#shiv Roy fanfic

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hi, I’m not sure if you’re taking requests atm but could you please write something angsty with shiv? maybe an argument or a secret relationship exposed or something. Your writing for Roman is amazing btw 💕

^thank you so much! and ty for the request it got me out of my slump (literally thought i was gonna have to take a few more days)

“Loving you is painful enough.”

Summary: A leaked photo of you and Shiv comes out and you’ve had enough of being her secret.

Content: f!reader, secret relationship, so angsty, implied abuse, homophobia, (possible) internalized homophobia, suppressing emotions, cheating, suppressed sexuality, unrequited(?) love, neglecting partner, a crumb of fluff

(there’s sm references to songs and shows i love in this i wonder if anyone will catch a few)

You squeezed Shiv’s hand standing in front of the doors. She smiled back before dropping your hand and detaching from you. This had been going on for months, and her withdrawals consistently added salt to the wound.

Shiv asked you to be her assistant, which helped reduce suspicion. Tom appreciated you. He would always joke that you were her work wife and thanked you for making Shiv less stressed. As the night continued, you two reunited. Roman joined, snickering with his phone in hand.

“What the fuck is this all about?” He showed you two a photo of you walking around New York, hands intertwined and leaning on each other. Fuck.

Assistant or not, it looked like more than a platonic relationship. You felt your face turn red as your heart began racing. You waited for Shiv’s response, she seemed baffled, hesitant to speak.

“Rome are you kidding? Y/n and I aren’t sneaking around, Jesus.” She scoffed. She turned to you, waiting for you to back her.

You felt a lump in your throat as your mouth went dry. “We’re not together, no. Not dating.” You say with a compelling enough smile as you look down at your feet. You didn’t lie. You two weren’t dating.

You loved Shiv, you did. But she’s never expressed it back. The first time you said it was after she spent the night and she made you coffee. She looked so effortlessly pretty. Her hair was naturally wavy, no makeup, and she wore one of your shirts. You blurted out that you loved her, and after a few moments, she gave you a brief smile and began checking her emails.

“It looks like you two are fucking. Dad’s gonna lose his shit when he sees this.” He teases and wanders off.

“Why did you-” She didn’t let you finish. She caught your wrist and tugged you to the terrace with just enough privacy. It was risky being seen alone together but standing in that room would’ve been more harmful.

“Y/n, I know how this looks. I know,�� she reassured. You could tell she was attempting to retain herself.

“No Shiv what the fuck was that?” Your voice grew, “You’re like a different person. It’s so- why am I just a secret to you?”

Shiv looked at you with a pained expression, “You know why. Fuck sake, I can’t keep defending myself to you.” She was trying to keep her voice steady.

You did know why. Not just Tom or the fact she was having an affair with her assistant, she would have to come out. Shiv never saw orientation as something significant. None of her siblings dared to talk regarding that. When it got out that Roman was hooking up with his trainer, he never heard the end of it from Logan. Shiv feared her coming out would cause her to seem more weak.

“I just want you to love me, Shiv. I just want to be with you. God, can't you fucking see that? I gave up my job to work for you. I fucking love you and you can’t even stomach saying it back.” Your voice started breaking. You began crying during your rant too.

Shiv stepped back, unable to give you the support you needed. She simply looked at you, her eyes full of sorrow. “I care about you y/n, I do,” you scoffed as you began pacing. She couldn’t say it. “But you’re asking me drop everything for this.” She raised her voice as she began stepping toward you. Grabbing your wrist to stop your pacing.

You paused and met her eyes. She had tears streaming down her face. This was breaking her too. Shiv held onto you tightly.

“It isn’t enough.” You answered truthfully, tearing away from her. “This is exhausting, Shiv. Loving you is exhausting.” Her face sank, and you felt the tears getting more heavy. “I just can't. I-I can’t keep doing this. Not if you can’t actually admit you love me.”

The air grew thicker. Neither of you knew what to say. She remembered Tom saying something similar to her before. She never anticipated going through that again.

“I’m sorry y/n. I’m sorry that I’m not fucking perfect.” She sniffled, flinging her arms out. “But some of us aren’t equipped with fucking support to fall back on. Did you remember all the shit Roman had to deal with?” She crossed her arms to hold herself, “I can’t. I fucking can’t.” She started crying harder, just embracing herself.

Her hair was now messy, her makeup smudged and she got tear stains onto your dress. She merely looked at you, unable to speak from shame and various other emotions. You held her face before wiping her tears and fixing her hair and makeup. Shiv scarcely smiled at your gentleness and remorse for her. She didn't understand how you could still help her after this.

“Y/n I do l-” you cut her off her another hug. You knew what she was trying to say, but you didn’t want her to feel obligated.

“Convince yourself first.” you voiced softly into her hair. You did believe she loved you. Every morning she got you coffee from the spot she wasn’t fond of but knew you liked it. She changed all the soaps in her house to pumpkin because she knows you love that scent. On work days, she quit using heat on her hair because you always tell her you love how it looks natural. You knew she loved you. But she needed to accept that she did first.

She pulled away, remaining silent. She examined you before barely laughing. You couldn’t help but do the same.

Shiv leaned forward, giving you a short kiss. She wanted to convey her love. But she remained aware of her circumstance.

Before returning to the party, she squeezed your hand. “I’m telling Tom it’s over tonight.”

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Clandestine. Part Four.

Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

Chapter Synopsis - Death puts everything into perspective.

Pairing - Stewy Hosseini x Female Roy!Reader

Warnings - cursing. lots of talk about grief.

Word Count - 3k

Author’s Note - now I might just be the last person on tumblr still writing for stewy, but I am determined to finish this series. let’s ignore the fact it’s been a year since I updated it, shall we? one more part of this to go!! thank you, if you’re still here for my succession stuff <3

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You’re floating around in a daze.

It’s been a week since Connor’s phone call. A week since the formidable Logan Roy died on the floor of his private plane, surrounded by his closest employees. A week since you’ve seen Stewy.

You’ve been crashing in Roman’s guest room, neither of you wanting to be alone. You go to your Dad’s apartment, have meetings with old white men that all look the same, pop into the office every now and again and go home to your brothers. You were barely speaking to Kendall before all of this happening, never mind now. You can’t remember the last time the two of you said more than three words to each other.

You’re sat at Roman’s dinner table when a strange feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. You watch him picking at his salad for a minute before you say anything.

“Have you… spoke to Kendall? Like, over the last few days?”

Roman looks confused by the question, but doesn’t voice it.

“Yeah, here and there. You guys are in a fight, right?”

“Uh, yeah. We were. I guess we still are. I’m just… worried about him. God knows his mental health has been in the gutter recently anyway, but now Dad’s dead, and… I don’t know. It just can’t end well, right?”

“All we can do is keep an eye on him, I guess. He won’t fucking accept it even if we try and help, so.”

“Yeah.”

You move the chicken around on your plate with your fork, neither of you having much of an appetite recently.

“So, you never told me what your fight was about. It all seems like this big ass fucking secret that only Roman doesn’t know about.”

You’re a little taken aback by Romans candour. Usually he’s pretty avoidant, happy to live with the not knowing. He’s done with that, apparently.

“You’re not the only one that doesn’t know, Rome. Ken is the only one that does.”

“Why?”

“Why?”

“Yeah, why? Why does everyone include Kendall in everything and leave me on the fucking sidelines? Why am I always the one who doesn’t get the joke, who doesn’t know the secret?”

“Rome-”

“I know he’s your favourite, but Jesus. You could at least try and include me sometimes.”

“Roman.”

“What?”

“Kendall only ‘knows the secret’ because he… walked in on the secret. Not because I sought him out and told him, or anything like that. I promise.”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

With what has happened over the past week, your perspective on almost everything has changed. Keeping your secret is no longer top priority - or priority at all. You’re realising that you don’t care, because it doesn’t matter. Not much really matters.

“I’m in love with Stewy.”

Roman’s silent for a moment, processing.

“Hosseini?”

You can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah, Rome. Hosseini. Do you know any other Stewys?”

He shakes his head, still visibly confused.

“Are you gonna tell him?”

“Tell him what?”

“That you’re in love with him.”

“Oh. Oh. Yeah, um… he already knows. We - we’re in love. With each other. We’re dating.”

“You’re dating him?”

“That’s crazier than me being in love with him one sided?”

“Uh, yeah.”

You chuckle, looking at him for a moment before a grin breaks out across his face. He’s always been the most easy going of your brothers, the most understanding. You’ve always felt a comfort in talking to Roman - he’s more open minded than he appears. He’s a surprisingly good listener, even when you think your problems are trivial or stupid.

“For how long?”

“Fuck, I don’t even know. Two years, give or take?”

“Two years?”

“Are you mad?”

“Mad? I’m mad impressed, Princess. I didn’t think you’d be able to keep a big secret like that from me for that long.”

“So you don’t hate me?”

You’re suddenly vulnerable, terrified that your big brother is going to think less of you. Your brothers are all you have, all you’ve ever had. The four of you learned to survive with each other, with no help from parents or nannies or any kind of adult. You have nothing if you don’t have your brothers.

“I don’t hate you, dummy. I could never hate you.”

You stand up and make your way over to him, perching on his leg like you used to when you were kids. You wrap your arms around his neck, exhaling when he wraps his around your middle.

“Love you, Rome,” you whisper. “Even if you are a pain in my ass.”

“Yeah, love you too,” he murmurs. “Even if you do keep important secrets from me.”

“I promise I won’t keep anything from you ever again.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Promise. No more secrets.”

You pull back but stay sat on his lap, feeling six years old again, taking solace in the presence of your big brother.

“So Kendall… walked in on you?”

“He saw us leaving the gala together and got suspicious. He showed up at Stewy’s apartment the next morning, banging on the door and asking where I was.”

“Oh shit,” he laughs.

“It’s not funny,” you retort, but you’re holding back your giggles as you do it.

“And I’m guessing he didn’t take it well.”

“Not at all. He was cycling between yelling and swearing and then sitting really quietly just… staring into space. Then he got personal, which was expected, but that pissed Stewy off, so the whole thing got awkward again. It was… horrendous.”

“He’s horrible at feelings.”

“Says Mr Communication over here.”

He shoves you off his lap, chuckling when you slide onto the floor. You punch him in the arm as you get up, returning to your original seat. You sit in silence for a moment, neither of you quite sure how to continue.

“What now?”

“I… don’t know, Rome. I just don’t know.”

“I mean, the world hasn’t stopped spinning. Maybe it feels like it has for us, but everyone else has carried on.”

You’re confused by your brother’s sudden wisdom, until it clicks for you.

He’s free.

Sure, he’s grieving. You all are. But he’s lighter. Laughs a little easier. Gives out advice quicker.

He’s free.

You all are.

The shackles your father had placed on all four of you are broken. You are no longer bound to him or Waystar or his insane ideals as to what family should be or do or say.

“I need to get out.”

“What?” Roman asks as he cocks his head, quirking a brow at you in curiosity.

“I don’t want to be a part of this anymore. This… constant cycle of destruction and deception and stabbing people in the back. It won’t stop now that Dad’s dead. It’s the very foundation that his business is built on.”

“So you’re gonna… leave?”

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna sell my shares and I’m gonna get the fuck out.”

Roman laughs, now, all big and bold and beautiful. You don’t know what’s funny, but you can’t help but laugh with him.

“I am too.”

“Wait… what?”

“I’m doing the same.”

“Roman.”

“I’m serious. I don’t know who CEO is gonna be, but it isn’t gonna be me. It’ll be Kendall or Tom or someone completely different, but we all know neither you or I are capable.”

“Jeez. Thanks.”

“You’re telling me you could run the entire Waystar business?”

You roll your eyes, kicking him under the table.

“Obviously I fucking couldn’t. But at least pretend to have a little bit more faith in me.”

Your brother chuckles, leaning back in his chair.

“We’re not built for it, you and me. We’re meant for something different. Something better, Princess.”

You nod, chewing on your bottom lip.

“What about Kendall?”

“What about him?”

“I feel like we’re… abandoning him.”

Rome looks solemn, suddenly, thinking about your older brother.

“He’ll come around, you know. And he’ll understand. That’s the thing about Kendall - he can’t hold a grudge to save his life. He tries, but he can’t.”

A tear rolls down your cheek, lump in your throat choking any words that try to escape.

“Hey, hey,” Roman soothes as he walks over, standing above you.

He swipes his thumb across your cheekbone, wiping away your sadness.

“He loves you more than anything, you know.”

You shake your head, so your brother doubles down.

“He does. You’ve always been his favourite. He’d do anything for you - anything at all. He’s mad because you and Stewy kept a secret from him, not because you’re together. Trust me.”

“He looked at me that day like he hated me.”

“He couldn’t hate you if he tried. He’s just… emotionally unavailable. Everyone knows this.”

“I miss him,” you whisper, lip trembling. “I miss my brother.”

You’re taken aback by how much you miss Kendall, suddenly. You miss him so much more than you miss Logan, or your Mom.

“Give him time. That’s all he needs. He misses you, I know he does. But you know what he’s like when he feels betrayed. He shuts down and gets all aggressive.”

You look up at Roman, gentle smile making its way onto your face.

“When did you get so smart, huh?”

“I’ve always been smart,” he laughs. “Everyone underestimates me.”

“That they do.”

“Well, not anymore. We’re getting out.”

“We’re getting out,” you repeat, finally allowing yourself to feel happiness at the prospect. “We’re gonna get the fuck out.”

“Talk to Stewy about selling your shares and let me know what he says. The sooner, the better.”

“I will. I’m excited, Rome. The world is our oyster.”

“Me too,” he chuckles, ruffling your hair. “We’ll go to the funeral, and then we’ll never have to see any of those assholes ever again.”

“I can’t wait to not have to look at Karl’s stupid fucking face every day.”

Roman keels over laughing, wheezing as he clutches his stomach. You’re crying with laughter too, both of you lighter and freer than you’ve ever been.

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“You sure about this, Rome?”

“One hundred percent.”

You hug him tightly as you say goodbye, smiling when he presses a kiss into your hair.

“I’ll let you know what Stewy says tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay. See you tomorrow, Princess. Call me if you need anything.”

“You too. Anything.”

He ruffles your hair before sending you on your way, waiting at the front door to watch you go.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

“Stewy? You home?”

You drop your bags by the front door, kicking off your shoes and jacket as you do it. You’re about to yell again when he comes running around the corner, sliding across the wood floors in his socks.

“Baby.”

He breathes it, as if he can’t believe you’re really standing in front of him again.

“Missed you, Hosseini.”

You fly into his arms, burying yourself as deep as you can in his chest. His old, worn t shirt is soft and grey and smells like the love of your life and all of his memories spent at home. He tightens his grip on you, pulling you impossibly closer.

“How are you?” he asks without letting go, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“I’m okay. I’m good, actually. Really good.”

“Yeah?”

Now he pulls away to look at you, confused by the sudden change of heart. When you left to go to Roman’s a week ago, you were a shell of a woman, a little girl without a dad. Now, you’re back, brighter and more alive than ever.

“Yeah.”

You look at him, really look at him, for a moment, before taking a deep breath and saying the words you’ve been dying to say.

“Marry me, Stewy.”

He staggers back as if you’ve hit him, eyes blown wide.

“W-what?”

“Marry me.”

He inhales, exhaling shakily before stepping forward to cradle your face in his hands.

“Aren’t I supposed to be asking you that?”

“Maybe,” you laugh. “But I guess I got there first.”

“Honey, forgive me if I’m a little confused, but… you just came back after being gone for a week because your dad died and now you’re… proposing?”

“Me and Roman are leaving Waystar,” you explain. “We’re selling our shares and getting the fuck out.”

“Shit. Really?”

“Really. The only thing stopping me from leaving years ago was the fear of disappointing my dad, and now he’s gone. So… there’s nothing keeping me there. I wanna do something else. Something for me.”

“Yeah?”

He’s grinning, beaming at you from ear to ear. Light is practically pouring from him, radiating in all directions.

“Yeah,” you half yell, leaning up to press an excited kiss to his lips. “I’m done, Stewy. I’m free.”

He picks you up, wrapping his arms around you as the two of you spin. You shriek with laughter, the world blurring as it whizzes past you. Eventually he puts you down, both of you breathless.

“Life’s too short. I need to start living it.”

“I’m so proud of you,” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you so much. More than anything.”

You kiss him tenderly, gentle and sweet and filled with so much adoration.

“So, back to my original question…”

“Wait,” he interrupts, halting your speech. “Let me do this the right way.”

With that, he runs off towards the bedroom, leaving you stood in the hallway as confused as ever. You wait patiently, desperate to be privy to his plans.

When he returns, still in his pyjamas, he kisses you softly before getting down on one knee, ring box in his hand.

“Honey. You are the love of my goddamn life. I bought this ring after we’d been dating for… three months? Call me crazy, but I knew. I just knew. It was always going to be me and you. Always.”

Your hands are shaking, breath caught in your chest as you try to soak in every second of this moment.

“So…. how do you feel about becoming Mrs Hosseini?”

“I can’t think of anything I’d love more.”

“Is that a yes?”

“The biggest, most sure yes of my entire life. Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you. Yes.”

He swoops you up into his arms, kissing you with more passion than you ever thought possible. You slip your tongue into his mouth cheekily, tangling your fingers into his hair to pull him closer as he groans.

You finally pull away for air, both of you panting like you’ve just run a marathon. Your eyes well up suddenly, a tear falling without you realising.

“You okay?” he murmurs, thumbs rubbing circles into your cheekbones.

“I’m so happy,” you whisper. “I feel like today is the first day of the rest of my life.”

“So do I,” he agrees, looking down at you with so much love you it makes your knees buckle. “Baby… if you’re getting out, then I’m getting out.”

“Wait, what?”

“If you want to get out of Waystar, I’m not gonna stay. If you’re washing your hands of it, then I am too.”

“But… your money.”

“Honey, those shares don’t mean shit to me. The only thing that matters is you.”

You look at him intently for a moment, searching for any traces of doubt. All you find is pure adoration.

“Stewy?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you gonna keep that ring in the box forever?”

He throws his head back as he laughs, opening the velvet box to show you what’s inside. He slips it onto your finger with ease, the diamond sparkling perfectly on your hand.

“It’s so beautiful. I’m the luckiest person in the world, Mr Hosseini.”

“I think I have to disagree with you there, Mrs Hosseini.”

“Say it again.”

“Mrs Hosseini.”

“And again.”

He kisses you, mumbling against your lips.

“Mrs Hosseini.”

“Mhmm.”

“My wife. The prettiest girl in the world. Mrs Hosseini.”

You can’t help but grin into his mouth, buzzing with the energy of it all.

“Now, I was about to make dinner before you came home, but we can go out and celebrate if you want?”

You shake your head, snaking your arms around his neck.

“All I want right now is a night in with you - that’s all the celebration I need. Let’s make that pasta you like, and then we can watch old sitcom reruns on the couch.”

“Sounds perfect.”

Stewy slides his hand into yours, his thumb playing with the shiny band of the ring on your finger.

“It’s gonna be like this forever, you know. We get to do this for the rest of our lives.”

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted,” you breathe, resting your head on his shoulder as you make your way to the kitchen. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

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As the sun sets through the floor to ceiling windows, you and Stewy dance across the kitchen, slipping and sliding across the tiles.

Your heart skips a beat every time your ring catches the light.

Your heart skips a beat every time you look at your fiancé.

Your heart skips a beat every time you realise that you’re not dreaming.

This is your life. And you’ve never been more excited to live it.

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Be honest with me (Roman Roy x reader)

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word count: 1.1k

warnings: 18+, pure fluff and comfort, mentions of verbal abuse

a/n: Inactivity who? A rare update I know lol. Anyway y’all I’m so in love with him - honestly in love with all the Roy siblings, but Romulus got a special place in my heart <3

I love how late I jump onto writing trends for characters, but in my defence I've had this in the drafts for MONTHS. Anyway, hope you enjoy my loves <3

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The apartment was silent, it felt too out of character, especially for Roman. The both of you lay in silence on his bed, still in today's clothes.

You move your hand slowly - scared that a sudden movement would cause him to suddenly get up and leave without warning. Tentatively, you inch your fingers onto his own - he said nothing, nor did he move. Gaining more confidence and desperate to comfort him knowing how loud his mind must be right now - you encapsulate his hand within your own. They’re soft and warm - Roman was always warm to touch. You feel his hand squeeze your own back - still no words being said.

You take a deep breath, feeling the need to break the silence finally, but before you can, Roman cuts you off.

“Please don’t,” his voice came out weak - he was usually so quick witted…he just sounded tired.

“Okay,” your voice was soft - a complete dichotomy to the tone he was used to from his father and siblings.

Another 30 minutes went by in complete silence - the both of your steady breaths being the only thing heard. Your hand still lay in his - he hadn't moved an inch unless it was to gently squeeze your hand every so often.

You turn on your side, slipping your hand out of his - he still didn't move. You decided to move closer to him, laying your head on his shoulder and draping your right arm across his chest that rose up and down with each breath he took.

You studied his face - he looked like he wanted to push you off of him, and yet simultaneously he was aching to pull you closer to him. Your touch was the only touch he felt safe feeling - you'd never hurt him, and he never doubted that thought for a second, but he was just so used to being alone and pushing people away.

You were desperate to hear his voice, to understand what was running through his head. You knew he was probably going to say some stupid quip to hide how he really felt, but you'd see straight through him; he knew this and it was the scariest thing to him - that you actually saw him.

"Ro...," you were gentle - a part of him just wanted you to shout at him and tell him he was a waste of space just like his father had - it was all he knew. However, you were just too kind, you actually cared for him, and not in the way his father cared for him - if you could call it that - but in a way that was so genuine and pure that it felt wrong to him, but he craved every second of it.

His gaze moved from the ceiling to your worried face - you looked beautiful he thought, he had always thought you were the most beautiful person he knew. "Yeah," his voice sounded small and tired.

"Are you okay?" the question was stupid, you knew he wasn't, but you wondered if he'd answer you honestly - if for once he'd be vulnerable with you, and truly let you into what was going through his mind.

"What? Pfft yeah I'm fine, real fucking good...just thinking about who has bigger tits - you or Gerri...I think Gerri does," there it was...he couldn't be honest with you for a minute if he tried - he'd rather say some crude shit and hope you'd be weirded out enough like everyone else and just leave him so he could avoid sharing his emotions.

You sat up, leaning on one hand as you stared down at him while he tried to avoid your gaze which was slowly glazing over with unshed tears. "Roman...please I-...can you just be honest with me?" your voice had a slight shake - scared that you were going to push him over the edge and he'd run.

He made eye contact with you, his heart clenching in his chest, no one had made him feel the way you could make him feel, and that scared him. He didn't know what to do - his mind was screaming so many things at him all at once that he couldn't really make a decision, so he stayed silent.

Several minutes passed of you both just holding each other's gaze then he opened his mouth tentatively, "Why do you care about me? Why can't you just call me a freak or a perv and leave?" You watched as his eyes reddened and glazed over as he tried his hardest not to cry in front of you. Had you cracked him? It felt bittersweet that he might finally just be honest with you, but the pain in his eyes was tearing at your heart.

You smiled, giggling softly as you lifted a hand to his cheek and wiped away a singular tear that had managed to fall, watching as he turned his face to meet your caress - he trusted you. "Because I fucking love you Roman".

"But why?" he interrupted you like a child would trying to understand such a foreign concept that you were trying to explain.

"There's no reason - I mean there is, you're...you. I love you Roman." You were so soft with him, it felt alien to him. It broke you that he couldn't fathom the concept of someone genuinely loving him, and in such a pure way too. This love wasn't like the love from his father, nor from his siblings - it was something so foreign that he couldn't understand it, but he liked it...he liked this.

You laid back down beside him, "Come here Ro...please" your eyes had such a soft stare - they were so warm and inviting, he couldn't object to the embrace you were offering him.

Roman inched across the bed over into your arms, wrapping his arm around your waist and burying his face in your chest, while you wrapped an arm around his back, holding him close to you. You fell into a comfortable silence, holding each other without a care in the world - it was just the both of you.

"I love you too, you know?" he muttered it so quietly that it almost went unheard, but a smile spread across your face at his confession. You knew that he had probably been having an internal argument with himself on whether or not he was actually going to say it to you; without any sarcasm too.

You felt your heart fluttering in your chest and you pulled him closer to you, "Yeah I know". You tilted your head down slightly and pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head. He went to open his mouth to say some sarky comment, but immediately shut it - he didn't need to feel defensive around you, not now, and not ever.

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spring breakers! - series masterlist

pairing: roman roy x fem!oc

word count: 12k and counting...

synopsis: she built herself into exactly what they wanted-brilliant, ruthless, indispensable. but when the past comes calling and the stakes get higher, Marla Carranza has to decide: is she playing to win, or just trying not to lose?

warnings: drugs, alcohol, foul language, main character is a bad person, a lot of business talk, more details in each chapter.

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chapter one: shark-infested waters

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Gravity-Epilogue

(A Lukas Matsson Fanfic)

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Twenty-One, Twenty-Two, Epilogue

Warnings: smut (18+)

Two Years Later

Lukas could be described as moody ever since you left. Tom faced the brunt of it. He did let the new CEO keep Greg as his assistant but he gave strict orders that Greg was to never be within his eyesight. He still blamed the snitch and never wanted to see him. But Lukas was never in a good mood. He was mostly quiet and morose.

He wasn't in New York often, though. He hated being there; he hated being reminded of you. He spent most days on his phone just flipping through the few pictures he had of you.

He did try to move on from a couple of times. He went on a few dates with some supermodels. They all ended after the first date. They would talk but then his thoughts would wonder. He'd end up on his phone, staring at pictures of you, while they talked incessantly. He never called them back after that.

Now there was one. Tom, without him knowing, had set him up. He made Greg find a girl that looked exactly like Ella. Then he set them up to bump into each other at a club. Lukas was very interested at first. But then the girl smiled for the first time and he lost all of it. It wasn't your smile.

So dates ended pretty quickly within the first six months. Sex was a completely different issue. He'd pick up random women that fit his standards but he quickly learned that he had a problem. Even with them bare in front of them, he could not get it up.

He'd have to look at all those dirty pictures you sent him just to get hard. He thought that fixed it. But he'd go soft immediately as soon as he entered them. He had to resort to jerking himself off to those dirty pictures and sex was off the table.

So he was a very frustrated man. He was frustrated with you, with himself, with the whole fucking world. He was just frustrated and he missed you. His chest ached just thinking about you.

And he couldn't sleep anymore. He could barely sleep before you. Now without you, he was getting at most two hours of sleep. So he was tired and frustrated. He was completely miserable and every day where he didn't get to see you felt like hell.

And he was true to what you wanted. He didn't call or text. He didn't send someone to spy on you. He left you alone. The only thing he ever allowed himself to do was ask Tom once a month if you were still with your uncle. The answer was always the same.

And life moved on. The days felt like they dragged. Time felt like it moved so impossibly slowly. It felt like the longest two years of his life. But then one day the answer had changed.

He didn't usually attend one of these things: a charity gala. But Tom informed him that you were coming. He was there early, waiting for you to walk through the door.

Tom was slightly freaking out as he commented quietly to Shiv, "She's still coming, right? Because if she doesn't, I am totally fucked."

"She's coming, Tom. There was a dressing wardrobe malfunction but she's coming," Shiv shook her head. "You can calm down."

You coming to the gala was sort of a plan by Tom and Shiv. Shiv invited you and Tom told Lukas that you were coming. They were playing matchmaker with the two of you.

And then you did show up. You were one of the last to show up. He saw you come in from a distance as where he was sitting was far from the door. But as soon as caught sight of you, he stood up. It was just on instinct. A gut reaction.

"See, Lukas, I told you she'd show up," Tom said, smiling. "There was never anything to worry about."

He merely hummed before sitting back down. His eyes were glued to you as you walked in. He noticed you didn't have bangs anymore but instead your hair was parted down one side. And he noticed your dress. Of course he did. You wore the most provocative dress he'd ever seen you wear.

It was a red satin dress with slits on both sides to show off your legs. It was completely backless with a huge plunging neckline that ended just above your belly button. Your breasts were covered by the smallest amount of material and completely on display. Fuck.

You wore it so confidently. You wore it like you were not afraid to flaunt what you had. You did it effortlessly with the most breath-taking smile he'd ever seen on you.

And then you were walking over here and he didn't know what you wanted. He got up and left the table. He only came back when you were settled and someone was speaking at the podium. He sat down and went on his phone.

He wasn't sure if you even noticed him. You didn't seem to have a reaction nor even look his way. That didn't matter; he was just waiting to be alone with you. So when you got up to go to the refreshments table, he followed shortly after you.

He approached you at the table and he just stood there, staring at you. He didn't really know what to say. But then you startled a little when you looked his way and noticed him as you clutched your chest.

"Right. Fuck. Hey," he scratched the side of his head as he started to ramble nervously. "I can say hey to you, right? I can greet you? Or do you not want that? Because I can fucking leave and..."

You placed a calming hand on his torso for a moment before removing it. You barely seemed bothered while he stopped breathing momentarily. Then you smiled a bit in amusement, "Yes, you can greet me."

He was lost staring into your eyes before he blurted out, "Ella, can we talk?"

You exhaled deeply before you spoke, "Tomorrow. For coffee at eight. I'll text you the address. Does that work?"

"Yeah. Yes," he agreed quickly.

"Okay," you smiled. "Tomorrow then."

And you went back to your seat. He stood there for a minute. Then he decided he didn't need to be there any longer. He wouldn't be able to handle staring at you and not talking. So he left and stayed up all fucking night.

"Shiv, he left. He fucking left," Tom whisper-shouted as Ella made her way back. "This is a clusterfuck. He's gonna fucking fire me, Shiv."

"He's not gonna fire you, Tom. How would he check in on Ella if he fired you?"

____

Lukas was there early. He already ordered for you because he knew what you liked unless that had changed. He was tapping his foot the whole time until you walked in the door covered in a light layer of sweat. You had earbuds in but you took them out once you came in.

You smiled once you saw him and walked over to the table. He swallowed as he noted you were only wearing a fucking sports bra with yoga pants. Jesus. He was sure you trying to test his focus.

"Hey," you greeted before you leaned down to kiss his cheek. He stopped breathing again.

Then you noticed the second cup of coffee, a frappe, and he pushed it towards you, "Vanilla, right?"

"Yeah," you smiled before you took the seat across from him. Vanilla had always been your favorite. But specifically a vanilla bean frappe. It was simple but sweet. You still had your sweet tooth.

You sipped on it before he asked, "You run now?"

"Yeah. I like it," you smiled again. "Clears my head."

He noticed you were full of smiles now. You gave them out easily. And you looked fuller somehow like you weren't as skinny. He wondered if you ate more now; you only ever ate such small portions back then like you were afraid to gain weight. But it seemed like you fixed that habit. And your skin just seemed to fucking glow. You seemed to glow.

"And...what else changed?" he questioned, holding himself back from spilling all the words he wanted to say.

"Well, I really like camping. I'm planning a trip next month," you informed. "And I'm off my meds now."

"You are?" he asked softly. "And you're...fine?"

"Yes," you smiled again. "I didn't need them anymore. I've been off of them for a year."

He hummed before he leaned forward to place his arms on the table as he asked quietly, "And did you...forgive me?"

"I think..." you mused. "I think I forgave you, Lukas, the moment I walked out the door."

He swallowed before he blurted out, "Ella, I still fucking love you. There hasn't been a fucking day where I haven't thought of you. Ella, I want you back."

You sighed and leaned back in your chair as you crossed one leg over the other. You were so cool like a fucking iceberg and he could not read you. You looked away for a moment as you bit your lip.

You didn't know how to feel about Lukas. You had talked about him to your therapist a long time ago and you knew you loved him back then. Because of that, you'd always feel affection for him. But you had changed. It didn't stop your mind from thinking about him from time to time. It was usually in random moments and you'd smile as you thought of your memories with him. You'd feel a longing.

"I want to make myself clear: I don't need you anymore," you finally turned your gaze to him.

Your words fucking hurt. He thought you were about to break him all over again. He thought you were about cut off any idea of them being together.

"But...I want to try again," you said before you started to smile. You found that as you said it, you really did want that. "I would like that."

"Okay," he smiled slightly. "And what does that entail?"

"You can take me on a date. Next week. I'll let you pick where and when," you clarified. "But here. In New York."

"Just one date?" he deflated a bit.

"If I like it, I'll let you take me on another," you said before you stood up, grabbing your coffee. "That's how dates work, silly."

"So we're doing things normally now?" he grinned in amusement.

Last time they did everything completely backwards. They started with the most intimate step and worked back. They really had been a mess, hadn't they?

"Yes," you smiled before kissing his cheek. "I'll see you next week."

And you left.

_____

For a month, they went on more than ten dates. Most of them were in New York but some were in Sweden. You only communicated with him during the dates. You were determined to move slowly with him.

Lukas noted how you didn't space out anymore. You were always there, always present. You still rambled, though, and quite adorably. And then there was that smile; you wore it so easily now. It made him happy for you.

Lukas was ever so patient. He never held your hand or put his arm around you. He never tried to kiss you. He didn't want to do anything until you told him you were ready. You could tell he was tense just in the way carried himself like he was afraid to screw it up.

You kept him at arm's length because you were afraid to fall back into the same patterns. You didn't invite him into your apartment nor did you ever enter his house. You weren't ready for something to happen between them that you couldn't turn back from. But you couldn't deny that everything flowed just as it always did between them. And you realized you were still in love with him.

You didn't know quite how to handle it until one night in Sweden. It was a work party thing he had taken you to. It wasn't a date exactly but he had invited you.

You were talking to someone before you glanced over at him. You noticed he was talking to some pretty brunette probably just a bit older than you. You felt a prickling sensation and you realized you were jealous. You realized you wanted him to be yours again.

You wondered why you were even waiting. It was obvious that Lukas was the one for you. He was still the love of your life and you never ever wanted to get over him. You didn't just want to be dating anymore or taking these baby steps. You didn't need to. You wanted him.

And it didn't matter if Lukas was still gravity to you. He was a type of gravity. He was love. The feeling that gave you butterflies and made you smile even more than you already did because you were own gravity now. It didn't mean you couldn't collide with his. And you intended to.

He had excused himself eventually from whoever the woman he was talking to and he had to take a phone call. He took the elevator up to his office on a floor above. You followed slowly and took a separate elevator. When it stopped, you stepped out onto an empty floor.

You walked to his office and leaned against the doorway. He had his back turned as he talked on the phone. It was something about Gojo but you didn't pay attention.

You just admired him for a small moment. You had noted it briefly earlier but he looked really handsome. He was in black business slacks with a black round-neck sweater that was not tucked in. He was like a black hole you wanted to be swallowed by.

When he finished his phone call, you stepped into the room before stopping about five feet in front of him. He turned and his eyes widened a bit before he tucked his hands in his pockets with a small smile, "Hey."

"You didn't have to come up here," he stated.

"I know."

It was silent for a moment as you stared at him. He stared at you. There was an undercurrent of tension between them.

Then you took a deep breath as you spoke, "If you ever hurt me again, I'd walk away from you, Lukas. And you'd never get me back. Even if it's years down the line and we have a kid, I'd still leave you."

"Ella, I wouldn't," he promised. "Not ever fucking again."

You closed the distance between them slowly until you stood right in front of him. You looked at him.

"I love you," you confessed as you stood up on the tips of your toes. You ran your hands up his chest and over his broad shoulders before looping your arms around his neck and bringing him down to your level before you muttered close to his lips. "And I don't want to move slowly anymore..."

Then you kissed him. As your lips molded with his, he literally groaned which made you smile slightly. You felt electric as you kissed him softly and slowly. But you wanted more and so did he.

It quickly turned into hungry, fast kisses. As soon as they finished one kiss, they brought their lips back together for more. Their lips pressed incessantly against each other before his hands gripped your hips tightly. He picked you up without breaking their kiss and carried you over to his desk before setting you down.

Your hands traveled down. You pushed up his sweater to reach for his belt. You stopped kissing him to focus on undoing it.

"Ella..." he questioned, panting.

"I want this."

"Ella, I don't have a fucking condom."

"I'll take Plan B."

You undid his belt before his hands hiked up your dress. You pushed down his pants to reveal his erection. You remembered he was big but you forgot how big he was. You spread your legs for him.

He moved your lace panties to the side before placing his tip against your slit. Then he pushed into you and he groaned as he felt the walls of your pussy close in around his dick. You let out a little gasp as you braced yourself with your palms flat on the desk behind you.

You breathed so heavily as he continued to slide his dick into you. You didn't have sex for two years and just him entering you put you close to your peak. When he was fully inside you, your eyes nearly rolled back. You were so full. Your stomach even bulged from his dick.

And with just one thrust, you fell apart and orgasmed. You moaned his name. Your muscles clenched and your toes curled. Your pussy clenched around his dick and Lukas did not last long, either, because after one more thrust, he came inside of you.

He smacked the desk with his hands as he groaned. You felt his warm seed gush into you. And it seemed to be never-ending. You felt strings upon strings of his cum jet into you like he had been pent up. And your pussy clenched his cock even harder, begging him for more.

He finally softened inside you. He stayed inside as you both panted. Then he slowly pulled out. His cum leaked out of you. He grabbed some tissues off his desk and cleaned you up. You were sleepy now and you did not want to go back to the party.

"Can we leave?" you said as he leaned his forehead against yours after cleaning you up.

"Yeah."

_____

When they got back to his house, you had livened up a bit. Only because you wanted him again. Once they were in the doorway, they stood facing each other and you realized this was the first time you'd stepped inside since you entered society again.

Lukas bit his lip as he stared at you, stared at your body, before he swallowed, "Are you tired? Do you want to lay down or..."

You crossed the distance and pulled him down to you, kissing him. He melted and his arms immediately wrapped around you. Then you pulled away slightly as you traced his lips, "Yes, I am tired, but I want more of this."

And he kissed you again. You let him kiss you for a bit, getting lost in it, as he backed you against the wall. Then you reached around you to unzip your dress. You only unzipped it a little bit before Lukas tugged it down harshly where it stopped halfway around your pelvis, being too tight without unzipping all the way.

But Lukas got what he wanted. Your breasts were now revealed as you weren't wearing a bra. He immediately moved to attach his mouth on one, sucking and licking at the supple breast as his hand played with other. You leaned your head back against the wall, letting out a low moan.

Once he was done, his lips traveled down your stomach as he muttered against your skin, "So fucking perfect."

You smiled as you teased, "And don't you forget it."

He grinned, "You're such an egotistical little minx now, aren't you?"

"Your minx," you bit your lip.

"Yeah?" he smiled as he gazed up at you. You watched as he kept his gaze locked with yours while he licked a stripe ever so slowly over your belly button. You threw your head back and let out a low moan of yes. And it was a long night filled with pleasure.

In the morning, he was spooning you and his fingers ran up and down your hip soothingly. He seemed to choose his words before he asked nervously, "Ella, when you weren't with me, did you ever...have you ever..."

"Have sex with someone else?" you realized what he was trying to ask. "No."

"Really?" he seemed all too excited.

You giggled, "No, Lukas."

You turned your head to look at him, "What if I had said yes?"

"It wouldn't fucking change anything but I don't..I just don't like the idea of someone knowing what you're like, you know, intimately," Lukas explained.

You hummed before you asked curiously, "What about you?"

"I, uh, tried," he admitted. "Yeah."

"Tried? What does that mean?"

He struggled to find words because he didn't like admitting it, "It means that part of me doesn't fucking work when it's not you."

You blinked before you realized, "Oh."

Then you smiled as you teased, "You couldn't get hard? Like at all?"

He rolled his eyes, "No."

You giggled a bit, "What did you do?"

That made him grin a bit as he admitted, "Looked at all those nude photos you sent me."

"You did?" you smiled.

"Yeah," he said before he questioned. "Are you gonna start sending those again?"

You chuckled before you bit your lip, "Maybe."

You did start sending those again. You liked getting him all worked up so that when he saw you again, he practically attacked you with lust. It was fun to you.

And when he attacked you, it was at home in Sweden. After that night, you moved in with him. A week later, he had proposed to you.

You said yes so the two of you were now engaged. Again. You found out when he proposed that he had kept the rings. So you wore the same ones you had picked out two years ago.

You got married to Lukas a month later. All of your siblings showed up. You did not marry him in Sweden nor in New York. You had always loved weddings so you wanted something grand and Lukas kept saying: whatever you want. So you chose the venue and picked the Palace of Versailles in France.

It was a wedding that cost millions but that was nothing to the two of you. You had your own custom made white wedding dress that was slim but had a long train. It had a sweetheart neckline.

You didn't have anyone walk you down the aisle (and up the staircase). Not Connor nor your Uncle Ewan. You didn't need anyone to give you away. You were joining yourself with Lukas.

So within two months of being back, you were married to Lukas. It may have seemed rushed. But you knew you loved him and you didn't need to wait. You didn't want to.

For the next month, the two of you were absolutely insatiable with each other. You would see the gold ring on his finger and you'd want him. Or the making out would turn all frenzied. All you knew was that month was wild. It was a like really long honeymoon. You were sure you had tried every position and fucked him on every single surface.

But just because you were married didn't mean you were having his kids yet. You wanted to wait and enjoy some of your married life before you started having babies. So that's what the two of you did.

The two of you were extremely happy with each other. Sometimes he would have to go to New York for business. He'd take you into Waystar with him. You'd wait until his meeting was over and then he was right back with you, holding your hand or having an arm wrapped around you.

Shiv noted how you were always smiling or laughing and that was how Lukas was, too. She noted how Lukas would hardly let go of you like he was afraid to lose you all over again. The two of you may have been a bit clingy but it was a happy relationship. Shiv couldn't help but feel a bit jealous.

She never told you that, though, even when you came over many times to spend time with your niece. And Shiv noted how good you were with her kid. The kid she hardly spent time with. Here you were, younger, and doing better at everything in life. But she pushed those jealous feelings down; she didn't want to ever poison herself against you, her baby sister.

But you lived in Sweden. You only visited your family every once in an awhile. Well, the family that wanted to see you. Kendall did not. He still could not accept you were with Matsson. But you didn't care.

You had your own little life with Lukas. You sold your art studio in London and got one in Sweden. You submitted many of your paintings to art galleries and you would go see them when they got hung. It made you quite proud.

Once, you took Lukas on a very short two-day camping trip. He absolutely hated it. He couldn't access his phone due to no service out in the middle of nowhere and he had nothing to do. He couldn't fish or make a fire. He was useless out in the wild. You were very amused as he was very clearly such a city boy. But you knew he very much enjoyed the nights cozied up in the tent since you had sex with him then.

But Lukas didn't go camping ever again. You did, though. Lukas was so miserable when you did, too, because he couldn't get in contact with you. You were gone and he didn't like being apart from you.

You went on a two-week camping trip once, too. You would fish and you liked the peacefulness. You'd draw, too, when you were out there. When you got back, you texted Lukas to tell him so. Thirty minutes later he was practically sprinting into the bedroom where you were unpacking your clothes you had taken with you. He picked you up off the ground and trapped your arms to your sides as he hugged the life out of you like you'd been gone for a century. Butterflies erupted. He really missed you.

"Don't ever fucking leave that long," he pleaded. "Please."

You couldn't help but placate him as your heart squeezed, "Alright."

You never went longer than a week after that.

But the months quickly passed and the holidays were thrust upon you. It was Christmas. Everyone in your family was coming. Well, everyone except Kendall. He had responded with yeah, yeah, maybe which was an obvious no. You wondered if he would ever get over Lukas now being the head of Waystar or that board vote that decided it.

But it was the morning of the big holiday. You were exchanging gifts with Lukas out by the gigantic tree you made him get. You had decorated it in red and green lights with the help of the staff (who you had left presents for under the tree and they were allowed to go on break after today for two weeks). He sat on the couch in a tank top and pajama pants while you were in an oversized t-shirt.

You had gotten him a black watch since his broke. He refused to get another one until he did a deep dive on the best watches. You knew that if you got it for him that he'd wear it though and the problem would be solved. You had gotten him some other miscellaneous things.

Then you opened yours. You had gotten a necklace studded with so many diamonds. It basically glimmered. You teased him, "Did you just pick the most expensive thing you could find?"

He bit his lip, "Yeah. Yeah, I did."

You smiled. Then you opened your next one and found a set of paints. You had gasped once you saw them.

"I talked to some, I don't know, expert and he said these were the best so..." Lukas said.

"You talked to an expert?" you gave him a look.

"I don't know. Some fucking artist," he replied.

You giggled before you kissed his cheek and thanked him. You really did love these set of paints. You opened multiple other presents all related to art before you opened the last one.

Your eyes widened as you looked in the box. You picked it up. It was a small pistol.

"Lukas, why is there a gun?"

"You're always going fucking camping, you know. I figured protection for my girl," he said before smiling at the end as he said my girl.

"I don't even know how to shoot it."

"Yeah. That's why I bought you lessons, too."

You smiled a bit as you shook your head. You put the gun back in the box before you moved to straddle him. You placed your hands on his shoulders and massaged them a bit, "You're such a worrier."

"Well, yeah, I got to look out for you. My Ella."

You smiled before you kissed him sweetly. Then you muttered against his lips, "Maybe a little overboard."

"No. It's not overboard if it works and I never lose you," he argued.

"So you think a bear is more competition than you can handle?" you joked.

He chuckled, "Yeah. Maybe."

You hummed before you kissed him again. They shared short, sweet kisses for awhile. But then their little make-out session had to end. You had a lot of planning to do.

You had Freya, an older woman who was their maid, set up the dining table for this event. You also coordinated with the chef, Lars. You were a bit anxious about it all.

"Miss Ella, we know what to do," Freya assured. "It will go perfect. You should go get ready before your guests arrive."

"Thank you, Freya," you smiled before you went off.

You went and got dressed. You wore a short red dress. You fixed your hair and it took a long while for you to do that. And you wore the necklace that Lukas got you.

You fumbled with your hands as you came out of the bathroom and fretted, "Do you think it will go well?"

He had been on his phone as he sat on the bed and waited for you. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt and black track pants. He put his phone away once you came out and he stared a bit in awe, "You're so fucking gorgeous."

You blushed a bit, "Thank you but..."

"It'll be fine," he assured you.

"But both of our moms here and my siblings and...it's going to be a mess, isn't it?"

"No," he smiled in amusement. "Well, maybe just a little bit."

"Lukas!"

He stood up and grabbed your hands, "Ella, relax. With you involved, nothing could ever be a fucking mess."

You smiled, "I love you."

"I love you more, hjärtat."

Lukas had been right. It was not a mess. Roman was, well, Roman with his gross jokes and you couldn't help that. Their mothers kind of smothered everyone but it was mostly went off without a hitch. Shiv and Tom brought your niece and you had immediately picked her up, propping her up on your hip. You talked to her animatedly before giving her a giant cookie that was made just for her.

"She's great with kids, uh?" Tom commented to Lukas.

Lukas hummed as he watched you with his hands in his pockets. He would wait but he desperately wanted kids with you.

The rest of the evening went by perfectly. Well, there was the one instance where his mother and yours (they seemed to get along great) asked when you were having kids. You had choked on your wine.

"We're not in a rush," Lukas answered nonchalantly.

But besides probing questions, it was fine. Hours later they had all left and the house was finally quiet again. You breathed a sigh of relief.

"I told you," he wrapped his arms around you from behind. "Nothing to worry about."

You leaned back into his embrace, "It was my first time hosting so..."

He kissed your shoulder before he asked, "Are you tired?"

"I...Yes," you answered nervously.

"Alright," he said and then he picked you up to carry you bridal style. It made you gasp and giggle. Then he carried you to the bedroom before setting you down.

"I'm gonna change," you said.

He nodded as he took off his shirt and his pants before climbing into bed. You headed to the closet in excitement. You had this all planned since two weeks ago. When you came back out, you were dressed in red lingerie that had a bow over your breasts.

"So there's one last present I had for you," you announced.

Lukas had been on his phone. He had one hand behind his head as laid half-propped against the headboard. His eyes glanced up and then did a double take.

"Fuck, Ella."

He licked his lips and you smiled. You crawled onto the bed towards him before straddling him. You took his phone and set it on the bedside table.

He went to reach for you but you grabbed his hands. You entwined them with yours as you kept his arms bent and up in the air.

"Before you touch me," you stared at him intensely. "I want you to know that I'm ready now."

"Ready for what?"

"To have kids with you," you declared before you held a small smirk. "So do you want to unwrap me now?"

His eyes had stared at you for a few shocked moments. Then he practically attacked you with lust. You had giggled before you got lost in the feeling with him. And it was a very, very long night.

When you woke up in the morning, you could still feel the length of him inside you. His cock acted as a plug to keep his cum inside you. You could feel that he was hard again which made wetness seep out of you and down his shaft.

You wanted him to fuck you. Again. And when he woke, he did. He flipped you onto your belly and straddled your thighs as he fucked you from behind. His cock pounded into you practically making you bounce with each thrust. It was so primal and aggressive.

It made you orgasm rather quickly and your toes curled. Your back arched and you were aware of your painfully erect nipples pressing into the satin sheets. He fucked you through your orgasm with your pussy clenched tightly around his cock as he kept thrusting. His hands moved underneath you and he manipulated you to lift your ass a bit, making him drive deeper into you. You moaned at the new angle even as your front was practically being nailed into the mattress.

You orgasmed again and you felt like you were seeing stars. Your pussy clenched even tighter around his cock and he groaned. He made a few more sloppy thrusts before he gripped your ass cheeks rather tightly as he came inside you.

You felt his warm seed spill deep inside of you. Again. You mewled at the feeling despite the walls of your pussy already being sticky from the seed he painted them with all night.

You wanted him to keep that doing that. Maybe you were cum drunk. You didn't know. But you felt so full and content. You never wanted him to leave you.

He stayed inside you for thirty minutes as they laid there a bit out of it and panting. He was half on top of you. Then he pulled out and you felt so empty as his cum started to leak out.

"I'm gonna take a shower," he commented.

You merely hummed and followed him. Your legs ached a bit. But you didn't focus on that. Your mind was in a fog. You were in a blissed-out haze. And every kiss you shared with him felt amplified and you felt like every cell yearned for him.

Maybe the steam of the shower was making you all fuzzy but when they got out, you fucked him on the bathroom counter. Then you took him back to bed. They just ended up spending the whole day in bed together having sex.

Every day after that, he fucked you. They weren't as bad as that first day but every night he'd fuck you. But they did fuck once at a restaurant in the bathroom. You were bent over the sink with your hands on the white porcelain. You could not believe you let him to do this but you were just as bad as he was.

"When I said I wanted a baby, I didn't mean you should have sex with me relentlessly."

"So you don't want me to fuck you?" he had a smug grin as he gave you a particularly deep thrust making you gasp.

"You're such an ass," you panted.

"An ass you love," he still had that stupid grin and his blue eyes were so bright with happiness. He was so damn pretty. You couldn't help but love it. God. You were so in deep with him.

"Yes, I love you. I love you, Lukas," you uttered and the overwhelming amount of affection you felt made you orgasm before he had even thrusted inside of you again. And your words did it. He groaned before he came inside you.

That was what it was like leading up to New Year's. You found out you were pregnant only a couple days after the new year began. You were so ecstatic and Lukas was happy.

But then the nausea set in. The first trimester was hard for you. You were sick nearly all the time. Your breasts were sore and you were just exhausted.

You'd often wake up in the middle of the night puking. Lukas was so good with you. He would get up and hold your hair, he'd give you back rubs, and he'd even stay home with you. He didn't often go into work besides four days out of the week.

He was just very attentive with you which you appreciated. When the second trimester came around, the nausea had subsided. Your breasts grew and you went up two cup sizes by the end of the trimester. Lukas loved playing with them which felt really great.

But something else had changed in the second trimester. Your libido increased tenfold. You felt like an animal. You were attacking Lukas for sex practically all the time. You would even go to his work just to have him fuck you on his desk.

At night, you'd have very dirty dreams. When they ended, you were all hot and bothered so you'd wake him up pawing at him for sex. You felt quite terrible that you were interrupting his sleep. You had even cried about it once. Lukas just kissed you and told you that you were being silly; like a switch flipped, that calmed you right down and you stopped crying.

One night, you were having sex with him. You were straddling him and you had been bouncing on his dick. But he had gone soft. You had pouted, "I need you again."

He stroked his cock to get it to become hard again as he joked, "It's like you're trying to break my dick."

"What? No. I love you," you frowned like he'd said the worst thing in history and tears built up in your eyes. "Why would I want to break it? How could you ever think I'd want to hurt you?"

Lukas chuckled, "Ella, it was a joke."

You sniffled, "Don't say stuff like that."

"Okay," he complied.

"I love you too much," you replied before you kissed him.

You kissed him shortly before you trailed kisses down to his neck. You muttered against his skin, "Love you so much."

You moved down to kiss his chest and you sucked before nipping at the skin as you mused, "Just want you all the time."

"Fuck, Ella."

And he was hard. You sunk down on his cock and began to bounce again. You began to have sex with him again.

The second trimester had been filled with a lot of sex. But you had also found out the gender of your baby. You were having a boy. The room that you had once painted for a baby was set up once again. Your belly started to show and Lukas was always kissing it.

You let everyone in your family know. Connor seemed the happiest for you. But you didn't much care who was happy and who wasn't. It was your life and you were happy for yourself. That was all that mattered.

Then the third trimester came and that had to be the worst. Your breasts grew even more and you now had an H cup. Your belly was swollen. Your back hurt. Your feet hurt and you had slight edema. You were very irritable. You just wanted the baby out of you.

You practically ignored Lukas. You didn't even let him hold you at night. The hormone you blamed him for knocking you up. It was unreasonable but you couldn't help it. You were so emotional.

One day he went to kiss you before he left to go to work. But you just turned your head. When he said he loved you, you merely hummed.

But as soon as he left, you started crying. You felt terrible. You ran out the door after him and stopped him before he even got in the car.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," you sobbed. "I love you. I love you so much. I don't want you to leave and not know that."

"I know," he responded as he wiped your tears away with his thumbs before kissing you softly. You eagerly pressed your lips back to his and let all of your frustration melt away.

When the kiss finished, you explained, "I'm just so tired and sore. I just want this baby out and I'm being mean to you. I'm terrible."

"You're not terrible," you argued. "But let's fix some of that, yeah?"

"What about work?"

"Fuck it," he said before he shuffled you inside. "I'm taking care of you."

And he did. He had you take a bubble bath. He gave you a massage. At the end of the night, you'd curled up against him in bed and held onto him tightly.

Things hadn't been as lovely as that day had been. You still got snappy and moody with him. But that all changed when you had the baby. You had an easy labor with a spontaneous birth.

You took on the role of mother very easily when you took your baby boy home. He was named Mattias. You doted on him but he cried nearly all the time. You were exhausted.

You and Lukas were exhausted. You barely got anytime to yourselves. But five weeks after the birth, you had gotten up to take a shower. You basically knew now when Matti would wake up. So you got up to take a shower but when you stepped out, breast milk leaked out of one of your breasts.

You groaned in frustration as Lukas came into the bathroom. When he saw the situation, he did something you did not expect. He grabbed you by your hips when you went to grab a hand towel, keeping you in place, before he leaned down and licked the trail of breast milk up from your abdomen, cleaning you off.

Your stomach twisted and you felt a low heat in your belly. You thought it was extremely hot. It turned you on and realized this was the first you had been in months.

When he was done, you grabbed him by his neck and pulled him to you. You kissed him. Your hands ran up his bare chest since he didn't wear a shirt to bed. His hands grabbed at your hips before picking you up and setting you on the bathroom counter.

You panted as you pulled away from him and argued, "Matti will wake up soon."

"I'll be quick," he replied.

You glanced at the baby monitor on the counter that was silent. Then you looked back at him and spread your legs for him. He pushed his sweats down to his thighs, revealing his erection. He lined himself up with your slit before pushing into you. You gasped a little.

It had been months since you had sex with him. And this wasn't I love you sex but I need a release sex. It was quick and rough as he plowed into you. Your kisses were short and hungry. Desperate. Your nails scraped his chest as he made you orgasm and his orgasm quickly followed yours.

The both of you were panting once you were done. His lips attached themselves to your neck, planting soft kisses on your skin. You moaned a little and tilted your head back to give him access.

But then the baby monitor was filled with sound. Matti was crying. You groaned a little bit in exhaustion and you went to move off the counter but he squeezed your thighs lightly, "I'll get him."

You nodded and he left. Matti, like clockwork, needed to be changed at around six in the morning. Then he'd go back to sleep for about twenty minutes before he'd cry again to be fed. You rested for a couple of minutes before you got up to take another shower.

When you got out and you were actually dressed, you went to the baby room. You found Lukas holding Matti against his chest and rubbing his back as he slept ever so soundly. You smiled as you saw it.

You watched them for a few more moments before Matti started to cry. You stepped in and took him before you fed him. Breastfeeding was a long process that took about forty minutes and you were doing this eight to twelve times a day. It was a lot but you were always quite happy (even though exhausted) as you cooed at your baby boy and gazed at him lovingly.

Your baby boy was the center of your whole world. A week later you found out you were pregnant again, an accident. But it didn't matter; being a mother made you happy. This pregnancy (and every other) was much easier and less intense; you became a mother that actually didn't mind being pregnant. You would have another boy, Julian, that also became your greatest treasure in life.

After having Julian, like clockwork, you got pregnant again only six weeks later. You had another boy named Elias. After giving birth to him, you moved with Lukas into another house.

The one he had contained a lot of open space in the living room and such but very little bedrooms. They needed something bigger and more comfortable for a family. This new house also had an art studio. You were overjoyed with it.

Almost as soon as you moved in, you got pregnant again. You had another boy named Nikolaj. Then you got pregnant a fifth time and finally had a girl. She was named Annika.

After her, you had two more boys one after the other. Tobias and Henrik. When you were pregnant with Henrik, you had gone to New York with Lukas. He had something to do with Waystar. You went shopping while he was in his meeting. Mattias, now almost seven, wanted to go with you and so did Nikolaj, who was almost three. Nikolaj was extremely attached to you and shy. So you took the both of them with you while you left the rest with Freya who had became something of a nanny.

When you were out with them, you were approached by a man in the store. You had caught him talking to Mattias. He had an odd smile on his face as he went to reach for him, "You look so much like your father."

"Mattias, come here," your voice was stern as you grabbed his hand and tugged him behind you. You already held Nikolaj, propping him up on your hip.

"Leave my kids alone please," you tried staying cordial with him.

"You have another one," he smiled even wider as his eye twitched. "He has his blonde hair. And you have another one growing..."

He quickly reached out and placed his hand on your pregnant belly. You gasped before stepping back and you smacked his hand away, "Don't ever touch me."

His smile turned to a frown, "You bitch. They're ours. You can't keep them from us."

He went to lunge for you, his hands reaching for your neck, but you quickly let go of Mattias and punched him. Then you grabbed Mattias, gripping his hand so tightly, and rushed out of there. You went to the car where Sven, your driver, was there. The man had followed you and Sven wrestled him to the ground. He kept him there until the cops came.

An ambulance even came. They doctored up your hand as Sven watched your kids. Apparently, you had sprained it from hitting the guy so hard in the face.

Then Lukas showed up. The boys took off towards him as soon as they saw him. He crouched down and hugged them both tightly to him, "My boys. Are you hurt? Did you get hurt?"

He let go of them to turn their hands from side to side, inspecting them for any injuries. Nikolaj spoke, "Mommy saved us."

Mattias added on, "Mom is hurt. She punched him."

"Come here," he picked Nikolaj up and held him. He placed his hand on the back of Mattias to shuffle him forward to the ambulance.

Lukas found you and looked at your hand, "You're hurt. It is broken?"

"It's just a sprain," you assured.

He sighed before he leaned over and kissed the top of your head. Then he did it again seemingly just to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"And the baby?"

"He's fine. He's tough," you smiled as you rubbed your belly with your non-sprained hand.

He sighed again before he picked up Mattias as well. Mattias laid his head on his shoulder as he held both of his boys tightly.

"You're never going fucking anywhere alone again."

"Dad said a bad word," Mattias smirked.

"Yeah, I did. But I'm mad right now," Lukas explained.

"Alright," you agreed as you stared at your boys. You never wanted anything to happen to any of your children.

It had been some deranged fanboy of Lukas that had did it. He went to jail for a year. After that situation, you always had security now.

Nothing bad had happened again and a couple of months later, you gave birth to Henrik. You got pregnant one last time and had a girl. She was named Linnea.

After her, you had decided that eight kids was enough. You had your tubes tied in a procedure. You were no longer having anymore kids and you didn't have to worry about contraception.

Now you just raised your babies. You took them camping or taught them how to paint. Lukas played video games or soccer with the boys. You would have a family night where you played a board game which got very animated. All of them seemed to have a competitive streak in them.

They all had the blond hair of Lukas and his bright blue eyes. But they had your facial features like dimpled cheeks and little noses. They were absolutely adorable. They all got the tall gene, too, so you were the only one in the family that was short.

You were so happy and you gave them all the love you had. You made sure that each one of them knew that they could choose whatever path they wanted. Lukas did, too. If they didn't want to go into business, they didn't have to.

For example, Tobias had gotten really into soccer. You along with Lukas attended each one of his games. He actually ended up becoming a major soccer player.

Each one of your kids was well-adjusted and they all chose their own paths. Not a single one of them took over the business. Lukas had actually ended up selling the whole thing, Gojo and Waystar, and got a massive payout.

When the kids all moved out, you and Lukas downsized to another house. You didn't need one so big anymore. You just lived your life with Lukas and checked in on your kids constantly. You always had to know what they were doing. You wanted to make sure they were happy like you were.

But the years went on. You would go on hikes with Lukas or cozy up to watch a movie. They were very lowkey when the kids moved out. You still did a lot of painting.

You grew old with Lukas until, well, you couldn't. When you were in your late sixties, he passed away. You supposed you weren't necessarily surprised because there was the large age gap between them but it still hurt. You were lonely for a long time. You lived alone and did everything alone.

When you got a bit older and you couldn't even paint because of the arthritis in your hands, you moved in with Nikolaj. He took care of you until you passed as well. In the those last few months, you held a deep longing. Because the gravity that always held you to the Earth was no longer there. It was in your memories. And you died in your sleep with a smile on your face. You let gravity take you to that place in your mind, the one with Lukas, and you died swimming in the pictures and moments of your life forever.

It was peaceful. It was a life worth living. And you hoped your children found a gravity that made them happy with life like you did.

[vclvetfleur]

Obedient

Pairing ▹ Roman Roy x Fem! Reader

Synopsis ▹ After graduating college, you had a hard time finding anything. You were living paycheck to paycheck, until your old college roommate tried to help out with getting you an interview at her job, Waystar Royco. After a mix up, you find out that you were interviewing for Kendall's little brother, Roman. The more time you spent with him, you realized his whole facade of being the weird noisy arrogant douche was just to cover up really dark issues. But how much of it can you take til it just becomes way too much for you? You had your own stuff to deal with.

Notes ▹ I decided to finally start a series about Roman. There is not enough fan fictions about him. There's going to be talks about past traumas and unhealthy coping mechanisms. I plan on making the character have deep rooted trauma as well, but hiding it a lot better than Roman, not as well though. There will be triggers for past child abuse, implied (c)SA, mentions of EDs and some substance abuse. Regardless of the heavy tones, I hope you have fun reading. This is mostly a therapy writing thing.

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Chapters ▹ Chapter 1 , Chapter 2, Chapter 3 , Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20

[happy74827]

Only You

[Kendall Roy x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Kendall never had anyone that he could truly rely on. But now, he has you, and that's all that matters {GIF Creds: Honestly i couldn't find who made it… just know that I didn't}.

WC: 753

Category: Lime/Spice, Slight Angst

I just finished Succession tonight and my heart literally hurts so much for Kendall, so I had to write this to ease my mind.

『••✎••』

“Kenny…” You sigh into his neck, his teeth nipping at your ear.

His hands travel from your thighs to the dip of your back and up, pulling the thin fabric of your dress over your head and off, tossing it onto the floor.

He grins, kissing down your jaw to the swell of your breasts. You can feel him, hard and thick through his jeans, pressed against you, and you need him. Need to feel him inside you. Need to feel his skin against yours.

Your breath is shallow and hot.

Kendall kisses the hollow of your throat, your pulse hammering against his lips. He takes your chin in his hand and makes you look at him. You stare into his eyes, deep and brown, the color of the earth. He stares right back, and you can feel his heartbeat, fast and in time with yours.

You lean in, pressing your lips to his. He kisses you back, softly at first, but then, hungry, devouring, as if he were a starving man.

You unbutton his shirt, letting it fall to the floor, and push him down on the bed. He pulls you on top of him, and you can feel him smiling as he kisses you. His hands are warm as they caress your body, sending tingles up and down your spine.

He needed this; you knew it, just like you needed it. It was only a matter of time before he broke down before he let you back in. He needed someone to be there for him—someone who loved him unconditionally and would stand by him no matter what.

His touch was gentle and loving. The way he held you, kissed you. It was almost as if he didn't want to let you go. As if he was afraid of losing you.

Your heart ached for him. Ached for the man who was lost and alone, the man who had no one else. Nothing else.

With all the hot garbage and corruption within Waystar, Kendall could always rely on you. You were his constant. His anchor.

He would never admit it, not even to himself, but he was scared. He was scared and alone, and he needed someone.

Roman couldn’t give him that. Shiv could barely stand to look at him. His mother? Well, she wasn't the type.

And then there was you. You had been by his side, supporting him for as long as he could remember.

He didn't know when he had started to notice you, started to love you. But he had. Rava couldn't fill the void in his heart. No woman could. But you could.

You had been there for him every step of the way, no matter what. When the shit hit the fan, when his father cut him out, when his family betrayed him, you were there. You were his light in the darkness.

The night that Kendall told the world his father was at fault for the cruise ship disaster, the full turnaround he did on the presser and the aftermath had been hell. Logan had thrown a tantrum, screaming and shouting and threatening to cut him off completely.

For a little while, it seemed like he would, too.

But you had been there for him.

Kendall had broken down, sobbing, after it was all over. When the weight of it all had finally hit him, he had felt guilty and ashamed.

You had sat with him, comforting him. You hadn’t judged him. You hadn’t told him it was his fault, that he was wrong. You had simply listened.

And that had meant the world to him.

When he had finished crying, when his sobs had subsided, he had kissed you.

He hadn't planned to. But the look in your eyes, the concern, the compassion, the love, he couldn't help himself. It was a soft kiss. Tender. Loving. He had cupped your face in his hands, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

After that night, everything had changed.

You had become the only thing he could count on.

You were always there for him, no matter what.

Now, as you lay together, the sheets twisted around your bodies, your bare skin touching his, he knew.

He knew the person who would always have his back, who would never leave him, was you.

And that was why he had given you his heart.

Kendall didn't need anyone or anything else.

He only needed you.

Just you and only you.

[shivroy]

hearts roy, roman's daughter, cousin of tom and shiv's son hibs, a tiny woman with adult braces, overplucked eyebrows, masochistic body piercings, her single father's veins, her lonely father's eyes, her rootless father's mouth - pictured IF she had survived past her infancy, which in this hypothetical universe she did not.

hearts, from shiv's perspective, in the "canon universe" of this fic with the mencken presidency having further destroyed america, in which hearts does not live:

[richeeduvie]

Hi! Funny that you mention Papa Frank, I recently rewatched Father of the Bride and it's my comfort sick movie and Kieran Culkin is so cute in that movie.

My headcanon is that when Roman was around 8 he spent the entire summer with Baby and Frank( it was probably that Frank got custody) it was definitely the time Roman got to be a normal kid. My vision was he stayed there until the first day of school and as he got there Shiv and Kendall remembered he had been with her and what was supposed to be a couple of weeks turned into the whole summer vacations and in petty jealousy they told their parents and got sent home🤭

"Roman, you don't have to stuff the whole thing down. It's not going anywhere."

Roman's habit of eating anything Baby makes like it'll disappear has existed for awhile. They made a cake with Frank. It was fun and eventually, Roman stops with the hard, child glaring at his friend's not father and does enjoy the baking experience.

He stares, though, when Frank holds Baby up over the stove, they're making mix from scratch in a saucepan and the Roy boy doesn't think he's seen anything so...soft? He's not even her dad dad, but Roman's never been held like that. And she's giggling a lot. She giggles all the time during the summer, so does he. Frank can be funny sometimes.

Shiv wants to kill her big brother, although he doesn't know it. His months have been too busy with Frank and Baby going to things. Water parks (with exclusive passes), trips into nature. Into Frank's plane. They couldn't really go outside New York - away from Logan and Waystar because Frank's also Waystar but they spent many nights just staying in a big house, houses for movies and boardgames.

What Frank thought kids liked. At the time, he thought he was learning quickly and well with how Baby existed as a little girl.

Frank in present will never bring it up to an adult Roman, but he thought it was sweet when the boy fell asleep on his shoulder, Baby on the other.

Shiv wants to kill her big brother.

"It's not fair!"

"Shivvy, calm down-"

"Why does he get to go? He's almost been gone for the whole summer and he's a boy! He's having a forever sleepover with her? Dad's friend is stupid! Roman's stupid! I know he's going to rub it in my face. We need to tell Dad."

"Why do you think he doesn't know?"

"Because he doesn't care. But let's tell him! Or Mom."

It's not sure how Logan or Caroline didn't come to really realize or care that their son was away for so long. But it's not surprising.

Shiv breathed out hard, little as she was. Kendall scratched his head when she punched her fist into her bed.

"We did lots of cool stuff this Summer, right?"

"Not with Frank. Mr. Frank. I didn't my friend all Summer because he's stupid."

Roman's happy, child and boy bliss when he arrives to school in a different car than Shiv. With Baby.

"Isn't it weird Roman isn't here?"

"It's good for a boy to get out and gain independence away from the home. Even out a young age. You might get it one day too."

She rolled her eyes at the memory of Caroline and the sight of them.

She's going to tell Mom and Dad she saw them kissing. But she'll have to be super sneaky about it, because Shiv doesn't want Baby to think she got her in trouble. It's just not fair.

[elenor222]

A Kendall Roy (Succession) Series

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: faint mentions of established relationship, sexual tension. All characters are of age. This story is 18+.

part 1

NEW YORK

3.12 AM

Emily stares at the white flushed screen of the newest shitop available in the market. She’s deciphering the flow of the shares today. Her glasses are turning blue with all the big numbers and the emails flowing through the system. There’s an untouched tumbler of souvenir matcha sitting on her desk. Her room’s illuminated a pale white with white lilies on her nightstand and an empty buzz from her phone. Emily rubs her temple, according to the entire finance department of Waystar, the Roys will take the company down with them by a decade. The lavish living and black dog services come with a price. A price they’ve long since forgotten to repay. Emily grunts and bites back her tongue. She looks up at the cerulean walls of her home painted with the same blood as them. Her chestnut eyes gleam, she dreams of Sicily and lush cherries. Bruised corridors and bluer skin. She turns towards the New York sky, cracking her knuckles and wonders how ground hog criminal she must’ve been to witness the corporate red with her own hands.

The next morning, a tall man with pale beach skin and visibly rich eye bags sits with four or five of his advisors and a bunch of younger executives. Emily does not accompany them. She stalls in her own office looking at the sugary buyout. She’s about ninety percent sure that Lawrence, the eldest son’s new venture, will and soon fuck Waystar. She lets out a giddy laugh in her mind and stays put at her cabin, chivalry gleaming in her eyes. Her posture is sleek, not too laid back but neither very professional. Kendall, suited up with cocaine in his back pocket, looks engaged, and rightly denounced, a little too lively.  

“This is a merger offer. Not an acquisition. We love what you do.” Kendall appears really passionate about the deal going through. His hands are clammy. He stares right through the upturned eye of the media guy.

“I get it. Of course, someone is always boss. And I don’t think that would be me?”

Kendall’s eyes briefly meet Emily. She’s intensely watching how this playdate plays out. Kendall can’t seem to focus between her glass of white wine at 11 am and that too tight white skirt riding up her thigh. He pretends to fix his tie. Hands imitating her face full of his length. He’s gone. Lilacs and bright Italian skies take over his vision. He’s sucking in another breath. So gone.

Kendall nullifies the rest of the conversation from his head. His eyes juggling between his two memento moris. There seems to a notable disagreement though, Emily senses it before she sees it. Her lip twitches as Lawrence stands up to leave. Kendall abruptly follows, seemingly surprised at the turn of the events. They walk next to each other down the wide corridor that border glass offices with venetian blinds on each side. He’s even wearing those knuckle deep expensive boardroom shoes, Emily peeks. Kendall steals a glance before the elevator door dings. She’s looking back at him with remorse. Soon, Lawrence whispers something inexcusable in his ear and the board sees him visibly loose his composure. He leaves the floor’s eyeshot rattled in fury.

LONDON

10 AM

“It’s inappropriate. It’s a fitness, thing. It’s - it’s basically a heart rate monitor. It’s a fucking abortion.” A broad shoulder man squeals. “is that what you give your 80 year soon to be father in law? To your boss? As a gesture of obeisance? When you’re looking for promotion? Or is that, say, like giving him a colostomy bag and a viagra? The optics are fucking horrible.” He keeps rambling on to the redhead beside him. She takes no notice of the priced-up suit or her satin shirt shining in the harsh auburn sun. Two black Mercedes line up bedside them.

Shiv, instead, is focused on a text.

Shiv: you coming?

Em: maybe :/

“Tom. It’s fine. Yeah, my Dad doesn’t really like things.” She advises him to throw ten to fifteen grand at some posh shop that sells sea shells. She’s staring at her phone with pursed lips.

NEW YORK

1PM

  “So, last call guys. We happy?” Kendall frantically looks around his team. Emily sits there looking uninterested at their long faces and sheets of robbery. Jess took an appointment, filing “wife needed for support” for her to be there. Back in the day, rose would’ve tainted her cheeks. Now, she only sits there. Stoic, unimpressed. She knows all too well that this was just another tactic for her to see him win. He’s bitter. And he hopes she knows.

Frank reassures him, ”If the committee play straight, we win. If they don’t, we go legal.”

“And we don’t want to just bump the number another point?” Young Alessandro, the investment banker looks towards Emily almost questioning the authority of her presence.

“You’ve already over ridden your Bali beach numbers. Although, I can give you an extra mil to demonstrate a knuckle fuck to Frank” Emily looks Kendall dead in the eye as if scolding a child. She crosses her legs and sits up straighter. Alessandro witnesses the change in power dynamics.

“You wanna call your Dad?” Alessandro offers.

Kendall looks like someone’s punched him in the nuts but he refuses to react. Emily only juts out her lips. She’s almost on the verge of enacting the scenes from their college days. Kendall gives her a so much so a threating look in response. His eyes dart to her mulberry pink lips. His mind fickle enough, churns him back to those same hot days with Emily on her knees.

 “Do I want to call my Dad?” he glares at the board.

“No” he comprehends. “I don’t want to call my Dad.”

“Do you want to call your Dad?” he bites back.  

“Does anyone want to call their Dad?” Silence surrounds the cascading white room except the timely tapping of Emily’s jimmy choos.

“Okay. No one wants to talk to thier Dad. So, let’s get in there, buy this fucking company and go top ten, shall we? I’m pushing the bid to 120. Okay?” Emily lets out a sigh in disapproval. Kendall pays no mind to her wandering gaze down his body. She wonders how she can put this in the mad bear’s plate without pissing him off.

1 AM

“What’s the number?” logan’s call disrupts Kendall in the midnight. Kendall did know, there was going to be consequences to raising the bid. He only hoped Emily had flower petaled logans fuck over shoes to bendable China. He dabs his forehead with a white tea cloth to soothe his nerves.

“I’m going to one twenty.” He intakes a sharp breath, eyes blown and sitting upright. he prays that his quaver of tone isn’t detectable. He fists his bedsheet into a stress ball. A minute goes by where you can hear the chaotic New York night pass by. He’s untouchable; how does the teen spirit bubblegum wrath seep in?  He speaks further in a fever dream, “Good. Look are we still good for tomorrow? Today?”

“Uh-huh. Yeah.” Logan is tapping away on his mouse. Unfocused eyes cram in all the emails from the week.

“Cos it’s gonna get out there?” Kendall’s eyes twinkle. They perfectly reflect the times square brightness.

“We’ll announce.” Logan rolls his eyes. His right hand is reaching for the will in his drawer.

“Great, so I can pre-floating to like Frank and Emily? If I need to. Cos it’s getting soft-floated.” The line goes dead. Kendall closes his eyes. He’s breathing raggedly. Theres a voice in the back of his head telling him he’s going to fuck it up. He blinks. Hard.

authors note: engagement of any sort is greatly appreciated. will try to update the next part this week itself <3

part 2

[bowieandqueen11]

Stewy Hosseini Being Jealous Would Include...

Request: hiii could you do jealous stewy headcanons? i love your writing!!

Thank you so much, that’s very kind of you!! I’m so sorry if this is awful, I need to get used to writing for Stewy but he’s literally a bisexual icon I feel so seen, this gif literally altered my brain chemistry <3

Also I hope you don’t mind, I did this one as F!reader but I’m happy to write another one for any other gender as well!

Warning: strong language, mentions of drugs, and this one is quite NSFW guys, so 18+ please!

My god I don’t think I’ve written much NSFW in the last couple of years, so I’m pretty nervous!! This will probably be a rare occurrence, but I thought I’d do a special treat for Jealous!Stewy ;) I’m still genuinely so scared to post this lmao

(I do not own Succession or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @divorcedtom.)

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Jealousy is an emotion that doesn’t sit well with Stewy Hosseini. Not at all. I feel like Stewy isn’t the guy to play around once he has an actual, solid, going steady partner; he’s grown up as a big mama’s boy, and that’s kind of rubbed off on him - well, when he’s not out partying and doing drugs in the unsavoury bleak bathrooms of New York’s nightclubs, that is. As the relationship grows stronger and stronger, so too does Stewy become more and more possessive: to the point that backhand tactics such as trying to woo you over into whatever supposedly lucrative deal Waystar’s in the throw of at the moment feels incredibly personable. 

What can I say? They know how to hit the man where it hurts. To pierce him, sliding that muddy knife in past the decorum, past the old-money mixed with new guise, past the Wall Street asshole façade, right into his soft heart. The Roys are toying with him: acting as if he’s going to chase that twenty four gold carrot on a string, and if he won’t,  they’ll just find another way to coax him into the darkness.

He’s affronted. He’s annoyed. But Stewy has had many, many years to learn how to handle and best utilise fly-swatters. His parents raised him to be better - to be extraordinary, fearless, level headed, clear cut. This man does not show off his cards unless he has to, and although his heart is beating ferociously at the sight of you being swindled by another man, he keeps it firmly from slipping down to his sleeve. 

He almost laughs out loud when he realises that it’s fucking Tom Wambsgams the siblings have sent over to woo you. Shiv must have been training him again from the way he watches, hawk-eyed, as Tom swings his arms by his sides and leans over onto the bar, blocking your view of the rest of the room. Training your eyes back to his beady eyes, letting out that whale of a laugh that nearly makes Stewy shudder into his cocktail. 

It’s grating on him, the way he’s acting. And Stewy doesn’t appreciate the feeling.

He drops the empty glass of on some passing waiter’s empty tray, and then struts over to the encounter like a cocked peacock; he makes sure to straighten up his watch on the way over, to fix the lapels of his jacket so they were perfectly straight. He wanted to look immaculate before he walked onto the stage and joined the performance again. You glance up at him with a knowing grin as he walks over to stand just slightly behind your back. He winks at you for a second, teeth scraping against his bottom lip before he inclines his head and looks up at a nervous looking Tom. He places a hand firmly on the small of your back: it’s something he’s always done, at parties, conventions, meetings - anywhere the two of you are supposed to split up to both mingle and network. It’s just a small reassurance he started: he’s still here, always in the know, always knowing what’s going on, everything’s still good. He’s always got your back.

His fingers hitch slightly, catching in the back straps of your dress, and you can feel his nails scrape against your skin in an almost imperturbable fashion. But you notice how uncharacteristically stock still he’s standing from the corner of your eyes; his chin is tilted down at a furious angle, warning you of trouble to come. Wambsgams seems to get the message, his smiling stare dropping quickly into an almost aghast open mouth look of shock as he tries to recollect himself, not realising that Shiv had sent him packing into the fucking lion’s den.

You were Stewy’s S/o. You were Stewy’s fucking S/o, and everyone at the company knew that meant you were off limit. He chewed his bottom lip, trying to stop himself from looking panicked, but internally already getting ready to slam Cousin Greg against the wall for allowing himself to look like a complete fucking moron in front of like, thirty of the most important people in the whole entire world. 

Stewy, as usual, just keeps his eyes centred squarely on him. He smiles, oozing charm: radiating appeal, magnetic in the uneasiness he draws in. His eyes never leave Tom’s as he presses a kiss against your hairline, obviously unimpressed by Tom’s attempts to encroach on what is his. What he tries, desperately hard, yet seemingly with so little effort at all, to keep separate from this fucking mess of a family. But you can tell, despite how much he’s trying to compartamentalise the feeling of jealousy and vexation that’s crawling along his skin, it’s eating away at him. Niggling under his skin. It makes you feel... it makes you feel astounded to realise you’re the only person able to sully his impeccable standing. The only person from his personal life, since Kendall disappointed him yet again, he’s allowed to encroach so intricately towards the walls he’s built around his working life. The only person in this room he would be frustrated if he disappointed. Probably the only person in this room who hasn’t disappointed him as well.

He wasn’t about to let that go so easily.

‘Wh-whoah! Hey man! Uh - didn’t mean to- to come raining on your parade, ha ha!’ He gives the two of you a tight lipped smile as he exhales, slowly trying to dispel the awkwardness of Stewy doing nothing but blinking at him by reaching hesitantly towards some of the nibbles lining the bar. He picks up one of the cocktail sticks: a melting lump of brie scattered with some chopped fig, and twirls it between his thumb and pointer finger. 

Stewy just cloaks himself in that fake, eat-shit looking grin, and Tom’s eyes widen in obvious fear. You’re busy trying not to bust a gut from laughing as Tom throws a not very sly look behind his shoulder at Shiv, whose holding a champagne flute in one hand and bust talking to one of Nate’s work colleagues to really care. She just purses her lips and crosses her arm, waving one of her hands in his general direction, obvious distaste lining her features at the sweat beading on her husband’s forehead. 

‘It’s okay, man’, Stewy finally chips in, putting the poor bastard out of his misery. ‘Don’t want you to choke on that canape though. You know’, he takes a step forward, leaning towards Tom ostentatiously, ‘I’ve heard that Logan’s started setting up cheese traps around the office to see how many rats come scurrying in for the kill.’

‘Ha ha! Good, good one, man! You got me, you little prick. You got me, that was so... so good.’ Tom’s pretending to laugh, but he dips his eyes and reaches up to loosen his collar at the same time. He’s starting to be unable to take the heat: to take Stewy’s scrutiny, his piercing, all-knowing gaze. It always amazes how quickly Stewy can manage to flip the tables back onto the Roys. You wince as Tom barks out another short chuckle, and you’re not the only one: Roman’s lounging on the back of a settee nearby, resting next to an oblivious Kendall who’s currently scrolling fervently through one of the news feeds on his phone. The two of them may have been obligated by daddy dearest to be here, but Roman was adamant he was going to add a spark of chaos to the stifling air.

‘Hey! Yeah, little bitty fucking titmouse!’, Roman yells over to Tom, who sighs heavily at the usual repeated annoyance. ‘If you take old Stewy boy over here into the toilets he’ll snort coke off your tits and the two of you can finally kissy kissy like you always dreamed.’

‘The bathroom’s currently occupied.’ It takes Stewy less than five seconds to respond, taking his hand off your back to cross them both professionally in front of his legs. ‘I believe I saw Gerri go in there a while ago with a very presentable looking young man.’ He doesn’t even look over at Roman as he guts him, choosing instead to drop his head down to yours and raise his eyebrows in a knowing look. He’s won this battle too.

Roman spills some of his beer as he darts his eyes up to the vaulted ceiling. He pretends to look around, before letting out an incredulous sounding hyena giggle. ‘Yep, well. Looks like pigs haven’t fucking learnt how to fly yet.’

‘I think, maybe’, Stewy points out towards the empty floor leading to the sliding balcony doors of Shiv’s apartment, ‘if you do a running start, you might be able to this time.’ He finally chooses to glance over at Roman with a level stare, and the younger siblings shrivels under its intensity.

Roman frowns, and in his scrabble down to sit back on his seat he spills even more drops of amber liquid over his hands; the feeling of something lukewarm hitting his brand new hand-sewn suit jacket is enough to finally rouse Kendall away from his phone. And let’s just say, when he sees Roman licking bits of alcohol off his fingers, and then follows the trail down to spot the wet patch on his own arm, he’s not very impressed. Thankfully, everyone being momentarily distracted by the head wrestling match that seems to be going on between the two brothers offers Tom enough of a distraction to slink off.

‘Yep... yep, it’s all good’, the words slide off Tom’s tongue as his eyes flicker anxiously between the two of you. ‘Okay. Well’, his voice rises, ‘I’ll just go see how the old Golden Girls brigade is doing over there.’ He juts his thumb over towards Karl and Frank, giving one last obnoxious laugh before he leaves, stage right. You watch him go; his head whips down as he passes by the chaise lounge, as if he’s swearing violently to himself.

Stewy rolls his eyes, before placing a stern hand comfortingly on your shoulder. He squeezes. ‘You alright baby?’ Once you give a nod of assurance, he rubs the bottom of his chin absently. His eyes seemed to glaze as he finished. ‘Good. Good. Come on love, we have work to do.’

At first you think he means the two of you have to go to some other clueless presidential candidate (if you had to hear Connor Roy talk one more time about his nuclear attack bunkered ranch you were going to explode), but you were surprised to feel Stewy’s arm wind tightly around your waist. You were locked against his swaying hip in a tight vice, and he smugly passed Shiv’s raised eyebrow with a faux blown kiss in her direction as he lead the two of you towards the elevators. He massages against your hip bone, not saying a word as the gold-crested doors closed and the two of you are alone. For a moment, as he looks nonchalantly around the small space, you’re worried some line has been crossed today. But then you feel his hand slide down... further... further, teasingly caressing the top of your thigh, and you thank god Cousin Greg didn’t try to escape into the elevator with the two of you. He smirks as he feels you flutter your legs shut next to him, but he’s quick to tut tut and grab onto the meat of your leg, pulling them apart again and making your shoes slide nosily across the metal floor.

His hand dips down to rest at the bottom curve of your buttocks as the door slides open, shoving his other into his trouser pocket as he leads you out towards the car. It’s a long drive to get back to your hotel room for the night, but as soon as the doors have closed and you’ve nearly run to the bedroom you don’t even have time to unstrap your heels before the man’s on you. He shoves you firmly down onto the bed: his face is straight, unreadable, but his mouth is lined in an almost too intense frown as he refuses to look at you. He just slowly loosens his tie, before throwing it onto the chair in the corner. The tension is palpable, but you don’t even dare to hitch your breath and break it, just crawling backwards and watching the man on your raised elbows. He languidly takes off his cufflinks, placing them neatly down on his chiffonier, double checking they’re perfectly straight. The smug bastard even leans down to check his beard in the mirror, tilting his head side to side before he finally, finally decides to wander unhurriedly over to the edge of the bed.

'You okay there baby', he asks, as if he doesn't know what he's doing.

'Yes, just - fuck Stewy. I need you. Now.'

He steals your breath before you even have time to think. He lunges, famished, and shoves your legs apart so you fall backwards onto the comforter with a satisfying thump. You can feel a knot tighten in the base of your stomach as he’s quick to fill the space left, biting at your ankles as he grabs onto the bottom of your legs and lifts them squarely over his shoulders. His hands are soft, so tender, yet they claw into your skin as he begins to knead the muscles of your calves; his lips are well versed in ravishing you, and so they know exactly where to bite onto the side of your knees and leave the most devastatingly beautiful teeth marks. He’s unstoppable as his mouth licks and latches and moves like smooth butter further and further down the inside seam of your right thigh. You yelp when you feel his other hand reach up to grab and squeeze onto your breast, running the gap between his thumb and pointer finger past your nipple. 

Your hips buck up against him, but he’s quick to shut that down. He runs his hand down your side until his palm is placed flat against your belly button, holding you down against the warming sheets. He needs to be in control again.

His beard has that familiar scratch that you know is going to leave a burn tomorrow, but god, by the way his free hand unlatches from your ankle to the side of your hip, pushing at your waist until you’re lifted slightly up from the ground and he can slide his hand under to squeeze your buttocks, does it make it all worth it.

With your legs now straight up in the air, he tugs them closer around his head, as if daring you to move away from him again. You squirm, but happily oblige, enjoying the pressure of his lips nibbling against your panties as he rolls the bottom of your dress up your legs. He gently takes your clenched hands and places them on the bed either side of you, spread eagled without even lifting his head to look. He squeezes your fingers gently, before fisting your hands into the duvet. It’s a warning: a warning that this is going to be rough. That, as his nose presses into your groin and he props his knees up properly against the edge of the bedframe, that this may be so fervent, so passionate, so ferocious, that the bed might slam back into the wall so loudly it might shatter. That you might scream out his name so mewingly between the fingers he’s shoved into your mouth, that he may have to pay off the hotel clerks the next day for all the damages and disturbances caused during the night.

But by god, if it isn’t worth it. Because he loves you with everything he’s got. And gosh, if he isn’t going to show you tonight that all those fancy pants asshole he comes into contact with aren’t up to scratch. They’re not nearly on the same level as him.

He knows how it feels to lose: his family, they once lost everything, and built this life up again from the ashes. But tonight, he wins. He wins. As he hears you groan, he realises that he’s already won.

[motions1ckness]

“His Assistant”

Summary: Roman accidentally sends a explicit message to Logan thinking it’s you, his assistant. (based off the 03x08 episode!)

Content: f!reader, intimacy, Logan Roy, fear of intimacy (ironic i know), humiliation, manipulation, implied age gap, mention of sexual harassment

Sure, a relationship with your boss isn’t your brightest idea, but you didn't regret it. Keeping your relationship with Roman a secret gave you a rush you couldn’t experience just once. Being his assistant isn’t as grueling as it seemed. Roman didn’t have a very strenuous job.

While following Roman to the conference room, he turned back “Actually, y/n, can you follow me real quick. I think my schedule is off,” he lied. We had to come up with fake scenarios often. Just in case anyone overheard.

You met his eyes and nodded. “Y-yea, whatever you say, boss.” You followed Roman to an empty room, which seemed secluded enough.

You closed the door behind you. Roman wasted no time attacking your neck with sloppy kisses, “Take off your shirt,” he breathed into your neck.

“What?” You slightly pulled away, just enough to meet his eyes. “Rome, we’re already late to this meeting. Your father-” he moved away with an agitated groan. You didn’t want the moment to end either, but you also didn’t want to be yelled at by Logan Roy.

“Yeah, okay. Whatever, yeah,” Roman started toward the door, signaling you to move out of the way. “If I convince them to trust Mattson, I get to fuck the shit out of you later,” he says, letting you walk outside first. You let out a small laugh rolling your eyes, knowing that day won’t come. Roman hasn't explicitly told you about his intimacy issues, but you two of been sneaking around for months, and the most you guys have done is dry-humping.

During the meeting that included 8 of you, Roman somehow convinced Logan to trust Mattson. He knocked on the table to show his excitement off to you, followed by a grin. You smiled back before standing up to get coffee.

Kerry started filtering other executives into the meeting after Logan gave her the clear. Roman's confidence had been elated since Logan decided to notice him. You were happy for him but feared when Logan chose to kick him aside again.

At the coffee cart, you sent Roman a flirty congratulations text, afraid a verbal message would cause someone to overhear. You put your phone in your pocket to pour yourself a cup. You felt Roman glance at you and then put his phone down.

Supposing nothing of it, you returned next to him, “Get a good look?” He whispered to you. The issue was you had no idea what he was talking about, and it showed on your face. Roman noticed his dad checking his phone soon after. He looked at his most recent messages and saw the text sent to his dad, not you.

He met Logan's eyes, which were staring at him intensely. “What happened?” you asked, feeling left in the dark. Roman didn’t respond and sank into his chair, feeling his whole world crumble around him. Logan told everyone he needed five while Shiv rushed after him. Roman remained silent, looking guilty as ever.

Not long after, Logan shouted for Roman down the hall, while Shiv pulled you to that exact secluded location from earlier. You were unaware of what occurred until Shiv tells you Roman sent a dick pic to Logan, mistaking it for you.

Your face turns flushed when she asks if you welcomed the photos or had any prior relationship. You knew admitting to hooking up with your boss could get you terminated or turn you into a cautionary tale, “No, uh, Roman and I’s relationship is strictly professional. He has some quirks, but we all do,” you tried to sell your lie with a half-assed smile. You understood Shiv was attempting to manipulate you and abuse your vulnerability.

The meeting adjourned, and Logan called you into the room with Roman for questioning. In all honesty, no one cared if you two were hooking up. Kerry and Logan were. It was more about the secrecy, and Roman sending a dick pic to his dad. You and Roman refuse to sit next to each other, causing you guys to sit at the opposite end of the desk, Logan at the head across from you two. You feared losing your job, while Roman feared losing his dad’s attention. The whole discussion was a shitshow; Roman defended himself with, “Why have an assistant I can’t fuck?”

At the end of it, before Logan told us to "Fuck off," you had to sign a release stating to report Roman if he continued anymore unsolicited messages. Before going your individual ways outside the Waystar building, Roman turned to you and kissed your head, “I knew I could make them sign off on GoJo,” he said with a smile. Discrediting the 20-minute lecture he just endured. Or the fact you two were supposed to be a secret. Both of your drivers arrived. Before going inside, Roman shouted, “Guess you have to see me tonight then,” with a dopey smile. You smiled back, rolling your eyes at his comment. You both went into your respective cars, knowing later that night, you two weren’t going to have sex.

[beebeetheclown]

friends, followers, readers, dudes, freaks, Kendall whores… I might be back into my writing era??? But a different approach. Unfortunately I still don’t think I’ll ever be able to write the romantic fanfic stuff anymore, but I cooked up an idea so good in my head I might have to do it.

It’s been something I’ve been wanting to do for so long now but could never get a good enough plot. I might write a Succession x White Lotus fic. Post succ s4. It’s gonna be messy, sexy, fruity.. all the good juice lmao. It’ll just be succ characters and then made up fiction characters who work or are staying at a White Lotus hotel, no actual white lotus show characters involved.

but idkk.. should I write it? Like who would read it?

[vero1shere]

spring breakers! chapter one

pairing: roman roy x fem!oc

word count: 3k

summary: Marla Carranza, despite being a board member, hasn't talked to the Roys in years. This changes the minute a very desperate Kendall Roy calls her.

warnings: i recommend you read the prologue first, foul language, main character is a bad person, lots of sexual commentary from roman, logan roy staring...

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Stewy’s whistle was low, appreciative, and just a little smug. “Marla Carranza.” His eyes flicked down the length of her dress before he leaned in for a hug, the scent of expensive cologne clinging to him. “Kendall told me you were coming, but I didn’t believe him at all.”

Marla was wearing a dark grayish blue dress with a V-neckline that showed off just the right amount of cleavage. She’d gotten real pretty for this. Her first time seeing the family after such a long time, she had to leave a great impression. 

Marla let out a soft laugh, taking a slow sip of her champagne. “Yeah, honestly, I’m still surprised I accepted his… uh, invite.” 

“Ah, see, that’s what I love about you, Marla. Always full of bad decisions.” His grin was sharp, teasing, but there was an undercurrent of something else, something closer to curiosity.

Marla and Stewy had met during her internship at Waystar, when she became friends with Kendall, which entailed her partying every weekend at different high-end bars and clubs. 

Stewy and Marla hit it off immediately. Stewy was a flirty guy, and there was nothing Marla found more fun than being able to flirt back without consequences. Of course, they did date for a while but it was nothing really serious. They both knew that.

She raised a brow. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“Absolutely.”

The two of them stood at the edge of the gala, away from the cameras, the polished floor glinting beneath the chandeliers. The room was buzzing with business talk. On the opposite corner of the room, Marla recognised Connor, who appeared to be yelling at a server, clearly stressed out. She’d never really connected with him like she’d done with the rest of the Roys, mainly due to him being sort of an outsider inside both the family and the company. And what benefit would Marla obtain from buddying up with the interloper? Marla was always thinking about the benefit. 

Stewy followed her gaze, scoffing softly. “Poor guy. Always trying so hard to be relevant.”

Marla huffed a quiet laugh, though she couldn’t entirely disagree. Before she could say anything, she felt his eyes shift back to her, assessing. “You’re not like him,” he said, voice lower now, more deliberate. Like he’d been waiting for an opening. Like she was the most interesting thing in the room.

“I’m not so sure.” Marla turned her eyes back over to Stewy. “One might say I’m just as desperate for relevancy as Connor Roy is.”

Stewy shrugged. “At least you aren’t so obvious with it.” he swirled his drink. “So… you working for Logan now?”

Marla’s lips quirked into a knowing smile. “What makes you say that?”

“Because only people who work for Logan voluntarily walk into these fucking shark-infested waters.” His gaze sharpened. “And you don’t strike me as someone who came here just for the champagne.”

Marla held his stare, unblinking. “Maybe I just missed the family.”

That earned a quiet chuckle. “Right. And I’m here for the charity.” He tilted his head, assessing her like she was a stock on the rise. “So what’s your angle?”

She smirked. “I think I might just be trying too hard to be relevant.”

Stewy chuckled softly before leaning in just slightly. “I’ll say this, Marla—whatever you’re up to, you better be damn sure it’s worth it.”

There was no warning in his voice, just amusement, the kind that came from watching someone step into the lion’s den on purpose.

Marla just smiled, lifting her glass in an unbothered toast. “Cheers to bad decisions, then.”

Their glasses clinked, but before either could say another word, Stewy’s gaze flicked over her shoulder. His smirk widened, just a little.

“Well, well. Looks like you’ve got company.”

Marla turned just in time to see Shiv Roy approaching, alone. Behind her, Marla could grasp the image of her husband, whom she had only met in pictures, staring at Shiv’s back. 

Stewy exhaled, already taking a step back. “And that’s my cue to leave.”

“Coward,” Marla muttered.

“Strategist,” he corrected with a wink before slipping away, leaving her alone with Shiv.

And just like that, the air shifted.

Effortlessly poised, champagne flute in hand, she moved with the kind of confidence that came from knowing she was the smartest person in the room, or at least believing she was. The moment Marla locked eyes with her, it became clear: this wasn’t just a casual hello.

Marla straightened her posture, letting a slow smile curve her lips. “Why, hello Shiv.”

Shiv’s red lips parted into something that resembled a smile, but there was a sharpness to it. “Marla. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Didn’t expect to be here,” Marla replied easily, taking a sip of her drink. “But you know how it is, free booze, good lighting, rich men being miserable. Hard to say no.”

Shiv hummed, tilting her head slightly. “Right. And what exactly are you doing here?”

Straight to the point. Marla almost laughed. “Oh well, you know…” Marla played with the bracelet laying on her wrist. The situation made her nervous. She had always been intimidated by Shiv, even when they’d been best friends. “Wanted to see the um… new steps of the company. I am a board member after all.”

Shiv’s gaze flickered over her, quick and assessing. Sizing her up. Then, as if remembering something, she let out a soft chuckle. “God. Kendall must be feeling sentimental.”

Marla’s brows furrowed. “Is that what you think this is?”

“Isn’t it?” Shiv countered smoothly. “You show up after, what? Years? And suddenly, you’re sitting at his table, looking…” Her eyes swept over Marla’s dress, a flicker of something unreadable in her expression. “…expensive.”

Marla smiled, unbothered. “Oh but I always look like this. Don’t you remember Shivvy?”

Shiv’s lips pressed together, amusement barely masking the tension beneath. For a second, she looked like she might push further, ask more, dig deeper. And for a moment, Marla thought she might actually say something real.

After all, this was Shiv. Her Shiv. The girl she used to share cigarettes with outside of shitty college parties, both of them cackling about which idiot was going to fail the next exam. The one she stayed up with in their dorm, ranting about boys and family and futures that were supposed to be theirs for the taking.

But that was a long time ago.

And now, here they were, talking like strangers with knives behind their backs.

“I should go find Tom.” Shiv finally let her gaze move from Marla’s eyes, hesitating before doing so, something unspoken in her expression. “But it was… uh, nice seeing you Marla.”

“Nice seeing you too.” Marla had turned back to the table, taking out her phone before she suddenly overheard Kendall’s voice from behind her.

“Hey Shiv.”

“Nice work, bro.”

Marla barely turned her head as Kendall slid into view, noticing how Shiv’s lips were already curling into a smirk.

Kendall blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”

Shiv took a slow sip of her drink, nudging towards the blonde girl sitting at the same table as Marla. “Fucking the talent.”

Kendall’s face barely shifted, but something in his posture stiffened. “Hey, come on.”

“No, it’s okay,” Shiv continued, voice light but razor-sharp. “You’re fucking ATN. ATN is fucking me. It’s a little clusterfuck.”

Marla watched Kendall’s jaw tighten. 

“But hey! Marla is here too! Maybe you can turn it into a threesome.” Shiv winked at him, but before he could respond, she was already turning away, leaving him standing there like a misplaced chess piece.

He exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face before his eyes finally landed on Marla.

“Marla,” he said, slow and careful, like he was testing the weight of her name after all these years.

Marla tilted her head, her smirk softening just a fraction. “Kendall.”

A beat of silence. He blinked, almost like he didn’t believe she was real.

“You…” He exhaled, shaking his head. “Holy shit. You’re actually here.”

Marla let out a soft chuckle, swirling the champagne in her glass. “Yeah well, you practically begged me to make an appearance tonight.”

“Yeah.” Kendall laughed. “I did… uh, have you met my date?” He pointed towards the blonde girl that Shiv had referred to just a moment ago. 

“Anna Newman.” Her voice was sweet, but she seemed bored. She extended her hand and Marla took it, a sympathetic smile on her face. 

“Marla Carranza.”

“Have you… uh, been having a good time?” Kendall directed the question towards Anna, sitting down as he did so. 

“Yeah. Uh… It’s been lovely.” She displayed what was clearly a fake smile on her face. “Thanks.”

“I’m glad.” Kendall turned around to look at Marla now. “So… how are you, uh, feeling about Tuesday?”

“I already told you. I’m fully team Kenny.”

“Yeah, no, I know. It’s just I’ve… I’m a little bit nervous about this whole thing.”

“Rightfully so. You’re kinda going to murder your dad.”

Kendall’s smile grew. “Hey, don’t say that.” Marla simply hummed as an answer. 

Before Marla could answer, Connor suddenly appeared, his energy frayed at the edges, lowering himself to Kendall’s height. "Hey, uh, Ken? Need to talk."

Kendall barely looked at him. "Yeah, what’s up?"

“Wait, Marla? How have things been going?” Marla wished Connor hadn’t realised she was there. This many reencounters in a night were giving her a headache.

“It’s been good.”

“So sorry about the butter.” Connor turned his attention back over to Kendall, leaving Marla confused and with no space to ask what was wrong with the butter. “Yeah so, apparently dad’s going to be doing the speech now, so late change of plans, I hope that’s cool.”

Kendall stood up in surprise, blinking. 

“What?”

“Well, yeah, he just said. I guess that put a spoke in quite a few wheels, huh?”

“Con. Con.” Kendall’s voice was laced with worry as he stopped Connor from leaving. “He’s in no fit state.” “Gotta go backstage.” Connor touched his shoulder before leaving, Kendall following after him.

Marla barely had a second to process Kendall’s abrupt exit before a voice cut in from her right, dry and unmistakably amused.

“Holy shit. It’s alive.”

She didn’t need to turn to know who it was.

He dropped into the chair beside her like he owned it, all loose limbs and careless confidence, eyeing her over the rim of his drink.

“Did they roll out a red carpet for you, or did you just claw your way back in? Either way, congrats. You’re like a very sexy cockroach.”

Marla let out a slow breath, turning toward him at last. Roman looked the same, somehow both sharp and disheveled, suit slightly wrinkled like he’d just rolled out of someone else’s bed.

Her lips quirked. “That was almost a compliment.”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot to add the part where I’m deeply, profoundly unsettled by your presence.” He gestured vaguely at her dress. “But you do look… hot, so at least there’s that.”

Marla rolled her eyes, lifting her glass in mock gratitude. “Gee, thanks, Rome.”

He smirked. “Mm. That’s what I do. Boost female confidence. I’m basically the Gloria Steinem of billionaire failsons.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “Where’s your date? Assuming you have one.”

Roman clicked his tongue, glancing briefly at the crowd. “Oh, she was here. You just missed her.”

His tone was deliberately vague, leaving room for interpretation. 

Marla raised a brow. “Uh-huh. Did she happen to be… a real person?”

“Define real.” He grinned. “Like, did she have a pulse? Was she tax-paying? Did she have a deep and meaningful relationship with her father? Some of those answers are yes.”

Marla smirked, leaning in slightly. “So, translation: you scared her off.”

“I did not.” Roman’s hand fluttered to his chest in mock offense. 

“Let me guess, she just had an urgent appointment? With a car? Going far away from you?” He shrugged. “Classic.”

“Are you projecting right now?” Roman cocked his head, eyes glinting. “What’s your deal here? You back for good? Or just here to haunt us like some terribly-fuckable poltergeist?”

Marla took a slow sip of her drink. “Why? You worried?”

Roman grinned. “Worried? No. Turned on? Only in a deeply concerning, self-loathing kind of way.”

Marla exhaled a short laugh, her gaze steady. Roman was always like this, always pushing, always performing. But there was something in his eyes, beneath the smirk, that was watching her just as closely.

She set her glass down with a soft clink. “So, is this the part where you pretend you didn’t miss me?”

Roman made a face, feigning horror. “Oh God, was I supposed to? Shit. No one gave me the memo.” He leaned in, dropping his voice to a low stage whisper. “Wait, do you want me to say I did? Will that make you feel all warm and gooey inside?”

Marla hummed, tilting her head as if considering it. “I think I’d rather watch you squirm.”

Roman barked out a laugh. “Mar, please. If I could be rattled by you, I’d be dead already.”

She arched a brow. “Mmm. Keep telling yourself that.”

His grin twitched, just barely, like she’d brushed against something real. But then he was back on the offense, tilting his head, studying her with faux curiosity.

“So, then. Who lured you out of exile? Kenny?” His smirk widened. “Wait, no. You’re too smart for that. Shiv, then? Or…” his eyes flickered with amusement, “dear old dad?”

There it was. The real test.

Marla didn’t flinch. Instead, she smiled, slow and sharp. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Roman clicked his tongue, mock-disappointed. “Oof. That’s such a Shiv answer.” He gave her a once-over. “You two been trading notes? I saw you talking to her just minutes before.”

“Are you stalking me Rome?” If he would tease, you could tease back. “Are you jealous that I didn’t run immediately towards you?” Her words were biting, mocking him in a fake sadness. 

Roman clutched his chest. “Christ, Marla, do you want me to cry? Because I will. Right here. Full meltdown.”

She pretended to consider. “Would be entertaining.”

Roman pointed at her. “See, now that? That’s the kind of passive-aggressive ex-girlfriend energy I live for.”

Marla just took a sip of her drink, unbothered. “We never dated.”

“Oh, we so did.”

“No, we didn’t.”

“Okay, yeah, maybe not in the ��we are boyfriend and girlfriend and we fuck’ sense, but, like…” He made a vague, circular motion with his drink. “We did things. We were things.”

Marla’s smile turned sharp. “Yeah, the things were...”

“Hey.” Kendall slipped back into his seat beside her, his expression tight, his energy off. He barely acknowledged them, eyes fixed ahead. Whatever conversation he’d just had, it hadn’t gone his way.

“Well, what happened to you, my dear brother?” Roman’s tone was, as most of the time, mocking.

“Business mogul. Philanthropist.” A guy had stood up in the center of the stage, excusing Kendall out of answering. “And the man whose name is at the top of my checks.”

“Seems like it’s time for your daddy’s speech” 

“Ew don’t call him my daddy.” Roman pretended to gag. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is my profound pleasure to introduce to you on this most auspicious occasion…”

Roman let out a loud mocking yawn as the guy kept talking. 

“... the man, the legend: Logan Roy.”

“Wait, was it not supposed to be Kenny?” Roman finally sat down correctly, seemingly interested now.

“Do you care?” 

Roman tilted his head, considering her question. “I mean… not really. But I do love a good family betrayal. It’s like porn for me.”

Marla’s gaze drifted back to the stage, ignoring Roman’s comment as Logan took his place.

The applause was immediate, obedient.

Logan stood tall, his presence swallowing the room whole. Even the clinking of glasses quieted.

“Alright,” he said, tone clipped. “Let’s get on with it.”

A small chuckle rippled through the crowd, the kind that came from people desperate to be in on the joke. 

“Some personal news,” Logan went on, voice steady, measured. “Seems someone took advantage of me being in the hospital… to propose…”

At this point Logan was staring directly at Kendall, clearly taking a jab at him.

“To my daughter.”

A slight pause. A murmur in the crowd.

“So I’d like to take this opportunity to welcome her fiancé, Tom Wambsgans, to the family.” Logan’s eyes found Tom in the crowd, holding him there for a beat too long. “Welcome to the family, Tom.”

Polite applause. The sound of it made Marla’s teeth clench. 

Logan continued, shifting gears without missing a beat and Marla disassociated, moving in her chair to look at Shiv and her husband, who seemed even more uncomfortable than Kendall. “It’s so, so important that children are supported and encouraged.” His voice took on an almost thoughtful lilt. “Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for my children.”

Marla turned her head back at him, just slightly. And that’s when she caught it.

Logan’s eyes, cutting through the crowd, landing directly on her.

It was brief. A flicker. A fraction of a second too long to be accidental.

Then he moved on, as if she were nothing.

Marla’s fingers tightened around her glass.

Roman, watching her, let out a low chuckle. “Wow. That was something.”

Marla’s expression didn’t waver. “Was it?”

“Oh, definitely.” Roman tilted his head, eyes gleaming. “What do you think it meant?”

Marla did not know what Logan’s stare meant. Was it even important? Was it a hello? A ‘fuck you’? Or just some good old-fashioned ‘I see you, and I own you’ Roy-family mind games? 

It didn’t really matter, what was important was how she felt about it. 

And Marla liked it.

She didn’t care if it meant that Logan hated her. All she cared about was the fact that he had noticed. That she was important. 

Marla set down her drink with careful precision. “If you have to ask, you’ll never know.”

Roman let out a soft whistle, amused. “You really haven’t lost your touch.”

She turned, fully toward him now, resting her elbow on the table. “And you? Same old Roman? Still playing fool while the kingdom burns?”

He grinned, unfazed. “What can I say? I know my strengths.”

She studied him for a beat. “And your weaknesses?”

Roman’s smirk faltered—just for a second.

But Marla caught it.

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Gravity

(A Lukas Matsson Fanfic)

Warnings: the Roys being assholes; no smut in this until a further chapter

Chapter One

You were the baby Roy. You were another child between Logan and Caroline after they divorced. It was one night of relapse that led to you. You were only twenty-three as Kendall was turning forty.

It was hard being so much younger than your siblings. You grew up mostly alone considering your siblings were grown and moved out by the time you were old enough to make many memories. You were closest to Shiv just because of the closer age but even then you were apart. An ocean apart.

Shiv didn't really have any use for you. Shiv was concerned with being daddy's favorite just as all the rest of them (except Connor) which meant you were left alone. Even your parents ignored you.

Caroline went back to England and Logan was too concerned with the company. Plus, Logan had three successors before you. He didn't have any concern for you. Not really. But still he always liked to pull you back into his web just like everyone else. And of course you let him swallow you back up into the web because you were so starved for affection. It was pathetic.

But as of now, he had no use for you. As of now, you were the Roy that had dropped out of business school only a year ago (shortly after the wedding Shiv had). No one knew why except your father and he had shipped you off to Uncle Ewan, not wanting to deal with you, to live in the country.

It was peaceful. You liked it up there with no one to bother you, out in the country, and you felt like you could breathe. And your father contacted you a few times but phone calls never lasted more than a few minutes. It was almost like he didn't know how to deal with you (which he didn't) because he didn't want to broach the subject of what happened a year ago so he simply ignored it. It allowed you to ignore it, too. Almost.

But today you were going back to New York City. Kendall was having his birthday and you would not miss it. You hadn't missed a single one of your siblings' birthdays just on the off chance they might for once notice you, acknowledge you, have need of you. But they had not. It didn't mean you wouldn't continue to try.

So here you were. At his very weird birthday party where the entrance was their mother's vagina. Your eyes had never been so wide. Despite that shock, you continued on. You asked around for Kendall until you came to the tree house.

You smiled prettily, politely, at the security as you asked them to tell you where Kendall was. If they could please make an exception. And they did. You were surprised as you were led through the tree house and right to Kendall. You smiled again at the guard with the soft words of thank you on your lips. The guard was starstruck as he nodded.

The look went unnoticed by you, too blind, too innocent, as you walked forward happily towards your big brother, "Kendall!"

He had been talking to someone but you didn't much care. You were happy to see him. He blinked as he paused in whatever he was saying to stare at you in surprise.

"El?" he questioned.

He had stood and you had immediately hugged him, wrapping him in a tight hug, hoping he wouldn't let go as you smiled so brightly, "Happy birthday!"

Kendall peeled you off of him like you were an unwanted leper which the guest he was with noticed. And he noticed how your smile fell a bit as Kendall did so.

"Thanks, El, but I'm kind of busy right now," Kendall said.

"Oh," your eyes glanced at the blonde guest that you had no idea who he was but you thought he looked rather handsome before you directed your gaze back to Kendall.

"Wait, how did you even get in here?"

You smiled brightly again, "Your security let me in. He was nice."

You didn't notice the guest smile in amusement.

"He let..." Kendall blinked before he sighed. "Look, El. Thanks. Really. But..."

"It's cool," the mystery man that hadn't taken his eyes off you spoke and you noticed he had a Swedish accent. "She can stay."

"Alright. El, this is Lukas," Kendall introduced.

You smiled shyly with a small Hi but even with the small smile your dimples were on full display. You had always been shy at first but once you got to know someone you were sure to never let them go.

Lukas thought you were cute. Adorable. An easy target. He wanted you in his bed.

Kendall kind of pulled you to sit next to him as he talked to Lukas. You didn't listen. You never cared about business talk. You also had a habit of tuning out randomly and dissociating from reality.

"You gonna be okay, El?" Kendall squeezed her shoulder.

"What?" you were confused; he was already leaving you.

"Gotta mingle, El," he chuckled.

"Yeah. I'll be okay," you said and then he was gone, leaving you.

You sighed sadly and Lukas commented, "I didn't know my company could be such a buzzkill."

"Oh," you had almost forgotten he was there. "It's not you."

"I know."

"El?" He questioned.

"Ella," you informed him.

"Ella?" he grinned. "Like the fucking princess?"

"Well," you smiled shyly. "I get treated like one."

"I bet you do," he licked his lips and he stared at you intensely which made your cheeks redden.

Lukas raked his eyes over your frame. You wore a ponytail and your outfit consisted of a turtle-neck sweater tucked into high-waist jeans. But everything was skin-tight on you, letting him see all your curves. You were small with the tiniest waist. But your breasts were large for someone so tiny. He wanted you.

"Do you want to get a drink?" he asked.

You nodded and you both stood up together. For the first time, you noticed how tall he was. Your eyes widened as you blurted out, "You're really tall."

He grinned, "You're really tiny."

You blushed a bit as they headed towards the bar. He was like a giant behind you as he placed a hand on the small of your back while they walked to the bar.

You ordered a mimosa. You had never really liked anything besides mixed drinks that lessened the taste of alcohol. Alcohol was new to you and you had never been one to really misbehave so the instances of you drinking alcohol were few and far between.

He had ordered another beer and the two of you stayed at the bar. His hand didn't move from the small of your back. In fact, his finger was lazily drawing shapes on your back. You didn't tell him to stop. It felt nice. You wouldn't admit that you were touch-starved.

"So, did my brother have some business with you or something?" you asked, cluelessly.

"You weren't listening?"

"It's rude to eavesdrop," you pouted as you shook your head.

"So it is," he grinned before he leaned in close, too close as he spoke. "I have business with your father."

"So what does my father want from you?" you turned towards him and although you had short legs, he did not. Your knees kept brushing.

"My company," He ever so discreetly prodded a knee to slot between your legs. He seemed so calm while internally your heart was racing and a blush crept up your cheeks warm, hot, and blazing.

You put your half-empty drink down, deciding it would only make your cheeks even more red. You had turned your head away from him, too afraid to look, trying to hide your very red cheeks.

You didn't expect him to lean in to whisper into your ear, his breath fanning out across your neck, "Do you want to get out of here?"

"And go where?" you asked curiously.

"Back to my place."

"To do what?" you peeked at him.

"I have trouble sleeping," his suggestive grin grew. "And I think you could help me."

"Like you can't sleep without someone laying next to you?"

He blinked at you. Were you serious? Did you really not know what he was referring to? And the answer was yes, you did not know.

"You should get a dog," you suggested.

"What?"

"A dog. If you need someone to sleep beside you, a dog could fix it," she informed. "I always wanted a dog. I had one once. Hid him in my room for a week before anyone noticed. Then he got out of my room and peed on the carpet. My dad was...mad. I cried and pleaded but...my dad got rid of him."

"It took him a week to notice?"

"Well...yes," you admitted.

He shook his head at the absurdity. How could someone so beautiful be ignored? It did not make any sense.

"Do you want another dog?" he asked before he joked. "I'm sure your brother has one stashed around here somewhere in this fucking monstrosity."

You giggled and it was like music to his fucking ears before you spoke, "This whole thing really is bad, isn't it?"

"Yeah."

And the night went on with them talking. Well, mostly you talked and he listened as you drank more. And his knee would inch closer to you between your legs but you were convinced that he did not know what he was doing. You chose to play it cool and ignore it even though you were hyperaware of his every movement. And his fingers still drew patterns on your back as you sat beside him making you lean into his touch slightly. You liked it. You liked him.

Your lips formed a dazed smile. You were a lightweight and alcohol made you really happy. Your eyes were droopy, though. Your mind would crash later.

You mumbled with that intoxicated smile, "You're nice."

"Am I?" he smirked a bit.

"Yeah," you smiled before frowning a bit. "No one ever listens to me."

"With such a pretty fucking voice?" he raised his eyebrows.

She giggled, "No one's ever said that to me."

"No?"

"No," she confessed as she bit her lip and you looked away in thought.

His crystal blue eyes were intently focused on you now. On your lips but you didn't notice. But then the two of you were interrupted by your brother, Roman.

You had jumped up at the sight of him and happily hugged him, "Roman!"

"Oh. Wow. So you're in town. Great," he patted your back awkwardly. "Welcome back."

Roman removed himself from your hold and immediately took your seat you had left as he talked to Lukas, "So there you are. Hiding from me like a human VPN and getting cozy with my sister, uh?"

Lukas stared at him coldly as he took a sip of his beer, "Yeah. We're comfortable."

"Not so comfortable now obviously," his tone was clipped and annoyed as Lukas turned his eyesight back to you.

You looked dejected. You stood there and realized you had nowhere to sit now that Roman took your chair. You sighed and he leaned in, whispering as he offered, "You want to sit in my lap?"

"You wouldn't mind?" you chewed on your lip in consideration. You didn't want to be a burden as that was all you ever were.

"No," he grinned a bit before he grabbed you by placing his hands on your waist and lifting you easily to sit on his lap. You situated yourself to sit comfortably, not realizing it caused a dilemma as Lukas inhaled deeply once your ass brushed slightly against his crotch.

"Thanks," you muttered sweetly as you turned your head slightly to look at him. He nodded his head.

"Look, you can totally be 'comfortable' with my sister later," Roman said with air quotes around comfortable. You squinted your eyes at the meaning of that.

"Can I?" Lukas grinned.

"Yeah. Whatever," Roman shrugged.

"What are you trying to say?" you didn't understand. "We're friends or...we're going to be. Of course, we're comfortable."

Lukas couldn't help but grin softly. Roman rolled his eyes, "Do you ever realize how dumb you are?"

You gained a hurt look in your eyes as you pouted. Lukas straightened in his seat and his tone was cold, "Let's not insult your sister, ja?"

"Yeah. Sure..."

And Roman started to talk business. You tuned out of whatever they were saying. You didn't notice Lukas started to play with the ends of your hair, twirling it around his fingers, as he barely listened to your brother.

His other hand was on the edge of the bar and you grabbed it. You played with his fingers in your lap before tracing the lines of his palm. You giggled a bit at the fact that he had no love line. No love for Lukas, you made a joke in your head.

Lukas was gazing at you intently, trying to figure out what you were thinking. You were a complete mystery to him and far from boring.

"If she's apart of the deal in some capacity, will you consider it?" Roman asked.

"You can tell your father I'll be apart of the conversation," Lukas said, wanting to get him to leave.

"Great. I'll take that," Roman smiled like he won the lottery and he got up to leave. "El."

You tuned back in and Roman was giving you a look, telling you he wanted to talk. As he started to leave, you got up to follow.

"It was nice to meet you," you smiled politely at Lukas before leaning in and giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

He grinned, "We'll meet again."

His look was intense and you blushed, nodding, before you scurried off after Roman. Roman grabbed your arm once you caught up and pulled you into a more private area.

"I didn't know you could play dirty, little sis," Roman said.

"What are you talking about, Roman?"

"Come on. You show up and suddenly Matsson is all over you. Were you gonna blow him tonight to get the deal and become Daddy's favorite? Or were you just gonna let him ass-fuck you in that chair?"

"I-What? Roman, ew," you blinked in confusion. "What is wrong with you? I just met him."

Your nose scrunched at the thought and Roman rolled his eyes, "Oh, yeah. I forgot. There is no such thing as fucking a stranger and absolutely no one does that ever."

"Well, I. Do. Not," you clarified.

"What? You didn't think about his dick at all while you were sitting on it? Don't be such a prude," Roman said. "Now, go back to Matsson. Tell him you'll fuck him if he takes the deal. Tell him I sent you."

You stared at him in disbelief and shook your head, "Roman, I am not a sex toy that can be bought and sold. I'm your sister."

"Yeah, so do your big brother a favor and take him home. He was giving you fuck me eyes the whole time. He'll be overjoyed."

"He was not giving me...eyes," you were flustered. "He was just being nice since you were so rude."

"Wait," he smiled. "You actually believe that?"

You were silent and he started to laugh. You huffed before storming past him, planning to leave, with your cheeks feeling like they were on fire. And you still did not believe what Roman was suggesting.

AN: I have more chapters on Wattpad currently by the way

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Obedient Chapter 8

roman roy x fem! reader

Summary: The retreat dinner started as Logan's game plan was set into place. Jealousy and envy towards the others began to set in, ruining what Logan had been trying to set up for such a long time.

TW: Veganism, Logan Roy, Connor was interested in politics at an early age

Word Count: 4.6K

Notes: I had to put this chapter up as soon as I finished it.

Chapter 8: Connor Roy was interested in politics at a very young age

Logan sent everyone out of the room. Dinner was about to be set up as they had just finished cooking all the dishes. Everyone found their seats at the table. Roman sat with you, Jess sitting on your other side while Kendall was right across from Naomi, Shiv on Kendall’s side. You were close enough to start a conversation with Nan as was Shiv. Nan came out with a large turkey, setting it on the table as if she had anything to do with preparing it. She set it down before starting her speech to only make Naomi make her own little speech. Once they finished speaking, everyone around the table clapped, you following their lead. Roman rolled his eyes, exaggerating his feelings towards it. It was the purest form of pretension. You lightly kicked Roman under the table.

Jess leaned over to you, whispering. “See, I told you it was gonna get worse.” She let out a light chuckle before putting her napkin in her lap.

Kendall leaned towards Naomi and began to congratulate her speech. Instant sparks began between the two of them. You watched impressed before ignoring them for Roman and Jess. Everyone went back to their own stupid conversations before. Before you knew it, Roman got into a conversation that he seemed to get stuck in with his stupid jokes. He was asked about books, lying that he could even read in the first place. “Can you recommend anything?” He asked. Roman tried to come up with something but was also trying not to fuck with this guy even more than he was before. “Oh, didn’t you tell me to read that classic novel, uh fuck- what was it?” You jumped in to save him as you tried to think of a book you had put on the back burner for a bit. Roman looked over, hiding a laugh behind his hands, but acting as if he was just talking to you. You truly were always there for him. “Oh yes! The Pachinko Parlour!” You exclaimed. “Roman doesn’t wanna spoil it for me though. I like to experience them as I read.” You made an excuse for Roman not to go on.

“Oh yea, I’ve read it like 3 separate times. I’m actually giving her my copy. Uh- but what’s your memoir mostly on?” He asked as if he gave a single fuck about the memoir.

“Well, I’m kind of interested though. What is that book about Rome?” Shiv tried to embarrass Roman at the table. “Yeah, who’s the author?” A woman apart of Nan’s family asked as she tried to pull it up. “Can you spell it?” She questioned.

Roman tried to struggle with the concept, even forgetting the name of the book. Logan watched carefully, annoyed that Shiv would even do this. This was not the time to embarrass one another. Logan observed everyone to make sure they weren’t messing up the deal.

“Oh come on, I really don’t want this spoiled.” You tried to help Roman out. Jess decided to help out either, looking the book up and sending a text to Roman. He looked at his phone quickly, finally able to even answer a few questions.

“It’s fine. Uh- so- it is about…” Roman dragged out his sentence. “It’s kind of about this woman teaching a girl French.” He simplified it. He didn’t have a lot of time to read everything Jess had texted him.

“That’s it?” Shiv continued, a smirk appearing on her lips as she leaned down to sip soup off her spoon. You decided not to eat the soup. You didn’t know what kind of broth was in it.

“Well-uh no Shiv. It’s just kind of them, just- uh- well she sees her as a mom and it’s about identity and fucking war and stuff.” He was struggling. It was painful to watch. “It’s mostly about her family.” He tried to recover from whatever Shiv had set him up for.

“Alright, let’s not spoil it any longer for me now.” You cheerfully smiled at everyone. “So uh- what about you? Have anything you could recommend me? I’m mostly into classics or just anything devastating honestly.” You tried to take the spotlight from Roman.

He felt like a loser around everyone. It was almost as if he was a kid again being made fun of for saying something annoying. He felt such a deep shame overcome him.

“Why aren’t you eating, my love? Something wrong with it?” Nan took notice. You looked over and shook your head no. “No-it’s not that it’s just-uh I don’t eat meat.” You reassured her. She sat back and looked confused. It was just soup. “It’s just- I don’t eat any animal products and I wasn’t sure if it was uh- bone broth or something.” You tried to explain. She nodded slowly as she tried to find a solution to the issue. “It’s fine though. Please don’t worry.” You smiled, putting your hands over your heart.

“No-no. It’s fine. One of my daughters’ children is vegan. I’ll make sure with the staff of that fact.” She commented before asking a staff member to make sure what was in the food. She told Nan about some of the courses that were going to come out later that would be okay for me. They nodded to each other as your plate was taken away.

“I fucking knew you were a grass eater.” Roman snickered. “I can’t believe you would like to me like that.” He pressed. Finally the spotlight was off of him and no one was paying him any mind anymore. You were the freak at the table that can’t eat most of the food that was prepared.

A conversation started between Nan and Logan about politics and their network thanks to Shiv admitting she was happy to be leaving politics to work with the company now. They tried to shift some blame to Tom, as Tom was always pinned as some kind of scapegoat for anything Waystar did wrong. Kendall tried to rebuttal in the argument and make Waystar look better. Shiv wasn’t making this better though. Nan felt offended before looking over at you. You wanted to but in and say your opinions, but knew they didn’t align with the companies. “Anything you need to get off your chest?” Nan asked you. You shrugged before finally deciding to get into the conversation. “Well-uh, I agree with Logan that at Waystar we’re allowed our own opinions. I mean he hired whoever has the ability to interview and do journalism at ATN, no matter their political party. I mean, I don’t personally agree with anything ATN says, but that’s my own views.” You shrugged, sipping onto your champagne.

“And what exactly are your views?” Naomi asked, leaning in. She wanted to hear more from you. “Oh. I guess, I would consider myself a Marxist. I think money is just- it’s a concept we created.” You started before Nan cut you off to agree. She went on about it and spoke the evils of it and went by talking about what actually mattered. But Tom came in and shared that his view was money mattered since he had to pay things with it.

“Yeah, but Tom, do you think that’s all that has to do with who we are? For example, as Nan said virtue and integrity is what do matter at the end of the day. If we don’t have our morals, what’s going to happen when the planet dies, and you guys don’t have money to buy your ways out of it?” You tried to hit back at him. Nan agreed with you as did Naomi. It seemed like they thought you were the only one in the company who actually had some kind of insight. Shiv saw this and jumped in and dismissed her husband’s argument. Which only ended a small and petty lovers’ quarrel. Jess had to step in and settle it. “I think that we have our own lived experiences that create our perception of money and how the world actually works. But regardless, it’s what makes Waystar so brilliant. I mean look at Shiv and Tom, two completely opposite opinions, yet so deeply in love. I mean you should’ve seen their wedding. It was beautiful.” Jess tried to remove the conversation from something so hostile to something sweet. Jess was always the peacekeeper. She always tried to minimize any arguments and didn’t ever pick sides. But it mostly to keep Logan happy. If she was actually allowed to tell everyone what she thought, she’d tell Tom to go back to whatever cheese state he was from and remember what it was like before marrying Shiv. But the topic of Tom’s position came into play. It felt tense. It felt as though everyone sent digs at the Roy’s. Everyone insulted the siblings. It apparently was enough for Tom and Shiv to excuse themselves. “Do you think they’re gonna fight or…well that’s all they ever do.” Jess whispered to you. You laughed quietly.

Apparently, Jess was wrong. Tom had to calm her nerves since she went into full panic.

Kendall excused himself later too, Naomi taking notice. Kendall had gone into the bathroom to sniff the coin bag of coke in his pocket.

God, this dinner felt like a massive mistake. The only thing saving this was Jess and you, since you were both neutral.

But you spoke too soon apparently because one of Nan’s family members began to target you. “So who are you related to in this table?” He asked. “You both don’t seem very… y’know.” He pointed to you and Jess.

“Oh me and Jess knew each other in college. We both just happen to work at the company too.” You tried to answer.

“Oh? Who got hired first? You both seem so young to be this heavily involved.” It seemed inappropriate to even imply we couldn’t get the job based off of our age.  “You know also if you don’t align with their ideals. Especially the commie.” He pointed towards you.

“Uh- yea. I’ve been working for Kendall for 2 and a half years now.” Jess tried to remove herself, but couldn’t find an exit route. “As what exactly?” He asked. “An assistant.” She clarified.

“Why are two assistants this heavily involved with the company then?” He seemed to act as if we had any rights to speak onto what would happen in the company.

“Well- I had practically told Nan earlier, but they really treat us like family. I think we spend most of our days together really. I mean even the other night both of us and Kendall went out to dinner. And Logan was gracious enough, even a week into me working there, let me in his home and hosted a dinner for me. It’s a little thing they do for people who just get hired.” You lied. Logan caught on and seemed pleased enough. “But no one knew you didn’t eat meat products?” He seemed to caught on to your lies.

“No, but it was like a dinner like this. I just picked whatever I could.” You tried to explain.  

“Just leave the poor girl alone, you’re making her uncomfortable.” Nan scolded him.

But the conversation of CEO came up after Logan’s eventual step down. It caused concern for the entire family as they anticipated to hear their own name. But Logan refused to even say anything. He just left it up in the air. But Shiv interrupted and asked Logan to admit it was her. Roman looked at Shiv then Logan for confirmation. He had spent weeks preparing for the CEO position because Logan told him he had to. Only to have promised Shiv the same position. It felt as though it had gotten stolen from him. The room was quiet. Nan asked if it was true and Shiv confirmed. “Rome?” You whispered. You rested a hand on his arm, feeling how incredibly tense he was. “My life is fucking over.” He whispered to himself. Logan tried to back pedal, but Shiv wouldn’t let down. Roman felt as though he was going to cry at the table. The dinner was a complete mess. Nan dismissed everyone and Roman couldn’t be more happy for everyone to leave the room. Everyone got up, Roman with his head in his hands as he was in complete disbelief of this new betrayal. “Did you know?” You asked him. But Roman was too shocked and just told you he didn’t.

You guided him out of his chair, putting an arm around him as you made him go outside with everyone for a breathe of air. Jess decided to leave you two be. She felt sorry for Roman. She just hoped it didn’t end with a crash like Kendall. You walked down with him as you tried to have him focus on the view. “Just relax Rome. Maybe he was trying to keep his options open. Y’know, a backup?” you tried to rationalize. He didn’t wanna hear any of it.

“But what the fuck was all of that? As if he couldn’t have that conversation after I fucked up. I mean- just-“ his brain couldn’t grasp with what had happened. He bit his lip and tried to prevent himself from having a meltdown. This entire dinner was an entire shit show. He needed to leave. But he was stuck here. All thanks to Logan. And if he did anything to upset him, he would get blamed for creating the deal to fall apart more than it had already done. “I don’t know Rome, I don’t know. I’m sorry.” You whispered, rubbing his arm. “Can we just fucking go? I wanna go fucking inside.” He was basically shaking. You nodded, leading him back inside. You went into the bedroom he was staying at for the night, setting down on the bed. Roman just grabbed his clothes from his bag that he had packed and went into the bathroom to change. He had been taking a while though. You got up, putting your ear on the door. You couldn’t help but hear sniffling and low murmurs of insults thrown at himself. “Rome? You alright?” You called out before knocking. “Can I come in?” You asked. Roman got up from the bedroom floor as he just seemed to slide down on earlier as his emotions got the best of him. He had tried to hide the fact he was just crying in there, wiping his face before opening the door. But his cheeks were still wet and his eyes were puffy. “Roman..” You sighed, trying to pull him into an embrace, but he shoved past you.

“Do you think they have booze in here?” He asked in a calm tone as if nothing was impacting him. But it wasn’t working. He sounded disappointed. “Fuck- I should’ve known. Dad would’ve never thought of me. I don’t know why the fuck I even- just.” He couldn’t express his emotions. You searched the room for booze before finding a bottle left in a cabinet. Roman took it from you, laying on the couch that sat near the window as he took swigs of it. “What am I even supposed to do?” He asked. He looked up at the ceiling to prevent him to starting to cry again.

“I don’t know Roman, but I’m sure it wasn’t-“ you began to lie. You didn’t think Logan was ever setting him up for CEO. Anyone can see it. Roman was the last choice. Worst case scenario. Even with all the management training In the world. Even with the amount of times he’s been put in the COO position. Roman wasn’t ever meant for CEO in Logans eyes. “I just-fuck Rome- “you breathed out. “I just think- Logan has his options open. Shiv might’ve just taken his suggestion as fact rather than what it was; a suggestion.” You tried to reason.

“But you saw them out there. They constantly tried to insult me to my face. They all know how fucking stupid I am. I even had to have you cover for me.” He had run his fingers through his hair, tightening his grip on it. His breathing was irregular. It was either really fast and uneven or just deep heavy breathes. Roman felt as though there was a giant rock on his chest, and he had to try to catch air before he eventually passed out.

“Rome, you’re not stupid.” Your tone had so much pity in it. He knew it. You saw him as pathetic. Why wouldn’t you? Everyone else did.

“Yes, I am. Don’t act as if you don’t think so. I even fucking know it.” Roman mumbled, taking another drink from the bottle before offering it over to you.

“No Roman. You aren’t. I do think you’re very smart. If you weren’t Logan wouldn’t offer you the position in the first place.” You tried to season with him. You sat down on the floor next to him, trying to reason with him. But the mood was set for the night. “You may not have your siblings’ strengths, but you have our own they can’t compete with.” You laid a hand on his arm. He nodded trying to pay attention to you, but nothing you said made sense to him. His thoughts were getting the best of him.

“No- they’ve all told me before.” Roman tried to explain. He tried to get the words out before giving up. “Can you just fucking drink with me? I don’t wanna be a bigger fucking loser having someone stare at me get drunk.” He raised his voice. You knew he only did so because he was upset. You took the bottle from him and just took a swig. You set it down next to yourself, just knowing if you gave it back, Roman would finish it.

“If it matters, my family use to treat me like the dumb one too.” You opened up. You never really opened up about your issues with your own family. You had cut them off back when you were 16. You left the house as soon as you could and never looked back. Now it was about maybe 7 or 8 years since you’ve spoken to anyone. “They use to really make me feel like shit. Like call me a moron, that I did nothing to contribute to the family, that I was worthless.” You tried to recount everything. “But- I know I’m not that. Because I put myself through college, got good grades and now I work at one of the biggest companies in the world.” You hoped it would cheer him up. But you weren’t sure anything could.

“I’m sorry, I just-.” He mumbled. “I just- fuck- my dad just- I feel like he doesn’t trust me though. I mean- I did everything he asked. And what? Shiv? Really?” He didn’t know how to react to your story. He just knew his life was essentially over. His career would be gone with Shiv there. “I even told Shiv, I never considered CEO and then she tells me I can. For fucking what? So, she can do this to me?” He was questioning out loud. Not even that he was talking to you anymore. More just talking to himself.  “What’d you do? To prove it to them? Do they still-just-.” He tried to ask.

“I mean- we don’t speak.” You cleared your throat. “This is more different though. Roman it has to count that he even offered you. He didn’t even confirm it at the dinner. He might still have you in mind.” You tried to make him think differently.

“Fucking Nan. Old stupid bitch.” He mumbled. You laughed, getting up and sitting on the couch with Roman, moving his feet over.

“Come on, move over…” You tell him.

He grabbed the bottle off of the floor, clinging onto it as he tried to finally feel some kind of buzz. But still nothing.

“I’m sorry that I dragged you here. If I didn’t- maybe- I don’t know. My dad went in on you. I just- “he sighed before passing you over the bottle. You both took turns drinking from it. “I really-I just fucking need you… to be around I guess.” He tried to cover up what he wanted to say. He wanted to tell you that he needed you. Not as in support. But right now. His ego hit a massive wall and he was just hoping if you shared some kind of feeling it’d cheer him up, but he decided against it. He couldn’t ruin this right now. Especially since he did need you to be with him right now. “Hey, no, it’s fine. Nan was nice to me. Your dad wasn’t as harsh as he was to Shiv. He basically insulted her the entire dinner.” You pointed out. He barely acknowledged any of Romans wrong doings the whole night. It must’ve counted for something with Roman. “I mean did you hear half of the things he said to her.”

Roman cracked a smile, nodding. He did realize maybe it wasn’t the end of everything. Shiv might’ve ruined the deal. It could impact her chances of being CEO if she’s willing to spite Logan this much when she knew how important it was.

“You’re really smart Roman.” You reminded him. “Really.” You laid your head on the back of the couch, looking up at him. He looked so sad. You wished you could’ve comforted him a bit better, but it didn’t seem like that’d happen anytime soon.

Roman didn’t want to acknowledge your compliments. He just didn’t believe them. Despite what you said. He looked over at you, looking down and up. His eyes stayed onto your lips a bit too long before finally looking at your eyes. He sighed once again before looking at the window to avoid any thoughts he had about you. He wanted to grab you and finally do what he’s been thinking about for days now. But again, he needed to be professional enough around you. If you didn’t reciprocated feelings it could be the end of the one thing he enjoyed having around him.

“Also what a douchebag that guy was? Did you hear him just straight up call me a commie?” You brought up, your lips curving into a smile, laughing out of confusion of the awkward interaction.

“I think the biggest blow of the night was finding out you were a commie. I mean come on. All vegans like communism.” He started to finally revert back to him.

“You’re not too mad about that, are you? I really like this job; I hope it doesn’t impact my abilities to work now.” You batted your eyes at him, leaning close up to him. Your bottom lip turned into a pout as if you were begging him to reconsider his thoughts. “I don’t know how I feel about some dirt eater working around me honestly.” He joked. His heart began to pick up the pace as you had gotten close to him. He wanted to hold you and finally make that connection. His fantasies began to run wild of everything he’d do with you if he wasn’t so scared of everything he actually wanted to do.

“Okay fine. What if I compromise with you?” you joked. Roman looked at you curious to how you’d even do so. “I don’t know, y/n, what’s done is done. How wont I know you won’t poison my food with that crap?” He asked you.

“How do you know I haven’t?” You smirked.

You still hadn’t moved away. You were still awfully close to him. You tried to reason with him, but his mind was somewhere else. Almost as if he was in his own little world. You blamed it on all the stress he had just gone through. But in reality, his mind kept playing every possibility in his head. How you would feel. How you’d taste. How your bodies would just know what to do together. But Roman didn’t want to ruin what you had. This work dynamic worked so well. You actually cared about him. He couldn’t waste whatever you both had for some stupid mistake he might regret. But leave it up to Roman to let his body work faster than his mind.

His hands reached up to your cheeks, landing there before pulling you into him even further. He messed up. He knew he did. But it had been too late. He finally closed that gap between the two of you. Your body didn’t know how to react. Roman just kept his lips onto you, hoping you’d reciprocate. He was begging, pleading for it in his own mind. His hand leaving your cheek and fell down to hold onto your waist. The other remained but loosened his grip onto you.

You kissed back. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the fact you wanted to kiss him. You moved closer over to him, adjusting to face him better, moving onto his lap. Your armed draped around his neck as your lips moved with his. Roman finally relaxed under your touch. He didn’t fuck up. This wasn’t gonna end in a complete fucking disaster. His hand ran through your hair, the other roaming your body. There was a quickness to the kiss. Almost as if this was the last time this would ever happen again. A kind of hunger that had been there for awhile. A new fear set in. He didn’t know how to deescalate this. He had no intention on furthering this with anything but a kiss. Possibly dry humping. But his fear of intimacy was starting to creep up. He just thought he’d let it become an issue if it started to become one.

You couldn’t believe what you were even doing. You didn’t even think you had a crush on him. Sure, a few fantasies. But you weren’t ever sure if you’d actually go for it or ever really happen. But it was. Your heart was practically beating out of your own chest, adrenaline running through you.

The kiss finally broke apart, both of you just looking at one another, unsure of where to go from here. There was a sense of nervousness. An anxiety of whatever relationship you both had before was officially gone. “Can you stay the night? Please.” He began to beg. He didn’t want sex out of this. He wanted to know your feelings towards him, if you even felt the same. You held your breath, unsure of how to respond to him. You didn’t have any intentions of sleeping with him. What if people found out? “Uh- Roman… this was just- “You tried to let him down easy.

“Please. Just- I don’t wanna fuck you or anything. Just stay here.” He asked, his hands still around your waist. He drew little shapes into your hips out of nervousness of how you were going to even respond. He was worried you’d reject him.

“Okay Roman, I’ll stay the night.” You smiled lightly before being met with a softer kiss from Roman. You let yourself get drawn back to him.

He laid back further, allowing you to straddle his waist. His hands sliding down to your thighs as you laid down to kiss him back. It wasn’t as rough and eager as the first one. It was sweeter, calmer. It felt natural between the two of you. This was extremely wrong, but you wanted this just as badly as him.

Notes: It finally happened! AHHH

Chapter 9