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Simple Math / Part Nineteen
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Ghost/Soap/female reader AO3 - 3.2k words Tags: 18+ mdni. nurse!reader. Pregnancy and things that come with it. PTSD, anxiety, despair, depression. A lot of internal monologue.
âI need to borrow your car.â Marshallâs eyebrows shoot straight up into his hairline.
âExcuse me?â
âYour car.â You spit, barely containing the tremble in your voice. Your throat is tight, hundreds of thousands of pounds sitting on top of your chest, crushing you, your heart. âMarshall-â
âIâm confused why you think Iâd let you borrow my car.â You pinch the bridge of your nose, the thin shred of patience youâve been holding onto finally ripping apart.
âI have put up with you for years. I have dealt with your shit, your relentless pursuit of anything that walks, your lack of interest in your own patients. I have covered for you. I have babysat for you. You owe me.â He blinks, and then pats his pocket, scrutinizing your expression.
âAre you okay?â You glitch for a second. The orchestrated denial, evasion slips away as you grapple with his question. Youâll never be okay. Never.
It snaps back like a rubber band. Like a backhand across your face.
âIâm fine.â Youâre not fine. Youâre drowning. Youâre at the bottom of a well, stone walls cracking and crumbling at your feet. âKeys.â He drops them into your outstretched palm with a sigh. âYou can pick it up at the south station in a few hours, okay?â
âAre you sure youâre alright?â
âYesâŚâ A plan is still rapidly taking shape, forming from bits and pieces of roads laid out before you. âMy mother is sick, and not answering the phone. Iâm worried, trying to get over there as soon as I can.â He nods, unphased by the glaringly obvious hole in your lie.
âOf course.â
You have no one to blame but yourself.
The girl in the mirror blinks back at you with judgement in the quiet of the bathroom. She regards you with disgust.
Foolish.
Hot water flows over your knuckles, your palms. It burns, too hot to be sensible, scorching your skin.
Itâs pain you deserve.
This is the only time youâll give yourself for now, the only time youâll break until itâs safe again.
You shatter to pieces. You scream into your hands, sobs cracking your ribs, cleaving you apart.
It was all a lie.
And youâre the one who fell for it. Youâre the one who believed it was real, that they were true. You believed you could walk in the sun, and you only have yourself to blame.
You try to burn their faces from your mind, incinerating your memories to ash. Johnnyâs eyes, his easy smile, the lilt of his accent when heâd say your name. Simonâs low murmurs and comfort in the dark, the way they molded themselves around you, held you.
They tricked you, but they made it so real, so believable. So sweet as they wrapped you up in a web, dripped poisoned honey into your mouth from their own.
Lies. Theyâre full of lies.
Steam rises from the bowl of the sink, and you look yourself in the face again. You stare at the woman who allowed herself to be manipulated, who gave herself to two people who only sought to harm her.
But-
They gave you a gift, didnât they? They gave you this chance.
Your palm hovers over your stomach, and you fill your lungs with oxygen.
Get it together. Get yourself together.
Your world crumbles beneath your feet, but youâve done this before. Youâll do it again. Better, even, now with the stakes so high, higher than you could ever imagine.
You can do this.
Deep breath.
The foundation of your resolve cracks when you step through the front door and Penny comes padding down the hall with her arms up.
You meet her in a crouch, letting her cuddle you, small fingers twisted in your scrub top. âHey Penny girl. Howâs your day, huh?â She signs something and then points to the living room before smiling.
âBocks.â
You retreat into yourself, burying the lump in your throat, swallowing your tears. âI love you; you know that?â You lick your thumb and wipe the corner of her mouth. âSo much.â Lou clears her throat from the hallway, watching with a strange expression.
âAre you alright?â
âYeah, just tired, and forgot my work backpack.â You had forgotten how easy it is, to lie. How easy the mask slides on. Itâs almost nonchalant, a practiced art.
You retreat upstairs before she can question you further.
In a sewn in pocket of a backpack shoved under the guest bed, is a cellphone. Itâs a flip phone, old and clunky, always charged, but almost always off, except when itâs needed. Programmed with a single contact, a pre written text already in the drafts.
Iâm moving again. Iâll keep you posted.
The response is always the same. Be safe.
There are too many items in your life now. Too many objects, too many things, and too little time to pick through them.
You stick to your rules. Pack light and easy. You can replace anything left behind once youâre somewhere safe. Nothing frivolous, self-indulgent, or even sentimental.
Itâs tempting to take a permanent marker and scribble fuck you across their bathroom mirror, tempting to take a knife to the mattress and slice it to shreds. Itâs tempting to rip their clothes to pieces, to soak their life in lighter fluid and strike a match. The anger pulses in your veins like poison, knowing you could never.
Even now, the idea of them hurting makes you feel sick.
Fool, youâre a fool. A silly, stupid girl who got caught up in a fairytale with no sense to save herself.
You take one last long look at the bed. The bed where you thought you were safe, the place where your nightmares eventually turned to dreams.
Tears burn at the back of your eyes, and it takes everything you have to stay upright.
Phillip terrorized you, beat you black and blue, stole your future, your life-
but it never hurt as bad as this.
Marshallâs car is, of course, is expensive. Something out of a fancy television commercial. Itâs comfortable, fast, and drives smoother than butter.
It reminds you of Phillip. Of all the luxury and riches surrounding him, the mile high leg up he had since the day he was born. His entire existence carefully crafted and honed into something out of a nightmare, the mask of a monster slipping on and off as easily as yours.
You used to wonder if money really did buy happiness before you met him, and then you learned. Some people crave more. Some people crave violence. Destruction.
Thereâs no happiness for those who are rotten to the core, their souls as dark as night, their desires putrid and inhumane.
You never saw it with them, in them. You never felt it, the way you felt it in Phillip. They fooled the wariest heart.
Will your child be like them? Deceitful? Evil?
Will it be nature versus nurture?
The first piece of the puzzle is figuring out where to go, how far to run. You need a city or a town big enough to hide in, a hospital thatâs in desperate need of nurses, and a flat thatâs available immediately. No smaller islands in case you need a quick escape, no countries where you may struggle with the assimilation. Accessible by train. Primarily English speakers.
You briefly dream about something tropical and warm with a beach before you shake the thought loose in favor of the city thatâs always been on your short list.
Edinburgh.
Itâs painfully kismet, knowing youâll bring your child to one of their fatherâs birthplaces, fitting in a sick, senseless way, but you have no choice. You vetted the city in the past, scoped out appropriate neighborhoods, chose a potential workplace. Itâs been at the top of your list.
Itâs the logical option.
The air is cold. It stings the tip of your nose, your ears, isolates your exhales and turns them into white puffs of fog. Your jacket is too light, too soft for this kind of weather, representative of all the clothing you have in your backpack, and your wallet weeps at the idea of a brand-new wardrobe.
Still, you donât cry. The tears donât come, theyâre held back by an iron clad dam, an impenetrable fortress built around your heart. People move around where youâre stuck still on the platform, a round rock in the middle of a river, surfaced smoothed by the repeated flow of water.
Thatâs what you are.
A smooth surface, a still pond, a tranquil lake. Cohesion in its ultimate form, hydrogen bonds clinging to one another, casting a tightly knit net of water molecules over the whole of your being. Lies upon lies meshed to create perfection, an unblemished nurse, an agreeable personality, an overall uninteresting but more than perfunctory person. Forgettable.
Step off the platform, into the street. Slip beneath the surface, swim to the bottom, pack yourself away and assume your new life, new name, new existence, the glass surface hiding a turbulent sea.
Things fall into place. You get hired on the spot and find a great apartment almost immediately. Better than great, if youâre honest. Itâs a generously sized two-bedroom, freshly painted, no landlord specials in sight.
âWhat do ye think?â You wince. The accent pulls a string, tugs on a chord buried deep.
âIâll take it. I can give you three monthsâ rent up front,â you survey the locks, âif you can add a deadbolt.â The door only has a keypad lock, the fancy new kind touchscreen kind. You donât trust them. The wires are too easy to manipulate. He cocks his head.
âShouldnae be a problem.â Heâs looking closely now, too closely, and you flash a smile.
âThanks. Iâm a bit paranoid, you know? New city, canât be too careful.â
âOâ course.â
âSo⌠how far along are ye?â You choke on the dry piece of scone in your throat.
âSorry?â
âThe bairn?â She points to your belly, and you shift the hospital issued zip up hoodie over your waist. Her face softens. âDonât worry, I willnae tell.â You havenât disclosed the pregnancy to your boss yet, trying to wait it out as long as possible to prevent getting fired, still holding onto hope that no one will notice. Itâs common practice, something women around the world try to manage, tiptoe around until the last second. Sisterhood, you guess.
âAlmost twenty weeks.â
âAbout halfway then.â Her name is Ally, you think, or with an ie, Allie maybe. Sheâs a float, the worst position in the hospital, and your envy is nowhere to be found. Youâd rather work peds than be in her shoes.
âYup.â The p pops on your lips apprehensively. Being noticed is a problem. You canât lose this job, not after the all the energy and effort youâve expended to make this place home. The apartment youâve slowly furnished, the babyâs room youâve now painted, all the broken pieces starting to fall into place.
âBoy or girl?â
âI donât know.â You manage a weak smile. âIâm gonna wait, I think. Leave it as a surprise.â She claps her hands.
âThatâs the best! I have two and did it the same way. Itâs so fun.â The conversation wanes, her expression shifting into sympathy. âIf ye ever need anything, Iâm around. Okay?â Your jaw clenches.
Itâs a reminder of how alone you really are. How you have no one to depend on, no one to go to, nothing holding you up. The extension of a helping hand almost brings you to tears, and you whisper with true gratitude.
âThank you.â
You lose hold of the strings stitching you together as you stare at parts and pieces spread out around your knees, screwdriver abandoned, instructions crumpled up and tossed to the corner.
The ache in your heart is physically spreading. Itâs crumbling your weary bones to dust, zapping your strength and resolve away until thereâs only despair, desperation left in its wake. You press the heels of your hands into your eyes, trying to stem the loss of the control, the tears slipping down your cheeks. âI canât do this.â
Itâs the first time youâve admitted defeat, and your arms fall limp before wrapping around your belly. âI canât. I canât do it.â The words are stifled by gut wrenching sobs, the wave of hopelessness washing over you like a wall of water intent on destruction.
How will you do this alone?
âIâm sorry,â you murmur, slowly stroking over the curve of your bump, rocking back and forth. âItâs just you and me little sunbeam, and I- I donât know how to do this. Iâm going to mess it up.â Thatâs the crux of it, the heaviness weighing on your shoulders. Youâre going to fail. You donât know how to be a mom, you never imagined doing all this alone.
You wish they were here, you want them here, against all better judgement, and as you lay down on the carpet in the babyâs room, you close your eyes and allow indulgence, a fantasy where youâre not alone. Where youâre curled up on the couch between them, safe and warm. They tell you they love you, assure you how good of a job youâre doing, how wonderful of a mom youâll be. A dream where they would hold you, wipe your tears, hold their hands to your belly to feel the baby kick. Youâd experience all the firsts together, watch Penny become a big sister together, go through all of the highs and lows together.
The fantasy falls away as the cold creep of dread drags you back to reality.
They donât love you.
They never did.
Your dreams are just that, dreams. Made up nonsense that never existed in the first place. Â
Something is wrong.
His knees flex on the bench, attention fixated on the giant sliding doors at the entrance of the hospital.
Heâs unsettled. Itâs a rare feeling, but Phillip fucking Graves appearing in the hallway today like a nightmare that never goes away has thrown him off kilter.
âHave a man in surgery here. Flown in on a medivac this morning.â
He threw a barb at Johnny immediately after, a comment in jest, but there was something unusual about the glint in his eye.
It was a shine Simon recognized well. The ripple of a hunter, on a scent track of prey.
Youâre ten minutes late now, but itâs not unheard of. You rarely, if ever, get out on time.
It never concerns him, except for today. A cloud lingers overhead, caliginous and heavy with rain, waiting for the right moment to change everyoneâs day, to spoil it all.
Itâs a bad sign, and he doesnât know why.
When the clock hits twenty minutes past, he texts you.
No response.
He texts again.
No response, again.
When he calls, the phone doesnât ring. He tries a second time, and then a third, before shoving it into his pocket and stalking inside to the information desk, conveniently placed right in front of the double doors.
âI need a visitor pass.â He towers over the poor girl behind the counter, and she blanches. âFor the ICU. I have a family member up there.â
âO-okay.â
Thereâs only one person at the nursesâ station, a man, a doctor, who is regarding him with cold curiosity as Simon comes striding over, your name on his lips.
âWait⌠youâre one of the boyfriends, right?â His tags reads âMDâ with his first initial and last name. J. Marshall. He holds his hands up in surrender. âI donât know where she is. She ran out of here hours ago.â
âWhat?â
âYeah. Asked to borrow my car and everything, said sheâŚâ Heâs still talking, but nothing is registering. Thereâs a high-pitched frequency ringing in the back of  Simon's head, a whine turning to a roar, a tinny sound making the backs of his eyes hurt.
He leans into Marshallâs face, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. âWhere did she say you could pick it up?â
âS-south station. Get the fuck off me-â Simon shoves him backward, sending him flying on the rolling chair he was lounging in. âIâm calling security!â
âDonât bother.â Simon doesnât look back. By the time the call connects, heâs already on the first floor and almost out the door.
âShe came home in the middle of the day.â Johnnyâs pacing, hands in his hair, ignoring Simonâs pleas to sit down, calm down. âLou said she seemed off.â
âSomething must have spooked her.â He accedes, staring at a spot on the wall, trying to put it all together. You wouldnât have run without a reason. After everything, after all this time spent together, building trust, building love, a relationship, itâs the one thing he knows for certain. Youâre in danger, he can feel it.
Johnny stumbles, careening to the side, and Simon darts forward, tugging him into his chest, nose in his hair. His breath catches, once, twice, before it breaks into a wet cough, a cracked cry caught in his throat, crestfallen and agonized, and Simon tries to soothe him. âWeâll find her.â They have to, thereâs no other option, no other paths that donât lead to you.
âSheâs out there alone,â Johnny shakes his head, âsheâs in danger, she must be.â He knows it just as Simon does, knows you like he knows each line in Simonâs palm.
âWeâll find her love, we will.â The rest of it hovers in the air between them, the painful acknowledgment that maybe theyâre not so different from your abuser, maybe theyâre no better than the man who brutalized you. Theyâd chase you across oceans, across the globe to bring you home. Theyâd use all their resources, manipulate systems, act with violence, to see you again. To hold you.
âWhat if she doesnae want us to find her? What ifâŚâ
âThatâs not why she left.â Simonâs resolute in his denial of the possibility. You havenât run away from them. You ran from something, someone, hunting you. âWeâll fix it.â
Itâs been six weeks since theyâve seen you.
Six weeks since theyâve seen your smile, the thing they worked so hard to earn, the curve of your lips that you graciously gifted them along with your trust. Six weeks, since theyâve heard your laugh, held your hand, rolled over and felt the heat of your body between them in bed.
The hallway is full of doors, but none of them lead to you.
Their smart girl, so clever, a fox in the woods, a master of camouflage, of stealth. Or, as Kate said-
your girl is ghost. This kind of wipe work is professional level⌠are you sure sheâs a nurse?
In these moments, the quiet dark ones where Johnny stares at the ceiling in bed, he wonders if youâre more. If you held out on them, this whole time, if thereâs something else.
Itâs ridiculous, he knows that, but the ache in his heart demands answers, explanations, things he canât provide.
âClose your eyes sweet boy.â Simon kisses his neck, thumb stroking circles into his collarbone.
âSheâs out there somewhere, Si, on her own.â His voice cracks, Simonâs arms tighten.
âI know.â A phone buzzes on the nightstand, and Johnny jolts, heart leaping in his chest.
Itâs a text from Kate.
>Finally got the footage.
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imagine a situationship with sevika
WARNINGS: mentions of cheating, drinking, bi! reader but wlw, eventual smut, modern au
AN: i have way too many thoughts about thisâ this will have multiple parts ^^
It wasnât supposed to happen. You didnât plan for it. But somewhere along the line, something changed. Your relationship had gotten too⌠comfortable. At first, the changes were subtle; He wasnât saying anything outlandish, nothing to make you question your relationship.
But there were small instances, ones where heâd forget plans you made, or when heâd linger on his phone a little longer than usual in your company. You told yourself it was nothing; he might just be a little more stressed than usualâ maybe thereâs something personal heâs going through.
But as time passed, the pattern became clearer. Conversations that used to flow easily were now strained, almost forced, filled with half-hearted responses. He didn't pick up on the little things anymore; your new manicure or your haircut you had gotten to perfectly frame your face, in hopes that he would notice.
He wouldnât be as passionate anymore, the fire he once held slowly dimming before your eyes. It was disheartening. The spark that once kept your relationship alive is fading, and you're left with a gnawing feeling of emptiness that you canât quite explain.
And then there was her.
It wasnât anything too large, the event. Just a kickback amongst some of your shared friends and some extras theyâd invited. Youâd tagged along with your boyfriend whoâd long forgotten about you, chopping it up with a few of the guys on the couch. You felt a sour twinge in your gut as you sat beside him; this is the most enthusiasm heâs shown in weeks.
Youâd noticed her in your solitude; shooting you glances across the room. Similar to you, she hadnât said much of anything, just idly man-spread on the neighboring couch, red cup held loosely in her hand. Youâve never seen her before⌠you wonder whose friend she is.
You can't help but return the glancesâ look at her. Her broad shoulders, her thighs, her hands decorated with rings. The piercings that decorate her face. Those eyes, assessing you as she circles the rim of her cup with an index finger, a little smirk forming on her dark lips.
How could you help itâ when sheâs just radiating with unspoken confidence? Itâs captivating, drawing you in like a deer in headlights. Thereâs a sharpness in her eyes that unsettles you, and yet, something about it excites you. Sheâs not like anyone youâve ever seen.
You realized later that she was just waiting. Waiting for your boyfriend to excuse himself so she could move in. Itâll make you wonder later, how much of this she premeditated. It doesnât take her long to approach you when he leaves, sliding into the spot next to you curtly, smirking as she meets your eyes. Sheâs beautiful up close.
Sheâs looking at you with that calculating gaze, making it clear sheâs intrigued. She scans your face up and down, âLike your hair⌠suits you.â
Her voice was deep, commanding, like she had the power to bend the world to her will. You feel your cheeks warm under her gaze, touching your hair softly. âThank you.â You manage to retort, embarrassingly glancing away. When you shot your eyes back to hers your breath got caught in your chest, her gaze is unwavering. A chuckle rumbles from her throat, âYouâre cute.â
But it's not just the lookâitâs the way she speaks to you. Itâs amazing how easily she manages to fluster you, itâs effortless. Sevika, you learn that her name is, charms you with her dry humor and college stories, entertaining you the entirety of the night.
She tells you about all of the petty fights sheâs been in, and all of her run ins with the police. Some of which are so descriptive you have to wonder if sheâs being generous with the details. All the while sheâs charming you up, placing a hand on your knee, then to your thigh, drawing small circles. You take note of the way she seems to fixate on your hair, constantly moving it from your face or twisting the strands between her fingers.
The flirtation feels differentâdarker. Her voice rumbles with a kind of quiet power, and when her hand brushes against yours, it lingers just a little too long. You want to pull away, but instead, you stay. The tension builds, and despite your better judgment, a part of you is drawn to it. To her.
You wish you could go back in time and slap yourself. You knew better than to get yourself alone with this girl, this freakishly charismatic, freakishly, randomly attractive girl. But you let her lead you away to a secluded hallway of the house, her excuse being the music was too loud.
And she continued conversing with you, leaning against the wall and swallowing down the rest of the cup. She huffed out something between a scoff and a laugh, âYou a nanny or somethinâ?â You shot her a confused look in response. She looked down, nodding her head towards the red cup in your hand. âYouâre babysitting.âÂ
âOh, thisâŚâ You mutter, swirling the drink around plainly. âNot much of a drinker.â You notice the roll of her eyes as she pushes herself off the wall and your breath hitches as she closes in on you. She pulls the cup from your hand, raising a large hand to your chin to tilt your head back. You barely manage to sputter, âWhat are you doingâ!â before she orders you to, âOpen,â nudging your chin softly.
You lock eyes with her for the umpteenth time, her eyes filled with something different this time around. You hesitantly part your lips, allowing her to pour the rest of the content into your mouth. Thereâs a soft groan leaving her mouth as she watches some of it spill from the corner of your lips down your chin.
The way her eyes lingered on your lips made your heart race. You were suddenly aware of how close you were, how her scent filled your senses, how her gaze felt like a slow burn.
You donât say anything, but you can feel the heat between you both, the pull thatâs been growing stronger with each passing second. Before you know it, sheâs kissing youârough and urgent, her hands gripping your hips with a hunger that matches the storm brewing inside you. Her kiss is overwhelming, like a fire that consumes you whole. You melt into it, into her, not thinking about the consequences, not thinking about him.
The moment ends just as quickly as it began, but the aftershocks are impossible to ignore. You stand there, breathless, disoriented, and yet, thereâs a part of you that doesnât regret it. It feels raw, real, and alive in a way you havenât felt in a long time.
You pull away from Sevika, your chest tight with confusion and shame. But Sevika just watches you, unfazed. Thereâs no sympathy in her gaze, in fact, all you could register was a sly smirk on her lips. Sevika moves to stand close to you, her presence overwhelming, wrapping a hand around your throat, "What's holding you back?" she mumbles against your lips.
And in that moment, you realize that nothing is holding you back. Youâve already made your choice without even knowing it.
Thereâs no turning back now. Â
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Ἅᥠâ Just a Pogue
Artists â Rafe Cameron x fem!pogue!reader
Lyrics â Hearing Rafe belittle you to his friends and down play the bond you share leads you to your breaking point.
Music Advisory â Oneshot; all angst, hurt w/ no comfort, slight cursing, based heavily on scene(s) from season four
Duration â 1.7k
Words from Artist â This was a quick and fun fic to write for Rafe! Itâs been a while since I wrote an angsty fic so Iâm glad to have my toes in the water again, especially for Rafe because he pairs so good with angst! If you have any requests you want to see with Rafe please feel free to send them to my ask box! As always feel free to comment and reblog, I love reading yâall reactions! I hope you enjoy!!
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When Rafe sent you a text to meet him at the Country Club you were excited, hoping that since heâs asking you to come hang out with him and his friends that heâs finally ready to acknowledge whatâs happening between you two. Your relationship has been without a label for a while now, sharing moments that are intimate, intense, and real, making you feel like thereâs a true connection with Rafe and that heâll be officially asking you to be his girlfriend soon.
As you walk from the patio to the inside of the club you see Rafe, Topper, and his girlfriend Ruthie. When youâre about to approach, you pause when you hear your name brought up in their conversation, making curiosity strike you and wonder what they're talking about so you move out of their line of sight but stay close enough so you can hear. âIâm surprised y/nâs your girlfriend.â Ruthie twirls the straw in her drink while looking over at Topper with a slight smirk on her face, purposefully testing the waters to see how Rafe will react. âI mean sheâs pretty pogue, isnât she?â
Rafe scoffs and rolls his eyes as if he finds this whole topic exhausting to talk about. âListen,â he says with a blank face while shrugging his shoulders and lifting his glass closer to his lips, âjust because we hook up doesnât mean sheâs my girlfriend, okay?â He mutters out before glancing around and taking a sip of his drink, clearly uncomfortable with the spotlight on his relationship with youâ if you would even call it that. Mentioning your social class and insinuating that youâre his girlfriend makes Rafe feel insecure, especially since in the past heâs always expressed his strong dislike for pogues.
âRight⌠Iâm just saying you sure are together a lot. Wait, has she moved in yet?â
âIâm not living with a pogue, I have standards.â Rafe felt the need to defend himself against this line of questioning and make it known that youâre strictly just a hookup for him, that there isnât any type of love in his heart for you because youâre a pogue and he just canât be with someone whoâs living in the cut.
The sting of Rafeâs words hits you like a punch in the gut, unraveling every bit of hope youâd been holding onto. You feel knots in your stomach, your heart pounding as you back away, each cruel word echoing in your mind. To him, youâre just a flingâa fun thing he can call up whenever he wants, never someone heâd actually take seriously. All those moments, those stolen kisses and soft words youâd shared, theyâd only been games to him. You thought that Rafe finally changed, that his views werenât so surface level when it came to being a kook or a pogue but itâs clear that he only made you believe those things so he could get in your pants.
You turn and walk back toward your car, your mind reeling as you begin to feel stupid for allowing Rafe into your heart, trusting him with your body, only to find out he never truly cared about you as he claimed. You feel like you were lied to, knowing he feed you with words he knows you wanted to hear and would cling to just so he can get what he wanted out of you.
Over the next few days, Rafe tries to reach out to you, sending you numerous texts and calling your phone more times that you can count, causing each attempt to reignite the anger and pain you feel. He doesnât know that you overheard his conversation with Ruthie and Topper, but you still ignore all his attempts to get in contact with you and you eventually block him, wanting him out of your life after what hearing what he said.
While you're home trying to take your mind off the whole situation you hear someone banging on your door, making you roll your eyes because whoever it is canât be that determined to talk to you. When you open the door you see Rafe standing outside, looking at you with a look of confusion and underlying frustration. He doesnât enjoy being ignored and he doesnât understand why youâre being weird to him all of a sudden so he decided to pop up at your house and confront you. âWhy the hell have you been ghosting me?â
You shake your head, trying to hold back the anger that flares inside you just from the sight of him. âRafe, please leave me alone, okay? I blocked you for a reason, I donât wanna talk to you.â
You try to shut the door, not wanting to continue a conversation with him but Rafeâs hand shoots out, stopping it from closing because he wants a more in depth explanation on why youâve been ignoring him instead of the âhalf-assedâ one you just gave. He stares at you with narrowed eyes, clearly not used to being brushed off by you because since you started talking their hasnât been a day where you deliberately ignored him. âWhatâs goinâ on with you? Did I do something?â
A bitter laugh leaves your lips before you allow the anger you feel to rise to the surface and let Rafe know exactly why youâve been ignoring him. âYeah, you did. Maybe it has something to do with you telling your friends Iâm just a âhookupâ and that youâd never live with a pogue since you have so called âstandardsâ.â
He blinks feeling thrown off, not seeing the connection in the meaning of your words and where they stem from. âWait, what are you talking about?â
âI heard you at the club, Rafe!â You snap at him, the hurt youâve been feeling over the past few days spilling over. âI heard you tell them that Iâm just some Pogue youâre hooking up with, that Iâm not your girlfriend, and that youâd never actually be with someone like me. Like Iâm nothing!â
Rafe opens his mouth, struggling to find the right words, but youâre not interested in hearing whatever excuse heâs about to make because you know itâll just be a lie. âI thought you were different, Rafe. I thought you actually saw me as more than that. But you just needed me to feel good about yourself for a while, right? You just liked having me around when you wanted a good fuck.â
âThatâs not what I meant,â he protests, his voice pleading now. âI was just trying to⌠I donât know, keep them off my back. They wouldnât get it.â
You scoff while pinching the bridge of your nose, feeling a fresh wave of aggravation as you realize he really doesnât get it. âAnd thatâs the problem, Rafe. If you canât respect me around your friendsâif youâre embarrassed of what we haveâthen you never actually cared.â
He reaches out, trying to grab your hand, but you pull back and take a step away, not wanting to feel his touch after knowing his true feelings about you. âYou made me feel like we had something,â you whisper, feeling the sting of tears but refusing to let them fall in front of him. âThat we could be an actual couple but you played in my face, Rafe. You told me that you didnât care that I was a pogue, that you wanted me with you but clearly it was bullshit.â
Rafeâs face shifts from guilt to desperation as he steps closer, his voice softening as he tries to clean up the mess heâs made. âLook, Iâm sorry, okay? I was an fuckinâ idiot, and I shouldnât have said that. I thought if I downplayed it, I could keep my friends from giving me shit about us.â
âSo, you downplay me? Make me sound like Iâm nothing to you just to avoid a little judgment? Do you fuckinâ hear yourself, Rafe? You didnât just protect yourselfâyou tore me down in front of your friends.â
He looks away, clearly frustrated that his stupid words messed up things between the two of you but he pushes on, wanting to try and make things right. âI get it, okay? I messed up, but it doesnât change how I feel. Itâs just⌠complicated. You know I care about you.â
You scoff, feeling the weight of his words crushing you all over again. âComplicated? No, Rafe. Itâs not complicatedâitâs simple. You donât respect me and you donât care about me. You never did. And now you want to apologize and act like itâll erase what you said and make everything better?â Rafeâs face twists with guilt, but his silence only fuels your anger. Every hurtful word he spoke replays in your mind, solidifying your resolve. âToo late, Rafe. Youâve already ruined it.â
He can tell that heâs losing you, that youâre emotionally pulling away from him so he starts pleading with you, not wanting to lose you. âI didnât mean it. Iâll fix it. Just give me another chanceâplease.â
âNo. You canât fix it. Itâs already done. Youâve made it clear who you are and how you feel about me. Iâm not sticking around for whatever mess youâve got going on in your head just so you can fuck me over again.â
His face falls, his frustration turning into panic. âPlease, just let me explainââ
âI donât want to hear anymore, Rafe.â You feel a finality in your mind and a final piece of your heart closing off, deciding not to fall into the trap of Rafeâs words again, knowing that if you do youâll only hurt your future self when he fucks up again. âIâm not waiting around for you to figure your shit out. Iâm done.â
When Rafe is face to face with the door he stands in place frozen, while his heart is hammering inside his chest. The sharp echo of the door slamming reverberates in his ears, a bitter reminder of how badly heâs screwed things up. For a moment, heâs too stunned to move, his mind reeling from the weight of your words and the way you just ended what you had with him.
A deep frustration churns inside him, mingled with guilt and regret. He never thought it would get to this point. He didnât expect you to shut him out so completely. He knows that he hurt you, but hearing the door slam was like a slap to the face, a loud confirmation that he had lost you. Rafe knows, deep down, that heâs crossed a line he canât uncross, that itâll be hard for you to forgive him when the things he said were so harsh.
The realization that his actions have pushed you too far away hits him hard. His chest tightens as the panic sets in, his mind racing with how to fix things, ways of how to make you forgive him, but nothing comes to him. The words âIâm sorryâ feel hollow, like a cheap way out. Heâs played this game before, but now it feels different. Youâre different.
He steps back slowly and walks to his car with his head hanging down, looking back at the door with a mixture of frustration and sorrow. He never meant to hurt you, to make you feel less than but the damage is already done. And now, with you shutting him out, he has no idea if he can ever make things right, if he can ever win his sweet pogue back.
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pink digital camera | JJK
SERIES MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST | PLAYLIST
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notes: jk and y/n's friends meet, hyeonjae and areum crushing on each other <3, nsfw: they fuck in a parking lot, jk records y/n, jk cums in y/n (STAY SAFE PLEASE)
âFuck Iâm so hungry,â
âIâd assume so-weâve been trying to get you out of your studio for the past 2 hours,â Hyeonjae responds to Tag with a chuckle. The two, in front of Jungkook and Jungwon, on their way to Jungkookâs car. It had been a good while since the four friends have been able to have a proper meal together so they took advantage. It took a long time to convince Tag to leave his studio but eventually they succeeded.
Finally reaching the car, the four friends get in with Jungkook as the driver of course.
âYo JK whatâs this?â Hyeonjae, who was sat in the passenger seat, asks holding a pink digital camera. Your pink digital camera. Fuck.
You must have forgotten it in his car from when you both went on a picnic late in the evening to watch the sunset near the Han River. You had commented to Jungkook how you had seen a TikTok of a girl and her boyfriend who bought a camera just to capture their dates and thought it was a cute idea. So after a quick trip to the store, and a couple thousand won later, you had started filming your dates.
Jungkook is taken away from his thoughts when he hears a jingle next to him signaling that the camera had been turned on. Hyeonjae, who was intrigued and looking at the cameraâs quality, was completely oblivious to the panic set on Jungkookâs face.
âIs it yours?â Tag asks from the backseat and Jungkook is quick to grab the camera from Hyeonjaeâs grasp, placing it gently on his side of the car in the pocket of the door.
Maybe he should have said something because now the three were laughing at his reaction.
âYou seeing somebody, Kook?â Jungwon asks patting his shoulder and Jungkook can only clear his throat and shrug his hand away.
âI think our Kook is in love,â Hyeonjae playfully adds and Jungkook replies, âYou guys are just hungry,â and turns on the car.
âSure, thatâs the reason Hyeonjae found a pink camera in your car and you got all nervous,â he laughs and leans back in his seat. Jungkook rolls his eyes and looks down at the camera thatâs slightly visible. Feeling a little better now that the guys were focused on their phones.
Had Hyeonjae pressed the little camera button on the side he would have been met with pictures of you and Jungkook. Itâs not something ideal right now.
âI could probably have finished my song by now,â Tag says, commenting on how long it was taking for their food to arrive.
âHyung we barely placed our order. It hasnât even been five minutes,â Jungwon replies laughing at the olderâs grumpy state knowing heâll cheer up once he has some good food in his system.
âStill,â Tag mutters and the rest chuckle.
âHyeonjae?â A voice from behind Jungkook calls out, grabbing the attention of all the guys.
âAreum!â Hyeonjae is too quick to stand up and slightly bow at Areum in which she does the same. Meanwhile, Jungkook is once again panicked.
Areum was part of your friend group and here she was talking to Hyeonjae for some reason. He had no reason to worry really. He had never talked to her or any of your friends but there had been a couple close calls.
He remembers when you and Areum had to attend a study group with two guys from your guysâ class and how annoyed Jungkook had gotten because he wanted to take you out that night. He had made his way to the library that night and managed to get you to meet him in an area of the library where no one really went.
Letâs simply say you had a steamy meet up and almost got caught. Had it not been for Areum calling your name from afar, Jungkook wouldnât have gotten the chance to walk a good distance from you while you fixed your skirt and hair.
âUh Areum these are my friends Jungkook, Jungwon, and Taegyun but we call him Tag,â Hyeonjae, Jungkook had taken notice, was slightly fidgeting as he introduced them. HuhâŚ
The guys all waved and she did the same, âHi, Iâm Areum,â she places a piece of her hair behind her ear, âYou guys are welcome to join me and my friends. We just arrived-unless you guys are on your way out,â she says and all three guys look at Hyeonjae for his response.
Wait. Her and her friends? Does that mean you too? Jungkook knew you would be staying in a class later than usual today with a couple classmates but thatâs pretty much all he was aware of.
Should he check your location to see if youâre here? Jungkook doesnât get a chance to when Hyeonjae replies, âNo, we just ordered a while ago. We wouldnât want to bother,â
âNo itâs fine! The more people, the merrier,â she says and Hyeonjae canât say no. Jungkook sees Tag and Jungwon wanting to tease him for getting so visibly nervous.
âOkay,â Hyeonjae follows Areum to the other side of the restaurant and the guys take that as an invite as well. The three get up and follow. Jungkook, at the very back, a bit concerned. How should he act with you in front of his friends? Ignore you? No, he canât do that very well but he knows he canât kiss and hug you either.
The guys take notice that the area in which you guys are eating had suddenly become fancier? The chandeliers were different, the area was quieter, and the people around looked like theyâve never seen anything less than a billion won.
He hears it. That sound. One of his favorite sounds in the world. Your laugh. Your laugh that he loves so much. Your laugh that lets him know that everything is okay.
Jungkook visibly relaxes as you come into view. Youâre wearing the same outfit from this morning only now youâre wearing a hoodie. You had decided to wear Jungkookâs sweater that he had left in your room a couple nights ago. Noticing that the day was cloudy you decided to be warm and wear his sweater that was too big but comfortable.
âGuys, this is Hyeonjae, Tag, Jungwon, andâŚuhm Iâm sorry what was your name again?â Areum says looking directly at Jungkook. From the corner of his eye he sees you smile, âJungkook,â
âRight! Jungkook! Oh and these are my friends Eunwoo, Jimin, and Y/N,â
âWill you guys be joining us?â
Hyeonjae says a simple yes and Eunwoo nods, âIâll go request a bigger table,â he stands up and walks to an employee.
âI should go inform them we switched tables,â Jungwon says and goes up to the same server Eunwoo was speaking to.
The server is quick in telling the group to follow her and lead them to a much bigger table, enough to fit 10 guests.
Your friends on one side and Jungkookâs on the other. ThisâŚwas weird.
âSo how do you two know each other?â you ask pointing to your friend and Hyeonjae. Jungkook feels comfort in your voice.
âWeâre partners in digital art class,â Hyeonjae says.
âYeah Hyeonjae is really funny. Sometimes we get in trouble,â Areum says and you smile but miss the slight pink pigment in her cheeks.
Eunwoo and Jimin conversate with Jungwon and Tag leaving you and Jungkook sat in front of each other, slightly confused of how you two should act right now.
Jungkook decides to take his phone out.
Me: thatâs the fourth hoodie youâve stolen from me pretty
Your phone dings and you smile.
Y/Nđđ: Stolen? You left this on my bedroom floor đâ¤ď¸
Me: itâs not my fault iâm always distracted when i go over
Y/Nđđ: So itâs mine?
Me: when a pretty girl starts kissing my neck and talking about how bad she wants me i just canât resist đ
âJungkook,â Tag nudges his shoulder and he looks up, putting his phone away and aware that the food is being served and his plate was in the serverâs hand.
âOh yeah thatâs mine,â the plate is placed in front of him and the server tells them if they need anything to call her over before leaving them to enjoy their meal.
âSorry about him, heâs been distracted lately,â Tag apologizes.
âEverything okay?â Eunwoo asks and Jungkook nods.
âOur theory is that heâs love sick,â Jungwon says and everyone at the table is quick to ask who it is like they were life long friends. You sit in your seat with your cheeks feeling warm knowing that heâs being like this because of you.
âIs it somebody we would know?â Jimin says genuinely intrigued.
âItâs nothing really,â no matter how badly Jungkook wants to gloat about you, he decides to hold back.
âHe says itâs nothing but I found a pink camera in his car earlier,â Hyeonjae says and you audibly gasp.
Areum turns to you and you quickly make an excuse, âSorry I thought I saw someone I knew,â and you grab your chopsticks and spoon to eat. Jungkook wants to kiss you so bad. Youâre so cute.
âSo, Jungkook?â Jimin says and Jungkook lets out a chuckle, âThis food looks really good,â he starts to grab his utensils and the group lets out a disappointed sigh. You let out a small laugh and his friends make comments like âI bet sheâs so out of his league and thatâs why he wonât tell usâ that make your friends laugh.
Your group surprisingly got along with his very well. There was a couple jokes here and there but overall a ton of laughs. Jungkook always making sure to watch you every time because he loved it. Youâd kick his leg gently under the table and heâd do the same. He was just ready to get out of here. Itâs been a long hour of you being near him and not kissing you.
Eunwoo and Hyeonjae ended up splitting the tab afterwards and now you were all stood outside the restaurant.
âThat was fun! We should do it again,â Areum says and Hyeonjae is quick to answer, âYeah sure!â Tag laughs.
âWell I hope you guys have a good rest of your days. Iâll see you guys around campus,â Jimin comments and the rest bid their goodbyes. You making sure to subtly send a kiss to Jungkook in which he pretends to catch it and place it on his cheek.
Your group walks in the opposite direction from his and Jungkook can only smile. Heâs defiantly going to kiss you nonstop later tonight.
âSo HyeonjaeâŚwhen are you going to ask Areum out?â Jungwon teases as the four get in the car.
Tag laughs, âYeah Hyeonjae. Oh Areum of course Iâll eat with you and my friends because youâre so pretty and I canât help but blush and-â Tag is smacked by Hyeonjae but it only makes him laugh more.
âYou guys are idiots,â he says but you can clearly tell his face was flushed.
âYou were blushing like crazy every time she talked to you,â Jungkook says driving out of the parking lot.
âReally?â he didnât even try to deny it this time. Hyeonjae wondered if Areum took notice.
âYeah but she was blushing a lot too,â and this eases his nerves.
âAnyways Iâll RSVP to the wedding now to save time,â Jungwon jokes and the three laugh as Hyeonjae sighs staring out the car window.
âHi baby-â
Jungkook couldnât help it. He needed to kiss you. Without breaking the kiss, he closes the door behind you two and walks you two to your living room couch.
Youâre straddling him as the kiss shows no sign of stopping anytime soon. His tongue slipping into your mouth and you follow suite. The kiss getting messy very quick but you couldnât care less.
After both of your lips were swollen you pull away, intending to remove his jacket when you feel something in his pocket.
âWhatâs this-oh,â you take out the item from his pocket. It was your camera.
âI brought it so you could transfer the pictures and videos to your computer and send them to me,â Jungkook says trying to even out his breath. His gaze still on your wet pink lips. His fingers touch your lips innocently before they move to your jaw. He lets his arm fall to your waist to hold you on his lap securely.
âSure we can do that,â you say and put the camera aside before leaning into him for a warm embrace.
âYou looked so handsome today,â
âYou look so gorgeous all the time,â
You giggle and look at him before pressing a kiss on his nose and going back to your position from before and loving the warmth, âThat was weird right? My friends and yours just randomly eating together,â
âI think it was mostly because Areum and Hyeonjae like each other,â
âWhat?!â
âYou didnât notice?â Jungkook asks. Youâre now sat properly on his lap again.
âI was too focused on my boyfriend to notice anybody else,â you says and run your hands through his hair. Jungkook closes his eyes at the nice feeling of your manicured hand just running through his hair.
âYeah the guys were teasing Hyeonjae the entire car ride,â
âThatâs mean. Hyeonjaeâs cute,â you say absentmindedly and Jungkook opens an eye.
âCute?â
âYou know what I mean, baby,â you smile and he closes his eye again.
âTheyâd be cute together,â you note and Jungkook hums in agreement.
âBy the wayâŚHyeonjae said he found the cameraâŚhe didnât happen to look at the last video on it, right?â you ask grabbing the camera and turning it on.
âHe turned on the camera but I grabbed it before he could do anything else,â you hum at his response.
âOkay. Good,â
âWhy?â âDid you forget what we last recorded on this?â
âOh,â
It almost slipped his mind. Last time he filmed something. He couldnât help it. Your moans were so pretty and his phone was too far. The camera lay on the center console as Jungkookâs dick slid in and out of you with ease. You just sounded so angelic and he wanted to capture it so bad.
âKoo please-â you were close and Jungkook knew it so he said fuck it and grabbed your pink camera you decorated in cute stickers before turning it on and pressing record with flash immediately. Itâs not like anyone would see you either. Jungkook made sure to park far from others. He captured your sweet expressions and your angelic begs for him.
âCum for me baby-fuck. Cum for me darling,â and for the second time that night you felt the warm feeling in your tummy before your release. That was enough for Jungkook to quickly feel the tight feeling and release his warm cum into you.
Your chest heaving up and down trying to regain your breathing as Jungkook, still recording, moved the camera to where his dick was slowly pulling out and his cum spilled down your ass and onto the sweater laid under you.
âFuck darling,â he pressed the record button again to stop the video, âYouâre gonna need to send me that so I could jack off to something when youâre not around,â he joked.
âKoo you have hundreds of pictures and videos of us already,â you say in between breaths.
âYeah but this one might be my favorite,â he winks.
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Thinking about Vampire Tim AU and him saving Bruce via turning.
None of the Drakes are actually Vampires, at least not permanently. It was a very strange instance that occurred out of pure chance and coincidence.
A pregnant Janet Drake in a foreign country having a run in with a starving vampire rouge that bite her just a few days before she gave birth.
Instead of the curse spreading to her, the labour of her child pushed and the spreading of lifeform spread to her baby as it was born. The child looked healthy, had no inhuman features, and they assumed her being so sick was simply the fact she was about to give birth.
Tim doesnât realise what he is for a while purely because his parents are vegan and, until he was seven and had some beef from a classmates lunch, hadnât had any blood enter his mouth.
Having to teach himself everything, Tim learned to manage both his hunger and abilities as quickly as he could. He studied history and mythos and did several test to figure out the limits to what he needed and could do.
He learnt that he could heal via blood, that he could go without air for days, and that his hearing was normal though his sense of smell was enough to distinguish blood types.
He learn that he could go two weeks without blood before it became a problem, but if he pushed it past three weeks he would start to experience literally decay.
Tim disconcerted his saving grace was that the hunger wasnât as uncontrollable as people made it out to be in movies and books. At most, it was just like normal human hunger or thirst, and he was aware there was a huge variable in him being raised rather poorly.
He keeps it hidden for years, but then when heâs nineteen Bruce dies.
Not Batman, Bruce.
They got in a car crash of all things, the other drive running after they drove them off the road on the extremely rare instance that Alfred wasnât driving.
Tim watched the tree branch in his foster fatherâs chest for several minutes as he thought about his options. Bruce was dead upon impact, gone with only the last wisps of life hanging to him.
Bruce was a father.
Batman was needed.
Even though it would out what he was, Tim forced his several sharp teeth out, all needle sharp and long enough his jaw had to unhinge slightly, and bit into his own wrist. The fangs, an inch long each, dug into his skin painfully before moving to dig into each of Bruceâs wrist and then finally his neck.
Tim smeared the blood into all three wounds and then squeezed as much as he could into Bruceâs mouth.
He had no idea how he knew what to do, trusting the instinct the curse seemed to just⌠give him.
When Bruce begins to breath again, Clark finally shows up. Itâs been a total of eleven minutes and Tim only realises that the other took so long because he had been off planet, yet he is grateful because if he had been thereâŚ
Tim instructs Clark on how to cover up the scene, removing the cars and getting Bruce to the cave.
Dick is freaking out, worrying over his brothers ripped clothes and Bruceâs clear injuries, but Tim is quiet.
He takes Bruceâs medical cot and leads them both into a containment cell and then seals it, implementing his own lock as well as one of Bruceâs so no one can open it. He can hear someone banging on the glass a few times but he ignores it to stand over his fatherâs side and wait for him to wake up.
Naturally, when the older man does heâs panicked and screening Timâs name.
Tim smiles at him sadly before taking hold of his hand, which Bruce immediately process as wrong.
âWhy arenât I dead?â
Smile growing sadder before fading to an almost formal look, Tim squeezed his hand before pulling away.
âI know youâve had your suspicions and I thank you for trusting me regardless, but you are right. Iâm not human Bruce, and now⌠you arenât either.â
He lets the worlds settle for just a moment before continuing, knowing the other will want all the information he can. Theyâre both so similar in that way.
âI was born a vampire, I will always be a vampire. I will explain that all to you soon, but what you need to know is this: you do not need to drink human blood, you will not loose control over your thirst if you allow me to train you, and yes I had no choice. Gotham needs Batman and I-⌠I need my father. I will not apologise for my selfishness, but I am sorry you have to be like me.â
Bruce is quiet but he doesnât move to kick Tim out, nor does he shout at him or cry in betrayal.
Heâs surprised, but not more than Tim had ever seen before.
Itâs almost an hour of silence between them before Bruce speaks again, âYou⌠you are actually nineteen?â
Tim scoffs and Bruce glares, which makes Tim smile more, âI am. My body will age until around twenty five, at least thatâs my hypothesis. If you are turned you stay the age you were, but I was born.â
Bruce nods and after a moment reaches out for his sonâs hand.
Another silence before he squeezes it, âHave you told the others about⌠this change?â
Tim winces, âI tried to keep us separated because I knew you would worry for hurting someone, but I knew Damian would break in if he couldnât listen soâŚâ
âAh. Understood.â
Then, in another rare instance that Tim thought he wouldnât see for at least another few years, Bruce opens his arms to him for a hug.
Naturally, Tim crumbles into his fatherâs arms and sobs louder than a war drum.
Bruce kisses his head and holds him tight, a vampire embrace.
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âThe Eagle of Rome has returned to you at last.â
historical! au | fluff, smut, crack | 16.1k words
s u m m a r y : after your husband returns from the wars in foreign lands, you could not be more proud to see him be the shining pride of rome. however, even among the celebrations and your own personal news, lee jihoon only wanted one thingâsome time alone with you.
c o n t e n t s : roman! au, roman general! jihoon, husband! jihoon, father! jihoon, mother! mc, a lot of historical background and roman terms to add historical accuracy, soldiers! bss + wonwoo and chan, this is bss and friends, all of them are so annoying it's a wonder they aren't executed, seungcheol is, in a literal sense, a baby, this is a bullying chan campaign, the soldiers do NOT know how to talk to a baby, domesticity <333 mature content â mentions of loss of loved ones, descriptions of war and death, dirty talk, petnames (my love, my sweet, darling, mea vita), fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex (roman contraceptives are dookie), multiple orgasming, slight aftercare
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a u t h o r ' s n o t e : she is here!! i promised myself i would release this once i've watched gladiator II and she is back...changed woman...i guess this is a belated bday present to jihoon? thank u for inventing music king </3 enjoy reading loves !!
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âWHERE IN JUPITER IS HE?â
The maid whined as she focused on the crowd once moreâthousands of citizens gathered across in the Capitol, the road cleared for the procession about to occur. Giddy conversations of every man, woman and child flourished for a mile, and you had to hold onto the girl accompanying you to not be trodden over.
âCareful, mistress!â Myrtia, your servant, warned as you dared take a step at the edge of the hill. âThey will be here any minute now!â
You did not listen, holding onto your heavy shawl tighter as you waited in earnest of what was to happen. Rome was a city of chaos, but you did not hear the noiseâdespite the crowds, the instruments, the chanting, every single voice seemed irrelevant as you stood over the Capitolium. The little houses underneath you swirled around the hill, all evolving the temple behind you, the destination of the people about to be welcomed. Columned buildings made of stone and marble surrounded the crowds, speckled with garlands, its bright colours of vermillion shining in the summer sun.Â
A small sigh left your lips. Today was the day he would come back home to you.
âBy the gods!â Myrtia let out an excited screech, grabbing onto your arm and pointing towards the empty street, barricaded by the people. âTheyâre here, theyâre here!â
Following her finger, you stared at the scene.
That was when the parade entered.Â
Screams of elation spanned across the crowd as thousands of soldiers flooded in tight ranks, accepting the cheers with pride as they marched along, prisoners of war being dragged along by their chains. There must have been hundreds, spanning back beyond your vision, dirtied and haggard, but that was the consequence of challenging the Empire. The soldiers all adorned their red and silver uniform, smiling at the city which welcomed them.
Your eyes scanned the front of the parade, lips curving at the five men on decorated horseback. Each and every one of them had their distinguishable responses towards the people who sang praises to them, and you longed to see them ride up to the Hill where you could greet them.
When your gaze hovered to what rode in front of the men, it widened.
Four horses, adorned in the finest metals and blood-coloured clothing, led the chariot of the same colour, fully festooned in laurels. Gold swirls cemented on its front, making itself heard with its screeching wheels.
It was not the chariot you cared about.
No, it was the man who stood in it.
The man who was clothed in royal purple and gold, holding a laurel branch in one hand and a sceptre in the other. The man, whose wild black hair perfectly settled the golden crown that another beside him held. The man, whose ghost of a smile sent the crowd in absolute frenzy, beginning up a chant to his name.
âHurrah for the Triumph!â
âHurrah for the Triumph!â
âHurrah for the Eagle!â
Your heart stopped to a standstill.
At last. At long last, the Eagle of Rome had come back to its nest.
âMistress, look!â Myrtia exclaimed, pointing towards the star of the show, the lead victor in this parade. âYour husband achieved the Triumph!â
You glanced at her with unadulterated pride before focusing on the man in front, coming closer in your vision as he began the ride up the hill. The Triumph. A public celebration of a certain general who managed to lead Rome to a special, foreign victory. It meant the destruction of the enemy, complete desolation, which a mere centurion could not simply achieve. To receive the Triumph was to be respected by the highest of the Roman officials.Â
You smiled at the notion. The destination for the parade was the Temple of Jupiter behind you, its columns holding up the huge, faded roof, towering over the few beloved relatives of the generals that led the soldiers. âI never doubted he would.â
The crowds grew wilder as the generals journeyed closer, halfway up the rocky hillâeveryone opened their doors, leaving their houses to witness the rare spectacle. âDo you think they would let us speak to them?â your maid wondered out loud, following your steps as you turned your back, walking to the Temple. Standing right beside the steps, upstaged till they reached your height. âGods, I forgot how big the temple is sometimes!â
âWait here,â you said, holding onto the polished stone as you climbed up the steps. The thundering sounds of hooves on cobblestone entered your ears, and the few other relatives which accompanied you silenced, joy in their faces as the parade ascended. You turned before the show, the entire building shading you with its presence.
There he was.
With his four white horses slowing, neighing wildly at the company that arrived at the hill. With his red and golden chariot inciting excited Latin from the crowd, there he was, swiping past in front of his friends. The horses finally stopped, just before the steps, and the generals behind him followed suit, halting their own as they waited for their commander.
Their commander let go of the reinsâstepped down from the chariot, purple robe flowing after the steps. The head that wore the crown turned to the Temple, laurel and sceptre still in his hands.
His calculating eyes skimmed the crowd, face exposing a little pride at the turnout.
He then faced his destinationâright on you his stare settled, standing alone at the entrance.
You swore you saw his entire body still.
You were not wrong. The commander parted his mouth, eyes widening with who welcomed him past the steps. Gods, he nearly dropped the possessions in his hands, staring and staring at the woman.
No, not just a mere woman.
But you, his wife.
One of the generals, instantly noticing their leaderâs change, got off his horse, same black hair glinting in the sun. He walked over, taking the objects from his hands, smiling knowingly.Â
When the leaderâs hands were free of the spoils, he willed his feet across the sanded street, first step atop the stairs. His gaze never wavered, unable to stray from the woman who haunted his nights.Â
You, however, could not wait at all.
A choked sob escaped you as your own feet dashed forward, barely able to control themselves as you ran to him. His arms began to raise as you collided against him, wrapping your hands around his neck and crying into his purple-clad chest.
âMissed you...JihoonâŚâ your muffled murmurs slipped into his attire. âMissed you...so much.â
You felt strong arms envelop you, a rough-hewn face burying into your shoulder. âI thought of you everyday, mea vita.â
Mea vita. My life. A smile caught onto your tears as you hugged him tighter. âAnd I thought of you every night.â
He returned it, feeling his lips curve upon your skin. Placing a small kiss, he pulled away slightly, only to take your face with one of his hands and lean in closer. Enveloping your lips with yours, he kissed you with the longing of a thousand lost souls, finally returned to their other half.Â
A soft groan threatened to leave your captured mouth, but then you felt your husband pull away, hands upon your waist. âI must stop here, my love, or I would not be able to stop afterwards.â
Cheeks burning, you did not let go of him. âAre you not finished?â
Shaking his head, he looked beyond you, to inside of the Temple. âI have to pay respects. It is the final part of the ceremony.â He turned to you again, aching to take you before the sacred grounds. âI cannot have you waiting for me that long.â
You were to object until the raven-haired boy behind him spoke up, waving his hand about. âWe can escort her home, Jihoon,â he suggested, patting his general on the shoulder. âWe do not need to go inside.â
âAre you sure, Wonwoo?â your husband asked, looking towards the other four.Â
One of the centurions, with straight, cropped black locks framing his face, grinned smugly, holding onto his reins. âOh, just let her leave with us!â he exclaimed. âWe all know she missed us more than your stone-cold arse!â
You chuckled as Jihoon knifed the man with a glare. âA few hours in Rome, and Soonyoung is already a pain in my backside.â
The younger centurion beside Soonyoung scoffed, brown locks being caressed by the wind. âAs if he is not a bother for us all.â
Soonyoung mocked a gasp. âSeungkwan!â
âEveryone, quiet down!â Another man declared, eyes closed and head raised in pride. âWe all know our Captainâs wife wishes to ride with me.â
Soonyoung began to chortle at the claim. â_____, you might as well walk home than take Seokminâs offer,â he mused, earning a near-death experience with a dagger thrown at him.Â
Raising a brow at the bickering group, you raised a finger. âYou know what? I think I shall ride with Chan.â
The said-boy perked up, eyes widening. âMe?â He asked, dumbfounded. âWell, of course, I justââ
âHe would fall asleep mid-journey!â Seungkwan complained, crossing his arms. âIt is already past his bedtime!â
âHey!â Chan chimed in, but it did not help that he looked away, trying to stifle a yawn. Seungkwan pointed and laughed, proving his stupid point.Â
âEnough!â Jihoon shouted, silencing them all instantly. âIf _____ says she wants to go with Chan, then that is final.â
All of them began to complain, but one warning glare from their commander had them quieting like scolded children. Chan, being the one chosen, began to smile in innocent satisfaction, earning the evil wrath of Seokmin and Seungkwan. Soonyoung merely shrugged, whereas Wonwoo put a hand on his chest, heartily agreeing with his commander.
You glanced at the man in charge, looking as ever the victor in his royal robes. âCome home soon.â
Stealing another kiss from you, he squeezed your sides in comfort, smiling in reassurance. âI already am home, vita.â
THE LEGACY COMMANDERS ALWAYS KNEW HOW TO MAKE THE MOST NOISE.
Throughout the half-hour journey, the five men talked of their lives for the near-two years they were awayâthe battles they had won, and the siege they had laid over Alexandria, where Mark Antony and Cleopatra were finally defeated.
Chan glanced back every five minutes to check you were stable on horseback, urging you to hold tight whenever a rockier road was being taken. You patted him softly where you rested your hands upon him, showing him you were well. âDo not fret over me, dearest,â you assured him, earning an uneasy chuckle from him.
Unfortunately, the few centurions, riding right beside you two, heard your reassurance, and instantly resorted to striking fear. âHanging onto Chan for dear life will not help you!â Seungkwan remarked loudly. âOne wrong bounce of the horse and he is flying off!â
The youngest of the men, on instinct, tightened his hold on the horse, now fearing he would drive his commanderâs wife to her death. Soonyoung laughed at the scene, but set his sights on the next youngest down. âSeungkwan should not be talking,â he crowed, galloping further ahead. âPray tell us, how much denarii did you borrow off Wonwoo to heal your broken leg? You know, after you tripped over a tent rope?â
âCareful, Soon,â Seokmin exclaimed over the horsesâ hooves. âOr Seungkwan will not hesitate to call up all the escorts you went bankrupt over in Egypt!â
Soonyoung immediately whirled his head to you, who eyed him incredulously. â_____, it is an exaggeration!â he deflected. âIt was only one visit, merely to see what the women were likeâ!âÂ
âIs it true, Wonwoo?â you asked, who was fighting back a grimace at his friendâs endeavours. âIs our dear centurion as scandalous as heâs accused to be?â
The answer was swift. âSoonyoungâs cock is as clean as the city sewers.âÂ
As everyone cackled, the guilty flushing with embarrassment, he quickly switched the conversation to everyoneâs adventures while on the road to Alexandria. Soonyoung did most of the storytelling, with Seokmin chipping in with great prideâSeungkwan had to tell the two of them off when they exaggerated their military prowess, while Wonwoo only laughed, narrating the truth of their adventures. Whatever they told you, though, you knew that they came out victorious.
The Legacy Legion was destined for greatnessâespecially if Jihoon Park commanded it.
By the time they were done, you had arrived at your villa, almost on the outskirts of Rome. The huge estate had been gifted to your husband by his superior, Octavian, who was thankful for the continuous loyalty he had seen from the Legion. Its exterior towered over the five horses, guards opening the gates to let you and your friends inside.
The estate was basked in whites and greys, roof the colour of baked bricks adding vibrancy to the faded walls. When entering, you were met with your bustling courtyard, servants hard at work with preparations for Jihoon's return. Within the four walls were different rooms which served different purposesâyou could smell the different breads and meat being cooked on a slow heat, taking their time to be fully made. The boys began to salivate at the aroma, and when you felt Chanâs stomach grumble beneath your fingers you reined in a laugh, waiting for him to heave off before helping you down as well.Â
âTake the horses to the stables,â you ordered one of the servants walking past you, who nodded, shouting for other men to come and help him.Â
Seokmin groaned as he sniffed the air again, holding his armour-clad stomach. âI cannot take this any longer!â He whined, stomping to where the smell took him. â____, I must have cena now or so help me Ceres!â
âStop complaining about lunch!â Seungkwan crowed. âI gave you half of my breakfast, and you pinched Chanâs bread too!âÂ
âHere we go again,â Wonwoo mumbled. He then heard grumbling in his abdomen, and knew he could not argue against his body.Â
You watched the absolute creatures in tenderness, and waved them all over. âCome,â you began, walking inside the first door. âI wish to show you something.â
âThis better be some roasted boar!â Soonyoung grumbled, earning a jab in the arm from Wonwoo.
The destination was not far, and with one further turn, you ended up in a smaller, yet spacious room, golden sunlight streaming through the windows. You ushered the boys in, taking up the entire space, and they were all about to complain when you showed them.
Every single man in the room melted at the sight.
âBy the gods!â
âTell me it is not an illusion!â
âThis is a better sight than roasted boar!â
Laughing, you put a hand to your lips. âNot so loud now! Jihoon is not aware of this yet, and I wish to tell him myself.â
âOf course!â Wonwoo agreed, eyes dancing. âBy Jupiter, he would be overjoyed!â
âI hope so,â you voiced out your wishes, glancing at the surprise.Â
The boys were about to say more when they heard the distant sounds of thundering hooves near the villa, and everyone stilled.Â
âQuick!â
âEveryone get out of here!â
âSeungkwan, move your fat arseââ
The five greatest centurions of Rome scrambled to get out of the tiny bedroom, rushing into the courtyard where Jihoon now made his entrance, crown still upon his head. He saw the rather guilty exit of his men, and raised a brow at their strange behaviour.
âWhat are you allââ he was about to ask, but then the boys dashed towards him, each grabbing his arm and pushing him to their last destination. âWait, hold onâ!â
âThis is of extreme importance, we assure you!â Wonwoo simpered, knowing his end was near with the behaviour he and his friends upkept.Â
âEven more important than lunch!â Soonyoung added.
âEven more important than roast boar!â Seokmin chimed in.
Jihoon was about to throw them off when they pushed him into the small room, waving excitedly at you. âWe will be looking for food!â Seungkwan called from the door, and Chan looked at you apologetically before following after his friends.Â
Watching them busy themselves, he turned to you, cocking his head. âWhat was all that for?âÂ
âThey are terrible actors, but they had good intentions.â You then bit your lip, glancing beside you. âActually, they brought you here for a reason.â
âOh?â He took a step forward.Â
Nodding your head, you put your hand upon the stone. âJihoon, while you were gone, I had a life-changing experience.â
Furrowing his brows, he put his hands on his hips. âAnd that was?â
Exposing a little smile, you ushered him closer, gazing down at the said-experience.
âMy love, I gave birth to our son.â
You felt Jihoonâs world still for a moment.
Within seconds after, he closed the distance to the cot, following your gaze.
There, wrapped in blankets, lay a small baby, lost in sleep.
The general did not know what to say.
He could only watch the little bundle of life as he dreamed of things which he could not understand, tiny lips brushing against his tiny thumb. The manâs heart began to race at the sight of his closed eyes, the flutter of his lashes as he stirred in slumber.Â
So innocent the baby wasâso vulnerable that he wondered whether people of his time even knew what innocence meant.
He thought all good had withered from the world till his eyes beheld this child. His son.
âIt was he that helped me cope with your absence Jihoon,â you continued, and you did not know why it began to hurt to talk. âYou see, the boy looks so much like you.â
Your husbandâs eyes flickered to you, catching the melancholy in your stare. He knewâof course he knew how you felt about him hardly being here.
You could not blame him, though. With a position of such esteem came great responsibility, which he would risk his life to fulfil. It was his honour, his undeterred loyalty in what he believed in, that made you fall so deeply in love with him. Still, you admitted that life was barely liveable without his magnetic presence near you.
He propped his hands on the edge of the cot. âMay I...may I hold him?âÂ
âOf course,â you replied, slowly pulling the boy in your arms, cooing softly so he stayed asleep. When you were sure he was peaceful, you held him out to your husband, who took a deep, shuddering breath.
With shaking hands, he raised them towards his son, feeling the soft cotton of his blanket beneath his fingertips. Staring at Jihoon, you made sure that he would not let goâsatisfied, you gave him the stirring bundle.
Another hard sigh escaped him.
The child, on instinct, nuzzled further into his hold, right into his chest, and he knew his answer straight away. His heart fluttered nervously, holding his breath to not wake him. It was so bizarre that his nerves heightened with every second, fearing he would let goâhis sword was heavier than this child, yet his hold on him was shaky, uncertain.Â
He wondered if he could ever get used to this feeling.
There were sensations he had experienced which brought him immense joy. His victories, his commandeering of the Roman legions, the subsequent victories that were guaranteed under his leadership. His centurions, who, despite their incessant complaining, shouting, general presences, were the catalyst to his success. You, who was behind the man that he was, and becameâthe reason he breathed.Â
A small murmur escaped the little boy, and all the love Jihoon had lost these years had come back.
He was never the one to expose such extreme emotions, but gazing at the baby brought him suchâŚpeace. In truth, he had not felt peace in a long, long time, yet the feeling washed over him, like small waves upon the shores of a beach. Each twitch of his fingers, every kick of his feet brought his soul to a standstill, then revived it once more.Â
He contributed to this creation. He was half the reason for the slumbering life in his hands.
His stare did not leave his son. âWhat did you name him, vita?â
Your gaze was rooted to him as you answered.
âSeungcheol.â
Jihoonâs rocking froze.Â
His eyes darted towards you, and the pure shock which emitted had your heart breaking. His mouth parted, only for silence to welcome his tongue.Â
It was now your hands which held onto the cot.
You see, Seungcheol was not some ordinary name you thought up on the hour of the birth.
No, this name was originally held by the previous leader of the Legacy Legion.
Most importantly, the name was held by yours and Jihoonâs dearest friend.
Choi Seungcheol was a sweet, charismatic boy who had grown up in the same neighbourhood as you and Jihoon. He was the nail in your house of the trio, and the mastermind of the romance which weaved between the two of you.Â
He had an incredibly bright future ahead of him. Under Octavianâs army he had achieved the title of primus pilusâthe leadership of an entire legionâwith all of the boys, including Jihoon, under his command. He was an advocate of justice, and had risked his friends many times for defending the rights of Rome and her citizens against tyrants.
It was these very tyrants that brought about his downfall.
Jihoon was never meant to leave your side these past two years. He was meant to stay in Rome under Octavian, but the rivalry against Mark Antony had crossed lines, and war was about to be waged. Seungcheol, forever the hero, vowed his undeterred loyalty to the former, and promised to shed Mark Antonyâs blood.
That very night, the commanders of the Legacy Legion were celebrating the war when a group of assassins launched an ambushâthe five of them managed to cut out and leave, but Jihoon was on the verge of death fighting. Your husband was to die that night.
That was when Seungcheol made a sacrifice.Â
He hollered at the assassins to fight him, giving Jihoon the chance to escape. Your husband begged him to run, but he knew his friend would not listen.Â
When Jihoon saw the dozen daggers slash into Seungcheolâs chest, he could not let the sacrifice go to waste.
It was this act that brought him the rage to accept command of the Legacy Legion. It was this dire need of vengeance that helped him cope with the months of stalemates across Egypt, when he thought Mark Antony was to escape.
It was Choi Seungcheolâs sacrifice that made Lee Jihoon the Eagle of Rome.Â
Thinking of this particular past had your vision stinging.
Jihoon scoffed, stroking his babyâs brow. âImagine how smug he would be now,â he mused, âIf he knew we named our son after him.â
The thought had you rasping out a laugh. âGods, we would never hear the end of it.â
He cracked a smile, gaze never straying from his bundle. He grew silent once again, clamping his lips together. Scared to wake him if he rocked him further, Jihoon settled the boy back into the pillowed cot, blinking back the stinging in his eyes.Â
He turned to you, and seeing his change of expression had you stepping closer. âDarling?â you got out, your hands raising to touch his face. âWhat troubles you?â
Shaking his head, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist. Leaning into your palm, he replied, âNothing troubles me, vita.â
Then, he pressed a small kiss upon your skin. âI have no more troubles now that I have seen himâŚand I have him because of you.â
His gaze settled upon you, eyes glossed with teary gratitude. âThank you, my love, for bringing me peace.â
The words nearly made you cry.
Jihoon did not let you, though, when, with his other hand sliding around your waist, he pulled you to him. He enveloped his lips with yours, and with a whine you accepted him, closing your eyes. The kiss you shared was achingly soft, seething with months upon months of longingâhe turned your head slightly, and his lips delved deeper, taking you fully with the strength of a waking beast.Â
His hands dug deeper into your sides, feeling the desperation seep into his lips as he slowly pushed you back, your arms closing about his neck, needing him all over you. Sliding your hands within his locks, you revelled in its velvety softness, knowing you could live forever in him.Â
The action had your husband humming into your mouth, a perfect incentive as he backed you against the wall, pressing himself fully against you, extinguishing any last atom of space between you two. You could not get enough of him, trying to make up months of his absence in this kiss alone, but you wanted more, needed more, or you would collapse in his arms.
It was fortunate for you that he understood you perfectly.
However, your dear friends did not understand at all, bursting into the nursery in utmost hurry.
Five pairs of eyes rooted to the passionate scene before them.
Chan let out a shrill scream.
You and Jihoon repelled from each other, breathless gasps emitting as both of you whirled your heads to the door. The five centurions gathered at the doorway, stunned at the show that went on before they interrupted.
Seokmin let out a groan, clutching his stomach. âI regret eating that entire boar now,â he rasped out, turning away from the panting couple. Seungkwan elbowed him harshly in the gut, making the former double over.
Soonyoung sauntered in, stepping past you two in mighty fashion. âYou both are insufferable!â he yelled, bringing out baby Seungcheol and rocking him in his arms. âCarrying out such atrocities with a child nearby?â
âI apologise for the disturbance, general,â Wonwoo said, glaring at the man who now cooed comically at the baby. âWe were just...um, we were to ask ____ of the plans tonight.â
âBut y-you seem to be very preoccupied!â Chan added, pulling the men near him away from the door. âSo we shall not disturb you again!â
âYou should have thought about that before,â your husband hissed. âAnd what do you mean by plans?â
âFor your return,â you answered, smiling a little as you regained your composure. âIt has been too long since you stepped foot at home. Of course I am to celebrate.â
âAnd do we not exist to you?â Seungkwan demanded, armoured hands at his hips. âYou include Jihoon only as if we were here in Rome partying this entire time!â
âI wished that were the case,â Soonyoung drawled, stepping beside you, swaying the baby the entire time. âI would rather the company of wine than you foul-smelling bastards anyday.â
Seokmin, recovering, scoffed, pointing a finger at his fellow centurion. âOh, do let us know then, Soonyoung, who was calling us his dearest friends on the march to Alexandria?â
âThat does not count!â he countered, waving off the claims. âI was beyond gone from wine, and everyone spews rubbish when drunk.â
âYou spew rubbish anyway,â Wonwoo muttered.
âYou are lucky I am holding Jihoonâs child right now, or I would have knocked you out.â
âJust Jihoonâs child?â you crossed your arms. âAnd what if you were holding someone elseâs baby?â
There was a pause at that. âI shall not comment further.â
âEnough!â the general ordered, silencing the bickering group. âOut, the lot of you! Go back to your own homes and leave us alone!â
âBut _____ said we can stay here and help with preparations!â Wonwoo voiced out, stepping forward in haste.Â
âI never said that!â
âPlease, Jihoon,â he continued anyway, âI have no wish to dump all responsibility on her.â
The said-man pursed his lips in thought, clearly in no hurry to keep his friends when he could be using this precious time to continue what he left off with you. Already his hands ached to linger further over your body, but if he was disturbed once again, then he would kill his subordinates without hesitance.
Seokmin stopped his train of thought. âPersonally, I have no wish to do housework,â he jeered.Â
Your husband then smiled, which was more a flash of teeth. âBrilliant. You can piss off back home, then.â He then directed his threatening stare towards the others. âAll of you.â
Five pairs of eyes turned to you, hoping for your objection on the matter. However, you only shrugged, holding out your hands to the man beside you. âGeneralâs orders, I fear.â When a series of groans followed at your verdict, you took Seungcheol from Soonyoungâs hands. âDo not whine like that, friends! I am giving you the chance to have more fun before tonightâs celebrations!â
âWhatever,â Seungkwan grumbled, turning his cloak as he stepped out of the room. âI am off to get more drinks! Anyone but Jihoon may join me.â
âHey!â the commander shouted, but the men were already leaving, save for Chan, scratching the back of his head.Â
Seokmin cocked his head in question at his friendâs stillness. âWhat are you standing here for, fool?â
âWell, um,â Chan started, his shy gaze levelling with yours. âI am not inclined to wine as of now, so I was hoping if I could...err, linger here and help aroundâŚâ His eyes widened, raising his hands. âBut if it is bothersome I will accompany the others!â
Your heart melted at his timidity. âWhat are you so nervous for? Of course you can stay. Those four idiots will only be causing trouble the entire afternoon.âÂ
âAnd we intend to continue such troubles at night as well!â Soonyoung declared, almost skipping to the entrance. âHoney wine, here I come!â
âChan, are you sure?â Jihoon asked, gesturing towards the exiting group. âYou should rest a little after months of fighting.â
âI am alright, I insist,â his soldier assured him, raising his arms. âLet me take care of the child.â When you obliged, handing him the stirring bundle, he slowed his movements, ever so careful not to disturb him. He darted his gaze over you. âYou, uh,â he said, and he chuckled sheepishly, a blush rising upon his cheeks. âYou both carry on with whatever you were doing before!â
Before you could say further, the man was hurrying out, forgetting to close the door as he took Seungcheol with him.
You and Jihoon watched him go, stunned at the sudden entrance of the centurions, and then the sudden exit within minutes. You could not help the huff of laughter that escaped you at their antics, catching his attention. âWhat is the laugh for?â
âYour commanders, darling,â you mused, wrapping an arm around your husband. âThey are more bizarre than usual.â
Exhaling through his nose, he returned your embrace twice over, engulfing you within his hold. âMy half-witted commanders,â he reminisced, running his fingers across your back. âThey are delighted to be back.â
âI can tell,â you giggled out, leaning into him. âI missed them greatly.â
His face ghosted a little smugness. âBut you missed me more.â
âYou keep convincing yourself of the notion.â
Feeling his laughter reverberating off him, you felt yourself being pulled at armâs length, looking up at him once more. Your husband leaned in then, gently pressing his forehead against yours. âNo one is at home anymore, vita.â
A raise of your eyebrow. âChan just asked me to stay here.â
âOh, you know what I mean,â he insisted, brushing his nose with yours. âWe are alone...with no one to bother us againâŚâ
Much as you would like to follow his intentions, you feared the state of the pending party. It had been two years since the Eagle and his centurionsâ returnâtheir triumph will be celebrated without fault.
âJihoon,â you murmured, taking great pains in retracting from his kisses. âI must go.â
His lips trailed down to your chin, making your willpower all the more weak. âCan you not spare me even an hour?â
If you could spare him half that hour, you would have gladly indulged him, but the party arrangements awaited. The soldiers, and your general, deserved the best of welcomes.
So you made yourself separate from his tempting hold, taking a few steps away from him. âI cannot offer even a second, my love.â
The man pretended to be beyond upset at your resistance. He waited till your feet landed on the entryway when he spoke.
âPerhaps it was better you did not give me a mere hour, vita.â
You looked back. Leaning against the stone cot, he let his lips curl upwards. âIt simply would not suffice.â
The curiosity in your eyes had him further smirking. âI need an entire day to make up for the two years of absence from you.â
It was sheer luck you were holding onto the doorframe.Â
âCareful, love,â he cooed, which only had you stumbling further out of the door in shock. His laughter followed you faintly as you left the room, blood rushing to your cheeks in drastic speed.
You hoped ardently, without shame, that he would carry out his intentions.
Then, you aggressively shook your head, heading straight to the kitchens. Not these thoughts at the moment, _____.
You have a party to prepare for.
THE NIGHT OF THE WELCOMING ARRIVED AS QUICKLY AS YOU HAD HOPED.
The guests began to enter your estate as soon as the sun descended on the empire, bringing words of praise and gifts to your husband and his soldiers. Your pride swelled exceedingly at hearing the positive messages, encouraging everyone to drink to their health. The smiles did not cease, widening further when the men and women fawned over your child. They wished for your baby to grow up just like the man he was named after, and you smiled, scared that one word from you would have your tears gushing.
You had everyone lay on their seated beds, surrounding tables filled with nourishment. Orders spilled from your lips to never stop the plates of beef and veal and fish and infinite other meatsâtonight, your guests would feast like emperors.Â
Eventually, the stars of the legion arrived, howling in celebration at seeing you adorned in indigo-coloured finery. You reckoned that they had drunk a fountainâs worth before showing up here, but you only hauled them inside, showing them to their placeâcushioned couches all set up around low, circular tables, food nearly toppling off the edges.Â
Seokmin drooled at the sight. âOut of the way, bastards!â He declared, running straight for the bedding in the middle part of the cushioned arc, settling himself nicely before digging in instantly. âTell your slave Chan to bring us some wine!â
As if on cue, the soldier came rushing in with huge jugs of the featured drink, looking at you. âIs this alright?â
âOf course, Chan,â you said, taking the jugs from him. âNow you lay beside your friends! You have helped me enough.â
âWhere is that man of yours, my lady?â Soonyoung drawled, snatching a cup of honey wine from the servants. âHe did not accompany us this afternoon.â
âHe had to go meet Octavian,â you answered, the rest of the centurions lodging themselves on the cushions. âThere were honours he had to receive from him before he could officially celebrate here.â
âAs long as he gets drunk with us, I do not mind,â Wonwoo voiced, raising his cup in toast.Â
Seokmin, seeing Chan looking around in embarrassment, poured a cup full of alcohol and pushed it in his hand. âDrink up, boy! I am not having you shy away from your victories!â
The latter seemed much inclined to throw away the wine, but his friends began to groan. âFine, fine, but only a sip!â
Seungkwan downed his cup, sighing into it. âHe will never grow up.â
Wonwoo eyed you with concern as he plucked a grape from its pack. âWill you not have a rest with us?â
âYou men have your fun,â you insisted. âI will settle when Jihoon comes home.â
Fortunately, that did not take more than ten minutes, you catching the sound of hooves outside the estate. Footsteps sounded from the entrance, and you whirled to see your new arrival.
The primus pilus of the Legacy Legion looked every bit his titleâregal, powerful, magical in his purple robes, hemmed with gold as it draped over his loose white shirt, exposed on his right arm. His locks, longer than his hair months ago, curled slightly along his neck, roughening his usual soldierly demeanour.
Squealing, you rushed to him, greeting him with a kiss. âCome, come!â You exclaimed, ushering him inside.
âThe generalâs arrived!â Seokmin before you with the others following, albeit with more difficulty.
Jihoon directed a soft smile at you before sneering at his friends. âAt least finish chewing on your food, you babies.â
âCare about your own baby before calling us such, you prick!â
âYou are very lucky you are drunk, Wonwoo!âÂ
âSit with them,â you said, tugging him to a free space between subordinates.Â
As your husband obliged, he let his curiosity wander. âAnd where are you off to?â
Your gaze went beyond the dining hall, into the leeways that brought you to the kitchens. âI am a host, dear, and that means making sure all my guests are accommodated for.â
His grip on you was strong. âWhen will you come back?â He asked, thumb brushing over your hand.
You let your lips slip into a small smile. âSoon.â
And you were off, letting Jihoonâs eyes brush over you instead of his touch.
A few hours into the party and the chaos began.
You knew it was bound to happen eventually, with the amount of wine being consumedâyour friends alone downed half the deposits, the consequences of such reckless drinking being exposed by their behaviour.
The centurionsâ area was by far the loudest: Seokmin drank to the point he pissed in the jug that stored his wine, Seungkwan then threatening to topple that very jug atop his head. Soonyoung resorted to self-praise in his stupor, with Wonwoo shaking his head, yet laughing uncontrollably at every unfunny quip the former slipped out. Chan giggled as he sipped his alcohol, Jihoon watching all his friends with a full cup in his own hand.Â
It was around midnight when you heard the voice of your beloved calling for you.Â
âVita!â
Excusing yourself from your tipsy guests, you walked to your dear men, who were creating a ruckus in your home. You felt soft fingers caress your shin within your dress, and you looked down to see your general smiling at you.
âSit, my love,â he said, tugging you down to him. âYou have made me wait a while.â
âFine!â You exclaimed with mock exasperation, laying down next to him.Â
He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you to him, your entire back pressed against his front. âThere,â he whispered, and the proximity of his breath had chills running down your spine.
You hoped he could feel the warmth radiating off you.
â_____!â Seokmin exclaimed, pointing his cup at you in accusation, wine sloshing out and spilling. âI have a bone to pick with you!â
âOh, gods,â Jihoon cursed quietly.
âSo I found out from our esteemed general that you named your son Seungcheol.â The man scoffed. âHow could you commit such an action?â
When you raised your eyebrows, he smirked in disbelief, gesturing towards himself. âMy lady, I am offended you did not name him after me.â
Wonwoo spit out his drink, unable to control his laughter. Seungkwan poured himself some more, clicking his tongue in amusement. âGods forbid we have another Seokmin in our circle.â
âNow what is that supposed to mean?â the man demanded, bunching his robes from his arms.Â
âI know you are not that stupid,â was his sly answer.Â
âBoys,â Jihoon seethed, glaring at the two about to send the estate down with their fists. âLay off the anger or lay off the wine.â
Grumbling as they broke off their spat, you looked up at the mediator, swirling his cup. âYou know you do not have to be a general here.â
Your husband hummed absent-mindedly, lazily running his hand along you. âI know, vita. Can I ever rest, though, when I have such rowdy dogs barking around me all the time?â
Chuckling, you leaned into him, his honey-like scent engulfing you. âHave you drank?â
âOnly a little.â You felt a lilt to his voice as he continued. âSober enough to see clearly how divine you look. Especially in this dress.â
You stilled as his hands began to wander downwards.Â
Your voice barely came out as you said, âJihoon, whatâŚwhat are you doing?âÂ
He did not respond, instead adorning a small smile on his face as his fingers ghosted down your body, to your stomach. On instinct you stopped his trail with your own hand, gripping his wrist. âJihoon!â you hissed. âThere are people right beside us!â
âPeople who do not know what is going on around them,â he added, gesturing to his friends. Sure enough, each and every one of the centurions were out of their minds, save for Chan, who was too preoccupied trying to take away their drinks.Â
Jihoon turned to you once more, eyes inviting. âI mean, I will stop if you wish.â His movements turned slower, your hand still on his. âIf you have otherâŚpressing matters.â
Your mind could only think of damning whatever âpressing mattersâ there well to the underworld. Perhaps he could see it too. âIf roaming eyes are what you fear,â he whispered, âThen let me solve that problem.â
In a flash, he brought one long slit of his toga, resting the huge sheet of fabric upon you so your entire body was cloaked, along with his wandering fingers. So casually he began his journey once more, widening your eyes with each finger spiralling downwards.
When he reached the spot, shielded only with your silk, his head rested softly against your neck. âThere we go.â
He barely grazed the slit, but the very sensation had you squeezing your own hand upon his. âEasy, darling,â he whispered, as if he was not the reason for your change. âI havenât even done anything and yet you falter.â
âNot my fault you went away for two years,â you hissed. It was a terrible thing to say, really, but your desire was bubbling. Your rationality, in turn, simply had to depart.
The comment only made your husband chuckle. âI was saving the Empire, vita.â His other hand, completely free, occupied itself, his solitary finger ghosting along your skin. âWould you rather I damn the world to the gods and serve at your feet instead?â
âAs if you do not already,â you murmured, your hand loosening on his wrist.Â
Earning another soft laugh from him, his new freedom had him sliding down further. âAnd where did thisâŚnewfound confidence come from?â he asked, one finger delving into your slit and eliciting a shuddered breath. âIâd only hear gasps from you before.â
His slow endeavours found your clit beneath the silk, and the seething gasp that tore from your mouth had the bastard sighing in satisfaction. âAh, see?â He continued, his hand upon your shoulder now sliding beneath his cloak. It found refuge upon your breasts, perked from the sheer desire burning inside. âFuck, I missed, Iââ His fingers circled your clit, and you closed your eyes, heart beating rapidly underneath his other hand.Â
Your breathing turned harsh, eyes darting to the members of your husbandâs legionâcompletely unaware of the shuddering mess of nerves you had become. âLook at you,â Jihoon sighed out, fastening his fingers. âActing out with our loved ones under this roof.â Your soft whines were music to his ears. âWhatever shall I do with you?â
âMaybe you shouldâfuck,â you cut off, your legs tensing, a dull, delicious ache growing at the small of your back. âJihoon, Iââ
Your line of speech was interrupted by another voice. You had hoped it would be your husband, taunting you further into oblivion, but it was a voice of pure concern.
âBy the gods, _____, are you alright?â
You blinked back to see Chan, holding two glasses of wine, shaking off Soonyoungâs hands. Your eyes then widened, acutely aware of Jihoonâs fingers slowing, your release fading.Â
Sly as an asp, your husband retracted his hands, still under his cloak. âWhat is the matter, dear friend?â
The centurion had his gaze fixed on you, confused at your state. âIs _____ okay, general? Her breathing, sheâŚit sounds uneven. Even her eyes are dazed.â
Soonyoung, taking the lucky chance of his friendâs engrossment, snatched the wine from his hand, downing the bowl. âShe is drunk, you fool!â he exclaimed, loud enough for Wonwoo to double over, cursing his rowdy mouth. âAnd you should be as well, instead of ruining our fun!â
âMy lady, allow me to indulge you with wine,â Wonwoo sang out, trying to catch a jug of alcohol from thin air.Â
Seungkwan snorted at his attempts, successfully stealing Seokminâs drinks and chugging the lot. âOi, you prick!â The latter yelled, nearly bringing the estate down. His friend merely laughed, calling him names and finishing the rest of the wine.
Chan, glancing for a moment away, focused on you once more. âJihoon, I fear for _____.â
You feared for yourself too, but not in the manner the soldier spoke ofâmore your sanity at the pulsing, the near undoing now far from being reached.Â
Jihoon pressed a kiss to your temple, smiling at Chanâs words, despite differing intentions. âYou worry too much, Chan,â he said, beginning to get up from his cushions, taking you gently into his arms. âIt is as Soonyoung says. Mea Vita here has had a drink too much.â
The centurion seemed a little unconvinced, but his trust for his commander outgrew any suspicions. Seokmin scoffed at the couple attempting to leave, shaking his bowl at you both. âAnd where are the lovebirds off to?â he demanded.
âLady _____ is tired from the honey wine,â Chan explained. âJihoon is helping her sleep.â
âHa!â was the boyâs reply.Â
âAre you really that dim-witted?â Seungkwan asked, laughing darkly at the youngestâs naivety.Â
âHuh?â Chan glanced at his general.
The general declared to his guests, âI will be retiring with my wife, but enjoy until dawn, friends!â
Cheers arose from every corner of the estate, no doubt eager to live up to his request. Jihoon then rested his eyes on his soldier, who looked up at him with great bewilderment.
He only offered a sly wink before slipping into the hallways.Â
Chanâs confusion only deepened.Â
Soonyoung spluttered into laughter. âYou poor fool!âÂ
Seungkwanâs smirk was prevalent as, taking the bowl filled with fresh honey wine from the tables, he sat beside Chan, offering him his first drink. âLet us educate you, dear man, on what exactly is about to happen between our general and his wife.â
IT TOOK APPROXIMATELY TEN SECONDS BEFORE YOUR PATIENCE SNAPPED IN YOUR DARKENED HALLWAYS.Â
You slapped your hands against Jihoonâs purple-clad chest, and tried to push him back into the stone wall. Of course, when one had the strongest general in the Roman Empire as a husband, physically overtaking them is an impossible action.
Which was why he began to laugh at your efforts before casually taking your wrists, whirling you about. Suddenly your back was against the wall, with his face near inches from you.Â
âCannot control yourself for even a minute?â He purred, bringing your hands above your head. âHas the journey to our bedroom become too difficult?â
âStop fucking about with meâ you got out, aching to have your hands freed, touch his face, his lips, but he was too strong.Â
The man leaned further. âNo, vitaâŚit has been too long.âÂ
He brushed his nose along with yours. âDonât think Iâll be satisfied with simply fucking you against the wall.â
His words alone had your heart beating faster, eager to see how he would play the night out. It had been far too long since you had felt such promise of pleasure in these years.
âI wonât be either, general,â you mused, and the fire that sparked in Jihoonâs eyes could have very well brought you your undoing then.Â
That was enough for him to swoop in, damning all sweetness to the underworld as he collided his lips with yours.Â
You swore you could never tire of Jihoonâs lips as he moved hungrily, grip on your wrists tightening. A small noise lodged in the back of your throat, aching to be released but to no avail. His mouth refused to pull away, miss even a moment of how you felt against him.Â
The years away made you realise how much you missed his touchâlips in sync, bodies snuffing out any distance leftâyou had no choice but to whine into his mouth, opening yourself up fully to him. You wanted him all, without a single drop of hesitation.
Feeling the exact same, he happily delved further, an eon-old kernel of fire singeing his lips and searing you with his desire. His tongue, catching onto his lust, slithered past your teeth, swirling your tongue with his and increased the volume of your moans.Â
Gods, your moans, your little voices of passion were like victory trumpets to his ears, every single ah! or fuck! riling him further into a frenzy. He had not forgotten these glorious sounds when he was thousands of miles away, but it had been so fucking long since he had heard them in person, and not just his dreams.
So he relished in your moans. Completely engulfed himself in your bubble of desire as his one hand strayed from your wrists, skirting downwards along your body. Grabbing hold of your skirts, he raised them to your hips. He caught sight of your cunt, and he swore his mouth watered.Â
âStop itâŚstop stalling, Jihoon,â you seethed, soul almost withering in wait for your husband to ruin you already.
Fortunately for you, he was the most accommodating man.
His hand freeing yours, it journeyed downwards to the real treasure. Your eyes widened at his finger sliding inside you, and the pure, ethereal sensation of his touch finally attaining your cunt had you dazing off completely. Your mouth forgot all words, as if forgetting how to speak the languages which Jihoon whispered now on your skin.
With your hands gaining newfound freedom, they carded through his hair, finding refuge in the soft, growing locks, tidied for the party. You would have done more had Jihoon not circled your clit, and the delirious sensation was backâyour legs nearly gave way, and you let out a whimper as you held onto him tightly, lest you fell at his feet.Â
His sharp eyes caught onto your weakening state, slowing his ministrations. âHow about I take this somewhere else?â He rasped in your ear.Â
Not waiting for your answer, he slid his hands underneath your thighs and picked you up, you instinctively wrapping your legs around him. He did not cease his kisses, his tongue dancing inside your mouth while finding the door to the bedroom.Â
He did not waste a single momentâkicking the door open with his foot, he settled you on the table right beside, throwing the objects to the floor. Giving you a small peck, he journeyed downwards, slowly kneeling before you while opening your legs.
His husky chuckling rang in your ears. âGods, after so longâŚâ he could not even finish, pressing airlight kisses upon your inner thigh, each phantom touch nearing the kernel of arousal. âSoâŚfucking longâŚâ
The minute he reached his destination his tongue slipped free of his mouth. Holding onto your thighs, he let himself take the last step.
His tongue sliding along your cunt had you melting on the table.Â
You were certain the table had crumbled beneath you, the ground fading as your husband explored you, lapping up the arousal dripping since the moment he graced you with his touch. A satisfied noise left his occupied mouth, you tasting like the honey wine you poured for him not an hour ago.
This. This made fighting relentlessly for two years worth it. This made every single drop of blood, buckets of sweat and floods of tears worth it. Life was hard, torturous even away from Rome, from you, but all that dark anguish in the time lost between you two was worth it if this was his reward.
And Jihoon would make sure this, too, would be worth it for you.
His tongue found your clit, and if you were not a mess before, the tendrils of pleasure that came with reduced you to cinders. He circled the bud like a slow march, growing faster with each passing beat. You moaned his name, a mantra on your lips which only rang louder.Â
âJ-Jihoon,â you kept whimpering, and his tongue would circle faster. You begin to thrash against him, unable to sit still while he brought you such unadulterated thrill. You would have happily grinded against his face had his hands on your thighs not tightened, indicating to stop fidgeting.
In honesty you triedâyou endeavoured to be composed, but the bastard made the task impossible. The writhing continued, and would have kept going had Jihoon not halted his actions.
You let out an agitated yelp.Â
âIâm sorry, vita, but you have to stay still,â he replied, fingers running along your thighs. âDo you not want to enjoy this?â
His lips glistened as he spoke, courtesy of your cunt. With his head in between your thighs, he was a feast for your eyes. âFuck, Jihoon, IâŚI already am.âÂ
Maybe he agreed that he was a fine feast, for he curved his shining mouth in a dark smirk, eyes not leaving yours as he slowly slung a leg over his shoulder. âWell then,â he began, repeating with the other leg, fingers skimming the naked skin. âLet me add to your pleasure.â
This time, when he dove in, he was relentless.
You gripped onto the edge of the table, fingers digging into the wood as he quickened the rhythm of his tongue, working on your bundle of nerves so deliciously you wondered how your soul still survived inside your body.Â
The wondering stopped, your questions answered when his finger joined in on the ravishing, sliding inside you and knocking the breath out of you. He was so undeniably good, knowing you liked the insertion slow, almost testing the waters before completely undoing you.
And gods bless him, for that is all he intended to do. The Eagle of Rome only knelt for the gods, but you, your whines, your writhing pleasure he drank like a man parchedâŚ
You had become a deity in his eyes; and a celestial figure deserved the best of service â hours upon hours of honing your desire because he was the only one who was capable of ruining you.
Another finger found itself inside you, and your cunt began to pulsate at the fullness it achieved, inching along the growing tension bubbling deep within your gut. Beads of sweat dripped down, your willpower to not thrash against his face about to snap, and when he fastened his pace an obscenely loud moan ripped through your mouth.Â
You were much too close to the final high.
âFuck, Jihoonâ!â you nearly cried, hands unable to stray from his hair, his wonderful, lustrous hair. âJihoon, please, Iâm so cloââ
His free hand on your thigh squeezed you ever so slightly, as if aware of your near absolution. He only sped up his work, his fingers gliding in and out so quickly you could not keep up. If that was not enough, his mouth sucking on your clit was ready to bring the sky down on your head.
But Jihoon was ready to risk the destruction of all the world. Ready to face the gods in his last hour as he swirled your swollen bud with his tongue one last time.
That was enough to come undone.
Your release came crashing, curls of pleasure riding all through your body as your mind misted into fog, no thought or idea save for the slow assistance of your husband, easing your throbbing. A lust-struck sigh came out of you, hand falling from his hair onto his tensed shoulder. Sensing your high washing over, he slowed his tongue, fingers withdrawn from your cunt.
He caught your gaze in his, two slick fingers hanging between you two. He dared you to look away as he brought them to his lips, slipping them inside and tasting the residue.
That sight alone could have made you come for the second time.Â
The bastard knew it too, for a ghost of a smirk exposed itself on his face, once his fingers were clean of your arousal. âCould not let it go to waste,â he murmured, as if your wetness was liquid gold.Â
Hands back on your thighs once more, he lifted himself up gently, toga in disarray over his service. With you sat upon the table, his fingers found home upon your chin, lifting your line of sight on him.
Pure hunger lay dormant in his eyes.Â
Not just his eyes, but his mouth still, when he leaned in and kissed you. You returned it without question, desire coiling around your soul as if it had not been released mere minutes ago.
You did not care. Not when you had waited so fucking long.
The man smiled between the burning kisses, humming at your lusted agony as he slid an arm around your waist. âMy loveââ a kiss upon the corner of your mouth ââWhat more shall I doââ another kiss, to the other cornerââFor you?â
If he kept at it like this, you were going to forget your mother tongue. âInside meâŚâ you mustered between his lips on you, on your skin. A pathetic attempt, but your mind was still recovering from your release.
He paused, a malicious grin curving. âPray, mea vita, my sweet, was I not just inside you?â Tugging you off the table, he held on tight as your knees buckled. âSee? Even your body speaks for me.â
Your leg brushed against the weakness of his argument, almost tenting his toga. âDoes yours?â you managed to remark, catching the defeated furrow of his brow.Â
His stare had you silent once again, butterflies forming in your stomach. Leaning in, his lips brushed against the shell of your ear.Â
âIâll have your body screaming for me when Iâm done, vita.â
Your body, in his response, shuddered against him.
Jihoon did not wait for more as he slotted his mouth along yours, igniting the flame again, unable to have enough of you as he whirled you around, eliciting the same little whines he adored so ardently.
He swooped you up in his arms, knowing your legs could not take the walk to the bed. Never stopping his kisses, he knew where to go by memory, hands skirting along your skin as he neared the final haven of tonight. Despite his words, he laid you gently upon the bed, continuing his trail upon your cheeks, your jaw, anywhere where you would allow him.Â
Your heart sang at what was to come. Memories flooded you, passionate nights of years ago reminding you of what had been, and what distance had snatched from you. You had never forgotten the last time you both had made love, the very last night you both had been offered before he was to sail away to satiate his need for vengeance. He had asked nothing from you, not a single request, even though he knew you would have given it to him in a heartbeat.Â
No, that night, he had explored every inch, every crevice of your bodyâburned his presence onto your skin till the entirety of Rome knew that Lee Jihoon had left a piece of himself in you. That piece morphed into the child you bore, but Jihoon had never really left your soul, despite the thousands of miles stretching between you two.
âNever again,â you let yourself whisper as he broke away, your hands fisting themselves in his toga, tugging off the fabric which was another form of distance. You needed him once again. Yes, you had withstood miles upon miles away from him. But now, you could not handle even inches apart.
He understood. He always understood, slipping off the clothing till it reached his hips. Climbing over you, his abdomen exposed, you could not believe your cheeks burned at the sight of him half-naked before you. A small chuckle escaped him, and he stole a quick kiss before burying himself into your neck.
His fingers reached for the loose straps of your dress, barely of use. âTake these off for me, darling,â he whispered, and the order vibrated along your skin, ready to be followed. While you desperately tried to pry your dress off, he pressed open-mouthed kisses along the base of your throat, making your simple task an impossible mission.
One strap fell, and Jihoonâs teeth slowly sank into your skin, sucking at the spot with such passion a soft groan trambles out of you, unsure whether you could get the other half of your dress off. Thankfully, with someone as accommodating as him, he pressed an unironically chaste kiss before finding the last straps himself.Â
The pure smugness in his eyes had you in near tears. âOne little kiss, and youâve ceased working,â he drawled breathily. âMust I do all the work, my sweet?â
You would have cursed his ancestors had he not brought your dress down, tossing the clothing to the side and drinking in your bare figure.Â
A breath shuddered out of him, certain that you could inhale the pure lust oozing from him. âI canâtâŚI cannot believe I went two years withoutâŚwithout thisââ
The words were left unfinished as he wasted no time, indulging your mouth for moments before pouncing downwards, taking your left breast in his mouth and skimming his teeth softly against the nipple. The man was riling you up now, you taking his hair in your hands, certain you were trying to tear his locks out with the way you held onto him. Jihoon did not seem to mind, too occupied with your breasts to pay heed to your damage.
âJihoon, please, I need you toâfuck!â cut off with his tongue encircling your breasts, you nearly had had enough. Your cunt ached for the final descent, your patience growing thin. âPlease, I-I need you inside me!â
His answer was allowing one last lick to your right nipple, cold striking your breasts as he looked down at you, eyes glossed over with carnal delight. With his hand he ripped away the toga pooling at his hips, and his cock was freed, almost enraged to be cloaked away in silk.Â
You looked like a fool staring at it, but you could not help itâyou did not remember it being so huge, even though it has been inside you countless times. Another piece of evidence that he had been away from you long enough.
âOgled enough, darling?â his voice snapped you back, and you were almost embarrassed at the shit-eating grin that lit up his face.Â
âShut up,â you mumbled, but you could not say more, you being silenced with his searing kiss.Â
Pulling away, his forehead rested against yours, black locks tickling your cheeks as he held your one side in one hand, and his cock in another.
Nudging your legs apart, the tip brushed against your folds, and your soul nearly departed from the ghost of a touch. âCareful,â he warned, thumb stroking your hip, and he stole a glance at you.
âI love you, vita,â he whispered.
And began the final descent.
His cock slid inside, slowly, ever so slowly, but with every inch you felt each layer of your spirit stop to a standstill. Jihoon never stopped watchingâcatching your parted mouth, the shallow, uneven breaths you took, the knitted brows, your fingers holding onto him for dear life. He could not help it, seeâthese few seconds, these few, transitory moments, where both souls are on the edge of the world, and none know whether theyâd hang on, or fall to their doom.
This moment encompassed such an image within the features of your face.
And he relished it. Captured the image, and used it as fuel to his carnal fire as he buried himself into you, releasing a breath he kept inside the entire time. Maybe it was after so long, but the two of you stayed still, your husband fearing you might snap. A frivolous thought, of course, but one can believe anything when one is so vulnerable.
One look from you, though, had his doubts disappearing in an instant. You let a small smile escape, and it was all he needed before he slowly withdrew, the mere action so gratifying you wondered whether it was another one of your dreams, a vision granted by the mercy of the gods.
Maybe the gods were extra pleased, for Jihoon was no dreamâonly a very pleasing reality, waiting for your whimpers to fill the room before thrusting back into you again. The rhythm was beginning to strike, and you were its follower; the shy hesitations started to fade, and you could feel his desire burning with every slide out, and every slide in of his cock into you, holding onto your hips to keep you steady.Â
With each thrust you felt the stakes of your pleasure reach higher and higher. Tendrils of delight rippled through you with his movements, quickening yet keeping his fluidity, like an elegant dancer in a warfield, somehow managing to emerge victorious with his body alone. Of course, you could never doubt your husband. He was the favourite of the Empire for a reason.
âBy the gods, youââ he plunged into you once more, and he grazed a certain spot inside you that had you seeing the universes. âYouâre so fucking good to me, youââ
Never finishing his sentences, never even finishing his line of thought, the sole thing in his mind being your delicious fucking folds, your cunt which felt so perfect around his cock. He leaned in further, teething sweet love bites onto your neck, revelling in your pleasured groaning, growing louder and louder with each quickened thrust. âYes, vita, just like that!â he exclaimed, never stopping. âFor all of Rome to hear!â
He did not care a bit if the world heard them now. All that mattered to him was you, you and only you.
More so when that familiar, growing ache of nerves was back, warning you of your impending release. Jihoon was ruthless to you, relentless with his cock, unforgiving with his tongue and teeth which managed to devour your every inch. There was no escaping itâthe ache was like a tightened knot, with his actions well on its way to unravel it.
âI-Iâm close, Jihoon,â you breathed out, pressing your lips on his chest, his shoulder, anything you could grasp. âPlease, love, I need toââ
âI know, vita,â he guttered, as if he, too, was close. He did not care much for that, though, when all he could focus on was you, all broken words and teary gazes beneath him. âI know.â
To add even more to your doom, he brought back an older prospect, fingers circling your clit and heightening the delight swirling within your gut ten times over. The nerves were pumping, faster and faster, and you were deathly aware that it was now or never.
Your eyes, seeing stars throughout, found your husband within the mist of desire. âJ-JihoonâŚâ
Everything was forgotten. Not a word remembered in the fog of your mind but your vitaâs name, your loverâs name, bright as the summer sun, as bold as the royal colours he adorned in his triumph.
As true as the love never lost between the two of you.
It was enough for the Eagle of Rome to capture your lips, holding you in a heart-wrenching kiss.
It was enough for you to completely ruin yourself.
Your cries drowned onto his mouth as release came crashing, legs shaking as you died and resurrected all at once, came undone within his hold. The world slipped away in that moment, with him as your anchor, saving you from being eternally lost.
While you lay breathless, Jihoon slipped himself out of you, breaking away from your kiss to cry out himself, spilling himself onto you and the sheets. A haggard fuck escaped him, arcing over you before throwing himself beside you.Â
Silence welcomed you after that.
The din of the party remained, and both of you gasping, but a silence followed, like a warm winter blanket. Both of you stared at the ceiling, the moonlit parts of the surfaces, trying to catch your breaths after what you both just experienced.
Turning your head, you caught Jihoon already stealing glances. They were heavy-lidded, unsurprisingly, yet you found it endearing, despite the circumstances.
âWhat?â you got out, cocking your head at his soft staring.
He shook his head, smiling tiredly. He stretched his arm out towards you, murmuring, âCome here.â
Obliging, you followed under his arm, resting your head against his chest. Despite the granite-hardness of his body, no other surface would suffice. Your head rose and fell along to his uneven breathing, a small comfort.Â
As the general gazed down at you, the softness returned; his thumb stroked along your cheeks. âIâŚâ he began, voice huskier than usual, you humming in satisfaction.Â
âYes?â you got out, hanging onto his every word.Â
Glancing away for a second, he looked to the window, and the view it offered of the world beyond.
He then glanced back at you, a better world he had found of his own.
âI amâŚso happyâŚâ he whispered. Whispered because he had to tell his world what he felt. âSo happy to come back to you.â
Your heart but into a thousand butterflies.
A smile as wide as you could muster was your response.
And as he continued stroking your hair, and you leaning into his hold, you too, knew that you felt the exact same.
For the Eagle of Rome had returned to you at last.
CENTURION LEE CHAN HAD WITNESSED HORRORS.
He had seen thousands of dead men, scattered across the sands of Egypt. He had seen ships sink before his very eyesâby the gods, he had even seen the beginnings of death, when he nearly drowned at the final naval battle that secured Legacy Legion its victory.
None of these events, however, made him more queasy as realising that you, while you were laid beside your husband, were not experiencing intoxication from honey wine. It was an exhilaration of a completely unusual kind, a feeling that had the tips of his ears reddening.Â
His fellow menâs reactions only made it worse. âWhat did you think they were going to do?â Seungkwan only demanded. âSleep it off on their first night together?â
âWell, how was I to know?â the youngest visibly shivered. âI do not know how married people work.â
âPoor soul,â Soonyoung tutted out, no plans for pausing his drink. âI fear for when he is to wed.â
âI still do not understand,â Seokmin voiced out. âThey have a whole child together. How did you notâŚâ
âMy apologies for not pondering over our generalâs intimate life,â Chan grumbled. âHow idiotic of me.â
âDo not mind these deviants,â Wonwoo assured him, handing him a fresh cup of wine. âYou just drink their awful comments away.â
He spared a fearful glance at the cup, filled with honey wine. âI should not,â he meant to declare in a confident stance. His voice, already weakened from a previous revelation of his commanderâs, had rendered his declaration as a childish mumble. âThe baby would need my attention sooner or later.â
âFuck the baby!â was Seokminâs great exclamation, clicking his tongue. âHe is already the star guest of this damned celebration. Weâ!â he patted his chest repeatedlyââWe were supposed to be the ones our people fawn over!â
âYour need for attention never fails to astound me,â Wonwoo remarked, circling his drink. âThe boy was named after our murdered friend.â
âIt happens to men like Seokmin,â Seungkwan drawled, slinging an arm around him, âTo those men who received no attention at home.â
âFuck off!â Seokmin jeered, rasped out from the alcohol buzzing in his system. âAt least our Roman women fawned over me this afternoon. Where were your girls?â
âMy, my, our dear Seokminâs imagination runs so wild!â The second-youngest cooed condescendingly, grabbing Wonwooâs cup, which had the latter furrowing his brows. âHe dreams of female attention when we have seen no evidence of it!â
Soonyoung wished to join in on the bullying, chiming in, âAnd now he envies a child that cannot control its own piss!â
As everyone laughed at the poor, drunk soul, who genuinely looked as if he might cry, Wonwoo waved his large hands around, as if attempting to calm everyone down. âNo more harassing the unloved virgin.â
âWe were not talking about Chan though,â Soonyoung instantly piped up, his next said-target narrowing his eyes.Â
âJust because I choose to save myself for someone I love,â he grumbled, which had chuckling resonating around the group.
âGods help her when she turns up, then,â Seungkwan sighed out, drinking Wonwooâs wine.Â
Perhaps Chan might have said something in retortâmight have even garnered the strength to punch the honey wine out of his friendâs insides when one of the servants came hurrying.Â
He identified her as Myrtia, your personal maid, who looked incredibly distressed. âCenturion Lee,â she immediately began, âSeungcheol keeps crying!â
âOh, gods,â Soonyoung crowed, âWet-nurse first, soldier second, is it?â
âAt least he is not a whore first, Soonyoung,â Seokmin muttered.
âBoth of you, shut up!â Chan finally snapped, turning to Myrtia once more. âWhere is he right now? Will _____ not tend to him?â
âOur dear _____ is a little occupied being tended to herself, remember?â Seungkwan reminded him, his smirk malicious.Â
The youngest flushed scarlet, shaking his head. âRight, of courseâŚâ He heaved himself off the cushions, to much of his friendsâ agitation. âI will see what to do.â
âWhat?â Soonyoung sat up, but the alcoholic daze had him swaying slightly. âWait, wait, wait, donât just leave!âÂ
âTake me to Cheol,â Chan said to Myrtia, but before she could even agree, four rounds of disapproving voices hurled towards the poor boy.
âNo!â Seungkwan exclaimed first, taking great pains to hoist himself off the long tables. âNo, no, you cannot go on your own!â
âExactly!â Seokmin joined in, using Seungkwanâs toga to try hauling himself up. âYou will die in there!âÂ
Wonwoo clicked his tongue, even though he, too, was beginning to follow after his friends. âChan is not going to die with a mere child.â
Chan watched his superiors rise carelessly from their furnishings, already feeling a little frantic. âWhat are you all doing?â
âWhy, coming with you, of course!âÂ
âMyrtia, my sweet,â Soonyoung purred, patting a hand on her shoulder, âYou lead us straight to the baby!âÂ
Hurriedly nodding, she turned and headed towards the destination, five centurions hot on her heels as they were led down the familiar hallways. Chan muttered to himself, but did not have time to self-ponder when he was constantly being distracted.
âHow much longer is this going to take?â Seokmin whined, holding onto the walls for support. âAnd since when did the lamps on _____âs walls start shaking?â
âIt has not been a minute and youâre complaining!â Seungkwan snarked out. âItâs a wonder you managed to walk forty miles everyday, lazy git.âÂ
âNot lazy enough to slice your mouth right off!âÂ
âJust this door here,â Myrtia said, turning into the empty doorway, dipping her head in respect as she stepped out of the way, allowing Chan to enter first, the rest stumbling behind him.Â
Sure enough, the first noise heard in everyoneâs ears was the wailingâa screechy, whiny sound which reverberated off the stone walls, striking discomfort, irritation, turmoil in the hearts of whoever heard them. The man who felt it the most dashed to the cot, brows joining together in agitation over the sight of the baby.Â
âYou would think Chan was the father,â Seungkwan retorted. âDo something about this crying, boy!âÂ
âYou really are heartless,â Wonwoo scolded, following after the youngest. Observing the crying child, he pursed his mouth into a thin line. âHow does oneâŚstop a baby from crying?â
âOnly a mother can take care of her child,â Seokmin voiced out, as if he thought of a ground-breaking notion akin to Platoâs wisdom.Â
âWe are not disturbing _____,â Seungkwan rebuked, shaking his head vigorously. âThose two have waited nearly two years to fuck each other again.â
âLet them have their fun!â Soonyoung roared, which had the baby crying louder. âGods, Chan, you are the youngest after Cheol. Handle this sobbing mess!â
âI have seen twenty summers,â Chan muttered.
âYes, so a baby in my eyes!âÂ
âOf course you are going to consider Chan as a baby, you geriatric. Itâs a wonder you did not collapse on the battlefield.âÂ
I will kill you in the next war, Seungkwan.â
As the rest started grumbling amongst themselves, the youngest gently picked up the bundle, slowly rocking him in hopes to calm the crying. Seungcheolâs face was reddened with the constant sorrow, and it broke Chanâs heart a little, hoping that he would gain some newfound power and solve whatever problem ailed him.Â
A sigh escaping him, he began to mumble sweet nothings to him, morphing those whispers in a quaint song he heard from his own childhood. His melody was like honey wine, words so soft, his voice so sweet, that the men that accompanied him began to quieten, turning their heads to the origin.
Wonwoo watched the scene, smiling lop-sidedly. âYou are a natural!â
âIt is quite embarrassing,â Seokmin admitted, scratching the back of his head, âThat the youngest of us is the only one able to calm a child.â
âNone of us claimed to be good with children,â Seungkwan thought out loud, observing the younger soldier tend to the sobbing, which had quietened to mere whimpers.Â
Soonyoung tried to raise a browâstrong on tried, but he was too drunk to carry out such a simple action. âYou always boasted of your relationships with your nieces and nephews.â
âThat is different. I could care less about random urchins.â
âSeungkwan!â Seokmin exclaimed. âSeungcheol is no urchin.â
âHe was though, was he not?â The man scoffed, albeit a bit tenderly as he began to reminisce. âGods, did you forget how insufferable he was?â
âAlways on our arses, too,â Soonyoung agreed, snickering. âDo you remember when he got us in shit with Octavian?â
âTalking back to Caesarâs successor during our first military session.â Wonwoo visibly shivered. âThe punishment still haunts me.â
But the distant memory only made the rest chuckle, as if the centurions had not received verbal lashings from the leader of Rome at that time. Silence bathed the room, only Seungcheolâs voice sputtering through the surface of calm. It had only been a meagre two-and-half years since the inspiration behind his name had passed, but with the hardships of the Alexandria campaign, it had felt like decades. Even Chan felt the age of this campaign, although he was young when he suffered the loss.Â
He sensed the loss a little more that night as, walking away from the cot, he leaned against the wall. As if unable to stand, he let his legs buckle a little, sliding down and settling on the floor, feet spreading out before him. âI sometimes see him in my dreams,â he admitted.Â
There was a heavy pause.Â
Then, âHe visited me more a year back.â
Everyone focused on Soonyoung. Travelling to where his youngest friend sat, he copied his position, continuing, âI told Jihoon about it, actually, right before ActiumâŚI deemed it a sign of the gods.â A small laugh huffed out of him. âHe then corrected me, saying it was all Cheol.â
âTypical,â Seungkwan said, smiling. âTake all the might of the gods and reward himself for it.â
âI cannot blame him, though,â Wonwoo countered, wandering over to the seated duo, looking down at their generalâs son. âA loss of faith can come with a loss of a loved one.â
âYes, but look at us now!â Seokmin reasoned, gesturing to them all. âVictors of the coming generation!âÂ
âBut these so-called âVictorsâ cannot stop a baby from crying,â Wonwoo murmured, sitting beside Chan. âI doubt we deserve that title.â
âHey, at least Chan deserves it.â Seokmin hurried to sit beside the former, watching tenderly over at the baby. âLook, he is silent now!âÂ
âNo way!â Seungkwan exclaimed, sauntering to the group and settling beside Soonyoung, reaching over to inspect the claim.
Sure enoughâat the centre of the most powerful soldiers in Rome, almost slumbering in complete peace, was a silent Seungcheol, happy Seungcheol as he stirred only if Chan moved his hand, or shifted his legs. It was not as if they had not seen a mere child before, but, once again, this bundle, so full of life, was different. This was their commanderâs legacy. Their leaderâs soul extended from his own life-force, his evidence that he loved.Â
This Seungcheol that the five men stared at was the new beginning.Â
It was a long time before anyone spoke. âDo you think he looks more like one over the other?â Wonwoo asked.
âAll babies look the same to me,â Seokmin offered his opinion.Â
By Seungkwanâs incredulous glance, it seemed it was not appreciated. âNo one let this idiot have a child of his own.â
The accused frowned, genuinely hurt. âHey! I should like to have a family one day. Give you all opportunity to become uncles again.â
âI would recognise your baby anywhere,â Soonyoung crowed, âBecause it shall be the ugliest out of ours.â
The gasp that escaped Seokmin had Chan choking out a laugh. Seungcheol stirred at the action, which had the latter immediately stilling. âYou guys need to insult each otherâs future children a little quieter,â he whispered.Â
The former had other plans, though. âWait, can I hold him?âÂ
Chan shot a concerned glance. âFine, but be careful!â he insisted, slowly handing over the bundle to Wonwoo, who, after smiling at him, passed him over at the end.Â
Seokmin began rocking the child, who glanced up at him, languidly blinking up at the soldier. He was ecstatic, softly touching the tiny nose, and feeling his mouth widen into a grin. âSee? He likes me already!â
âYeah, after Chan has done all the hard labour,â Wonwoo commented, beaming at the babyâs expression.Â
âI want Cheol after you,â Soonyoung demanded, crossing his arms, âSo he can see what a real man is like.â
âReal jester, more like,â Seungkwan muttered, earning himself a hard elbow in the side.Â
What Seokmin wanted to do was tell the eldest to wait his turn. He did not have the opportunity when he smelt the air around him, and found it most foul.
Chan noticed it immediately as well, and within the next few seconds, the others caught on. Five pairs of eyes whirled to the baby, who had the audacity to giggle.
Seokmin let out a scream.Â
âBY THE FUCKING GODSâ!â
Everyone scrambled to their feat, the rest struggling to hold back their amusement. âNot so loud!â Chan hissed, though he was restraining a laugh, only successful by the finger on his lips.Â
âStupid damned baby!â Seokmin screeched, holding the bundle at arms length.Â
Wonwoo could not help his laugh, which spluttered out of him. âYou cannot blame a baby for acting like one! It is like scolding a dog for running after a bone.â
The comparison had Soonyoung bellowing out, holding his stomach. âI always knew Seungcheol was annoying, but shitting on us is another low!â
Seokmin visibly shivered, patience running thin. âI hope he is rotting in the underworld,â he cursed, completely merciless.Â
âI hope he is laughing at you,â Seungkwan prayed instead, wiping a few tears from his eyes.Â
Chan only shook his head, walking to the doorway and stretching his head out. âMyrtia!â he called out, catching her tending to the guests in the dining areas.Â
Quickly she arrived at the scene, understanding immediately what had occurred, judging by the menâs reactions. âHand him over, Centurion,â she ordered, he obliging her instantly.Â
âSorry?â Seokmin offered, as if he was the one who soiled his toga. That had the others laughing even more, which had him furrowing his brows. âYou men are the worst!â
âAfter ruining Chanâs night with all our complaints, it is only fair that we turn to you!â Soonyong explained, as if that was perfectly reasonable.Â
Seungkwan cackled darkly. âWe really are each otherâs worst enemy.â
Wonwoo somehow found that incredibly sentimental. âI would not have it any other way,â he said, slinging his arm around Chan, ushering the other three to join in. âAfter all, who knows us better?â
âYou make a stellar point!â The eldest clasped onto Chanâs free side, poking him in the cheek. âI would not wish to befriend any other wretched bastard.â
âYou do not possess the ability to make friends, Soonyoung,â Seungkwan pointed out.Â
âThen what are we?â Seokmin demanded, offended, the last to join the group.Â
âComrades?â
âColleagues?â
âPeople who have seen me naked?â
But it was Chan, who was quiet all this time, observing his olderâusually irritating, sometimes diabolical, yet always belovedâsuperiors, there formed an answer which had been settled in his heart the moment he had found their company nearly a decade back.
âBrothers.â
The men surrounding him stilled, gawking at the centre of their groupâthe centre that was always the core of their brotherhood. Although there was ample opportunity to poke fun at the situation, they found no ground for such humiliation. They only watched as, in an almost comical image, four pairs of eyes softened at the boy who had grown right in front of them.Â
Wonwoo ruffled the youngestâs mop of waves. âAnd you are the dearest out of us all.â
âAnd do not forget it,â Seungkwan said. âEven if we make you seem otherwise.â
Chan smiled at them all, face flushing at the amount of attention received. A comfortable silence fell over them, everyone pondering over different notions, reminiscing of their times together.Â
Soonyoung, however, possibly still a little intoxicated, thought of a completely different opportunityâthoughts of the very near future.Â
âMen,â he began, âI have a proposition.â
The soldiers perked up, about to brace themselves for a revolutionary idea.
âWho wants to spy on Jihoon and _____?â
There was a momentary pause. Chan, visibly horrified, whirled his head left and right, praying to the gods that his fellow brothers felt the same.Â
âGo on, then.âÂ
And as the four eldest centurions shuffled to the nurseryâs entrance, Chan scrambled for a solution, because he would have rather been Mark Antonyâs prisoner than listen to his commander and his wifeâŚsolidify their reunion.
He sucked in a sharp breath.Â
âWait!âÂ
The men paused, looking over their shoulders. âWhat is it?â
That intake of breath was released in complete devastation. So much for calling these utter shits brothers.Â
âHow about we all drink? I shallâŚâ A hard gulp. âI shall join you properly all this time.â
They could not believe it at first. Chan, however, trudged over to them, grabbing onto whatever shoulder was nearest. âI mean it.â
He swore his brothers seemed happier in that moment than they had been cradling Jihoonâs child.Â
âWell, what are we waiting for?!â Soonyoung roared, already leaving the entrance. âLet us empty the coffers!âÂ
And as the five most powerful men in Rome ran to be utterly gone with alcohol, Chan could not help but huff out a laugh, and hoped he had done his primus pilus a favour.Â
YOU HAD ALWAYS ADORED THE WAY YOUR HUSBAND SLEPT.
As one of the most esteemed, strongest generals ever walked on Roman soil, Lee Jihoon looked as vulnerable as your baby son as he lay next to you. His body rose and fell with every breath, his arm a strong comfort around you.Â
You could not help the smile that slipped past your mouth, watching him rest so peacefully after two years. You loved every single inch of your husband, but these little pieces of him, offered to you on rare occasionsâwith the sun bleeding through the bedroom windows, cool air drifting inside, kissing your skinâwere a treasure rarer than all the wealths of the empire.Â
You dared not wake him, lest the moment ended, only allowing your fingers to stretch a little forward. Your fingertips caressed the small cuts, scars on his skin, wishing you could fill every crevice of his battle-worn face with your liquid love.Â
How beautiful he was, with or without what his experiences added onto him.Â
Perhaps he could feel the adoration radiating off of you, for he began to stir faintly, humming to your caresses. His arm around you pulled you closer, and you were mere inches from face.Â
What fortune to be so close to him, because you witnessed his eyes flutter open. Dark, chocolate irises welcomed you, and you wished with your heart that you could dive into them, and be forever lost in their haze.
âMorning,â you uttered, smiling.
He offered a lazy one in return. âMorning, my love.â
You almost beamed. âI love it when you say that.âÂ
His brow raised absentmindedly. âWhat? Morning?â
You tutted. âI think you need to sleep some more.â
âHmmmâŚâ he nuzzled into your neck, closing his eyes. âI will if you sleep with me.â
âBut I already am.â
He craned his head back, nestled in your chest. âI think you know what I mean, vita.â
Involuntarily, you caught your lower lip between your teeth, and by the look on Jihoonâs face, he had half a mind to copy your actions.
Perhaps you would have let him too, if you did not hear a suspicious sound.
You perked up, head turning towards the door, where the origins of the voiceâvoices, as you listened inâlay. Your husband, catching onto your change of countenance, stretched himself before sitting up straighter, eyes squinting at the door.
Grabbing onto your clothes, which lay unceremoniously on the floor, you half-dressed yourselves before you reached just before the entrance of the room. The voices were much louder, a sense of agitation filling each one.
The loudest of the noise, amongst all the bickering, was a soft wail.
ââyou stupid prick, I told you not to feed it that!â
âWell how was I supposed to know what it likes?â
âI hope you and Seokmin never have childrenââ
âGods, Jihoon is going to be raging madâ!â
âWhat it deserves for being called Cheolâ!â
You did not get to hear the end of the discussion, for Jihoon grabbed onto the doorknob and burst open the door.
Shrieks were heard on the entrance, five centurions stumbling into your bedroom, one with a special, wailing package in his hand.
âBy the gods!â your husband exclaimed, shaking his head at his subordinates, scrambling to stand straight. âWhat are you all doing, muttering about behind our door?â
âUhhâŚgeneral!â Wonwoo declared, earning a sharp hiss from his friends. âWe actuallyâŚuhhhâŚâ He looked at the others, confused. âWhat were we here for?â
Soonyoung, rubbing his temples, seethed, âSeungcheol, you idiot!â
âAh, yes!â Wonwoo straightened, deepening his voice to pretend sobriety. âSeungcheol!âÂ
Seokminâs eyes widened. âBut Seungcheol died years ago!â
Seungkwan then smacked him around the head. âNot that Seungcheol, you fucking idiot!â
You are the fucking idiot, you ugly bastard!â
You glanced at Chan, whose focus only lay on the crying child. The one who held him looked as if he might burst into tears too, but you spoke up before you had any more crying children in the house. âHere, let me tend to him.â
The boy handed you your son, but you noticed he dared not look you in the eye. âIs something the matter?â you asked him softly.
Soonyoung scoffed at your question. âSilly little virgin has been shitting his toga ever since he heard you two fucking like rabid dogs.â
âWatch your filthy mouth,â your husband guttered, which had the scolded-man shrinking back behind Wonwoo.
Seokmin snickered, Seungkwan smirking as you glanced at the youngest. âChanâŚâ you trailed off, not really sure on what to say.
Thankfully, your husband seemed to have a solution. âChan, please grow up,â he remarked, crossing his arms over his tousled clothing. âYou were holding my child mere seconds ago.â
âHe just needs to stick his cock into someone,â Seungkwan said, a bit too matter-of-factly.
âOr something,â added Seokmin, the honey wine clearly still talking.
You saw Chan physically recoil from the statement. âWhat did you even have in mind?â Wonwoo asked, nose scrunching in distaste. âActually, I do not want to know.âÂ
âSober up, the lot of you,â you said, unable to stay serious, despite the death glares Jihoon offered them. âI need you all to help me clean the place up today.â
Everyone unanimously groaned, causing the latter to get irritated. âIf I hear a sound from you pathetic drunkards, then itâs 40 miles around the city.â
Soonyoung turned his head to you, clearly exasperated. â_____, did you bite his cock or something?â
âSoonyoung!â You gasped.Â
âI need to lie down,â Wonwoo groaned, turning towards the door. âI shall be dunking myself in a well nearby.â
âTake Seokmin with you,â Seungkwan drawled, fixing his hair. âMaybe this time he will actually drown.â
âIf I drown little man, Iâm taking you with me,â the man snapped.Â
âChan, dear, please sort them out,â you requested, hearing him sigh.
âI shall try my best, my lady,â he mumbled, knowing that his best efforts will be in vain.Â
As he began to leave, you called out his name. He looked back, and you smiled as you rocked Seungcheol in your arms. âYou are his favourite, Chan.â
The revelation had his frown morphing into a small smile, bowing his head ever so slightly before turning to his centurions. âLet us give our general some privacy.â
Seokmin grumbled underneath his breath, following after Chan. âAs if they had not had enough privacyâŚcould have made another baby for all we knowâŚâ
Jihoon focused his gaze on Soonyoung and Seungkwan. âRemember. No fucking about or itâs 40 miles.â
The latter waved his hand, opening the door. âYes, yes, we are aware.â
Soonyoung mocked a salute, adorning a most dramatic drawl. âOf course, your excellency, no doubt at all, your royal highness, please, do give us further idiotic orders to taunt us with, your magnanimous majesty!â
Jihoonâs glare did not waver. âGet out.â
ââŚright on, general.â
And so the last of the centurions were out, you standing at the door as they made to leave. Before they exited, though, they all simultaneously waved at you, some a bit too enthusiastically, others a soft gesture.Â
âAve, _____! Ave, general!â
And they left, laughing already with plans to bring more merriment into their lives.
Your husband joined you, leaning against the opposite door frame. âI have a feeling theyâre going to drag poor Chan into some brothel.â
âI think the boy would pass out before that would take place,â you said, chuckling as you glanced down at your child. âAt least he takes care of Cheol well.â
âDoes he?â
ââŚbetter than the average soldier, then.â
âAt least they had fun yesterday.â Jihoon took a step closer, observing his son giggling at his motherâs entertainment. âThough they test my patience everyday, they deserve all the reward.â
âDo not exclude yourself, my love,â you reminded him. âYou did not enslave yourself to your armies to disregard yourself like that.â
âI do not exclude myself.â His hand reached out, holding Seungcheolâs little head. How strange, that his entire head could fit in his palm. âI am simply happy with what I have right now.â
He offered you a smile. âI am more than happy with you and my son beside me. I ask for nothing more.â
You returned his smile, heart bursting at the seams as he leaned in, enveloping your lips with his in a sweet kiss.
And as the two of you played with your son in the morning light of the Roman sun, you snuck glances at your husband, the light of the Empire. The Eagle of Rome.
Finally, your home was now complete.
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Dichotomy of Thought || 11
Past and further chapters here.
Simon and Johnny make up.
|| Chapter warnings: Anal fingering, anal sex, baby-trapping, medication tampering, medication control.
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Your boyfriend manages your medications, a one-man pharmacy.Â
Every morning the pills are waiting for you on the table in the foyer beside where you deposit your keys in the evening. There are two of them.Â
The first is oblong, tan. Your boyfriend hoards and hides the bottle, but youâd fished the information pamphlet that came from the pharmacy out of the trash, and you know everything there is to know about it from that page jam-packed with text. Sertraline, 50mg. Otherwise known as Zoloft. Just swallowing the tasteless pill makes you remember the even darker days than the ones youâre living now, the ones that had led you to that waiting room with your boyfriend in the seat beside you waiting for a doctor to see you. How do I know if Iâm depressed, you had asked the doctor, bold as anything even with your boyfriendâs hand on your knee, or if my life just isnât worth living?Â
Youâd learned. By God, youâd learned.Â
The other pill is your birth control. Round, sometimes blue, sometimes white, depending on where you are in your cycle. Today it is white andâ
It looksâdifferent.Â
He wouldnât, you think to yourself, thumb nudging at the pill in your palm, like seeing it from a different angle might jog your memory of it. He wouldnât do that. A kid is the last thing he wants. He wouldnât sacrifice his own freedom just to keep you trapped underneath his thumb.Â
Exceptâwouldnât he?Â
âHurry it up,â he says, yawning, like you kept him up late last night. âI want to go back to bed.âÂ
You try to take a picture of the pill in your mind before you drop it onto your tongue, taking a swig from your water tumbler, but your brain feels so scrambled that you forget it right away. You canât even remember the colorâhad it truly been white, or had it been the pale sky blue of robinâs egg?
It goes down like a lump of chalk. He makes you show him your empty mouth before heâs satisfied that you arenât cheeking the pills, and then he kisses you and tells you to have a good day at work, honey.Â
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âRooster wants you in his office,â Jackie says under her breath, helping you hurriedly clear one of your tables. Youâre slow with the splint on your smallest finger, the throb of pain lancing all the way up your wrist each time you use the damaged hand. Jackie has been an angel in khakis picking up your slack.Â
You wish that you had one of the pills that theyâd given you in the emergency department. It hadnât taken away all of the pain, but itâd made your head feel light and floaty and like you could care less if all your fingers were broken. Or maybe you wanted one of Johnnyâs pillsâthe ones that put him in a peaceful sleep. You havenât had such a thing in so long that you canât remember when, even your moments of relaxation tainted until ârestâ is just waiting for the next act of violence.Â
âWhat does he want?â you ask.Â
âProbably to tell you about the raise,â she says. She rolls her eyes and twirls a fingers, mouth set in a grim smile of comradery. âFifty cents. Writing home about it as we speak. Or maybe he wants to grill you about who keeps stealing from the registersâlike we all donât know itâs Ruth.âÂ
Fifty cents. You canât even turn up your nose at it. Every penny is one that brings you closer to that apartment across town. With a promise that youâll return as quickly as you can, you step off the floor (avoiding making eye contact with any customers who would happily sideway you for refills or to complain) and into the back of the house. Itâs quiet back here, cooler. Rapping your knuckles against Roosterâs door, you wait.Â
Thereâs no response, and no sign of him in the hallway. Some of the line cooks are coming in, filtering toward the break room to start their shift. You feel their eyes on you as you stand impotently outside the door. One of them says something to the other, and there is laughter, too loud and boisterous for the enclosed space. Your heart has begun to pound, sweat breaking out at the nape of your neck.Â
âHey,â one of them says to you.Â
âHi,â you mutter, forcing a smile, unable to make eye contact.Â
Still there is no sign of Rooster from either end of the hallwayânever would you have considered the short man your savior. Heart racing, you crack the door open and see that the office is empty. You slip inside, shutting the door safely behind you.Â
The room is as self-important as you might imagine: a desk that seems too large for the space, filing cabinets in the corner. Thereâs a corkboard pockmarked with holes after years of use, and you drift over to it, too anxious to take a seat in the chair on the other side of Roosterâs desk. A calendar is posted there, Roosterâs neat handwriting here and there.Â
Something catches your eye: LOCKER CLEANOUT marked for two weeks from now.Â
It seemed like the last locker cleanout had just happened. You had only collected five hundred dollars back then, but it was far too much to want to explain to Rooster, and you had nowhere else to stash it that was safe. In the end, it had sat in an envelope under the driverâs seat of your car while Rooster took the week and went through each of the lockers to ensure compliance with the restaurantâs rules (all because someone used to have a penchant for leaving snack cakes in their locker leading to a bad case of ants that almost led to the restaurant being shut down). It had been the longest week of your life, like driving around with a live bomb underneath the front seat.Â
Now you have nearly two thousand dollars. Where the hell were you going to put it?Â
The door opens. Rooster looks at you suspiciously, eyes flickering between you and the calendar.Â
âNext time, wait outside,â he says, stepping in and shutting the door behind him. It makes your skin crawl to be alone with him, even if heâs never done anything slimier than asking you to pull a double shift. You know the darkness that lies inside men. All men.Â
âSorry,â you mutter.
âDonât be sorry,â he says, taking his seat in a squeaky rolling chair behind the desk. His smile is a dismal, strained thing, like interacting with you is just as painful for him as it is for you. âNext time, just wait.â Â
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Johnny and Simon spend the day in bed.Â
Johnnyâs knee is propped up on a pillow, red and swollen. Simon lets his fingers hover over it, gentle, feeling the warmth of Johnnyâs skin. Johnny winces, like even the brush of air against his knee hurts.Â
âIt looks infected,â says Simon.Â
âItâs not.â It canât be. Johnny canât handle thatâcanât handle the idea of having to go through the surgery on his knee again, the recovery, the way recovery is just synonymous with pain. No, it isnât infected. âJust looks like that because he hit it.âÂ
Simon leans down and brushes his mouth against Johnnyâs thigh. Itâs meant to be sweet butâwell. Itâs the closest his mouth has been to Johnnyâs cock in more than six months, and just the sight of it has Johnnyâs heart skipping a beat and picking up again in double-time, his face growing flush. Not privy to Johnnyâs thoughts, all Simon does is press a chaste kiss to the skin a few inches above where Johnnyâs swelling startsânevermind what else might be swelling now, too.Â
The two of them lay entwined together, Simon curling up around him. He plants a hand on Johnnyâs clothed chest, right over his heart, like heâs trying to remind himself that Johnnyâs here. That Johnnyâs alive. The look in his eyes is far away, mouth drawn down into a tight frown. All at once, Johnnyâs downright sick of itâsick of them not having anything to smile about. Sick of fighting.Â
Johnny takes Simonâs hand, laces their fingers, and guides it down. Down over his slim, firm belly, watching from the corner of his eye as Simonâs brows climb up his forehead. Down until their hands cup his half-hard cock. Simonâs hand shifts straight away, fingers curling around the solid length, thumb stroking up the side, the gentle rasp of his calloused fingerpad loud against the cotton of Johnnyâs boxers.Â
âYouâre hurt,â Simon reminds him.Â
âDonât care.âÂ
âI do.âÂ
âWe donât have to fuck. I justââ he doesnât know how to explain, how badly he needs to feel something good. How badly he needs to know that his connection with Simon isnât ruined. How badly he needs to see that theyâre still lovers, that Simon isnât just his live-in caretaker. How badly Johnny needs to feel like a human beingâlike a grown man. He finishes, a little lamely: âI just need it.âÂ
Simonâs grip goes firm. Johnnyâs eyes shut, mouth falling open at the sensation. He hasnât even touched himself like this in weeks, and while he hadnât necessarily been keeping track, his cock clearly has been. Simon seems content to go on like this, mapping the shape of Johnnyâs cock through his boxers, thumbing over the head until a wet sticky spot appears in the cotton fabric, his hand sometimes drifting down to cradle the warm heft of Johnnyâs balls.Â
Johnny, usually impatient, contents himself with this torture. Let Simon tease him all day, if heâd like, until Johnny is liable to go off at the whisper of a touch. The thought has his cock jerking toward the warmth of Simonâs palm, and Johnny groans when his grip tightens.Â
âFucking pretty, arenât you?â Simon mutters, his eyes on Johnnyâs face.
Johnny snorts. He tosses his arm over his eyes, but beneath his arm, heâs grinning. âShuddup.âÂ
Simon clicks his tongue. âBe good, Johnny. Let me look at you.âÂ
Johnny moves his arm and gives his grin room to breathe. His head feels light and airy as Simon sits up and helps him work his boxers down his thighs just far enough to draw his cock out. The first touch of skin on skin has him hissing a breath in through his teeth. Fuck, itâs good. Just as good as it always wasâmaybe even better, because he needs it so bad.Â
âWant you inside me,â Johnny says on a whim, feeling the truth of it in his chest. He doesnât just want itâhe needs it.Â
Simon leans down and kisses him, just a little too hard to be mistaken as anything but desperate. How long has it been for him, Johnny wonders. He spends every waking moment with Johnny except his perfunctory showers. Does he indulge then, between soaping and rinsing off, holding his breath to hide his sounds while he strips his cock with one slick hand?Â
It takes some maneuvering to get Johnny on his side, knee nicely cushioned. He canât reach back and touch Simon, canât grip his hip and pull him in closer, and itâs just another reason to miss his arm. Because there are a hundred thousand touches Simon deserves that Johnny canât give him anymore.Â
Theyâre lucky for the shelf life of the lube. It warms Simonâs fingers as he works them past Johnnyâs rim. He takes his time, hands shaking where they touch him.Â
âNeed it bad, huh?â Johnny wonders.Â
Simon snorts but doesnât deny it. Just curls his fingers searching for that tender spot inside Johnnyâs ass that makes him grit his teeth. His cock drools onto the bedspread, red and throbbing with his heartbeat. By the time Simon slips inside him, chest to Johnnyâs back, Johnny feels liable to go off at a momentâs notice.Â
For all the time they havenât fucked, Simon remembers everything: the way to touch Johnny,wrapping a strong arm around his chest to make up for the one Johnny lacks, fingers playing with the whorls of Johnnyâs chest hair or teasing one of his nipples; the way to angle his hips to nail Johnnyâs prostate.Â
âQuit,â Johnny groans, shifting until the stimulation isnât so good, so dead-on. His cock aches, balls heavy and tight. âI donât want to cum yet. Donât want this to be over.âÂ
âCanât miss Johnny; dickâs too big.âÂ
Johnny guffaws. The sound nearly startles himâwhen was the last time he fucking laughed? With you in the parkâbut he doesnât need to be thinking about you now, not you with your small, soft hands and the curve of your mouthâŚ
âFuckâtouch my cock, please touch my cockââ Johnny whines, body trembling. Heâs right there, right fucking there, too close to go back now, fuck it all, he wants to cum. Simonâs strong fingers curl around his cock and strip it firmly, and the pleasure inside him bubbles up and over, left too long to simmer. He nearly headbutts Simon in the face, his body shaking and jerking and cum splatters against his belly and the bedspread and down over Simonâs fingers.Â
âJust like thatâso good, Johnny,â Simon murmurs. His pale hand grips at Johnnyâs sharp hipbone, cum smearing against Johnnyâs skin. âMy turn.âÂ
Afterwards, Simon gently helps him undress and goes to get them both fresh clothes. Johnnyâs knee throbs freshly just from his muscles tensing, but he barely feels it. For the first time since his accident, he thinks that maybe things will be okay. He has no armâbut so what? There are many with a lot less. Heâs John fucking MacTavish. He can do this.
Simon has gone still at their closet, holding something in his hands. Johnny leans up on his elbows.Â
âWhat is it?â he asks. âDid you find my lighter?â
Simon holds up with no preamble a skull-embossed balaclava. Itâs worn, the fabric gone gray at its most threadbare spots, but the image imprinted on the front hasnât faded.
âBlast from the past,â Johnny says, throat uncomfortably tight with an emotion he canât name. âThought you threw those out.âÂ
âThought so too.â He doesnât look eager to throw this one out though, his fingers tracing over the teeth, like heâs tracing the lipless mouth of a lover.Â
âYou miss it,â Johnny says, the glow of their sex fading rapidly. Of course Simon misses it. The military had been his entire lifeâuntil Johnnyâs accident. Until Simon had discharged with him, to take care of him. Johnny hadnât just blown apart his own life by going down in the helo in Kazakhstan, he had blown apart Simonâs life too.Â
âNo,â Simon says simply. âItâs not that.âÂ
Johnny frowns. âWhat is it, then?âÂ
âThe night of the poker partyâI was Ghost again. It was the only way I couldâŚcompartmentalize. Stomach it. Iâd forgotten.âÂ
âForgotten?â
Simon glances toward him. âForgotten how useful Ghost could be.â Reaching up, Simon slips the balaclava over his head, adjusting it on instinct until it rests just right against the bridge of his nose. His hair is getting long, little blond strands visible, curling at the ends.Â
âNow I want to fuck you again,â says Johnny, just to fill the air between them, and because sex used to be such an easy way to fill it.Â
Simon doesnât smile.Â
âJohnny.â
âI was just teasinâââ
âNot that,â Simon says. Even his manner of speaking seems different, words clipped, tone short and no-nonsense. âWhat if I wanted to go visit our neighbor?â
The question lingers in the silence between them. Johnny swallows, the sound of his throat an audible click in the tense air.Â
âYou,â Johnny wonders, when he can speak again, âor Ghost?âÂ
Beneath the balaclava, Ghost smiles.Â
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UNMATCHED II.
A/N: soooo you guys were just as horny for a part 2 to this story as i was so here we are, giving in to the temptation. disclaimer, i know their behavior is giving red flag energy but lets just put that aside for the sake of the story now lol
WORD COUNT: 3.8k
WARNING: sexual content, age gap, student-professor relationship
SUMMARY:Â Harry has been trying his best to forget what happened with Y/N, he is set on never making the same mistake, but it seems like fate has different plans for him.
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That skirt. That goddamned skirt. Thatâs gonna be the death of Harry.Â
And also the fact that she went back to that asshole.Â
Sitting in the busy school cafeteria Harry has zoned out of the conversation at the table a long time ago, precisely when he saw Y/N stroll in wearing that short skirt with that dickhead she should have ditched already or better, she shouldnât have even dated him in the first place. But now they are moving in the line with their group of friends and he has his hand on her waist and it keeps inching lower, just a few more inches and his hand could be slipping under her skirâ
âHarry? Hello?âÂ
Stella catches his attention and he is forced to move his focus back to his colleagues at the table.Â
âHuh? Sorry, what did you say?â He clears his throat and keeps his eyes on his half-eaten sandwich in front of him.Â
âWhatâs up with you? You havenât been your usual self lately.â
âJust⌠tired. Iâm behind with my research and have a bunch of papers to grade before winter break.â
âThe joys of being a teacher,â Stella chuckles. âDonât worry, itâll get better with time.â
âReally?â
âNo,â she smirks at him. âBut youâll care less.â
She soon returns to the conversation at the table and Harry finds himself looking for Y/N again. Thereâs no trace of her in the line, but he is quick to spot her at a table across the dining hall, sitting beside Dickhead who has an arm around her neck, keeping her close as he wants everyone to know that they are together.
And it irks Harry way more than it probably should.Â
Itâs been a little over a week since Stellaâs Christmas party and also that very heated and very wrong kiss he shared with Y/N. That weekend was like hell, he kept beating himself over and over about it, cursing himself out for being so stupid and reckless. He still has no idea what came over him that let him make out with a student, but he knew one thing for sure: it couldnât happen again.Â
So when Y/N walked into the classroom before his first lecture early on monday he didnât even let her speak before he got to the point.Â
âIt shouldnât have happened. Iâm so sorry for it, but I canât undo it now. I suggest letâs pretend nothing happened, itâs for the absolute best. No one can know about it and it will never happen again.â
She seemed taken aback by his outburst, but after a bit of hesitation she nodded.
âOkay. Nothing happened. It must have been the wine.â
âYes,â he agreed right away. âWe both drank more than we should have and made a mistake.â
She flinched at his last word, but didnât protest, only nodded, holding her textbooks tighter to her chest. She looked so sad, even disappointed that Harry almost wanted to take back what he just said, but he knew he couldnât.Â
âAre you⌠okay?â he dared to ask, but when she looked at him again, her eyes told nothing.Â
âIâm fine. Iâll see you in class, professor.â
And she was out of the classroom before he could say another word. In class she sat in the back and not even once did she look at him. He knows, because he kept looking at her.Â
Heâs been trying his best to get her out of his head, but with not much luck. Not when all he can think about is how soft her lips felt against his, how insanely good she tasted mixed with the coldness of the night, how amazingly she fit into his palm, the curve of her neck, back, waist and hips⌠and how badly he wants to experience it again even though itâs the worst possible idea.Â
Harry thinks he is going insane. Genuinely.Â
Heâs been burying himself into work, but his focus has been all over the place, so itâs been more like a waste of time. He is one of the last ones in the building today as well. Most professors left a long time ago, but the lights in Harryâs tiny office are still on as he is hunched over a stack of papers. When he has to read over the same line for the twentieth time he drops his pen with a tired groan and leans back in his chair. He takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes roughly, until he is practically seeing stars.Â
âFuck,â he huffs, staring at the papers that are still waiting to be graded. Checking the time on his phone he is surprised to see that itâs already past seven.
He stands from his chair and steps to the window. The campus looks quiet at this time, only a few students are walking towards the dorm thatâs next to the literature departmentâs building. Itâs a wednesday night, the semester ends next week so some lucky students who have no more exams left in the year have already left for the holidays. Harry will be going home right before Christmas, he plans to use those few days of the break to work on his research in peace.Â
From his window he sees part of the parking lot next to the dorm, itâs quite dark there, he almost doesnât notice the figures sitting in the car closest to him, but a few heartbeats later realization hits him.
Itâs Y/N and the dickhead.Â
They are pretty far, but Harry can tell that they are in a heated fight, judging from how Y/N is gesticulating. Obviously he canât hear them, but if he had to guess he would say she is shouting, from what he can see.Â
For a moment he tells him to just ignore the scene, itâs none of anyone elseâs business, let alone his. But when he sees the asshole slap his hands against the wheel several times, making Y/N jump, Harry is moving before he could second guess his actions.Â
He practically sprints down that stairs, already trying to figure out how heâll interject without appearing like a creep, but he forgets all his plans when he is marching towards the parking lot and sees the scene unfold from up close.Â
At some point they must have gotten out of the car, because Harry catches the dickhead getting back into the driving seat, Y/N is crying and tries to stop him from shutting the door, but he swings it with such force that she stumbles forward, holding onto the handle. When Harry sees her almost fall to the asphalt he starts running, just as the car comes to life and he drives away so fast, he almost runs over Y/Nâs feet.Â
âFuck you, Charlie! Fuck you!â She screams after the car, tears streaming down her cheeks.Â
âHey, hey, hey!â Harry rushes over to her, grabs her by her shoulders and turns her away from the direction of the car. âHey, what happened?â
She is gasping for air from the crying as she wraps her arms around her, those beautiful eyes that are usually filled with curiosity are now full of confusion and hurt.Â
âY/N, look at me,â he begs and she hiccups a few times before she finally looks him in the eyes.Â
âH-Harry?â
He ignores how good it feels to hear her call him by his first name again and tries to focus on the situation.
âYeah. Letâs get inside, okay? Itâs freezing cold.â
She nods and lets him steer her towards the building and up to his office. By the time she sits in the old armchair in the corner of his office she has stopped sobbing, but her expression looks just as miserable as before.Â
âIâll make you a tea. Do you like tea?â he asks, stepping over to the tiny side table where he keeps his kettle and tiny tea collection with two mugs. She nods and he is quick to turn on the kettle. He grabs a chamomile filter and drops it into one of the mugs and while the water boils he hands her a box of tissues that she accepts with a quietly murmured thank you.Â
When the tea is done he hands her the mug and sits in his chair, unsure what to say. He definitely did not plan to have her in his office anytime soon and definitely not like this.Â
âGo on, lecture me about being with him,â she says at last, staring into the mug in her hands.Â
âI wasnât planning on it.â
âBut youâd be right.â She looks up at him, eyes still red from the crying.Â
âWhy did you go back to him?â he softly asks, not wanting to make her feel even worse.Â
âI donât know,â she shrugs, looking away again. âHe could be convincing, I guess.â
âHope you wonât believe him after this.â
âNo,â she chuckles bitterly before taking a sip from the tea, leaning back in the armchair. âNot even the sex will convince me to go back to him.â
Harryâs muscles jump at her words. Not because he is such a prude, but because instantly he is thinking about sex⌠and her⌠and his body reacts involuntarily. Clearing his throat he crosses his legs and looks anywhere but at her.
âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have said that,â she chuckles softly, but she doesnât seem sorry at all.Â
âNo, I⌠umâŚâ Harry has no idea what to say. This feels like such an impossible situation, he is definitely walking on eggshells here and the fact that he is semi-hard does not help his case.Â
While he is looking for the right words she places her mug to his desk and crosses her legs, a curious look playing in her eyes as she is looking at him. She appears calm and confident suddenly, like she wasnât sobbing ten minutes ago.Â
âI lied,â she then speaks up.
âAbout what?â
âI know why I went back to him.â
âOh. Okay, why did you?â
She holds his gaze for one⌠two⌠three seconds before her lips part, then she hesitates for one more moment before answering.Â
âBecause I couldnât go to you.â
A shiver runs down his spine at her words, his body is betraying him already, but he hangs onto the last bit of his rationality.
âY/N, donât.â
âDonât what? Donât tell the truth?â
âWe agreed that we are not talking about it again.â
âIâm not talking about that night. Iâm talking about how badly Iâve been wanting you, but knowing I canât have you I went back to Charlie even though I knew I shouldnât have.âÂ
âY/NâŚâ His mouth is dry and he feels ridiculously hot even though the heating hasnât been working too well lately in his office. He is clawing at the arms of his chair, trying to keep the remains of his cool, though it feels like he is hanging on a thread.
âI wonât do anything about it, donât worry. And I wonât bring it up again.â She sounds different this time, the confidence has turned into what feels like disappointment and it lurches something in Harryâs gut.Â
Standing she smoothes her clothes before looking at Harry, a tiny sliver of expectancy glistening in her eyes.Â
âThanks for the tea. I better get going.â
She is already moving towards the door when Harry jumps to his feet, entirely lost about what to think, do or say. He strides after her and just when she is about to reach for the knob, he grabs her other hand, stopping her mid action.Â
But he has no idea why he just did that. His rationality is screaming at him, but with each passing moment he spends holding her hand, the noise gets farther and farther away until itâs lost somewhere in the back of his mind.Â
Slowly, she turns her head, eyes taking in the sight of their touching hands before her gaze meets his. He instantly stumbles back, letting go of her like she was on fire, but she doesnât seem surprised. Instead, she turns around and just stands there, with a calm, but determined look on her face.Â
âCareful professor,â she then speaks up. âI might take your actions as a hint.â
âA hintâŚâ he breathes out, almost mesmerized with her, he is convinced sheâs put a spell on him, because he canât move or think straight, he just keeps staring at her.
âYes, a hint,â she nods shortly. âThat you want me just as much as I want you.â
He swallows down a moan that almost slips through his lips at her words. His whole body is burning for her, palms sweating and itching to touch her and he can almost taste her on his tongue again, desperate to pick up from where they left off not long ago.Â
The tiniest smirk tugs on the corners of her mouth when she sees just how much he is struggling and she takes it as her queue to push her luck just a bit further. She takes a step closer to him, but still leaves some space between them, wanting him to close those last inches.Â
âYou know you can have me.â She cocks her head to the side, blinking up at him innocently. âRight here, on your desk or in that armchair. I want to be your good girl and take whatever you give me.â
âStop it,â he manages to breathe out, but all his strength is gone, it sounds more like a plea rather than an order.Â
âWhat if I donât?â she sassily questions. âWill you punish me?â
Harry whimpers. They both know he is close to breaking and she is not stepping down now and sheâs determined to push him over the edge. Slowly she reaches up, drags a finger across her lips before moving then down, tugging at her shirt at her chest, revealing more of the exposed skin there, then she starts playing with the top button, all while keeping her eyes focused on him. He sucks on his breath, his gaze keeps switching between her eyes and what her fingers are doing.Â
Then it pops open, revealing the delicious swell of her breasts and a bit of the lacy bra as well and he knows he is gone.Â
âClose the curtain,â he simply orders and a sudden rush of excitement washes over her as she quickly moves across the room, drawing the curtains on the window and turning around she is expecting him to be in the same spot, but to her surprise he is right there and before she could say a word, his lips crash down on hers with such force she would have fallen back if he didnât already have an arm around her waist.Â
His other hand is quick to find its way to her throat first, then to her jaw, angling her head perfectly so he can devour her.Â
He spins them around and she gasps when her ass meets the edge of his desk, still kissing her he pushes forward, blindly tossing everything on the desk aside to make room, something clatters as it falls to the ground but neither of them cares to even look. His hands are on the back of her legs and he helps her up until she is sitting on top of the desk.Â
She eagerly opens her thighs and circles her legs around his hips, pulling him closer and when she feels just how hard he already is, pushing against her clothed center, she canât help but moan at the sensation.Â
âItâs a one time thing,â he pants when her fingers start to work on his shirt and his hands find the button of her jeans.Â
âSure,â she breathes out smiling.
âJust to get it out of our system.â
âOf course,â she nods eagerly, and a moment later she is tugging his shirt off his shoulders.Â
Buttons come undone, clothes are thrown across the room and soon enough all of his focus is on her naked chest, his hands exploring the tender, heated skin before his head dips down and his mouth meets her hardened nipples.Â
âOh fuck,â she moans, head falling back as she has an arm around his shoulders, the other one planted behind her on the desk. All while his hands are tugging down her jeans, finally giving him the chance to touch her inner thighs, exploring the warmth and softness heâs been fantasizing about for so long.Â
He gently bites on one of her nipples, making her back arch, burying his face between her breasts before he leans back to get rid of her jeans. She has a moment to admire his naked torso, all the tattoos heâs been hiding under his clothes, his pants are hanging around his knees and his erection is throbbing through the fabric of his underwear. She canât help but smile at the sight, itâs surely one sheâll remember forever.
When her jeans are discarded on the floor he plants his hands on her thighs and pushes them wide open, revealing her drenched panties. He brings his thumb over the wet fabric, lazily drags it over her clit, making her tremble under his touch. Then keeping eye contact with her he pulls his chair under him, sits down and rolls closer so his face is perfectly lined up with her. With his eyes still locked on hers, he leans forward, moves her panties to the side and places a sloppy, open mouthed kiss to her throbbing clit, making her moan so loud, he digs his fingers into her thighs pulling back.Â
âYou need to be quiet,â he warns her and she just eagerly nods, watching him take her underwear off completely and go back to where he was a moment ago.Â
Harry drinks up her taste, he licks, kisses and sucks on the right spots, making her see stars as her orgasm is building up. When she feels two of his fingers slip into her she grabs a handful of his hair, tugging on it.Â
But right when she is about to tip over the edge he pulls back, leaving her in a heaving mess. Reaching into one of his drawers he grabs a condom and standing up he watches her lying on his desk, chest rapidly rising and falling while he rolls the condom on.Â
To his surprise, she gets up and jumps off the desk, taking the initiative by pushing him down back into the chair and straddling his lap. His hands are quick to move to her ass as his cock wedges between her drenched folds. He hisses when she starts rolling her hips, making them both even more feral for whatâs about to come.Â
She leans forward and kisses him, her hand reaching down between them until it finds his cock. She gives him a few lazy strokes to which he hums lowly into her mouth. Then she stops her kisses, lips still brushing against his, eyes meeting again as she lifts herself up just enough to angle him underneath her and then slowly she eases down, letting him enter her inch by inch until she is filled entirely. She gasps at the feeling of her walls stretching around him and they both stop for a few moments, just savoring how perfectly they fit together.Â
She plants both her hands to the base of his neck, kisses him again and starts moving her hips.Â
âFuck, Y/N, you feel so good,â he groans, locking his arms around her, fingers digging into her naked back and side as she starts to slowly pick up her pace, bouncing on him.Â
When he starts thrusting upwards, meeting her movements, her head rolls back from how deep she feels him inside her, his tip reaching the perfect spot.Â
âYes, right there!â she gasps as he buries his head in her neck, kissing and sucking on the soft skin while keeping his rhythm. âIâm so close,â she breathes out, her hands raking through his messy hair.Â
Wanting even more friction she adjusts herself and then starts moving faster and rougher, aching for the release. She looks down, her eyes meet his gaze and she just knows he is as close as she is.Â
âHarry,â she moans and hearing his name fall from her lips is what pushes him over the edge.
Grunting, his thrusts get rougher and fall out of their fast pace, he pushes into her over and over again as he fills the condom and watching him fall apart helps her let go as well. He feels her walls tighten around him while he is still riding out the afterwaves of his own orgasm, her mouth hangs open, nails digging into his shoulders so harshly they surely leave marks.Â
Then they both slowly come off their high and she leans forward, capturing his lips in a much softer kiss than the ones theyâve shared just minutes ago. He gladly returns, their lips melt together and his fingers gently roam her naked back while he is still inside her.Â
Theyâre quiet when she moves off him and grabs a few tissues to clean herself up while he discards the condom. The clothes are picked up from the floor one by one and a sense of unsureness settles between them as they both get dressed.Â
She was the only thing on his mind just five minutes ago, but now that the sex haze is gone, his thoughts start racing. What did he do? What will happen now? This shouldnât have happened but still, he wants to do it again and again and again.Â
As if she knew he was panicking inside, she steps to him, takes his face in her hands and pulls him into a long, passionate kiss that instantly makes him forget about everything else.Â
âDonât overthink it,â she whispers against his lips. âWeâre adults.â
âIâm your teacher,â he hums.
âThe semester is almost over. Grade my last paper and weâre done,â she simply says with very little care about his current status. But he is not that sold on it just yet, hesitation and worry is all over his face. âDid you not want it?â
âYou know how much I wanted it,â he admits defeatedly.Â
âGreat. I wanted it too. And I want it again. So Iâll come by tomorrow again. Youâll bend me over that desk after I had your cock in my mouth, then tell me what grade Iâm getting for the semester and we do it again after that.â
He is already feeling himself getting hard again. Deep down he knows he should say no, but he has no will left to fight with himself anymore. So all he does is nod and then kiss her.Â
âIâll see you tomorrow, professor.â She grabs her coat from the floor and then walks out of his office like nothing happened.Â
Harry falls into his chair and assesses the mess on and around his desk, staring at the spot where she was sitting not long ago. He knows he is making his biggest mistake ever, but sinning has never felt this good.
And right now he is willing to take this risk.
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~đđĄđ đđŠđ˛ đđđŹđđđŤ'đŹ đđđđŤđđ~ Part 3
Part 3 of The Spy Master's Secret Find more ACOTAR works here! Summary: The Inner Circle meets the most important person in Azriel's life. Warnings: Lia rewrites what the Carranam bond is to fit her own fantasy, (Mention of) Bad injuries and domestic abuse, (Mention of) Azriel's dad đ¤˘, Inner Circle loves to STAY in Azriel's business, I actually write Rhys as not an asshole in this one
âMy Carranam.â The Spy Master replied.
No one was given time to think, much less respond, before Azriel had commanded everyone to leave the room. They would have been more reluctant to do so, the desire to know what the hell he meant was painful, had the serious look on the strange femaleâs face, and the look of despair on Azrielâs, had given them the impression this conversation was better left between the two.Â
Out in the hallway, Cassian finally voiced his concern,Â
âShould we have left him alone with whoever that was? He isnât in any state to be fighting back should he ne-â
Amren scoffed at the question. âIâd trust her with him far more than you all.â
 âWhat do you mean? Do you know her?â Elain asked.
âNo, but he is her Carranam. You all might not know the significance of such a bond- I donât even know much about it myself, but I know enough to believe there is no one who would protect and cherish him more.â There was a sort of amazement and respect in Amrenâs eyes that told the rest of them that she was right. Gave them enough information to walk away from the bedroom, content on letting Azriel come to them when he was ready.
â
The Inner Circle was no longer content waiting for their Spy Master to make an appearance. All had been sitting at the dining table for what must have been millenia, plates full with no appetite as millions of questions swarmed their heads. Amren had seemingly been the only one to have any idea what any of this could have meant, but the second she got the chance, she disappeared so she wouldnât be bothered with questions about something that had nothing to do with her.Â
Finally, Nesta broke the silence.
âDo you think he is purposefully trying to torture us by taking forever?â She asked, eyeing the very apparent shadows in the corner that had been slithering to and from the room since they had all sat down. âOr do you think she is-â
âIt would be my fault Azriel was occupied for a bit.â The strange fae announced as she entered the room, Azriel by her side with a slight limp. The two looked⌠strange together, but also so right. White feathered wings stood tall behind the female, nicely contrasting Azrielâs leathery Illyrian ones. Where he was crowned in darkness and shadows, she seemed to have bathed in light. It should have contrasted each other terribly, but their stark differences only seemed to compliment the other.
It also didnât escape anyoneâs notice how their friend looked thousands of times better than he did just hours earlier.
He was still clearly injured, but far from the edge of death he teetered on these past few days.
âHow? Madja could only do so much for him.â Rhysand asked, astonished at how well his brother looked.
She helped him into his seat before taking the empty one next to him. Even as they got comfortable, her hand never left his arm, finding comfort in his touch after days of agony and helplessness.
âJunia is a healer. The best Dawn has to offer.â Azriel said, the pride clear in his voice. It made sense that she- Junia had been from Dawn. A Peregryn and an Illyrian, two lesser fae known for their warrior skills and inherent desire for the skies.Â
âI am not as skilled as Madja, but it's easier to heal when you know exactly what is wrong, exactly what hurts.â Junia said, rolling her eyes at Azrielâs shameless bragging.Â
She let out a deep and rich laugh as she looked at everyoneâs faces, all pained by the many questions swirling around in there. Feyre noted that she hadnât heard such a joyous laugh since Azriel had done the same when Elain had gifted him medicine for all the headaches the Inner Circle gave him.Â
Clearly, whatever bond they had between them was deep.
âYou better introduce me, put them out of their misery.â She teased Az, who had been too caught up relishing her laugh, after a very long and rough berating it was nice to see her not seconds away from tearing out his wings.Â
âR-right. Uh- this is my- well this is-â Azriel stammered.
âMother above Az, donât hurt yourself," Cassian amused.
Azriel closed his mouth as he blushed, unsure of how to go about this.Â
âMy name is Junia. As the brooding bat said, I am his Carranam.â Junia answered, side eyeing Azriel.
Keep it together, Az. It's a little pathetic.Â
Azriel responded to her teasing look with a glare. We havenât had to tell anyone about this in a while. Why donât you try to explain it to these idiots if you are so clever.
Rhysand noticed the silent conversation going on between them.
âYou can converse like Daemati? Is that your ability?â The High Lord asked her.
They both hesitated, realizing they didnât really know how their so-called âtelepathyâ worked.
âNo- or I donât believe so at least. When you communicate with someone, you are doing so verbally, even if not aloud, correct? I donât hear Azrielâs voice in my head, I just feel what he is trying to tell me, if that makes sense.â
âLike a mating bond?â Feyre questioned.
âAlso no. It's not our feelings that are conveyed solely, we can gather more specific meaning from it. Yes, Junia would feel I was not excited for this conversation, but she would also know I was offering her one last chance to leave, should she also not want to deal with all of your⌠strong personalities.â Azriel responded, looking at Junia. He really didnât want to have this conversation with his family.
She laughed at his desperation which, while very clear to her, she knew the Inner Circle was none the wiser to the just how far Azriel was willing to go to leave this table. She could see him coming up with escape routes in his head as he picked up his wine glass.Â
âOh you poor delicate flower,â She teased.Â
Unfortunately, they all still noticed the blush that once again appeared on Azâs face, laughing at their scary brother, head tortured of the Night Court, being compared to a âdelicate flowerâ.Â
Downing the rest of his glass, Azriel finally explained.
âA carranam bond isnât like a mating bond. It comes from an old phrase, A Soul Friend. It gives Junia and I the ability to channel each other's powers, even make them stronger when we are together. Like you noticed, we have a different, more intimate way of communicating, far stronger than Daemati and mates can.â
âHow the hell has no one else here heard of this bond?â Nesta asked, skeptical. Seems like something a group of people as obsessed with the mating bond would know about.
âIt is rare, extremely so. There are also many⌠vulnerabilities that come with a bond such as this. To find your carranam is hard enough, most will never be born with one. But to accept such a bond is dangerous. And unfortunately there have been instances of others abusing such a gift. Tying their carranam up to reap their abilities, taking so much from them that both end up going insane. It became illegal in many places and eventually was forgotten by our world.â Junia answered.
âHow did you find out what you guys had?â Feyre jumped in.
While this was Juniaâs story as much as Azrielâs, she hesitated. Because there was another factor to that story, and she didnât believe she was the one who should talk about it first.
Another glance between the two, a question asked. Azriel answered it by speaking up, âJunia is from Dawn. After my⌠mother was released- rescued from my fatherâs abuse, she wasnât in wonderful shape. Fortunately, Rhys, Cassian, and myself found a place created by High Lord Thesanâs mother that offered aid to those escaping similar situations, Rosehall. That is where Junia worked as head healer. She helped my mother a lot throughout the years.â Such admiration and gratitude in his voice made several people at the table start to tear up.
Everyone was quiet. While Rhysand, Cassian, and Mor knew the story of Azrielâs mother being sent to Rosehall, they hadnât known about Junia, just about the healer Azâs mother had gotten along with-
âYou are the friend of his motherâs he sends gifts to every Solstice?â Mor asked, having been approached by Azriel for help with buying said gifts many times in the past.
âI thought you picked those gifts out yourself? You didnât tell me Mor did all the work.â Junia turned to Az.
âI do pick them out, you just have peculiar taste. I have needed her help locating shops to buy such things before. That's it.â Az defended.
I certainly do have peculiar taste she silently said to Az who, again, blushed at the double entendre.
He quickly cleared his throat, âA few years after my mother had entered her care, while I was visiting, there was an attack on Rosehall. It was one of the families of a newer resident enacting revenge for escaping abuse. When many were hurt or dying⌠or dead, the two of us the only ones available to help, this bond had snapped out because of that desperation. It was new but it felt like it had always been there. We both leaned into the feeling and fortunately it didnât end terribly. Suddenly, my shadows were able to start healing, and were able to talk to Junia, giving her any info on people who needed her help that she couldnât see.â
Everyone was astonished at such a story. So different but also so similar to the mating bond.Â
âSince then we have been each othersâ confidants. While we donât live particularly close, shadow walking gives me the ability to come to him whenever, and vice versa. Plus the connection is always there, even miles upon miles apart.â Junia answered.Â
âWhy keep it a secret?â Cassian questioned, knowing how much a connection like this would matter to Az, but confused because wouldnât he want his family to know about him having such a bond?
âI am not exactly without enemies, Cas. I couldnât have a possibility of someone coming after her because of me.â The sound of raw pain in his voice let his family know that this wasnât something that was simply a fear.Â
Someone had gone after her in revenge.
âYour secret is safe with us. You are safe with us. Should you need anything, just say the word.â Rhysand offered.Â
The two carranam looked at each other. âAfter I spent a while yelling at Azriel for scaring me half to death multiple times in the past few days. We decided that maybe it was best I⌠step back from Rosehall.â Junia explained, sadness present in her tone as she talked about leaving the place that had been her sole purpose for her entire life. âI have healers on my staff that deserve the promotion, including Azrielâs mother, who has used her experiences to really become a confidant and friend to so many of our residents.âÂ
Azrielâs throat bobbed at the mention of just how much his mom had healed and helped since she escaped his father.Â
Excitement filled the room at the possibility of adding another to their family. But Junia was still painfully aware of just how many questions everyone had.
âAlright, now that all the nitty gritty is out of the way, you can all begin your interrogation,â she teased.
All at once, tens of questions left everyoneâs mouth. Not a single one able to be distinguished over the rest.
Azrielâs hand reached down to hold Juniaâs, squeezing her while seeming to say I told you we should have escaped while we could.
They both downed their wine glasses while they waited for the Inner Circle to tire themselves out.Â
A/N: Originally, this was the end. But I think I created so much backstory and also fell too much in love with Junia not to add more. So please let me know if you'd like more to this series! (And what youâd like to see)
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can you do how arcane characters would react to seeing their partner dressed up in a very attractive Halloween costume??
Oh fuck yeah-
Jinx
Jinxâs eyes would light up the second she saw you in your costume, her usual chaotic energy intensifying. Sheâd let out a loud gasp and then immediately break into an excited, manic laugh. âYou look SO awesome!â sheâd shout, unable to contain herself. Sheâd likely run over to you, her hands all over you, admiring the details of your outfit, pulling at the fabric with excitement. âHowâd you do that? Can I steal your look?!â Sheâd probably try to get you to show off for her, demanding that you do a little twirl or model the costume from different angles, all while giggling like a maniac. But under her craziness, there would be a look of absolute admirationâsheâs so into you in that costume.
Vi
Vi would pause for a second, her jaw dropping slightly as she tries to take in just how stunning you look. Her usual tough, no-nonsense demeanor would falter, her face turning a little red as she stammers, âW-wow⌠you look⌠incredible.â Sheâd be awestruck but also very proud to have you on her arm, the protective streak in her coming out as she immediately takes a step closer, wanting to keep you to herself. Her eyes would constantly flicker over you, her mind not entirely focusing on anything else for the moment. âIâI mean, damn, youâre looking real good,â sheâd murmur, though sheâd be blushing the entire time.
Sevika
Sevikaâs reaction would be more subtle, but no less intense. Her eyes would scan your costume slowly, and sheâd give a low whistle. âNot bad, not bad at all.â Sheâd try to maintain her usual cool, aloof demeanor, but there would be a heat in her gaze, and her usual sarcastic smirk would soften into something more appreciative. âI could get used to seeing you like this,â sheâd say, her voice low and husky. Sheâd likely pull you close to her, hands resting possessively on your waist. She may even get a little possessive, keeping you close and making sure no one else gets too close. âJust remember, youâre with me tonight.â
Silco
Silco would have a bit of a calculated reaction, but the desire and admiration in his eyes would be impossible to miss. Heâd raise an eyebrow and observe you carefully, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. âYou do know what youâre doing, donât you?â heâd say in his usual low, smooth voice, his eyes dark with approval. He wouldnât openly gush like Jinx, but his attention would be fixed solely on you, and he would make a point to remind you how incredible you look. âI hope you realize youâve just made it impossible for anyone else to compare.â His words would carry a mix of appreciation and possessiveness, his arm quickly wrapping around your waist as he pulls you in for a kiss, marking you as his.
Vander
Vander would be the gentle, protective type whoâs taken by surprise at how gorgeous you look. His eyes would widen for a brief second, but then heâd soften, a proud, almost fatherly smile forming on his face. âWell, donât you look beautiful,â heâd say, his tone warm and sincere. Heâd reach out to hold your hand, giving it a tender squeeze, making sure you feel cared for and appreciated. Heâd be protective but in a way that was full of respect, as if he were holding onto a precious gem that he didnât want to lose. âIâm lucky to have you,â heâd add quietly, his eyes full of love.
Ekko
Ekko would likely grin the second he saw you, his face lighting up with genuine excitement. âDamn, [Y/N], youâre lookinâ fire!â heâd say, his voice filled with admiration and a touch of disbelief. His hands would immediately reach out to pull you closer, eyes scanning every inch of your costume. âYou know, youâre making it hard to focus on anything else when you look that good.â Heâd probably tease you a little, playfully bumping his shoulder against yours. âYou sure you can handle this much attention?â His excitement and affection would be clear, but heâd also be a bit shy about how stunning you look, maybe hiding a slight blush under his usually cool demeanor.
Jayce
Jayce would be all over the place, his usual charming self kicked into overdrive. His face would light up with a huge grin, and heâd immediately start complimenting you with unrestrained enthusiasm. âWell, I must say, Iâm impressed,â heâd say, his voice filled with genuine admiration. âYou look absolutely amazing.â His hands would hover around you, unsure if he should touch you or just admire from afar. âHow did you even manage to look this good?â heâd ask, his voice almost in awe. His excitement would be contagious, and heâd definitely make sure you knew that you were the star of the show tonight.
Viktor
Viktor would take a more reserved approach, his eyes immediately locking on you as soon as you entered the room. His usually analytical mind would be momentarily overwhelmed by the sight of you in such an attractive costume. Heâd take a slow, appreciative breath, unable to hide the slight smile tugging at his lips. âYouâre⌠quite striking,â heâd say, his voice soft and sincere, but thereâs a warmth in his eyes that wasnât there before. Heâd try to keep his composure, but the way he kept glancing at you would betray his fascination. âItâs hard to concentrate on anything else when you look like this,â heâd admit, stepping a little closer, his hand gently reaching for yours.
Caitlyn
Caitlyn would be the picture of elegance, but underneath her calm and composed exterior, she would definitely be stunned. Sheâd take a moment to collect herself before offering you a sincere smile. âYou look absolutely radiant,â sheâd say, her voice soft with affection. Her hands would reach out to touch you, a subtle sign of how much she appreciated the way you looked. Sheâd tease you a bit, a playful glint in her eyes. âI hope you donât mind all the attention youâre about to get. You look too good to be ignored.â Her protective instincts would kick in, but it would come across as sweet, not possessiveâshe just wants to keep you all to herself.
Mel Medarda
Mel would observe you with a cool, composed gaze at first, but underneath her calculated demeanor, she would be very impressed. âYou look stunning,â sheâd say, her voice smooth and confident. Sheâd circle around you, eyes appraising every detail of your costume, and you could tell by the way her eyes lingered on you that she was enjoying what she saw. âYou always know how to turn heads.â Sheâd pull you close, her lips curling into a small smile as she whispered, âAnd youâll turn mine tonight, too.â
Ambessa Medarda
Ambessa would be unapologetically intense in her reaction. Her sharp eyes would flicker over you, assessing every inch of your costume with a predatory gaze that made your heart race. âYouâre dangerous,â sheâd say, her voice deep and commanding, as if your appearance had just elevated you to something beyond ordinary. Sheâd step closer, her presence almost overwhelming as she lightly grazed your cheek. âNo one else will compare to you tonight,â sheâd whisper, her tone full of possessive heat. Sheâd pull you in for a kiss that would leave you breathless, a silent promise of what the night would bring.
Maddie Nolen
Maddie would immediately smile, her eyes lighting up with excitement. âWow, you look amazing,â sheâd say, her voice warm and full of admiration. Sheâd instantly walk up to you, giving you a playful look. âYouâre going to have to fend off all the other admirers now,â sheâd tease, though itâs clear she only has eyes for you. Sheâd probably touch your arm or your waist, her hands lingering just enough to make you feel her affection. âLucky for me, Iâm the one who gets to be with you tonight.â
Lest
Lestâs reaction would be a mix of curiosity and delight. Her cat-like eyes would widen as she took in your costume, and her tail would flick with excitement. Sheâd approach you slowly, her hands almost instinctively reaching out to trace the fabric or any details of your costume. âMmm, youâre quite the sight,â sheâd purr, her voice soft and sensual. âI might have to be careful not to get too distracted by how irresistible you look.â Sheâd give you a playful wink, her feline nature making her extra touchy-feely as she leaned in, her nose brushing against yours in a gesture that felt more affectionate than anything.
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Rightfully deceived
Chapter 5
Summary: When a marriage promise forces Y/N to step up for her younger sister, she gets something she always wanted. But when the truth comes out, her new husband Dean is not so happy about the mix-up. Will she loose it all? Or will she be surprised in the end?
Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 5355 (Sorry! đ)
Warnings: 18+ only!!! arranged marriage, some tension, angst, perilous situation, smut
A/N: This is a long one, guys. But I didn't want to split it up again. All mistakes are mine! Enjoy!
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Running down the stairs Y/N saw Millie standing at the bottom who called after her, but she could not stop. She told her that she needed a minute and kept running out of the castle. She did not care about the looks from the others as she ran towards the staples. But she did not stop there.
Benny called after her, Sam too who stood next to him, but Y/N gave them no reaction. After she left the stable behind her, she just kept running. Up the next hill as far as her feet would take her and until the castle was no longer visible. Y/N first stopped again at a small group of trees where she could hide inside. She needed time to think and just wanted to be alone. At least for a little while.
Here, her tears could fall freely and her heart could break. Another crack breaking the smooth red surface. She just didn't know what to do anymore. Dean wasn't on her side. No, he preferred another woman. And of course she understood his anger, but it had been over two months now. He should slowly get used to it or at least try to understand her side. It wasn't easy for Y/N either.
The fact that she loved Dean didn't make it any easier. His distance and that cold shoulder hit her hard. It could be so easy, if only he saw her as more than the woman who had robbed him of his happiness. He didn't mention Helena anymore, but sometimes she had the feeling that he looked at her and saw her sister's face.
Maybe she should just walk away, pack her things and disappear. Unfortunately it wasn't that easy. She had no money of her own and there was no question of her taking Dean's money. And she couldn't and didn't want to go back to her father. She missed her clan and the life she was used to for so long, but she actually wanted to start over here with Dean. She loved him and that was the problem. Deep down, she just couldn't leave him. She was hopelessly lost.
A cool wind rushed through the branches and leaves, swirling the fabric of her dress. If only she had grabbed a coat. She found a moss-covered spot near the roots of a large tree, where she sat down and leaned her back against the trunk. She wasn't ready to go back yet.
Dean had just stared after Y/N before the anger caused him to sweep his desk empty with his arm and knock any objects onto the floor. He took a few deep breaths before took to his heels and ran after her. At the bottom of the stairs, Millie was standing exactly as he had left her before.
"Where is she?" he asked and Millie pointed a finger to the door.
"She went out."
So Dean made his way towards the entrance of his castle, but Millie hold him back.
"Dean, wait!" she lightly grabbed his arm to stop him. "Don't go after her. At least not right now."
"What?" his brows furrowed. "But I need to talk to her."
"I know her, Dean, believe me. She was so upset... give her some time to calm down. No matter what you said to her now, she would take it the wrong way."
"I... I don't like that. I should talk to her right now. There was a misunderstanding that needs to be cleared up."
And by that he meant the last sentence that slipped out of his mouth. He shouldn't have said that and he had to clarify that. But he also had to clarify other things. Y/N's words had made him think and he had realized that his behavior towards her simply wasn't fair. However, he had been staying away from her for different reasons than she probably assumed.
"What happened up there?" MIllie asked.
Just as Dean was about to tell him about the package, the door opened and Benny and Sam walked in. So the two men were also brought up to date and then Dean expressed Y/N's suspicion that it was Cassie. Sam and Benny exchanged a look that didn't go unnoticed by Dean and Millie looked down so as not to reveal that she knew about this assumption.
"What? You already knew about it?" he asked incredulously.
"Dean..." Sam started. "Cassie always wanted to marry you."
"So what? That's her motive? She knew that I was going to marry someone else."
"Yeah, but she was not happy when she heared that Y/N is not the right woman." Benny said.
"I mean... you only need to look how she behaves infront of you." Sam pointed out.
"And how she behaves towards Y/N. She makes it pretty clear that she is not happy that Y/N is here."
Well, that were news to Dean. But on the other hand, he had been gone for a while. He had never noticed that Cassie avoided Y/N like that. No matter who he saw Y/N with, they all seemed to like her now and she seemed to get along with everyone. She fit the bill really well.
"Okay. This is not happening. Not under my watch." Dean said and made his way back up the stairs. "Call everyone into the dining hall!" He had to do something.
Fifteen minutes later all the clan members were gathered around the large table, at the head of which Dean stood, the package in his hand. A murmur went through the crowd as no one could really explain what the problem was. Dean looked around and saw Jo and Alex standing with Cassie. Benny was standing near the door and Sam was across the room from him. Millie had fought her way to Jo without Cassie or Alex noticing her.
"When I came back from my business trip today, I actually had the impression that everything was fine. But then Y/N found this in our bedroom." and with a thud he dropped the package onto the table after removing the lid.
The severed cat's head almost fell out of the box, causing shocked exclamations among those present.
"This is a threat that should go to Y/N. But this threat also goes to me and I cannot and will not accept that. Y/N is now my wife and I had the impression that you all received her well But apparently I was wrong."
An incomprehensible murmur now went through the crowd, accompanied by the underlying question of who could do such a thing. Dean observed the reactions of the different people, but couldn't notice anything unusual, not even with Cassie.
"So that's how it's going to go here now." Dean raised his voice a little so that everyone would really listen to him. "Whoever did it has the opportunity to own up to it and admit it now. However, if that person doesn't speak up and I find out who it was...then God have mercy on him."
It was slowly getting dark and the temperature had dropped noticeably, but Y/N still couldn't go back. She had seen Sam and Dean riding horses across the countryside, calling out to her. She could also hear Benny, who was probably looking for her somewhere near the stables. Still, she couldn't reveal herself.
If Dean confronted her now, she would probably pour her heart out to him. She had noticed one thing in the last few hours. Her nerves were pretty thin and she wouldn't be able to handle any further rejection of her confession. She still hadn't completely calmed down. So she would now wait until the men gave up their search for the day and then sneak into Arrow's stable.
It took a few hours until Y/N felt safe enough to head back. By now it was pitch black and the cold was now creeping into her bones. Even though she was probably no longer visible, she walked slowly and deliberately. Always keeping an eye on the castle and its surroundings while she ducked again and again.
A lantern was burning in the stable and the candle wouldn't last much longer. However, it still provided enough light for Y/N to find the right box. As soon as Arrow recognized her, he whinnied happily and raised and lowered his head. She immediately tried to calm him down so that he wouldn't give her position away. However, that took a few moments.
"Oh Arrow. What am I supposed to do?"
The horse pushed Y/N's head closer to him as soon as the young woman stood in the box with him. As if he understood her words and recognized that she was struggling inside. She hugged him back, enjoying the feeling of safety and familiarity in that moment.
"That came from the stable! I think it was Arrow!"
Suddenly she heard Benny's voice, which seemed to come from the castle. But he wasn't alone.
"I'll take a look!" Alex called back, seemingly closer.
Oh no, she didn't want to be discovered yet. But after looking around and not really finding a place to hide, Y/N went to the end of the box, sat on the floor and piled the hay up above her. She tried to hide under it as best she could and just hoped she wouldn't be noticed.
Then she heard footsteps coming towards her. She could still see a little through the pile of hay above her head and at some point she saw Alex's legs and how he was walking through the stable. He stopped briefly at Arrow, spoke a few words to him and then went out again.
"She is not here. Everything looks normal." Alex stated as he seemed to walk back to the castle.
Relief flooded through Y/N ââand she was able to release the breath she had previously been holding. Quietly and carefully, she dug herself out of the hay again. The candle in the lantern barely gave off any light now. Arrow came over and sat down next to her, resting his head on her lap. Y/N also leaned into him a little.
"Just a little longer." She whispered while petting Arrow. "I'll just stay with you a little longer and then I'll go back."
Dean paced around the bedroom. It was already the middle of the night and Y/N still hadn't returned. A bad feeling slowly began to spread within him. After all, it was his fault that it had gotten this far. He had scared her away and made her feel like running away was the only solution. His absence and the silence with which he had punished her had been too much.
And yes, he now knew that he had unconsciously punished Y/N with his behavior. He hadn't married the woman he wanted and in a way Y/N was to blame. But that wasn't really why he had acted like that. Because now he also knew that there was an even more confusing reason for him. He stopped in front of the window and looked out into the cold, dark night.
Back then he had already imagined everything in his head. What the wedding with Helena would be like, their life afterwards here in his castle. What the next five years could have been like. The first child, then the second. For a long time these had just been fantasies for him, but after he got to know Helena, he could easily imagine that the fantasies could be true. He had really had feelings for the young woman.
But then the wedding night was over and in the next morning came disillusionment. He hadn't married Helena, but Y/N. That really threw him off track. And yet there were parallels between him and his wife. That's why he took her with him. And actually he had planned to just see how it goes. It was just the way it was now.
But the journey back to the castle alone had been a challenge. As soon as Y/N sat in front of him, his penis began to stir again. Her soft, round ass against his hips, the scent that wafted from her hair into his nose, had inevitably brought back the images of their night together.
And from then on, every night had been difficult for him. Every minute he had been alone with Y/N ââhe had had to pull himself together. So often his fingers had itched to hold her in his arms or even kiss her. But he wasn't sure if she would have wanted that. After all, she had married him out of necessity and not because she wanted to.
So he went on business trips. But the distance didn't make things any better. When he lay in bed at night and let his thoughts wander, he always saw Y/N in front of him. He thought of her, of the things she had told him and of their night together. She had really caught him off guard and made him long for her. How crazy was all that?
He couldn't stay in the room any longer. With his coat in hand, he made his way back downstairs. The castle lay still and quiet, peaceful, as if nothing had happened. He opened the door and stood on the stairs, his gaze turned back to the dark landscape. His wife was out there somewhere and he was just hoping she would come back so he could talk to her and explain himself. So he could finally do it right.
"Dean?"
Slightly startled, Dean turned to the voice and recognized Ellen, who was standing in front of the kitchen with a candle in her hand and looking at him in surprise.
"What are you doing here?" she asked and came over to him.
"Y/N is still out there somewhere. She still hasn't come back." his gaze turned back.
"But she will come back eventually. She probably just needed time. After what you told me, Dean... you really made a mistake."
"I know!" he exclaimed angry at himself. "But I'm hoping it's not to late now."
Ellen didn't say anything else, but her heart ached a little for Dean. She was also worried about Y/N and hoped that she would show up again soon. She placed a warm hand on Dean's shoulder, showing him her silent support. After a few minutes, however, she broke the silence again.
"Has anyone come forward about the allegations yet?"
"No. And it looks like noone will either."
"She was really on edge last week. Whoever followed her had made her feel really uneasy."
"You also knew about it?" Dean asked surprised.
"Yes. She told me about it."
"Did she also tell you that she that she suspected Cassie?"
"No. But that does not surprise me." Dean looked at Ellen questioningly and she smiled a little. "Have you ever seen how she looks at you? She's jealous. And she's ignoring Y/N since the moment she came here. It would make sense."
With that Ellen was right, but he could hear a 'but' in her sentence. So he asked he to explain.
"when you called the meeting this afternoon and showed us what it was about, Jo overheard Cassie talking to Alex."
"And?" Dean now was eager to know.
"She wasn't as shocked as everyone else about the contents of the box, but she was probably still surprised. And then she said to Alex that she thought the act was good and that it was a shame that she hadn't thought of it herself."
"So she indirectly admitted that it wasn't her... And Jo believes her?"
"Yes. And I believe that too, by the way." now Dean looked surprised and Ellen explained her statement. "She once helped me in the kitchen and was supposed to pluck a chicken. She almost vomited. And the animal was already dead."
"So she couldn't have killed the cat." Dean mused.
"No. Not her. Unless she had an accomplice. But I believe Jo that it wasn't Cassie. My daughter has known her longer than I have."
That made sense in Dean's eyes. "But who was it then?"
"That's exactly the question, Dean. Who did it?"
Early the next morning Benny made his way to the stable. He hadn't been able to find any real peace either. So he wanted to check on Arrow. The sky slowly became brighter, making last night's frost glitter like stars. It had been the coldest night yet. He lit the lanterns and then ran the boxes. Everything seemed quiet, but when he glanced into Arrow's box, he had to do a double take.
There, right next to Arrow in the hay, lay Y/N and she was pretty pale. Benny walked straight towards her, which startled the horse, but it remained calm on the ground. Upon closer inspection, Benny saw that Y/N had sweat on her forehead and her lips were blue.
He didn't have to think about it for long. Benny lifted her out of the hay into his arms and made his way to the castle. She urgently needed to get somewhere warm and Dean needed to know about it too. He hadn't left the stable when Alex stood in front of him, looking quite frightened.
"Go call Dean. Tell him I found Y/N and that she needs help." Benny ordered, but Alex didn't seem to be able to move. "GO!"
Suddenly the young man came back to life and turned around to run back into the castle. Benny also hurried to get there while speaking quietly to the woman in his arms. He noticed how she was shaking and the cold radiating from her body worried him deeply.
He was just walking in the door when Dean appeared in front of him and took Y/N into his arms. But the two were not alone. Apparently Alex had woken up half the castle.
"Benny, ride off and bring the doctor here immediately! Don't take any detours and if he refuses, then tell him that money doesn't matter!" Dean called over his shoulder as he hurried up the stairs with Y/N.
Millie followed Dean straight up the stairs and opened the bedroom door for him when they reached the top. After they entered, Millie pulled back the covers so Dean could lay Y/N there and tuck her right back in.
"Millie, can you please get a few more blankets from the guest rooms? I'll light the fire in the meantime so that it gets warm in here."
"Of course." Milllie said and set off straight away.
After Millie disappeared from the room, Dean looked down at Y/N. Her face was so pale that her blue lips formed a shocking contrast. God, this was all his fault. Just because he once again spoke first before he could think about his words. So he did something useful and started the fire in the fireplace.
Still, it took over an hour for Benny to get back. Only he didn't have the doctor with him, but someone else. A thin man with dark skin sat on another horse. Not as dark as Cassie's skin, but different nonetheless. He wore a turban on his head.
âDoctor MacGregor wasnât home. He was called to an emergency in Dundreggan last night. But his guest from India is also a doctor." Benny pointed to the man next to him and introduced him. "This is Mr. Gupta. He's an... ajurwedish doctor. Correct?"
"Yes." the man said with an strong accent. "And I'm here to help. If you're willing to let me."
For a moment Dean was skeptical, but then he remembered that every second counted. And so he gave the man his hand and explained the situation to him as they made their way up to Y/N. He saw the concerned and puzzled looks from some of the others they passed, but he ignored them.
Mr. Gupta examined Y/N thoroughly, explaining every step and his findings to Dean. They had already done the right thing by wrapping her up warm and heating the room well, but that wouldn't be enough.
"She is hypothermic. Her body temperature is already in the critical range. Under no circumstances should the room lose heat. At some point she will try to free herself from the blankets, but that must not happen either."
Meanwhile, Millie was back in the room and she and Dean took in all the information and agreed on care for Y/N in the next few days.
"In addition, I will prepare a decoction and a warming paste for her. If used regularly, her condition should improve in the next week. But it will take time."
But Dean didn't care. The main thing is that Y/N would feel better soon. He wouldn't lose her like this. That was out of the question.
Y/N felt weird. She felt hot and cold at the same time, her head was pounding and she was shaking. She noticed noises but couldn't identify them. In general, she didn't know whether she was dreaming or awake.
Whenever she tried to free herself from the sea of ââblankets under which she felt buried and was sweating from the heat, Dean's face appeared above her, encouraging her to stay under the blankets.
Other times, when the cold made her shiver and she felt the blankets being pulled away, she tried to bury herself under them again. But even then Dean's face appeared, reassuring her that it wouldn't take long as he caressed her. But when he stopped, these parts of his body became really warm and drove away the cold.
And sometimes she had a terrible spicy taste in her mouth that made her thirsty. Then Millie was with her to help her drink. Or were those just dreams too? She simply couldn't tell the difference and so she always hoped that her consciousness would just slip back into the silent nothingness where she could no longer feel anything.
The next time Y/N woke up she felt different. More awake with a clearer mind. She was still cold, but she finally felt like herself again. And she realized that this wasn't a dream. She was really awake. With tired limbs, she moved slowly and moaned slightly.
"Y/N? Y/N!" She heard Dean's excited voice and searched for him with her eyes once she got used to the brightness.
"How are you? Do you need anything?" suddenly he was at her side, holding her hand.
"No, I... I'm fine. I'm just... a little tired and I'm still a little cold." She said quietly, wondering what even happened.
But it didn't take long for the memories to catch up with her again. She didn't go back the night after she escaped. She had fallen asleep at Arrow's side and had lain in the freezing stable all night. It had been her own fault.
She saw Dean take a deep breath and close his eyes briefly before speaking again. "Stay there. I'll call Millie and the doctor." and then he disappeared through the door.
Half an hour later, Dean made his way outside and walked over to Sam, who was chopping firewood. With a firm step he ran towards his brother, who looked at him worriedly after noticing him. Sam put down the axe.
"Dean? Is everything okay?"
"Yes. Yes, everything is fine." answered the older man, took the ax in his hand and began to boldly chop wood.
"Are you sure? Is something wrong with Y/N?" Sam probed.
"No." he swung the axe. "She woke up and was lucid again." again the ax thundered downwards. "She's doing much better than she has in the last few days." with the third blow the log was split.
But then Sam realized what was really going on with his brother. He had seen how the guilt had eaten away at Dean over the last few days. He had made huge accusations against himself, even if he hadn't admitted it. So Sam left him alone with the firewood, knowing that Dean would have to use it to release his pent-up emotions. But still the hope spread within him that this was finally the turning point.
An hour later, most of the firewood had been cut down and Dean was sweaty and exhausted. But he felt better. Now it was time to start all over again.
He made his way back into the castle when Mr. Gupta came out. Dean thanked him for his help and said goodbye to him with kind words. The doctor had made another decoction and prescribed Y/N two more days of bed rest in addition to a hot bath, but he was sure that she would recover completely. She just had to take it slowly and Dean would make sure of that.
When Dean came into the bedroom, it wasn't as warm as before and Y/N was still sitting in the hot tub. She was slightly startled when she saw Dean come in, but didn't say anything. That hit Dean a little, but he could also understand her behavior. After all, he was guilty of it himself and it was entirely up to him to change that.
He undressed and walked towards the tub. Y/N scooted forward to make room for him and once he was in the tub, she wanted to get out. But Dean stopped her and made her sit back down. He picked up the bar of soap that was lying on a small stool next to the tub and immediately recognized the scent. That's why Y/N always smelled so seductive.
By now the bar of soap was pretty thin and he made a mental note that he needed to bring her some again. After Dean had cleaned himself up, he leaned back in the tub and gently pulled Y/N along by the shoulders. She reacted a little stiffly at first, but quickly relaxed again and secretly enjoyed the feeling of finally being able to be so close to Dean again.
When the water slowly got cold, they got out of the tub again. Dean first so he could grab a towel for Y/N. He held it out to her openly after Y/N also had both feet on dry land and wrapped it around his shoulders. Suddenly they were so close. Body to body, face to face that Dean cleared his throat and had to take a few steps back so he didn't do anything rash.
"Dry yourself off and then go back to bed. I'll get you some real food." Dean said as he quickly got dressed and then disappeared from the room.
Later that evening, when Y/N was slowly making her way to dreamland again, Dean sat by the fire and looked over at the bed. Y/N lay there with her eyes closed, cheeks rosy, hair down and a relaxed expression on her face. And for the first time in days, Dean was able to breathe deeply.
After he had brought his wife and himself something to eat upstairs and they were sitting together, he remembered a situation that had happened in his childhood. On one of their trips when he and Sam were younger, his brother once fell into a frozen lake. Her father noticed immediately and didn't hesitate for a second to pull him out and Sam was quickly fine again.
Nevertheless, he had told Y/N about it and she seemed to just absorb his words. So he didn't stop talking. He told her about many things and she literally hung on his every word. Why hadn't he done this before? It was so easy to confide in her and even though he didn't like talking about himself in general, he felt comfortable with Y/N in doing so.
The tiredness slowly overcame him and so it didn't take long until Dean settled down in bed. Moving close to Y/N, he quickly fell asleep too.
But just a few hours later, Dean woke up with a start. He didn't know why, but his hand immediately searched the side of the bed next to him, expecting to feel Y/N. But her side was empty and already cold.
âY/N?â he exclaimed, sitting up at the same time.
"I am here. I couldn't stay lying down anymore." She replied quietly with a smile and his eyes found her directly.
She was sitting by the fire, her hair falling over her shoulders and she had a book in her hand. But Dean couldn't take his eyes off of her. The orange glow of the flames painted her face and made her appear almost angelic. Dean's breath caught in his throat and he sank back onto the bed.
'God, she is so beautiful. Why didn't I notice this before?' he thought to himself.
After a moment he straightened up slightly and looked over at Y/N again.
âWill you please come back to bed?â
Y/N looked at him a little surprised, but then nodded. "Okay."
She put her book aside and came back to the bed. Dean had already lifted the blankets, implicitly inviting her to slide closer to him. Y/N was very happy to accept this offer. Once she was at his side, her head on his chest, he covered them both again.
"You really scared me." Dean said shortly afterwards into the comfortable silence.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." Y/N replied quietly.
Dean looked down at Y/N. "Please don't just run away again. Not until I can talk to you."
Upon those words Y/N looked up at Dean. "I won't. I promise." and she meant it, because she wouldn't be able to go through this again.
They looked deeply into each other's eyes and suddenly it was as if time stood still. Dean couldn't hold back anymore. With a hand on her cheek, he leaned down to Y/N until his lips were on hers. He kissed her carefully at first, but Y/N didn't seem to mind the kiss. And as soon as Dean felt her tongue on his lower lip, he was done for.
He deepened the kiss and turned a little more towards Y/N, who was able to put her leg on his hip. His hand moved up her thigh until it came to rest on her ass.
She buried her hands in his hair and began to slowly rub herself against him. She moaned slightly into his mouth while his hand, which was on her butt, went back to wandering. The nightdress that Y/N was wearing had slipped onto her own hips. With his thigh he opened her legs a little more so that his already stiff cock could nestle against her warm center.
Dean could already feel how wet she was and he had to hold himself together not to just push into her. But when Y/N's hand landed on his ass shortly afterwards and she pushed him closer to her, he literally slid into her. So he turned her so that she was lying on her back and sank his last few inches into her.
They both groaned and Dean wasted no time. He moved slowly but forcefully inside her. He carried out each of his thrusts with passion as he uncovered Y/N's breasts and caressed them there with his mouth. He licked her nipples and bit them tenderly, making her moans grow louder.
At some point he picked up the pace a little and licked from her breasts over her collarbone to her neck. That bittersweet pressure built up inside Y/N again and she searched with her lips for Dean's, who was only too happy to kiss her back.
He felt Y/N start to throb around his cock and began to chase his own orgasm. Y/N moved with him, holding onto his shoulders and as she jumped over the edge, he followed her just seconds later. He poured himself deep and hard into her while Y/N enjoyed the aftershocks.
They both looked deeply into each other's eyes as their pulses slowly calmed down. But neither really wanted to let go of the other. So they lay there entangled in each other and fell asleep together again.
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ahhh miss congeniality au, my beloved!!!! đđđđđŠˇâ¤ď¸ truly, truly, truly i feel like this au could be so much FUN if i could find the discipline and motivation to just sit down and write it lmao. but i will say i v much enjoyed fitting all the pieces together for this snippet so here's hoping it awakens something in me askdjhf
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Eddie never imagined becoming a special agent. Then again, he never imagined becoming a single dad either.
But FBI work actually keeps him chained to a desk a hell of a lot more than regular police work used to and the payâs better.
Heâs regretting that decision right about now.
âEddie, it has to be you.â
He pinches the bridge of his nose, quickening his step even as Chimney continues to keep pace with him.
âIt absolutely doesnât, Chim.â
âThe whole office agrees-â
Eddie stops short, whirling around. âJust because the little simulation version of me you drew up on the computer had an eight-pack-â
âMy computer does not lie, Diaz-â
âI donât have time,â Eddie cuts in. âI canât be away from Chris that long.â
âItâs one week. Less, if you do your job right.â
Eddie makes a face.
Itâs the stupidest thing heâs ever heard. A charity firefighter competition that he really thinks sounds a hell of a lot like a beauty pageant. Sure, thereâs obstacle courses and stuff to complete but heâs not sure what a speedo competition has to do with being a competent firefighter. The cause is noble, he guesses, but there has to be a better way to raise money than deciding whoâs the most specialist firefighter in all of Los Angeles.
Especially when the host â Captain Bobby Nash â is the target of a bomb threat.
It wouldnât even have landed on their desk if not for the fact that three people with ties to Bobby Nash and the LAFD had received bombs in the mail over the last two weeks.
Athena thinks their best chance to take down the mail bomber is to have someone on the inside, to infiltrate the competition and investigate the contestants while also being the FBIâs eyes and ears throughout the week.
Hen and Chim, of course, volunteered Eddie for the job.
âI donât like undercover work.â Itâs an oversimplified version of the truth â that Eddie hates having to perform for an extended period of time and that this competition sounds like his own personal version of hell. Also, as much as he knows heâs in good shape, he doesnât actually want people ogling his body for a week straight.
Chim gives him an incredibly unsympathetic clap on the shoulder. âJust use those big, brown eyes of yours and wow the judges with your salsa skills and no one will be any the wiser.â
Eddie opens his mouth to argue back when another voice cuts through their conversation.
âShe said yes!â
He and Chimney both look up to find Hen running towards them, a beaming grin on her face. âAthena said yes! Better start practicing your poses, Firefighter Diaz.â
Well, shit.
-
Captain Bobby Nash has got a made-for-TV smile that has Eddie understanding why he got the hosting gig over every other fire captain in LA.
âSpecial Agent Grant,â he says, shaking Athenaâs hand with a warmth to his expression that Eddie doesnât expect.
Athena clearly doesnât expect it either because she clears her throat as she pulls her hand back. âCaptain Nash. This is Agent Diaz.â
Nash redirects his attention to Eddie, extending his hand once again. âGreat to meet you. And please, call me Bobby.â
âYou too,â Eddie says, flashing a polite smile and following Athenaâs lead to take a seat in front of Bobbyâs desk.
âSo I take it thereâs been some progress in the case?â Bobby asks, settling into his chair.
Athena purses her lips, exchanging a look with Eddie. âNot as much as weâd like. Given that we still donât have a trace on the letter the bomber sent and the LAFDâs reluctance to cancel the competition, weâve decided to send one of our agents in undercover.â
Bobbyâs eyes immediately flick to Eddie and Eddie feels the ridiculous urge to straighten his posture. âIâm guessing thatâs where you come in, Agent Diaz?â
âNot that we want to undermine the integrity of the competition but it will be imperative that Eddie makes it to the final,â Athena says. âItâs the best chance we have of catching the bomber if we canât determine a suspect before then.â
Bobby leans back in his chair, regarding them both with an unreadable expression. Finally, he cracks a smile. âWell, he certainly looks the part.â
âHe gets that a lot,â Athena snorts and Eddie ducks his head to hide the heat in his cheeks. Itâs bad enough when itâs Hen and Chim ribbing him; he didnât actually think Athena ever overheard them.
âWhich firehouse is he representing though?â Bobby asks. âAll of the contestants have already been chosen.â
Without missing a beat, Athena hands over a file that Eddie knows contains the fake details of his new identity. âApparently the 133âs entry came down with an awful bout of food poisoning.â
Bobby accepts the manila folder with a faint smirk. âWell, thatâs a shame.â
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âDiaz. Diaz, do you read me? Over.â
Eddie rolls his eyes as he steps onto the bus ready to ship the contestants to the opening luncheon. âYes, Chim,â he mutters under his breath. âI can hear you; stop yelling.â
âRemember to smile, Eddie.â Thatâs Hen.
How Athena thought they were the two best suited to oversee this, heâll never understand.
He scans the length of the bus, looking for an empty seat. The whole place is overrun with burly men in too tight t-shirts talking animatedly to each other. It takes him a second to realise one of the men in question is waving at him.
Heâs got curly hair and a golden retriever-esque eagerness to his smile. âEdmundo?â he asks. âFrom the 133, right?â
Eddie clears his throat and rearranges his face into a smile as he makes his way to the empty seat. Though calling it an empty seat feels generous when the firefighter all but shoves himself against the window to make room.
âHowâd you know who I was?â he asks, genuinely curious. They only finalised the details of Eddieâs position in the competition yesterday and they made sure to leave any of his information off the official competition website.
âOh I did a little deep dive on the other contestants but you were the only one who didnât have a picture so I figured it had to be you.â He shrugs with an affable charm before offering Eddie a hand. âIâm Evan Buckley, with the 118. Everyone calls me Buck though.â
âHeâs cute,â Hen says in his ear.
âLike a puppy,â Chim adds.
Eddie ignores them and shakes his hand. âUh, you can call me Eddie,â he greets. Changing his last name was necessary; he refuses to go by Edmundo for the next week. Itâs only then that he clocks the station number Buck said. âYouâre part of Nashâs team.â
âYeah,â Buck says, beaming with pride. âBobbyâs the best captain ever. You know some of these guys have it out for me because they think heâs gonna play favourites even though heâs not a judge. Heâs just the host. But whatever, itâs not a big deal.â
The dejected look that creeps onto Buckâs face suggests it very much is a big deal even if he wonât admit it. Eddie feels a pang of sympathy. The guy seems harmless, even with all the rippling muscles. Then again, heâs not surprised a competition this testosterone-fuelled has people acting territorial.
âThey just want an excuse for when you beat them in the first round,â Eddie says, mostly to fill the silence but also to get this Buck guy to stop looking so downtrodden.
He definitely doesnât expect the way Buckâs whole face lights up in awe.
âYou think Iâve got a shot at making it to the finals?â
The earnest hopefulness in Buckâs voice catches Eddie off guard and Hen and Chimney in his ear donât help.
âAww Eddieâs making friends!â
âForget friends! Eddie, heâs cute; keep flirting with him.â
Eddie bites down on the urge to tell them to fuck off and makes himself smile at Buck instead. ââCourse you do. Some of these guys are lucky they even made it this far.â
Truthfully, Eddie hasnât even taken the time to look at anyone else on the bus all that much yet but the words tumble out of his mouth without permission. And in the face of Buckâs delighted grin, he canât find it in himself to take them back.
âThanks, man,â Buck says bashfully. âHey, you have anyone to share a room with at the hotel yet?â
âPlease tell me thereâs only gonna be one bed,â Hen squawks gleefully in his ear.
âUh I donât know. Are they assigned or-?â
âThey figured since most of us know each other we could pair up however we want but- umâŚâ Buck trails off, making it clear no one has offered to share with him and well, it seems like he knows a lot about the other contestants. That could be good for Eddie. To get information and close the case. Obviously.
âYeah, man. We can share.â
âAwesome!â Buck declares, slumping more comfortably in his seat and bumping his shoulder âprobably accidentally â against Eddieâs. The bus gets moving then and Eddie takes the opportunity to scope out some of the other contestants.
Itâs unlikely their suspect is another firefighter but not impossible.
âSo how come Iâve never seen you at a scene before?â
Eddie blinks, redirecting his attention to Buck whoâs looking at him curiously.
âOh uh, I just transferred in the last couple of months.â
âFrom where?â Buckâs expression doesnât look suspicious and Eddie has to remind himself not every conversation with a stranger needs to be an interrogation.
âUm, El Paso,â he says, immediately cringing on the inside. This man does not need to know any of his real life personal details.
But Buck only smiles again. âCool. Iâll have to look out for you on calls from now on.â
And itâs not said flirtatiously or anything like that but Buck looks bashful again and Chimney is cackling his ear about how, âEddieâs got a fan,â and Eddieâs stomach does a strange, traitorous flip.
But this is fine.
Everything is fine.
Itâs just-
Itâs going to be a long week.
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ĂolofinwĂŤ, AnairĂŤ & Grandchildren
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Children of ĂolofinwĂŤ - FĂŤanĂĄro, Nerdanel & Telperinquar - Sons of FĂŤanĂĄro
Now for Arafinwe and kids!!
HC:
Fingolfin: Fingolfin did look up to Feanor a lot when he was younger and would try to act like him, wearing white, red, and gold, as well as trying to become a smith one time, but later when it became clear for him Feanor had no real interest he began doing a mix of being the opposite of Feanor as well as just trying things he thought he would like before wondering if either Feanor or Finwe would approve. While I think his relationship with Finwe was great I still think it had its flaws, especially when Finwe decided to go with Feanor to exile after Fingolfin had been threatened BY Feanor, neither do I think he ever felt that close to the Vanya, as after all he was a Noldor prince, and while not the first in line, he wasn´t the last either. Of his siblings, he was closest to Lalwen and would take her counsel highest. I do think that upon his death he thought he did what was best, after all, all was hopeless, but maybe he could sacrifice himself for more peace for his people, and while doing that, maybe he could see AnairÍ again? I also think he took much pride in his grandchildren, although only being aware of one, and made a big deal out of being there for all his children, supporting them in whatever they wanted and helping them try different things, as long as they would never fight among themself.
AnairÍ: AnairÍ came from a noble family and knew Fingolfin in his youth before they decided to marry. After Finarfin married Eärwen, who AnairÍ became close friends with, she would happily take her children to visit their uncle and aunt, building expressly upon Turgon and Finrod´s friendship. While I think she took pride in being fully Noldo she did not support Feanor, thinking him rash in his speeches, and neither could she follow her people after the first kinslaying both because of the humiliation she felt upon seeing it as well as the grief, and later would move in with Finarfin and Eärwen, grieving for her lost children and husband.
Idril: As a half Vanya (5/8 Vanya??) she leans a lot into her mother´s traditions, both by covering up her hair as well as not braiding it, and while the Vanya doesn´t wear as much jewelry as the Noldor they do wear big pieces when they do, and Idril finds some kind of middle ground. I think she used to wear some gold, like her mother, before the crossing of the ice where she lost both her mother and legs (last part is a HC). While before she chose to only wear silver it was because she idolized AnairÍ and wanted to be like her, while after it was some kind of denial later becoming a fashion choice (?). - I do HC that the first year after ElenwÍ´s death Idril only wore her mother's jewelry to feel close to her, but after having to accept her mother was gone she would try to avoid anything that would remind her too much of her.
Maeglin: I know I talk about it at every chance, but I HC ĂOL AS A MAIA AND I WILL NOT BE TOLD OTHERWISE, so I give Maeglin glowing eyes too for that reason. Turgon, when it gets pointed out to him, because his whole family and most of his Lords have glowing eyes, just shrugs it off and blames Melian for it. I like to think that while there wasn´t a lot of galvorn Maeglin still learned how to forge with it, he and Aredhel have jewelry made with it. He dyes his hair tips light purple as is costume to some of the Avari, to color it, as that he thinks Ăol is a Avari and he therefore is part. Yes, he has dark purple hair after Ăol but thinks that´s just something some people do have, after all some of the Sinda (Luthien&Daeron) have blue hair and Ăol purple, why can´t he have it too?? Nobody really notices as he dyes it anyway, and Aredhel is 99% sure Ăol is a Maia which is why Maeglin too has purple hair, but why would that matter, he is mama´s boy after all.
Gil-Galad: I am fully convinced Ereinion is just some guy - I HC Gil as an adopted child of Fingon, later adopted by Orodreth, and lastly Cirdan. Most of his jewelry is taken from Fingon and Orodreth, more or less without permission (light kleptomania), Orodreth would pretty much ignore it, whereas Fingon would find it funny and "accidentally" loose piece Ereinion would have shown in interest in, making a big deal out of looking for it before shrugging with a laugh declaring he didn´t care and whoever found it could keep it in front of Ereinion. Most of this is because of his upbringing, I HC him as a child of Angband, later becoming a bad habit, although he would only take things from people very close to him and give it back if asked. His vitiligo is also from Angband, as I HC those born close to Ainur suffer effects from it either physical or mental, which means that the biggest amount of elvers with born disadvantaged come from Angband, whereas the Ainur wouldn´t even try to lower the effect they have on elvers and humans, thereafter Valinor (but only certain places - where the Ainur "lives" which means that very few elvers actually live there, so it is very very few, although I do HC Edrahil of being affected by the Ainur in Valinor), and lastly Doriath.
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Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 4 part 6
(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])
(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7])
(I can't believe I squeezed six entries out of this dang episode!!!)
agatha sees billy waking up and takes her usual moment to wipe all genuine emotion from her face and put on her mask. it's getting increasingly clear that this wretch of a woman is always wearing a mask and playing the larger-than-life uncaring witch she wishes she could be
not that she cares about you or anything.
billy does that thing children do. he doesn't say thank you or ask why she's crying, he asks about himself, his current troubles and fears, looking for guidance. that's the wonderful thing about a parent, they give a child a safe environment to grow and make mistakes and explore. A parent is, or should be, selfless. That billy feels safe doing this with agatha tells you he instinctively trusts her much more than he realizes.
agatha never lies to billy
and the way she's always drawn to teaching and explaining and guiding despite herself. deep, deep down agatha is a nurturing person who only ever got to nurture for a short time
I just realize agatha cannot actually say the name billy, can she? because of the sigil. so this is her going, I know it's still you kiddo, behind all that. I see some people arguing that agatha might actually think he's Nicky at first and personally I don't believe that's the case, the dialogue is muddy only to mislead the viewers before the big Wiccan reveal.
Two reasons agatha knew this was billy all along: she's had three centuries to sit with nicky's loss now. nicky is gone for good, no matter all her tricks and her pleading and her endless pit of sorrow, that is the one irrevocable fact that she will never be able to change. that is the cornerstone, the whole core of who agatha is today. she has lost nicky, she has committed unspeakable horrors to cope with that loss. she is afraid to die because nicky is on the other side and she cannot face him.
The second reason is that agatha loves billy for being billy, not just as a nicky stand-in. she was uniquely equipped to understand and empathize with wanda, and that's even more true for billy because he's a little boy and agatha's whole heart is wired and predisposed to reach out to him. she saw the miracle that was his birth, she saw first hand what chaos magic can do. this is a child flung out in the world carrying an immense power and no instructions on how to use it. he's capable of terrible things that could easily turn him into a monster and a pariah, and agatha is, besides wanda, the only person in the world who truly understands what that means. do you remember what happened to agatha at around the age billy is now? everything in her is demanding to guide and help. selfishly, because all that power would be hers to control. selfishly because he reminds her of herself and she wants to undo what her mother did to her. and selfishly because helping billy would in a way redeem what she did to nicky.
and also, selflessly. because she wants to help him grow and be successful and be happy.
billy created the Road to find tommy, sure. but what he's been doing on the Road is finding community. or rather, getting close to witchfolk to find out who he is in relationship to them, exploring the identity he was born with that he cannot express with his adoptive parents. he started with a lot of silly ideas on what witches should and shouldn't be and created trials that are, let's face it, rather stereotyped and demeaning. next trial is agatha and he is puzzling her out now, willing her to become the ideal witch and mentor he's looking for. he's doing it with the grace of an elephant in a china store, but that's just what being a kid is.
aaand the wall is all the way up and she runs away. but we made some progress there, didn't we?
oh to be a vampire and getting to bite patti lupone's neck
rio looks so engrossed and fascinated listening to lilia! rio just loves people, you know? she loves life in all its multifaceted forms, and that's not at odds with her job description at all. she is The Green Witch, she has embraced nature, which is to say life, so completely that all of it is important and precious to her. my headcanon is that as the original green witch she started ferrying souls because she deeply understood and accepted death as natural and organic and sought to help it along. it's funny, lilia is terrified of her but if asked, rio would have such a long list of things that make lilia special.
and that such a being would fell in love with agatha of all people?? god that is amazing. that is how you write a beautifully doomed epic love story. billions and billions of humans throughout history, and agatha is who caught her eye. and not because agatha is a serial killer mind you, that's just foreplay. it's because she is the most intense, the most interesting human Death ever came across. while others saw a damaged girl, rio saw poetry in her extraordinary complexity
and then, through agatha and nicky, rio experienced grief from a new point of view. Death, no longer impartial.
a wiser future Lilia pays another brief visit
and she's gone. her puzzled little face!
from being awkward and fearing her oddities to laughing with her about it. another step toward a deeper understanding, and acceptance, and love.
look at agatha's body language when she approaches. uncertain, arms crossed. these people have seen her without her mask now, openly weeping about billy
and then she puts her hands in her pockets and postures, ready to underplay things. pppft, crying? moi? you guys must have dreamed it.
alice with her big compassionate heart will never be able to think of agatha as cruel and distant again
agatha picks up rio's flower
rio looks at her
pretends she wasn't looking when agatha looks back
you could cut the damn tension with a knife
jen trying to include agatha??? man they did really see her cying fr
look how interested lilia is! I wish shows could just be 15 hours of women hanging out and chatting, no plot, just vibes
agatha glances at rio as if saying, you know exactly which scar this is. and rio chuckles because she remembers the story. THE INTIMACY BETWEEN THESE TWO. I'm going feral again.
what is this, camaraderie? community? perhaps even, dare I say it, friendship???
agatha doesn't know what to do with herself!
behold the textbook definition of 'awkward turtle'
oh rio's DETERMINED
'no you don't' 'yes I do' STOP IT YOU STUPID GAYS
agatha all casual like honey I've seen every inch of that body
just... the way they fell into a rhythm. the doMESTICITY.
lol jen's and alice's gaydars pinging at the same time. like somETHING FRUITY IS AFOOT. AND WE WOULD KNOW.
and fuck fuck fuck fuck I cannot believe I've run out of space again and I need to do a part 7
LOOK WHAT THESE LESBIANS ARE DOING TO ME (it'll be up in like an hour guys don't worry)
go to episode 4 part 7
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-Sevika x Reader
Synopsis: {Sevika has some trouble with her mechanical arm, you offer her help}
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The pale light of the moon was drowned out by the neon signs that flicker soft colours of pink and blue which bleed through your small apartment, it was the only source of light guiding Sevika through the room before she finds the light switch, clumsily flicking it on.
It had all gone so horribly wrong so quickly, what was meant to be a simple drop off and pick up turned into a violent messâ fucking useless, she thought bitterly. Itâd be the last time she would work with some newbies who couldnât tell their left from their right.
Her frustrations were bubbling over, that much was clear when she slams the front door shut, immediately wincing at the loud noise and once again she silently curses, this time at herself.
It was well past midnight and you were definitely knocked out like a light, it was endearing how quickly you fell asleep, one moment the pair of you would be talking then the very next you were snoring your head off. The thought of you curled up in your shared bed with your face smushed against the soft pillows makes her smileâ the type that softens her hardened features.
It almost made her forget about the dull ache that seized her muscles, almost. She needed a drink.
So with a bottle of whiskey and her toolbox, you had so kindly brought for her spread out on the coffee table she sat down on the couch trying to fix the mess that had become of her mechanical armâ which was so much more harder to do by herself, without you there to unscrew the screws she couldnât reach or to hand her the right tools⌠or to caress her cheek with those soft hands of yours, fuck, she had missed you more then sheâd like to admit.
Sevika had been at it for hours, fumbling with one stubborn screw that had been lodged stuck. It refused to come loose for love nor money and it was driving her up the damn wall that she throws the stupid screwdriver across the room, watching it bounce across the wooden floorboards with a loud clang and a thud.
She stares down at it with a small scowl, scoffing before reaching for the bottle of whiskey.
âSev?â whatâre you doing?â Your soft voice, heavy with sleep ripples through the silence, breaking down the spell of anger that seemed ever present.
âNothing, go back to bed, Iâll be there in a minute.â She mumbles the reply, ducking her head down to look at the floor beneath her, it was almost ridiculous how fast the guilt hit her. Sheâd woken you up at god knows what time with her banging around.
You shake your head at her dismissal, padding your way over to her with a small frownâ your hands tightening the silk robe you had wrapped around your body. Without a word she moves her legs so you can perch yourself on the edge of the coffee table, sitting in front of her.
âYou wonât be able to fix it if youâre drunk.â You tell her, a small smirk ghosting over your lips as you watch her put the bottle of whiskey down on the table with a small huff.
âItâs not the alcoholââ Sevika replies gruffly, her heart skipping a few beats at the feeling of your hand against her knee as you rummage through her toolbox. âIt needs a specific part.â Gods, you made her feel like a lovesick fool sometimes but damn if she didnât absolutely adore the feeling.
With a soft hum, you let your fingertips graze along the metal fixings of her prosthetic arm, the joints were all broken and a couple of cogs were missingâ itâd be easier to fix if it was detached and by the look on Sevikaâs face she knew this⌠but it was a pain to do.
âI could-â you go to offer her an alternative, eyes skimming across the mechanical arm as your tired mind runs a mile a minute.
âJust help me take it off,â She concedes with a weary sigh, nodding over to the screwdriver which youâre quick to pick up.
She didnât like having it off, to feel so vulnerable and defenceless. In a strange way, it scared her. Sure she could probably knock a guy or two out with one hand but it was still daunting to feel so stripped in such a way.
You stand up from the coffee table, situating yourself in between her legs as you begin to gently unscrew the bolts, handing them over to her one after another as she puts them safely into a bag. Then with a soft hiss of air, the arm comes loose, the weight falling from Sevikaâs shoulder and down on the sofa beside her.
âWeâll fix it tomorrow⌠get that specific piece.â You promise her with a tender smile, looking down at her from where you stand with her rough hand resting over the curve of your hips from between the opening of your silken robeâ caressing up to your waist slowly.
âMmhm.â She hums in agreement, leaning forwards to bury her face into your soft tummy with a heavy sigh that borders on a groan as you skim your fingertips along her cheek and through her hair ever so slowly that it has her nuzzling into you like a damn cat.
Gods, you knew just how to dismantle her⌠you were a dangerous womanâ her kryptonite.
âCâmere.â She mutters, pulling you down onto her lap without a single second thought. Her strong arm wraps around your waist, holding you against her as you melt into her bodyâ her fingers brushing along your hip.
âCome to bed Sevâ you look like youâre about to pass out.â You whisper, turning your head to get a good look at her with those soft eyes of yours⌠so tired and sweet.
âI will just let me hold you like this for a minute.â She replies back, bumping her forehead against your ownâ pressing a kiss to your cheek then burying her face into the crook of your shoulder, a muffled âI love youâ spoken into your skin.
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đđđđđđ ~ Chapter One
Summary - đđŁ đŹđđđđ the High Lord of Night Court Rhysand and Y/n meet during cruel dark times. During Amarantha's ruling over Prythian. Finding each other during such a time the two secretly fall deeply in love with one another. Both having a rare bond tethering them together... a mating bond. A bond that they both cherished and held close to their hearts. Though they loved each other dearly there was something that was missing. A missing piece they could feel deep within. It caused the two to grow a longing feeling within. It didn't deter their love for one another. But they just knew there was a blank space in their bond. After so long the two mates finally find the missing piece... another mate.
Pairing - Rhysand x Female!Reader x Feyre Archeron
Universe - pre acotar - acowar [it may go into an au after acowar not sure yet though]
Warnings - Gore, Death, Blood, Characters may be a bit OOC, Mature Themes, Semi Smut or Smut NOT Sure Yet, Violence, Language, Abuse, Mention of Past Abuse, Mention of SA and SH (but nothing descriptive), War, Things Will Be Changed Sort Of, Fluff, Angst, Some Sensitive Subjects, Mating Bonds, Poly. Relationship MxFxM, More Will Be Added If Needed.
Disclaimer - I do not own the series ACOTAR - ACOWAR. I do own certain characters, and I own my mc. I do own somethings that are made up. And i own my writing and whatnot you get where im going and what i am saying lol.
Shaking her head she found herself able to wake up. A groan escaped her lips at the pain in her head and the pain that traveled all over her body. But then a whimper escaped her soon after. Opening her eyes slightly she was met with the ground beneath her moving slowly. Her vision was still blurry. She then felt two strong grips on her arms holding her up. Along with cuffs around her wrists and a collar around her neck all connected to chains. She then realized that she was being dragged somewhere. Feeling the ground scraping against her legs.
Opening and closing her eyes rapidly she tried to clear her vision. Once cleared another whimper escaped her as she tried to get away from the two holding her. But it was no use because she was too weak. But a cry escaped her when she felt someone suddenly yank at the metal collar around her neck. Causing her to gasp and cough. It seemed there was someone behind her.Â
âYou better stop. You know Amarantha wonât want a possible new pet to be banged up too much by us. We already did enough when catching her. Sheâd want to do the rest herself.â Â
She heard one of the males dragging her say. After he spoke they were all soon laughing at his words. She was now confused and terrified. But hearing the name Amarantha she realized where she might be now⌠Under the Mountain. A place she dreaded and wanted nothing to do with.Â
She remembered being in the Spring Court with her family. All of them were getting ready to leave the Court together. Seeing that the Spring Court was being watched more closely than the others by the new cruel ruler of Prythian⌠Amarantha. Her ruling having been for ten years now. They wanted to get away from the constant searching and persistent eyes. They wanted to stay safe and keep hidden.
They had to stay hidden⌠well more so herself then anyone. Her family wanted to keep her hidden and out of the public's eye. Being she was something or someone very rare. Someone very rare that hasnât been seen in many centuries. Something rare but also powerful. And it seemed the people knew as well now. As they dragged her through the dark halls and to a room.Â
Now closing her eyes, she began to think about it. She could remember what had happened. She was playing with her younger brother Evrin in the forest behind their cottage when her mother and father came running. They had heard that people were coming to take her to Amarantha herself. They wanted to run. But it was too late. Their cottage was raided not long after. Which led her and her father to fight. While her mother and brother ran to hide. As they fought they almost killed her father but she was able to hide him away from them before they could. But as she did at that moment she was captured.Â
She just hoped that her family were together and safe. Her mother, father, and younger brother. She knew they most likely would be at their meeting point. A meeting point on the edge of Spring Court leading into Summer Court. But it broke her heart just thinking of it. That she wouldnât be meeting them. Because she was in the hands of Amarantha now.Â
It caused tears to fall down her cheeks knowing that she was in her hands. She knew how cruel she could be having heard of her through the whispers in the winds. She could hear the cries and prayers to the Mother at times. Then hearing of her from the people in the Spring Court, hearing the rumors and stories. She was scared. No, she was terrified.      Â
She had soon jumped hearing the loud opening of the large doors leading into a vast room. There were many people in the room. As she looked around with tears in her eyes. She saw many with smirks and grins with their gazes on her. But as she looked to the throne in the room there she sat⌠Amarantha.Â
Seeing her causes her to shake in fear. She was quick to look at the ground. Not wanting to meet her eyes. But a yelp escaped her when she was thrown roughly onto the floor at her feet. Her chains clicked on the ground. Which caused many to laugh at her pain. On shaking hands she forced herself to sit up.Â
But she didnât care about their laughter. At that moment she was too scared. She didnât look up; she kept her eyes on the ground in front of her. Too scared to look up. It was then she heard everyone quiet and then movement. The clicking of heels moved closer to her. It was then she saw black heels come into her view.Â
âWell arenât you a pretty little thing.â
She heard a female speak. She knew that it was Amarantha. She just knew it was her. It caused a whimper to escape her lips as she kept her eyes on the floor. But soon she felt fingers tangle their way into her long hair and then a yelp escaped her. As her head was forced back.Â
âSo, tell me little fairy what is your name?â Amarantha questioned her with a grin. As she ran her fingers from her hair down to her cheek. Then up to her longer than average fae ear that was pointed. A gasp left her lips hearing Amarantha call her âlittle fairyâ. This meant she probably knew what and who she was and that scared her even more.
But she kept her mouth shut not wanting to give her name. Which Amarantha didnât like. She was then grabbing her sensitive ear and pulling harshly. Causing her to cry out. But she didnât speak her name. Leading Amarantha to raise her hand and slap her harshly against her cheek. So hard she fell to the floor with a sob. It led many to laugh.
âOh shut up! Now I am only going to ask this once more. And if you donât answer me Iâm going to cut off one of those cute ears you have. So, what is your name?â Amarantha threatened before asking again. Reaching a hand out she was quickly given a sharp dagger. Sitting up again she didnât know if she should tell her name. She was contemplating if she should. But she seemed to have taken too long because Amarantha was kneeling again. She then had a harsh grip on her ear and began to drag the sharp pointed dagger harshly on her ear.Â
âY/n! I - Itâs Y/n,â She cried out in pain, her ear now bleeding. She knew it would leave a scar. Amarantha was then letting her ear go and grinned, satisfied with the answer. She still had her eyes on Y/n. Who still had yet to meet her eyes. She didnât seem to care because her eyes were focused on Y/n. She then muttered, âhmmm I wonderâ to herself.Â
She was then grabbing her cream colored dress and was soon cutting the back of it. A cry was heard from Y/n as she tried to get away. She didnât want her to see. She had to keep them hidden. But before she could crawl away she was grabbed by the chain on her collar around her neck and pulled closer to Amarantha. Who continued to cut and rip at the back of her dress. As she did, markings were soon revealed and seen. Black lines and curves were marked on her back and the back of her arms. They seemed to be the markings of wings.
âThere they are. I guess they were right. A little spy told me that you are a rare powerful creature. A very rare elemental fairy,â Amarantha laughed. But many gasps were heard from the crowd who were looking at her. Seeing the markings on her back. She didnât know what to do besides trying to hold the front of her dress up.Â
Trying to keep herself covered. And holding her bleeding ear. As many more tears fell down her soft cheeks. She was supposed to keep what she was a secret. She was supposed to be a secret⌠but not anymore. Everyone now knew and many more would know. But a whimper escaped her lips at what Amarantha said next.
âBut now you're my new pet,â Amarantha taunted with a grin. She chuckled as she grabbed the front of the collar around Y/nâs neck pulling her closer. She tried to pull away again not wanting to be anywhere near her. But it was no use. She wished she could be anywhere else. But she knew she wasnât going to get what she wished for.Â
âGet her cleaned up and take her to my guest chambers. Oh and donât try anything with that magic you have little fairy. Those cuffs and that collar will stop it and it will backfire. You will only be able to use them if I see fit and if I give you permission,â Amarantha demanded as she stood up pushing her away. But still with a grin upon her lips. Soon a guard was walking forward and grabbing her arm and dragged her away once again. As someone a female followed after them. A sob escaped Y/n as he dragged her away.Â
But there were a pair of violet eyes on her never leaving her. Having felt a pull towards her like no other. Which they knew and understood what it was instantly. They were trying to hide their pain, awe, and shock behind a mask. Trying to hold themselves together and hold back from running to her. Wanting to have her in their arms and to take her far away from this place. But they knew they couldnât. It took everything in them to keep their emotions in check and hidden to keep their mask in place. Because they just realize they may have found their mate.Â
Rhysand the High Lord of Night Court just realized he just may have found his mate. And he couldnât do anything to take her away from this horrible place and that broke his heart.  Â
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It had been a few days now and she was stuck in a room, a sobbing mess. After a night with Amarantha doing anything she wanted with her. But just thinking about what had happened caused her to let out another sob. As she curled into herself, hugging herself tightly. She wished that she could be anywhere else and that she didnât have to go through such things. But it had already happened and there was nothing she could do. And she knew it would happen again and it pained her.
She soon saw flashes of moments of what happened. Feeling Amaranthaâs hands on her and more. Seeing the marks she had left on her skin. She was then sitting up quickly. She then started pulling harshly at the cuffs that were still on her and the collar.Â
She remembers trying to use her magic while Amarantha touched her. But all it did was inflict pain on herself and made Amarantha laugh at her attempts. Before she threatened to search for her family and end them if she didnât stop. Which led her to stop fighting and to let her do as she pleased and did as she was told. Not wanting anything to happen to her family. She would make sure nothing happened to them.
Another cry escaped her lips as she made an attempt to use her magic. But all it did was inflict pain on herself. Right now it took to burning her skin. Crying at the pain and memories. She didnât know what to do besides keep pulling at the cuffs. As she kept using her magic not caring if it hurt her. Not caring if it left marks on her skin. She didnât care. She just wanted them off and to be somewhere else. She wanted to be with her family. She didnât want any of this. And at that moment she was so lost that she didnât realize that someone had entered the room. Opening the door quietly sneaking into the room. But seeing her they were quick to move to her.Â
She jumped when strong large hands came into view and grabbed hers. Careful of the cuffs on her wrists digging into her now damaged skin. Making sure not to touch them. But quickly stopping her from pulling at the cuffs on her wrists and from using her magic. A cry escaped her once again as she tried to pull away. But they kept a gentle but firm grip on her. As she looked at the one who stopped her she gasped just as they did.Â
Her eyes clashed with violet ones.Â
Both looked perplexed at each other. Because as soon as their eyes met unexpectedly a golden bond formed slightly stronger between the two. That was now noticeable to the two. A rare bond that they could feel in their chest⌠a mating bond. But looking at him taking him in, she knew who he was instantly.Â
He was Rhysand the High Lord of Night Court. He was truly handsome. The stories and rumors didnât do him justice. But as she looked at him he looked at her with awe. Yes, he knew she was probably his mate a few days ago. But now he knew it for sure⌠she was his mate. And he couldnât help but look at her in awe. He couldnât believe he really found her. Â
Y/n though was stuck in thought. Having remembered hearing the rumors about him. And she didnât know what to think. She didnât even know what to say. She was frozen with her gaze on him. He was her mate. She didnât know how to feel. She didnât know if she wanted to wrap her arms around him or pull away. But she soon shook her shocked state away when he let her go gently. Not wanting to overwhelm her anymore than what she already was. He didnât want to do that to her. Â
âSorry. You were⌠hurting yourself. I - you shouldnât do that,â Rhysand said after clearing his throat. After stumbling over his words slightly. His eyes still on her taking her in. She was gorgeous. But taking in her state and the scent lingering in the room he knew what had happened. He knew what Amarantha had done to her, his mate.Â
It led him to clench his jaw in anger. It was such a strong emotion that washed over him. Which caused her to flinch feeling such a thing through their new bond that they shared together. But she shook it off seeing Rhysand send her a small smile that said âsorryâ. She after a moment couldnât help but look at him and say it. Still in a state of shock that he was her mate. She couldnât help but voice it.
âYouâre m - my mate,â she whispered, afraid to say it louder. More so stating a fact then asking. Not taking her eyes off of him. She couldnât believe she had just found her mate. Nor could she believe that he was the High Lord of Night Court. And now as she looked at him he didnât seem like the one from the rumors she had heard from people. He seemed kind, vulnerable even as he looked at her. But she soon remembered what the winds had whispered to her about him. She watched as a small smile washed over Rhysand hearing her say such a thing.Â
âYes I am. But can you come with me, my flower? If you want,â Rhysand cooed. Reaching out a hand for her to take. Waiting for her to reach and take his hand in hers. Giving her the choice to come with him. Looking from him to his hand she was hesitant. But after a few seconds she shakingly grabbed it. She didnât know where he was taking her. But part of her wanted to follow him, her mate. She thought he wouldnât hurt her right. So she did follow after him. As she kept a close watch on the bond they shared. Taking notice of slight emotions flowing to her from him. Shakingly she began to crawl her way out of the bed.Â
As she got off the bed she almost fell but Rhysand was quick to catch her by her waist. Keeping the blanket in place that covered her bare body. Sending her a smile before removing his hands from her waist but kept a hold of her hand. He then began leading her to a door that led to a bathroom.
When they entered the room, Rhysand moved her to stand near the sink. As she stood she watched him move so gracefully and with purpose. She couldnât keep her eyes off of him. She watched as he filled the large tub with warm water then added oils and what not. And after he was done she then watched as he held out a hand for her. Looking at his hand she took it again. He then moved her to the tub and took a step back.Â
âI will be out in the room if you need me. So we can talk when you are done. Take as long as you need. I will wait,â Rhysand informed her, about to leave the room wanting to give her privacy. But before he could turn and leave she stopped him. Keeping a firm grip on his hand. Leading him to look at her with a slight tilt of his head with curiosity. It was then he saw she now had a fearful look upon her face as she looked up at him.Â
âYouâll actually stay right? You promise,â she asked softly but with a shaky voice. As she kept her gaze on him, her eyes never leaving his. She didnât want him to leave her. Not after she just found out that he was her mate. She didnât know exactly how she felt about it. But she just didnât want to lose him so soon. A part of her wanted him close and near. She just wanted her mate. Seeing her look at him in such a way caused him to send her a small meaningful smile.Â
âI promise I wonât leave you. There are things we need to discuss. Plus I just found you⌠Iâm not leaving your side unless I need or have to,â Rhysand soothed. Bringing her hand closer to him he pulled her hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss upon it. Careful of the cuff still around her wrist that no longer had chains connected to them as they did when she first came. As he did such a gesture he sent reassurance to her through the bond. Which led her to sigh in relief.Â
Nodding, she watched as he released her hand gently and left the room. Giving her privacy as he closed the door gently behind him. Sighing again she turned to the warm steaming bath. Taking in the scent and bath caused a small smile to wash over her. Thinking he did such a thing for her. She shook it away and allowed the blanket to drop and stepped into the bath.       Â
As she sat and started to clean herself. She began to think about her mate⌠Rhysand. Many thoughts came to her mind. Remembering what she had heard from the winds about him. Then hearing the rumors that fae said about him. A sigh escaped her lips not knowing what to think of him. But then a thought came to her mind causing her to freeze.
Would he even truly accept her as his mate or reject her? Thinking it caused a soft gasp to escape her lips. Before worry filled her. Would she survive such a thing⌠rejection? Would she survive him not wanting her as his mate? Taking a deep breath she soon released a tired breath. Before hugging her legs to her chest and leaning her head on her knees. Closing her eyes she took deep breaths trying to keep her tears at bay. Then another thought came to her mind.
How were they even going to go about this bond in such a place if they were to accept each other as mates? If they did they would most likely have to keep it hidden. And soon many more things came to her mind. Hitting her like a crashing wave in the ocean almost drowning her in the depths of dark waters.Â
Many bad and horrifying thoughts washed over her mind. But she was quick to try and shake her head. She tried to calm herself but found it hard. That is until she felt reassurance flow to her. Starting from her chest and flowing throughout her body. She knew it must have been Rhysand through the bond she has yet to really fully grasp. She couldnât help the small smile that now washed over her. It caused her to sigh again before she started to wash herself once again.Â
In that moment she stopped her motions as she remembered one of the things her mother always says to her.Â
âTake one step at a time. Take it minute by minute, day by day. We have long lives ahead of us. Thereâs nothing wrong with taking your time with certain things. So thereâs no need to worry so much all at once.â
She remembered her mother saying to her once. And repeating such a thing on more than one occasion. It caused her to smile thinking of her mother. It felt like forever since she last saw her mother. She just hopes that her family is safe after everything. She then shook the thought away trying not to overthink about them. Not wanting to sink into such worry and thoughts.
After she was done washing she soon made her way out of the bath. Grabbing the towel that was already out. Drying herself off, she looked at the mirror to find herself staring back at her. Her eyes didnât have their usual bright glow. Her skin was paler without having a certain glow. Her body was littered with marks and scratches. Then there were the collar and cuffs on her that were very noticeable. She could see the red marks that were under them.
But she was quick to turn and move her long hair over her shoulder to look at her back and arms. The black lines and curves and marks were still there and intact⌠her wings. They were still there. But there were a few marks causing her to sigh. Her back was and always would be sensitive along with her long pointed ears. Which led her to reach to her ear that now had a long scar on it. She didnât like it but she would have to live with it. She would have to live with everything causing her to sigh in defeat.Â
Shaking her head of such thoughts. She soon tightened her grip on her towel around her frame. Looking at the sink she found a dress neatly folded with undergarments. She wondered when they appeared but didnât think much of it. Knowing Rhysand must have used his magic to make them appear for her. It made a light blush appear over her cheeks thinking of it, about him.Â
But she didnât linger on the thought long. Not wanting to go down that path. Not yet anyway. Not without talking to him first. To see where they stand. Reaching out she was quick to put on the clothing and then made her way to the door. But she stopped in front of it for a moment.
Listening, she could hear the flipping of pages and the sound of a soft heartbeat that seemed to quicken sometimes. She knew who it was⌠Rhysand, her mate. She could feel how close he was through the bond they shared. With the mating bond they share she didnât know what was going to happen between them. All she could do was hope that all would go well. Soon she was gathering up the little courage she had. She then took a deep breath and opened the door. So she could face what was to come with her now having a mate.Â
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