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honeyxbunny99 · 6 months ago

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Sandor Clegane~ The Bitch and The Hound pt.5

You rolled over onto your other side and woke in a start when your arm ran into something big. You gasped, having never woken to a man in your bed. Then memory struck that the muscled hairy frame beside you belonged to your husband, who had just fucked you into perhaps the best sleep you'd ever had. You smiled to yourself as you watched his body gently heave up and down, hearing him snore. You sat up in bed, covering your chest with a sheet and leaning over to trace small infinity symbols on his bicep.

Your husband grumbled and his hand snapped to your wrist.

"It's me." You assured, kissing his shoulder and placing your other hand on top of his.

"I know it's you... That tickled." He smirked, rolling over and pushing you back down to the bed. You squealed as he hovered on top of you again. "What is this bullshit?" He looked at the sheet and pulled it down to expose your breasts, resulting in another gasp from you. "There they are."

He sighed heavily and laid his head down on your chest, crushing you. You giggled, "Get up."

"Go back to sleep."

You tried to struggle beneath him but he was dead weight. He began snoring exaggeratedly and you squirmed.

"Ooh, careful, I like that." He warned and you stopped immediately, hitting him gently on the shoulder but smiling brightly when he looked at you. ~He's smiling! Really smiling! At me! He likes me!~ You blushed under his gaze before grabbing his face with both hands and joining your lips together in a quick, chaste kiss.

A knock sounded at the door and the handle jiggled up and down.

"(Y/n)? Are you okay in there?"

It was Anna on the other side of the door. You felt like you were doing something wrong and began scrambling, whispering, "What are we gonna do?!"

Sandor laughed at your worried expression. "What if your husband finds out?"

You narrowed your eyes pointedly at him and faked a laugh. He finally raised up from you and you saw he was still naked. "Hide!" You whispered.

"I-I'm fine, Anna, just one second."

"HIDE?!?" Sandor mocked you, matching your whisper. "Are you ashamed of me now?"

"Sandor, your cock is out." He looked down and then turned to you, hands on his hips. "All the more reason to stay put."

"Go, please!" You begged, getting up and quickly putting on a robe before shoving him into the closet. You ran back to the door and cleared your throat, grabbing the key and unlocking it to reveal a very confused Anna. "Hello, my love." You greeted her.

"(Y/n) what happened last night?" She entered the room and sat down on the bed, making herself at home.

"Well, straight into it then, huh?"

"You woke me in the middle of the night to bring bathwater for the hound... Yes, straight into it."

You sat down with her and sighed, praying your husband would keep quiet in the closet and not scare the spirit out of your friend. "Last night, I..." You tried not to stammer and choose your words carefully, knowing he was most likely listening. "I don't know, I just wanted to be kind to him... Anna... He killed for me."

Anna widened her eyes. "Killed who?"

"I don't know, some member of the Kings guard... He was spreading rumors about me and Sandor just turned on him... I think he's warming up to me." You smiled softly, looking down at your hands which you'd joined with hers.

"I think he likes killing." She said coldly, surprising you. "I'm sorry, milady, but I heard what the queen regent said yesterday, and I think she's right... After the way he's been treating you, with a man like that in your life, you'll never have love." She trailed off, regretting the disappointed expression she'd caused on your face. "Except me, (Y/n), of course. I love you!" She wrapped her arms quickly around your shoulders and you pat her gently on the back, though you were offended at her words and truthfully did not want to be holding her at all. "You're too kind and beautiful for that old dog."

"Sandor." You reminded her.

"Sandor... Does he call you by your name?" She quipped, not knowing of all the intimacy you'd shared behind closed doors. She looked back at the sheets and you both saw the blood. She shook her head, her eyes growing angry. "Forgive me, milady, but I won't call him that. You're an angel and he's a dog. Look at what he's done to you, again." She stroked her fingers down your cheek and stood up. "I'll launder these right away, you just rest, (Y/n)."

You watched the closet silently as she stripped the bedding, feeling so horribly embarrassed and sad for your husband. You hadn't expected her to be cruel to him, though you supposed now you should have seen it coming. Anna left the room, closing the door and you stood slowly when Sandor did not emerge.

"Sandor..." You called. "I'm so sorry for what she said about you..." You approached the closet.

"Cersei said that?" You heard him shuffle around.

"Yes... When she pulled me aside in the garden yesterday... She was trying to scare me, but it didn't work."

"No," he emerged, pants and shirt on. "S'pose not seein' as how you drew me a bath instead of ran for the hills."

"Please don't be angry with Anna... I understand if you are, but she only knows what it looks like... The bruises, the blood, the loneliness."

He nodded but would not smile at you any longer.

"Thank you..." You started. He scoffed. "For the bruises?" He looked almost ashamed.

"Yes." You surprised him. "I know that everything you've done has been to protect me... You've made yourself out to be a villain and me a helpless damsel, but that's not what this is. I want to tell Anna about you, about us."

"Bad idea." He walked past you to find his boots.

"She deserves to know the truth, she'll love the real you, as I do, I just know it."

"Fuck what Anna or anyone else thinks about me!" He startled you, turning around to look you in the eyes. "As long as I have you. You're the only one I want to know me, got it?" He walked to you and held your face between his hands, forcing you to look up at him. "If other people know about us, it will only end badly."

You were confused by his desires to keep his kindness a secret, but you nodded anyways. He leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead.

"Will you be punished for staying in so late?" You wondered aloud as he pulled on his boots. You had never seen him in the morning, after all.

"Today Joffrey is meeting with his small counsel. Not much risk there so I was given the morning off. Still, I best be gone now."

You nodded and helped him quickly put his armor back on. You opened the door for him and watched him leave without another look back at you. "Will you come to me again tonight?" You felt silly asking, like you had a childish crush. You watched the back of his head nod and you smiled and bit your lip.

You walked through the castle halls with Anna and cringed whenever she spoke poorly about 'the hound'. "I swear, the mountain should have just finished the job back when they were boys and everyone'd be better for it--"

You couldn't take it anymore, and you grabbed her by her arms and shoved her up against a wall. "Enough." You hissed. Her eyes were wild with shock and you almost felt bad. "Sandor is my husband. I will not have you wishing death, calling him ugly, cruel, anything of the sort. You know nothing about him!"

"Milady, I am--"

"Everything you think about him is false. He has been kind to me, has sacrificed for me in ways you can't imagine." You released our grip on her finally, embarrassed you had let your emotions get the best of you. "I am sorry, but when you lash out against his name, you lash out against mine now."

Anna did not say anything for a very long time, only stared at you. Finally, she asked, "Are you in love with Sandor Clegane?"

You thought on her question for a moment, breathing deeply. "No..." You settled. A soft, barely noticeable smile tugged at her mouth.

"And I'm not a handmaid." She replied. You smiled softly back at her, knowing she saw the lie in your tone as soon as you spoke it. "You're going to have to explain to me how that happened." She chuckled and offered her arm out to take yours again. You hesitated but eventually joined her side again. The pair of you walked back to your room smiling.

You decided to leave out the first night, only discussing the last two nights you'd spent together. You tried to explain the events as plainly as they happened, highlighting Sandor's best moments, but occasisonally you would get distracted and blush talking about how he looked or how his touch felt against you. Even Anna would blush and giggle with you.

"And well, this morning when I woke up, he was still there..." You began and she gasped.

"He wasn't-- When I came in and-- Oh no!" She hid her face in embarrassment. You comforted her.

"He was, I made him hide in the closet. I don't know why I just didn't want him to scare you, I guess. I didn't know if he wanted you to know we were together..."

"Milday Clegane, I offer a thousand apologies for my stupid tongue!" She shook her head. "I'll apologize to Sandor as soon as I see him."

"No, don't!" You raised your eyebrows. "He can't know that you know!"

"Why not?" She furrowed her brows.

You sighed, "I don't know, all I do know is that he told me if anyone found out the truth about us it could be bad..."

She nodded slowly. "He fears for your safety... You're meant to be tortured, not cumming and falling in love."

Your eyes widened and you both laughed, leaning into each other.

"No, he's right... It's best no one knows. Someone could report it to Joffrey and you'd be put in a much worse position than you are now."

Your stomach flipped at the thought. You wondered for a moment about Anna, if you should have trusted her with all this information. Your heart sank at the realization that you had just handed her all that she needed to betray you. "You... You won't tell anyone, will you?"

She narrowed her eyes at you. "(Y/n) they would cut out my tongue before it would speak a word against you... Or your husband." She nodded, and with the conviction in her voice, you had to trust her. "I still say that he's a lucky man... But with the way you've described him last night, I can see the appeal." She laughed and you gawked.

Anna braided your hair and told you about her own sexual encounter last night after the tournament. Later she left the room to fetch your dinner and you laid back on your bed.

"An open door, hiding behind it the prettiest girl in Kings Landing." An unfamiliar voice called from the hall. You sat up suspiciously and peeked your head to try to see. The hall looked empty from where you were standing, and so you walked closer to your door and peeked your head around the corner.

You gasped, "Gods!" before smiling to match the stranger's.

"I'm sorry to frighten you, dear, that was not my intent."

"And what was your intent, calling out to me so ominously?" You joked.

"I wanted to see you. I meant to introduce myself at your wedding, though you looked a bit fearful, so I stayed back... Petyr Baelish." He offered a small bow.

"(Y/n) (L/n)-- Clegane." You stuttered, correcting yourself. In truth, you hadn't introduced yourself post marriage before. You supposed you'd better start practicing. He smiled wider at your mistake.

"Yes, yes I know..." He didn't seem to be budging so finally you stepped out fully into the hall, ever conscious of your open door and the setting sun. "I wish to offer you my condolences; I heard tales of your abuse in the throne room, and now to be married to man called 'Hound'... It's not a fate fitting of such a beauty."

You tried to smile at his compliment, but his prescence felt almost threatening--snake like. "Thank you, Lord Baelish... I am safe and my family is safe, and that is all that matters to me now."

"Safe?" He quirked a brow. "Do you feel safe with him? With The Hound?"

Your mouth went dry, and you felt as if you were being interrogated for some crime. "He is as they describe him, but it's nothing I can't handle."

"Oh yes, you're very strong; of that I'm certain... I lost a girl to him once." He shook his head. "You see I'm in the purveyance of pleasure, the finest house in the land for it..." He looked around the hall proudly before focusing his eyes back on you, scanning you up and down. "One night, he came to my hall... Asked for a girl, a young girl. I don't deal in children and so I gave him the youngest I had at the time; a girl about your age. She'd come to me from the street, begging for shelter in exchange for her services; said she couldn't survive another day alone out there. I took her in... When I gave her to the hound that night, she looked frightened, and I suppose she should have been."

You studied him and tried not to let on that his story was indeed beginning to frighten you.

"The next morning, she packed her things and told me she had to leave. She couldn't bare the risk of seeing his face again, letting him touch her. She said 'I'd rather die in the street, than be raped by that monster again.'" Petyr swiped his tongue across his lips and leaned in closer to you, you unconsciously mirroring him. "I thought she was weak, at the time. But looking back on it all these years, without another incident from him, I've wondered what he'd done to frighten her so. When I heard of your betrothal, I pitied you. I wondered how long it would take before you chose death as well... Yet here you are, smiling and safe… Now, you've rendered me curious."

His eyes lit up as he concluded, but you were horrified. You closed your mouth and tried to fix your expression. "I..."

"He was stalking outside my pleasure house the night after your wedding night, drunk and angry... It was bad for business." He dropped casually and you bit your tongue.

"Tell me, my dear... Has this marriage been consummated?" Your eyes widened and you reared your head back in offence.

"Ask the maester. Ask my handmaiden." You said with venom in your tone, but he only smirked.

"I am asking you."

You nodded. "As I said, its nothing I can't handle. He is my punishment for speaking ill to King Joffrey, and I accept it. It is a fate befitting a bitch like me, as he said."

"I worry only for your honor, my lady." He leaned forward with another small bow and this time reached his hand out to take yours. You reluctantly obliged and allowed him to bring your hand to his mouth. "And for the women in my employ." He kissed your knuckles and acknowledged the soft bruising on your wrist. He cupped his hands around yours. "A flower means nothing to a man so violent... Do hold strong, Lady Clegane. If you ever need me, you can send Anna to me. She knows the way." He gave his sly smile again and you narrowed your brows at his knowledge of Anna.

"I'll keep it in mind..." You spoke lowly now. You couldn't put into words why you were so uncomfortable. He made no outright threats to you, no insults, and you'd heard no rumors about any dastardly deeds. Almost effortlessly, though, it felt as if he saw right through you.

You heard Anna's steps come closer until she looked up and saw Lord Baelish. Her steps slowed and her eyes cast down. "A pleasure." He nodded to you, and you nodded back, watching as he disappeared silently down another hall.

"What did he say to you?!" She questioned immediately, concern in her eyes.

"I-- Nothing."

"He never says nothing. He tries to confuse people, manipulate them, but he's always talking." She hurried past you and set the food tray onto the table.

"He told me a story about Sandor..." You were still coming to terms with it yourself. Could he have really hurt that girl so much?

Anna walked up to you and grabbed your hands to ground you. "Listen to me. He says nothing for the benefit of others. Only himself. It's best not to listen to a word he says. Just put it out of your mind."

"But, Anna.." your eyes began to well with tears of panic, reflecting on the conversation. "He questioned our marriage... What if he knows, what if he saw somehow that I love him?!"

"Then he'll think you're a stupid girl! Sandor will not budge, he doesn't speak positively of anyone. I'm sure he's still going around with his usual grimace." She assured and you steadied your breathing. "But maybe it's not enough... Maybe you need to play your part better. If he won't hut you anymore then you need to stay inside for a while. I will bring you all your meals and should anyone ask, you are unwell." You nodded.

"This is so ridiculous.” You sniffled. “Sandor’s nowhere near the monster everyone thinks he is.”

“Well you’d better start acting like he is.” She ordered. “You’re Joffrey’s prisoner whether he said it outright or not, and The Hound is your keeper. Love him in private, hate him in public.” You nodded, though you could not deny the sadness brewing in your heart at the thought.

Just then, the door swung open to reveal Sandor. “Out.”

Anna looked at you for an extra second to ensure you understood before she nodded at your husband and exited. Immediately he began to remove his armor and you wrang your hands together once to calm your nerves. You were so worried you had done something wrong and that your relationship would crumble any moment. You turned on your heel and walked over to him to help with his armor. As soon as you came to touch him he stopped his actions and looked over your face. When you had released the last piece from its lacing, he took your face in one of his hands and forced your eyes up to him.

“You’re upset. What happened now?”

You tried to gently pull your face back but he held onto it so easily. “Nothing’s happened. I’m not upset.” You tried to smile, though his fingers squeezed your cheeks.

“You’re as bad a liar as I am a dancer.” He released your face and sneered. “Was it that bitch? I’ll call her back here, she shouldn’t be upsetting you.”

“Sandor…” you said, hardly above a whisper, tears of shame threatening to spill past your lashes. “I think I fucked up.”

His face hardened and you held yourself for comfort. “I told Anna—“ “You told Anna what?!” He demanded.

“About last night! I told her… I was just trying to get her to stop saying horrible things about you and then she saw it in my eyes—“

“Saw what in your eyes?!” He looked so angry you shuttered before answering.

“My love for you… She said that it was obvious, that she should have seen it this morning.” Your voice lowered in shame and the tears ultimately slipped out. When you finally looked back at him, his face was angry but his eyes were wide in shock.

“I took her back to the room and told her about last night, about how you swore you would come to me at night to watch over me, how I’ve never felt more at peace than I did last night knowing that you were beside me…”

You waited for a berating but when his face made no change you huffed softly and walked to the bed to sit down. You pouted, feeling once again that you’d ruined everything.

“Do you trust her?” His voice was surprisingly soft.

You thought for a moment, still too ashamed to meet his gaze. “I only trust you… There is no doubt in my heart or mind about who you are to me… But Anna said that she would have her own tongue severed before she spoke against us… she’s never been anything but a friend to me. I trust her, but..”

“But?” He asked and you shut your eyes tightly.

“Do you know a man named Petyr Baelish?” Your eyes focused on his shoes now, still by the door. “Little finger?” He recognized. “I know him, he’s a snake. He’s that little shit’s Master of Coin.”

You were stunned he hadn’t been angry with you yet— you wanted to bash your own head into a wall. “He came to our room… he… He asked me if our marriage had been consummated.. He,” you looked up at him now, nearly accusing him. “said that after our wedding night you were hanging around his whore house.”

He grumbled and kicked a piece of his armor in anger. “That little cunt!” You stood in reaction to his outburst. “I’m not angry with you!”

“You have no right to be!” He retorted as he walked quickly over to the wine. As he drank you steadied your nerves.

“Well, actually—“ you began and he shot you a glare, slamming down the wine causing some to splash upon his hands. You decided to change your tone. “I’m just confused! You’re so worried about someone else finding out that you’re sweet to me, discovering you hadn’t really fucked me, and yet you seek out other women the first opportunity you get?! Of course he thinks our marriage is a sham—“

“I didn’t think—“ “Clearly.” “Shut the fuck up!” He shouted at you, though you weren’t afraid. He marched towards you and lowered his voice into a growl. “I didn’t think I could control myself!” He bared his teeth at you like an animal and you stepped back a bit, smelling the rich wine on his breath. You were confused, so you said nothing. “Do you have any idea how hard I tried to get the image of you naked and trembling out of my head?! I never meant to fuck you, woman, I’m no rapist but—!” He cut himself off and breathed heavily as he looked down into your wide eyes. “I didn’t want to spend another night with you and risk hurting you.. I thought to take it out on someone I could pay..” Looking into his eyes you began to feel bad for your judgment. “I didn’t, though, (Y/n)… I haven’t touched another woman since I met you.”

“You could have had me that night.” You told him, remembering how you waited for him on the bed until tears lulled you into sleep.

He shook his head, eyes focused now on your mouth. “I didn’t think you could ever want me.” He scoffed. “Hell, I still don’t think it.”

You looked at his lips now, wanting him more than ever, before you threw your arms around his neck and collided your mouths in a passionate kiss. “I want you, Sandor! I’m so sorry.” He kissed you back with the heat from the night before. “I don’t want to lose you, I’m such a stupid girl!” You spoke between kisses as his hands pulled you into him.

“It’s alright, princess. Everything,” his breath hitched when you kissed just below his jaw. “will be alright.” He pulled you back by your hair and you let out a small moan that caused his eyes to glaze over with lust.

“Please make me feel safe again.” You begged, sliding your hands down his chest. “Please I want you inside me!”

Your words seemed to flip a switch in him and he growled, picking you up by your ass and you struggled to wrap your legs around his waist quick enough. One hand squeezed your ass and the other pulled your hair just right as he slipped his tongue past your teeth. He slammed your back against the wall and you moaned again in surprise, tongue darting out to stroke his. He pulled away, leaving you breathless and begging with your eyes for more contact.

“I’m not holding back this time, girl. You want me, you’ll get me.” He said it like a threat but it only made the heat in your stomach expand and your thighs clench together in excitement.

“Get on with it then.” You challenged with a smirk. He smiled before dropping to his knees and dipping his head under your skirts. Instantly you moaned at the contact of his tongue on your folds. You threw your head back against the wall, but after only a few strokes from his talented mouth, he was up by your face again. You opened your eyes in surprise, only to hear him say confidently, “Yeah, you’re ready for me.”

You glanced down and watched him take his hard cock in hand and stroke it. “As you are for me.” He smiled and bit his lip for a moment in contemplation. “Not here.” He said and you barely had a chance to furrow your brows before he threw you over his shoulder and carried you into the bathroom. He set you down in front of the damaged mirror and turned you around to face it.

“What are you—“ he ripped your dress down your shoulders exposing your breasts and took one in his hand, looking at you through the reflective glass.

“I want you watch.” He said, voice thick with lust.

He raised of your skirts over your backside and you leaned against the sink. You felt your own wetness slide down your thigh and you closed your eyes in embarrassment. The effect this man had on your body was beyond your imagination. Without warning his hand slapped down on your ass and the head of his cock made circles around your entrance. You moaned, leaning back into him and watched him grit his teeth. And then he was inside you and you felt whole again. Tears sprang to your eyes again as he stretched you in this new position.

“Oh don’t give me that. You can take it, I know you can take it.” He teased, going so deep that you felt his balls press against your sex. Your hand reached back his grab his arm and you blinked your tears away, watching his face morph in pleasure. “That’s it, good girl.” He pulled out slowly, only to slam back in. You yelped in surprise, your nails clawing into his wrist. “So good, for me.” He struggled out pulling you back by your breasts and sinking his teeth into your neck. You moaned and reached up with your other hand to pull at his hair.

He began to thrust in and out of you quickly and you couldn’t hold back the moans. You watched his large dominating figure toy with your nipples and suckle at your neck and you felt just as powerful as he looked, watching him be overcome with lust for you. You leaned down, bent over the sink and he stayed upright, his hands on either side of your hips. You moved your hips back against him meeting his thrusts and watched him moan and groan in surprise, watching your two bodies come together. His nails dug into your ass and your head dipped in pleasure and exhaustion. He changed his angle slightly and hit the secret spot inside you that only he seemed to know about and you cried out, clenching around him.

He brought his hand up to your face and wiped the sweat from your cheek before sticking two fingers in your mouth. You licked and suckled and he panted behind you. “Good girl, don’t cum yet. You can cum when I say..” he instructed. Your face scrunched up in need of release but you did your best to obey.

“Please!” You begged finally, legs going completely weak. He slammed into you so roughly that his balls were hitting your cunt every time perfectly and it made you whimper with each thrust. “Go.” He finally breathed out, taking his fingers out of your mouth and grabbing back into your hips as if it were his life line. He was the only thing holding you up now and you shuttered and clenched around him.

“Shit!” He said and you felt something spill into you before he pulled out and released his seed all over your backside. As soon as he pulled out your legs caved and you crumpled onto the floor, still spasming from your orgasm. You rubbed your sex as he had the night before and felt another wave on pleasure wash over you. You wanted more of him but knew that he was spent. Still, as you looked up at his from the floor, looking like a God to you, you couldn’t help but act on your thoughts. He had done it to you after all.

You raised up onto your knees with little struggle and stroked his thighs with your hands, leaving wet kisses leading up to his dripping cock. “What the fuck are you—“ he gasped when you licked a stripe up the underside of his member. He grabbed your hair instinctually and you looked up at him to make sure he was alright with your actions. You flattened your tongue and licked again, tasting your combined fluids for the first time.

You moaned as you continued to clean all the juices off of him, trying to suck him just as you had done to his fingers. He let out something near a whimper and now both his hands were in your hair, encouraging your motions. You watched his chest heave quickly in excitement as you wrapped your mouth around his tip and swirled your tongue. You wanted all of him and tried your best to take him completely in your mouth. You could feel him twitch inside you and felt with your hands how his thighs began to quiver. You relaxed your throat and moved your hands to cover the rest of his member and stroke in tandem with your mouth. His hand pressed hesitantly against your head. “I want you to come again.” You said, popping him out of your mouth for only a second. “I can’t—“

You pressed on, not convinced by the way his cock was growing ever harder in your mouth. You spit and stroked with your hand and moved your mouth to pleasure his balls, his fingers pulling your hair tighter as he moaned “(Y/n).” He stuttered out and when you looked up you realized he was watching it all play out in the mirror. You switched your hands and your mouth and picked up speed. His breathing grew more intense above you and you heard him mutter curse words when you swirled your tongue around his tip again. He looked down at you in shock and tried to control his hips natural urge to thrust. You stroked him fast with your hands and quickly licked the underside of his head until he groaned and tried to pull away, white pouring out of him again. You whined and leaned forward to claim your prize, controlling him with your hands. You licked and swallowed all that you could, overcome with need for him as the man above you came completely undone, swears spilling out of him like a broken dam. Finally you were done and his legs were as weak as yours now. He joined you on the floor, trying to catch his breath as he looked at you with wonder.

“Good boy.” You said, also breathless. He looked at you for another moment in shock, as you struggled to loosen the ties of your dress, sweating in the tight silk. “Where did you learn that?” You smiled softly, shy again reflecting on your actions from only moments ago. “I didn’t learn it from anywhere.” You said easily. “I just wanted to taste you like you tasted me…”

Finally Sandor rolled his eyes at your struggle and picked you up and spun you around on the floor, undoing the laces at your back with ease. You felt his breath on your neck and you tried to slow your own breathing as he pulled your dress down. “I have never…” He started, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. “Thank you..” he settled. Your face raised in surprise and you turned your head to smile at him. You brought your hand up to the unmarred side of his face and held it gently, pressing your forehead against his. “Anna was right… about the look in my eyes. I didn��t want to admit it before.” You turned to him so he would know you were serious. “I love you, Sandor Clegane. I want all of you, all of the time.”

His eyes practically sparkled at your confession, his expression soft. “You don’t have to say it back…” you smiled, reserved in your confession. “I just want you to know it.”

You pulled his face gently into a kiss that you felt encapsulated all your feelings for him and pulled away with a hum. When you opened your eyes and he opened his, you could almost swear you saw tears brewing. You leaned your head against his sweaty chest and listened to his heart beat for a minute. He looked down at you for a while, contemplating what to say. “Come on, princess.” He raised up and left your dress on the floor, pulling you up and carrying you bridal style. You yawned, dropping your head back against his chest. He laid you down gently in bed and crawled to the other side of you. You turned on your side and felt him undo your braid and comb through your hair with his fingers as you closed your eyes contentedly. He may not have said it that night, but you felt more loved by him than ever before.

Unknown to both of you, however, there was an enemy just outside your door. They smiled and retreated into the shadows, wondering exactly how grateful Joffrey would be for the knowledge of this thrilling turn of events.

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hiyashortking · 6 months ago

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You Catch Lucifer Masturbating

Disclaimers and credit: read this post before reading any of my content, please.

Premise: Inspired by @venomhound's prompt list found here for the prompt: you catch them masturbating. My tenses are all fucked up in this one and I've chosen not to edit it to make sure it all matches ✌️.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He’d forgotten that he asked you to stop by when you had a moment this week to drop off some bullshit he didn’t actually care about. He was just looking for an excuse to see you again, especially against the backdrop of his room. But depression and trauma do some fucked up shit to one’s brain because he forgot this scheme and left his door unlocked, and you came wandering in when he had his cock in his hand and your panties on his face.

How did he get your panties? A story for another time …

On the bright side, he temporarily cured himself of his desperate want to be around you. If someone had told him last month that he’d be actively avoiding you and would actually go back to his old place to get away from you, he would have put money on it. Unless it was Husk, of course. He was bordering on being obsessed with you, so desperate for just a glance at your face most days. And now? Hiding in shame.

The King of Hell, hiding from a simple little undead. It would be laughable if it wasn’t so pathetic.

You knocked on his door.

Like the true diva he was, he was in his bed eating ice cream and chocolates, surrounded by the fluffiest of his duckies. The only thing he’d managed to get out of bed for every day was his long, hot as fuck shower, during which he would not allow himself to stroke his cock. Punishment was something Lucifer had been taught well, and now he was enacting it on himself.

You knocked again.

He cleared his throat. A “who is it” came out with a squeak, which made him clear his throat and ask again in a tone with more authority.

“Hey, it’s me. I will never not knock again, I promise.”

How could you even joke about this?

W-wait, it was YOU at the door?

He jumped out of bed and fumbled around, trying to make his room look cleaner. He opened the window for fresh air, but the air of hell wasn’t fresh at all so he’d closed it again.

“I hope it’s okay, Charlie let me into the palace."

“Y-yes, of course. I’ll be right there. Is-is Charlie with you?” Where were his clothes? He wore the same fucking outfit every day for millennia, one would think it would be easy to get quickly dressed. The closet! Of course, that’s where clothes would be!

“She and Vaggie are downstairs. I didn’t tell her what happened but she got worried when she called you and you didn’t pick up. She said you’d done that in the past but that you’d been really attentive to her lately so she wanted to make sure you were okay …”

Running a hand through his hair, he opened the door and leaned with the other hand on the doorframe, trying to obscure your vision of his bedroom. He looked as gorgeous as always. Since you hadn’t seen him in a while, his smile seemed even prettier today. His hair looked so soft, you wanted to reach out and run your own fingers through it. He smelled amazing. Why hadn’t you ever realized how form-fitting his clothes were? You felt as if you were seeing him for the first time.

“Hey, bitch,” he says, and immediately regrets it. But his smile only falters for a second.

You chuckle. He always makes you smile and laugh like a fool. “Well, you seem to be doing just fine! I don’t know why Charlie and I were so worried!”

He imitates your chuckle and tries to push away memories of why he is avoiding you. But wait- shouldn’t he be apologizing? His smile disappears when his thoughts race of what you must have thought and how he probably made you feel and-

“Y/N, I am so, so, so, sososososo sorry,” he lets out, almost as if his body deflates with each sound. His tail is out and literally between his legs.

“It’s o-”

He steps toward you abruptly and closes his door behind him. “Let’s sit down,” he takes your hand absent-mindedly as he focuses on which room to bring you into. Not his office. Not the librar- maybe the library? Didn’t you love reading? Maybe he could distract you with all the books!

He only realizes he is holding your hand when you’re at the center of one of his smallest, coziest libraries. “Oh fuck, oh shit, I’m so sorry I didn’t realize-”

“Lucifer, stop!” You plead.

He takes a deep, sharp inhale, his face awake with surprise, holds the breath, and releases it slowly, tilting his head up and relaxing his shoulders as he does.

“Thank you,” you say in unison, and then grin like the fools you both are.

“Please sit down,” he says as he does the same on the sofa across from yours. “May I get you something to drink?”

You noticed there were servants downstairs who were catering to the princess and her partner but who did not follow you up to the second floor.

“I’m just happy to see you, I’ve been struggling to think about anything else since you left.”

You’d been thinking about him since he left? He’d been gone for weeks!

“I’m so sorry to have worried you. As you can see, I am fine and dandy. Well- not entirely dandy, I’m obviously very much attracted to all the genders- I mean-”

Fuck, you missed him. One second the picture of elegance, and the next tripping over his words. When you caught him stroking his cock, with your used underwear on his face, you let yourself lean into all of the thoughts you hadn’t allowed when you assumed it would be impossible to be on his radar. And then he had the audacity to disappear, leaving you alone with just your fantasies.

Though you called him several times, you did doubt the situation you had seen. He was the King of Hell! Why would he be interested in you, all of being in hell? Maybe he just had a panty fetish and it didn’t mean anything that they were yours. Did this feel personal because it was, or because you desperately wanted it to be?

Wait, what was he saying?

“I’m so sorry to have worried you. As you can see, I am fine and dandy. Well- not entirely dandy, I’m obviously very much attracted to all the genders- I mean- wait- is dandy still an insinuation of being gay? Was it ever? Anyway, I’m not fully gay! Obviously! I mean-”

He was so fucking cute. You could listen to him ramble all day. “I honestly didn’t think you were going to see me, so I didn’t think about what I would say if you did. I’m just really happy to see you. I’m sorry I didn’t think this through more. I just want to be in the same room as you again.”

It wasn’t difficult to stun this man into a moment of silence, but the silence rarely lasted. He cleared his throat. “I, uh, I wanted to give you some space. I am obviously deeply apologetic for my behavior.”

Was he struggling to look at you? Is the most powerful man in all of hell blushing and avoiding your eyes? Fuck, why was this turning you on?

“Please tell me if there is anything, anything in all of Hell I can do to gain your forgiveness. I will, of course, entirely understand if it would be impossible for you to forgive me, but I would be doing myself a disservice if I didn’t at least ask.”

“Luci, may we be blunt?”

He nodded.

“What exactly do you want me to forgive you for?”

What? What exactly? For being a creepy, rude, disrespectful, vile, impish-

“I think I want some clarity about why you think I’m upset with you,” you added.

“Well, you- … I- ... wasn’t what I did bad?”

“Bad?”

He hated how the thoughts I’ve been a bad boy intruded into his mind, but here he fucking was again, with his fucking trauma getting in the way of a new relationship, not to mention how fucking cliche. Wait- a possible relationship? You were here, seeking him out, confessing to thinking about him, not being mad at him for crossing boundaries, maybe not even wanting those boundaries to begin with? Was he letting some fucked up negative core belief about being "bad", whatever the fuck that meant, ruin something he could have with you?

“Oh, Luci,” you rose from your spot and kneeled in front of him as you would if you wanted to help a child feel less intimidated. “Can we just forget this happened? Maybe not all of it, because it led me to assuming I might have a chance with you. So, I guess, let’s maybe just keep the part where you might be attracted to me, and forget any other misconceptions?”

“A chance with me?”

You nodded and waited patiently for him to process.

“You would want a chance with me?”

You nod again, smiling. Waiting.

How had he only then realized you were on your knees in front of him?

He slid from the couch to join you on the floor, and scooped you up with ease to settle you sideways in his lap. He couldn’t think of you on your knees just then.

He felt welcomed by you, but realized that wasn’t consent. “Is this okay?” he asked.

“Yes, Luci, you can touch me anytime you like and you can touch any part of me you’d like to touch. I love, love, love being touched,” you emphasized. "Is it okay if I touch you, too?" you asked him.

Baffled, he nodded. "Yes. My word! Yes, enthusiastically! Yes, please!"

Did this grown ass man just quiver?

Oh shit, were you feeling him getting hard?

You seemed to share a brain cell in that moment because he apologized again, his arms loosely around you. “I haven’t- … done what you’d seen me doing- … since that day, so my body is-”

Whenever he got shy and apologetic, you wanted to respond with nurturing, but this time a second feeling won over and you laughed and hid your face in his neck.

“Lucifer Morningstar, you were so upset that I might think the King of Hell is immoral that you haven’t come in weeks?” The ridiculousness was too much to bear. Fuck, and he smelled amazing. You let yourself nuzzle into him, enjoying the feeling of his flesh. Did he have flesh? What were y’all made of down here? You rubbed your nose gently against his neck, enjoying how even the slightest touch connected you.

“That is correct,” was almost the truth, as he did not take responsibility for the things his body did while he was sleeping.

He let himself lean against the sofa a bit, enjoying you snuggling against him. He closed his eyes and tried his best to relax. Breathe in, hold, breathe out. Breathe in-

“You amusing, wonderful little fool,” you whispered, and when you did your lips brushed against his neck, and you were certain then that he had shivered.

You were not making it easy for him to settle down. You often wondered how he managed to go from tense to relaxed and then back to tense so easily. And these were his reactions when you were on your best behavior. How would he respond if you intentionally teased him? Shhh, brain, not now, you pleaded with yourself.

“Not everything about me is little,” he said back with some confidence.

“I know, remember?” You move your head to see his face. Fuck, you weren’t supposed to bully him! The man was vulnerable! Could you just chill for today?!

“Ugh!” he groaned. Had he been blushing before that remark, or was it only just now?

Seeing your smile helped ease him again and he wondered aloud, “maybe I need to walk in on you touching yourself thinking about me, so we can be even?”

“That would be challenging since I don’t really masturbate.”

“You don’t mas- what?”

“I prefer fucking.”

“You prefer fucking?”

“Yes, or being pleasured by someone else. I must just not be good at it or something, I’m not a big fan of solo play.”

“You’re not-”

“Are you just going to repeat everything I say?” You chuckle, realizing you’d been obliviously playing with his hair. You had the fingers of one hand at the back of his head, tugging gently and releasing, while the other battled with his hair's softness in the front, refusing to stay put where you'd wanted it to be.

“I might just, until something you say doesn’t wildly surprise me.”

You take pride in being able to surprise someone who came into existence at the beginning of time.

You’re also glad he positioned you this way in his lap, so you could more easily hide how wet this exchange was making you. What the fuck was your kink, powerful men being vulnerable? You couldn’t have just been into feet or something? Great, now there was an image of Lucifer kissing your feet in your brain. In boots. That he bought for you. With his endless hell currency. Fuck.

“I guess I’ll have to abstain a little longer," he mused. "Because now all I want is to turn you on so much that you can’t stop touching yourself.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

#lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer

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zourrystylinson · 2 months ago

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28th february fic rec!

so very excited for the 28op drop!!!!

i miss you, i'm sorry (2K) by leivol6

Louis spends some time with zayn in his hotel room after his LA show. they smoke. they fuck.

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love of my life (80K) by likelarry | @likelarryfics

Harry is 36 and recently divorced after he's finally come to terms with his sexuality.

Louis is the 28 year old who helps him find his way and is everything Harry has ever dreamt of.

The one where Harry struggles to really accept who he is and Louis is there every step of the way.

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wildflower (112K) by blueskiesrry | @blueskiesrry

“You look like a wildflower,” Louis comments, shielding his eyes from the sun, the crinkles near them even more prominent in this light.

“What?” Harry’s words stumble over a surprised laugh.

“With your hair all fluffy like that.”

Harry’s fingers automatically find their way into his hair as he silently curses the humidity out on the water.

“He kind of does, doesn’t he?” Elizabeth adds.

Louis tilts his head to the side, smile softening and blurred around the edges. “Our very own long-stemmed wildflower.”

or: a 1950s hollywood story spanning half a decade where harry and louis are constantly growing towards, away from, & around each other and everything harry wants are things he can’t have.

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Tattoos and Temptations (67K) by refusethyname | @gonebylouist

“Love,” he drawled, the word dripping with sinful allure, “I’ve got tattoos that are older than you,” he murmured, his voice a rough whisper, his breath warm against Harry’s lips.

Harry tilted his head, a teasing smirk of his own tugging at his mouth despite the rapid beat of his heart. “What can I say, I like experienced men.”

Louis chuckled low in his throat, a sound that sent heat rushing through Harry’s veins. “Cheeky little thing, aren’t you?” he murmured, his hand sliding up Harry’s back to tangle in his curls. He tugged lightly, just enough to tip Harry’s head back and expose more of his neck.

“You’re the one winding me up.”

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Can we please get back to Loving (5K) by umbroshirt

Harry's mad and Louis doesn't know why.

Or, the silent treatment fic I thought of the second Written All Over Your Face came out

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Remember Me Before You (293K) by kingsofeverything | @kingsofeverything

Desperate to find a new place to live after he comes home to find his boyfriend cheating, Harry moves into a loft with three strangers.

A New Girl AU.

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Fragments of Forgotten Lives (160K) by freakingmeout | @freakingmeout28

Louis has been missing for over a year, but the first thing he remembers is waking up just a few weeks ago. Everything before that is a blur - no memory of where he’s been or who he was. Now, trying to rebuild his life in Manchester, he finds solace in therapy and a deepening connection with a fellow survivor.

When Harry, a stranger to Louis but someone from his forgotten past, recognises him on the street, everything shifts. Despite the amnesia, something about Harry feels familiar, like a lifeline. As fragments of his lost memories begin to resurface in vivid, unsettling nightmares, Louis clings to the comfort Harry brings. Together, they embark on a journey to uncover the truth of his missing year, unlocking hidden secrets, unspoken bonds, and a past that refuses to stay buried.

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[series] such a beautiful dream (112K) by staybeautiful | @harruandlou

“I had a sex dream about Harry.” Louis slapped his free hand over his mouth after the words slipped out.

Zayn paused, his hand freezing as he was about to take a bite, his head snapping up to look at Louis. Louis could relate, it’s how he’d felt that morning after he’d woken up. He’d laid in bed for fifteen minutes trying to figure out what had happened, why it had turned him on so much, and then patiently waiting for his erection to go down.

“Like… my Niall’s Harry? Harry Styles?” Zayn clarified, his face bewildered as if trying to comprehend what had just happened. “Do you even like Harry?”

“His last name is Styles?”

or Louis woke up after having a sexy dream about his best friend’s boyfriend’s best friend resolved to never think about it again. He hardly knew Harry, so what difference would it make? But when they are thrown together only a few days later, Louis had to admit, his subconscious might have been onto something.

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I Could Fall In Love With You (55K) by tippitytap

If Louis were asked to describe Harry's role in his life, the answer would have always been quite simple: best friend.

Since last year, the answer might have also been: housemate and co-parent to the cats.

What Louis didn't think would ever happen was that the answer would one day change to: the man he was falling deeply in love with.

or: Right at the beginning of a nationwide lockdown might be the worst time to fall in love with your childhood best friend and housemate. But if Louis knew one thing, it was that Harry and he would always find a way through life together.

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I Can Pull It Together (6K) by louislittletomlintum | @louislittletomlintum

Harry's eyes drifted to where Louis’ arms were slung over the back rim of the spa, exposing his underarms again. This time his fine hair was more apparent, wet from the spa and curling a little where some droplets of water hung.

Harry wanted to lick them.

He blushed almost instantly when the thought came through his brain, hoping it wasn’t obvious and that the general heat on his face would disguise his embarrassment. He’d never thought anything like that before.

or the one where Harry accidentally discovers a new part of Louis he really, really loves.

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Le Sol De La Chambre (60K) by Fandom_Larry

Louis owns a boudoir business. Harry wants some pictures. What happens when an innocent omega ends up posing for an overly handsome alpha? They end up on the bedroom floor.

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💸 -> visual of my wallet after this 28op drop

stat time!

1,095,493 words read (-35% than last month)

19 fics read (-21% less than last month)

19 authors (-5% less than last month)

feel free to send me an ask if you have read a fic ive recommended! i'd love to talk about the fic with you <3

#28th appreciation #fic rec #larry fics #hljournal #tracking happily #monthly fic rec #tracks in the am #tracking home #february fic rec #larry fic rec #hlficlibrary #larry fic #ao3 feed larry #larry stylinson #1dficlibrary

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xxx-wounded-angel-xxx · 5 months ago

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Love blooms in bookstores - part one

Hi 🌻anon ! Here's the first part of your request, I'll try to get part 2 out as soon as i get out of my writer's block.

Felix Volturi x reader

Wordcount : 1188 words

No one had wanted that small bookshop your grandma left behind, but you. “Old books are boring”, said your uncles. “Moving in another country is not interesting and too much trouble”, said your parents. “This shop is too much work”, said your cousins. They all wanted to sell it, even if it meant giving up the apartment above it. “But no”, you said, “I will take it.” And so you did. You wanted to be a librarian at first, but this was a wonderful opportunity, to inherit the bookstore your grandma loved so much. You also had fond memories of Volterra…

So, you signed the papers, put all your belongings in boxes, stopped talking to your family that was pissed at you for not selling the shop that would have brought them money, and you left for Italy. Your Italian was not perfect, but it was good enough and would get better with practice. You also received your grandma’s saving that were connected to the inheritance of the bookshop, and learnt the same way that some patrons of Volterra allowed you a fund for taking care of that historical building, an important shop for the community. Once the paperwork was complete and everything was in order, you finally moved to Volterra. It was almost a religious moment, the one when you finally unlocked the door to the bookshop. It wasn’t as big as you remembered, you weren’t so little anymore, but it was still as magical as you remembered it. It was hard for you to fathom that you would never see your grandma behind the counter again, but at least you got to make her legacy keep on living, like you knew she wanted. You explored the shop a little, but quickly moved to the living area upstairs, where you would live from now on, you had to settle down. The house had been empty for a good few months now, and you had to clean up a lot of things. You brought all your things in, leaving in boxes most of your belongings for now, you would have to get rid of some of your grandma’s things first.

It took you a whole week and half to choose what to keep and what to get rid of, donating and selling what you wouldn’t have the use for. Once that was done, you organized your own belonging, and you were finally settled in. It was now time to take care of the bookshop. You started to look in the book of counts, and it didn’t seem too bad. There was even a regular, a certain Demetri Aster that would regularly buy a lot of books for a good amount of money, keeping the bookshop afloat practically by himself. You hoped that this client would not mind the change of owner, and remain a regular client. Sadly, you quickly discovered that very few things were done by computer, you would have to change that, like the way to keep track of the stock for example. It would be much easier for you in the end. You decided to start to familiarize yourself with the bookshop by doing the full inventory, which was the most logical way in your eyes, and also a good way to get to touch every book.

That was on your second day of inventory that you met him. Despite the bookshop not being open yet, you had kept the door open, to keep some air flowing in to prevent you from dying from that many dust. A smooth and masculine voice had resonated through the shop as you were inventorying your third bookshelf of the day, asking if you were finally open again. You turned to the intruder, discovering a well-dressed man, maybe in his late mid-twenties looking at you. He was that typical well-dressed man you were expecting to see, except that he was very handsome, and you could swear he had an accent, even if you couldn’t pin it yet. “I am sorry, but I have not reopened yet. I am merely at the beginning of the inventory.”, you told him nicely. “I need to know precisely what I have and what I need before reopening grandma’s bookshop.”

At these words, the man apologized. “Oh, I am sorry to disturb you then. I was quite the good client for your grandmother, and I was hoping the bookshop would reopen soon… My name is Demetri by the way, and I want to say that I am truly sorry for your loss, your grandmother was a wonderful woman.” You nodded and felt bad that you looked so under-dressed compared to your usual self and covered in dust, while meeting for the first time who you hoped would be your best client. “I intend to reopen as soon as I can, and I am hopeful that I will be able to by the end of the month.” That brought a smile on Demetri’s face, he seemed to have missed a lot to have shopped in this particular bookshop. “That would be absolutely delightful!” Since he seemed to have the time, you allowed him to stay in the shop with you, chatting. You were curious about Volterra, life around and Demetri seemed to know a lot about the town and its surrounding. It was nice to chat with Demetri, and the rainy afternoon seemed to go by much faster in his company, until Demetri bid you goodbye, promising you to come back as soon as the shop was open again, and gave you his phone number in case you needed him.

Like you thought, it took you three weeks to finish the inventory, clean the shelves and organize the books, but also get a program to digitalize most of the things. You distribute flyers around the town to announce the reopening and change of owner, and text Demetri about the set date which delight him. He also promises to come with his brother, which pique your interest. When the day of the reopening finally arrive, you put on one of your best outfits, but can’t help but be a little worried at how bad the weather is, it is not really inviting… For the first hour, no one shows up. And when rain starts pouring, you thought it was a bad sign. But finally, you heard the door open, and a familiar voice greeting you.

“[Y/N]! It is nice to see the bookshop opened again!” “Demetri! It’s a pleasure to see you again.” You greet him, delighted to see your first customer. “I’ve ordered a selection of books on my own, so I let you have a look around…” That’s when you saw him. The man behind Demetri was a giant, so tall and muscular and handsome… Your eyes couldn’t let go of him as you took in his figure, his short dark hair, sharp jawline, kissable lips… He had his arms crossed in a casual way, the muscles flexing under his tight shirt, and you finally got the revelation why you were into bigger guys: you were waiting for him to show up in your life.

#felix volturi #felix volturi x reader #volturi

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gvshing · 2 months ago

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─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─PRETTY GIRL DEALING─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

(warning for weed usage and dealing!!) masterlist pt 1. pt 2. pt 4.

⊹₊⋆CHAPTER THREE⊹₊⋆

A week has passed since you last bought from Ellie. You still had some from the last time you had bought, but you wanted to see Ellie. It had been kind of awkward since the day after you two had hung out. Not to anyone’s fault most likely. Classes are busy right now, it’s the middle of the semester. Lots of projects and essays are due right now, so you tried not to take it personally that Ellie and your texts seemed a bit dry. But, it was hard not to. It felt like there was a connection, so the sudden awkward tension is off putting to you. Swallowing your anxiety you text her a simple ‘Hey :)’.

When Ellie receives your text she feels her heart skip. She stares at it for 15 seconds before she opens it and replies. ‘Hey! What's up?’ She’s pretty sure you’re just wanting to re-up on weed but part of her hopes you’re wanting to talk or hang out. Even though she should be finishing her physics homework. The other part of her hopes her hypothesis is correct. She likes you, but she can’t. She shouldn’t. Within a minute your reply dings on her phone. ‘Think I can swing by later? Same as last time! Maybe we could hang out too? Dina’s busy today :( it’s okay if you’re busy too obvi!’ She’s not sure how to process the fact that both halves of her get what they want. Dina’s words ringing through her head. ‘Trust me by trusting them’ She sighs and runs her hands over her face roughly. Staring at your text she decides there’s no harm in being nice and at least trying. Ellie’s hands have a hard time gripping her phone from how sweaty they’ve suddenly become. ‘Yeah that sounds good! Is about 6 okay?’ She drops her phone on the bed and blows out the breath she was holding, feeling faint from the lack of air. She can do this. It’s just hanging out with somebody, and at least she sorta knows you now. It’s not like you’re a complete stranger. Now at least.

Come six o’clock and she’s pacing around her room, nerves tingling all through her body. She’s put herself at a distance since the first and last time you guys had hung out. She doesn’t want you to think she’s weird, or get fucked over if you’re only using her for weed. Which would be fair, she sells it so of course most people just want weed from her. If you just want weed, fine. She just can’t fall for somebody who might use her. She hears your light knock on the door and jumps, getting pulled out of her train of thoughts and anxiety. She opens the door and sees you smiling wide at her. Chest fluttering, she lets you in. “Hey, El! How’s your day been?” You beamed at her, sitting down on her desk chair. You’re looking around the room, memorizing all her wall decor and small trinkets that line her shelves. “Uh… it’s been good. Just school today thankfully. I’ve been meaning to call Joel, but I’ve been so busy or tired so I keep forgetting.” Ellie rambles while she pulls out her weed supply and sits on her bed to unlock the box. You cock your head to the side and furrow your eyebrows. “You’ve mentioned him a few times. Is he your dad? Sorry, you’ve probably told me before.” You laugh awkwardly and rub the back of your neck. “Oh! Yeah! My bad, I always forget not everybody knows him. He’s practically my dad. He’s taken care of me for longer than I have memories and I don’t know. He’s great. He can be a bit of a hard ass sometimes, but that’s just the old man in him.” She locks her box back and walks over to the desk you’re sitting at. She begins to weigh out the weed and you start to stand up to offer your seat. She shakes her head and motions for you to sit back down. “I’ll be okay. Thank you though. Pretty girls should always be allowed the seat first.” She mutters, her face getting redder by the second. Before you can retort back at her flirting, or at least you hope it’s flirting, she begins talking again. “I don’t mean to sound like I hate Joel. I love him, we’ve had our disagreements for sure though. I wouldn’t trade him for anything though. He gave me my guitar, I grew a love for playing because of him.” She finishes weighing it out, much faster this time than last. Stuffing it into a small ziplock she hands it over to you. “That’s sweet. About Joel I mean. He sounds great. I understand completely about putting off calling them. Sometimes it makes the pain of being away hurt more than usual. It’s midterms soon also, so you’re busy. I get it. And thank you for the weed Ellie. You’re the best.” You look up at her, grinning wide enough your eyes close. She smiles softly back at you. “How much do I owe you?” You question. Ellie seems to think about it deeply before telling you the same amount as last time. “What? Ellie, seriously. You don’t have to give me another discount. I’m willing to pay whatever you charge. I don’t want to take money out of your pocket.” you bargain, or I guess reverse bargain. She shakes her head. “No seriously! I know you’re good for it. And plus I expect us to smoke together while we hang out.” She crosses her arms and strikes a silly pose. You giggle at her theatrics. “Of course I’m gonna share. Don’t be ridiculous.” You reach in your pocket and grab a twenty dollar bill. You place it halfway under her laptop and stand up. “Okay, sit your ass down, smoke my weed and keep me company instead of pouting.” You flop down on her bed scooting over to the wall and pat the space next to you. She grins and mimics your flop down. Stretching and groaning loudly, you laugh and roll your eyes. “Okay drama. What do you smoke your weed out of?”

For the next few hours you and Ellie smoke and laugh together. “No seriously! She was so fucking drunk. She was leaning on Jesse and we were all dying of laughter! She just kept telling him she loved him and repeatedly proclaiming how drunk she was. As if we didn’t know. Dina made me promise the next day to never let her drink that much ever again or to ever even bring it up to her.” You reminisce about Dina and her antics together, crying with laughter over your mutual dear friend. “God, she’s always been a silly drunk, getting emotional and all lovey dovey.” Ellie had her head in your lap, resting it there over an hour ago. She had been complaining about her back hurting from the shitty sitting position she had subjected herself to. So you told her to lie back in your lap, after a long deliberation she eventually gave in. You wipe your eyes free from the tears that accumulated from laughing too hard. You drop your hands down and set them in Ellie’s hair. You stroke her hair mindlessly, focusing only on catching your breath. Ellie can only focus on the way your hands feel when you run them through her hair. While you’re catching your breath, hers is getting lost in her chest. Her face growing red and her palms getting sweaty. You look down at her smiling and blowing out a final deep breath. You catch her eyes with your own. You both stare at one another, a tension in the air. “Hi.” you say softly. “Hello.” She mutters back, not able to break eye contact. Realizing the position you’re in, you join her in the blushing. You break eye contact first, opting to look over at her T.V. that plays some random youtube video at a low volume. “It’s late. Um… I should probably go. I don’t want to keep you up late again,” You say to her. Realizing your hand is still resting on her head, strands of hair intertwined through your fingers. She sits up and rubs her arm. “Yeah, yeah. I hope I didn’t keep you too long. Thanks for hanging out and… yeah. I enjoy your company. Can I… Maybe if you would like, can I walk you back to your dorm? Just to make sure you get back safe!” Ellie adds quickly. You smile shyly at her and nod enthusiastically at her offer. “Please.”

When you arrive at your door you turn around and gleam at her. “It was really sweet of you to walk me home. I’m really happy to have met you. Thank you.” You place a hand on her shoulder and lean forward to press a kiss against her cheek. Leaning back you move your hand to cup the cheek you had just kissed and smile at her. She blushes furiously and gapes at you, butterflies dancing in her chest. “Goodnight Ellie.” She raises a hand and gives you a small wave muttering a goodnight as you walk into your dorm. She stands staring at your door. In shock of your endearing interaction. Her heart was beating all throughout her body. She begins her walk back to her own dorm, hand placed over her cheek. The feeling of your lips and cupped hand lingering. She feels a buzz in her pocket and pulls out her phone. “Text me when you’re home safe please :) Thank you again for hanging out with me. You’re the best.”

Stumbling through her haze, she arrives at her door before she knows it. She pulls her key and phone out of her pocket. Unlocking her door with one hand, she types back a reply with the other. “I’m home :) I’d hang out with you anytime. goodnight Y/N.” Ellie gets ready for bed, overthinking everything. Maybe opening herself up to have these experiences can be good. She should try at least. She’s starting to like you a lot. More than just a simple crush. It’s growing for her. How does she feel these feelings so fast? She can’t wrap her head around it. She wants this to be good, she wants to try to do this. What if though? She still feels like she shouldn’t be this happy. You have only hung out twice. She needs to pump the breaks. But how? All she wants to do is be around you all the time. She thought maybe taking a step back from texting past that first night would make her feel less intense about you. She couldn’t be sure it wasn’t her just starved of physical attraction or attention. She could just be taking whatever she could get subconsciously. But she knows that’s not the case. She likes you. She sees the beauty and gentleness inside you. She’s infatuated. Your eyes she gets lost in, your soft hands she would die to hold just one time, your soft lips she couldn’t imagine actually kissing instead of just feeling pressed against the soft of her cheek. She wants you, all of you. She needs to know who you are, every angle, the good and bad. She’s sure she’s already in deep. She hopes she’s not reading too far into your actions. What if that’s just how you are with your friends? Some people are touchy with their friends. She hugs Dina all the time and once or twice has received or given her kisses on the cheek. Anxiety ignites in her chest at the thought of her taking your actions the wrong way. She crosses her fingers that she’s not. She lays down on her bed and opens her window, forever thankful she got a dorm room that actually has a window. Some people weren’t so lucky. She was though. She loved to look up at the sky and imagine being up there, where the stars and moon are. She daydreams about making her own civilization on the moon's surface. Somewhere better, somewhere perfect. Away from all the uncertainty of earth. She stares up and hopes for a falling comet, hoping for a wish to fall into her lap. A wish that she was correct, and that for once her feelings were reciprocated. She falls asleep staring up at that sky. She dreams of you. She dreams of that perfect life together. One with a cozy house and a big backyard. Definitely a dog that leaps over with glee when she gets home from a long day’s work. A perfect life that involves you greeting her at the door with a kiss. She thinks that if that was her life she’d never have another complaint for as long as she lived. She wakes up feeling empty, knowing that’s not her current reality. But, when she’s dreaming, laying so sweetly and breathing so calmly, it’s real. And it’s perfect.

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that took longer for me to write than it should've... it's not like I write a lot when I write, so why must it take my brain so long to get this all out... anyway! Lowkey... surprised anybody has been reading my stuff so I appreciate everyone who's taken the time out of their day to read my silly little story! Thank you thank you thank you!

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lilithkennedyyy · 2 months ago

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Young and Beautiful- Leon S. Kennedy

I came back to my hometown for my dad's birthday after a while of not seeing him. 22, big dreams and a lonely heart. I thought it's gonna be a normal day, until I found out my dad's best friend was already there- someone I haven't seen in years. But he wasn't the man I remembered... he was someone else now. Someone I couldn't ignore, even if I knew I should. Suddenly, nothing felt simple anymore.

!!!Please read below!!!

The main character is a woman, but I'm thinking of doing G.N. stories as well in the near future! This is for the girlies who have a thing for older Leon (I got inspired by his Infinite Darkness version). And for the girlies with daddy issues. Even if you don't have daddy issues, you're still more than welcomed here.

In this story, Leon is a police officer, I thought it would be more fitting. This story is inspired by some songs from: The Weeknd, Lana Del Rey, The Neighbourhood and Arctic Monkeys.

This is a oneshot, but it has quite some buildup, being separated by "phases" (titles of some songs that inspired me). This story contains mature content, sex scenes, and also a huge age gap. If you're not comfortable with that, I don't recommend reading it.

This is my first time writing a fanfic seriously, so I'm sorry for any mistakes. English is also my second language. I know it's long, but I think it's gonna be worth it. I really hope you'll enjoy it, since I put in so much time and effort into this!! xx

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OLD MONEY

It's my dad's birthday. I came home after a very long time just to surprise him. I finally reached my street, happy memories making the frustration in my body disappear. I had flashbacks of my dad teaching me how to ride a bike, and memories of me and my friends playing around when I was little. But those times were gone in the blink of an eye.

I finally arrived home, the sight of how everything changed making me feel nostalgic, remembering how everything was when I lived with my dad, with no care in the world. I opened the gate with my free hand, struggling since I had so many bags of gifts and goodies. My dad turns 43 only once, right? I somehow managed to open the gate, closing it behind me as I walked towards the door. Locked. What a great start...

I felt the anger build up in my body. I already had a horrible day, and this was the last drop. I knew my dad wasn't home, it was a surprise after all. But I still tried my luck, knocking at the door. Maybe, just maybe he was home, even though that would mean that my surprise would be ruined. After a few seconds, I heard the key unlocking the door from the other side. "Damn it, he's home", I thought. I was preparing myself to hug him and sing a silly "Happy birthday". But when the door opened, my eyes widened and I felt my jaw fall to the ground.

It was Leon. My dad's best friend. I haven't seen him since I was 20 on my birthday. I will never forget him dressing up as a princess that day, even though I was complaining that it was embarrassing.

Looking back, it wasn't embarrassing. It was... adorable. Precious. And I would pay good money just to see him like that again. The great police officer Leon S. Kennedy in such a state? Just for me? Hell yeah, sign me in.

I looked at Leon in shock, dropping my bags to the floor.

"Leon?", I asked, my lips slightly parted in surprise.

"Lilith? Is this you?", he asked, his mouth wide open in shock.

NARATOR'S POV

He was barely processing what was happening. He was analyzing her from head to toe: from the different color of her hair, to her tattoos, her curves, the way her lacy black dress was accentuating perfectly what needed to be accentuated. His eyes were totally betraying him. She wasn't his little girl anymore. She was all grown up. And oh, how he liked it...

MY POV

A big smile appeared on my face as I practically jumped into his arms, giving him a huge, tight hug. He reciprocated, wrapping his arms around my midsection. He smelled so good... Damn it, FOCUS.

"Holy shit, Leon- you've... changed...", I said as I pulled my face away from his chest to look at him. That perfectly sculpted face, as it always was. He had a few faint wrinkles, but oh how good they made him look- FOCUS. I needed to focus.

"You... you too... are you sure you're still my little Lilith that I remember?", He chuckled, but he was completely flustered. The great police officer Leon S. Kennedy being flustered by a 20-something year old? The little girl he held in his arms when he was around her age?

"You want me to give you my ID? Damn, your job really put its mark on you..." I laughed, still analyzing every detail of his face.

"Hmmm...", he pretended to think, "If you're the Lilith I know, tell me your favorite ice cream flavor."

"Easy. Coke popsicles." I immediately replied.

"Great, you're not an impostor. Welcome back, sweetheart!" He said with a chuckle, hugging me even tighter as if I wasn't real. Like I would've disappeared if he would've let me go.

I gave him a warm smile before unwrapping my hands from him, getting the bags I left at the door and going to the living room, unpacking the gifts I got for my dad, and the goodies I brought. Leon followed me, standing by my side. His back faced the table, his hands on the edge of it, as he was looking at me up and down. He was lost in the memories of us.

THE KNOWING

"So... How have you been? It's been so long...", he said with a borderline pained expression. The time and distance between us made his heart grow fonder. But little did I know back then...

"I've been... fine, overall. Working, studying, the whole shebang.", I answered as I was still unpacking my stuff.

"Such a productive young lady, I see...", he answered me with a soft smile.

"I got that from my dad, you know? The most ambitious man I know", I chuckled, looking up at him.

"I know. You got all of his qualities. And his anger issues.", he joked around, hitting my shoulder playfully.

"If you don't know me, I don't know who does...", rolling my eyes.

"Don't roll those eyes at me. And besides, aren't your friends supposed to know you better than me?", he asked with a slightly confused look, raising his eyebrow.

"Well, I don't have many friends. And after all, you know me since I was a baby. You know me like my dad does. If not better...", I said, my tone getting quiet at the last sentence.

"I can't know you better than he does, Lilith." , he shrugged.

"You do, Leon. He never had time for me. He only took care of me financially. But emotionally, he was never there. You were the one who listened to me whenever I had a problem, the one who got me out of trouble every time I was problematic, and the one who truly... cared..."

I was frustrated at that point, remembering how my dad was always too busy for me. How he was always leaving me behind. But Leon... he was always there.

He cared a lot about me, and he did anything to just put the faintest smile on my face. That, of course, was the bare minimum. Nothing was impossible for him, just to make me happy.

NARATOR'S POV

Leon's expression softened as he listened to her. He remembered how he was always there for her. But he also remembered how he wanted her all for himself. How he wanted to be the reason for her happiness, fulfillment, excitement... love... pretty little sounds... Damn. He wanted her to be his everything. And he wanted him to be her everything.

Old memories made their way back to him, making him feel nostalgic and... emotional. He was looking at her like he never felt love in his life, like she was the only one who was making him feel it for the first time. So many unspoken truths that needed to be kept a secret were obvious on his face. His expression told a story of a painful, forbidden love.

He was so restrained, but so consumed by the need of her. He knew it was wrong. She was the daughter of his best friend. And the age gap was even more insane. But this time, it felt like nothing could stop him. He wanted her to be his. She activated a protective and possessive side of him like no one ever could.

MY POV

I noticed he was deeply lost in his thoughts. But somehow, I knew what he was thinking. His eyes weren't lying. I knew him too well. But... would it be actually real? Or is it just nostalgia? Confusion? Frustration?

Would it be real that he felt the same towards me? Would it be real that he looked at me while thinking that I was the most beautiful woman on earth? While thinking that I'm his no matter what?

Leon gave me a small smile after his deep thinking process, after remembering that we were having an actual conversation.

"I do care a lot about you, Lilith. But don't be so harsh with your dad... I'm sure he's trying his best." He slightly changed the topic as he was trying to calm himself down from his restless mind.

"I'm not being harsh, it's the truth. I will never talk to him about this, though... I know he's busy and he's trying his best. But sometimes... people hurt us without realizing it, or even while still wanting the best for us..." I answered him on a calmer tone.

"It's true... anyhow, I'll always be here for you. No matter what." He reassured me, putting his hand on my shoulder, his touch feathery.

"Thank you, Leon... You have no idea how much this means to me. And it's mutual, you know?" I gave him a soft smile, feeling my self-restraint breaking down in the slightest way.

He reciprocated the smile, pulling me into a gentle, comforting hug. I hugged him back, losing myself into his touch. I could feel the faint smell of his cologne, mixed with a slight whiskey scent. He smelled intoxicating in the best way possible. He felt addicting. No...he was addicting.

My hands were rubbing small circles on his back, not wanting to pull away from his embrace for a second. I was feeling his breath hit the crook of my neck with every exhale, creating goosebumps all over my skin.

The moment was interrupted by my dad who just came home. We quickly split apart, greeting him and wishing him a happy birthday. I hugged him, but the hug felt... empty. I put my "happy" façade back on as we started chatting, stealing glances of Leon from time to time.

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After a bit of chatting, we went to the dinner table to eat something, finally having a good time and forgetting about the daily struggles.

"And... what do you wanna do afterwards?", I asked them as I was taking another bite of my food.

"Hmmm... I thought about playing some board games.", my dad answered.

"Really, dad? Don't you want something more... entertaining?" I laughed.

"Oh come on, princess... I thought you liked those!" My dad pouted.

"I do, don't get me wrong... But, I thought about some karaoke. That microphone is probably rusting somewhere!" I exclaimed, laughing.

"You heard the princess, man. If she wants karaoke, we'll do karaoke. Aren't you used to it already?" Leon said amused.

"Ugh, finally someone who gets it..." I looked over to Leon, giving him a soft smile.

"I think I might know you a little too well..." Leon said, giving me a "You already know that anyway" kind of look.

I WANNA BE YOURS

We all finished our food, and I got the plates to discard them into the sink. I went back to the living room, looking for that damned microphone, as promised. As I finally found it, I powered on the laptop, connecting it to the new speakers my dad bought.

"So... who should start their lovely concert?" I asked, looking at my dad and Leon.

My dad got up from the couch, snatching the microphone away from my hands, sassier than ever.

"Damn, such a diva today..." I said as I rolled my eyes, amused by his behavior.

He laughed while he was searching for some songs to sing along to. He started with some random party song, making me and Leon laugh to the point where we were in tears. The way he danced along too- damn! He was such a sassy queen. Well, I'm his daughter after all. No wonder why turned out the way I am now.

A few songs and a few drinks later, it was my turn. I got up from the couch, going to the laptop. I thought for a few seconds, and the ideas that came up were... somehow perfect. Why somehow? Well, I could use this opportunity to finally confess to Leon. Once and for all. But the downside was- maybe he wouldn't feel the same. I started feeling insecure, every ounce of confidence I had going down the drain. If I was so sure that he wanted me beforehand, why was I feeling like this?...

I started typing anxiously, searching for the song I had in mind. I hit the "play" button, taking a deep breath to gather myself up, before taking the microphone into my hand. My heart was racing, and I felt my palms get sweaty. I finally took one more deep breath, gathering back my courage and a spark of confidence, as I started singing:

"I wanna be your vacuum cleaner

Breathing in your dust

I wanna be your Ford Cortina

I will never rust"

I noticed the way Leon was looking at me as he recognized the song. I noticed how his breath hitched in his throat as the song started playing, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink.

"Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

Maybe I just wanna be yours

I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours..."

I continued to sing, trying my best not to look too much at him. My dad was there, after all. How could I let him know that... I was in love with his best friend?

Leon on the other hand, was hanging by a thread. As soon as I started singing the chorus, he turned restless. He looked at me, his gaze almost pleading, almost as if he was... desperate. Desperate for my touch, for my love, for... me.

The song eventually ended, and my dad was completely oblivious. He had no clue about my thoughts and intentions behind the song. And thank fuck for that.

"I have one more song I've been practicing, if you don't mind..." I told them. It was a lie. I haven't been practicing anything. But I just needed to get everything off my chest.

They both nodded, curious for my next song choice. I took quick, sneaky glances of Leon, who was sent into pure oblivion at that point. I started the song, hiding the slight mischief on my face.

"I think I need someone older

Just a little bit colder

Take the weight off your shoulders

Think I need someone older

Baby, am I your little secret?

18, I'm old enough to keep it..."

Leon's jaw dropped as I started singing, his heart drumming into his ears. He could barely listen to me at that point, almost as if he was completely disconnected from reality.

I looked over at him, giving him a knowing look, which made his eyes turn into pure fire. Desperation. Want. Need. Lust.

"Darling, hold me while you wipe my tears

Falling, you say I'm wise beyond my years

Yeah, guys, my age just aren't the same

I'm young and that's okay..."

He was clenching his fists so tight his knuckles turned white. He was completely lost, and he used his last ounce of self-control to keep himself together, to not break into pieces right there.

The song ended, and I gave my dad and Leon a small smile, my dad clapping his hands like I did some grand performance. Little did he know...

I took a seat between Leon and my dad, trying to calm myself down from what just happened. I looked over at Leon, who was completely desperate. I gave him the same look he had on his face: pleading. We chit-chatted for a few minutes, but we were barely resisting anymore. Occasional shoulder brushes, his knee brushing against my leg, our hands "accidentally" touching... it was way too much. For the both of us.

"Leon, don't you wanna sing something for us?" I asked him innocently.

He coughed to gain back his composure before answering: "I... I don't know how to sing, Lilith."

I scoffed: "Don't act like my dad knew how to sing, come on!"

"...Fine." He finally answered. "But only because you asked so nicely."

He got up from the couch, going to the laptop, absentmindedly searching for a song. His leg started bouncing with anxiety the second he sat on the chair, in front of the desk. He ran a hand over his face, his attempts to calm himself down being futile. He finally chose a song, and the second it started, my jaw dropped.

"I would rather, I would rather go blind

Then to see you walk away from me."

I was completely taken aback by his song choice. I shifted onto the couch, reaching to the coffee table in front of me to grab my drink. I took a long sip, trying to come back to my senses. But it was useless. COMPLETELY useless.

"So you see, I love you so much

That I don't wanna watch you leave me, baby

Most of all, I just don't, I just don't wanna be free..."

That part was the last drop for me. I nearly gagged as he sang the "I love you" part, my heartbeat increasing like I just ran a long marathon. I locked eyes with him, and it felt like the world stopped. Like no one else existed, other than us. I took another sip of my drink as I looked at him, the lump I had in my throat still not going away.

The song eventually ended, and I looked over to my dad. I was so afraid that he'll find out. Maybe it was the paranoia, but he kinda looked like he knew. But if he knew, he would've instantly got up to beat Leon's ass. Best friends or not, he still wanted to protect me. I shook my head to regain my composure as Leon came back to the couch.

"You're not as bad of a singer as I thought, Leon." My dad chuckled. "Maybe we should do this more often."

I nearly spitted out my drink after hearing my dad. Doing this AGAIN? Not on my watch. "Maybe... Lilith's birthday is coming soon anyway." Leon answered him, then looking over at me. "Y-Yeah... a great... idea..." I said, looking down, unable to meet Leon's intense gaze.

TOO LATE

We kept chatting as time was passing, music still playing in the background. Nonetheless, the night wouldn't have been complete without my dad bringing up the never-ending topic- dating.

"Speaking of which, you said you had a date with some guy a few days ago. When will I be able to meet him?" My dad asked playfully.

Leon nearly choked on his drink as he heard my dad. He gripped his glass to almost the breaking point, his jaw flexing in jealousy.

"Well... It didn't work out. Again." I said with a slightly disappointed expression.

"Seriously? You'll gonna end up like those cat ladies everyone is making fun of." My dad, somehow disappointed, but not surprised.

I scoffed: "What can I do about it? It's not like I have Prince Charming right in front of me and I'm refusing to marry him!"

I did. He was right beside me. A blue-eyed Prince Charming who had gray hairs, who also happened to be almost 20 years older than me. And who also happened to be my dad's best friend. Thanks for the reminder, dad...

Leon's blood was boiling. He was possessive. He was jealous. He gripped the side of the couch in frustration, hoping no one would notice. But I did. I looked into his eyes for a few seconds, his grip on the couch loosening. But he was still filled with anger. Before I could return my attention to my dad, Leon gave me a betrayed look. It felt like he pulled at my heart strings.

"Well, maybe one day I'll see you get married. You know, I have a guy at work-"

I instantly interrupted my dad, the never-ending topic starting to get on my nerves. "Don't. Please. I will find someone one day. Just... don't say anything about your guys at work... again."

My dad rolled his eyes at me before he answered me on a slightly annoyed tone: "You'll never find someone if you keep being like this, you know?"

I bit my lip in frustration, fighting with myself in my head. One part of me wanted to tell him that I did in fact met someone... 22 years ago. And another part of me wanted peace. So I chose peace. I muttered a small "Whatever..." before taking a deep breath, my hand clenching at the couch the same way as Leon did. Oh, how the tables have turned.

WHAT YOU NEED

Time passed, and my dad got tired before me and Leon. He kissed my forehead and he thanked me for coming to this special day, and he shook hands with Leon, before going to his room. Me and Leon were still on the couch, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.

Silence. Only the faint sound of the music running in the background and our breaths filling the room.

Agonizing. So far, but so close.

I kept my gaze on the floor, fidgeting with the edge of my dress as I tried to keep my eyes away from Leon. And he was doing the same thing, looking at the floor as his knee was bouncing in anxiety.

A certain song that came up caught my attention. And... did it make sense.

"I got everything you want with me

I do everything he does times three..."

A shiver ran down my spine as I heard the lyrics, reminding me of the topic me and my dad talked about earlier. Leon was paying attention to the lyrics as well, and he got it instantly. He related to it. Of course he did... I bit my lip as I heard the lyrics, knowing how true they were. He was way better than any ma- I can't even call them "men". He was better than any boy I met. He was a man. He was the man. He was all I needed.

After around one agonizing minute, Leon finally spoke up, his gaze still on the floor:

"They don't know you like I do."

Ouch. It felt like a stab in the heart, almost like putting salt on an open wound. I knew he did, in fact, know me better than anyone else. I knew he was better. And I knew I wanted him, I wanted to give up on meeting these immature dudes when the love of my life was literally right beside me.

"You really think they were ever gonna be enough for you?" He asked, his grip on his glass as tight as ever. I was surprised that his glass hasn't shattered to pieces yet...

I remained silent. I knew the truth, and finally, he knows it too. I took a sip out of my drink, trying to gather up my courage to speak to him. But he broke the silence again.

"Do you know how much I wanted you every time you came home from another failed date, Lilith? While you were sobbing in my arms, telling me how you're so tired of men? Besides wanting to beat those bastards up for not knowing how to properly treat a woman... Do you know how much I wanted you to choose me? How much I wanted you to know your worth? How much I wanted you to know that you deserve more than some random immature guy? To finally realize that I was the one you truly deserved?" He said through gritted teeth, as he finally looked at me.

I looked back at him, my expression being a mix of pain and need. His words almost brought me to tears, but I fought them back. Why was everything so hard? Why did he have to be my dad's best friend? Why did he have to be so much older than me? Why did this have to be so wrong?

But this time, I didn't care. I needed him. I needed him more than ever.

A LITTLE DEATH

"Leon... I..." I stuttered, trying to find my words. It was useless.

But... There was no need for words anymore. After a split second, Leon's large, calloused hands found my face, pulling me into a rough, heated kiss. I was frozen at first, not being able to process that it was finally happening. The MAN I always wanted, wanted me back even more...

I gave in, kissing him back with the same intensity. My hands found the nape of his neck, his hair, absentmindedly touching him and gripping at him, pulling him impossibly closer until our bodies were flush against each other. I let out small whimpers against his lips and tongue, and the small sounds fueled his desire even more.

He gripped my hips instantly, pulling me onto his lap. He shifted so I could sit comfortably on his hips, his growing arousal poking at my inner thigh. His hands roamed all over my back as he bit my lower lip, making me moan into his mouth, making me grind my hips against his.

He let out a low, guttural moan as his hands found my hips again, guiding me to grind onto his hardening dick. We were both moaning, whimpering messes. But it felt... so right.

His kisses trailed down my cheek, my jaw, finding a sensitive spot and biting it softly. I let out a soft moan, continuing to grind my hips against his dick, which was completely hard at that point.

My sounds fueled his need even more, his kisses trailing down my neck, occasionally biting at my skin rougher than before, making my back arch. He nipped at my collarbones, his tongue darting out to taste my skin.

I looked down at him with a needy expression, and he crashed his lips into mine again, the kiss becoming more intense and messy by the second.

His tongue explored my mouth, he was nipping at my tongue from time to time as his hands were still guiding my hips against his, trailing lower to my ass, gripping it tightly, spreading it.

I moaned into his mouth as he grabbed my ass, and he couldn't take it anymore. He pulled me closer, breaking the kiss for a second, a trail of saliva still connecting our lips.

"I love you so much..." he panted out, crashing his lips onto mine once again, messier and rougher than last time.

I was completely taken aback by his words. The words I never thought I'll ever hear from him. The words that made me feel complete.

My hands moved to his face, cupping his cheeks as I continued to kiss him passionately. I broke from the kiss for a second to catch my breath, and to finally speak out.

"Say it again... Please..." I said breathlessly with a desperate expression, still not believing what he said. "I love you, Lilith..." He repeated himself, his eyes softening, but still half lidded with lust and desire. "I... I love you too, Leon... for the longest time..." I said as I looked deep into his blue eyes, getting lost into the moment. Getting lost into him.

He moved his hand to my chin, his fingers trailed down my jaw, holding me possessively. I bit the inside of my lip at the contact, as he was analyzing every expression I made. He leaned over to my ear, gently nipping at my earlobe and tightening his grip below my jaw before whispering:

"Be mine. Be mine and you'll never have to worry about a thing in your life." He whispered with a low, seductive tone. "Just... let me love you. Let me treat you the way you truly deserve."

"I'm already yours, Leon... I've always been yours..." I whispered back, my head feeling lighter by the second.

A night that we'll never forget.

That's all Leon needed to hear. He lifted me up, carrying me to my room. He threw me on the bed, crawling over me to pepper my neck with wet, sloppy kisses, his hand finding my waist.

My hands ran over his back, my chest arching against his. He let out a guttural moan at the feeling, his hand trailing down my waist, my stomach, my hips, moving under my dress with feathery touches.

His touch sent me into a place of pure bliss and ecstasy, making me want him impossibly more. He continued to kiss my neck, his tongue trailing down my throat, right over my chest.

His hand was massaging my thigh, inching closer and closer to my aching heat. He found my inner thigh, his fingertips gently ghosting over it, making me gasp.

He continued to kiss at my chest, the hand that wasn't between my thighs pulling down my dress to reveal my bra-covered breasts. He instantly started planting wet, hungry kisses on the newly exposed skin, sucking on my sensitive flesh, leaving small, red marks.

The hand he had between my legs found the edge of my panties, his fingertips barely touching me. He hooked his index finger under the edge, pulling them to the side.

The cold air made me shiver, the reaction of my body making Leon smirk against my breasts. He used his other hand to lower my bra, freeing my tits. He kissed lower, the tip of his tongue meeting my hardening nipple as he looked into my eyes.

The fingers that were above my heat started properly touching me, spreading my pussy before rubbing small, gentle circles on clit. I threw my head back into the mattress at the sudden contact, letting out the most erotic moan I could ever make. Oh, how he loved it.

He moaned against my nipple, sucking and gently biting it, completely filling my body with ecstasy. The vibrations of his moan went straight to my aching pussy, making me clench around nothing.

His fingers rubbed faster against my clit, occasionally exploring my wet folds, teasing my entrance. He let out my nipple with a wet "pop", still looking at me with that darkened, lustful expression.

His mouth moved to my other breast, starting to play with my nipple. His middle finger started toying with my entrance, before slowly pushing it inside, all while looking into my eyes, noticing how my brows furrowed the slightest way in pleasure, the way my lips parted... His finger was halfway in, making me clench around him. He finally slid it all in, massaging my walls gently.

He added his ring finger, making me feel full just from his fingers alone. He started moving them at a decent pace, curling up to hit that sweet spot which was making me see stars. He shifted, positioning himself to my side, pushing his fingers inside me again, resuming his ministrations.

His thumb moved to my clit, rubbing it with such precision that me made me throw my head back, leaning against his shoulder. I started moving my hips along with his fingers, sending me closer and closer to the edge.

"That's my girl..." He whispered in my ear, his voice full of lust. "Fuck yourself on my fingers... Mhm, just like that..."

His words, his tone, the way I felt his hot breath against my ear, the way his fingers were moving so precisely against my aching cunt- it was all too much. I looked up at him as he continued his movements, pulling his face into a heated, sloppy kiss.

"L-Leon... t-too much... I'm so close-" I panted out against his lips. "Not yet, sweetheart. You're gonna be good for daddy and hold it until I say so. Okay?..." He demanded, his voice low and firm.

His words alone almost sent me to the edge. But I tried my best for him. I tried my best to hold it in, small beads of sweat forming on my forehead. It was too much. WAY too much...

"I c-can't... I don't think I can hold it anymore..." I said incoherently, my breathing getting impossibly heavier.

"You can, princess. You can, because I said so. Come on, just a little longer for me... Can you do that, baby?" He whispered in my ear, his tone almost praising.

He slowed down his movements, teasing the hell out of me. My whole body was shaking as I tried to hold it in, but my self-control was slipping away with every movement he made.

"I wanna taste you so bad, sweetheart..." He said on a low tone, stopping his movements. He pulled his fingers away from me, bringing them to his mouth, cleaning them while making eye contact with me. "You want me to make you come with my tongue, my pretty baby?"

I only managed to mutter a soft "Please...", still panting and trembling from the way he touched me. He definitely knew how to do please me in every way. He was more experienced, after all...

He got off me, leaning back on the mattress.

"Sit." He demanded, patting the top of his chest.

My eyes widened at his request, my knees starting to feel weaker than they already were. "Are you... sure? I'm gonna suffocate you-"

He cut me off: "And? That's the whole point. Besides, I wouldn't mind dying this way at all." He chuckled. "I just know I'd go to heaven if I died while being smothered by that pretty pussy of yours~"

My cheeks heated up even more at his words. No one knew how to push my buttons like he did...

I got off the bed for a second, taking off my panties. I got back to my bed, slowly inching towards him, raising my dress over my hips. As I was in front of him, I raised my leg over his face, now completely hovering over him. He immediately grabbed my hips, pulling me down, his hot lips making contact with my aching cunt.

He started lapping at my folds while making eye contact with me, his tongue moving to my clit, circling it with such precision. Since he just got me on the edge earlier, it didn't take him too long to bring me close to my orgasm again. I moved my hips against his tongue, the knot in my abdomen being on the verge of snapping.

"Leon... F-Fuck... I'm gonna come..." I barely managed to say, moaning and panting above him. He hummed in approval against my clit, his lips encircling it as he started sucking on it, the way his cheeks hollowed combined with the wet, slurping sounds making me lose my mind.

"Mhm... Let go for me, gorgeous... Come for me... I'm right here, I got you..." He praised me before attacking my swollen clit again, sucking and slurping at it. "Keep riding my face like that, baby... You're doing so well..."

That was all it took me to let go. My hands gripped his hair as I started moving my hips against his mouth again, sending me over the edge with a loud, high-pitched moan of his name. My legs squeezed his head, all of the strength I had almost disappearing, almost collapsing on top of him.

I sat there for a few seconds to catch my breath. I got off his face, collapsing on his side. He wrapped his hand around me as he whispered into my ear, his voice thick with affection:

"That's my girl... That's MY girl..." He smiled against my ear, then planting a soft kiss on my cheek. I gave him an exhausted smile, wrapping my arms around him.

I kissed his slick-covered lips, his tongue darting out to deepen the kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. The kiss that was supposed to be gentle turned into another sloppy mess. He pulled away from my lips, looking at me with a new level of desire.

"My darling... Make me feel like I'm breathing again... Make me feel alive..." He said with desperation, panting against my lips.

I nodded instantly, pulling him into another messy kiss. Tongues moving in the messiest way possible, teeth biting every part of skin they could bite.

He pulled me up into a sitting position, finally taking off my dress and throwing it on the floor. He unclasped my bra, throwing it in the same direction.

He quickly got undressed, his biceps flexing as he was taking off his shirt. He was the closest thing to a Greek God I had ever laid eyes on. He threw his shirt close enough to the pile of clothing on the floor. He unbuttoned his jeans, taking them off eagerly alongside with his boxers.

Oh my fucking God.

My mouth instantly started watering at the sight. Long, thick, hard as a rock and his tip glistening with precum, his v-line adding bonus points to the heavenly sight. Holy shit. I would've instantly devoured him if I could.

"Turn around, baby. Show me that pretty ass of yours..." He demanded on a rough tone.

I did as he said, turning around and bending over, arching my back for him. He bit his lip at the sight, getting behind me. His hands played with my behind, spreading it, admiring it. His tip played against my entrance, the wet sounds filling the room.

"I'm gonna fuck you the way you truly deserve, princess." He said on a low, seductive tone. It was a warning.

He slowly pushed himself in, letting me adjust to his sheer size. I bit the pillow that was in front of me, the stretch hurting so good... He hissed, spreading me to get a better view of my stretched out cunt. He kept pushing himself in, until he filled me up to the brim. He stopped for a few seconds, adjusting to the feeling, before he started moving slowly. It was a match made in heaven. I muffled my moans into the pillow as he was moving against me. He made me feel things I've never felt before.

He hovered over me as he picked up the pace, rolling his hips in a way that was touching every sensitive spot inside me.

"Did anyone fuck you like this, sweetheart?" He asked on a low tone, his breath hot in my ear.

"N-Never... Never, Leon..." I barely managed to pant out, throwing my face back into the pillow, muffling my moans.

"Hm? What was that, baby? I couldn’t hear you..." He teased, biting at the nape of my neck.

"Nngh- No- Fuck... Never..." I said louder, my hands gripping the sheets as his movements became rougher.

He smiled against my neck, placing a gentle kiss there. "That's it. That's what I wanted to hear..."

He tugged me up, his chest now flush against my back. He continued to pound me like this, the new angle making me cry out his name. His arm flexed around my neck, making me look up at him with a fucked up expression. He squeezed his bicep, the pressure on my neck making me let out a strangled moan.

"You look so pretty like this, y'know that? So dick-drunk because of me..." He said, his breath hoarse into my ear.

I only managed to let out a broken moan, and that fueled him even more. His thrusts became rougher, deeper and faster, his bicep flexing again to squeeze my neck even more. I was getting lightheaded, my mouth open, my body feeling weaker by the second.

"Love you so much... My pretty girl..." He said into my ear, continuing to mutter praises, planting a gentle kiss on my temple.

The contrast between his gentleness and the roughness of his thrusts and his strong arm holding my neck in place- it was overwhelming in the best way possible. I felt myself get close again, starting to clench around his length.

He felt it, and his other hand reached my swollen clit, rubbing fast circles against it, sending me into a whole another dimension. I moaned his name over and over again, turning my head to him and kissing him sloppily.

He kissed me back with the same intensity, his thrusts getting deeper, his bicep squeezing my neck even more, and the pace of his fingers circling my clit getting faster.

"Come on my dick, baby... Come on... Can you do that for me? I know you can, pretty..."

With that, I started clenching around his length with a broken moan, trembling around him, sustaining myself by holding onto his bicep that was around my neck. He smiled against my neck as he continued to fuck me through my orgasm, his thrusts never slowing down.

He kept fucking me like that, releasing my neck and letting my upper half collapse on the mattress, my ass still in the air.

He grabbed my hips with one hand, while the other grabbed my hair into his fist. He held my hips in place as he picked up the pace, fucking me impossibly faster. He let out ragged breaths and low moans, feeling close to the edge himself.

"Fuuuck... My pretty girl... I'm not gonna last much longer..." He said, his voice rough.

I was a moaning mess at that point, I wasn't able to form a single word. I nodded into the mattress, getting all of the strength I had left in my body to look back at him, muttering a weak "Inside...".

When he heard me say that, his head rolled back with a moan, his thrusts getting erratic. He hovered over me once more, pulling my head up slightly to kiss me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth like he never did that before.

He came inside me with a final deep thrust, moaning into my mouth like he never felt like this before. And most likely... he didn't. He stood still for a bit, catching his breath, planting small kisses on my cheek, my temple, my neck, my shoulder, my back...

He pulled out, the sight of my pussy glistening with his cum would've been enough to make him hard again. But... not now. We were both tired, and he needed to take care of me.

He turned me around, carefully placing my weak body on the mattress, on my back. He hovered over me, smiling to himself as he noticed how dick-drunk I still was, giving me a soft kiss on my forehead.

"You alright?" He chuckled, brushing some stray hairs away from my face.

I chuckled with my eyes still closed. I nodded, giving him a soft, drunken smile. "I've never been better."

He laughed softly, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. "I think you were right..."

I slightly opened my eyes, a confused expression on my face. "About?"

He could only smile. He kissed my lips again, before speaking up: "About the fact that I know you better than anyone else. I think you were right."

I smiled at him, my weak hand making its way to his cheek, gently stroking it. "I'm always right, Leon." I chuckled.

He rolled his eyes playfully, pulling me into a gentle hug. "Here she goes again..."

"What? Am I wrong?" I laughed, looking down at him, his face buried into the crook of my neck.

"Not at all. But, this attitude of yours... You always had it." He mumbled against my neck. "As much as it annoys the shit out of me sometimes, honestly... it just makes me wanna love you even more." I couldn't help but smile at him, my hand going to the back of his head, playing with his hair gently. "This, or to fuck this attitude out of you." He pulled back his head to look at me. "I mean... Both, actually.”

I rolled my eyes, slapping his shoulder gently. "Oh shut up, Leon..."

He chuckled to himself, burying his face onto the crook of my neck again. "I love you too."

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Modern Purim Stevepop AU

“Sodaaa! We’re going to be laaaate!”

“Pony, we’re half an hour early!”

Soda could hear Ponyboy pouting from halfway across the house. He rolled his eyes, then decided to never externalise that again because, if his reflection was anything to go by, it was not a good look on him.

All right, maybe not never again, but not for the next two hours. He had a Boy to impress and two hours a year to do it in.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be out in a sec!” He checked himself in the mirror, fixed a strand of hair that was out of place, and unlocked the bathroom door.

Can of soda for the third year running, and the joke wasn’t getting old.

They’d been going to the synagogue to read the Megillah Esther for as long as Soda could remember, but the Boy only appeared when he was ten or so.

He’d walked in alone, startlingly small among the mostly adult crowd. Someone had been walking by when they noticed he wasn’t wearing a yarmulke and plopped one on his head without a second though.

He’d jumped about a foot in the air.

Then he’d grabbed the yarmulke, smiling a bit when he realised what it was, and looked around to find who’d put it on him.

He didn’t find them, but he did meet Soda’s eyes from across the room.

Soda obviously looked away in the most conspicuous way possible and instantly fell in love. (Or, maybe not in love, given they didn’t know each other, but the Boy was his bi awakening.)

The Boy didn’t stay for the party afterwards — although it wasn’t much of a party, more of a potluck / awkward family reunion where old people would come up to you and claim to have changed your diapers — and never dressed up as anything for purim. He came and left alone, even when he couldn’t have possibly been much older than Soda.

“Really, Soda? Coke again?”

Soda grinned at Darry widely. “S’a good joke.”

Maybe Darry was about to respond, but Ponyboy was downright glowering at the two of them, so they shuffled over to the car quietly and let Ponyboy take the left-hand seat.

The Curtises talked on the way to the synagogue, but it was unclear who was talking and what they were talking about because in Soda’s head the Boy was talking — his voice was hard to pin down but Soda imagined it’d be a bit lower than his own, he seemed a bit older —, complaining about school with Soda, and then he was laughing and his laugh was so pretty and it was because of something Soda said and —

“Move, idiot, or I’ll shake you till the bubbles make you explode.”

Soda rolled his eyes, then cursed himself internally and frantically (but surely subtly) looked around to make sure the Boy wasn’t around.

Once he made sure his dignity was intact, he shoved Darry back and got out of the car.

Darry clambered out after him and flicked his forehead. Soda made a grab for his hair — long enough to pull at now — but Darry grabbed his hand and started twisting his arm around —

“Boys!”

They both froze and turned to face Mom sheepishly.

“Sorry, Mom.”

The bitachon nodded at them as they stepped inside. They’d all come to pick Ponyboy up from his bar mitzvah classes at least once, and Lutz had a good memory when it came to faces.

“Rifka!” A woman came over — Naomi? Deborah? — and hugged Mom. Her husband followed close behind, and soon Mom and Dad were laughing about something that happened ten years ago, sons utterly forgotten.

Ponyboy was reading from the piece of paper in his hands under his breath, pacing as he recited it. He got the tenth chapter, the shortest one, but that didn’t stop him from stressing about it incessantly.

Darry and Soda stood awkwardly next to each other. There weren’t any other kids in the community they were really friends with — just the Boy, but he was nowhere to be found and it wasn’t like Soda had even talked to him —, but they also didn’t have anything to talk about, so they had to spend the fifteen minutes until the service actually began standing around, occasionally making chit chat with people who all seemed to know them, despite them not having any recollection of their existence.

At around 7, they started filtering into the actual synagogue to start the service.

There were a couple of rows facing the bimah and a couple rows perpendicular to those on either side. The ones facing the bimah were generally taken by the more religious people — Soda thought of them like the nerds but in Judaism —, while the more casual attendees took the perpendicular seats.

The Curtises always sat in the second row on the left side of the synagogue, and Soda made sure to be the last one to go in so that the Boy could sit next to him when he arrived. (Even though the Boy didn’t know he existed. Surely he would see the empty seat and feel an undeniable attraction.)

Ponyboy fidgeted with his paper all throughout the barchu, and when Soda tried to put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him, he flinched him off.

Halfway through the sh’ma, the Boy walked in.

He wasn’t dressed up this year either, unless he didn’t usually wear jeans and a loose shirt. His hair was combed back, although he didn’t have any swirls in it. Did he stop doing it or did he just not feel like it today?

He stepped inside and took a seat in the nearest place he could find — front row of the right-hand side, almost directly across from Sodapop.

That had to be on purpose, right? There were lots of empty seats — it wasn’t a big synagogue to begin with, but they still didn’t manage to fill them all —, and he chose the one right in front of Soda. It had to mean something, right?

Or maybe not everyone’s obsessed with some guy they see once a year that they don’t even talk to

Then they got to the amidah.

Soda had nothing against religion, but G-d, did he hate the amidah. Everyone standing in silence, just reading from the siddurim. It wasn’t like he could read Hebrew, and even if he could, he wouldn’t be able to concentrate for that long.

Pony loved it, obviously. He didn’t use to be able to read it, but now that he was in bar mitzvah classes, he’d learnt the Hebrew alphabet and read along excitedly.

Mom and Dad had been going to the same synagogue for years, and every time they did they would read the amidah. They must’ve had it memorised by now, but they still read it every time without fail.

Darry was staring holes into his siddur. He knew how to read Hebrew, but just didn’t like to. Said it was a pain and he didn’t like praying anyways.

The Boy was looking at his siddur intently, mouthing the words as he read along. Watching him was the only way Soda got through these things, really. The little frown he had when he reached a word he didn’t know how to pronounce, the almost unnoticeable smile when he got through a sentence easily.

“Today we’ll be reading the Megillah Esther to complete the Purim mitzvah. We’ve had ten volunteers to come up and read this year, and we’ll be reading in ten different languages,” Rabbi Sarah said, “Rebecca will be reading in Yiddish; then David will follow her in English; Susie over there — recently did her bat mitzvah, very insightful dvar torah — in Italian; Yael will be reading it in French, which she’s learning to honour her family; Deborah offered to read in German; Will in Spanish; I’ll read the seventh chapter in Hebrew; Laura will read in Dutch; Emma in Turkish; and finally Ponyboy will read the tenth chapter in Hebrew as well.”

And so the reading began.

Ponyboy was biting his nails beside Soda, tapping his foot all throughout the first chapter.

“You’re gonna do great,” Soda whispered to him as Rebecca stepped out from behind the bimah and went back to her seat.

“You don’t know that,” Pony whispered back, moving onto his other hand.

See, the issue Sodapop had with going to the synagogue was that it sounded real nice in theory, but he couldn’t sit still nearly long enough in practice.

He liked the feeling of community, even if he wasn’t entirely clear on where he stood relating to G-d. Knowing that here he was safe, here everyone was like him, it was a warm feeling. Something as simple as opening the siddurim from the right hand side and seeing everyone else do the same… It was nice. A sort of home.

But then there was what came after opening the siddurim. And that was where Soda lost the connection. He couldn’t concentrate for long enough to decipher the Hebrew words or understand Rabbi Sarah’s dvar torahs. He couldn’t focus on what the words in front of him were saying during silent readings of the sh’ma or the amidah, because his mind loved to wander.

So even if he wanted to do the mitzvot and he wanted to listen to the Megillah Esther, he just couldn’t. Because the moment Rebecca started talking, his mind went to a completely different universe.

Then there was David, who he more or less understood when he could get himself to listen.

And then there was Susie, accompanied by Two-Bit (they got there too late to ever hang out beforehand, but it was fun to talk during the party afterwards). They were in matching Mario Bros costumes, Two-Bit as Luigi and Susie as Mario.

Every time Haman’s name came up, Two-Bit roared like the place was on fire and got everyone all hyped up about it. It got annoying after a while, but Susie still giggled every time so maybe it was worth it.

Then came Yael and Deborah and Will and Rabbi Sarah and Laura and Emma (painfully long chapter), and then finally it was Ponyboy’s turn.

What Soda hadn’t accounted for would be that everyone would turn around to look at them as he stood up to let Ponyboy out of the row. What he hadn’t accounted for would be that “everyone” would include the Boy.

So when his eyes snapped to look at the Boy — as they always did, whenever something happened, because he wanted to see his reaction —, he found him already looking back.

Soda stumbled as he sat back down.

Everyone was looking at Ponyboy, thankfully. Everyone but the Boy. Soda smiled sheepishly at him and the Boy smiled sarcastically.

But he didn’t look away.

And then Ponyboy started reading and Soda had to look away from the Boy because Pony would ask for a fifteen-hundred word analysis of everything he did — every gesture and twitch and falter — the minute he sat back down.

And also because it was an important moment for Ponyboy and all that.

And when the applause started and Ponyboy stepped away, failing to suppress a smile, and Soda looked over at the Boy to see what he thought, his eyes were still locked on Sodapop.

Soda tilted his head in questioning. The Boy tilted his head right back.

Then people were getting up and grabbing their things to move to the room next door where they’d have the imitation of a party. The Boy put his jacket back on and left the synagogue without a word to anyone.

Soda made a split second decision between the hamantaschen that he knew for a fact were the best ones in town (although he would never tell Mom) and the love of his life.

“Dar, Dar— I ain’t feelin’ too good, so I’m gonna head home, all right?”

Darry raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Yeah, okay. I’ll let Mom and Dad know.”

“Thanks Dar. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” His smile turned into a shit-eating grin. “And, hey, you might just get him this year.”

Soda looked up slowly. “I will actually murder you if you say another word about it.”

“Hurry up, loverboy,” Darry whispered mockingly, the glee plain on his face, “your true love’s getting away.”

Soda shot him the ugliest look he could and shuffled out of the synagogue, deciding against flipping Darry off at the last moment, lest someone else see it and start yelling at him about how vulgar and grotesque this generation is.

He touched the mezuzah quickly, kissed his fingers, and caught sight of the Boy less than a block down the right.

“Hey!” he called out, and the Boy turned around. It took less than ten seconds for Soda to catch up to him running, and less than five seconds for him to realise he had no idea what to say. “Hey,” he said again, quieter this time.

“Hey,” the Boy said back, brow furrowed in confusion.

Shit. Was this a mistake? Was the Boy even looking at him? Did Soda just misinterpret everything?

“Why’d you leave before the party?”

The Boy was a bit shorter than Soda. Not much, not enough to be noticeable across the synagogue, but he was a bit shorter.

He shrugs. “Didn’t feel like it. Don’t know anyone there. S’not like parties are really my thing or anything.”

His voice wasn’t all that deep, really. Sorta like Soda’s, only heavier, in a way.

“S’not really a party, more like a potluck.”

“What, d’you want me to go?”

“No!” Soda said, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. He didn’t really know what he was doing, or why he was doing it. “Well, I don’t not want you to go, but I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do.”

“Okay.”

And the Boy just stood there. Not doing anything. Not saying anything. Just standing there.

“Can I walk home with you?” Holy shit, Soda, could you find any way to sound creepier?

The Boy blinked. Shrugged. “Okay.” And turned around to keep walking.

Soda sprinted a couple steps to catch up.

“What’s your name?”

The Boy looked up as if he were surprised that Soda was talking to him.

“Steve.”

Left, right, left, right.

“Yours?”

“Sodapop.”

Steve snorted. “Yeah, right.”

“No, really! Dad was awful original, that’s all.”

The Boy — Steve — stopped for a moment and looked Soda up and down. Soda tried his best not to squirm.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

He shrugged again. “Okay.” And they started up again, walking at a much slower pace this time.

Left, right, left, right, left—

“How long’ve you been coming here?” And Soda could scream because Steve asked a question and that meant he was actually interested in having a conversation and —

“S’long as I can remember. You?” he asked, as if he weren’t acutely aware of every minute he had spent in Steve’s presence.

“Since I was ten.”

Left, right, left, right,

“Why’d you start coming?” Soda asked.

“My mom’s Jewish but my dad isn’t, so we never really did much. I got curious, I guess.” Steve shrugged again. “Your whole family’s Jewish, I guess?”

“Yeah. Pony’s the most religious out of all of us, weirdly enough.”

Left, right,

“Pony?”

“Oh, right. My brother. Little brother. His name’s Ponyboy.”

Steve snorted. “Did your dad really just name you two that?”

“Yeah. Thought he was funny. He got free reign after my mom fucked up with my older brother.”

“What’d she do?”

“Well— wait, are you sephardi or ashkenazi? Or mizrahi or something else.”

“I— I don’t know.”

Right, left,

“What do you mean, you don’t know?”

Left, right,

“My mom never told me, I dunno.”

Right, left,

“Oh.”

Left, right, left, right,

“You were talking about your brother’s name?”

“Oh, right!” Soda forced himself to sound chipper, ignoring whatever had just happened. “Well, my mom’s sephardic, dad’s ashkenazi. So Mom named Darry Darrel, after Dad, because for sephardic people it’s sorta an honour. She named him in the hospital and forgot about how it’s bad luck for ashkenazim, I guess. So Dad got all mad — I don’t know how seriously, though, they laugh about it now so I don’t think it was too bad — and decided he could choose the names for any future children they had.”

Steve didn’t respond, but he was smiling.

Left, right, left,

“Hey, why don’t you ever dress up for Purim?”

“What do you mean, ‘ever’?”

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

“Just that I noticed you weren’t dressed up other years, too.”

“Oh.”

Right, left,

“Never had anything to dress up as, I guess.”

Right, left,

“Huh. Yeah, that makes sense.”

Soda started heading to the right while Steve turned left.

“Oh,” Soda said, disappointment leaking into his voice, “I guess we split here.”

“Yeah.”

Neither of them turned to move.

“D’you have a phone?” Soda asked, immediately feeling stupid.

“No,” Steve deadpanned, and for a second Soda believed him.

“Can I have your number?”

“I don’t know, can you?”

Soda rolled his eyes and cursed himself internally because he had to last two hours, dammit, it’s one stupid gesture.

Then he held out his phone so Steve could put his number in.

…

“Darry Darry Darry Darry Darry Darry—”

“You are so lucky it’s a Thursday because if my phone rang during Shabbat you bet your ass Rabbi Sarah would’ve killed me.”

“Darry Darry Darry—”

“What?”

“I got his number!”

“Yeah, no shit, it’d be impressive if you didn’t. Didn’t you see the way he was looking at you during the reading?”

“No? I was busy looking at our little brother who was taking a big step in overcoming stage fright?”

“Yeah, well I can multitask. And he’s not subtle— yeah! Behind the toilet paper.”

“Darry?”

“No, that’s the ibuprofen. You wanna take the aspirin.”

“Darry, what the fuck.”

“The one in the red box, y’know?”

“Darry, are you okay? Genuinely.”

“Mom was walking by, genius. You want her to know you left the purim party to pick up some guy?”

“Okay, first of all, he’s not just some guy—”

“The correct answer was, ‘no, Darry, my wonderful older brother, I didn’t want her to know. Thank you for being so nice and covering for me!’” Darry said with fake cheer.

“No, Darry, my wonderful older brother, I didn’t want her to know,” Soda said, as emotionless as he could manage, “Thank you for being so nice and covering for me.”

“Eh. Could use more feeling. 6 out of 10. I gotta go though, some old ladies are giving me these absolutely vicious side-eyes. Which is better than unwanted shidduch, but not much.”

“Speaking of... How’s Talia’s niece?”

“Still gay.”

“You still broken up about it?”

“I’m hanging up now.”

“Wait no! Don’t go, my love! I accept you in all your aromantic glory!”

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THE FIRST DAY HOME

— an addition to milestones (part of the dadrry universe) 🌅

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A revitalizing gust of autumn air graced Harry's lungs when he nudged his hip against the handicap button near the hospital door. His hands were too occupied to manually push it open himself since one acted as a crutch of balance for you, and the other gripped the car seat that held his two-day-old daughter.

During the journey out, finally leaving behind drab hallways and stuffy rides in the elevator, Harry had refilled his disposable coffee cup and drowsily glanced between the Keurig and his sleeping baby girl. He had noticed she was no bigger than the burbling machine in front of him—just shy of eighteen inches tall, she could have practically been mistaken for a doll with her pouted pink lips and silken eyelashes that melted the hearts of everyone who passed by. The nurses Harry had made friends with over the past couple of days fawned over her, and it had taken a good ten minutes to leave the waiting room because of all the attention.

She belonged at home, though, which is why he had politely excused himself and ushered you and his baby out of the hospital like he was relocating valuable artwork. On second thought, the analogy didn't sound too far from reality.

Scanning the congested parking lot, Harry tried to remember where he parked the damn car—those three cups of black coffee he had downed in the last hour weren't working in his favor. He shivered and tucked you closer into his warmth. It was November, so a chill hung in the crisp morning air and required sweatshirts. His daughter had a crocheted blanket from the nursery resting over her body and a pink beanie snug on her head. The temperature change didn't seem to bother her, nor did the movement when he eventually steered the two of you in the direction of the car.

He unlocked the doors while mentally reviewing the safety procedures for securing a fragile baby into a big, scary vehicle. So many things could go wrong, but he brushed aside those troubling thoughts and carefully installed the car seat to face the rear.

"You got everything?" you asked faintly, lingering behind him like a gentle spirit guide.

Harry turned his head and took in your physical state of weariness. "Yeah, love. Did you want to do it? Sorry, I got ahead of myself."

Your detached gaze looked right through him as you shook your head. "No, I'm too tired and sore," you whispered, sniffling a little. He sincerely hoped it was from the weather and not from forthcoming emotions.

Lovingly cradling your head, he said, "I hear you, honey. How about you go sit down and rest for a bit? I'm in dad mode right now. You need to be in sleep mode."

You slumped your forehead against his chest, an adorable way of nonverbally saying thank you, then retreated to the other side of the car to get in the back. Harry reached over to buckle your seatbelt before continuing his task.

After pushing his unwashed hair out of his eyes, he clicked the car seat into position and tightened the straps securing his daughter just to be safe. Her blanket was tucked behind her neck, and he inhaled the skin there, her addictive baby smell easing his cluttered mind almost instantly. With a featherlight kiss to her cheek, he softly shut the door and slid into the driver's seat with aching joints and a foreign feeling coursing through his veins. He adjusted the rear-view mirror to better see both of you and grinned when he saw you dozing off already. He couldn't help himself when he reached back to loosely grab your fingers and plant a kiss on your wedding ring.

"What's wrong?" you slurred, weakly squeezing his thumb. The way you stared at him, so very tired yet so very beautiful, reminded him of memories gone by.

"Nothing," Harry said with a choked laugh. Why was he tearing up? When had that happened? "You… you're a mom. We're parents. It hit me just now."

He always knew you were never meant to be a stranger in his life.

"Well, Mom needs Dad to start driving so I can sleep in my own bed again—and on my stomach." You smiled lazily. "Oh, I can't wait for that."

With that, he reversed out of the parking space and headed home. It was a tranquil drive along the coast, soft breathing and sips of coffee being the only sounds until he eventually pulled into the driveway, the slowest he'd ever done.

The next few minutes were a blur. Harry unpacked the trunk stuffed with supply bags he had brought to the hospital, which were full of necessary and unnecessary items. Once inside the comfort of the house, he watched you immediately sprawl out onto the couch and drown in the comforter that had been left there from your five-in-the-morning contractions.

Harry filled a glass of ice water for you and set it on the coffee table before kneeling, his knees cracking due to minimum use in the last forty-eight hours. "I'm going to show her around the house," he murmured, playing with your hair.

"You sound like a real estate agent."

He hummed a dry laugh. "Am I delirious, or has motherhood made your jokes worse?"

You kicked your foot out to hit him; however, you accidentally nailed him right in his groin region. Harry grunted and pinched his eyes shut, suffering through the momentary pain. Your gasp quickly turned into a giggle, and he tickled your neck as revenge.

"I'd like to have more kids with you, thanks," he said, standing with a groan and subtly adjusting himself. "Call me if you need anything, yeah? And drink some water, please."

He stepped away and lifted his daughter from the car seat, his heart expanding at the way her body remained scrunched. He then wrapped her blanket around himself, the material stretching enough to cover her.

He should show her the nursery first, where he would spend a lot of bonding time in the upcoming weeks, or even the kitchen, where she'd be his enthralled audience member as he cooked meals. Instead, he slid off his shoes and opened the patio door before slowly trekking down the wooden stairs leading to the house's private beach area. The California sunrise was a boundless blend of blues and oranges, and the water along the horizon sparkled.

"What do you think?" he asked the sleeping bundle in his arms. With bare feet, he found a place on the sand where the waves barely reached his toes. The sound of them crashing on the shore solidified the feeling of home in his chest. "Pretty breathtaking, huh?"

He would never get sick of the view since it was the backdrop of his most treasured moments with you. Drinking coffee together and watching the sunrise as birds chirped their morning songs. Spending golden hour evenings kissing in the ocean while lust flourished like a summer zinnia. Moonlit nights sitting by a campfire, prattling on about the future while tipsy on wine.

Everything circled back to you, like he was in a whirlpool of your sheer, shimmering existence.

"Your mom," Harry mused, "she's amazing, isn't she? Sometimes, I wonder how she does it. How she makes everything look so effortless." He bent his knees and laid his daughter on his thighs, as if speaking to her directly would ingrain the sentiment into her head. "I want you to know she will give you the world, okay? She's going to make you feel so loved, and I'll do my absolute best to match her affection, but know that you won't meet anyone who loves more selflessly than her."

The breeze agreed as it picked up and swirled around him. Glancing down, he studied the creation in his arms. Her features were the perfect fusion of him and you, with the shape of her eyes matching yours and the shape of her lips matching his.

"I hope you look more like her than me when you get older," he said, drawing shapes in the sand with his fingers. "But the selfish side of me hopes you have my smile. Don't tell her that, though. Let's wait until she sees it, because then she'll never be able to say no to you. I figured out that secret ages ago."

He couldn't wait until her personality started to shine through. Would she try to get her way by being clingy like he does? Or would she give him puppy-dog eyes like you do? If it was a mixture of both, he would have a troublemaker on his hands.

"Anyway," Harry said with an exhale, "I brought you out here because this beach is where we'll spend lots of time together. Dad has special memories here. My favorite is when I proposed to your mother. After she said yes, we ran into the ocean without knowing where life would take us." His eyes became glossy, a film of tears threatening to escape his waterline. "I'm so glad it brought us you. I'm so, so glad."

As morning eased its way into full effect, he looked back at the house where years of love resided. Why not add some more?

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#harry styles blurb #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfic #dadrry #dad!harry #dilfrry #harry styles #adore-laur #the first day home

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hjparisian · 1 year ago

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always yours-harry j potter x reader

p: harry j potter x fem! reader w: TW !!! toxic relationship, abuse, fluff ending, cussing, not proof read summary: harry and (y/n) come across each other a bit after the war and reconnect. a/n: another request from a lovely follower! so sorry this is so late. i haven't had motivation to write and couldn't figure out what to even write. if any of you guys are in an abusive relationship, please try to reach out to someone! i know it's better said than done but you all deserve the best.

The light breeze felt perfect to (Y/N). It was her day off of work from the Ministry today, so (Y/N) decided to use this day for herself to relax. Merlin knows that her work and her boyfriend has her feeling drained.

(Y/N) had just exited Flourish and Blotts, nose in one of the new books she bought. Her focus was disrupted when she bumped into a large figure, making her drop her book.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, I should've been looking where I was going," (Y/N) said to the person as she went to pick up her book but someone else grabbed it first.

"Oh it's alright, no worries," a familiar voice said to her.

(Y/N) looked up to the person handing her her book back.

"Wait, H-Harry?"

"(Y/N)?"

The girl was in shock. In front of her was her old friend and former crush, Harry Potter. The last time they've seen each other was at the Battle of Hogwarts. Though she had returned to Hogwarts for her eighth year, Harry did not.

"What are you doing here?" (Y/N) asked the man.

"I was just grabbing some stuff for school."

"School?"

"Yeah," Harry said. "I'm teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts."

"That's amazing Harry!" (Y/N) said to him. "I mean you were the best at the class. Plus you were such an amazing teacher when you taught Dumbledore's Army so it doesn't surprise me."

"Thanks, (Y/N). And what are you doing?"

"Oh, I just came from Flourish and Blotts. It's my day off from the Ministry and I was looking for new books."

"Well," Harry says. "What else do you have planned for today?"

"Honestly, nothing else."

"Do you want to come over to my place?" Harry asked her. "I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to. I was just hoping we could catch up maybe?"

"I would love to," (Y/N) said without a second thought.

Harry and (Y/N) exited the Leaky Cauldron and apparated to Harry's place. It was an apartment not too far from London. Harry unlocked the door and let (Y/N) enter.

It was a rather simple but clean apartment. There were a couple photos on the walls from Harry's years at Hogwarts. One that caught (Y/N)'s eye was a picture of Dumbledore's Army during their fifth year. Harry was in the middle of the photo and (Y/N) somehow had a spot right next to Harry.

"Bring back memories, huh?" Harry said as he stood behind her.

"Yeah. I still remember the first meeting." (Y/N) said. "I wanted to punch Zacharias in the face."

Harry laughed at your comment. "Me too, but he did come around."

Harry guided (Y/N) to the couch in his living room.

"Did you want anything to drink?" Harry asked her. "I got water, butterbeer, firewhiskey."

"Some butterbeer please."

Harry left to the kitchen and returned with two bottles of butter beer, handing one to (Y/N).

"So, how are Hermione and Ron?"

"They're good. They got engaged recently."

"Really?" (Y/N) said in awe. "That's wonderful! I remember talking with Hermione about Ron back in sixth year. Finally got her to admit her feelings for him."

Harry nodded his head, grinning at the memories. "They were both too stubborn to realize it."

(Y/N) nodded before taking a sip of the butterbeer. "What about you Harry? You were with Ginny last I heard."

"I was but not anymore." (Y/N) had a shocked look on her face. "We broke up a while back."

"Really? And Ron hasn't killed you?" (Y/N) asked.

Harry chuckled a bit. "It was actually Ginny who ended it. It was mutual so no bad blood between us."

"That's good then."

A question had been burning on the back of Harry's mind. Thankfully, they were on the topic of it.

"What about you? Are you with anyone?"

(Y/N) set down the bottle she was holding before she answered. "I am actually."

Harry felt his heart drop a bit. "Who is it?"

(Y/N) started messing with the hem of her top, feeling a bit nervous. "Do you remember Cormac McLaggen? He tried out for keeper our sixth year."

For some reason, Harry felt his heart crumble a bit. That bloke Cormac is with (Y/N)? Those two couldn't be anymore different. How could that troll earn her love?

"Harry?"

(Y/N)'s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Are you alright Harry? You were zoning out a bit," (Y/N) pointed out.

"Oh, yeah I'm fine. I remember him, bit of a jerk from what I remember in sixth year." Harry said. "Is Cormac good to you?"

(Y/N) avoided eye contact and kept messing with her shirt. "Oh yeah. I mean we have a few arguments here and there, but he means well. Do you mind bringing another bottle of butterbeer please?"

Harry nodded before getting up to the kitchen again. He didn't necessarily believe (Y/N), but he wasn't going to prod on their relationship.

The two had been enjoying reconnecting. Harry told (Y/N) stories from his first year teaching at Hogwarts, one including how a third year girl sent him a singing card on Valentine's Day. (Y/N) also told Harry about her job at the Ministry and how her coworker spilt coffee on Kingsley Shacklebolt's robes.

(Y/N) looked at the clock on the nearby wall to see that it was a quarter past twelve am. She couldn't believe that she's been talking to Harry for this long. She had to get home.

"Hey Harry, I have to get going," (Y/N) told the man sitting next to her.

Harry looked at the clock to also see how late it was. "Oh, sorry. I didn't realize the time."

"It's quite alright Harry, I had a wonderful time with you anyways."

"Will you be apparating home?" Harry asks her. "Don't want you to head home by yourself if you aren't."

"Yes, I am. You don't need to worry," she said to him. "Besides, I know a few spells thanks to a certain Gryffindor."

Harry smiled a bit, knowing she was referring to him.

"I'll see you later Harry," (Y/N) said while handing him a paper.

The girl disapperated, returning to her home.

Harry unfolded the paper, which revealed some numbers. It was (Y/N)'s phone number. Right under it, she left a small message.

Call me! :)

The next morning, (Y/N) woke up to hearing noises coming from the kitchen. She put on a sweater and walked out to find her boyfriend Cormac cooking.

"Good morning," he said to her.

"Morning," she said.

"Thought I'd make us breakfast before you go to work," said Cormac. "Also where were you last night? You got home pretty late."

"I was catching up with an old friend."

Cormac hummed before asking her the dreaded question. "Who?"

"Oh it's no one special," she nervously said.

Cormac raised an eyebrow at her before asking again. "Who were you with, (Y/N)?"

(Y/N) cleared her throat before speaking. "Harry."

"Potter?"

"Yeah him."

(Y/N) looked at her boyfriend, seeing a look of resentment in his eyes.

"I never really liked that bloke." Cormac said while handing (Y/N) her plate. "Gave the keeper spot to Weasley just because that's his best friend."

(Y/N) just nodded, not wanting to say anything to make Cormac upset.

The two ate until (Y/N) had to go to work. While heading to work, (Y/N) felt her phone buzz. She saw it was a number she didn't recognize, but the back of her mind was hoping it was a certain boy.

(Y/N) took chance and answered it. "Hello?"

"Hello?" A familiar voice said. "Is this (Y/N)?"

(Y/N) laughed a bit before responding. "Yes it is."

"Oh good. It's Harry."

"I know," (Y/N) said, smiling. "I recognized your voice."

"Ah yeah," Harry said. "How are you?"

"Good. Just heading to work."

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize. I can call later."

(Y/N) felt herself smiling more.

"No it's alright! I have time. Besides, it makes the travel to work less lonely."

And so began a new routine of Harry calling her on her way to work. Which then went into them calling each other after work. On nights Cormac was away, Harry and (Y/N) would call each other.

Harry and (Y/N) began seeing each other more in person too. He'd join her on trips to Diagon Alley for more books or to grab a bite after a long day of work.

This change did not go by unnoticed by Cormac, though. He noticed how distracted she became, how she smiled at her phone more, how she left for work earlier and came back later, how she'd go out more.

The boy had enough.

One day, when (Y/N) had returned from work late, Cormac was sitting in her living room, waiting for her arrival.

"Oh! Didn't know you were here Cormac, I thought you wouldn't get home 'til later," the girl said upon noticing her boyfriend on her couch.

"Where were you?" The boy asked her.

Cormac had gotten up and walked towards her, glaring at her.

(Y/N) had begun to feel a bit nervous, knowing Cormac wouldn't like the reason she had returned late.

"I-I was at work," (Y/N) stammered out.

"What about after work?" Cormac questioned her. "Where did you go?"

"Just went to grab a bite."

Cormac began pestering her. "With who? You had to have been with someone if you've taken this long."

(Y/N) felt herself starting to shake. She had never enjoyed when Cormac began to act like this, knowing he was getting angry and a bit emotional.

"I was just out with a friend," she meekly said.

"I wanna know who you were with (Y/N)."

"It was just a friend, Cormac."

"Don't bullshit me. Was it with Potter?"

(Y/N)'s hesitation was all Cormac needed to get his answer.

"It was with Potter, wasn't it."

(Y/N) couldn't lie to him, knowing he figured her out. She nodded.

"Yes, but he's just a friend."

Cormac laughed at her. "Oh really, (Y/N)? Doesn't look like it to me. All those days you came home late, were on the phone for hours. Probably all with fucking Potter. Wouldn't be surprised if you went and shagged him."

--TW description of physical abuse--

"Cormac, I didn't shag him! We were just reconnecting, that's all. Please let's just tal-"

A loud smack echoed through the room.

Cormac had hit her.

"Shut up you bitch!"

Tears welled up in (Y/N)'s face. Cormac took noticed of this and began laughing at her.

"You're crying?" The boy shoved her against the wall. "What if I give you something to actually cry about?"

"Cormac, stop!" (Y/N) sobbed.

He let go of her and let her drop to the ground. (Y/N) had begun sobbing loudly, hyperventilating.

"Get out (Y/N)! Go to your fucking boyfriend Potter for all I care." Cormac screamed at her.

--TW end--

(Y/N) had pushed herself up and got out the door before Cormac slammed it behind her. She decided to use her strength to apparate to the only person that could help her.

She knocked on the door and waited a second before it opened to reveal her former schoolmate.

Harry stared at her before bringing her inside and embracing her. She flinched, but began melting into his embrace after telling herself that it's just Harry.

"I just need to know," Harry began. "Did Cormac do this to you?"

(Y/N) just nodded, not wanting to speak.

Harry felt himself become angry. How could Cormac do this to her? She was an angel, unlike that asshole. He never deserved her. But did Harry himself deserved (Y/N)? He couldn't protect her, keep her safe. This could've been avoided if Harry was with (Y/N).

He couldn't think about that now when (Y/N) was in his arms needing care. He brought the girl to his bathroom, doing his best to try and tend the bruises that littered her skin. Harry drew a bath and brought a change of clothes for (Y/N).

"I'll be right outside, I promise." He told her. "I'll have to finish checking your bruises when your done."

Once (Y/N) decided to get out of the bath half an hour later, Harry made sure he didn't miss any other injuries before bringing her to his bed. He was just going to let her rest until a hand grabs his.

"Don't leave. Please."

Harry would always listen to (Y/N).

The boy stayed with her until sleep finally took over. As much as Harry wanted to stay with her, he had business to take care of.

Thankfully, he remembered where (Y/N) lived after dropping her off multiple times so he apparated in the night to her door. He banged on the door hard until it opened, revealing his new worst enemy.

"What do you want Potter? (Y/N) isn't here."

"Oh I know." Harry told Cormac. "Just came for a chat."

Harry stepped forward in an attempt to enter the house until Cormac stopped him.

"I'm busy right now."

"Well I guess I can try to make this quick," Harry said.

A punch was thrown at the older wizard, catching him off guard. Harry grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pushed them into the apartment, shoving him up against the nearest wall.

"I know what you did to (Y/N), McLaggen. How dare you hurt her!" Harry screamed at him.

"I didn't do such thing." Another punch was thrown.

"Don't you dare lie to me! I know you did it. You hurt her! You never deserved her."

"Oh but you think you do?" Cormac scoffed at Harry, while trying to push him off.

"I would've treated her way better than you ever have."

"You want a slut like her? You're pathetic Potter."

Those words had enraged Harry more than ever. The two continued fighting, Harry having the upper hand. One more punch landed on Cormac before he fell to the floor.

"You better stay away from (Y/N). If I hear that you stepped one foot near her I won't hesitate to punch you again," Harry spat at him before making his leave back to his home.

Harry headed for his room, wanting to make sure that the girl he loves was still there. Fortunately, she was, but she was awake.

"Where did you go Harry? I was getting worried."

"I just went to take care of something," he said, trying to reassure her.

"What do you need to take care of at this time?" (Y/N) said while walking toward him.

A small gasp slipped her month before her hand made contact with his cheek. Harry would be lying if he said it didn't feel nice.

"You're hurt Harry!" (Y/N) exclaimed before dragging him to his bathroom.

"(Y/N) love, I'm fine." He kind of wasn't. Harry looked at his reflection in the mirror and saw the marks Cormac apparently left him. He was too focused on getting vengeance for (Y/N) that he ignored it.

(Y/N) began cleaning his face. "Harry, you have dried blood on your face. I don't think that's considered fine. What were you doing?"

"If I tell you, you have to promise you won't be upset," Harry said to her.

"What?" (Y/N) paused, confused.

"Just promise me."

"Fine. I promise I won't get upset."

"Alright, well," Harry began. The adrenaline was gone and he began feeling nervous. "I went to visit Cormac at your guys apartment."

"You went to see Cormac?" (Y/N) squeaked. "Why would you do that Harry?"

"I couldn't stand what he did to you (Y/N). He hurt you. You didn't deserve what he did. I had to teach him a lesson."

"So you went to beat each other up?"

"Well, him more so than me," Harry joked.

"Why? Why would you beat him up for me?"

"Because (Y/N). I love you."

(Y/N)'s eyes widen in shock. "W-what?"

"I love you. And I think I always have. Seeing you brought back those feelings I've had back when we were at Hogwarts. I would do anything to protect you (Y/N)."

"Oh Harry," tears welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes.

Harry noticed and got a little bit worried. "It's alright if you don't feel the same way. I know you just had to deal with Cormac so-"

Arms wrapped around him and lips met his. Harry froze for a second before melting into it, gently placing his hands on her waist.

(Y/N) was the first to break the kiss, to respond to Harry's declaration of love to her.

"I love you too, Harry."

(Y/N) finished cleaning up Harry before heading back to his bed. His arms wrapped around her, keeping her warm and safe.

"I promise to protect you no matter what," Harry said to her. "I would do anything for you."

"And I will do the same for you, because you're mine."

"And I will always be yours."

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starillusion13 · 1 year ago

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Hi congrats on 500 i would like to request for ateez ot8xfreader

IS THIS THE END?

Pairing: Ateez! ot8 x fem! reader

Genre: Lore Au, Angst, Mystery

Warnings: crying, mention of death, fever dream, many flashbacks, loneliness (major warning is this is mixture of sad and happy fic, idk why am feeling so down in this spooky season.)

W.C: 5.3k

Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated 😭. Applause to the ones who come up to me to interact and they know how friendly I am. Okay enough!

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dear Anon! ( I'm sorry if you wanted something spicy or fluff but i instead of these two, wrote something very different. i hope you may like it. Please let me know.)

Standing in front of this place seems different now, no more those chaos, those laughs echoing through the huge space, those smiley faces running around the street and getting shelter inside the huge place. Street is just now a silent and abandoned place without those lively beings occupying the area. Your fingers touch the cheeks to feel the wet sensation only to realize that you are crying, Crying for what? You don’t have hope for anything to return to its origin, right? Nothing can turn back. You are lost, they are lost and everything is lost. This place is lost without you all. Are you still going to keep a hope within yourself for, for them. Why? Everything is clear to you. You have seen those faces, those words, that scene still haunting you every day, every second and every moment and even now. Your heart aches on those thoughts but never you are caring to soothe it. It’s only because you don’t know how. How can you say to yourself that everything is alright when nothing is in its place, not even your mind and your heart.

Please.

Please what? Is there someone to listen to your pleadings, to listen to your heartbreaking cries every night and to see your helpless state? No. No one is going to pull you into their arms and rub your back with whispers, ‘Shush….its okay…I’m here. Nothing can hurt you. I’m here.’

I am here. Nothing can hurt you.

You are still here but everything is hurting as you are here alone. You are not with them. Them? Is it just them? Are you really going to refer them like this? They are your ‘home’. A safe place. The warehouse in front of your eyes is the only home to you and to them.

Taking few steps closer to the big metal door, binding with chains and locks, your hands fish inside the pocket for the keys. Hastily, you unlock the different locks and pull the chains and throw them to the side, not caring if they are okay to use afterwards. Your mind is just focused on one thing and that is to enter the place. Gripping the big handles in your hold, tears flowing continuously and so you close your eyes. You are ready to push the door but a memory flash across your mind.

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“Welcome to the Wanteez.”

Chuckling, you asked the person, “Wanteez? Why such a name? like, are you wanted?”

Standing in front of an old abandoned building with rusted gate, with some graffiti sprayed across the door and the walls all around, one name is quite repeated ‘WANTEEZ’ and also there are some other things repeated like their names and ‘Heart Awakened Live Alive’ and ‘Hala-zia’. Them and their names, both are weird.

“Yeah something like that. You know why as hear clearly, the loud beats of the music is coming from inside and guess you know, people don’t like citizens like us causing disturbance in the society.”

“So? You guys are enjoying yourselves and why does it matter to those others, they can simply ignore it. It’s not like anyone lives around this place. The nearest house is much far away from here to reach this sound. Unless, you are playing the speakers in front of their house. I would do this if anybody had complained anything about me.”

He laughs loudly along with you on your comment, “There’s more to this, you know. People assume us that we are some sort of gangsters and we are doing illegal stuffs behind everyone’s back. The government and police are always attentive to this surrounding to find any little proof against us to claim us as the criminals.”

“Are you?”

“Huh?” His face turns into a frown and his confused eyes staring back at you.

“The way this place looks like, I must believe you guys have some illegal shits up your sleeves.”

Before he could reply you back, you both feel someone’s hand around your necks.

“What are you both doing here? So, you finally brought our girl to this place.”

You smile to this intruder between you both but you are really happy to see him so energetic like always.

“Yes, Woo. Joong finally brought me here after so much whining and ta da I’m standing in front of the building.”

Wooyoung is the one who is always hyped up with silly matters and trying to lift up everyone’s mood in every situation. The way he takes care of everyone and other’s need is very adorable. Being one of the youngest member, he is referred as the menace also because of his mischievous acts but he is the first one to jump in for you if you are in trouble. The most clingy one and your favorite one in this family. But hush, don’t let him know about this as he would be going to shove this on everyone’s face.

Hongjoong removes his friend’s hand from around his neck and walks towards the gate and before he could pull it open. Wooyoung gives you a mischievous smile and holds your hand and makes a run towards the gate.

“Let’s go….”

“Woo...I will fall. Slow down.”

With other hand, he pushes open the door and left Hongjoong cursing at him

“I swear Wooyoung….”

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You push open the door.

Darkness reflects back to you but the full moon day spreading its light inside, slowly clearing your vision and those memories of coming here and spending time fills your mind. Your eyes are blinded not with the darkness of the room but those happy days replaying in front of you.

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As soon as you step inside the warehouse, your hand still in his hold, you come to a halt and take heavy breaths. With calming yourself and fixing your posture, you look towards the centre of the warehouse, where six other boys staring back at you, some confused and some with soft look on their face. With a quick smile towards them, your eyes follow the interior of the place, some small high widows lining the upper end of the walls on your sides and also huge ventilators, old and somewhat rusted rods attached to the pillars for arranging their stuffs. Many of their items spread across the floor, food packets, clothes, shoes all scattered near a corner, basket ball and different kinds of flyers. You pick up a flyer near your feet and eyes scan the photo and description, some men in black outfits of coat and masked and fedora hat with chains decorated on them. ‘wanted’ written at the top of each flyer.

Those flyers still scattered around you. Tears blurring your vision, legs feeling weak, hands shaking by your side. With shaky steps, you walk towards the sofa, covered with a layer of dust and memories. Taking a seat, your hands caress the material.

“Who are they?”

You look at them with curious eyes but none of them answer you, only Hongjoong snatches away the paper from you and throws it aside. Furrowed eyebrows and pouty lips staring at him, he just gives away a dry smile.

“Nothing, its just something which is not your concern or…any of us.”

Your attention moves towards the speaker where the song has been changed to a different melody. It’s a very soothing one from the previous one and you can see Yunho memorising his steps while looking at the mirror. Seonghwa and San by his side and Wooyoung grinning beside them.

“Well, I don’t care about these mysterious men but I care of these three not acknowledging my presence. I feel so neglected and hurt.”

You make a fake crying expression to which Wooyoung stick out his tongue and Seonghwa flick his head and comes near you and now you are grinning to the scene.

“I cant ignore my girl ever.” His warm palms over your cheeks, soothing your every nerve from the exhaustion since the morning. He has that magic of warmness and healing in himself for which you always run to him for warmth like the heat in winter afternoon.

“I don’t believe you. Also, why is this place so dirty?”

He lets out a groan on your question to which everyone laughs and you jokingly glare at them.

“I have to clean this place all alone and everytime these idiots have to destroy it afterwards.”

You keep a neutral expression for few seconds and one two three you burst into laughter. And now everyone has abandoned their previous individual works and attention focused on you. Only you.

Maybe they are friends since childhood and you are a new addition to the group but you are the most precious part in their life. They have their own individual stories and some of them has shared a little part of their life with you and some just gives you tight smile whenever you want to know about them, like Hongjoong, the leader of this group. He has built this whole friendship circle and the last one to meet you. You don’t know much about him but still you trust him, have faith on him that whatever he does or is going to do in near future is nothing wrong. It means no harm to anyone but you fear for him. He keeping his life and feelings aside, always caring about his friends and you.

Will he be safe?

The second person you don’t know much about is the person standing in front of you, Seonghwa. He has a very strict family and always, he needs to follow their rules and regulation on everything as if every second of his life is already scheduled and he cant have his own way and this is the place where he met hongjoong and now this hideout is the escape place for him. This cold abandoned place has the warmness only because of him. He also gave you a bracelet which has a sensor and signal technology attached to it, of course made by yeosang so that they can know if you are in any danger or not. The way a bracelet braces your wrist like a protectiveness. He is always there like a protective barrier to you.

“I thought you will take my side but you are literally laughing like them.”

“I’m sorry Seonghwa but you looked so funny while complaining. Its not like I’m a tidy person myself so….”

You walk towards Wooyoung and snatch the packet of snacks from him, ignoring his whines. Munching on some, satisfied with the spicy chilli-peppered flavour, you again go near the eldest one.

His confused eyes keenly following your every move and his eyes go wide when you a bundle of papers which are kept in a place altogether on the table in front of the sofa.

“What the hell….”

Wooyoung skipping steps towards you, messily throw some other stuffs towards Seonghwa and others joined in the fun too. That’s how the chaos filled with some running after others, scolding, whining and laughs echoed throughout the place.

Whatever their individual life was, one thing was common among them. It’s you. Their precious treasure in life. You were their everything. You were meant to keep safe by them as you were their only hope in life.

To be their light.

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Your gaze falls on the diary still kept in the place where it used to be on the table. You don’t know exactly to whom this actually belongs to but you know, this is most important thing to them. Maybe was. They are no more here to keep this diary. You put the diary in your backpack when you notice a drone placed in a corner and you know that’s broken.

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“What are you doing Yeosang?”

He is still connecting the wires and testing his remote, not aware of your presence behind him. You place your hand on his shoulder for him to get startled and the drone on which he was working fell from his hand.

“Oh…I’m so sorry…I didn’t mean to scare you…”

“Y/N. Its you. I thought….Leave it. What are you doing here today?”

“Wooyoung has a dance battle later this evening and he asked me to go there to watch his performance. So, your eyes are blessed with my beauty.”

He chuckles. Taking the drone in his hands, he gets up to put it on a shelf nearby. He is the quietest one in this group and the reason is very clear. Somehow, like Seonghwa his life is also controlling one but in a different way. He belongs to a royal family from the city, Sector 1. He has an image to be maintained and also his father doesn’t like him to be friends with others who don’t belong to any royal blood. He is the first one you met. You first met him while you were returning home from school and he was standing in the middle of the road looking up at the sky, maybe questioning about himself. About his life. That’s how you become friends when you two met often at that street and that’s how he introduced you to Seonghwa at one convenience store. Yeosang is very talented in every stuff but outstanding when it comes to technology. You know his secret feelings about everything as he only shares such things with you. And you are always there to listen to him. You are his little blue bird to keep the secrets safe. A bird of hope.

“lets go.”

“where?”

“Come on. Don’t you wanna see how well Yunho choreographed Some steps for Wooyoung?”

You gladly accept his hand and go to the other room where both of them were practicing to a song, you heard it before from them ‘To the beat’.

Both of them are very passionate when it comes to dancing. You love to see the rage behind their eyes to make every step to a perfect level and until they are satisfied, they are repeating the steps again and again.

“Yunho, why don’t you go to the dance battles as well?”

The music is already paused by the other to get some water and so your words are well audible to the tallest one. You could see a sad expression flick to his eyes but quickly he sends a wide smile towards you. This does not ease your worry for him. He doesn’t share much with you but he is the most comfortable person to spend time with. He is the one to give you hug after a long day, to give you the feelings of having an older brother. Brother? Is that he to you? You don’t know what they are to you. But they are everything you need. He is a perfect brother for his friends in this place and a perfect man for every girl out there. And for you?

You feel hands engulfing you in a bear hug. You smile widely, snuggling to the chest, knowing who this is.

“How are you tiny?”

“Ugh! I’m not tiny. Joong is tiny. Call him that, not to me. I’m very tall, atleast than majority of the girls in my neighbourhood.”

“Whatever makes you stand tall.”

“My legs keep me stand tall. You are just too tall Yunho. A walking giraffe.”

“Excuse me.”

“You cant be excused. Woo….lets run away before this giant bury me here.”

Grabbing his wrist, you run outside. Don’t know where. But atleast every place is like heaven when one of them is with you.

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A thud sound makes you startled and then you noticed how a black cat has entered the place. You didn’t notice before but the gate is open and maybe the cat has entered through it as there is no other possible entrance. ‘But I’m sure, I had closed the gate when I entered here’. The black cat sniffing a cabinet and you thought of some food or something is kept there but still out of curiosity, you made your way towards the cat.

The cat is not frightened with your presence near it but as if it is signalling you to open the drawer. With shaky hands, you pull the handle.

An hourglass? No wait. It’s that ‘cromer’.

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“Don’t touch it.”

“Hm?”

“Capt…I mean Hongjoong doesn’t let anyone to touch it.”

“Why? What is this?”

“its cromer. it’s a very important part of our life, especially to him. Come on, lets go to the park.”

“Jongho. Are you all not hiding something from me, right?”

Silence. Your anticipation for an answer grows with each second of his mouth shut and slow breathing.

“…no..”

“hmmm…so you are.”

“what do you mean?”

“Well, I know I’m not close to you all for a long time like you guys are from your childhood but in these five years, I have come to know a lot about you all and also not. Whenever, one of you spend time with me, shares a lot of things with me. I start to think, I have known you completely. I know you all. But the next second I don’t , as if you all are ones with hidden life. What are you all hiding from me?”

“y/N…its nothing like you think.”

“It is everything that I think and like you know. Its nothing the way you all are trying to show me things. If you want me to stay away from this, I will. Stay away from you- “

“never. We wont let you stay away from us.”

“I cant. I cant stay away from you all. You guys are like pirates in my life. The eight boys with individual mysterious pasts and united through friendship and on a heist to conquer the treasure. But, I don’t know what I am. An intruder in the pirate ship, maybe?”

“Our light. Our precious treasure.”

Their light.

Jongho, the youngest of the group. You met him when he was thrashing things around the basketball ground because his dreams of being an athletic came to an end after his accident where he hurt his leg and hand. You still don’t know the cause of it but you know both jongho and yunho feel uncomfortable with the topic and so you keep quiet with this. Jongho is the not the one to show affection in front of everyone but he is really a caring person when you are alone with him. He is a very passionate guy with his personal things, majorly his singing. His soothing honey like voice and gummy smile is everything you need to keep your nightmares away. He is a great listener like yeosang and so the most of the time when you are feeling low, you can find these two beside you.

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There is no one to light up your darkness now. You are all alone here. In this cold abandoned building, sitting in front of the table in middle of the warehouse.

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Palms pressed over your eyes, a presence behind your back, pushing you towards your front.

“Mingi…you know I can’t see when you are literally closing my eyes. Slow down. I can’t match your steps here where different things bumping my shoe.”

“I told you, yeosang to keep your gadgets somewhere else then why are they scattered here?”

You could hear Mingi scolding Yeosang but you know Seonghwa is already picking up the things from the ground.

“So? You could have done then, why still waited for me to clean the mess? I am very much busy.”

Your hands come up to remove his hands from your eyes when you come to a pause but he holds it tighter.

“Not now.”

Licking your lips, you pull your lower lip between your teeth and contemplating as what need to be unfold here. What are they upto? Its not your birthday today then-

“Congratulations on being with us for five years.”

Your eyes squint several times to adjust with the view. Hongjoong standing with a cake in his hand, smiling widely at you with Seonghwa glaring at Wooyoung and trying to smile at you because the other one is trying to blow away the candles. Yeosang by your side gives you a smile and congratulates you with San behind him, giving you his eye smile.

“Y/N. You better blow the candles before him or I have to smack him and light it up again.”

“Don’t worry, San. I’m sure he doesn’t want his name to be removed from the dance club.”

“But you don’t know that Yeosang is there to help that menace so better be prepared.”

Yunho comes to your other side with jongho trailing behind and both of them are smiling wide at you but something is there that Yunho is sad about because he is the worst one when it comes to hide his feelings. Its not right time to ask him but maybe later.

“Tiny. San is right. Never trust these two’s intentions. They are bestfriends and they can do anything for each other.”

“Aren’t you all?”

Yunho asks in surprise, “What?”

“Best friends? Aren’t you all best friends with each other?”

“No tiny. We are more than that. We are like brothers, Hongjoong accepted me in this group as if…as if…he is my own elder brother. But soon after others treated me the same. We are a family.”

“So, you all are to me. My family. Also, you all need to stop calling me tiny. I’m not Tiny.”

“Of course, you are.”

All of them laugh at you and meanwhile Jongho pats your head with shaking his head to ignore them. He signals you to blow the candles and when you are about to blow it, you pause. Their worried and confused looks earn a chuckle out of you.

“Whose plan is this for our 5 years?”

They all stare at you. Wait not you. Someone behind you. Mingi.

You quickly turn around, causing his hands to fall from your shoulders. Small eyes and wide smile staring down at you.

“What happened?”

“Thank you.”

He turns you around and hands resting on your shoulder like before and now, you smile towards everyone.

He whispers in your ears, “Welcome.”

“Also, I like the name ‘our girl’ because you all are my ‘my boys’. No wait. ‘My Pirates’.”

Their smiles drop for a mere moment but quickly nod their heads and you blow away the candles.

What are they to you? It’s obvious that they are your family. The only people who actually cared for you like a family. They are like brothers with each other but with you. With you? Did you fall in love with them? Love? You haven’t thought like this with them but you are sure one person is always making it obvious. Even if you feel a little bit something more with them. You are sure its not the same from the other end.

San. He has almost confessed his feelings several times but you just waved it off with changing the topic or just giving him a smile. You being their light was first referred by him. His life is very unstable unlike others. He had to change schools several times and this time, he made himself clear that he has to permanently settle down at one place. Due to changing places often, he does not have any one permanent in his life like you before meeting them. That is why, you are so close with him. The nights you both spend together with your head resting on his shoulder and talking about your life. The comfortable silence between you both and whispers which are only for between you two.

San is a comfort place. They all are. In their own way. The way mountains stand high to protect the nature and its beauty, he is the one shielding all of you and can even sacrifice himself to save you all. To save the friendship and the bonding of the family.

To protect his light.

Their light.

Their treasure.

You.

The member who is just the opposite to San is Mingi. He is a mysterious person. Its true that they all have some hidden past but his present is also hidden. When San is very physical and verbal with everything, Mingi is quiet and staying all by himself. When you first met him, he was still in school and he got in many fights and Jongho and San were there to bring back him from the scene. He is the one who still thinks himself as the extra member in the family even after so many years. You don’t want him to be left out in any way so you always keep his update whenever you are with them. He always keeps his earplugs on and closing his eyes, staying in a corner of the warehouse. But secretly, he is the most emotional one.

Maybe they have individual mysterious past and some uneven presents which are not clear to you. You don’t know exactly what they do for the living but one thing is common. The future with you all together. The uncalled blurry future which is peeking like a moonlight yet you are not fazed with it. The way they keep you safe from this world. You need to keep them safe from whatever lingering danger roaming around for them.

But, can you?

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“Mr. kang Mr. kang please tell me. Tell me. What’s going on here? Where are they?”

“Go away. Just go away. You don’t have to know about this. I’m sure you don’t want to end up in a similar way like them.”

“what? What happened to them?”

“Nothing you need to know.”

“I have to. I need to know. Let me enter the building. Leave my hand. I need to see them.”

You are screaming and the people crowding the place are looking in between the warehouse entrance and to the side where Mr. kang is holding your arm, preventing you from entering the building. You could see many police cars and ambulance all around. Government forces are also guarding and preventing from anyone trespassing the area which they have already closed with barricades and no entry tapes.

Your screams are echoing the place even silencing the thunderstorm and heavy rain at the moment. Everything is blur to your eyes. Your tears and raindrops mixing together same as the way your hope to meet them mixing with the worry of what happened to them. Everything is crashing to the ground with each rain drop. But one thing is still in your mind, to see them.

A government officer comes near you and Mr. Kang, and your hope to know about the scene rises.

“Hello, Mr.kang.”

“please, what happened? Let me enter. Please.”

The officer looks at you for a moment before Mr. kang speak up, “Ignore her. I will take care of this. So, that’s the end, right?”

“No one is alive. Each on of them is deceased. Also…your son was there too. One among the deceased ones.”

“I know.”

You look towards them with horror in your eyes, “Who?”

“Kang Yeosang.”

Yeosang.

One of the deceased. Them. They are deceased.

You sat on the muddy ground with bawling your eyes out and crying louder. If it were some other times then one or the others would come running to you to engulf you in a tight hug and never let you go until you had come down. But now again. Its you all alone. You don’t have a family now. But atleast you have wonderful memories with a family.

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You are again crying and hiccupping like that day again now, sitting on the sofa with the cromer and your backpack. You don’t know what to do with these stuffs but you are going to take all their stuffs with yourself before someone else gets their hand on them.

The cat is still roaming around the place. You put the cromer on the table where moonlight is coming directly from the big ventilators and starts to put everything possible in your bag. Its late at night already and your eyes feeling droopy with tiredness and crying. So, placing the bag aside, you lie down on the sofa to rest yourself.

“She is lonely without us. I can’t see her like this.”

The girl’s head resting on the thighs of the tallest man among them. His hands combing her hairs and caressing the scalp in between. Her legs placed over the other’s thigh, one with broad shoulders and his hands drawing soothing circles over her sides to lull her to sleep.

The other peeking down at her with his best friend from behind the sofa and tears glistening their eyes. Another tall man sitting on a chair nearby the sofa, staring at the tired body sleeping soundly in his friends’ hold.

“She is still wearing my bracelet.” Said the one who is examining her hand and the bracelet.

“She even put my drone in her bag.” The eldest who is still holding the bracelet in his hold looks at the person behind the sofa on hearing his words.

The person beside him nods his head with similar sad smile, “She even pass through the dance club with the hope that she would still see me waiting for her.”

“Everything is still in the same place. Thanks to that dad of mine to lock the place and not letting anyone to enter here but I know he is just going to sell this place to the government and she is doing her best to protect this place with her all might.” Yeosang says while wiping the tears and turning away from them.

The leader kneels in front of his face and removes the loose strands of hairs and tugging them behind before caressing her cheeks with a soft smile on his face but tears threating to fall from his eyes.

“I should not have included her in my life when I knew that one day, I need to leave her here all alone. I should not have showed her the hope of us together forever.” He pauses before continuing, “I thought I could have achieved both- the victory and her but I lost both.”

“But you said We can get back with her and that’s possible?”

“I don’t know, Mingi. I don’t know anything anymore.”

“Is it possible?”

Everyone looks towards the youngest on his sudden question as he was being all quiet and him asking the leader caught everyone’s attention.

“What?”

“Is it possible to start again?”

Hongjoong turns back to the girl sleeping peacefully while the eldest caressing her hand. The leader’s thumb ghosts over the dried tears over her cheeks and dry lips with exhaustion reflecting from her whole self.

“I don’t know what to do but everything is possible till she is being our light and our precious treasure which we need to protect. Our only hope to start a new beginning from the horizon.”

Honjoong leans forward to peck her lips.

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Your eyes shot open and you sit up. You are sweating and bring your fingers to your lips, you feel as if the dream was real. They were here. No. how can they be? You touch your forehead and then to your neck, you are having fever. Its just a dream because of your exhaustion. It was a fever dream.

‘Everything is possible till she is being our light.’

‘Their precious treasure.’

Your eyes stare at the cromer. You need to know about them all over again but in details. You need to find their past and what happened to them that day.

‘Our only hope to start a new beginning from the horizon.’

The diary.

You rummage through the items to get the diary and quickly pull it out.

The title written on it: ‘From the witness.’

Flips open the diary, the first page reflects the word, ‘The Black Pirates’.

The words written scribbled below are Passion Young Fever.

“Is this the end?”

“Or is it the beginning of the end?”

The fever dream was real?

Or actually, you never met them?

Or maybe, It’s just the part of the witness you read in this diary and all these times you spend yourself imagining in her place.

Was it her dream?

Or yours?

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[ Now listen here! When writing this down, i literally plotted a whole series but somehow i uploaded this one-shot on the request. maybe I would write a series on this in future. Should I make it a series?]

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Max Verstappen x HornerDaughter!

Part 8, here’s the LINK to part 7, how tf have I got so far already? Pls comment guys to let me know what you’re thinking or if you have any conspiracy’s about what’s gonna happen, I love the engagement, keeps me motivated lol. Also just a quick shout out I don’t dislike Kelly, I just used her for the story as it’s FICTION, if ya’ll hate desperately on peoples partners for no justified reason then leave pls cos it’s weird. Only a short chapter but I wanna get more of a build up before we reach more deeper into the story :)

Leni wakes up with one of the worst hangovers ever, plus, she’s on the bathroom floor? That would be the worst part of the night, but when her memory pieces back together and she has to deal with what happened the night before going back to sleep on the bathroom floor seems fine… Taglist: @ironmaiden1313 @callsignwidow @fangirl125reader @norassimpingzone @roseseraj @eugene-emt-roe @copper-boom @its-elias-world @cassiopeiia24 @larastark3107

“Ugh.” My voice cracked, eyes momentarily opening only to squeeze shut again when a blinding light, sunlight, stung my eyes. My first thought was, fuck, I’d left my contact lenses in, my second, why on earth was on the bathroom floor?

Momentarily I was dazed, my eyes feeling like they had cheese shredders in them. I peeled the dry lenses out of my eyes, dropping them in the toilet. Thankfully it was a clean toilet and I didn’t wake up to my own vomit. With a groan and a slight grace, I sat up straight, blinking around the room. My phone laid besides me, and shakily, I reached out to unlock it. As I did I wanted to curl up and DIE. A drunken text from Max only caused flashbacks from the night prior. We kissed, and I really fucking enjoyed it. Me and Max kissed. Max Verstappen and I, my long time FRIEND kissed. My heavy head dropped into my palm, groaning again. I’d broken every single rule I’d set myself, NOT to go there, or at least wait a few months. Drunken me seemingly had the control of a horny 18 year old. When I realised I had 0 underwear on that’s when I became even more confused.

We hadn’t had sex? No, no. For sure we hadn’t done that. I don’t think he fingered me? Turns out they were stuffed in my bag for some bizarre reason, and I couldn’t quite piece together why on earth they weren’t actually on me. I don’t even know if I wanted to know, thinking about it too much gave me a serious case of hangxiety, and my poor stomach couldn’t tolerate it. Pathetically, I wretched over the toilet and threw up even more contents from my nights intake.

Please God, stop me being sick and I will never drink again. Ever!

It was crazy how such an extreme hungover could bring an atheist to become religious, right? With last nights actions I couldn’t even bring myself to respond to Max, plus, his message made no sense, something about being too drunk and his birthday. I felt too much shame, he probably only kissed me because he was just as fucking plastered. I was confident he’d never want to do that sober, surely not?

The only thing I could do was sit down in the shower, contemplating every single action from the night before, letting the water cleanse my skin of the pure sins. What would my dad say if he knew I’d been snogging his golden boy? It would make it awkward to say the least.

I laid in bed, hair dripping onto the pillows but I didn’t have it in me to care. I’d added too much embarrassing shit to both my private and public Instagram story which had already been viewed and most likely screenshotted thousands of times. Mortified wasn’t even the right word, if it wasn’t for my empty stomach I would’ve vomited from that alone.

Max: sorry that made no sense, hope you’re not feeling too rough this morning? thank you for coming yesterday I had such a good time Max: I hope nothing makes you feel weird from last night, it’s fine between us right?

When I awoke at 2pm I felt my chest tighten at Max’s texts. I even smiled that he had acknowledged last night, a little weird of me seeing as I wanted to pass away earlier, but with my hangover relatively slept off, my feelings for Max were coming on strong.

Leni: hey I just woke up again sorry, I had such a good time, hope you had a good bday

Leni: I don’t feel weird, we’re all good Leni: do you? I caught myself smiling a little too hard, awaiting his reply, when I saw the speech bubble of him forming a response and started giggling, I knew that I was already a goner. I was so deep down afraid of getting my heart broke seeing as Max was fresh out of a relationship (even if he’d mentally checked out) I had to push myself away from any kind of intimate interaction. It had already gone way too far.

Max: no, no not at all

Max: probably the best birthday I’ve had I hated how hard I smiled, my heart kinda sunk when I began overthinking everything I didn’t need to. It all seemed fun now, but how would something between Max and I ever work. What if he decided one day this was all too soon, or if he didn’t actually like me? Our friendship would be screwed forever. I hesitantly locked my phone, staring off into space as I began imagining every scenario possible. I’d have no option but to revert whatever happened between Max and I back into how it was before, if that was even possible. What if Max suddenly thought I was super obsessed with him and I was bugging him by texting him too often?? I scratched my head uncomfortably at the thought, cringing down to my bones at the idea I could possibly be a nuisance to him.

One way to fix this??? Cut communication online from slim to nothing- or as least as I possibly could without growing attached or seeming rude. It was a plan, and it was a plan that commenced today, as much as I didn’t actually want to do it, as long as I didn’t have a sip of alcohol I’d be fine… right?

What could go wrong?

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ellolovely-fics · 9 days ago

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| closeout // ii. kildare

pairing | jj maybank x childhood best friend! oc

warnings | cursing, negative self-talk

word count | 3.7k (I LOWKEY POPPED OFF I'M SO PROUD)

author's note | This... isn't proofread. My bestie is currently living her best life in Italy rn so sorry for any mistakes or typos! I just couldn't wait to get this out lmao.

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Kildare Island, NC

Sunday

July 2nd, 2019

The ferry's horn bellowed in her ears. Nadine jolted awake.

For a horrifying second, she forgot where she was. Then a salty breeze misted against her cheeks, and the warm rays of the afternoon sun beat down on her shoulders. She blinked away the sleep from her eyes and squinted toward the horizon, trying to see past the radiant light of the summer sun reflecting off the water.

Her mouth fell open.

There's no freaking way.

The gray smudge on the horizon sharpened into a familiar stretch of land, lined with green trees and wooden docks. She blinked twice — half-expecting the island to vanish like a mirage — but it didn't.

She was actually here.

Kildare Island.

Oh my god.

Weeks of craning over old albums, questioning what it'd be like to be back here, all led up to this moment. Surely something would click — some flood of memories that would knock her flat on her back, like the transformation scene in Penelope. But to Nadine's dismay, there was no vivid flashback, no overwhelming sense of clarity—just a faint, familiar feeling, one that was comforting, but left her feeling… wanting.

She tugged nervously at the hem of her hoodie and bit her bottom lip. The longer she stared at her destination, the stronger her disappointment became.

An anxious knot twisted in her belly.

Oh God. She was nervous. Goddamn it — she was shaking-in-her-boots nervous!

She zeroed in on the idle chatter of the other passengers on the ferry, her heart stuttering when she realized how alone she was. Her parents were probably halfway to the airport by now, and Bea was timezones away in Rome for her study abroad program. They were the only ones who could possibly understand what she was feeling, but they weren’t here.

She was all alone in this.

Anxious thoughts swirled in Nadine’s mind.

Was coming here a mistake? Can I do this? Am I really going to accomplish what I set out to do?

A nervous shiver ran down her spine, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around herself.

Ugh. She could drown herself with all the negative self-talk that flooded her mind. But she refused to let her brain get the best of her — not this time.

In the words of Shaggy Rogers, she would cease to be loser-ific, lametastic, or suck-tacular. On this trip, she was going to unlock her past with well-timed questions, honest conversation, and good ol' fashioned snooping. She was going to be an awesome detective.

She did not watch three seasons of Murder, She Wrote to embody Jessica Fletcher for nothing!

It didn't matter if the thought of meeting strangers scared the shit out of her, or if her parents would rain hellfire on her for digging up the past they spent half of her life trying to bury. She was a History Major, for God's sake—if she couldn't reconstruct her own past, what was the point?

Nadine took a deep breath and let all the tension in her body out with a giant exhale.

Come what may, she thought to herself. I'm ready.

Once the ferry docked at the terminal, Nadine found herself in a sea of anxious travelers flooding the starboard side of the ship. Everyone around her babbled with excitement, nearly drowning out the bustling sounds of the port. But when the crew unlocked the gate, the floodgates burst open.

She followed the rushing stream of people down the ramp and onto the dock, her palms slick with sweat and the nervous hum in her chest tightening. She kept moving forward, her neck craning over the crowd, trying to find her uncle's familiar, thick build.

And then—there he was.

By the entrance of the port, tall and burly, arms crossed over his chest. His bald head glinted in the sunlight.

"Uncle Mar!" Nadine's grin stretched wide as she waved her hand high in the air. "I'm over here!"

Before she knew it, her favorite uncle in the whole wide world was striding toward her. For a split second, Nadine feared he'd see her face and clock all the anxious thoughts plaguing her mind, but to her relief, his hooded blue eyes gleamed with nothing but excitement.

Uncle Mar was her dad's older brother — not that one could guess at first glance. Where her dad was refined and poised, Uncle Mar was pure bulk and grit. With sun-burnt skin and calloused hands — he was a fisherman born and bred. The only things he shared with her dad were his blue eyes, his incredible work ethic, and his unparalleled sense of integrity.

Besides that, it was a crapshoot.

Uncle Mar looked a lot different from when she'd last seen him at Christmas. Gone were the itchy wool sweaters, stiff jeans, and the Santa hat with his name embroidered on the hem. Now, he wore a white tank that clung to his broad chest, an unbuttoned work shirt that billowed slightly in the breeze, and well-worn cargo shorts that had likely seen their fair share of saltwater and grease. Seeing him now, it was like seeing her uncle in his natural habitat. Here, he just... fit.

"There ya are, little Nadi!" he boomed, his deep, gravelly voice cutting through the hum of the waves and the bustle of the port. "Come 'ere!"

God—she missed him! Nadine couldn't help herself. She ran to him and jumped into his arms, laughing as he picked her up and spun her around.

"I can't believe it! I'm here! I'm actually here!"

A strange yet familiar scent of motor oil, fish, and sweat instantly hit her.

Nadine pulled back from her uncle with wide eyes.

"Oh my God! Your smell!"

Uncle Mar gave her a look like she had three heads, then lifted his arm to sniff his armpit. He wrinkled his nose and cursed. "Shit, Nadi. I didn't have time to get cleaned up! I came right off the boat to come get ya."

Nadine shook her head wildly. "No, no, no, it's not bad!" She stepped closer, taking another deep breath through her nose, her eyes fluttering shut.

Suddenly, she was a little girl again—swinging her feet off the edge of a boat while Uncle Mar worked on the engine with oil-stained hands. The sky was blue, the boat was wet, and the irresistible urge to jump off the edge was at the forefront of her mind.

'Bet you won't do it,' Jethy whispered in her ear. His smirk widened when she glared at him.

Her eyes snapped open, and a gleeful smile spread across her face. Warmth bloomed in her chest.

"Oh my God, you smell exactly the same! I actually remembered something!"

Uncle Mar ruffled her hair and pinched her cheek with one of his rough hands. "I've got a feeling you're gonna be saying a lot of stuff like that while you're here, Nadi."

Nadine could have cried right then and there. Leave it to Uncle Mar to say exactly what she needed to hear.

See? You remembered something and you've got Uncle Mar with you to help you through it all. You’re not alone. You've got nothing to worry about.

Her uncle's eyes flicked down to her backpack and suitcase—and in true Uncle Mar fashion, he was already moving to take them from her before she could protest. "Here, let me take that for ya."

Once she handed him her bags, they walked side by side the rest of the way toward the road, his free arm slung over her shoulder. He pulled her in close, squeezing her gently.

"Can't believe you're finally here, little Nadi. Never thought I'd see the day. How was the trip?"

"Not too bad, not too bad," she replied, brushing a loose strand of hair out of her face. It probably wasn't a good idea to tell him about her little freakout on the ferry, so she opted to focus on some other truths. "I slept through most of it. Dad had me up at the crack of dawn to beat traffic. I think I was out for a few hours in the car... and for about a third of the ferry ride."

His chest rumbled with laughter.

"Some things never change. You were never a morning person, even when you were a kid. I remember all those hissy fits you used to throw whenever we tried to wake you up in the morning."

"Hey!" Nadine cried out, a wide smile tugging at her lips. "I promise I've matured since those dark ages. I only grumble and glare now, thank you very much."

Her uncle rudely snorted in disbelief.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll believe it when I see it."

Once they made it to the parking lot, Uncle Mar led her to his familiar, beat-up truck parked in the shade. Forest green with silver accents and a patch of copper rust on the bumper, Uncle Mar's truck had it all — it was rough, mismatched, and full of character.

The seats and floors were almost always covered in sand, and little fish flies Uncle Mar tied himself dangled from the rear-view mirror like feathered, mismatched ornaments. But the real kicker? There were two battery-powered fans attached to the car with fraying duct tape, buzzing away like little hard-working bees.

Nadine smiled at the sight of it. It always stuck out like a sore thumb whenever he parked it on their street in Georgetown. But here, it fit right in.

Nadine helped him load her things into the back, then climbed into the front seat of the truck.

Uncle Mar buckled himself in. "You hungry?"

On cue, Nadine's stomach grumbled.

"... Yes." she said sheepishly.

He smirked. "Figured. I know just the place. You're in for a real treat."

Nadine didn't get a chance to ask him what he meant, but the mischievous smirk on his face unnerved her. With a turn of his key, the engine sputtered to life, coughing and rattling before settling into a low hum.

Uncle Mar pulled away from the dock and toward whatever the hell came next.

Sweet baby Jesus. I’m here. Let the games begin

"I don't think I can feel my ass, man. I've got scoliosis."

"Do you even know what that word means?"

JJ threw a pillow at John B's head and instantly groaned out in pain, a sharp pain stabbing through his arm like a motherfucker.

He was dying. Like - he was really, really fucking dying. He re-positioned himself on the pull-out couch and flinched. Every muscle in his body felt like they were on fire.

After an early shift at Guffy’s, JJ hauled ass to the Island Club to make the post-church brunch rush. It wasn’t a shift he cared too much about in the past (mostly because he was almost always hungover on Sunday mornings), but after covering for another server the other week, he had Pope do the math when he noticed his check for the week was significantly larger than the weeks before.

Turns out, those pretentious kook assholes always left bigger tips on Sundays. The spirit of the Lord probably compelled them to be more charitable to the less fortunate. But whatever the fuck it was, the Lord giveth, and JJ receive-eth.

He praised big-G for having his back and made sure to underline the tip line on every check he handed out. He also took it upon himself to volunteer for the shift the rest of the summer.

But making both shifts meant that he'd been on his feet for twelve hours, running around the docks or serving bottomless mimosas to old couples with spoiled grandkids. By the time he made it back to the Chateau at three in the afternoon, his bike and his body were out of fuel. He crashed out on his bed in the living room, haggard and exhausted.

Fuck. This adulting shit was ass.

John B. opened their fridge. JJ could hear the glass from their beer bottles clank. Then, he groaned when a bottle landed on his stomach and clipped his rib.

"Jesus H. Christ!"

"Sorry bro!"

JJ felt around for the cool bottle and moaned. He sputtered when he pressed the glass onto his sore thigh and started rolling it across his muscle like dough underneath a rolling pin. "Oh my god - this shit feels so good."

John B's voice sounded over the electric fan blowing at full blast in the corner. "Well, hurry up and get your ass together. Time to get back on your feet. You, me, and Pope need to get shit for the kegger tomorrow."

"Can't tonight, bro." JJ choked out. Thank God he actually had a valid reason to skip out on stupid errands. "I've gotta go eat dinner with Mar."

"Dude, what?" John B. said incredulously. "We still have a ton of shit to get. Can't you just reschedule or something?"

"Nah, man. Not this time."

He shut his eyes—and there she was, smiling. Warm brown eyes and all.

Fuck.

He grimaced and forced the image out of his brain. Immediately.

"His niece is coming over from the mainland today,” he explained.

John B’s eyes widened.

"Holy shit - Mar has a niece?"

JJ paused, taking a deep breath before answering.

"Yeah."

His best friend sputtered. "Why the hell didn't I know that?"

JJ's eyes rolled into the back of his head. The last thing he wanted to do was talk about her, so he tried to keep his explanation brief.

"Mar's bro and his family left the island like twelve years ago. It was him, his wife, and their two daughters. Kind of a sore subject. Mar doesn't like talking about it."

"Damn. Did something crazy go down? Did Mar start macking on his bro's wife or some shit?"

JJ's eyes shot open to glare at his nosy, dumb ass friend.

"Yo, what? No!" He sputtered. John B. was coming for his brand; coming up with the most out of pocket explanations known to man was his thing. "You know Mar wouldn't do stupid shit like that. I don't know the details. One minute they were here, the next they weren't. That’s all there is to it. Comprendé?"

He must have sounded a little harsher than he intended, because John B. held his hands up in surrender.

Jesus. He was going insane. He'd been counting down the days until she arrived - not out of pure joy or excitement, but out of batshit crazy terror.

Ever since Mar dropped the news on him, JJ went day by day in complete denial. A part of him still couldn't believe she was still coming. But against his will, the necklace around his neck felt more like a tightening noose.

And now that D-Day was here? He was losing his goddamn mind.

He didn’t know what to do. He could’ve mentioned something to the gang about it earlier, but what the fuck did they know? John B., Pope, and Kie - none of them even knew Nadine when she lived on the island. They didn't need to get roped into any of his crap.

But fuck - it was eating JJ alive.

And he couldn't bring himself to talk about it. Not to them. They wouldn't understand.

So even now, he kept his fucking mouth shut.

Like always.

JJ could still see the curious spark in John B's eyes, but thank god he didn't push it.

"Well, all right then. I guess I can go to Shaun's tomorrow morning if me and Pope don't get everything tonight."

"You can't get Kie to help y'all out?"

John B. shook his head. "Nope. Her pop roped her into a shift at The Wreck. She's gonna be there all day."

"Eh, that's all right." It didn't matter. JJ knew John B. and Pope could figure it out - with or without him or Kie. "We've thrown shit like this a million times, y'all know what to get. Just make a list and divide and conquer."

"Wait - was that actually a good idea coming out of your mouth? Don't tell me you thought of that on the spot."

JJ flipped him off.

John B. chuckled, taking the last swig of his beer and tossing it in the bin. He snatched the keys to the Twinkie off the kitchen table. "I'm gonna go get Pope. Want me to give you a ride to Mar's? What time are you supposed to be over there?"

Ugh. JJ shut his eyes and let out a pained groan. "I got no thoughts right now, man. I can't even fucking think anymore. I'm just gonna take a little power nap and walk over there if you're not back by the time I wake up."

"Whatever floats your boat, dude." John B. patted his shoulder on his way out the door. "Good luck with your dinner thing. I'll see you later."

“See ya, dude.”

The screen-door slammed shut, and JJ listened to the Twinkie’s engine roar to life and drive away over the gravel. He pressed the power button on his phone, his heart sinking when there were no new notifications on his lock screen.

Mar said he was going to text him when he and Nadine were back at the house. He was supposed to show up whenever he could right after.

Looks like I’ve gotta wait a little longer for my death sentence.

JJ tossed his phone aside and nestled into the thin mattress of the pull-out couch. Fuck this shit. He was going to pass out, dream of sweet swells and dank nugs, and completely and totally forget about her and his fucked up feelings for a few more hours.

He could deal with it all later… right?

Wrong.

Million-dollar coastal mansions towered over the endless green marshes, flaunting sports cars and golf carts in their driveways like trophies.

It wasn’t what Nadine was expecting when her uncle drove through Downtown Pelican. The houses were massive — eating up the natural landscape with matching gray shingles, wraparound porches, and too many windows to count. They all looked like palaces — if palaces came straight out of the newest copy of Architectural Digest. Each one was a carbon copy of the next, almost like they’d been ordered from the same development catalog.

My God - it’s like driving through Great Falls on Georgetown Pike!

Cookie-cutter opulence, mass-produced for the ultra-rich. Nadine pursed her lips. Even in the Outer Banks, for all their money, rich people didn’t have an ounce of originality.

Her uncle seemed to agree.

“I know,” he tsked, casting a glare at the nearest monstrosity. “These houses are so damn ugly.”

Nadine smirked. Her uncle always called it like it was.

Things didn’t start feeling familiar until they reached the business district—a single stretch of road lined with old-school brick buildings and large glass display windows. There were small cafés, clothing boutiques, and even a bookstore. But the most familiar thing was the little ice cream shop on the corner, its yellow and green sign still proudly reading Pelican Fudge and Ice Cream Company, guarded by the same tall pelican statue near the front door.

Nadine took in the clean sidewalks, the soft purple and pink blooms of crepe myrtles, and the young family posing in front of the statue with dripping cones in hand for a photo.

“It looks the same,” she said softly.

She recalled a woman’s voice and posing in the exact same spot for her own picture.

“Okay, Nadi. Give me a big smile! No, Jethy! Don’t you dare smear your ice cream on the pelican’s beak!”

Uncle Marlon rolled the car to a stop, waiting for pedestrians to cross the road.

He nodded toward the scene outside. “Yeah. Not much has changed here, I’m happy to say. Same folks, same little shops. But ta be frank, you’ll probably want to do most of your shopping over the bridge on the south side of the island. Most of these places sell at a mark-up to get the most out of the kooks and tourists, but you didn’t hear that from me.”

She eyed the mix of beach-chic dressed tourists and the peppy, nautical inspired outfits bustling down the sidewalks.

“Aye, aye,” Nadine noted.

It’s good to see America’s socioeconomic classes alive and well.

Before she knew it, Uncle Mar pulled into an empty spot in a shaded parking lot. A small, one-story building with windows lined with green awnings and a long wooden ramp stood just a few feet away. Lining the roof was a huge dark blue sign with pale yellow letters spelling The Wreck on its surface.

Nadine's stomach grumbled violently at the fragrant smell of fish, crabs, and spices that wafted through the air. She clicked her seatbelt free, exited the truck, and quickly followed her uncle inside the building.

The restaurant was packed to the brim and bustling with activity. Servers weaved their way through the maze of tables, the clank of dishes echoed through the air, and most importantly, that mouthwatering smell from outside intensified until it was all she could breathe.

A tall man with dark hair and a graying beard stood behind the podium meant for the host. He glanced up from his work and did a double take when he saw her uncle.

"Mar! How's it goin', man?" he greeted with a wide grin.

"Can't complain, Mike," her uncle replied, his gravelly voice warm and familiar. To Nadine’s surprise, he placed his hands on her shoulders and gently guided her forward. "Just wanted to see if you could guess what the cat dragged in."

Nadine's eyes widened, an embarrassed flush warming her cheeks. Jesus. Not even an hour in and she was already being introduced to strangers.

All she could do was offer the man an awkward smile. "Uhm... hi."

Mike looked at her with curious eyes, but not a single spark of recognition lit up behind them. He quirked an eyebrow, eyes flitting between her and her uncle. "I'm lost. Have... have we met before? Can I get a hint?"

Uncle Mar tsked. "Does the nickname 'Naughty Nadi' ring any bells?"

Nadine’s jaw dropped when her old nickname left her uncle's mouth. Mike’s did too.

No. He didn't.

Mike’s voice went soft. “Well, I’ll be damned.” He leaned in, squinting at her like she was one of those weird looking bug-eyed goldfish in a tank. “Nadine? Is that really you?”

Oh God. Welcome to Kildare, Nadine.

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