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ladylooch · 4 months

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The Captain's Girl - [Lucie x Connor]

A/N: Happy Sunday! Look at who wrote a full fic this morning! Could not resist bringing Lucie and Connor to their smutty and soft past time. Connor may be the captain of an OG NHL team, but nothing compares to being Lucie's man.

From this request.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: 18+ Content below

Lucie Wood watches from the front of the restaurant as her husband takes a long sip of his cold beer. The warmth of the southern California sunshine washes over her back and shoulders, peaking out from her sundress. Leaving winter behind on the East Coast means soaking in as much vitamin D as she can get for her short stay. The Rangers will be here for three more days with the timing of both off and game days. It was the perfect time for her and the girls to surprise her husband.

Across the patio table from him is David, who purposefully has his back to the door so Connor can watch his wife’s approach in a few moments. But right now, Lucie is content studying him from afar. She’s worried about him. He’s been so stressed out at the rink and at home. The Rangers need to turn things around quickly if they are going to make the playoffs. Despite there being 19 other guys on the team, Connor Wood thinks if he puts the team on his shoulders alone, he will get them to the finish line. Lucie’s gentle redirects have been met with eye rolls and ‘you don’t understand’ from her husband.

She is going to show him exactly how much she understands these next few days by forcing him to relax.

Mack and David are helping too. David worked with Lucie to grab the flights that made the most sense to optimize their time. Mack is here to take care of the girls for her when Lucie is otherwise pre-disposed with her husband, like right now and later when she’s riding him like the cowboy he wants to be.

A waitress approaches the table with two large bowls. She sets them each in front of the men. Connor smiles politely, then turns down to his food, completely missing the eye fucking she does to him before walking away. Lucie smiles. After all this time, Connor still only has eyes for her.

She pushes off from the brick wall she had been leaning against and begins her saunter across the restaurant. She maneuvers around staff and other patrons, then takes a direct angle to her husband. He looks up when she is three tables away, then pauses his chewing. His eyebrows furrow before he glances between David and Lucie.

“Oh my god, are you Connor Wood?” She drawls exaggeratedly. “I’m your biggest fan.”

“You should be after the two babies I gave you.” He jokes, standing up to hug her. He engulfs her completely, pressing his nose into her hair immediately. It’s a minute before he attempts to pull away from her. The restaurant bobs and weaves around them as Lucie rubs his strong back over his shirt. “Love you.” He whispers. He pulls away to kiss her tenderly. “You look stunning.” He compliments, taking in her soft green dress. It makes her brown eyes pop, complimented by the blue ocean behind her.

“I love you too.” She sighs, hugging him one more time. Then she turns to David. “Hi!”

“Crazy seeing you here, Luc.” They all laugh at that.

“Sorry Mack isn’t here. Winnie finally crashed for a nap and we had to take advantage of that.”

“No worries. She told me.” David shrugs. “You want some food?” He grabs the menu he kept back for her.

“You can share with me, baby.” Connor offers, moving the chair to his right out for her to sit in. He scoots her back in, dropping one more kiss on her hair. She looks over at his plate seeing a hearty steak salad. It looks good, but he needs to eat all of that to keep his calorie count up.

“I’ll grab something for myself. Thank you though.” She assures him.

“Are you sure? Here just have a little bit.” He shoves his plate to her.

“Babe, I’m fine. I bet you’re starving.” He gives her a look. He doesn’t like eating before her or when she isn’t eating. “Eat, Connor.” She says firmly, sliding her hand to his thigh. His eyes dance down her face and over her cleavage. He smirks, then picks his fork up with a promise they both know: he’ll eat her later.

Lucie orders fish tacos and a mango margarita that has her buzzing after one sip. After Connor finishes eating, he wraps an arm around her shoulders. His fingers coyly play with the spaghetti strap of her dress, eventually his fingers glide it off her shoulder. Lucie moves to put it back into place, but Connor bats her hand away, collecting her fingers in his off her shoulder. Lucie glances at David who looks out at the Pacific Ocean, watching the waves roll into the beach.

“I think I’m gonna walk down to the beach.” David says, sucking down the rest of his water. “Wait for Mack down there.”

“Okay. I’ll go grab the girls from her when we get back to the hotel.”

“No worries. I think she is gonna bring the girls down when they wake up. Sounds like Stella fell asleep too. We will take care of them. You two have fun.” The slight smirk on his face tells Lucie he knows exactly where her and Connor are heading after lunch. “Send me a request for this.” He circles the table alluding to his meal.

“All good.” Connor waves him off.

“We can afford it.” Lucie assures David.

“I bet with that captain salary.” He chuckles, then heads off the patio to the stairs leading down to the beach.

The second he is gone, Connor’s face is nuzzling Lucie’s neck. She sighs heavenly, fingers threading through his hair. She turns her face to his head, kissing along his dark curls.

“You ‘bout done?”

“Mhm.” She confirms. Connor lifts one hip off the chair, pulling his wallet out. He tosses his card down, then goes back to focusing on his wife. Her hair is blowing in the sea breeze, scattering brown strands about her beautiful face. Her brown eyes are dewey and lustful, lips pink and begging to be plumped by his. He leans down, doing just that, not even recognizing when the waitress leaves and comes back with the completed bill. If she spoke to them, neither of them notice.

Connor signs the slip, then threads his fingers with Lucie’s, pulling her out of her chair. They walk hand in hand to the hotel, neither of them needing to communicate where they are going. The whole walk back, wetness pools and settles into Lucie’s panties from imagining what her husband is going to do with her in private. While waiting for the elevator, she presses her lips to his big bicep, running her nose along the lines of his tattoo sleeve that peak out from the soft cotton fabric. Connor brings their laced hands forward to her stomach, stroking his thumb down from her belly button to the V of her thighs. Lucie shakes against him as Connor smirks, a light chuckle shaking his arm against her face.

“30 seconds?” He asks, referring to how fast she is going to come undone in his hands. They step into the elevator, Connor pressing the floor to his room.

“Maybe.” She grins, dimples piercing her cheeks. Connor leans down, kissing each one of the slits then her lips. His tongue darts along her bottom lip, savoring the hint of tequila there. His hand glides from her lower back to the back of her neck, cradling her head as he makes out with her. The ding of the elevator stopping barely makes an impression with the couple.

“Y’all maybe wanna get out?” Mack asks from the door.

“Daddy!” Stella screams.

“Baby!” Connor grins, leaning down to capture his little girl in a hug. Winnie squeaks from Mack’s arms, almost tumbling from her aunt with how fast she reaches for her dad.

“We are going to the beach! Are you comin’?”

“We will come in a little bit. Mommy and I have to do some adult things first.” Connor says pointedly. He loves Stella, but she is not cockblocking him right now.

“Oh, that’s not fun.” Stella frowns.

“Ah… yeah.” Connor chuckles, then stands to his full height. “Be good for auntie.” He encourages her after giving a kiss to Winnie’s head. Mack steps in. “I’d hug ya but…” His clear hard-on cannot be hidden by anything except his wife’s body as she moves to shield him.

“How about later?” Mack laughs, then gives a wave to them before the doors close and they head down to the lobby.

Ravenously, Connor grips the back of Lucie’s thighs, hauling her over his shoulder.

“Gotta get you into this room before anything else comes up.”

“Connor, my dress is too short for this.” He reaches up, palming her bare ass with a greedy paw.

“Nah, it’s perfect, baby.” He murmurs. His fingers slide easily under her white panties, stroking her soaked folds. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He groans. They get to the door of his room. He drops her onto her feet in front of him, then fishes in his pocket for his key fob. He barely gets the door open before he is shoving Lucie inside.

Lucie runs across the room, then turns just in time to catch her husband in her arms before falling onto her back on the bed. She brings her legs up, shoes and all, wrapping them around his waist. Connor ruts into her heat, chasing her hips to grown the burning need between them. Connor’s lips press into hers hurriedly, tongue lapping up every drop of her he can get. When he needs air, he pulls away, looking down at her beneath him.

“Lucie.” He gasps torturously. “You are so fucking beautiful, baby. Takes my damn breath away every time I see you.” Lucie giggles, biting her bottom lip as her fingers drift down to his waistband.

“Wanna taste you today.” She insists. Connor pulls his shirt over his head by grabbing a fist full of the fabric between his shoulder blades. Lucie whimpers when she sees him fully. “Mine. All mine.” She moans.

Lucie works her way up to sitting, but Connor halts her, slipping each of her thin dress straps down her arms. The fabric of her dress falls away, revealing perky breasts with hard peaks in the middle. He rubs his calloused palms over them, illicitly a loud moan from her. She wiggles on the bed, needing some friction against her throbbing clit. Connor smirks, then backs away so she can get on her knees in front of him. He gathers her hair in his hand, watching her use his cock as lipstick. Her motion smears his pre-cum across her lips. Then her tongue comes out to taste it.

Connor’s mouth drops open in pleasure as she finally glides her tongue over his red head. Lucie sighs passionately, then takes him into her mouth in one swoop.

“Fuck.” Connor hisses when he hits the back of her throat. “Luc.” He moans her name as she strokes his shaft in her hand then glides him further in. His balls tighten immediately at the feeling of her wet mouth expanding to accommodate him. “Jesus.” He sighs, relaxing his grip on her hair. His other hand drifts down to her left breast, rolling the nipple in his fingers. Lucie floats a hand down between her legs, circling her clit while letting his hips press insistently into her mouth until he is setting the tempo.

“Gotta stop.” Connor says, puling out of her mouth. He holds his hands out to her. He grabs the hand that she had been using to play with herself, sliding those fingers in his mouth as she watches.

“I need you to fuck me right now. I can’t wait. Please.”

“Asking so nicely.” He coos to her, wrapping a large hand around her neck to bring her close. He crashes their lips together, tongue stroking along hers as he maneuvers her back towards the bed. Lucie feels for the mattress with one hand, not letting her mouth leave his. Connor gets her sitting in front of him, then kicks off his pants and underwear. He leans down, kisses along her collar bone until his fingers can work the zipper of her dress down. He helps her wiggle out of it, being careful not to rip it even though he fucking wants to. The pretty dress falls to the floor with his discarded clothes. Then he collects her panties, exposing her dripping core to him completely.

He doesn’t waste any time, mouth on her pussy without even dropping her panties from his hand. His other fingers come up, swirling her entrance before stuffing into her. She is more than ready, already arching off the bed, begging him for more from her swollen lips.

“Baby, please, I want your cock. Right now.”

“Yeah? That why you flew 3,000 miles to me?”

“Yes!” She exhales as he curls his fingers up, putting harder pressure on her spongey insides. “Fuck.” She wails, quivering already. As much as his dick begs to be inside of her, he wants her to come this way first. His mouth settles over her enlarged bud, rolling it with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth. Lucie shouts. Connor does this again, then feels her release drip-down his fingers, collecting in his palm. He doesn’t stop, sucking every wave of her orgasm into his mouth. When she hits the point of almost too much, he backs off.

“Good girl, Luc.” He praises her, looking at the mess they made of her folds. He bites his lip, then hooks his arms under her hips, pulling her to the edge of the bed. Lucie wildly grapples for his shoulders, collecting them in her palms as he stroke his cock through her wet slit. He pushes in, both of them finding intense pleasure in the stretch of her around him. Connor rests his hands on either side of her waist, then begins to build his pumps into her. Their wet connection fills the room, creating an erotic ambiance in the unknown space. Lucie’s finger tips start pressing deeper into his skin.

“Use your words.” He reminds her.

“More. I need so much more.”

Connor collapses onto his forearms, dropping his head to the bed beside hers and fucking deep into her. His consistent snaps into her hips have Lucie rolling away from the intensity. One of his arms slides under her back, pinning her to his chest to hold her in place.

“Don’t ask for more then run from it. Give in, baby. Let it take you.” He growls into her ear.

“Ohmygod. Oh. My….” Lucie trails off. Everything stills in her body except for the slight flutter of her walls. Connor turns, sucking at the sweet spot on her neck. Her inner walls collapse around him like a clam, causing him to collapse deeper into his fucks.

“Oh damn, Luc. Yes, baby. Feel so fuckin good. So wet and tight, baby. Love your pretty pussy.” Connor’s hips keep pistoning, closing his eyes and savoring how incredible his wife feels right now. She’s soaked through, dripping down his cock to his balls. She never wants him to stop. “You got one more for me, beautiful?”

“Yes.” She moans into his ear. “But look at me.” She begs him. “I want you to know it’s me making you feel this good.”

“Holy fuck.” He groans. “I know it’s you, baby. Nothing ever felt this good until you.” Lucie grins, tugging his face to hers by the back of his neck.

“Yeah? Never had pussy this tight?”

“Oh my god. No. Or a mouth this filthy.” He groans, then licks across her open mouth. He adjusts her legs, wrapping one around his waist and bringing one heel up to rest on his shoulder.

“Right there.” Lucie begs, “Please, baby don’t stop. Love your cock, Con.” Connor’s hands grip her hips tighter, making Lucie pulse under his skin. “More.” She demands. Connor almost crumbles at the sound of her begging for all that he can give to her.

His balls slapping her ass fills the room. Lucie’s hands drift off Connor’s shoulders. One goes to her breast and the other to her clit, rolling both in tempo with his pumps into her pussy.

“Mmm, you’re so gorgeous. I’m so close.” He tells her. “Wanna fill you up, baby.”

“Please. Need to wear you on my thighs to the beach. So everyone knows who I belong to.”

“Fuck.” That will do it. He groans then unloads into her, jerky pumps as she climaxes for a third time immediately after him, pulsing her walls to pull him in deeper. His sensitive tip hisses as she milks every drop from him. “Damn.” He sighs to the ceiling, locking his knees to keep from swaying backwards. He looks back down at his wife, seeing her with pretty pink cheeks and swollen lips. Her eyes are dark chocolate pools when her hands reach for him again. He gently eases out of her, then presses his palms on both sides of her head. He smooches her softly, letting her tongue into his mouth for a full taste of each other.

“Mmm, be right back.” He assures her, kissing down her chin and throat, ending between her breasts.

Lucie releases his arms from her hands, dropping her heels from the bed so her feet dangle off the side. Water runs in the bathroom from her husband. He comes back clean, then works Lucie’s thighs apart, stroking her used core clean too. He looks up at her face.

“You serious about having me at the beach?”

“Mhm.” She nods. “Want you to see me in my new bikini knowing that.”

“Mack is taking those kids tonight again.” He murmurs, then collects the white cum slipping out of her onto his fingers. He slides the mess back inside of her, slowly drags his finger back out. “So sexy, Luc.” He smiles, practically drooling at the sight of her walls collapsing in to pull it all deeper again. “Luckiest guy in the world.” He mumbles against her public bone, kissing her a final time. He lays down next to her, letting the used towel hit the floor. He turns his wife onto her side, then cups her cheek with his hand. “Can’t really tell you how much this means to me that you’re here.”

“I already know.” She responds. “We miss you too, babe.”

“I’m so stressed.” He admits. “I can barely breathe some nights. It’s worse when I’m away from you.” Lucie knows this. It’s why she is here.

“I’m worried about you.” She sighs, running her fingers along the tattoo on his left pectoral with hers and the girls first initials in her loopy handwriting. “You are putting way too much pressure on yourself.”

“I want to succeed.” Connor says.

“I get that. But hockey is a team sport, Con.” She reminds him softly. “It’s not only up to you.”

“I know. But, they picked me to lead this team for a reason. I don’t want to let them down.” Lucie smiles.

“You’re the heartbeat of this team, babe. On and off the ice. But you’re going to lose that if you don’t learn a balance. Maybe leading by example is the first start. Hold yourself accountable for your play. When things don’t go your way, commit to doing better the next opportunity. Others will do the same.” Connor watches her lips as she talks.

“You make it sound so simple… and so sexy.” He kisses her bottom lip.

“Well, I was raised by a captain. Who I bet would be willing to listen if you need another perspective.” Connor sighs, nodding.

“I should call your dad.”

“Probably.” Lucie murmurs into this lips. “And we should probably get to the beach soon. Take care of our kids for a bit before we give them back to Mack for the night.”

Connor and Lucie peel themselves apart. Connor puts his board shorts on, then they head to Lucie and the girls’ room for her to put her beach things on. Connor is tying her bikini strings together in silence. Lucie watches him in the mirror across the room.

“What’s up?” She asks, gripping his wrist.

“I’m not failing you and the girls, right?”

“No.” Lucie shakes her head. “Not even close. You’re perfect, babe. Always have been.” Connor drops his mouth to her shoulder, kissing across it to the back of her neck.

“Okay. I never wanna let you down, Luc.”

“I know. You’re so good to us, babe. Don’t worry about us. We are great, okay?” He nods, then wraps his arms around her stomach, holding her close. They sway slightly together.

“None of this means anything to me without you by my side.” He whispers. “I love you.” Lucie turns to capture his lips.

“I love you too.” He kisses her again. “Let’s go smooch our babies.”

Connor grins back at her, then laces their fingers together for a lazy, content walk to the beach.

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lightningboltreader · 10 months

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It’s lunchtime before Carlos says anything. He’s wolfed down half of his chicken fajita in two bites and is wiping sauce off his face when he notices Lexi watching him. Her seared steak salad is barely touched, a forkful of lettuce and peppers suspended in the air as she eyes him suspiciously across the picnic table.

“Sorry,” he mumbles sheepishly, “I spilled my coffee this morning and had to skip breakfast to change. I’m a little hungry.”

She doesn’t react, seemingly happy to sacrifice her meal and time for a better explanation. It’s maddening the way she can make him feel like a much younger version of himself, about to be interrogated by one of his tias with just one look; and yet he can’t help but feel a surge of warmth at the reminder that Lexi cares about him enough to dig below the surface.

Carlos shakes his head, lowering it with a small, cautious smile. “I met someone,” he admits.

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THE STRANGEST OF PLACES - Chapter Ten

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Chapter Ten: A Misunderstanding

The letter with Narcissa's instructions arrived on Sunday morning. It said to meet Astoria at a small restaurant in Diagon Alley at 12pm sharp. That morning Draco had woken in a better mood due to your evening together, but as soon as that letter appeared on top of his breakfast, that solemn, sinking feeling started to bubble in his stomach again. He did as his mother asked and dressed nicely, just a button up and trousers with a black suit jacket to finish it all off. Above all else, Draco was a gentleman, so he arrived ten minutes prior to Astoria's arrival and got the table. When she did arrive, he pulled out the chair for her, said that she looked nice and ordered a pot of tea. She complimented his appearance, thanked him for the tea and then the conversation started. He'd perhaps been in Astoria's presence for half an hour when he decided that it would be much better if it was you sitting across from him.

"How are your studies coming along?" Astoria asks, collecting salad on her fork, "I know potions were something you had an interest in."

"Well," he says, prodding at his steak, "I often wish I hadn't taken Divination, but you can't have everything."

"Oh, I love Divination," she boasts, and all Draco can think is you would, "I find Professor Trelawney utterly fascinating. Don't you?"

"I find her rather," Draco searches for the correct wording, "extravagant."

Astoria giggles. All he hears is the sound of yours.

"She is," Astoria agrees, "but nevertheless, I like her classes."

Draco says no more on the subject, looking down at his steak as if it was about to do something interesting. He'd taken two bites of his food, which Astoria had noticed. They bask in the quietness for a moment, Draco's mind heavy with thoughts of how you were spending your Sunday. She could tell something else was on his mind, or more so, someone else. She placed her cutlery down and took a sip of water, all the while watching him.

"I've noticed you spend less time in your dorm lately," she says, "have you found something to do outside of class?"

Of course, his mind only flickers to you and your nights in the Astronomy tower. He wasn't going to tell Astoria that, obviously. He knew it would get back to his mother.

"Not really," he lies, "I sometimes read elsewhere in the castle."

It wasn't exactly a lie, he does wander out of the dormitories when it's late and other houses aren't around. Draco enjoys his own company and the silence that comes along with it, although lately, his own company doesn't seem to have the same effect it used to.

"What about your Ravenclaw friend?" she says rather blatantly, "do you see her often?"

Draco's head shoots up to meet Astoria's stare. He couldn't tell if she was looking at him in displeasure or curiosity.

"Are you watching me or something?" he raises an eyebrow, "a tad creepy, Greengrass."

"Who is she?" Astoria asks, ignoring the jab and sipping more water, "are you dating?"

Draco chokes on nothing.

"What? No, of course not-"

"Are you saying you wouldn't date her? Is it because she's half-blood?"

"That has nothing do with it," Draco scoffs, losing his train of thought with the need to defend you, "she's wonderful, half blood or not." He becomes even more agitated when he notices the smile curling at her lips, "why are you smiling like that?"

"Because," she shrugs, looking triumphant, "you clearly like her. That's why you've been distant this entire time. It had to be something; you look like a wet weekend."

He huffs irritably, looking out the window to calm himself.

"That's not it at all," he mumbles. She knows he's lying through his teeth.

"I'm not stupid, Draco. I know you're only here to appease your parents," she says, "I was surprised when your mother said you had agreed."

Draco looks back at her from the corner of his eye.

"How do you know that?" he asks curiously, and she just smiles.

"First of all, you've barely eaten a thing or started a single conversation," she tells him, and he begins to feel a little guilty, "but mostly because I've seen the way you look at her across the hall."

He moves to fully face her again, his food now stone cold, and pours himself another glass of water. After a long gulp, he places the glass down with force.

"You're right, I didn't come here voluntarily," he says, "you're a nice girl, Astoria, and I'm sorry. I can't make myself think a certain way just because my mother tells me to. I'm afraid you've wasted your Sunday."

"I wouldn't say so," she says cheerily, "if anything, we've both pleased our parents by showing up. Plus, the food here is good. So, not entirely wasted."

"One way to look at it I suppose," he smiles lightly, swirling the water in his glass, "I am sorry, though."

"Don't be," she shakes her head, "I hardly expected anything from this. Don't think you're being discreet when you can't stop looking in her direction."

"I don't do that," he protests, turning back to the water because his secrets were being exposed. Astoria just laughs, and then reaches into her purse to pull out a small makeup tray.

"I'm just heading to the bathroom," she announces, "try and eat some of that, it's a shame."

He nods, and she begins to walk away, but Draco suddenly has a spike of panic.

"Wait, Astoria, about what you said-"

"I won't breathe a word to your mother," she turns to say, "don't worry."

His shoulders visibly slump from the tension leaving his body. She leaves, and Draco takes one last look at the cold food on his plate before pushing it further away.

Sometimes you like to start your day off in the library, just looking for a new story to pass the time with. Monday mornings were always quiet because no one enjoyed getting up early after the weekend, especially with a sore head. This particular morning you found yourself in the fantasy isle, which had piqued your interest after your last read, and now you were reading blurbs and flicking through pages. The only sound was that of paper turning and quills scribbling on parchment. It was peaceful, and you were at ease, until a group of giggling, gossiping girls interrupted your search.

"Tell us about it, Astoria," one of them uttered excitedly, and you knew exactly who was standing on the other side of the shelf, "we want to know everything."

You decided to block it out, picking up another book and reading the blurb. They chatted, but the words weren't going in, because Astoria Greengrass was just another pretty airhead that gained far too much attention, and you had very little interest in her escapades. Just as you were getting into the first page of a book that looked promising, you heard something that caught your attention.

"My lunch with Draco yesterday is none of your business," Astoria's voice spoke up, "we just chatted and ordered dinner, that's all you need to know."

"What did he dress like?" a girl said, and you couldn't help yourself, cringing at the fact you were listening in, "did he look good?"

"Of course, he did, it's Draco," Astoria answered, and you could hear the smile in her voice.

"Are you seeing him again?" another voice whispered, and there was a long pause. By this point you were staring at the shelf before you, as if you might get a glimpse at the happenings on the other side. Your stomach had dropped, and the anticipation was killing you.

"I would like to," Astoria said, and you feel a lump in your throat and a knot in your chest, "but he's a bit harder to read."

The other girls make excited little noises, as you fall back against the shelf behind you. He'd told you he was studying, but that was turning out to be a lie, because he was in fact wining and dining Astoria Greengrass. For some reason he felt the need to lie about it, and you couldn't figure out why, because right now your heart felt like someone had jabbed their wand right through it. But then you remind yourself that to him, you're just a friend.

He has free reign to see who he likes. He has no commitment to you in that sense, so if he wants to date Astoria Greengrass, or any girl for that matter, who are you to stop him? He has no obligation to tell you anything. Then the bell rings, and you hear the girls scurry off. You rub your eyes to stop the welling tears from falling, because if hearing that conversation had taught you anything, it was like you really, really like Draco. You compose yourself with a deep breath, and then hurry out of the library to find a pillow to scream into.

Due to sulking in your dorm, you showed up a little late to History of Magic. The entire class turned as you walked in, professor Binns continuing his lecture and not noticing your arrival. Your eyes clocked Draco right away, and a small smile broke out across his face. For the first time, you didn't return it. You didn't look long enough to see his confused expression. Hermione gave a look of concern as you sat down beside her.

"Where have you been?" she asked, "you missed the first twenty minutes."

"Was it important?"

"It's Binns," she laughed quietly, "he went on a tangent about his favourite book ends for half of it."

"Good," you sigh in relief, "I can't say I do well in this subject."

"Who does?" she says, "you basically have to teach yourself."

You take out some parchment and write the date along the top. Hermione passes you her notes and you copy what she's managed to decipher from Binns' speech. All the while you can feel eyes on you, and it doesn't take two guesses to know who it was.

"Why were you late, then?" She asks after a while of silent scribbling. Hermione notices how you stop writing, quill floating above the parchment, "is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine," you lie, giving her your best smile, "I was just napping."

"Napping?" she raises an eyebrow, "you don't nap through class, Y/N. Even if it's Binns."

"Well, I did today," you whisper with more urgency, "so just forget it."

Hermione sighs and looks over her shoulder to see several students asleep at their desk. When her eyes land on Draco at the back, his gaze shifts towards the front. She then looks back at you, and the pieces fall together.

"Has something happened with Malfoy?" she asks, sounding a little angrier than before, "if he's upset you, I'll hex him into next week."

"Hermione, it's nothing," you press, but she isn't having it.

"You're never late to class," she points out, "something's wrong."

You knew she only cared, and you were grateful for that. When you look across at her, the kind smile on her face doesn't match the frustration in her tone. With a defeated sigh, you lay down your quill.

"I overhead that he went on a date yesterday," you tell her, "he told me he was studying, and that's why he couldn't see me. I guess I'm just a bit narked."

"Who was the date?" she asks, and your face contorts into one of displeasure.

"Astoria Greengrass," you lean in to whisper very quietly. Hermione scrunches her nose up at that.

"How lovely for him," she says sarcastically, and then her face softens, "perhaps he was trying to save your feelings?"

"If that's the case, then I must be embarrassingly obvious."

"About liking him?"

Your cheeks burn red, and the words get stuck on their way up your throat. Hermione offers you one of her comforting smiles.

"I'm sorry you had to find out that way," she says softly, "he should have just told you. He's done you no favours by lying."

"I just feel so stupid," you utter frustratedly, "as if I spent so long moping, I ended up being late."

"Maybe you should tell him," Hermione suggests, and you shoot her a look of pure horror, "then at least he knows how you feel."

"'Mione, I could never admit that to him," you shake your head vigorously, "it could ruin our entire friendship."

"Are you listening, ladies?" Binns' voice interrupts, and you both snap your heads in his direction.

"Yes, sir," Hermione lies, "we were just discussing our notes."

As Binns floats back to the centre of the room, the two of you go back to scribbling nonsense.

"I think you should at least talk to him," Hermione mutters to you, "he looks like a kicked puppy over there."

You chance a look back, and she was right. He looked downright miserable.

Draco made a beeline for you at the end of that lesson, but you grabbed Hermione's arm and headed straight out the door. You didn't have it in you to talk to him just yet, plus you still hadn't decided if you were angry at him or yourself. He gave up after your second to last lesson, once you immediately exited the potion storage room the second that he entered. You would approach him when your head was less of an emotional mess. It might have been selfish, but you were trying to save your friendship from your brewing feelings. You bid Hermione a farewell that evening, heading for your dorm to stay there until dinner. He couldn't try to talk to you in there, and it would give you time to think about what to say to him. Along the way you replayed several different conversations in your head, and many ended with you giving away how you felt about him, which was not the desired ending. Almost there, several steps from the door when someone clears their throat.

"Evening," Draco drawled, an unimpressed look on his face. He'd beat you to it, leaning against the wall by the door, waiting for you. You stared at him like a deer in the headlights, no plan to get out of this conversation coming to mind.

"Evening," you repeated, and he pushed himself off the wall to stand right before you. His gaze never left you, his hard eyes peering down at your stunned expression.

"Are you going to explain why you've been giving me the cold shoulder all day?"

"Sorry?"

"Don't play dumb, Y/N," he rolled his eyes, "I know you've been avoiding me."

You shuffled awkwardly, fixing your bag on your shoulder, and trying not to look directly at him.

"I've just not been feeling well, so-"

He took your jaw between his fingers and forced your attention back to him. Draco's eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes laced with both concern and frustration. Your skin felt like fire where he touched you, his face so close that your mind loses track of what you were even talking about.

"If I've done something, then I want you to tell me," he says seriously, "I want to make it right."

You swallow thickly. You should tell him, Hermione is right about that, but there were so many reasons why you couldn't, or so you thought, anyway. His grip on your jaw loosens, then he's running his knuckles down your cheek and you heart is pounding against your ribcage.

"Talk to me," he mutters to you, "I fucking hated today."

"Sorry," you mumble, his gentle movements not stopping, "it was selfish of me."

"Have I upset you?" he asks, now cupping your face with one hand, his eyes darting between yours. You shake your head.

"No," you breathe, forcing a smile, "I just heard about your date with Astoria, and I guess I got a little annoyed that you had lied to me about what you were doing. I don't want you to do that, Draco. You're allowed to have a life without me, you know."

"How did you find out?" his expression turned serious again, "did she tell you?"

"No," you say quickly, "I just overhead something. It doesn't matter, what matters is that you can use your time how you please. Don't think I'll be offended."

He lowers his hand, and the absence makes you feel a little empty, shoving it in his pocket.

"So, you're not bothered if I date, then?"

Now his eyes were on the floor, and his entire demeanour had changed. You weren't sure if he was upset, annoyed or just anxious about your response. He was all three, actually.

"You are your own person," you say, trying not to have a meltdown in front of him, and place your hand on his forearm, "you're free to make your own choices, despite anyone else."

"But I care about your opinion," he said a little sternly, head snapping up to look at you, "If you tell me to never see her again, then I won't. So, answer my question."

"I did," you said stubbornly, "what else do you want me to say?"

He sighs agitatedly, pulling his arm from your grip and running his hand through his hair.

"I didn't ask her out," he then says, "my mother arranged it. I went purely out of politeness, and I didn't tell you because I was worried you would say exactly what you just did."

"I'm confused," you raise your hands, "you were worried I wouldn't mind you going?"

"Yes, God," he yells, echoing slightly in the empty corridor, "I wanted you to tell me not to go, to say you didn't want me to see her. I want," he starts to say but stops himself, "I don't even know anymore."

"Draco," you say softly, hopeful that he's trying to say what you think, even if you feel like your hearts about to burst out of your chest, "what are you trying to say?"

"It doesn't matter," he shakes his head, "I won't keep it from you next time. Sorry for lying about it."

"Wait," you grab his sleeve as he turns, "please, don't leave. Say what you wanted to."

"I already said, it doesn't matter," he spits, and its sour, spiteful, and it makes your chest hurt, "just drop it. I apologised, that's what you wanted, isn't it?"

He snatches his arm from you forcefully and begins to walk away. You call him back to no avail and watch as he disappears around the corner. Tears begin to tickle the corners of your eyes, one escaping down your cheek. This boy had your entire heart and soul in his hands with no idea of how easily he could crush it. The mystery of what he was going to say would haunt you for the next few days, leaving you with the hope that maybe, in some strange turn of events, he felt the same way. You stand, staring at the end of the corridor, praying he'd turn back around.

He never did.

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If you’re down to answer another question like the music one, what are the characters’ favorite in-universe cuisines/culinary preferences? Or, are there any fun reasons why some characters like/dislike certain things as we see in the glossary?

Off the top of my head:

Utsu dislikes fish because it's ubiquitous in Itan cuisine and had a lot of it served to her poorly-prepared as a kid. I think it comes up in the text at some point, but her favorite food is layered pasta dishes like lasagna. (I know what you're thinking, and no, I didn't do it on purpose.)

Kam is a vegan, but obviously only for health reasons since they don't slaughter animals for meat in the setting. She likes very spicy food like chilis and curry - her favorite is stuffed jalapenos. She also likes crepes.

Ran also kinda likes spicy food, but isn't super passionate about cuisine and mostly just goes for low-effort stuff. She eats a lot of stir fry and dumplings.

Theo also worries about his longer-term health which is why he's on a low-carb diet, but renders this pointless by eating tons of chocolate and sweets all the time. He likes hot fudge cakes the best.

Ptolema just really likes meat. Her favorite is just a really well-seasoned blue steak, probably with blue cheese, and she also probably really enjoys whatever the equivalent of brazilian barbecue is.

I don't think I ever decided what foods Seth likes best except that he eats a lot of junk food. I do remember deciding at some point that he really likes almonds despite being allergic to them.

Ophelia is a pescetarian for cultural reasons. Beyond that, she loves trying all sorts of foods, though shellfish and mushrooms are her favorite ingredients.

Lilith is a hyper-picky eater and doesn't like most vegetables or anything too complicated or mixed together. She probably most enjoys very simple things like chicken nuggets, and only takes small bites so she isn't overwhelmed.

As comes up in the story, Bardiya is a recovering alcoholic, which is the reason for his preference note. I think I put somewhere that kebabs are his favorite food.

Ezekiel dislikes onions because of their slimy and crunchy texture. He likes really straightforward food like Sunday roasts, which in-setting would mean he prefers Rhunbardic cuisine, though he'd never admit it.

Fang will eat anything under the sun, but also doesn't care that much about food in the grand scheme of things. Left to their own devices, they will cook everything into some kind of omelette and think it's great.

Linos doesn't like shellfish because, like Su, he ate a lot of it prepared badly when he was young. He enjoys participating in prestige/fine dining, especially for Ysaran and Viraaki food, more for the sense of being part of a cultural moment than the actual flavor.

Neferuaten likes foods like beyaynetu (or, like, pizza) designed specifically to be eaten communally. On her own she mostly just eats salad, though she has extremely specific opinions about wine and whiskey.

Durvasa likes to grow and preserve his own food, and his favorite is dal soup. He also has extremely specific opinions, though only about whiskey. He doesn't like red meat because he dislikes the idea that he's eating the flesh of a one-living being, even if it's replicated.

Zeno technically does not have a diet, and is sustained nutritionally by other means. He enjoys the taste of very indulgent foods like foie gras and controversial food like cultured human meat. He thinks Viraaki food is 'stinky' and 'greasy'.

Hamilcar does not eat except with company, which is why his entry says N/A. He can't taste food in the way he could when he was young, and he finds it upsetting.

Anna enjoys sushi, but is too old to eat much at all.

Mehit theoretically likes the kind of high-concept Saoic cuisine described by Ran early in the story, but is not a very good cook, so mostly eats things like baked potatoes and fried rice. This is partly why Lilith is the way she is, but only like, 20%.

Balthazar skips breakfast because otherwise he ends up overeating, since he's the type who can just keep going long beyond what's healthy. He's the sort of person who enjoys bizarre high-calorie flavors like fried squid dipped in ice cream.

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The Queen's Secret | Chapter 13*

Summary: The getaway was bittersweet for the Queen and her Prince, but she begins to feel happier as her belly grows with his baby, though Harry winds up making a rash decision that could change everything.

A/n: This chapter covers a few months of time - beginning from where we left off last chapter to a few months later where the chapter ends. FYI. 5k words

Warning: Smut, angst, talk of depression and anxiety

The Queen's Secret Masterlist

Chapter 12*

Chapter 13*

A few days, alone, together felt so delicate yet so blissful. Delicate because there was the lingering dread of knowing this was all they would get and every single little moment they had together would be precious. Blissful because it was comforting, and they could touch and kiss and hold and talk and love and express themselves freely. When the Queen admitted to Harry that she wanted to run away with him and his response was one of logic and reason, it also dampened the mood from the start. It wasn’t brought up again during their little getaway, the prospect of the lovers going away and never coming back. Y/n didn’t want to hear Harry repeat his words about losing his children. She knew he would never abandon them. It’s part of what made him so desirable.

Harry wanted to give in to his longing and run off like a man with no responsibilities, but he couldn’t because he was a man with children who needed him. And he needed them just the same.

The pair spent much time together in bed making love, chatting, touching, and pretending with one another. Harry would leave every morning to go to and check-in at the hotel he’d booked for the night and would return after lunch time where Y/n would have made some sort of meal.

Y/n was not good in the kitchen. She could make various things that were fine, but that consisted of easy salads, pasta with oil and garlic, sandwiches, and hot tea. Harry didn’t care much, he wasn’t there for delicious meals. But he was hungry. Harry was a man with a large appetite. Even Gertrude didn’t cook, they had help with those things.

“Tonight we’re making a big dinner, together. Salad and tea for lunch every day isn’t enough, my love,” Harry spoke as they finished off the bit of lunch that Y/n had waiting for him when he got back to the small house.

“Okay. What should we make?” The Queen did feel bad about her lack of knowledge in the kitchen. It was normal, though, for someone like her to not have a good grasp on preparing and making meals. She knew Harry was a big guy with a body that needed more calories than hers did.

“We’ll figure it out. I think we’ve got some steak in the refrigerator and you can make us another one of your delicious salad as well. I’ll think of another dish to make to go with it. And I’m going to make you a dessert my mother used to make. S’not fancy but it’s really good and I think you’ll like it.”

The Queen was so happy with Harry. She wished that he could be with her all the time. The idea that in only a day their time would be up again made her feel sick. It nearly ruined her happiness, just the thought of their time being up. Like when you are enjoying your Sunday but suddenly you remember you have to work on Monday and it dulls the enjoyment. The persistent reality of their situation hung over them like a dark cloud.

But it was no different for Harry. He was feeling anxious about leaving Y/n and going back home to Gertrude. This was a problem, however, because the lovers didn’t mention their fears to one another and so the looming threat of not seeing one another ate into their joy while they were together.

After putting the dirty dishes into the sink Harry lifted Y/n and carried her bridal style toward the living room.

“Harry!” She yelped when Harry suddenly grabbed her and pulled her up into his arms.

He chuckled with a smile, “What?”

The couch found Y/n’s back and she sat up with a grin, “What are you doing?”

She knew what Harry was doing. He not only had a big appetite for food, but he also had a big appetite for her, especially when unencumbered by responsibilities. Without answering her he climbed onto the couch and pulled her pants down her legs where he put his warm lips over her thighs and kissed his way upward to her cotton panties.

Harry loved getting her panties wet with his saliva, and then eventually from her own arousal. She watched as Harry began to apply open-mouthed kisses over the portion of the fabric that sat over her labia. She sighed and smiled. She hadn’t had so many orgasms in all her life. When she and Harry had their sessions sometimes she’d get two orgasms, but on their getaway, three days together, she couldn’t count how many he’d given her. Half of their time was spent with his face in between her thighs. And every time she kissed him he smelled of her.

But he enjoyed it. He loved gifting her with love and physical attention. He hated to leave every morning to go and check in at the hotels he’d booked, but the rest of their time he didn’t let her out of his sight. He was always dragging her to sit in his lap, he’d hold her hand when they were doing something as simple as chatting or walking from the bedroom to the back garden. He’d walk up behind her and wrap his arms around her, he'd kiss all over any part of her skin that was bare to him. He’d grab her arms and make her sway with him as if there was music playing for them to dance to. Harry was a big romantic. He loved touch and nearness. He loved to make love. And he was good at all of it.

“Take them off! You haven’t made love to me yet today. I really need you…” Y/n whined as Harry flattened his tongue over the crotch of her cotton panties.

Harry had left a little earlier this morning because the hotel was an hour away so he didn’t want to disturb the Queen when she seemed so sleepy. He had done a number on her the night before, though, so he figured he’d give her a little break that morning. But now she wanted him. Her hormones were on fire and she was feeling so good in Harry’s presence.

“Ooh… baby, you’re right. Let’s see…” Harry dragged her panties down her legs and threw them off into the room near wherever her pants had landed earlier, “yes. I see you do need me. In a bad way too, Y/n. God if you could only see this…” he rubbed his thumb over her pussy and spread her apart so he could see her entrance and collected the arousal that built up between her crease. He looked up at Y/n and brought his thumb up to his mouth, licking her juices off.

Y/n loved the way Harry handled her. She loved how much attention he gave her and how he insisted on her pleasure above all.

Harry pulled his pants off and then his boxers before yanking his sweater off over his head, “Take your shirt off. Let me see those tits.” Harry grinned.

She sat up and removed her shirt, to reveal there was no bra underneath, but Harry already knew there would be no bra. He’d already felt her up and she also hadn’t been wearing a bra since they arrived at the house. It hadn’t been necessary.

The moment her nipples came into his view he leaned over her, each palm cupping a breast and he kneaded gently at the tender bits. He licked his lips and dipped down to suck one into his mouth and the Queen put her hands into Harry’s hair. He loved sucking on her tits.

“Wish I could suckle on these all the time. God, Y/n… our baby is going to be well-fed, isn’t he?” Harry smiled at her and then dropped down to wrap his lips around the other breast and pulled at her nipple with his lips as his tongue laved over her soft skin.

She laughed at her lover. They had been going back and forth about what they thought the child would be. A he or a she. It didn’t matter really, to either. It was more of a little game.

“I will do my best to nourish her, yes,” she gasped when Harry’s mouth pulled at her nipple a little harder and she rocked her hips upward.

Harry sat up and lifted Y/n’s leg that was closest to the back of the couch and spread her other leg outward so her foot was dangling off the side toward the floor. He slotted his hips in between her legs and his cock was heavy over her belly. She reached down and gently pet at it with her eyes on Harry’s.

Harry stayed like that for a moment in between her legs, his cock lying over her center before he looked down between them and grasped the base of himself, and proceeded to slick himself through her labia, wetting his girth with her arousal.

The pair were silent as Harry finally prodded his wide tip to her wet hole and the moment he pushed inside they both dropped their mouths open.

Harry gently rocked in and out until he could finally submerge into her fully, “Like it when I stuff you? Pour everything I have into you and make you pregnant? Make your belly swell with my come?”

Y/n nodded and grasped onto his bottom to make him press in further. She wanted him in as deep as possible. It hurt a little when he’d submerge in all the way because he was quite long, but she adored the way it felt and the way it ached when his tip met her cervix and pushed her walls apart, “Yes. I love it when my belly bulges with your cock. Like this…” she looked down to where Harry was deep inside of her and she brought a hand around from Harry’s bottom to between them where it was wet and then pressed over her tummy where she could feel Harry inside moving in and out of her.

They both moaned and when Harry felt the pressure of her hand over her tummy, pushing into Harry’s cock he closed his eyes and wished that he could sear the feeling into his brain forever.

“God, baby. I love you so much,” Harry groaned and he brought his lips to hers and began to press in deep, upward thrusts, achy and tight and wet.

Y/n enjoyed pregnancy sex more than she thought she would. Being pregnant had made her feel a little off, but every time Harry entered her or ate her out she was bursting out of her skin. Her hormones were crazy and Harry felt so good.

Their panted breaths and the slick sounds of their bodies moving together seemed to be the background noise for most of their little getaway.

The Queen tipped over fast. Her ears began to ring as her orgasm spread throughout her body. Harry couldn’t hold his own back the moment he felt her clenching around him. He groaned as he released inside of the Queen, stilling his hips, pushing into her as deep as he could possibly get.

The lovers on their last day spent much of their time touching, laughing, dancing, and fucking. The Queen didn’t want to bring up again what she’d said to him their first evening together about running away. She felt silly for even suggesting it. But the truth was that she was quite serious. If there could be a way for them to go away together without repercussions she’d suggest it. She didn’t want to be without Harry. Not ever again. The weeks without him had been hell. She put on a smile and pretended she wasn’t sad or longing for the Prince, but she was aching and depressed inside when they couldn’t be together.

And now, their final evening was happy but the anticipation of parting again hung over them thick and they could both feel the darkness just around the corner. They held onto one another closely. Dinner had them cooking together and dancing while the pasta boiled and then the Queen was pulled into Harry’s lap at the dinner table where they ate.

Harry insisted on Y/n sitting in his lap. Their plates sat next to one another as they ate and Harry cut his steak and spoke about an old coffee shop that had closed down a few years prior and how the owner had moved to another country for retirement.

Y/n found it difficult to eat while sitting in Harry’s lap but she didn’t mind it. Having her bottom on his warm thigh and the closeness was sweet. She’d dream of this moment for many years to come. She wished she didn’t have to give it up, though.

Harry sensed Y/n’s sadness but that’s because he was feeling it as well. Tomorrow would be a day of stress filled with tears.

“I’m going to miss you, Y/n,” Harry spoke as he wrapped his arms around the Queen and pressed his face into her neck, inhaling her scent.

Y/n closed her eyes and leaned her head toward where Harry had put his face onto her skin and she brought her hands up to hold over Harry’s arms. She closed her eyes and nodded, “I’m going to miss you too, Harry.”

As wonderful as being together for three days was, the parting was the most difficult thing either had ever done. They both understood their roles and what it meant that they were going back to Manon. They’d look for opportunities to continue their affair from time to time but it would not be something that could be done often and with ease as they had already come to find out.

When Harry finally left the following day and the Queen was alone in the house she began to feel hopeless. Her world had just crumbled all around her when he told her he wouldn’t run away with her and she’d been doing well to hold it all together while he was with her. Because his presence and his voice and his touch were soothing and calming. But now he was headed home to his children and a wife he no longer loved.

They both sobbed tears and clung to one another before Harry had to drag himself from his lover and get into his vehicle to drive away. He’d meant to leave earlier, but it took a good hour to get his heart and his mind straightened out from how devastated he was. And he didn’t want to leave the Queen in the state she was in but he had to.

Two days alone in a house without anyone around could have been her undoing. She walked through the rooms and the yard with wet cheeks and a broken heart. The bed smelled of Harry and the sink was full of dirty dishes that she made when she thought she’d try and cook herself something to eat but instead burned it all and wept as a result of Harry being gone, the food being inedible, and her severe loneliness.

She forced herself to eat for the sake of the baby, but if she had not been pregnant she was sure she would have starved herself.

The Queen didn’t leave her bed for days. When Edgar returned from his trip he called for the doctor to come and check on her. She’d barely eaten, and had done nothing but cry since he’d returned and he couldn't understand why.

Rory came to see her friend as well when Edgar didn’t know what to do to liven her up.

The doctor took her blood pressure, drew blood, and checked all of her vitals. He gave her a prescription for anxiety and recommended that she leave the castle for a walk with someone at least once per day.

When everyone had gone and it was just Rory and the Queen, Rory stayed by her bed and held her hand until she was ready to talk. But she knew what had the Queen so down. The trip away with Harry must have been the cause.

“I am in love with a man whom I cannot be with. It’s my fault. I hate myself for it. And now my hormones are absolutely destroying my mental stability. I feel like I’m losing my mind. Like I’m going to go mad. I’ve never felt like this before, Ror. I don’t know what to do.”

There were no answers. Things must go on regardless of the way the Queen felt.

When the Queen’s belly began to start showing signs of the baby inside, her heart changed and grew lighter. She had been sad and emotional, depressed and anxious, but now that her body was feeling a bit better and her belly was showing proof that she was carrying Harry’s baby things felt more calm and sweet in life.

She would send pictures to Harry so he could see her belly grow and they’d talk nearly every day when Harry could get some privacy. The Queen began to feel good. She was happy that she was going to be a mother.

The first couple of months were very hard on Y/n. The pregnancy hormones affected her mood and her emotions. She was severely depressed. Part of that was because she couldn’t be with Harry, but the chemical reaction created with the hormones from pregnancy made her feel off balance.

Harry missed the Queen desperately too. And he knew she had been depressed and moody. He began to have quick meet-ups with Rory to get updates about her that the Queen wasn’t forthright with. She’d been telling Harry she was fine, but he knew she wasn’t. So learning about her depression from Rory had him worried. But eventually, the updates Rory supplied him with were that she was happy. Finally.

The longer they went without seeing one another, the easier it became for them. They still missed one another but the ache was dull and not so sharp as it had been at the beginning.

When Y/n finally went to the doctor to determine what sex the baby was, Rory and her sister Alma were with her. The doctor announced after the ultrasound that the baby would be a female. A girl. It was quite a joyous moment. Just to know this little bit about her baby. The moment she was out of the clinic she texted Harry, asking him to call her when he got a moment. He knew she was going to have her ultrasound and so he had been anticipating the message.

With both Rory and Alma in on the Queen’s secret, having her speak with her lover in front of them was only slightly awkward, but not a surprise. The Queen gushed to Harry that they were having a girl and Harry had to take a seat as he listened to his Queen. He missed her. Her sweet voice and the occasional picture were nice for him, but he wanted to have her in his arms. Needed to feel her and smell her again. This news had him digging into his heart once again. Had him feeling like he’d made a mistake by not running away with her or being open to some kind of plan.

The King was happy about the news when Y/n finally told him. A little girl would soon be present in the castle and it seemed to make Y/n happy. But as happy as the king was he told Y/n they would need to have her become pregnant with a boy. A boy could one day be king. A little girl could not. It was only a small bit of surprise to the Queen that Edgar’s response would be as it was. She understood how the royal line worked. She put her hands onto her rounded tummy and leaned back in the chair, “Well, we’ll worry about all that after she’s born. I’m just enjoying being pregnant with her right now.”

The idea of having sessions with Harry again was a pleasant one. She knew it would be good with him, but her current contentment and happiness were her priority. She couldn’t worry too much about that kind of future. She was focused on her baby and the future her little girl would have. She was focused on keeping herself happy and calm in the face of imperfect circumstances. She didn’t know what to expect beyond the birth of her little girl. She didn’t know if Harry would still hold as much power over her heart as he currently did. She couldn’t imagine that she’d ever love him any less, but she was aware that her focus had shifted slowly once the little one that grew inside of her began to kick and move about. No, she would never love him less. The child that grew inside of her was part of Harry’s creation too. She felt it could only make her love him more.

She was going to be a mother now. Things were happening quickly. Her clothes were all traded for ugly maternity ones. Her well-fitted gowns were switched for empire waist styles. Her tummy grew and stretched and her back was sore, and her tits were heavy and ached. But she was happy. And that was all she could ask for given the situation.

One morning the Queen slept in a bit longer than usual. Normally she’d be up early because sleeping sometimes was uncomfortable. But on this morning, she was feeling good. Her back wasn’t as achy as it had been the night before. She slowly blinked her eyes open and was startled when she saw Edgar sitting in a chair next to her, watching.

“Edgar you startled me. What are you doing?” The Queen pushed herself up to her elbows and blinked her sleepy eyes.

“Harry is insisting on seeing you. He’s come to the castle. He’s here now but he’s being escorted out.” The king sat back with his arms crossed, not a speck of emotion visible in either his posture or on his face.

Y/n sat up the rest of the way, “What do you mean? What did he do? Why is he being escorted out?” The peaceful sleep the Queen had achieved was now like a nightmare. Her heart raced and her head felt like it was being squeezed.

“What I mean is that he came here, caused a scene, and yelled at me. He said he needed to see you. Then he said he deserved to be part of the baby’s life. Harry has no right to see you or the baby. His job is done. Do you know why he’s come here, Y/n?”

The last thing the Queen wanted was to throw Harry under the bus, to make it seem that he was crazy and she was innocent in all this. She knew that Harry had severe ups and downs with his feelings when it came to her. He was sensitive. Perhaps he’d had a bad morning or night. The Queen turned her head to look at her cell phone that was plugged into the wall for charging overnight and wondered if the King had already looked at it. There were sure to have been texts from Harry if he had decided he was coming to the castle to make a ruckus.

Edgar got up in a hurry when he saw the Queen looking at her cell phone. He plucked it up and unplugged the cord then held the phone out to her, “Unlock it.”

She thought she could pass out. She didn’t know if Harry had contacted her or not. The secret name she kept his texts under would do no good if they were recent and unread and related to Harry coming to the castle. Everything else had been deleted. She swallowed the lump that was forming in her throat and took a breath as she grabbed the phone.

To her surprise, there didn’t appear to be any new texts from Harry on her notification screen. She typed in her password and closed her eyes as she handed the phone to Edgar.

She watched her husband open up the messages and phone app and scroll through, looking for evidence of her wrongdoing.

When he handed the phone back to her he rubbed his hands over his face and sat back down, “Sorry. I needed to check. You understand right? This is concerning that he’s here. He knows the rules.”

The Queen nodded, “Yes, I understand that. I think Harry is just very emotional and easy to rile up. Perhaps he might feel an attachment to his child,” she cringed when she said his child. Edgar wouldn’t like that, but it was said and she couldn’t take it back. And the truth was, the child Y/n was carrying was Harry’s and not Edgar's.

“I don’t see why he would. He has children with Gertrude…” the King stopped mid-sentence when there was clanging in the hallway and the sound of men shouting.

Edgar got up from his chair and opened the door to peer out. The very moment the door was opened Harry was pushing his way in. The Queen urged her pregnant body out of the bed as quickly as her heavy belly allowed her, putting her bare feet onto the cold stone floor. She hadn’t seen him in months. His hair was grown out, long curls swept over his ears, a bit of dark scruff on his face, and dark circles under his eyes.

“Get out of here! This is not your property and that baby will never meet you if you act this way!” Edgar shouted as he held onto Harry’s collar to keep him back. Harry kept his eyes on the Queen as she stood next to the bed in her nightgown.

A guard came into the doorway and the Queen put her hand up, “Leave us,” she spoke and the guard nodded, backing away. Edgar scoffed and before he could call the guard back, Harry closed the door behind him and despite Edgar’s own strength and size, Harry easily pushed the King off of him.

Harry turned to Edgar and pointed at him, “I will tell the kingdom of your secret, King,” Harry spoke the word King as if it were a nasty word, “and then the child will not be a legitimate heir due to your conniving. Unless you let me see her and the child when I’d like. The baby is mine after all!” Harry was furious and red in the face. He looked wild and angry.

Edgar looked quite wild and angry himself as he began to rush toward Harry.

“Wait! Edgar, we should think about this. If he tells then everything is ruined. Let’s take a breath and think,” The Queen put herself between Harry and Edgar. Both men halting.

Edgar kept his eyes on Harry who was behind the Queen, “This is unacceptable behavior, Harry. I will remember this from now on. Your character is tainted now. You’ve gone back on a promise and I can no longer trust you.”

Harry laughed incredulously, “And your character is tainted as well. You’ve lied and made a mockery of the kingdom by doing this. You’re a fraud. An infertile fraud.”

Edgar breathed out deeply and his eyes widen at the words Harry spoke. The Queen stepped forward and put her hand on Edgar’s shoulder, “Calm down. This isn’t a big deal. Let me have a moment with the Prince and you go take a walk. I’ll come to find you soon.”

Edgar turned his eyes to Y/n’s finally and shook his head, “Over my dead body will I let you alone with this traitor ever again.” The Queen shook her head, keeping her hands firmly on Edgar, “Please. Let’s calm down. None of this is doing anyone any good. Go take a walk, Edgar.”

It took a few more minutes before Edgar relented but when he left the room, Harry slammed the door closed behind him and locked the door. The Queen scolded Harry for his behavior, “Harry! What are you thinking? What’s going on?”

Harry frowned as he took large steps toward the Queen, pulling her into his arms. He kissed the top of her head and then brought his hands down to feel her belly, “This is mine. You are and the baby in here. I needed to see you. I know you’re doing well, but I am not. I couldn’t take it. I had a breakdown and found myself here this morning.”

Harry dropped his head to look down and the Queen brought her hands up to Harry face and pushed his head up so she could look at him, “But now what, Harry? Look what you’ve done. This scene is surely going to be questioned. What outcome are you looking for my Prince?” She smoothed her hands over his unshaved jawline and into his shaggy hair. She pushed the curls from his forehead as Harry kept his hands on her pregnant belly.

“I don’t know. I don’t even remember coming here. I had a spat with Gertrude and I left. We’ve been fighting a lot. But it’s my fault because I no longer am in love with her. Can barely stand her. I only compare her to you and there’s just no comparison. The children see it too. I hate myself right now. I just needed to see you and the baby so I could breathe and think. I can’t think when I can’t see you. Can’t breathe.”

Harry sniffled and Y/n leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his middle. Her poor, sweet Prince. He had been longing and sad all this time and she didn’t know it. She wanted to protect him and take care of him and his sweet heart but she didn’t know how that could ever happen.

The Queen tilted her head back to look up at Harry, “Harry?” He looked down at her, his hands gently rubbing up and down her spine and then smoothed over her hips toward the front over her belly. She smiled at his handsome face. Despite his dark circles, he was still handsome with his hair grown out like it was. She moved her hands up his chest and spoke, “What now my Prince?”

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Hamptons Cubs: Midnight

Prompt credit to @noots-fic-fests and character credit to @lumosinlove!

Today we're back to the Hamptons featuring some boys just trying to figure it out

Rated M, 1900 words, Read on ao3, if you prefer

Finn didn’t know what to do with his heart. It was 8 sizes too big and yet felt like it was in a vice. He wanted to pull it out and put it on ice and turn it fucking down .

Logan was in his house. With Leo. Going into Leo’s bedroom with him after an awkward evening of talking about careers and apartments and absolutely not college.

Leo must have made himself dizzy from all the darting around his eyes were doing, between the other two men, who were dancing on conversational thin ice. Finn didn’t blame Leo for yawning and pulling Logan into his bedroom with a kind goodnight. Finn had retreated to his own room and tried to force himself to sleep, hoping it would all make more sense in the morning.

But all Friday Logan had been with Leo in the kitchen like an adorable snarky shadow, and god, they were so cute together. Between frittatas and pasta salad and paninis Finn saw Logan cleaning up behind Leo like he was made for it. He saw Leo laughingly take a steak knife out of Logan’s hand (that he was trying to cut peppers with) and guide him to the sink full of dishes instead, with a kiss to the curve of his neck that forced himself to walk away from watching.

Friday, Saturday, Sunday passed with Finn trying to work, trying to not see the extra love that was cooked into their meals with the presence of Logan being around Leo. His parents loved having someone new there and at any meal they ate all together it was easy enough to stay polite but quiet. To only see the love shimmering between Leo and Logan out of the corner of his eyes because to look at it full on felt like it would burn his retinas like the sun.

Logan and Leo .

On Sunday after a dinner of grilled local sausages, a green salad from the garden, and smashed potatoes, Finn grew the courage to offer to help with dishes. Missing the time he usually had with Leo felt like a gaping opening in his heart and so he shuffled into the kitchen and settled in at the sink, aiming for casual.

“Oh hey Finn, thanks sugar. You might want to leave that pan soaking for a bit yet, the meat got nice and stuck on there.”

“Sounds good Leo, happy to help,” Finn said, holding his hands under the running water for just a breath.

“Busy weekend? Seems like you had a lot of work to do,” Leo asked.

“Hmm? Oh, oh, yeah. I didn’t get done what I wanted to this week, so I was trying to catch up. I got put on a new book recently. It’s a really great project, but I’ve just kind of … stuck on it lately, for some reason.”

Reasons including: it’s hard to focus on editing when his mind wasn’t sure what year it was, was time travelling every time he looked up and saw Logan.

Leo nodded in understanding as he finished bringing the dirty dishes to the sink. He put away the leftovers in silence as they worked together for a while. Finn took a deep breath as he scrubbed the extra dirty pan.

“I’m guessing Logan told you all about how he saved me in that history class, huh?”

Leo propped a hip against the counter near Finn, relaxed with his arms crossed. “Well he was actually pretty sure you saved him, so I guess it sounds like you helped each other.”

Finn dropped the sponge and turned to Leo, his breath heaving.

“I’m sorry,” Finn blurted out.

Leo cocked his head to the side, eyes soft. “For what?”

“That I kissed your boyfriend,” Finn said in a rush, making it sound like all one word.

“Oh sugar, Finn, don’t apologise. It’s ok. It was ages ago, I didn’t even know him then.” He picked up a towel and started drying the cookware Finn had washed before continuing. “I’m actually really glad you had each other. It makes me happy to think about the two of you studying, helping each other out.”

Finn managed a half smile at the thought of his and Logan’s study session.

“Is it ok that we’re here, Finn? If it’s weird, it’s totally fine. We can head home for the week. You’ve been … quiet …. this weekend and we really aren’t trying to mess up your week.” Leo hesitated. “Not to get in the middle of it, but Logan did mention you might feel like he ghosted you. Or that maybe you feel some anger towards him?”

“No, no! Did he say that?” Finn ran both hands through his hair, getting it wet, and took a deep breath, shaking his head. “I don’t remember it that way. Please, stay. I was surprised, like shock and awe , like get me a fainting couch type surprised. And I think it made me seize up a bit. But I see the two of you are really happy, it’s so sweet. Please, stay. Have a fun week out of the city.” Finn turned and finished cleaning the last dish and dried his hands.

Leo smiled, towel moving slowly over the dish in his hand. “Thanks Finn. That means a lot to me.”

Finn nodded and turned, meaning to head upstairs. That was about as much of confronting this weirdness that he could handle for today. Logan might be back in from his conversation with his parents at any time.

“And Finn?” Leo called. He turned back, leaning against the wall, hip popped out, listening. “Don’t avoid us, okay? If you don’t want to? I promise there’s no hard feelings on our end.” Finn just gave a small smile and nod, but the worried look lifted, just a bit, before he turned to go upstairs.

~~~~~

Logan had been helping Leo and between frittatas and his pasta salad and peach pie they had been busy all weekend. Logan was so impressed by his boyfriend, was soaking up every moment of watching Leo in his element, and with a backdrop worthy of a postcard too. Leo had even let Logan peel the peaches and mix the salad, although mostly Logan cleaned and organised and prepared while Leo cooked.

But, Finn. Logan didn’t know what to think. The shock had faded somewhat in the past two days of helping Leo with meals. It was a busy gig, an easy distraction. But then he’d glance out the window and catch a glimpse of Finn’s red hair out the window, amidst the beautiful garden and sprawling lawn. And his heart would stutter and he’d forget where he was for a moment. He’d think of books and candles and highlighters until he looked at Leo. Then reality would spin itself around him again and he’d kiss his boyfriend on the cheek as he walked to the fridge to put something away and tried to live in the present.

Sunday night they sat outside to watch the sunset, it wasn’t fully dark until nearly 10, and they sipped their drinks and watched the colour fade from the garden and flowers and trees as colours bloomed across the sky instead. And then those faded too, and the stars started sparkling out of nothingness. They sat in loungers beside each other, gaze shifting from the horizon to the sky. Leo’s hand was still warm in his with blankets over both of them.

Logan turned his head from the stars to Leo, just as awed by the sight of his love, even in the dim light.

“So are we staying the week still?”

Leo hummed. “Yeah, Finn said he wants us to. You ok with it? It’s ok if you’re not.”

Logan took a moment to trace his eyes over Leo’s cupid bow as he collected his thoughts. “I still want to. It’s beautiful here, and I have some guilt about how I treated Finn, but really I have nothing but good memories of him.”

“Yeah? You ready to talk more about it?”

Logan took in the stars. Orion’s Belt, the Big Dipper, the sparkling dots that could tell any story, told them all. When he had gathered his thoughts from the spaces between the stars, he went on.

“It was just a few months. But it’s burned into my mind like when you close your eyes after looking at something too bright. Finn is … bright.”

Leo chuckled and nodded at that, Logan squeezed his hand three times.

“Really, we pretty much just studied. We were in the zone, essay writing and memorising,” Logan continued. “Then we went to a party, and we kissed.” He set his head back against the lounge chair. “And Le, it was such a good kiss. It was a long, beautiful, hot kiss.” Logan sighed. “And I think I said something like I’m not gay ? And then the semester was pretty much over, and I was scared, and I didn’t call for months. And when I did, his number had changed.”

Leo reached over and took Logan’s hand in both of his, running his thumb in circles.

“And I kissed boys after that, and slept with girls, and never felt a hint of the spark I had with him.” He turned his head towards Leo. “Until I met you, of course.” Logan turned onto his side and ran his fingertips down Leo’s cheek. “Remember? We talked, and ate, and when you kissed me, there were the sparks of sunshine filling every part of me.”

Leo smiled, and gripped his hand tighter. “I’m glad you had each other, love. That sounds lovely, and kind of really sad.”

Logan smiled a half smile. “I love you so much. Leo, you are the light of my life. I kissed Finn, one evening, years ago. Today, I’m with you and I want you .”

Leo smiled and they leaned across the small space between chairs to press their lips together.

“You want to stay?” Leo asked.

“Yeah, I do. Let’s have our little vacation, let’s relax, and eat, enjoy the scenery,” he said, waving a hand vaguely around at the dark.

Leo’s watch beeped, midnight.

They sat in the deep quiet for a minute, hands connected between the chairs.

“You told me once your first kiss with a guy had been in college. Was that Finn then?” Leo asked softly into the darkness.

“Oui, soleil, it was.” He made the move to forgo his chair in favour of joining Leo in his. He climbed on top of Leo, pressing them chest to chest. “You were my first everything else, though.”

He leaned down and pressed their lips together and Leo tilted his head up into the kiss.

“I tried with other people in college, but it was never right, never felt good, until it was you,” Logan peppered Leo’s face with kisses. The darkness hugged them as they kissed, making them feel like the only people in the world.

Logan pressed a deep kiss down to Leo's lips, leaving him breathless. Then he stood, one leg on either side of the chair, and pulled Leo’s body down the lounge chair until his hips were near the edge. His long legs sprawled off the end onto the soft grass. Logan backed up and dropped to his knees under the midnight bright stars. The grass was only darkness, but was soft under his knees, cool in contrast to the hard heat that was soon filling his mouth.

“I love this, I never get to make you come on Sundays,” Logan murmured against his skin.

Leo huffed a laugh, arching his back involuntarily. “I think it is Monday by now, baby, ahhh.”

Logan just hummed and swallowed in response.

Leo could hardly see Logan through the darkness, but the stars twinkling in the sky kept him company when stars sparked and exploded behind his eyes.

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