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surftrips · 1 year ago

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ABOUT YOU | LUKE CASTELLAN

pairing: luke castellan x aphrodite!reader

request: luke x reader fluff w like an aphrodite!reader? reader is all sunshine and flowers and makes luke all soft/campers teasing luke abt the way reader changed him 🤭

word count: 1.6k

a/n: this is probably my favorite luke fic that i've written so far thank u so much anon for sending this request in! writing aphrodite!reader is so much fun, i'm such a sucker for the opposites trope. hope you all enjoy 🤍

You were the human embodiment of sunshine, a real life angel. Gentle, kind, and lovely— in other words, the complete and total opposite of Luke Castellan. He was dark and broody, strong and rough, and not totally unfriendly, but definitely intimidating.

But even if you weren’t the daughter of Aphrodite, Luke believed that you would still be just as beautiful. There was something in the way you carried yourself that had made his heart surrender the second he laid eyes on you. You became the one and only exception in his long list of grievances.

So it came as no surprise to anyone at camp when the two of you started dating, just to the dismay of many of your admirers and a few of Luke’s as well. If there was one thing you had in common, it was your beauty. With his puppy dog eyes and curly brown hair, Luke was a sight for sore eyes, almost as much as you were.

One day, you were walking hand in hand when one of the younger campers accidentally bumped into Luke. On any other occasion, Luke might have started an altercation, but today, he simply smiled and said, “Just be careful next time.” The camper stared at him, wide-eyed and shocked into place as you softly giggled.

“What?” he smiled, looking over at you as the kid took it as an opportunity to run away.

“Nothing,” you mused. “Just that I think you’re getting soft, Luke Castellan.” You poked a finger at his chest playfully.

“What?” he shook his head. “No, I’m not.”

Though he attempts to keep a serious face, you could see the amusement in his eyes. He often looked at you like this, ready to go along with anything you said— no matter how silly or whimsical your remarks.

“Okay, lover boy. Whatever you say,” you shrugged, offering him a kiss on his cheek that instantly causes color to rush into his face. Ignoring that he’s just proven your point, he attempts to hide his expression by seeking solace in the crook of your neck. He would never admit it to anyone, but he often thought his favorite place at camp was the spot in between your jaw and collarbone.

Even though most of the campers were still a little frightened by the idea of approaching Luke, his closest friends were not afraid to speak their minds.

“Dude, you’re like, totally whipped for her,” Percy remarked over lunch once.

“And you’re like, totally fourteen years old,” Luke said.

“I think the fourteen year old’s right,” Chris jumped in.

“Dude! I thought you were supposed to have my back,” Luke throws up his arms in mock aggravation.

The two boys snickered, causing Luke to speak up again. “I am not whipped for Y/N.”

“Oh, sure,” Chris began. “So the reason you’re practically skipping around camp and letting whatever team Aphrodite cabin is in win Capture the Flag is because…?”

“Oh, and don’t forget the constant checking his phone to see if she texted back and sharing his blanket with her at the campfire!” Percy pointed out. “Meanwhile, I’m over here freezing…”

“Maybe,” Luke scrambled to come up with an answer. “Maybe, I was just in a really good mood those days. It could have absolutely nothing to do with Y/N.”

He barely believed the words himself, and Chris and Percy were certainly not convinced. Luke wasn’t even sure why he felt the need to defend himself.

“Dude, it’s okay if you are, she’s literally your girlfriend,” Chris said.

“Hey! I have an idea, let’s ask Annabeth!” Percy declared.

“Annabeth? Why her?” Luke furrowed his brow.

“Because, she’s a girl. And she’s known you the longest, she can give us a real answer,” Percy said matter-of-factly.

Luke thought it over. The young boy was technically right, Annabeth was like a little sister to him. If anyone could tell if he had changed since dating you, it would be her. This came as both a good and bad realization to him, because what if he had changed? Gods, was it that obvious?

Before he could agree to asking Annabeth, the young girl was already at their table. Percy must have called her over while Luke was thinking.

“What’s up?” she asked, sitting down across from him with her plate of food.

“Oh, nothing, just talking about how soft Luke has gotten since he started dating Y/N,” Chris explained with a grin on his face.

“Oh?” Annabeth said, seemingly amused.

“Yeah, we actually wanted to get your opinion,” Percy continued. “Would you say you agree or disagree, that you know, Luke is nicer now that he’s with Y/N?”

Annabeth seemed to think it over for a second. “Gods, you guys are such children,” she scoffed.

“Thank you!” Luke cut in.

“I mean, all of you,” she looked at Luke pointedly. “Why do you care what a bunch of kids think about you anyway? And not that it matters, but you, Castellan, are most definitely whipped for Y/N.”

That shut Luke up immediately, and caused cheers to erupt from Chris and Percy, who were clapping each other on their backs as if they had just won Capture the Flag.

Annabeth smiled and shrugged her shoulders, as if to say “Sorry, Luke. It’s true.”

Later that night, Luke snuck over to the Aphrodite Cabin to find you. You were surprised when Luke woke you up, it had been a while since he came seeking your comfort in the middle of the night. He used to have bad nightmares, but you noticed he had gotten better since you started dating. You’d like to think it was because of you, but perhaps that would be thinking too highly of yourself.

In an effort to clear his mind, you suggested to go on a walk together. He agreed, and you climbed out of bed as quietly as you could.

You allowed him a few minutes of silence until his heavy breathing had slowed down and his grip on your hand had loosened.

“What’s on your mind, hon?” you asked softly.

Luke didn’t respond at first, distracting himself by tracing the lines on the palm of your hand. You were happy to give him as much time as he needed, placing your other hand on his back and gently drawing circles.

After a while, he did speak up. “Uhm, do you think that I’m, like, unapproachable?”

Your heart sank and you stopped in your tracks. “What makes you say that?”

“I don’t know, it’s just something that’s been on my mind recently.”

“Luke, is this about what I said to you the other day? Because I didn’t mean it like that—”

“No, baby,” he rushed. The last thing he wanted was for you to think you had done something wrong. He wasn’t sure that you could ever do wrong, not in his eyes. “I was just talking to Percy and Chris at lunch today and they were kind of teasing me.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of your boyfriend, Mr. Tough Guy, being teased by a few kids younger than him. “I’m sorry, babe. Continue,” you placed a supportive hand on his chest as you regained your composure.

“They said that I’ve changed since we started dating.”

Though you were an expert in human emotion, there were still times you couldn’t read the expression on Luke’s face. You couldn’t tell if he thought of this as a bad thing, or if he was just curious to see what you thought. You decided on the latter. “Changed how so?”

“They think I’m soft now because I’m always in a good mood and stuff…” he trailed off. Even now, in the dark of the night, you could tell he was blushing.

“Well,” you started, trying to find the right words. “You know, I was just teasing you the other day, babe. I think you’ve always been this way.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I think you’ve always been a giant teddy bear,” you grinned, unable to contain yourself. “Luke, you’re not as bad as everyone thinks you are.”

By now, both of you had stopped walking. Ever since Luke arrived at camp, he had been characterized as the tough, stony, and slightly antagonistic guy. All because of a scar he carried and the stories of what he had gone through with Annabeth and Thalia. Many people were still intimidated by him, despite his position as the counselor in Hermes and his job to welcome newcomers. It had been so long, he wasn’t sure if this was the way he was, or the way that he was made to be.

As if reading his thoughts, you said, “You don’t have to be what they tell you to be. Do you know the words I use to describe you when someone asks me about you?”

Unable to speak, Luke simply shook his head.

“Gentle, kind, and lovely.”

Luke wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but certainly nothing close to the words you had chosen. “You do not,” he objected.

“I'm serious, baby,” you placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in until your foreheads were touching. “I think you’re the most wonderful and caring guy I’ve ever met. I think you always have been, you just don’t always show it.”

He stared at you intently before pulling a loose strand of hair out of your face. You kissed the top of his head, “I must be one lucky girl.”

“Hey, if there’s one thing I’m sure about, it’s that I’m the lucky one,” he said, before pulling you in for a kiss.

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eumppattv · 4 months ago

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you’re so sweet ❀˖° ot7 enha 𖦹

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ cute things they do in a relationship

enha ୨ৎ reader fluff headcanon masterlist engene zone an: requests are open!

heeseung ۶ৎ make you cute messages on minecraft

as the gamer he is, heeseung spends a lot of his free time on his pc. as the boyfriend he is, he spends even more time involving you in said gaming as much as he can. that’s why when you agreed to play with him, he left you a cute message in your world made with your favorite colored blocks. as time went on, any time you joined his game, he would leave a sweet message outside your shared home.

jay ۶ৎ add your voice to songs

jay was obsessed with every thing about you, but he had to admit your voice had a different effect on him. there was one day where he replayed a voicemail you left him over and over again, smiling to himself in his studio. that’s when he had the idea to add the voicemail to a song he was working on. since then he finds his favorite voice messages and voicemails you’ve sent him, and adds them as intros or background vocals to his tracks.

jake ۶ৎ makes layla bring you things

we all know layla is well trained as it is, but jake decided to take her training a step forward. it all started the day he asked you to be his gf, he had trained layla to bring you a basket with flowers, chocolate, and a letter asking you to be his. since then he gets layla to bring you flowers, or he will give her your bags to bring down the stairs. once he even got layla to bring you coffee, and you still don’t understand how it didn’t spill. it’s the cutest thing ever.

sunghoon ۶ৎ take off guard pics of you

as the photographer he is, sunghoon can’t help but capture the beauty in life. and everything about you was beautiful. he would often bring a small camera to your dates, waiting for the perfect opportunity to capture your essence. like the time you were on a picnic and he took a picture of you petting a dog that ran up to your spot. or the time you were watching a scary movie and he caught you mid scream, although you argue there was no beauty in that one.

sunoo ۶ৎ arrange skincare nights

when it comes to self care, sunoo is the master. he often gave you advice on what products to use, but you would find it difficult to find time for yourself. so, he decided to have skincare nights once a week, where you would do movie nights with face masks, or play games while doing clay masks. he would even apply all his products on you, because he wants to take care of you.

jungwon ۶ৎ pretending to propose while on walks

early into your relationship you figured out that jungwon loved going on walks in his free time- and you decided to accompany him. on one of these walks, you witnessed a proposal and made a joke about how bizarre it was to him. since then jungwon randomly gets on one knee when going on walks, and you laugh every single time. sometimes he would even add a speech, and you would pretend to say yes.

ni-ki ۶ৎ put on music and dance with you

as the dance prodigy he is, ni-ki’s life is not complete without some music. he will shower with music, sleep with music, and when you’re around he will dance with you. you’ll be baking cookies, and he will put some music and pull you away from the batter for a dance break. he’ll guide your body around, moving you to the beat. there’s times where he will play one of his songs, and teach you a small part of their choreography, praising you when you get it right.

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ventique18 · 9 days ago

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So they started sightseeing at Seaglass Park, which has a bit of a climb to see the sights below. It's very beautiful and everyone's breath is taken away, but Grim, being the littlest guy with the shortest legs, starts complaining.

Jade: "There's a bench over there. You can sit down for a bit while admiring the sights."

Grim: "Nyahaha, I call dibs!"

Riddle: "You don't have to run. The bench is big enough for all of us."

OMFG all of them are going to sit side by side? Like a happy group of BEST FRIENDS? WWWWWWWW

Jade: "I won't lose."

Yuu: "No way I'd settle for less than first place!"

Grim, Jade, and Yuu started racing 😂

All of them started scrambling to be first to the bench LMFAOOOOO

NRC when they find an opportunity to fight each other for any reason:

Malleus: "All of us ended up racing."

Riddle: "All I could think of was that I didn't want to lose....."

Rook: "Hehehe, it feels like being a child again."

They don't say who won the race though. I'm guessing Riddle didn't, at least. 😂

Malleus then notices that this looks like a popular walking trail, with not just people, but dogs as well. Jade explains that according to the legends, the Mermaid Princess' human husband had a dog so brave that without worrying for his own safety, jumped to the see to save his owner. Dogs are seen as lovely pets in that place because of that.

Jade: "As there are no dogs under the sea, I haven't seen one in a long time...."

Jade: "I remember being so excited the first time I saw so many dogs walking this city."

He likes dogs? That would be so cute but I don't trust that face?

Malleus: "Indeed. I understand the joy of witnessing a completely different culture first-hand very well."

Jade: "Yes... Ah, look. There's a dog over there as well!"

Rook: "That's not a dog. It's a stray cat."

?????????? JADE CONFUSED A CAT WITH A DOG 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Jade: "Oh, is that right?"

Malleus: "What an absurd man."

Riddle: "Malleus-senpai. Calm down...!"

😭😭😭 Malleus got mad at Jade because he confused a dog and a cat???? Did he get triggered because people would also call him a lizard? 😭😭😭😭😭 Tbf since fae are very in-tune with nature, this might as well be racism for them LMFAOOOO

Edit: meltycatthing in the comments mentioned that it's probably a reference to him getting angry at people not knowing the difference between a Gargoyle and a Grotesque!

Jade then shares that the city also holds dog races and grooming contests.

Jade: "Grim, you should participate as well."

Grim: "I'M NOT A DOG!"

Jade: "How unfortunate. I heard that the last winner was treated to a lavish meal....."

Grim: "Wha..... Really? Where do I sign up?"

Riddle: "Have you no dignity?"

GRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM 🐕

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livelaughlovesubs · 7 months ago

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~ 09.10 - Michael ~

Dom!reader x sub!michael - reader is gender neutral

Warning: thigh riding, dubcon (becomes consensual), dacryphilia, mind break, sub space, virgin Michael, corruption kink, slight hierophilia, public sex..?, a bit exhibitionist, teasing, kissing, making out, mentioned kidnapping, Michael cries a lot just saying, this is a little sad in the middle

~ Wordcount: 6.2k ~

Nini!rant: requested by @rae-pss - inspired by his evolution date, I SPEND TOO LONG ON THE PREMISE

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It’s been a few days now that you’ve been brought to heaven by Raphael. He did promise you he’ll kidnap you one day, what you didn’t expect was for that ‘someday’ to happen this soon. As to how that happened? Well, the sky was clear that day, so much that he could see your silhouette from the edge of heaven. Leading to him darting down like a hawk who found its prey, and holding you between his arms before flying off again.

You didn’t even have time to yell or reach out to your companions, who were dumbfounded to the point of being frozen in place. It must have looked pretty stupid after all. Once you were brought to heaven, Raphael looked at you expectantly, as if waiting for a treat. “I’m not going to call you 'good boy', Rara, you kidnapped me.” You brushed him off, then sighed and asked, “I can’t go back down, huh?” He nodded his head. “As expected, fine, then show me around here.” This was a reaction he didn’t expect, why did you sound so done with everything—

The next few hours were spent with the little angel showing you around all excited, though he tried his hardest to not wag his tail. You followed closely, looking around this unfamiliar place. There weren’t any kind of fun things or shops in heaven, only houses for residents. It looked pretty depressing, especially because everything was rid of colors and purely white. When he asked if heaven ain’t better than hell or earth, you didn’t have the heart to answer honestly.

Soon you reached the last destination, his own place, where he would spend his nights. That’s when you found out all the seraphim’s sleep together, on the floor, with a thin cushion only. Compared to the devils, angels must have been real minimalists. To Raphael's dismay, Gabriel and Michael were also inside the building. You met Gabriel in the prayer room, where you almost got blinded by his halo. When your kidnapper saw him, he quickly tried to rush you out of the room, but Gabriel still noticed your presence.

“You brought Solomon’s descendant here? Why?” He shot you a glare, ready to put his scythe to use. You stared back all disgusted. “Don’t you dare, Gabriel. They belong to me.” He scoffed, and stood between you and the once-praying angel, to hide your form from his piercing gaze. The two of them were fighting like cats and dogs, basically not paying any attention to you anymore.

Which is why you took that opportunity to sneak away, tender steps as you backed out of the room. You aimlessly walked around their residence, exploring this new world, starting to pity their mundane lives. If you were to spend centuries in this boring place, where everything was white and monotone, you'd become a feral beast as well and probably lose your mind.

Like a miracle, you found something colorful, amid this white paradise. Carefully you stepped out of the building, into what seemed to be the garden. With a gentle swipe of your hand, you opened and closed the door, looking around to get familiar with your surroundings. There were flowers, everywhere, so many that it looked like straight out of a painting. It was simply beautiful. By the looks of it, this could be the garden of Eve that’s so infamous on earth, for this was a scenery so magnificent you didn’t anticipate it.

Heck, it looked a little out of place even, for so many colors to exist on this plain canvas that’s called heaven, as if god dropped a bucket of paint over this secret place. Slowly, you walked along the path to the huge apple tree in the middle. In front of it was a white pavilion, underneath it was a table with six chairs, but two of them had been stacked and pushed to the side.

“Beautiful…” you whispered breathlessly, eyes sparkling with admiration. There were so many kinds of flowers you’d expect the smell to be intense and intoxicating, but it wasn’t. This defied all logic, though you were kind of getting used to it by now. Only if you squeezed your eyes shut and focused solely on the smell, could you feel a sweet scent reach your nose, a scent you couldn’t quite describe. You tried to identify the smell and concentrated really hard, but to your surprise, you noticed a hint of sadness in the undertone of the scent.

Startled, you looked around, wondering if you were going crazy. Then you heard water flowing, no, to be more specific, someone watering the flowers. With even quieter steps, you approached the source of the noise and caught a glimpse of a figure with black hair. It must be Michael, you thought, and wanted to turn around and quickly leave before he tries to kill you, if not for him who mumbled, “Don’t run.” You froze in place, he didn’t even look up from the flowers, still tending to them.

You waited until he was done, nervously sweating as you clenched your hands. He wouldn’t kill you here, right? “Are you going to kill me?” Look at you, so bold, taking the initiative like this. Michael frowned, “Not here, I don’t want your filthy blood getting on my flowers.” So you were correct, Michael was the one who took care of those plants. “Ah.., ermm, understandable, those flowers are very pretty.”

The angel still had that distinct scorn on his face and a breath of arrogance, but he was beautiful nonetheless. His black hair stood out among all the colors, and the feathers of his wing that fluttered softly in the wind, as well as his right cheek which still hasn’t stopped crying. “Obviously they'd be pretty, I’m personally tending to them. Now get out, you are lucky I’m busy.” He walked past you, shoving you to the side and almost making you fall into the flowerbed, before filling up the watering can.

You stared at him emptily, then walked to the pavilion and sat down on one of the chairs, leaning back and watching him. “What do you think you are doing?” Michael then groaned, shooting you a furious look. “I’m looking at the flowers," You answered defiantly. “I thought I told you to get out—”

“Y/n!” Raphael’s voice rang through the garden, and he ran, almost tripping over Michael who was hovering near the entrance. “Urgh- don’t stand in my way, Michael.” When the black-haired angel heard that, he flared up, and his wing also flapped around very quickly, “Bloody hell Raphael, I was here first.” Quickly you stumbled across the yard and stopped the fight from escalating, grabbing the arm of the red angel, “Don’t fight, don’t fight, I’m here Rara. So, where did you want to take me?”

Raphael gave the other angel a final glare, before turning to you, "I haven't shown you your bedroom yet, come." Afterward, he walked away without looking back, holding your hand in his. Your gaze lingered on Michael for a while, longer than intended, before eventually turning around and following the much too enthusiastic boy.

That was your first day in heaven, and the days that followed weren’t all that different. It has become your daily routine to come to the garden, every single day. You were simply infatuated by the exotic flowers, and frankly, because you were curious about Michael. Why was he so dead on taking care of these flowers? Did he like pretty things, or was this simply his hobby? Every day, without fail, you’d bring some snacks and drinks with you and enjoy them under the pretty pavilion. Sometimes, more often than not, you’d be accompanied by Raphael as well.

Michael didn’t like that one bit, but since this garden belonged to all three seraphim’s, he couldn’t forbid Raphael from entering. Whenever you two spend time chatting and eating, he’d try to ignore you. Yet he couldn’t help but steal the occasional glances at the two of you being all lovely dovely. If you were to meet his face during these moments, he'd have an expression of pure disgust on his face, though he would never look away. Sometimes he also stares with an expression that wasn't disgust, it was something you couldn't put your finger on.

Particularly so when you’d pat and stroke Raphael on the head, hug him goodbye, or have him lay his head on your lap while you laugh all carefree. There was something about it, that seemed way too familiar, so intimate that it made him reminisce.

Back to the present, this time you came to the garden alone, which was rare, but not unusual. Michael hovered on the ground, the watering can placed next to him, he found it to be insane how used he’s gotten to your presence. Normally, he'd immediately luge for you and try to murder you, but now he's tolerating you for the sake of Raphael. You walked up to the angel, squatting, looking at the same batch of flowers he was looking at. He frowned at you for a split second, before turning his gaze back to the flowers.

“They are pretty, what’s their name?” You eventually asked, after admiring them for a good second. The flower had a pure white color, it hung from the thin stem, looking like multiple little bells. Michael stayed quiet for a moment, a gentle breeze running through his silky long hair, making them fly up a little. His soft feathers moved gently, proof of how soft they must be, you felt an impulse to reach out and touch them. He pondered over if he wanted to talk to the likes of you, then answered, “Lily of the valley.”

After hearing his answer, your eyes widened, you didn’t expect him to actually reply to you, and so calmly as well, it almost made you flustered. Wanting to continue the conversation, you quickly chirped, “Ah- it’s a pretty name.. erm, do these flowers have a meaning?” His head hung low when you voiced that question, the scent of sadness tickled your nose again.

Since you’ve spend so much time in the garden, you’ve come to understand it was the scent of Michael, who cried all the time. He debated with himself whether or not he should tell you, it was a little too intimate to tell strangers after all, yet there was something about you that made him feel weirdly at ease, and he whispered almost inaudibly, “They remind me of someone.” You didn’t need to ask twice to understand who he meant, instead, you chuckled. The boy grabbed your collar with an angry expression, and snapped, “What are you laughing at?”

You didn’t resist and explained, “Nothing, I’m not making fun of you. It was a bittersweet laugh.” Michael hesitated, the hand clutching your collar trembled slightly. “What do you mean.” He demanded, not even really asking. “It’s just… there’s someone I know who also plants flowers to remember his loved ones.” His grip loosened, and he pulled his hand back, you could swear you noticed his tears flow a little faster. “I think I know the name of the flower as well, it was— gardenia.”

He was a smart man, even if you beat around the bush he was fully aware of the person you meant. Seeing as you got him on your hook, it was time to spill the tea, just for the drama effect. You weren't sure where you were going with this, though you've always wanted to help these forsaken brothers, even if just a little, “but you know, he was a clumsy man. Even though he was the one who told me the name of the flower, he'd mistakenly call the flower ‘Michael’. What a silly man.”

Suddenly Michael darted towards you, tripping you over. You tried your best to not damage any of the plants around you, hands kept to your chest as the male got on top of you, pinning your head between his arms. Your head luckily didn't hit the stone floor, though his weight was a little uncomfortable. That's when you heard him scream, “Stop… acting like him..!”

“Hu-huh..?” The confusion was undeniable in your tone, and you tried to look at the man who was hovering over you. His hair blocked your sight, tickled your skin, and then wet droplets splashed onto your face. Were these... tears? Ah, probably from his- hold up, he was crying with both eyes. You gawked, surprised by his vulnerable emotional state. Guess angels were only neglected children after all. Gently, you brushed his hair to the side, seeing his eyes become watery and spilling hot tears.

Contrary to what you expected, he didn't deny your touch but instead leaned into it. His voice was quivering ever so little as he stated, “You knew from the start, didn’t you? So why.. why did you.. you and Raphael, you two..” his sobbing increased, blurring his sight with his tears. In the end, he stopped pinning you to the ground and straddled your lap.

With lingering doubts, you sat up, watching him wipe his tears with his now equally wet sleeves. You didn't know what came over you when you whispered subconsciously, “Beautiful.” It was what you thought at that moment, your most honest feelings. He stopped for a moment to look at you, then smiled bitterly, muttering, “You two are similar even in that regard..." Suddenly he hugged you, wrapping his arms around your neck and holding onto your back, clenching your clothes tightly.

Without missing a beat, he nuzzled into your neck, sobbing into your shoulder, all quietly, only the occasional hiccup could be heard slipping from his puffy lips. You knew all he needed was a shoulder to cry on, so you patted the back of his head, stroking through his soft locks, using your other hand to grab his waist. “It’s alright. And let me tell you something, I know Lucifer loves you just as dearly as you do." To your surprise he rubbed his wet cheek against yours, then turned to look at you, “…I guess you weren’t doing it on purpose?”

He had a meek smile on his face, an almost embarrassed expression. The tears didn’t stop flowing, though it seemed he calmed down a little. “I don’t know what you mean?” You retracted your hand from the back of his head and wiped his tears away. The angel stared at your fingers for a moment, then leaned even closer to you, uttering, “Lucifer Hyeong would have kissed them away.” For the next few seconds, you froze.

Why did he tell you that...? Was he hinting at you to do the same? Does that mean he thought you were similar to Lucifer?

“May I ask why you think so?” The question was a little out of pocket, but he knew what you tried to ask him. “You know what I... miss about Hyeong?" He looked down, clenching his teeth, muscles tensing before relaxing them again to finish his sentence, "Everything, I-I miss his laughter, his hugs, his soft strokes- And guess what you've been doing in front of me?” You went quiet at the last part, this time you knew exactly what he meant without further explanation.

Though you truly weren't doing it to spite him or with other ulterior motives, you were simply being yourself. The look you had was indescribable, it wasn’t quite pity, but more a cocktail of many emotions. “You…” he began once again, stopping to take a deep, shaky breath, to calm his erratic heart and stop the sobbing, before continuing, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I didn't mean to appear identical to-” you didn’t get the chance to end your speech when he interrupted you, “don’t you dare speak with my brother’s tone, while looking and acting like him.” At this point, you didn’t even know what to do, how could it be that everything you did reminded him of that person? Furthermore, you feared he was starting to have a twisted and possibly delusional image of you, to make you his substitute for Lucifer. You were sick of playing house after all that ordeal with the devils— especially Sitri.

All in all, no matter how similar their image of you and the person they meet in their dream is, you could never become the same. You were your own person, and not whatever others wanted you to be. The only thing you could think of doing was to somehow comfort him, this beautiful man who didn’t understand his own feelings, in a way his dearest older brother would never. So you hugged him, pulling him into a tight embrace, something he desperately wanted and needed.

The results were him crying even more frantically, weeping like a baby bird while he cried out, “I missed you so much, brother.” You didn't like his choice of words. After a while, you said silently, like a soft exhale of air that grazed his ears, “I’m not Lucifer.”

His grip on you tightened, but nothing else happened until you commented, "And I'm not your brother or Hyeong." The angel whined out, “Stop..” yet you didn’t, you followed your statement up with, “Not to mention I doubt Lucifer will ever come back to heaven.” Micheal looked like he was devastated, unable to accept the truth, he was basically begging you now as he yelled, “S-stop! I demand you to stop talking—” You shifted in your seat, now grabbing his wrists with one hand, “Michael, I think the reason he left is because it’s time for you to move on.”

He stayed completely still, arms now placed above his head, cheeks, and nose completely red while he wore this lost look in his eyes. “I’ll say it again, I’m not Lucifer. No matter how I act, I won’t be able to give you the same solace as he does.” Slowly, you guided his wrist to your lips, and bit down, leaving behind a red mark and a flustered Michael. He whimpered at the pain, taking his sweet time to snap back to reality as if he wanted to stay in his own fantasy world. “I can at most comfort you in other ways.” You then added, holding him closer with your free hand.

The boy didn’t struggle anymore, his pupils shook slightly, cheeks rosy as he hid it behind his wing. His face has been decorated with those pretty, shiny water droplets, some even dried off already. “W-what..?” Before he could prepare himself for what you had in store for him, you guided his body to move back and forth on your lap. He almost shrieked at the sudden movement, and then he stared at you with a baffled look.

If he had to describe it, it felt like he was riding a horse, but why were you doing this? Rubbing his metallic chastity belt against your skin, wasn't it uncomfortable? “Hold on to me.” You then said, and he became even more confused. Nonetheless, he obliged all obediently, grabbing your shoulders but taking care to not use too much strength.

This shift in behavior wasn’t because of you, he was still seeing you as that person, as him. With gritted teeth, you pulled down the zipper to his pants, and his cheeks flushed immediately. “Wait! What do you think you are doing?!!” He screamed, obviously not prepared for that bold move of yours. The boy was being so loud your eardrums almost exploded.

Judging by his reaction, you were achieving the effect you wanted, breaking down his idolized version of you, “I’m guessing Lucifer never taught you sex education~?” You joked and stared at his chastity belt. It’s the second one you’ve seen, the first one was Raphael’s. This one looked a little different in shape and color, it was golden, like most of the accessories of Michael. Despite it being a few weeks already, you still remembered clearly how you unlocked that device, which is why it didn’t take long until you freed the poor member of the male from its cage.

Michael stared down at you, unmoving, eyes widened while being as red as a tomato. When he heard the click of the lock, he felt his heart leap for a second. “No- no way.. you opened this? So easily?” He blushed and seemed slightly disgusted by the looks of his erection, which was leaking glowing precum down his shaft. This is also his first time seeing his dick, you almost forgot about the fact, that angels are basically all virgins. Gosh, how cute~

With one pull, you threw his chastity belt to the side, staring at his half-erect dick. “Yep. And- oh my? You are way bigger than your brother?” To be honest, you weren’t even sure if you were impressed or terrified. Michael hid his face with the back of his palm, thighs instinctively trying to squeeze close when a gust of wind blew against his now fully hard cock, though of course there weren't any results, considering he was straddling your thighs.

“No, d-don’t look..! No one should... expect god…” more tears swelled up in his eyes, he was also embarrassed at doing it outside, here so many people could catch you two. It would be blasphemy if anyone saw him in this state, he'd probably rip off his own wings and join his brother in hell if that happened! Knowing that you almost felt bad for him, for all these sexually frustrated and very much depraved creatures.

“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll just help you jack one off. You’ll feel much better afterward.” With that being said, you got to work. Fingers sinking into his smooth flesh, moving him around on your thigh, making him rub the underside of his most intimate parts against your clothes legs. It felt so rough against his perfect and soft skin, and on top of all of it, it felt so weird and so hot. He mewled, unable to fathom all these sensations, eyes searching for some guidance from you. Though you deliberately ignored him, gliding him across your thigh, trying to stimulate the male.

He began trashing around, resisting, pushing you away while crying out, "No! H-hyeong would never do something sinful like this..!! You stop these.. unholy and inappropriate acts!" You only laughed in response, asking teasingly, "But tell me, Michael, doesn't this feel good?" Completely treating his request like some passing breeze, feeling grateful that he was still capable of making his own judgment.

"I- no, I'm not answering you?! Are you trying to slander my brother?" He sounded just a tiny bit angry with you, trying hard to ignore the building arousal in his lower abdomen. "No, I never claimed to be him. Do you understand what I'm getting at, Michael?" His mouth hung open, as if he wanted to say something, yet not a single word escaped his throat. On the other hand, a series of moans and choked-out whimpers reached your ears. "Nghh... ahHh- I, s-still, sto- hnNghhh!"

Not good, he was being swept up by those hellish sentiments, by the temptations of the flesh. Why did it have to feel so hot, and be so brain-numbing? Poor birdy could barely think straight after all that edging on your part. You were way too perverted and too much of a tease to be his kind and gentle Hyeong!

"Y-y/n...! Please, I-I don't want this... it's scary, stop..!" At last, he resulted to pleading, unable to deal with the weight of his emotions clashing and fighting internally. It was the truth that he sought comfort by your hands and wanted you to fill the hole in his heart, but then you went ahead and turned the table at him. He didn't want to be touched by someone who wasn't god... and Lucifer. He also didn't want his first sexual encounter to be with you, or if it had to be done, out in the open in a place like this, where he'll defile all these pure and pretty flowers.

"Don't touch me..!" Even though he was so deadbeat on his mindset, he didn't try to push you away, was it out of consideration for the flowers or because he didn't dare hurt you after seeing Lucifer in you? No, hardly so, you could see right through his facade. He was probably thinking about how awful this situation was, but you knew he was lying to himself.

To prove your point, you stopped, leaning back and using your arms to support yourself off the ground, you apologized almost half-heartedly, "Alright, sorry then, I won't touch you. So, you do as you see fit. Climb off if that's what you truly want." Once again you surprised the angel with your actions, he didn't think you'd be so willing.

Only when you stopped pleasuring him he noticed that he actually missed the bubbly and warm feeling of your touch or that his erection was throbbing almost painfully so. He glanced down in disbelief, humiliation filling his senses. If he had to be blunt he had absolutely no idea how to react to this, so he did the only thing he could think of, doing whatever you did. Mind you his brain was already turned into mush due to all the tension from before.

Skeptically, he rolled his hips along your thighs, squeezing his lips shut in a poor attempt to stiffen his moans. At this rate, he was going to overstimulate himself since he didn't know what he was doing. Pride thrown out of the window while he bit back his shame, desperately grinding against you with that flushed look on his face. Small, muffled whines still seeped through his almost, almost water-tight defense. "Don't you dare... say anything... mhm!!"

He knew how hypocritical he was being, doing exactly what he apparently ‘hated’, that's why he didn't want to hear any mean comments from You. But his body moved on its own, he couldn't stop chasing after his own bliss. Why did it have to feel so good anyway? To drag his cock along your thigh, grinding his pre into your clothes... You watched the show unfold with attentive eyes, smirking as if you were saying, "Told ya". His grip on your shoulders got tighter, almost painful to bear.

Then he laid his forehead against the crook of your neck, body shivering tremendously while he groaned, "I-I... bloody hell... you did this to me." That angelic voice of his grazed your skin, hot and laced with need. "I don't know why I'm.. hngg, reacting l-like this..." He continued, egging you on, not getting to the point. "So, what are you getting at?" Again, you were aware of what he wanted from you, but you wanted to hear it from him personally.

“What I mean is- you... you take over!” Suddenly he leaned back to stare right into your eyes, he was still crying from both eyes. This time you were sure it wasn't due to his self-pity and sadness. You reached out for his cheek, cupping his face. His skin was hot, so much so that your hand felt ice cold against him. He leaned into your touch, lips squeezed into a pout, brows furrowed as he held his gaze low. "I thought you didn't like it?" You cooed, rubbing his tears away with your thumb.

Michael stayed quiet, he couldn't argue with that, he was the one that desperately pushed your touch away. That's why he just slumped back against you, mumbling, "P-please... I don't like— this heat either... make it go away..." Just to mess with him some more, you hummed, tilting your head to the side, "Hmm, I don't know, can't you do it yourself?" Now the angel was gritting his teeth, you wondered if you went too far. Much to your surprise, he pulled you into a deep, clumsy kiss.

The salty taste of his tears grazed your lips, his tongue messily stumbled into your mouth and he slurped and swindled it around aimlessly. You stayed still for a second, partly due to you getting startled, as well as you being in awe about how bad he was at kissing. Perhaps it was his first kiss, how cute, he's willingly gifting it to you. Since he has given you something so valuable, you had to show him a good time now, ain't that right?

Slowly, to not scare him, you moved your tongue as well, meeting his eager kiss with a smile on your lips. Closing your eyes to fully immerse yourself, only after seeing the embarrassed look on his blushy features. While he was distracted, you placed your graceful fingers around his slim waist again, giving him little instruction on what to do. Then, once he got into a rhythm, you moved your leg to meet his thrusts.

His heat and wetness already seeped through your pants, soaking your skin with his sticky substances. Yet you didn't bother, focusing solely on him and his pleasure. After a few sucks on your side, against his willing body, he started moaning into the kiss. Long, drawn-out moans that ended with a high-pitched whine for more, "ahhnnngh.. mhmm-uhm!!"

His hips suddenly jerked forwards, his poor cock was leaking and twitching helplessly, wagging around like some kind of tail. The neglect was impossible to overlook. May it be for his red, swollen tip that was decorated with glistening pearls of pre, or his bulging veins that looked like they were about to pop, it didn't matter. All he knew was he wanted more of this ecstatic, hypnotizing feeling that only you could provide.

Gradually, his movements became faster and more sloppy, your grip on him was so tight that his skin bruised. He choked, gagging on your tongue, throwing his head back to break the kiss. This was too much, too intense..! That poor birdy needs a break, or his brain will melt! Despite that, you grabbed him by his wing and forced him to stay still, lips crashing against his again. The feeling of your hand on his wing only intensified his pleasure, making him more erratic as electricity coursed through him.

You weren't done nor satisfied yet, hence you shoved your tongue down his throat again. "Mffhhmm!! ♡♡~! Y/n- I- nghhH..!!" This sensation, of something tingling inside him, threatened to burst at any rate. How was he supposed to hold himself back? All resistance fell on deaf ears and crumbled, and he felt himself being brought over the edge of bliss and sanity. For a moment that was supposed to be forbidden for him, or downright sinful, he felt strangely warm inside.

He hadn't felt this fuzzy and at ease for a long time, and so, he did what his instincts told him, he embraced the feeling. Tears poured from his eyes like little waterfalls, his face ruined to the point of being unrecognizable, and his wing flapping around in a pathetic attempt to balance out the pleasure. He grabbed a fistful of your clothes, almost digging holes into them as he relentlessly rode your thigh. He felt weak, so powerless like never.

His knees have been shaking for quite some time now. If it wasn't for your hands on his hips, he would have slumped forward and fallen into your embrace, that was how weak he was. More sweet whispers of pleasure slipped from his swollen lips, sending a tingle down your spine. "Hmmm... m' su-sumthin's cummin'..!♥︎♡!!" Michael tried to warn you, head so empty he couldn't form proper sentences. Not to mention you were still making out with him, rendering it almost impossible for him to speak coherently.

His dick twitched around a few times again, the tip was rather rubbing against your belly than your thighs, leaving behind strings of pre in its wake. Finally, after an eternity of tension and promised pleasures, he felt himself reaching his limit. The feeling was nothing he had ever experienced before, he couldn't even try to put it into words that was how mind-blowing it was. With one last meek try to warn you, which ended up sounding more like a high-pitched shriek of bliss and pure, primal ecstasy, he came all over the two of you.

“MhNMHHH~ aaAhHHnNNGGh♡♡♥︎♡♥︎～!!” Tridal waves of pleasure surged through his veins, making him shudder due to the intensity. His toes curled, wing flapping uncontrollably as thick ropes of white cum spurt out of his way too-overstimulated dick. It splattered across your clothes, and his as well. Judging by the amount of glowing fluids he shot out, he must have been pent up. Once again, you took the first orgasm ever of an angel, and it felt weirdly fun.

All this pleasure was too much for an inexperienced virgin angel like him~ his mind basically blanked out during his ejaculation, causing him to whimper and groan like some animal in heat, "Ah- uhm.? Nghh, uh-hnggh ♥︎♡♡!" He never knew there was pleasure like this, this amazing and tingly. It was just like the day he lost his eye.

You weren't even sure what he was trying to say, maybe nothing, maybe insults, whatever it was you didn't really care. Instead, you were fascinated by how different yet similar his reaction was to Raphael's. So it was true that angels were as bland as their buildings, with no real knowledge of what the pleasures of the flesh meant. You smiled, looking at his wrecked face. Still as red as ever, with dried-out tears stuck to his skin, and drool hanging out of his mouth, he has never looked more beautiful.

His wing has also calmed down, it was almost limping next to his head. Eyes still a little unfocused as he slowly regained his clarity, moving his hand to his face to rub his puffy eyes. That silky, untangled hair was a little messy more, and his clothes wrinkled. "That was a little too much stimulation for your first, huh?" You joked, and he didn't have the strength to give you a sassy answer, but he glared at you nonetheless. It was more of an I'm-too-tired-for-this glare than anything else though.

You didn't move from your spot, not wanting to rush him, giving him enough time to collect himself until he deemed himself ready to stand up from your lap. In the meantime, you noticed that the sad scent that radiated from him has dissipated, at least for now. Somehow, you felt really proud of yourself for that, smiling under your breath as you placed a kiss on his forehead.

Michael squeezed his eyes with a pout but didn't resist. His argument or defense for himself was that he was too worn out and tired, for now, and that he had enough opportunities to kill you in the future. It was nothing else but excuses, considering angels are just delusional beings at their core. As soon as he stood up on his wobbly legs, you wanted to ask how he was doing, that's when Raphael emerged from behind the doorframe.

His head peeked into the garden as he smirked darkly, mischievously even. "Pff, you look like a horny beast, Michael. Was it fun, screaming so loud I could hear your disgraceful moaning from miles away?" You stared at the blond angel with a skeptical look, he was acting as if he didn't act just the same. Then, he turned to you and said, "Anyway, y/n, you, come with me. I have something to show you." Now he stood in the doorframe with his entire figure, leaned against it.

You stood up from where you were previously sitting, and answered all carefree as you walked past him, "Okay ~ lemme get changed first." Raphael made way for you when you walked by and nodded in acknowledgment. Once you were gone, he made eye contact with his dear brother and had a slight scorn on his face. Michael frowned back at him, brushing off the dust from his clothes, even though there were bigger problems about his appearance than that. Like his disheveled hair, or the traces of shining cum on his shirt.

“What, don't like the fact they aren't only yours?” After a quick glaring contest, Michael spoke up, a sneer present in his voice. He got closer to Raphael, now standing right in front of him, crossing his arms around his chest. Though it seemed he had recovered very quickly, his legs and knees were still a little uneasy. "...I can't say I'm pleased with it, but they are free to do as they wish." The Blondie said, averting his gaze for a split second.

“How unusual of you, sharing was never your strong point.” The black-haired seraphim commented. A snarky laugh erupted from the red angel, and he scoffed, "You are one to talk." Afterward, he turned around, waving his hand as if to say goodbye, "It's a shame that I'm not the only angel who has experienced god's given pleasure now, but oh well, I'm still their first, remember it well." With that, Raphael disappeared into the building, leaving Michael standing at the entrance to the garden, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth.

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Nini!rant 2.0:

I found many different translations for the meaning of the mentioned flowers, but these are the ones that I liked best.

Lily of the valley: purity, happiness, nostalgia, sadness, pain, death

According to the bible, lily of the valley is most infamously mentioned in the Song of Solomon (2:11). It’s also sometimes used as a metaphor or comparison to Jesus Christ, due to its sweet scent and white colour (Ephesians 5:2). White, which is knows to be a sin-free colour, used to describe a person without sin -> Michael still sees luci as a person without sin

There’s also a saying that lilies are the tallest of flowers, but hangs its head down, symbolising humbleness (Philippians 2:6~8). Also it’s supposed to have a lot of medical qualities, so it fits lucifer, who’s a healer.

Gardenia: purity, harmony, sweetness, joy, secret love

Here, it’s also qualities and things lucifer wishes for Michael. Like harmony, joy. Then, how he sees him and thinks about him. I thought it’d be cute haha

I choose them very carefully, there was quite a lot of thought behind them, that’s why it got its own special mention here :]

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000jeon · 1 year ago

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Focused on her

mature: graphic detail.

synopsis: He had always been a master of concentration, but the sight of you in that black, figure-hugging dress was enough to shatter his focus. The way the fabric clung to every curve of your body, accentuating your shape, was simply irresistible. It was as if the dress had been tailor-made for you, and him alone. Every inch of his being was drawn to you, he found himself struggling to keep his eyes off you and had to his frustration out in other than boxing gloves. So about a leftover spiked condom in his leather wallet he had left from previous nights?

aged jungkook au! complicated friendship au! Roommates!

contains: oral, smut, dirty talk, tattooed JK, pierced JK, not as much plot but plot, dub-con, Dom jungkook, sub reader, ball sucker, coy reader, slight pinning, wall, floor, verbal jk, the reader isn't as verbal, jk focused, jk is very imaginative, in love jk, cursing, daydreamermer, face sitting (m), the reader isn't on bc, mentions of pregnancy, crempie, cumshot, blowjob, rounds, he is big, w.a.p.

Sweat glistened down his towel-wrapped forehead and rolled down his chin and neck as if melting underneath the warmth of the sun. His stamina and determination kept him going for hours at a time, taking a break every second to see what you were up to In the living room as he practiced alone. Typically he'd go down to a trainer or have him over, but due to severe rain pour and storm, it was best to cancel and take precautions for both parties.

You on the other hand took the opportunity to go through your clothes and see what could be donated. He never minded you stripping naked in front of him, allowing him to view you in such a relaxed state and you never hesitated to ask why. Was it because like his friends he was a pervert or because it was just a woman's body and he shouldn't huff and puff like a dog wanting a chew toy? You never knew and you never gave it a second thought.

With a loud smack coming from an undercut against the 6'0ft punching bag, he whipped his chin using his tattooed sleeve arm and continued working on his strength. Continuing he took his gloves off with his teeth and placed them besides his hip, giving himself a break to drink some water and sit on the little black padded gym bench he bought recently. With your back towards him, he took the opportunity to check your ass in your panties out and smirk to himself while he quietly took a small spit to drink.

Curious about why you were slowly bending down to pull something up he soon realized the dress had small chains of gold around the midsection of the dress and he practically held in a laugh at how you thought aloud of how delicate the seems were. Within another sip the dress was under your breast and almost completely on besides the spaghetti straps that looked like they needed to be clasped by another.

In amazement, his eyes raised and mouth slowly hung as he watched in awe of your beauty and amazing figure. Was it the ideal body you'd see marketed no, but the way your body hugged and tugged at the dress made him rethink his life choices of women in an instant. Once again shaken to his core, he stood up and walked over to help you clasp the back of the dress, his height leaning over your smaller frame and taking a peek at your breast naturally sitting comfortably in the dress.

With a wrap around your waist, he turned you, softy. With fear your eyes expanded wide like dear in headlights afraid he'd stupidly break it, but instead gave you more breathable room and adjusted the dress with a smile he wasn't aware he wasn't hiding from you.

"mmm, you think I could take you somewhere nice in this. It's a shame you've never worn it until now," he mentions, backing up to get a better view of the dress. Looking up at him you could see his gaze dancing to the slight sparkles that shined ever so softly in the living room light.

With a faded smile you look down and sigh saying "I've never felt confident with anyone enough to really show it off, so I hid it until now I suppose." Ignoring his offer due to the last bit of his speech, he walked up and lifited your head a bit with a sweaty finger.

"let me be the confidence you need, I'd train harder to protect something as bright as that smile when you turned around in that dress" he mentions, his heart fluttering more than yours at a soft compliment. Taking a moment he realized what he had uttered and pretended to cough to the side in his arm.

Flustered he tried speaking and only studdered words came out and was embarrassed. Taking a breath in, he smiled and gain a slight composure to excuse himself to what he believed was a full sentence.

"I'm going to uh, yeah. I'll -" he stopped himself, walking off itching his hair as he walked back to the puffy cool new gym bench. Flustered himself, that giggle you let out killed him and he knew it was about to haunt him for days of how he messed up a cool moment like that.

Undoing the towel wrapped around his head, he sighed and smelled it. It wasn't very noticeable but it was time to wash his hair. Which to him was a blessing sent from above or love itself, a moment he could hopefully steam out his head as he washed his worked-out bodys trophie of sweat and pride out his pores or so he thought.

He thought the cold water would stop the thoughts of taking you out as friends to a dinner, to show off your curves. As friends to a fancy 5 star restaurant in Seoul, he'd have to book now to see you in that dress again. But the one thing that made the water run warm was the thought of watching the dress fall down your body like a melted white chocolate fountain. A fountain he'd pour over you if you gave him one day, a night, and even the chance. Something his mind was begging for at this point.

Turning the water to warm, he gently hit his head against the wall in frustration and desperation at that point in time. He wanted to last one more hour to make it four with boxing, but damn if he did it's be obvious on how he felt about the dress on your body and there would be no way of getting out of being teased for months on bodily functions.

Couldn't help he liked what he saw, it pumped more thrill in his body to watch you turn your back away from him then to finally land that harsh punch he's been aiming for all day. And that was bad, very bad. He could trip over thoughts as he was over you. Was he in love or just desperate or maybe both? Not a teenager anymore, but grown enough to acknowledge that his heart dipped lower than his chest and throbs at the sight of you at times. Something he kept secret and hideen if possible, very hidden..

With a last scrub and the daily shower confession, he assumed he was clean of rightfully lustful thoughts until he walked out in a towel to his imagination of the black dress falling at easy down your body. He gulped and quietly made it to his room in search of clothes and franticly looked for clothes to go out in.

"gah, fuck this" he cursed aloud, pulling his shirt down as looked for clothes and ways to get that image out his head. Infact he needed to get out of his head, out of his apartment as he searched for boxers and his pants, and his wallet in a hurry.

"why me?" He whined to himself silently as he fell dramatically on the bed in a pain only you could fix. Reaching for his wallet in defeat he felt a circle like dent and remembered he kept a condom in there incase the day you wanted to get spicy with him out side of his head he'd be ready. Was he ready if that ever happened. Sighing he took the condom off and placed iton his bed side counter.

"it's pouring outside, wet. Wet like- ugh" he slapped himself slightly on the forehead. "What am I doing wrong with my life" he groaned sitting up and gaining the mental strength to go back out to see you. Which he did, to only find you ordering a pizza online without him.

"Ya" he yelled loudly scaring you as you jolted towards him on the bar stool to face him.

"Without me you jerk. First, you surprised me with the dress and now you're ordering without me, is this how I'm being kicked-"

"No you're not being kicked out, you purchased the place, and two, I just got the website. It's late, cold and I'm sure they will happily deliver here. So here, look and order with me. We get wings half off today." you mentioned getting up In your set pajamas and shoving your iMac laptop in his face.

Grabbing it with thanks he ordered his half added more items and placed his credit card in the order so you wouldn't have to pay before handing it back.

"Thank you jungkookie oppa!" you teased seeing the uncomfortable scrunched face he let as he regretted coming out here. Laughing, you ordered some drinks from another website to come and eveuting wa settled to come withing 45mins to an hour, which could increase due to the storms harshness.

"Is this where we play games and head back to" he jokingly questioned pausing as you got on your knees in front of him. Blinking several times he wasn't sure if he was dreaming or just maladaptive daydreaming again. Looking down he saw he wasn't and his Best friend of 20 years was on her knees looking at his Bonner like it was meat on a menu.

"Why not skip to the fun part of waiting," you softly bit down on your glossed lower lip as he gulped in anticipation.

"Maybe the wait is worth the fun in the end?" He lets out a deep huff of warm air backing up a bit in sheer awkwardness. It wasn't like he didn't want you, it was more he didn't like the way you started it when he could've 'man up' and started it himself. It was his erection anyway.

With a hand offered to help you up, you gratefully took it and he used it to pull up and close to his chest. Breathing heavily out of shock, your eyes slowly trailed up to meet his as he smirked in a smile.

"One thing to know about me is I like taking care of others, I want to have the lead, and those soft pleading eyes you're giving me are driving me crazy right now" JK mentions, lowering his head down so his lips could meet with yours but only keeping them an inch away for added suspense.

"then I'm glad I've always listened to you, to every word and command you've asked of me thus far" you gulp, lips quivering in need of attention. With that in mind, his head slightly turned and yours did too without breaking the small gap between his throbbing lips and your slightly quivering ones. A distance he shortly after broke, with his hands feeling around your back before bringing his arms around in a comfortably tight embrace around your hips.

Moaning from the tug and the great relief of broken space, he drank up the vibration and used it to fuel his lustful fire below. One that could be felt pushing against your pelvis as if asking on his behalf for more, for consent of the obvious.

Wanting more, he kissed vigorously. Their lips moved from the pace of uncertainty to tongue exploring the edges and buds of your own as his heart pounded from the excitement of your arms wrapping around his neck loosely like his thin silver chain with a gem pendant you bought him for his birthday years ago.

The birth gem necklace he swore to himself to wear religiously every day. The one he didn't put on today, in an attempt to run away from your hold. To only be wrapped around your embrace, just like the necklace.

While he tries to calm himself before making any long-term decisions with you. He knew that was a promise he couldn't keep with himself as he ached for something long-term and his body was pushing him to. Meanwhile, with his heart controlling his movements now, he started to walk you over to the closest kitchen wall in sight to corner you. To trap you in his warm-hearted embrace the same way the thought of you, your body, and your whole existence did to him mentally.

With the kiss naturally breaking off, he moved his lips around your jaw and pushed any fly hair strands away as he made his way to your neck. Gripping his shirt, in the back his mouth drooled over it in need as he applied rough pressure in the crook between your jaw and neck. With a burning desire he build higher than the pyramids of Asia, you pulled his shirt up and gripped his skin. A bright hue of red plastred on his cheeks as he marked other places on your shoulder of him.

"so much pleasure" you whined quietly, your words loudy admitting to the idea of how sensitive you were to every touch of his on your body. A sentence he repeated mentally as he pulled off to see your pleading state of your face and lips.

"Good, I wanted that" he chuckled at your need for intimacy. Whilst eyeing you carefully watching for your aroused response to his movements, he gripped the hemming of his shirt to pull over and throw off to the side of you. In all its glory, his upper body was indeed muscular and slimmed. A pack of 8, along with his biceps were seen more clearly as you walked your eyes down and around his bare uper torso.

"keep them lowered for me only" Jungkook insisted, pulling his shorts and leaving him in his ballooned underwear for your visual pleasure. A moment- wait no a sight you never thought you'd see like this. Moving your gaze back up, caused him to tilt your head back down to look.

"never said to look up, so keep your eyes lowered" he leaned in your ear to say. With a nod, you saw him lower his body to his knees and pull both layers of pajama pants and underwear down to reveal a slight bush. Embraced you covered yourself modestly with shock as he pushed them away and lifted one of your legs on his shoulder.

"looks good, so it'll taste good," he says, tongue slowly brushing and coating his lips in hunger as much as wetness as he leans his nose forward more. With a lookup of yes, you nodded and soon gripped the jet-black strands of his hair as his lips collided with your folds. Tongue lathering your juices around your clit as his hands held your hips still and close as he sucked and teased the floods and your nerve with ease. Arching, you felt the release of wetness drip along your thighs as he continued to lick his deep coral-pink tongue around the nub as his lips attached to your labia with thirst.

Moaning at almost an uncontrollable pace, you tugged and played with stands of his washed musk musk-smelling hair as your mouth felt like it was being held open for you in need. Pulling away softly, he made his eyes make contact with yours as he continued to orally fuck you to insanity before pulling off at any side of orgasm as he could feel the convulsions of your opening with ease and with some experience and a vague memory could tell the difference between one cumming and having an orgasm. A feeling he could sense was near.

Completely coming away from you, he caught you in his arms as your Legs buckled and gave up on standing on him. With a smile, he laid you on the thankfully clean, but cold white-lined tile floor and even placed his shirt under your head for a slightly better experience. Pulling his underwear off he threw them and eventually kneeled himself over your mouth, shaft in hand as his hard on faced towards your tits.

"get me even more excited for your mouth" he requests, your tongue like his earlier licked to become wet to provide a more comfortable experience for both of you. Thankfully JK decided to spend a few minutes trimming himself a bit in the shower as it was overdue for him, something you didn't mind not caring long as he was sexually clean. Something you knee from the constant lack of lotion in the bathroom and your bottles disappearing out of sight .

Succking on one side of his balls, you were glad they weren't too big to suck and roll around in your mouth as he jerked his cock in pleasure. Pulling up your shirt, he saw your breasts once again in a relaxed state and jerked and toyed one handily at them in ecstasy.

"so good" he breathed out heavily, cock heavy in his hands as he jerked over your breast harder in delight. It wasn't like he needed the extra help, but fuck if he had the chance to jerk himself over your pretty breasts he'd take it with no questions asked. Another fantasy fulfilled to him. Pulling himself off of you he stood up and helped you up to strip you of your top.

"fuck there's no way I'm letting your body get pleasure on this floor baby. You deserve somewhere warm and cozy, like my bed to lay on" he insists, taking your hand and urging you to his room. You gladly followed behind him as he rushed the both of you to the bed.

With the shut of the door and the flick of his warm-toned mood lighting. His bedroom was lightly illuminated with a warm yellow glow. Laying on the bed, he thought about a blowjob first but realized saving it for the end was more worth it as he knew how much of you he could handle before leading to his own orgasm.

Turning you over with light force, you laid on your belly and he handed you a pillow for added pleasure as you placed it under your pelvis. Waiting as he was you were getting adjusted completely, he tore his spiked, lubed, and internally ribbed condom and shuttered in slight coldness as it went down his shaft. Ready as you were, he soon pined your legs down and wanted to do things in prone bone style jungkook version than anything. Besides your ass in his eyes was meant to take it face down like this.

With his chest now hovering above your back, he placed his tip on the entrance of your cunt as he held himself in a somewhat of a one-armed plank position to do so. Kissing your upper back he warned you his cock was a large size to take. Which you believed based on how tight his boxers were on him minutes ago and the sound of him jerking wasn't light. With that in mind, he softly slid just his tip in before going into a full plank-like stance above your back as he introduced his protected cock to your warmth.

With the sound of painful pleasure coming from your lips, he stopped and allowed his hips to roll his tip in circles to get you accustomed to his cock. A feeling both mentally and physically arousing to both of you. After about 3 mins of him rolling his tip in and back kissing, he was able to inch his way deeper into you which caused him to panic at the feeling of walls tightly gripping and sucking him in with urgency.

"I'll pay for plan b if I fuck up and more if that doesn't work" he assured, knowing he's gonna wanna take that condom off to feel skin to tissue any minute.

Part 2: coming soon

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Lucifer with an artist reader

・❥ You’re hosting an art class, and the nude model is someone you never expected

xx: it’s a long one y’all 😭 we’re still in the pre-dating era! Slowburn, anybody? Forget the crumbs, have the whole loaf of bread, my swans ☺️

warning: brief mentions of nudity & mild swearing

After Lucifer’s initial tour of the hotel, he started coming around much more often.

He was beginning to reconcile with his daughter, and that meant making up for all the years he had missed out due to his self-isolation.

When Lucifer came to the hotel for Charlie, he always made time for you.

At first, when you had still been busy working away at the paintings for the hotel, he had used the excuse that he was just coming over simply to “admire the art.”

Nevermind that he crossed the entire hotel just to look at some paintings, but you never pried him about it. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t waiting in anticipation for his visits.

Sometimes, he would lean against the door frame in silence, watching as your brush glided across the surface of the canvas. He dared not to disturb you while you worked. Too afraid he’d cause you to slip up and place your brush in the wrong spot, ruining your piece.

He never would admit it, but the soft, feather-like strokes you made always seemed to lull him into a state of tranquil bliss.

If he had the opportunity to sit there for hours and watch you paint, he’d probably drift off into a peaceful sleep.

It was ASMR for the King of Hell.

You weren’t always sure whether he was admiring the painting, or you. You were too concentrated on making a leaf of a tree, or the surface of the water just right to trace his gaze.

You’d think with Lucifer being the embodiment of pride and his rank as ruler of the realm, he’d have demanded your attention instantly.

Instead, it was you who usually spoke first. “Are you going to sit down?” You’d tease with a warm smile, greeting him with a bat of your eyelashes as you soaked your brush with fresh paint.

“Of course, I just wanted to see your progress, it’s looks beautiful as always.”

You had hummed a thanks as he strode over to the flat cushion in the middle of the room, and collapsed in it. He had now claimed it as his personal spot ever since he had first used it when you let him use his wings for reference.

Every time he made himself comfortable, he would exhale a large sigh of relief, like he just walked out of a noisy and over-stimulating circus show.

His tolerance for people in general was still pretty dicey, but here, in the quiet corner of the hotel, he could reset his mind.

And with you there? He didn’t feel so lonely. Even in your silence, your presence and the multitude of large paintings leaning against the walls was all he needed to keep his mind from drifting off into darker thoughts.

“Boy, do you work fast. I can’t imagine what Hell would like if you were the one running things.”

“Probably terrible,” You had laughed, “I may be able to create art under time constraints, but the pressure of an entire realm on my shoulders? We’ll let the super-powerful-fallen-angel deal with that.”

“There goes my vacation,” He had sighed dramatically.

Sometimes, he’d catch you humming to an ancient tune, and every time he’d ask you about it.

“What song is this?” He’d ask, genuine interest lacing his voice.

“Innsbruck, ich muss dich lassen”

“I’m not even going to pretend to know what that means”

“ ‘Innsbruck, I must leave thee’ ,” you’d laugh, “It’s a German song and is, you guessed it, from the Renaissance.”

“Oh, right. Germany. Yeah, they were our biggest influx of souls back in the early 1900s,” He replied, “Must’ve been fun people.”

You shook your head at that. Right, ‘Fun’, that was a rather.. surface-level take on what that country had gotten into during that period of time.

“You should tell me more about the Renaissance.” He’d ask with puppy-dog eyes, which always made you set down your brush and turn to him. A content smile spreading across your face.

Your knowledge of such a time always intrigued him, the Renaissance as a whole did. For so long, he had desperately clung onto the hope that some of humanity would go on to create great and beautiful things due to his actions. That his Fall wasn't all for nothing.

Slowly, that hope fizzled out, and Lucifer’s growing delusion that Earth mirrored the sinful realm of Hell in more ways than one plagued his mind.

And then you appeared, passionate about Man’s most beautiful creations. Art, music, long-ago writings of sappy declarations of love in the form of poetry, and times when humanity’s intellectual and innovative nature flourished.

“It was absolutely magnificent,” You’d start, drawing from the depths of your mind all the imagery you could remember from when you were alive, “Filled with all kinds of artistic expression, painters that filled the ceilings of churches with heavenly imagery-“

Lucifer had snorted at that. This era in time had such a romanticized idea of what Heaven and their Creators were like. He pitied their ignorance.

“-and beautiful music. They were known for bringing to life a worldview known as Humanism. It was meant to bring back ancient philosophy — like from the Greeks — to uplift people to participate in the betterment of humanity, and to perpetuate much more virtuous actions. There must be a whole city full of them up there, I can't imagine anyone from that period ending up down here with how protective they were of their moral code.”

He’d always listen attentively in silence as you educated him. Sometimes, he’d even pull out the classic yellow rubber duck toy he held so close to his heart, and begin to fiddle with it as you spoke.

When he worked on them in your room, he’d curate them especially for you.

“Look! This one can refill your palette with the bestest freshest paint!” He’d exclaim as he wiggled it in the air, “And it still quacks!”

Every time, you’d pull up a cushion across the table from him, and rest your chin on your hand as you watched in amusement as he demonstrated his work.

In this instance, he squeezed the sides of the duck and it let out a pathetic Sqeaaooo and a glob of paint slid out of its mouth and plopped right onto the table. It splattered, leaving a few droplets on his pretty white overcoat.

Lucifer was a messy fella, and times like this made you growl quietly and reach for a wet cloth from your cleaning bucket. Hastily trying to rid his clothing of the bright red paint. Your movements across his sleeve made his body tense, and his breath quicken.

For someone who easily flustered you with abrupt acts of affection like the first time you met, Lucifer had the uncanny ability to turn his face as red as his cheek spots when you displayed such care towards him.

“It's still a work in progress.” He’d bashfully assure you every time something like that wouldn’t go as planned.

You’d wish Lucifer displayed such creativity outside of the yellow bath toy, but you promised yourself to help him down that path.

You could only imagine how many ideas this man had stored in that head of his, and you had a feeling you’d get him to wake up eventually. The thought of being there for him — with him, made your cheeks hot.

When it was finally time for him to leave the hotel — sometimes hours later, you’d walk him to the door of your little atelier and he’d turn to you, with that charming smirk and half-lidded look.

“Aren’t you going to say goodbye to Charlie?” You had ask, as he adjusted his hat and coat to depart.

“I already did before I got here,” he replied nonchalantly, as if you two existed in completely different buildings. Nevermind that she was a flight of stairs and a few halls away.

There were no more bold kisses to the limbs from him after your first meeting, to your displeasure. Even thinking about it gave you feelings that tugged painfully at your heartstrings and made you beg internally for more.

You desperately wished for him to softly hold your hand once more, to feel his lips graze your knuckles, to drink in the warmth of his touch.

Instead, he clutched his staff tightly, and dipped his hat to you.

“Until next time, Darling,” his voice, like silk, had echoed as waves of gold surrounded him. In a blink of an eye, you were left alone once more. Your heart pounding just like the first time, and every time after that.

Today, your heart was pounding just as fast. Except there was no Lucifer in sight.

Three days ago, you got a call from a good friend of yours who ran an art studio on the other side of Pentagram City. She realized she had double booked her classes, and had begged you to take over one for them.

“I’ve never taught anyone before…” You had trailed off over the phone, apprehensive to the idea.

“Nonsense! You are so well spoken, and you’re fantastic at this kind of stuff,” She exclaimed, “It’s not that hard, all you have to do is sit there while they trace the model and step in a few times to give them some tips on techniques. They aren’t a beginner class, so they shouldn’t need much instruction. You’re also in charge of guiding the model with the poses, but I already have a sheet that has them all, so you just need to follow along.”

You stood there for a moment, thinking. This was something totally strange to you. What were art classes like in Hell, anyway?

“Oh, AND they are going to be nude. At least partially, we make them cover their um, nether regions. That shouldn’t be a problem for you, right? I mean, you get paid for it so…”

Your friend trailed off, and the line went quiet for a moment as you mind raced. You looked around the now -empty atelier, your paintings finished and hung up around the hotel. You had nothing that was stopping you from doing it, not your skills, your time, or even the fact that the model was going to be exposed. You were in Hell, seeing someone like that was an almost daily occurrence. Telling her no just because of your nerves was a douchy thing to do, and you were far above that.

“Fine.” You conceded.

“YAYY!!” She shrieked in happiness, and you had to yank the phone away from your ear before it could start to bleed.

The next few minutes were her telling you where, when, and what to do. You had listened intently, memorizing her words. You didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself in front of strangers that you were teaching.

After hanging up the phone, had you went downstairs and to the hotel’s lobby to inform Charlie of your new job.

“I’m really sorry if this interferes with me working here, but I just couldn’t leave her hanging.”

“Pffft, it’s fine,” Charlie had waved it off, “You accepting the position as my new interior design manager is more than enough, i’m just glad you’re getting out of your comfort zone like this!”

You sighed a breath of relief. Good, no issues. You were worried she would have said no, and the fact she knows about Lucifer visiting you? Well, you weren’t sure how she was taking that. You never dared to ask, nor did she make any kind of indication her feelings about that.

“What’s it like?” She had asked, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“It’s nothing too bad, I think I might actually like it. I just help them with their techniques on mastering figure drawing by using a model as a reference. My friend says they are still looking for one to pose, so hopefully they find one in the next few days.”

“Interestingggggg” Charlie responded, her eyes holding a mischievous glint to them. You could see the gears turning in her head, but what for, you had no clue. You didn’t ask either.

You had spent the next few days preparing, you even had visited the studio. It was very pretty, and the room you were in was small, but rather homey. You had more confidence with your ability to lead the class now after locating specific areas of importance.

Which lead you to present day. You were hurriedly scrambling around the room, grabbing anything of necessity.

Your eyes jumped to the clock, and a squeak of panic escaped you as the class’ starting time got closer and closer. Finally placing the last pencil in your bag, you raced down the stairs, beelining for the door.

“Where you going in such a rush, Hot Cakes?” Angel Dust called out to you from the bar, Husk next to him as he poured Angel another drink.

“To class, do you know where Charlie or Alastor is?” You questioned them.

A rush of wind tickled your back, and you whipped around to see the Radio Demon himself looming behind you.

“Hello, my friend!” Alastor’s toothy grin on full display.

“I heard you were looking for Charlie, unfortunately she left not too long ago. She said it was something of great importance, and that it could shape the future of the hotel. But do not worry, I am here to assist you!”

You placed your hands together into a praying motion, trying your best to appeal to the demon’s better nature. If he had one.

“Can you pretty, pretty please send me to the Regal Fortune Studio? I’m doing a class there and I need to get there on time.” You begged.

Alastor’s eyes squinted in thought. Before his smile widened more than ever.

“Alright, I suppose so.”

You didn’t get to utter a thank you before the demon snapped his fingers, and dark energy crackled around you. Cold suddenly gripped at your shoulders, and your vision blurred.

You squeezed your eyes shut, unsure of what would happen next.

‘Please don’t kill me, please don’t kill me’

Suddenly, light hit your eyelids and you slowly opened them to see the studio before you, just steps away from the front door.

You exhaled a sigh of relief, before yanking open the door.

The door to the classroom was slightly ajar, and you could hear faint voices inside. Indicating that everyone but you was ready to begin.

You crossed the lobby, ready to pull on the handle of the door, before a slight movement in the corner of your eye caused you to turn your head.

At the far end of the room, you could partially see long, blonde hair sticking out into view. Then, you heard the stranger speak to herself. Quiet grumblings of a feminine voice as they berated themself.

You raised an eyebrow.. could it be?

“Charlie?” You asked slowly.

The stranger squeaked, their hair pulled out of view. You heard a thump against the wall, as though they’ve pressed themselves against it in an attempt to hide.

You slowly tip toed the hallway, before whipping your body around the corner, surprising the mysterious figure.

“Charlie!” You shrieked in surprise at the sight of her, crouched against the wall. Her eyes widened in shock, and she let out a shriek of her own. Her eyes darted around, before she pulled herself up to meet your gaze.

“Oh my gosh heyyyyy, I didn’t expect to see you here!” She mocked innocence.

“Bullshit,” you retorted, “I told you where I was going like three days ago. Why are you really here?”

Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she bit her lip. As if she was deciding whether to tell you the truth, or another lie.

Suddenly, she let go of the breath she held, her shoulders dropping in defeat.

“Okay.. the truth is, when you told me you were hosting an art class I was so thrilled! For you, of course. But then, I thought about how much you and my dad were getting along! Then, I thought about how you guys seemed to have the shared interest of art. So I.. told him about the class?”

“And?” You questioned, irritation lacing your voice. You really did not have time for this.

“And I told him about how you were still looking for a model, and you know how he is. He doesn’t have a problem doing things like that in front of people, and he’s getting better at being around people in general..”

You gripped Charlie by her shoulders when she trailed off again, shaking her.

“Spit it out! What about your dad?!”

“HE AGREED TO BE THE MODEL FOR YOUR CLASS BUT I HAD NO IDEA THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE NUDE UNTIL WE SHOWED UP BUT HE JUST SAID GOODBYE AND WALKED INTO THE BACK ROOM!!”

You stopped dead, your breath caught in your throat. You turned your head slightly, eyeing the classroom door.

“Your dad… is in there… naked?” You finally managed to get the sentence out, your gaze returning to Charlie in a look of disbelief.

This was a joke, right? There was noooo way you were going to walk in there a minute and see Lucifer there. This was just a terrible (-bly good?) dream.

Charlie nodded in defeat, her head hung low.

“I don’t even have the mental strength to go in there. I couldn’t stop him, even if I wanted to. He was dead set on this.”

You rubbed a hand along your face, gathering your thoughts.

“Well, there’s no stopping it now,” You said, rolling your shoulders in preparation, “Guess I have a class to teach.”

“Have fun..?” Charlie smiled innocently at you. Her plan was working, after all.

You shot her a glare before crossing the lobby once more, and pulled open the door. You stepped inside, breath hitched, and gently shut the door behind you.

In front of you, four older women sat behind easels with a blank white canvas attached. If they noticed your arrival, they didn’t show it. Instead, they giggled in the direction of the slightly lifted stage. You couldn’t see who was on the stage, but the familiar voice with giddy amusement told you exactly who it was.

“You’re finally here!” Lucifer called, and you did nothing but stand there for a moment.

Straightening your back, you exhaled a deep breath, and walked forward. Right past the stage. You kept your eyes in front of you, ignoring the golden gaze that trailed your figure.

You positioned yourself between the platform and the women who had finally stopped giggling and whispering to each other, and cleared your throat.

“Hello, everyone. I’m your instructor for today, unfortunately Renee couldn’t be here today. We’ll be going over the usual though, figure drawing with the model present today.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, before opening them with renewed energy.

Slowly, you turned on your heels and pivoted in the direction of the platform. Your eyes widening at the sight.

Before you, on a long, red couch lay the King of Hell. Lucifer Morningstar, in all his glory. Shirtless, with no pants in sight. Thankfully, a thin, barely-hiding-anything sheet covered his waist section.

You met his gaze, a playful smirk etched on his lips. He wiggled his eyebrows at you, gauging for a reaction.

You made sure not to give him one. If he thought he was going a reaction from you in front of all these people, he was wrong.

“Let’s start by doing a quick sketching exercise, take about ten minutes to do your best and draw the model in front of you. Once the timer goes off, we’ll review and go over some techniques, before switching to a much longer pose.”

You clicked the timer, and the faint ticking of its gears cemented you into reality.

“Is that Lucifer?” One of the ladies whispered to her friend a chair over. Her friend shrugged, “I have no idea.. but boy, is he handddssoomee.”

You pressed your lips together, trying to ignore their gossip.

Sitting in the chair farthest from the group, you crossed your arms, your gaze resting on the floor. Was he looking at you right now?

You sat there for a moment, before realizing you couldn’t ignore him forever. He was the model after all. Soon you’d have to be helping him change poses anyway.

You looked up, drinking in the view. He was lazily leaning against the back of the velvet couch,

His hair, with no hat to cover it, stuck to his face messily with sweat. As he adjusted his head, a few strands of curls fell in front of his eyes. His intense stare slightly masked.

Was the room getting hot, or was it just you?

His eyes were locked on you, that stupid smirk still on his face. You sent daggers back to him.

He replied with a wave of his fingers.

You refused to let yours eyes travel any farther than his face, not ready for what kind of images your mind would give you regarding what was underneath the sheet.

“Did you know the Renaissance was pretty famous for constantly expanding its artistic art forms?” A voice smooth as butter filled the silence.

What the hell was he doing?!

“Believe it or not, the naked human was a very big inspiration for many of their paintings. No sheet in sight.”

Some of the women perked up in interest at Lucifer’s words. You couldn’t tell if they were actually interested in what he had to say, or just to hear his voice as it commanded the room’s attention.

“For an era so virtuous,” He teased the last part, reminding you of your discussion days earlier, “They so did love their scandalous marble status.”

He let that sink in, and you rolled your eyes dramatically at him. You couldn’t believe this was how Charlie planned on setting the two of you up.

A candle lit romantic dinner? Nah. A trip to the movies? Boring, apparently.

Were you against the idea of getting closer with the ‘Big Boss of Hell’? Of course not! He made you laugh and was actually interested in your ideas. This was just not how you expected it to go down.

“Keep talking, pretty boy!” One called from behind her easel.

Before he could speak again, the timer shrieked in your palm. You shot up from your seat, clasping your hands together loudly.

You turned your back to Lucifer as you began instructing the class, showing them a few techniques on how to straighten their lines, and how to hold their pencil just the right way that would give them a much thicker line for specific parts of the body.

“Alright, now, we’re going to have the model switch positions.”

Grabbing the paper that held all the different poses, you held it out to him, your finger tapping against the specific one in question. It showed the figure in a front facing view, one hand closed in a fist supported their chin, the other tucked neatly underneath. As if they were listening intently to some hot gossip.

“I’m afraid I can’t see what‘s on the paper. Perhaps, if you come a little closer and show me?

You groaned internally, he was enjoying this too much. You strided over to him. His gaze followed you, his grin only widening as you closed in on where he laid.

“You need to turn facing them,” You commanded the King himself. He pivoted, his body fully facing the group of gawking onlookers. He gave them a wink, and they hid behind their easels, their whispers fast and beathless.

“Now, you have to move your arm.. like this.” You spoke, reaching out one hand. You hesitated for a minute. You’ve never been so.. upfront with like this.

Reaching down, you gently circled your fingers around his wrist. Slowly, you allowed your hand to slip down, reaching his forearm.

His body was hot to the touch, and you felt like melting right then and there. Maybe it was time just to accept defeat, this man was just too good looking.

You felt the muscles of his arms shift, and you halted for a half a second.

Did he just tense?

Maybe you weren’t the only one who could be teased.

You guided his arm forward, and then up. Sliding your fingers, ever so gently, around his knuckles. You squeezed, and his hand enclosed into a fist. You guided it underneath his chin.

“Touchy today, aren’t we?” He spoke quietly to you, his voice dripping with velvet allure as you positioned him as the image on the paper showed.

“You be quiet.” You scolded him, trying your best to bring on your most serious face.

His quiet chuckle in response made you drop the face instantly. It was obvious you were pretty bad at this kind of thing, at least compared to Lucifer.

You grabbed his other arm, and gently tugged it underneath. Letting it lay neatly below him.

Taking a step back, you admired your work.

You were going to return to your seat, before a thought crossed your mind. You took a step forward, closing in on Lucifer again.

“And one more thing…” You started.

Using two fingers, you grazed the bottom of his chin, firmly pressing upward. Instinctually, his head followed the motion. He met your eyes, his gaze intensifying.

“Good boy.” You teased, your voice laced with a hint of sultry satisfaction.

You didn’t miss his pupils dilating into slits and his breath hitching slightly. You just turned on your heels, not giving him a second glance before returning to your seat.

You tilted your head at him slightly, looking at him through your eyelashes. Your lips curling into a provocative smirk as you gripped the timer.

Maybe now this would be an even match.

“Begin.”

Time flew by once more, and this time, Lucifer refused to meet your gaze. Instead, he was purely focused on the easels in front him.

“Tell me, my dear artist,” He began, addressing the demon woman before him. Her eyes widened when she realized he was speaking to her.

“If we were back in the Renaissance, would I make quite the muse?”

“Pardon?” The lady asked timidly, her voice coming out in a whisper.

“How about a statue? Think about that. Tall, Marble-skinned, and… lacking this rather uncomfortable cloth.”

The woman’s face turned bright red. Her mouth opened and closed, her tongue refusing to cooperate. Lucifer knew how to play this game well.

Then, he turned his head to you.

“What about you, stranger? Would you think i’d look good in such a form?”

You crossed your legs, leaning back in your chair.

“If the statue could stay quiet, while the class finished their work. Then, perhaps.”

The angel huffed, averting his gaze. He blew a few strands of hair out of his face, before continuing his blank stare at the wall.

The timer in your palm rang once more. You lifted yourself out of the chair. This was it, the last pose.

You strided back to Lucifer, his smoldering gaze on your figure as you approached.

For this pose, he needed to be off his stomach. You weren’t going to roll him like a log, or go anywhere near his torso. That was too brazen of an act for you to commit to, at least with all the eyes on you. Instead, you squeezed your eyes shut and gripped the white sheet. You tugged with all your might.

With an oomph he rolled along with it, he shoulder blades digging into the cushions as he landed exactly where you wanted.

Before the ladies could get even a glimpse, you hurriedly adjusted the sheet back onto him.

“Impressive, bending the devil himself to your will.” He commented as you continued to adjust his arms.

Ignoring him, you moved onto his legs, positioning them slightly.

“Careful~” He chided.

You said nothing to that either. Once he was in the correct pose, you released him. You glanced at his hair, now messily covering his face.

You reached forward and, splaying your fingers, pushed his hair back behind his head. You let your nails softly graze his scalp before you tugged them free.

“Sorry, can’t have your curls covering your face for the girls back there.”

“I bet they wished they were in your position,” Lucifer hummed “Few rarely are.”

You chuckled softly, “Please, the view looks better from back there.”

He let out an audible “Ha!” as the words left your lips and you turned away from him once more. You knew that must’ve stung, sending a blow to the prideful king’s ego.

Thirty minutes went by as you sat there, you spent more time examining your hands than meeting the gaze of the angel across the room.

This had turned into quite an eventful class, you couldn’t lie. You also didn’t expect such a shameless attitude from Lucifer, he was much more timid back in your painting room. Perhaps there was a side of him you still had yet to meet.

To be honest, sitting here, watching the clock tick by, you were pretty surprised this man had managed to stay near-perfectly still these past few hours.

Another thirty, and the timer rang its last chime. You had been positioned behind the drawing ladies, giving them critiques on their work.

You ignored the fact it was Lucifer you kept staring at on their canvas, instead simply regarding it as charcoal lines in need of straightening.

You wished them farewell at the doorway as they left. You hoped they had at least a pleasant time, since they’d have at least a good story to tell to their girlfriends over the phone.

Shutting the door with a soft thud, you sat there for a moment before your shoulders dropped in exhaustion. You honestly weren’t used to that kind of atmosphere, since your work consisted of you alone in a quiet room all day.

Taking a few steps backwards farther into the room, your gaze landing on the couch atop the platform. It was empty. Your eyes widened, did Lucifer just leave you here?

You rushed out of the classroom and strode into the lobby, searching for any signs of him.

“Wow, that little sneaky piece of-”

“I’m right here.” Came a familiar voice behind you.

You jumped, whipping around to find Lucifer dressed fully. Hat and all. Now this is what you were used to. Crossing your arms, you raised an eyebrow.

“What was that back there?” You motioned to the room behind you.

“My daughter invited me to look good in front of people and I did an outstanding job, as usual.”

“As the model? You couldn’t have just used your position as King to get a spot behind the easel instead?”

Lucifer grinned widely, leaning back against the wall. Could this have been his plan, and not Charlie’s? Now you weren’t so sure.

“Unfortunately, not many of us have a skill as perfected as yours with a brush.”

You accepted that praise. You had worked hard for it.

“And, not many people have as great of a photogenic face as me. So, we’re square.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you walked away. Lucifer kept pace as you both exited the studio, heading toward the curb.

“That reminds me,” Lucifer halted, reaching into his pocket to fish for something.

You stopped beside him, the mystery item in his coat pocket piquing your interest.

“I fixed it!” He held the the paint-vomiting rubber duck out to you, wiggling it in delight.

“You did?”

“That’s right. This bad boy can now pop out six different colors, you just have to pull its beak.”

“That actually really cool,” You laughed, taking the rubber toy from him. You turned it in your hands, maybe later you’d pretty it up with some fresh paint.

You looked up at him again, his golden eyes shimmering from the bright neon backdrop. You have much more to say to him, but your thoughts were jumbled from the day. There was one, though.

“You know, next time you should just ask.” You gripped the duck firmly in the palm of your hand, lowering your arm.

“Ask what?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Luci. You’re telling me you hijacked my class because you had a change in career choice?”

His smile turned playful again, and he pivoted to face you, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Maybe, maybe not. That depends if i’ll be seeing you next week?” His eyes met yours with a questioning stare.

You gave him a warm-hearting smile, nodding your head.

“As always.”

His smile widened, and with a tap of his staff. Golden waves cascaded around you. It wasn’t cold, like Alastors. Instead, it was warm and relieving, like face planting into your pillows after an exhausting day.

As your vision began to obscure, you saw his face peak into the cascades of light, his hand reaching forward.

“I almost forgot.” His voice echoed, distorted by the magic as it circled them.

His hand enclosed around your own, and planted a kiss right onto your wrist. His lips lingered for a moment, as did his grip around your hand, as if your time together was too fleeting to let go.

You promised silently it wasn’t.

The light rushed over you suddenly, and you had to squeeze your eyes shut to keep from being blinded. Lucifer’s touch vanishing with your sight.

Feeling your feet planting on solid ground, your eyes widened to familiar surroundings of the hotel lobby. You were home, and Lucifer was no where in sight.

“Hey, Hot Cakes!” Angel Dust called, still seated in the same spot at the bar, “How’d it go?”

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Until You - Part Two

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

charles leclerc x female pop singer!reader x oscar piastri f1 smau with intermittent scenes fc: none it's a mix of taylor swift, sabrina carpenter, and random pinterest ladies. {voice claim is adele}

Summary: he drives vroom vrooms, she sings soulful tunes. there's no way in hell this is gonna work, right? Warnings: language, implied smut (18+ only), oscar is a simp, lando is a horrible wingman, reader is a fangirl

Y/n set her phone aside and laughed as Leo jumped over onto her, headbutting her chin then licking it while she rubbed him. Charles stretched out, gently pulling the dog from her face.

"He's a bit insane," he apologized, rolling his eyes when Leo immediately scampered back to tuck his head under her chin.

"If he keeps loving on me like this I might smuggle him out," she teased, smiling as Charles laughed.

"You'd steal my dog?" he asked, clicking his tongue. Leo's ears perked up and y/n gasped as she was abandoned. Charles cooed at the puppy, cuddling him close.

"Not steal. Borrow." Reaching over, she smoothed her hand over the pup's back, not really surprised when he suddenly flopped onto his side, yawning with a squeak.

"You can babysit?" Charles offered, looking up at her with a smile.

"Hm… I don't know. What's the pay rate?" Watching as Leo nestled his head against Charles' shoulder, eyes drooping.

"My undying thanks, Leo's devotion… Paddock passes?" He leaned his head back. "A kiss?"

She blushed, thinking of the unexpected but very welcome kiss they'd shared on a dark street while walking Leo. The sweetness and tenderness had been sorely needed. Sighing, though, she shook her head. "I don't even get a Ferrari? I'll pass."

His chuckle was, like his company had been all evening, warm and soothing. "You don't have one already?"

"If I'm in New York or London my assistant arranges for a driver. And it's pointless having one in LA. I have a Mercedes but I rarely… Actually, I don't. That was his." She shrugged, impulsively scooping Leo up and settling him against her chest. He squirmed a little then relaxed and she sighed, knowing Charles understood her need for puppy snuggles.

The room was silent for a moment, Charles shifting so was next to her. "Why did you cry for yourself at the show, chérie?"

"I was stupid," she whispered. "I fell for everything he said. When I met him the first time people told me he was bad news but I just thought they were jealous, and when I told him he said they were crazy. And I believed it. By the time I realized they were right it was too late."

"That doesn't make you stupid. You were young when you met, yes?" he asked gently.

"Twenty-one."

"Exactly. So you weren't stupid, chérie. You were naïve."

"Perfect prey for a guy like him," she sighed. "I thought I was living my childhood dream because not only was I a singer, I was dating my childhood crush."

"He was your crush?" Charles made a face.

"I was like ten when his stupid Baby song came out," she defended.

"Ah, we were all stupid at that age." He nodded.

"I just…" She sighed, pressing her face into Leo's fur for a few seconds. When she lifted her head she stared straight ahead. "I feel like he played a colossal joke on me. He said all the right things at first and when he showed his true side I was too in love to want to give up on us."

Charles's hand slid over hers. He sat up, his expression concerned. "Did he…"

"Not physically," she murmured, answering the question he asked with his eyes. "He wounded with words. When I got excited about a new song I was working on he always downplayed it, you know? I got the opportunity to perform Your Song this year at the Grammy's—"

"It was beautiful," he said. "You said you would play it all the time as a child."

"And he—" She blinked in surprise. "You remember that?"

"It was during the lockdowns, no? The video of you playing and singing it at home went viral. I watched it a lot while I was learning piano."

"Wait." She laughed, shocked. "You watched me while you taught yourself piano?"

"Because I saw the video and you said you were self taught." His smile was almost bashful. "It was one of the first pieces I learned to play."

"But you've never played it publicly."

He shrugged. "It belongs to you."

"It belongs to Elton, I just borrowed it." She looked across the room, through the doorway where she could just see his grand piano. "Will you play for me?"

Charles protested weakly. "Chérie, I'm still not as good as you—"

"Please?" she murmured.

He sighed, looking at her for a moment. Then, sighing again, he nodded. She smiled, gently transferring Leo to the sofa and getting to her feet. Charles led her through to the piano, and she looked around the room, taking in the décor and noting that he had recording equipment in the corner.

"It won't disturb the neighbors will it?" she asked, joining him on the piano bench.

"No, they never complain when I play." He lifted the cover and let out a breath. "I feel like I am back in school doing reviews."

She giggled. "I promise not to grade you harshly."

He ran his fingers lightly over the keys, and as soon as he began to play she felt him relax. She couldn't help but hum along softly. He glanced at her, smiling, and she drew in a breath when he gave her a nod. "I am playing, you should sing," he said, tipping his head. "Please."

"The last verse," she agreed, turning on the bench so she faced him. Waiting for his nod, she admired his side profile and the focus with which he played, already aware that music was a passion of his. She began to sing, watching him, blinking and then finding him looking at her as she sang the line I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue and oh, they were both blue and green and she scooted back a little when she felt herself starting to fall into them. When his playing softened she softened her voice, watching his eyes light with something akin to admiration.

"Oh… I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind… That I put down in words… How wonderful… Life is… While you're in the world…"

She wasn't sure if he leaned in or if she did, or if they did it at the same time. But the music seemed to echo around them as their lips met, stealing her breath and drawing her closer to him. It seemed so natural to be kissing him again, and when he stopped playing abruptly and his hands cradled her cheeks she finally let herself touch him, tentatively resting her hand on the side of his neck.

"Y/n," he moaned, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against hers.

"We shouldn't," she whispered.

"I know," he agreed.

His breath caressed her lips and she shivered. "People will talk."

"Do you care?" he whispered.

"No, but…" She stared into his eyes, both hands sliding to cup the back of his neck. "Please just… I can't let myself fall for you, Charles. I can't get played again."

"I don't play," he murmured, tracing her cheek with his knuckles.

"How can I know that you're not full of tricks and unkept promises?" she asked, pulling away. His fingers trailed down to her chin and she felt a twinge of regret when she heard his sigh.

"You can't ever know, can you?" He lightly plinked the piano keys.

"I guess not." Pulling one foot up onto the bench, she rested her chin on her knee. She watched his hand move over the keys, unintentionally humming. "Play that again?"

He did, shifting to give her room when she reached to add a few chords.

"Take a bow… To the crowd… The joke's on me," she sang gently.

Charles hummed, nodding as they played through it again. And, apparently realizing what she was doing, he stood and left the room, coming back a moment later with her phone and his iPad. "Do you need pen and paper?"

"No, my phone's good, thank you."

He sat next to her, and when he shifted she realized Leo was tucked in the pocket of his hoodie. "Would you prefer I leave?"

She shook her head, opening her phone's camera and starting a video. "I need your input and help."

He scoffed at that, bending to place Leo in the soft dog bed beneath the piano. "You're the professional, mon couer."

"See, you say things like my heart and say you don't play," she teased, actually laughing when he bumped her shoulder with his.

"It's how I speak, amour."

"I'll believe that when you talk to Max or Lewis and call them your heart," she snorted.

"You have a point," he conceded with a sigh. "But I do not play."

"Only the piano, right?" she asked, ending the video and starting a new one.

"Only the piano, yes." He leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "Shall I play for you, mon couer?"

"Please? While I work on lyrics."

He kept calling her the professional but his input was better than from some who'd been in the industry for decades. And she knew it was because music for him wasn't a career, it was an outlet. He played and composed with emotion, not with a care for how much money it would make him.

"Again?" he asked an hour later.

Taking a sip of the tea he'd brewed for them, she nodded. "I think we've got it, Charles."

"Will you record it?" He took his place in front of the piano while she stretched.

"Yeah, video's going," she told him.

"I mean to publish."

"Oh. I guess? My manager can handle the rights and crediting and royalties for you."

He shrugged. "I don't need the royalties, mon couer."

"Would you record it with me?" she asked once they'd played through the entire song fully.

"You would want me?" He sounded surprised and she turned to him, ending the video and immediately emailing it to herself.

"Of course. It's your song too. Your melody. I'd love to be in the studio with you." Thinking of how busy he would be for the rest of the season, she locked her phone. "I'm sure we can find a studio nearby for us to use before I leave."

He chuckled. "You find one, amour, and I will be there."

"Thank you," she whispered, hugging him. His arms wound around her and she closed her eyes, letting herself enjoy the warmth and gentleness of his embrace. They both began to pull away at the same time, both freezing when his cheek brushed hers.

She was well aware it could be a big mistake, that she had once again fallen for the right words, and she would be left alone and cold once more. But she turned her head slightly, barely brushing his lips with hers. His arms tightened as he caught her in a gentle kiss and it felt different and she couldn't begin to explain how. Last time there had been the element of danger, the excitement and the butterflies and fireworks. But Charles…

He guided her to her feet, somehow keeping his lips on hers. He didn't pull her with him from the room, his hands at her waist keeping her steady.

It was warmth and safety. Exciting, yes, but calming at the same time. He wasn't an ice cold energy drink that would leave her buzzing and her heart racing. He was a cup of hot tea on a cold winter's day. His gentle touch soothed her even as it aroused her. When he sat on the foot of his bed she hesitated only a second before straddling his thighs, kneeling over him.

"Do you want music, chérie?" he whispered, leaning back slightly.

"Don't need it," she promised, shivering as his hands slipped under the shirt he'd loaned her, his fingers caressing and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Candles?" He grunted and chuckled when she lightly shoved his shoulders. Lying back, he stared up at her, humming through a sigh while one hand left her skin, reaching to stroke the curve of her jaw. "He didn't deserve you."

"Is this where I say 'no one does'?" she murmured, leaning over him. "Or do I say maybe you do?"

"Don't blow up my ego," he whispered, sitting up to meet her in another kiss.

YN laughed while she signed the CD, nodding when one of the mechanics asked if she would sign something for his niece. Ynbff was already on it, pulling a copy of the CD from her bag and YN signed it for him, handing it over with a smile then spending a few moments to take pictures. They then decided to walk along, mainly so yn could work off some of her nervous energy.

Pete stayed close as they walked along in front of the garages. YN walked slowly, breathing in the scent of the sea mixed with the aroma of fuel and rubber. Taking a few photos, she couldn't keep the smile from her face as drivers walked up to introduce themselves. As they neared the McLaren garage she snapped a photo of the car, stopping long enough to post it to her story.

ynyln has added to their story

"YN," Ellie hissed.

She jerked her head up, eyes widening at the sight of Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri standing with her assistant. "Shit, sorry," she mumbled, stepping forward. "Hi."

"Found your way to us at last?" Lando teased, an easy grin on his face once the introductions had been made.

"Wild horses couldn't keep me away."

Oscar snorted, grinning. "Heh, nice one."

"Thanks." Smiling up at him, she missed the knowing look on Lando's face as he looked between them.

"Oh this is mint – Catch ya later yeah? Media," he said, moving to shake YN's hand then turning to ynbff. "You said you wanted a drink, right? Follow me – you don't mind right YN? Perfect."

YN blinked as he easily swept her friend away, leaving her alone with Oscar. And Pete, but he was chatting with a couple of the mechanics. Turning to smile at her favorite driver, she cleared her throat. "You're doing great this season so far," she said.

"You think so?"

"Well yeah. You're already ahead in points as opposed to last year at this time. I know you've had a couple less than stellar races this season, but you're consistently top five and you had fasted laps a few weeks ago at Miami. You'll get a podium soon I know, and you're definitely good enough to get your first win." Realizing she was starting one of her rambles, she felt her cheeks grow warm and pressed her lips together. "I'm not biased, honestly. Just because you're my favorite driver—"

"I'm your favorite driver?" he asked softly.

She was sure she imagined the hint of wonder in his voice. "Well… Yeah."

He grinned and she was momentarily dazzled. "I'm honored."

"You're young and passionate, and more importantly, you're good. I've seen people brush you off because you don't have an outlandish personality but I think it's a benefit to you. If you steadily cry for attention people won't be surprised when you earn it."

As she talked she moved, and she didn't realize they were walking together until they reached the barrier. He leaned against it, continuing to tell her about his late night drive of the circuit as soon as he'd arrived in Monaco.

mclaren

liked by charles_leclrec, ybffn, oscarpiastri, landonorris, and others mclaren: We think we've discovered ynyln's favorite driver 👀 What are you talking about, oscarpiastri?? scuderiaferrari: please return our guest 😤 mclaren: no 😌 landonorris: you mean I'm not the favorite?????? user5: stop this is so cute!! user9: her face tho. same, yn, same user4: the way he's smiling omg

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liked by mclaren, ybffn, oscarpiastri, landonorris, and others ynyln: it was completely accidental that I found myself near the McLaren garage, and this lovely guy from Australia was kind enough to tell me how I got lost then escorted me back to Ferrari. Undying thanks to oscarpiastri, otherwise I'd still be wandering the streets of Monaco. (Ferrari's jokingly(?) threatened to lock me in hospitality for the rest of the weekend) mclaren: blink twice if you need rescuing oscarpiastri: always happy to help out 😊 (liked by author) user4: oh no he has no rizz 😩 user5: ugh this is so flipping cute user2: he's blushing!!!! AGH

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liked by charles_leclrec, mclaren, oscarpiastri, landonorris, and others ynyln: an amazing day. I'm in awe at all the work and dedication that goes into the vroom vrooms. Thank you so much scuderiaferrari, charles_leclerc, carlossainz55, f1! (Now to crash because I'm waking up at 5am) scuderiaferrari: ❤️❤️❤️ charles_leclerc: it is already an honor. This week is going to be incredible! ynyln: c'est déjà incroyable user2: oop user3: "an honor" sir she stayed at ur house last night oscarpiastri: 5am?? Do you hate yourself? ynyln: sometimes but this is for TOP SECRET RECORDING oscarpiastri: Is it top secret because it's top secret or because you're doing it so early? oscarpiastri: also please don't hate yourself ynyln: it's a human weakness I'm afraid. And it's top secret because I haven't told the label I'm working on new songs already. But I promise to work on my self esteem oscarpiastri: I can't wait to hear them. ynyln: if I don't pass out I'll drop by mclaren's garage and give you an early access listen oscarpiastri: you can pass out at our garage (liked by author) user4: maybe he does have rizz mclaren: we can kick lando out of his room if you need a nap tomorrow, YN (liked by author and oscarpiastri) landonorris: no?? mclaren: changing the access code now ynyln: I watched the hub tour, can I take oscar's room? (liked by oscarpiastri) mclaren: done oscarpiastri: wait user8: hey scuderiaferrari, mclaren's tryna steal your girl scuderiaferrari: she'll have extra security tomorrow

"OSCAR!"

Oscar jerked, nearly hitting his head on the underside of the shelf, as Lando burst into his room. "Jesus Christ, mate," he groaned, backing out and turning to look at his teammate. "What?"

"Are you fixing the room up for YN?" Lando waggled his eyebrows as he looked around.

"Oh fuck off," he muttered, going back to plug in his laptop. "How are you this energetic so early?"

"Early?" Lando scoffed, flopping onto the couch. "It's almost noon. We've got the thing in forty-five minutes—"

"And you have nothing better to do than annoy me?" Oscar asked, kicking Lando's feet off the couch before sitting down to open his laptop.

"No? But also I'm here to offer my services."

With a heavy sigh, Oscar closed his laptop and set it aside. "What are you talking about?"

"You and YN."

Oscar just stared at him. "There's no and."

Lando waved one hand. "I saw the pictures, mate. Did you see the pictures?"

"Pretty sure I did? What the fuck are you talking about?"

Sitting up, Lando whipped out his phone and opened his photo album. "One perk to being so nice is the social media admin sends me any pics I ask him to." Swiping through, he pulled up one and turned his phone so Oscar could see. "Exhibit A."

It was the same photo posted to the official mclaren account. The one of he and YN chatting at the barricade. "It's two people talking."

"That's not the point – It's the looking," Lando pushed the phone closer to him. "Until I saw this I didn't really understand the heart eyes for days meme but now? Osc, mate, she's into you."

He let out a humorless chuckle. "And you call me a muppet. No she's not."

"What were you talking about that had her smiling like that?" Lando swiped to another photo.

"I dunno." About home. Not a house, but the feeling of belonging. And how important music was in destroying barriers of language and lifestyles. He could have talked to her for hours, could have listened to her talk about what she used to escape her demons for days. "I think music."

"And here?"

Oscar kept his face blank, as though he wasn't staring at himself blushing and giggling over what YN had said.

"I know you care but sometimes your whole attitude is literally 'I don't give a fuck about this' in interviews and I gotta say: same."

"Ah… Media I think." He cleared his throat and got to his feet.

"Mate, it's alright to like her."

No it wasn't. "It's not like that."

"Right so you telling her the view from the dog's head is enchanting was just small talk?"

Lando was not going to let this go. "She saw my video of my hike and asked about it."

"And?" Lando threw up his hands when Oscar just looked at him. "That was your cue to say oh it's lovely, why don't we go together one morning!"

"Er… No, I'd never say something like that." Oscar shook his head. Not to mention she was tangled up with Charles...

"That's the problem—" Lando cut off when the door opened. One of the PR team popped her head in.

"Hi Oscar, you've got a visitor. She said you're expecting her so I'll bring her up?"

"Uh… Sure?" Oscar winced as his voice cracked on the word, dragging his hands over his face as the door clicked shut.

"Who's coming to see you?" Lando asked suspiciously, helping himself to one of the drinks from the fridge.

"I don't have a clue," he sighed.

"Maybe it's YN. She promised to drop by so you can hear her new music right?"

"Are you constantly reading comments?" Oscar muttered. "Yeah she did but I doubt she'd come straight—" He gulped when there was a knock at the door.

"Oh this is gonna be great," Lando giggled, taking a sip of his energy drink as he went to open the door. "Well hello! We were just talking about you."

It was her, because of course it was, she wasn't the type to make even the vaguest of promises then not fulfill them, and she was in his private room, smiling and bubbly as she greeted him and Lando, and—

Lando. Fuck's sake it would take an act of god to get him to leave the room now.

"All good I hope," YN said with a little laugh.

"Only the best," Lando promised. "Osc can't shut up about you."

"Shut up," Oscar groaned, drowned out by YN's giggle.

"I think it's so cute that you call him Osc. My assistant – ybffn? She calls him Pastry Boy."

Lando's eyes went wide, and Oscar groaned again when his friend burst into high-pitched laughter. "No but it fits! He does love a good pastry!"

YN swiveled her eyes to him and he felt his stomach twist. "Do you?"

"Oh god, yeah. My trainer hates it because I can't say no to a good pastry." He rubbed the back of his neck, wondering why his palms felt sweaty.

"Yeah I'm with you there. We went incognito in Paris just so I could buy and eat every pastry I wanted." She sighed happily at the memory.

"You can still go incognito?" he asked, surprised.

"Sometimes. Luckily no one knew which hotel I was staying at so we were able to sneak out without being noticed. And Pete was with us. When he's in jeans and a hoodie nobody pays attention to him. Plus it was raining so I was able to keep my hood up."

"What's your favorite pastry?" Lando asked casually.

"That's like asking a mother which child is her favorite…" YN scrunched her face and sighed. "Pain au chcocolate."

"Perfect choice, that's the best," Oscar said with a nod.

"Isn't it? I love pastry and chocolate, it's—"

"The best of both worlds," he finished with her.

"Yes!" She grinned and the twist in his stomach loosened, unleashing a swarm of butterflies.

"Oh this is so beautiful," Lando murmured, yelping when Oscar elbowed him in the ribs.

"Did you get to the studio?" he asked her.

"Yes." She practically glowed, shrugging off her backpack. Motioning for her to sit, he stumbled when Lando pushed him towards the couch. "I got two tracks down and a couple rough demos—" She pulled out a tablet, shoving her backpack to her other side as Oscar sat next to her.

Lando huffed and took the chair. "Oh!" he blurted, his expression innocent. "Did you want me to leave? I don't wanna ruin a private listening party."

"No it's fine." She flashed him a smile then turned her attention to the tablet. "The first one is just a demo. I'm not that great on guitar and it was last minute, so…"

Oscar listened as she rambled on about how she'd been inspired for the one and the second was a last minute burst she'd cranked out with just herself and the guitar. "Anyways," she said with a small shrug, handing the tablet to Oscar. "Just hit play."

He did, and was met with a strumming guitar. Then her voice, and he marveled at her ability to sing so beautifully so early in the morning. He glanced at her, saw she'd pulled her knees up and was nodding her head to the beat. I was enchanted to meet you. Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you...

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[caption: got lost at the mclaren hub oops]

YN smiled as she posted the story and locked her phone, picking up her cup to finish her coffee. She'd been hanging out with them for nearly two hours. Well, with Oscar. Lando had been in and out, giggling and giving Oscar knowing looks. "I should really get going."

Lando nodded, smiling. "Glad you liked the transition. If you ever want…"

Laughing, she patted his shoulder. "As soon as I'm ready to do a remix album I'll call you."

"Perfect." He nudged Oscar and tipped his head.

Confused, because she could tell Lando was trying to silently tell his friend something, she got her backpack and picked up her paddock pass. "I can see—"

"I'll walk you out," Oscar blurted, already on his feet.

"Thanks." Waving goodbye to Lando, she headed out of the room, smiling her thanks when Oscar opened the door for her.

"He's a bit mental, but he's alright," he said as they walked along to the stairs.

"Lando? My grandma would say he's hyper." YN headed down the stairs, stopping at the bottom to loop her pass over her neck.

"She'd be right," he chuckled.

She felt him tugging on her backpack and glanced over her shoulder to see him zipping the front compartments.

"Don't want you losing anything," he said. His cheeks tinged pink and she almost giggled.

"Thanks. Did you get a hike in this morning?" she asked once they were walking across the hub towards the exit.

"No, I did work in the gym. Did – Oh right you were at the studio."

"I'm gonna try to go tomorrow," she said. She wondered if Charles would want to join her.

"Do…" He cleared his throat, stopping just before they got to the doors.

"Hm?" She turned to face him.

"Would you, um…" His cheeks darkened and he ran a hand through his hair. "Christ, I'm bad at this."

Realizing what he was trying to say, she gave him a soft smile. "Do you want to come with me on the hike in the morning?"

He nearly sagged with relief. "I-if you want company, yeah."

"I'd love to." Taking out her phone, she unlocked it and handed it to him so he could give her his number. "I'll text you so you'll have me – What time did you want to head out?"

"Whenever you'd like. I don't have anything until afternoon." He handed her phone back with a smile.

Making sure to save him, she sent him a quick text - 👋🏻 – and leaned to kiss his cheek. "Text me later and we can make plans."

"Yeah, alright," he agreed.

"I'll see you in the morning, Oscar. Thanks for everything," she said, rolling her eyes when Pete appeared at her side. Exchanging farewells with Oscar, she held onto her phone as she left, glancing back to see Oscar watching her through the window. Used to Pete's surly silence, she didn't talk on the way back to the Ferrari hospitality center, unconsciously chewing on her lip as she thought over the day.

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sdmnpact · 4 months ago

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Late Night Antics.

wroetoshaw x reader fluff, suggestive

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You were laying in your boyfriend's bed scrolling through your Instagram feed. Nothing new, nothing entertaining. It was quite late already and you were waiting for Harry to finish playing Among us with the boys. You always loved watching him play because he was always got so passionate about it. You loved listening to his cute laugh whenever they caught someone in the act or even his frustration when he gets voted out for no reason. You were bored right now though because he was the first to die so this whole time was just him as a ghost.

"Alright boys, I'll talk to you tomorrow." He said as he left the call, taking out his earphones. "All done baby?" You asked as he stood up to stretch. You watched as he stretched his arms flexing his muscles and you couldn't help but stare at them.

"What." He smiled giving a breathy little laugh. "Nothing just admiring your beauty." You giggled. He walked over to the bed and tackled you lightly wrapping his arms around you. He began kissing your face all over making you laugh. You cupped his cheeks making him stop and took in his features. His soft clear eyes staring into yours, his messy blonde hair falling slightly over his forehead. You loved this man so much and you knew he deeply loved you. It was a sweet moment, the warmth of being in each others company. Just you two and no one else.

"Are you tired yet?" He asked as he began standing up. You felt sadden by the loss of his warmth.

"Not really, why?"

"Me neither, maybe we can do something like watch netflix?"

"Nah I don't wanna watch anything... how about we bake?"

"Bake? It's 2:23!" Harry shriek. You gave him your famous puppy dog eyes that you know he can't resist.

"Okay fine." He gave in going back to the bed to hug you.

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You two made your way towards the kitchen in Harry's flat. It was small but big enough for two people. You aren't the best baker but you do enjoy it from time to time. You had previously bought supplies and ingredients so they could stay in his flat on the whim that you decided to bake something. Sometimes it's almost like you live with him. You two have been dating for about three years now so you're very comfortable with each other, spending most of your days at either your place or his.

You took out all the ingredients to make homemade cookies. You didn't know how to make many recipes but you knew how to make your favorite cookies. Everyone always raved about them and you know Harry absolutely loves them. He doesn't really enjoy cooking but he loves spending time with you, so much so that he even bought matching aprons for when you decide to spontaneously bake something like tonight. You watched as he took the aprons from the rack, walking over to you and putting it around your neck. You looked up at him with a goofy little smile on his face as he went around you to tie the apron. Not too tight but just enough for it to fit snuggly on your waist.

He put his on, tying it on his own. You put your hair up in a pony tail and Harry took this opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist. You put your hands on his as he squeezed you from behind. "You know I adore you, right?" he said in a deep voice giving you goosebumps at the vibration running though your body.

You turned around to face him wrapping your arms around his neck giving him a soft kiss. "I know." you said kissing his lips again. He wanted to continue but you pulled away leaving a small frown on his face.

"First we bake!" You said excitedly going over to the sink to wash your hands. He came over and began washing his as well giving you a little hip bump. You scoff in playful annoyance as you bumped him back harder causing him to stumble back a bit. He looked at you faking a hurt expression splashing some water in your face. You gasped as the semi cold water droplets hit your face. You soaked your hands then placed them on both sides of his face making him wince at the cold touch.

"Okay okay, truce." He let out a breathy laugh. You nodded as you began drying your hands on the hand towel. "Okay so first we mix the wet ingredients and dry ingredients separately." You began listing off directions as he gave all his attention to you, staring at you lovingly.

You two got to work making the dough. Harry managed to drop a couple of eggs, and you two ended up covered in flour, but other than that, things ended up quite successful. Harry watched intensely as you rolled the dough out. You seemed so concentrated in what you were doing that you didn't notice him pull out his phone and snap a few pictures of you.

"Harry stop!!" You whined as you didn't feel your prettiest at the moment.

"Aw don't worry baby, you look adorable, I want to save this memory." He smiled snapping a million more photos. "Okay, well what if I want to remember this moment of you standing there not helping?" You snickered as you began pulling out your phone. He took your phone from you and held both of them, aiming both cameras towards you.

"What now?" He said with a smug look on his face. You frowned but walked over to him kissing his lips then his jaw, leading down to his neck. He let out a soft moan as you left small kisses all over his neck taking this moment to snag your phone back.

"What! That's not fair."

"Life's not fair." You giggled, taking pictures of him. He tried reaching, but you placed your phone in the air as if he wasn't taller than you and was unable to reach it.

"Oh so we're playing that game." He quickly grabbed your waist, making you yelp at the sudden touch and placed you onto the counter. He stood between both of your legs causing you to wrap them around him. With one hand on your waist, he used the other to hold your jaw. He began kissing your neck like you had done to him earlier. His kisses were rougher, more hungry that your soft ones. You let out a moan and he began sucking on your neck causing you to melt at the sense of his warm mouth on your skin.

He hands now exploring your body while your hands made their way towards his hair, tugging on it lightly allowing a soft moan to escape his lips.

Suddenly you pushed him away.

"Not yet." You said once again leaving him with a yearn for more of you and your body.

You placed the now shaped cookies in the oven and waited for them to bake. Harry made his advances as the two of you waited but each time you rejected him causing him to whine while you just laughed.

Finally the ding of the oven and the smell of freshly baked cookies filled the room. You carefully took them out and placed them on the cooling rack. Harry helped you transfer the cookies from the rack to the plate after they cooled down a bit.

You both grabbed a cookie and took a big bite finally being able to indulge in the sweet creation you two were brewing up for the last hour. "Oh my god." Harry said as he took another bite. "They're incredible, all thanks to me." He chuckled as you shot him a glare. "Okay, mostly you but they seriously are amazing." You smiled in content as you watched your boyfriend scarf down two more cookies.

You wrapped your hands around his waist, giving him a peck on his lips, the sweetness of the cookies still lingering.

"Now."

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A/n

Sorry for the spam of imagines. I used to have a miniminter imagines book and they were so much fun to write. Pls lmk if you have any ideas for one, my chat's always open! And as always I hope you enjoyed!!

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kjupchurch-xx · 9 months ago

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Intoxicated

March 16th, 2009

Today was my 21st birthday. My friend had set me up on a blind date with an actor, but didn't tell me who. She figured this would be the perfect scenario considering the hell I'd went through last Summer with a guy that was probably the biggest piece of shit on the planet. I haven't dated or been intimate with anyone since then, nor did I really have any interest in being.

I looked over at her, "What is this guy even like?" I asked, finishing up curling my hair.

She smiled, "He's tall, he's nice, he's super sexy and he's not American, if that gives you any hints."

I shrugged as I sat my curling iron down, starting to put my eyeliner on, "It doesn't. But I mean, is this even someone I'd be remotely interested in?" I asked her, giving her a questioning look.

She chuckled, "I'm positive you'll be thanking me by the end of the night."

I rolled my eyes, "So he's an actor?"

She nodded, bringing me a pair of ripped bell bottom jeans, "Yes. A very talented actor."

I quickly changed into the jeans, "Is he anyone I know?"

She walked to my living room, grabbing my keys to bring me, "Ummm... He's in that movie we watched when we were teenagers. I think it's called Swordfish or something like that."

I gave her a questioning look, "Did you set me up with John Travolta?"

She covered her mouth laughing, "You'll just have to wait and see. I'm not telling you anything!"

She probably set me up with one of the extras, someone I most likely wouldn't even remember ever being in the movie. She knows I hate surprises, but I appreciate her for trying, even though the last blind date she set me up on was a complete and total dud.

She clapped her hands at me, "Go! You were supposed to leave 5 minutes ago! He's going to meet you at RH Rooftop." She yelled.

I grabbed my phone, made sure I had my keys and looked at her before heading out the door to our apartment, "I swear, if this is another dud, I'm going to kill you."

She rolled her eyes, "I promise, it's not a dud. Just go."

I rolled my eyes, closing the door behind me as I made my way down the hall, towards the elevator, then to my car in the parking garage. While making the drive to the restaurant, I'll tell you a bit about myself... I'm a Southern Belle, originally from South Carolina. I moved to NYC after obtaining a degree in journalism. I didn't have many opportunities in my small town, so I decided to move to a bigger city in hopes of pursuing a career as a reporter. I've been serving as an intern for a local publishing company, which has gone well for the most part.

Callie and I are roommates. She also moved here for journalism, but moved here from Arizona. We met while working part-time at a coffee cafe and became roommates since the cost of living in NYC is astronomically high. She took a different career path, as a model which caused her to meet many different celebrities.She'd tried getting me into modeling with her, but it wasn't my thing. We shared a dog, Harley, who was a beautiful French Bulldog, that was treated as if he were our love child.

As I arrived and finally found parking for RH Rooftop, I realized I was 10 minutes late. I quickly turned my car off and sprinted towards the entrance. I don't even know who I'm looking for or how to spot this dude. I approached the hostess stand, looking nervous as I skimmed the crowd of dinners wondering who Callie had set me up with.

The hostess noticed me, "May I help you with something?" She asked kindly.

I nodded, "Ummm... I"m here with a guy, but I'm unsure of where he's sitting. He's not American and is very tall. He's also an actor." I stammered, knowing I must sound insane.

She giggled, "Can you tell me his name?"

I pursed my lips, "Not really. I'm on a blind date, so I have no idea what his name is...or who he is." I chuckled nervously, scratching the back of my neck.

She smiled, "Okay, I think I know who you're referring to. He told us he was expecting a blind date. Follow me." She said, grabbing a menu and leading me to the rooftop entrance.

I followed behind, still curious as to who this would be. I'd probably shit a brick if it were John Travolta, but I'm pretty sure he's off the market. There was that computer hacker dude that was pretty hot too. As we reached the rooftop tables, she led me to a dark haired man that had his back towards the entrance. I couldn't make out who he was just yet and considering that was an older movie, I doubt I'd recognize him from the movie from the back.

He stood as he heard us approach and pulled my chair out, turning to face me, "You must be my date." He said with a smile, extending his hand to shake mine, "I'm Hugh." He said casually.

It was the computer hacker dude, and shit, did he look good. Even 8 years later, he still looked good.

I smiled, shaking his hand, "I am, I'm Kaitlyn." I said as I took my seat. He gave me another smile before going back to his seat across from me.

"How're you doing, love?" He asks, smiling at me, keeping his elbows off the table. Hm, a real gentleman.

I chuckled at his flattery, already calling me a pet name. "I'm doing good, everything's going great for me at the moment. How's things going for you?"

He shifted, "I just wrapped up filming an origin movie for a character I've played for the last 9 years, I'm finally on a much needed break and no longer on a strict regime for my character, which I'm fully intending on breaking tonight with a milkshake."

I giggled, "I see." I said as the waiter approached us. He was a young man who was obviously infatuated with my date.

"Holy s-, I mean, I'm so sorry-" He stammered as Hugh began cracking up, "It's quite alright, mate." He said to the young man.

The man smiled, "Mr. Jackman, I'm sorry. Wolverine is my all-time favorite X-Men character." Hugh smiled, "Can I please get a picture with you? I swear I'll keep it professional after." He asked.

Hugh laughed, "Sure thing, mate. I'm sorry, love, but do you mind helping our waiter out with a picture?" He asked, almost embarrassingly.

I chuckled, "I don't mind." The waiter smiled, handing me his cell phone as Hugh got up to stand beside him, making a Wolverine pose as if he had retractable claws.

He pat the man on the back and sat back across from me, "Thank you so much, Mr. Jackman. And thank you for taking the picture. My name is William. What can I start you guys off with to drink?" He asked.

Hugh and I looked at each other, "I think I'll take a martini." I said, flipping through the bar menu. "No problem, William. I'll take a martini, and also, a chocolate milkshake. Large, William."

I giggled at his serious tone making sure William understood Hugh wanted a large. "Coming right up, are there any appetizers you guys want to start with?" William asked before walking off as we both shook our heads.

Hugh looked up at me, damn was he sexy, "So, tell me about you." He said, smirking.

I pursed my lips wondering what to tell, "Hmm, let's see... I have a Frenchie, his name is Harley. I'm an intern for a local business. I have a degree in journalism. I moved here from South Carolina after graduating college for a better chance of a career in journalism."

He nodded, taking my words in, "I've always wanted a French Bulldog. I also have a degree in journalism. I moved here from Australia many years ago, but I moved for X-Men." He said, forcing his accent deeper as he mentioned being from Australia.

I chuckled, "You do have a very sexy accent. I actually didn't know you weren't American because your American accent is so convincing."

He smirked, "I happen to think your accent is sexy too." He said flirtatiously, making me blush.

I laughed, "I literally sound like cornbread, stop."

He laughed, "You do not. Even if you did, cornbread tastes good."

Our waiter returned with our drinks and Hugh's large milkshake, and proceeded to take our order. I reached for the menus, but Hugh swiped them from me, handing them to our server.

He winked at me, "Gotta be quicker than that, beautiful."

I playfully rolled my eyes, "Tell me more about you." I said, resting my chin on my hands, giving him my undivided attention.

He smiled, "What do you wanna know?" He asked flirtatiously.

I shrugged, "Everything."

He chuckled, "For starters, I have two children, Ava and Oscar. They are 4 and 9. I play cricket. I enjoy singing. Every year, I go back to Australia and do the polar plunge. I'm recently divorced. Anything else you want to know?"

I smirked, "Have you been with anyone since the divorce?"

He looked at, surprised at my question, but smiled, "No, no I haven't. I haven't been with anyone besides her since 1995."

I bit my lip, raising my brow with a giggle, "So you're not a douche bag then, noted."

He smiled sweetly, "No, I'm not a douche bag." He said softly.

I shifted in my seat, taking a sip from my martini, "What are you hoping to come from this?"

He shrugged, "I really don't know, love. I have no expectations, whatever happens, happens. What about you?" He asks, his eyes burning through me, almost with a lust.

I smirked, "I kind of go with the flow. Whatever happens, happens."

He bit his lip, "I like that."

As the night went on, we ate our food and drank a few martinis. Both of us, feeling a little tipsy and beginning to ask risque questions as he moved his chair to my side of the table, now beside me.

"So tell me, what are some of your turn-ons?" I asked with a smirk, sipping my 3rd martini.

His one hand moved to my thigh under the table, "Does it count if I say you?" He smirked, looking me in the eyes.

I bit my lip, "Do you want to um...get out of here?" I asked him quietly.

He grabbed my hand, "C'mon, love." and began leading me towards the entrance of the rooftop bar to head back downstairs and to the sidewalk. "Let's go to my car." He said, leading me to an SUV.

As we got to the car, he rushed towards the backseat, opening the door, motioning for me to climb in. I climbed in, sliding to the other end as he quickly slid in beside me, shutting the door and pulling me onto his lap, slamming his lips against mine as he roughly gripped my hips. I felt him begin pushing his hips upwards, grinding into me as I reached behind us, positioning myself upwards, tugging at his belt.

"Take this off..." I muttered against his lips as he bit my bottom lip, I pulled away and slid my top off as he helped me, tossing it into the seat beside us, leaving me in my bra and jeans. I slid off of him to remove my jeans and underwear as he undid his belt and jeans, his hard dick exposed.

"Come here." He said, almost demanding, as he grabbed my arm, bringing my lips back to his as I straddled his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck as I lowered myself down onto him, taking every inch.

He moaned against my lips, "Fuck, you're tight." He said lowly as he sucked on my bottom lip, nibbling at it.

I began bouncing up and down, roughly, my moans filling the car. I felt him reach up and grab my breasts, that were covered by my bra, squeezing them. "Shit, your cock feels so good inside me." I cried out.

He pushed my bra down, exposing my breasts as he popped one of my nipples into my mouth, nibbling at it and sucking as he started thrusting his hips up to meet mine. "Oh fuck!" I yelled as he moved his hands to my hips and started thrusting hard into me.

"We gotta be quick, we're in a parking lot." He chuckled as he began moaning again.

I could feel my orgasm coming, I grabbed his chin, forcing his face back to mine, crashing my lips onto his. "Cum for me, baby." He said huskily, moving his lips down to my neck, sucking and biting softly.

I felt my eyes practically roll back into my head as I let myself go, my juices flowing down his throbbing cock as he spilled his load inside me.

"Second date?" He asked, out of breath, laughing.

I nodded, catching my breath, "Definitely."

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babyouran · 1 year ago

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Attack of the Lady Manager! - with the new appearance of a love-struck, obsessed girl she flips the norms around for the host club members who have much trouble adjusting.

Pairing - fem!reader

A part of - ouran add-in

"Oh Tamaki, my dearest Tamaki! Why are you so beautiful?" A brunette girl asked, looking at the man in his expensive outfit. He peered upon her, a pipe in his hand and extensions in his hair.

"I'm hoping to catch your eye, even if for just one second."

"Then why is your voice so very sweet and mellow?" A black-haired student now wondered.

"To set your nerves at ease, so that my true feelings might reach your heart."

"Oh Tamaki," The girls sighed, cheeks flushed. They were hunched around the small coffee table, all trying to get a smidge closer to be more in the presence of the glistening Tamaki.

Over at another table filled with a wide variety of sweets and sparkling outfits, the twins were talking to their group of girls. "I think it's adorable you're wearing matching kimonos," One of them expressed, reaching out to touch a bit of the fabric.

"Our mother designed everything the host is wearing today," Hikaru told the girls. "If you see something you like, we can take an order for you."

"Our grandmother even helped us put them on."

"But you know the only one who will be undressing you is me, Kaoru," Hikaru grabbed his chin, blushing evident on Kaoru's face.

"Hikaru, you're embarrassing me, in front of everybody."

"What a tender embrace," The girls giggled.

Nearby another younger girl complimented the secret one, "Haruhi! You look so cute in your kimono, almost like a girl!"

"Thanks," She smiled lightly.

Y/n was present with her growing group of both genders. She sat in a kimono of a light green color with a matching mask and bows in her hair the same color.

"Y/n! You look so pretty, especially with your bows," A boy complimented, a tough look on his face with sweaty palms reaching for one of the treats.

"Awh, thank you, I'm glad you enjoy them. I was worried they wouldn’t fit me,” she looked down at her lap, soon moving her eyes back up towards her guests and fixing the said accessories.

"They look beautiful on you! Y/n your hair looks so amazing with them," Another boy spoke, who was trying to indulge in some of the offered refreshments but his hand was shaking madly. The boy, who previously spoke, started to move his hand out to touch the bows. He leaned across the table as Y/n was looking down at the secret book on her lap, fingers mere inches away but didn't get the opportunity as his hand was smacked with a pen causing him to pull away.

"Do not touch her," He glared at them. "It's not appropriate,” and without sparing another glance he placed his attention onto Y/n, “You have been doing well lately, with a steady flow of customers."

"Thank you Kyoya-senpai," She bowed in her seat. "The compliment is kind, and I must say, I like your kimono," She complimented. In response the boys across from her mumbled about how it wasn't fair she complimented him instead of them. Kyoya just pushed up his glasses and walked away. He had to move his notebook to cover his face due to an unwanted pink arriving on his cheeks. It was a strange reaction as he had been complimented by many guests before, fellow girls, but none elicited a response like Y/n was able to. He just chalked it up to her newer continual presence in the group and that he would eventually get over it.

"Do you have any more picture books coming out?" A girl pondered, walking over to Kyoya who was answering their obsession desired questions.

"N/n-chan, n/n-chan, I don't know how but I lost one of my sandals," A sad Honey wandered over, just the one sandal hanging in his hand. A large pout was plastered on his face, puppy-dog eyes staring upon the younger girl eliciting sympathy.

"It's okay Honey-senpai, we will look for it," Y/n walked closer to the boy, putting a hand on his shoulder in a comforting pat.

"Mitsukuni," Mori voiced, now walking over all stoic, bending down to his knees to take his foot and slide on the missing sandal.

"Takashi," He spoke, tears bubbling in his eyes.

"I noticed that you dropped it.”

Honey embraced him in a large hug when a new swarm of ladies came around, all awing at the scene. Not too interested in watching the scene Y/n moved her eyes over to Haruhi where she bumped into one of the twins, a small bottle of eye drops falling onto the ground.

"You guys use fake tears?" Y/n asked, walking over and inspecting the bottle Haruhi found.

"For your information, it's common for a host to use eye drops," Kaoru spoke, standing on the side of Y/n.

"No woman alive can resist a man on the brink of tears," Hikaru added, moving to her other side.

"I could," Y/n mumbled, passing the eye drops back to Haruhi.

"That's cheating," Haruhi declared, holding the eye drops in the air. Hikaru swiftly moved over to her side, tsking to himself.

"Oh, don't be such a party pooper."

"Here Y/n," Kaoru tapped her shoulder, pulling out a little box with a sweet pastry inside it. It was wrapped in a small green box, matching her outfit, and a silver bow wrapped it up all neatly.

"It's for me? Really?" She looked up excitedly, eyes beaming wide. It was a look that interested Kaoru differently, he watched closely, a genuine smile morphing on his face as she took the top off to smell it.

"Aren't you so cute," he chuckled, the twins admiring her reactions as Hikaru was leaning over Kaoru’s shoulder.

"I didn't know you liked sweets, Y/n," A girl commented, watching her admire the treat. Y/n bashfully stepped away from the crowd, putting the top back on the sweet treat and holding it off to her side.

"I do, but I'm going to give it to Haruhi so she could give it as a memorial to her mother. I do wish to visit her one day," Y/n looked at her friend, whose eyes lit up and they hugged each other.

The girls melted, watching them exchange a moment.

"How kind of you, looking after your friend," Tamaki mentioned, getting close to Y/n and leaning dramatically on her shoulder. "Being so kind, please take some for yourself, and Haruhi! You take some for your mother too," He started to pile up their hands with different colored boxes of an assortment of treats.

"I can afford these myself," Y/n grumbled while Haruhi gave Tamaki an odd look. She put the boxes down and stepped closer to Tamaki, looking at him as if she were trying to find some hidden secret about him.

"Those are fake tears, right?" Haruhi questioned.

"I'm offended,” Tamaki gasped, hand to his heart, “Being able to cry without eye drops is the mark of a true host," He let a single tear fall from his face like a professional actor would and turned to Y/n. "I'm amazing right, have you fallen for me?"

"No," Y/n deadpanned, turning away.

"Haruhi?"

"Nope," She agreed.

"Why isn't it working," He wondered out loud.

"Who's that?" Y/n pointed over to where a young girl was hunched and peeking out, catching the attention of Haruhi and Tamaki who were also looking at the same scene.

"Looks like the host club has a brand new guest!" The twins observed.

"Come on in, what are you waiting for?" Kaoru asked, rose in hand.

"Watching from afar is no fun," Hikaru spoke, an identical flower in his hand as well.

"Stop that," Tamaki popped up in front of them, somehow magically having a rose too. "How many times do I have to tell you boys to be more courteous to our first-time guests? Please, you don't have to be afraid my princess. I welcome you to the Ouran Host Club.” He stuck out his hand, hoping for the girl to grab it.

"No! Don't touch me! You're phony!" She yelled, slapping Tamaki's face, hard. A similar reaction appeared on the features of the other club members, shock and confusion at the very abrupt words and actions of the mysterious young lady.

"What do you mean I'm phony?" Tamaki questioned astounded, tears welling in his eyes.

"Just what I said, you're phony! I find it hard to believe that someone like you is the prince character of this host club!" The auburn-haired girl pointed her finger at the president. "You shouldn't go spreading your love around so easily like that, you're stupid! You must be a dim-witted narcissist! You're incompetent, you're a commoner! You're disgusting!" She exclaimed, shaking her hands, raising her voice, and stomping her foot.

Tamaki took each insult to heart, every word she threw out he stepped back, acting as though it were a punch to the gut, and landed till his back hit the pillar in the room, sliding down to sit on his bottom in defeat.

Kyoya stepped forward, a finger on his chin. "I don't suppose you are," He tapped his chin before opening up his notebook and flipping through scribbled cursive pages.

"It's you, Kyoya!" The girl spoke, tears in her own eyes now. Her whole personality did a 180, stepping on the feet of the diminished Tamaki and reaching out towards Kyoya, arms wide. "Oh how I've longed to meet you, my one and only prince charming," She hugged him, yet Kyoya’s arms just stayed stiff on his side. He made no effort to reciprocate the action.

"Your fiancée," Hikaru started.

"Kyoya-senpai?" Kaoru finished, eyes wide and staring at the man in shock.

"Of course,” She smiled confidently, pushing a bit of hair back, “ My name is Hoshakuji Renge and I'm transferring into Ouran Academy's First Year Class A tomorrow," She introduced, now sitting on a red couch with a hot cup of tea in front of her.

"Why is he sulking?" Hikaru wondered, referring to a sad Tamaki in the corner.

"Because Mommy was keeping a secret from Daddy," Kaoru told his brother.

"Why does everyone insist on referring to us as husband and wife," Kyoya grumbled.

Renge started on with a story, explaining she met the money-obsessed man while he was in a backyard looking at flowers and then ended up helping a kitten.

"She serious?" The twins sarcastically asked.

"A kitten," Y/n tried to stifle her chuckle. "Kyoya and an injured kitten," She now let her laugh exit her mouth. However, the action quickly ended when Kyoya sent a glare and she straightened up in her seat with her mouth shut.

"Could you have the wrong person?" Haruhi questioned Renge.

"No way! I could recognize my love anywhere!" She continued with her ramblings, telling the group how Kyoya was a very humble man who was always looking out for people in need.

It was madness inside Music Room 3 with the very conflicting image Renge was trying to tell about Kyoya and how he truly was. The twins ran around with their hands in their hair, clearly shocked about such chaos. Haruhi, Mori, and Honey all had more composed expressions as they just let her babble on, hoping to figure out a better explanation soon. Y/n couldn’t help but giggle because she enjoyed seeing and hearing a different side of Kyoya, even if it was not true. She couldn’t help but hold a slight interest in the man as their situations with their family were similar in multiple ways. Tamaki on the other hand, was also displaying characteristics that were out of his norm as he was making no noise, no movement, and just stayed sulking in a corner.

"He looks exactly like the star of the popular dating sim, 'Uki-doki Memorial'! You're my real-life Ichijo Miyabi!" Renge asserted, pointing at Kyoya. Her eyes were wide and she danced around in a circle while she mentioned his whole look alike.

"Uki?" Haruhi began.

"Doki?" Honey added on.

"OTAKU!" Tamaki yelled.

"OTAKU?" Hikaru questioned, stopping his running and moving towards Tamaki in a frightened stance.

"I've never seen one!" Kaoru spoke scared.

"Oh," Y/n stopped laughing, walking towards the girl. "You think Kyoya is him, so this Ichijo, he has glasses, correct? And you're in love with him?,” Y/n sighed, shaking her head and facing the whole group, “She most likely just made herself believe that you are engaged," Y/n realized, Kyoya nodding in apparent agreement. Y/n took a seat next to him while the group crowded around the duo in relief.

"So she made it up? You're not her fiancée, right?" Tamaki queried.

"Well, no, I don't ever remember asking for her hand in marriage. Besides this is the first time I've met this woman.”

"According to my research, I understand you're in charge of managing the club, is that true, Kyoya?" Renge moved to his open side, leaning in uncomfortably close. Y/n stayed in her seat behind him, now with a small bowl of popcorn in hand as she watched it go down. After a bit of a rude glare from Renge sent her way, Y/n got up and stood by the twins who immediately reached their hands into the salty treat, eyes intently staring at the two now on the couch.

Kyoya's eyes followed Y/n as she moved away from her spot, a little annoyed that she didn't stay by his side. For some odd and unknown reason, it was comforting, his nerves and anger bubbling up at this random woman's absurd words lessened having Y/n just in his presence.

"That's right, Kyo-chan is our director!" Honey told her proudly.

"You're the club's director! That's perfect. Oh wow, I've always wanted to wear a sandwich board to advertise business.”

"We don't advertise, we're just a host club," The twins stated.

"I've made up my mind! From now on, I'm going to be the manager of this host club!" She announced, ignoring the twin's words.

"Um, listen Kyoya," Tamaki leaned over the back of the couch that Kyoya was sitting on.

"Miss Hoshakuji is the only daughter of a very important Ootori family client. So, please be polite and try not to offend her, alright?" Kyoya warned Tamaki, his voice rough, trying to hide his annoyance with the new presence of the girl. Tamaki stepped away, putting his head down like a dog that was just scolded.

"Well boys, I can't wait to work with you," Renge smiled.

Later the next day, the club gathered back in their classic room. Yet, Tamaki now had a different outlook on Renge’s presence.

"I thought about it a lot last night and maybe having a lady manager isn't such a bad idea," Tamaki spoke.

"Why do you say that?" The twins wondered.

"With Renge, she can help Y/n. Renge is very outspoken and Y/n can be, but she doesn’t show her true self enough. Not to forget that she can help make Y/n want to show her femininity, maybe even her face. Or maybe Y/n will now want to be closer to us like Renge is with Kyoya!"

"Pardon me?" Y/n looked up from her book, not paying attention till her name was used.

"It can also help Haruhi, maybe she will want to show some more femininity too!"

"Good grief," Haruhi sighed.

"Now is our chance to help Y/n and Haruhi! This is very important men!" Tamaki stood up, though the two they were mentioning weren’t too involved in the conversation. Y/n was still reading her book and Haruhi was trying to peak over to get a glance at it.

"Hey everyone! You'll be happy to know that your new manager, Renege, has baked all of you some cookies!" She popped her head from the door, chocolate chip cookies in a napkin for the group.

"She's so ladylike! I'm moved by your generosity!" Tamaki preached, winking his eyes at the twins.

"I didn't bake these cookies for you, you phony prince," Renege had stuck her hand out in his face, stepping away to move towards the others in the group. "I'm sorry, I burnt them a little bit, I did the best I could. I already know what you're going to say!"

"She wasn't kidding, these cookies really are burnt," Honey spoke, some of the cookies in his mouth with crumbs falling all over.

"Don't eat that Mitsukuni, it's bad for you," Mori rushed over to his side, a different napkin in hand for Honey to spit them out. This was something that Renge had overheard and went on to chase the two around the room, yelling about their ungratefulness.

"She's scaring me!" Honey yelled in Mori's arms, shielding his face.

"They don't look horrible," Y/n added, taking some for herself. "What do you think, Haruhi?"

"They have a good flavor to them."

"May I try?" Hikaru questioned, taking a bite of the cookie that was in Y/n's hand. She just looked down at him in confusion as Tamaki turned around to watch this action.

"Oh look, there is a crumb," Kaoru noticed, licking the girl's finger. Y/n stood still, staring at the wall when she felt a little warmth go to her face. She just looked at her finger and wiped it on the skirt of her dress, refusing to give them their wanted reaction.

"Don't do that-"

"Did you see what he just did? HE JUST TOOK A BITE FROM HER HAND!" Tamaki started yelling incredulously, pointing to the two brothers. He was jumping up and down from his anger, hands pulling at the roots of his hair.

"Ah, Haruhi, you have some crumbs on your face," Y/n mentioned, licking a finger and wiping the crumb from her face. Haruhi stood, a pink blush forming its way on her cheeks as she lifted a finger to feel where the crumb was.

"And the four classmates get closer than they have ever been," Kyoya added.

"Y/n! Just tell them off, causally brush them to the side," Tamaki spoke, moving his hands towards her cheeks, covered with the mask. He peered into her eyes, jealously clearly swarming in his lobes as he waited for her response.

"This is inappropriate," Y/n commented, looking down from his glare and feeling the heat once again. She moved his hands from her face, turning around to take a breath from all the close touching that had happened within the evening. It was something she was not used to, this type of physical affection, and easily had a response to her. She didn’t like that it could quickly make her feel something different as she was used to just showing a more neutral or emotionless self.

"Inappropriate? They are twice as guilty! Someone call the police!" Tamaki started freaking out.

"Renge-chan, Renge-chan, want some? It's milk," Honey questioned, hoping to make amends with the once-raging girl. He held a cute pink glass that was filled with the liquid, reaching high to let her grab the cup. Although her response was not as welcomed, she took a sip and quickly spit the liquid out onto Honey. Mori and Y/n moved over with towels, trying to help the boy dry off a bit.

"Lukewarm, Like every single one of you!" She interrupted the twins and Tamaki's fighting with her loud statement. Even Mori and Y/n stopped in their tracks to put their attention on the very angry Renge. "Except for Kyoya, all of your characters are lukewarm! Each of you needs to have some sort of dark side, you understand? Girls are vulnerable to handsome, young men who are troubled. Boys are puppies to sappy, pretty young women. If you keep carrying on like this, it's only a matter of time before the girls and guys get tired of you and stop coming all together. Are you trying to ruin my precious Kyoya's business? As your manager, it's my job to change your character backgrounds," She finished in a huff.

"Let's start with you," She pointed with a sharp nail to Honey who was startled and a bit frightened. "If all you are is cute inside and out then you're no different than a baby. Therefore, from now on you're the baby-face thug!" She demanded. This was something that Honey wasn’t looking forward to as he let out a horrified scream in response, hands on his cheeks.

"Mori-senpai, you're his childhood friend, the flunkie! The twins are basketball players, enslaved in their own world! Haruhi, you're an honor student who is constantly being bullied. Y/n, you are the lovestruck girl, obsessed with romantic stories, never achieving it. Lastly, Tamaki, you're the school idol who is admired for his good looks but you really have an inferiority complex that you're hiding from the world. The lonely prince!" She renamed them, going around the group to assign them their new characters.

"I do enjoy a good romance book, but currently I am more interested in mystery novels," Y/n corrected, moving over to her bag to look at the multitudes of books she was carrying with her.

"And Kyoya, you're perfect just the way you are now. So I want you to stay as kind and affectionate as ever, ‘kay?"

"Thank you, I'm honored," Kyoya smiled lightly, but his attention shifted over to where Y/n sat sifting through a pile of books present on her lap. "I wonder what she thinks," He wondered aloud quietly, looking at the dedication shining through her glare as she picked up a new book to begin.

"The lonely prince, it's true, the title is perfect for me," The blonde man thought, a light shining directly onto him as the rest went out.

"Come on Kyoya-senpai," Kaoru began.

"You gotta do something," Hikaru finished.

"Why? It seems like the boss is up for it," He pointed over to Tamaki concentrating on trying to master his part. "Let's just wait and see how things turn out. I bet it'll be interesting. It always is."

Magically enough, the twins were on a basketball court with a crew behind them. The stands were filled with onlookers cheering over the buzzers as it was announced a basket had just been made. Yet, the yelling of the crowds soon calmed down as someone on the court was injured.

"Get a stretcher, take him to the infirmary immediately!" A voice yelled at someone.

"Kaoru?" Hikaru ran back, looking at his brother who was clutching his knee. "Kaoru!"

"You've got to get back in the game Hikaru, we need you!" A teammate told the star player, trying to pull him away from his brother.

"Shut up!"

"Hikaru, listen to me, please don't worry. There's nothing you can do. You can't share my pain. You're not the one who got hurt, now go on," Kaoru moved his hand to his brother's cheek, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I can't, it hurts. It hurts Kaoru," He clutched the hand on his cheek.

But soon enough that scene disappeared and it cut to a rainy scenery outside, where the twins lay on the ground with a soaked Tamaki.

"I'm sorry, but I'm envious. The way you two support each other like that," Tamaki shook his head, looking down at the mushy grass, hair damp from the raging rain.

"But Suoh-senpai, how can you be envious of us?" the twins wondered. "You're the school's idol."

"An idol, right," Tamaki sighed, laughing to himself. "I hate that people worship me for something so superficial as my appearance. I think it would be much better for me to be alone."

The image panned to Y/n sitting underneath a tree with a jacket over her head while reading a popular romantic novel.

"Oh, how she will never find love. I'll never find love," Y/n fake cried. "My appearance is nothing like these fellow girls, I'm yet a hopeless romantic, looking for someone to save me. Someone to dig me out of this hole and…and… date me!"

The image switched to a fast-paced and intense scene with Haruhi now running away from a mysterious villain.

"You can't run away forever, I'm going to show you what happens to anyone that crosses me," Honey threatened, walking towards a Haruhi who was sitting against a tree.

"Don't do it Mitsukuni, you should have realized by now that whenever you hurt others, you're really just hurting yourself," Mori said, standing next to the other fellow third year.

"I didn't ask you for any advice, you want me to put you over my knee, again?" Honey looked up at Mori, threatening glare on his soft features. "You know, it pisses me off when people don't know their place.” He couldn’t hold his act for a long time because soon enough he jumped into Haruhi’s arms yelling multiple apologies.

"Cut! Cut!" Renge yelled, snakes almost coming out of her hair. "What's wrong with you? You gotta stick to the script! Stop rolling cameraman!" Renge ordered, the man mentioned putting a thumbs up.

"How'd we go from changing our characters to shooting a movie about them?" Hikaru asked, sitting in a chair next to Kaoru. Y/n was standing beside Kyoya behind the boys.

"And why is there an entire film crew here to shoot it?" Haruhi pondered.

"Apparently, she flew them in from Hollywood," Kyoya told them.

"Yeah, she made me help convince them. She has the money, and I have the new equipment," Y/n sulked, thinking back to how Renge threatened to poison her tea if she had not agreed.

"Y/n! How was I? Did you like it?" Tamaki ran over, to ask the girl, towel draped around his neck.

"It wasn't bad."

"I think I'm starting to discover a new side of myself and I'm thinking of exploring it," He admitted proudly.

"Tamaki-senpai, do you really think you should? I don't think you need to, you being yourself is good enough," Y/n walked away, leaving a blushing Tamaki. "Hey Haruhi-chan, you did good out there," Y/n complimented.

"Thanks, you were able to play your part well too."

"Hey, Haruhi! You're on!" Renege called out. "Oh, Y/n, come over here too!" The girls walked over, looking for her until she motioned for them to come around the building, to the back. "These guys are going to make an appearance in the film!"

"In your film? What are you talking about?" One of the brooding men asked.

"Y/n, you get in there too, after all, we are going to need some big tough guys for the climax! And having your lovestruck heroine, this will be amazing!" Renge smiled, she then went on about her plan and tightly gripped one of the larger man's arms, trying to drag him in a certain direction.

"Renge, maybe you should-" Y/n began.

"Hey! You think you can push me around?" The boy went to put his arms on Renge before Y/n jumped in front, able to lightly push her away. The man instead pushed her harshly and she fell back into the equipment.

"Y/n!" Haruhi yelled, rushing over to the girl.

"Renge you can't do that, you can't do that to people and stereotype them," Y/n stood up, looking down at her leg.

"Y/n? Are you alright?"

"Haruhi, what's wrong? Y/n?" Tamaki moved forward.

"Y/n got hurt," Haruhi admitted to her older classmate whose expression changed, and he angrily marched up to one of the men. "It's not his fault," Haruhi voiced yet Tamaki and the men both stared at each other angrily, one clutching his fists. Tamaki stepped closer, grabbing onto his shirt with a fire burning in his glare.

"Tamaki, I'm fine. It wasn't his fault," Y/n told him, looking up from where she sat on the ground, clutching onto her leg. In response to her words, he slowly let the man go, facing his attention back to Y/n.

"Are you okay?" He looked to Y/n, putting a hand out to help her stand up. Once she was standing he let her put an arm over his shoulder to help her regain her balance.

"Just scraped my knee," She shrugged.

"N/n-chan, N/n-chan," Honey ran over, looking at the bloodied mark. "We will take you to the nurse," Honey nodded to Mori, Mori took the girl’s arm and let her wrap it around his waist. Though he was the one to initiate the contact, it was also one that brought little butterflies into the stoic man’s stomach.

Tamaki sat down, smiling at the girl walking away who looked back to give him a thumbs up. Haruhi sat down beside him when a tear dropped from her eye. It freaked Tamaki out but luckily Haruhi brushed it off with just being a problem with her contact.

"Please tell me you got all that cameraman?" Renge turned to look toward the man in question.

"Yes, boss."

"That was an ideal final scene!" She exclaimed. "All it needs now is a sweet narration by my Kyoya," But before she could utter any other words a loud crash echoed with glass pieces littering the ground. A rock had smashed through the camera lens. "What, is something wrong?"

"I'm terribly sorry, but I cannot allow there to be any record of a club member engaging in violence, I also can't let such film be released of a member getting hurt," Kyoya explained. "I think you've caused enough trouble around here Renge, please stop being such a pest,” He spat out the last word, a disgusted look on his face, quickly turning around to move off and see about Y/n’s whereabouts.

"A pest?" A tear fell from her eyes. "But you're supposed to pat me on the head and tell me not to worry! You're supposed to be kind and affectionate, Kyoya! Why are you acting so differently now?" She sunk into her seat, tears streaming from her eyes.

"That's not the real Kyoya," Tamaki told her, sending a disappointed glance to the girl.

A few days later the club was back in its normal running action. Girls and boys were surrounding the Music Room in an attempt to get closer to its hosts. Delicious treats and piping hot teas littered the coffee tables and sweet chatter echoed throughout.

"I bought the film, that scene in the rain was just phenomenal!" A girl beamed and was overheard by many others who were quick to comment on their ideas about the scene in question.

"Y/n, that scene where you got hurt protecting someone was so heartwarming," Another girl spoke up, now a crowd surrounding the young women.

"Oh, right," She quietly mumbled, looking down onto her lap.

"Are you okay? Let us see your knee," One girl commanded and the boys who were once nea were pushed back by the emerging crowd of a female population. Y/n decided to follow their requests, hoping to quickly shut down the whole thing, and rolled her dress up a tiny bit so they could see the bottom of her knee where a little bit of the bandaged injury peaked through. This was an action that enchanted some of the men, pushing closer in hopes of seeing more.

"That's enough," Kyoya intervened causing the crowd to disperse. He took a step forward himself, "I never did ask if you are okay, I shouldn't have let it get that far," He sat down beside her.

"Don't worry Kyoya-senpai. I was taken care of, it was just a little scrape. Either way, I'm glad you did that movie and got the money for the club," Y/n nudged him in the shoulder, soft eyes looking upon him with admiration.

"I hope you don't mind too much that I did purposefully break one of your family's products," Kyoya admitted, looking up from his notebook.

"That's okay," She laughed and Kyoya could feel his heartbeat just a little faster. With the kindness of her voice and their shoulder practically touching it just caused a new feeling to erupt inside him. "My father won't know. However, he did find out about the scrape from a maid and that was a long, boring conversation."

"Good evening everyone!” Renge waltzed into the room confidently. “Thank you Y/n, I realized how brave it was for you to rescue me, it was your way of showing your love. Now, come on Y/n, let's go to my house."

"Wait, what? Kyoya-senpai? Tamaki-senpai? Haruhi? Anyone?" Y/n asked frantically while getting dragged out of the room.

"Wait don't take Y/n!" Tamaki yelled.

next chapter - The Twins Fight!

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mkkk12345 · 1 year ago

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Divus Crewel x Wife Reader How they met

Sorry this took so long to write, I was once again procrastinating lol Feel free to request situations (I write slowly and I’ll be pretty busy for the next while sadly, but please do request if you would like to! I'll do anyone in twst for the most part with your usual restrictions) (side note I got the names for the dogs from the 101 Dalmatians)

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Oh how Crewel would come to regret what he had done that day, he really should have seen it coming. “Hey! Professor Crewel, tell us how you met your wife!”

This had all started when Crowley had approached him with a challenge. “If you manage to raise the class average of the first years to let's say~ 80 percent? I'll give you a raise! Am I not so incredibly generous? Hahahhahaaaa” He cawed to himself as Crewel walked away absolutely done with the crow mans shenanigans

Rolling his eyes he responds “I guess there is no harm in attempting it”

As an encouragement to study harder he had told his students that if they were able to raise the class average to 80 percent by the next semester he would allow them to ask one question about his personal life. Of course all of the students had jumped at the chance to glance into the oh so mysterious and strict teachers personal life.

And that is why we are here now.

Professor Divus Crewel, now being forced to tell the oh so embarrassing story of how he had met his lovely wife.

“Well it's not the worst question you lot could have asked. I would rather not share this story but if I must I will do so…”

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Divus was around 17 when he first met Y/N It was a bright and sunny day, the weather was perfect and it just so happened to be a long weekend, a rare opportunity to visit home in the Queendom of Roses.

It was also a perfect day to take his beloved pet dalmatian Perdita for a nice long walk in the nearby park for some long deserved bonding time.

When Crewel was home from NRC he would often take Perdita to the park. Whether it was actual exercise or for some relaxing time outside to sketch new fashion designs, Perdita never really minded. But today was different, the minute the pair stepped out of the door the spotted dog went bolting in the direction of the park. “Hey! Slow down girl, why on earth are you in such a rush today?!” he said, trying to keep all his sketching supplies from falling to the ground.

Luckily for young Divus, the dalmatian did eventually slow down once they reached the park. “You act as if no one has been bringing you to the park since I left for school.” he said exasperated from the impromptu run.

Soon after catching his breath Divus and his companion walked over to a nearby bench so the boy could start sketching, but right as he put his sketching equipment down there was another sudden tug on the lead and once again they were off “hey! Slow down! What has gotten into you toda-” CRASH he had been cut off suddenly, crashing into another person as Perdita and what seemed to be another dalmatian were running circles around the two very effectively tying the two together.

When he finally pried his eyes away from the dogs he finally realized the full situation he was in, tied up with a very beautiful young lady. “Oh my god I'm so sorry he doesn't usually act like this, Pongo would you stop that already?”

“Don't worry it was neither of our faults really, I guess these two have taken quite the interest in one another” he said as he pulled his arm out of the leashes to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck a blush forming on his face as he looked at a very interesting tree behind her.

“They've actually been like this for weeks!” she laughed as she finally met his eyes, “Oh you must be Divus! Your mother talks about you very often.” He was surprised, not only was this girl absolutely stunning but she already knew him. Although he would never admit it, he practically fell in love with her right then and there, the way she beamed with joy, the slight blush on her cheeks, her laugh even in the strangest of situations.

In an attempt to calm himself he averted his gaze again and began to untie him and his new developing crush from the entanglement of leashes they were trapped in “Oh you must have met mother while she was walking Perdita I do hope she didn't tell you anything embarrassing” a strained smirk appeared on his face, knowing how his mother liked to tell the most embarrassing stories of his childhood.

“Well I cant say she didn't say anything” she laughed softly again drawing Divus’s attention for a moment the blush on his face growing ever brighter.

Snapping out of his short trance he asked “Might I ask for your name then since you already know mine?” With blush remaining on the tips of ears he held out his hand like a gentleman, both with the intention to give her, her dogs leash back but also to lead her over to a bench so they could hopefully continue their conversation.

“Oh my apologies how rude of me, My name is Y/N nice to finally meet you.” She bashfully took both the leash and his hand, walking over to the bench.

“The pleasure is mine”

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“And whilst that was all happening I looked over to our dogs, only to find them looking at each other with what seemed to be a grin on their faces like they planned that all out.” Crewel sighed as he recalled how proud those little devils looked. “After quite a long conversation that ended up in me never actually starting a new sketch, we traded contact information and left the park.” he looked up at his students now regretting all his life decisions.

“And that is how I met my wife, now it seems like class is over, please leave quickly so I can question why I ever became a teacher in the first place.”

“But prof how did you ask her out?” “Yeah yeah! Who was the first one to confess!” “How did you propose????”

Frustrated crewel quickly answered “If I recall correctly you were all only given the privilege of asking one question, now if you don't stop pestering me I will be giving you even more homework.” a completely very unnoticable blush began to form on his face.

“Sorry sir!” Everyone shouted in unison, but on their way out the students did not miss the slightest hint of red that dusted their professor's cheeks as he pretended to sort through papers.

Once everyone had left and silence had fallen through the classroom a laughter could be heard coming from the Professors phone. “Awwwww darling, you retell that story so fondly~” Crewel sighed as he finally looked over at his phone

“I honestly can not believe I let you talk me into letting you listen to that.” he said with a hand firmly planted on his face covering any sign of pink that appeared.

“Consider it as repaying me for when I dropped those papers off for you. Now hurry home our two rascals of dogs are looking at me like I should thank them for getting us together.” she laughed nervously

“Yes yes honey see you soon” ending the call with a small smirk as he muttered “I should buy some more dog treats on the way back.”

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #crewel x reader #divus crewel #divus crewel x reader #divus crewel x yuu #twisted wonderland headcanons

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dedeinthewild · 17 days ago

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paul aron x reader, no labels

-“You’re snoring. Like, offensively.”

summary : she has two golden balls of mischief now, and she's happier than ever

They say that, for the right person, you’re capable of pushing yourself to the edge of the world and doing things you wouldn’t even consider otherwise.

And that day, Paul couldn’t help but feel like the living embodiment of that timeless cliché, gripping the leather of his steering wheel as he drove down a countryside road in early May—when the sun had started to show itself, but sweaters were still necessary.

He’d left the city behind: the skyscrapers, the modern buildings, trading them for roads that led to open fields full of wildflowers, cared for by farmers who had known each other for generations, with the occasional horse wandering freely through the tall grass, its mane swaying in the wind.

He reminded himself to bring her there, once she had time. He knew she’d love spending the day with the animals.

A random playlist hummed softly through the car speakers while he drove on autopilot, shifting gears with the paddles, missing his favorite passenger—the one who never stayed quiet for more than five minutes and somehow made simple afternoons the most important thing in his world.

There was a disarming calm around the farmhouse he’d driven to—calling in a favor from an old friend of his sister’s, an opportunity Paul had jumped on because it felt perfect.

He walked back to the car with something warm and squirmy in his arms: a little sausage-shaped pup with fluffy blond fur and a tiny pink nose that almost convinced Paul to adopt every single puppy the man had shown him in the barn, right alongside the mares.

“You have no idea how important you’re about to become,” the Estonian murmured, stroking the puppy’s little head as it wriggled in his hands and let out the sweetest sneeze, making Paul chuckle while searching for his car keys in his hoodie pocket.

“She’s going to lose it. I mean actually lose it.” He smiled, placing the puppy on the blanket the old farmer had given him, securing it in the passenger seat so it wouldn’t roll out of its makeshift bundle if he had to brake.

A horse neighed in the distance as he got behind the wheel, and for a second, Paul allowed himself to imagine a future—a farmhouse like this, a beautiful car in the garage, and her, coming home late just to smell the cake he baked before catching a flight around the world.

The car had barely five hundred kilometers on it, still carrying that unmistakable new car smell.

“Don’t you dare throw up in here,” he mock-scolded, one hand on the top of the wheel, the other resting on his thigh, glancing sideways at the puppy every so often. “I just got this car.”

The little golden retriever rested its head on the center console with a soft whine, brown eyes locking with Paul’s.

“…Okay, fine. I’d forgive you,” he grinned, turning onto a narrow road that would take him home through orchards and open fields, chatting to the puppy like he’d known him forever, already certain they’d be good friends.

“You have no idea what kind of life you’re walking into,” he told the pup, waiting for her to get home—Anna had taken her to some sort of market downtown. “She’s going to spoil you rotten. And talk to you like you’re a person. And you’re going to go on more walks than you’ll know what to do with.”

Paul had his feet propped up on the coffee table in the apartment his sister shared with her. The puppy had nestled against his chest, breathing in his scent, comforted by his steady rhythm, while Paul gently stroked his tiny body.

The little thing let out soft, pleased sounds—like it was smiling.

“She’s been talking about getting a dog for months. ‘Just waiting for the right time,’ she says. Meanwhile, she’s got an entire Pinterest board full of dog names and knows exactly which harnesses look best on golden coats.”

He spoke about her like that—his voice soaked in love and affection, using a tone usually reserved for babies, whispering to the puppy that was quickly becoming part of his life just as much as hers.

“God, she’s going to love you,” he said again, watching the pup chew on one of the bracelet strings she’d once tied around his wrist.

It wasn’t just a dog.

It was something she’d wanted—something he knew would make her feel good, really good. The kind of warmth you only feel when you do something for the person who matters more than anything.

And then, the girls came back—finding him standing at the door just as they were putting their shopping bags down.

She was wearing a blue hoodie she’d stolen from him the previous spring and forgotten to give back, her hair tied at the nape of her neck, a few loose strands falling into her eyes, surprised to see him there unannounced.

He’d used the spare keys Anna always forgot in Tallinn and decided to bake cookies while figuring out how to earn the puppy’s trust, who, as soon as they got home, had shown his mischievous side.

“Hey,” he greeted, trying—and failing—to hide the wide smile on his face.

“Paul?” she blinked in disbelief. She hadn’t seen him in months—his schedule kept him busy, and school hadn’t exactly been kind to her either. She hadn’t been able to find the time to hop on a train or plane to visit him wherever he was.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, noticing his slippers and how settled he looked. “I thought you weren’t coming until next week.”

She was trying not to smile too hard.

“I was in the area,” he shrugged. “Had something to drop off.”

Anna shook her head and disappeared into her room with one of the shopping bags, leaving the two of them alone, hoping her brother had finally made the move she’d been waiting for.

“Every time you say that, it’s something ridiculous.”

“Define ridiculous,” Paul teased, raising an eyebrow.

“So? What are you hiding?”

She crossed her arms over the hoodie, bracelets clinking softly on her wrist—half of them matching the ones on his.

She was trying so hard not to launch herself at him and hold on like he might vanish again for months.

“Nothing.”

“You are literally hiding something. You have ‘guilty puppy smuggler’ energy.”

Paul bit his cheek at her word choice. Meanwhile, Anna leaned against the wall, stealing one of his cookies, watching everything unfold without being noticed.

And then… something stirred inside his hoodie.

A tiny head peeked out from the neckline. Two sleepy eyes and fuzzy ears twitching gently.

She gasped.

“No. No, no, no, Paul.”

He felt his heart swell at the look on her face—arms falling to her sides, her bottom lip caught between her teeth to keep from tearing up.

“Wanna say hi?” Paul pulled the puppy out of the hoodie, holding him up.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “Is that…?”

He nodded.

“Is that the puppy? The puppy?”

“Yup.”

“In your hoodie.”

“Yup.”

He placed the little thing into her hands and pulled her into a side hug, his fingers running through her hair while her heart hammered in her chest and her hands cradled the fluffball against her.

“You’re serious?” she whispered. “He’s for me?”

She looked up, locking eyes with Paul—those blue eyes she loved so much. The ones that always made her feel like nothing could hurt her and all she needed was a car ride with him and the road ahead.

“I didn’t think you were actually listening,” she laughed quietly, blinking fast to keep the tears in.

“I always listen,” he said softly. “Especially when it’s you.”

And in her eyes, Paul saw something clear, raw, and full of love—so obvious it made his chest ache.

Anna, melting at the doorway, watched the whole scene unfold, overwhelmed by her brother’s gesture and the unspoken bond between the two.

“I might start crying,” she whispered, just as the puppy settled into the little bed Paul had bought, surrounded by new toys and bowls he’d picked out just for her.

“That’s okay,” he murmured, pulling her into a full hug, her arms wrapping tight around his torso, his hand cradling the back of her head, keeping her close.

They didn’t move.

Not when Anna stole another cookie.

Not when the puppy barked softly.

Because in that moment, the way they fit together felt like the most natural thing in the world.

That night, Anna was out of the apartment—off celebrating a friend’s birthday—so the three of them (two humans and one tiny golden ball of mischief) had the entire place to themselves.

They’d ordered a pizza from the restaurant downstairs, and Paul had gone to pick it up in his slippers, wearing the kind of smile that only comes when you feel so at ease, nothing in the world can touch you.

Then, after laying a blanket down on the parquet floor, they sat cross-legged and started trying out names the puppy might actually respond to—just in case it already had a favorite and they didn’t want to disrupt it.

“Waffles,” she offered. “Because her ears are soft and sweet.”

“Aron Junior,” Paul countered. “For legacy.”

She laughed and threw a fry at him, watching the little pup weave between Paul’s legs, hinting she was getting sleepy.

After finishing the pizza and watching the tiny belly rise and fall in a slow, rhythmic motion, they headed to the bedroom, flopping down onto the same bed.

The girls lived in a very quiet neighborhood, so the night felt still, peaceful—and sleep, when they were together, always felt even more restorative.

Paul had collapsed on the mattress, lying face down in a starfish sprawl, sunk deep into a sleep that had him dreaming about the kind of life he’d thought about all day. She, who tended to move around a lot in her sleep, had ended up draped across him, her stomach pressed to his back and her lips brushing against his jaw.

It was around 3 a.m. when she woke up, not quite realizing they were tangled together like that, startled instead by a loud sound breaking through the quiet.

“Paul,” she mumbled, half-asleep. “You’re snoring. Like, offensively.”

Paul tried to turn over, but something was stopping him—and once he realized what that something was, he figured it might be the best thing that had ever pinned him down.

“What?” he muttered, rubbing his face, pretty sure he had never snored in his life.

“That noise. It’s coming from you.”

“I don’t snore.”

“You do. It sounds like a bear trying to breathe through a straw.”

Paul shifted slightly so he could look her in the eyes, catching the soft scent of sleep and comfort her skin gave off—so warm.

But the sound persisted, echoing in the darkness of the room, cut only by the small nightlight they’d left on outside the door to keep an eye on the pup.

“…Okay,” she whispered. “That wasn’t you.”

He put his hands on her hips and gently moved her aside so he could get up and check, rubbing his eyes as she sat up in bed.

And that’s when they saw it.

The dog, lying belly-up inside one of the pilot’s slippers, clearly deep in a dream, tail flicking back and forth, head tilted to the side—emitting the stupidest snore imaginable.

“I was ready to smother you with a pillow,” she laughed as Paul flopped back onto the bed. She lay back down on top of him, wrapping her arms around his well-built torso.

“Guess I’m off the hook,” he murmured, voice raspy from being half-asleep.

“You’re lucky he’s cute.”

Her fingers absentmindedly played with the seam of his T-shirt as she chuckled sleepily and whispered:

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Paul said, pressing a small kiss to her arm where it rested against his.

“You think I’m cute?”

She didn’t move—head resting on one of his broad shoulders, lulled by the sound of his breathing in the quiet of the bedroom.

“I mean… you’re fine, I guess. For someone who steals all my clothes.”

They stayed like that for a while, both knowing, deep down, this was one of those moments where everything shifts—where something changes.

Where maybe, just maybe, it would start to have a name tonight.

Or tomorrow.

“Why’d you really bring him to me?” she asked.

Paul looked at her, adjusting so she rested fully on his chest without being uncomfortable.

The way their legs were tangled together, the way her long hair followed her with every movement, the way his old T-shirt covered her like a blanket—like safety.

He could’ve deflected. Made a joke. Teased her or simply stroked her hair.

But instead, he spoke the way someone does when they’re talking to the person they love.

“Because I wanted you to have something good. Something constant.”

She smiled, her face resting on his chest, wearing his shirt, after he’d come back to her—again.

“You’re good,” she murmured. “You’re constant.”

Paul closed his eyes as the puppy started snoring again, making them both chuckle softly, while that particular kind of silence—the kind that follows a confession—settled in between them.

And there was no need to explain.

Because the simple feeling of spending time with the one person you’d do anything for…

That’s the perfect definition of everything.

I'm just writing paul fluff about lazy and slow mornings, and I know you'll eventually get bored of it but I just need him.

#f1 #f2 #motorsports #formula racing #prema racing #f3 #writing #paul aron #hitech #alpine reserve driver #alpine #alpine f1 #f12025 #pa17 #paul aron x reader #paul aron imagine #anna aron

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asarigg · 29 days ago

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About: Part 5

TAKING BACKSHOTS (I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TITLE THIS)

Something that I find quite beautiful is that when they have sex in Reconnect they put a lot of emphasis in their bodies. Whenever there’s something that excites Aoba, when he describes it, it’s something natural about Koujaku, his hands, his gaze, his voice. His voice being a thing especially makes me laugh because it’s not the first time and it’s ironic that the one with the voice powers is Aoba. Of course, when they hold hands too, for him it’s an ideal mix of the romantic and the erotic.

What I want to point out by this is that there are no additions, there is nothing but themselves, naked, in their essence, completing each other. Especially for Koujaku, who's bare body means a lot of exposition. There are also references to nature, of course there’s Ren and Beni, but more importantly they talk about how red and blue merge in the sky at dusk, and when Aoba sees the maple trees in autumn covering the mountains he mentions how beautiful it is, it’s not subtle at all.

The maple (紅葉) can be seen as a symbol of transition, peace, transformation even reincarnation. There is also a tradition of going to see the maple leaves just like with cherry trees in spring, it’s just less known and widespread. You can see in ukiyo-e that their leaves are used to accompany an autumn or romantic scene, as well as in poems, so it can be related to love and the longing for a lover.

Why call your boyfriend handsome when you can tell him that the autumn maple leaves dressing the mountains of his homeland look beautiful when they all turn red.

FOOD

A recurring theme in general is Aoba’s cooking, but we can see that chronologically, since he was a child, he has always wanted to cook something special for Koujaku. When he was a child, he tried to bake a cake for his birthday by himself, without help from his grandmother, he wanted to do everything himself. It didn’t turn out well and he wanted to give Koujaku something else, but he ate it anyway because what mattered the most to him was that Aoba had made it for him, he had made it with love. This greatly influences the way Koujaku sees food. Aoba is embarrassed when he says he can taste his love and wants to deny it, but he keeps cooking for him, regardless.

Cooking is something everyone has to do every day, but there’s something really special about cooking good food for someone else, or receiving someone else’s food. Just as Aoba’s and his mother’s smile have left a deep mark on his memory, so has food. That’s why he’s so enthusiastic about Aoba cooking for him, when he says he can taste his love as the most special ingredient, he really means it. Natural, honest, homemade. He sees love in smiles, and he sees love in the meals he eats, in the kitchen, in home, in family.

The noise of a full, lively kitchen, which for him is a dream. He gets away from the silence of his own apartment, and with the noise he camouflages any opportunity for negative thoughts to flourish.

GETTING LOST

There’s a part, during the conversation they have in the staircase, where he says that he wanted to take a walk, but would probably get lost around there. Which is strange because he eats and sleeps in that house often, there’s no way he doesn’t know the area, that’s his second house!! Not only that but when he comes back to the island we know that he went to Aoba’s house from memory. Like it’s impossible he gets lost here so it’s either NC doing their thing or he just trying to put an excuse as to why he’s waiting there, the truth being that he was just worried and wanted to talk to Aoba but didn’t have the courage to, so instead of calling him he just stayed there, like a guardian dog.

BURNT SKIN

It’s never explained why the tattoo has the effect it has on Koujaku. It gives the entire thing, mixed with all the symbolism and spiritualism we’ve talked about, a fantasy magic feeling. But it is said that it’s a Toue experiment, so we can guess it’s some kind of nanomachine tech that was introduced in his body through the ink, then infecting his body and brain, probably impossible to remove, oomfie imadhatt3r suggested the idea of it growing back and flourishing after Koujaku tried to remove it somehow. The real problem is already an essential part of his body, not just on the surface.

The tattoo canonically feels like it burns his skin, and either it’s real physical pain or ghost pain from when he was being tattooed, but regardless of that it’s curious that his peonies can resemble burnt skin. They also get redder as he loses his sanity, like it’s constantly burning, hurting.

#dmmd #koujaku #aoba seragaki #dramatical murder #aoba #kouao #koujaku dmmd #essay #sketch's there just because at this point

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theladyofbloodshed · 14 days ago

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TRUE NORTH

A @nestaarcheronweek bonus chapter of Hunt x Nesta for my own self-indulgence.

Read the rest of the fic on AO3.

How beautiful life in Lunathion was. It had been almost a year since Nesta Archeron had tumbled from the sky and landed in an unknown world. There had been many challenges although they had lessened with the progression of time. Nesta could work a television, a washing machine, and even a printer when it was behaving. She loved the city. She was made for it. There were so many opportunities for her to seize. Such things used to be impossible. Kept by her father, kept by Rhysand then Cassian. Nesta could make her own choices. And none of them involved dangerous situations.

Nesta hefted her tote bag higher on her shoulder as it began to slip with the weight of the books inside. She rotated between education and pleasure with her reading. Her enrolment to Crescent City University was paving the way for her future, and Nesta was committed to receiving the highest possible grades. They had been set a new assignment. It wasn’t due for three weeks, but she would make a dent in it that evening. She had learnt that she was not like many classmates who left the essay until the night before where stress chased them to the word count. Nesta preferred order and peace.

A sudden gust of wind blew her hair then heavy boots landed behind her. Warm hands seized her wrists and pinned them behind her back.

‘You are under arrest by order of the 33rd.’

‘Oh really?’ she asked. ‘What’s my crime?’

‘Being too beautiful. Distracting an officer from his flight. I nearly flew into a building.’

Hunt Athalar released her hands so Nesta turned to face him. They had met almost one year ago in this very spot although his black hair had hung to his shoulders then. Hunt had since had it cut at her request and he was all the more handsome for it.

‘Tell me, Umbra Mortis. If I was driving a vehicle and the sight of a handsome malakh meant that I crashed into a lamppost, who would be at fault?’

‘You, as the driver of the vehicle.’

Nesta made a noise of agreement. ‘Then, I think this is a you problem rather than a me problem.’

Hunt touched her cheek. ‘Your beauty is everybody’s problem. If I catch Tristan Flynn looking at your legs again, I’ll snap him in half.’ Hunt kissed her playfully with a nip at her bottom lip. ‘And don’t get me started on that dog on the sunball team.’

‘Ithan,’ she corrected. ‘And he was only explaining the boundary rule.’

‘Yeah, well, I can teach him about boundaries.’

She rose up onto her toes to kiss him. These displays of affection were no longer strange or made Nesta feel like she was playing as somebody else. It was natural to seek Hunt out to kiss. Love wasn’t shied away from in Lunathion - and she didn't want to hide hers either. She was so proud of Hunt. Proud to be at his side.

‘Did somebody pluck out a feather today? You’re very grumpy.’

‘I just missed you,’ he murmured, squeezing her so tightly that Nesta’s bones creaked. ‘How was class?’

Together, they walked along a stretch of restaurants, trying to decide what to grab for lunch, while Nesta spoke of her morning’s lectures. Choosing a major had been difficult when she had so little knowledge of the world that was now her home. Her heart was drawn to history, but there were too many gaps that she was at risk of sounding a fool if she did not know the basic history of Lunathion, so she’d settled upon it as a minor. Literature was her major, so Nesta had to pinch herself still that she could read as part of her education.

They tucked into their lunch outside of a café near the Istros since spring was offering them a taste of warm weather. It also allowed Nesta the chance to catch a glimpse of the otters that she loved so much.

‘I wish I had a Mer penpal so I could see them more often,’ she lamented before reaching across the table for one of Hunt’s cheese covered fries.

‘The only Mer I know is Tharion Ketos and there’s not a chance in Hel he’s exchanging love letters with you,’ Hunt scoffed.

When Nesta reached for another fry, Hunt tapped her fingers away. ‘You do this every time, Starlight. No, I’m only having salad then you reach for the best bits of my food.’

Nesta formed a fist with her hand then rested her chin upon it, gazing upon her angel.

‘Don’t look at me like that.’

‘Like what, Orion?’ Nesta crooned, purposefully making her voice sultry.

Hunt released an exasperated sigh then plucked a fry from the plate. ‘Here. This one has the most cheese.’

With a satisfied smile, like the cat that got the cream, Nesta gobbled it down. ‘You’re too good to me, you know?’

Hunt did not share her playing today. He grimaced then pushed his plate towards her. ‘Micah cornered me today.’

The blood in her veins stilled. Any dealings with Micah meant bad news. Although Nesta had left Prythian for good with an eye-watering amount of riches, Hunt – her beautiful Hunt – hadn’t wanted Nesta to use that money on him. It was for her, he said. For her future. It paid for the small apartment and her university fees, but most of it was sitting in a safe in the wardrobe. Hunt’s debt remained looming over both of them.

‘I hate that man.’

His hand slid into hers, squeezing once. ‘Five names tonight.’

It did not matter how many names Hunt eliminated, Micah would never release him. There would always be more names added, more lives for Hunt to end. He carried all of them. There had been days where she lost him, times where Nesta thought she might never have her Orion back from the darkness.

‘After my shift, I will need to fly some distance. They’re not in this city. Don’t wait up, okay? I’m sorry, Nesta. Tomorrow, I have the day off.’

There were no promises of plans for the next day because Hunt’s mood could be anything from morose to catatonic to furious. He’d never let his temper out on her, but when anger filled his chest, Hunt preferred to be alone so would take himself off to the barracks and lock himself into his tiny room. It was kept for him, because – officially – he was not allowed to live anywhere else. Three nights a week was the maximum he could be away from the Comitium as a slave to Micah. They still had to be careful about Nesta’s presence too since she’d appeared from thin air. It was only thanks to Ruhn and his friend, Declan, that Nesta existed at all in Lunathion. Ruhn’s money and Declan’s forgery skills had created Nesta a fake identity along with a fake fae family who lived on a farm in the middle of nowhere if anybody asked.

‘Lunch break’s over,’ Hunt said glumly.

He paid for their food – as he always did, despite his pitiful wages. He was reluctant to ever use the pile of jewels and gold that Feyre had given her in her escape from the House of Wind. If she needed something for university, Hunt liked to buy it for her. A winter coat? He’d gone shopping with her and insisted upon taking care of her in all ways, including financially.

‘I miss you already,’ she said, bringing her arms around his shoulders. Hunt nuzzled close to her, the smell of storms upon his skin. She could have held him there in the street for an eternity. There was so much kindness in him despite everything. Hunt could have clutched to his past, used it to shape his destiny, but he bucked against it and chose to try and be good. She hated Micah with all of her being. That damn archangel killed her own angel a little bit each time he gave another name.

‘Let me look at you.’ Hunt’s dark eyes swept over her face then he offered a closed-lipped smile. ‘Warm the bed for me tonight.’

With a swift kiss, Hunt departed. Air surged towards them as his wings spread out then pulsed together to lift him off of the ground.

Nesta watched him go with a hand against her chest. The weather was fine and Nesta should have gone home, cracked open the windows and sat at her desk to start her essay. But she could not take the sadness on Hunt’s face. Orion Athalar, who had risked so much for her, who would move the stars if she asked him.

She pulled out her cell. It was the same one given to her by Ruhn Danaan although she’d deleted the photos of Tristan Flynn’s manhood long ago from the photo album. Now, it was filled with pictures of her and Hunt, their meals, their adventures, their attempts at snapping photos of otters who never sat still for long. Sometimes, she still had pop-ups for busty fauns in her area although she'd realised it was false.

‘Good afternoon. Here is Nesta Archeron.’

She heard the sigh from the other end clearly. ‘Sweetheart, when you call me, it shows your name. You don’t need to tell me each time.’

‘May I come to your home?’

‘What’s happened? Are you okay? Where are you?’ Ruhn’s voice changed from the careless male to one who did care. Ruhn liked to hide behind different masks of party boy and heartbreaker, but there was a good heart beneath the exterior.

‘Yes. I’m near the Istros, not far from the River Gate.’

‘Oof. Getting a bit close to dog territory there. Tell you what, Nes, I’ll come pick you up – stay put – and you can drive us to mine. See you in five.’

Ruhn arrived with a minute to spare and honked the horn then laughed when it made Nesta jump. He kept the engine running as he hopped out of the driver’s seat, planted a kiss on her cheek, then gestured for her to get in.

‘It’s quite busy. It’s lunch time.’

Ruhn slid into the passenger seat then folded his arms. ‘You’ve done this loads of times now.’

‘Yes. At night. When there are less people for me to mow down.’

‘You know where the brake is and you have the quickest reactions of anybody I’ve ever met.’

Somehow, with coaxing from Ruhn and gritting her teeth, Nesta managed to drive them across the city. There was no joy in driving, although there was freedom. She had her driving test booked then would be able to hire a care with Hunt so they could take trips further afield. He liked to fly her, but it wasn’t always practical with bags or in bad weather. He had threatened her with fishing trips when she had her license though.

Ruhn was opening the door for her, before Nesta could blink. ‘You know, Flynn’s here. He’ll think you’ve come especially to see him.’

Nesta took the hand he offered to exit the car then followed him up the steps to the house. The smell of stale cigarettes and alcohol always affronted her senses and today was no different.

‘Luna bless me, the goddess herself is here,’ called Tristan Flynn from the upstairs landing.

He wouldn’t try to embrace her or kiss her cheek as Ruhn did. Not because of the Umbra Mortis. But because he’d tried once and Nesta nearly broke his neck with the force of her slap. She had more power than those from this land. She could move faster than them, with more strength. Once, Hunt had arm wrestled her to see and when she had focused, she had won.

‘I need to speak to you, Tristan. Both of you.’

That had Ruhn’s brows pulling together. He pulled his cigarette packet from his pocket, but one cocked eyebrow from Nesta had him tucking it away again.

While Ruhn went to make coffee, Nesta tried to find a surface in the living room that seemed clean. With a wince, she perched upon the arm of the couch that Tristan sprawled on.

‘Be thankful there isn’t a blue light. You’d never step foot in this house again.’

‘Will your parents arrange a marriage for you soon?’

‘Why? Are you interested?’

Nesta gave him a sarcastic smile. ‘I’m merely wondering how many more females there are in Lunathion that you and Ruhn haven’t had your sordid way with.’

‘Definitely one,’ he replied, giving her a heated look that she did not reciprocate.

Spirals of steam rose from their cups of coffee. Nesta would need to put on a brave face to drink it because she doubted the mugs were particularly clean. Still, Ruhn was trying. He flitted into her life frequently to check in, almost like a big brother she supposed. She was grateful for him – although she wished they would clean their house more. Or pay somebody to clean it.

‘I would like to purchase Hunt’s freedom. He doesn’t want me to.’

‘How the hell would you have the money to do that?’

‘I have it. Let’s leave it at that. I cannot be the one to purchase him, however. We know why attention cannot come to me.’

If anybody dug too deeply into her identity, they would realise it was false. There could be no spotlight pointed at Nesta. Hunt had likened their situation to a house of cards. He’d built one to show her how flimsy and fragile it was. If the Asteri knew who she was – what she was – then it exposed Prythian too.

‘So, you want us to make a bid for the infamous avenging angel. My father will have my balls, Nesta.’

‘Not you,’ she said then turned her gaze to Tristan Flynn. ‘Tristan, you care little for your family’s opinion. You have so much money in a trust fund that it won’t be out of the ordinary to pay such a sum.’

Tristan remained in his casual sprawl but Nesta made out the faint thrum of his heart, faster than it should be. ‘And what am I meant to do when I purchase him? Have him clean my room? Smite my enemies?’

‘You free him.’

Ruhn shushed his friend when he burst into false, riotous laughter at her expense. Laughter, Nesta could take. She had been locked in a house with no way of leaving. Forced to follow a man who tended to her misery rather than ending it. The week she had spent in Lunathion had been the best of her life – good enough for Nesta to take a chance on a forever here – all thanks to Hunt. She owed it to him to give him the life he deserved.

‘To sweeten the deal, I will use my magic for you. Three times.’

That had both of them pausing.

Deals were lofty things and fae in this world took them as seriously as they did in Prythian.

‘Give us a sec, Nesta,’ said Ruhn, as he beckoned for Tristan to follow him out into the kitchen to discuss it.

She sipped at her coffee which was better than expected although her stomach was in knots. If Flynn refused, there were only two other options. The first was to make the bid herself and lay everything on the line. The second was akin to slavery in itself. There was another rich and powerful fae in this city, but she doubted the Autumn King would ever agree to purchase Hunt without forcing her into a marriage with him or his son. It would be miserable, but she had contemplated it on the nights where Hunt came home empty and broken. On the nights where she held him to her in the bed to keep him from falling apart, Nesta had wondered if she would ever be able to explain that she would marry the Autumn King if it meant he was no longer a slave. That his happiness meant more to her than hers ever did.

The two males returned. Tristan’s eyes raked over her face then he said, ‘Two uses of your magic – but a free demonstration of it now.’

Although Nesta had given it up to save her sister and nephew’s lives, a kernel remained. For flame, a kernel was enough to spread. She had not made the Drop as they did in this land. Their power had its hands tied behind its back whereas hers, her magic that she’d never wanted, even in its smallest form was so much more than they could produce.

***

All Hunt Athalar wanted was to be home. The sight of the building had his heart beating again. It was on the third floor in a shitty building with an elevator that rarely worked but Nesta had made it a home and she was so glad to have a place of her own. She was so thankful for everything where others would find misery. Because of her, Hunt’s heart kept beating. It retreated to a place that was empty and dark to try and hide his feelings, but Nesta had a way of bringing it – bringing him – back to life.

The light was on in the lounge and the sound of the bath being filled greeted his ears. Their hamster, Smudge, one of Nesta’s whims which he’d had to indulge, ran on its bright orange wheel. He poked his finger through the bar as a greeting then continued on before it could chomp at his skin.

Nesta met him in the bathroom doorway, her arms coming round his neck before Hunt could even spit out a hello.

‘Why is it that the minutes pass unbearably slow without you? Then they race to catch up when you’re home?’

She kissed his cheek before Hunt could warn her against it. Although he wore his helmet when he worked for Micah, blood had a way of still splattering up his chin and onto his cheeks. The blood had never unsettled her. She seemed to compartmentalise that part of him and not let it affect her judgement of the rest of him.

‘Hop in,’ she murmured, gesturing to the bathtub before turning off the taps.

A mountain of bubbles grew at one end and she’d even lit candles. It was better not to use the brighter overhead light because the bathroom had mouldy seals that the landlord was dragging his feet over to replace and it made them more visible. Hunt wished he could give her a better life. Nesta deserved so much better than a cramped one-bedroom apartment. It sat near the human district which made it dangerous for her. She waved away his worries. Said it was strange to have somebody who worried over her – which only made Hunt more devastated.

Hunt took her hand. His throat was closing up, but he had to tell her these words before he sunk into the dark. ‘I love you. So much.’

Nesta brought his bloodied hand to her lips and kissed the back of it. ‘Do you want me here or to be alone?’

He swallowed. ‘Here. Please.’

The darkness reached out its claws for Hunt. Half-way through washing his body, Hunt shut down. It seemed like too much effort to continue. The darkness had teeth that pressed to his throat, holding him there.

I want it to end. I want it to be over.

A hand slipped down his back then searched through the bubbly water for the sponge. Hunt screwed his eyes shut with embarrassment that once again he needed his damn girlfriend to wash him. He hated himself. Hated that this was the life he offered Nesta. And she thanked him for it. How bad had her life been before that she was grateful for a fucked up slave and a crap apartment?

‘Keep your eyes closed now,’ she said, her voice close to his ear.

Nesta tipped his head back to wash his hair. He dreaded to think what colour he was turning the bath water. It was better not to think of the lives he ended. He’d force himself into the endless dark rather than face what he did for Micah.

‘I’m going to fluff you up like a chicken,’ whispered Nesta, as she took his hand and tugged for him to stand.

By now, Hunt knew how to navigate the bathroom with his eyes closed. It made it easier if he kept them shut. He couldn’t take a mirror. Couldn’t bear to see hollow eyes and despair staring back at home.

A towel was rubbed down his body then back up. The click of the hairdryer sounded then a blast of hot air was shot towards his wings. In these moments, Hunt tried to divert his sorrow towards good memories. They were few, but most involved his Starlight. Her discovering what a hairdryer was. The first time he’d let her blow-dry his wings. The ensuing laughter.

How Nesta could be with him, he didn’t know. Hunt did not deserve her.

She paused her task to make little cheeping noises then continued lovingly running the hairdryer over his wings until they were completely dry.

In bed, Hunt still couldn’t open his eyes. He was doing a mental count of all the places that he had shown Nesta and how many more he still needed to show her to provide a different avenue than sorrow. They still hadn’t been to a theme park. Nesta wanted to see a musical too. He’d teased her about fishing trips. It was hope that would lead him out of this. Hope and Nesta.

‘You are better than all of the stars, my Orion.’

Dawn brought with it a light drizzle that gave Hunt a headache. Last night didn’t weigh as heavily on him although he’d hardly slept. Nesta’s warm body slipped away from him with the promise of a hot coffee in bed. He truly didn’t deserve her.

One of his t-shirts skimmed her thighs as she returned brandishing two mugs. She had decided months ago that she was not a coffee person. She could only drink it when it was pumped full of syrups and topped with cream, so opted for tea to wake her up in the mornings now. Her blonde hair fell loosely to her shoulders. Hunt had nearly wept when she’d decided to have it cut, but it made her happy and was easier to manage at the shorter length.

‘Hey, handsome,’ she said, setting the mugs down on his bedside table before perching on the edge of the mattress. Nesta’s fingers pushed his hair out of his face. ‘I missed you yesterday.’

‘I told you not to wait up.’

There was a fierce look upon her face. He’d seen it once or twice when she heard sneers from brave humans or cocky wolves.

From the small drawer, she pulled out a cheque. In a terrible hand, Micah’s name had been written as the recipient.

Tristan Flynn.

‘What the fuck is this?’

‘I went to speak with Ruhn and Tristan yesterday. He will purchase you from Micah on my behalf. The jewellery from my sister will-’

‘No,’ Hunt said sharply. ‘No.’

‘Orion,’ she began.

‘No, Nesta. We’ve talked about this. I am not having you give up all of that money for me. I’m not having it. And don’t ever owe Tristan Flynn or his family.’

He wanted to tear up the cheque.

Hunt’s eyes snapped to Nesta’s face. ‘What did you do? Flynn won’t risk his neck for anyone except Ruhn and Declan. What deal have you made with him?’

A sudden horror washed over Hunt as he imagined another tattoo upon her skin like the star on her back that hadn’t been fulfilled. Fae were pricks. All of them – except his one. They weren’t selfless, weren’t altruistic. No, Flynn would have bargained to get what he wanted. There was no way he would do anything without gaining something.

Nesta folded her hands in her lap and looked down at them. ‘Two uses of my magic whenever he requests it.’

He pressed a hand over his mouth. If Micah got a whiff of her powers, Hel, if the Asteri did, Nesta would become their weapon. They already ran the risk of somebody looking too closely at Nesta as a result of his association with him. This was too much. Hunt scrubbed his face with his calloused hands. ‘Fuck, Nesta. Why did you do it?’

‘You cannot think why?’ Her fingers grazed along his jaw. ‘You are the most important person in my life, Hunt. How can I watch you break a little more each time Micah sends you away? You changed my life. You saved me. Why can’t I save you?’

His eyes fluttered closed at her touch. Would it ever not immobilise him? It had been so long since anybody had touched him simply because they could not stop themselves from it. To be touched without malice or to be used was special.

‘Nesta,’ he breathed.

His Starlight straddled his lap on the bed, their hot drinks forgotten for now. She brushed the tip of her nose to his then her lips sought his. ‘I don’t want to spend this day arguing. It relies on Micah being willing to sell you anyway.’

‘I appreciate the lengths you’d go for me. I’ve never had that before,’ admitted Hunt.

Not with Shahar. Their relationship was never more than blowing off steam of desire or an outlet when the tunnel narrowed on them. They were a leader and her general for the majority of time, until one of them nearly died then the sex was animalistic. Shahar knew he was an asset. It wasn’t a gentle love. It wasn’t like this. He couldn’t imagine Shahar wanting to lay beside him and giggle over videos of chimeras. But, Hunt wouldn’t be the male he was now without that history. It was because of Shahar that he sought a peaceful life with Nesta.

‘There isn’t a path that I wouldn’t walk for you. You saved me, Hunt. Everyday, I am a little more like me because of you.’

Hunt leaned forwards to kiss her again.

‘I’d say we have about four minutes.’

‘Until what?’

Hunt grinned. ‘Until my coffee is too cold to drink.’

He rolled her from him easily then hauled the t-shirt she wore up over her ass. He smacked her there then kissed the same spot while Nesta buried her face against a pillow with laughter.

‘How would you like it, my lady?’

Nesta pushed up from her stomach with her elbows to glance over her shoulder at him. ‘By my calculations, you have about three and a half minutes now.’

‘Four thrusts it is,’ he teased.

Everything with Nesta was great – but the sex was magnificent. He didn’t know if it was because she was fae, or from another world, or just because she was her. Hunt couldn’t have enough. In the year since she had fallen from the sky, they’d tried every position possible twice over. Fast and rough, unyielding and teasing, soft and slow. They had a whole draw stuffed with toys and handcuffs, and anything else she had wanted to try out. All of it was a gift. Any moment with Nesta was.

His hand went around her middle, hauling her ass up in the air.

‘Make those four thrusts count,’ said Nesta.

Four was if Hunt was being generous. The sight of her, his beautiful girlfriend on her knees, face down and the rest of her exposed to him already had his composure unravelling. Nesta was a goddess.

He tapped his cock against her entrance.

‘Don’t tease.’

Hunt fought back a grin. He licked his fingers then smeared them at her entrance, but he found Nesta already wet. His cock was heavy in his grasp as Hunt guided it inside. It had Nesta giving a small cry as she adjusted to the size. That little noise had Hunt screwing his eyes shut. If he even looked at her now, they’d be on a total of zero thrusts and he’d be lost.

Nesta was tight and wet, the warm grip had Hunt short-circuiting. With his hands braced on the headboard, he gave a final moan and filled her.

While she showered, Hunt made them breakfast. They’d worked out that pancakes were far cheaper to make at home so he had become the appointed pancake master. She preferred them thin so she could roll them up and eat them quicker.

‘What are we doing today then?’

Nesta drummed her fingers upon the table. ‘A re-match, since I’m feeling generous.’

‘Try playing with the bumpers down from time to time, Stargirl. We’ll see who wins.’

Lunathion offered a world of opportunities. There were always new places popping up across the city. Nesta only cared for one place. The sticky bowling alley that he’d taken her to on her first week in the city. There were three places to bowl, but she still said that one was the best. They went so often that Hunt had purchased them a membership so they could bowl for free.

Her style had shifted over time as she explored the various shops. Jeans were a staple, but at home – where she was more comfortable – Nesta would slink into sinful yoga pants or steal his clothes. Heels were not allowed in the house; she’d worn them a couple of times and declared them torture devices. She slid about in front of the row of glow-in-the-dark balls.

‘You know, I think bowling shoes are the most comfortable to wear,’ she noted.

Hunt couldn’t hide his laugh. ‘A shame you resemble a clown in them.’

‘You still haven’t taken me to the circus.’

‘You’re welcome at the Comitium anytime.’

An eyeroll met him then Nesta slid her arm around his shoulders to peer at the small screen. The corners of her mouth ticked up at the names he’d given them for that day. Hunt liked to choose new ones based on their jokes and laughter from that week. Once, she’d shot cola out of her nose mid-laughter so he’d dubbed her The Snorter for bowling. Today, he’d opted for a relic of their first week together where she’d introduced herself to Isaiah and Hunt stuttered over his own introduction.

‘The Um and The Bard?’

‘It has a nice ring to it,’ he said, kissing her cheek then slapping her ass as a sign to take her turn.

Nesta had racked up the most wins, but she had hollow victories using the bumpers. Hunt played without them – the proper way.

There were a bunch of kids bolting around and birthday parties were being hosted. It was a noisy place to be with squealing, music, and pins constantly knocked down. The floor around the benches was always sticky from spilled soda. It had taken Hunt a long time to realise that Nesta liked this place because it was so different from anything she knew. She’d once told him that it was like using a sword except nobody was hurt. She could release her frustrations and anger safely by rolling a heavy ball at some pins – and at the end of it could get a milkshake rather than muscle pains.

Hunt was finally winning two games to one when Nesta disarmed him entirely.

‘I wish I could go back to Prythian sometimes.’

He chewed the skin around his nail to give him time to think of something to say in return. The Harp remained in Prythian, with only maybe one of Nesta’s sisters capable of wielding it though she doubted they would try. The Horn was another issue in itself. As far as the city knew, it was still missing. They had tried to destroy it, but even with Nesta’s diluted magic, it could not be destroyed. Ruhn Danaan kept it in a thick safe in his basement – although it had randomly made appearances in their apartment of its own accord. In those instances, Hunt would stuff it into a bag and fly it over to Danaan’s place. It had once teleported to Nesta’s handbag when they were out for a picnic. If she wanted to go home, the Horn was still there to be used.

‘We can make it happen,’ he said, voice fighting a losing battle not to reveal the devastation overcoming him. ‘A small toot then we can move you back there. I can help you pack what you want and-’

‘Orion Athalar, what are you wittering about?’

Wittering? He’d never been accused of such a thing.

Hunt struggled to look at her. This was a conversation that he knew would happen eventually. He didn’t know it would be so soon though. Nor did he expect it to happen in a fucking bowling alley while a kid screamed at her dad for ice cream.

He scratched the back of his neck. ‘I know I can’t give you the life you deserve. I just want you to be happy wherever that is – and if it’s not there then-’

‘Hunt,’ she said on a sigh. Nesta’s fingers sought his face. Tenderly, she ran the tips down his cheek. ‘Oh, my Hunt. I have sisters, a nephew, and friends there. It’s natural to think of them – to miss them. Sometimes I would like to see them. There is no desire in my heart to ever return there. Do not think for a moment that this life with you is one I do not want. You are better than all of the stars, Orion.’

He bent to touch his forehead to hers, the edges of his panic receding.

‘I wish I could see Emerie and Gwyn simply to show you off. I want to show them this male that I found for myself who is so wonderful and fun and everything I could ever want.’

‘I’m not that great.’

Great at killing, sure. Great to have as a general in an uprising, yeah. But Hunt had little else to offer. A bastard malakh who was a slave. Hardly a prize.

‘You are,’ insisted Nesta. ‘I am so proud of you. Proud to be yours.'

'Why?'

Nesta's lips sought his. The kiss was a slow smoulder. 'All of my life, somebody else has steered the ship or I've been lost in storms with no control. I never felt like me. I didn't want that to be my life. It wasn't my purpose. Wasn't where I belonged. This is the first decision I made for myself. I have weathered many storms, Hunt Athalar, because they led me to you. All of those storms were a sign. You are everything, Orion. You are my true north. My home. My heart. My everything.’

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