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Why don't you ship usuk?
Because there are many types of love, and I honestly think familial love applies much better here.
That is not to say I donât understand why one ships them or that they donât fit, because that would be a lie. They are similar and different in equal measures, which makes them a great pair, and the gloomy vs. sunshine trope is appealing, but I canât really ship them because there is a certain unconditional love between them thatâs familial and not romantic in my opinion.
Familial bonds are foundational, providing a sense of security, identity, and history. Romantic bonds are more fluid, passionate, and dynamic, built on mutual attraction and emotional connection. Romantic love can be fleeting, can come and go, can destroy you and resent someone so much you want to destroy them because of the risks of change and heartbreak, but only a familial bond is enduring and eternal despite conflict or distance.
Take it with a grain of salt because, and I will repeat, this is just my opinion, and Iâm sure someone must have put this into better words before, but I never talked about it, and I feel like developing this question.
America is the boy who grew up admiring England, doing everything to please, and while England felt this huge unconditional love for him because he was his boyâthe best thing that ever happened to him reallyâhe is a messy person who has trouble opening up, and each time he tried he would say the wrong thing or just dismiss America entirely. He was a strong empire with bigger problems at home, many places to be from one corner of the world to the other, and his guilt was enormous because he could see that America was just like him: a small, unruly thing who was lonely and unprepared, which meant toughening him up. It was exactly what made him become what England became, but obviously the situation is much different, times are different, and America may have many similarities to him on the surface, but deep down he is a completely different person.
(Sidenote: I headcanon that his avoidant and anxious attachment style is more like Francis than like England's avoidant tsundere, which makes Arthur astonished and completely out of his depth. Another thing to take into account is that, just like Francis, America is his own person and much more resilient than England, something England doesn't fully understand. England is sensible, prone to hold onto traditions since they give him control, and his youth was such a mess he was never his own person and suffers from a chronic identity and woes.Â
Not that England shows that side of him; like all nations, his mask was carefully built to make him look unfeeling and cold, a preventive measure that creates a distance that is very common between parents and children. It's very difficult to read old nations properly; they have a flair for theatrics and meticulous rules and etiquette that only they still follow. America doesn't understand it, but he's not interested in knowing it either since he willingly prefers to be seen as a fool, his own facade, and basically ignores it, which only increases that distance.Â
France uses his dramatic nature to overexpose and act out emotions that blatantly hide his real feelings, and I get the feeling that sometimes Alfred does that just to infuriate England.)
Now, America indeed needed to get rid of England, not only for his country but because of Arthur himself.
Arthur, the person, was emotionally dependent on him. He controlled everything to fuel up that dependency, and Alfred was finally enlightened enough to see that while he loved his father figure he was being caged in. He is his own man; he is strong enough, and he aims higher than heâs allowed to, so there is only one solution: freedom.
France plays a huge part in this by telling him about the days of his own captivity, days spent locked in palaces, forced to be the ideal 'representative' his bosses dreamed of a nation like him when all he wanted was to be a pirate like Spain, a missionary travelling the world, maybe dress prettily like he always loved without being forced to forgo certain colours or fashion, and most important of all: mingle with his lovely humans instead of sitting in his gilded cage. France is petty, and his resentment fuelled his words, but at the same time he saw promise in America, even if that promise was mainly to undermine and distract England from his goals.
(I will always hc that Francis dreamed of a world in his image and truly thought that having it all would bring peace and beauty for all these unfortunate souls who are less civilised.)
I digress here, but America looked up to France too because while England likes to trash talk his enemy, he respects him and even admires certain parts of him, which led to America's willingness to meet the blasted frog who makes England so angry he shakes like a flustered puppy.
This is to say that the fallout of the relationship between father and son was a mess because they wouldn't communicate. It doesn't mean the fallout wasn't neededâfar from it. England was always too proud to back down, unwilling to conceive that he was not completely right and righteous in what he did for America because ultimately he was doing his best and loved him more than anything else.
But as soon as the war was over, they sat together and made new agreements that completely neglected all the others who helped America in the war. True story, it's like the kid who finally leaves home yet needs the parents help to make his new house presentable and functional. I imagine England would give him a proper trousseau, something he never gave anyone else because this was his heir and greatest hope/disappointment.
Still, there was a strain. Arthur was truly hurt, felt abandoned, and blamed everyone and himself for what happened, and Alfred was also hurt because all he wanted was Arthurâs support yet all he got was stiflement.
I think Alfred was always sure of Arthurâs love (unlike Matthew with Francis), but because Arthur canât properly show it in a reasonable way (everyone has different needs and Alfredâs love languages are way different than Arthurâs in the end), their relationship was strained for that wretched century. It didn'tâ help that Arthur was still trying to meddle in his business when he was growing and proving himself. Most of all, Alfred wanted to impress and show the world his valour, something Arthur didnât think he needed to do because his worth was always very clear to him.
They only really begin speaking when they are forced together by the wars. The first one showed them how similar their interests and ways of working are, which opened them a little for proper communication, and the second really made them sit down and talk because enough is enough and America is a superpower in his own right and England is not as mighty as he once was, but he is still respected and finally begins to learn how to let Alfred go and trusts him to come back safe.
Nowadays, they're more in tune than not. England reluctantly let's America do his thing despite being the first to run across the world just to point out he warned him as he bakes him a treat (he's a lovely baker), and America, despite it all, keeps sneakily asking for England's advice because he's old and lived too long, and America secretly will always look up to him as an example and moral compass.
The thing with love and parents is that the relationship will never be easy.
You don't really communicate; the parents always see you as a small kid who keeps fucking up; you see them as obsolete fools who try to keep relevant despite the world being completely different, yet you still love each other and behave a lot like one another despite it all.
Alfred truly resembles Arthur in certain things (just ask Russia who will tell that he did the same thing during both the great game with England and the cold war with America, or maybe France, who has a certain fondness for America because he reminds him of the enemy across the channel. You can even ask China, who will tell his memory, sometimes mixes them both together, greedy children who can't play nice and enjoy disturbing his sleep. The only ones who refuse to see the semblance are indeed Arthur and Alfred, yet I think Alfred is more aware of it than Arthur, king of denial) and is almost a truly different version of England in others, but in the end it's pretty much clear that theyâre related, or at least love each other unconditionally in a way a romantic love would destroy.
#aph america#aph england#ratdad and ratson are finally talked about here#aph france#america golden heir and ratson#england the empire of rocks#the loving french menace#usuk#I guess
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The kylian mbappe urge to slap your teammates
#its his love language!#a kitten in human form truly#kylian mbappé#gifs not mine#pls take credit if it is your m#i stole from google rip#anyway i love my french cameroonian menace
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thing is "revolution" was originally "reactionary" in the most literal sense. it was about returning to an earlier state (from which the revolutionaries believed the current state had degenerated from).
it's literally in the name. revolution. revolving. rolling back. returning to the beginning.
#that's at least how the term was applied when it was originally coined in that political sense#the glorious revolution wasn't seen as the establishment of something new#but it was actually viewed as an attempt to restore the original anglo-saxon constitution#as opposed to james' more âfrench-styleâ autocratic constitution#ârestore the stuartsâ -- no#restore the tudors#idk how just do it#english-welsh protestant alliance against the scottish-french papist menace#I LOVE GETTING HEATED OVER CENTURIES OLD RELIGIOUS/POLITICAL FEUDS#i lost the plot guys i don't know where i was going with this one
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Poor Amalia. She's handling this rather well. Though she's soon gonna realize the French guy is one of the scarier ones.
On the flip side, what would happen if the main cast of TWST accidentally wound up back in little Silver's world (of course with little Silver)?
Little Silver's aunt, Amalia, was not expecting the missing boy to come back with a bunch of magical boys in tow.
I think the initial introductions would go smoothly enough. She's good at rolling with the punches after looking after my little weirdo for so long.
I'm very amused by the idea of Rook being French without a France existing in TW.
Terry and Philip, of course, have to get involved. (Note that, in this scenario, they never bounced into TW. This would be their first time meeting the magical boys.) Idia does not enjoy Terry's energy level at all, but I think Philip would have a good time with all of the guys.
Overall, I think their stay would be pretty uneventful. Not the most comfortable, especially for Malleus (because of his horns), but relaxed.
Bonus:
Kalim, Malleus, and Leona vanishing from the school would be a terrible thing indeed. Poor Crowley is just praying for them to reappear before anyone finds out.
#theres so many details i love dude#the absolute menacing aura of these giants behind Silver#dragon... husband?#eh#Silvers wild enough for that to happen.#also him just smiling and not denying it while Deuce corrected her about his Spade#i am also amused by the idea of Rook being french in a world where france doesnt exist#her attempts to figure out how to feed them#she made the same deduction i would that sharp teeth means carnivorous#jade malleus and leona having to share a blanket#theyr faces dude#they might murder each other in the night#Terry immediately calls it a Silvers harem of course#and Crowley being... Crowley.
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â ËïœĄâàšà§Ë â Mine
Charles Leclerc x fem!reader
Summary: He's yours, and you're his. That's how it should be.
Tw: DARK, implied smut, obsession, manipulation, possessive behavior, branding, angst, jealous charles, some grammatical error, not proofread, google translated french cause i can't speak french and sorry if i wrote it wrong i just started writing again so idk if this is good or not.
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From the start, Charles was nothing more than amazingâhe would give you endless adoration and assurance, and overall was the perfect boyfriend. He would worship you like you were some kind of goddessâwell, in his eyes, you were.Â
But Over time, his once pure love became a crazy obsession.
The need to always be by your side and not let any other guys come closer to you, talk to you, or even breathe the same air as you intoxicated his mind and clouded his judgment.
And you start to see changes that would never occur in the pastâchanges that weren't good. Like that time when you and Carlos were just casually talking and catching upâthat sight alone was enough to make his once-puppy dog eyes become piercing ones. Burning a hole in both the backs of your heads, from across the room you could see how tensed he was, his jaws clenched and his hands gripped the seat making the texture of the seat all crinkly.
At that time you only shook it off as a "concerned gesture" and never said anything about it to him.
But then it was constantly happening; he would always get riled up whenever someone would just approach you, whether it was a girl, boy, kid, or even animals; he was getting jealous over almost everything.Â
You started to worry that things would get even more complicated as they continued. So you stood your ground and got up the courage to voice your concern to him.Â
...
"Charlie?" you said softly, entering the room, where he was reading. Your eyes scanned around the room then stopped when you spotted his figure.
There he was, sitting by the fireside with a book in his right hand and the other resting on the armrest. He looked like one of those guys that were sculptured to perfection, but you knew that, underneath that godlike demeanor was one possessive beast that was hard to tame.
Hearing your voice, Charles looked up from your direction and immediately lit up. "Oui? Mon chĂ©ri," he responded with his thick French accent.Â
You smiled half-heartedly and slowly walked to where he sat. From your action, he could tell that something was bothering you.Â
His face scrunched up with a frown as he stared intently at you as you sat down on one of the armrests.Â
"Is there something bothering you, Mon cĆur?" he asked, lowering down the book he was reading and then slowly snaked up his free hand to rest on your waist.
You let out a deep sigh before answering, "You'll tell me when something's up right?"
He didnât answer but just tilted his head and stared at you blankly. At that moment there were many questions running through his mind, but one particular thought stood out: Why would you ask something out of the blue when everything has been perfect? not unless someone put thoughts into that pretty little naive head of yours.Â
He let out a low chuckleâthe grip on your waist tightened as he sucked out a breathâyour eyes met his. Seeing the lack of emotion as he stared back at you, sent shivers down your spine, and what scared you even more was when he gave you a calm but menacing smile.
"What makes you think that there's a problem sweetheart?"
You bit your lower lip, holding back the urge to just blurt out your thoughts.
That small gesture was not left unnoticed by Charles. He raised his other hand and touched your lower lip, softly grazing his thumb to where you sunk your teeth. "You know you can tell me anything, right? Mon cĆur? he assured.
His expression didn't change; the loving eyes that you once knew were now an emotionless void. With that look, you knew he was getting impatient the longer you stayed silent.
Breaking the silence, you slowly nodded your head and smiled lightly. "Yeah, I know baby, itâs just that youâve been off lately and you get so riled up easily, mon amourâI know that you mean no harm, but itâs just too much and i-"
âDo you think I like being that way? âCharles cuts you off.
He gazed at youâeyes filled with rage from what you just said. You squeaked at his burning glare and were quick to look away. The hand that used to rest in your waist was now at the bridge of his nose, pinching it with frustration.Â
"You know i wouldn't be that way if not for you, y/n. I am just keeping you safe from all those disgusting men at the paddock, tu ne sais pas de quoi ils sont capables y/n (you don't know what they are capable of)."
You kept your head down and stayed quiet, not wanting to say anything further that might ignite more of his anger.Â
Charles stared at your weak state and sighed heavily.Â
He stood up, standing in front of you. His hands are cupping both your cheeks, forcing you to stare at him. Charles rubbed your rosy cheeks soothingly, making you lean in on his touch.
"Everything I do is for you, mon chéri, okay?"
You looked at him through your eyelashes and smiled. Charles just wants you to be safe and there's nothing wrong with it, maybe your just overthinking it?.
Charles smiled and kissed your temple; hugging you close to him as if you'd leave once he let's go.
Only a fool would believe that Charles's "just wants you to be safe".
Y/n was a fool
...
Your body jolted at the sensation, your hand moving to your mouth as you bit down the urge to moan out loud.
The two of you were inside a closet room in the pit. Charles decided to pull this stunt the moment he laid eyes on you and Max talking. Like usual, he got riled up and dragged you somewhere secluded to "teach you a lesson".
Tears swell up your eyes, making your vision go blurry. Your other hand was pushing his head away and attempting to stop him from diving into your cunt and eating it like there was no tomorrow.Â
"Stop," Charles hissed, grabbing both your wrist and pinning it above your headârestricting your movements.
"What did i tell you about talking to others?"
You gulped down the lump in your throat and shook your head. "I am sorry, mon amour" your eyes pleading for him to stop.
Charles scoffed, gripping your jaw tightly. "espĂšce de salope (you slut), you just want everyone's attention, don't you?"
"Charlie, no, it's not like that," you begged, your voice shaking as his grip on your jaw tightened.
"Oh, I'll give you attention alright, Chienne (bitch)," he cussed, his accent making his aura more frightening.
...
You lay emotionless on the table, tears falling down your faceâyour clothes on the ground, your hair a mess, and your body filled with his markings.
In the corner of the room, Charles was fixing his clothes. Acting as if nothing had happened.Â
He then went over to you and pulled your body towards him, crassing your hair and kissing your temple. "Je t'aime tellement mon amour."
...
Should i make a part 2?? Btw hope you like this idk if i did it okay i just wanted to write again and like always my request are open!!
#imagine#fanfic#formula 1#smut#formula 1 x reader#formula 1 imagine#formula 1 x you#formula 1 fanfic#charles leclerc#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc smut#carlos sainz#max verstappen#scuderia ferrari#charles leclerc story#charles leclerc scenarios#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#f1
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Blow Out the Candles
Charles Leclerc x birthday girl!Reader
Summary: the many ways that you and Charles celebrate your birthday throughout the years
Warnings: vague depictions of childbirth and labor
Itâs my birthday today so this is my gift to you đ«¶
You let out a long sigh as you lean back against the cold concrete wall of the holding cell. This is not exactly how you pictured spending your birthday weekend.
The heavy steel door clangs shut behind you, the sound echoing in the cramped space. Looking around, you take in the sparse furnishings â a bench along one wall, a grimy leaking sink in the corner, and a single window so dirty that it barely lets in any light.
Charming.
You hear voices and footsteps approaching. Keys jangle and the door swings open again. A police officer steps aside and another person stumbles into the cell.
He looks to be about your age or a little older, with messy brown hair and a bewildered expression. The officer mumbles something about âsorting this out shortlyâ before slamming the door closed once more.
The new arrival blinks in confusion before noticing you sitting on the bench. âOh! Sorry, I didnât see you there,â he says with an accent you canât quite place. French, maybe? He runs a hand through his tousled hair sheepishly.
You give a wry smile. âDonât worry about it. I take it youâre joining me for the complimentary holding cell experience?â
He chuckles, leaning back against the wall across from you. âYeah, something like that. Iâm Charles.â
âY/N,â you reply. âNice to meet you, cellmate.â
Charles grins, and you canât help but notice how his nose crinkles up when he smiles. Itâs kind of adorable. âThe pleasure is mine,â he says gallantly, giving a theatrical little bow that makes you laugh.
âSo Charles, what terrible crime did you commit to land yourself in this lovely establishment?â You ask with mock seriousness.
He smirks. âWould you believe me if I said jaywalking?â
You raise an eyebrow. âSeriously?â
âSeriously,â he confirms. âI was trying to get to the bakery before they sold out of croissants. I may have darted across the street ⊠outside of the crosswalk.â He shakes his head ruefully. âThe things I do for pastries.â
You have to laugh. âA real menace to society, you are.â
He grins again. âWhat about you? Donât tell me youâre in for armed robbery or something.â
âMe? No way,â you scoff. âI was taking the metro downtown and I may have ⊠accidentally used an expired metro card. The transit cops dragged me off at the next stop. I tried to explain it was an honest mistake but they werenât having it.â
âAh, a hardened criminal!â Charles exclaims in mock horror, eyes twinkling with amusement.
âClearly. Us lawbreakers need to stick together,â you joke.
You both erupt into laughter, the sound ringing brightly in the dreary holding cell.
As your laughter subsides, Charles regards you curiously. âSo do you make a habit of riding the metro with expired cards, Y/N?â
You make a face. âNo, I just grabbed the wrong card in my wallet this morning. I was rushing to get downtown and didnât even think to check.â
âWhy were you in such a hurry?â
You hesitate. The real reason seems kind of silly now that youâre stuck in a jail cell. âItâs my birthday today,â you explain with a self-conscious shrug. âI was meeting some friends for brunch downtown to celebrate. Guess Iâm going to be late for that.â
âItâs your birthday?â Charlesâ eyes widen. âWell, happy birthday!â
You crack a smile. âThanks.â
âIâm sorry you got stuck in here for your birthday,â he says sympathetically. âThat really sucks.â
You give another shrug. âHonestly, this will make for a pretty funny story later. Not exactly how I wanted to spend today, but what can you do?â
Charles nods thoughtfully. A moment later his face lights up. âI know what we can do! Since weâre stuck in this lovely cell, we should have our own little birthday celebration. I can sing for you!â
You raise your eyebrows, surprised but charmed by the offer. âReally? You donât have to do that.â
âItâs your birthday, of course I do!â He insists.
Clearing his throat theatrically, he launches into an enthusiastic, if not exactly tuneful, rendition of âHappy Birthday.â
His voice echoes off the concrete walls as he gesticulates dramatically, getting really into it by the second verse. You canât help giggling as he puts his whole heart into hitting the high notes.
By the time he finishes with a flourish, youâre both laughing again.
âThat was amazing, thank you,â you tell him, still chuckling.
He gives an exaggerated bow. âMy pleasure, birthday girl. Sorry I donât have a cake to go with the song.â
You grin. âThatâs okay. 10 out of 10 performance.â
Charles smiles, looking adorably pleased with himself.
You regard him thoughtfully. âYou know, you really didnât have to do that. Singing for a total stranger in a holding cell.â
He shrugs. âI wanted to. You seemed like you could use a pick-me-up.â
âWell, it worked. I definitely feel better.â You study him for a moment. âYouâre pretty strange, Charles.â
âIâll take that as a compliment,â he laughs.
You shake your head amusedly. You have to admit, youâre really enjoying his company. For someone you just met under bizarre circumstances, heâs remarkably easy to talk to.
Charles checks his watch. âI hope they let us out of here soon. Those croissants are calling my name.â
âAnd Iâve got mimosas waiting for me,â you add.
As if on cue, footsteps sound outside. You both look up expectantly as keys rattle in the lock.
The door swings open and the officer from before steps in. âAlright you two, come with me. We got it all sorted out, youâre free to go.â
You share a relieved look with Charles as you both follow the officer out. After a quick stop to collect your belongings, you step outside into the sunshine.
Charles turns to you with a smile. âWell, it was very nice to meet you, Y/N. Happy birthday again!â
âThanks, Charles.â You smile warmly at your strange but lovely cellmate. âThis turned out to be a pretty memorable birthday after all.â
He looks pleased. âIâm glad I could help make it special. Enjoy the rest of your day!â
With a little wave he heads off down the street, presumably in search of those croissants. You watch him go, struck by an impulse.
âCharles, wait up!â You call out, jogging to catch up with him.
He turns, looking at you curiously.
âI just wanted to say thanks again for making a crappy situation fun,â you tell him sincerely. âAnd, if you want, youâre welcome to come join me and my friends for brunch.â
His eyes light up in surprise. âReally?â
You nod. âItâs the least I can do after you serenaded me in jail,â you joke. âPlus, Iâm sure the restaurant will have croissants.â
Charles smiles broadly. âWell in that case, I would love to.â
âGreat!â You beam, linking your arm through his. âLetâs get out of here.â
***
You sink back into the plush leather seat, gazing out the jetâs window at the twinkling stars dotting the endless expanse of sky. This is definitely a step up from last yearâs jail cell birthday celebration.
âChampagne, maâam?â
You smile up at the flight attendant as she offers you a crystal flute. âYes please!â
Charles grins at you from across the cabin. âAnd please keep it coming, my girlfriend deserves to be spoiled on her birthday.â
You still get butterflies every time he calls you his girlfriend. This past year with Charles has been amazing. After that fateful day, he easily slotted himself into your life. What started as an impromptu brunch turned into real dates, which turned into a real relationship. Youâve never clicked with someone so quickly or felt so comfortable so soon.
Now here you are, celebrating your birthday at 11,000 meters aboard a private jet chartered from one of Ferrariâs sponsors. You had balked at the extravagance at first, but Charles insisted. âItâs your special day, we have to do something incredible!â
You take a sip of crisp champagne, the bubbles tickling your nose. âSo where exactly are we headed?â
Charles has kept your destination a surprise. âYouâll see soon, birthday girl,â he says with a wink.
You pretend to pout. âFine, keep your secrets.â
He just laughs. âTrust me, itâs going to be an amazing trip.â
You donât doubt it. Charles has a knack for making every day feel special and fun. Even just being cooped up in this plane with him feels like an adventure.
As the flight continues, you enjoy a decadent five course dinner complete with even more champagne and chocolate-dipped strawberries. Charles keeps you laughing with silly stories and jokes. By the time you finish eating you have to stifle a yawn behind your hand.
âSomeoneâs getting sleepy,â Charles teases.
âItâs been a long exciting day!â You say through another yawn.
Charles grins and hits the call button. A flight attendant appears instantly. âYes sir?â
âI think itâs time to get the birthday girl to bed,â Charles says.
The attendant nods and pulls back a partition, revealing a plush bedroom suite.
Your eyes widen in delighted surprise. âWha ⊠we can sleep in an actual bed on the plane?â
âOnly the best for you,â Charles says, planting a kiss on your forehead.
You happily snuggle under the covers in the sumptuous bed, sighing contentedly. âOkay, this is an amazing birthday present.â
Charles chuckles, sliding in beside you and pulling you close. âThe fun is only beginning, mon cĆur.â
Within minutes youâre sound asleep curled up in his arms.
Sometime later you stir slowly awake, momentarily confused. The bedroom is dark and Charles is shaking your shoulder gently.
âWake up, chĂ©rie. Itâs almost midnight!â He says excitedly.
You rub your eyes and peer blearily at the clock. 11:58 pm. âWhy, what happens at midnight?â
âYour birthday starts again!â
You look at him blankly, still not fully awake.
He grins. âWe just crossed into a new time zone. Which means ...â He pauses for dramatic effect. âI get to be the first to wish you happy birthday again!â
As it clicks you start laughing. Only Charles would come up with something so adorable. You watch the clock count down the last seconds to midnight as he bounces giddily on the bed.
âHappy birthday!â Charles exclaims right on cue, tackling you in a hug.
You hug him back, still laughing. âYouâre crazy, but thank you.â
He beams down at you. âI have so much planned, itâs going to take more than one time zone to celebrate properly.â
Over the next few hours, you dip in and out of sleep as Charles wakes you at each new midnight. Every time he sings and wishes you happy birthday again with infectious enthusiasm. By the fifth round youâre both delirious and silly from lack of sleep, belting out drunk duets of âHappy Birthdayâ and collapsing into giggles.
Finally he lets you sleep through until morning. When you emerge from the bedroom, blinking in the bright daylight, you gasp. Out the window is an ocean of clouds and in the distance, a tiny island just coming into view.
You turn to Charles with wide eyes. âAre we ⊠is that ...â
He grins and wraps his arms around you. âWelcome to St. Barts! I wanted your birthday to be paradise.â
âEvery day with you is paradise.â You kiss him soundly. âThank you, this is the most magical birthday I couldâve imagined.â
Charles trails his fingers over your cheek. âYou deserve magic every single day. Iâm just doing my part to make sure you get it.â
***
You stir awake to soft kisses trailing down your neck. Opening your eyes, you find Charles gazing down at you, his brown hair endearingly rumpled.
âHappy birthday, mon ange,â he whispers before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.
You hum contentedly, running your fingers through his messy locks. âMmm, now this is a nice way to wake up.â
Charles gives you his signature crinkly-nosed grin. âI have so much planned for your special day.â
Your heart flutters happily. After two amazing years with Charles, the connection between the two of you feels more intense than ever. You canât wait to celebrate.
But his smile turns apologetic. âWell, so much planned for after the car launch.â
You nod in understanding. Charles has commitments. And today the new Scuderia Ferrari car is being unveiled in a highly anticipated event.
Charles kisses your pouting lip. âIâm so sorry, ma belle. I wish I could get out of it but-â
âShh, itâs okay,â you assure him, silencing his worries with a kiss. âI know how important the launch is for the team. Iâll just miss you today.â
âIâll miss you too. But I promise, as soon as itâs over Iâm all yours.â
You spend a blissful morning lazing in bed, laughing over crepes Charles attempts to make for your birthday breakfast. Flour ends up more on him than in the pan, but you happily eat the lumpy results.
Too soon itâs time for Charles to leave for the launch. At the door he pulls you into his arms. âI love you. This evening will be perfect, I swear.â
You smile up at him. âLove you too. Go show off that new car.â
After one more lingering kiss heâs off. You distract yourself by meeting local friends for birthday lunch. But your mind keeps drifting to Charles. You hope the event is going well for him.
By mid afternoon youâre back in Charlesâ Maranello apartment, curled up on the couch watching silly movies. Youâve just bitten into a slice of birthday cake when your phone rings.
Itâs Charles FaceTiming you, his handsome face filling the screen. âHi, mon amour!â
You grin at your adorable fiancĂ©. âHey you! Howâs the launch going?â
âItâs good!â His eyes drop to your plate. âAre you eating cake without me?â He gasps in mock outrage.
You giggle. âOnly a tiny cheat slice. Donât worry, thereâs plenty left for when youâre home.â
Voices sound faintly behind Charles and he glances over his shoulder. âAh, the program is starting again soon. I just wanted to see your beautiful face.â
You blow him a kiss. âKnock âem dead, baby.â
âI love you!â He says before the call ends.
Snuggling back into the couch, you focus on the movie again. But a notification keeps pinging on your phone. You glance over to see texts flooding in from Charles.
Can you watch the livestream?
The link is all over social media
Itâs starting again soon đ
You go on Instagram and click the link curiously. The livestream shows an auditorium packed with press, Ferrari team members, fans, and VIPs. Cameras flash as Charles takes the stage along with his teammate and team principal. They talk about the new car but you mostly just stare lovingly at Charlesâ dimples on the big screen.
After the speeches, they unveil the sleek new car. Your heart swells with pride for Charles. But you canât wait for all the events and obligations to be over. You miss him.
The hosts invite Charles to say a few words. He steps up to the microphone, smiling. âThank you all for being here today. Iâm so excited to get behind the wheel of this beautiful SF-26 ...â
He continues talking passionately about the team and the season ahead. But then his eyes flick to the camera broadcasting the feed. âOh, I also have a very special announcement.â
You sit up, intrigued. Charles winks at the camera. âAs some of you may know, today is my wonderful girlfriend Y/Nâs birthday.â
Your eyes widen. You have no idea what heâs doing but it makes your heart flutter.
âSo to celebrate this amazing woman, I thought we could all join together to wish her a very happy birthday.â
Charles starts singing âHappy Birthday,â looking straight at the camera with so much love. The crowd joins in, the whole auditorium singing to you. You stare in overwhelmed wonder as Charles blows you a kiss.
When the song ends, the audience claps wildly. Charles grins. âI hope you enjoyed your serenade, mon cĆur. I canât wait to celebrate you properly tonight. Happy birthday, I love you!â
The livestream switches off and you sit staring at your phone in shock. Trust Charles to orchestrate something so thoughtful and adorable. Only he could turn a huge unrelated event into a birthday present.
A few hours later, the front door finally bursts open. Charles rushes in and sweeps you into his arms.
âSurprise!â He laughs, spinning you in a circle.
You hug him tightly. âCharles, that was the sweetest thing ever!â
He beams. âI wanted you to feel special today even though I couldnât be with you. Did you like it?â
âLike it? I loved it!â You punctuate each word with a smacking kiss.
Charles looks immensely pleased. âGood, because the celebrations are just beginning. Now, I believe I was promised cake?â
You spend the evening feeding each other cake and laughing over champagne. Charles serenades you again, because one impromptu singalong just wasnât enough for him.
As you sway together, slow dancing in the kitchen, you whisper, âBest birthday ever.â
Charles smiles and pulls you closer. âWeâll make every birthday together your best one yet. I love you, Y/N. So much.â
Your heart swells with joy. No matter where life takes you both, with Charles every birthday is celebrated to the fullest.
***
A salty ocean breeze ruffles your hair as you gaze out over the glittering turquoise water. The sun is sinking low, painting the sky in dazzling pinks and oranges.
You sigh contentedly, snuggling back against Charlesâ chest. His arms tighten around you as you sway together on the yachtâs deck.
âHappy birthday, mon ange,â he murmurs, dropping a kiss to your shoulder.
You tilt your head back to smile up at him. âI know I say this every year, but this is the best birthday ever.â
Charles grins, his nose crinkling adorably. âWell you deserve the perfect birthday getaway.â
You hum in agreement, perfectly relaxed and blissful here in his arms. Charles always plans the most romantic adventures for your birthdays. But after three amazing years together, just being with your favorite person is celebration enough.
As the sun continues to set you chat and trade soft kisses. The conversation lulls eventually into comfortable silence.
Charles shifts behind you. âY/N, can you turn around? Thereâs something I want to ask you.â
You swivel in his arms to face him, curious at his suddenly serious tone. But a radiant smile lights up his face.
Slowly, Charles sinks down to one knee before you. Your breath catches as he takes your hands in his.
âMon amour, these past three years with you have been the happiest of my life. You are my best friend, my heart, my home. I want to laugh with you, explore the world with you, and grow old with you.â His eyes shine with emotion as he gazes up at you.
âSo Y/N, will you make me the luckiest man alive by marrying me?â
Joyful tears fill your eyes. âYes! Of course Iâll marry you!â
Charlesâ face splits into the most delighted grin. He moves to stand but wobbles slightly, the boat swaying beneath the two of you.
You reach out to steady him. âCareful!â
âSorry, just excited,â he laughs breathlessly. With exaggerated care he pulls a ring box from his pocket and opens it to reveal a dazzling diamond ring.
Your smile widens impossibly further. The sunset lights the gems ablaze from within.
Charles takes your left hand gingerly, his own hands trembling. âI hope you lik-â
But his unsteady fingers fumble and the ring slips from his grasp. You both gasp, hands shooting out too late to catch it. The diamonds glint once in the dying sunlight before plopping into the blue water.
âNo!â Charles cries in horror. In a flash heâs scrambling to rip off his shoes and shirt. Before you can react, heâs diving in after the lost ring.
âCharles!â You rush to the railing, scanning the rippling surface for him. Bubbles appear where he dove down. The seconds stretch nerve-wrackingly until finally he surfaces, gasping for breath. In his clutched fist, the ring gleams triumphantly.
Relief crashes over you as Charles swims to the ladder. He clambers back aboard the boat, soaked and panting but grinning ear to ear.
âI got it!â He crows, holding up the retrieved ring.
A delighted laugh bursts from you. Only Charles would dive headfirst off a yacht to save an engagement ring. You throw your arms around his dripping shoulders, not caring that youâre getting drenched too.
âMy hero,â you kiss him soundly.
Charles wraps you in a soggy hug. âCouldnât let this ring get away when I still have a very important question to ask you ⊠again.â
He sinks down once more to his knee, water pooling around him. With his hair plastered to his forehead and clothes soaked through, he looks adorably bedraggled but still so breathtakingly handsome.
Grasping your hand again, he asks earnestly, âY/N, will you marry me and make me the happiest man in the world?â
âYes!â You donât think youâve ever smiled so wide. âYes, Charles, yes!â
Charles whoops triumphantly, surging up to kiss you passionately. This time his hands are steady as he finally successfully slips the ring onto your finger.
Admiring the shimmering diamonds you joke, âThis ring might need a free cleaning after that swim.â
Charles laughs, pulling you close again. âIâll get you a new one if you want. Anything for my future wife.â
Wife.
The word sends a thrill through you. You cup Charlesâ face in your hands. âThis is the only ring Iâll ever want. Because itâs from you.â
His eyes soften. âI love you so much.â
âI love you too.â You lean in for another searing kiss as the last light fades behind the horizon.
When you finally draw back Charles wrinkles his nose. âAs romantic as this is, I should probably get into some dry clothes.â
You laugh, plucking at his soaked shirt. âGood call. Then we can continue this celebration in proper style!â
Charles grins and sweeps you up into his arms. âI like the way you think, Future Madame Leclerc.â
***
âOne more push, youâre almost there!â
You squeeze Charlesâ hand with all your might, face scrunched in exertion, as you bear down to bring your baby into the world.
This is not exactly how you envisioned spending your birthday this year. But as you give one final push and hear your daughterâs first cries, you know this is already the best birthday of your life.
âSheâs here! You did amazing, mon amour!â Charles says through joyful tears, kissing your sweat-damp forehead.
The doctor holds up the squalling, wriggling newborn. âCongratulations, itâs a girl!â
Charles cuts the umbilical cord with shaky hands before the nurses whisk your daughter away to be cleaned and checked. He turns back to you, eyes shining. âIâm so proud of you, Y/N. Sheâs perfect.â
You beam tiredly back at him. The child you created together, your little family, is finally here. After long months of waiting, your birthday wish has come true.
Soon the nurse returns, swaddling your baby girl in a soft pink blanket. âSay hello to your daughter,â she says gently, placing the tiny bundle in your arms.
You gaze down at your daughter, tears of joy and wonder sliding down your cheeks. Ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes â sheâs absolute perfection.
âHello Juliette,â you whisper. âHappy birthday, my beautiful girl.â
Charles perches gingerly on the edge of the bed, staring at you both like you hung the moon and stars. He reaches out a tentative finger to stroke Julietteâs downy head.
âSheâs so small,â he marvels. âAnd so perfect. I canât believe we made this little human.â
His voice cracks on the last word. Your tough Formula 1 driver melts into a puddle of emotion in the presence of his daughter.
You glance up at Charles, your husband, your soulmate, and now the father of your child. The utter love and joy shining from his eyes in this moment eclipses every birthday and every milestone youâve shared before.
âI used to think so many birthdays were the best day of my life,â you say softly. âBut now ⊠this is it. The real best day.â
Charles smiles through his tears and leans in to kiss you tenderly. âThis is just the start of so many best days together.â
You both gaze back down at the baby nestled between you. Juliette blinks up at you tiredly and the sight of her green eyes looking back at you takes your breath away.
Charles lets out an awed little laugh. âShe has my eyes.â
He holds out a hand and Juliette instinctively grasps his finger. Charles completely melts.
âHello, ma petite princesse,â he coos. âIâm your papa. And Iâm going to love you forever.â
Juliette seems to study his face intently before giving a big yawn that makes you both chuckle. Your heart feels fit to burst watching Charles bond instantly with your daughter.
The next hours pass in a blissful blur of feeding, diaper changes, and stealing each moment possible to just gaze at the miracle youâve created. You almost forget itâs even your birthday until Charles speaks up.
âYou know, I had something else planned to celebrate today but Juliette decided she simply couldnât wait,â he laughs.
You just smile. âThis is the greatest gift I could have asked for.â
He leans down to brush a feather-light kiss to Julietteâs forehead, then yours.
âI guess weâll just have to plan an extra special party when youâre both home,â he says with a smile. âOur little princess deserves the biggest birthday bash for entering the world on such a special day.â
You grin up at him. âI have a feeling her daddy will go all out.â
âOnly the best for my girls.â Charles winks.
Juliette stirs in your arms, letting out the tiniest of baby sighs that melts you both instantly.
As Juliette drifts to sleep cradled between you, her little fingers curled around yours, you know this birthday marks the start of your greatest adventure yet and many more amazing birthdays still to come.
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Rafe fucking the reader letting her be as loud as she wants because one of Sarah's friends are over and he knows they want the reader so he's ' marking what's HIS '
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âRafe.. please.â You whimpered, your tone as quiet as a mouse as Sarah had her friends over downstairs. The long french tip nails you wore, dug into the skin of his back as he pounded into your messy cunt at a brutal pace.
âWhy you being quiet now? Because Sarah and her little pogue friends are downstairs?â He asked with a breathless chuckle as he slid out.
A whine left your full lips as he slapped all nine inches on your sopping cunt before slamming back in full force. You couldnât help but let out a loud moan as he was huge and made sure to show it.
âThatâs it right.. let it out. Donât think I donât know about Popeâs little ass trying to flirt with you.â His voice gruff as he poked at your cervix with his dick. âDirty pogue thinking heâs going to get some kook pussy.â He mumbled.
Pretty moans began echoing off the walls as your boyfriend drilled into you, not caring how loud you were to the others below. He wanted Pope to hear you scream, to let him know what was Rafeâs and Rafeâs only.
âDaddy!â You screamed, your pussy squeezing around his dick as he thrusted into you with no sight of slowing down. Poor Pope down there already asking Sarah if they could go back to the Cut as he heard you from Rafeâs bedroom.
âThatâs right scream my fucking name! HEAR THAT SHIT POPE?â He yelled with a a menacing laugh as you began squirting all over him not caring one bit about the mess you were making.
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can i request something for carlos sainz x leclerc!reader on vacation?thereâs such a soft spot in me for summer vacation carlos like in a beach setting or on a yacht. it can be soft or smutty it doesnât matter i just love summery carlos. thank you!!!
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đđđđđđđ: while the leclercs maybe spending their summer vacation at home, you opted for a secret vacation in santorini with your secret boyfriend, carlos sainz. or in which you are secretly dating your brother's teammate.
đđđđđđđđ: 18+ (minor dni), unprotected sex (if you're gonna slip, slop, slap, you must wrap your willy!), reader dob in 1999, dating in secret trope!, sainz & leclerc = google translated spanish & french ._., ig the reader has a shaved downstairs?, p in v, teasing, oral sex, lovey dovey smut?, poor humour, breastplay, fingering, cumming inside, bit of overstimulation for the reader, scandal and swift references, love confessions.
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đ/đ: firm agree on the summery carlos! is it really my writing if i don't get santorini involved? anyways, hope this was up to your standards! sorry for the long wait! âĄïž
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Dating your brother's teammate was never on your bucket list. Hell, you tried to stay away from Formula 1. Well, as much as Leclerc could anyways.
People older than you weren't really your type. You opted for people near your age. That way there wasn't an awkward generation gap and there was no one that reminded you of your older brothers. Carlos was only five years older than you but the generational gap was most certainly there.
Men your age were... well, boys.
Men Carlos' age were men but also men.
You had seen Carlos at races before. And he was an attractive man, obviously. But that was that. You passed each other down the paddock, barely giving each other a glance. And not to mention the obvious, you were far too young for him at the time.
But then Ferrari's first car launch after signing Carlos had happened.
You had seen Carlos more in the few hours the event lasted than the past few years. You didn't know what it was. Whether you were unintentionally stalking him or vice versa. What you did know, however, he was definitely eyeing you.
By the time Charles had introduced you, Arthur, Lorenzo, and your mother, Carlos was trying to keep his interest at bay, pretending to be as family-friendly as possible.
Carlos ended up catching you as you came out of the bathroom, smoothly asking for your number. And as much as you wanted to give it to him, you weren't going to be easy. You were a Leclerc for crying out loud.
If Carlos wanted you, he would have to earn you.
And boy did he try.
You had heard from several people and the Internet that Carlos was a hardcore romantic. You never thought about it up until he started pulling out all the stops.
He was attentive as hell, remembering your favourite drinks, slipping you a new book to read as he talked to Charles, purposely linking his pinky with yours as discreetly as he could just so he could see you flush in front of him, sending you clothes for you to wear to his races to your apartment...
Carlos was menace.
But somewhere along the line, he became your menace.
You and Carlos were the epitome of the saying 'Romance is not dead if you keep it just yours'.
Keeping it secret... sure it was frustrating at times. The both of you had person after person trying to get with you because, well, you were a Leclerc and he was Carlos Sainz. Carlos had managed to draw a line by telling people he had a girlfriend but he didn't want to reveal her.
Yeah... it didn't settle well with the grid, in particular the three gossipers of the grid: Pierre, Lando, and your brother.
But after all the little bumps in the road, it was smooth sailing.
Most of the time you spent time together was alone, just the two of you. That way, there was no risk of being caught and you could revel in each other.
Of course, it wasn't that easy. Nothing was easy with you and Carlos, especially given that you couldn't keep your hands off of one another. Carlos a slight more than you because you had the decency and fear of embarrassment of getting caught by anyone. Carlos, on the other hand, was as indecent as they come. Hands always looking for an excuse to touch you, eyes travelling to find you first in any room, sending dirty texts when you sat across him... like you said, he was a menace.
To make things easier for yourself, for this summer break, you and Carlos had picked trusty Santorini as a romantic getaway, taking his dog Piñon as a welcomed third wheeler. Filled with so many tourists that you and Carlos would look like any regular couple there.
"Now this is a summer break," You breathed out, walking on to the yacht you had rented out for your stay in Greece. The air was clean and crisp, the sun was already beating down on you despite it being nine in the morning, and the translucent blue waters brought you a sense of familiarity that Monaco held.
"Don't you agree, Piñon?" You cooed to the soft ball of white curled up into your arms. A small bark of agreement came from the dog, tail wagging in happiness.
Carlos chuckled behind you, putting down your bags on the deck, under the shade. His thick arms enveloped your waist, bringing you closer to him. Nestling his chin into your shoulder, he said, "That's good, hermosa (beautiful). Now try saying it in Spanish."
You made a face at his teasing tone. Pulling yourself out of his grasp, you turned towards him. "Ahora son unas vacaciones de verano. ¿No estås de acuerdo, mi querido Carlos?" You recreated the same coaxing tone you had given Piñon to your lover, pinching his cheek with the energy of an overly endearing mother. Now this is a summer break. Don't you agree, my dear Carlos?
Carlos gave you a pointed look. You were teasing him. You knew he liked when you spoke Spanish because it was cute to see you fumble over the words but it also meant a lot to him that you were trying.
You rolled your eyes at his reaction and settled Piñon on the deck after making sure it wasn't too hot for those small paws of his. You watched him trot around the yacht, carefully examining his surrounding to test his boundaries.
Satisfied that Piñon was safe, you turned back to Carlos. "Brunch?"
"Brunch..." Carlos trailed off, hand reaching out to your face. The soft pad of his thumb graze your lips, gently pulling on your bottom lip to watch it bounce back. "...or brunch?" He asked, voice heavy with a clear need.
Your body thrived with an eagerness to respond to his touch. Goosebumps were the paint to the canvas of your skin, littering each part of you even though you were impossibly warm in the sun. You really wanted brunch. But your stomach wanted brunch. Instead, you simply nodded to him, agreeing with the answer he had never said. "You're right. Food is very important."
Carlos groaned at your response. "Hermosa," He sighed out, bringing his arms around your waist to pull you close yet again. "I want you," He murmured against your skin, nose brushing against your cheek and hot breath wandering down your neck.
Carlos could feel you smile at his words. "And you have me... for two whole weeks," You reminded him, pressing a brief kiss to his cheek.
Carlos curled his lip in annoyance at your reminder while he revelled in your touch. "I could have you for four," He also reminded you.
You sighed. You hadn't seen him in three weeks because life had it's mysterious ways of making the both of you busy. You wanted nothing more than a month with Carlos. But it was far too suspicious.
You had barely convinced your mother and your brothers that you were going to Santorini for a 'self-exploration' trip. Charles had immediately offered to turn it into a family trip but you managed to settle him down by saying you would spend the last two weeks with them. Alexandra had been a sweetheart in the matter as well. She was the only one, as well as Kika and Lily, that had known about you and Carlos, claiming they sensed it from 'a mile away'.
What they truly meant was that Carlos wouldn't stop eye-fucking you from a far.
"It's okay," You mumbled woefully, patting his chest softly, "I'll be with you in spirit while you reign Madrid."
Carlos held in his eye roll at your theatrics, you had a flair for them. "I wish you would reign Madrid with me instead. I want you to meet the family, let me finally teach you golf, go to the holiday house with me, hmm?" He implored, chocolate brown flickering to search yours.
The pain behind your eyes made him feel frustrated. He knew how much you wanted to do that because you wanted the same thing with your family. "How 'bout I call Charles, hmm? I'm sure he'll understand."
The thought of Charles finding out from anyone but you made you shudder. Would he understand? What was so understandable about hiding the fact you were dating his teammate for over a year, especially over a call?
Arthur, amongst Charles and Lorenzo, would probably be the most hurt. You and him told each other everything. You guys were the closest in age, similar to how Lorenzo and Charles were. Hell, you even helped him confess and get with Carla. And he was waiting to do the same for you, with some he trusted and knew.
And Lorenzo? It was really for the best if he didn't know from Carlos. He had initially told you not to get too close to any of the drivers because he was worried for you and well, the reputation of F1 drivers and dating wasn't too great. But you were quite sure that anything you and Carlos did had crossed the line of 'too close'. '
"Carlos, mi amor, I love you, but I think the idea of brunch, not brunch, is more understanding."
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After your brunch, you had spent some time reading to Carlos inside the yacht, not wanting to get into the water just after you had eaten nor wanting to go out when the sunshine was at it's peak.
It was serene.
The windows were open, letting a cool breeze come and help reduce the heat and you were both sprawled on the soft mattresses that served as sofas on the floor of the yacht. The calmness and peace you had desired amongst the chaos life and F1 brought.
You were half sure that Carlos was close to falling asleep in your lap, but not by your retelling of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, after Carlos refused to see Keira Knightley and Matthew Macfadyen for the sixth time this year, but by the way your combed your hand through his hair as you read. (Although you were still going to be persistent because the concept of seeing those two on screen in Santorini out of all places was a need, not a want).
"Carlos, mon beau (my handsome), you're going to fall asleep. Let's go swimming," You told him, placing your bookmark in between the pages and closing the book.
Carlos groaned, looking up at you. He held your hand close to his chest. "No, it's way too hot. Don't you see the water? It looks like lava."
You narrowed your eyes. "That precisely why we should go swimming. We can't just sit here and mope around. We're in Santorini... we need to stand up and move around."
Carlos lifted his head from your lap, sitting straight so he faced you. You let out a quick yelp when he pulled you forward, placing you onto his lap, legs straddling him. "I can think about fifty ways to stand up and move around... in fifty different positions."
You could feel your thighs involuntarily clench around him. You know he felt it to. You gasped at his words and shook your head. "You are a heathen, Carlos Sainz. A barbarian... a hooligan, a sexually-driven simpleton must I continue?"
"Well, I recall you loving this heathen, infidel, barbarian, and hooligan," Carlos shrugged, warm hands inching up the white sundress you had worn this morning. The action sent a shudder down your spine.
"Carlos," You mumbled, already falling into a state where you were losing the words to speak your thoughts as Carlos kneaded the flesh of your thighs with his rough hands.
"Yes?" Those puppy brown eyes flickered to your eyes while he brought his mouth to your thighs, opting to graze your heated skin with the teeth. "Tell me what you want, hermosa. And I'll give it to you."
You faltered at his words. His gaze was heavy with a dark blaze that sent your stomach churning. You allowed yourself to fully straddle Carlos' lap, teeth sinking into your bottom lip when you felt Carlos' clothed bulge press into your core.
Carlos struggled to prevent a strained hiss escape his gritted teeth, his grip on your thighs tightening, your flesh escaping the confines of his hands. Fuck, were your thighs so enticing to Carlos. He wanted to bite them and bruise them so even weeks later, they were covered in the reminiscents of him.
"What do you want, baby? Please tell me," Carlos begged, eyes desperately searching your own for any sign or indication of what you wanted.
You felt your core clench at the plea falling from Carlos' plump lips. You hadn't even really done anything but he was ready to serve you. Everything was foggy. You couldn't think straight. "I want... I want you, Carlos. Fuck, anything, everything... Iâmake love to me. Show me how much you love me."
His roaming hands came to a halt. "Mierda (shit)," Carlos cursed, bringing his tongue to swipe his bottom lip.
He could do that. He would love you so much that the entirety of Santorini would know and no one would even question your relationship with him.
Carlos brought his hands to your back, feeling the numerous strings of your dress against the pads of his fingers. One hand worked to undo the very knots he had done this morning while the other creeped up the back of your neck, pulling your head closer to his.
He brought his lips to yours, pressing them with an indescribable urgency. Your hands shot out to his chest, fisting the soft material of the polo you had chosen for him into a small bundle.
You gasped into the kiss, feeling a sudden breeze of cold air as the strings of your dress fell flat against your skin. Carlos' hands wandered down the surface of your back, coming to a stop at your waist.
The urge to get even closer to you coursed through Carlos' veins, pulling you flush against him. A moan fell from his swollen lips as you parted to fill the craving of some oxygen. Your pussy was pressed tight against his cock and your breasts were soft, pushed against his chest.
Carlos ventured to move his lips down the side of your jaw, edging towards your barren neck, aching to decorate you with aging and unique shades of purple and blue.
You let out a series of sinful whimpers upon the feeling of your skin being sucked at, feeding directly into his constrained cock. "Carlos..." You moaned out, eyes shut in pure pleasure, "They'll know. TheâThey'll ask q-questions."
"I know." You shivered as you feel him grin against your skin.
You watched him through your half-lidded eyes, moving up from your neck to look at you with his blistering gaze. With one simple movement, he took off his shirt, revealing his taut golden skin. Christ.
You sat still breathlessly on his lap as Carlos peeled off your dress, pulling your arms through the white material. The cool breeze trickled over your bare breasts, nipples hardening almost instantly.
Carlos let a warm hand rest over your rib, lifting you gently to remove your dress fully. He sighed, laying you down on the mattress. The tips of his fingers travelled from your neck and down the valley of your breasts, the hairs of your body standing straight at his touch.
"You know what it is a tragedy, hermosa?" Carlos queried, watching you quiver underneath him, chest heavily rising up and down.
He smiled at your asking through your eyes because the words just couldn't come out of your throat. "You will never see yourself the way I see you. Eres una sirena... obra de Dios. If He didn't put you on this Earth that would've been his biggest sin." You are a siren⊠God's work.
If your throat wasn't tied up before, it surely was now. You looked at him with a soft gaze, watching him come near you to press his lips on your own. You whimpered, feeling his hands travel towards your breasts, fondling your mounds with a cautious roughness that sent your stomach tingling.
You frowned at the loss of his lips but the complaint subsided upon the feel of his hot tongue swirling around your pebbled nipple. He paid attention to every flick and every crevice, keeping his deep eyes trained on you. He smiled at your hiss as he purposely grazed his teeth against your nipple.
Carlos removed his lips from your nipple, moving his head back to hover over your pussy. Still keeping his eyes on you, you watched in silence as the hot saliva fell from his lips, bubbly strings landing directly onto your glistening folds. Fucking hell.
"Eyes on me, baby," He told you, looking at your clenched eyes.
Your eyes shot open as Carlos took one long stripe of your folds, your hips bucking at the sudden sensation. Lingering a second too long on your clit, his tongue continued to work up towards your stomach and the valley of your breasts, returning his attention to your other nipple.
Your mouth fell open, feeling his fingers rub your wet folds, spreading his saliva around your pussy. While his tongue worked your nipple, he thrusted a thick finger into your walls. With your eyes rolling back, you attempted to fist the thick material of the mattress but to no avail.
"Fuckk, Carlos," You whimpered, writhing at his touch.
"Finally found your words, hmm?" Carlos teased, adding another finger into his torturous slow pace. His eyes were glued to watching your hips out of his periphery, snapping up to try and ride his fingers. As laboured breaths fell from your lips, he pushed his digits even further, aiming to reach a specific spot.
Smoothly, Carlos grabbed a nearby pillow, putting it under your lower back to bring you some comfort and a whole new level of pleasure. He stared at your face intently: your mouth had fallen wide open with a ghost whisper of his name flowing into the air, sweat glistened over your flushed face, pooling near the edges of your hair and neck, and your lips were swollen with the prettiest shade of red he had ever seen.
"Carlos," You managed to get out with your brain practically turning into jelly. "Carlos, please, I don't want to cum like this. I need your cock, please."
Carlos' cock throbbed at your pleas. "Your wish is my command, princesa."
Hearing your whines upon the loss of his fingers, Carlos took off his blue shorts faster than he had ever done in his life.
Even though you had been with Carlos sexually for a while, your cheeks still flamed when you saw his cock. Not out of embarrassment or unadulterated innocence. No. It was outright heat that was getting to you.
Every time you saw his cock, it was a violent shade of red, throbbing and aching, leaving Carlos begging to be touched by you.
You watched as Carlos leaned forward, hovering over you. It was beyond you how exactly pretty Carlos was. You hadn't realised until he started courting you. You had no idea how you were supposed to live without seeing his thicket of brown locks, his freckles that could only be depicted if you were close to him otherwise they blended with his prickly stubble, the smug smile he constantly wore to hide himself, and especially his big brown eyes that made you bend to his command.
"Carlos?" You softly called out.
Carlos' ears perked up at your gentle tone. He smiled down at you with raised brows. His hands continued to travel your body, retracing every curve and fold as he had committed to his memory. "SĂ, mi hermosa?"
You ran a hand through his hair before caressing his cheek. God, he was your beautiful boy. "Je t'aime plus que tu ne peux l'imaginer." I love you more than you can imagine.
You knew he didn't speak French despite spending this many years with Charles but it often comes from you naturally when you were too caught up in your feelings.
"Je ne pense pas que ce soit le cas. You don't know how my every feeling is controlled by the look on your face. I can't breathe without you. Every race, I hope you're there waiting for me because you're pretending to wait for Charles. Hermosa, I exist for you. No one else." I don't think you do.
Your eyes widened, fresh tears lining your waterline. "You understoodâyou learned French?" You whispered, voice barely audible.
Carlos grinned. "I'm quite sure I said a lot of after that but yes, I did learn French for you... surprise!"
You suppressed the urge to push him off of you and gave him a long kiss. Pulling back, you laughed gently. "You're an idiot... making me cry during sex. And not even in the good way!" You feigned your complaint.
"Well, we still have tonight and thirteen more days. Today I'm just showing how much I love you," He whispered above your lips, hips lining up with yours.
You sucked in a sharp breath, feeling Carlos' cock brush past your folds. You both moaned in unison as he pushed his cock into your pussy. Your walls wrapped around his cock tightly, gripping him like a vice.
Carlos cursed several profanities under his breath, head lolling back while pleasure coursed through his body. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you up to sit on his lap. His cock ached at the high-pitched mewl that fell from your swollen lips.
His hands fell to your hips, holding you tightly, slowly shifting you up and down his length, burying his cock in you.
You closed your eyes, letting your forehead rest on Carlos'. You can feel him staring at you, taking all of you in: every hue of your flushed state, your eyelashes riddled with tears and sweat, the heavenly and sinful sounds from your lips, and your greased hair.
"You are breathtaking," Carlos whispered against you.
You smiled, opening your eyes to meet his and rolling your hips slowly in response. "You make me feel so good," You praised.
A rough moan was elicited from Carlos, throat tight and choked up from your words and actions. He could barely function seeing your bare pussy take his cock so well, let alone how the tip of his cock throbbed when he lifted you up. His own eyes were beginning to shut as he revelled in the ecstasy you brought hip.
Fuck, you were so wet. You looked down at your thighs, seeing the obscene sheen of your arousal coat spread to Carlos' thighs. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, hips snapping to create a rhythm.
"Carlos, I, fuck," You blabbered in complete disarray. You were beginning to seem the edges of a familiar white light.
Although Carlos appreciated the sign, he could tell by the way you were clenched so tightly around his cock, getting his cock to pulsate every few seconds, that you were going to come.
He moved his hands between your legs, watching you sink over his cock one more time before he obstructed the view by using his thumb to rub your clit in circles.
"Mierda," Carlos cussed, feeling you grip his cock even further if it was possible. "Cum for me, mi amor."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," You repeated the expletive as if it were a mantra, hips bucking as white clouded your vision. You let out a loud moan, body shaking as waves of your climax hit you one after the other.
Not a second later, Carlos was cumming too. His hips rutted against yours in almost an unrecognisable desperation, the peak of his ecstasy right within his grasp. His cock pulsed while his hips came to a falter, stuttering as ropes of his white cum spilled into you, warming your walls.
"F-Fuck," Carlos groaned, feeling your pussy clamp around him, trying to take every last drop of his cum.
You feel Carlos slump forward into you, exhausted. Gently, you lifted yourself off of his cock, wincing at your sensitivity. You fell straight onto the mattress, panting heavily.
"Shit!" You yelped as Carlos pushed some of his leaking come back into and circle your clit. You shook at the mini aftermath of your orgasm before calming back down.
"Satisfied?" You nudged Carlos playfully, knowing damn well Carlos liked to go the extra mile when it came to you.
"Very," Carlos commented, reaching his arms out to bring you closer to him.
You sighed, resting your head on his chest. The exhaustion was very quickly seeping into the both of you. Carlos' heartbeat was beginning to work as a lullaby and Carlos had found your warmth far more comforting than any mattress or duvet.
"Hermosa," He called, making you hum for you had no energy to speak. "We need to tell them."
You found yourself trying to open your eyes. When had they closed? You turned to face him, chin resting on his heated torso. You pressed a brief kiss and said, "I know. Let's tell them in a few days. So they have at least a week to yell at me."
Carlos frowned at your words. "I'll be right there with you. You know that right? I'm not letting you do this alone."
You smiled after letting out a small yawn. "I know, I know. I'm grateful. Thank you, mi amor."
Carlos returned the gesture, kissing your forehead gently. He rubbed your shoulders, feeling the dark abyss of slumber slowly call to him. "Anything for you, hermosa."
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Behind the Scenes
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Summary Youâve never been able to contain your jealousy when it comes to Austin. So when he shoots an intimate scene as Feyd Rautha with his female co-star, your jealousy simmers just beneath the surface, before burning behind the scenes.
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Behind the Scenes
You had never doubted Austinâs love for youânot really. But being in a relationship with someone so effortlessly magnetic, so achingly handsome and charming, came with its own share of insecurities. His fame was undeniable; his talent, unmatched. But what haunted you the most was how he managed to flirt without even trying.Â
The way he held eye contact just a second too long, his easy smile, and the way his voice dipped into a tone that made every word sound like a secretâit wasnât deliberate, you knew, but it still drove you crazy.
Especially when it came to other women.
Especially when those women were stunning celebrities who practically melted under his gaze.
Lea Seydoux is no exception. Youâve seen her work, admired her elegance and wit from afar, but now, watching her with him on set is unbearable. You canât help but feel like an outsiderâlike youâre watching two people who fit better together than you and Austin ever could.
The scene between them is intense. Austin, fully transformed into Feyd Rautha, stands behind herâLady Margotâhis knife pressed against her throat as he whispers into her ear. His menace is undeniable, his brooding presence intoxicating, and you canât deny how convincing Austin is in the role. But when she leads him to the next room to continue the scene, something inside you twists.
He follows her through the doors as she sits on the bed, the scene unfolding like a deadly dance. She perches on the edge of the futuristic bed, her movements precise, calculating, the perfect Bene Gesserit.
âKneel,â Lea commands, her voice laced with quiet authority, and Austin obeys without hesitation. He sinks gracefully to his knees, his sharp, predatory energy tempered into dangerous submission.
Your eyes narrow as they lean toward each other, their faces inches apart. The tension between them is unbearable, the kind of chemistry that makes your envy uncontrollable. You canât tear your eyes away. It looks like they are about to kissâa slow, inevitable collisionâuntil Lea breaks the moment with her next line.
âPut your hand in the box,â she says, her voice low, her French accent only adding to the sensual edge of the scene.
In her lap is cradled the prop of the âJom Gabbar,â the iconic Bene Gesserit pain box. In her other hand, she holds a needle poised near his neck. The camera zooms in, capturing the dangerous intimacy between them, the way Feydâs defiance melts into reluctant obedience as he extends his hand.
âCut!â the director finally calls, breaking the spell. But the tension between them is too real, too raw, and even though the cameras arenât rolling, it doesnât stop.
Austin grins at something Lea says, her fingers lightly brushing his chest. The inky darkness of his black out smile makes the gesture both unnerving and magnetically attractive as she leans in closer to playfully tease him.
The ease between them lights a fire in your stomach. The kind of fire that burns and sears and leaves nothing but jealous ash in its wake.
By the time the filming for the day ends, you are brimming with resentment in Austinâs trailer, your thoughts racing, your chest tight with the weight of everything youâve seen.
He emerges from the shower, his hair damp and slicked back. A towel hangs low around his hips, exposing the sharp lines of his torso, every muscle carved and glistening. The pale body paint of Feyd has been rinsed clean, but the intense persona lingers.
âYouâre mad,â he says, tilting his head as he studies your expression. His voice is low and commanding. âLet me guess. Lea?â
âDonât say her name like that,â you snap, crossing your arms. âI saw the way she was touching you, Austin. The way you were looking at her.â
He smirks, leaning casually against the doorframe, every bit the picture of arrogance. âI was acting, but perhaps my talent is something you canât discern yet,â he says, his tone dripping with mockery, the smirk on his lips daring you to argue.
âYou werenât acting when the cameras were off,â you shoot back, your voice laced with frustration and something sharperâhurt.
His smirk deepens, infuriatingly slow. âYouâre jealous,â he says, the words rolling off his tongue like a quiet taunt.
âOf course Iâm jealous!â you blurt, stepping closer. âDo you have any idea what itâs like, watching everyone throw themselves at you? And youâyou just⊠let them.â
His eyes flicker, cool and unreadable, and for a moment, he says nothing. Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he gestures toward the chair beside you. âSit.â
You bristle at his tone, crossing your arms. âNo.â
âSit,â he repeats, his voice sharper now, and it isnât a request, Austin is being uncharacteristically insistent.
Instead of obeying, you turn your back on him, shaking your head. âIâm not doing this,â you say, your voice laced with frustration and defiance.
Before you can walk away, you feel him move behind you, his presence looming, suffocating. His hands come to your shoulders, firmly stopping you in your tracks. Slowly, his fingers slide down your arms, sensually grazing your skin in a way that makes your breath catch.
His voice is low and commanding as it brushes against your ear. âDonât walk away from me,â he whispers, the edge in his tone unmistakable. âNot when youâre unsettled like this.â
You try to shrug him off, but his grip tightens as he steps closer, his chest brushing your back. His hand slides up, tilting your chin so youâre forced to look at the full-length mirror in front of you.
âLook at yourself,â he says, his reflection towering over yours, his eyes locking onto yours in the glass. His hand stays on your chin, keeping you in place. âDo you see what I see?â
You swallow hard, your heart racing as his words settle over you. The intensity in his eyes, the dominance in his stanceâitâs Feyd, unmistakably. But somewhere beneath the surface, thereâs still Austin, the man who always seems to unravel you with a single glance.
âDo you think I would let anyone ruin what is mine?â he asks, his voice a low rasp that sends a shiver down your spine. His hand moves from your chin to your waist, pulling you back against him. âAnswer me.â
Your breath catches, your reflection betraying every crack in your composure. The line between Austin and Feyd blurs, their edges indistinguishable in his gaze. âAustin, stop it. Youâre notââ
âNot what?â he interrupts smoothly, his lips brushing your ear, his voice low, almost dangerous, sending a shiver racing down your spine.
He trails a finger down your throat, slow and deliberate, the weight of his touch making you swallow hard. Itâs as if heâs still lost in the scene, his intensity blurring the line between acting and reality. Instead of a knife, his hand moves lower, settling over your chest, his palm cupping your breast, his fingers kneading it gently.
âIs this what you want?â he rasps in your ear, his words dripping with wicked intent. His eyes lock onto yours in the mirror, his piercing gaze daring you to look away.
His mouth presses against your neck, and when his tongue flicks out, you catch it in the mirrorâhis slow, deliberate lick up the column of your throat.
He makes sure you see it, makes sure you feel every inch of his dominance as his tongue drags along your skin in a way that leaves you trembling.
Your breath comes out in a shallow gasp as he presses closer, his body aligning with yours, the hardness of his need for you unmistakable.
âTell me,â he whispers against your ear, his voice like a dark secret, ââTell me that you want me to kneel for you,â he rasps, smooth and tantalizing.
His lips brush the shell of your ear as he lingers, letting his words settle deep in your chest.
âAustinââ you manage, but his name comes out more like a gasp, stunned and unsteady. Your mind spins, caught between disbelief and the undeniable heat coursing through you.
Austin steps around to face you, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes dark with intent. His hands slide up your sides, grazing the curves of your breasts before lifting your shirt up and over your head.
Your breath hitches as his tongue darts out, licking a slow stripe along the valley between your breasts before his hands slide up cupping them. His lips close around one nipple, sucking gently but firmly. The heat of his mouth sending a jolt through you, your body responding instantly.
His eyes flick up, catching yours, watching every shift in your expression as he works, his tongue teasing one sensitive peak before moving to the other, the intensity in his gaze holding you captive.
Then slowly, deliberately, he sinks to his knees before you, his movements fluid and commanding. Your eyelids flutter as you feel him hook his fingers into the waistband of your leggings.
With practiced ease, he slides them down along with your panties, the cool air of the trailer brushing against your heated skin as you step out of the fabric.
Without hesitation, his hands cup the back of your thighs, pulling you flush against his mouth. Your knees nearly buckle as his tongue meets you, hot and insistent. All you can do is watch in the mirror, your reflection a blur of flushed skin and trembling limbs as he devours you hungrily. The obscene, wet sounds of his movements fill the room, his mouth working you over with a precision that makes your head spin.
Your hand finds its way to his hair, gripping tightly as your mouth falls open in a silent cry. He flicks his tongue against your clit mercilessly, the rhythm relentless until the pressure inside you builds into something you canât contain. His hands slide up your thighs, gripping your waist as he looks up at you. The sight of him, his face buried between your legs too much to bear.
Your voice chokes off, your body shuddering as the wave of your orgasm crashes over you. He stays with you through it, his mouth slowing but never stopping until the last moan fades from your lips. Then, with maddening calmness, he wipes his face along your thigh, his teeth grazing the soft flesh there as he nips at you, leaving a faint mark.
Standing slowly, he towers over you, his presence consuming as he turns you, pressing you face-first against the full-length mirror. The cool glass against your heated skin makes you shiver, but his body is there behind you, warm and solid.
His hand slides down, loosening the front of his towel before letting it drop to the floor. You barely have time to process the sight of him before you feel the insistent head of his cock slipping against your wetness, poised to enter you.
âNow,â he says, his voice low and raspy, the hunger in his tone unmistakable as your eyes meet in the mirror. âLet me show you exactly who I belong to.â
His hands grip your waist firmly as he thrusts into you, hard and powerful, the force of it stealing the air from your lungs. You moan, your palms pressing against the cool glass for balance as he sets a relentless pace in you. Itâs overwhelming and intoxicatingâthereâs something darker, more commanding in his movements, and you savor every second of it.
âTell me how much you like itâ he rasps his hips snapping harder with each deep driving thrust, his body unyielding as he pushes you further into the mirror.
âYes, FâAustin,â you moan, your voice breathless, trembling under the pressure. âDonât stopâplease, donât stop.â
His abs flex with each thrust, his body relentless as his thighs clap against the back of yours the sound echoing in the space.
His hand tangles in your hair, tugging with just enough force to pull your head back. âLook at yourself,â he demands, his voice rough with exertion. âWatch what I do to you.â
Your eyes flick to the mirror, the sight of him behind youâhis body moving with raw powerâsending a new wave of pleasure crashing over you. The intensity is too much, the rhythm of his hips, the pull of his hand, the way his cock hits that perfect spot inside you again and again.
Your body trembles as you close your eyes, giving in to the overwhelming sensations as you cry out, your release washing over you in waves. He doesnât slow, his movements coaxing every last contraction from you as his grip on your waist tightens, lingering as you orgasm completely.
His pace falters slightly as his control slips, his breaths turning into deep, guttural grunts thrusting harder and faster chasing his release until you feel the unmistakable twitch of his cock inside you.
A groan rips from his chest, low and primal, his hips pressing flush against yours as his release spills, filling you completely. His fingers dig into your waist, anchoring himself in the intensity of the moment as the warmth of him come spreads between you. His eyes flutter shut for a moment, his features softening in pleasure before his piercing gaze finds yours in the mirror again.
He slows his movements, pulling back to slip his satisfied cock from you, and his hands slide to your hips, steadying you as he turns you around to face him. His breaths are uneven, ghosting against your lips as his piercing gaze roams over your face. He takes in every detailâthe flush of your cheeks, the way your chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, and your eyes filled with pleasure.
His thumb brushes along your jawline, the roughness of his touch grounding you further as a grin tugs at the corners of his lips.
âYouâre even jealous of your own reflection,â he teases, his voice still rough from exertion.
You laugh, the sound soft and breathless as your hand rests gently against his jaw, your thumb brushing over his skin.
âI canât help it,â you murmur, your voice filled with honesty. âYouâre so special to me, Austin. Sometimes, it scares me.â
His grin softens into something warmer, more vulnerable, as his hands slide up to cup your face. âAnd youâre special to me,â he says, his voice quieter now, the rasp fading into sincerity. âMore than youâll ever know. No one else could ever make me feel the way you do.â
You lean into him, your cheek resting against his chest as his strong arms wrap around you, holding you close. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothes you as you let his words sink in, grounding you in the connection that only the two of you share. In his embrace, everything else melts away, leaving only the undeniable bond between you.
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MASTERMIND (vii)
SEVEN - THE MANUSCRIPT
SUMMARY:Â A child of light and dark, you are the Night Courtâs best kept secret. After decades spent in hiding, you yearn to stretch your wings. But you quickly learn that freedom comes with a price, as you find yourself trying to outfox the fox in his own den.
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WARNINGS:Â language, heavy angst, love confessions, cliff hanger
The afternoon sun filters through the curtains of your new apartment, casting a warm glow over the freshly furnished space. Velaris lays sprawled beneath you, and the fifth story height gives you an incredible view of the Illyrian mountains in the distance. The studio is modest compared to the grandeur of the House of Wind. But despite the downsizing of your bed and the slightly cramped organization of furniture, it holds a certain freedomâone you havenât known before, one that lets you breathe more clearly.
A soft breeze seeps through the French doors you keep ajar as you settle into a chair by the balcony. You sink into the comfort of the plush seat as you begin sifting through the pile of documents that has accumulated over the past few weeks. Your work as Scholar has become a reprieve during this period of change. The intricacies of ancient texts and political correspondences offer a semblance of normalcy that have kept you grounded since your return to the Night Court. But as enjoyable as your work has been, the golden rays shining through the windows make the pile of parchment in front of you seem like more of a chore than usual. You try to immerse yourself in your work, but you keep finding your gaze being drawn to the city outside.Â
âEnjoying the view?â a gruff voice sounds from behind you.
You shriek and jump in your seat, sending papers flying through the air. You whip around, and your frantic heartbeat settles as you lay eyes on the intruder.
Cassian grins back at you with a devilish glint in his hazel eyes. You narrow your own into a menacing glare as you gather the jumbled mess of parchment from the ground.
âIs privacy a foreign concept for Illyrians? Or do you just take pleasure in barging in whenever you see fit?â you grumble.
Cassian chuckles as he leans against the doorframe. His gaze wanders over the mess of documents scattered across the floor, but he makes no move to help you. âRhys sent me to fetch you. Heâs called an urgent meeting about treaty developments.â Â
You roll your eyes, âMy point still stands. You couldâve knocked.â
The general raises an eyebrow, âWhereâs the fun in that?â He pushes off the doorframe and offers you a hand. You reluctantly take it, letting him pull you up from the ground. âIâm just trying to save you from drowning in paperwork. Besides, I heard the new developments are big. Figured youâd want to be there.â
You dust off your hands and meet his gaze, a mischievous smile ghosting over your lips. âHow big are we talking? Fate-of-the-world big or just enough to make me question my sanity?â
Cassianâs grin widens, âA little bit of both. Itâs not every day we get to negotiate peace treaties with horny high lords with a penchant for trouble.â
You sigh, stretching your limbs, âFine, Iâll come. But only if you promise to not sneak up on me like that again. I nearly had a heart attack.â
âDeal,â Cassian lies through a toothy grin. âBut only if you promise not to screech like that again. I swear you nearly ruptured my ear drums.â
You cross your arms over your chest, âI suggest you keep that in mind next time you decide to barge in unannounced.â
âNoted,â Cassian replies, âShall we?â
You grab a jacket and head toward the door, with Cassian falling into step beside you. âLead the way, then. And try to keep your snark to a minimum until after the meeting, okay?â
Cassian chuckles again, his tone light and teasing, âNo promises. After all, whatâs life without a little mischief?â
As you stroll through the lively streets of Velaris, the conversation flows effortlessly. Cassianâs banter provides a welcome distraction from the glaringly unresolved areas of your life. Most notably, a certain half-sister.
Your return to the Night Court has been smoother than you anticipated. Feyre and Elain have been incredibly kind and courteous, Amren has treated you like you never left, and Azriel and Cassian welcomed you with open armsâliterally, they tackled you to the floor. Youâve even found yourself spending more time with Nesta, whom you now regularly exchange books with. All is goodâall except Mor.
You know your sister well. You know that she can hold a mean, unrelenting grudge. But youâve never found yourself on the opposing end, receiving the brunt of her anger. She hasnât so much as looked at you since your return, evading every attempt you make to talk to her. At first, guilt consumed you. The disdainful look in her eye threw you back into the slew of emotions you felt while you were at Autumnâthe feeling that you were committing a grave betrayal to your only family. But as the weeks have passed, guilt has transformed into something more bitter. How are you meant to repair your relationship, when she wonât so much as meet your eye?Â
âI can practically hear the gears turning in your head. Penny for a thought?â Cassianâs rumbling voice halts your train of thought.
You tilt your head upwards to meet his gaze. He towers over you, but despite his size, his playful eyes resemble that of a puppy. âNothing,â you smile softly, âJust thinking about being back here. I missed it a lot.â
His mouth stretches into a toothy grin, âSo you missed me?â
You smile turns into a glower, âI didnât say that.â
âDonât be embarrassed, Bookworm. I know youâre in love with me,â he drawls, âAnd although Iâm a taken man, Iâm sure Nes wouldnât mind inviting a third into the bedroom.â
Your cheeks flare and you slap him harshly. He doesnât so much as flinch, but his face pales at your next words.
âDonât think for a minute that Iâm above tattling on you, Batboy. Iâm sure Nesta wonât be so amused at your perversion.â
âYou wouldnât.â
You cock a brow, âDonât test me.â
âTouchĂ©,â he relents.Â
A proud grin curls onto your lips at the trivial victory. But the smirk is immediately wiped from your face as Cassian lunges towards you. The scream has barely left your lips when he wraps you tightly in his arms and soars into the air.Â
âIâm going to kill you!â Your cry is barely audible through the wind whipping around you, but you can feel the rumble of Cassianâs laugh. Despite your anger, you cling to him for dear life. This isnât your first time flying with him, but the stomach lurching feeling of soaring through the air never ceases to surprise you. You shut your eyes tightly, willing the nausea to stay put in your gut.
The second your feet touch the ground, you lunge at the Illyrian warrior. Much to your displeasure, he expertly avoids your right hook. You send another his way, which he easily catches in his own hand.
âLet me have one,â you grunt, âI deserve it.â
His hazel eyes glisten with amusement. âYouâre gonna have to try harder than that, nerd.â
A growl rips through your throat, but before you can throw yourself at him once more, the High Ladyâs commanding voice slices through the air.
âWould you two quit bickering for once?â
The stern look on Feyreâs face leaves no room for debate. Reluctantly, you step away from Cassian.
âSorry, your highness,â he dips his head in apology, but his irksome smirk remains.Â
âIâm not,â you glower at him.
Feyre rolls her eyes but doesnât comment on your obstinance. Instead, she beckons you forward. âWell come on, then. Everyone else is here.â
You fall into step beside her, leaving Cassian trailing behind. As you enter the River House, you run through a million different ways to enact your revenge on him. From the quirk in Feyreâs lips, you know that she is listening to your sadistic thoughts. A delicious smell wafts through the air, eliciting a growl from your stomach. As freeing as living on your own has been, the one pitfall is cooking for yourselfâhence, the drool thatâs all but dripping from your chin when the doors of the dining room swing open, revealing a full feast of food.
Any lingering bitterness is swept away at the sight. You eagerly take a seat at the table, barely acknowledging the rest of the Inner Circle. Even as the chatter around you dies down, you still canât take your eyes off the spread before you. You donât hesitate to pile an assortment of dishes onto your plate: roasted chicken, potatoes, and vegetables galore. But before you can take your first bite, an expectant cough stops you.
âDo you have any manners?â Cassian quips.
You narrow your eyes into a menacing glare. The rest of the Inner Circle watches, eyes wide with surprise at your uncharacteristic behavior.
âI skipped lunch.â
You shove a forkful of chicken into your mouth, nearly moaning at the taste.
âWho the hell thought you living on your own would be a good idea?â Azriel grumbles from beside you, but the playful glint in his eye betrays him.
âYour High Lord,â you mumble through a mouthful of food.
Nesta crinkles her nose in disgust as crumbs fall from your mouth. Regret is painted across Rhysâs face, to which you only shovel another forkful.
âPig,â Amren chimes in.
You give her a bright, shining middle finger.
You scan the room and frown at the empty spot beside Azriel. âWhereâs sister dearest?â you ask after swallowing.
âNot feeling well,â Rhys averts his gaze as he lies through his teeth. Irritation courses through you but you merely roll your eyes, keeping the snide remark to yourself.
âIn other news,â Feyre says, âTreaty negotiations have been moving along.â
Rhys nods, grateful for the change in subject. âWeâve made as much progress as possible from afar. It seems that a summit is necessary to solidify tentative agreements and work out the remaining kinks.âÂ
Although you are still fully engrossed by the food in front of you, your ears perk up at the news. With two years passed since the War on Hybern, itâs about time the High Lords put their egos aside and meet.
âItâs about time,â Amren grumbles, voicing your inner thoughts.
Everyone nods in agreement. Despite the easiness, you canât help but notice the way Feyre shifts in her seat and Rhys avoids her gaze. You narrow your eyes slightly at their nervous energy and set your fork down in anticipation of whatâs to come.Â
âIn an act of good faith, weâve offered to host negotiations here in Velaris.â
There it is. A conglomerate of protests immediately erupts. Thanks to the mortal queens, Velaris is no longer a sanctuary hidden from Prythian. But the prospect of inviting a cohort of power-hungry High Lords into it isâŠdaunting, to say the least.
Rhys raises his hand, ceasing everyoneâs chattering with the gesture. His gaze sweeps over the gathered members of his Inner Circle with his usual calm authority. âI know itâs less than ideal. But think of it as an olive branch, of sorts. Hosting here in Velaris is not only a display of our transparency, but it also emphasizes the strategic importance of these negotiations.â
The tension in the air is clear. But no one dares to argue, as his commanding tone leaves little room for debate, and much to everyoneâs displeasure, Rhys is right. Although the moreâŠdisagreeable High Lords were willing to overlook the Night Courtâs deceptions during the war, that tolerance can only last so long now that the dust has settled.Â
âWho will be attending?â Azrielâs voice is quiet but sharp.
âAnd each court will be represented?â Amrenâs eyes narrow in suspicion.
âEvery High Lord and their chosen entourages,â Rhys confirms, his voice steady. âEven Beron has agreed, though I suspect his motives are less than pure.â
You tense at the mention of the High Lord of the Autumn Court. His name leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, and your raging appetite suddenly subsides. You push your plate away with a grimace. A contemplative silence hangs in the air as everyone digests the information, weighing the risks and benefits. Before anyone can voice another concern, Feyre leans forward.
âAnd to the mark the beginning of these negotiations, we thought it might be good to host a ball.â
The room falls silent again.
âA ball,â Cassian deadpans.
Feyreâs lips twitch in amusement. âA ball, gala, soirĂ©e, whatever youâd like to call it. A formal event to welcome the High Lords and their families into the city. Itâs more than just a social gathering; itâs a statement. A public display of unity for all of Prythian to see.â
A lump forms in your throat. Not just the High Lords, but their families. Which can only mean one thingâŠ
âA strategic move,â Amren muses, nodding slowly, âIt could help set a positive tone for the negotiations.â
âItâs risky,â Azriel murmurs, his shadows swirling restlessly as he considers the implications. âBut it could work.â
Cassian leans back in his chair with a groan. Nesta gives him a pointed look, silencing any impending complaints.
âThink of it as more than just a celebration,â Rhys folds his hands over the table in a subtle display of power, âItâs an opportunity to control the narrative. Itâs a chance to remind everyone that Velaris is not just a city, but the beating heart of our Courtâitâs a reminder of what we could build together.â
Any residual hesitation seems to vanish with his rather convincing argument. But despite the positive shift in energy, your mind is racing. The thought of seeing Eris againâof being in the same room, breathing the same airâsends a wave of conflicting emotions crashing over you: anxiety, panic, and dread, tied together by a small sliver of hope.
âAs for logistics, weâll need everyoneâs help for preparationââ
âIâll handle the dĂ©cor,â Amren eagerly cuts in. A glint of excitement shines in her cold eyes at the prospect of decorating the place with jewels and gaudy, shiny things alike.
âAnd Iâll manage security,â Azriel adds, his wings flaring out slightly behind him. âWith so many powerful players in one place, we canât afford to be careless.â
âGood,â Rhys nods before turning to you. You can feel his searing gaze, but you focus your own on the half-finished food on your plate. âAnd youâyour knowledge of the Autumn Court will be invaluable in these negotiations. Iâll need you close at hand.â
Everyone shifts at the indirect mention of yourâŠescapade in Autumn. But you donât so much as flinch at his words. Instead, you nod, the weight of responsibility settling over you like a cloak. âUnderstood.â
As discussions of the impending negotiations continue, you find yourself mentally withdrawing. Still, the calm façade youâve maintained so well doesnât crack. But your heart pounds with the suspense of whatâs to come.
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Over the past week, a nervous energy has been humming around Velaris in anticipation of the big day. Itâs been chaotic, to say the least, with High Fae and citizens alike running around in preparation of the High Lordsâ summit. Despite the severe lack of sleep and constant ache in your feet, event preparations have been a welcome distraction. But the day has finally come, effectively ending your temporary reprieve. And as you rifle through the gowns in Nestaâs closet, reality starts to really settle in.
âWhat about this one?â Nesta pulls out an emerald, green gown that leaves little to the imagination. You eye the deep cut and skin-tight material with a frown.Â
âIf I want to look like a child playing dress up, then sure,â you quip. You throw your head back with a groan and sit on the edge of her bed in defeat. âI donât have the boobs to pull any of this off.â
Nesta rolls her eyes and places yet another dress back on the rack. âI really donât know what you were expecting. Why donât you just suck it up and go ask Mor?â
You stare at her in disbelief.
âDonât look at me like that,â she snips, âYou know Iâm right.â
You grunt in disapproval, but donât protest. Picking an argument with Nesta is a losing battle, after all.Â
âWhy couldnât I be blessed with tits as big as yours?â you recline on her bed with a sigh.
Nesta shrugs, still sifting through the closet. âYou could always ask Rhys to work his magic. Or Feyre. If she can sprout wings, Iâm sure she can magically grow you a cup size or two.â
You launch a pillow in her direction which she swiftly dodges. âI am not asking for a magic boob job.â
You canât help but giggle at the notion and Nesta follows suit. As ridiculous as the thought is, you long to see the look on Feyre or Rhysâs face if you did ask them.
âMaybe Iâll just wear a trash bag,â you muse aloud, âOr my birthday suit.â
âThatâll be sure to catch Erisâs attention.â
You throw another pillow in her direction.
âWhat about this one?â Nesta dodges your attack.
You sit up on the bed, ready to shoot down yet another dress. But the rejection halts in your throat as you take in the gown before you. Like the others, this one has a deep v-cut. But the bodice cinches at the waist before flowing down in a river of chiffon. The deep, sapphire hue is decorated with silver embroidery, delicate threads winding like constellations across the fabric. Tiny crystals are scattered throughout the design, catching the light and shimmering like stars in the night sky. The elegance is understated: a perfect blend of boldness and grace that leaves you momentarily speechless.
âThat could work,â you state lamely.
A proud grin curls onto Nestaâs lips. âI suppose the twentieth try is the charm.â She tosses the dress towards you, and you swiftly catch it. âNow that thatâs sorted, I think itâs time we play dress-up, then.â
You and Nesta fall into a comfortable rhythm, pinning your hair and dusting make-up over your cheeks in between bits of chatter. Despite her hard exterior, youâve taken a liking to the eldest Archeron since your return to the Night Court. She never beats around the bushâa quality you deeply admire. Talking to her doesnât necessarily take your mind off your worries, but rather makes them seem far less daunting.Â
Just as you zip up your gown, a knock sounds on the door of her bedroom.Â
âCome in,â Nesta calls from her seat in front of her vanity. You divert your gaze from your reflection in the full-length mirror to find Cassian in the doorway. His wings are tucked tightly behind him to fit through the opening far too small for the likes of a 6-foot-something Illyrian warrior. Heâs swapped his typical attire of leathers out in favor of a sleek, black suit. His unruly hair is tied back neatly, save for a few strands of hair.
Despite his intimidating stature, he stares at Nesta like a lovesick puppy. âWow,â he stumbles breathlessly, âYou look beautiful. Both of you.â
He doesnât so much as glance in your direction, and you roll your eyes.
âYou look less slobbish than usual,â you quip. Nesta snickers, but your insult doesnât register to Cassian, whose eyes remained trained on his mate. You wrinkle your nose in disgust as you can practically smell his arousal permeating the room.
âAnd thatâs my cue,â you sigh. You take one last glance in the mirror before turning on your heels. You send Nesta a soft smile and pat Cassianâs shoulder on your way out. âTry to keep it in your pants âtill after the ball, okay?â
You donât stick around to hear his sounds of protest, swiftly slipping out of the room and down the hallway. Your heart skips a beat as you glance up at the grandfather clock down the hall. 8:06 PM. You take a deep breath before squinting your eyes shut and willing the world to twist and fold around you. Cool air envelopes you as you land outside of the River House. The buzz of Night Court citizens filtering through the front doors fills your ears. You wipe your clammy hands along the chiffon fabric of your gown before joining the crowd. You keep your footsteps steady to counter the frantic beat of your heart. Youâre nearly at the steps leading to the ballroom when a hand gently grasps your elbow, pulling you aside.
âCan we talk for a moment?â Rhys whispers in your ear. You turn to find him standing in the shadows.Â
âOf course,â you reply, following him to a quiet corner on the side of the house.
He produces a small, green vial from within his tailored jacket. The liquid inside shimmers under the soft glow of the crescent moon. âAngelâs Blade,â he says calmly, as if discussing the weather.
Your eyes widen in surprise, and you tentatively take the vial from his hands. You know what it is. You know that a single drop is enough to ensure a slow, painful death. Yet, you still utter the word aloud for confirmation. âPoison?â
âA little something to help Eris with Beronâs assassination.â Rhys speaks lowly, wary of any potential eavesdroppers. âThe plan is simpleâBeron needs to sign the treaty at the summit. After that, Eris can do as he pleases with him, and our debts to him are paid.â
Youâre rendered speechless as you process the implications. Thereâs been little to no discussion of Rhysâs alliance with Eris since your return to Velarisâprobably for your sake. In fact, youâd assumed it had disintegrated entirely once Eris figured out that Rhys had sent you to Autumn to spy on him. And now, here he is, not only acknowledging it, but asking for your involvement.Â
âYou want me to give this to Eris?â you ask in disbelief.
Rhys nods, his gaze softening as he senses your unease. âOnly if you feel comfortable with it. Iâm not asking you to do anything youâre not ready for. But I trust you, and I trust your judgment.â
You swallow hard and stare down at the small vial in your palm. âIâll do it,â you finally reply. Even though it terrifies you, the decision feels right. âIâll give it to him.â
âThank you,â Rhys murmurs, squeezing your shoulder gently before releasing you, âJustâŠbe careful.â
You nod, tucking the vial into a hidden pocket of your gown.Â
âYou look beautiful tonight, by the way,â he smiles down at you. His lips curl into a teasing smirk, âLooks like you didnât need a magic boob job to fit into Nestaâs dress, after all.â
A flush crawls up your neck, but the embarrassment on your face quickly morphs into irritation. You slap his shoulder, eyes narrowed in a menacing glare as he cackles like a madman.Â
âIs Azriel the only male of the house who isnât a pervert?â you hiss, hitting him again for good measure.Â
Rhys reaches forward to tousle your hair, but you swat him away. âOh, trust me, my little scholar, Az is the most perverted of us all. Donât let the gentle giant façade fool you.â
You stifle a giggle, refusing to give him the satisfaction of your amusement. You turn on your heel to stroll back towards the crowd. As you part, he calls after you.
âDonât do anything I wouldnât do.â
You glance at him over your shoulder, âThatâs a pretty short list, oh Mighty High Lord.â
Rhysâs laughter fades into the background as you push through the crowd and make your way towards the ballroom. Your jaw all but drops as you enter the large room.
The grandeur of the scene before you is staggeringâchandeliers drip with crystals, the tapestries depicting the history of Velaris adorn the walls, and the dance floor is flooded with Fae in exquisite attire. The sweet scent of jasmine hangs in the air, mingling with the soft melodies that drift from the orchestra at the far end of the room. You catch glimpses of familiar facesâmembers of the Inner Circle mingling with high-ranking nobles and foreign dignitariesâbut youâre too distracted to greet them, your mind occupied by the weight of the vial in your pocket. You help yourself to a glass of wine to settle your unease, but to no avail.
And then, across the sea of dancers and courtiers, you see him.
For a moment, the world narrows to just him, and everything else fades into the background. The sight of him hits you like a physical blow, your heart lurching in your chest. Eris stands with a group of Autumn Court nobles, looking every bit the poised and calculated heir. When his amber eyes lock onto yours, time stops completely.Â
They say that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. You havenât thought much about death, being immortal. But for a split second, you feel yourself teetering on the brink of that quiet unknown. Those amber eyes are like a movie screen, reeling every memory, every fleeting touch, every unspoken confession. Twisted bedsheets in the watermill cottage, healing light engulfing blood-streaked skin, cool silver slipping around your thumb. Looking at him feels like throwing your freshly mended heart into the pits of fire. The alcohol running through your veins suddenly feels scorching, burning every inch of your skin. And for the first time since you fled Autumn, battered and broken, that feeling deep inside your chest transforms from a dull tug into a debilitating yank. Your body moves with a mind of its own. But just as you take a step forward, amber eyes are gone, replaced with the expanse of a broad chest.
The polite smile you force onto your lips immediately falls as you move your gaze upwards. You stifle a gasp at the sight of crimson hair, so similar to that which has plagued your mind over the past three months. But the man before you isnât himâhis face is too narrow, his nose too crooked.Â
 âI donât believe weâve been introduced,â his voice is cold, laced with an unmistakable Vanserra edge. His similarity to Eris is strikingâbut the russet eyes staring down at you hold something more sinister. You involuntarily shiver, but force on a smile which doesnât quite reach your eyes.Â
âI donât believe we have,â you dip your head into a courteous nod.
His lips stretch into a vicious grin, âBastion Vanserra. And you are?â The question, seemingly innocent, feels like a calculated move in a chess game.Â
You swallow down the lump in your throat, âY/N.â
He repeats your name, delighting in the way it rolls off his tongue. Your shoulders stiffen as he grabs your hand in his and raises it to his lips. You fight the urge to pull away as he presses a taunting kiss to your knuckles.
âMay I steal you for a dance?â he asks.
No.
âSure,â you nod, the gesture alone feeling heavy. As he leads you to the center of the ballroom, the music swells around youâan intricate waltz that seems to mock your inner chaos. The dancers around you swirl in a graceful blur, but all you can focus on is the scorching touch of Bastonâs hand on the small of your back, the way his gaze occasionally flickers to you with a scrutinizing edge.
âForgive me if I seem forward,â Bastion says, âbut you are trulyâŠexquisite. Iâve heard much about youâRhysandâs new scholar. What a shame he hasnât graced us with your presence sooner.â
The words are pleasant, but they feel like theyâre coming from a distance, muffled by the pounding of your heart. You force another faux smile, âIâm flattered. Iâve heard much about you as well.â
His eyes narrow slightly with hair-raising scrutiny. Although you know the Vanserra family doesnât possess Daemati powers, you still double check that the cobblestone barriers of your mind are intact.
âAnd what have you heard?â he replies smoothly as he twirls you around.
The question hangs in the air between you, a challenge disguised as benevolent curiosity. âOnly that youâre a man of considerable influence.â
His lips curl into a feline smirk. But just as quickly as the vicious glint in his eyes appears, it vanishes entirely as a rumbling voice cuts in.Â
ââConsiderableâ is one way to put it. âInconsequentialâ is another.â
The blood rushes from your face, leaving you ashen and awe-struck. You donât register the scowl on Bastionâs face or the change in tempo of the music; all you can hear is the thundering beat of your heart. Bastonâs hands slip from yours, but all you can feel is that golden thread pulling taut in your chest. The younger Vanserra brother retreats, and a pair of familiar hands slip around your waist. His touch is electrifying, giving life to breath. And when he spins you around, the bustling crowd ceases to exist.
Amber captivates you once more. Erisâs eyes are slightly darker than you remember, and the playful smirk that used to make you swoon is gone. Still, the male before you feels like home. Thereâs a hundred things you want to say, but the syllables catch in your throat. Instead, you let him guide you across the dance floor, resting one hand on his shoulder and placing the other in his. DĂ©jĂ vu washes over you as you glide together. There is no wreath atop his head and your red silk has been swapped for a deep sapphire, but just like the first night you met, the pull between you is undeniable, magnetic; this time, accompanied by an invisible, golden string.Â
âSo, your master has finally freed you from your leash, and the first thing you do is run into the arms of a Vanserra?â Venom drips from his lips. âI would say itâs quite unbecoming, darling, but I suppose you canât teach an old dog new tricks.â
You take the insult in stride, letting it roll off your shoulders.
âThe fox smells his own hole first,â you quip seamlessly despite the storm of emotions brewing just beneath your surface.
He wears a malevolent grin. âI see your sharp tongue is still intact. Nice to know that wasnât a part of your little act as well.â You suck in a breath as he dips down, his breath tickling your skin as he whispers, âTell me, Y/N, does Dear Old Dad know yet?â
You nearly lose your footing as your nameânot Athena, not Little Birdârolls off his tongue. You choose to ignore his goading question. Instead, you trail your hand down from his shoulder. The first few buttons of his silk shirt are undone, and you settle your hand on the bare skin of his chest. His eyes are void of emotion, but you can feel the rapid uptick of his heartbeat underneath your palm.Â
You dig your nails slightly into his chest, right where you know he can feel the bond. Your lips brush against his ear as you whisper, âYouâre so quick to call me on my shortcomings, Foxâso quick to forget that you kept secrets from me too.â The invisible string between you thrums in agreement. âBut I digress,â you sink your nails into his skin, relishing in the way he returns the favor around your waist, âIt seems we are but two sides of the same coin, after all.â
Ire flashes in his otherwise empty eyes. He tightens his grip around you once before releasing you entirely, just as the song comes to a close. âIâm growing tired of this game. If youâll excuse meââ
You wrap a hand around his wrist and tug him back towards you, effectively cutting him off. He tries to yank himself away, but your grip is relentless. You stand on your tip toes, and whisper into his ear, âIf you want to take care of your Dear Old Dad,â he tenses, eyes widening at your brashness, âYouâll meet me at the close of the night.â
Eris grits his teeth, but doesnât react for fear of drawing unwanted attention. âNot here,â he mumbles.
âFine. In the city, then.â You trail your hand over the center of his chest once more, âYouâll know how to find me.â You brush your lips against his cheek in a chaste kiss. While seemingly polite, the gesture only adds flame to his raging fire. âTill we meet again, Eris Vanserra.â
You donât dare look back as you slip away. You keep your eyes forward and your steps steady to counteract the frantic beat of your heart. The music feels far away as you weave through the crowd, tactfully avoiding all of your friends. Â
The moment you step outside the grand ballroom, the cool night air hits you like a wave, washing away remnants of the tension that cling to your skin. The orchestral music fades into a distant hum, leaving only the sound of your own breathing as you make your way down the steps of the side door. You glance back once, but the shadows are empty. Still, you can feel the intensity of Erisâs gaze lingering on you, even from afar.
Your steps quicken as you stroll through the open night towards the Sidra. The sound of the gentle current helps soothe your frayed nerves. You stop at the edge of the water, letting the cool breeze soothe your inner turmoil.Â
âRunning away, are we?â
You tense at the familiar voice, your skin prickling with surprise. You turn to find Mor leaning against a nearby tree, her expression unreadable. But the tension between you is palpable.
âJust needed some air,â you counter.
She pushes off the tree and approaches. The silky, burgundy fabric of her dress ripples like water with each deliberate step towards you. âI saw you with him,â she deadpans.
You stiffen and rub your clammy hands against the fabric of your own dress. âAnd?â
âAnd Iâm wondering what the hell youâre doing,â she snaps, her voice low but biting, âWaltzing back into his arms after everything heâs doneâafter all that youâve been through.â
The accusation stings, but you refuse to show weakness. âItâs not that simple.â
âIsnât it?â she steps closer, âBecause it looks pretty damn simple to me.â
Your façade of indifference cracks. âYou think I wanted this?â you canât hide the tremble in your voice, âYou think I wanted to feel thisâŠthis pull, after everything? Do you have any idea what itâs like to fight against something you donât even understand?â
Her own mask of apathy slips. Her eyes soften slightly, but her lips remain pursed in a tight line. âYou donât need to fight it alone.â
Something inside you snaps. âWhat the hell do you know about what I need?â The words come out harsher than you intend, but you canât stop. âYouâve been ignoring me for weeks, Mor. Avoiding me like the plague. So donât you darestand there and act like you care now.â
Her face pales at the blistering truth of your words. You divert your eyes to the Sidra, unable to hold her gaze. You mean every single word, but this is not how youâd envisioned this conversation going.
âIâm sorry,â you finally whisper. You take a shaky breath, trying to recollect yourself. âI donât know how to do this anymore. Iâm tired, and Iâm confused, and I justâŠI just want my sister back.â
A heavy silence hangs between the two of you. The cool winds lick your skin, but you canât move, let alone wrap your arms around your shivering body. Mor reaches out to touch your arm, but you instinctively take a step back, not ready to accept her comfort. Youâre thankful you canât see the dejection on her face.
âI know Iâve been distant,â she admits. A scoff bubbles in your throat, but you hold it down. âAnd thatâs on me. I was angry when you pushed me away. And thatâs something Iâm still getting over. But I do care, Y/NâI never stopped caring. And IâmâŠIâm scared for you.â
The vulnerability in her voice makes your heart ache. For a moment, the animosity between you dissipates entirely, leaving a mutual understanding in its wake. Your throat tightens, and you force yourself to swallow with a wince.Â
âIâm scared too,â you whisper, the words bitter on your tongue. âBut I canât let fear control me anymore.â
Mor reaches her hand out once again. You tense at the feeling of her delicate touch, but this time you donât pull away. âJust promise me one thing,â she runs her thumb over the bare skin of your shoulder, âDonât lose yourself in the process.â
You nod, though youâre not entirely sure how youâll keep that promise. âIâll try.â
With that, the soft touch on your shoulder disappears as Mor steps back, giving you the space you need. You wait until her soft footsteps are out of earshot to release the breath youâve been holding in. Your shoulders slump as you exhale, letting the cool air soothe the raw edges of your emotions. The night is still, and for a moment, you allow yourself to breathe, to process all thatâs transpired.Â
The anticipation of whatâs to come gnaws at you, a mix of dread and hope tangled together. Eris will come; youâre certain of that. But what will happen when he does? The question hangs heavy in the air, unanswered. For now, you focus on the steady rhythm of the river, grounding yourself in the present.
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Velaris is a city of breathtaking beauty. It is a vibrant mosaic of colors: the lush gardens spilling over with exotic flowers, the elegant, domed buildings. From the air humming with creativity to the labyrinth of winding streets, it is full of hidden gems. But your favorite part of the city is how the stars seem to listenâhow the intensity of their shine seems to reflect your inner musings.
Tonight is no exception. The twinkling lights are brightâbrighter than youâve ever seen before. They are captivating, whispering to you to come closer. You know itâs temporary, as the night is far from overâbut you canât help but indulge yourself for a little while as you lean against the rails of your apartment balcony nursing a generous glass of wine.
Youâve swapped out Nestaâs dress for one of Azrielâs old sweaters. The cozy material engulfs you, falling mid-thigh and warming your body against the chilling breeze of the city. The deep, burgundy wine is sweet, effectively numbing you in preparation for Erisâs impending arrival.Â
A lump forms in your throat at the thought of him. Seeing him tonight was not something youâd properly prepared yourself for. Every fiber of your being longed to pull him close, to hold him tight and never let go. But that disdainful look in his eyesâŠIf only life was as simple as following your heart. You are no longer in the business of suppressing your emotions. Yet, you still take a large gulp of your wine to alleviate the tightness in your throat.
Something in the air shifts, and you blink back the silver lining your eyes. Every inch of your exposed skin vibrates with anticipation, sensing his arrival.
âDrowning our sorrows, are we?â
Your heart flutters at the sound of his crisp tone slicing through the air. You clutch the glass tightly in your hands, keeping your gaze trained on the stars above.
âSomething like that,â you mumble before taking another slow sip.
You can hear his soft footsteps behind you, wandering around the small space of your studio. But you donât dare turn around, because turning around means looking into his eyes. And looking into his eyes means losing your carefully constructed composure. So, you continue to marvel at the stars, wishing them to sweep you up into their sparkling abyss.Â
Erisâs voice cuts through the fragile peace of the night again, sharp and unyielding. âDrowning your sorrows wonât wash away the guilt.â
âMisery loves company,â you speak softly to conceal the waver of your voice. Your fingers tremble around the stem of your glass. The wine no longer tastes sweetâitâs bitter now, tainted by the truth in his words. His cruelty has always been a defense mechanism, but tonight, it feels more personal, like heâs trying to hurt you as much as youâve hurt him.
âDo you even feel anything anymore, or have you numbed yourself to the point of oblivion?â Each word is a deliberate strike aimed to wound.Â
Your silence speaks louder than words.
âOr have you finally become what they always wantedâa docile little pet with nothing left to say?â He slices through the thin veneer of composure youâve managed to hold onto.Â
The stars above blur as your eyes fill with unshed tears. âEris,â you finally say, your voice barely above a whisper, âCan we justâŠcoexist for a moment? No accusations, no blame. JustâŠbe.â
Thereâs a long, heavy silence that follows your plea. For a moment, you fear heâll ignore you, continue his barrage of insults. But then, he sighs. The sound is filled with an exhaustion that mirrors your own. He moves closer until you can see him in your peripheral. He mimics your stance, leaning against the railing of the balcony. The heat radiating from his body is two-fold: a comforting warmth that beckons you closer and a searing intensity that threatens to burn you alive.
âYou always did prefer the night,â he rasps, his voice softer now, tinged with a note of something you canât quite place.
You swallow hard, still not turning to face him. âThe night doesnât judge,â you reply, voice steady despite the storm brewing inside, âIt just listens.â
 âThe stars are far too forgiving,â Eris murmurs, a bitter edge to his words.
You cup your glass with both hands in a futile attempt to hold it steady. âIf only people were as forgiving as the stars.â
You close your eyes, letting a single tear slip down your cheek. And when they open again, you finally turn to face him. Thereâs a storm behind his amber eyes, a battle between the ruthless mask he wears and the vulnerability he hides. He looks both devastatingly familiar and painfully foreign, like a memory you can't quite grasp. And as you take in the sight of him, the ache in your chest tightens.
âIt was all real, you know. Everything I said. Everything I did. Everything IÂ felt.â your bottom lip wobbles as you speak. âIt was so real it nearly shattered me.â
His jaw flexes, his knuckles turning white from his tight grip around the railing. The seconds stretch into minutes as you wait for his response. Your eyes desperately search his for some sort of tell, but the walls he has built up are impenetrable. Eris abruptly pushes off the railing.
âI didnât come here to reminisce,â he snaps. The momentary softness of his voice has disappeared. âDo you have it or not?â
 You blink slowly at him before averting your gaze to the stars one more time. You tip the glass of wine against your lips, swallowing the remaining contents. The burning of the alcohol down your throat mingles with the sting of his rejection. You set the empty glass down and wipe the lone tear from your cheek with the sleeve of your sweater before turning back to him. You donât meet his eyes as you wrap your arms around your frail body and pad back inside to your apartment. Eris follows silently, keeping his distanceâas if the air surrounding you is toxic.Â
He watches as you round the oak desk in the corner and slide the first cabinet open. You grab the little green vial inside with a trembling hand. But before you slide the drawer shut, you pause. The completed draft of your manuscript sits inside, bound seamlessly thanks to Clothoâs help. You run your free hand over the leather cover. Its pages seem to whisper to you, beckoning you to grab it. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you listen.
Curiosity flashes through Erisâs eyes as you walk towards him, deadly poison in one hand and an equally lethal paperback in the other.Â
âAngelâs Blade,â you hold out the green vial, âOne drop should do the trick.â
He cautiously takes it from you, careful not to touch you. But his eyes are trained on the leather-bound book in your other hand.
âWhatâs that?â he rasps.
Your mouth dries, your nerves running wild. But you muster up the courage to hold it out to him with a steady hand. âSomething Iâve been working on,â you croak, âItâs only a first draft, but Iâd like you to have it.â
He eyes the book with contempt, âIâm not interested in joining your little book club.â
You reach your arm out further, and he takes a step back. âAt least read the forward,â you plead, âYou owe me that much.â
Ire returns, this time with a vengeance. âI donât owe you shit,â he snarls. âThank you for your hospitality. Letâs never do this again.â
Your heart sinks as he turns on his heel and strides towards the door. In an act of desperation, you flip open the book.
âConfucius once posited that wisdom emerges from experience; a notion echoed throughout the annals of philosophy.â
His footsteps halt.
âFor centuries, thinkers have sought to distill the essence of wisdom through the accumulation of experiences and the study of theory. Yet, as we delve deeper into the human condition, it becomes apparent that true introspection does not arise from the mere cataloging of experiences. Instead, it is forged in the crucible of pain, a particular kind of pain that sears the soul and leaves an indelible mark on our being.â
For the first time since he entered your home, your voice is steady, strong.
âIt is pain that consumes, that reaches into the depths of our existence, touching the very core of who we are.â
You inhale deeply, preparing yourself for the word that is about to roll off your tongue. The word youâve been so afraid to utter until now.
âIt pain born of loveâa love so profound that it defies all reason, a love that transcends the boundaries of rational thought and knowledge, a love that has the power to unravel us completely. When love shatters us, it does so in a way that is both devastating and transformative. It is through this pain that the deepest truths about ourselves are revealed.â
Your vision blurs from the tears now streaming freely down your cheeks. The air is deadly silent, filled only by your soft sniffles and Erisâs staggered breath. You approach him on wobbly legs, positioning yourself in front of the door. An unrecognizable emotion swims in his eyes, but the strain on his face is undeniable. You hold his gaze with your own tear-filled one as you finish reciting the forward, the book forgotten in your limp hand.
âIn these pages, I offer not just a recounting of my life but a testament to the truth that has been etched into my soul: that it is loveâintense, all-consuming loveâthat paves the way to introspection. It is a truth forged in the crucible of suffering, illuminated by the dim light that flickers in the wake of loveâs destruction. And it is through this lens that I have come to understand myself, not as I once was, but as I am nowâa being forever changed, yet made more whole by the very pain that once threatened to break me.
For darkness and all its shining stars,
Avicula.â
Your heart lays bare before himâfor him to steal, to cherish, to break. For a moment, you think you see the male you once knew, the one who cherished you with everything he had. But then his jaw tightens, and he diverts his gaze to the manuscript in your hands. Finally, he reaches out, his hand trembling slightly as he takes the leather-bound book from your grasp. When he finally speaks, his voice is rough, barely above a whisper.
âAviculaâŠâ he murmurs, testing the name on his tongue.
âIt means Little Biââ
âI know what it means,â he cuts you off swiftly.Â
You want to say something, to reach out and touch him, but youâre frozen in place. He takes a step closer. Youâve never felt more vulnerable as his eyes search yours. But then, just as quickly as it came, the softness in his gaze is gone, replaced by an impenetrable shield. He pulls back and tucks the book into the inside of his coat.Â
âThis changes nothing.âÂ
Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach. But the dejection tearing at your insides quickly transforms into a fiery rage.
âWhy wonât you admit it?â you demand, âI know you feel something.â You place your hand on his chest, right where you feel the bond in your own.Â
Erisâs eyes snap back to yours, and he wraps his hand around your wrist in a bruising grip. âYou donât know shit,â he snaps, throwing your hand down away from him.
âI know you better than you know yourself,â you retaliate, inching forward, âI know you put on this façade of a cold-blooded, ruthless asshole to detract from the vulnerability that lives within. I know that underneath all that armor, youâre absolutely terrifiedâafraid of what this means, afraid of what will happen if youâre honest with yourself.â
His jaw clenches so tightly you think it might snap. âYou have no idea whatâs at stake here.â
âThen tell me!â you yell, hands shaking with desperation. âStop being so fucking stubborn and tell me!â
He shakes his head vehemently and runs his hands through his hair, pulling tightly at the roots. Your whole body trembles as you watch him pace before you. âWhatâs it gonna take?â you shout. âDo you want me to fall at your feet? Plead for your forgiveness? Or did I damage your ego beyond repair?â you cry, vision blurry again with tears.
âYou canât fix this!â he explodes. The trees outside cower at the rawness of his rage. âYou donât belong in this madness. And I wonât let you destroy yourself for some lovesick fantasy you have of me.â
Eris turns towards the door, but you throw yourself at him once again, intercepting his path. âYou donât get to make that choice for me,â you stammer through your cries. You reach your quivering hands up, cupping the sides of his face. You pull him down towards you, resting his forehead against yours. âPlease, Eris,â your bottom lip wobbles, âI love you.â
Your confession hangs heavy in the air. His eyes flutter shut, and for a split second you can feel him sinking into your hold. But when they open, amber is once again nothing more than a frozen wasteland.Â
âI canât make that choice for you,â the anger in his tone is gone, replaced by an even more deadly finality. âBut I can make it for myself.â
Time stops. And that golden string between you splits, hanging precariously by a single thread.Â
You stand there, frozen and heartbroken, as he pulls himself away from your touch. Silent sobs wrack your body as his figure disappears through the door. You want to scream, kick, fight, anything. Not nothing comes out. It feels like drowningâlike water rushing in, flooding your lungs, and stealing your life away. Watching him walk out that door with the most sacred piece of yourself is a pain like no other, amplified by the shredded bond in your stuttering heart. You can only watch as the world around you spins on its axis before you crumple to the ground, and it goes black entirely.
.ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă»â«ă»ăă»ă.
Throughout his 500 years of existence in an everchanging world, pain has been the only constant for Eris Vanserra. From the relentless beatings by his father to the countless deaths witnessed in not one but two wars, he hasnât just experienced it; heâs lived it. Yet in those five centuries of misery, none has rivaled the Earth-shattering pain of walking away from the only thing that has brought him pure, unadulterated joy.Â
He knows this is the only right decision. He knows that she deserves more than the legacy of violence that taints his bloodline. And he knows that no matter how hard he tries, he canât rewrite the narrative of his own tragic destiny. But that does nothing to quell the shards of glass digging deeper into his chest with each step away from her. For he is no more than a hollow shell of a male, doomed to an eternity of perpetual darkness
The lively atmosphere of Velaris seems to mock his anguish as he stumbles along the cobblestone streets. Unshed tears blur his vision, and each slow blink to keep them at bay feels like another nail in the coffin. The little, leather-bound book seems to sink further into his pocket with each uneven step, until he can no longer bear the weight of it. He limps into an alley way and sinks to the cold ground in a heap of agony. Shaky hands fumble through his coat in search of the only piece of her he has left. His heart pounds in his ears as he flips the book open.
Avicula.
Eris watches in horror as a single tear splatters onto the page. He runs his trembling thumb over the name, smudging the ink slightly. He does it again, watching as the ink blurs together. And again, and again, until she is no more than a splotch of darkness on the page. Another tear falls, and he slams the book shutâas if doing so will put an end to this chapter of his miserable story. But memories are far too cruel, for blurred ink is replaced with every vestige of her: fleeting touches between rows of books, big, brown eyes sparkling brighter than the light of a thousand stars, and the sweet scent of honeysuckle lingering like a ghost in every corner of his mind.Â
He pulls himself from the ground, nearly losing his footing. He tumbles like a drunkard out of the alley, past the lines of shops, and into the grass where the Sidra lies. Eris clutches the book with a white-knuckled grip. He draws his arm back, but before he can launch that last piece of her into the depths of the river, a chilling voice stops him.
âWhat have we here, brother?â
Bile rises to his throat as he spins around. He catches a fleeting glimpse of Bastonâs wicked grin before pain explodes on the back of his head, and the world goes black.
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There is a trend on some social media where the wife/Gf gives her man a full plate and only her self a little saying that is all that was left. How would Andy and Ari act in that situation?
What's Eating You, Mr. Levinson?
Summary: You decide to test your man's patience with a prank you saw on TikTok. CLICK HERE to read Andrew Barber's reaction to the same prompt.
Warnings: Mature Themes, References to Smut, Ari Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, TikTok Hijinks, Brief Mention of Calorie Counting, Bickering, Manhandling, Threats of Spanking/Punishment, Discussion of a Sex Tape, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Prompt brought to you courtesy of a Reader Request. This fic features Ari Levinson from my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!
You werenât quite sure what possessed you to do this. If anybody asked, you would claim temporary insanity. But right now you were about to get up to some mischief.Â
âI solemnly swear that I am up to no good.â You mutter under your breath as you adjust the position of the camera you hid tucked away behind a plant. Pleased with the angle, you make a mental note to revisit the world of Harry Potter sooner rather than later.Â
It was officially time for a reread.Â
Tonight you were gonna play a little joke on your bounty hunter boyfriend. One that youâd come across the other day after accidentally straying from the wonderful world of BookTok. You just hoped he would find it as amusing as you did. In fact, you were certain that he would.
Eventually. Â
Hands on your hips, you do an about-face and traipse back into the kitchen to get started on dinner. On tonightâs menu was a Tuscan pork roast, complete with red wine mushrooms and Haricots Verts â also known as French Green Beans. And for dessert, youâd decided to whip up your manâs favorite: key lime pieÂ
So, even if he got pissed at you later, you were confident you had something that would soothe his ruffled feathers.Â
Fingers crossed.
Later that EveningâŠ
The heady thrum of excitement hits you the moment you hear the open and shut of your front door. Having anticipated his arrival, youâd even thrown on a new dress and cued up a little music. While it wasnât your usual style, you knew without a doubt that Ari would appreciate your efforts.Â
âBird?âÂ
The sound of your nickname has a smile forming on your lips before you even realize it. Smoothing your hands over your skirt, you make your way towards your mudroom, eager to greet your handsome bounty hunter.Â
His eyes light up the moment he sees you. He stands there for a moment, drinking in the sight you clad in your new black dress and wedge heels.Â
âWell, get a look at you.â He breathes, allowing his bag to drop at his feet next to his forgotten boots.
âYou like?â Biting your lip, you give into temptation and do a little spin.Â
Confidence blooms when you hear his appreciative whistle. But thatâs nowhere near enough for your man. Because now that youâd gone and given him a show, he wanted more.Â
âOh baby, I love.âÂ
Pulling you into his arms, his mouth quickly descends upon your own. His tongue wastes no time finding yours, exploring every inch, every corner of your mouth. He lets you know without words that heâs so unbelievably happy to be home holding you like this.Â
You cling to him, your hands roving beneath the soft fabric of his t-shirt to run along the sculpted plane of his back. When he finally lets you up for air itâs so he can nuzzle his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet, unique scent.   Â
âYouâre beautiful.â He rasps, pecking your lips once more, his large hands come up to frame your face. âSo beautiful. Canât wait to take this dress off you later, see what you might be hiding underneath.â
âAll in good time, Beast.â Your lashes flutter closed as you lean into his touch. âAll in good time.â
âWhat if I donât wanna wait?â His husky growl rumbles from somewhere deep in his chest as he fiddles the material of your skirt.Â
âWell, youâre gonna.â Comes your cheeky response. âSo go on and wash up for supper. Weâre having something yummy.â You bat as his hands, intending to shoo him up the stairs.
The look that flashes across your manâs face makes it clear that heâd much rather have you for dinner instead. He boxes you in, slowly crowding you with his much larger frame as he backs you against a nearby wall.Â
However, you refuse to let yourself be swayed.
âI mean it, mister.â You repeat, poking him in the chest. âNow, be a good boy and go wash up.â Ariâs eyes darken at your words. His head dips without warning as he bites your finger, sucking the digit into his mouth, making you gasp.Â
âAlright, Duchess. Have it your way.â He growls once he finally deigns to release you. âYouâd best be ready for me when I get back.â With that, he gives you his back as he strides off in the direction of the stairs.
âI ainât scared of you.â You tell his retreating form, waiting until you hear his heavy footfalls sounding on the floor above you. Only then do you move, intending to finish setting up for dinner.Â
âAlright, sugar.â You think, taking a second to fluff your curls. âTime to earn yourself an Oscar.âÂ
Fifteen Minutes LaterâŠ
Youâve just finished hiding away whatâs left of your meal when you hear Ari make his way into your tiny dining room.
âHave a seat, Beast!â You call out, hoping that the act you were about to put on was at least mildly convincing. âIâIâll be right in.â
Blowing out a breath you snag your bounty hunterâs plate, along with a glass of wine, and head into the next room. Although he admittedly wasnât much of a wine drinker before he met you, he tended to enjoy whatever selection you paired with your meal.Â
Tonight youâd picked a lovely pinot noir.      Â
This time when you see him, youâre treated to the sight of a freshly showered Ari lazily sprawled in one of your slightly too small chairs. His still damp hair is pushed back off his face as he waits for you, patiently biding his time while he plans his next move.
Or so you assumed, anyway.
âHere you are.â You sing as you approach. âTonight I bring you an expertly roasted Tuscan pork loin, complete with a garlic and mushroom risotto and french-style green beans.â
âSmells good, baby.â He absentmindedly scratches at his jaw while he surveys the mountain of food on his plate.Â
âHopefully it tastes good too.â You lean down to press a quick kiss against his temple. âIâll, uh, be right back with mine.â The handsome brute smacks your ass when you turn to depart, making you yip.     Â
âHurry back.â He grunts, letting out a chuckle when he sees you trying to rub the sting out of your butt.
Seconds later you return with your food before quietly taking a seat at the table, all the while refusing to make eye contact. Picking up your napkin, you make a show of draping it across your knee, and thenâŠ
You wait.Â
It doesnât take long for Ari to notice the differences between your respective plates, and it takes even less time for him to speak on it â much to your internal satisfaction.
âWhat theâ?â Ari pushes his plate aside so that he can get a better look at your virtually empty one. âWhere the hellâs the rest of your food, baby?â His deep voice comes out deceptively soft. Â
âHuh?â You cast him a sheepish glance, feigning embarrassment. âOh this? Itâs fine.â
âThatâs not what I asked, Bird.â The quiet steel in his voice is impossible to miss.
âI know it wasnât. But this was all that was left, soâŠâ You trail off, averting your gaze in favor of using your fork to push food around your plate. âItâs fine.â
âThereâs that damn word again.â You hear him grumble under his breath, his nostrils flaring in frustration. âI got news for you, Bird. It ainât fine.â He grouses, reaching for you even as you shift away.
âBut it is.â You sing, daintily fanning yourself with a napkin.Â
âNo it isnât.â He sings right back, clearly not understanding your game. Which was a good thing. It meant that you two could play a little longer. Â
âLook, if this is about you feeling like you need to start counting calories againâŠâ Ari goes to rest his elbows on the table, his own meal all but forgotten. âThen please believe me when I tell you that you look phenomenal. And not just tonight, baby. I mean every night.â
You feel your cheeks heat as your body responds to his praise. That familiar warmth soon spreads, pooling in your belly while you mentally preen at his words. Â
âThank you, Ari.âÂ
âOh donât thank me, sweet girl.â His already husky voice dips another octave. âI just want you to eat.â You stifle a small shiver when the roughened pads of his fingertips lightly graze over your hand. âNow, do me a kindness and take your pretty little self back into that kitchen and fix yourself a proper plate.âÂ
And there it was. He thought you were lying about there not being any leftovers. He was right, of course. Just not the way he thought he was.Â
âI would if I could, sugar.â You stretch out your legs beneath the table as you prepare to really sell the narrative. âHonest. But there really isnât anything left. IâŠaccidentally only bought one pork loin instead of two. And then I misjudged the recipe for the risotto, but that was most likely on account of the fact that I was in my feelings about the state of Herb & Twineâs green beans selection. It wasnât very good.â
Ari doesnât tell you this, but heâs actually impressed by your ability to speak that fast without so much as taking a breath. Instead all you receive is a gruff âuh huhâ for your trouble. Â
âSo,â You forge on, now fully committed to the bit. âI salvaged what I could out of the meal I planned and then gave most of it to you.â
âWhy?âÂ
Boy, he did not look happy. Which was great news for you
âBecauseâŠâ You draw out the word, wincing when you belatedly notice the sudden tick in his jaw. âI justâŠfelt like you shouldnât have to suffer for my mistakes.â
âOh.â He hums, pursing his lips as he mulls over your story. âWell, I reckon weâll just have to fix that.â
Unsure of what he means, you open your mouth to keep talking, only to let out a shriek when Ari suddenly reaches over to grip the back of your chair to drag you, and it, over closer to him. Â
âChrist, Beast!â Your hand flies to your still-heaving chest as you will your heartbeat to calm down.Â
But your manâs not done yet.Â
You scarcely have time to catch your breath before youâre hauled into his lap. Immediately your arms go to weave themselves around his neck to keep you from falling. Not that Ari wouldâve ever allowed that to happen.
Seemingly unbothered by your rather dramatic response, Ari seeks to balance you on top of his muscled thighs as he leans over again to retrieve your plate. You watch in confusion as he unceremoniously dumps the contents onto his own dish before setting yours aside once more.Â
âHate to break it to you, Duchess.â He seamlessly adjusts your positions so that he can grasp his knife and fork. âBut I donât need all this food. So it looks like weâll just have to share.âÂ
Momentarily stunned by this turn of events you can only nod as he feeds you a tender bite of pork. It takes a moment for you to find your voice, but when you finally do, itâs to utter two simple words.Â
âAri, wait.âÂ
ââFraid Iâm not really in the mood to wait.â Your impatient bounty hunter warns. But he does pause his efforts, his fork hovering mere centimeters from your mouth. âYouâre nuts if you think Iâm the kinda man who would even consider stuffing himself while his lady sits by and starves.â
âI know.â You assure him before rearranging your body so that youâre facing him, your thighs now straddling his hips. âAnd I think thatâs awfully sweet.â
âGreat. So how about you ââ
âBut since this is a prankâŠâ The grin youâre sporting threatens to split your face in two. âIt looks like you get to keep your food.â
Ari blinks back at you, his mouth briefly opening and closing in a way that very much reminds you of a fish. You feel positively giddy as you press your hands on either side of his bearded face so you can plant a kiss on his full lips while he tries, and fails, to make sense of what you just said.Â
âRun that by me one more time.â His quiet snarl is enough to have you soaking your panties.
âI saw this thing on TikTok, where these women all decided to prank their boyfriends by serving them this big olâ plate of food, while pretending to give themselves only a little bit and claiming that was all that was leftover. They filmed their reactions and posted âem for everyone else to see.â
âWhat the hell is a fuckinâ TikTok?âÂ
âItâs this app where youâŠâ You pause as you try to find the right words. âWhere people can, umââ
âPost dumb shit?â He quirks a tawny brow as he tries to remain serious, even though youâre also pretty sure that you just saw his lips twitch. âCome up with new and inventive ways to torture the men that love them?â
âI mean, thatâs not all it is.â You take a moment to whisper kisses along his chiseled jaw. âBut I guess thatâs a pretty accurate description.â
âHmph.â Your grumpy bounty hunter continues to glower at you, even as his large, warm hands move to settle on your hips. âAnd am I right to assume youâre recording this?â
âMaybeâŠâ You giggle, not bothering to hide just how funny you found this all to be. âOh â but I was never gonna post it. Promise.âÂ
You hold up your pinky, trying your hardest to look solemn. But the look Ari gives you lets you know that heâs done falling for your act.Â
âIâm warning you, Duchess.â He grunts, lightly bouncing you on his lap. âI swear to God, if I catch myself on that fuckinâ tock clockâŠthingâŠyou have my word that Iâm gonna redden that ass.â
âI already told you I wasnât gonna.â You reassure him once more, resting your forehead against his. âBy the way, thanks for beinâ such a good sport about the whole thing.â
âNo problem.â He flashes you a feral grin, revealing his pearly white teeth. It shoots straight to your core. âBut the way I see it, you kinda owe me one. Donât you?â He leans in close as his hands begin gently kneading your curves.Â
âUmâŠI donât thinkââ You let out a soft whimper when he drags his nose along the delicate column of your throat.
âOh, but I do.â He nips at your jaw.Â
âI suppose thatâs fair.âÂ
âTrust me, it is.â His sensual growl has you practically shivering with need. âWhich is why youâre gonna show me where you hid that camera.â His lust-filled gaze drops to your cleavage as he openly begins undressing you with his eyes.
âNow hold on a minute, Beast ââ You stammer once realization dawns.Â
âAw, donât fret.â Ariâs rueful chuckle lets you know that you will never win this battle. âYouâll have your turn to direct our little movie.â Ari suddenly stands without warning so that he can gently deposit you back in your own chair. âEspecially now that I know how much you love performing for the camera.
Oh, the man had you there. Sometimes your Beast was a bit too cunning for your liking.Â
âI donât thinkââ You try again, now feeling shy. âWhat we do in the dark has no business being on film!â
âHm, guess weâll just have to keep the lights on. But for now, letâs get you fed.â He drops a kiss on your head before picking up your empty dish and sauntering off towards the kitchen. âWeâll talk lighting and camera angles once youâre finished.âÂ
Good Lord on high. What had you just gotten yourself into?
âHere we are.â Ari continues upon his return a few minutes later. He sets your down in front of you before taking your napkin and redraping it across your lap. âBut Iâd eat fast if I were you.â
âUmâŠwhy?â You ask, eyeing him warily.Â
âBecause.â He winks at you before taking a seat and enthusiastically spearing a piece of meat onto his fork. âTonightâs dress rehearsal starts in thirty minutes.â
END
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blood and glitter â a sienna shaw x fem!reader oneshot
pairing(s): sienna shaw x fem!reader
summary: sienna shaw is an enigma with wings and a sword, destined. oh, sheâs also your friend who you may or may not be a little in love withâŠ
tags ~> fem!reader, fluff, smut, romance, friends to lovers, explicit sexual content, explicit language, no mentions of art the clown/any deaths, not really canon tbh, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, fingering, scissoring, praise kink, d/s undertones, gay panic, awkward romance
warnings!: nsfw, pretty graphic smut, explicit language
word count: 11.3k+
a/n: this is my first ever time posting any writing of mine on here so i hope you all enjoy, iâm also going to be posting this to ao3 if you guys ever read stuff on there :) iâm currently experiencing terrifier 3 brain rot especially because of sienna so i need to write this to get it out of my system cus DAMN.
i've tried to make the reader's character not super specfiic as to be as inclusive as possible - the only things described physically is that the reader has female anatomy
The steps that led up towards Siennaâs bedroom looked a little menacing as you stood at their bottom. It felt like you were about to enter a whole other private world you previously had never had access to. The situation was strange, not strange in nature, but because of the fact that although you and the other girl had been friends for months, you still had yet to step foot inside her bedroom.
You had been to her house before, especially when Allie and Brooke wanted to hang out too but had never been in her bedroom. The upstairs of her house was uncharted territory.
But it was normal right? It was completely normal, you were just a friend visiting another friendâs house, about to enter their bedroom so the two of you could get ready for a Halloween party. Every teen movie had this exact moment of calm where the characters could have dialogue and bond a little before moving onto the last big final act.
Sienna wasnât just your friend though, to you she was something more. You didnât want to just be her friend.
You had known she was special ever since she had waved you over one near summer afternoon to her lunch table and had complimented you on the iron-on patches that were littered across your jacket. The two young women sitting with her had looked a little confused when she started rambling on about Daft Punk and French Police (the band, not the law enforcement), but you had understood.
Like a puzzle, you two had fit perfectly together, two pieces clicking into place.
At first the fluttery feeling that bombarded your stomach at the thought of her was mistaken as relief. Platonic affection, and slightly pathetic gratitude that finally you didnât have to sit alone at lunch. That you would now have some people you actually knew.
But once the four of you had begun to hang out, even though you and Allie got close fast, and Brooke at least tolerated your presence, your ever-growing bond with Sienna was different.
That bond, the thing you had labelled as different, shouldâve made it easy for you to climb the stairs and waltz into the bedroom like it was yours. Instead, it had your feet glued to the floor. Barbara, Siennaâs mother and the one who had let you in, finally noticed your hesitation.
The woman didnât seem to find it strange, simply chuckling and gesturing for you to go up. âShe is expecting you honey, donât worry.â
Simply giving her a smile to try and seem relaxed only aided in making you look more nauseous. And to save yourself further embarrassment in the company of your new friendâs mom, you went upstairs. A few of the room doors were opened, but instantly looking within the second one you knew it was Siennaâs.
The room faintly glowed with dim lamp light, and the walls were covered in posters and pieces of art that were sure to have been done by the brunette herself. Every time you had the pleasure of being shown something she had created it always managed to take your breath away. You yourself werenât exactly terrible when it came to a pencil and pad, but your talent laid more in academics than anything truly creative.
Sienna had actually offered to teach you how to draw one evening after you had caught a glimpse of her notepad; design sketches for costumes and makeup looks covering the pages. The temptation of spending more time with her outside of classes and lunch break had won you over. So far, with her help, you now knew how to draw something reminiscent of a detailed cat. Nothing Picasso-like, but it was a start.
One of the things on her wall that caught your eye was a neon white LED light in the shape of a skull. It showcased there was something a little morbid about the beauty of Siennaâs aesthetic too. Both of you had bonded over your love for all things morbid and you regularly had horror movie nights â sometimes with Allie and Brooke. Most of the time it was just the two of you though, the way you preferred it.
âHeyâ the young woman had noticed you standing in the doorway and got off the bed to greet you.
Holy. Shit.
She had messaged you pictures of the costume she had created throughout the months, showing you the tiresome but fulfilling process of how it came to be. But none of them had been of her actually wearing it. You subtly tried to grab onto the doorframe, so you didnât fall over flat on your face.
The Valkyrie armour your friend had adorned was a shiny bronze, and the intricate details of everything needed a few looks to really sink in. It wasnât only the outfit itself that was making your heart palpitate; half of her hair was down, and the other half was sorted neatly into pretty braids.
The realisation she had actually made all this herself added another extra reason to your speechlessness â the main fact being though that she looked like something out of a fantasy nerdâs wet dream. But in a good way, definitely in a good way.
âWowâŠâ was all you could say, making her laugh and spin around so you could see the back of her costume. The two majestic wings sprouting out of her back seemed ironic then as you were almost sure she was an angel.
âWhatâd you think?â Sienna asked, turning back around so she could gauge your reaction. Not that there was much to analyse there though, you were still silent â but thankfully had managed to close your mouth. Running a hand through your hair you tried to find the words to express how ethereal she looked.
âItâs great, really great.â Way to go, loser.
Her face dropped just a little, did she think you were being insincere because your response was so short? Quite the opposite. You quickly scrambled to try and rectify your statement.
âNo, like I really mean it. I-I mean the shoulder piece, the wings, itâs so detailed and pretty. And your makeup, I mean wow you look soâŠsparkly!â Although what you had just said embarrassed you even further, Siennaâs disappointed expression had been replaced with fondness and amusement.
âYeah?â the cosplayer murmured, turning back to the mirror, and admiring herself for another moment. The truth was, she was extremely proud of how it had turned out, and your approval had meant a lot to her especially considering her motherâs likely disapproval when she saw what sheâd be going out in. The weight of your opinion to Sienna was more than what was standard or acceptable for the average friend, even if she couldn't admit that.
You nodded. âYeah.â
âI canât wait to see your costumeâ she smiled, looking down at the backpack you had put down on the floor. The reality was setting in that youâd have to show her your costume.
Seriously, compared to Siennaâs costume, everyone elseâs would be very much underwhelming â it was mean of her to assume everyone just was as talented as she was. The chic vampire look you were about to try to achieve would definitely not live up to standard, but you couldnât spend the entire evening in her bedroom doorway.
âCan I get changed in your bathroom?â
Siennaâs head tilted a little in confusion at that, but realised you werenât comfortable with getting undressed in front of her, so she smiled and said: âSure, itâs the first door when you turn right, youâll easily find it.â
Running a hand down your crisp shirt to smooth it out, you glanced at yourself in the mirror - so far you just looked a bit like a fancy Victorian aristocrat. It was agreed that the girl in the other room would help you do the special effects (and general) makeup for your costume, and you hoped that it would help elevate it to be a little more Halloweenesque.
No doubt your other two friends were doing the exact same thing right now, Allie putting a lot more effort into her costume than Brooke though.
âYou ready for your makeover, Dracula?!â Sienna shouted from the other room, making you almost drop the comb you had brought with you into the sink (slicking back your hair was a harder affair than first thought).
You cleared your throat before replying. âUmm yeah hang on!â Grabbing what sheâd need to transform you into a citizen of Transylvania, you walked back into the bedroom.
Standing in front of the bed, you gave her an awkward half sort of twirl. It made your cape swish around at least.
Sienna bit her lip as she tried not to laugh. âWow, umm, itâs actually quite cool. I think the makeup will give it that extra oomph though, canât have a vampire without fangs.â Both of you looked towards the package that contained the fake fangs. Also splayed out on the bed was a collection of makeup: eyeshadow palettes, mascaras, lip gloss, concealer â all Siennaâs, and some fake blood, glittery fake blood. You supposed that was where the chic part of your costume came in.
The armoured girl looked at you for a moment for patting a space on the bed, silently asking you to sit down so she could get started. You complied a little too quickly, feeling almost lightheaded by being in her presence and by being so close.
âFangs or makeup first?â
You pointed to the fake, glue-on fangs a little apprehensively, hoping the glue wouldnât fuck up your teeth.
Sienna worked quickly and efficiently, like how she did most things â you knew this because you spent admittedly quite a lot of time looking at her when she was in the middle of doing something. Brooke sometimes teased you for it, but you were pretty confident you had the others convinced your admiration for the artist was purely platonic.
âOpen your mouthâ the brunette instructed, you shifted on the bed a little and did as you were told. Her fingers tingled as she touched your face, tilting your head up so she could press on one of the fake fangs to your tooth, holding it until the glue stuck.
Whilst it wasnât exactly what you had hoped for when you sometimes wished for her fingers in your mouth, it felt adrenaline-inducing all the same. You couldnât take your eyes away from her face, even though you knew it was rude to stare, and even though you were almost certain she was aware of your staring. Siennaâs outfit and makeup was breathtaking, a homage to just how talented she was â how beautiful she was too.
The idea of her as some sort of mystic Valkyrie warrior fit, it fit perfectly and made you want to faint every time you looked at her.
âOkay, second and last one, just stay still for a moment.â The brunette applied a tiny dab of prosthetics glue to the end of the other vampire tooth before gesturing for you to open your mouth again. You did so and glanced away as she held the fake fang in place, trying not to acknowledge how flush your face was getting.
After they had been applied, and your teeth really did resemble ones of a bloodsucking creature of the night, Sienna moved on to doing your makeup.
The close proximity she had to your face was beginning to make you feel a little sweaty. The first step she took for your transformation was making you look a little more pale than usual, sickly. Not wanting to make it too obvious or campy by using face paint she instead used foundation, concealer and powder a few shades lighter than your natural skin colour.
Next came the eye makeup, Sienna dabbed very small amounts of what seemed to be eye shadow under your eyes to give the appearance of dark circles. Not that she needed much help with that, you were a bit of an insomniac.
The eyeshadow she used around your eyes was black and glittery, drawing attention to your irises. It felt weird trying not to look at the other girl when she was staring so intensely into (or rather, around) your eyes. The same thing happened when she was doing your lip gloss to quote unquote âdraw attention to your mouthâ and subsequently, your fangs â you thought she might have been staring a little too hard.
And finally, the fake blood. Sienna had dipped the end of a very fine makeup brush in the fake crimson, tickling you slightly as she dabbed your lower lip with it. For a little extra effect, she let some run down your chin, staring a little intensely as some of it ran down your neck a little as your head was tilted back.
Trying not to take the moment as more than it was, and trying to calm your racing heart, you got off the bed to admire your friendâs handiwork in the mirror.
âHoly shitâ you laughed, looking at your face from different angles. You could pass as Dracula himself if it wasnât for the glitter in the fake blood Sienna had running down your chin. Unless he was a very campy Dracula.
âSparkly Draculaâ she commented, looking a little distracted as she assumably admired your costume. You turned around back to her and shot her a genuine smile.
âI love it, thank you.â
The girl shrugged a little and tried to brush the compliment off, but you could tell she was secretly happy to be praised. Sienna always acted humble and dismissive whenever someone complimented her artistry, but you could tell it made her feel good. She, in your opinion, should have been used to compliments by then as everything she touched turned to metaphorical gold, Halloween costumes were no different.
âRight come onâ she followed you in getting off the bed and grabbing her phone as the two of you were already running late. âIf weâre not there soon weâll miss all the fun.â A part of you wanted to ask what was fun about a bunch of gross sweaty teenagers getting drunk and rubbing up on each other on a dance floor.
Youâd much rather just spend the evening in her bedroom watching cheesy 80âs slasher movies and eating popcorn. But you could tell Sienna was looking forward to it, seeing it as an opportunity to blow off some steam, and held your tongue. The things you did for love.
The floor under your feet vibrated with music as the two of you tried to weave your way through the crowd to where Allie and Brooke were. You, thankfully, saw no sign of Brookeâs boyfriend (small mercies). Finally reaching the two of them, you all got a chance to admire each otherâs outfits.
Neither of their costumes were as well-crafted (or as hot) as Siennaâs but both looked cute, passable for Halloween. Allie thought the glitter in your fake blood added a nice touch.
âWhat are you? A gay Dracula?â Brooke snorted, taking another swig of whatever was in her cup. Without knowing any better, and going by her facial expression, it looked like she was drinking straight up gasoline. At her best friendâs remark Sienna tried not to roll her eyes.
âLeave them alone, I think they look great.â
Brooke gave her a look.
âWhat?â
The blonde smirked, simply shaking her head as she looked around. âNothing.â The slightly awkward moment was broken when the song changed to a favourite and Allie pulled all of you to the middle of the dance floor. A thing you had yet to mention to them was that you didnât dance, not well at least. The idea of embarrassing yourself in front of Sienna made you want to dig a hole in the ground to crawl into.
âCome onâ Sienna goaded you. Suddenly it seemed like the entire room faded away as she grabbed you by the hips and made you dance with her. Allie and Brooke and everyone else suddenly didnât exist. The strobe lights on the ceiling made the glitter paint on Siennaâs face sparkle, her eyes equally so.
It felt like looking into a galaxy. Your heart was about to jump into your throat.
Perhaps she thought you looked silly almost frozen in the middle of the dancefloor as she started to laugh, head tilted back like an amused goddess. After a little bit of encouragement, and after the fear of looking like a socially awkward freak in front of the other girl took over, you started to dance with her. Properly this time.
A part of you didnât want to just let go, you were hyperaware of the people all around the two of you. That was the way it had always been for you, so focused on if others were looking at you, and if they were, what they were thinking.
Surely Siennaâs carefreeness had started to rub off on you, as right then you were so tired of caring what others thought, so tired of feeling a knot in your stomach.
Everyone except Brooke and Allie seemed too drunk to even notice anything. Why did it even matter?
The two friends were near but kept their distance, almost as if they wanted to watch you and Sienna rather than dance themselves.
âDo you want a drink?â Siennaâs voice cut over the loud bass. Maybe liquid courage really was a thing. You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak at that moment in time. The brunette simply grabbed your hand, goading you to spin her around a final time before she whisked off towards one of the refreshment tables; a pair of angel wings the only thing you could spot of her in the crowded room.
A total of about five seconds passed before someone had grabbed your arm, turning you around so you could face them. It was Allie, who was sporting a grin like the Cheshire cat. Immediately you felt defensive, the look Brooke was giving you too increasing it tenfold.
âWhat?â you frowned, slightly backing away as you wrestled out of Allieâs grip. She didnât say anything herself, instead looking at Brooke to voice their joint thoughts â that was how it usually went.
The blonde took a sip of her vodka and tonic through a straw as she took a quick glance to where you assumed Sienna was. âShe looks hot in her costume, doesnât she?â
Arms crossed tightly over your chest, a picture of insecurity, you shot back: âSorry?â It wasnât even jealousy that caused the reaction, you were just overwhelmed with everything that was happening.
âSienna looks hot in her costume, doesnât she?â Brooke repeated, voice dripping with patronisation. Sometimes it felt like she thought your brain processed things twice as slow as the average persons. Currently it was as you were being to suspect what they were implying.
Trying to control your tone and keep your reaction impartial, you shrugged. âYeah, I guess so, itâs pretty cool.â
Allie giggled. âYou guess so? Please, me and Brooke have been watching you stare at her all night.â
Shit, okay, the suspicion had been right. Both of them had caught onto exactly how you felt. Fear was like a punch to your stomach, making you feel a little nauseous. âPlease donât say anythingâ was the only sentence you could come up with.
The two girlsâ eyes widened, realising they had finally just got conformation on the thing they were only carelessly teasing you about. In reality, they had no more than an inkling towards how you really felt about Sienna. Brooke then laughed. âShit, dude, I only like kinda suspected it but wow we were right!â
The seconds passed by like an eternity as the tension in the atmosphere couldâve been cut with a knife.
You could only breathe a sigh of relief when Allie reassured you: âI wonât say anything to her I promise,â then sending a very stern look to the definitely tipsy blonde next to her, âneither of us will.â She punctuated the word âneitherâ particularly harsh â both of you knew gossip was as crucial to Brookeâs survival as oxygen was.
As if reading your minds, the young woman in question put her hands up almost in surrender. âYes, yes fine, I wonât tell her anything.â Her expression shifted. âHowever, Iâm not going to lie and say if you continue the way you are that sheâs never gonna put the pieces together. That is if she hasnât already.â Brooke slightly nudged you on the arm, trying to drive her point home as gently as possible.
Were you really that obvious?
Before you could ask her to elaborate on how your very intense crush on Miles Countyâs resident Valkyrie warrior was obvious or defend your honour (and the semblance of pride you had left), Sienna glided up next to you in a flurry of bronze armour and gorgeous hair.
Pressing a red solo cup into your hand, she raised an eyebrow as she looked around at the three of you standing static in amongst the moving crowd.
âWhatâs up guys?â
Allie, Brooke, and you all equally detested the fact sometimes that your friend was so able to read the room. Siennaâs emotional intelligence was normally something that set off butterflies in your stomach, but currently it made you want to throw your drink all over someone, Brooke seemed the most appealing option currently and make a dash to the nearest exit.
âWeâre just talking about who weâve seen here tonight so farâ the lie came quickly and smoothly from Allieâs lips, leading you to internally note that she might have been less innocent than you gave her credit for.
You and Brooke nodded enthusiastically, as if it didnât make the whole scene look even more weird. The two of you were like water and oil, when you got along something was usually up. Simply brushing it off as you guys not wanting to divulge something to her, Sienna took a swig of her drink and changed the subject.
âWhereâs the boyfriend?â she asked Brooke. The grimace on her face indicated she disliked the guy as much as you and Allie did.
The blonde shrugged with a roll of her eyes. âProbably dancing up on some bimbo somewhere, I donât know, I donât keep him on a leash.â
Allie snorted. âYou should.â
You and Sienna tried not to laugh, shooting each other a look as Brooke visibly got pissed off. âYeah whatever.â Without even sending a glance to the rest of you she walked away â clearly the comment had struck a nerve, and she wanted to find Jeff to make sure he wasnât actually dancing with someone else.
Allie watched her go with an expression a mix of guilt and irritation. âShe can never just be pleasant.â
âDuh, itâs Brookeâ Sienna laughed, once again shooting you a look. This time you didnât know what it meant, it seemed she was sneaking glances at you just for the sake of it now. âMaybe you should go check on her? She was drinking quite a lot.â There, that was it, what made Sienna special. Despite your friend being a bitch to you all moments ago, the brunette still had her best interests in mind.
Allie bit her lip and you could tell internally she was battling between being petty and putting that aside to be a good friend. The other side won out, as it usually did where you guys were concerned. âFine, Iâll go find her.â
At first glance it seemed that Brooke couldnât have gone far, but Allieâs small form soon was swallowed by the ever-growing crowd.
âYou, okay?â Sienna asked you as you looked around the room. She knew you werenât the biggest fan of large crowds, or people in general rather.
âYeah, Iïżœïżœïżœm good.â Taking a deep breath you finally took initiative for once and extended your free hand. Your friend didnât need to ask what you wanted, and grabbed it, leading you both to a less crowded area of the dance floor.
One drink turned into two and soon the both of you were tipsy, constantly bumping into each other as you danced. Sienna didnât seem to care, she looked as if she was having a really good time. That realisation sent warmth straight down to your toes, the fact she found pleasure in your company was a miracle in your opinion.
The time you spent dancing together felt like hours as you grew increasingly tired, but you were slowly starting to sober up. Sienna seemed to be sobering up too. Soon she was grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the crowd, and down a deserted hallway that was much further into the building than everyone else was. She double checked no one was around before levelling you with a serious expression.
âI kinda need some advice.â
Instantly you were on high alert, worried that something had gone wrong throughout the evening. So instead of exposing yourself as the anxious freak you were, you tried to act irritated.
âWhat about? Arenât we supposed to be having fun right now?â You werenât completely lying; the middle of a party wasnât exactly the best opportunity to pull someone aside for what seemed like a serious talk. But Sienna looked as if something was troubling her, and you didnât want to push her away.
âNo, no we are, I am I promise. But I need to ask you something.â
Had you done something wrong? A million scenarios ran through your mind, most of them ending with you heartbroken and without her in your life anymore. Maybe if you acted more annoyed, she wouldnât be able to see how scared you were about what she was going to ask.
âUgh fine but make it quick I wanna get another drink.â The last thing you wanted in the world was more alcohol, but you needed to make it seem believable.
You had rarely seen Sienna so nervous. âUmm letâs say hypothetically someone is here, and I really like them.â It felt like a fist had taken a hold of your heart and was squeezing so hard you couldnât breathe, but she continued talking. âAnd Iâm pretty sure they like me too, and I really want to kiss them, but I donât know how to go about it.â
Oh, you shouldâve known. How could someone like her ever feel anything for someone like you?
âWhat?â
Immediately she looked guilty, perhaps she had realised from the surely heartbroken look on your face that your affections regarding her were more than just friendly. âLook itâs fine we donât have to talk about it, we can just go get more drinks- â, she tried to backtrack, but you knew if she didnât explain fully, youâd be (even more of) a mess for the entire night.
âNo, its fine Iâm justâŠsurprised thatâs all⊠who is it? if I can ask?â
This was going to hurt. Was it Daniel, the artsy kid who she always joked around with in history class? Or maybe Davonte, one of the guys you knew she had grown up with. Truthfully the options were endless, Sienna was the type of person that you just couldnât dislike. It didnât help that she was stunningly beautiful on top of that.
What she said next wasnât particularly weird but wasnât what you had expected. Usually, friends would be all about telling each other who they liked, she seemed hesitant to divulge that particular piece of information. Didnât she trust you? âOh um, would your advice be different depending on the person?â
ââŠProbably.â You knew the only true advice you wanted to give to her on the topic of kissing someone else was: please donât. But the bitter truth overcame you that you two werenât together. She saw you as a friend and nothing more. You had no right to control Siennaâs life that way.
âOkay what about just in general?â
Shrugging, you tried to give the most impartial advice you could muster up. Inside though all you wanted to do was drive home and go to bed â you could wallow in self-pity tomorrow. You just hoped she wouldnât kiss this guy in front of you.
âWell, um, I donât know⊠I guess just ask them if theyâre drunk, because consent is important, and if theyâre not and they seem into you just go for it you know.â
âRight. Okay.â Sienna took a deep breath and bit her lip. The silence between you began to grow strange, why was she acting so weird? You were about to question why she was acting so off before she blurted out: âAre you drunk?â
Confusion washed over you, you assumed both of you were basically sober now â neither of you were lightweights. And also, you practically had to be as you were supposed to be the one driving you and her home. âNo, not really, Iâve kinda sobered up basically. Why are- â
Suddenly her lips were on yours.
Oh.
Your teeth nearly bumped together with the force of it as she crowded you against the wall, before gaining composure and pulling away. The air felt warmer somehow as you both caught your breath. Then you moved forward, and that time were the one to initiate the kiss, a lot more softly. Her lips were tacky from her lipstick and your lip gloss, but you didnât care.
She tasted like mint, the type of mint flavour youâd expect from chewing gum. It was odd that you could probably guess now that she used spearmint toothpaste.
When you both pulled away again, she finally spoke. âYouâre such a dumbass for thinking I wanted to kiss someone else you know, my feelings for you werenât exactly a secret.â
Her feelings for you?
âOh.â
Sienna bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. âDid you not know?â You shook your head. âBrooke and Allie have been teasing me about it nonstop for weeks I swear.â They knew, and suddenly you felt quite stupid for believing they were as clueless as they acted.
âAssholesâ you could only laugh. You were once again cut off when Sienna grabbed you by the hips and pulled you into for a deeper kiss. Clearly, she had been holding this back for a while and you would have been lying if you said it didnât make you feel weak in the knees to have her be so rough with you.
The way you were being pressed against the wall would most likely leave you with a bruised spine later, but you couldnât feel anything in that moment except for Siennaâs warm hands moving under your shirt to feel your bare skin, and her tongue eager and skilled against your own.
The sensation was almost dizzying as she moved away from your lips to kiss down your jaw, leaving a trail of lipstick and fake blood across your face. You honestly didnât care if anyone could see the both of you, and if you looked ridiculous covered in the proof of your current make out session.
For once in your life, you didnât care about playing it safe, doing what seemed like the most socially acceptable option â all you were focused on was how it felt.
Siennaâs breath was warm against you as she took a moment to try and compose herself, before failing to and losing it completely as she began to bite and suck bruises down your neck.
Maybe she shouldâve gone as the vampire instead as you were sure those marks would stay for a good couple of weeks. But it made you hot to think that days from now you could have a physical reminder of what was currently happening. Proof that this wasnât just another particularly adventurous wet dream involving your newest yet closest friend.
Sienna had always seemed so gentle in every way, but now she was gripping your hips so hard it started to hurt. Shit, she really did have a different side to her. It made another bolt of heat go straight between your legs. Your underwear was already soaked and none of this was helping.
Pulling away she said: âCan I touch you?â and the question made your brain short circuit for a moment. You had no idea she had even wanted to kiss you until moments ago, and now she was basically saying she wanted you that way. If in any other situation or with any other person, you probably wouldâve told your friend that this was moving way too fast â but oddly with Sienna, it just felt right.
Insecurities werenât a foreign concept to you, quite the opposite actually, but the area was pretty dark and you trusted her enough to go further.
So, despite your heart basically beating out of your chest, you nodded. âYeah.â
âYou sure?â her eyebrow was raised, clearly not pegging you as the type who was down for doing anything affectionate let alone intimate basically in public. There wasnât anyone around, and probably wouldnât be for a good while, but there was always the risk of getting caught. You suspected Sienna found it exciting, whereas you felt a little paranoid but were going along with it anyway because she was clearly really into it.
And if, God forbid, someone was going to walk past or spot you guys, they wouldnât see much. You were firmly set on keeping most, if not all, of your clothes on, even if you were in Siennaâs bedroom you would probably consider that option too.
âSienna please, just, yeah.â
Clearly that was good enough of an answer for her as her hands were sliding up slowly under your shirt. âWhat about here?â she asked, meaning your chest.
Consent was the most important thing, and you found it sweet she was so adamant on making sure you were comfortable, but if she didnât touch you there or even lower soon you thought youâd genuinely explode from pent up tension.
Nodding, you pushed yourself forward and let out a sigh as her hands finally met your breasts. Surprisingly, her hands werenât cold, and it was satisfying to feel her one of the places you needed it most. You were still wearing a bra, but it didnât even matter if you had kept your shirt on or not as Sienna was reaching around behind you to unhook your bra with one hand anyway.
It was a little awkward to get it fully off and out of your shirt but once you had Sienna was all too ready to feel your bare tits. You tried not to gasp as she squeezed them softly, before pinching one of your nipples and laughing when you squirmed (very much not out of discomfort, but something else).
âAre you sensitive?â she teased, laughing as you tried to send her your best imitation of an annoyed look. âCan I use my mouth?â
âPlease justâŠâ the request was too embarrassing to ask out loud, but you could see that Sienna liked watching you squirm. She wasnât going to budge until you admitted what you wanted. âYes, please.â You were repeating yourself now, too much of a mess to really consider how to word anything.
She unbuttoned your shirt just enough to get access to your breasts and you immediately shivered as the rush of cold air that hit your chest. âYouâre going to be the death of me I swearâ she laughed as she leant down as low as possible to take one of your nipples into her mouth.
âShitâ the curse was out of your mouth before you could stop it. Siennaâs mouth was so warm and felt so good already. When it came down to the actual business of physically getting you off, you knew you wouldnât last long. Even her just playing with your tits had you feeling like putty in her hands.
The girl let out a moan as she stopped sucking to kiss all over your chest and neck, nipping you here and there with her teeth to make you shudder. Just when you thought you couldnât take it any longer, she stood up fully and asked if she could unzip your suit slacks.
âFuck, okayâ you tried to catch your breath, air coming out in puffs as you tried to steady yourself.
The effort proved futile as she moved forward and kissed you with an open mouth yet again, pulling at your bottom lip periodically with her teeth to drive you just that little more insane. Damn, she really did like biting huh? You made a note of that for future purposes, although the âfutureâ in question was most likely less than hours away.
Siennaâs hands moved quickly at your belt, unlooping it before pulling it off and throwing it carelessly on the ground. Next was the zip of your slacks and the top button, once opened she slid her hand swiftly down into the front of your suit trousers. No time to waste, you supposed, someone could walk past any minute.
Besides, her urgency was incredibly sexy. It was like she needed you as much as she wanted you. At first, she began to touch you over your underwear, marvelling at how wet you were.
âShit, youâre so wet, all of this is because of me?â
âYeahâ your voice was shaky. The understatement of the century.
She groaned as if your words had physically done something to her, and you swallowed hard. âJesus I canât believe weâve waited until now to do this; I couldâve had you like this for me so long agoâ she sounded frustrated. You wanted to admit that you shared the same sentiment, that ever since you had first saw her you had wanted to kiss her until the both of you had passed out from lack of oxygen.
You were going to agree, say âme tooâ or even just kiss her again, but suddenly her fingers were putting pressure right on your clit. It felt just as good through your underwear due to the friction and just how worked up you already were.
She seemed to be observing your face as she added more pressure and then took it away again over and over, starting to rub little circles slowly.
âYou like that?â Sienna moaned, then she needily sighed as you pushed off the wall slightly to push your hips further towards her. âHang on babyâ she kissed you and moved her hand away, making you groan into the kiss a little annoyed she was such a tease.
The frustration didnât last long as this time she was moving her hand back into the front of your slacks, but also inside your panties this time too. Her face was now buried into your neck, kissing, and licking at the bruised skin there, so you could feel when she gasped as she was met with the feeling of your bare wet pussy against her fingers.
âHoly fuckâ Sienna sounded almost winded as she pulled her mouth away from your throat, like she was just as worked up from this teasing as you were. âCan I put them inside?â she asked.
âYes.â and suddenly her index finger was pushing inside you, eager and warm walls practically sucking her in. Your whole body felt electric, and you moaned as she added another digit alongside her index finger â her middle finger this time, stretching and filling you perfectly.
There was a theory that artists tended to be more dexterous with their fingers, and you were starting to believe this was true as the brunette easily found your g spot. Kissing you hard to muffle the sound of your moans, she pressed her fingers up against it again and again. Her thumb moved up to your clit and began to rub circles and in all honesty, you thought the noise you were making (even when muffled) would attract the attention of the rest of the party rooms away.
Siennaâs entire hand was soaked now, some of your arousal dripping down her wrist. The noises being produced were so obscene that youâd feel shameful if you werenât currently on cloud nine. You were so close, hands gripping onto the sides of her arms as you needed to hold onto something to stop yourself from shaking so much.
It was also a good thing she had you pressed so harshly against the wall as now your knees were Jello. She could tell from how your cunt was tightening around her fingers that you were close to cumming and, to her credit, thought she had teased you enough â so doubled down on her efforts.
The tension inside of you finally snapped and you came with a muffled half moan, half scream as you absolutely drenched her fingers (shit, you had no idea you could even cum that much). Sienna kept on kissing you, taking her thumb off your clit but still keeping her fingers moving inside of you as to not overstimulate you too much as you rode out your orgasm.
She broke the kiss, and you gasped for breath, both from lack of sufficient air and how overwhelmed you were with pleasure. The aftershocks made you clench a little around her fingers every few moments and she watched in fascination as your chest rose and fell, face so warm your flush could be seen in the dark.
Finally catching your breath and regaining (most of) your composure, you felt as Sienna finally pulled her fingers out from inside you, already making you feel a little empty.
She, instead of wiping her hand on your suit pants or her own leg, instructed you: âOpen your mouth.â It wasnât a question. There was no please. You knew you could refuse anytime you wanted.
Immediately doing as she said, your stomach fluttered at the dangerous edge to her voice. You were met with the taste of your own cum as you sucked her index and middle finger into your mouth eagerly, wanting to prove yourself. Prove yourself as what exactly, you didnât know. But you were beginning to learn that whatever pleased her, pleased you.
âGood girlâ Sienna praised without seemingly really thinking about it, and your hands clenched at her biceps, almost accidentally biting down on her fingers with how hard your body physically reacted at that with something. The dark-haired girl could judge from your reaction that you had definitely took the compliment well. âOh? You like when I call you that?â
She took her fingers out of your mouth and let out a breath of amusement as you couldnât meet her gaze. âI expect you to look at me when Iâm speaking to you.â Well shit. A hint of intimidation mixed in with your arousal as you let go of her arms and tried to meet her eyes with your own.
âSorryâ you murmured. You had no idea why you were even apologising, but something about Siennaâs words had unbalanced you. In a good way though.
After a moment she backed off of you, making sure you werenât going to collapse due to how weak your limbs felt now.
âCan you-â she paused for a moment to take a deep breath, âcan you get on your knees for me baby?â She was looking up at you with pupils so blown her eyes were practically black and you felt the sudden urge to have your mouth on her somewhere. Maybe her mouth; it was sparkly, no doubt from all the glittery fake blood that resided around yours. It made you want to giggle, until what she had just asked you registered.
Holy fuck. Was this really happening? Did she mean what you thought she meant?
âOf course you donât have to- â, the makeup artist was already backtracking, paranoid she had suggested something which made you uncomfortable. You shook your head a little too enthusiastically.
âNo, no, i-itâs fine⊠I want to.â You reassured, moving the two of you so that your positions were now flipped, you crowding her against the wall this time. It was strange though, as even though currently you were acting as the more âdominant oneâ, you were hanging off of her every word. Like she was the one who was meant to be calling the shots.
Siennaâs head tilted down as she watched you get on your knees in front of her. Her facial expression was one of pure surprise, with a hint of arousal. She looked as powerful in that moment as you believed her to be, a winged warrior whom your heart was in the hands of. But in that moment, she was also just your friend: courageous, and smart and funny.
You wanted to give her the world, but that was currently impossible, so you supposed this would have to do.
âCan I touch you?â the question was shaky as you looked up at her. It was weird to see her from this angle, so used to looking down at her slightly due to the height difference being more so in your favour.
There was no hesitation. âPlease.â
So, with trembling hands, you ran a palm up her thigh, marvelling how soft her skin was. Some people were a boob person, some were an ass person, you preferred thighs. And you wanted Siennaâs wrapped around your head as soon as physically possible.
The brunette obviously agreed that the anticipation had gotten too much, as she was then taking off the bottom part of her costume carefully as well as the undershorts she had worn under it. You had (very reluctantly) stopped Sienna when she had reached her underwear and was about to take those off too, wanting to do that yourself.
With her legs slightly spread you could see that her wetness had soaked through her panties. Trying to not bite your lip so hard it bled, you took them off and helped her step out of them carefully.
The sight you were met with had you internally scrabbling to remain composed. In between Siennaâs legs was a triangle of dark trimmed hair, and when she spread her thighs apart you were hit with the realisation of just how wet she was. The arousal was dripping down her inner thighs and making your mouth water.
You looked up at her for a signal to go ahead, and once you had received one you kissed your way up her thigh before grabbing her leg and resting her left foot on your left shoulder. Marvelling at her spread open you could feel from her body language that she was a little nervous. The feeling was mutual, so you tried to ease the tension a little bit.
âI canât believe youâre letting me do thisâ you giggled. Jesus, socially awkward much? Sienna Shaw had you between her legs with no panties on and you were giggling like a loser. The thought did nothing to dispel the fluttering feeling in your stomach, it was as if the weight of her foot on your shoulder was the only thing keeping you from floating off the ground.
The brunette let out a huff of laughter, leaning back until her head hit the wall, rather in disbelief herself. âI canât believe this is happening to begin with.â Your facial expression mustâve turned into something a little less light-hearted as she quickly rectified her statement. âNot that Iâm not loving this, you look really cute right now.â
Heat simultaneously rose up to your face and down between your legs at the compliment.
âSeriously, youâre being so good for meâ. One of her hands ran through your hair and then moved down to caress your face, you leaned into her touch.
Although technically this was just a hookup between 2 good friends at a Halloween party, the moment felt special. You had no idea why she had feelings for you of all people, but the way she was looking at you right then made you believe that she was genuinely telling the truth. That you were the one she wanted to be with, the one she wanted to do this with.
You leaned forward impossibly closer to her, face just mere inches away from what laid in between her legs. Looking up at her, you wanted to make sure it was okay before you finally got what you had wanted for what felt like forever.
âGo ahead babyâ.
The permission she gave to you was the final thing to shatter your composure entirely, you gripped the back of her thighs and finally tasted her. Moaning as you buried your face without any shame into her pussy, you heard as she gasped, most likely from the eagerness of which your tongue was exploring her cunt.
âJesus Christâ Sienna swore as you licked one long stripe from her entrance right up to her clit, repeating this until she was a trembling mess. Her façade was slowly cracking as you felt her get more desperate to cum, the dominant persona she had shown earlier melting away slightly. In all honesty you didnât care about the dynamic between the two of you right now, you just wanted her to cum all over your face.
The shorter girlâs blunt nails dug into your scalp as she grabbed your hair harder to grind against your face, deciding the pressure and pace you were going at (which was admittedly rather to tease than anything) wasnât enough.
The taste of her plus the fact she was practically fucking your face made you moan so loud you almost felt embarrassed. The idea of her using you like this was too much to handle, and shifting a little on your knees you discovered you were wet again already.
You were only almost embarrassed at your own noises because they were clearly sending vibrations straight up to the brunetteâs clit and making her let out a string of curses. Her arousal had drenched the bottom half of your face and was dripping down your chin, you wished this could last forever. You would gladly spend the rest of eternity doing this with her if it was possible.
âFuck that feels so good babyâ Sienna tried to say more, before the words trailed off into a groan. The only thing stopping you from moving a hand between your own legs was the fact that you were more worried about holding her up. Siennaâs legs were shaking with pleasure, and it was hitting some sweet egotistical spot in your chest.
Her breathing was getting faster and more ragged as she leant against the wall, clearly on the edge. It made you want to both slow down and speed up at the same time â you wanted to make this last as long as possible. For all you knew, tomorrow it would be like nothing had happened, like you two were just close girl friends. Like you didn't now know what sorts of sounds she made when sheâs being eaten out.
But Siennaâs hands were tightening in your hair, and you needed to know more than anything how she sounded like when she came. What her cum tasted like. The uncomfortable ache in your jaw was immediately forgotten as you doubled down your efforts. She tasted absolutely amazing and you knew youâd never forget doing this, could never forget doing this.
She sounded so pretty coming apart above you, panting and moaning as you abused her clit with your tongue.
As the both of you were already pent up, within a few more moments she was coming with a loud gasp, pressing herself against your face as close as physically possible as if she was scared you were going to move away. The reality was that you were more likely to just stay there and never leave. The noises she made were hopefully unheard by anyone else, but you, you were sure to hear them in many wet dreams to come.
Is this what heaven was like? Was she actually some sort of ethereal being? More wetness flooded your mouth, and you were thankful that your feelings for her were so obvious, as otherwise she might not have dragged you here under the guise of needing âfriendly advice.â
Soon the loud gasps had quietened into barely concealed whimpers, and you were holding yourself back from kissing your way up her inner thigh to do it all over again.
Sienna was trying to catch her breath coming down from an admittedly very intense orgasm, and her grip on your hair was a lot gentler as she stroked your face. âHoly shit.â
You seconded that sentiment, feeling almost dizzy with both satisfaction at making her cum and need for relief again yourself. The ache between your legs was becoming unbearable again, but the current position you were in made you hold off on relieving it so soon.
For a moment, it was quiet except for her quiet breathing and the much louder sound of your racing heart. The two of you could also hear the faint music from the party happening somewhere off in the distance.
âAre you good?â the brunette checked up on you. It made you want to laugh and cry at once â good? You had just acted out your biggest fantasy with someone who you were borderline in love with. Good didnât cover it.
âY-yeah.â
Sienna stroked your hair, silently glad that she hadnât pushed any boundaries with you. It made your heart swell to feel her being so gentle with you, showing she could be as sweet as she could be rough. The perfect balance. You managed to gather enough strength to get up off of your knees and on your feet again to kiss her.
The other girlâs arms wrapped around your neck as she pulled you close, the two of you needing a minute to take in what had just happened.
You realised both of you were still partially undressed and pulled away from the kiss to button your shirt back up and grab the discarded part of her costume as well as her underwear and undershorts. âYou should probably uh,â you gestured to her naked lower half, secretly appreciating the sight but more paranoid than anything that some stranger was going to come past and get an eyeful of her ass or more.
Sienna giggled a little at the expression of pure anxiety on your face, thinking that sometimes you were prone to worrying over nothing. There had been no one where the two of you were the entire night. âCalm down, Iâll put my clothes back onâ she teased you light-heartedly as she took her underwear and undershorts from you. âWanna help me put them back on?â.
With all the sex stuff you had forgotten she was almost as much of a dork as you were. Either that or a really big flirt. Probably both.
You ignored the fact you still were incredibly pent up and let her grab your shoulder for balance as she got dressed again. âCan we go back to your place?â you asked, handing her the Valkyrie skirt, and watching as she adjusted it around her waist.
âOh?â Sienna shot you a look, âof courseâ. She gave you a peck before taking a hold of the knot of your cape and tightening it, somewhere down the line it had loosened and was close to falling off. âAre you okay to drive?â. Both of you had been sober for quite awhile now, and you trusted that you were fine to get you both to her house safely. You told her you were going to be okay behind a wheel.
The thought of being with her in the privacy of her own bedroom sounded like something to look forward to right now.
As soon as Siennaâs bedroom door slammed behind the two of you, she was pushing you towards the bed, neither of you even bothering to turn on the lights so the room wouldnât be encased in darkness. Jonathan was out with his friends at some party, the same with Siennaâs mom, meaning the two of you very thankfully had the house to yourselves.
You both collapsed onto her bed in a tangle of limbs, your lips working their way down her neck. Taking charge seemed far away for a brief moment to her as you climbed on top of the Valkyrie warrior, before she remembered how deliciously pathetic you had sounded moaning into her.
Without even thinking, Sienna pushed herself up off the bed and against you, hooking her legs around your back and flipping you two over so now she was the one on top.
You let out a noise of surprise as you looked up at her. âShit, okay, not complaining about thisâ.
âOf course youâre not complaining you loserâ she laughed, not really meaning the insult. Even if you were a loser, maybe she liked that.
When you grabbed her hips, Sienna responded by grinding down into you, making your breath hitch. Her face showed a mix of concentration and arousal as she tried to take off her wings, shoulder piece and breast plate as carefully and as quickly as possible â sure the costume had taken months to create, but she also really wanted to be inside you right then.
It took a moment, and you having to actually sit up and help her, but finally she was naked from the waist up and you were rewarded with the sight of her bare chest.
Her breasts were perfect, as you had expected them to be, even if they hadnât been you still wouldâve wanted them in your mouth as much as you wanted them right now. The brunetteâs hair was framing her face perfectly as she looked down at you, the lamp light illuminating the space around her almost creating the impression that she was glowing.
Grabbing her by the hips and pulling her towards you, the warrior shifted in your lap as you teased one of her nipples using your mouth.
âFuckâ she swore, grabbing the back of your hair when you moved one of your hands away from her hip to fondle her left breast a lot less gentle than you were being with your mouth. Sienna couldnât believe this was happening still, she had known about your crush on her for a while now but was surprised either of you had the metaphorical balls to do something about it.
Oh, but was she glad though, now pulling you away from her chest and pushing you forcefully down on the bed. âEnough of this teasing bullshitâ she practically growled, ripping your shirt open so hard that some of the buttons popped off.
Frankly you didnât care, the whole costume was bought on a budget and besides, you were too turned on to think of any of the practicalities.
Once your shirt was open, she shimmed down you to take off your belt again, this time for good, and throw it across the room to land somewhere on her bedroom floor. Next came your cape, which wouldâve made you giggle in any other situation. Sienna pulled down your slacks with an urgency that, coming from her, was previously unbeknownst to you.
She unhooked your bra and threw it to the side to join the other clothes that were on the floor. âTake these off babyâ she was gesturing to your suit trousers.
You kicked them off, leaving them in a bunch at the end of her bed. The half-naked girl bent down to kiss you again as she worked on taking the rest of her costume off, now both of you were basically only in underwear (you still in your shirt somehow â neither of you seemed to care, more concerned with the feeling of her hips pressed against yours).
âYouâre so beautifulâ you couldnât help but comment, running a hand down her arm and noticing the gold shimmer of her glitter paint in the dark. Siennaâs face flushed but you didnât notice, a fact she was grateful of.
The two of you both didnât feel like you needed to say anything else to each other for a while, simply kissing and enjoying the sensation of her bare chest against yours. The brunetteâs breathing was getting heavier though and soon she was reaching to pull down and take off the last article of clothing she had on.
She asked you: âCan we try something?â.
That question made you as curious as it did aroused. âUmm okayâ.
Sienna stroked your thigh comfortingly, worried you were anxious for no good reason. âI can do all the work just-â she sighed as she climbed off you for a moment to take your underwear off too, âlift your leg up and put it over my shoulder babyâ. Feeling a mix of apprehensive and overwhelmed you did as she said â your stomach fluttering as you noticed how strong her hands were.
Then you realised what she was doing, no stranger yourself to porn. And could only moan as she pushed her hips forward and down, so that her cunt met yours.
âDoes this feel good for you?â she asked through pants, clearly enjoying it herself. She felt so wet, and you had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from swearing when your clits rubbed together. It was too much and not enough at the same time â this was going to be the death of you.
You could only reply to her question with a string of curses and moans as she experimented with different angles, trying to get the most direct contact with your pussy as possible. Some led to more contact than others but all felt as equally good, and the noises that were being made caused your face to feel hot.
Sienna seemed to go harder when you tried to speak but found you couldnât form any words, it was becoming clear to you that she liked when you were a desperate mess.
âYou look so cute right nowâ she said, knowing that neither of you were going to last long. âGod I love you so muchâ leaning down, the dark-haired girl kissed you, still rocking her hips against yours as much as she could in the position.
Even though you werenât getting as much pressure on your clit before now, you still opened your mouth into the kiss â noticing how close you were. She had just said she loved you.
Sienna was pressing her face into your neck now, overwhelmed, her breathing growing more ragged by the minute. âWe canât go back from this you know. After this youâre mineâ she sounded close to crying, âI canât just be your friend, I canâtâ.
You didnât know what to say, so you kissed her again and held her until you both came hard. It was the truth though, the both of you couldnât be friends anymore after what had happened.
You tried to catch your breath, body still trembling, and told her: âI love you tooâ.
On the Monday two days later, the weather was warm and got increasingly more unbearable as you pulled your hoodie up, hoping to whatever God was listening that the concealer on your neck wouldnât rub off anytime soon. Sienna had rocked up to class in a similar fashion but seemed to pull it off better than you did. Neither of you had approached each other in public for fear of embarrassing yourselves.
Pretences were tiring to keep, and after the weekend that had passed you wouldnât be able to look the brunette in the eye anymore without blushing.
You would call her your friend as you hadnât necessarily put a label on your relationship yet; however, it was a lot more complicated than that now, and you had never been so happy about complications before. Allie and Brooke had texted you a few times over the weekend talking about aimless stuff, and mainly just making sure that you were alive after disappearing on Friday.
But you couldnât tell if they had realised what had gone on â going off of what Sienna had told you about them the night of the party you guessed it was only a matter of time before it would be confirmed to them.
Actually, the idea wasnât as daunting to you as it would have been mere days ago though. It felt like something in you had unravelled, like a rubber band had snapped; you were no longer as fearful of being judged anymore. Maybe it was just because you were so happy, for the past three days now you had woken up in a good mood and it was all down to one person.
Sienna, even when she had just been your friend, made your biggest troubles seem like mere inconveniences when she was around. Her presence was so calming and self-assured. As long as she was with you, nothing could ever hurt you. The girl had said that to you before and you had believed it wholeheartedly. You still did.
And now you two were making the metaphorical (and in this case kind of literal) walk of shame to the lunch table you guys shared with Allie and Brooke every weekday. Both of them seemed a little distracted, but upon realising you and Siennaâs presence they then seemed all too alert. Brooke actually put her phone away. Was this the Twilight Zone or something?
âSoâ the blonde coughed as you sat down next to Allie. Sienna taking the place next to Brooke. Keeping a distance between you and your crush right then was a good idea as you were sure they were about to borderline interrogate you guys. âWhat have you guys got for lunch?â Brooke asked, stabbing some salad with her fork.
What a pleasant surprise, for once in her life Brooke Valdeon wasnât being a complete bitch.
Allie seemed to be following suit, silently asking Sienna to open a bottle of soda for her as she couldnât do it herself. Neither of them seemed to care that you and Sienna had definitely hooked up and were probably more than friends. The only thing that they said that even showed an inclination of their knowledge was when Allie complained about now being the only single one amongst you all.
âSeriously guys, thereâs so many single people out there â surely one of themâs for me, why havenât I found them yet?â
Brooke rolled her eyes; âCause you say cringe shit like that.â You all laughed and even Allie had to crack a smile at that, knowing it was pretty much true.
After lunch break Sienna had offered to walk you to class, just the two of you, leaving a surprisingly supportive Allie and Brooke in your wake. She had her hands stuffed into the pockets of her jeans and looked incredibly nervous. You had literally seen her entirely naked not even three days ago, and she was still acting like you guys were at the end of a first date or something, you wouldâve poked fun at her if it wasnât so cute.
âWould you wanna come round mine tonight? We could watch a movie, I just renewed my Shudder subscriptionâ she offered quietly.
You tried not to smile, âLike a date?â
She looked down at her converse, nothing like the girl you had been with on Friday. âYeah, I mean, if you want it to beâŠâ
Instead of giving Sienna a verbal response you checked the hallway was empty before grabbing her by her hoodie strings to pull her close and kiss her. You pulled away after a few moments, happy you could now do that without risking making a complete fool of yourself. Watching you as you turned around and opened the door to your next class, Sienna looked surprised. Surely that was a good enough answer to her question.
âSo, is that a yes?!â she shouted after you, flustered.
âDuh, Sienna! Of course itâs a yes!â
a/n: and then you guys had a super cute date/movie night and watched the Texas chainsaw massacre and lived happily ever after with no scary borderline immortal clown ruining your lives ::))
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Chapter 5- The Finish Line
Arranged For Love (Carlos Sainz Jr x Reader)
Series Masterlist
Summary- And they lived Happily Ever After
No face claim. All the pictures are from Pinterest
Warning- Mention of death
Carlos and his family flew in for the funeral. He saw his wife, a shell of a person she was. She couldn't stop crying and barely ate anything. "Y/N, you have to eat. Grandma wouldn't be happy if you do this" Carlos reasoned. "If she's that unhappy, tell her to come and feed me herself" Y/N stated. Carlos hugged her, rubbing her back. "Everything will be okay. She's in a better place" Carlos whispered. "I just wish that better place was still with us" Y/N cried. The families stayed for a couple days, wishing their final good byes to Anika.
Once the burial was done and everyone had settled back home, "You should move in with me" Carlos said as he was getting ready to leave. "A change of scenery would do you well." Carlos explained. "I'll probably be going back to college. The restrictions are easing up and classes for the next semester will be on campus" Y/N said. "Until then you can come to the races with me" Carlos smiled. Y/N nodded. "I'll see you at your home race then" she said.
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y/n.y/l/n Home Race!!!đŸđ
carlossainz55 you should come to all the races nowâ€ïž landonorris it was so nice meeting the woman he wouldn't stop talking aboutđ€ charles_leclerc landonorris I agreeđ€ avathetraveller the date vibes are emmaculateđđ user3 who is this and why is she posting Carlos?đđ
2022
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y/n.y/l/n Finally done with college until I decide to get another degreeđ
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y/n.y/l/n Life for the past few monthsđ€đ€
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y/n.y/l/n From only being able to FaceTime you to being able to kiss you whenever I want, we've come a long wayđđ
carlossainz55 yes we have. Also the last picture is a lie, I'll have everyone knowđ€ y/n.y/l/n carlossainz55 please, you parents follow međ carlossainz55 to my parents, you might be grandparents soonđ y/n.y/l/n carlossainz55 OMG!! I hate youđŁđŁ carlossainz55 y/n.y/l/n no you don'tđđ user8 OK, TMI GUYS TMIđđ user9 we might have Carlos jr jr, IDK how I feel about thatđ«Łđ«Ł user10 she's so cute, kinda hard to hate on herđ€đȘ user11 LDR to moving in, I'm so happy for themđ user12 Carlos is a menaceđđ
2023
After moving in together, the two of them were enjoying spending more time together. They were cuddling in bed when Carlos realised that he really loved her and he couldn't imagine his life without her. He did like her when they got married but he felt like she deserved everything since she made him so happy and content.
That's when Carlos put his plan into action. He never got the chance to propose to her so he decided to plan a trip and flew them out to the French country side. He had everything planned. They drove up to the location which he had disappeared off to decorate a few hours back. Y/N had no clue that Carlos was planning something like this. Her jaw was on the floor when she saw the set up; she had tears in her eyes. "For me?" she asked. "Only for you" Carlos said. As the two sat together watching the beautiful scenery, "Y/N, I've known you only for a few years but you've made my life so much better. I can't imagine my life without you. Every day I thank your grandmother for bringing us together." Carlos said. "I love you Carlos, you make me so happy" Y/N smiled back, holding in tears. "I love you so much that's why, even though we are married" Carlos laughed pulling out a ring, Y/N's eyes widened, she saw Carlos get on one knee, "Will you marry me? Again" Carlos asked. "yes, yes, a thousand times yes. I'd marry you a thousand no a million times" she shouted hugging him.
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y/n.y/l/n He proposedđ„čđ„č
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2024
Carlos and Y/N decided to renew their vows on their 4th anniversary. The other's had no clue that this was a vow renewal and thought that the pair were finally getting married after dating for 4 years.
Ava planned a crazy bachelorette for Y/N with all their friends from school and university.
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y/n.y/l/n I think I drank my weight in alcohol last nightđđ
avatraveller best bachelorette everđ€€đ€€ jessiejames Can't believe you're getting marriedđ€§đ€§ alexandrasaintmleux prettiest bride to be ever!!đ„”đ„” user17 I'm laughingđ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł user18 I want to be friends with her, they look like a lot of funđ„čđ„č user19 the theme of the party is killing međđ user20 she has the best friendsđ„čđ„č
Everyone had gathered for the wedding. All the drivers, both their families and friends were invited. Everyone who wasn't at their first wedding didn't know that this was a second one. Y/N still wore the necklace her grandmother gave her on her wedding day.
As Carlos waited for Y/N to walk down the aisle with her dad, Ivan had tears in his eyes as he walked his daughter down the aisle for the second time but this time without his mother. Y/N reassured her dad. He placed Y/N's hand in Carlos's.
The pair faced each other and the officiant began. It was Carlos's turn to say his vows; "I've known you for 4 years. I'm the luckiest man alive to have met someone who understands me so well and supports me. I'm so happy that your grandma played cupid. I promise to keep you happy forever. I knew I would be getting married but I didn't think I'd be lucky enough to marry the love of my life twice" Carlos finished. An audible gasp was heard from the crowd. "I would marry you a billion times. Carlos Sainz, you make me so happy and I'm also happy my grandma was a nosy woman. Being with you makes even the gloomy days sunny. You are the only man I want to spend the rest of eternity with" Y/N said. The officiant began, "We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two beautiful souls. Do you, Carlos Sainz Junior, take Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?" Carlos responded, "I do." "Do you, Y/N Y/L/N , take Carlos Sainz Junior to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?" he asked Y/N. She responded, "I do." "By the power vested in me by the state and the Church, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." the officiant said. Carlos leaned in and captured Y/N's lips in a kiss.
The wedding was buzzing with the new information Carlos had just released. Everyone was busy asking them when they got married, they had power point presentation from their previous wedding playing. Everyone was very annoyed at them for hiding it. "In our defence you guys never asked" Carlos said. "What do you mean never asked? You announce stuff like this" Lando whined. "Sorry Lan, at least you got to be in this one" Y/N cooed. "I'm not a child. I hate you both" Lando groaned. "Maybe he's tired." Y/N told Carlos while looking at him. "Get some rest" Y/N told Lando, patting his back.
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y/n.y/l/n Did we get married or renew our vows? The world will never knowđđ
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y/n.y/l/n Happy to announce carlossainz55 put a baby in međđ
carlossainz55 I take full responsibilityđ€€đ carlossainzoficial Congratulations!! Can't wait to be a grandpa landonorris already making a McLaren jumpsuit for the babyđ charles_leclerc so happy the jumpsuit made it into the announcementâșïž alexandrasaintmleux the prettiest pregnant lady I knowđđ avathetraveller I'm ugly crying!!đđ y/n.y/l/n avathetraveller don't. I'll cry toođ scuderiaferrari new driverđ€ y/n.y/l/n scuderiaferrari he would be if his dad was still driving for the teamđ€Ż user25 okay Y/N popped off on Ferrari, also boy dad Carlosđ€ maxverstappen1 redbull jumpsuit on the way y/n.y/l/n maxverstappen1 I mean đââïžđ fernandoalonso I feel so happy y/n.y/l/n fernandoalonso I believe you'll be on the grid by the time our child gets thereâșïžâșïž user26 we're getting a mini Carlos or Y/N. Can't wait!!đ„č user27 This is such a happy news after the train wreck in the past few weeksđ user28 I'm happy Carlos has something happy to look forward toođđ user29 did Y/N just reveal the gender? (Its a boy, I think) Don't tell herđ€«đ€«
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y/n.y/l/n Stress is bad for the baby but this man made me go throw a hurricane of emotions in the last 2 weeks. Still so proud of you baby
carlossainz55 couldn't have done it without youđâ€ïž y/n.y/l/n carlossainz55 you gave me the motivation and our babyâ€ïžâ€ïž avathetraveller congratulations Carlos user30 he's gonna be the best dad!!đ user31 Congratulations Carlos, only man to break RedBull's streakđđ„č user32 If I was Y/N I would've gone mad by nowđ€§ user33 He looks so happy in the second pictuređ„čđ„č
2025
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carlossainz55 To the best few years of my life!! Can't wait for many moređ„
y/n.y/l/n Can't wait to have more of your babies if they look this cuteđđ carlossainz55 y/n.y/l/n I hope you're readyđ landonorris I was gonna say something nice but no, you guys are nastyđ€ąđ€ź y/n.y/l/n landonorris shut upđ€Ź alex_albon Lily might kidnap your kid the next time he comesđđŁ y/n.y/l/n alex_albon can she kidnap me too??đđ carlossainz55 y/n.y/l/n what do you mean by that??đ€ user34 they are so chaotic, I love itđ€Łđ€Ł user35 Congratulations dad Carlosâ€ïžâ€ïž user36 Can't believe they didn't name him Carlos the thirdđ€Šââïžđ€Šââïž user37 user36 I think I would kill my baby daddy if he did something like thatđ€Šââïžđ user38 cutest family on the gridâ€ïž user39 I already know the kid probably has his own kartđł user40 a couple more years and he'll be a karting championđđ
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Not gonna lie, Drider!Rook made me think about the story âThe Most Dangerous Gameâ and I can just picture him wanting to hunt Reader since heâs never encountered such an exotic and unique prey like a Human, as heâs vibrating from excitement about how his newest âPreyâ shall fair against him
He probably read stories about Humans in his youth and wondered before they went extinct, how they were able to survive without gills, scales, claws, wings, poison, etc or even without magic
Because Reader uses hidden traps and misleading tracks, Rook calls her âMademoiselle Tricksterâ (Mademoiselle is a title for an Unmarried Women in French) and felt his heart skip a beat seeing Reader use her intelligence, cunning and trickery to get the upper hand over him
Only heâs not going to eat or kill her, rather he just wants to feel the thrill of the hunt by chasing an endangered species (He has no intention to harm her)
But hereâs a twist, the hunt is actually a common mating practice for his species of Drider (Or just his family) when it comes to finding a mate
Thereâs not really a lot of information about Rookâs family as heâs quite secretive about himself (Which I find ironic because he wants to know everything when it comes to his âMusesâ)
(I know the shadows over his eyes don't make sense given the pose and the angle of the lighting, but I liked the way they looked all darkened and menacing, so I kept the eye shadows for my own aesthetic.)
(Rook waiting in his web on the Pomefiore ballroom ceiling. He does this to observe the other students and document their habits and will even do this web building around campus in heavy traffic areas/popular gathering spots to stalk others more effectively. Vil will often throw things at Rook if he sees the Drider has built yet another web on the Pomefiore ceiling. His dorm robes aren't well suited for the upsidedown life, but he makes due and uses magic to keep his favorite hat in place on his head.)
- Rook would absolutely love hunting the little Human Trickster if only to experience the thrill of The Hunt. He wouldn't dare harm a hair on his sweet Human's head, but he would absolutely love a back and forth of Hunter and Hunted with them just for fun. He may not tell the little Human it is just for fun, seeing as he wants an authentic experience and a good hunt. Once he eventually catches his Human- and he will catch them at some point- he will be practically bouncing from the thrill of it all and only then will he inform the terrified Human that this was a game and not an actual hunt. Were it an actual hunt, they would not have seen a single hair of the Drider before he struck.
- There is little as exhilarating to Rook than a hunt for prey that knows how to fight back and evade him. Any traps his Human sets, no matter how flimsy or obvious, will only thrill Rook becuase he loves the idea of being hunted by his own prey. To flip the tables on such a skilled Huntsman only makes the game more fun. There is nothing quite like the thrill of chasing down dangerous game and it certainly gets Rook's blood burning hot and pumping.
- As Rook is a Golden Huntsman Drider, he doesn't often participate in web-building in regards to hunting his prey. He will build webs for many reasons in many places, but rarely ever will he build a web to be used in an actual hunt. Huntsman are a spider species known for wandering, tracking down prey, and foraging when needed, Rook is no different and is a voracious predator when it comes to the true hunting and gathering of prey. Naturally, this does mean all of his family shares this drive to hunt. Hunting is ingrained in a Huntsman's DNA so naturally they will also hunt prospective mates.
- Like their spider counterparts, male Huntsman Driders- upon locating a suitable mate- have a tendency to lay their legs in substrate and shuffle them back and forth to make a rustling or rattling sound depending on the substrate. Usually a hunter would not be keen to reveal themselves, but this sound can draw in curious prey and curious mates who are seeking the Drider making the sound. Part of this mating display is hunting their mates down and drawing them in with the sound before springing. Naturally, when they have their mates in their grasp, they don't let go easily as Huntsman Spiders are known to cling tightly to prey and even predators to stop themselves from being shaken off or dislodged from their quarry.
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PRINCESS
Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Vampire!Reader
Summary: Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline find out the real reason Kol calls his lover princess.
Warnings: Violence I guess, Blood mentioned, Death, A bit of angst, Forced suicide, A lousy king, Age gap between reader and unnamed man she is meant to marry, A scene very obviously inspired by Star Wars (let me know if you catch it), Borderline excessive use of the word âprincessâ (I fear that was implied by the title), Inaccurate historical depictions, The Mikaelson family being menaces (kinda), Kol being Kol, Caroline being Caroline, Implied Klaroline, Inconsistencies in the tense itâs written in (my bad), A few uses of Y/N
Notes: Let's pretend everyone gets along⊠for the most part. Kol got turned at nineteen because I said so. Those stars were formatted to be centered originally but they keep going back to the side and I donât know why, sorry.
Word Count: 4.4k
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Present Day
Mystic Falls
For once in Mystic Falls, itâs peaceful. The Mikaelsonâs decided that theyâd all had enough running around, ripping the town apart, they wanted to relax and have normal lives for a bit. Klaus was the most reluctant of this idea, wanting to run off to create more hybrids but Caroline had asked him to stay, just for a bit before heâd continue his travels. He backed down a bit after that, behaving himself for the first time ever. All his siblings were shocked by this but chose not to taunt him about it. Well, all except for one, Kol. Kol would tease him relentlessly about it, using all the new terms he had learned, his favorite being âwhippedâ.
Oh Kol, your sweet, not so sweet, innocent, not so innocent, Kol. You had met Kol during the 16th century while you were still human. You had fallen hard for the Mikaelson boy but your feelings would mean nothing as you had already been betrothed to another man. The man was much older than you but that did not matter. It didnât matter that you didnât love him either, your fate was sealed. You were the only daughter to your parents, only child in fact. Your mother had tried to produce another heir, a boy, but fate would not allow it. Just as Kol would not allow you to marry that man.
You currently sat in the Mystic Grill, snacking on some french fries while you hummed quietly to yourself. Suddenly Caroline, Elena, and Bonnie all crammed into one side of the booth, sitting across from you. They were looking at you with wide eyes. You were in the process of putting a french fry in your mouth and sigh, setting it back onto your plate.
âWhatââ
Caroline shoves your plate of fries out of the way and slams a book in front of you, frantically pointing at a picture, âThis is you? Right?!â
You look at the picture, it was a painting of you. In fact, this particular one was painted by Klaus.
âYes, thatââ
Caroline cuts in, âIs this before you were turned?! All it says is that you mysteriously disappeared at a ball! Youâve gotta tell us about this!â
Your eye twitches a bit, âIâm trying to!â
âOh⊠right.â
You look at the picture of the painting again, itâs nothing compared to the original, âNik actually painted this when he and his familyââ
Caroline interrupts. Again. âNik like, as in Klaus? He painted this? Wait so this was after you were turned? Or was it before?â
âCaroline!â Bonnie and Elena shush her.
âSorry!â Caroline squeaks out, âIâm just excitedâŠâ
You laugh a bit, amused by the blonde's antics, âIâll start with when I met the MikaelsonsâŠâ
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16th Century
England
âWe thank you for welcoming our family into your home.â
Your father nods, holding his head high, still not too sure on the new family who would be staying around for a while. Your mother, on the other hand, had begun to gush over them.
The man continues, âI apologize, I have not properly introduced myself. I am Elijah Mikaelson.â
You watch as Elijah takes your mothers hand and brings it to his lips, she looks as though she is going to faint. You glance at your father who looks like steam is going to come from his ears. You try to suppress a giggle but fail. Your eyes widen when another boy immediately looks at you, you were caught. The heat rises to your face as you shrink back in on yourself. The boy was very attractive, they all were. He had brown hair and eyes to match, which glimmered with mischief. You knew immediately that heâd be one to cause trouble. He smirked at you and tilted his head to the side as he stared at you. You began to chew your lip and look to the ground, unable to meet his gaze any longer.
Your father clears his throat, bringing your mother back from her daydreams of Elijah. Your mother looks at you and grabs your hand, pulling you to stand in front of her.
âThis is our daughter, Y/N, she is to be queen.â
The boy with the mischievous eyes raises a brow, âNo sons?â
âMind your tongue, Kol.â Elijah warns his younger brother.
The blonde girl next to who you now know as Kol begins to snicker. Elijah quickly turns his attention to her, âRebekah.â he warns.
Another man steps up from behind Rebekah and Kol, âI do apologize for my siblings behavior. Kol and Rebekah can be rather⊠brash. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Klaus.â
He takes your mothers hand and kisses it, she looks as though she is going to faint again.
Your father clears his throat once more and Kol raises a brow, âAre you ill?â
âKol!â Elijah hisses. Kol simply shrugs.
Your father glares at Kol before choosing to ignore him, addressing the others while simultaneously answering Kolâs question from earlier, âShe is to be wed soon.â
You tense up at the mention of your wedding. Something that Kol immediately takes note of.
âWe are having a ball in three monthâs time to celebrate, it will be held the night before the wedding! You are all welcome to attend!â your mother quickly offers.
âOh donât be ridiculous, my dear. They will certainly have moved on with their travels by then.â your father looks at the Mikaelsons before narrowing his eyes, âRight?â
Kol and Rebekah glance at each other, clearly not impressed by your fathers attempt at intimidation.
Klaus smirks, âNonsense! We wouldnât dare miss a ball, would we Elijah?â
Elijah chuckles, âNo brother, we would not. You have my word, we will be there, Miss Y/N.â
âPrincess Y/N.â your father quickly corrects.
Elijahâs eyes narrow, âMy mistake.â he then turns to you, âWe will be at your ball, Princess.â
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A week had passed since the Mikaelson family had arrived in your kingdom. You had grown to enjoy Rebekahâs company, laughing along with her as she complained about her brothers. Elijah would offer polite conversation if he saw you and you were scheduled to have Klaus paint your portrait (something your mother was ecstatic about). The only one you hadnât had much interaction with was Kol. You could see him watching you from afar but he never approached you, though you couldnât blame him because you never approached him either.
âFor a girl that is soon to be wed, you donât appear to be all that thrilled.â
You jump at the sudden voice and turn to see Kol. Heâs smirking at you, âHello princess.â
What was that saying? Speak of the devilâŠ
You scoff and turn back to look at the trees, watching a squirrel run by. You often came to this spot in the forest to clear your head. It was isolated, just you with nature, and no one knew of it other than you and your mother. Until now that is.
âHow did you find me?â you ask quietly.
âOh! So she does speak!â Kolâs smirk widens.
Sitting up straighter, you clear your throat but before you can speak, Kol interrupts, âDoes that run in your family?â
You narrow your eyes, âDoes being an overly presumptuous arse run in yours?â
Kol lets out a whistle, âSharp tongue.â
âIs there something you need, Mister Mikaelson?â
Kol raises a brow, âWhat I âneedâ is for you to call me Kol, Mister Mikaelson makes me sound far too much like Elijah⊠so proper.â
âThen stop calling me princess.â
âOh Iâm sorry I canât do that, princess. It is your title after all.â
âVery wellâŠâ you pause, âMister Mikaelson.â
Kol chuckles, shaking his head and gestures towards the rock youâre currently sitting on, âMind if I sit?â
âFor some reason, I think youâd sit regardless of my answer.â
He smirks, âPretty and clever.â
You turn to look away from him, heat rushing to your face. He chuckles a bit at your reaction. The two of you sit in silence for a moment, observing the nature around you. A bunny stops at a tree in front of you two, staring at you both. A smile appears on your face as the creature stares you down. You tilt your head to the side, letting out a small laugh as the bunny copies your actions.
Kolâs attention is not on the bunny though. He is focused solely on you. The way you smile, the way your hair is framing your face, the way your chest rises and falls with each breath, the twinkle in your eye as you watch the animal⊠just⊠you. An unfamiliar warmth spreads in his chest, unfamiliar, but nice.
Kol is so distracted by you that he doesnât even realize that the bunny has run off until youâre waving your hand in front of his face. Kol blinks a few times as you lower your hand, your attention entirely on him as you begin to giggle again. Kolâs face flushes a bit and that warmth begins to spread in his chest again.
You raise a brow at him, âHas something distracted you?â
Kol laughs, shaking his head, âI just⊠youâre full of such life, you have wit⊠youâre fierce yet nurturing. And yet, Iâve seen you around with that man who must be at least twice your age and you seem dead. Itâs as though you lose everything that makes you, you when youâre with him.â
You chew your lip, tilting your head as though youâre thinking, âPerhaps you are different.â
âA good different?â
âI hope so.â
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Three days later you were sitting at that spot once again when Kol found you. This time, he brought a basket full of treats.
âYou cook? Bake?â you ask.
He smiles a bit, raising his hands in mock surrender, âAlright, youâve got me. I had some help from Rebekah⊠and I may have stopped at the market on the way here.â
You try to hold your composure but begin to laugh, Kol smiles at this and begins to laugh as well. He sits on the ground in front of you even though you had told him he could sit next to you. He simply wanted to look at you without having to turn his body.
You pick up one of the pastries and take a bite, a few crumbs fall onto your skirt and you donât notice the few that stick to your lip. Kol does though, he finds it adorable and canât help it when he sits up straight, bringing his hand up to brush his thumb against your lip. Your eyes widen in shock as you look down at him. Without breaking eye contact, he pulls his hand back and places his thumb in his mouth, sucking the remaining crumbs of pastry away.
Amused by your wide eyes and flushed face he tilts his head to the side, a sly smirk appearing on his face, âWhat?â
You narrow your eyes at him, âPlease stop looking at me like that.â
âLike what?â he sits up once more, your faces directly in front of each other, only inches between the two of you. Your noses are practically touchingâŠ
You will yourself to not break away from his intense gaze, âYouâre teasing me.â
âOh,â he chuckles, amused, âIâd be much too frightened to tease a princess.â
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Kol and you had continued to meet at that spot at least twice a week. No one had known other than maybe his siblings. It was taboo enough for two people of the opposite gender to be left alone if they werenât married or soon to be. It was even more taboo considering the fact that you were to be married soon, to another man. Not to mention Kolâs obvious flirting and the way you would become flustered just by his gaze alone. Something that your soon to be husband could never do, never make you feel.
Normally, when Kol would find you, youâd be humming a song or spinning in a circle or even just sitting there, watching. Today, though, when Kol arrived, your entire body was shaking. He could hear your sobs as he approached you.
âPrincess?â Kol asks softly, sitting next to you.
You looked up at him and Kolâs heart broke at the sight of your tear stained face.
âHeâs going to kill me Kol.â
âWhat?â
âMy fiancé⊠I overheard him speaking with his brother, after we are wed he is going to have me executed. I am simply a means to an end for him, I tried to tell my father but he brushed me off as paranoid and trying to get out of the wedding!â
Kol rests his hand on your cheek, wiping away a tear and for a moment, just a split second you could have sworn you saw the veins beneath his eyes ripple, it must have been your tear filled eyes playing tricks on you. You were certain though, that his eyes became dark. You should have been scared at that look in his eyes but you werenât. You felt safe.
âWill you trust me?â
When you donât answer he asks again, differently, âY/N. Do you trust me?â
âYes.â you answer without hesitation this time.
âAt the ball tomorrow, Iâll take care of everything, okay? I promise that I wonât let him hurt you. I will find you, okay? If I do not then one of my siblings will. If none of us can reach you, Iâll be here, at this spot, waiting for you.â
You nod, bringing your hand up to cup his that currently holds your face.
âI must confess something.â
You tilt your head, urging him to continue.
âIâve never had any intention of allowing you to marry that man.â
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You were preparing for the ball when there was a knock at your door.
âCome in.â You called out.
Your mother entered the room and dramatically placed her hands over her heart at the sight of you. She rushed over to you, placing her hands on your shoulders, looking at you both in the mirror.
âMy little girl, youâre all grown up.â
You smile softly, âWell I think that I still need my mother to help me with my necklaceâŠâ
You reach for the necklace that you had planned to wear but you were stopped by your mother. You look at her in the mirror, confused.
âNo no, youâll be wearing this.â she held up a gorgeous necklace, it was bejeweled, specifically with your birthstone.
âMamaâŠâ you say, turning around to face her, touching the necklace as gently as you could, âThis is gorgeous, where did you get this?â
She smiles, cupping your cheek, âIt was a gift, here, allow me.â
You turn back around and your mother lifts your hair as she clasps the necklace. You reach up to touch the jewels, a small smile on your face. You have a guess as to who the mysterious gifter was and you could only hope you were correct.
She kisses your cheek, âTo think, tomorrow you will be marriedâŠâ
Your mood is dampened at the mention of your marriage. One day closer to your death. You had to trust Kol, that he would help.
The door opened and Rebekah entered, she looked absolutely stunning in her blue gown. Her hair was in an updo that complemented the square neckline of the dress. She freezes at the sight of your mother.
âMy apologies, I did not mean to intrude.â
âNonsense!â your mother exclaims, âI was just telling my lovely daughter how beautiful she looks, Iâll leave you two to talk.â she makes a swift exit out of the room and you chuckle.
Rebekah turns and looks at you, âYou do look truly gorgeous.â
âAs do you, Rebekah.â you smile softly at her.
The blonde takes your hands in hers, glancing at the door to make sure itâs closed before she turns back to you, âHow much has Kol told you about tonight?â
Your brows furrow, âOnly that I need to trust himâŠâ
Rebekah sighs, âThat fool.â
âRebekah? What is going on?â
She plasters on a smile, âYou neednât worry darling, we wonât allow anything to happen to you.â
âWhere is KolâŠ?â
Rebekahâs smile falls, âHeâs having a chat with your fiancĂ©.â
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You stand with Rebekah, chatting while sipping your drinks. You glance around the room and frown when you realize you still havenât seen Kol around. You hadnât seen your fiancĂ© either.
When Kol finally enters the ballroom, he makes his way to Elijah. Elijah takes in Kolâs appearance, checking him for blood stains and when he finds none, he raises a brow.
âI do hope you did not leave a bloody mess behind.â
Kol smiles sweetly, but his words are anything but, âIâd rather choke than have a single sip of that pig's blood.â
Elijah raises a brow and hums, intrigued, âWhat have you done?â
Thereâs suddenly a loud crash and a scream, causing everyone to look to the stairs. A maid comes rushing from the room where your fiancĂ© was getting dressed, she goes straight up to your father. Listening in, Kol and Elijah hear the maid tell him that she found your fiancĂ©âs body in the room. Your fatherâs eyes fall onto you and he beckons you to come to him. Your mother chews her lip, looking absolutely horrified. You excuse yourself from Rebekah and make your way to the stairs. Kol shifts the way heâs standing as though heâs about to make an escape.
âKolâŠâ Elijah narrows his eyes at his brother, âWhat did you do to the man?â
âRelax brother⊠heâs just hanging out.â
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That night you sat on your bed, staring out the window. Your father had forbidden you from leaving the room for any reason. He blamed you for what had happened. Your mother remained downstairs trying to keep the party alive even though the guests of honor were nowhere to be found. You had discarded your gorgeous ball gown to slip into your nightgown. The necklace still rested on your chest, you couldnât reach the clasp to remove it, you began to fidget with one of the jewels.
The more you stared out the window, the more your room seemed to suffocate you. You brought your hand up to catch the cold, metal latch and unlock the window, allowing the cool air of the night to blow into your room. Then you make a decision youâre sure youâll regret, you climb out of the window and begin to climb to the ground. Your bare feet freezing when they make contact with the cold rock.
When you hit the ground you immediately start running to the forest, to your spot. You wish you could say that you werenât surprised to see Kol there, already waiting for you like he had said he would be.
âPrincess, I was waiting for you to show up.â
You let out a shaky breath, suddenly aware of the cold air around you. Kol stands and walks over to you, his eyes fall to your chest and you begin to feel self conscious of the fact that youâre in nothing more than a nightgown. He carefully reaches for your necklace, fidgeting with a gem, just as you had done earlier.
âI see you got my gift.â
A small smile finds its way onto your lips, âI knew it was youâŠâ he canât help but think that your words are referring to more than just the necklace.
He smiles down at you, âI am disappointed that I could not dance with you tonight.â
âYou still can.â
He smirks, taking a step back from you before offering you his hand, âCould I have this dance, princess?â
You laugh, doing a small curtsy as you take his hand, âWhy of course, Mister Mikaelson.â
Kol pulls you into his arms and you wrap your arms around his neck, taking in his body heat. His hands rest on your waist and you jump a bit at the feeling.
He chuckles, âYou must be freezingâŠâ
âOnly a bit.â you admit, quietly, âYouâre quite warm though, enough for us both.â
You rest your head onto his shoulder and close your eyes, humming. All nice things must come to an end as you hear your fathers booming voice echo throughout the forest. The sound of footsteps stopping right near you. You wait for the shouting but it does not come. Reluctantly you lift your head and find your motherâs wide eyes staring at you.
âMamaâŠâ you begin to pull yourself away from Kol.
She brings a finger to her lips, shushing you as she rushes to pull you into a hug. She pulls away and holds your face in her hands, âYou must go. Run.â
âMama, Iââ
She shakes her head, âThere is no time to argue,â she looks at Kol, âYour family, you have money?â he nods and she continues, âYou will take care of her?â he nods once more.
Your mother swallows hard, âThen go, run far from here and be happy. This life⊠it is never what you wanted, you want adventure, you want to travel. You do not want to sit and deal with politics⊠I know how it bores you. Itâs killing your soul. I want you to be happyâŠâ
Tears fill your eyes as you pull her into a tight hug, âI love you, mother.â
âI love you too, my daughter.â
She pulls away, tears are in her eyes, âNow go.â
Your fatherâs voice gets closer and before you know it, Kol has picked you up into his arms and has begun to run, you wrap your arms around his shoulders. You watch over his shoulder as your mother stands still, getting smaller and smaller the farther you get away.
Kol seems to be running at an inhuman speed and you close your eyes not being able to handle the way things speed past you anymore, you feel as though youâll be sick. Not even a minute later, Kol stops running.
âKol.â Klausâ voice warns, âWhat happened to getting rid of the fiancĂ© and leaving the girl to find a better suitor?â
âSheâs coming with us.â
âKolâŠâ Klaus begins.
âThis is not negotiable brother!â Kol fires back.
Rebekah looks at you, curled up in Kolâs arms, practically shaking, âDid you steal her?â
âWhat?! Do you take me for an uncivilized fool?! She came with me!â
âIâm not judging! Iâve grown to like the girl as well!â
âMy mother asked me to go with himâŠâ you finally speak up.
âIf she goes back, her father will be even more enraged than he already is. Sheâs coming with us.â
âDoes she know?â Elijah asks, when Kol shakes his head, he sighs.
âSheâll have to knââ
âI know, Elijah!â Kol snaps, âBut now, we must go! The people are looking for her, we need to leave!â
Elijah swallows, âVery well. But we will be discussing this further Kol.â
Klaus throws his hands up, âYouâre not serious, are you?â
He gets no verbal response as his siblings begin to run ahead of him. Klaus groans, âYou are serious,â rolling his eyes as he reluctantly moves to catch up with the others.
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âWould you turn me?â you ask suddenly, snuggling further into Kolâs chest.
He tenses up, he stops brushing your hair, âWhere is this coming from?â
You sit up from his chest, âWeâve been traveling for almost two years now. Iâll be nineteen soon and youâre forever nineteen.â
You bring a hand up to brush the side of his face, forcing him to look at you, âI want to spend forever with you.â
Kol holds his hand over yours, staring into your eyes, âDo you understand what youâre asking of me? Youâd have to die⊠and then youâd wake up like me, a monster. Youâll be thirsty for blood and no matter what you do that thirst will never go away.â
âYouâre not a monster, Kol. I know the things youâve done, and yet you can still be gentle. If I have to die and drink blood to spend the rest of eternity by your side then so be it. I want to stay with you forever.â
âForever is a long time, princess.â
You laugh, âPerhaps it will be long enough to teach you to quit calling me that!â
Itâs Kolâs turn to laugh, he pulls you back into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, âNeverrrr.â
You both lay in silence for a moment, until you look up at him again. He narrows his eyes at you before finally sighing.
âIf that is really what you want once you turn nineteen⊠then I will turn you myself. Just donât go running to Rebekah or God forbid, Nik.â
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Present Day
Mystic Falls
âSooooâŠâ Bonnie pauses, âKol killed your fiancĂ© and you ran off with him?â she then points at your neck, âAnd youâre still wearing the necklace he got you.â
âWell thatâs one way to shorten my story.â You mutter.
Elena laughs a bit at that before raising a brow, âSo wait, you knew Kol killed him?â
âIt was kind of obvious that Kol had something to do with it, he did tell me he was going to take care of it. I just assumed he had threatened him and it scared the man so bad he took his own lifeâŠâ
âIn reality I simply compelled him to, I never laid a finger on the man.â Kol announces as he slides in the booth to sit next to you.
âSpeak of the Devil.â you tease.
Kol looks around for a moment before turning to you, âI donât see Nik anywhere.â
He wraps his arm around your shoulder and presses a kiss to your cheek, âHello princess.â
âHi Mister Mikaelson.â
You then look to the three girls across from you, âHow did you even find that picture?â
âSchool project on the time period. Itâs in a few history books.â Elena answers.
You hum in response then look at Kol who slides out of the booth, offering you his hand, âI hope you ladies donât mind, the princess and I have places to be.â
You roll your eyes at his antics and take his hand, getting about a foot away before you turn back around to look at the three girls, âIâd really appreciate it if you didnât do your school project on me.â
They all nod and you smile, leaving The Grill, holding Kolâs hand. The three girls sit in silence for a moment, still soaking in all the information they just learned when Caroline suddenly gasps.
âWhat is it?!â Bonnie asks, looking around, trying to find a threat.
âThatâs why he calls her princess!â
âWe know, Caroline.â Elena answers, a bit amused.
âOhâŠâ
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MY OPINIONS ON VARIOUS TF2 SHIPS
For funsies
SCIENCE PARTY:
fun ship, but they're GodComplex4GodComplex and I fear that would only end in disaster
TOASTED SANDVICH:
if there is one heavypyro fan on this stupid baka planet it is me. shout out to menacing quiet individuals who like violence but have a soft side fr.
BLOODY SUIT:
literally The Original toxic yaoi rivals to lovers red blue combo ship. speeding bullet and napoleon complex fans WISH they had our shared update and corresponding voice lines
BATTING HELMET: (scout n solly)
i just think it's really funny trust me on this one guys. have you seen them in the fourth comic it's a constant "yes, and" bit between the two of them. soldier's love language is choking people out.
HIT AND A MISS: (scout n pauling)
like most ms pauling ships, i'm only into it if scout's a cool lesbian. which he is not most of the time.
RED OKTOBERFEST:
AAAAAAAAAAAAA literally the ship of all time save me heavymedic save me. if they don't smooch in the next comic i will become jay pinkerton's personal sleep paralysis demon.
SPEEDING BULLET:
my feelings on it are Complicated. twas my first love (otp) in this fandom, but the overabundance of twinky uwu scout and daddy dom snoipah has built up some resentment on my part. call me back when people stop making up imaginary life problems for sniper to comfort scout over.
NAPOLEON COMPLEX: (Spy n Engie)
literally just rarjack if they were boys and not horses to me and i'm not even an mlp fan. it's alright, just doesn't really stick out to me.
SPYMA:
LITERALLY THE POWERCOUPLE EVER TRULY A LOVE STORY FOR THE AGES or at least the version that exists in my head is. i have so much made up spyma lore it's crazyyy. bonus points if they're polying up they cule with sniper it's quickly becoming my favourite genre of fanart (i have seen at maximum three)
SUPPORT SANDWICH: (spy n sniper n medic)
in my opinion, it is healthy for everyone to have at least one ship they just like bc they think it's hot. for me, that is support sandwich. not much else to say on that the fics are all banging go look them up.
SNIDOS: (sniper n GLaDOS)
hell yeah.
ADMINPAULING:
i used to like it a lot, but timelining implies ms pauling's been working for helen since her mid teens at the latest so i no longer like it. 4chan leaks my beloathed pleaseee don't make them kiss i think it would kill me in a bad way
URINE SAMPLE: (medic n sniper)
there's a lot of werewolf and vampire stuff for these two on ao3 which is pretty fun. and i'm way more likely to find sniper angst under the medicsniper tag than sb and bs which is always a plus.
FRENCH TOAST: (spyro)
have you seen that one animation where pyro gives birth to spy's child and gordon freeman is there at one point. yeahhhh. the ship's pretty cute tho spy would be sooo soft for pyro they'd light his cigarettes for him.
BOOTS AND BOMBS:
THE FORBIDDEN RED/BLU ROMANCE GOES CRAZY I ADORE IT. same team bnb is pretty banging too. bonus points if they're polying up they cule with zhanna.
SPYPAULING:
HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE. imagine. spy x pauling. yuri. that will be all.
SWORDVAN:
SWORDVAN MY LOVE!!! idk what it is about demo and sniper together but HELL YEAH TOP 5 SHIPS FR FR. shout out to the guy still writing monsterous intent, they're like single handedly carrying the swordvandom.
TEXAS TOAST:
I used to think "this is cute" but then my friend got really really into it and that hyped me up into "THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST SHIPS OF ALL TIME" territory. bonus points if they're yuri! shout out to Technicolor California, my current favourite fanfic of all time (it overtook running blind in the interal rankings). oh yeah insert mandatory "no hate to engie and pyro father son dynamic preferers" message here lol.
Ok that's enough I will cover more at some point maybe.
#tf2#team fortress two#team fortress 2#ao3#tf2 ships#science party#toasted sandvich#bloody suit#sniperspy#batting helmet#hit and a miss#scoutpauling#red oktoberfest#heavymedic#speeding bullet#napoleon complex#spyma#support sandwich#snidos#glados x sniper#sniper x glados#cant believe none of those are tags!!#what a world we live in.#adminpauling#urine sample#french toast#boots n bombs#spypauling#swordvan#texas toast
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