#will focus on lily later tonight!!

[sh1nr]

a night of fun

M!Reader x Jang Kyujin

wc: 3k

ao3

When Kyujin invited you to one of her group's performances , you didn't think much. It has happened before, most recently their MIXX UNIVERSITY fan concert. And besides her inviting you, usually you go yourself if you have the time. This time it was different, it was a performance at a university, Hanyang University to be specific. Though, you accepted her invitation as seeing your childhood best friend and now girlfriend perform would be a missed opportunity.

Once you arrived at Hanyang University, you were greeted by the staff and led backstage, unfortunately you weren't able to meet Kyujin or her members, but you were able to see the members perform. You eyed all the members, they looked beautiful as always but your eyes naturally gravitated toward Kyujin. She stood out to you, not just because of her incredible stage presence but because of the connection you shared. It was something beyond words, beyond the dazzling lights and the thundering beats of the performance. As the group powered through their setlist, the crowd was electric, their energy almost tangible. NMIXX performed their hits flawlessly, their synchrony mesmerizing, but you couldn’t help but focus on the subtle ways Kyujin expressed herself on stage. The little smirks, the sharpness of her moves, and the way her voice cut through the music, it all made your heart swell with pride. As the stage came to an end and the members went off stage, you noticed how quickly Kyujin went down the stairs to meet you. With the members noticing they teased her a little. However right as you were heading towards Kyujin you ran into an another idol friend of you aespa’s Karina.

“Oh hey!” Karina said

“Hey” You greeted her

“I didn't expect you here” Karina said “You came here just cause or…?”

“Uh, Kyujin invited me” You said

“Aw that’s nice from her” Karina said

“Yeah it was, I mean I would've probably come here…but you know. Once she invited me i couldn't say no” You said nervously chuckling

“Yeah i get it” Karina said “Well, i have to go”

“It was nice talking to you!” You said

“You too, meet later?” Karina asked quickly

“Oh definitely!” You said

“Alright, see ya!” Karina said

“See ya!” You said, with that both of you went your own directions. Meeting Karina, wasn't something you thought would actually happen tonight, but you didn't complain. Meeting a famous idol and complaining would make zero sense. As you walked towards the room where NMIXX would be, Kyujin noticed you. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw you, a bright, genuine smile spreading across her face. She quickly excused herself from her members and made her way over to you, practically bouncing with excitement.

“You made it!” she said, her voice a mix of happiness and relief as she wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug.

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it,” you replied, hugging her back. “You were amazing out there. Seriously, I’m so proud of you.”

Kyujin pulled back slightly, her cheeks tinged pink, though it was hard to tell if it was from the compliment or the post-performance rush. “You always say that,” she teased, but her smile betrayed how much it meant to her.

“And I always mean it,” you shot back Just then, the rest of NMIXX filed into the room, chattering and laughing after their successful performance. When they spotted you and Kyujin together, their teasing began almost immediately.

“Kyujin, you didn’t even give us a chance to say hi before you ran off!” Sullyoon teased, folding her arms dramatically.

“Yeah, where’s the love for the rest of us?” Jiwoo chimed in, smirking.

Kyujin groaned, hiding her face in her hands. “Unnie, please. Don’t start.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her flustered reaction. “Hi, everyone. You were all amazing, as always,” you said, addressing the group.

“Thanks!” Lily said brightly. “But I think Kyujin’s performance might’ve been a little extra special tonight, huh?”

Kyujin cut you off right as you opened your mouth to speak up. “Alright, that's enough!”

“Someone's protective” Haewon teased

“I am not.” Kyujin said “Lets just go”

“Have fun Kyujin!” Bae teased

Kyujin playful rolled her eyes before turning back to the group “I will!” Making the rest of the group burst into laughter. But you didn't really care as Kyujin was right next to you leading you somewhere. “Where are we going?” You asked

“To somewhere, where we have privacy.” Kyujin said You followed Kyujin through the winding backstage corridors of the university venue, her hand tightly gripping yours. The muffled sounds of staff and performers echoed faintly, but Kyujin was laser-focused on her mission. Finally, she led you to a small, quiet dressing room tucked away from the main hustle and bustle. “Finally, privacy” Kyujin said before locking the door

“Oh locking it?” You asked with a smirk

“What? Am i wrong for wanting some quality time with my boyfriend” Kyujin said

“Nope” You said going closer to her

“That's what i thought” Kyujin said leaning against a table which was near the center of the room, before taking her phone out “I do need a small favor”

“Which is?” You asked

“Taking pictures of your adorable and beautiful girlfriend!” Kyujin said with a smile You chuckled at her request, reaching for her phone “Cant say no to that”

Kyujin struck a couple of poses as you took pictures of her. You never realized how effortlessly beautiful she looked. Yes, she’s been beautiful all her life but something about her just being on stage and now being here with you in a room and she still looked as if nothing happened shocked you a little.

“Alright that should be enough” Kyujin said, you gave back her phone as she scrolled through the photos “You take great photos”

“I try.” You said chuckling “But it's not hard when you look so effortlessly beautiful.”

“You’re such a sap” Kyujin said as she blushed a little

“Just telling the truth, baby.” You said smiling at her

“Okay, i will post them later” Kyujin said “But, how’s life been treating you?!”

“Oh all of a sudden about me?” You asked

“I mean yeah, there's nothing really going on with me…apart from performances” Kyujin said “Besides, we haven't met and had a boyfriend-girlfriend talk for ages, so spill!”

“I mean nothing major, just college stuff” You said “And work”

“Sounds peaceful” Kyujin said

“It's really not as peaceful as you think” You said “It's stressful paying attention to college stuff and work stuff.”

“I guess so, i do sometimes miss the normal life” Kyujin said

“You? The dance machine of K-pop, misses normal life?” You asked with genuine shock

“Hey! I can miss normal life!” Kyujin said

“Okay okay, i get it” You said “Being an idol is fun, but at the same time…you kinda want to just experience less stress?”

“Yeah, being able to actually sleep more than once in a blue moon” Kyujin said “I love what i'm doing of course, but there's days where i would wake up and think about what i would be doing if i wasn't an idol”

You listened to her carefully, you always admired how honest she was “I get it”

“But, i have my members and you that keep me going” Kyujin said with a soft smile “And i wouldn't trade being this lucky for anything”

“That's great to hear” You said

“There are days where i'm stressed” Kyujin continued “And days where it feels like the whole world decided to slow down just for me”

“And today feels like one of those days,” Kyujin added, her eyes softening as she looked at you. “Having you here, cheering me on, and just…being you. It makes everything worth it.”

You reached out and gently took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “And I’ll always be here, no matter what. Whether you’re performing on stage or just having a bad day, you can count on me.” Kyujin smiled, her cheeks tinged pink again, and leaned her head against your shoulder.

“You always know the right things to say.” For a moment, the two of you sat in silence, enjoying the quiet escape from the chaos outside. Kyujin’s breathing slowed, her body relaxing against yours. It was moments like this that reminded you how precious your connection was a balance of the extraordinary and the simple. However Kyujin suddenly broke the silence

“Enough of being sappy” She stood up and went near the desk once again, for a moment just standing there before sitting on the desk glaring at you before saying “Come.” You didn't obey, as if she hypnotized you, going to her and putting your hands on each side of her and leaning in closer. Without any more hesitation she leaned in and kissed you. The kiss was slow and tender, filled with a warmth that only Kyujin could bring. Her lips were soft, moving gently against yours as if savoring every second of this private moment. The world outside the locked dressing room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your little bubble of calm and affection. When the kiss broke, Kyujin rested her forehead against yours, her eyes fluttering open to meet your gaze. “I needed that,” she whispered, her voice barely audible but carrying the weight of her emotions.

“Me too,” you replied, your thumb brushing lightly against her cheek. She didn't say anything more instead she kissed you once again, this time the kiss was a bit more intense, filled with unspoken emotions that neither of you needed to put into words. It was a kiss that conveyed longing, gratitude, and love all at once. Kyujin’s hands found their way to your shoulders, pulling you closer as if trying to erase any remaining distance between you. Your hands, still planted on either side of her, trembled slightly as you tried to ground yourself in the moment. The passion and tenderness of the kiss were overwhelming, but it was also comforting—like coming home after a long, exhausting day. When the kiss finally broke again, both of you were breathing heavily, but Kyujin had a radiant smile on her face. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed this,” she said softly, her voice tinged with both happiness and relief.

“I think I have a pretty good idea,” you teased, earning a playful shove on your chest from her.

“You’re impossible,” she muttered, but her tone was light, and her eyes sparkled with affection.

“And you love me for it,” you shot back, grinning.

“You know, take me to your apartment…” Kyujin said

“Oh? And what are your plans for the rest of the night, princess” You said with a smile

“Kissing, making out…” Kyujin said

“Thats it?” You teased

“Maybe have sex…” Kyujin’s voice trailed off

“Huh?” You asked

“You will figure it out soon enough.” Kyujin said, “Let's go.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at her boldness, a mix of surprise and excitement rushing through you. Kyujin had always been the type to keep you on your toes, and tonight was no exception. You chuckled softly, masking your nervousness, and offered her your hand.

"Lead the way, my princess," you said with a wink, earning a playful eyeroll from Kyujin, though you could see the slight blush creeping up her cheeks. The two of you snuck out of the venue as discreetly as possible, avoiding the attention of staff and fans. Kyujin kept her hand firmly in yours, her grip reassuring and grounding. The cool night air greeted you as you stepped outside, the city lights twinkling like a mirror to the stars above. Once you reached your car, Kyujin slid into the passenger seat, leaning back with a satisfied sigh. “Finally, freedom,” she murmured, glancing over at you with a soft smile. The drive to your apartment was filled with comfortable silence, filled only by the low hum of the car radio and the occasional glance Kyujin would steal at you. You could feel the anticipation in the air, unspoken but undeniable.

When you arrived, you unlocked the door to your apartment and stepped aside to let Kyujin in first. She looked around, a small smile playing on her lips as she took in the familiar space. “I missed this place,” she said, kicking off her shoes and making her way to the living room.

“And it missed you,” you replied, closing the door behind you.

Kyujin turned to face you, her eyes glimmering with a mix of mischief and affection. “You’re so corny,” she teased, though her smile betrayed her amusement.

“Only for you,” you shot back, stepping closer. She wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you down into another kiss. This one was slower, more deliberate, as if she wanted to savor every moment. Her hands moved to your chest, her fingers gripping the fabric of your shirt as she deepened the kiss. You guided her toward the couch, the two of you sinking into its plush cushions. Kyujin straddles your lap, her hands tracing lazy patterns along your shoulders and collarbone as your lips move together in perfect harmony.

"Is this what you had in mind?" you murmured against her lips, your hands resting lightly on her waist.

"Mm-hmm," she hummed, her breath hitching slightly as you pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth, then her jawline, and down to her neck.

Her breath hitched as she felt your lips against her neck “Oh my god” she said faintly

“Feeling good, yeah?” You said with a smirk before kissing her neck once again

“God, you have no idea” Kyujin said

“Oh i have a pretty good idea” You said, earning a shaky laugh from her though her laugh was cut off short as your lips met with hers in another intense kiss, her hands went under your shirt making your breath hitch for a moment but not before you pulled Kyujin closer to her, deepening the kiss.

Kyujin broke the kiss, her eyes glazed over with desire. "As much as I love this," she murmured, her fingers tracing lightly over your stomach, "I think we're wearing too many clothes."

“You’re bold” You said before taking your shirt off

“Better. A lot better.” Kyujin said before kissing you once again, the kiss didn't last long before your lips once again found her neck earning a whimper from Kyujin “God.”

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me” Kyujin said breathless

“I have a small idea” You teased, earning a shaky exhale from Kyujin.

As the kisses deepened, you felt Kyujin become more and more needy.

“Y/n…please.” Kyujin whined

“Please what baby?” You said Kyujin did not respond, she couldn't. Instead she took your hand and guided it under her skirt, right to her inner thighs. Kyujin bit her lip and let out a small gasp when your hand slid over the damp spot on her underwear, her hips bucking slightly. She closed her eyes, her breath quickening.You continued to tease her through her panties, eliciting a series of moans and gasps from her. Her fingers tightened their grip on your hair, her body trembling with need. Finally, you couldn't take it anymore and slipped your hand into her underwear, sliding your fingers over her wet folds.

"Y/n..." Kyujin moaned, her hips grinding against your hand. You decided enough of the teasing and entered her, a moan escaping her mouth, her grip on your hair tightening. Her hips rocked against your hand, her moans growing louder as you began to finger her, slowly at first, but picking up speed as she begged for more.

"Y/n, please..." Kyujin whined, her eyes fluttering shut, her lips parted. You continued to finger her, adding another finger, making her gasp.

"More, please, I need more," she pleaded, her hips grinding against your hand.

"As you wish." You whispered into her ear.

You sped up your pace, earning a series of moans from her, her hips moving in time with your fingers.

"Y/n, I'm gonna -" Before she could finish her sentence, her body tensed, her breath hitching. She shuddered, her hips bucking against your hand, her inner walls clenching around your fingers as she came, crying out your name. The room fell into a silence only filled by her fast breaths, both of you sat there as Kyujin came down from her high. Then as she calmed down, she finally opened her eyes and simply said “Thank you.”

“Welcome” You said before kissing her on the lips quickly.

“You should probably clean your hand, huh?” Kyujin said

“And the bed” You said

“Yeah the bed too” Kyujin said still coming down from the high “I feel like i'm on cloud nine”

You chuckled before going to the bathroom, cleaning your hand and heading back to the living room where she was still laying, but dressed back into her clothes.

“Here” Kyujin said before throwing you your shirt.

“Thanks” You muttered

“You know…thank you seriously” Kyujin said as she sat up “Not only for that moment but for the night”

“I'm glad it was memorable” You said

“It will be memorable for months to come” Kyujin said

With that both of you got ready for bed as the night came to an end. The next morning the sun streamed in through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You woke up and saw Kyujin sleeping peacefully, her head resting on your shoulder.

"Good morning," you whispered, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"Morning," she replied, smiling sleepily.

"Did you sleep well?" You asked

"Like a baby." She sat up, stretching her arms over her head, she checked her phone noticing that she had to get up and drive back to her dorm.

“Ugh. Schedules” Kyujin groaned

“Unfortunate” You said “I can make you a quick breakfast and drive you

“Yeah sounds good” Kyujin said You both quickly went to the kitchen, she sat on the table while you made her whatever you could find. After she ate you drove her back to her dorm, said your final goodbyes and saw her as she went into the dorm. As you drove back home you did know one thing, last night will be remembered by both of you for months to come.

[bangtanintotheroom]

Fill the Void (M)

I don't wanna decide things for myself, on my own

Finally, for the first time, I'm alone

You call me, havin' good times with a bad boy

Seems I've got a choice to make

Be my voice and I choose you to fill the void

• Pairing: Professional Dom!Hyunjin x Client!(F)Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Sex Worker!AU, Smut

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 7.1k

• Summary: He’s always there to help you forget your troubles, even if it’s just for a few hours.

• Warnings/themes: explicit sexual content, sex work, swearing, drinking, discussion of safe words and consent, dom!Hyunjin, sub!Y/N, sensory deprivation (blindfold), usage of sl*t, degradation, bondage, edging, orgasm denial, manhandling, praise, use of sex toys, fingering, oral (f. receiving), dirty talk, light choking, protected sex, spanking, multiple orgasms, aftercare

• Playlist: 🎧

• Song Inspo: Fill the Void - The Weeknd, Lily-Rose Depp (Spotify | Soundcloud)

• Notes: Wow, look who finished this, eons later! I am so sorry for everyone who’s been looking forward to this, between the holiday and con rush and focus issues, it was hard getting this complete 🥲 but it’s here now and I hope it was somewhat worth the wait! Shoutout to my lovely Sunclair @minisugakoobies for beta reading! 💖

• Taglist: @minttangerines @aznstoner @horanghater @addictedtohobi @swga-ficrecs @firesighgirl @hyunjinsjeans

It didn’t matter how many times you frequented this place; your reaction would always be the same.

Heart picking up in speed as you opened the heavy wooden door between a nail salon and a cat cafe.

Eyes darting around at the picture frames of scantily clad people hanging on the burgundy walls.

Lips curling as you approached the androgynous young man sitting behind the singular desk in the lobby.

He was quick to notice you, glittered eyes crinkling in recognition.

“Y/N, so good to see you again!”

“Same to you, Felix. Is he here tonight?”

What did it say about you that a specific name didn’t have to be announced for him to know who you were talking about?

“Of course, he just got in a few minutes ago. I’ll give him a call.”

Nodding in understanding, you waited as the receptionist picked up the phone and dialed. It didn’t take long for him to start speaking to who was on the other end.

“Hey man, what’s up? I’ve got a surprise for you here.”

A pause while you fiddled with your purse strap.

“One of your regulars is back.”

Felix chose to shoot you a wink from the side, making you grin bashfully.

“Yup, that’s the one. How long will it be?”

More silence before he nodded.

“Sounds good, she’ll be waiting for you. See ya.”

Hanging up the phone, Felix shot you a smile that contrasted with the dark and sensual decor.

“It’ll be a few minutes, he’s just freshening up and he’ll be out for you.”

His words only made your pulse quicken further, but you played it cool on the surface as you replied, “Wonderful. Thank you.”

“Just make yourself comfortable, okay?”

His suggestion was paired with an arm outstretched towards a waiting area to the right, occupied with a few patrons sitting on black velvet couches. With a nod at the blond, you headed into the room, only receiving a glance or two from the other occupants. You took a seat on one of the armchairs in the corner, crossing your legs and leaning back into the cushion as you waited.

To soothe the nerves that always plagued you in this establishment, your eyes took in the people nearby. There were only five of them, taking up little space in the sizable room.

Two of them were huddled together on one of the sofas, most likely a couple judging by the way they held hands and touched knees. Not an ounce of anxiety was on their faces; if anything, they looked eager for whatever was in store for them tonight.

As for the others…

Your eyes shifted subtly to the opposite side.

Three young men who seemed to be good friends, but were currently on different wavelengths. The one in the middle was sandwiched between the other two as they whispered excitedly. He seemed to be less enthusiastic than them, leg bouncing while he kept shaking his head or retorting to the others. A pat on the back helped ease his nerves, body leaning back into the seat as he took deep breaths.

Poor sap was probably a newbie.

You remembered when you were in his position. It felt like so long ago.

Or maybe you had just been here so often that it felt like a long time.

Either way, you were in and knew what you needed tonight.

“Y/N?”

A familiar voice brought you to attention, straightening up in your seat at the tall and lean figure now standing in front of you as your stomach flipped in on itself.

“Hyunjin.”

The man smiled down at you, the red lights illuminating and shadowing the right places on his handsome face.

“Welcome back.”

You returned the expression, cheeks heating up despite your best efforts. He always seemed to have this effect on you.

“It’s good to be back.”

Hyunjin’s magnetic smile only widened, holding a hand out towards you. Without exchanging any more words, you took it, marveling at the warmth and delicacy of it. The opposite of what it could really do behind closed doors.

He helped you up and led you out of the waiting room and back into the hall. You saw the other patrons staring at the two of you out of the corners of your eyes, expressions ranging from encouragement to curiosity. Probably wondering what the enticing worker and the client in her wrinkled pantsuit were going to get up to.

Nothing was said as you and him walked past closed doors, the occasional sounds soaking through them. A moan. A groan or two. Some laughter. Once in a while a scream of pleasure. Or pain.

The first couple of visits, you’d jump and blink owlishly at the rooms, your gaping broken by the gentle tug Hyunjin would give your hand. You were used to these noises by now; it was nothing but background music to you.

Finally, a familiar door ended up in your vision. The dark wood with the red chain wrapped around the handle had your stomach knotting in titillation. Just like always.

Hyunjin opened it and motioned you to enter first, waiting until you stepped halfway in to shut it behind him.

His designated room fit the aesthetic of the establishment, yet it had its own style that catered to its owner. Black made up most of the decor, with the occasional blocks of white and garnished by gold. With the large bed in the middle, decorated with multiple throw pillows, any passerby would assume this was a normal person’s bedroom.

But the oddly-shaped chair looming in the corner hinted at what occurred here other than sleeping and relaxing.

“Need a drink?”

The query made you inhale and let out a heavy breath.

“Please.”

You made yourself comfortable on the end of the king-sized bed, unbuttoning your blazer before tossing it behind you. The urge to lay back and sink into the cozy mattress crept up, but you fought it in favor of watching Hyunjin work his magic at the mini bar.

“I hadn’t heard from you in a while, thought something might’ve happened.”

You shook your head, even though he couldn’t see you.

“No, just a deadline that’s been sucking the soul out of me.”

The worker hummed in understanding, turning around to reveal a glass in his hand, halfway full with white wine. As soon as he was within reach, you took a hold of the drink, wasting no time in taking a sip. The room temperature liquid slid down your throat like it was gold, pulling a sigh out when you pulled the glass away.

“Fuck, I needed that. Thank you, Hyunjin.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N.”

Hyunjin sat next to you, the distance enough to be respectable yet hint to the familiarity the two of you had.

“How have you been?”

One more sip and you turned your head to answer.

“On the verge of jumping out a window.”

The chuckle he gave was minor, though his expression exuded sympathy.

“Has work been that difficult?”

“Difficult doesn’t even come close to it.”

“Oh?”

Just that one little word was enough to have you prepping to express just what had been plaguing you in your career to even bring you here tonight.

“Well, where do I start?”

You moved your free arm back to lean on it, head tilting back to face the ceiling.

“Rumor has it that one of my managers is going to be laid off soon, despite our team being in the middle of a large project.”

You lifted the half-empty glass in the air.

“We have a new intern. Nice kid, but the amount of times he’s forgotten the basic details because he’s too focused on the big picture is irritating.”

The grip on the crystal stem tightened.

“I just found out that the sales coordinator who has been hitting on me is married. But if you ask him, he’ll say he’s in an open relationship.”

You sighed and shook your head.

“I actually liked that asshole.”

Hyunjin gave a scoff before remarking, “Men aren’t shit.”

“Seriously. Oh, and—” The lip of the glass hovered just centimeters away from your lips now. “—I got a parking ticket this morning.”

The tiniest of snorts left Hyunjin while you downed the rest of your drink, letting out a sigh of relief once it finished sliding down your throat.

“You’ve really been going through it, haven’t you?”

“To say the least.”

Your head turned, looking over the other’s appearance with interest. He always had the most interesting outfits on whenever you came, emphasizing his tall and lean figure. This time was no exception.

A short-sleeved sweater vest with a crisp white collar and a black tie wrapped around his neck and simple black slacks. A few bracelets and a watch on his wrists to brighten up the dark look. His hair was tied up this time, showing off an undercut you remembered him mentioning during your last visit. But while you were studying his face, you noticed something that wasn’t there before.

“This is new.”

You pointed to the metal sitting underneath Hyunjin’s right brow, his expression brightening.

“Ah, you noticed. I got it a few weeks ago.”

A hum vibrated through your lips as you admired the piercing.

“It suits you.”

He was quick to express his gratitude, clearly pleased that you brought it up. The two of you conversed on whatever came up for a while, acting like old friends and not a worker and client about to get down to business. But you started growing restless after a certain point, ready to receive what you came here for.

“Hyunjin?”

“Hm?”

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear while looking into his eyes.

“I think I’m ready now.”

Your words made Hyunjin’s eyes steel, starting to enter into professional mode.

“Are you sure?”

No hesitation.

“Yes.”

“Okay—” He placed a hand on the small of your back, rubbing with comfort. “—how do you want it, Y/N?”

You knew. You knew since you began planning to come here earlier in the week. But it was a little further than what you were used to doing with him.

So you had to swallow the spit gathering in your mouth before responding, “Rough. Rougher than usual.”

The shift in Hyunjin’s dark eyes resembled the one you would see in your coworkers as they prepared to counter suggestions in meetings. His hand also stopped rubbing your lower back.

“How rough?”

His question forced you to take a moment and remember how the system he had set up worked. When you mulled over just how far you wanted him to go, you held up four fingers. He counted each digit and raised a brow at your answer.

“Are you sure? We’ve never gone that far before.”

“Yes, Hyunjin. I really need this, believe me.”

Your tone was verging on desperate, dying to give complete control over to this man and forget about anything irrelevant. It was just the professional in him making sure that his client knew what they were signing up for. You appreciated it, really.

But you needed Hyunjin to start making you forget your own name.

Thankfully, he nodded after a pause or two, his hand continuing to move again.

“Okay, love. That means we’ll have to do a refresher on safe words.”

Ah. Now you really had to dig in your brain this time.

You had never been pushed far enough that you had to use them, but now you were testing your boundaries. Hyunjin was good at his job, but that didn’t mean things couldn’t go wrong.

With intense focus, you attempted to recall the words. It took a while yet they returned in full clarity.

“Soft.”

“To keep going.”

You nodded.

“Hard.”

His mouth quirked.

“To bring up the intensity.”

The next one.

“Pause.”

“To stop completely.”

“And…”

This one took longer, but you managed.

“Swap.”

“To switch it up.”

You hummed in approval, his answers matching up correctly with your words.

“I’m surprised you remember.”

Hyunjin’s shoulders lifted in nonchalance.

“It’s my job, darling.”

A chuckle came from you; he did have a point.

“Fair. So—” You set your empty glass on the floor before standing up, cocking your head as you looked down at him. “—should I undress myself or would you like to do the honors?”

Hyunjin gave you the sauciest of smirks, letting you know that play time was over.

“It’s all up to you, love.”

Yes.

This was just what you needed.

To think about nothing except the toy sliding in and out of you and the one controlling it.

It took little effort on Hyunjin’s part to clear your mind of the troubles plaguing you outside of this building. As soon as you were stripped down to nothing but your skin, he was quick to switch to his other persona, instructing you to get comfortable on the piece of furniture in the corner before strapping you in with ease. The way his lips quirked when he looked over your bound form never failed to raise goosebumps. It was the last glimpse you got of him before satin covered your eyes and left you to view nothing but darkness.

And true to his promise, he began pushing you to your limits.

“A-Ah—”

You could hear him huff below you, taunting, “You’re making a mess on my furniture, darling.”

You were pretty sure he wasn’t exaggerating; every time the vibrator sunk in or pulled back, you could feel your wetness dripping out and collecting into a puddle underneath your ass. This was how you got whenever Hyunjin teased you. The ability he had to build you up and make you walk to the mountaintop, only to force you to turn around and head back down was astonishing.

And addicting.

“Mnh—”

It was pointless to tug at the bands around your wrists. You didn’t even budge an inch.

“So needy for a piece of plastic. It’s adorable.”

You tried to stop what came out of your mouth next automatically, but failed, retorting, “That piece of plastic is making me feel good— Ah!”

A sharp impact on your thigh brought a cry out of you, swiftly followed by his stern voice.

“Manners, Y/N.”

Oops. One of the rules established was to not talk back and you almost ruined the mood.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

Hyunjin clicked his tongue at your meek apology, clearly not too pleased with the interruption.

“I thought I was doing my job, but I guess not since your mouth just ran off.”

You couldn’t avoid the way your walls squeezed when you heard him say in a velvety tone, “Guess we’ll have to fix that, hm?”

Within a second, you could feel the toy pulling out, a whine escaping your lips as you felt so empty all of a sudden.

“Sir—”

He didn’t allow you to utter another syllable as you felt something wet and hot gliding against your swollen folds out of nowhere. The sensation made you jerk in your restraints and yelp sharply, legs bound tight to prevent you from closing them. You weren’t sure if it was a good or bad thing at the moment.

Hyunjin’s tongue took its sweet time traveling, the tip dipping into crevices and swirling around your hard clit with precision. In any other situation, the attention would be welcome, especially from someone as skilled as him. But this was not helping with the golden rule of the night.

Don’t come unless he says so.

“Hyu— Sir, please!”

You trembled at the hum washing over your center. “Hm?”

“Sir…more.” A pause. “Please?”

Almost forgot your manners.

“I don’t know, love, can you handle more?”

Could you? Probably not, but tonight was about pushing your boundaries…

“Yes.”

Nothing but your labored breathing was heard for some time. Which was why you flinched at the feel of something much smaller and warmer than the vibrator poking at your entrance.

“Is this good enough for you, greedy thing?”

“Y-Yes sir!”

Your pitch increased when you felt his finger slide into you with little resistance, burying up to the knuckle. Hips raising at the sensation, they began following the rhythm of Hyunjin’s thrusting, enjoying the bundle of pleasure that began building up again.

“Fuck, you’re so needy.”

A pinch of your hip interrupted your movements, teeth catching onto your bottom lip.

“Fucking yourself onto my finger like a slut. Never imagined that this would be what I dealt with tonight.”

There was no hiding the shiver that wracked your body at his words. And if there was a chance, it was wiped off the map when Hyunjin tapped onto your G-spot, ripping a shriek out of you.

“Shit!”

The chuckle you heard was dripping with nearly sadistic amusement at your predicament.

“There you go, making a mess again.”

Your face burned with unbearable heat as he pointed out the obvious, feeling your arousal dribbling out every time he stroked the soft area or thrusted into it. It was difficult to get like this with any of your previous partners, but the man between your legs had you in such a state without even breaking a sweat.

To make matters worse, Hyunjin went back to stimulating your clit with his mouth. You could hear the clinking of the chains as you pulled your wrists forward, barely making any distance. He had made it so you couldn’t move as he ruined you to bits; all you could do was squirm on the chair and express yourself through expletives and moans.

It didn’t take long for your body to sink into the rhythm he was creating, fighting less and less against the pleasure. You had even bucked your hips a few times, receiving chuckling and teasing from the other.

But then you realized at a certain point that you were getting too relaxed.

For a string deep in your belly began forming into a knot and pulling tight.

Fuck. Not good.

“Y/N.”

The rigidity surrounding your name made you freeze before Hyunjin continued, “You better not be doing what I think you’re about to do.”

“I-I’m not, sir—”

The way your voice shook and you tugged at your bindings betrayed your words. Denying the sensation only seemed to exacerbate it, the mass growing further and further the more his fingers slid in and out of your pussy.

“Doesn’t feel like it. Remember what I said?”

“Y-Yes.”

A sharp pinch to your inner thigh made you whimper.

“Say it.”

“Don’t c-come unless you say so. I promise I won’t, sir.”

A rub on that same spot was followed by, “Good.”

But he didn’t ease up. Instead, he continued his motions and challenged your resistance to breaking one of his rules. You were trying to give the facade that you were under control, but your body kept twisting and whimpers poured from your agape mouth.

It was so tempting to just give up and say your safe word, but fuck that.

You were on a mission tonight and you weren’t raised to be a quitter.

The sting of nails digging into your palms felt minor compared to the ache between your legs.

Fight it. Fight it. Fight it.

The sensation remained stagnant before finally beginning to fade into slight discomfort. Although your body protested, your mind was satiated by the praise you heard next.

“Good girl. I love when you listen to me.”

You hummed in appreciation at Hyunjin’s words and the hand gently rubbing your hip now.

“Th-Thank you, sir.”

The welcoming warmth of his palm lulled you into somewhat of a relaxed state that made you aware of the current position you were in. The hardness of the chair was starting to make your bottom sore and your hands and feet were starting to get a bit tingly now. Your lips turned downwards as you tried but failed to regain your discomfort.

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

“Easy.”

His touch paused, the heat stagnant on your skin.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“A little.”

You heard Hyunjin hum before responding, “Should we move this to the bed, darling?”

Just the thought of laying on the soft duvet had your tone brightening as you gave your approval. The hand left your hip before landing above your head to work on loosening you from the furniture.

Feeling the leather unwrap from your wrists and ankles was a mild relief, flexing your toes and fingers for a moment before you felt your hips being grabbed and pulled downwards. Your legs came together quick enough to help you stand, although they had little strength once your feet touched the ground. Your sense of balance was affected from the prolonged position and you stumbled forward.

If it wasn’t for the hands that swiftly supported your waist, you would have ended up face first with the carpet.

“Be careful.”

Anyone unfamiliar with Hyunjin would have missed the minor softening of his tone, the immersion breaking for a moment to make sure you were able to continue. You took this opportunity to rest your forehead against what felt like his shoulder and regain your bearings. The sensation of fabric against your skin and the scent of his cologne entering your nostrils contributed to being aware of your surroundings once again.

After taking a few deep breaths, you straightened up, hoping that you were looking somewhere at Hyunjin’s face.

“Y/N, how are you feeling?”

A loaded question, really.

You were feeling like a mess in the best way possible, yet the sharp pang between your thighs was torturous. Every throb reminded you of what he had been putting you through for the last…

How long had it even been since you stepped in this room?

“I’m…soft.”

Hyunjin clued in on the word, a hum leaving him in response.

“I see. Do you think we should move this somewhere a little more comfortable?”

The invitation was more than welcoming to you. As much fun as you were having in the chair, nothing could beat the plushness of a bed. Especially his bed.

“I’d like that, sir.”

A rub of your waist made a thrill run down your spine, followed by his hands coming up behind your head.

“Should we take this off or leave it on?”

You didn’t want to risk nearly taking a spill again, so you chose the former, remaining still as Hyunjin undid the knot of your blindfold. As soon as the fabric was lifted off, you made the mistake of quickly opening your eyes, wincing as the dim light attacked them. The man in front of you chuckled in amusement, appearing as a blurry shape to you.

“I turned the lights down for a reason, darling.”

“Thank you…”

It took a minute to adjust, but you were able to finally see the other in full form, taking in his appearance.

Aside from a bead of sweat at his hairline, he looked nonplussed. Like he hadn’t been working you up with his own two hands.

Someone who was impeccable at his job.

“Come on.”

Hyunjin’s expression cooled, a hand sliding down to grip the back of your neck.

“Break time is over.”

The pang between your thighs returned in full force at the tone of his voice and touch, your head bobbing in agreement. He took a hold of your shoulders before turning you around, the king-sized bed in your view as he guided you to walk forward. Just as your legs were about to hit the foot of it, Hyunjin stopped you, leaning down to croon into your ear, “How do you want it?”

It wasn’t easy to answer immediately. The cautious part of you said to get in a position that wouldn’t break you down further, but the adventurous side wanted to go all out. You pondered for as long as you could, not feeling any sort of impatience from the man behind you.

But finally—

“Can I show you?”

Your question was answered with a hum, feeling his hands remove themselves. Once you were free, you stepped forward to climb onto the bed, stopping in the middle on your hands and knees. You lowered the side of your head to rest on the plush comforter, bringing your arms behind you to cross your wrists on the small of your back.

“Like this, sir.”

You heard Hyunjin make a sound of interest before footsteps echoed, stopping once his body was in your sight.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Your gaze connected with his. “And bind me again, please.”

Hyunjin quirked a brow, somewhat intrigued by your request. Studying your expression to find any hesitation, he gave his own approval once it was clear that there was none.

“Alright. Lift your head up for a second.”

You were a bit confused, but obliged, watching his arm go out of view to grab something above your head. It was clear what he went for when he slid the object under your temple before motioning you to lower it, the coolness and comfort of the silk pillowcase providing some relief.

“So you don’t walk out of here with a sore neck.”

A smile couldn’t help but form, looking up at him as you gave your thanks. The tiniest lift of his mouth occurred but disappeared swiftly, leaving your sight as he walked off to grab whatever was needed for this next phase.

You were hopeful that whatever would enter you next wasn’t his fingers or another toy. At this point, you needed something more substantial. And knowing how thorough Hyunjin could be with what he hid in his slacks had your veins thrumming with electricity.

But alas. You blanked out for a moment and forgot that it wasn’t going to be the usual song and dance tonight, per your request.

For after you felt him locking the familiar leather cuffs around your wrists, his fingertips trailed down your body until they stroked against your dripping folds.

“Have you gotten even wetter, darling?”

You swallowed down a whimper when he tapped your throbbing clit, replying, “Maybe…”

A short laugh and a pinch to your bottom was what you got in return.

“Why am I not surprised? I bet you’re hoping that I’ll fuck you now, hm?”

Even if your body remained still as a board, surely he saw the way you reacted between your legs.

“Yes sir.”

A light swat on your ass had your breath hitching.

“Yes sir, what?”

Oh. Here we go.

You had to wet your dry lips before speaking lowly, “Yes sir, I’m hoping you’ll fuck me.”

Hyunjin didn’t seem to be entirely convinced as he delivered another smack, earning a short but sharp sound from you.

“It doesn’t sound like it, Y/N. You seemed more desperate when I had that piece of plastic inside you.”

Now you could feel his fingertip parting your folds before it slowly opened your entrance, sinking in ever so slightly, not even close to stroking that sweet spot.

“Even when my finger was in, you sounded needy. I think you were satisfied with just those, no?”

He probably wanted you to convince him. Really convince him.

Time to reach into your depths and pull out the performance of your life.

“No, sir. They’re not enough.”

You dared to push your hips back, forcing the digit in deeper.

“I need your cock instead. Need it to fuck me dumb.”

A noise of intrigue came from behind you, but you continued before he could say anything.

“I really need this, sir. Want you to stretch my pussy out some more—”

You moved back further, breath hitching when your spot was nearly touched.

“Please fuck me now.”

Nothing but your own heartbeat was heard, hoping that your little show was enough to prove yourself. After a moment, you felt the finger inside you take its sweet time sliding out, hips following in vain. A hard slap was given on your ass, followed by a deep chuckle.

“That was impressive, darling. I’ve never heard you sound so needy before.”

As much as you wanted to bury your heated face into the bed, you remained steady. “I’ll do what I have to to convince you, sir.”

“I see—”

The noise of his belt coming undone made your ears perk up.

“Then I should give the little slut what she’s been asking for, right?”

It was so hard to hide your triumphant grin, but you managed to dim it down into the tiniest of smiles.

“Thank you, sir.”

A pat to your bottom was Hyunjin’s appreciation of your manners. It felt like ages before you felt him get on the bed to kneel behind your bent form. But when something thicker than a finger and warmer than a vibrator rested between your ass cheeks, elation began blossoming in your chest. It was hard to resist when you decided to wiggle, biting back a giggle at the slightest intake of breath from him.

It was a temporary victory as Hyunjin’s hands took a firm hold of your hips, keeping you in place now.

“Cheeky.”

You weren’t surprised at the pinch you received, taking it in stride. This was what you were waiting for all night. Hell, all day. You didn’t have to hope that he would, to put it simply, fuck the ever-loving shit out of you.

The man knew how to do his job thoroughly.

“Ready?”

You nodded, shifting your body a bit to prepare for what was to come.

“Yes, sir.”

With those two words, you could feel Hyunjin grab himself, readjusting to have his tip pressing lower down now. Your toes curled instinctively when you felt the blunt head of his cock parting your folds before he began penetrating. You forgot how to breathe for a moment at the intrusion, nails digging into your palms. But he was giving you what you asked for and that’s all you could want.

Until—

Oh fuck.

You were more sensitive than you realized, feeling the familiar tingle in your fingers and toes start as he sunk further in. You tried to stave off the sensations, but with each inch, you felt your self control withering away and collecting into a ball of tension in your lower stomach. Your walls began trembling before starting to clench around him in preparation for—

“Y/N.”

The sharpness of your name forced you to pay attention, especially when Hyunjin followed with, “Don’t.”

Damn. Your body was a rebel, trying to fight against his command, pussy still throbbing incessantly. You had to get it under control now. Who knew what he’d have in store if you disobeyed?

“I-I’m trying, sir…”

You were forced to shut your eyes as you tried your damnedest to regain control, from counting backwards to picturing a calm ocean. After a few countdowns, you managed to refocus, avoiding the inevitable orgasm. Even though your cunt was screaming at you to give in to the sweet release, you felt a sense of satisfaction at being able to hold back.

Hyunjin seemed to be impressed also, giving a gentle rub to your sore ass cheek before cooing, “Such a good girl.”

You exhaled sharply, only to suck in a breath when you felt him begin to move. The thrusts were slow and long, forcing you to soak in every bit of his dick. He had a way of rolling his hips that not many men had in them, rendering you weak within a couple of minutes. Now was not an exception, soft moans starting to leave your parted lips with increasing frequency.

“This is what you wanted, right?”

“Mnh— Yes, sir. Feels good—”

Funny how nonplussed Hyunjin sounded compared to you, already getting lost in the pleasure.

“Good. I better keep hearing you sound like this.”

“Of course— Ah!”

A deeper than expected thrust ripped a cry from your throat. Your fingers curled and dug into your palms as you tried to keep it together. As badly as you wanted to release, you were determined to stick to your challenge tonight.

Even though the man behind you was making it insanely difficult.

He wouldn’t stick with the same, old rhythm. If Hyunjin wasn’t switching his strokes up, he was grunting or husking out words that made heat spread throughout every part of your body.

Good.

You wanted to forget about whatever happened prior to you stepping in this building and he was doing his absolute best to see your wish through.

Time was a foreign concept while you were being fucked. Especially when you were doing your best to not come before you were given the go ahead. But like a splash of cold water, you suddenly felt Hyunjin completely bury himself, skin flush against yours.

A yelp left you at the change, ready to call out his name until you heard something gruff and velvety ring out behind you.

“Come.”

Was it the way his word was delivered with pure authority? Was it because he was buried deep inside your cunt, flush with your bottom? Or was it how tight he gripped your hips, fingers digging hard enough to feel the dullness of his nails?

Either way, it hit you like a freight train.

If anyone had been walking close in the hallway, surely they heard the way you screamed out.

Spots filled your vision, every bit of your body shaking at the long-awaited release. The only thing keeping you from completely sinking into the bed were Hyunjin’s hands.

“Yes, that’s it, darling.”

How you managed to hear his praise during your prolonged orgasm was a miracle. Eventually, the sensations faded and you were of sound mind again.

The dom must have noticed as you could feel him beginning to thrust into you again, bringing a feeling of strong overstimulation to you. You bit back a whimper, your pussy trembling in a mix of pleasure and discomfort. You tried to subtly shift away from him, but to no avail.

A pressure on the chain linking your bound hands was quickly followed by a commanding, “Don’t fucking run—“

A sudden jerk of your cuffs forced your body to straighten, your bound hands now trapped between your back and Hyunjin’s torso.

“You wanted to come so badly, I’m giving it to you.”

There was little space for you to protest at all, a hand coming up to wrap around your neck and an arm wrapping around your waist to keep you in place. As soon as a light pressure made your breathing hitch, Hyunjin began pounding into you, harder than ever.

If it wasn’t for his fingers, you would have shrieked.

The sensitivity from before still lingered, bringing a mix of pain and bliss that was unlike what you had experienced with him before. But you never spoke any of your safe words.

You just let the other keep pushing you over the edge repeatedly, to the point where you practically forgot your own name. Your entire body and brain were entering into a fog that could only focus on the cock driving in and out of you and the debauchery being rasped into your ear.

“Fuck, that’s it! Coming endlessly like a needy slut.”

“This pussy of yours just keeps squeezing me over and over—”

“Such a good girl for me, mnh—!”

Just when you were on the verge of asking him to slow down, you felt Hyunjin completely bury himself before remaining still behind you. The gritted swearing and strong twitching of his cock against your hypersensitive walls clued you in to what was happening, a mix of relief tinted with satisfaction washing over you.

As the two of you caught your breath, exhaustion started sinking its claws into you. Your eyelids became heavy, threatening to close when he released your neck and waist to gently lay you on your front. Landing on the duvet only made the sensation worse, leaving you limp as a noodle.

If you had been by yourself in this room, there would’ve been no way to get out. Thank God for Hyunjin being here to look out for you.

You could feel him undoing your cuffs before he carefully rolled you onto your side, guiding you into a fetal position that was much needed.

“How are you feeling?”

Spent. Satisfied. Ready for a nap.

But all you could muster was a weak grunt.

Hearing Hyunjin hum, you felt a warm hand lay between your shoulder blades and begin to rub.

“Would you like something to eat and drink? It’ll help get your energy back.”

At least you could manage a nod, lids fluttering.

The hand was removed as he went to grab whatever he had stored away for moments like this, leaving you to try your best to not fall asleep right there. Luckily, Hyunjin returned swiftly, soft voice sounding again. “Darling, I’m going to sit you up, okay?”

You managed to croak a feeble response, allowing him to guide you to sit up against the pillows. You saw spots for a moment, leaning your head back to try and blink them away.

“Here.”

You looked down to see the lip of a water bottle in front of your face. With Hyunjin’s help, you managed to latch on and drink. Once you got a satisfying amount down, he handed you a small pack of saltines, already opened.

“Is this fine or would you like something else?”

The tiniest of smiles came over as you took the package.

“This is perfect. Thank you.”

Hyunjin reflected your expression, waiting until you ate one of the crackers before reaching for your free arm. As soon as his lithe fingers began working into your stiff muscles, you sighed in contentment.

“Your arms must be killing you right now.”

“Mm, I’ve had worse being in the gym.”

The dom chuckled at your light quip, glad to see that you were coming back down easily.

“I’ll still give you an Aleve before you head out, your tune might change in the morning.”

Even though your eyes rolled, you were appreciative of his thinking ahead. One of the reasons you always came back.

“Thank you.”

While you were snacking away, Hyunjin continued massaging all of your limbs, chasing away the aches and tingles with little effort. As soon as you finished eating and chugged your last bit of water, he was quick to offer you more, but you declined.

If you filled your stomach any more, you definitely would have curled up in your spot and taken a nap. You didn’t want to go over your time limit and interfere with his next client.

Once you had your bearings about you, you let Hyunjin know that you were ready to leave. He looked you over once more to make sure you were able to head home safely before helping you into the adjoining bathroom to freshen up. You cleaned up as best as you could and redressed, not caring that the wrinkles in your pantsuit worsened by now.

Your companion for the night took your hand and led you out and back down the hallway, your mood a 180 from a couple of hours ago. Stress didn’t run through your veins anymore, replaced with a lightness that could only come from a place like this.

“So how long will it be until I see your face again?”

A shrug greeted Hyunjin’s question.

“Hopefully not as long. I’ve still got some PTO left that I can use, so who knows?”

“Hm, we shall see.”

The two of you reached the entrance to the waiting room, the other stopping to turn and face you head-on.

“So this is goodbye, for now.”

You nodded and replied, “It is. Thank you again, Hyunjin. You don’t know how much I needed this tonight—” your teeth flashed, “—it’s like an entire weight off my shoulders.”

Hyunjin smiled politely, taking your free hand as well to give both of them a careful squeeze.

“As always, it’s my pleasure. You did great, Y/N.”

The praise brought a flutter to your chest and a warmth to your face. He was never shy with compliments. Although you had to wonder if his clients ever returned the favor on the regular…

Time to take a chance.

“So did you, Hyunjin.”

The way his eyes scrunched and teeth flashed, paired with his cheeks turning pink, let you know that you made the right decision.

“Thank you, darling.”

With a kiss to your hands and a good night, he sent you off on your way. You had a bounce in your step as you headed past the receptionist desk, Felix in the middle of a conversation with a young woman.

“I can guarantee you’ll have a good time with him, he’s one of our best here. Oh, Y/N!”

The call of your name made you pause, acknowledging the blond.

“How was it?”

Your grin expressed everything and more as you answered, “More than I needed and wanted.”

Felix beamed, pleased with your feedback. “Excellent! I actually have this wonderful young lady here asking about Hyunjin—” he jerked his head towards her, “—maybe you can give her your two cents?”

Said woman looked at you now, her lips curving with kindness and modesty.

“Hello. You’re familiar with Hyunjin?”

“Very. He’s my go-to guy whenever I visit. I’ve never had the urge to choose anyone else.”

Her eyes widened, curiosity covering her face now.

“Wow, really? That’s quite the preference.”

Watching the way she reacted reminded you of your first time here; on edge and unsure what exactly you wanted from one of the doms. If it wasn’t for the extensive patience Hyunjin showed you that first night, you never would have stepped foot in here again, let alone multiple times.

She had nothing to worry about.

“Mhm. Honestly, from one woman to another, I say go with him. Trust me—” you gave her as much of a reassuring smile as you could muster, “—you’ll be in good hands.”

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the other drivers finding a hickey on gen z driver! reader and trying to find out who gave it to her it would be so funny😭😭

WHAT HAPPENS IN MONACO, STAYS IN MONACO

pairing: f1 grid x driver!reader

warnings: hickey. innuendos. rushed writing (lol, I wrote this in the middle of the night so cut me some slack pls).

author's note: thanks for the request! I know this has been in my drafts for a long time so I'm very sorry that it took me a while!! hope you still see this <3 also thank you to @12-seconds-to-live for the title inspo!

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The Monaco Grand Prix was always one of the highlights of the season- the prestige and luxury it brought forward was matched by no other race.

It was also the home of many F1 drivers, including herself. So it wasn't too out of the ordinary for a bunch of them to get together and celebrate in one of the many clubs the city had to offer.

''Y/N, we're going out later tonight, wanna join?'' Pierre asked her, all of their media duties done for the day. Lando, Charles, Max, George and Alex amusingly looked at her, already knowing she would never pass the opportunity to party.

She scrunched her nose, feeling the teasing coming from a mile away. ''I, uh, actually have other plans.''

''What do you mean you have other plans?'' The frowns on the guys' faces didn't do their obvious confusion justice. ''You're seriously saying no to a party with us?'' George was flabbergasted, he had known her for years and in all that time she had never refused.

''I am saying no this time.'' Y/N chuckled, their faces too funny not to laugh at.

''Even the girls are coming,'' Lando said, referring to their girlfriends, ''you can say no to us, but you surely can't say no to them.'' He tried convincing her, knowing about her soft spot for their girls.

Y/N loudly sighed, glancing away for a moment. ''I already told Lily I wasn't coming so that won't be a problem.''

''She didn't tell me that.'' Alex argued, almost offended by his girlfriend not informing him.

The young woman glimpsed at him, a smirk on her face. ''Well, there are many things she doesn't tell you that she tells me, Albono.'' She ended her sentence with a wink to the Williams driver.

Her comment had temporarily taken the focus off of her dismissal to party as the drivers laughed and poked some fun at Alex, but Charles wouldn't let her get away with it just yet. ''But what are those other plans you have, Y/N?''

''I just have better things to do, guys.'' She said, making an advance to leave the paddock and go home for the day.

''Like what?'' Max asked, puzzled by her vague answer.

''I don't know, my friend didn't say his name.'' She grinned from ear-to-ear, quickly waving them goodbye before they could stop her and tease her for going on a blind date with someone.

Y/N could hear the commotion they made as she walked away, secretly smiling to herself. ''I can't believe she's dumping us for some guy.'' She swore it was Lando who said it.

Walking into the driver's briefing the next day hadn't been like the usual days. Normally, she walked in, greeted everyone and sat down on a random chair. However this time, it went a little different.

Y/N walked into the room and greeted everyone, nothing out of the ordinary. But instead of a symphony of excited and dismissed greetings back, she was met with smirks and chuckles from her fellow drivers.

''What is it?'' She asked them, not sitting down before she had an answer.

Yet, they continued acting like teenagers and giggled amongst themselves, not giving her an explanation for their weird behaviour.

Daniel was the first one to have mercy on her and spoke up. ''You had fun last night?'' The raised eyebrow didn't go unnoticed, the Australian referring to her blind date from the night before that the other must have informed the entire grid about before she arrived.

''It was alright.'' She merely said, finally sitting down on the chair next to Lewis who didn't seem to be very invested as he typed something on his phone.

''Just alright? Cause it seems like you were busy.'' Lando continued the teasing, weirdly putting his hand on the side of his neck.

Y/N frowned at his action. ''I have no idea what you're talking about and stop acting like an idiot.'' She awkwardly chuckled, unnerved by everything.

''You're the only clueless idiot in the room right now, I'm afraid.'' George commented, smiling a bit too bright in her opinion.

''I'm totally confused.'' She let out, not hiding her confusion any longer.

Lewis scratched his voice, not taking his eyes off his phone. ''We can see the hickey on your neck.'' He revealed to her, matter-of-factly.

Y/N's eyes widened, immediately hiding her neck into her sweater while she could feel her head heating up due to embarrassment. ''I just walked past all the reporters- oh my god!'' She exclaimed, angry at herself for giving them any kind of news they could gossip about.

''I'm so happy it's not me this time.'' Lando laughed, victoriously throwing his hands in the air.

''You're the victim of the week, kiddo.'' Valtteri ruffled her hair, sitting on the chair behind her and his former teammate. She weakly smiled at him, mortified at what her team's press officer was going to say about this.

A figure taking the space on the other side of her brought the woman out of her thoughts, glancing beside her, she found Mick's comforting smile. ''Don't listen to them,'' he whispered, ''so, tell me about it! Is he a nice guy?'' Mick couldn't help but be curious, they have been good friends for years.

Y/N snorted, quickly covering her mouth. ''I don't know, there wasn't much talking, to be honest.''

''Okay, gross.''

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The air in the private area upstairs was thick with the scent of cigar smoke and the warm glow of the flickering candles, casting a seductive hue over everything. Lily's bar, with its worn leather booths and antique wooden tables, was as much a character in the story as any of the patrons who filled it. Tonight, though, it seemed to hum with a particular energy, as if even the walls themselves were celebrating the success of AJ and his team's recent heist. The reader who worked for Lily, her long, raven hair pulled back into a messy bun, bustled between them, serving drinks and offering words of congratulations as she went.

AJ took a sip of his whiskey, the smooth caramel flavors dancing across his tongue. He glanced around at his team, each member lost in their own thoughts and reflections. There was a sense of camaraderie and contentment in the air, a knowing nod to the fact that they had once again pulled off the impossible. But even as they reveled in their victory, AJ couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. He knew that their success had not gone unnoticed, and that sooner or later, someone was going to come gunning for them. He just hoped that they could enjoy this moment of respite for as long as it lasted.

His eyes drifted back to the reader, and he found himself unable to look away. There was something about her that drew him in, something that made him feel both safe and vulnerable at the same time. He knew that she was off-limits, that she worked for Lily, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her than met the eye. Maybe it was just the way she moved, the way she smiled, the way she seemed to understand the complexities of their world. Whatever it was, he couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards her.

As he watched her serve another group of customers, he felt a pang of envy. He wished he could be on the other side of the bar, serving drinks and flirting with her. But he knew that was impossible. His life was committed to this game, to this team, and to the danger that came with it. Still, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to see where things might go with her, to explore the potential connection that seemed to exist between them.

The conversation around him shifted, and AJ realized that his team was discussing their next job. He forced himself to focus, to rejoin the conversation, but his mind kept drifting back to the reader. He wondered if she felt the same way about him, if there was even the slightest possibility that they could be together. The thought filled him with hope and longing, a desire to reach out and make something more of this fragile connection they seemed to share.

As the night wore on, AJ found himself excusing himself to use the restroom more often than necessary, just to get a glimpse of her, to catch a whiff of her perfume, to watch her movements from a distance. It was obvious that he was becoming obsessed, that he was losing perspective on what was important. But he couldn't help it. Something about her drew him in, made him feel alive in a way that he hadn't felt in years.

Finally, with the party winding down and the last of their celebratory drinks consumed, AJ mustered up the courage to approach her. He smoothed down his jacket, adjusted his tie, and stepped out from the shadows of the private area. She looked up from where she was tidying up the bar, her eyes meeting him across the room. There was a spark in her gaze, a hint of interest that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Hey," he said, his voice coming out a bit rougher than he'd intended. "I just wanted to say...thank you. For tonight, I mean. It was really nice of you to help out."

She smiled, her eyes never leaving him. "It was my pleasure. Lily's always been good to me, and I'm happy to help out the team when I can."

There was an awkward silence as they stood there, barely a foot apart. AJ could feel the tension between them, a palpable energy that seemed to draw them closer. He took a step forward, leaning in slightly. "I've noticed you around here before...you seem to know a lot about this world."

She shrugged, looking away briefly before meeting his gaze once more. "I've worked with Lily for a while now. I've learned a thing or two along the way." Her voice was soft, sultry. AJ couldn't help but feel a stirring in his chest.

"You seem...different," he said, choosing his words carefully. "I mean, most people who get involved with this stuff..." He trailed off, not wanting to sound accusatory.

She smiled again, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Oh, I've been involved for a long time," she assured him. "Just because you don't see me in the field doesn't mean I'm not a part of it."

AJ found himself leaning in even closer, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He could feel the warmth of her breath against his skin, and it sent a shiver down his spine. "Well, I've been thinking...I mean, I know you work for Lily, but maybe..." He trailed off, unsure how to proceed.

She raised an eyebrow, her expression playful. "Maybe what?" she prompted, her voice barely above a whisper.

AJ took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "Maybe there's something else we could be doing together," he said, his voice low and intense. "I mean, I know this life is dangerous...but we could make it work, couldn't we? We could be a team, you and me."

She stepped closer, her breath mingling with his. "And what would you have me do, AJ?" she asked, her voice husky with desire. "What role do you see for me in all of this?"

He took her hand in his, feeling the warmth and strength of her grip. "Any role you want," he replied, his heart racing. "I trust you. I know you're smart and capable. I just want to be with you, to have you by my side as we navigate through this dangerous world."

Her eyes sparkled with interest and a hint of mischief. "Well," she said, leaning in closer still, "I think I could be quite useful in certain situations. I have...connections. Resources. Information. And I'm not afraid to use them."

AJ felt a thrill of anticipation course through him at her words. "That sounds...promising," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I think we could make quite the team."

As they stood there, lost in each other's eyes, he couldn't help but wonder what their future held. He knew it would be dangerous, that their lives would always be at risk. But for the first time in years, he felt a sense of hope, of purpose. He felt alive again.

He leaned in closer, his lips mere inches from hers. She responded in kind, her lips parting ever so slightly, inviting him in. The air between them crackled with anticipation as they hovered on the brink of a kiss. He could feel her breath against his skin, her heart racing in tandem with his own.

As their lips met, he felt a rush of emotion overtake him. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before, a combination of desire, passion, and a deep, abiding connection. Her lips were soft and warm against his, and he couldn't help but lose himself in the moment.

She slid her hand up his chest, her fingers tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss. He responded in kind, his tongue dancing with hers, exploring every inch of her mouth. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving nothing but the two of them and the intensity of their desire.But before they got to carried away Aj broke the kiss and begins to lead you to his car 

The world is quiet tonight. Not a single sound escapes the confines of the apartment building. Even the bustling city beyond seems to have taken a break from its usual clamor. It's as if everything around us has collectively exhaled, exhausted from the endless demands of life. And in this brief moment of silence.

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In the privacy of his own home,he stepped back for a moment to look into her eyes. They were filled with a mixture of passion and tenderness, and he felt a wave of emotion wash over him. Without another word, he reached out and drew her closer, pressing her against the wall. Her body felt warm and supple against his, and he could feel her heart racing in tandem with his own.

She moaned softly, arching her back as he explored her neck with his lips. He trailed his hands down her sides, cupping her hips, feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath his fingers. The tension between them was palpable, and he could feel her desire growing with every touch.

They moved together, their bodies in perfect sync. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his shoulders as she pulled him closer. He lost himself in the rhythm, the feel of her skin against his, the taste of her lips on his neck.

He could feel her growing wetter against him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He quickened his pace, thrusting harder, deeper, as she arched her back and cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He buried his face in her hair, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his lips, the heat of her body as it moved against his own.

They moved together, lost in the moment, their world reduced to nothing but the two of them and their intense desire. Time seemed to stand still, each sensation magnified, each touch a new discovery. AJ's body shook with the force of his climax, and he collapsed against her, spent. She held him close, her breath warm against his neck, as they both caught their breath.

Slowly, they began to regain their senses, the haze of passion giving way to a sense of contentment and peace. He leaned his forehead against hers, marveling at the connection they shared. He could feel her heart still racing, and it brought a smile to his lips.

"I've never felt like this before," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't know it was possible to feel so... complete."

AJ smiled, tracing a finger along her jawline. "It's funny," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "I've been feeling that way for a while now. Like I've been missing something, and then I met you. And now..."

She leaned in, kissing him gently on the lips. "And now?" she whispered.

"And now," he replied, "I feel like I've finally found my home."

They stood there in the quiet darkness of his apartment, wrapped in each other's arms. The air was thick with the scent of their sweat and desire, mingling with the faintest hint of vanilla and jasmine. He felt as if he could stay like this forever, lost in the warmth of her embrace, the softness of her skin against his.

He kissed her again, tenderly this time, and she responded with a sigh, her body melting further into his. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close as their lips moved in perfect harmony. It was as if they were two halves of the same soul, finally reunited after an eternity of longing.

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The next morning, they wake up together in AJ's bed, the sunlight streaming through the curtains. They lie entwined, enjoying the quiet comfort of each other's presence. As they discuss their plans for the day, they both realize that they want this to be the start of something new and lasting.

They decide to spend the morning together, exploring the city. They dress in casual clothes, enjoying the fresh air and the bustle of the streets. They stop for coffee at a quaint little café, laughing and sharing stories over steaming mugs. It feels so natural to be with her, as if they've known each other for years.

As they wander through the park, they come across a small pond where ducks swim lazily in the water. They sit down on a nearby bench, watching the ducks and listening to the birds sing. She leans her head against his shoulder, her hand finding its way into his, and he feels a warmth spread through his chest. He can't help but wonder if this is what it feels like to truly be in love.

"What do you think?" she asks him, her voice soft and gentle. "Do you think we could make this work? I mean, between us?"

He turns his head to look at her, her eyes shining with hope and trust. He knows that he could never be with anyone else. "I think," he says slowly, "that I've never felt this way about anyone before. I mean, I thought I was happy before... but now..." His voice trails off as he searches for the words to express how he feels. "Now I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

She smiles at him, tears welling up in her eyes. "I feel the same way," she whispers. "I've never known anyone who made me feel this way. This... complete."

They sit in silence for a moment, just enjoying the warmth of the sun on their faces and the gentle breeze rustling through the trees. AJ leans forward, his elbows on his knees, and looks into her eyes. "You know," he says, "I think we should start making some plans. About us, I mean. About our future."

She nods, her heart racing a little at the thought of what their future might hold. "I think that sounds like a really good idea," she says. "Where do you want to start?"

They spend the next few hours walking through the park, hand in hand, discussing their dreams and aspirations. They talk about the kind of life they want to build together, the places they want to travel, the people they want to surround themselves with. They talk about their careers, their hobbies, and their favorite movies and music. It's as if they've known each other for years, as if they've been waiting for this moment to finally share their deepest secrets and desires.

As the afternoon turns into evening, they find themselves at a small, cozy restaurant. The candles flicker on the table, casting a warm glow across their faces. They order their food and continue their conversation, laughing and teasing each other like old friends. They share a bottle of wine, feeling the warmth of the alcohol in their blood, and the weight of the world seems to lift from their shoulders.

After dinner, they walk along the river, the water gently lapping against the shore. The lights of the city twinkle in the distance, and the air is filled with the sounds of car horns and laughter. They stop at a small pier, leaning against the wooden railing as they watch the stars begin to appear in the night sky. She nestles into his embrace, her head on his shoulder, and he can feel her heart beating steadily against his chest.

"You know," she says softly, "I've never felt this way about anyone before. This... sense of peace, of belonging. It's like I've known you forever."

He smiles down at her, his heart swelling with love. "I feel the same way. I can't imagine my life without you in it."

They stand there for a moment, lost in each other's eyes, as the stars continue to appear in the sky above them. The gentle lapping of the water against the pier serves as a soothing background to their quiet, intimate exchange. As they stand there, it feels like time has stopped, as if they are the only two people in the world.

She raises her head, gazing up at him with such tenderness that it takes his breath away. "I don't want to lose this feeling," she whispers. "I don't want us to ever lose each other."

He cups her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away a stray hair from her cheek. "I promise you, I'll never let that happen," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what. You're my heart, my soul. You're everything to me."

She leans in, pressing her lips to his, feeling the truth of his words as they mingle with their own. Their kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, more desperate, as if they're trying to seal their love into this moment, to capture forever the feeling that has taken hold of them both.

As they break apart, he looks into her eyes and sees everything he's ever wanted reflected there. He cups her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away a stray hair from her cheek, and he knows with absolute certainty that she feels the same way. There is no doubt in his mind that they belong together, that their love is real and true and everlasting.

They spend the rest of the evening walking along the river, hand in hand, lost in their own little world. The stars above them seem to shine brighter, the city lights seem to dance with a newfound energy. They stop at a small bench and sit down, their shoulders touching, their legs crossed. She leans her head against his shoulder, feeling the steady beat of his heart, and for a moment, she wonders if he can feel her heart too, beating in time with his.

He looks down at her, his eyes filled with love and admiration, and she knows that he can feel it. He takes her hand in his, their fingers entwining, and she feels a shiver run down her spine. It's as if their bodies are connected, as if they share the same breath. She looks up at him, wondering what it is about him that makes her feel this way, and she knows that she will spend the rest of her life trying to understand the depth of her feelings for him.

They sit there for a while, lost in each other's company, content to just be together. The stars above them seem to dance in the night sky, their twinkling light reflecting off the river below. The sounds of the city in the distance mingle with the gentle lapping of the water against the pier. It's a peaceful, intimate moment, and she knows that she will cherish it forever.

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Mini Wolfstar Fic @wolfstarmicrofic

Title: 3 things Sirius loved about Remus

1) Hands

It was such a boring day for the Marauders, they were in the library mostly doing hw. James was away on another table with Lily to study potions while Peter was sleeping, resting his head on Sirius's laps. So Sirius was really bored with his only activity being petting Peter's head, so his eyes started to wander.

The first thing his eyes landed on was obviously books then the man that was using that book and finally the man himself. Remus looked so focus on what he was doing, seeing him like this always made Sirius heart sway a little more into madness, who could blame him when his boyfriend was the definition of gorgeous.

His golden-honey eyes were locked on the book. A book that was held so gently in his big, large hands. His hands that would always ground him when needed, elevated him when wanted , secure him, loved him, made him feel so good. These hands that Sirius knew better than anyone because of all the times he has held them.

Sirius couldn’t take his eyes off of them, off of those hands. HIS BOYFRIEND hands.

And maybe Sirius was staring too much because in one blink of an eye those same hand disappear from his vision and landed on his face, holding him just like the book was held. With care and appreciation. And just as soon as Remus hands were on his face, their lips met for a quick kiss and then they were gone, back to that book.

Oh Sirius was a gonner

2) Hair

Today was Sirius hair care day, and everyone knew that it would be easier to fight a dragon than to step in the way of the one and only Sirius Black, especially on hair care day, so the dorm was empty.

Sirius loved that day, it was a day for him and him only and no one would bother him. The others always flew the room on that day doing other things while Sirius enjoyed pampering his hair.

It took 5 hours. 5 hours for Sirius to finally be done, 5 hours before any Maurauder were allowed back into their dorm, 5 hours and his hair day was still not over since a longer mission was awaiting for him.

Now that his hair day was over, started the Maurauders hair day. The first one was James, his took an hour and a half it has finished just around 1PM. The second one was Peter and his hair took a bit longer, starting at 1h30 PM and ending at 3PM. The last one was his boyfriend. Remus hair was those pefect curls in that sandy blond colour that Sirius loved so much. The texture was just so flowy and light, literally dreamy. Moony was dreamy.

3) Cligny

Remus is clingy. Remus like to hug, he like to cuddle and every time he came back late from the library or his prefect routes Remus would always seek contact. When they weren't together yet Remus wandered with any of their friends, but now! Now Remus was Sirius's and Sirius's alone. At first the other were kinda jealous, mainly James and Lily what could they do (they cuddle all together). And tonight like any other night, came late his moony. As soon as Remus entered the common room Sirius ready himself. It was a routine, an automatism and Godric his loved it.

As soon as Lupin sat, Sirius was in his lap. Remus hands around his waist, resting, his head on his shoulder falling into the crook of Sirius head, hair flowing hiding his face. Sirius would kill to keep his routine forever.

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Years later after Azkaban and separation and hurt and pain started a joyous day.

That morning was just so calm with Remus now teacher at Hogwart was helping the kids with hw.

Sirius was taking care of his hair and then later was taking care of his godchild hair Harry and his kid Hair Teddy finishing by his Husband Hair.

That night all of them would be in the living room cuddling watching a movie (muggel gadjet) till the next morning.

Sirius would have this routine forever now that all the misery was over, he was the happiest of them all.

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one and seven for the ask game!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

hi lia <3 <3

Have you pulled inspiration from media sources other than the property your fic is related to (a plot point from a TV show that has nothing to do with the characters/setting of the fic, a line from a book, etc.)? If so, for which story? Why did you find that media source compelling?

absolutely yes! i mean fic in particular is extremely derivative but honestly all writing is derivative...i am always pulling inspiration from other stories i've loved which have stuck w me <3 gonna focus on wfrau in particular just to avoid this answer getting too long + bc that's what i've been writing most recently but. i've pulled inspiration from the animorphs series bc there are lots of fun ethical dilemmas brought up throughout that stuck w me after reading it; a particular scene from the anime 'banana fish' influenced james's story, though i can't say much more abt that without risking spoilers for the anime...if you've seen it you'll probably know which scene it influence tho lol. the crypt ch was influenced by book 4 of the fablehaven series which i read growing up as a kid--i loved book 4 bc it involved the main characters going on a mission into this underground treasure vault and having to fight past different traps to deeper down...so fun <3 the idea to write a werewolf fighting ring au in the first place came from me remembering a book i'd read as a kid called 'the abused werewolf rescue group,' though i couldn't actually tell you anything abt the plot anymore...and i'm sure there are a thousand other bits & pieces of media that have been floating around in my brain as i've written but those r the main ones coming to mind rn!

7. Share a line or paragraph you’ve written that you don’t think will ever actually be posted in anything! (Or, if you don’t hoard cut sentences and passages like I do, share anything you want that has yet to see the light of day!)

ugh see i really should save my writing better...generally w the way i write i'm not usually cutting entire scenes but it has happened once or twice & i've just. deleted it...

i can share a snippet of a pandalily time war au that i wrote about 2 pages of like 2 years ago but don't think i'll ever return to/complete so it will likely never see the light of day...here u go:

The low chatter—that is something that does not change. Gather enough people into a room, call it a party, close your eyes and it could be 1992 in Los Angeles or 761 in Koumbi Saleh or 1674 in Beijing. Humans will buzz like insects no matter what time you put them in, forever and ever and ever. Sometimes Lily wishes that they still existed; she scrubs the thought from her hard drive before her programming reads it as a virus. Humans do exist, forever. One only has to choose the right time.

This time, she is drinking wine. She is wandering through bodies, smiling and feeling the way it shapes her face. She steps past the marble columns, onto the terrace, under the moonlight that kisses her eyelids so gently when she closes them. She can feel the light, you know. That’s something she can do.

“Red suits you.”

The person beside her is a woman, today, or something like it. She wears the same clothing, white sweep of cloth, though she’s never quite able to get the same softness. It drapes willowy, slow-moving, with fingers that gnarl like roots.

“I’m too tired to kill you tonight,” Lily says, biting through the Latin with her canines like rich meat. “Go somewhere else.”

The woman smiles, slow and creeping, a lichen on the bark of a tree.

“Another place?”

“Another time.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“I like the wine.”

She isn’t drinking any. She watches the cup in Lily’s hands. When Lily takes a sip, the woman’s tongue darts out to wet her lips, pink and human.

“They have wine later,” Lily tells her, “And before.”

“Not like here,” the woman says, “Not like tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“Tonight.”

“And what makes it different tonight?”

The woman smiles. She is standing so very close. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

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Somewhere Only We Know 5/?

Ok, ya'll! This part is shorter and not as plot-heavy because I've been working non-stop (my husband had me take yesterday, American Thanksgiving, off from work completely) and am still full from Thanksgiving dinner as well as tonight's dinner <3

This is pretty much all smut so you won't see a preview like you usually do because smut starts immediately after the cut. ;) There is a wee little twist at the near end though and I think it's something some of you may like ;)

Val and Graves's relationship deepens in more ways than one the night before a dangerous mission.

MDNI, 18+

Triggers: This chapter is almost porn without plot, explicit sex, I mentioned in the previous chapter about an age gap so there's that, slightly rough sex, nothing too bad

Taglist! @bellgraves, @lily-lily131313, @unicorngirly1, @sharksausages, @shepgurl - if you want in to the taglist, let me know!

It wasn’t too much longer later that night that you found yourself on your knees before Graves. You were entirely nude before him while he was still uniformed. He’d taken his vest and the heavier parts of his gear off but the facts remained the same: he had a kink for seeing you on your knees, nude, and vulnerable in front of him while he sat on his throne, fully clothed and sometimes fully geared.

You were in his office and anyone could walk in couldn’t they? Especially because it was the night before a mission and Shadows tended to be working on pre-mission reports. They also tended to stop by with questions.

But honestly? That just made it hotter.

You took him deeper into your mouth, feeling his hot, thick length on your tongue. His hands were tangled in your hair but they’d lost that edge they used to have. He used to borderline not let you breathe when you sucked him off before. He used to grip your hair so hard you’d get headaches.

His grip was softer.

His cock was not.

You wanted more.

So you relaxed your throat and took him deeper. Deeper than you’d ever taken him in your mouth.

Above you, Graves sputtered and gasped and tightened his grip on your hair. He arched his hips off his seat and further into your mouth. You felt tears in your eyes and you had just a little trouble breathing but you fucking loved it.

But just like that, Graves pulled back, his hot, red cock just inches from your lips.

“I know what you’re doin,” Graves drawled. He looked down on you, his eyes hooded and dark. You could just barely see his blue eyes because his pupils were so dilated.

So you pouted up at him before your lips slightly parted. Your eyelashes were long but heavy with tears from when he was thrusting into your throat. Your knees hurt. But all of that took your focus away from two things that terrified you: Makarov and motherhood. Motherhood with a mercenary as your child’s father, no less.

“Get up, Val,” Graves demanded.

And he dragged you through another door before slamming it shut, the locking sound sending chills through you. So his office had a hidden door to his quarters, who knew. Well you, now.

You were tossed onto the bed and Graves wanted no time in crawling over you. He clearly didn’t mind tasting himself on your lips and tongue because he kissed you while slipping off his uniform shirt followed by taking off his dark undershirt.

Your nails wasted no time in tracing up his ribs, feeling the muscles in his torso. You scratched him, just slightly, and just enough to get him to hiss. He’d long since kicked off his boots, pants, and all other elements of clothing.

While you loved being vulnerable in front of him by being nude while he remain fully clothed, the sight of him naked was a fucking turn on. He was fit, his body tight and taut. He was so much bigger than you. He could easily kill you and for some reason that turned you on even more.

Your world tilted and you suddenly realized you were on top. And that he was buried inside you. You’d been fingering yourself while giving him head because you’d wanted to get off too. You had no idea that being on your knees would turn into this.

“Ride me, sweetheart,” Graves gasped. He was holding back, you could tell, but his hands were tight enough around your hips and thighs that they would leave finger-shaped bruises come morning.

You weren’t used to this, really. You were used to Graves being on top fucking the breath out of you. But you didn’t hate it. He was deeper than you’d ever felt him. Your full weight was settled on his pelvis. You still had room and so you wiggled on top of him, finally feeling him settle against your cervix. Graves moaned underneath you, arching his hips and further tightening his grasp on your hips.

You placed your hands on his chest and moved, riding him like he had so pleasantly asked. You leaned forward, catching his lips with yours, even biting his bottom lip with your teeth just barely so. Your cold dog tags, along with Graves’s dog tags were trapped between your heated bodies, glistening and shining like they were bows labeling you as gifts to each other.

And this was your world and Graves’s world for the next long moments. You moans, groans, and whispered nasty words into each other’s ears. It soon turned into a primal need when you felt yourself pick up the pace. Graves again tightened his grip and his pace combined with yours set up a brutal pace. You could feel him on your cervix and the repeated action of feeling his hot, thick length stretching you, rubbing your walls, and pounding your cervix along with the fingers from his free hand strumming your clit pushed you over the edge.

You cried out but stifled it after only split second. Yes, you’d moved to another black site but you were still nervous about the noises you made during sex behind heard by others. When Graves was on top of you he would either be kissing you, covering you mouth with his hand, or pushing you into pillows to stifle your cries. But tonight you had to reign yourself in.

Graves followed you over the edge not long after he felt you clamp and pulse around him. Graves groaned, muttered your name in a low growl as he held your hips still against him while he throbbed inside you.

You collapsed against him, placing your head on his chest. His heart still thundered away, a side effect of his orgasm.

And then…

Then Graves said something you weren’t expecting. It was something you didn’t know how to respond to.

“I love you,” he rasped, still trying to catch his breath.

Did he mean that or was it just the trauma bond getting stronger? Did Graves, a borderline sociopath, even know what love was? Was he saying this because he knew both of you or one of you might die tomorrow?

And while you didn’t know how to respond, you were terrified of what might happen to you if you didn’t respond in kind. So you responded exactly how you knew he wanted you to.

“I love you,” you echoed.

After the words were said, you realized you kinda did love him.

In a unique kind of way.

-

You tossed and turned that night because you were worried. About a lot of stuff. Would Shadow Company and 141 come to blows when they first saw each other face-to-face? Would they try to take you again?

Hell, what if Shadow Company, Graves, and a military German Shepherd, weren’t enough to keep you safe from Makarov?

[moons-and-mobility-aids]

About Me

Hi, I'm Chantelle! My pronouns are she/they, I'm 23, I originally had @moonsandmobilityaids as a side-blog but I've been debating for a few weeks whether to make a new main, and I've taken the plunge tonight because my brain won't leave it alone.

Anyway, I'm disabled, neurodivergent, queer and honestly, just an all-around mess. However, that strangely gives a lot of ideas for stories - all of my stories will have a disabled/chronically ill/neurodivergent reader, even if the disability isn't the main focus. Like, my onlyfans story has been triggered by a funny thought I had while making content for it and the reader happens to be disabled - I like that type of representation as much as I like representation that's focused on the disability itself, so I don't see it as a limiting thing.

As I'm writing this, I'm planning to post the previous parts of the onlyfans story to here so I can post chapter five and still delete the original account later (and I'll be privating the original posts now), so you're going to see four reposts in the next 24-ish hours. Sorry for that, but I hope to immediately follow it up with a new chapter. My other stories will also be reposted later, but it's not my priority.

This was supposed to be about me so I'm refocusing - I will be writing marauders era content. Remus is my favourite, as I'm sure you'll notice pretty quickly, but I love James and Sirius too. A lot of my stuff is poly!marauders, but I'm working on a poly!wolfstar idea as well and I want to write more individual stuff even though my brain kind of gets lost when I want to do that.

I also hope to write some stuff for Lily at some point but she actually scares me to write even though my brain got stuck on 'kissing lily evans' this morning so we'll see.

Let me know if there's anything else you want to know because I just rambled for 15 minutes and I'm pretty sure it wasn't helpful.

[ladylooch]

Our Little Family [Miles Wood] Life Post- Hospital

From the Author, 👢 anon: Hey, I'm back with another little family update. Please don't kill me.

Warnings: mentions of injury, maybe little blood.

Halloween is coming up, and you’re not feeling it, but it looks like Miles and Lily are. Miles bothered you for days until you agreed with the whole halloween thing including trick or treating around the neighborhood and going to the team party. 

He just forgot that you’re a mom now, so what he was dreaming of is not going to happen. You guys are going as Tangled characters for Lily's first trick or treat. Miles is going as Flynn, you´re going as Rapunzel, the post hair cut look, and Lily is Pascal. 

Lily looks adorable in her Pascal costume. Since Miles is already in his Flynn costume, you’re the only one who still needs to get ready. After getting ready, you move downstairs to find them. Your fiance looks a little disappointed with your costume choice; he wanted something slutty from you, but that's not happening. 

You guys go around the neighborhood, Miles carrying Lily around. She coos and babbles for everybody that she sees. She is so close to saying her first words, and you’re pretty sure it’s going to be da. You’re so exhausted when you all get home, Lily has already passed out, which is good. You put her candies away in the pantry while Miles takes her to bed. 

You sit on the couch, going through the pictures from tonight. Lily and Miles looked adorable. Baby girl was having the time of her life. Miles comes in kissing the top of your head. 

"You should post," he tells you softly. You don't know how you feel about that. It's been a while since you posted, especially miles. 

He was talking about you and Lily, the one he took of you guys. Not him and Lily. He sits beside you, pulling your legs on his lap. He starts to rub your feet. He knows you're sore from all the walking. 

"We don't have to go tomorrow." He says to you as you put your phone down. You look at him with a puzzled look. 

"Babe, you have to go. It's the team party, you need to be there." You squeeze his hand. You would love to be home, but you can't keep him from his team responsibilities.

You guys have everything planned. The sitter is coming tomorrow, and she's counting on that money. You will endure this team party for him. 

You yawn, and Miles tells you to go to bed. He'll follow you soon. You know he needs to watch a film or something. You do your bedtime routine with Lily. Giving her goodnight kisses and telling her she's loved. 

You lay in bed, so ready to finally sleep. Tomorrow there is more and you're not ready for that. You feel Miles coming to bed a couple of hours later. 

The day is a little chaotic with Miles playing and having to get ready for the Halloween party. You guys decided to go as Neo and Trinity from the Matrix. So at least he got a little slutty from you. But getting home, putting on your warm, soft pjs, that's the dream. And, of course, cuddling your baby. You guys had a good Halloween overall, even if you didn't want to do it at first. 

Now, the focus is on Thanksgiving and Christmas. His parents are coming into town soon. So it's going to be fun having them there. Miles wouldn't accept them staying at a hotel. That's fine by you. You guys go back into that comfort zone, and you hate it. Miles is hockey and Lily focused. Your lost again from his mind.That's your life, and you hate it. 

You really thought Miles was seeing you different, as a partner now, but he's not. There are days that you sit there and stare at your ring. Sometimes, it feels that you made a mistake.

Did he propose because of Lily ? Yeah, you think about that. 

Since his parents are in town, they decided to take Lily for a matinee. You decide to stay and prepare something nice for when they get home. It's not like he'll be upset that you're not there. You're lost in your thoughts when you feel a sharp pain in your hand. You look down seeing the blood starting to make the cutting board red. 

You take a deep breath, wrapping a towel around your hand. You clean the cutting board, throw things away, and turn the oven off.

You shouldn't be this calm, but you are. You grab your phone, wallet, and keys before ordering an Uber. 

Getting to the hospital, you fill out your data and wait for the doctor to call for you. One of the nurses asked if you wanted to call anyone or if they should. You shake your head, saying that it's fine. There isn't anyone that can come get you right now. 

You get your stitches done, but they don't want to discharge you without someone to take you home. You wait until the game is over to ask Miles to come get you. 

Can you come and get me please ? I'm at the hospital. 

Texting is better than calling Miles. You know he'll be disappointed in you, and you can't hear his voice right now. You sit there scrolling through your phone until Miles gets there. You're in the waiting area when he finds you. He looks worried, locking eyes with you. 

He sits beside you and hugs your side, kissing your head. 

“Are you okay ?” Miles asks softly. 

“Yeah, fine. Just a cut and a few stitches.” You can sense that he is mad or something, probably disappointed in you. 

You ask if you guys can go, you miss Lily and want to see her. You guys walk together to the car. He's dying to ask you something. 

Miles helps you to get in the car. You settle and close your eyes to rest a little bit. The thing is, the car doesn't start to move. He's staring at you. 

“Why ?” You hear and don't understand at first. You open your eyes and look at him. He's clearly upset. “Why didn't you call me earlier ?” He asks again.

“Because you were playing, you weren't going to leave the game for me.” 

He can't believe that he's hearing that. 

The thing is, he doesn't reply right away, and you know you got him there. He looks at you gripping the wheel. 

“I'm doing my best here, and you're not letting me in. You're not giving me a chance.” He finally lets it all out. You scoff, trying not to lose it. 

“That's bullshit Miles, and you know it.” You look serious. You don't want to go down this road again with the same outcome, but he clearly does. 

“I just don't understand why you're not letting me in.” He keeps pushing it. 

“You can throw the blame at me as much as you want. But I told you what I needed from you. I don't give a fuck about big gestures.” You take a big breath. “Every time, it's the same thing. You settle, then something happens, and you go big. I want you to be present, accept me as your fiance and not your daughter's babysitter.” 

He wasn't expecting you to go off. He wanted to push you, but not like this. 

“I….I….” He doesn't know what to say. That caught him off guard, it feels like someone punched him many times.

You again ask him to take you home- you're tired and want to see baby girl. Miles drives home. He stops to grab your prescription, and then it's time to go home. 

As soon you walk through the door, you can hear Lily crying. Miles stays behind. You say her name softly so she knows you're there, thanking Cheryl as you pick Lily up. 

You kiss her head, taking her upstairs. You strip from the hospital clothes, putting something more comfortable on before laying in bed with her. 

Lily is playing with your necklace when Miles comes in. His eyes are red and you realize he stayed in the car to cry. You hate hurting him, but he's hurting you more right now. You thank him and take your meds. You guys weren't prepared for this moment. 

“Da…da” Lily says softly as her dad kisses her head. 

You and Miles look at each other, so surprised. Like yeah, you knew it was coming, but not at this moment where you both are struggling as a couple.

She says again; it makes you cry. Everything that happened today hurts you so badly. Miles looks at you and then Lily. 

“I want us, I really do. But I don't know how to fix it right now.” Miles sits beside you. “Wait for me, I'll get my shit together, and this time it is more than just talk.” Miles promises.

You nod as Miles cleans your tears with his thumb. He seals his new promise with a soft kiss. Lily coos happily because she loves her parents so much. 

You fall asleep with Lily as Miles hold both of you. He watches you sleep, then he wakes you to eat something. He says that you can shower and he'll change your bandage after you shower. 

You do exactly that because you need a shower badly. The hospital smell is still on you. Lily will eat and play with her grandparents. 

You're finishing getting dressed when Miles knocks on the door, asking if he can come in. You say softly that he can. 

Miles pops his head into the bathroom with that toothless grin. God, you're so damn in love with that man. You smile softly as he walks in. Maybe you should apologize. After all, you're the one who lost it today. 

He motions for you to sit and you do so. Miles has some experience with bandages. You sit there still letting him work. 

“I'm sorry, I didn't want to make it a big deal. That's why I never say things to you." He stops his movements. He's so gentle with you. 

“Not your fault, babe. I thought what I have been doing was enough for you. My past relationships were like that. I just didn't know it wasn't enough for you. And that's on me. I'm going to learn.” 

You're emotional again. You nod, biting your bottom lip. He looks at you with soft eyes. He's starting to realize you always say that you're sorry, even if it's not your fault. 

Miles finishes changing your bandage, and he kisses your injured hand gently. He gets up and puts the things away before holding your hand to take you downstairs to eat. 

You sit at the table watching your family. You're not perfect, and you know Miles will never be either. You just want a happy life with him and your baby. 

[padfootswhiskers]

for day 5 of @mppmaraudergirl’s blackevans week: fighting foes

wrote this back when the event was announced using the prompts I received for round 5 of THC

READ ON AO3 or under the cut

Sirius hated Apparating.

The nausea, the sensation of spinning around in nothing, the feeling of being squeezed through a narrow tube...he rarely resorted to the option.

Tonight had been an exception.

He hadn’t even thought about it—he’d been all adrenaline and instinct, grabbing the limp arm closest to him and choosing the first location that’d popped into his head.

Later, he’d wish he’d been better at it.

The stench that hit his nostrils on arrival was almost enough for him to pass out.

Pain shot up his ankle, blacking out his vision temporarily. Next to him, Lily’s knees buckled. Blindly, Sirius seized her under her arms, dragging her alongside until he could lay her back against the damp brick wall. He crouched before her, his breathing fast and shallow, his foot in agony, dark hair falling into his sweaty face.

They were in an alleyway of sorts, narrow and dimly lit, stretching out before them like a maze. A flickering street lamp stood at its entrance, casting long, ominous shadows across the cobblestone ground. The sky was heavy with rain-laden clouds.

It was achingly familiar, but he couldn’t bring himself to focus on placing it. He moved gingerly for his wand, his ankle feeling like it was on fire. “Expecto Patronum.”

A great shaggy dog burst forth from its end, landing on the damp pavement noiselessly. It stared at him curiously, cocking its head to the side. “Dumbledore,” Sirius said hoarsely. “Headquarters. Tell him we were ambushed. Tell him James—” His voice cracked, fear seizing his throat with a vice-like grip. He saw, in his mind’s eye, the flash of purple light—James crumpling to the ground and out of sight…

But he had to go on. He had no time to despair. He had to persist. James’ life depended on him. He swallowed, steeling himself. “Tell him James needs help. Now. ”

Behind him, Lily groaned, stirring feebly.

“Evans,” he breathed, and if his voice was a bit desperate, who could blame him?

Green eyes, dark and unfocused, fluttered open. Blood trickled down the side of her head, streaking along her cheek. Her breathing was slow, laboured.

But she was awake. She was alive.

“Where are we?” Her words were low, slurred.

Sirius glanced around, something nauseating settling heavily in his gut as he recognised where he’d Side-Alonged them to in his fit of desperation. The wonky street lamp, the bubbly letters graffitied across the wall he could just about make out…

“London,” he answered faintly. “We’re in London.”

They were in London, three blocks away from Grimmauld Place, and a good distance away from any of the Order’s safehouses. He turned back to Lily, whose eyes were fluttering closed again. “Oi,” he said, snapping his fingers. “Stay with me. You hit your head pretty hard back there.”

“James,” she murmured, and Sirius’ heart sank. “Where’s James?”

He swallowed the bile rising in his throat. “I’ve called for help,” he told her. “James will be fine. They won’t—” He hesitated. “They won’t kill him.” James’ fortunate blood status would be just enough to spare his life.

He prayed he was right. He had to be.

It was late—midnight—if he had to hazard a guess, and he had no idea how long it’d be before someone could get to James. He’d go back himself, but he’d have to leave Lily like this—alone, defenceless. James would never forgive him.

The thought of James alone and defenceless made him feel like his heart was being ripped in two, so he pushed his feelings aside, concentrating instead, on the friend beside him. Colour was leeching out of Lily’s face, bit by bit.

“Lily,” he pleaded. “I need you to stay awake, alright? You’ve got to stay awake.”

Truthfully, he had no idea what would happen if she succumbed to sleep. He didn’t care to find out. If something happened to her, it would all be for nothing. Sirius couldn’t bear the thought.

Lily only groaned, dazed. She was in no shape to Apparate again, and there were no Muggles around to help, not at this time of night…

He reached out to cup the back of her head, his fingers touching hair warm and sticky with blood.

That was bad. That was really, really bad.

He conjured a second Patronus, broadcasting their location, begging Dumbledore to act quickly—they needed a Healer as soon as possible.

He felt exposed, like a raw nerve. It was stupid, stupid to come here—back to his old home. If the Death Eaters had followed them…with his busted ankle and Lily nearly unconscious…they didn’t stand a chance.

“Stay with me,” he said again. “You can’t pass out, okay? We’re not safe here.”

Lily nodded weakly, but her eyes were getting duller and duller by the second. He scrambled for something, anything to keep her attention.

“Hey,” he said, his voice trembling. “Tell me a something. A story.” A desperate attempt to keep her awake and alert. “Any story.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound escaped her throat.

Sirius swallowed, closing his eyes. “Alright. Alright, I’ll tell you something. But you’ve got to listen, okay? You’ve got to stay awake.”

Lily nodded. He grasped for her wrist, clutching it with whitened fingers. “One time, James and I stayed over at Hogwarts for Christmas break.” The words came out rapidly, breathless. “The Castle was nearly empty—everyone’d gone home. So we thought we’d go swimming in the Black Lake. Are you listening?”

“Black Lake,” Lily mumbled with effort. “Go on.”

“Good. Right. Black Lake. Well, it was a stupid idea. We had a lot of stupid ideas, the two of us.”

Lily made a sound that could only be of agreement.

“It was late. Like it is now. Past curfew. We used James’ old Cloak…snuck right past Filch and McGonagall. It was freezing cold—we wanted to go back in the second we’d stepped out—but we didn’t. We got to the Lake, took off our Cloaks, socks, shoes…stripped down to our boxers—again, stupid— and we got in.”

He heard an odd rustling; he paused, listening intently. His heart hammered in his chest.

But no one came.

“And then?”

He exhaled sharply. “And then we got out. Because I’d never learned to swim. Nearly drowned that night.” At Lily’s disbelieving look, he shrugged. “I figured it’d be easy. It wasn’t.”

Even then, he could recall with perfect clarity how it’d felt—his lungs aching, strained; his stomach hurting from laughter.

He’d give anything to be back there now, with James…

“That’s a terrible story,” Lily said.

Sirius let out a startled laugh. A wave of fondness washed over him, for this woman, who could make him laugh even in the most dire of circumstances.

The wave receded as quickly as it had come, the thought of losing her and James all too sobering. He wondered how long it’d been since he’d sent off the Patronus.

“Your turn, then,” he told her. “If you’ve got a better one.”

Lily frowned. When she spoke, her voice was strangled. “Well,” she said, “one time—”

“Shut up.”

“That’s rude—”

“No, I mean—” Sirius slapped a hand over her mouth, ears straining. There were definitely footsteps now—he wasn’t imagining them. Multiple footsteps, marching closer and closer…

Lily’s frame sagged against him, and he knew she could hear them too. Quietly, he cast a Disillusionment Charm over the two of them, praying it would hold.

But if they’d heard them already…Sirius had laughed, for Merlin’s sake…

“Sirius,” Lily whispered.

“Shh. Not now.”

“Sirius, you’ve got to go.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

“Then we’ll both die. Don’t be an idiot.”

Sirius ignored her. The footsteps were getting louder. Whoever they were, they were getting closer. His heart quickened—it was going so fast he was half afraid it’d explode, and that would definitely give them away—his mind flitted desperately from one possibility to the next.

Maybe they’re just Muggles, he thought. Muggles roaming around alleyways at midnight probably weren’t good news for them either, but they’d be a right sight better than the group that’d been tailing them all night. Muggles, he could take alone. Sweat trickled down his brow.

Seconds stretched into years as they waited; reality warped itself around them, and Sirius had no idea how long it’d been since he’d first heard the footsteps when finally, finally, three cloaked figures stalked down the narrow path, wands drawn.

He stepped back hastily, sending an electric jolt of pain flaring up his leg as his ankle landed wrong, yet again. A yelp rose in his throat, but he swallowed it, biting down on his tongue till he could taste copper.

Hold still. Hold still. Hold still.

The cloaked men seemed to be in a hurry—no doubt their master would be highly displeased that their tipped-off ambush had failed, (provided James had gotten help by now, and Sirius had to believe he had), only giving the dingy strip of land a cursory glance, before proceeding to the next one.

Still, Sirius didn’t dare to move. He didn’t dare to breathe.

Next to him, Lily had gone still. Her pulse thrummed beneath his fingers, slow and thready.

Pain was rendering his vision blurry, but Sirius shook his head, clearing it. He had to stay awake, he had to take watch.

There was nothing to do but wait.

[invisiblestringmm]

Hi hi hi🩷

It didn’t come as a surprise to see Jaz keeping her promise to support you as best as she could - you got daily FaceTime calls, texts, and Instagram DMs. You got post-ballet dinners and ice cream, the four of you becoming closer each day - Lily and Summer were inseparable now, and you had Jaz not getting tired of telling you she felt like you’d become the sister she never had. THEY ARE ALREADY SISTERS IN LAW😌🤭

What you didn’t expect was for him to reply within less than a minute.HE IS FAST

“Mummy, are you okay?” Lily had her eyebrows frowned at you, she curiously scanned your probably pale face as your heart pounded against your chest. A simple nod was enough for her to focus back on the pancakes, but also give you occasional and quick glares as your shaky hands tightly held the phone. I LOVE THIS LITTLE GIRL🥹

“Peanut,” you poked her tummy, making her giggle. “Why don’t we have a girl's afternoon today, huh? Museum, whatever you want for lunch and we can wrap it with skincare and Moana!”CAN I COME WITH YOU?😂

Careful not to lose Lily from your sight as she walked three steps in front of you, her eyes not sure what she wanted to focus her attention on at the museum, your mind went back to Mason’s last words to you that morning. So, he wanted to apologise for the way he treated you. Part of you felt good about it, that he had finally recognised what a complete twat he had been, but the other part of you just thought how that made no difference now - it was in the past. Not buried, since your past with him had taken the most angelic human form, but it wouldn’t change things. It was all about the future now. IT CAN OPEN THE DOORS TO THE FUTURE🤭

For lunch, Lily insisted on spaghetti, her all-time favourite food. You had to persuade her a bit to eat a bit of protein too because pasta would make her feel hungry again by the afternoon, and you knew how much she hated being hungry right before taking a nap - your persuasion included the word dessert, so not much time was wasted trying to convince her to accept some chicken with her pasta.LILY IS ME🤭😂

Lily giggled, “Mummy!” she held your hand, placing a soft kiss against it and walking according to your pace. “Can we go home now?” You nodded, quickly fetching an Uber to drive you home. OHHH ILL CRY😭

A few minutes later you were cuddling under the blankets and watching Moana for the millionth time. You fell asleep shortly before the film ended and were quickly followed by Lily as she hummed an “I love you, mummy” and kissed the tip of your nose. I NEED THIS

If anyone told you that your daughter’s ballet recital would be the place you’d almost certainly meet her father again, especially without him being the father of another kid there, you’d just roll your eyes and leave - as you stood in front of your closet, not sure about what to wear, your mind played tricks on you creating different scenarios on how that meeting would go. There was so much expectation from you, so much anxiety to see how Mason would react. He thought you’d meet for coffee sometime soon, not at a ballet recital where you were the mother of one of the kids. SHE WANTS TO LOOK PRETTY🤭

“Willie, I know you’re smarter than this,” you replied as she just shrugged, still waiting for an answer. You got a positive reaction when you picked a knit burgundy dress, so you tried it on and what you saw in the mirror made you satisfied. “The next time I see him it’ll be to tell him the truth, so he needs a good first second impression.” YOU'RE THE WHO GREW HIS LOVELY CHILD, HE'LL LOVE YOU ANYWAY

“His first impression of you was good enough,” she teased, watching your cheeks blush as she helped to remove the dress tag. “But you’re wearing a brand new dress for him tonight, so I’m sure the second impression will be just as good.” AHAHHAHAHA I LOVE HER

“He’s not here yet,” like she could read your mind, Jaz’s words caused you to sigh in relief. “You look gorgeous, by the way!”Smiling at her, you softly stroked her bump. “You too, pretty mumma.” THEY ARE SO CUTE THO

I JUST LOVE HER PARENTS

When her act ended, you proudly stood up and clapped your hands as if your life relied on it. Her eyes scanned the audience, looking for you, and when she finally found you her face lit up and that smile you loved so much was there, making your heart melt. “I love you,” you mumbled, and she just winked at you.OMG IM MELT

What you didn’t expect was to find him right outside, holding his phone with a wide smile on his lips. OPS

“I literally just texted you back saying yes,” he ran his fingers through his hair and that was as sexy as you remembered. Mason had a beard now, and although he was still young, the wrinkles on the corners of his eyes were more evident now. “You’re the last person I thought I’d meet here.”HE IS CUTE

“I think we should meet there.” You said, thinking of how suffocating and awkward it’d be being inside a car with him after all these years. “There’s a nice place I usually go with my dau-,” you coughed, watching his brows frown. “With my best friend. I’ll text you the address and we’ll meet there.”OPS

Then, all of a sudden, Mason pulled you into a hug. His warmth against your body melted your heart, and you could feel how his breath deepened as his arms tightened around your figure. “I’ll meet you there, so I can decently apologise for being a complete idiot to someone incredible like you.” HE IS CUTEEEE BUT A STUPID MAN AT THE SAME TIME

JAZ TEXT🤭😂

I LOVE THE TEXTS IN FICS 😭

OMG THIS WAS A ROLLERCOASTER, LEVED IT

I LOVE THE BOND BETWEEN Y/N AND LILY, AND ALSO HER PARENTS. THEY ARE JUST THE CYTES I CAN'T

I LOVE HOW JAZ HAS HER BACK, NO MATTER IF IT IS HER BROTHER

AND ALSO HOW MASON IMMEDIATELY ANSWERED HER

THE FINAL HUG WAS CUTEEE

CANT WAIT FOR MORE AND TO SEE HIS REACTION TO EVERYTHING 🤭🩷🩷

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ELISAAAA YOU ARE THE BEST AT FEEDBACKS! 😭 hahahah I always wait anxiously for them, thank you so SO MUCHHH!

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Anyway I really hope yall enjoy the fic! And i encourage you to send me some asks about it!!!/gen

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I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you(Take me back to the night we met) [I]

Tw-Blood, Injuries, Self Deprecation

Word count-4084

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At the mouth of a cave, Phil stood with his best friend and partner in adventuring and treasure hunting, Techno. The two had been traveling for hours upon hours and it was much much later than either had thought they’d be out for.

Phil grit his teeth and gripped at his green overshirt anxiously. It was far past curfew for the kids in Esemtria and now that he didn’t have to worry about kids getting snatched up-

(Especially his own son-)

-By saints knew what-he could rest easier. That also meant he wanted to go home to his wife sooner.

This meant however, convincing his best friend for the umpenteenth time that they needed to go home was practically fruitless.

“Techno can we pleas-“

“Phil, I need to look in that cave and you know it. We gotta make sure there aren't any dangerous creatures in there. That's our job and you know Governor Bad wouldn’ be too happy if we didn’t do what he asked.”

Techno was watching the cave. Phil could see the way his friend gripped his sword and how his feet were firmly planted. He was digging in, so transfixed on the cave.

“And I’m asking you to stay out of the cave. Those warning signs aren’t there for show mate. Bad won’t be angry if we don't go in.”

The woods were cold, densely packed with trees and a variety of wildflowers, mainly lilies, chrysanthemums, poppies and a variety of others though neither were paying attention to the flowers.

No, their focus was on the cave that loomed in the distance. The village was only a few miles back. It wouldn’t hurt to turn around.

Techno would never do that though.

Phil knew that. Yet here he was, wasting time and moonlight trying to get Techno away from the gloomy cave of which foretold death and misfortune galore. Techno was always the more headstrong one. He was brash. Foolish even.

Reminded Phil of when he was a younger kid but that's probably why he was so hellbent on keeping Techno alive and well.

Phil was very unhappy about these circumstances and his odds of winning this argument.

“Techno please-I think we oughta go home. Kristen will share our dinner with you alright? I think she’s making pasta or something like that.”

Of course the pinkette graced him no response and of course Phil tried again.

“Tech please-whatever glittery gold bullshit and crystals-whatever is in that cave isn’t worth the risk. Kristen and I have told you that you're allowed to stay with us and I know our son would accept you as a big brother immediately. The kid might be small and young but he has a big heart.”

He infused his voice with nothing but love, kindness, warmth and affection as much as he could.

Techno remained unmoving although he could tell by the way his shoulders slouched that he was losing a bit of momentum here.

Great.

“P-“

“I’ll only be a moment Phil. I just gotta do a bit of lookin and I’ll be right out ok? And if your worried you have legs y’know-“ The kid shot back as he began to walk towards the cave.

“You’re free to join me….If I find anything worth keeping though you aren’t getting a lick of it unless you come in-That’s just the rules-“

Before Phil could further his pleas and offers Techno ran deep inside the dark and ominous cave, the echo of the other’s footsteps being the only thing he could hear as he vanished into the darkness.

The blond man closed his eyes in frustration and groaned. Techno just haaaad to be like this tonight. He couldn’t pick a worse location to be stubborn about as well.

He glanced at his legs for a moment. He swore to the saints Techno was calling him old in some way…but then again he was right. If he wanted he could go after him and drag his dumbass out, scold him a little and then bring him back to dinner.

But kids don’t learn if you don’t let them make mistakes.

So of course, he stood there and waited.

And waited.

The waiting of course, was getting his legs feeling stiff but he’d hold out. That kid would regret going in, he’d tell Phil and that would be the end of it.

He paced back and forth and back and forth and then back again, the ornate sword held in his hands dragged across the ground in a shallow dip it formed. He waited still though.

A Craft didn’t give up when they had their mind set on something-he would know considering his brother managed to make a thriving village that had never had many issues aside a few pranks gone out of hand.

He glanced up and he stopped his pacing, the sword in his hand was gripped tighter as he bit his chapped lips.

The moon had already begun to start setting back down to welcome the new day and he was still there waiting as if something was going to happen despite nothing having happened for the past several hours.

Kristen would be worried. Hell, she was already most likely. She was probably assuming the worst of Techno and him-

Hell-he was assuming the worst of Techno and him and he at least knew he was accounted for!

He sighed before looking at the cave and then to his sword. He could leave his best friend there. Could leave him for dead but why would he?

He wasn’t a monster.

With a final glance back. Back towards where his home was. Back to his family.

He took a step forward into the dark cave. Because a Craft wouldn’t leave someone, who may not be blood family but was still family, behind.

The first thing of note was that the whole area was fridged. The summer harvest was wrapping up, the fall harvest upcoming meant that yeah, it was getting a bit chillier but it should not be this…cold.

This…This temperature was cold enough to where he craved warmth…

Yet it was off enough and just weirdly warm enough to make his insides writhe uncomfortably.

He blew out some air from his mouth, watching as it curled into a fog that dissipated. He kept walking and going further and further, glancing for any coves and crevices that the pinkette was hiding in or near.

As he went deeper the temperature went from an uncomfortable chilly cold to a warmth that was prickling and tense.

‘Where the hell was he…?’ Phil thought anxiously, eyes darting around the dark.

“Techno! Technooo….! Where the fuck are you Mate? It’s been hours!!” He shouted out into the dark. No response.

He would have responded…

Unless…something…happened to him…

No. Nothing would. Techno was incredibly capable of keeping himself safe! Sure, Phil was more experienced but Techno was strong and he would have called for help. He may be head strong but he wasn’t that dumb.

He took one more step into the dingy cave. He took a sniff of the air and gagged. Smelled rotten and humid.

That’s when he heard a scratching from the cave floor. He tensed up and held his sword tightly as he glanced around with narrowed eyes. He rotated around in a small circle to ensure he wouldn’t get crept up on, the warmth in the cave making his skin crawl.

And that’s when he heard the growl.

He readied himself into a fighting stance as he saw dark shadows approaching him and he prepared to fight off whatever was there.

Until he realized they were bats. He watched the creatures fly to the cave entrance, screeching and cawing in the strange way only bats could.

He let out a sigh while he turned to look out at the entrance that the bats had flown too.

Maybe Techno found a way out already? Was there another entrance? Was he just being paranoid? Surely that was the case

It was probably the fact that he didn’t want to lose who he fully intended on being his son’s godparent. He was paranoid. Kristen would be worried and he had dinner and a son to tend to back at home.

Phil looked tiredly at the entrance before taking a few steps toward it. He needed to go home. He’d ask around to see if Puffy-hell-maybe even Sam could help-

Sure the sheriff didn’t like Techno, he didn’t even really like Phil, but he’d surely help if Phil asked enough times and bribed him.

His boots quietly clicked as he slowly headed to the entrance before something dripped onto his head. He reached up and ran a hand through his hair, silently cringing. Gods it was slimy and disgusting-

He wiped it on his pants and turned around, looking up before his blood ran cold.

Looming up above his head, was bright, white eyes with shining, saliva glistening teeth. Every other detail of the beast was shrouded by the darkness of the cave.

His hand went down to his sword hilt and he took it out in one fell swoop, narrowing his eyes. This is what he trained for.

So he cleared his throat, got into stance and charged as the creature attempted to grab him. He took a heavy swing over his head.

The beast let out a pained cry and Phil barely dodged the swipe as he rolled to the side, his hat falling off. Phil made another advance towards the monster.

He had to slay it-after all, it must have been the thing to hurt or kill Techno-that’s why he hadn’t responded to him.

He took another swing, slicing into the beast's thumb web, it snarled out in pain and retaliated with a swipe at Phil’s face too fast for him to evade.

He dropped his sword once the burning pain registered in his mind, the clang of metal hitting the floor was the one thing he heard in his ears.

He stared at the beast, blood getting in his mouth and filling it with its hot iron taste as he licked his lips.

His mind felt surprisingly clear as he looked into the snarling creature's white, soulless eyes. The two of them were seemingly locked in a stalemate, both breathing heavily.

Phil wasted no time regaining his bearings as he bolted from the cave, collecting his sword into his hand quickly as he sprinted at full speed to the breaking daylight.

He didn’t dare look back.

He could tell the beast was chasing after him, the loud growling and footsteps were a damn good indicator as his own footsteps were drowned out.

He needed to get away from the cave but he also needed to move in such a way that didn’t get anyone in Esemtria mauled-

The blond nearly stumbled as he finally made his way into the freezing cold air, goosebumps forming on his skin. He dared to look behind him for a split moment to see a giant hand reaching out, growls spouting out of it before it began to keep crawling out of the cave.

Phil didn’t wait for it.

He kept sprinting into the woods, the blood on his face long forgotten aside for the taste in his mouth and smell in hitting his nose.

The sun was rising behind and he silently cussed, hoping to make it home before people left their homes so he wasn’t seen by worried faces.

He began to weave between trees and bushes, sword still unsheathed as he slid throughout the muddied grounds. He needed to reach the border-

He forced his tired and aching body to push onward, his muscles feeling like they were being torn apart. Still, he knew he needed to keep going-for Kristen-For his son.

Everything felt like a blur as he kept mindlessly running despite the protests of his limbs, not daring to stop, look behind or even rest a second as he aimed to get home.

When he reached the border his chest was heaving and he stared out at the dimly lit city he and his family called home. The streets were silent and covered in a sheen of morning dew. The streets had a few people beginning to leave their houses to set up at the market.

He numbly began to walk over to his house. It wasn’t hard to see-the lights were bright and all on compared to their neighbors. Kristen must not have turned them off. It probably annoyed them to no end but honestly? Phil couldn’t give a fuck.

He reached the door and barely got one knock in before the door swung wide open and before him was a very angry looking Kristen.

“I swear Angel do that to me again and I’ll-“

Her voice trailed off. Phil could probably take a good guess as to the reason why. He sheathed his sword and gave her a sad smile, tears welling up in his eyes.

“I know my love. I won’t…”

She started to grab a handkerchief from her pocket but Phil simply pushed the offer to clean his face away. “I’m ok Kristen.” She hesitantly lowered the cloth and he laughed quietly before adding on. “Now may I enter my own home or will I be getting kicked out for the day?”

Honestly the kick to his shin was welcomed and totally deserved. He could see tears in her eyes as she pulled him inside and into a hug.

“Not the time Phil. Me and your son have been worried sick-“

Phil just let her hug him and he looked about the house. “He’s still up?” Gently, he pushed away from Kristen and glanced around more uncomfortably.

“Yes he insisted on staying up till you and Techno returned. I tried to get him to bed but he nearly crawled out the window in his room to go find you so I gave up.”

Phil was immensely glad Kristen had caught him before his boy was snatched up by any beast. He headed into the kitchen carefully, checking for any sign of his son.

“Speaking of Techno…Phil what happened? Where is he? I know you’d never leave someone alone-especially your best friend…”

She entered and Phil tensed, feeling tears bead in his eyes. He wouldn’t break yet. He could tell Kristen when he wasn’t as vulnerable.

“Can you get me some rags, disinfectant and water? I don’t want our son to possibly see me covered in blood.”

The kitchen was silent and the only sound Phil could hear was the sound of his wife sharply inhaling before heading out the room, presumably to get him the things he requested.

He ended up sitting down, pulling out a chair and getting settled at the table. He was exhausted and he just wanted to sleep yet he was on alert. Staying quiet to listen for the loud, careless footsteps of his son just in case the boy figured out he was home.

He’d need to teach him to quiet himself and move less loudly and rambunctiously. It’d get the kid into trouble. Trouble Phil wouldn’t be able to get him out of.

He tapped his boot nervously against the ground. Somehow the thought of his son being in trouble terrified him more than anything the gods could throw at him. And they had thrown that-that beast at him-

Kristen came bustling back into the room and sat parallel to him, placing the medical supplies down in front of him.

“Once your cleaned up I need an explanation Philza Hart Craft.”

‘Fair enough. You know what’s not fair? Having had the ability to save your best friend but failing because you were too lenient-‘ his mind bitterly snarked at him. He just forced himself to take a deep breath.

He began to douse the rag in disinfectant and rub gently at the blood coating a sizable chunk of his face. He made sure to go over the wound gently, not wanting to agitate it.

He knew it would scar. He knew he’d be asked by everyone in Esemtria and Hermitville what happened to his face. Where was Techno.

He didn’t want to share this though. It hurt so much. He didn’t want to tell anyone-no one could know that he failed to save Techno-no one would believe he was capable of keeping anyone safe again-

And that’s what he feared. Because if he couldn’t keep Techno safe, who was to say he wouldn’t be able to keep Kristen safe? To keep his family safe from harm when he already failed to protect his brother in arms-

He hadn’t really noticed he was sobbing and hiccuping until he felt reassuring hands on his shoulders and he just let it all out, letting the blood soaked rag fall to the wood table as he let another ugly cry rip it’s way from his throat.

Kristen stayed there and just listened to him cry. He felt bad for just breaking down. That wasn’t very Phil of him. Usually he could keep it in.

He silently prayed to the gods to avoid making this any worse but he was just a hair too late as the soft, uncharacteristically quiet footsteps could be heard approaching the kitchen.

“Dad, why are you crying?”

He glanced from behind his hands, hiding the wound and blood best he could.

He looked tired and defenseless. The boy began shuffling closer, eyes shining with worry but he was ushered away by Kristen quickly.

“Honey please go to bed now dad’s home now.” Kristen barely let Phil get in a word but he could tell she wouldn’t let Phil convince her it was okay to let the boy stay here.

With a loud sigh, she leaned to look at him. “My angel, are you going to be ok?”

He nodded to her and smiled the same sad smile from earlier. “Hopefully….Kristen I’m…I’m not going to go hunting for monsters or treasure anymore.”

From the look on her face, she looked confused, joyful and sad all at the same time. “Wha-but Phil! You love exploring and searching for that shit!”

She paused a moment before lowering her voice, Phil smirked internally. Swearing was not something they’d be teaching him for a long time.1

“I would love if you stopped but I know you love doing it-so-so if your doing it for me-“

“-I’m doing it for our son.”

The silence that filled the room was light, comforting-like he’d shaken a weight he no longer needed nor wanted.

He gave Kristen a reassuring look.

“I’m doing this for the sake of our family. You see what has happened to me-I’m a walking scar collector-not to mention I miss out on spending time with the two of you…and I want to spend as much time as possible with the both of you before the gods decide it is our time.”

He turned so his whole body was facing her.

“I will not let any more lives be lost based on stupid adventures and treasure hunting. I’m…I’m a changed man….I want to be there for you-for our son-for the whole of Esemptria and beyond.”

Phil looked into Kirsten’s eyes and saw understanding and sympathy. Neither needed to exchange anymore words as he stood up and pulled her into another embrace.

“I’m going to go say goodnight to our little brat and then go send a quick prayer to the gods.”

She nodded. “I’ll be most likely asleep when you get to bed. I’m tired after worrying for you all night.” Although it was meant as a tease, Phil couldn’t help but feel horribly guilty.

He made his wife worry so much if made her feel physically tired. What good husband did that?

She had already headed away, leaving the blond to stand in the kitchen alone. He sighed before slowly walking towards his son’s room. He hoped that he was asleep. Then he could avoid mentioning anything about the whereabouts of Techno.

The kid always was curious about Techno’s adventures-he was probably more interested in treasure hunting and monster hunting more than anything.

He walked to his door and gently knocked, gently pushing open the door to see the boy blinking at him owlishly.

Curse the gods-

“Dad, why were you crying and-and why is there a scary thing across your face?” The boy got up out of his bed and ran to Phil. He crouched down and scooped him up in his arms.

“I just had some dust in my eyes. And this thing?”

He pointed to the cut running jagged along his face.

“It’s just an oopsie that I got when I was in the woods today.”

He forced a smile as he carried him to his bed.

“Now can you promise me some things? It’s important, ok?”

His eyes stared into his and he nodded his head in understanding, giving Phil the silent ok to keep going.

“Promise me you won’t be reckless and dangerous like I am ok? And I don’t want you around anymore hybrids unless Kristen or I are with you.”

His son didn’t seem pleased by this news.

“B-But-But what about Miss Puffy and-and Mister Sam and-“

“Honeydew you have other people you can go too for help.” They were certainly not the only people that could protect his son….but they were the ones he somewhat trusted and knew-

Still. What if they could become monsters and hurt his family? He…He’d make an exception for them and no one else.

“I’ll let you go to them if you need anything but otherwis-“

“But what about Uncle Grian!?!”

Right. The whole of Hermitville. His face became strained but he just kept a soft smile as he settled his son into his bed.

“And any of the Hermi-“

“But what abo-“

Phil gave up he could just monitor him all day since he was never going to hunt for shit ever again-

“Ok fine you can talk to any hybrid you like-so long as they don’t make fun of you or hurt you ever.”

His son grinned bright and wide and hugged Phil rib crushingly tight. He laughed and hugged him back, running a hand through his hair gently.

“Now can you please go to sleep honey?” He softly asked, gently pulling away from him and grabbing a blanket for him.

The boy eagerly grabbed the blanket and crawled under the covers of his bed. Once nestled in, Phil tucked the blanket under his son before gently kissing him on the head.

“Good. Get some rest now…”

The child huffed a little before closing his eyes and nestling more into the blanket. Phil smiled softly before sighing as he walked out of the room, gently closing the door.

Once that was done he headed to the backyard and kneeled down in front of a stump. He closed his eyes and clamped his hands together, bowing his head towards the rising sun.

“Please gods, please keep my son and wife safe. Safe from harm. I will do anything that you will ask. Any quest-any mission-I will accomplish it if you keep my family safe.”

Phil kept praying as long as he could, hoping for a sign that they heard him. It wasn’t until Kristen had gotten tired and worried about where he was. Phil had startled and tensed a bit but relaxed as he murmured an apology to her.

He headed back inside as he entered Kristen’s and his room, kicking off his shoes quickly before removing his sword hilt.

He removed the sword and opened up his closet before hanging the sword up, looking in his reflection.

He felt different. More than just physically. He brought a hand up to his shoulder, lifting up the sleeve before running his hand along the scar left by Techno’s and his first encounter.

He loved that day, even if he hadn’t known it then. A warm smile fell upon his face before he grabbed an emerald from his pocket, running a thumb across its edges.

He’d take it to a jeweler. It wouldn’t replace the missing other half but it would be closer to him. Close. Close enough to remind him of the life he let be lost.

His fingers closed around the stone and he held his close as he walked to his bed and laid in it, closing his eyes and forcing himself to fall asleep, grip on the gem tightening.

Tomorrow.

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"Hey, as long as you don't hear any yelling then everything is good." Poppy was sure they'd both be hearing her mum yelling at the poor soul who ticked her off be it by saying something or doing something that didn't make her mum happy. "Though let's not get too relaxed yet. My mum hasn't tasted the food." That was the real test to see if her mum could keep her chill if there was a problem with it. Though she'd focus on the food and put Lily in a highchair which was next to Scarlett.

"Hi Nana Scarlett. It's nice to see you again. I get to be a real princess now." Lily was really excited she was going to be a princess now and had run out of people to tell it to. That, and she told her Grandmum everything when they met. The young opossum would then giggle at getting a kiss on her cheek which she returned.

"So good to see one of my granddaughters. Though you've always been a princess to me." Scarlett would smile warmly at Lily before turning her attention to the appetizers. Everyone who had been talking silenced and all focused-on Scarlett. The feline would then start to eat, and a moment later they would all follow and continue their various conversations.

"My mum is really going to extra mile in keeping calm about the fact she wasn't the one making the food. Normally she'll spend a few minutes sniffing it and checking it all over." Poppy would whisper to Blaze. The opossum could at least say tonight would be chill, though was sure breakfast was going to be a warzone.

"So, Blaze," Bella said to draw Blaze's attention as she sat left of her. "Since I'm here I hope it'd be alright if I am my sister's bodyguard. I don't doubt any of your soldier's abilities, though I personally want to do it." The feline was sure Sol had plenty of fine knights and warriors, though it would just mean a lot.

"I was actually hoping you'd focus more on keeping Lily safe than me as she finds a lot of the guards kinda scary. We both know I can also defend myself pretty well, and I'm sure me and Blaze can thrash anyone if we need to. Though you also have a say in this Blaze," Poppy said, holding Blaze's hand. They may have only gotten engaged the other day and didn't even have a wedding day picked out, though she did have a say so.

Blaze could only smile at Lilly, as she melted her heart in ways she hadn't experienced before now. She might never know what it means to be a real mother, to have her own child as that was just not her destiny. But having Lilly around, being able to be her mother was a treasure each and every day. She was so happy she accepted her and would try not to spoiler her to much. Yet watching her excited to see her grandmother was just as precious.

Her eyes went to Poppy and her delighted smile crossed her face to show how much she adored that little girl. She did agree on one thing she could use a day of rest, not that she'd get one. But at least Poppy could relax for a time after today. Would be a time enough for stress once they started planning for the wedding.

" As i said i'll handle the captain... just enjoy your time with your family ..."

She reiterated as she gave Gardon a little bow of her head as a farewell and he returned her gesture with one of his own.

" Take care Lilly, i'll see you later today i'm sure "

He'd wave to the little girl and to Blaze to before returning to his work. He had much to catch up on and little time to do the catching up! Another day in the castle he supposed!

Thankfully the trip back wasn't a long one. By now appetizers were being set out to tide the family over till the main meal could be brought out. But the kitchen wasn't burning down, and that was a relief to Blaze. Which meant at least scarlett chose peace over violence!

" I know this is odd coming from me but... well nothing is on fire... that's good right? "

She offered Poppy a warm smile and they were bringing something for the others to snack on so, also a good sign.

" See, worrying over nothing "

[digitaltariq]

Dwayne Johnson Talks Reteaming with Emily Blunt for Potential Jungle Cruise 2

Abstract - Dwayne Johnson is all the way down to make a Jungle Cruise sequel sooner or later. - Johnson and his Jungle Cruise co-star, Emily Blunt, will work collectively once more within the MMA biopic titled The Smashing Machine. - Johnson and Blunt focus on The Rock's try and woo the actress to take their Jungle Cruise, which fared pretty effectively on the field workplace in 2021 regardless of the COVID-19 pandemic. Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson and Emily Blunt are becoming a member of forces once more, however not for Jungle Cruise 2... not less than, not but. Whereas attending the 96th Academy Awards, Johnson revealed that he shall be working along with his Jungle Cruise co-star on an MMA-related biopic, The Smashing Recreation, subsequent. Nevertheless, Johnson want to see Frank Wolff, aka Francisco Lopez de Heredia, set sail once more with Dr. Lily Houghton. Johnson responded to a query about making a follow-up to the 2021 Disney movie in an interview with Variety: Probably. Down the road, yeah, I’d wanna do it. Possibly, we’ll see. When Johnson was requested about teaming up once more along with his Jungle Cruise co-star for The Smashing Machine, the actor stated in the identical interview: “I can’t wait. We’re taking pictures The Smashing Machine. Benny Safdie is writing and directing it. It’s a biopic about one of many godfathers of MMA who struggled with dependancy. He struggled with love, he struggled with success, struggled with loss. And Emily, one among my greatest buddies, and one of many biggest actresses ever, is clearly nominated tonight. I’m very comfortable for her and all her ‘Oppenhomies.' And, it’s with A24 and we’ll shoot that subsequent. I can’t wait." Johnson added: “It’s a lot completely different than what we did with ‘Jungle Cruise,’ however I received to let you know there isn't a larger accomplice in our trade than Emily who I'd wish to have to tear this factor open. So, , she was filming with Benny Safdie on Oppenheimer just a few years in the past, and so they have been speaking about The Smashing Machine, we have been speaking about it again then. So, this can be a very long time coming, man.”

Dwayne Johnson Needed to Persuade Emily Blunt to Take Their Jungle Cruise

Producer Hiram Garcia stated Jungle Cruise 2 could be a worldwide journey, however almost three years after the unique movie hit theaters, the sequel’s ship has but to set sail. And whereas selling the Disney flick again in 2021, Dwayne Johnson revealed that his inventive and charming methods of making an attempt to woo Emily Blunt — The Rock shot a video for the actress to observe — to hitch the big-screen journey have been “ghosted.” Johnson stated in an interview with The Hollywood Reporter: “I had all the time admired her as an actor, but in addition after I would watch her on speak exhibits, she had this persona that was effervescent, that was cool and really, very charming I will need to have shot it about 5 - 6 occasions as a result of I had not communicated with Emily but. I had not even met her. And I needed to let her know by way of this video simply how necessary she was to this film and the way I solely needed her on this film. And it was nice. And I… I really by no means heard once more from Emily. Didn’t reply in any respect. Simply ghosted me.” Associated 8 Issues You Did not Know Concerning the Solid of Jungle Cruise The forged of Disney's Jungle Cruise have led very fascinating lives. Listed here are issues you might not know concerning the famed actors. Whereas the performing duo was doing press collectively, Johnson and Blunt's chemistry and humorousness clearly shined by. And Blunt hilariously addressed the video Johnson made to try to persuade the actress to hitch him on their eventual Jungle Cruise. Blunt stated in an interview that she did with Johnson for Lorraine: “Hear, I didn’t need you to know that I used to be in at that time, okay? I used to be taking part in that recreation: somewhat cat and mouse. However no, it was essentially the most touching video. It was stunning, completely stunning. It was an overture. I felt very flattered after which somewhat bit scared for my life, as a result of it was stalkerish .” Johnson and Blunt's team-up led to Jungle Cruise making $221 million worldwide in a field workplace local weather nonetheless reeling from the COVID-19 pandemic. And although a Jungle Cruise sequel was introduced again in 2021 , on the time of this writing, there’s not an official launch date hooked up to the undertaking. Read the full article

[simthorium]

Coriana was absolutely obsessed with her daughter Lily. After much arguing with Nick, the family was finally able to move into a house in Midtown. She knew it was the right thing to do; raising two kids in a small apartment was not viable, and Coriana was glad to be in a space they could call their own.  

Nick and Gavin spent most of their time in the basement, which Nick had promptly turned into a “man cave.” Coriana would’ve preferred her husband tend to their infant daughter, but she knew his son needed a lot of attention too. It was all a lot for Gavin to still get used to, but Coriana couldn’t help but feel like Nick wasn’t pulling his weight with their new kid.

“Dad, look!” Gavin shouted excitedly. “High score!” “Hell yeah, man!” Nick said, clapping for his son at the arcade game. “This house rules,” said Gavin. “I’m glad we moved here and have this space all to ourselves. No girls allowed, right?” “Me too buddy,” said Nick. “And yeah, this is all for you and me!”

Later on that night, Coriana asked Nick to prepare dinner, too exhausted from work and busy with Lily to do so. Nick did as he always did; made an exaggerated sigh and pouted as he made dinner. “Oh, hell,” he groaned, a black puff of smoke clouding the pot on the stove. “Babe, looks like we’re having blackened spaghetti tonight!”

“Nick, really?” Coriana asked when Nick served plates of burnt spaghetti. “I’m sorry, babe,” he said with a shrug. “That’s why you should cook dinner! I always mess it up. It’s so much better when you do it.” “Yeah, I agree,” said Gavin. “This taste like trash!” Gavin scooped up a handful of his dinner and flung it at Coriana.

It splattered on her shirt, getting everywhere. “Gavin!” Coriana exclaimed. “We do not throw food at the table! We don’t throw anything at anyone, ever!” “What if I’m playing baseball?” Gavin asked with a laugh.

“This isn’t a joke!” Coriana said.  “Baseball is a good exception, though,” Nick laughed. “Or basketball,” said Gavin. “Football.” “Any sport except soccer, I guess.” “Well, that’s taking it way too far,” Nick said. “HELLO!” Coriana shouted. “Can we please focus on the topic at hand here? Nick, please tell Gavin that it’s inappropriate and rude to throw food at me!”

“Ok, ok,” Nick grumbled, turning to his son. “Hey kid, that was wrong, you know that huh?” Gavin nodded somberly. “Yeah, I guess,” he muttered. “Don’t do it again.” “OK,” Gavin said with a smile as he began digging back into his burnt spaghetti. “See?” Nick said to Coriana. “We have an understanding.”

Coriana could not be bothered to unpack this entire evening. She got up without speaking and headed upstairs, grabbing Lily from her crib for her birthday celebration. Despite holding the baby, she carried the cake to the table and lit the candles herself, blowing them out to celebrate Lily’s birthday.

Lily grew up into a cute toddler, looking much like Coriana. She smiled at her daughter, ecstatic to see her grow a little older. And while she wouldn’t say it aloud, Coriana was also happy that her child looked like her and not like her husband.

[timelostobserver]

"I was more focused on ensuring Astra was satiated over myself." He shrugged his shoulders, hands held out lightly albeit in a more comical fashion. No surprise in the slightest with the fact he was still hungry. Naturally he looked after her first, and save himself for later. And he knew exactly what he was doing.

"I agree, a much needed vacation before we head back and show the slayers what for." He nodded his head at this, finger tapping his lips in thought. Now him and Astra could fully focus on eliminating the demon slayers. No longer with the weight of their family barreling down on them. And time to relax, to focus on getting the lily formulae finished so the slayers no longer could use the sun as their weapon.

He did theorize that if that was the case, then their beloved blades would no longer work too.

"If we plan to stay here a bit longer, perhaps we can set up a small lab to get some work done as well. Less harassment should make for a much calmer atmosphere for us to focus." He was more than happy to help Muzan with not just work on the blue spider lily, but other experiments.

Hades was a scientist at the end of it, and was quite enjoying learning more from Muzan than he ever could from a human professor. Funny how that was.

"Happily." He smiled, a kindly one to a demon, but a vicious, hungry one to humans.

"Indeed, the downtown is where a majority of the nightlife collects. From gambling parlors, to showrooms, humans here love their music, fine dining and alcohol. Also.." His smile widened.

"Plenty of dark booths, corners and the like to easily drag people into to devour. And sometimes places get so loud that no one can even hear a scream or gunshot over them." That was one thing that set America apart from the nightlife of Japan.

How loud it was.. Rowdy, even.

"Most people won't even bat an eye if you drag someone off to the back. It's almost hilarious. They'll assume a deal went bad, or someones too drunk. People loooveee staying up till the crack of dawn here." He giggled before looking to Astra, resting a hand on her shoulder. A small telling before he gently wrapped her in a hug.

"Go get some sleep, alright? You did great tonight!" He even gave her a light tussle of the hair.

"And don't worry about us, we'll be back soon." Before looking to Muzan and Kokushibo.

"Wonderful, well.. I'll lead the way. There's one showroom bar that's pretty packed this time of night, and it's next to the downtown theater."

[ ― It was reassuring that rewinding time was an option. But the thing was -- Atreus would remember it and she didn't like the idea of him thinking she was a mindless beast who would eat whoever stepped in front of her. Especially if it were him. Why were they cursed to smell so good to demons? It was almost as if she could get drunk off it easily, just knowing that. And her meal that night was full of them.

It felt as if she were walking on air.

No tiredness.

The only worry being the problem with Atreus, but no more than that.

She nudged him with her elbow. ❝Y'know, Hades, you're a wonderful brother. I love you.❞ Astra preferred to have her actions say that, but when they couldn't she didn't mind telling whoever she cared for what they needed to hear. ❝I appreciate you a lot.❞

They'd been together through everything, really. She knew a lot of people disliked their siblings, hated them and never spoke to them in a kind way. She couldn't understand that at all -- well, she could, but at the same time...

❝Then we'll have to test that out. I don't think demons can get addicted, right? So it wouldn't be too much of an issue.❞ He looked... hungry. They more worried about her, in that trip. Though she knew if she smelled blood again it was as good as over. He could go out upon return with Muzan or Kokushibo and not have to worry about corralling a wild demon. ― ]

[ ― ❝I see. And with demon slayers here, there's no one to know exactly what makes noise in the dark night.❞ He conspicuously flipped one of the pages before folding the paper away, placing it on the table without looking at it a moment more. ❝And you're still hungry. I do hope you've left enough for yourself.❞ Though there was no small amount of amusement in his eyes, or in the edges of his mouth -- that was currently curling into a very small smile.

❝We've had a very hard time over the past few years. Consider this a type of vacation, at least until I can finish the blue spider lily solution. Until then this is as close to peaceful as we're going to get -- even with a new demon loose.❞ It was almost funny to him. He would rather deal with a new demon rather than demon slayers. And it seemed as if Astra had some decent amount of mind and control. She, like Hades, was an anomaly.

❝I... have not.❞ Muzan's tone was conversational. ❝If you like... we could go together. I always wanted to see what it was like, here, and lately I haven't gotten to spend very much time exploring.❞

❝Aa. I, too, would... like to go.❞

❝I do think she has enough control to stay the night in her room, especially if she sleeps. This shouldn't be too big of a problem. Though I'd rather stay away from the docks, if you don't mind. Maybe somewhere else -- is there anything out there open this late?❞ He wanted to go directly to the source, to see the nightlife. America was supposed to have strange hours. People worked more. It was... intriguing to him.

But an outing was in order. ― ]