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âšââĄâ⥠cowboy!rafe always snuck into farmer's!daughter!reader's room to give her a goodnight kiss.. but what happens when their innocent little kiss turns into something much more?
warnings: sweet fluff, flirty banter, brief flashback, daddy kink lol, sneaking around, unprotected sex, dirty talk, rafe covering your mouth, crying, overstimulation
a/n: iâll be opening reqâs soon! lately here iâve been wanting to get out some of my own prompts since over half of my works are all reqâs.. but iâm excited to see what you girlies send me! find more of farmerâs!daughter!reader and cowboy!rafe here <3
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âopen up, doll face.â you sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as rafe lightly tapped on your window. he made you so giddy, you scrambled up from the warmth of your sheets, unlocking the hatch before helping him climb in. âi thought you werenât coming..â you whispered, pouting up at him as he snickered. âyâgotta have faith in me, sweetheart. when have i missed a goodnightâs kiss?â rafe cupped your face, both of you smiling against each otherâs lips before melting into one another.
you always felt so warm and fuzzy inside when you and rafe got to share your secret little moments together, the simplicity of just being together without having to worry about someone catching you two made both of your hearts swell. rafe knew how to sweep you off your feet with a single kiss, a string of giggles tumbling from your mouth as he not-so-quietly threw you onto your bed. ârafe!â you scolded him, your heart beating in your ears as he slotted himself between your thighs.
âmy daddy is next door! what if he hears..â you slapped his chest playfully, the man above you arching a brow. âdaddy? i thought i was your daddy.â your cheeks heated in embarrassment when you recalled the quickie you two had in the barn not too long ago. rafe had you bent over a hay bale, his thrusts making you unable to speak until he asked you the golden question.
âhmmph! fuckinâ say it. tell me what i wanna hear, whoâs your fuckinâ daddy?â
taking your bottom lip between your teeth, rafe smiled as he shook his head down at you. âyou just thought about it, didnât you?â snapping you out of your flashback daze, you laughed when he leaned down and pressed a wet kiss to the column of your throat. he smelled like soap, the slight stubble on his cheeks tickling your skin. as if your hips had a mind of their own, you grinded your clothed cunt against rafeâs thigh, a whimper leaving your lips at the lack of friction.
âhey,â rafe cupped your tits through your flimsy night top, âyou thought i wasnât coming tonight, right? thatâs what you said.â your eyebrows knitted in confusion before a gasp slipped from your mouth. âyes..â rafe trailed a hand underneath the waistband of your sleep shorts. âso why donât you have any panties on?â you froze, eyes flickering down to where rafe ran a finger between your folds. keening, you couldnât help the moan from leaving your lips.
rafe stared at you for a moment, his eyes growing dark as he clamped a hand over your mouth. âiâve been thinking about this pussy all day. âthink you can stay quiet for me?â of course you couldnât.. and rafe knew that. you stared at him with wide eyes, butterflies fluttering in your tummy when he took himself out of his pants. âi mean it. we donât want your old man chasing me down with that shotgun of his, now do we?â you shook your head, your eyes fluttering shut when you felt the head of his cock prod at your entrance.
you shrieked, his hips rolling into yours as he slowly bottomed out inside your cunt. if it wasnât for rafeâs hand muffling your scream youâre sure both of you would be in deep trouble right now. rafe rested his head on your pillow, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he started thrusting. feeling his weight on top of you like this had easily become your favorite thing, the closeness of it all made your heart sing. âfuck, i could never get used to this.. âfeels like the first time all the time.â he grunted.
you held onto his wrist, your thighs hugging his waist as he kissed the side of your face. âtaking me so fuckinâ good, you were made for me, yeah?â you whined, your eyes watering as rafe continuously hit that soft spot inside of you. your headboard started hitting the wall, a smirk gracing your boyfriendâs features. ârafe!â you whispered, tearing his hand away from your face. âs-slow down!â you attempted to push him away while simultaneously trying to keep your noises to yourself.
rafe picked up his pace, wrapping a hand around your throat. âcanât..â you shook your head, your chest rising and falling as the knocking of your headboard only got louder. rafe cursed under his breath when you cried out, working fast to get you turned over so he could push your head into the pillows. âwhat did i tell you?!â he scolded, landing a smack to your ass. you didnât have any time to react to the stinging sensation on your backside, your orgasm washing over you once rafe started stroking your clit.
you fisted the sheets underneath you, biting down on your lip as white hot pleasure blinded your vision. rafe made no attempt to soothe you, instead he wrapped your hair around his fist, pulling you up as he nipped at the sensitive skin in the curve of your neck. âsweetheart?â you gasped when your fatherâs voice sounded from the other side of your bedroom door. you cleared your throat, frozen in place as your door knob rattled. âanswer him.â rafe spoke in your ear, his tone sending a shiver down your spine.
âwhat?!â you stammered, heavy tears rolling down your cheeks as rafe continued to rub hard circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. âanswer him or iâll make you scream.â you wanted to shoot a sassy âyou already didâ, but you didnât dare chance it. your chin wobbled, your mouth falling open in a silent moan. ây-yes?!â you called out, glaring at rafe over your shoulder when the sound of his hips slamming into you bounced off of the walls. âyou alright in there?â you bit the back of your hand, your head falling weakly.
âis this a girl thing or somethinâ, should i call your aunt?â your cheeks heated, a chuckle sounding from the man behind you. âno! iâm o-okay!â rafe pulled your hair again, his lips close to your ear as he whispered the dirtiest things youâve ever heard. âwhat would your pops think, huh? catching his perfect little angel getting fucked like this..â your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your knees slipping out from under you when rafe pushed you flat on your sheets.
âalright.. goodnight!â you ignored your fatherâs voice, the only thing your brain allowing you to process was rafe cumming inside of you, his fingers digging harshly into the flesh of your hips. âshittt,â he hissed, âson of aâ fuck!â it was his turn to cover his mouth, his muscles constricting as you practically milked him for all he had. you reveled in the feeling of his hot cum filling you up, the thick ropes still connecting you two even after he pulled out.
you sighed, both you and rafe panting in the small space that was your room. âyou okay, doll?â rafe kneeled down at your side, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your lips. blinking at him, you nodded before pulling him next to you. âitâs really late..â you yawned, glancing at the little clock on your bedside table. âi know.â rafe grumbled. there was nothing he hated more than having to leave you like this. wrapping his arms around your waist, rafe waited until you fell asleep slipping out of your window again.
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The Stark Hyperspace War arc is so good I've gotta reread some Star Wars 1998/republic arcs
#yes it's gay but the entire framing storyyyy#the jedi adventure of it all#(it's a fun âjedi-positiveâ story lol)#anyway yeah it's up there in my favorite arcs list#along with hunt for aurra sing#rite of passage and the new face of war#also whatever that gayass republic 69-71 arc is called#and the siege of selucami#however you write that#there's other individual issues i love but that's that in terms of 2+ issue arcs#i need to reread outlander emissaries to malastre darkness jabiim and the order 66 arc to reconsider them#i like those i just don't remember them enough#i still don't have much interest in revisiting twilight and the khaleen & quin issues#and the build-up for dark times issues#and i hate prelude to rebellion because. ki-adi-mundi.#sorry for ranting about star wars comics in the tags it happened much more before
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I think on the joy of storytelling. I genuinely don't know who I'd be, or how I'd get through my life, without it. It is basically the essence of existence. Imagine that we get to spend time on Earth and do this no matter where or when we are.
#the poem that's like 'in the dark times will there be singing? yes / about the dark times' is half-right#'maladaptive daydreaming' okay put down the phone.#my daydreams have literally inspired me to live a better life lol
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cielo !! im sorry you had a bad day, i hope it gets better soon. weâre all cheering you on !âŁď¸
the other day i took a pic of this young stag as he was feasting on apples from a fallen tree. he was so beautiful and surprisingly gentle, it almost made me cry just admiring him i saw a man so beautiful i almost started crying?
somethin somethin.. finding the will to keep going ! life is still full of wonder if you keep your head up 𼰠sending you lots of love and good vibes â¨
friend this is beautiful đĽşđ
oh to be a beautiful wild stag eating apples from a felled tree with a set of lovely, large arching antlers atop my noble head.
this is an incredible picture!! and an incredible moment you had!! i donât blame you for tearing up!!
i really appreciate you sharing this photo and moment with me!! đ it makes me so âšď¸đ in the best way like my heart is full!!
and you are rightâlife IS full of wonder even when itâs hard. and i am nothing if not a stubborn scrappy fighter!! i have much fury for this life yet, donât you worry.
and i appreciate your support!! your love and well wishes!! i am sending them right back at you đđ
i hope you see many more gentle and lovely stags in your future đ
#honestly this is so touching#bro life is beautiful!!!#even under capitalist hellscape!!!#whereâs that brecht quote#âwill there be singing in the dark times?â#âyes there will be singing. about the dark timesâ#anyways friend thank you so much!!!#đđđđ#cielo chats!
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WONDER BOY'S AKUMU CLUB - Yojiro Noda
#wonder boy's akumu club#éç°ć´ćŹĄé#yojiro noda#éłćĽ˝#HELLO !#do you have a moment to talk about thee number one album of the year?#i don't really know how to distill all of my thoughts & feelings into the tags here#there's just so muchđ#all i know for certain is i feel like i'm traveling at the speed of light ! so fucking giddy đđ#and i think i wanna spend some more time with the album before i reallllly get into it#so just a few things i'm loving at the moment#first off pipe dream ?!?! HOLY SHIT#i really was not expecting a song rooted in soul#the flair ! the magnitude ! i literally threw my hands into the air when it started playing & then again at the 2:00 mark#i'm partial to last love letter but i think this one is my fav out of all the new songs#also love the way he sings in holy day holy#ăăăă
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ă ďź#it feels light-hearted & happy#only to be juxtaposed with sheeta which has its own lightness (as if you're floating !)#but the lyrics & distorted sounds & low register right up until the chorus create this ever-present darkness too#sooo good ! one of my other favs#waltz of karma into bitter blues đ¤ i could listen to that transition all day#the flow of stress me (shout out yuzuru hanyu) & peace yes#the beats go SO HARD in those songs i can only imagine them in the club -- the 27th is gonna be fucking awesome#andddd we finally have the full versions of hyper toy & katatoki !#(perhaps i shall say more about them after i gif the katatoki teaser video đ)#i'm kinda in awe of how he pieced together all of these sounds & various styles of music#played around with & incorporated the beats into the songs#to make something that feels not only cohesive but original & wholly different from radwimps or illion#THIS is yojiro noda đĽđ
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Okay now that Iâm more normal, this fic was so thrilling! Going through the mountain pass I was holding my breath too! The feeling of dread just building up until The Splashes just -chef kiss-!! Loved everything about this and I cannot wait to see pt 2! đ
The Obsidian Pearl (I)
â pairing: mermaid seokjin x (f) reader â word count: 7.2k â warnings: yandere, descriptions of death/blood/violence â summary: Sailing through The Dead Manâs Passage is a death sentence and the whole crew knows it. But with the shipâs stocks dwindling fast, your captain is left with no other choice. When a haunting melody makes the crew jump ship one by one, you find yourself alone with the demon lurking in the murky red water. As the creature beckons you to jump into the icy ocean â âcome to me, petâ â you find that you canât do anything but obey.
âCaptain, this is a bad idea.â
A hush falls over the deck, a few whispers being passed back and forth between the crew as they watch you challenge the captainâs decision. Thereâs an audible gulp somewhere behind you as the captain pins you with a hard gaze, his jaw clenched tight with annoyance.
He taps the map thatâs spread out in front of him, voice leaving no room for argument as he says, âThis is the fastest route.â
âThat may be, Captain, but itâs not worth the risk. Havenât you heard the stories? The numerous crews that have gone missing after sailing in this area? Thereâs a reason itâs called The Dead Manâs passage!â
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#my apologies for who Iâm about to become in the tags#OHHHHHHHHH MY GODDDDDDDD THE WAY I FUCKIN JUMPED WHEN I SAW THIS FIC I GOT SO EXCITED#I HAVENT BEEN ON TUMBLR IN A LONG TIME AND I COME BACK TO THIS BEAUTIFUL HAUNTING JIN SIREN FIC THANK YOU BLESS YOU#HE CAN TALK???????#HE CAN TALK!!!!!!!!!!#ITS SO SCARY BC HE SEEMS MORE ADVANCED THAN JUNGKOOK SO BOT ONLY CAN HE SPEAK FULL ON SENTENCES HIS FUCKIN COGNITION IS OFF THE CHARTS#WHATS SCARIER THAN A MYTHICAL PREDATOR A MYTHICAL PREDATOR THAT CSN SPEAK YOUR LANGUAGE#IT DOESNT LOOK GOOD FOR MC SWEETIE IM SO SORRY#LIKE FOR ONE I LOVE THAT HE CAN TALK BC IT JUST MAKES HIM ALL THE MORE SINISTER BC HE CSN COMMUNICATE JUST HOW LITTLE HE CARES ABOUT HUMANS#POOR MC IS UPSET AS SHE SHOULD BE THO I ALSO GER THAT TO SEOKJIN HUMANS ARE A PART OF THE FOOD CHAIN HE DOES NOT CARE#THE FACT THAT HE SCARES PPL MC INCLUDED ENTERTAINS HIM SO. IM JUST SAYING I SEE THE VISION JINS PERFECT#hIS LONG HAIR TOO???? LIKE TO PICTURE THAT HEAD RISING FROM THE BLOODY WATERS IS SO CHILLING!!!#UNHINGES HIS JAW LIKE A FUCKIN SHOVEL THE HORROR!!! (I love this)#i am curious too as to why mc could resist as long unless sheâs just THAT GIRL!! which also makes sense to me bc shes great#she took the fall for the young boatswain like đĽşđ˘ WHY COULDNT HER CAPTAIN JUST ASSIGN TWO PPL DAMN!!!#oh which reminds me the part where the captain looks back at mc in terror before the spell takes him over for good was chef kiss#i LIVE for that stuff#like how do I communicate that Iâm so excited to read what happens tho for mc SHES GONNA NEED TO BUCKLE UP#BC IK HOW TCS ENDS IM NOT LETTING SEOKJINS COMMENT ABOUT HER THIGHS SLIDE!!!! YOU CANT FOOL ME SEOKJIN!!!!! did he mean as food yes BUT!!#my eyes are OPEN Iâm WATCHING YOU SEOKJIN!!#seriously tho this fic is amazing and Iâm so excited to see what happens next!! like this is a dark yandere fic and itâs so chilling I love!#thank you for this fic I hope you have a wonderful day this has given me like a hundred doses of serotonin THANK YOU!!!!#I mean TO BE FAIR IF I HEARD SEOKJIN SINGING I WOULD STAND NO CHANCE LOL MC IS BUILT DIFFERENT NOW THAT I THINK OF IT#seokjins probably the most powerful of the siblingsâŚmost deaDLY TOO RIP#THIS WAS AMAZING THANK YOU AGAIN!!!!!#now I need to reread tcs AND op I LOVE THIS!!!
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Running Orders // Lena Khalid Tuffaha
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FUNNIEST fucking shit that comes with making Danny eleven years old when he had his accident in "late at night, when the nightingale sings" is the implication following, that everything that happened in the show did too. And I fully intend on (mostly) keeping it like that. There'll be some changes (of which I need to figure out) but for the most part??? Yeah relatively the same.
Like I FULLY intend on keeping Dark Danny occurring 6 months post accident. Do you know how fucking HILARIOUS that is??? That Dan got his ass kicked by a goddamn FIFTH-SIXTH GRADER?? I'd never show my face ever again. Homeboy spent the last ten years being a one-man mass extinction event, only to get his ass beat by a kid who hasn't even lost his last baby tooth. That's hysterical. I'm losing my mind just thinking about it.
AND PARIAH DARK TOO. Imagine being an eons old tyrant capable of dragging whole towns down into your dimension, and you get singehandedly shoved back into your coffin in less than 48 hours by a kid whose bedtime is still 8:30. You didn't even have the time to expand your army! You were still trying to take over the city the kid came from!
And he just!!! Shoves you back in!! Insane! This kid hasn't even been dead for a full year yet! He's still growing in his ghost fangs! And he just knocked you flat on your ass in an oversized mech suit. What the fuck! It's like looking down and seeing a four week old kitten meowing very indignantly at you and trying to bite your feet, except that kitten is also actually a black-footed cat and they have a 60% kill success rate, and oops! Now you're dead. You took too long laughing at the kitten trying to attack you that it clawed up your pant leg and ripped out your throat.
COULD I, realistically, span these episodes out over the course of 2.5 years prior to Danny's family dying?? Yes I could! Do I think it's hilarious (and horribly traumatizing, which makes it twice as fun) to shove all of this into the span of (roughly) a year instead?? Yes. Because the show has such a skewed timeline that I've always just assumed that at the end of the show, Danny was starting his sophomore year in high school. So fuck it, lets go for it!
#dpxdc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc#dpxdc crossover#dp x dc crossover#blood blossom au#my fic#danny fenton#danny phantom#if i REALLY want to get into it i'll have to look at the show's episode synopsis and pick and choose which episodes happen when in the year#maybe pull a scarlet lady and have some of the season 1 episodes happen further down the line instead. but i can do that later. for now#come laugh with me at the mental image of teeny 11 year old danny curbstomping ghosts twice is size and thrice his weight.#bruce is watching old footage from the phantom fights in amity and going 'HNN' in increasing concern. he's got his hands folded and his#chin in his hands and he's going (ಠ_ಠ) with his face and he has SO many questions and concerns. for many. many different reasons#first of all he's incredibly upset that danny had to go through this at all in the first place. like no kid should've gone thru this alone#but he. is also. very very softly. going *'what the fuck...'*
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Independent
~10.6k words
From me: I know it's a long one, but it's a one-shot.
Warnings: angst, fluff. I've got about a thousand tropes in this one. Coworker Harry, Roommate Harry, love at first sight, he falls first and harder, one bed if you squint.
Summary: âGo on a date with me,â he groaned.
âBecause of the cookies?â
âNo! Well, yes. Right now, yes, because of the cookies. But sânot usually because of cookies.â
She laughed. âI donât date, Harry.â
Harry was tall, with soft brown locks that begged to have fingers run through them, and cool green eyes that reminded her of the sage green bridesmaidâs dress she wore to one of her friendsâ weddings the year before. He wore a dark purple button down with sleeves rolled up revealing a bunch of tattoos on his left arm but only a few on the right. His voice was melodic. Smooth, like he was going to sing her a lullaby and warm like it could toast a marshmallow.
Her group chat with a couple of her office friends had been buzzing the moment Harry took residence at the desk across the aisle and one row ahead of her.
Holy fuck. Val texted. Office eye candy đ
Do you hear that thundering sound? Thatâs my heart đ Rachel continued.
She smirked at the desks, shaking her head.
Donât shake your head. Say something! At least youâre single, you have a chance! Val sent the messages in quick succession, making her desk partner, Hunter, look at her curiously each time it vibrated.
âDo you have an emergency?â He asked her.
She shook her head. âNope,â she smiled. âNot at all.â
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Harry met her and asked her out on the very first day he started his new job. They both worked in an office. Their desks only a short distance apart while they worked together. He assumed there were no rules against dating as there were several married couples within the office as he quickly found out from the shared last names and wedding photos of his coworkers lining one anotherâs desks.
It seemed, as long as it didnât interfere with their work, there was no issue.
Which was fine by Harry.
He was happy to ogle her all day long and he would spoil her rotten outside of work. âHi, mâHarry,â Harry took his opportunity to introduce himself when everyone else left for their lunch hour and she was finishing something up. Leaving them alone in the office. Harry analyzed her desk as quickly as he could.
Their office was wide open with desks back-to-back nearly identical on either side with a long aisle leading to the office of their boss at the back of the room. Her desk faced the front of the room while Harryâs faced his bossâ office. He was on the opposite side of the room, and he had a great view all day long to watch her profile as she worked. Her hair was half up, her beautiful eyes hidden behind glasses, and her mouth set in concentration as she focused on her tasks. He couldnât see her whole body, but he watched her pull her sandy colored cardigan around her white shirt multiple times that morning, like she was chilled by the air conditioner. His eyes were drawn to her. Like she was a lighthouse, and he was out at sea. All he wanted to do was watch her, keep an eye on her, and admire how stunning she was.
She had a little plant near her windowâa bunch of red poppies wrapped up in a burlap vase, tied with a red bow. He couldnât tell if it was fake or not, but he suspected it was. There was a picture of a large group of friends right by her monitor where she was off to the side in it, one of her girlfriends had an arm around her. Her stationery was cool tones of blues, greens, and purples. Her handwriting was scribbled on a calendar in front of her and he thought the way she curved her Lâs was loopy and pretty beyond belief and he wished he had one in his name just to see how it looked. But it made him want to know how she would write his name anyway. There was a date at the end of September that was marked with a heart and he wondered why. Was it an anniversary? A birthday? Or the day her favorite movie came out?
A book sat on the windowsill, and he wondered when she had the time to read it during the day or maybe it was a security blanket kind of thing. There were two paper trays stacked on top of one another to organize her work and sticky notes all over her monitor and desk with ideas, reminders, and even a couple that said things like, âwe love youâ and âyouâre so sweet.â
âHi, Harry,â she smiled up at him to introduce herself. âWelcome to the team, are you having a good first day?â
He nodded, smiled a little brighter and dove right in. âI think mâin love with you,â she released a laugh that was so unbelievably beautiful Harry thought it sealed the deal. âI wouldnât laugh, kitten. Mâserious,â he frowned with faux sadness. He knew he was being a tad bit ridiculous. Maybe it wasnât right to say it while they were alone, but he didnât want to say it in front of everyone either. Hopefully he could convince her he was harmless, even if what he said was true.
Her cheeks reddened and she smiled. âThatâs... very forward,â she reminded him. âAnd you donât know me.â
âI know,â he rubbed the back of his head. âI was going tâhold off on saying it until tomorrow, but mâunable tâcontain it. Youâre very beautiful and everyone seems tâgo tâyou when they need help, so I imagine youâre a lovely person,â he pointed at the sticky note that said we love you once more. She snickered again and looked away covering one cheek with her hand. âMâgoing tâgo tâlunch before I embarrass myself further, but I jusâ wanted to tell you,â he shrugged, stuffed his hands in his pockets and turned toward the exit.
âNice meeting you Harry,â she called after him a smile on her lips.
He grinned and turned briefly to wave before he exited. âDonât forget tâeat, kitten,â he called.
*
But now that Harry admitted he was in love with her, she couldnât help but feel like she was being watched while she worked. Her eyes darted to his side of the room often trying to see if he was staring at her. He wasnât each time which only made her feel guilty and worse. Maybe her standoffish disposition deterred him rapidly. It was probably for the best, anyway. For a lot of reasons.
Was it disappointment she was feeling from his lack of attention? That didnât seem right.
âHarry!â Val called from behind her. âAre you enjoying your first day?â
âImmensely,â did his eyes drift over to her and her desk? She stared at her screen pretending to work while she listened.
âDid you just move to town?â Rachel was much further towards the front of the room. He turned to give her his full attention. It made her heart skip a beat with how kind it was. His politeness was a massive turn on.
Even if she wasnât going to let herself admire Harry from across the way just because they worked together.
âI did, mâactually looking for a place tâlive if yâknow of any places. Mâat a hotel until mâon mâfeet.â
Her heart started beating about two hundred times a minute because she knew what was going to happen before it did. She could feel the bubbling excitement from her friends on either end of the room. âMary Poppins has a room!â Rachel shouted.
Her cheeks turned bright red.
âHer roommate just moved in with her boyfriend like last week! How perfect is that, Mary? You were all worried about finding a normal roommate. I even did his background check, so I know heâs good to go!â
Harry chuckled. âUm... whoâs Mary Poppins?â
The whole office giggled. âMiss Poppins, did you not introduce yourself?â Someone else called. Hunter snickered across from her and she glared at him.
This was mortifying. Wasnât this supposed to be a mortifying day for Harry? His first day and all? How come she was being teased? She took a deep breath and turned from her monitor to make direct eye contact with Harry who was already looking at her. Like he knew exactly who Mary Poppins was without his coworkers needing to tell him. âItâs a two-bedroom apartment. One bath. Thereâs a nice kitchen, all new appliances.â
Harryâs jaw dropped as she spoke. Like he was surprised it really was her. âVal looks like sheâs going to bounce out of her seat,â Hunter smirked as he whispered under his breath to her while she tried not to panic at the thought of living with someone so unbelievably attractive and just admitted he was in love with her.
âTell him about your living room!â Val sounded like she was bouncing.
âWaterâs included.â
âSheâs the cutest interior designer. Itâs so homey it feels like a warm hug when you walk in. Like living with a rom-com character,â Rachel continued.
âRent would be about twelve hundred,â she ignored her so-called friends.
âShe bakes something once a week too, so it always smells like sugar and Christmas. Itâs seriously the coziest place Iâve ever been,â Val kept going.
âIn-unit washer and dryer.â
âThen she brings whatever she makes for all of us here to devour. Itâs incredible,â Rachelâs sentiment was answered with a hum of agreement from the rest of her coworkers. She even heard someone say remember her apple turnover pastries?
âYou get your own parking spot,â she tilted her head and looked at the ceiling to see if there was anything else she had forgotten. âI think thatâs it,â she met Harryâs eyes once more, holding his gaze briefly before she turned back to her monitor.
âHarry you should totally move in, you will fall in love with the place.â
âMâsure I would,â he chuckled. âCould I see it sometime?â He asked. His attention never strayed from her face. She could sense his gaze on the side of her cheek the whole time her friends embarrassed the crap out of her. âWhenever youâre free. Doesnât have tâbe today.â
âTodayâs fine!â Rachel assured him. âShe doesnât do anything on Mondays.â
She rolled her eyes. âToday is fine,â she repeated and smiled sweetly. She scribbled on a sticky note and headed to his desk to drop the address off with him. Then she made her way toward the restroom because she needed to get out of the room. Needed away from everyone teasing her good-naturedly.
But mostly so she could keep herself from telling Harry that she was quite, very possibly, in love with him as well.
*
True to her friendsâ words, the place was cozy as hell. There was a basket of throw blankets next to a sofa that looked like it was comfier than his bed currently in his storage unit. Artwork dotted the walls, board games stowed below her TV, and curtains pulled back from the windows letting in the afternoon sunlight. It felt like a home.
There were three boxes in the middle of the living room between the coffee table and the TV, but it was otherwise spotless. âYouâre very clean.â
She nodded. âI know, Iâm sorry.â
He chuckled. âYâdonât need tâapologize,â he put his hands in his pockets, so he didnât do something crazy like hold her hand.
âI donât want you to think Iâm crazy, is all. You can be... messy... I wonât have a freak out or anything. Unless you leave food in the sink then we get bugs. Then Iâll be kind of freaked out.â
He laughed. âI wouldnât do that. I like tâthink mâpretty clean myself,â he assured her. âI also...â he took a deep breath and rubbed the back of his head. âYâfriends kinda put yâon the spot. I know what I admitted at lunch was kinda out of... out of the blue,â he bit his lip. âYâdonât have tâfeel obligated tâhouse me.â
âI donât,â she promised. âI need a roommate and like Val said,â she shrugged. âShe did your background check so I assume you wonât kill me, probably. At least not because youâre a serial killer. Maybe because Iâm too clean.â
He shook his head with a smile on his lips making the most adorable dimple dent his cheek. She wanted to stick her tongue in it. âThank you, mâreally appreciative.â
She smiled. âYouâre welcome, Harry. Sorry weâll be around each other a lot.â
That didnât seem like a bad thing at all. âI think itâll be okay. We didnât really talk much today,â he shrugged. âIf yâget sick of me, mâsure I can find another place tâlive,â he winked.
She rolled her eyes. âWonât be necessary. But okay,â she sighed. âYou can move in whenever,â she grabbed her keys from the breakfast bar where she ate most of her meals and pulled a key off the ring and handed it to him. âI have a second job some nights, but if you give me a heads up, I can help you move your stuff.â
âSâvery kind of you, kitten, but yâdonât need tâdo that. Mânot going tâhave all that much stuff. Mâfriend Louis lives not too far from here. Heâll come help me.â
âOffer stands,â she assured him.
Harryâs eyes scanned the room again and landed on the three boxes once more. âAre those your old roommateâs boxes?â He asked.
She nodded. âTwo of them. Iâm supposed to bring them to her, but theyâre super heavy so Iâm like... working up my mental and physical strength to bring them to my car. Itâs going to be two trips and Iâm just being a little lazy about it.â
âI can bring them down,â he grabbed one. It was definitely heavy. It was evident Harry had defined biceps and triceps practically outlined by the pretty purple button down, but it was manageable for him while a struggle for her. âStill probably two trips,â he nodded.
âOh, I can takeââ
âNo, no,â he shook his head. âDonât want you tâhurt yourself. Let me,â he offered and snagged her car keys off the counter.
âOh, thank you thatâs... thank you,â she swallowed, feeling grateful.
âNot a problem,â he assured her and left immediately.
When he returned after putting the second box in her car to return her keys, she had opened the third box and begun laying out a bunch of fall items to decorate their place. âDo you mind decorations?â
âOf course not,â he smiled. âCan I help?â
She blinked at him and tilted her head. âUm... I can handle it. If you need to pack or go... get dinner or something.â
âMâfine,â he smiled, setting her keys on the counter and glanced around the room. He noted there were hooks screwed into the wall at various points. âCan I hang something for you? Mâgood for height.â
Harry wasnât that much taller than her, she was definitely taller than the average woman, but it still meant she needed to drag out a stepstool when she wanted to put up her art and decorations. âThat would be awesome,â she nodded. âThank you.â
âNot a problem, kitten,â he smiled.
*
Harry had a dreamy smile on his face as they talked and got to know one another. He hadnât brought up that he was in love with her. Nor did he make her feel the least bit uncomfortable. Like it had never happened.
Why did it feel like she was disappointed about the prospect of that?
Maybe he wasnât in love with her. Maybe the initial reaction of seeing someone roughly the same age as him at work made his senses a bit wild for a moment.
No. She wasnât disappointed. Everything about Harry being in love with her would be a recipe for disaster and it was for the best that he didnât fall in love with her.
It was just something a little bit out of the blue to say to the only person who was single in the office. Everyone had a significant other they had met within the office or elsewhere. She was the last single person. The same was true with her friend group as well. Everyone in her life had been paired off except for her.
He was her coworker. He was going to be her roommate.
But right as he left, he sent her heart into a frenzy. They were by the door. She wanted to make sure he got to his car safely even though it was a safe neighborhood. It was just the way she was. âWill you go on a date with me?â He asked.
She stared at him in shock, her lips parting like she was mid-sentence, and he had interrupted. âSeriously?â She giggled reflexively, but her cheeks felt hot. They had a lovely evening together getting to know each other. Harry helped with all the decorations and yes, in its own way it was a bit intimate. But he couldnât possibly think that it was a good idea to date his roommate.
âYes,â he nodded.
âHarry, I canât date my roommate.â
âPretty sure sâhow most rom-coms start,â he smiled. âSâokay. Iâll ask again later. Have a nice night,â he grinned with a wave and walked toward his car. Leaving her jaw slack, as she watched her roommate head off into the night.
*
Harry moved in later that week. He asked her to come with him to his storage unit to see if there was anything she would want in the apartment, but she had pretty much everything. It seemed silly to bring a double of everything when she owned all of it already.
But Harry would forever be grateful and indebted to his sister for her kindness as he watched her examine some of his belongings. One in particular caught her eye making him think that he had won the lottery with how excited she was.
She couldnât believe Harry had a stand mixer and she was nearly in awe of all the attachments to help bake and cook easier. âIâve always wanted one of these. Theyâre so expensive,â she blinked. âHow do you have one?â
âM'sister got one when she got married,â he explained. âBut she doesnât bake and said it was taking up space in her kitchen.â
âCan we bring it to the apartment? Do you mind?â
The way her eyes lit up at the sight of it? Pure joy and happiness? Yeah. It was going to the apartment. If he ever moved out, he would probably leave it with her too just so she could always look that happy. âCourse. Anything else?â
She looked around the organized storage room sifting through the items in different bins while Harry searched for some of his own trinkets that he thought he would want after his initial move. His room and bathroom items had already been moved in with the help of Louis. âThis is stunning,â her voice full of awe once more, grabbing a print from behind a shelf. Harry wasnât sure where it was from. He thought his mum purchased it to make his old place feel like home. âThis would look amazing in the living room.â
âBring it,â he smiled. She tucked it under her arm and continued searching. Harry grabbed a few more odds and ends and she plucked out a few more things she thought would work with the apartmentâs dĂŠcor and mainly helpful kitchen tools.
âItâs your place too, Harry,â she reminded him. âIs there anything you want there?â
He smiled, shook his head. âYâseem tâhave everything, kitten. Mânot picky.â
âI donât want you to feel like a guest,â she pouted. âLike you should bring these,â she gestured to pictures of his friends and family in a bin. âI can move some of mine to my room so you can put them up.â
He grinned. âSure,â he shrugged. âIf yâthink sâwhat I should do.â
âAlright, could we come back in a few weeks and see if thereâs anything else you want once youâre settled a bit?â
âCourse.â
They gathered as much as they could, Harry would have to come back for the stand mixer. Harry closed the trunk and moved to open the passenger door for her before her hand fully pulled it out of the way. He waited until she was tucked into the seat safely and he handed her the car keys. âIâll be right back.â
âIâll be here,â she smiled.
âHey kitten,â he said leaning against the door before he left. âWill yâgo on a date with me?â
âHarry,â she laughed the same way she did the last time he asked her. The same way she laughed when he told her he was in love with her. âYou canât be serious!â
âDeadly,â he smiled at the delight on her face. The pretty pink color rising to her cheeks. âWill you?â
âI canât go on a date with you, Harry,â she looked at him with a bit of sympathetic pity. Like he was ridiculous for asking. Again. Which he was.
âThen Iâll ask again another time,â he shrugged, closed her car door, and headed to get the stand mixer that made her happy.
*
âHey Poppy, did yâwant tâgo get lunch with me?â Her eyes didnât move from her screen. âPoppy,â he repeated. âPoppy,â he sang. She glanced around and realized she was the only one in the room.
âMe?â
He chuckled. âYes, you.â
Her eyebrows pinched together. âWhy did you call me Poppy?â
âWell, mâassuming sâyour favorite flower,â it was a safe bet since there was a small bouquet right beside her. âAlso, everyone else calls yâMary, Poppins, or Miss Poppins. Which I still donât know why, but I wanted tâbe different. Want you tâknow sâme when yâhear me talking tâyou.â
Her heart raced. Harry was utterly adorable. âI see. Sorry,â she smirked.
âAnyway,â he came over to stand by her desk. âDo yâwant tâget lunch?â
âHarry, I told you I donât date.â
âMânot asking as a date. Mâasking as your coworker who has never seen yâeat a bite of food while youâre at work. Mâasking as your concerned roommate who worries yâdonât eat until yâget home for dinner. And I donât even want tâthink âbout how long yâgo without eating when youâre at your second job.â
She smiled at his thoughtfulness. âI donât go out to lunch with everyone,â she explained. âI donât know if you noticed, but people always seem to need me while Iâm here,â she gestured to her desk. âLunch is the only time I get a minute to myself. And I can get caught up a bit before the afternoon and everyone comes back.â
âWell do you bring lunch?â He asked, his frown deepening still worried she wasnât eating.
âI do, itâs in the breakroom. Iâll get it in a minute,â she promises. âGo, youâre wasting your lunch hour.â
âOkay,â he sighed. He stopped in the doorway of the entrance to the office. âHey Poppy,â he smiled.
âYeah?â She asked without looking up from her screen.
âNow that yâmention it though, will yâgo out with me?â
*
At home, Harry took the trash out because he said it was a boy-job and she shouldnât be out in the dark by a dumpster. It made his skin crawl just to think about it. He made her promise that she wouldnât take out the trash and he didnât mind if he had to go out twice in one day. She thought it was ridiculous. But she agreed.
He cleaned up after himself checking with her to see if it was up to her standard. Even though she assured him he didnât have to meet her standard. His cologne overtook their bathroom, and it was so comforting she took long hot showers at night just to amplify the scent filling her nose. Harry stretched across the sofa and scrolled through various show options but often didnât find something that piqued his interest. Instead, he would put on some background noise and read on an eReader. His eyebrows pinched together in concentration.
Harry bought groceries and didnât ask for any money from them. âMâsure youâll buy stuff too,â he shrugged. Plus, she already had all the cleaning supplies, laundry detergent, dishwasher pods, and the like. Harry hardly had anything useful so buying groceries was the least he could do.
Except the stand mixer. People moaned about her cookies. Harry got to see her make them firsthand and the very scene with an apron around her body, her smile bright as she tested various stages of the dough, it did wonders for Harry. Some kind of nearly pornographic idea that only Harry would think was pornographic. âWill you try one?â She asked, hope in her voice.
Was he supposed to say no to her? Absolutely not. So, he tried one. âGo on a date with me,â he groaned.
âBecause of the cookies?â
âNo! Well, yes. Right now, yes, because of the cookies. But sânot usually because of cookies.â
She laughed. âI donât date, Harry.â
He frowned, faking his disappointment (although he was the slightest bit disappointed). âIâll try again,â he shrugged and took three more cookies from her cooling rack before returning to the sofa to read.
*
âMary!â Val sang. âDo you have the stain stick?â She called from behind. She opened a drawer, eyes unmoving from her screen and held it out behind her for it to be passed back by her other coworkers. Harry chuckled.
It killed her that she knew his chuckle without looking. âSâimpressive,â he murmured quietly. But she could hear it from across the way.
âThatâs nothing,â Rachel said from the other end of the room. âMiss Poppins,â she smiled delightedly. âI have a missing button,â she told her.
That was the other drawer, a small little sewing kit to fix a button.
âHair tie!â Someone called from the other side of the room.
âLint roller!â
They all called out items and she had every single one.
âDo you have anything stronger to put in this coffee?â Their boss was walking up the aisle and paused at her desk. She smirked, opened the bottom drawer and placed a mini bottle of liquid on the edge of the desk. The whole office laughed as he snatched it and headed to his office. âYouâre getting a raise, Poppins,â he called.
Hunter turned to look at Harry. âI gave her the nickname,â he explained.
âI get it,â he chuckled.
âIf you need it, chances are she has it.â
âIf she doesnât, she adds it,â Val explained.
Her smile was soft. Harry thought it was sweet how her coworkers adored her. It was clear she was loved by them. Her thoughtfulness was admirable. Harry wondered how he was supposed to top that. No wonder she didnât want to go out with him. Why would she want to go out with anyone when she was ten times sweeter than anyone she knew?
*
Her best friend Josephine (Joey) was helping her in the bathroom when Harry got home from the gym one Friday evening. âHoly hell you said he was cute, not hot,â she gaped.
âAw, yâthink mâcute, Poppy?â He asked winking at her. Her cheeks flushed red, making it so she didnât need any of the blush she was putting on her cheeks. He leaned against the doorframe; arms crossed over his chest. He was sweaty and really wanted to get in the shower, but he didn't mind a bit of time to stare at his sweet roommate.
âI should have known. Only a man that uses such high-end cologne would be this hot.â
âDidnât you buy Matt high-end cologne?â
âHence why I think heâs so hot,â Joey beamed. Her friend laughed quietly, shaking her head as she finished with her makeup.
âSorry Harry, weâll be out of the way in a minute.â
âTake yâtime. Mânot in a rush.â
âOh, you should come out!â Joey squealed. âHarry, please! Sheâs always by herself keeping an eye on us it would be nice to have someone keep her company!â
âThanks, Mom. I donât need a babysitter,â she rolled her eyes. âNo offense, Harry.â
âSâokay,â he chuckled. âI donât want tâimpose. Plus mâin need of a shower.â
âDonât let us stop you,â Joey smiled widely gesturing to the shower.
âCan you not?â She rolled her eyes and looked at Harry with apologetic eyes.
He laughed again and shook his head. âYâcan call if yâneed something,â he assured her.
âHarry, please come out! You can meet us there!â Joey said again.
She looked at him with a soft smile. A look in her eyes said he wasnât going to get out of it. Not if he didnât have a really good reason. But truthfully? He didnât need a reason to get out of it. Spending time with her outside of work, outside of the apartment, and errands like the grocery store and running to the post office had him excited to see her in another frame of light. Did she let loose? He would love to dance with her. Even if it was only as friends, roommates, fuck as coworkers even. How did she act around her friends versus her coworkers? God, he was obsessed.
âI can wait for you,â she suggested, her voice soft. Harry smiled.
âThanks, Poppy.â
*
Her eyes scanned for her friends as she sat on a stool at a high top beside Harry. It was like watching a teacher on a field trip counting heads to make sure everyone was still present. The table was littered with drinks all of which she minded just as intently.
Harry just gazed at her as he sipped his drink. He helped as needed pushing drinks toward her friends as they came back from dancing. âYâdonât dance?â
âOh...maybe later. Iâm not very good,â she admitted. âI like dancing with Joey because sheâs worse than me.â
She caught the eye of one of her friends, Hailey, approaching and she reached into her purse strapped around the front of her for something. Harry watched as Hailey made it to her. âThanks Mary,â she gushed taking the bandage from her and made her way for the bathroom. It was pretty wild she could anticipate whatever her friends needed. It was like at work. Harry was a bit awestruck and looked at her with a surprised expression. She shrugged and continued sipping her drink.
Jaylen was next. Joeyâs twin brother; they had the same facial expressions--mainly the smile that Joey had on her face when she suggested Harry shower in front of her and his favorite person.
The same smile appeared on his face and told Harry he was going to say something just as delightful as Joey had said of Harry. Sure enough, Jaylen draped an arm around her and leaned into her ear to whisper something over the sound of the music. She rolled her eyes and shoved him playfully. His face turned serious and he whispered something again.
She frowned. Then reached into her purse again. Out came a tampon which he slid discreetly into his pocket and then she glanced at his outfit twisting her lips to the side in disappointment.
After a brief thought, she pulled her purse over her body and laid it on the table. The long cardigan she wore came off next, leaving her in a black tank top that tucked into her jeans. It hugged her curves like a glove making Harryâs mouth water and he glanced away worried he would look like a creep. He finished his beer before Jaylen grinned and thanked her profusely and walked away. She took a deep breath and put her purse back into position before wrapping one arm in front of he protectively, gripping the front of her shoulder.
âAre yâcold?â He asked.
She shook her head.
But Harry was sitting beside her. He could see the goosebumps on her skin. She selflessly gave her sweater to her friend for whatever reason (Harry wasnât totally sure, but he suspected it was menstrual related). But she was going to pretend like she wasnât cold? Harry was definitely in love. In case it wasnât obvious by the moment he met her. Boldly, Harry reached below her bar stool and tugged it toward him. She jostled a bit but he maintained her balance. Then he draped his arm around her body pulling her toward him further and he couldnât help but notice she didnât pull away. She didnât make a sound and her facial expression didnât change.
But Harry felt her body relax into his side, her head dipping ever so slightly toward his shoulder. He smiled softly and brought his lips closer to her ear so she could hear. âYâdonât have tâlie tâme, Poppy. Mâyour roommate and all. I know yâlike the apartment a toasty temperature.â
She smirked and tilted her head up. Their eyes connected, their mouths only two inches apart. âThank you,â she said kindly.
Harry really enjoyed holding her.
*
At the end of the night, she rounded up her friends ensuring those who said they could drive actually could and if they couldnât she called for Ubers until everyone was safely on their way home. Jaylenâs girlfriend, Maya, had her green sweater wrapped around her white pants. She thanked her profusely, drunkenly.
Joey and Matt waved goodbye. âBye Hot Roommate,â Joey called waving to Harry specifically.
âJesus, Joey,â Matt rolled his eyes. âNice meeting you Harry,â he called.
Once everyone was gone, she rubbed her hands on her arms to keep the blood flowing and warming her skin. Harry wrapped his arm over her shoulders again and tucked her into his side as they headed for her parked car a couple blocks away. âGo on a date with me," he spoke straight forward. Hoping if he didn't look, it wouldn't seem like as a massive deal--almost like he would trick her into a date.
She elbowed him. âI canât go out with a coworker, Harry. Or my roommate for that matter.â
He shrugged. âIâll ask later,â he boldly kissed the top of her head. Fortunately, she didn't seem to mind. Harry was sure to keep that in his head for future reference. He would most definitely be kissing her again. âYouâre an extremely sweet girl, Poppy. Selfless, lovely, kind,â he listed. âWhoever yâend up with, mâgoing tâbe very jealous,â he assured her.
She snorted and laughed quietly under her breath. âThank you, Harry.â
*
For months it continued with similar routines, feelings, and questions. They grew closer as friends. At work he admired her from his desk from across the office. When she didnât go to lunch, he reminded her to eat and not work too hard. At home, he grumbled that her loophole of taking the trash out in the daytime was not the point of his promise. He still bought groceries each week trying to figure out all the things she enjoyed eating. Â
He helped her clean the apartment and when it was getting cooler outside, she asked to join him at the gym. Her outfits were cute and made guys stare at her as she worked out, unbeknownst to her. She asked for help from Harry which made him feel like he won an Olympic medal. His face was smug as the men in the gym finally stopped looking at her. Thinking Harry was lucky enough to be hers.
It made him happy to help her figure out new machines and with her sets of weightlifting (even though she didnât like it).
Everywhere they went, people ogled her. She was so kind. Little kids would smile at her in grocery store lines and wave like it was a game of peekaboo. Dogs tugged on their leashes hoping to get a pet from her around the loop she ran in the neighborhood. Their elderly next door neighbor tried telling her a hundred times that she had a grandson her age and he would love to date her (that one drove Harry the most crazy).
She had her head leaning in her palm as she watched the stand mixer beat the brownie ingredients like it was the most interesting thing in the world. But Harry was watching her; so he was, in fact, watching the most interesting thing in the world.
He leaned against the wall just beside the kitchen entrance. âPoppy?â He asked. She looked up at him. âGo on a date with me, please," his expression soft.
She was finally getting used to it. She gave herself a lot of credit. It was pretty crazy she hadnât caved yet. Harry was so lovely. Not to mention attractive. At the gym, his muscles rippled and glistened with sweat. The outline of every abdominal muscle was sinful. It was a miracle she didnât drop her own weights or fall on the treadmill when she caught sight of him. It drove her crazy that the women there gazed at him longingly; like he was something to eat. But was she really any better?
She smiled, the blush on her cheeks still prominent, but not as deep. She was used to her heart skipping a beat, the butterflies fluttering in her stomach each time he asked. âThat's very sweet, Harry. But I donât date.â
It was six months since he met her when he finally asked. âWhy not?â
She shrugged. He thought she wasnât going to say anything more, so he frowned, sighed, and headed for the living room to get back to his book. âI just donât date, Harry. I like being friends,â she told him.
He grumbled something about still being friends even if they dated but she either didnât hear or pretended not to hear. Either way, it was quiet for a few beats. âIf I hadnât told you I was in love with you that first day, would that have changed your answer?â
She giggled and shook her head. âNo.â
âOkay,â he shrugged. Ever determined. He smiled widely at her. âIâll keep asking then.â
*
When she got dressed up for a family wedding and clicked down the hall in heels and a dress that flowed over her like she was the bride (only wearing green of course, not white). Her hair was curled and pinned so prettily Harry thought he was seeing a real angel in the flesh. âOh, come on, Poppy,â he groaned and covered his eyes with his hand dramatically. âSânot fighting fair,â he frowned.
She grinned, her cheeks warming more than they had in a while. âI look okay?â
âStunning,â he grumbled. âMâso jealous I wonât get tâdance with you,â he pouted.
She shook her head. âI donât usually dance at weddings when I go alone,â she explained.
âWell, yâshouldâve told me. I wouldâve been your date.â
âHarryââ
âPlatonic date,â he rolled his eyes. âThis is worse than when yâwore that pencil skirt tâwork,â he reminded her. She snickered and shook her head while she looked at her phone. She sucked her lip into her mouth and sighed wincing slightly and then turned to her room again. After several minutes she returned in a different dress. She was equally stunning, but she looked a little forlorn. âAn outfit change?â
She nodded. âYeah,â she shrugged. âMy sister is wearing green.â
Harry frowned. âSo?â
She shook her head. âI donât know. I just...â she shrugged. âItâs alright. I like this dress just fine.â
But it wasnât green. She looked so pretty in green. It complimented her skin tone so perfectly. She looked stunning. Like she was a queen. âButââ
âSeriously, Harry. Itâs fine.â
The muted purple dress looked lovely on her as well. But Harry thought the green made her look otherworldly. He wanted the happiness back in her eye. The light that sparked when he complimented her. âWell when can yâwear it?â
She shrugged. âI donât know. Seasonâs almost over for a wintergreen like that,â she shrugged. âMaybe next year.â
Harry frowned. But then he had a wonderful idea to help both her dress and himself. âGo on a date with me, Poppy.â
The smile reappeared on her face, and she shook her head. âI canât, Harry.â
âPlease? Do it for the sake of that dress,â he pleaded. âWe donât even have tâcall it a date. An outing. An adventure. Whatever yâwant. Yâjusâ need tâwear it before yâcanât.â
She smiled. âThank you, Harry. But I canât.â
He sighed. âYouâre welcome, Poppy.â
âIâll see you tomorrow? Iâll steal you a cupcake. I heard they come from this bakery that I love and if it doesnât make it home to you, then weâre going to have to go there anyway.â
It didnât replace a date. But he liked the way she smiled. And going to a bakery together was inherently a couple-y thing to do. So he would take what he could get.
âSure, Poppy. Iâd love to.â
*
She didnât need people. Needing people had only ever broken her heart. She never asked for help ever. Well...only when they were at the gym but that was a safety thing more than anything.
Even when she should have asked.
Harry didnât notice until he drove her to a house party that her friends didnât invite her too. She was sleepy, it was obvious. Leggings, oversized sweater. Her hair was braided loosely and falling apart because she had woken in the middle of the night to answer a message. Harry was in the middle of a good book. Unable to put it down when she ventured into the living room. A yawn falling from her lips. Her eyes barely open. It took several questions and repeated convincing to let him drive her since he was awake, and it looked like she was going to pass out while standing.
Harry insisted on coming in even as she told him to stay in the car, but he refused. She found her friends, her voice was soft as she encouraged Jaylen to leave. A little over his limit and Joey and Maya were about just as gone and unable to convince Jaylen to go with them. A guy from across the room made a joke about Mommy coming to save him. As her pugnacious friend made a turn to deal with the offensive person, she stopped him. She was quick, grabbed his arm, and held tight.
When they returned to the apartment she corralled her friends into their sleeping arrangements. Maya and Jaylen in her bed, Joey on the sofa. âSorry I took your reading spot,â she whispered as she tucked a blanket around Joey. She snagged another blanket and curled into the only other chair in the living room. âThank you for driving,â she smiled, closing her sleepy eyes.
âYouâre gonna sleep there?â He asked. She nodded, barely moving. Like she was already half-way to dreaming. Harry snagged her out of the chair, cradling her and bringing her to his room.
âHarry,â she protested.
âWeâre grown adults,â he reminded her. âWe can share a bed without it being weird. Sâlike a hotel room.â
âHarry,â she repeated, her objection evident in her tone. âI canâtââ
âMânot letting yâsleep in a chair or on the floor. So, itâs mâbed or yâarenât sleeping,â he shrugged.
She sighed. Too tired to oppose any further, thankfully. Harry laid her atop the covers and draped another blanket over her. He went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and slid beneath his sheets and glanced at the sleeping angel beside him. He smiled. He liked the way she looked in his bed. Liked the way she seemed comfortable and sleepy beside him. His bed felt warm with her beside him. Even though she wasnât touching him. She smelled good in his room too.
âNight, Harry,â she mumbled.
âGood night, Poppy,â he answered, reached out, squeezed her hand before releasing it so she wouldnât break a piece of his heart by telling him they shouldnât.
It was easy to fall asleep with her beside him.
It was even easier to dream of her with her intoxicating presence in his room as well.
*
Harry noticed how drained she seemed when the weather continued to get warmer. Her friends all had birthdays around the same time, and she was a mess of scheduling and reserving birthday dinners and planning things for all of them. Did Harry miss her birthday? He would have to ask. He hoped he didnât. He hoped her friends would take the time to plan for her the way she did for them.
Work was approaching a busy season, and everyone kept coming to her more and more throughout the day. He could see the anxiety on her face as her growing to-do list looked nearly unmanageable. Harry tried to go to others if he had issues. But every time he asked someone else a question, they called out for Mary Poppins, and she would glance up and look at Harry with a sad smile asking how she could help.
Harry was worried she wasnât eating her lunch. When everyone else left, her eyes were hidden behind those glasses, her face concentrating and relieved for the reprieve from people calling her name for help with work or needing something like a pen or a screwdriver. Sometimes Harry hated his job. Not because it was difficult. But it seemed like everyone in the office was incompetent. Or weaponizing their incompetence and foisting their tasks onto the lovely woman who would never say no to them.
Her friends did it too. With all the planning and such.
The poor thing looked exhausted. She didnât join Harry at the gym and her second job seemed like the only time she got to herself. âI miss reading,â she grumbled when she got home late from her shift. She kicked her shoes off and flopped onto the opposite end of the sofa. âMy eyes are exhausted though,â she rubbed them for good measure. âI think I would fall asleep if I tried to read. I think I need to wake up earlier and read.â
Harry snorted. âDonât burn yourself out, Poppy,â he rolled his eyes. âWhat are yâreading?â
âIâve been trying târead this book for months,â she pulled it from the shelf below the coffee table. He had seen it tucked there for a while. He grabbed it from her, skimmed the back of the book, and opened to the first chapter.
Then, he started reading.
Out loud.
âHarry,â she whispered her eyes wide.
âYeah?â He asked, pointing at the sentence where he stopped and looked at her curiously. âMâstarting over, because I want tâknow whatâs happening,â he smiled. Her face looked so shocked and confused. Sad even. Like she didnât know what emotion she was supposed to feel.
âYou donât have toââ
He shook his head, and continued reading before she could finish her sentence.
Harry read three chapters before he carried her sleeping self to bed.
*
Something changed in Harry. He almost turned into a stalker. He tracked her movements and routines for a week. He knew most of them. But he really tracked them. The daily ones were easiest. She went for a run in the morning, he followed her lead and didnât say a word. He went to her favorite coffee shop and paid for her favorite drink for a weekâs worth of drinks in advance.
He wished they carpooled, but she was so busy. So he timed his arrival so that he was at the entrance door holding it open for her. When everyone left to get lunch, he heated up her food and brought it to her desk before leaving silently.
One day, there was a note on her dashboard saying she had a full tank of gas. When she arrived home after her second job, she noted her spare car key was on Harryâs key ring. At home, her laundry was in the wash. The shirts she didnât like to put in the dryer were hung in the bathroom.
Harry could see it. She was cracking. It was the first time someone had done something for her it seemed. The first time someone so selflessly did things for her, anticipated her needs the way she anticipated everyone elseâs.
Her throat felt tight as she looked at Harry in the kitchen, making her favorite dinnerâa soup that took hours and hours to make.
He didnât even know it was her birthday that day which made her heart feel sicker than ever.
âPoppy,â he smiled sweetly placing a bowl in front of her exhausted figure.
âYeah?â She whispered.
If she wasn't so in awe, she would have realized where his tone was. What was coming next. âGo on a date with me, kitten.â
âI canât.â
âSânot so hard,â he assured her. âYou sit across from me and be yourself because mâalready in love with you,â he reminded her sweetly. An impish grin on his pretty pink lips. That dimple she wanted to sink her tongue into on display. âI tell yâhow stunning yâlook, I pay for you tâeat. I feed you a dessert of your choosing that youâre probably too full tâeat and then I can kiss you wherever yâwant. Lips, cheek, forehead,â he shrugged. âThen we come home, and Iâll read a chapter of your book. Yâcan decide if yâwant tâgo on a second date.â
She giggled, her cheeks red. âI canât, Harry,â she looked at him apologetically, but she felt herself melting as much as the soup warmed her insides. It was ridiculous to eat soup in the middle of the summer. But Harry made it for her anyway.
His heart deflated a little. He wasn't kidding. He was definitely in love. He had to be because there was no other way he could explain the feelings he had for her. Someone so thoughtful, so pretty, sweet, and funny.
Harry had asked her out at least a hundred times. Around Christmas, she got her hair cut and he always found her beautiful, but he asked her almost every day following her new hair style for a month straight. Each time she said she couldn't. She didn't date.
For the first time in the near year since he had first asked her, first met her, he realized she said she canât go on a date with him. She didnât date. That he was crazy.
Not that she didnât want to. She didnât say no.
Hope bloomed inside him.
*
She didnât need anything. She didnât need anybody. It was clear someone or maybe many had let her down so many times. He watched her doing everything she could to make this party as nice as humanly possible for Hailey. Not that Hailey didnât deserve it, but no one had done anything like this for her. Harry only found out it was her birthday after the fact, and he felt like shit for it. Even though she assured him that was one of the best birthdays she ever had.
All he did was make her soup.
She deserved so much more.
It almost seemed too obvious that they hadnât done anything for her remotely as lovely as she did.
âYouâre staring, Styles,â she murmured without looking up from the chair while he lounged on the sofa.
âGo on a date with me,â he smiled.
She blushed, shook her head. âYouâre crazy.â
âYou havenât said no.â
"I've said no about a hundred thousand times, Harry," she rolled her eyes.
Why was it now? Why did he want to tell her what he was thinking about the whole situation now? But it was in his chest. He had to say it. Had to tell her.
âNo, youâve never said no,â he shook his head and looked at her head on, while she continued looking at her to do list, her planner. Her poor neglected book waiting to be read by Harry because her tired eyes couldnât. She looked up at him and smirked. Ready to protest once more, but Harry shook his head again. âI remember everything you've said t'me. I would remember a 'no,' it would probably kill me tâhear yâsay, no kitten. Y'call me crazy, y'say y'canât or that y'donât date. Never, not once, have y'ever said y'donât want t'go on a date with me. Nor a flat out no. So m'going tâkeep asking until y'say y'donât want to. Because I think you do want t'go out with me but for some reason y'don't want t'allow yourself t'be happy. T'let someone else in. M'not going t'stop asking. Not until I hear y'say "Harry Styles I would rather die than go on a date with you. I never want to go out with you." Maybe that makes me conceited or creepy. Mâsure it does make me crazy. But I donât care. I want t'go on a date with you. I want t'go on a million dates with you, actually. So m'not giving up until y'call me creepy or y'say y'donât want to.â
She swallowed like there was something stuck in her throat. Her eyes didn't move from her lap.
"Kitten," he murmured. She didnât look up. âPoppy,â he whispered. She finally met his green-eyed gaze again. His expression soft, pleading. âGo on a date with me,â his voice was soft. Harry swore his heart stopped beating because if he was wrong, if she really was saying no all those times, he wasn't sure he could ever stop asking her. The idea he would never get to take her out to eat and order her favorite dessert. He wouldn't see a movie and wrap his arm around her shoulders and that was completely unfair. He wanted to offer his jacket to her when it rained and hold her hand while walking through a museum. "Poppy," he repeated.
She bit her lip, her lips opening and closing like she wasn't sure which word was going to pop out. âI canât,â she whispered. Her eyes looking at him in a way that he could read right through her. They screamed at him, please donât stop asking me.
As if he could ever. Harry smiled. "Okay," he shrugged, hope and adoration for her flooding him. "I'll ask again tomorrow."
A sad smile graced her face. "You're crazy," she whispered again.
"Only 'bout you, Poppy.â
*
Harry felt like he was getting sick. Probably due to the sweet girl in his apartment who had worn herself so thin and weary that she had inadvertently brought illness home to him. His head was killing him. His pillow was calling for him the way he wished his favorite stubborn woman would call him.
He didn't even know if she was home. But honestly, he was glad. If she knew he was sick, she would dote on him. Even if she was starting to fell unwell. The thoughts of her were never too far from his mind. He would never be too sick, too lost, too far away from her that she could leave his thoughts.
Sleeping was one of his favorite hobbies because he loved to see her in his dreams. Loved to see the unaffected, carefree, beautiful, stubborn woman. The angel that enjoyed affection both giving and receiving.
It was his nightly dream. The one where she snuggled with him, and it was like they had been together twenty years and not zero. The one where he could taste her lips (even if in his dream she tasted like nothing) he knew it was wrong. She probably tasted like chocolate or caramel or something deliriously sweet.
Unfortunately, his phone vibrated below his pillow pulling him from his perfect beautiful dream.
âHarry?â
He squinted at his phone. Head aching, throat sore. Curious as to why he didnât have the number saved. âSpeaking.â
âOh, thank god,â the voice sighed. âItâs Joey,â she said. âHarry. Somethingâs wrong. She wonât stop crying and she wonât say anything but your name.â
He leapt out of bed. Illness forgotten even if he was dizzy. His heart thudded like a chorus of drums, and he didnât even grab shoes as he raced out of his room, snagging his wallet and keys off the counter as he exited the apartment.
He listened to Joey say a few more things. Something about being out at a club. She never left the bar area. There was no way someone had hurt her. But Harry drove through the night with his heart in his throat like someone had hurt her. He wasnât sure seeing her would even calm him. He knew where Joey lived, fortunately, so he sped as quickly as he could. The ache in his head and his throat was lost behind him along the drive.
He didnât knock as he hurried barefoot into Joeyâs apartment. Matt was coming from the kitchen and making his way down the hall. He looked at Harry sadly as he approached the main room.
âPoppy?â he whispered as he entered the room, her arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to hold herself together. "Kitten," he frowned and knelt in front of her. He picked her face up between his and he scanned her looking for signs of injury. Anxiety was in every inch of his body. But she fell into his arms before he could look any longer. Sobbing harder than when he entered. âM'here. M'here, baby. Itâs okay. M'here," he kissed the top of her head, cupping the back of her head with one hand. The other arm winding around her and squeezing her tight to his body. âOh kitten,â he sighed, sadness coating his voice. His heart ached. Like it was going to snap in half if she cried any longer. âMâsorry, baby. M'here. Sâokay. Tell me. Please. Iâll make it better,â he promised.
Her sobs continued, like she was unable to speak. "Harry," she whimpered.
"M'here, Poppy, s'okay," he assured her even if it wasn't. "Baby," he frowned pulling away to look at her her tearful eyes. He tugged her back to his embrace and continued to soothe her. He rubbed his hand up and down her back hoping it was comforting as he hoped it was.
Harry caught Joey's eye, who looked over from the entryway and smiled weakly.
"You good?" She mouthed. Harry nodded and when he glanced back, her friend was gone.
*
Harry kissed the top of her head for the hundredth time. He continued rubbing his hand down her spine. His head was still screaming.
But she was well worth it. Her cheeks were streaked with salt lines. Her eyes puffy and red around the edges. He had pulled her to him so they could snuggle into the corner of the couch. Her body tucked between the back cushion and Harry's body. Like he didn't want anyone to see her if they entered the room.
âHarry?â Her voice was raw.
âHmm?â He tucked her hair behind her ear and skimmed his fingertip along the same path repeatedly.
âWill you go on a date with me?â She whispered.
He smiled lazily. His heart exploding in his ribcage. âGod, Poppy, I don't know. I have t'check m'schedule.â She smacked his chest with no weight behind it. He kissed the top of her head. âIâd take yâright now. Whenever yâwant.â
âIâm sorry.â
âNothing tâbe sorry for.â
"I have issues."
"We can work on them together."
"I don't know if you'll..." She trailed off.
"If I'll what?" He brushed his thumb on her cheek.
She took a deep breath. "I love love, Harry. I love watching people get married. I love when people have babies and grow a family. I want to have babies. I love reading romance novels and watching silly rom-coms where you can predict the ending before the movie even starts."
"Sounds pretty romantic and easy, Poppy," he murmured.
She swallowed continuing. "I will do a lot for you because I believe that's the way love is supposed to be. I want to make your life easier, and I want to do things that make you happy because I think happiness and love are in short supply and I want those books and rom-coms to be real."
Harry nodded. "Wellâ"
"I've never had that. I had a boyfriend for four years and..." she sniffled. "When we broke up, I said that I wouldn't do that again. I wouldnât devote myself so completely to someone that wouldn't give me half as much. Then I met my next boyfriend and at first, I thought it was right, finally. It was equal. He loved me the right way, I mean. The way I thought I wanted, deserved... But then it was like he got tired of doing things. I don't know. Maybe my love language is acts of service. I don't know. Iâm not making sense, I'm sorry. But..." she swallowed. "I broke it off after only two years that time. I just don't think I can be loved the right way... not forever. I don't know. I sound so selfish, donât I? I donât know why you want to go out with me so badly. I want someone to love me the way I love them, and I donât think thatâs...fair."
It was why she always had everything. Why she planned and hosted parties. Why she never drank and always took care of her friends. She loved everyone that was lucky to cross paths with her, with her whole, big, beautiful heart.
Harry tilted her chin up. "Mâgoing to love you the right way,â he promised. âMâgoing to love you the way yâwant because that's what yâdeserve. If I love you anything less than you deserve then... well... I don't know what, Poppy. If thatâs the case mâprobably dead because sâthe only possible explanation,â she snorted and tears dripped down her cheeks again but not like the night before. âBut it's not going to be a problem, kitten. Mâgoing to love you the way your books love. The way a rom-com loves. Mâgoing to love you the way you love everyone that walks into your life. The way you so selflessly devote your kindness to them. Mâgoing to love you the way you love," he promised. âBecause sâan honor to love you,â he assured her. âSâan honor to be loved by you.â
She looked away from his gaze, closed her eyes and pressed her forehead to his chest. His throat was aching again. He was really tired, but he would suffer her wrath and frustration of going on about this later. He knew that she would be beside herself knowing he was sick and dealing with her anyway. But where else would he be? "Harry," she whispered finally. He met her eyes the back of his fingers skimming her cheek.
"What, Poppy?"
"Do you love me already?"
"Of course I do."
She sniffled, her face crumpling with relief. Like all of it had been a trick up until then. "Okay," she whispered. âCan we go home?â
âCourse, kitten,â he kissed the top of her head and moved slowly to get up from the sofa. All of his muscles ached from sickness and from the awkward but perfect position of holding her all night in the cramped little space.
He held his hand out for her to take as she stood next. âHarry,â she whispered softly.
âHmm?â He hummed and looked at her with a soft expression that made her stomach flip, her heart skipped a beat. "Yeah, Poppy?"
âIâm in love with you too.â
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IN THE DARK TIMES, WILL THERE ALSO BE SINGING?
from Lady Chatterley's Lover, D.H. Lawrence (via)
âGrief will come to you. Grip and cling all you want, It makes no difference. Catastrophe? Itâs just waiting to happen. Loss? You can be certain of it. Flow and swirl of the world. Carried along as if by a dark current. All you can do is keep swimming; All you can do is keep singing.â
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Lev St. Valentine (via)
letter to Gustave Flaubert, 27 June 1870, George Sand
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from On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong (via)
Snow and Dirty Rain, Richard Siken (via)
YES, THERE WILL ALSO BE SINGING. ABOUT THE DARK TIMES.
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by Bertolt Brecht tr. John Willett
In the dark times, will there also be singing? Yes, there will be singing About the dark times.
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Okay, I would love to see an Aaron Hotchner x anemic bombshell!reader (lmao) who gets randomly faint and Aaron freaks <3
âThis is oh so difficult,â you say under your breath, a sing-song tone to your voice. You often talk in juxtapositions, unhappy words in silk, cheerful worrying. âThis is⌠stressful.âÂ
âYou don't look stressed,â Spencer says.Â
You elbow at him affectionately. âDo I ever? Sweetheart, there's nothing ever so stressful as to wear it on your face. Now come here, you have a pen smudge on your cheek.âÂ
Hotch could pinch the back of your shirt to stop you, but Spencer holds out a hand to brace you away from him like a disgruntled younger sibling while you laugh and reach for him.Â
âCut it out,â Gideon says.Â
âYes, boss.âÂ
Hotch turns away from you both to hide his smile. The case is long (as always), difficult (as always), and getting more and more serious as days pass. There hasn't been much time to pause and take stock, and so your playfulness comes at a great time âyou need moments of fun like this to stop the weight of the inevitable dragging you down hard.
Your playfulness is unfailing. âSo,â you say, quieter now to avoid Gideonâs attention while you lean into Hotch's personal bubble, âwhat will you make me for dinner?âÂ
âThe same thing I've made you for the last four days.âÂ
âAh. Nothing, then.â You tip your head to one side.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âNothing. Just feeling kinda weird. I really am hungry, handsome, and you aren't very gentlemanly in letting me starve.â You share a smile. You say everything so particularly, it only serves to endear you to him more and more. It's like⌠you're just sure of yourself, and in love with the world, and at least a little in love with him. Having you here with him makes the job easier.Â
âYou're hungry?â he asks, standing up. He expects no answer, nor for you to stand, but you clamber onto your feet quick as anything with wide eyes.Â
âI was onlyââ You pause.Â
Hotch can see the moment you lose sight of where you are, that far away gloss to your eyes, the rapid blinking that follows, and your hand thrown out to his too quickly. You grab at his arm roughly and he's crueller in his reaction, grabbing you under the arms with a startled, âHey.âÂ
âIs she alright?â Spencer asks, his chair smacking the desk as he stands.Â
Your lips pull down into a frown, eyes squeezed closed. He's startled âHotch didn't even know you could frown outside of a joke. You're feeling that heavy, sudden wrongness that comes with being faint, he'd guess.Â
He rides it out with you, holding you tight. After a few moments your eyes peel open, a spark of upset about you that quickly lends to sheepishness. âOh, sorry,â you say softly.Â
âDon't be.âÂ
You gather your bearings. Hotch moves his hands to a more amicable place on your arms, more to comfort than to hold, while Spencer stands and offers you his bottle of water.Â
âShe good?â Gideon asks Hotch.Â
That perks you up. âI'm always good, sir,â you say, sending a smile at your boss from over your shoulder. âJust flirting with Agent Hotchner.âÂ
âDid you take your medication?â Hotch asks, cutting the fat of the conversation clean off.Â
âYeah, I never miss it.âÂ
He is admittedly more concerned about you than one coworker would be for another after a dizzy spell, but you aren't just a coworker. Hotch cups your cheek quickly in his hand to gauge your temperature and deduces from there that it isn't a sickness.Â
âYou weren't exaggerating about being starved,â he decides. Your iron pills do so much, and you have to do the rest. âReid, what foods help with anaemia?âÂ
âAnything rich in iron. Red meat, pork, poultry, dark greens, especially spinach. All kinds of beans,â Spencer reels off.Â
âAny of that sounds good to you?â Hotch asks, giving your arm a gentle squeeze.Â
You meet his lowbrow with softer eyes, nodding your appreciation. Your lips part to answer him, but you're cut off. âBe quick about it,â Gideon says, glasses slipping down his nose as he turns back to his case file, âwe have a lot to do.âÂ
Hotch buys you a burrito for the iron and a smoothie because you deserve it. You kiss his cheek, and apparently he deserves that for being âsuch a sweetheartâ. He doesn't bother pretending he doesn't want it, or the second or third kiss that comes after.
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Sorry for english mistakes, it is not my first language. Can we have more of what âFamilial Issues Anonâ was talking about? Requesting for more Brother Aegon but it is not tied to the previous fic? Like Aegon and Little Sister Reader growing up with one another and the ideas of the Anon that requested it? Sorry it is my first tine asking for a fic request!
THE HISTORY BOOK ON THE SHELF. ( HOTD x READER ) [ PREQUEL? ]
AUTHOR NOTE! Thanks for all the love. <3 pairing: Young! Aegon Targaryen x Little Sis! Reader prompt: Aegon finds himself enable to grasp the thought of losing you forever. word count: 1, 000+ words
You were a pest. No, you were a clingy pest. Like a leech. Aegon's personal leech. You just stuck to him. No matter how many times he tried to get rid of you, you came waddling back to him like a little duckling. You'd stare up at him, big puppy dog eyes and a giddy smile. So pure, so untouched. He wanted to ruin you. To ruin that good you had in you, in hopes it would make you stop clinging onto him. But, it never worked.
He could spout out the cruelest of insults to you, and you'd just stare at him. So innocent that the words did not click in his head. He could push you, and you'd just stand back up unflinching. Still seeing the best in him. He hated it. It was odd. Why could you not see the bad in him? The bad that everyone else saw in him? Why did you have to be so good? So sweet? So loving?
He hated it. Yet, he craved your presence. There was something nice about having you by his side. You weren't like Jace, trying to impress him. Or as much of a follower as Luke, wanting to fit in. You just adored him and everything he did. Like a stupid puppy. It was a battle within him.
"She's a pest." Yes, but she's your little sister.
"She sees too much good in me." Yes, but wasn't that better than hate?
"She was too young." Yes, only eleven and still too naive to understand just how horrid and rotten he was. But, she made him smile with her child-like wonder of the world.
"She loves you." Yes, she was the only one that did. Or at least, the only one that did love him for him. No matter how rotten he was.Â
"She's too clingy." Yes, but one day she will grow out of it and suddenly the loneliness will come creeping back in. She wonât be there trailing after him, or hug him, or smile at him.Â
"One day she will marry and leave you all alone." Yes, but for now you were his little sister. You were his little duckling. His little shadow. His little pest and he wanted to cling onto that a little longer.Â
Watching you trailing after Aemond like a puppy, he scowls deeply, hatred and jealousy bubbling inside of him. You were supposed to be his little shadow. Not Aemond's. Keeping his distance for now, he watches as you give Aemond a big hug and smile, nodding your little head enthusiastically at whatever he says. The scowl on his face grows more and more deep. What could Aemond say that made you so happy? Watching you hand Aemond a linen cloth, he grows even more angry. No, no, no, that was his thing. You were supposed to give him gifts! Not Aemond.
Not being able to hold back any longer, he stalks towards the two of you, a dark glare on his face pointed towards Aemond. There was no way in the Seven hells was he going to allow Aemond to steal you from him. You were his pest. You were his. Not Aemond. Aemond could have Helaena or Jace and Luke for all he cared. You were his. You were meant to cling onto him. Watching you ramble away to Aemond, he straightens out, puffing up his chest to look more bigger.Â
"Oh, Y/n.." He calls out, a hint of sing-song tone in his voice.
"Egg!" You cheerfully call out, your words lisping together.
"Aegon. We've been over this. It's Aegon, not Egg." He huffs, rolling his eyes.
âWhat are you doing here, Egg?â You ask, not catching his annoyance.Â
Watching you completely forget about Aemond, he swiftly picks you up, carrying you on his back in a piggy back ride. You were a little heavy and too big to be carried in such a manner, but he didnât care. If it meant keeping you close to him, he would grit his teeth and do it. Hearing you giggle loudly, he walks away from Aemond, shooting a deadly glare over his shoulder. As if he was a dog pissing on the ground to mark his territory. He wanted to be clear to everyone, you were his.
âDoes not matter.â He brushes off, âWe are going to the kitchenâs, I heard they are making lemon cakes.â
âLemon cakes?â
âYes, I think we can steal a few of them.â He nods, âWhat do you say, hm? An adventure with your big brother?â
âI would like that.â You smile, making him perk up.
"Good, good, because I wan't going to put you down anyways."
Watching as you dissect the lemon cake, you push the bitter lemon frosting away with your fork, piling it up on the side of the plate. Smiling softly as you turn your plate so he could eat the frosting, his gaze softens ever so slightly, shoulderâs relaxing. You were too kind. Even when eating your food, you still wanted to share with him, knowing that the frosting was always his favorite part. Pushing his uneaten slice closer to you, he had no desire to eat the lemon cake anymore, just wanting to see you smile some more.Â
âAegon?â You mumble, playing with your food with your fork.Â
âYes?âÂ
âI have a question.â You stare at the plate, âAbout marriage.â
âMarriage? What in the Sevenâs name is making you think of marriage? Youâre too young for that.âÂ
âGrandsire said I will one day make a good wife and mother. That I must follow my studies closely.â You mumble, âDo you think that I will be a good wife and mother one day?â
Furrowing his brows in confusion, he didnât know why you were asking such a question, you were a long way away before marriage would become a concern. You barely turned ten and one, weeks ago. You should be focused on other matterâs, like embroidery or whatever stupid Court gossip spread around.
Wrinkling his nose up the more he thinks of you getting married, the more he dislikes the thought. You were too young, and too important for him to let you succumb to such a boring fate. If he was King, you would never have to marry. You two would just fly on dragon back and have fun all day.Â
âI do. But, thatâs like a billion years from now.â He rolls his eyes, exaggerating with his words.
âDo you think so? I know of many other girlâs who are already betrothed.â You mumble, playing with the frosting.Â
âYes, well, those other girls arenât you. You're a Princess, a Targaryen one. Youâre important and different from them. They're dull.â He shakes his head, refusing to compare you to the other girl in Court.
âYou think so?â You ask, eyes full of so much hope.
âI know so. Weâre Targaryenâs! Everyone wants to be us because we are special and they are dull and common.â He smiles, âThereâs a thousand of them, and only one of you. Youâre special.â
Watching as a big goofy smile spreads on your face, he perks up at the sight, happy to cause such joy within you. Picking apart the lemon cake with his fork, he watches as your eyes lower down to your plate, shoulderâs slouching for a moment. The smile on your face falters for a moment, almost as if some thought popped in your head and ruined the moment. Furrowing his brows at how quick the joy is gone, he wanted to punch whoever or whatever had popped into your head.Â
âWhat is it?â He asks, slightly concerned by your shift in mood.Â
âBut, Grandsire saidâŻâ
âYou are barely reaching your ten and two name day. You are too young to be considered a wife or Mother.â He shakes his head dismissively, âGrandsire is a fool. Do not let such things upset you. I wonât let them marry you off. Youâll stay here in the Red Keep with me, for like, forever.âÂ
Little did either of you know, that just on the other end of the Red Keep.Your marriage had already been arranged, and soon youâd be shipped off.
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I Put A Spell On You.
âSmokeâwants you back, and heâll do whatever it takes.
(Part one maybe?)
I put a spell on you
Because you're mine
You better stop the things you do
I tell you, I ain't lying
I ain't lyingâŚ
Word got around that Smoke was back in town. You couldnât miss him with his snazzy suitâs silhouette characterized by broad shoulders, a high waist, and wide-leg trousers. A quintessential element in a manâs wardrobe. The whispers traveled to many ears, but it was only one pair he was concerned with.
Rosetta Scott.
A dilly heâs obsessed with. His soft-spoken jazz singer. She ended their relationship when Smoke decided to up and leave New Orleans with his ill-tempered identical twin brother, but he promised heâd be back and to write him. After two years, heâs back and ready to stake his claim on his woman.
Smoke hopped out of his Cadillac 16 cylinder wearing round, small sunglasses with wired frames. He removed his 8-panel hat and shut the door behind him. Smoke took a long drag of his blunt while staring straight ahead with a lopsided grin.
The reflection within the circular lenses of his dark frames was one heâd missed for years. A living tapestry of culture, history, and an unmistakable passion for life. This place, with its rhythmic streetcars and the spicy aromas from its kitchens, isn't just alive; it breathes stories at every corner.
Stretching his long legs with a purposeful gait, his expensive gaiters picking up dirt, Smoke pushed open the withering, wooden, hinge doors leading into a lively establishment. The smell of fish fry, sweat, cheap cologne, weed, and sex titillating his nose caused a wide grin to spread across his thick lips. He slowly removed his sunglasses, revealing piercing, brandy-eyes and a primal desire.
There she was. Doing what she loved. He was joyful. Proud.
laidback with rhythmic flexibility.
That husky breathy tone.
Her vocals always had a very raw unedited feel which made her songs feel more real and personal. She also tends to use harmonies and layering which sometimes gives the song a drowning all consuming affect.
The silk of her flowing silver slip seemed to mold into her hourglass frame. The premium fur shawl she wore hung loosely from her glistening shoulders. Her lips the color of ox blood stained the mic in front of her. The swing and blues notes with complex chords blending with her sultry voice had everyone on that floor dirty dancing.
Smoke broke his eyes away reluctantly, taking off his suit jacket, placing it on the back of a chair. He ashed out his blunt and placed it in the front pocket of his crisp, white button down. Smoke made his way towards the bar, unbuttoning his sleeves and his shirt along the way.
âYes, daddy! Play that saxophone!â
âSing it Rose!â
âLetâs Jive!â
âOoooweee! If it ainât Mr. Smoke Stack himself! Come over here!â
Smoke chuckled deeply before dabbing up his uncle and the owner of the establishment; Buck. His liquor breath and gold teeth were two things you remembered about Big Buck. Or, how heâd like to call it âIâm Big Buck and I like to fuckâ. And boy did he get his share of pussy. He had eight kids to prove it.
âLook at my nephew! Now hold onâŚwhere is your twin?â Buckâs yellowing eyes wandered around in search of him.
âHeâs handlinâ business. No time to settle. You know how he get. I had to break away thoâ I got business to âtend to.â
Smoke accepted a glass of whiskey and took a long sip. It burned so good down his throat.
âYeah, uh-huh. We know whyâs you here! That gal. You know sheâs seeing someone else, right?â
The corner of his upper lip fluttered with disdain at the thought of another man touching his bitch. Smoke wasnât having it. One look into his eyes, sheâd fall into his lap again. Wet puss and all. She wrote him often. Sent him pictures. Heâd gotten them all. So, was she doing all that while messing with some squat-ass fool?
âGimme the low down, Buck.â Smoke insisted impatiently.
âAight, nephew. Another?â
Smoke raised his glass, âhold the hail. I donât need no watered down shit. Iâm tryna get swacked.â
Buckâs gut laugh filled the cramped space between them.
âYou remember Phonzo?â
âShid, not pussy ass Phonzo? Câmon now galâŚâ
âDamn straight. He wines and dines her. Buys her shitâŚâ
âShe using.â Smoke replied.
He turned his eyes on her again. She looked so damn fine. Mmm. That body was nice. He could smell her perfume on his mustache. That amber scented flesh. Smoke knocked the rest of his drink back and stood from his seat at the bar. She ended another song and received a standing ovation. Smoke pushed his way towards the front but before he could get there, a man reached out to help her down. Her joyous laugh made Smokeâs stomach churn.
âPut me down, baby! I had too much to drink!â
âitâs Smoke Stack!â
All eyes fell towards the handsome gangster. Smoke ignored all except those pretty, doe eyes that locked on him with utter shock. Short and stacked. The finest woman in all of Louisiana. Ainât no way sheâs giving all that to Phonzo. Smoke pressed forward, his penetrating eyes racking over Rosettaâs frame. It was easy to tell the twins apart because one had a noticeable scar on his face and the other didnât.
âWell Iâll be,â Phonzo secured his arm around Rosettaâs waist tighter, âSmoke. Whatâs shaking, man?â
Smokeâs lips remained tightly sealed and his eyes never left his Rosey. Tension was thick in the air like the sound of the powerful double bass.
I love my moonshine whiskey
Better than I do my man
I love my moonshine whiskey
Better than I do my man
You got have your beer in your bottle
Give me my cool kind handsâŚ
âRoseyâŚâ
Rosetta parted her deep-red lips to speak.
âSmokeâŚâ
That voice. Heâd missed it.
Smoke Stack was seeing red.
âGet yoâ hands off my woman, Phonzo.â
âYou think you can just show up? This ainât your woman anymore, Smoke. You proved that when you left her for the taking. Go on somewhere nowâŚâ
Phonzo attempted to walk away with Rosetta in his grasp, but Smoke swiftly grabbed her hand, swinging her over towards him with an expert twirl of her beautiful frame. She collided with his sturdy chest, her eyes staring up at him.
Rosetta was still trying to pick her jaw up from the floor. She couldnât believe Smoke was back. The familiar warmth of his much larger and more powerful frame sent images swirling through her mind of the times theyâve shared. She hadnât received a letter from him in almost a year. Every single day she worried herself about him. However, Rosetta had entertained the thought of being with Phonzo. Tonight would have been the night that she would have given Phonzo a taste of what Smoke Stack dicked down. It was an act of desperation.
âRose! Whatchu doinâ gal? Donât let this fool back into your life!â Phonzo reached his hand out for her to take, âI wonât leave you like he did. Remember? I promised that trip to Chicago. We can pack up and catch a train!â
âIâll take her to Chicago, to Trinidad, Paris, wherever my money goes, she goes. You had your fun tryna get whatâs mine. I suggest you fade, PhonzoâŚâ
Um, make me another two bit pint
Um, make me another two bit pint
'Cause I've got my habits down
I'm gonna wreck this jointâŚ
âLetâs go,â Smoke had a strong grip on Rosettaâs hand as he placed her in front of him to walk away.
Rosetta finally gathered her thoughts. She halted her footsteps inches away from the bar.
âHold on, Smoke,â She pointed a red nail at him sternly, âHow dare you show up here like this?! I havenât heard from you in over a year! You canât just walk up in here and whisk me away like some night in shining armor! Who do you think you are?!â
âSays which? Iâve written you!â Smoke shouted back.
âI ainât get one letter in a year!â
Smoke kisses his teeth, âThatâs some bullshit and you know it. Maybe the letters got mixed upâŚnone of that matters now, baby. Iâm back. For good nowâŚâ
Buck and another bartender watched the two of them go back and forth with amusement.
âWeâll see how long that lasts!â Rosetta sassed.
A gun clicking had Smoke on high alert. He pushed Rosetta behind him and turned, staring down into the barrel of a pistol. Phonzo was sweating bullets. He had two of his lackeys behind him, posted up like they were ready to do damage. Rosetta clung onto the sticky bar top, peeking around to see what the ruckus was about.
âTime to knock you off that high horse. You and that brother of yours donât run shit âround here no more. Give me back my bitch, and we can get back to jivinâ.â
âExcuse me?!â Rosetta argued, âI got your bitchââ
âRosey, relax, baby. Daddy got this.â Smoke looked from the pistol pointed at his chest, to Phonzo with a sinister smile, âYou off the cob or something, Phonzo?â
âYou tryna make me look pussy in front of my boys?!â
Smoke tilted his head to size up his âboysâ.
âThey shakinâ in they boots just like you. Câmon now, Phonzo. We can do this the easy wayâŚyou put that steel down, and walk away. I came for my woman and thatâs it. Pick yoâ self up and use those bony-ass pegs and leave.â
Laugher erupted around them. Patrons watched on like it was a live performance. Phonzo always hated being the laughingstock. No one took him seriously. People tolerated him because Smoke and his twin skipped town to handle business.
âI ainât going nowhere!â Phonzo yelled.
He pressed his gun into Smokeâs chest hard.
âNigga, you ainât got shitââ
Smoke picked up a bottle of Jack Daniels and cracked it over Phonzoâs head. When Phonzo dropped to his knees with shards of glass embedded in his face, Smoke snatched his pistol up and pointed it at the two men that were once standing proud. They both shared a look with each other before bending over to pick Phonzo up.
Smoke placed the pistol in the waistband of his slacks and snatched a handkerchief out of his pocket to clean up the blood that seeped from a gash in the palm of his hand. People were used to violence âround here. Too drunk, high, and horny to care about Phonzo bleeding out onto the floor. Buck didnât blink an eye as he shined a new glass before pouring a gentleman a glass of top shelf whiskey.
âGet âem out. Donât come back, nigga. Iâll use your pistol to put a bullet in yoâ head fuckinâ witâ me!â
Phonzoâdelirious and bloodyâwas dragged out of the juke joint by his two loyal men. Smoke knew that as soon as Phonzo regained consciousness, heâll be on the hunt for him. Smoke was ready.
Smoke took a seat at the bar and pulled Rosetta into him. Blunt between his lips, glass of whiskey in front of him, Rosetta gave him a light, watching her daddy with lust.
You know I can't stand it
You're running around
You know better, baby
I can't stand it 'cause you put me down
Oh, noâŚ
âSmoke, DaddyâŚâ
Rosetta took the blunt from between his lips and hit it. He watched her with low, hazy eyes. All he did was walk through those doors. She was at his mercy like heâd never left.
âYouâll really take me to Paris?â
Smoke accepted his blunt, âIâll take you all over the world, babyâŚlisten, I know I got some makinâ up to do, but donât you ever do no shit like that again, hear me? Iâm a always come back to youâŚâ
âYou right about that makinâ up,â Rosetta giggled, âWe got all night though. Phonzo was my ride homeâŚâ
âHere, go grab my jacket and we can go.â
Smoke tapped Rosetta on her rump and pointed to where he placed his suit jacket. He paid his tab and promised to be back to catch up with his uncle. Rosetta returned and Smoke grabbed her by the hand, ushering her out of the juke joint and into the murky night.
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Smooth leather seats, a pistol on the dash, windows rolled down.
Rosetta and her fur shawl sat elegantly next to a hunk of a gangster. She admired the stain of her lipstick on his cheek when she stole a quick kiss while he opened her door for her.
She missed her Smoke Daddy so damn bad. It hurt to the bone. Smoke could feel her pretty eyes on him and he glanced over to her, giving her a dimpled smirk filled with mischief. They were halfway there to her apartment above a boutique.
âI missed you, Rosey. So much.â
I put a spell on you
Because you're mineâŚ
âWhere did you go?â
Smoke took a moment to respond.
ââŚMy brother had business in Texas. Then we picked up some jobs throughout the south. Made enough money to last us a lifetimeâŚMade some bad choices, but Iâm richer. Stronger. Ready to sweep you off yoâ feet. I want you to travel the world and sing to audiences bigger than that hole in the wall. Serious, gal.â
Rosetta blinked away tears.
âDonât do none of that, baby. No cryingâŚâ
âIâm just glad ya ainât dead somewhere in a ditch!â
Rosetta accepted a clean handkerchief from Smoke. She dabbed her eyes to avoid messing up her makeup.
âI made a promise to get back to you and I meant that.â
Rosetta exhales, âI know, daddyâŚI justâŚIâve been so touch starved. I wouldâve given Phonzo all of me if you hadnât shown upâŚâ
Smokeâs nostrils flared and he looked at her with those dark eyes that made her clench her thighs.
âPhonzo donât know what to do witâ all that. And you belong to me. All of you. You make that pussy cum while Daddy was away?â
âYesâŚbut it wasnât enough. I miss the fuckinâ we used to doâŚâ
Smokeâs Cadillac slowed to a stop in front of the boutique Rosettaâs mother owned. She worked there for extra money, but now that Smoke was back, she didnât have to work. Smoke opened her door and helped her out. Shutting it, they walked towards the shop and Rosetta opened the door with a single gold key. Smoke observed his surroundings with a sharp eye before following her inside. It was dark, but the moonlight ignited a path for them leading towards a narrow staircase leading up to Rosettaâs apartment that she shared with her mother.
She had some privacy for now since her mother went away to visit family in Baton Rouge for a week. The boutique was closed until she returned. Rosetta opened the door and flicked on a light. It was exactly how Smoke had remembered it. Small and cozy and blessed by a woman that practiced root work. Rosetta walked into their small kitchen and opened the fridge to grab a pitcher of water. She poured a glass for Smoke and herself.
âYou can stay for a few days until momma comes back. It donât matter how grown I am, she donât like men overâŚâ
âI get it. Iâll have a place to stay. Then you can leave here and be witâ me.â
âSmokeâŚâ
Smoke finished his glass, sat it on the counter, and pulled Rosetta close. His hands caressed her back and dragged down to cuff her cheeks. Eyes locked on her face, he brought his plump lips to her own, pecking them with soft kisses. Rosetta whimpered and shifted, slightly raising one foot. Smoke hooked his strong arm around her trim waistline. His other hand squeezed the flesh of her plump ass.
âYou always know just how to push my buttons, donât you, Rose? Couldnât wait for daddy to come back?âSmoke asked with his lips barely touching hers, âThatâs alright, thoughâŚIm gonâ remind you just who you belong to...â
Suddenly, Smoke delivered a series of sharp smacks to her behind without warning. Rosetta gasped as she felt the sting of each slap.Â
âSmoke, Iâm sorryâŚI didnât fuck himâŚI swear.â Rose pleaded.
âBut you gave âem hope. If I hadnât shown upâŚâ
His wide hand lifted her silk dress over her ass and he went to town whacking each cheekâleft, right, leftâthe pain increasing. Rosetta buried her face into his chest, her lipstick staining his shirt. Smoke palmed her cheeks hard, savoring the heft of that juicy flesh in his rough hands.
âDamn,â Smoke stared over her shoulder and down at her rump, âthis big assâŚmmmâŚmmmâŚmmmâŚI wanna look at that pussy, babyâŚI still have that picture of your pussy in my walletâŚâ
Rosetta set up a camera and took photos of herself nude before sending them off to whatever address Smoke told her to send it to. Heâd beat his fat dick every night to all her photos. He stole a pair of her panties as a reminder of her scent. Anything to keep his sanity.
âYou do?â Rosetta stared up at Smoke.
âYeah,â Smoke retrieved his wallet from his pocket. He presented the photo to Rosetta. It had cracks in it from being folded, but her hairy mound, phat clit, and glistening folds stood out against the black and white, âShe still nice and bushy?â
Smoke had a thing for hair. He hated whenever Rosetta would do a clean shave. Since heâd been gone, sheâd started shaving again. Luckily, there was enough hair there to satisfy his desires.
âNot too much, daddyâŚâ
âMm,â Smoke flicked his tongue against her lips.
âI want you to do it to me, daddyâŚâ
âDo it all night long, baby?â
âDo it to me, papaâŚâ
Smokeâs dick jumped and stretched to proportions he couldnât handle.
âI wanna suck on that pussy firstâŚâ
Rosettaâs clit twitched at the thought of Smoke slurping on her pussy cat until she was wrung dry. She had a lot for him to drank up. When she first laid eyes on him tonight, the wetness soaked through and created a slippery, sticky mess. Those big lips and that thick dickâŚ
âLet me smell it,â Smoke picked Rosetta up and sat her down on the cramped counter space, âSpread your fuckinâ legs you sexy, bitchâŚâ
Rosetta made quick work of her thighs spreading wide and limber. Smoke could see a big wet spot in the crotch of her cotton panties. He didnât waste time stroking the outlines of her fat lips that strained against the fabric. Smoke chuckled before slipping her panties to the side. His fingertips graced coarse hair covered in slick and heat. Beyond that was a clit made to be suckled.
âShit, she still get nice and wet for me,â Smoke admired the shine on his thick fingers before bringing it to his nose to take a whiff, âfuccck,â He pushed his fingers into his mouth and licked them clean, âFresh pussyâŚtaste so goodâŚâ
He was down on his knees with his fingers tangled in her panties to keep them out of his way. Rosetta brought one leg up and it opened her lips more for him to eat. The humidity of that kitchen had their brown skin glistening beneath the dim, yellow, lamp lights. Smoke spread her lips and stared into her pussy. Rosetta stroked his slick-back, begging him to put his face in it.
Smoke buried his nose in it first. He rubbed her clit with the tip of his nose before using his lips to encase her clit and suck. He sucked nice and slow to warm her up, but then he created a vortex so tight with his lips Rosetta almost fell from the counter. The sucking came at a rapid paceâprecise and intense.
âUhnnn,â Rosetta gasped and moaned, âDaddy!â
Rosetta stroked her pussy many times to one of her favorite raunchy tunes. Jump Steady Daddy by Lucille Bogan stayed on repeat whenever she rubbed on her clit to the thought of her Smoke Daddy. She missed when he would come to her late at night, sneak in her bed and eat her pussy. She loved it when he would be on his knees, holding her weight up and fucking into her.
Love me, daddy
Love me all the time
Love me, daddy
Love me all the time
And if you love me like I did
You'll be that jump steady man of mineâŚ
âYes, ooh, daddy, papa,â Rosettaâs thighs shook out of her control, âIma cumâŚIma cumâŚâ
The thin straps of her silk slip dangled from her shoulders and perspiration trickled down her spine. She didnât have time to prepare before she was creaming down Smokeâs chin. All he did was suck her clit. He came up for air, lips dripping wet and face glistening with cum.
Her nipples poked out through her slip, teasing Smokeâs eyes. He was as hard as stone, unable to bear the feeling anymore. Smoke stood and picked Rosetta up from the counter, carrying her towards her room. The door was ajar, so all he needed to do was nudge it and he was walking inside. He didnât bother closing the door. Smoke placed Rosetta on her back, climbing on top of her and sticking his tongue in her mouth.
Rosetta smoothed his button down shirt over his shoulders and Smoke pulled his arms through. He had on a white beater that clung to his muscles like plaster. Smoke broke his lips away and trailed kisses down her neck until he was at the tops of her breasts. Rosetta arched up into his chest, soft moans music to his ears.
Smoke used his teeth to yank the rest of her slip down, revealing 34 C breasts with large nipples that reminded him of chocolate-covered gum drops. Rosetta dragged her nails through his hair, messing up the smoothness of it, revealing waves. Her updo had come undone, finger-waved hair falling into her eyes. The salty, sweet taste of her skin caused him to growl.
âDaddyâŚI wanna taste that dickâŚâ
With a deep exhale, Smoke stood up. Rosetta sat up on her knees with her dress around her waist and went to work undoing his slacks. She pushed down his boxers and his pants in one motion, his dick bobbing out like a pendulum and hitting her on the chin. Rosetta admired how girthy and veiny her daddyâs dick is. She licked up the precum before it was wasted and with her eyes on him, she wrapped her lips around him and sucked.
âAhhhhâŚThere you go, babyâŚthatâs how you welcome me homeâŚsuck this big boyâŚgobble it upâŚâ
Her soft hair in his grasp, Smokeâs toned hips pumped her throat. He curled his top lip, revealing golds, grunting at the feel of her tight throat.
âUgh, fuck, babyâŚthe best dick suckinâ bird in NâawlinsâŚâ
Rosetta giggled in response. She prided herself in her skills. Sucking dick and riding dick was her specialty. Smoke licked his lips, eyes barely open as he watched her. He tilted his head and started drilling her mouth. Loud gagging noise started, Rosettaâs once pristine makeup now running down her face.
âYouâre so beautiful witâ my dick in your throat, babyâŚmake daddy cumâŚso I can fuck that pussyâŚâ
His girth increased, Rosettaâs jaws tightening. She grabbed hold of his balls and worked her neck like no other. Smoke chewed on his bottom lip and threw his head back.
âHmmmâŚ.mmmmmmâŚ.â
His hips spasmed out of control. Rosetta almost choked on his thick cum. She had to spit his dick out just to swallow what she could. The rest painted her chest.
âTurn that ass over,â Smoke stepped out of his pants and with one hand on his long dick, he pumped it, âOn your knees, gal.â
Rosetta brought that ass in the air and arched her back deep. Smoke stood behind her with a big dick swinging. Rosetta hadnât felt it in two years. She was afraid. Shaking with fear. He had to open her up again.
âUse them big girl words and tell me what you want,â Smoke slapped her cheeks around, âWhere you want this dick?â
âDaddy, fuck me!â Rosetta begged.
His dick aligned with her ass and with his big hands he tucked it higher. Smoke grunted and slapped her bouncy cheeks.
âOuch! PapaâŚâ Rosetta cried, more from surprise.
It hurt so good. With hands as large as his, he managed to cover a wide area of her ass, leaving behind a burning sting that only made her wiggle her ass against him. Smoke rubbed her down before digging his fingers into the flesh, spreading her wide, and thrusting into her.
âOh, my! Smoke!â
Rosettaâs ass recoiled and bounced off of Smokeâs sturdy hips. He had her by the hair, keeping her back arched. That man was fucking her like he was fresh out of jail. His thick shaft gave her stretch and his length made her feel it in her stomach. The sound of her wet pussy matched the skin-slapping.
âBig dick on you! Fuck!â
Smoke let go of her hair and grabbed her hips. Rosetta looked back at him with her mouth agape and brows knitted together in disbelief. His hair had puffed up and some strands fell over his forehead. He looked wild and sexy. Muscles flexing, golds flashing, eyes unblinking.
âKeep fuckinâ me, papa! Fuck this wet pussy, daddy! Oh my godddddââ
Rosetta fell forward and buried her face in the sheets.
âUh-uh,â Smoke brought one leg up, leaned over her, and wrapped a hand around her throat, âYou can take this dick. Get that shit you want so bad,â Smoke said.
Every cry or whimper that came out of her mouth, he responded with an evil chuckle or a groan of his own in her ear.
âGrip me up like thatâŚgood girlâŚthatâs it babyâŚâ
Rosetta felt hot liquid trickling down her thighs. Tears brimmed her eyes and her body seized up with her release. Smoke withdrew his hips and got down behind her to lick her up. He licked her thighs, then trailed his spit to her folds. He rolled her onto her back and scooted her towards the edge of the bed. Ass hanging off, legs thrown over his shoulders, Smoke put that dick in her pussy and pounded up into her with sharp thrusts that had her toes curling.
âOh, shit!â Rosetta and her swinging titties couldnât handle it, âDamnit, Smoke! Iâm cuminâ !!!!!â
Scooting her onto the bed, he pile-drived her into the creaky mattress. Folded in half was an understatement. She stared down the valley of his impressive body at his dick.
âBig Daddy!â Rosetta pressed her feet into his chest, âFuck me good! Take this pussy!â
âThis my fuckinâ pussyâŚâ
Smoke slammed into her before dropping down to kiss her soft lips again. His thrusts turned into modulated pumps that caused her to gasp. Each time his dick would enter her, she would gasp with surprise. Smoke nibbled on her pouty bottom lip and stared into her eyes longingly.
You know I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you anyhow
And I don't care
If you don't want me
I'm yours right nowâŚ
âCum for me Smoke DaddyâŚâ
His forehead furrowed and with one more sharp thrust, he erupted deep in her womb.
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I have a lil angst/fluff request if your still taking them. Its a single dad azriel x reader. Where he had a baby with Elain but she took off with Lucien and she left Az with the baby (lets say baby is 6 months old and has no wings). Az is kinda freakin out cuz babies and him hes a lil scared on what to do. While on a mission in day court Az then meets reader who has the most beautiful white feathered wings and hes instantly mesmerized. Hes there for such a short amount of time so he decides to shoot his shot and lands himself a few dates (not once mentioning hes a father). He notices once or twice that reader will not engage or awknowledge babies when or if they smile and coo at her, but he thinks nothing of it. On his last night in the Day Court the bond snaps for him ( but not for her) and hes so so freakin happy, he invites her to Velaris to visit his family and meet his son. Hes a lil nervous about it and when he finally introduces them shes so cold and distant, wont even hold the baby or look at him. She flys back home that same night and tells Az some lame excuse that hes nice but he should have started out saying he had a son. Anyway long story short turns out that she had struggled to have a baby with her husband, and when it finally happend she had a rough birth but holding her baby in her arms was worth the wait.
*Trigger warning*
In the end she felt she failed as a mother and couldnt protect her baby from an enemy she had made from being her husband had also died trying to protect their child, so seeing children was just too painful for her and so she tried to avoid at all costs. I see it going both ways Az waiting yrs for her to heal and coming back for her, Or Az and them working and healing together, You can end however you see fit, or not at all of its too triggering. I just hardley ever see single dad Az freaking out over a lil baby. And scared af reader.
"Wounds"
Azriel x Fem!Reader
Warnings: talk of child loss/difficult pregnancy, angst, language, fluff, Az being a worried dad, slight Elain slander, happy ending:)
Word Count: 7.8k
a/n: anon, i know this took ages, but i wanted to get it right. i personally have never experienced this, but i hope i did it justice. my thoughts go out to everyone on here who has experienced child loss or hard pregnancies! <3
Enjoy!
"Please stop crying. Please," Azriel begged, his eyes looking worriedly down at the bundle in his arms. No amount of coddling or singing or rocking seemed to soothe the baby, and he was at his wit's end with exhaustion. He held his son close, savoring the warmth radiating from him. "Come on, Ky. What do you need?"
Kyrell, or Ky for short, looked up at Az, his eyes full of tears. His eyes were dark brown, just like his mother's, and Azriel felt a sharp pang in his chest every time he looked at his son. Those eyes brought back memories full of joy, but mostly pain. Azriel couldn't stop his mind from going back to a little over a year ago, back to that day that had changed everything.
"Are you sure, Elain?" Azriel asked, his voice full of anxiety. His shadows swirled around him, sensing the stress of their master. "Have you talked to Madja?"
Elain squared her shoulders, her face like stone. "Madja was the one who confirmed it. I am sure." She rested a hand over her flat belly. "She said I'm only a few weeks along, but she doesn't think the babe has wings."
Az felt a rush of relief wash through his body. He didn't want to remember what had happened with Feyre, and he would rather die than watch Elain suffer the same way. "Are you... happy? I mean, this was unplanned. We were so careful... I don't know how this happened."
They had both been taking the contraceptive tonic, not willing to take any risks since they were so secretive about their relationship. How had this happened?
Elain took a step forward and took his hands in hers. "I am happy, Az. I've always wanted to be a mother," she said, her voice soft. "Yes, this is unexpected, but this baby is a sign of our love. The outcome of a wonderful and beautiful joining that even the cauldron itself couldn't stop."
Azriel's heart swelled in his chest. He pulled his hand from hers, lowering it to rest on her belly. He could already imagine the life growing inside of her, the future they would have together. He pulled her into his arms and pressed a kiss to her hair. "I don't know how to be a father," he admitted. "But we can figure it out together."
Elain wrapped her arms around his waist, careful of his wings. "Together," she agreed.
Those had been fake words and empty promises. Only a few days after Ky's birth, Elain had disappeared quite literally into the night, leaving everything she owned in the townhouse. Az had returned from a short mission in Winter Court to his son crying in his crib and a note on the nightstand saying that Elain had left to be with Lucien. That she had decided to accept the bond and live with him. That she wanted to leave Azriel and their son to live a happy and carefree life.
Unfortunately, being the single father of a newborn didn't give Azriel much time to grieve, or even be angry, about what happened. So he had done what he always did and buried his feelings deep down into his soul. He had a baby to take care of, and he was afraid of what could happen if he let himself feel.
Ky's wail tore through the room, bringing Azriel back to the present. He had cried like this almost every night for the last few weeks, and Azriel couldn't take it anymore. He wasn't cut out to be a father. He couldn't do this. He should have been more careful with Elain. He should have-
"He's teething," Feyre said from the doorway. She made her way into the room, her footsteps light. "They cry like that when they're teething."
Azriel looked down at Ky as he said, "Does that... hurt them?" He ignored how stupid the question sounded as he asked it.
Feyre smiled softly as she held her hands out. "It's uncomfortable for them, and crying is the only way they can tell you. May I?" she asked, her brows raised in expectation. "I do have some experience with this, you know."
Azriel gently handed Ky to Feyre, his wings drooping to the floor. He had moved into the River House after Elain had left. He had tried to do things on his own, not wanting to inconvenience his family. But after a few weeks of not sleeping, or eating for that matter, Rhys and Feyre had all but dragged him into their home, stating that if he didn't move in with them, they would order it as his High Lord and High Lady.
It had been difficult at first, but now he was so thankful for their help. They knew how to raise a baby because of Nyx, and he gladly accepted any advice they offered. They kept their distance, though, allowing Az to figure out fatherhood on his own.
"I'm sorry if he woke you," Az said quietly. "How long does this last?"
Feyre smiled down at Ky, her hand running over his tuft of black hair. "Until their teeth come in." She looked up at Az, and her face hardened as she saw his expression. "This is normal, Az. Healthy, even. It means he's growing, which is a good thing. But for tonight, Rhys is whipping together a salve we used on Nyx to help with the pain. He should have it ready in the next few minutes."
Azriel released a breath, his shadows moving to swirl around Ky. His shadows loved his son, loved swirling around him to make him giggle. "Thank you," Az murmured to Feyre. "For... for all of this. I don't think I would be standing if it weren't for you and Rhys."
Feyre smiled, her eyes bright with emotion. "You're welcome, Az. I would never let one of my closest friends and nephew suffer." She winked at him. "Besides, who else would babysit while you go on a mission?"
Right, his missions. Since Ky had been born, Azriel had gone on a few missions, but he had reluctantly learned how to delegate the harder ones to his spies. He couldn't risk something happening to him now that he had a son to raise, so he only took the easier ones, and he was never gone for more than two days.
"Ky does love to play with Nyx," Azriel murmured quietly as if that was a good enough reason for his son to be left here while he was gone. What would Az do when Ky got older? How would he explain to him the details of his job to his son? What if Ky didn't-
Az was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't realize Feyre had moved closer to him. "Speaking of missions," she said quietly, her voice low. "Rhys needs you to go to Day Court. Nothing serious, of course. Just routine surveillance."
Azriel nodded distantly, his mind going numb. "Of course. I can leave in the morning." His mind was already racing, preparing to become the shadowsinger and spymaster of the Night Court and not a scared single father.
Feyre smiled softly, her hand cradling Ky's tiny head. "Don't worry about Ky. We will watch him."
For a few moments, the world narrowed down to his sleeping son in his High Lady's arms. He looked so vulnerable and frail, and Az was overcome with a wave of anger and rage.
How could Elain do this to him? Azriel didn't care if she felt nothing for him, but how could she look at this perfect child and decide to leave?
Azriel locked those feelings away as fast as they came, choosing to ignore them rather than face them head-on. "I'll get the details from Rhys in the morning," he said finally. "A routine trip to Day Court can't be that difficult."
---
It turned out that a routine trip to Day Court could be that difficult. Immediately upon arrival, Azriel quickly realized how much training his spies here lacked. He had spent hours rehashing the basicsâhow to blend into a crowd, how to remain silent in the shadows. These spies were supposed to be his eyes and ears, yet they couldnât even follow the simplest of protocols.
Most infuriating of all, they hadnât been sharing information with each other. One claimed to know about the political shifts happening within the Day Court, but when pressed, they admitted it was only rumors. Another had no idea about the movements of the courtâs key players. It was as if they were all operating independently, blind to the larger picture.
Prythian was shifting, changing, and these people had failed to notice. Azrielâs temples pulsed with a dull ache, the constant incompetence chipping away at his already thinning patience. How had it gotten this bad? How had they let things slip so far?
By the time the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the streets of the Day Court, he was no longer hiding in the shadows. There was no point. His headache had grown unbearable, a sharp reminder of how much he longed to be somewhere elseâanywhere else. He thought of his son. He missed him fiercely, the boyâs infant giggle, the way his tiny hands would reach up for him when he returned home.
But now, he was trapped in this beautiful, sunlit prison, surrounded by spies who couldnât even spy. The thought made him grit his teeth.
He had just turned the corner onto another street when he was stopped in his tracks. Before him stood the most beautiful female he had ever seen, but what caught his attention was her feathery white wings. They shimmered faintly in the sunlight, as if they had been dipped in iridescent powder.
"Hey, watch it asshole!" The yell came from a disgruntled bystander who didn't appear to be happy with Azriel's sudden stop in the middle of the busy street. With another curse, the bystander made their way around Azriel's hulking form, so obviously out of place here in Day.
Azriel shrugged it off, taking a step forward to keep walking down the street, but he was stopped by the sound of a lovely female voice.
"It's not every day we get someone from the Night Court around here," the female said with a smile.
Azriel blinked. It seemed that the commotion on the street had been loud enough to catch the beautiful female's attention. She now stood before him, her white wings tucked in tight.
"Am I that obvious?" Azriel asked finally. He had years of practice at blending in, and this female had called him out immediately.
She chuckled, the sound soft like wind chimes. "Well, black isn't really a Day Court color. And," she said, gesturing to his wings, "I don't know of another court that has winged males."
Azriel shrugged nonchalantly. "You never know. Maybe I'm from a court nobody has ever heard of. I could be an undiscovered creature, here to make a home in Day Court."
Azriel had always been good with females, never struggling to use his charms and looks to woo them. Hell, he usually didn't have to even say anything.
But right now, he honestly didn't know what the fuck he was saying. An undiscovered creature? If Cassian ever heard about this...
The female laughed again, this time tipping her head back. Azriel was mesmerized by the sound, his chest tingling. "You're not a creature," she said matter-of-factly. "You're Azriel. The shadowsinger."
Az crossed his arms, his eyes looking at the female warily. "You've heard of me?" He knew he had a reputation in Prythian, and it wasn't a good one. Normally, it wouldn't bother him if others knew what he did, but something about this female made him want to fall to his knees and repent for all of the wrongs he had done.
"Of course I have. You fought in the War." She was smiling at him, her cheeks dimpling slightly. "Besides, I've always been curious about shadowsingers, so it's only right that I would know about the only one alive."
His shadows were swarming him now, despite the bright sun. We like her, they whispered to him. She is different than the others.
Az cleared his throat, his eyes on her wings "Your wings... I've never seen any like that before."
She looked over her shoulder at her wings. "I got them from my mother, or so my father says. I wouldn't know. She died when I was young, and I don't remember her very well." Despite the dark turn of the conversation, her tone was light, her smile still plastered on her beautiful face.
Azriel found himself smiling slightly. "Well, they are very beautiful." He felt a blush creep onto his cheeks as the compliment left his lips, but her bright smile washed it away.
"Thank you, Azriel," she responded, her eyes bright. She tilted her head as one of his shadows wrapped itself around her wrists. "I like your shadows," she said with a giggle.
His shadows never acted like this with anyone, not even Elain. With Ky, they were protective mother hens, but now, they almost seemed... enamored.
Azriel was not usually the type of male to ask a female out who he had quite literally just met. But he knew he would hate himself if he didn't at least offer her dinner, so after a few moments of watching his shadows swirl around her, he asked, "Would you like to join me for dinner tonight?"
She looked up from his shadows, her brows raised. She sheepishly bit her lip as her wings twitched. "I would," she said. She offered him her hand, rings glinting on her fingers. "I'm Y/N, by the way. I figured you would ask my name before asking me out on a date, but I have always heard of the strange Night Court customs."
Azriel took her hand, fighting the urge to look at his scarred skin against her perfect flesh. "My apologies. I, uh, I-" He struggled to come up with an excuse for his lack of manners, but he came up short.
She patted him on the shoulder gently. "I can forgive you. As long as you pay." She clicked her tongue, looking past him to the shops lining the streets. "Day Court is amazing, but I swear it has the most expensive food..."
Azriel smiled as he listened to her ramble on, following her as she made her way through the crowd. His shadows still swarmed her, but she didn't seem to mind.
After all, it was only one date, and then he would go back to the Night Court... and to his beloved son.
---
One date turned into three, and Azriel couldn't help but admit to himself how much fun he was having. He had not laughed this hard in ages, and even though he had only known her for two days, he felt more open and seen than ever.
He had told her all about his training in the camps, the wars, the Inner Circle. She had listened intently, even diving into her own life. It turns out that she worked at a small bookshop in the city, and she had two roommates in a small townhouse.
She seemed to have such a simple, perfect life, and Azriel found himself full of envy. He tried to fight it, but as he listened to her talk about her daily routines, he wondered what it would be like to live such a life.
"Why were you up at three in the morning, anyway?" she said with a laugh. They were walking down the streets, enjoying the quietness that came with nighttime in the Day Court. "Most people are asleep then."
Azriel paused for a moment. He had been telling her of the time he had found Cassian eating an entire chocolate cake with his bare hands in the kitchen. He had been up because Ky had been crying, and he had wandered into the kitchen for a bottle, only to find a chocolate-covered Cassian and a pissed of Nesta.
Azriel had told her many things, more than he had ever told anyone, but he left out the fact he had a son. He didn't know how to bring that up, afraid she would judge him, or worse... take pity on him for his unfortunate situation. The thought of someone feeling sorry for him twisted his stomach, and he wasn't ready to see that look in her eyes.
"I couldn't sleep," he said at last. "What? They don't have midnight snacks here in the Day Court?"
She rolled her eyes playfully. "Midnight snacks, yes. Three-in-the-morning snacks, absolutely not."
"Well, you're missing out. You should really try-"
Azriel was cut off as a young fae female walked up. She was pretty, with pointed ears and bright red hair. In her arms, she held a small child, no older than two or three. The child was wrapped in a pink blanket, sleeping soundly against the female's chest.
Azriel's heart clenched as a wave of homesickness swept over him. He missed Ky terribly. He knew he was doing alright, thanks to his earlier check-in with Rhys and Feyre, but he longed to be the one holding his baby. He could almost feel the weight of his son in his arms, the scent of him, the way his little hands would reach for Azriel in the middle of the night.
"Y/N!" the female greeted, her tone warm. "I haven't seen you around in ages! How have you been?"
Azriel's companion smiled, but he could see something dark in her eyes. "I've been... good." Her voice was tighter than usual, all signs of her earlier laughter gone. "And you?"
"Oh, you know. Tired all the time, thanks to the little one crying at all hours of the night." The female smiled softly, bouncing the child gently in her arms.
Azriel could understand that, at least. He would never forget the time he almost put his boots in the fridge instead of the milk because of his exhaustion.
"Yes, well. I've always heard motherhood can be difficult, but you look amazing- if that counts for anything." As Y/N spoke, Az noticed how she made it a point not to look at the sleeping child, keeping her eyes on her friend's face.
Perhaps, she didn't like children? Or maybe she wasn't really friends with this woman, and she was trying to appear uncomfortable to get out of the situation?
The other female's gaze lowered for a moment. "I am sorry. I.. I-" she stammered for a few moments before shaking her head, seeming to right her thoughts. "Right. Well, I'll leave you two alone." She smiled kindly at Az. "Enjoy your evening."
She quickly hurried off, leaving Azriel to stare at Y/N. "Are you alright?" he asked lowly, daring to place a gentle hand on her arm. Her gaze had gone nearly vacant, and he decided he would do anything to bring back the warmth from earlier.
She blinked whatever emotion she was fighting away. "I'm fine. That woman is always driving me up the walls. Always coming into my store, asking if I can spare any free books."
Azriel nodded, but something told him there was more to the story. He decided not to press it. "Shall we?" he asked, offering her his arm.
The two of them made their way down the street, once again laughing and carrying on as if nothing had happened. But there was still a shadow there, a voice telling him that there were still pieces of her that he didn't understand.
---
The mating bond snapping into place took Azriel completely by surprise. It was Azriel's last night in the Day Court, and she had been showing him her bookstore.
She had handed him a new arrival, her eyes alight with passion, when he had felt that snap inside of his chest. He had stumbled back into a shelf, his wings pushed against the wood, his hand on his chest. He was still struggling to breathe as she leaned over him, her voice soft.
"Azriel?" she asked, her tone full of worry. "Are you alright? Let me go get you some water-"
Mate. You are my mate. His thoughts were drowned out by a deafening ringing in his ears, and it took all of his self-control to not blurt them out in a fit of happiness.
After he regulated his breathing, Az forced himself to stand upright. "I'm fine," he murmured, his eyes on her face. She was looking at him with worry and shock, her arms out to catch him in case he stumbled again. "Are you- do you feel anything?"
Her brows furrowed as she shook her head. "No. Other than worrying about you tearing down my new bookshelf," she said, but there was a teasing smile on her lips.
I guess the bond only snapped for me, Azriel thought to himself. It made sense, of course, but it would make things a lot less complicated if she felt it, too.
It was in that moment that Azriel decided that she needs to see all of him. Where he comes from, his family... his son. If she wanted to be his mate, it would be on her terms, not his.
He ignored the voices plaguing his mind, telling him that this wonderful female would never choose him, especially once she realized the baggage he carried. No, he let himself feel this happiness, the first true happiness he had felt in a long time.
His mate. He had found his mate.
"You know tonight is my last night here," he said, taking a step toward her. "But, maybe we can have more nights together?"
She had been in the process of placing the book on a table, but her hand stopped as she heard his words. "What do you mean?"
Azriel bit his lip as nervousness filled his chest. "I mean I would like to take you to the Night Court. Just for a visit, of course." He smiled at her, feeling awkward for the first time in centuries. "So you can see all of the strange rituals we have there."
For a moment, Az thought she would decline. Her face paled slightly, and her lips tightened. But eventually, a beautiful smile bloomed across her face, like the sun rising at dawn.
"I would like that," she said cheerfully. "I haven't left Day in a while. Are you wanting to leave tonight?"
He thought his heart would beat out of his chest with happiness, but he forced his voice to remain steady. "We could, as long as you have everything in order here with the store."
She placed the book on the table and took his hands in hers. "I can talk to my roommates. They can keep eyes on the place while we're gone. I need a vacation, anyways."
Azriel laughed, the sound deep and joyous. He gestured a hand toward the door. "After you," he said. "I've been wanting to see what those wings look like in flight."
---
Her wings were the most beautiful things he had ever laid his eyes on. Even though it was dark, they shimmered under the moonlight, their color shifting to silver.
They laughed as they flew, and Az was surprised at how well she could keep up with him. She was able to follow his maneuvers expertly, dipping and rolling along with him. He made it a point to ask her who she was trained by later.
The River House was quiet when they landed. His shadows alerted him to the fact that Rhys, Feyre, Nyx, Ky, Nesta, and Cassian were all inside, having just finished dinner.
"It seems that everyone is here," he murmured to her, taking her hand in his as he walked up the steps. "This is your last chance to turn back."
She pulled her eyes away from her surroundings long enough to look at him. "After I flew all this way? I don't think so," she said with a giggle.
He pushed the door open, his hand still in hers. He led the way into the small sitting room, the air warm and smelling of citrus and jasmine. His family was all here, seated in chairs around the fire. His eyes roamed the room, looking for Ky, and he found him sleeping in a small basket next to the fire. Nyx was sleeping next to him, the small boy having placed his hand protectively over the babe.
Azriel felt his chest ease at the sight of his son, safe and warm. He wanted to run to him, but he needed to ease his mate into this.
"Az," Rhys greeted, standing up from his chair. "We were wondering if you would be back tonight." He walked toward them, a smile on his face, but that smile faltered a little when he saw the female next to his brother. "And who is this?"
She stepped forward, radiating confidence as she introduced herself. "I'm sorry for intruding on your evening, but Azriel offered to show me around the Night Court. I've always heard lovely things about it."
Azriel met Rhys's violet stare. A stranger in Velaris, Az? Rhys asked into his mind. You were only supposed to go on a routine mission.
Azriel decided it was best not to beat around the bush. She's my mate. She means no harm. She is kind. And nice. And I wanted her to meet all of you.
Rhys nodded slightly. He raised a brow. Everyone?
Azriel glanced over at Ky. Everyone, he responded.
Rhys must have communicated with Feyre, because she gracefully walked over to Ky, sweeping him gently up in her arms. She smiled affectionately at Nyx as she moved over to Azriel. "He's been sleeping well," she whispered. "And eating well. I swear he's gained ten pounds since you were gone."
Azriel could no longer deny his paternal instincts, so he quickly took Ky in his arms, savoring the warmth radiating from his small body. "Did you miss me, little one?" he murmured to him as his shadows swarmed the baby, searching for any sign of distress or harm.
Azriel turned, a smile on his face as he found his mate's face. He expected her to be curious, or shocked, at the sight of a baby in his arms.
But nothing could have prepared him for the look of raw pain on her face as she looked at Azriel and Ky. "Who is that." It wasn't a question. Her voice was hard and tight, and Az swore she was holding back tears.
"This is Ky," he said gently, worry and fear creeping in as he took in her expression. "My son."
She quickly tore her eyes away, searching around the room. They fell on Nyx, who was still sleeping soundly on the floor, and she stepped back as a gasp flew from her lips.
Azriel could sense the unease radiating off Rhys and Feyre, already preparing themselves to defend their family. Cassian and Nesta stood next to each other on the far side of the room, their backs straight, their eyes holding predatory intent.
It was only Azriel, who was still holding Ky, who forced himself to remain calm. "Would- would you like to hold him? He's quite small, but he's so warm and-"
"NO!" she screamed, her body trembling as she stepped backward toward the door. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she covered her face with her hands. "I can't. No. No. No."
Feyre quickly stepped forward, taking Ky out of Azriel's arms. Calm her down. Now, Azriel, she whispered into his mind, but it was the voice of the High Lady.
"Come on," he muttered to his mate, reaching for her arm to pull her outside. "Let's go outside." She didn't fight him as he hauled her through the door and down the steps. The night air was cold, but Azriel didn't feel it.
He could only feel pain, anger, rage, and a hurt like no other. What had he said or done to send her into this kind of panic? Was the thought of him being a father truly so horrible?
Once they were outside, she ripped herself out of his grasp. "I'm going home." Her voice was distant now, devoid of any emotion.
He moved to step in front of her, his eyes pleading. "Please. Let me explain all of this-"
She pushed him out of the way, her wings unfurling as she prepared to take flight. "You're a nice male, Azriel," she said. "I... like you. I do. But you should have told me about this. About him."
Azriel fought the urge to snarl at her tone when speaking about his son. "Is it really that bad that I'm a father?" Though he was angry, his voice came out broken.
She looked at him then, her eyes softening slightly. "No. It's the fact that you don't understand. You could never understand."
"Then tell me! Help me understand!"
She shook her head as she pushed off the ground, his wings catching the air, hauling her up. "Goodbye, Azriel."
Her voice carried on the wind as Azriel watched her take off into the night, taking a piece of his heart with her.
---
1 year later
"Come on, Ky. You can do it!" Azriel encouraged, his hands out to catch Ky. The Velaris sun was blinding, but Az kept his attention on his boy, not daring to miss the sight of him taking his first steps.
Ky was standing on small, wobbly knees, his tiny face scrunched up in determination. He took a small step forward, then another, and another-
"Gods! You're doing it, son!" Azriel exclaimed in happiness.
Ky took one more step before his tiny legs gave out, but Azriel was there to catch him, as he always would be. He swooped him up, pressing a kiss to his chubby cheek. "I'm glad to know you got that determination from me, at least," he said to Ky.
Ky gave him a toothy smile as he giggled, his attention already captured by Az's shadows as they swarmed him, seeming to offer their own form of praise.
In the last year, Azriel had heard nothing from Elain. He had heard from his spies that she and Lucien had welcomed their own child into the world, a little girl who Azriel had not bothered to learn the name of.
A year ago, he would have been heartbroken beyond repair at the thought of Elain choosing to start a family with another male, even though she already had a family here. But since then, Azriel had taken the time to heal, choosing to let go of any bitterness and anger.
Ky deserved better than having a father who was pissed off at the world, and Az had vowed to himself to be the best father the world had seen. He didn't know what a good father looked like, but he was learning, and he had Rhys and Cass and the rest of his family to help him.
There was one part of his healing that he was struggling with though- his mate. The female who had quite literally flown off into the night at the sight of Ky. Az had not heard from her since that night, so he never got an explanation as to why.
He tried not to hold it against her, hoping that, if they were meant to be together, things would work out in the end.
"Uncle Azriel!" Nyx's voice, though the boy was small, boomed across the lawn. "Want me to take Ky in for his nap?" Nyx was the best cousin to Ky, always making sure the boy was eating and sleeping properly.
Hell, sometimes he was even more on top of things than Azriel was.
"Sure," Azriel said, placing Ky in Nyx's arms. "He just took his first steps. He deserves to rest."
Nyx's eyes widened. "He took his first steps and I missed it?" He blew out a breath. "You should have called for me!"
Azriel chuckled as he ruffled Nyx's black hair. "Sorry, kid. At least you were there for his first word."
In fact, Nyx had been the first word Ky had said. Of course, it had sounded more like "Byx" than anything else, but Nyx had gloated about it for days afterward.
Azriel watched Nyx carry Ky into the house, smiling to himself. It was moments like this that he was thankful for his life. Things had gotten better, so much better. He had a family now, a place where he belonged. A son, a perfect boy who looked just like him-
His thoughts were cut short as he heard soft wing beats from above. Not Illyrian wings, he realized, but something softer, like feathers.
Azriel squinted into the sun, watching small shape grow closer and closer, until the small body of a female landed in front of him.
But it wasn't any female. It was his mate.
"Hello, Azriel," she said, her voice soft. Her face was full of nervousness, and she was biting her lip and wringing her hands. She tucked her wings in tight. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
For a moment, Azriel could only blink at her. She's here. She's really here.
"No. No. Of course not," he blurted out, taking a step toward her. His shadows swarmed her, just as they had when they first met. She smiled down at them, but the smile didn't meet her eyes. "Why are you here? Are you in danger?"
She shook her head, her hair falling around her shoulders. "No. I'm fine. Everything is fine." She went back to biting her lip again as she spoke. "I've been thinking... I think you deserve an explanation of what happened last year. I owe you that. The way I reacted was wrong, and I want to explain."
"You don't owe me anything," Az said, running a hand through his hair. "I should have told you about Ky. It was wrong of me to force him onto you like that."
She smiled again. "No. You did nothing wrong. I don't know your situation, but..." She took a step forward, craning her head up to look at him. "I would like to hear about it now if you want to tell me. I promise not to fly away again."
Despite himself, Azriel laughed. He angled his head over to a small table and chairs Feyre had set up on the east end of the house. "We can talk over there," he said. "Nobody will disturb us."
The two of them walked in silence, the soft wind rustling through the trees. Azriel was nervous, not knowing what to say to carry on an easy conversation. He could feel the unease radiating from his mate, so he decided it was best to keep his mouth shut.
âYou go first,â she said once they had situated themselves in the chairs. âMy story is⌠well- just go first, Az. Please.â Her voice trembled at the end of her sentence, her eyes watery.
Azriel reached a hand over and laid it atop her own, squeezing gently. He took a deep breath before letting the painful story spill from his lips. He told her of Elain and the short romance that had followed the War. He told her of Ky's birth and the disaster that had followed. He spoke to her of his feelings, the feelings that he had not spoken to anyone, not even his family.
By the end, silent tears were streaming down his face, and he sucked in a breath as she gently reached over and wiped them away, her face full of understanding.
"She just... left?" she asked, her voice full of something like wonder, as if she couldn't understand how a mother could do that to her child. "And you've been raising Ky on your own?"
Azriel nodded once. "Well, mostly on my own. My family has been helping me, but that hasn't made it easy."
She took a deep breath, her eyes on his face. "I am sorry that happened. I don't think I would have survived that, if I were in your position." She paused for a moment, biting her lip.
"You don't have to tell me your story, you know," Azriel said, his tone gentle. "Believe me, I understand that some things are... difficult to discuss."
"I was married once," she said abruptly, her eyes moving to look at the city. "We were so happy together, but we were only missing one thing. A child."
Azriel's heart stuttered inside his chest as she spoke. He forced his face to neutrality, not wanting the warring emotions inside his mind to scare her.
She continued on, her voice vacant, "We tried for years to get pregnant, but it wasn't easy for us. We had so many false positives, and each time it happened, I felt as if a piece of my heart broke. We finally gave up, so we were surprised when I got pregnant a few years later."
"We were happy, so happy... but I had a hard pregnancy. By the third month, I was already placed on strict bedrest, completely forbidden to leave my bed except to relieve myself or get food. The labor was even worse. It took two days for our babe to arrive, but the pain and suffering was worth it to hold him in my arms. To hear his little cries and to feel him wrap his tiny hand around my finger."
Azriel watched silently as her eyes filled with tears, but he was too shocked to move. He had a horrible pit in his stomach, afraid of where this story was going.
"My family lived in peace for a few years. We had such a quiet life, you see, filled with so much love and joy... I never thought of how fast it could all be ripped away..." The tears in her eyes spilled over, coating her cheeks. "There was a male in Day Court. He was a harsh man, but he had always liked me. He was the one who taught me how to fly. He was in love with me, so he got angry when I got married, and even angrier when I had a child. I never thought he would do anything, though. I was so wrong..."
"One night, we were sleeping in our home. The male broke in and pulled my husband and me out of bed. I was so shocked, I was unable to fight, unable to do anything as I watched him go to my son's bedroom. I couldn't do anything as I watched my husband try to fight him off, only to get killed in the process. I was helpless as I listened to my boy's cries grow louder and louder, only to be silenced as he was murdered... Because of me."
She started sobbing uncontrollably, and it was all Az could do to wrap her in his arms, trying his best to shield her from the horrors of her memories.
She was breathless as she continued on, her face pressed against Azriel's chest. "What kind of mother am I? I couldn't even protect my own child when he needed me the most. I couldn't face what I had done, so I ran after that, moving into the capital city. I didn't even bury my son. There's no place I can go to honor his memory... I tried to forget my prior life, not telling anyone what had happened. My roommates don't even know."
She pulled away from him, tipping her face to look up at his. "That's why I ran, why I couldn't look at my friend's child that night. It's too painful for me to see a child. I get bombarded with these memories, and all I can see is my son's face, screaming for me to help him."
She was silent after that, her voice broken. So Azriel held her, trying to find the words. But there were really no words to offer a grieving mother. There was nothing he could say to heal these wounds.
Finally, he asked, "What was his name? Your son?"
She froze for a moment, and Azriel worried he had asked the wrong question. But she said, "Alek was his name. He..." She shook her head. "That night when I saw you with Ky... He reminds me so much of my Alek."
Azriel released a breath. "Thank you for telling me. I can't even begin to imagine what that must feel like," he said quietly. "But I need you to know- nothing could ever take away the love you gave Alek, or the love he had for you. You carry that love with you, and you hold onto it." He hesitated for a moment, moving his hand up to cup her face. "I'm here. For whatever you need- whether that's to talk, or to sit and grieve. Just know you're not alone anymore."
Despite her grave expression, she smiled. "Now you're starting to sound like my mate. I was wondering when the sweet talking would start."
Azriel gaped at her, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "You... you knew?"
She nodded. "The bond snapped for me before I flew off that night. I almost stayed, but I knew I needed time to heal before I could be the mate you deserved. So I left, and I've been working on my healing since then. I am better, but I still have hard days, so I understand if you need more time..."
Azriel cut her off with a quick kiss. "I still have hard days, too. But we can face them together. Nobody needs to deal with their problems alone. We can't let the hard days win."
She smiled, and he felt his chest warm as the life returned to her expression. "I would like that. Together," she agreed.
Azriel took a deep breath. "Would you like to see Ky? You don't have to if it will be difficult, but if you stay here..."
"I would love to," she said quietly, her eyes shining. "I'm alright. I want to meet your son."
Azriel led the way into the quiet River House, thankful that most of his family had left for the day. Once they got to Ky's room, he quietly pushed the door open, knowing he was sleeping.
"It's his nap time," he said. "It's probably best you meet him when he's not screaming his head off."
She smiled at Ky as she walked over to the crib, placing her hand on the rails. She looked up to Az, her face warm. "May I hold him?" Her voice was quiet and filled with awe.
Azriel nodded. "Of course you can, love."
Gently, she raised Ky out of the crib, cradling him to her chest. He didn't stir other than snuggling into her warmth, his small face innocent as he slept. "He looks like you," she said quietly, her eyes roaming Ky's face.
"Thank you," Azriel said proudly, a silly smile on his face.
She gasped softly as Ky wrapped his hand around his finger, his hand so small. He murmured contentedly as he slept, and Azriel realized Ky had never had this. Of course Feyre and Nesta had held him, but he had never had someone hold him with a motherly love.
Azriel's heart warmed at the sight, and he couldn't help himself as he walked over, and wrapped them tightly in his arms.
They stood there in the quiet, and Azriel swore he could hear the sounds of old wounds healing,
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6 months later
"Where are we going, Az?" she asked, giggling as Azriel pulled her to the outskirts of the city. "There's nothing over here."
He looked back at her, offering her a wink. "That's what you think, angel."
The last six months had been filled with happiness, joy, and healing. They both had hard days, but they had been there for each other every time, honoring their promise to face it together.
Ky was growing faster than Azriel liked. He was walking and talking now, and he was even learning how to eat by himself. Just earlier this morning, Azriel had whined, complaining that his son would no longer need him soon.
She had slapped him gently on the arm. "That's what babies do, Az," she had said, kissing him gently on the cheek. "They grow, yes, but they will always need us."
She had become a mother to Ky, there was really no other way to put it. She would clean him and put him to bed, doing all the things that Azriel himself had struggled to manage with ease. A few weeks ago, Ky had called her "Mama", which caused her to cry with happiness and pain commingled.
The two of them were set to accept their mating bond next week, and Azriel couldn't be happier. They had learned so much about each other, and he had found himself falling more and more in love with this female each day. There was one thing he needed to do, though, which was why he was dragging her to this place.
On the outskirts of Velaris, there was an opening in the trees to a place where many people didn't go. At least, not those who had never experienced the loss of a loved one.
As they walked up the path, he could see the small stones poking out of the ground, their engravings holding the names of the people in the ground.
"Azriel," she said quietly, her hand tight in his, "why did you bring me to a cemetery?"
He smiled softly at her, leading her to a small stone, newer than the others, its engraving easy to read. "I wanted you to see this."
She looked at the stone, her eyes filling with tears as she read the words there.
Alek
"Forever Loved, Never Forgotten"
Though your time was brief, your light will shine in our hearts for all eternity.
In the embrace of the stars, you rest, but in our hearts, you live on.
Azriel watched her face as she read, worrying if he had chosen the right words to put on the headstone. Maybe he should have made it shorter? Was it too much?
He was pulled from his thoughts as she suddenly wrapped her arms around him, throwing her body against his. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said between sobs. "It's perfect, Az."
"I know his body isn't here, but you can come here whenever you like. To remember him," Azriel said as he held her, running his hands through her hair.
She pulled away then, her eyes bright with love. "I can't wait to be your mate," she said, smiling through the tears.
Azriel laughed, his heart full. The wounds of the past would always linger, like shadows that never fade. But with those you love by your side, even the deepest scars could begin to heal, and in their place, hope could grow.
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campfire games
luke castellan x reader - percy jackson and the olympians
[established relationship, fem!daughter of ares reader]
summary: bets are fun, until they arenât. youâre fine though. luke knows youâre an absolute badass.
warning: pushy male behaviour, suggestive comments, swearing, bets, threats, assault (physical), sexual harassment.
word count: 1.6k
(help iâm writing too many of these but this is the only other good one also feel free to leave requests yall iâm on summer break i have so much time and need something to do đ¤Šđ¤Š)
(also i am still in love with luke castellan thank you very much I CAN FIX HIM PLSSSS)
(also very sorry to anyone named andrew it was the first name i thought of)
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there wasnât much that your siblings in the ares cabin liked more than winning capture the flag, but watching you tear down another boysâ ego was definitely one of those few things.
campfires were great for many reasons. singing, marshmallows, gamesâand bets. when chiron and mr d. turned in for the night early, something that rarely happened, the bets would come out. guys would try and talk to you, your siblings would intercept them, find out what they wanted, then place bets among themselves and with other campers as to how long it would take you to tear them down a few notches, or, on occasion, tear them a new one.
clarisse patted your shoulder as two of your brothers talked to another camper. âincoming.â
âdetails?â you picked at the chipped red polish of your fingernails.
âson of apollo. been here for about two months. andrew. something about wanting to go on a date with you and thinking youâre prettier than the aphrodite girls.â she rolled her eyes. âhe tried it on with me before and doesnât like taking no for an answer, so break his spirit completely. or, you know, his bones.â
you saluted her teasingly. âyes, maâam. you can count on me, sergeant.â
she patted your shoulder again with a joking grin. âgood on you, private. godspeed.â
with that, she left you sitting alone.
well, not really alone.
luke castellan had somehow ended up as your bodyguard in all of these cases. probably something to do with the fact that youâd been dating in secret for the last three months. you werenât a huge fan of keeping your relationship a secret, but when youâd told clarisse, she told you that her and your other siblings wanted to keep making easy money, and betting on me was the best way to do that. since everyone thought you and luke hated each other anyway, it was easy enough to keep it up, but as your mocking remarks turned to teasing, then to flirting, it was getting more and more difficult. and as he was getting more attractive each day, it was getting harder not to kiss him in front of everyone at camp.
you swivelled in your seat to look up at him. he was sitting three rows back, almost hidden in the darkness, a distinctly put out look on his face.
âyou hear that?â you asked with raised eyebrows and a grin on your face. âhe thinks iâm prettier than the aphrodite girls. when have you ever said that?â
âi told you youâre prettier than a model one time and you punched me,â he said dryly. âand then i said you look like a goddess while fighting and you punched me again.â
âin my defence, i did hate you at the time.â you shrugged. âgot my back?â
âalways.â he said seriously.
you grinned and winked at him as you turned around, waiting for the newest idiot to come annoy you.
luke had, once upon a time, been one of those idiots in your mind. he irritated you to no end. he was better than you at sword fighting, so you bested him at everything else. he was more popular than you, so you became one of the most well-liked people at camp. all of your attempts to break him down, however, only made him fall in love with you. now, there you were, wishing you could be sitting beside him instead of waiting for some loser to come annoy you to death.
ây/n, hey.â andrew said, sitting next to you, probably a little too close.
you looked over at him. âandrew, right?â
he nodded, his smile widening as you knew his name.
you sat up straighter and scrutinised him, looking him up and down. âyeah, you look like an andrew.â
you heard luke hide a laugh in his cup behind you.
andrewâs face fell a little, but he regained it quickly. âheard you were one of the best fighters in camp.â
âi am.â
âthatâs pretty cool. i mean, i can help you become the best if you want.â
âno, i think iâm okay.â
âcome on, i mean, everyone needs to improve. even the self-proclaimed best. bet iâm better at archery than you at least.â
you looked over at his smirk and had to stop yourself from smirking too. this would be too easy. âno. thanks, though. iâm good on my own. one of the best, remember.â
âyou could be better. we should have a little challenge. a game.â
âi only play games with people i like.â
âyou could like me.â he leaned a little closer. you leaned away slightly. âi bet i could make you like me.â
you had to stop yourself from laughing. âyeah, i donât think so, buddy.â
âbuddyâ was usually all it took to break a manâs ego. youâd used it on luke many times during unusually flirtatious sparring, back when you still pretended to hate his guts. it didnât work on him anymore, but it usually worked perfectly on everyone else.
andrew didnât falter. âi bet i could. give me a chance. let me take on a date. show you a good time.â
âno, thanks,â you said calmly. your siblings were watching intently. clarisse looked ready to step in if you needed it. you wondered what heâd said or done to her to put her on edge. then you realised it wasnât what heâd done to her. it was what he was about to do to you.
his hand was on your thigh, gripping onto the bare skin by the hem of your shorts.
his hand was on your thigh.
gross.
you looked up at him, eyes sharp. you could hear luke shifting slightly behind you. âwhat are you doing?â you voice was deathly calm.
âshowing you that i can show you a good time, princess.â his voice oozed honeyâsickly sweet and sticky, like a fly trap. good thing you hated honey.
âhow about i show you how many bones there are in the hand? by breaking every single one.â your voice was equally as saccharine sweet, but your eyes were glaring daggers into his and your jaw was set tight.
he just shifted his hand higher. you tried to push him off but he was strong. annoyingly strong.
he tutted. âcome on, sweetheart. youâre gonna make a scene.â
you finally managed to peel his hand off your skin. âiâll make a scene, alright. get off me and leave me alone. and while youâre at it, leave my sister alone too.â
he raised his hands, a sickening, sleazy smirk on his face. âi was just being nice, princess. you and your sister need to relax. you especially. i can help you relax.â
âoh, iâd love that. you know how i relax?â you tilted your head mockingly, eyes hard. âi punch my enemies in the face.â
he laughed. âyouâre cute. now, come on. itâs not like youâve got anything going for yourself. i mean, youâre hot, sure, but no guys ever gonna look at you when they realise how much of a bitch you are. not like i will.â
you rolled your eyes and stood up. it was time to go and sit by luke. it grated at you, but if he wouldnât listen to you, maybe heâd listen to another guy.
he didnât let you leave. his hand gripped your wrist and pulled you back to him as he stood up too. you were chest to chest with him. he towered over you, at least six inches taller. you stepped back, but he pulled you in by your waist and laughed.
âlook at how good we look together,â he smirked. âi could show youââ
you punched him in the stomach. he doubled over, finally letting you go, so you kneed his diaphragm. he gasped for air as you stepped back. your friend chris rodriguez whistled appreciatively.
âtouch me, or anyone here, ever again and i wonât just hurt you.â you hissed at him. âiâll beat your ass, then iâll drag you past the boundary and leave you for the monsters. got it?â
he nodded, still hunched over.
âgood boy,â you grit out.
âfucking bitch,â he grunted.
your eyes darkened, but you didnât do anything. your siblings were right behind him, all ready to drag him away. âgood luck walking tomorrow, andrew.â
âgood luck finding a guy stupid enough to fuck you,â he scorned.
you laughed. âhey, luke?â
âyeah, babe?â he stepped down beside you, his hand settling on your hip and pulling you gently into his side. andrew faltered at the sight. he probably hadnât even realised luke was up there.
âare you stupid enough to fuck me?â you asked with raised eyebrows.
he looked like he was trying not to laugh. âoh, iâm way past stupid.â
you didnât care about any of your siblingâs bets anymore. you didnât care that people thought you hated each other. you especially didnât care that everyone was watching. you kissed him. and in front of the whole camp, he kissed you back.
your siblings groaned in disappointment, knowing their betting days were over, but you didnât care. you smiled the stupidest smile ever as you pulled away, feeling like youâd just had your first kiss all over again.
âwhat?â he asked quietly.
ânothing.â you shook your head. âjust glad we donât have to hide anymore.â
after months of kissing behind buildings, pretending to fight in public and avoiding each other so people wouldnât find out, it felt honestly freeing to kiss him in the open.
he kissed you again as your siblings dragged andrew away. âand all it took was an asshole.â
âthanks for not stepping in,â you said. âi had it handled.â
âoh, i know you did. i was more than happy to watch you destroy his ego.â
âgood, because if you had stepped inââ
âiâd be going home in an ambulance?â he smiled.
âno, youâd be going home in a hearse.â
âah, my bad.â
as the campfire kept burning, you sat down with luke. your legs were pressed against his and his arm was around your waist. there wasnât much that you liked more than tearing boyâs egos down, but being with luke castellan was definitely one of those few things.
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