#you are giving a man who spent years all alone and is a gentleman and a literal puppy of a dragon

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Yandere CEO Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Warning: Toxic behavior, age gap, Violence, death, daddy kink, very toxic, smut, porn with a little plot, grumpy Miguel. Modern au- ish. The reader understands Spanish.

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Prologue: Your mother was the type of mother who would move from boyfriend to boyfriend. She could never keep a man on her hip for a long period of time, which was one of the reasons why your father was hardly present (he passed away when you were young anyway). Every time she got a boyfriend, she would forget that you're her daughter and would always choose the man over you. When she told you about her new boyfriend, you were over it. Nothing's new here. When you first met Miguel, you honestly didn't bother to learn a lot about him or to remember his name; however, he stuck the longest. You were quite surprised when you saw him more often. When you entered your freshman year of college, that's when she announced that Miguel wanted the both of you to move in with him.

You weren't too thrilled, but you were happy that your mom was getting serious about this. Besides, Miguel seems to be a nice gentleman. As the CEO of a science company, it was very impressive that your mom caught someone like him. He had manners and was humble about his success. He wasn't the type of rich man who would spend a lot of time partying and drinking; he was laid-back and spent more time in his office. You also hardly ever see him smile. Not seeing him smile made you wonder about the relationship between him and your mom. Three months after moving in, your mom's old habits came back. She would go out and party with her friends. She would drink wine every now and then. You know she makes bad choices when she drinks alcohol, so when you saw her coming home late and drunk, you were disappointed. She acted like a high school girl, which made you feel embarrassed. A lot of people would tell you to give your mom a break and that having a child can be difficult, so you shouldn't judge a mother for having 'fun'. But when you were little, she was late to pick you up from school because she was too busy at the mall with her friends; it made you feel unnoticed. Or when she would miss your school events when they gave you an award for what you're good at because she was too hungover from last night's fun; it made you feel unwanted. Or when one of her boyfriends dragged you outside of the house because you didn't want to leave so they could have some 'alone time' and your mom yelled at you for not listening, it made you feel unloved. Sure, moms have a right to live their lives, but they also have a responsibility to care for their children.

Your mother never really had a job growing up; the both of you relied on money from the man she would be with. This caused your grandparents to yell at your mom when you were little, telling her that she needed to grow up and get a job. Your mom would reply by saying that she never chose this life, and now that she's in it, she could do whatever she pleases. So to be fair, it's not that shocking that she got involved with a rich guy like Miguel.

Sadly, you can say that your concerns were right. You were in your bedroom. After a year of staying at a luxurious house, you are now sitting in your new bed, hearing an argument between your mother and her boyfriend downstairs. The first time you ever heard them argue was at the moment Miguel caught your mom sleeping with other men.

"You're working all the time, so obviously I'm going to get bored here!" your mother yelled at Miguel.

"Oh, so sleeping with other men while I provide for you is totally acceptable, my bad," Miguel argued back.

"Please is not like you would do the same!" Your mom's hands were flying in the air.

He pointed to her with his eyebrows forward and his eyes getting dark. "No, I wouldn't! Unlike you, I have morals."

"Really!? How about that day I caught you doing you know what!" Ah, yes. The day she caught him doing something quite interesting. "Oh whatever, I'm going out. Besides I have a new man who knows how to pleasure me." You could hear the front door slam loudly. Did your mom leave? Did she leave without telling you? Did she leave you alone with her now ex-boyfriend? Is Miguel no longer in your life?

You looked out and saw, with the little opening from your door, Miguel going back and forth from his bedroom back downstairs. You really make out what you can see, but it was clear that he was carrying out suitcases. Most likely your mom's things. Does this mean you have to move out as well? Do you need to start packing? You got up from your bed as Miguel was entering back to his bedroom pinching the bridge of his nose. "Did my mom leave."

He turned around giving you the usual expression he has. "Um....y-yeah she did."

"I'm sorry, I'll leave as soon as possible I'll just pack my things." You were about to enter your room when Miguel stopped you.

"No!" You stopped your tracks and turned to him. "no...I mean. Stay. I don't know where your mom left and I won't like it if you're out there alone. So stay."

You gave him a nod, "O-okay."

It's been five months since your mother left you with her ex-boyfriend. You tried contacting her, but all the calls and text messages were left hanging. You have no clue where she went. Did she actually forget about you? Was she so caught up with her own drama that she forgot about her daughter? Yes, you're an adult, but she left you living with a stranger.

The communication between you and Miguel has been dry. Well, they're always dry. At times during dinner, it would be quiet that no one spoke. Most times, while he's busy at his office, it'll just be you eating alone. You immediately felt guilty that you were using his money, so you quickly got a part-time job so you didn't have to rely on him. You don't really plan to live with him forever, right?

One day after you finished your classes, you decided to go on an apartment hunt. You really felt more comfortable moving out. You have no business living there. Luckily, you're able to find a small, affordable place to live. Not ideal, but you'll take whatever seems fit.

It was close to your college and it was perfect for one person, which is all you need.

When you went back, you couldn't seem to hide the happy smile on your face that you couldn't see Miguel sitting on the couch in the living room." What are you so happy about?" He questioned.

His voice caught you off guard it made you jump a bit. "sorry, I didn't see you there. Um...I found a place to live, so I would be out of your hair soon." You placed your book bag down on the floor.

He got up from the grey leather slate couch and walked towards you. His white dress shirt could barely hide all his muscles, especially with a few buttons undone, revealing more of his tanned chest. "You didn't have to do that, mi amor."

"Well, I can't live here forever and you are going to move on soon so-" You couldn't even finish your sentence.

"When I told you to stay, I meant it." His hand caressed the side of your arm. " Estas tan hermorsa, mi amor. (You're so beautiful, my love)." He grabbed your chin to lift your head up so your eyes could meet his. His touch made you feel some type of way. His serious look made you feel something. You shouldn't feel this. This isn't okay. He shook his head lightly, "How can you afford your own place?"

"I- I got a part-time job and I've been saving up." You took a step back, but only for him to follow you more in. "I just don't see why I have to stay here. My mom is not here and the only reason why I'm here is because of her."

"Let me take care of you." He leans in closer to you. "Let me be with you." His last words were a faint whisper that you couldn't hear it well.

"Miguel, I don't think this is appropriate?" You moved your head to the side, walking away from him. "It's best if I move. I don't think this is right."

"Stay." He says.

"No, I can't." You reply to him with his back turned to you.

He turned to you. "Please stay."

You looked around the house. "It's the best for the both of us if I move out of here. One day, you'll get a girlfriend." Miguel closed his eyes and shook his head."..And..I'll get a boyfriend."

He quickly made his eye gaze to look at you and with a swift speed, he walked up to you. "Boyfriend?" His speed made lose your breath a bit. Your body tense up at how tall his structure is. "Is that why you wanted to move out? You have a boyfriend."

You looked at him confused. Why does he seem bothered by this? you thought. "huh?- No. I mean, not now at least. But I will eventually. Just like how you'll get a new partner."

"No. I won't allow that to happen." He grabbed the side of your arms a bit harshly.

"M-Miguel?" You breathed out.

"You aren't moving out. You aren't leaving here, and you're certainly not going to have a fucking boyfriend." Miguel leaned into your ear saying all of these things to you and you felt completely frozen.

You placed your hands on his chest and pushed him off a bit so you could get out of his strong grip. You walked away from him so far that you felt the big bookcase behind your back. "What's the matter with you! You're my mom's ex-boyfriend. You're older than me. You aren't the boss of me and you are not going to shove me around like the others!" You felt your eyes get glossy. Your eyes opened wide with now hearing everything you had said. You shouldn't treat him like this. He has given you shelter and food. Without him offering you to stay, you'll be homeless right now. "I...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to"

Miguel felt his hands forming a tight fist. "Like the others?"

"No, I don't know what I'm talking about" You palmed your head trying to fix the situation.

He walked closer to you. He didn't break eye contact with you. "Has anyone ever hurt you?" You didn't say anything back which made him frustrated. "Answer me."

You looked up and realized how close he was to you. No matter how far you get away from him, he seems to always find a way to be close to you. "N-no. It's stupid. Just forget what I said. I'll move out and none of this ever happened okay."

"It's not okay! You're. Not. Leaving. Now tell me what you mean by others or I swear I'll do something you won't love." He looked at you with anger in his eyes. He's a very intimidating man. The most intimidating man you ever met. He held your wrist with one of his hands while his eyes were filled with hatred.

You felt your body tremble with his presence." Y-yes. But it wasn't constant. It was just when one of my mom's ex-boyfriends got angry they took it out on me. It's not bad and it's not serious. Please let go of me."

Miguel took a deep breath before letting you go. "I'm not like the others."

"You sure act like them." You said, but instantly regretted it.

"Mi amor, be careful about what you're going to say next. I really, really don't want to hurt you. So please, be a good girl and do whatever I fucking tell you." Miguel lifts his chin up making his statue be more bigger and taller.

"Why can't I leave? Wouldn't it be easier if I left? I won't cause you any more problems if I leave." You plea to him trying to get reason with him.

He walked away from you, throwing his hands around. "Por dios! that's enough about you leaving! I don't want to hear it anymore!" He screamed at you making you feel weak.

"I was wrong about you. I thought that you were good, but I was wrong. You're just like her ex-boyfriends. All of you!Jerks! Now I understand why she did what she did!" You felt your body tremble with how slowly he was walking back to you.

"If you think bringing up that bitch of your mother is going to get me mad then you are wrong. I! Don't! Care! About her! I'm glad that bitch left." He towered over you, "Now, comparing me to those low-life fucking men, you really just want to push my buttons, sweetheart."

"I hate you!" You felt a small speck of tears falling down in the corner of your eyes, feeling it rolling down your cheek.

"Hate me all you want, it won't change the fact that you are staying no matter what. You aren't leaving me." He grabbed both of your wrists pulling you closer to you. He gripped your face, pinching both of your cheeks with his fingertips. "You. Are. MINE!"

He dragged you back to his bedroom. You kept kicking and screaming, but he didn't care, he kept dragging you to his bed. "Please let go of me! I'm sorry!" You begged him to let you go. He opened his bedroom door and pulled you in holding your waist. He threw you on top of the bed. He shut the door and locked it. You quickly pulled yourself together using his pillows as a shield. "Please don't hurt me! Please!" you sobbed.

He grabbed your ankles and pulled you down, sliding you near the edge of the bed. He separated your legs apart and got between them. His eye contact wasn't breaking off with you, following your head movements all around. He grabbed your face again to make you look at him more clearly. "You're gonna behave?" You nodded feeling the hot tears rolling down. "You'll do what I say. You will live here. You will become my wife and you will be mine. End of story."

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The sound of the hot oil and vegetables sizzling filled the entire kitchen. The sound of the front door opening and closing made the chef hurry and place the finished food onto two plates. The chef fixed his white apron and stood by the dining room table with the food ready to be eaten. He saw Miguel waking in wearing his black blazer with his white dress shirt. "Sir, the food is ready."

"Okay, thank you." Miguel took off his blazer letting out a sigh. Work can get complicated for Miguel, so his coming home a little tired was normal. He could hear another pair of footsteps coming closer to him. He looked to his side and saw you standing there.

You stood in front of him with your fingers fiddling with each other. "Hi." You said softly.

He leaned over, giving you a light kiss on the lips. You accepted it. You accepted a lot of things without resisting anymore. He gave a smile and peck on the cheek. "After we eat, I want to take a bath with you."

You nodded as you took your seat on the dining room table. The chef left back to the kitchen to clean up leaving you and Miguel all alone. Not the first time the both of you have been alone, but now it's different. Now you share his bed. Now you give him a kiss on the lips when he leaves for work. Now the both of you shower together and bathe together when he wants to. The first time he wanted to do this, you protested, but it only resulted in him dragging you and stripping you naked.

He hasn't been intimate with you, but you know when that time comes, your cries won't help you.

You've been with him for six months. Six months of you and him sharing a bed together. In total, you've been in the house for two years now. No word from your mother not like you cared anymore. Miguel made you take online college so you don't have to leave the house. As for the part-time job you had, Miguel had to go in and apologize that you can no longer work. Miguel being rich and successful gave him respect for his name so no one questioned him. Miguel brought in his lawyers to deal with your bank account so you can use his instead whenever you feel like it. If you want to buy clothes or shoes online or anything that you like, you can get by using his money. Recently, he's been discussing marriage licenses with his lawyers. He does want you to have a big wedding, but to make it easy, just getting your marriage license and certificate was enough.

Besides, who are you going to invite to a wedding you're being forced to.

"How was work?" You asked.

"Tiring. It would be a whole lot easier if these interns knew what they were doing instead of keeping their hands in their pants. I swear they changed the ways of teaching now. Don't know how they graduated." He swallowed his food, taking a sip of water. "Speaking of which, I talked to the administrator and they will accept you in to finish college there if you want it. Sure, it'll still be online, but you'll get the education you want." Due to your mother relying on her past boyfriends to cover her finances, you didn't exactly have the benefits of choosing your dream college. Miguel insisted for him to get you in. "Although, I don't see why you'll need it. You have me." He has told you that you won't need the degree. Why? Your future husband is filthy rich and intelligent. "How about If I gave two options. Choose to finish college or I'll give two days to go outside every week." It's been six months since you stepped foot outside. You remember the last time you were out in public. It was when you were looking for a place to live. Miguel ended up buying that entire apartment building, flipping it and now owns it. He doesn't really go there or actually work there, he just hired people to run it really. Because of this, people loved him due to his kindness in getting people jobs on top of that he gave people good homes at affordable prices. He's a real hero to the people.

Finish college or go outside two times every week. On the one hand, you want to finish your goal to finish your studies. On the other, you really wanted to go outside and finally breathe some air. what is the catch though? What's the point? If you do finish college, that degree will sit in the closet collecting dust. If you choose to go outside, what else will there be to it? Do you want a little bit of freedom you can get? Or waste your time doing something you're not going to need?

Miguel can see your head thinking of these two options. "If choose to go out, I'll hire two bodyguards to be with you at all times."

What to choose? What to pick?

The water of the bath was warm and it felt relaxing. Your back was resting on Miguel's torso. You could feel his rock-hard abs and chest. Your head rested on one of his pecks. You felt his arms embracing you. You felt the warmth of his body all over you. The last of the bubbles from the body wash went away from your body and his. The sound of water wooshing around filled the bathroom. "I want to go outside." You finally said.

Miguel smiled at you, giving you a kiss on your cheek.

The smile you had never seen before. The smile you thought that never existed on this man was now showing.

You met two bodyguards Miguel hired. They rarely spoke. They hardly made contact with you which wasn't weird. Miguel told them what they had to do while they were in his home office. You waited outside, ready to go out for the first time in six months.

When they finally got out, they took you outside. Miguel kissed you on the lips and told you to have fun.

The two guards were on your side at all times. Even when you were in the bathroom with a bunch of stalls, the female bodyguard went in with you. When any other male figure even turned their heads to you, the male bodyguard gave them a look. The two guards wore sunglasses so you don't even though the color of their eyes.

One thing for sure though, is that they noticed how you didn't buy anything during your trips to the mall or any store. They dressed this to Miguel since they had to report everything you did whenever you would go out.

Eventually, it led to Miguel talking to you. The both of you were in bed getting ready to sleep when you felt his arm wrapping around your torso. "Don't hesitate to buy anything you want. If you want it then get it, mi amor. My money is your money."

If you spend his money it means that you have accepted this fate. You've accepted him and this new life. Are you ready to accept it?

The sun was shining through making everything hot and glow. The beautiful tiles on the floor and little square pots with trees in every other corner and center. People walk by with their shopping bags looking for their store to shop in. The outside mall is probably one of your favorite spots. Look at you, just like your mother. The two guards by your side, walking along with you. The only thing you got was a pretzel. You don't know what you want? Why are you there in the first place?

You offered your pretzal bites to the guards, but they didn't accept it. They're really serious about this then. You ended up seeing a nice jacket on display. It was a jacket perfect for your style. You entered in looking for it. When you finally found it you checked the price and cringed at how expensive it was for you. Do you really need to spend that kind of money on a jacket? Are you even going to wear it?

You let your mind turn off and your body control you. You grabbed the jacket from the rack and made your way to the front counter. The cashier asked you if you found everything okay and you replied yes. When she said the total, you grabbed the card that Miguel gave you and pressed it on the little card reader. When the machine said 'approved' you sighed with how dumb this decision might've been. You walked out of the store and told the guards that you were ready to go home.

Little did you know that one of your mom's friends saw you walking out?

When you got home, Miguel asked you how the trip to the mall was and the guard told them everything that you did. He then asked to see you wear the jacket. You put on the jacket and showed it to him. He got up from his chair and got closer to you. He palmed your cheek and pulled your face to kiss you on the lips. "It looks gorgeous, mi amor. You look gorgeous."

"I might return it." Still not satisfied with the choice you made. Are you ready for this?

"Why?" He questioned.

"I might not even wear it." You said back to him.

"You could wear it to our first date." He said.

He never took you out on an actual date. He's been too busy with trying to get you used to your life. However, since you have been good lately, he felt like it was ready to take you out somewhere special. "Date?"

"Yes. I want to take you. So, tomorrow, I'll come home early, we'll get ready and enjoy ourselves." He kissed your cheek, tracing his lips closer to your ear. "I want our first time to be special."

You had a hard time sleeping. You kept replaying the things he said to you in his office. When you finally shut your eyes, morning already come. Miguel left early for work so you didn't wake up with him by your side. You had your breakfast that the chef prepared. You went back to the bedroom, walking past your old bedroom that you stayed in. Miguel turned it into a regular guest bedroom or an empty bedroom for future 'family members.' You go through your side of the walk-in closet and pick out an outfit (Whatever style outfit fits you). You laid it out on the bed and started to feel a bit nervous.

You never had a man to treat like this. Is it bad? Is it good? He shut you out from the world and forced you to be with him. Should you be grateful? Is Miguel a complete psycho?

You're going to spend a special night with him. Your first time with him. You never thought it would be him. Yes, he's fit and handsome. Yes, he has everything a woman wants. Yes, he's caring and he's caring to you. Are you ready though?

As hours pass you finally got up and took a shower. You get ready, putting on your shoes that match the outfit perfectly. By the time you finished, Miguel already got home and took a shower. You waited in the living room fiddling with your fingers. Picking a bit of skin in your cuticles. If you had a purse, you would clutch onto the straps. Miguel has mentioned that you don't need to carry a purse when you're with him because he has all you need.

When he got out, he was wearing a dark navy blazer with pants that matched, a white dress shirt, and a red tie. His hair was slick back as usual. You stood up. "eres una belleza, mi amor." he said to you.

He took your hand and led you out of the house and into the back of his black SUV. He sat right next to you with his hand on your thigh. On the ride, you hardly spoke. It was just Miguel talking to you about the place you guys are going. You did wonder where he was going to take you.

When you got out of the car, you saw a big helicopter in front of you. The nervousness came back. You never done this before. You clutched to Miguel's arm for comfort. Really, the only comfort you have. "Don't be scared. I'll be right next to you."

He led you inside the helicopter with his help. You put on the headset and strap in the seat belt. Miguel was talking to the helicopter pilot. The pilot is a dear friend of Miguel and is the one to take Miguel wherever he needs. Miguel pointed out the view by your side and told you to look. When you did, you were in awe at how beautiful it was. All the lights blend in. The sunset setting down. It was amazing.

When the stop was made, Miguel helped you out of the helicopter by grabbing your waist and lifting you down. He held your hand as he guided you inside the big fancy restaurant. The restaurant looked like the inside of a Victorian opera house. You won't be surprised if it was one. The hostess said hi to Miguel and took the both of you into a nice room with a nice round table with a white cloth. It was perfectly decorated. All the staff talked to Miguel as if he was a regular here. Again, you won't be surprised if he comes here often. The hostess handed you the menu, even the menu was fancy. The first thing you did notice was the prices. The prices were through the roof. Not even a side salad was affordable. Do the ingredients have magic powers or something? You thought.

"What're you getting?" Miguel asked, placing the many down on the table. The sound of light jazz music played throughout the restaurant and it sounded like it was live.

"I'm getting (Whatever you want)" You looked out trying to take a peek through the red velvet curtains.

"They're playing jazz on the first floor. They bring in jazz players or pianists to play for the people here. Sometimes an orchestra." He said.

You took a sip of your water admiring the architecture of the place that you are in. When the waiter came in, you told him what you wanted, the same with Miguel. Soon, the both of you are eating the most delicious food you have ever tasted in your life.

"Delicious right?" Miguel saw the way you were enjoying it. You nodded in response. "Five years ago, I went here with some business partners to talk about expanding the way science should be taught. When I first tasted the food, I fell in love with it."

"Your past girlfriends must've been happy being here." You said, softly.

"No. I never took any of my ex-girlfriends here. This is a special place for me. I wanted to bring someone who I knew would enjoy it with me forever. That person is you." He went to grab the check that the waiter put down and put his black card inside, handing it back to the waiter.

He took you back out and enjoyed the night and the stars riding the helicopter. He griped on your thigh as you gripped on his biceps. The wind was nice and it wasn't too harsh so it didn't ruin your hair, but the air felt nice on your skin.

Back home, the lights were dimmed. He started to guide back to the bedroom. This is when you felt fear. You forgot about this part. You were enjoying yourself so much that you forgot the other part of the date. He turned your back to him and started to take off your jacket that you just bought. He held your waist sliding his hand up and down.

He then started to shift your clothes off your body until you were left with your undergarments. He turned you around so you can face him. He sat you down on the edge of the bed and began to take off his clothes. He tugged his red tie and threw on one of the armchairs, unbuttoned his dress shirt, unbuckled his belt, and zipped his pants. When he was in his briefs, you felt your heart racing.

He went in and kissed your neck. leaving trails of wet kisses all over your collarbone. You felt his fingers trying to unhook your bra, but you quickly grabbed his arms to stop him. "Wait. I don't think I can do this."

He stopped kissing you and pulled away to look at you. "Why?"

Why? Is he serious? Why? "Because I don't want it." You saw him placing his hand on his forehead and his other hand on his waist. "Because you're my mom's ex-boyfriend."

"Ay, que caramba! Por dios! ya estoy harto que tu siempre mencionas esto!" He yelled at you. "I don't love her! I don't care about her! She never meant anything to me!" He bent over and hovered over you, "When I first met her, I wasn't planning on being with her. I didn't like her. But when she introduced you to me, I realized who was meant for me."

"Me?" Your eyes widened with what he just confessed.

"Yes! you! It was a pain to sleep next to her knowing that you were in the other room. It was a pain when she gave me a kiss on the lips when you were sitting there watching. I felt heartbroken for you. For you to see it." His eyes were lighted, " So, I worked long hours so I could avoid her. Never meant to avoid you. It worked because when I found out that she slept with other men, it was enough for me to kick her out."

"I don't understand?" Why not just kick her out before?

"I have control, I do. But when you are there, I can't help myself." Miguel remembered the day your mother caught him jerking off while moaning your name. It was the first argument they actually had without you there. You were attending your college course classes during all of this, so how would you know this happened. Your mother was angry. More angry at you for catching his attention than her. It made sense since he never showed any actual interest in your mother, especially in bed. She also felt embarrassed as well that he was more interested in you than her. So she told Miguel that she would leave and take you far away from him, but he didn't want that. If he kicked her out then she would take you with her. However, when he caught her in bed with another man it was enough to get back at her. He knew that she was money-hungry for men, that she'd choose them over you. So when she found her new toy, she was already on her way out. "I never slept with her, If that's what you're worried about? I never did. Most nights I slept in the armchair so I wouldn't be in the same bed as her. At times I would sleep on the couch and leave for work early."

"So..this entire time you wanted..." You felt so dumb to not notice all the signs. There were no signs at all.

"You. I wanted you. Now that I have you here. Sleeping in the same bed as me, I'm not going to let you go. EVER! I want to marry you, kiss you, make love to you, have kids with you, grow old with you. I want you. I need you. I'll kill anyone and anything that gets in our way." He went on and kissed you deeply. He moved you more onto the bed.

He yanked your bra off your body. He started to massage your breast with his large hands. He gripped the line of your panties and pulled them down. He ignored you. Ingorned your cries to stop. It was so into his own head, he didn't hear your plea.

He pulled down his briefs, feeling his cock hardened. He spread your legs apart and starts to circle your clit. He inserted his finger inside and started to pump in and out. He felt the inside of your walls. When he did enough to get you wet, he inserted his cock inside you. He nuzzled in your neck, kissing you, and leaving hickeys all over your collarbone and neck. He let his cock rest inside your pussy for a while so you can get used to his size. He knows that he's big, so he wanted to make sure that you take him well. The pain was through as you dug your nails on his back. Maybe you should enjoy it? You should be grateful.

He moved his hips slowly, moving back and forth. Soon the pace began to fasten. The sound of the bed creaking filled the room. The sound of his grunts and moans entered into your ear. "Fuck. Yes..ahh..mhm~" He placed his hand on the sides of your head and thrust inside you harder and faster. "You're gonna make me cum, baby."

His balls were slapping your ass as he lifted your waist off the bed and fucked you in harder than ever. Your thighs were vibrating with how fast he was going. The sound of wet skin slapping against each other echoed in the room. When he felt like he was going to ejaculate, he embraced you into him, and you felt your breast against his own muscle pecks. "Ah! Fuck! Take my cum, sweetheart." He felt his semen injecting inside you. He felt your womb being filled up that some of his cum spilled out and ran down his balls. You held on to him tight feeling your body being filled up by him. Your thighs shook with how hard he fucked you. Your tears were now dried up and your sobs turned into slight whimpers. You felt your face heating up. An older man just took your virginity. You felt ashamed, but good at the same time.

"I'm not done with you, mi amor." He huffed as the last drop of cum left his still-rocked hard cock. He sat down on the bed and pulled you on top of him. You sat between his legs as he spread your legs apart once more. His fingers went down and started to play with your clit. You covered your mouth to stop you from moaning, but it angered Miguel. "Don't! I wanna hear you, querida"

"M-Miguel...Ahh~ mmm..." You felt his fingers flicking your clit and rubbing it slowly. You wanted him to go faster. His other hand went and groped your breast, he pinched your nipple while rubbing your throbbing clit. "It...Ahhh! it feels good, Miguel! Ahhh~....mmm~...faster please."

"Want me to go faster?" the tip of his finger was gently circling your clit that was begging for him to get abused.

"Yes! Mmmm~....Yes! Please!" Your head was thrown back at the feeling of his touch.

"Yes what, mi amor?" He pinched your clit and moved it side to side, slowly.

"Yes!...oh god!...Mhmmm~...ngh..faster!...." You felt your lips opening your pussy with the amount of pleasure you are feeling. The wetness filled all over your area. You felt wetness and some of his cum leaking out to the bed. Miguel's thought of you squirting all over the bed turned him on even more. The bed filled with your juices made him more horny than ever. You felt his rock-hard cock on your back. It didn't help that with his movements he was making towards your clit was making you squirm your back, rubbing his cock in the process. "Please.. go faster...Ahh!...Ngh...yes Daddy~."

With that, he rubbed your clit at a fast speed. "Like this, mi amor."

Your pussy was getting wet and wet with each orgasm you were having. "Yes..Ahh!..ooh!..mmm~!"

Sweat was dripping down your face and body. "This pussy is so good. I'm gonna fucking abuse this pussy. Yes, baby. Yeah~." He slapped your clit a couple times which caused a few leaks to spray out.

"Yes! Yes!~" Your eyes were closed shut. Your breath was losing control.

"Who's this pussy belong to." He slapped your clit one more time. "Is this daddy's pussy baby..yeah. Fuck! Your so fucking wet." He slapped your entire pussy feeling the wetness on his hand. He rubbed your clit even more but would stop just to see it twitch. "This clit is so juicy. This belongs to me. Look at it throb. Fuck! You're driving me insane amor!"

Soon you felt like you were going to explode. You didn't care about the mess, you wanted the pleasure to continue. You arched your back and felt your pussy squirting all over the bed sheets. A pool of your juices formed under your ass cheeks.

It didn't stop. It never stopped. He inserted his fingers inside you again and played with your walls. He wasn't pumping in and out, he was rubbing your walls on the inside. He opened your pussy even more and you felt another gush of your juices squirting out again. The bed sheets were drenched with all your juices. "It's like a waterfall." He continued to rub your red clit more. He would lick his fingers and go on to flick your clit.

"Oh god! Ahh! Ahh!~" You felt his entire palm rubbing it.

"I want to taste you." He grabbed your clit and abused it even more making you squirt all over.

He picked you up and placed you on the armchair. He kneeled down and spread your legs. He saw a good view of your pussy he began to dive in. He licked you all over. "Fuck! It's so good! Don't stop! Don't stop...oh~" you screamed out. You gripped his head and felt his tongue flicking more of your clit. He felt a small spray of your juices landing on his face. He can't get enough. He wanted to drown in it. "Yes! Fuck me! Daddy! Fuck me! This pussy is yours!" Another gush of squirt left your body. Miguel went in and drank as much of it as he could.

He told you to kneel on the floor and you did. He sat down on the armchair and told you to open your mouth. When you did, he shoved his cock inside your mouth.

You looked at him and felt the warmth of his cock down your throat. He bobbed your head up and down moaning. "Fuck!...you like sucking my cock baby...shit!...mmm~...oh fuck." It didn't take too long for him to cum inside your mouth. He pulled out and let the rest of his cum spray all over your face. "Ahh~...shit....look at you...covered with my semen...Open your mouth, mi amor." You did. You showed him the cum inside your mouth. "Swallow it~"

He wanted to cover you with more of his cum so he started to jerk off. "Touch yourself. I want you to touch yourself, mi amor."

You sat on the floor and spread your legs to show him your full view of your sensitive spot. You never touched yourself before. You picked on your clit and felt it warm and wet. You went all out and fingered your clit with your hand while the other was keeping you up. You closed your eyes and rested your head back. "Look at me. I want to see you." Miguel said, feeling his balls bouncing up and down. You looked at him, biting your lip, feeling tears going down with how good the pleasure was. Your legs couldn't stop shaking with how much you're stimulated. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as you felt more squirt coming out of you. You came too early that you wanted to insert a finger inside you. So you ignored that cum and shoved a finger inside. You never felt the inside of your walls. The fact that Miguel was watching it was making you act crazy. "Good girl. Fuck...you're such a good girl.." He huffed and swallowed the little bit of saliva in his mouth. He felt cum about to come out, but he stopped himself making him edge.

You played with your pussy, digging inside and rubbing your walls until you found your g-spot. Your legs tremble as your fingers got covered with more of your own cum. A pool formed on the floor filled with pussy juice.

Miguel moaned out as cum sprayed out of his penis and covered your face.

You don't know how long the two of you were at. He came inside you three more times and made you squirt so many times, you felt your legs going numb.

You don't remember the rest of the night. When you woke up, you felt fresh new bedsheets over you. Your skin felt clean and smooth. When you tried to get out of bed, your legs felt so sore that you couldn't budge.

You heard the bedroom door open and saw Miguel in nothing but sweatpants. "Good morning, mi amor" He was carrying a tray of food and brought it to your side.

"What time is it?" You asked.

"It's already noon. I woke up thirty minutes ago." He placed the tray on your lap.

"You didn't go to work?" You took a sip of the water, feeling your body getting hydrated.

"Why would I go to work after the night we both had." He smiled remembering all of the things you both had done. "Last night..was the best night I ever had. I love you."

He loves you. "I don't..I don't remember what else happened..how-"

He let out a small chuckle, "it's alright, cariño. I changed the bedsheets and gave the both of us a bath. When I put you back on the bed, you immediately knocked out. You were so tired mi vida. Next time I'll go gentle on you, I'm sorry."

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It's been a few days since that night. Everything went back to how it was. Miguel was more physical with you. The two guards were still there when you wanted to go out.

Eventually, Miguel told you that he wanted to take you where he works that way you could have a feel for what he does. He never brought it anyone personal, or anyone at all. So when people saw him bringing you, they were shocked. He showed you all of the building and what exactly each person does. For someone who works at a very large building with many, many people, he has a good memory of the names of his employees.

Miguel had to excuse himself to you when he was called into an important meeting. You went and saw a vending machine outside the cafeteria and decided to get yourself a little snack. You were about to put in some quarters from your pocket when you heard another male voice behind you. You turned around and a guy wearing a lab coat and his name tag on the little pocket of the coat. "Sorry." You moved to the side, but he followed along. You looked to your sides and saw no one around.

"What a pretty girl like you doing here?" The guy said.

"Um..my boyfriend brought me here." You said.

"Boyfriend? Always the pretty ones get taken. So who's the lucky guy? Or are you just lying?" You excused yourself and started to walk away.

He ran up to you, "So what's your name?" He said.

"Why?" You questioned.

"Can't I know the pretty girl's name?" He said in almost an offended tone.

"I have to go." You walked a bit faster, but you could hear his footsteps getting closer to you. You didn't want to cause any trouble, especially at Miguel's work.

You also certainly didn't want to make Miguel mad. Everything was going good, you didn't want to anger him.

Your prayers have been heard because the two guards came and told the guy to basically fuck off. You never thought you would be happy to see your two guards. "Please don't tell Miguel about this. I don't want him to worry. I don't want to cause trouble. Please."

They didn't reply, which was the usual for them to do, but you hoped that they'd listen.

When Miguel finished his meeting, he met up with you and the two of you went back home together.

You thought that the two guards kept the secret because Miguel never mentioned it. He didn't really need to. That guy won't bother you ever again.

While the both of you were enjoying dinner, the doorbell rang. You looked at Miguel who looked back at you confused.

Who's here at this time?

Miguel went to answer it and saw someone he never thought he'd see. "What are you doing here?"

The woman rolled her eyes and made her way inside the home. "You'd think I'll just leave? Just like that?" She snapped her fingers.

You made your way to the front door and saw her. Your mother.

You can tell she changed her looks..again. Your mother looked at you and gave you a disgusted look. "So it is true. You're with her!"

"What are you talking about?" Miguel asked.

"A little birdy told me that she was out shopping at an expensive store." She crossed her arms. "I know she doesn't have money and knowing you and that weird fantasy you had, made me think? Has he really gone all out and started a relationship with my daughter?"

"I'm not your daughter." You said with hatred in your eyes. You had enough of her behavior. Of her stupidity. Of her immaturity.

"Whores don't get to talk!" She screamed at you.

"Don't call her that! The only whore here is you!" Miguel screamed back at her. You went behind Miguel, holding his arm.

"Please! Because of her you lost interest in me! Because of her! Our relationship ended." She yelled.

"Mi amor, go to the room. I'll handle this okay." Miguel told you. You didn't want to but also didn't want to disobey him. You nodded and went to your guy's shared bedroom. You shut the door and climbed on top of the bed.

Miguel stormed up to her with his face fuming with anger. " There was no relationship, you fucking bitch. Me and you never existed. I was only using you to get close to (Y/N). The only one I care about is her. The only one I love is her. You are nothing to me." He saw her hand raising up and swinging forward towards the side of his face, but he saw right through. He caught her hand mid-air, "Don't you fucking dare."

She yanked away from his grip. "I'll tell people about you and her. I'll tell people how you are forcing a young 20-year-old to be in a relationship with you. I wonder how the people are gonna say that a guy in his late 30s is with a young girl without her consent?" She smeared a smirk on her face. "After all, I'm her mother, so people are most likely gonna say 'oh, poor her. She's looking after her daughter from a disgusting man. I Can't believe someone like Miguel O'Hara would do that.' What do you think?"

"I'll make sure to make your life a living fucking hell, you disgusting piece of shit!" His tone was deep and dark and your mom thought she was speaking with the devil.

"Me? Disgusting? At least I didn't masturbate at the thought of a young girl. So let's weigh our options." She looked around at the big fancy house that she used to call home. "You go back to provide for me and I'll let you and that thing I call a daughter to continue dating or whatever the relationship is. Or! I'll tell people about this and ruin your reputation. I mean who would the people believe. Two poor women crying for help or a rich man who got exposed for being a perverted old man."

"So that's what this is all about. Money. What? Did your boyfriend finally realize what a whore you are and left your ass!?" He exclaimed. "You can tell people whatever you want. (Y/N) will never take your side. You heard her! You are not her mother. All the things you had done to her, you really think she will defend on your honor. The only thing she'll do is expose your ass on how much of a terrible mother you are. Uh? Let's see. let's weigh our options." He said mimicking her. " You get the fuck out of my house and never show your face here again. Or we'll expose how you neglected your own daughter for your own benefits and you let other men emotionally abuse her and how you left her alone here with me. I'll tell me people that I gave her a place to live because her own mother was too selfish that she didn't care she was going to make her own daughter homeless."

"She'll listen to me. She'll do what I say. She always does. Deep down, she wants what's best for her mother. What? You think that wasn't the only time she had said that. Please, she throws those tantrums all the time, and in the end, she will always be by my side." She tilted her head," So." She looked at him from top to bottom. "I'll take a check every two weeks. Maybe around 5,000 dollars. Obviously, I'll ask for more later on. That's all I'm asking. Or else, I'll take her away from you."

She turned around with a smile on her face. "Tell (Y/N) I said goodbye."

Miguel couldn't even hear what had been said. Everything was turned into an echo. The fact that she can take you away. Everything Miguel wanted was going to be taken away from him. He felt his blood boil with anger. He felt the hatred increase towards her and he didn't hesitate to grab a mimick mini statue of David sitting on one of the tables. With one swing, he smacked the statue on her head. It caused her to fall down on the floor. Miguel looked at the statue and saw blood on the corner from the base. He looked over on the floor and saw her lifeless body. A pool of blood formed around her corpse. Miguel tapped her with his foot to see if she was still alive, but there was no movement. He didn't freak out. He didn't panic. He smiled. He smiled that she was finally gone.

You waited for Miguel to come in and tell you what had happened. What did she want?

It felt like ages waiting for him.

At last, he finally entered the room. He looked a bit rough. His shirt was half unbuttoned and dirt spots showed on his white shirt. "What happened? What did she want? Why are you dirty?" You questioned. You had so many questions.

"She just wanted some money, I gave her a few hundred dollar bills and told her to never come here again. She was a bit angry but accepted the fact that she couldn't do anything." He explained, taking off his shoes.

"What happened to your shirt and pants?" You pointed it out.

"Well, she stormed off and crushed a couple of the roses out front. I went out and replaced them. That's why I took too long." He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.

"She's not coming back?" You asked.

"No. I told her that if she showed her face here again, I'd call the police. I guess that got her scared. It's most likely she's leaving the country or something. She told me she found a new man, so we won't be seeing her." He looked at you and saw how you were tearing up. "Mi Amor? Que tienes?" He got on the bed and crawled to you. He wiped away a tear falling down from the corner of your eye with his thumb. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's stupid." You couldn't help but let a low sob escape your lips.

"It's not stupid if you're crying. Tell me. I can help you." He said in a concerned tone.

"It's...it's just that...she's my mom. She's my mom and she never cared about me. She never did. Why didn't she love me? What did I do wrong?" You cried to him.

Miguel went over and pulled you into a hug. You sobbed on his chest. He caressed your hair and arms. "Ya mi vida. Forget about her okay. She doesn't deserve your tears. Hey, it's her loss okay. She was never grateful to have a beautiful and kind daughter like you. Any other mother would be happy to have you as a daughter."

"Really?" You looked at him with your glossy eyes.

"Of course, mi vida." He wiped the last tears on your face. "I'm grateful to have you in my arms. You might've not received love from her, but I'll give you all the love and care you deserve. I'll never leave you. I'll love you till the day we die."

You spent the night sleeping in his arms.

Miguel couldn't help but smile at the sight he was seeing. You are finally his. His and forever.

It might've taken a while and a few hardships, but his goal was finally accomplished.

He saved you from a heartache.

He is a hero we all deserve and need.

(That's all. Not sure if I want to continue this story, soooo maybe oneshot?)

[eymie]

SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY !

pairing: william h. bonney x fem!reader

warnings: smut, alcohol, fingering, oral (m. receiving), praise, riding, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

summary: you meet while tending to your grandfather saloon while he’s ill. you can help but take a liking to him.

a/n: i kind of hate this so much

You spent a significant amount of time in your grandfathers saloon. At least in the past couple years you have. You knew all the regulars, good or bad. You weren't good at tending to the bar but you could pour a glass of whiskey if your grandfather needed help. That's what most men wanted anyway.

You always recognized new faces, and you recognized that this man was new. You had heard whispers of an outlaw in town, you didn't care for rumors.

You were tending to the bar alone again. It was the time of day where the saloon was almost empty. That new face sat down at the bar, head hung low.

"Whiskey?" He looked up at you, his blue eyes meeting yours. He nodded and you poured him a glass, sliding it over to him. You tended to a few other customers but it was almost closing time.

"How long you open?" You heard the voice say, you turned to meet that mans gaze again. His glass was empty and his fingers drummed on the edge of the table

"Not too much longer I'm afraid." You smile, wiping down a table. You walk over to the bar he sat at, wiping off some spilled whiskey. "I can give you another round, if you'd like."

"Yes ma'am." He said, watching you walk over to grab the bottle again. You laughed to yourself, turning to refill his glass.

"You don't gotta call me ma'am." Ma'am made you feel old, you were not old. He wasn't either, just around your age if you were to assume. Although the eyebags and dirt on his cheeks might disguise that.

"I don't know what else you'd like me to call you." He laughed, hanging his head back down low. He looked back up, waiting for you to tell him your name.

"Well, I don't even know your name." You tossed the cloth back into the bucket, sitting down next to Billy. Resting your head on your fist.

"Billy." He stated, cutting it short.

It registered to you who he was. The outlaw, Billy the kid. You didn't care, who cares if he was dangerous when he was chatting with you like any other gentleman.

"Billy what?" You smiled, trying to ease out his last name. HIs smile dropped, twiddling with his hands.

"Don't matter." All he said, it was true, didn't matter all. You knew who he was, he probably knew that you knew. He didn't have an accent like any of the boys you knew. You liked how foreign he sounded to you.

"Suppose not." You shrug, standing up to clean up the rest of the saloon. Pushing in the chair that the men had forgotten to. There were cards left out on the tables, along with some empty glasses.

"I suppose you should be locking up right about now." He reminded you, you turned to look at him. You liked how messy his brown hair was under his hat. Was it too embarrassing to flirt with this man, an outlaw?

"You can stay longer, if you'd like of course." You wanted him to stay, as long as he liked. You didn't want him to leave at all. "I don't mind at all."

It was silent for a few moment, the only noises being the clinking of glasses you picked up.

"You got a man?" It came off as a surprise. You turned to him who patiently awaited your answer.

"I do not I'm afraid." You tell him, walking back over to where he was. You waited a few seconds before speaking up again. "You got a girl?"

"No time for that." He'd been with a few women in his time, never keeping them too long. You felt a sense of relief wash over you knowing he didn't have a girl.

"Me neither." The men in town weren't anyone that interested you. The men your age were fools, drunken fools. Some of them had women and were getting married. The other ones were wastes of good air.

"Not sure I believe that." He wasn't entirely wrong. Sometimes men took a liking to you, not that you had paid much attention to them. There had only been a few that caught your interest.

"Why not?" You ask innocently, untying your apron and hanging it it up.

"A pretty girl like you, young and running a bar. Bet you're meeting suitors everyday." Everyday was exaggerated but he was right enough. A saloon full of men had its pros and cons.

"I suppose so, I haven't met one that interests me yet." You shrug, looking over at him. He caught you gaze, knowing exactly what you wanted. "Well, until now."

"You live here?" He asked, eyeing the stairs in the corner of the room leading to a loft.

"Yeah, just upstairs." You nod, backing up towards the stairs with Billy following after you. "Why? You wanna come see?"

"I think I'd like that."

Billy swallowed the last of his whiskey, leaving the empty class on the counter. He followed after you up the stairs to the loft. It wasn't much but it was yours. Billy's hands traveling to your hips from behind. Feeling the fabric of your dress between his fingers.

You turned around, smelling the whiskey on his breath. He kissed along your neck and jawline before he dares kiss you. When he does, you couldn't but moan into his mouth. Your hands pulling his face in deeper. He pulls your skirt up as far as he could before you pulling his hands off. You pull away from his face, falling to your knees in front of him.

His hand caresses your cheek, tilting your face up. His thumb brushes your lips, parting them. You welcome his thumb into your mouth, wrapping your lips around it. He pushed his thumb harder against your tongue.

"Good girl," He pulls his hand from you, your mouth releasing his thumb with a loud pop. You wait patiently as he unbuttons and zips down his pants. You help pull them down far enough to reveal his boxer. You look up at him awaiting his approval, he nods down at you.

You pull down his boxer, revealing his hard length. It was long, a slight curve to it. The prettiest one you've ever seen. He watches as you spit on your hand, wrapping your fingers around his cock. You stroke him experimentally, he groaned at the feeling, throwing back his head. Your tongue runs along the vein running along the underside of his cock.

"That's it-- Ohh, fuck." He groans as you suck his tip into your mouth. His hands travel to your hand, threading his fingers in it. You pushed you head down as far as you could, his tip hitting the back of your throat. "So warm and wet-- good girl."

You stroke his cock where your mouth can't reach. He bucks his hips, his cock poking at the back of your throat making you sputter. Tears brimming your eyes as you take him as far into your throat as you can, causing you to gag around his length.

"Shit--" He groans, throwing his head back as you bob your head. Your cheeks hollowing as you suck harder, silently begging for him to cum in your throat. "I'm--fuck, I'm coming."

Your eyes roll back as his hot seed spills down your throat, the salty taste on your tongue. You pull of his cock, sitting on the ground in front of him. You swallow what he gave you, sticking out your tongue to show him.

"God, you're something else." He pulled back her head, making him look up at him. You look up at him with glossy eyes and the taste of him on your tongue. He pulls you back up to your feet, pulling you in. He kissed you like he was starved, he felt starved of you. His hands pull at the lacing off your corset, pulling it open.

Your corset felling to the ground in between your feet. Billy was quick with his hands, pulling at the fabric of your clothes. His calloused hands rub your soft skin, pulling the rest of your clothing off. Your dress fell the floor, next your bloomers.

Your delicate fingers tugged at the buttons of his shirt, pulling it open. You kissed along his jaw, and down his neck. You teeth grazed his pale skin, nipping and sucking at it. Soft purple bruises decorating his skin. His hands pulled your bare skin against him, his hands grazing the fat of your breasts. He walked you backwards towards the bed until your legs hit the frame.

Billy laid you down against the bed, discarding the last of his clothes. You laid sprawled against your white sheets as he crawled over you. His hands spreading your thighs, sliding down to your wet folds. His teeth grazed your nipple, sucking it into his mouth. His tongue swirling around your hard nipple.

"Wait-- Billy," His mouth engulfs any words you have left. Swallowing them into the kiss. Two fingers push past your folds, sinking into your wet pussy. Your tight walls stretching out around his thick fingers. Thick than yours, longer too.

You whined into his kiss, his fingers speeding up. Your walls clench around them, jerking your hips up. His thumb rubs along your swollen clit that begged for attention.

You pulled back from the kiss. "Billy, wait Billy. Let me ride you."

Billy groaned into your neck, pulling his fingers from your pussy. They were wet with your juices, smearing it onto your thighs.

"Open," You opened your mouth, sucking his fingers in your mouth. Your juices mixing with your saliva. He pulled his fingers from your wet mouth, pulling you on top of him. "Come on now, keep your word."

You furrowed your brows as Billy placed his hat on top of your head. His hard cock presses against your ass, dripping precum from the tip. You slowly lift your hips above him, directing his tip to your entrance. Sliding down, his girth stretching you wider than before. Your hands press against his chest for stability. Billy throws his head against the pillow, his hands sliding down to your hips helping you rise up and slide back down.

"Just like that." Billy's hands gripped your hips, guiding your hips up and down. His hips thrusted up to meet yours. Whimpers leaving your lips as his cock brushes your cervix.

"God, Billy--" You moan out, jaw going slack as he thrusts from below. Your walls clench around him, he groaned in respond. His fingertips pressed into the fat of your hips, leaving crescent shaped marks. "Need--Gonna come."

"Mm, come for me." Your hips ground into his, your clit rubbing against his pelvis. Billy pulled you harder down against him, slamming you down. His thumb rubbed at you clit, begging you to come. "That's it, so good for me."

Billy pulled you down against his chest, bending his knees so he fuck into you. He pulled your head into his chest muffling your moans. Your hands scratched at his chest as you came around his cock, relentlessly pounding you through your orgasm.

His hands pulled you off his cock, spilling his seed onto the sheets. You laid against his chest, the hat long fallen off. He panted as he laid back against your sheet, your body collapsed against his chest.

"So good for me."

masterlist

[hamiltonaf]

Hello ! Can I request a Lewis x reader who's a famous singer and he attend her concert please ? Him reacting to the songs she wrote for him and how it end up a bit smutty with they finf each other backstage ?

Fantasize | Lewis Hamilton

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: Slight smut

A/N: Hello my loves ! The song inspo for this oneshot is Fantasize by Ariana Grande. Thank you anon for requesting. Hope you babes enjoy. Requests are open .xx

From long nights in the studio a few weeks ago to now going on tour felt like a breath of fresh air. The tour was starting off at home, in London. Excited, though my nerves took over me - even though I’ve been doing this for so many years now, I should be used to it, but not when I have a special guest attending…my situationship, Lewis.

Our situationship goes back about 3 months ago, when my PR manager thought it would be a good idea for me to date Lewis. I haven’t been in the dating light for quite a hot minute and apparently I needed to get back to it so people had something to talk about, especially since everyone nowadays is a fan of F1. Surprisingly his PR manager had agreed on it and apparently we would make a good looking couple.

It started when I attended the race in Miami, no one questioned it or got ‘suspicious’ because almost every A list celebrity attended. 3 weeks later I attended the Monaco GP, yet again I was a guest for Mercedes so people started to slowly talk about it. Didn’t go to any other race for a whole month since I had song writing and recording to do in studio. People really started to talk when I went to the British GP, not a coincidence to anyone that I’m from England but because my rumoured ‘boyfriend’ is British.

I grew to love the sport and let’s say my feelings also grew for Lewis. It felt a bit forced at first since we were patched by our PR team, but the more time we spent together alone, the more we learnt about each other’s true self. From sweet and shy to daring and flirty.

Lewis’ rizz is unmatched to any man that I’ve met or been with. He can start off as such a gentleman but can so smoothly move onto flirting with me and making me feel weak at my knees. Speaking of weak, we’re back to feeling that way now since Lewis was on a break in between races and decided that he wanted to attend to support me. For some reason he just makes me feel nervous, in a good way of course, I don’t even feel nervous to perform around friends or family or even my fans for crying out loud…wait, am I in love ? I’m pretty sure this is what it feels like to be in love and here I am being in denial about my feelings.

I was backstage warming up my vocals whilst getting my hair and makeup touched up, when we all heard a knock at the door. My manager walked over to the door and stepped aside as she held it wide open without a word, I looked through the mirror to see it was Lewis. “Aww Lew ! So glad you could make it” I smiled as I watched him walk towards me. “I’m so glad to be here. Very excited to see you perform tonight. Nervous ?” He asked as he rubbed my shoulders. My PR manager then escorted everyone out from the room so we were left alone.

“Very nervous but excited for the most part” I smiled as I then stood up to face him. “Don’t be, you got this. I’ll be cheering you on from the side. Just look to your left and you’ll see me” he smiled. “You’re so cute. Thanks for that, I’ll be looking out for you.” Just then my PR manager yells through the door, “(Y/N) you need to get dressed !”

I shut my eyes for a second, “Okay give me 5” I yelled. “Can I stay to watch ?” He smirked. “No, Sir. See you after the show” I felt the heat rush to my cheeks. I then turned him around by his shoulders and guided him to the door. “Just a peak” he pleaded as he bit his bottom lip. “Stop or I might just cave in. Bye” I blushed as I held on the door handle. “I’ll try my luck later. Break a leg” he said softly, he then caught me by surprise by giving me a sweet kiss and a wink before rushing out.

I finally got dressed, had another round of touch ups and put on my ear piece before heading out back stage for my entrance. I still felt flustered and I couldn’t stop thinking about Lewis. I really need to get my feelings off my chest after the show.

Out of the thousands of people screaming and looking at me I could feel a particular pair of eyes burning into me, when I took a quick glance to my left, he was right there as he said. His phone in hand, recording me looking his way. I shook my head and looked back towards the fans.

On the last verse, the energy in the stadium was ecstatic.

Mentally, physically weak

Boys blowin’ up my phone

They just ain’t you, ooh, baby

…

Tryin’ to behave, but I’m feelin’

Some type of way

That just ain’t me

The band and I took a bow before I gave a vote of thanks to the fans for coming, and for all the love they’ve shown on the album. After rushing off stage to my dressing room, my mind was running with thoughts of Lewis. Speaking of the man himself, he was already seated in my dressing room. “Hey gorgeous. You did amazing out there. I’m so so proud of you” he rushed over to me as he pulled me in for a hug. “Yet again, thanks for coming. It really means a lot” he then broke away from our hug with a serious look. “I was supposed to tell you this before you left and I can’t hold it in any longer”

“Okay well same and it’s eating me up inside to hold it back” I said as I took a deep breath. “I love you” we said simultaneously. “Oh my gosh” I lowly said. “Are you joking ?” He asked with the biggest smile on his face. “Lew this isn’t something to joke about” I said seriously. “Then please be mine, officially” he said as he then wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me against him. “I thought you’d never ask” I grinned as I leaned in and closed the gap between us.

“As sexy as this dress looks on you, it needs to come off” he said in between kisses. The kiss got heated by the second as his hands trailed from squeezing my bum to the straps of my dress, pulling them off my shoulders. Just then there was a knock at the door. Shit. “Babe your car is here !” my PR manager shouted. “Damn it” I said frustrated and heated. “Well I guess we’ll have to continue this in the car” he said as he helped me adjust the straps of my dress - he grabbed a hold of my hand and pulled me along with him, eagerly waiting to continue this in the car.

[doudouma]

“spending eternity with you…”

soft kokushibo relationship headcanons!

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my delicate flowers, to the poll i have ran, kokushibo was the winner〜! thank you for the votes, it’s was very fun! i hope you all enjoy the headcanons of himothy himself〜 i will too!

slight mention of k!lling (not to my dearest reader, of course〜), apologies about that, my dear lotuses.

i will keep it gender neutral. ❀〜

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a man of principles.

the finest gentleman, he is.

kokushibo, a demon that has lived for 480 years, knows that things comes and goes.

he isn’t much bothered by that.

but you?

you are his forever. his partner. his soulmate.

inseparable, i must say〜

“i desire to spend eternity with you… by my side. commitment and communication… is useful to this relationship, and i value it… above else.

yes, kokushibo is big on commitment and communication, it’s very crucial. what a loving couple♡〜

kokushibo… kokushibo…. such an amazing lover…

keeling down on one knee to give delicate kisses on your knuckles, soothing words that ease your concerns, gifts and poems that leave you delighted, and i could just go on.

so i will〜

holding you closer to him whenever something seems unsettling, listening to all of your thoughts - good or bad, ensuring that your health is always up.

you see what i’m getting at?

to say it directly, kokushibo is simply.. husband material〜

he’s a very loyal man, so i must say that he will not leave you, and would anticipate that you will not leave him.

“let us savor the beauty of the moment… and cherish the bond we share.”

his choice of words are always so lovely… so passionate♡〜

kokushibo wouldn’t exactly be the type of lover to be clingy, i believe. it would more-so be like protecting.

however… he does catch himself clinging to you.. more often then not!

he would follow you around, just to see what you’ll do. if he doesn’t follow, he’ll just watch. regularly, he’ll sit right next to you, with his eyes closed.

just because his eyes are closed, doesn’t mean he still isn’t on guard〜

has the PERFECT balance of angelic and murderous〜

if someone has hurt you, he would internally be on fire.

giving you the most divine words to your beautiful face, reassuring you that everything is okay. but behind his back, is the person who had upset you. with their head decapitated on the floor〜

if someone hadn’t made you upset, and you you're upset for your own reasons, he would be very compassionate, and give you a solution if you’d want one♡! an angel, i tell you.

“my dear, I'm here for you. whatever it is that's causing you distress… know that I will do everything in my power… to resolve it. I cannot bear to see you unhappy. allow me to guide you through this."

kokushibo loves to do things for you, for actions speak louder than words, and would continuously prove his love to you.

would literally let you do (almost) anything to him out of his love for you.

hugs, kisses, hair braiding, skin care, etc!

spspsps〜… speaking of kisses… kiss him on his face! specifically his eyelids or his marks! it’ll make him blush!

prove your love for him and do something in return? oh now he’s flustered. now he’s delirious, now he’s ready to even propose, or even for the 2nd time!

→ some things you’ll hear kokushibo say :

“please, do not hold back your… feelings or thoughts from me. we are in this world and relationship together…”

“even if you and i are… destined to part ways… let us not regret the time that we spent… as one.”

“your presence is pleasuring. i do not interact with a lot of people… but i guarantee you… i have not encountered someone with… an aura like yours. you are truly like no other.”

“you are my everything. my world. your smile alone.. is always enough for me to keep going…”

overall, kokushibo is one of the top tier gentlemen on this planet. cannot stress that enough! as long as you two are together, the world will be a better place♡〜!

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ahh〜! this was fun to write, i cannot count the amount of times i have stopped just to smile at this! i hope you all enjoy!! as for me… i will get some rest and dream about this♡! thank you, my precious flowers, for your patience! ❀

[punkymaysnark]

Father's Day is such a rough time for the Warriors of Hope, even after adoption...

Nobody's in a worse mood than Masaru. All he can think about is how he spent the first ten years of his life in constant pain and fear. Trapped in a shitty dark house. Being forced to steal beer. Always hurting somewhere. There were days he was even denied food, or forced to sleep in the backyard. He touches the bandaid on his cheek. Under that bandaid is the cigarette burn he was given to scare him into never speaking the truth about his treatment. Just by touching it, he can still smell the smoke coming off that cigarette. Why should that...that bastard get his own day? He was rotting in prison where he belonged, but the damage to Masaru's psyche is done. He's sitting on his bed, clutching his stuffed toy, back facing the door. Yasuhiro tries to reach out, but his little buddy is unwilling to speak. Poor kid.

Finally, at the risk of being bitten, Yasuhiro gets the courage to walk right up to the boy, and land a hand on his shoulder. He winces, expecting Masaru to reflexively whirl around and bite. Instead, Masaru is slow, scowling at him. Hiro continues to smile. It's okay. I know he hurt you and he wouldn't stop hurting you and I'd like to have beat him up myself, but he's not here. I'm here. And I love you so much, so smile, okay? He strokes Masaru with his thumb.

Tears leak into Masaru's eyes. He whimpers. When it was the first weeks here, and Masaru was sick, cold, and utterly terrified, Hiro didn't give up trying to break through his trauma. This is the man who showed Masaru who a dad should be. He held Masaru in his lap and cuddled him for an entire evening. Masaru turns all the way around. Hiro understands the signal and scoops him.

Jataro feels empty. He never saw Dad. Dad must've walked out when he was born. Dad hated him. His whole life, his only exposure to fathers was hearing Masaru and Kotoko rant about their own. He doesn't really know what to do about it. Despondent, he finally settles in Kazuichi's lap while the Ultimate Mechanic is performing his weekly assignment. Kazuichi is nice. Kazuichi...he's kind of like a dad. Kazuichi won't walk out on him and leave him alone. Jataro remembers Kazuichi's look of sympathy when they met the first time, even if it was when Jataro still wore that hideous mask. Kazuichi smiles and gives the boy a light scratching on the cheek. It seems that, after such a rocky start, Jataro finally accepts him as a father figure. And he deserves one. He deserves all the loving family figures in the world. Kazuichi looks back proudly on how he kept showing the little guy affection and concern, and never gave up. His only regret is that he didn't figure out sooner how bad Jataro's abuse had been.

Kotoko is in a similar sour mood to Masaru, but she's better at swallowing it. Papa's in prison. She hopes he stays in prison until he's old and rotting. Speaking of rotting, did you know that rotting things are good for plants and bugs? Yeah. Maybe she'll plant some flowers with Kirumi today.

Papa can't hurt her...but the scars he left on her can. The way he forced her to earn money for the family. That ugly, smelly bed she was forced to stay on. That garish room with no escape. She's shaking. Papa's shadow is still clouding her vision. She still feels his hands on her shoulders sometimes, like right now. She still feels that loose clothing she was forced to wear. Helplessness. She gets the choking feeling of pure helplessness. Fortunately, Gonta notices her staring into space, trembling, mumbling under her breath. Gonta gentleman. When she starts to get a panic attack, Gonta knows to gently press a wet towel on Kotoko's forehead and keep it there. Gonta reminds her where she is. The little girl returns to reality. She is safe. She is truly loved here. Papa is in prison miles away from her. Patient and caring people like Gonta are here to protect her now, and they'll see her through the damage Papa did to her. She gives him an appreciative smile, works her hand into his, and they go outside together. Outside to find rotting things good for plants and bugs.

Nagisa lays on his desk. Father. No matter how safe and loved he is in the academy's walls, it doesn't change how badly he failed his father. And now Father's in prison, too. Why did Nagisa run away from him in the first place? He had such high expectations for Nagisa, only for his own son to ruin everything. With a resigned moan, he slumps over the spelling words he was reviewing and tries not to cry. Byakuya takes notice, and rolls his eyes. How many times has he told Nagisa about his posture? Not that the boy could help but think of his birth father today, he supposed. He gently grips Nagisa by the shoulders and pulls him up straight, fixing his scarf.

Byakuya knows that expression well. Nagisa is worrying about Byakuya giving him expectations again. No, Nagisa. He will never stoop to the level of your father. He'll be here for you, unlike that scum. Byakuya gestures to the cup of tea left for Nagisa. Relax. You're almost done with your work, and you're doing well. He sits next to the boy with his own weekly task in his lap. We'll finish our work together. Nagisa's little hair sprigs perk up, as do the corners of his lips. Byakuya doesn't smile, but Nagisa's learned to detect the approving warmness in the Affluent Prodigy's eyes.

Byakuya hadn't believed that he would want a child in his custody. But on that day, back then, when he realized he was seeing his own childhood self within the lonely, anxious Nagisa, everything fell into place.

Monaca is taken along with Makoto and Komaru to see their parents. She's scared. She tried to kill their parents. She doesn't know how to act for loving parents. She doesn't know if they'll give any love to her. Not that she deserves any. Hmph. Maybe she should try to kill them again. After all, Monaca's parents rejected her, why should she accept the Naegis' parents? During the ride, Makoto keeps giving her little gestures of affection. He's been so proud of her rehabilitation, but it was inevitable that she would slip back into her former personality on days like this. Komaru keeps gazing nervously at Monaca, what if she does snap and try something? She trusts her brother, but she also trusts her own past with Monaca. Monaca trusts her own past, too. Monaca remembers how much her papa beat down any happiness that came from his own half-daughter. Letting her do whatever she wanted just to keep her out of his hair. Hitting her. Insulting her.

But when they finally arrive at their parents' home, she finds herself swept up into the same family hug. Monaca knows these two adults are also nervous about meeting the girl who tried to destroy them, but the more they look at each other, somehow, the more relaxed they all become. After all, as their son assures, Monaca has been doing well in her rehab. Mr. Naegi asks her how she's been, if she wants anything to drink, if she can get to the bathroom all right. He pats her on the head and smiles at her. Monaca tries, but she can't feel much affection welling up in her heart. Her face is blank, which just makes him a little more nervous. Once in a while, she tries to open her mouth to speak, but...no. She just imagines everyone at the table glaring at her. Makoto is sitting next to her, speaking for her. The gentleness of his tone helps her relax, just slightly. Upon relaxing, jealousy boils inside her. He makes having a loving family look so easy.

[anittam]

The Moon Will Sing

Vyn x Rosa|MC, angst, fluffy, Vyn's pov

Prompt: Rosa is the sun of Vyn's life, and he didn't care if she feel the same, as long he could feel her light shine on him.

Just a silly little fic, that I didn't proof-read.

It was warm summer day, I had just finished with today's lectures, as I closer from my office I can see a familiar face waiting at the door, the face that bring me so much joy, smiling so brightly at me, and no one else.

- What are you doing here? - I said not being able to hide my content.

- I was meeting a client near here, and after I was done I thought "why not pay a visit to my favorite doctor?" and now I'm here. - she said sweetly - Are you not happy to see me? - she said playing with her hair as if she teasing me.

- You know I'm always happy to see you, after all you are my favorite attorney. So, do have any plans for the night? - I already knew the reason for that question was "yes", she was the type of person who could plan a whole one week long getway withing seconds, and he loved that about her.

- Oh yes, my gentleman, - she said playfully - since it been such long time since we last meet, I shall make this night worth, first I will take you to dinner, then we have a lovely walk on the park, and to finish we will eat ice cream.

- You sure know how to spoil a man, - I laughed - I hope I am the only one getting that treatment. Okay, miss, tonight I'm all yours, lead the way.

Whoever could see this scene doesn't know what it's like to suffer, she is always so beautiful, contemplate the sun in her eyes, she can breathe life into you with just a mere glance, her voice is the most wonderful melody I ever heard, and... *sigh*

And is hard to have to share it with the world. As we walk through south stellis, I'm fueled with an ever so familiar jealousy, the fear of someone could look at her, and fall in love with her as deeply as I, and steal her away can be overwhelming at times. As we walk by a little bookshop, she stop on her tracks.

- You should go in the shop! - she stated, almost demanded.

- Sure, there is a book you want to search? I can help, let's go in...

- Noooo, you go in, not we - she said as her eyes shifted through the street.

- I thought today was about my lady pampering me, but I see something else picked your interest. What are you looking at? - as I try to find at she is looking at, I feel a pair of hands grabing my face, as she pull my face closer to her.

- Just go inside, you are going to ruin the suprise - she pouted, as her face was getting red.

- Okay, okay, I will go miss, but you will have to compensate me for abandoning me on our date. - she give me a small kiss, leaving me with a dumb smile on my face.

- I know, I will be right back - she said as she leaves.

As I enter the bookshop, I can see it is a rather cozy place, most of the books are old and used, which leaves the place with a unique smell, almost like the intere place was made of nostalgic feelings, as I walk through the bookshelves, I get lost in my thoughts.

I remember when I first meet her, I thought she was just a little girl with a boss who overestimated her abilities, but she was quick to prove me wrong, and I glad she did so, she was as smart as she was beatiful, and before I notice she became a beacon of light in my life, the type of light I wasn't use to.

My life before her seems like faint memory, all those years spent in the dark, they almost don't seem real anymore. Sometimes, when I all alone, I can still hear it, all those whispers that I heard when I still lived in Svart:

"You are just like your father"

"You have blood in your veins"

"You don't realy have heart"

I used to think that was true, but now I know it simply ain't the case, I know that I have a heart, because she stole it from me, but I don't care, I don't want it back, it is hers after all.

A small poke on my shoulder bring me back to reality, as I turn around I see a small figure holding a bouquet of roses, and I can't help but smile.

- Flowers for my beautiful boyfriend - she said proud of herself.

- They are very pretty, thank you.

- I remembered you said once you never got flowers, and you always give me them, so I thought this time I could give them to you.

That's just what I was talking about, how can I not love her, she is so lovely, and I know that I don't deserve her. Nobody treated me that way, like I am a normal person, with feelings and insecurities, most people sees me as the heir of the Haspran's family, or the infamous doctor Richter, but not her, for her I'm just Vyn.

After that she guided me to nice restaurant, it had a familiar atmosphere, the staff was polite, and seemed very acquainted with her, the staff talked about how she used to eat all the time, and she got a little embarrassed, and honestly, it made her look cuter.

As the night ends, we sit on a bench in the park, eating ice cream, she points at the stars talking about the constellations she can see, but I need to look at the sky to see the stars, the brightest one is already sitting by my side.

- Thank you - I say with a sigh.

- For what? - she says smiling.

- For everything, for the date, the flowers, being you, I guess I don't show enough how much love you. I love you, to the moon and back, and everytime we are together, I fall in love once more with you. Before I meet you my life was darkness, and then you appeared like light, and all the pain and sadness became a little more bearable because you were there with me. So will you allow me to be your moon? For you will always be my sun.

- Vyn - she tear up a bit - I love you too.

And in that moment there were only two of us in the world, our lips meet like it was first and last time we would kiss, there was a hunger and passion like it been years since the last time we kiss, it tasted as sweetly as the ice cream, and with the blessing of the stars, our love shall last forever.

[marylandlifecoaching]

I Get It

There is a great line from an old movie, where a young man said to an older gentleman, “How’s life?” The older man replies, “Taking forever.” I love that line. And the older I get, the more it resonates with me. So, let’s get into it.

I’ve got some years on me. In fact, more years behind than ahead. It’s cool. But as I look back at my life, I realize just how blessed I am. And the reason why I am blessed is, because I have always surrounded myself with people much older than me. I don’t recall it being a conscious decision. But I did it none the less anyway. I mean, most of my friends were older than me. And not just by a couple of years. But 10 to 20 to be exact. I routinely dated women much older than me as well. Hey, you vibe with who you vibe with.

As you get older, you start to realize a few things. I am still relatively young. But my life has tracked at a rate faster than most people my age. Just in the past 4 years alone, I’ve lost my daughter, brother, father, my 2 aunts and a couple of friends. Fuck bad things happen in 3’s. Life took a big swing at me. Yet here I am, still giving thanks. Still…

Having spent 39 years working in mental health, I’ve learned to read people. When I think of that line, “Taking forever”, I get it. When the years haven’t been kind and most of them are behind you, the thought of death no longer scares you. In fact, many welcome it. And why wouldn’t they? Most of their friends and family are gone. Their bodies are riddled with pain. People discount you on a daily basis. I’m only 59 and it happens to me all the time. Oh yeah, ageism is alive and well. So I get it.

So maybe try and suspend your judgement. Despite all the pain, all the problems and all the horrific things that I have endured, I am the most optimistic person you would meet. But many have already checked out. They’re already dead, but the body remains. Cut them some slack or simply shut the fuck up. Because I am in the gym 365 days a year at 4:30 in the morning, I can still probably out work, out hustle and outlast most people half my age. But the beauty of getting older is, I prove nothing to no one.

With my sense of humor intact, I admit there are some really funny things about getting older. I don’t mind the jabs. Lord knows, I jabbed my friends too. I laughed at them because they were different. They laughed at me because I was the same. Checkmate mother fucker. And at the end of the game, they truly won. They looked different, talked with a depth, and were thankful for every little thing. We could all take a page from that play book. And if we did, I promise you life would be more beautiful, more meaningful and more loving than you could ever imagine.

I know, I know. You don’t get it. But if you’re blessed with enough time…you will.

[felixiskandar]

Blushing and giggling like a schoolgirl because I keep thinking about Casimir and Rainier

[written-in-flowers]

No because I love your hotd-stuff, I would love to request something about Aemonds fiancee facing some internal dilemma. Her fiance is handsome, skilled, smart and gentle - but she can not seem to resist giving in to his brother Aegons advances

"Meet me in the North tower."

You'd found the letter stuck underneath the wine pitcher your handmaiden brought in. Immediately, you knew who had sent it: Aegon. Ever since you'd arrived in King's Landing, meant to be betrothed and married to Aemond Targaryen, Aegon made it a mission to charm you. So many reasons screamed at you not to go:

Aegon was married with two children. He was a drunken fool who usually slept in most mornings. He gambled too much. He got into fights he should've walked away from. He made lewd jokes at other people's expense; didn't care about duty or responsibilities. Family name and standing did not matter to the prince. He lived as he pleased. He is everything your parents wished you to stay away from.

Aemond was your betrothed, and you couldn't ask for a finer man. Skilled with a sword, he worked on his mind just as much. The both of you shared common interests in books and history. You enjoyed your garden walks in the morning and the tea time you both spent together every day. You've known Aemond and Aegon most of your life, since you and Aemond were betrothed at ages six and seven. Yet, Aemond was so...proper. He never made advances or tried to steal a kiss like Aegon had on occasion. He didn't leer at you, make sexual suggestions or flirt with you at all. A perfect gentleman, which you liked. Aemond made you feel like a true noble lady; the damsel to his hero. You loved him. You always have.

But, Aegon seemed so free from it all. He loosely played by court rules and etiquette, while Aemond lived by them. You liked the drinking games you both played at feasts and the times Aegon snuck you out of the city. You two never went far. He knew boundaries, at least. Yet, as you looked at the note in your hands, that boundary grew very thin.

You told your handmaiden you would be in the library for a while, and not to disturb you. It was a good choice. North Tower is near the library, so once you and Aegon finish, you can sit there and pretend you never left. Bypassing several guards and other nobles in the castle, Abandoned many years ago, North Tower is one of the older parts of the keep. Tall and facing towards the heart of King's Landing, you climbed up the spiraled staircase. Air became stuffy inside the faded red brick walls. Sunlight broke through the cracks and windows, so your way was halfway lit for you. The higher it went, the hotter the air became. You smelled the musty air when you reached the tower room. Cobwebs covered corners of the room, broken furniture and disused armor laid around like a storage place. This was where broken things went to die. Seeing the dust everywhere, you knew nobody came here.

"We're completely alone up here."

Aegon's voice made you jump. Hair cropped short, wavy and greasy, he was the exact opposite of the tall and lean Aemond. Another difference you liked.

You shouldn't be here.

You loved Aemond, and if he learned about this, he'd be so hurt. Thinking of his sharp, narrow face falling when he learns what you've done, broke your heart. Aemond pretended nothing bothered him, but you knew the pain lingered underneath the surface. It'd break his heart. He put so much trust in you; you are one of the few who have seen him open and vulnerable. You hated thinking of what might happen if he ever learned about it.

'That's why you need to leave.’ 

"Nobody comes up to this place," he said, smirking as he came closer to you.

Light eyes looked down your body, seeing you in the pale blue dress you'd chosen to wear. He strutted over to you through the dark room, before cupping your chin. Your lips met his gently like so many times before. You could taste the wine on his lips; smell the smoke on his clothes. Aemond only kissed you once. It’d been a chaste peck that he’d stolen before anyone noticed. He told you he couldn’t resist with you so close.  Aegon, however, had no trouble fulfilling your needs. You knew you should stop, pressing into a table when you kiss grew deeper, but how could you? You’d already dipped your toes in the pool; it only made sense to dive into the water. 

“Let me,” he whispered, lifting your dress slowly while you kissed, “Let me take it. Please.” 

“I can’t,” you said. “If I lose my maidenhead, Aemond will know.”

“Psh, how? I doubt he even knows where to put it.” He slid his hand between your thighs, and you gasped at the fingers rubbing through your clothes. “I tried educating him once, but I don’t think he got very far. You need someone more...experienced,” he started kissing down your neck as he pushed through the layers of clothing to touch your pussy. You timidly untied his breeches, and slipped your hand inside. You could still turn back before anyone noticed. “Someone who knows how to pleasure you properly.”

“I told you,” you began stroking his half-hard cock while he rolled his fingers around your center. The sensations running through caused your body to burn; you shut your eyes as you focused on the hand sliding against your clit. “I have to save it for Aemond. I...I don’t think I could handle lying to him that way.”

“You’re already lying to him,” he called out your weak excuse. “You told him you’d be going to the library, but you’re actually up here with me.” 

“I...”

Truth be told, you did not know why you came. The naughtiness of it all exciting you? The secrecy making it feel more special than it truly is? The thrill of possibly being caught at any time? You weren’t sure. You continued stroking Aegon, who began palming your breast while starting to slide a finger inside you, but you kept thinking of Aemond. Your tall, handsome, aloof soldier who’d been nothing but a gentleman with you. The man you wished you forget his morals for a few minutes and touch you the way Aegon did not. A second finger filled you, and you grabbed onto Aegon’s shoulder. Aegon’s fingers did sting for a bit. You thought you should be wet; that’s what you’d heard from other ladies you knew. But, there seemed to not be much. You felt his thumb rub over your clit, brushing the hardness in the middle and the folds around it. It brought slight pangs of pleasure like you thought it would. You needed to be quick before someone came and found you. 

It took only a few more pumps before Aegon was holding onto the table, hunched over your shoulder and grunting. You felt something hot and sticky touch your hand, getting caught in between your skin and the breeches. You attempted to ride Aegon’s hand in hopes of finding some sort of pleasure, but he pulled out almost immediately. 

“Aegon,” you looked at him, disappointed and confused, “We haven’t finished.”

“This is how quick ones work, my lady,” he said, beginning to tie his breeches back up, “You need to do some of the work yourself.”

“I’d never done...I didn’t know...”

“Now you do. Lesson learned, right?” 

Shame immediately fell over you. Aegon’s fingers had left an impression inside you, which you tried rubbing off with your thighs. You should never have come. You felt foolish for falling for the charms of a drunken idiot like Aegon, when you had Aemond nearby. 

“You’re not...” Aegon began, seeing you awkward stance, “You’re not going to tell Aemond, are you?”

“Of course not!”

“Oh good,” he said, relieved, “He’ll probably decapitate me if he knew.” He dared to kiss your lips, “If you ever want more, you know where to find me.” 

You watched him leave first, the guilt starting to fester in your stomach. Aemond could never know what happened. You needed to pretend the whole mess had never happened. Even with the arousal still inside you, you could walk it off. You left the tower. You managed to keep your tears back throughout the walk to your chambers. Not even the guard at your door noticed. When you shut the door, you thought you were alone, but quickly realized you weren’t. 

“Aemond!” 

Your worst fear had happened: Aemond knew. You could tell from his face. 

You worried about what came next. 

[marwritesgood]

Thread of Gold | S. Holmes

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Summary: [Based on Invisible String - Taylor Swift] Now that they are back in each other's lives, it becomes increasingly difficult for either to conceal their affections.

masterlist - PART ONE

A/N: this is the second and final part :)

'One year', Y/n read, squinting as she held the letter up to her eyes. 'One full year working as a governess without giving any thought or time to your future.' She huffed and reluctantly skimmed through the rest of her mother's letter while taking slow steps back to the kitchen where Enola waited for her.

Y/n's mother was not the least bit happy after learning her daughter had taken on a governess position as opposed to participating in the social season. In fact, her ladyship was so livid she sent a letter almost every week for a year criticising her daughter's decisions and imploring her to return home.

Until then, all of her letters read the same. It was four pages of criticism followed by a two-page plea to consider the dishonour she was subjecting her family name to. However, this one was only a few pages. Y/n's mama spent the first two droning on and on about how it had been a year, which had little impact on Y/n. Ultimately, it was the last page that caused her to stop in her tracks so abruptly, it made a sound that echoed through the empty corridor.

'There is a gentleman', Lady Y/l/n wrote. Y/n looked over her shoulder to ensure no one was around before bringing herself to read on. 'A suitor who expressed interest in courting you in your previous season, that was before Mr Harridge proposed.'

Y/n could hardly remember him. She knew he was a tall man whose father worked alongside hers. That was all she could recall.

'I informed him your engagement to Mr Harridge was no longer, and he has expressed interest in asking for your hand."

She stumbled back until she felt the wall behind her. Clutching onto the wood panels, Y/n inhaled sharply, the air in the hallway grow thick and suffocating. Even so, she could not stop reading.

'Your father has invited him to Christmas dinner, as I assured him you would be returning,' she read. Her immediate response was to feel cross with her mama that she would make such promises without consulting her. However, reading the following lines softened her frown.

'I know you will be reluctant to return but, my dear, I beg of you to consider it. If not for the sake of our family name, then for the sake of your future,' her ladyship continued. 'You will not be Miss Holmes' governess for many more years and I fear when you are inevitably dismissed you will regret not returning.'

Y/n sighed, conflicted as to what she was to do next. She knew returning home was the sensible decision to make, but the mere thought of it brought searing pain to her chest. How was she to leave them? How was she to marry a man she did not care for when there was another who possessed every ounce of her affection?

She decided to give it more thought later in the evening when she was alone in her quarters and was free of any distractions. Standing tall, she returned to the kitchen to Enola who sat on a barstool waiting impatiently for her next lesson to commence.

The young girl's eyes lit up when Y/n returned until she quickly noticed her troubled expression. It was unlike her to be anything short of enthusiastic. Enola noticed the sheets of paper in one of her hands and the torn envelope in the other.

"Is that a letter, Y/n?"

"Yes," she jolted, realising she still had it. Before Enola could inquire further, Y/n shook her head and discarded the letter into the nearest waste bin. "But do not pay any mind to it. It was nothing important."

Having no reason to doubt her, Enola nodded and drew her attention back to the ingredients Y/n had laid out in front of her. She watched curiously as the woman then rummaged through the pantry before returning to the table with two round metal tins.

"Today you will learn how to bake and decorate a cake," Y/n announced, a playful grin growing evident on her face as she watched Enola grimace just as she expected.

"You cannot be serious," the young groaned.

"All week, we have spent our lesson time engaging in all the experiments you wanted to conduct," Y/n reminded her before gesturing outside to the bits of pumpkin scattered throughout the garden after exploding. "I have decided we should try and do something that won't shatter any of the windows."

"Is this why you dismissed the kitchen staff for the day?"

Enola recalled watching the cooks and scullery maid leaving the gates and being confused as to what Y/n was planning.

"They will return in time to prepare dinner," the older girl assured, rolling her eyes mockingly. Enola huffed.

"Y/n, I refuse to believe you expect me to stay in the kitchen when there is so much learn out there," she whined.

The woman chuckled and placed her hands on the young girl's shoulder. She had a habit of becoming irritable whenever she did not have her way. It reminded Y/n of another member of the Holmes family she knew quite well.

"But Enola," Y/n began, playfully mimicking the girl's whinging tone. "There is still so much to learn here."

"Did my brother put you up to this?" Enola asked with narrowed eyes.

Y/n scoffed, offended she would even think that would happen.

"I am your governess," the woman proclaimed. "Thus, it is I who decides what you learn and when you learn it. Not Sherlock."

"But, Y/n-"

"Mark my words, Enola Holmes, there will come a day where you will have to disguise as a scullery maid for an investigation," Y/n vowed. "And only then will you realise how useful it is to have an extensive skillset, even if it includes skills you do not care for."

The young girl sighed. Perhaps she had a point, and perhaps considering all she was able to learn from her in a year, she ought to place a bit more trust in Y/n teaching methods.

After hours of mixing ingredients and waiting for their cakes to be cooled enough to frost, Y/n showed Enola how to fill a piping bag and began instructing her on how to use it.

"Steady your hand, Enola," Y/n spoke softly. "The icing will appear more consistent if you do not tremble quite so much."

Though she was still irritated they were not doing outdoor activities like she hoped, Enola nodded and did her best to follow her governess' advice. Y/n grinned as she watched the young girl finish icing with impressive precision. After finishing, Enola slumped her shoulders and put the icing bag aside.

"Y/n, I still do not understand the point in teaching me this," she spoke honestly. It felt like a contradiction to everything she believed in. Principles she thought Y/n shared as well.

"It is called transferrable skills, my dear," she explained as they both stepped back and marvelled at the cakes they made. "You may not enjoy baking, but you have learned how certain ingredients react with one another. And you may not enjoy icing cakes, but you have practised steadiness and precision which..."

Y/n turned to face Enola with a grin, knowing she would be elated to hear what she had to say next.

"... Will prove useful to you when we conduct some dissections tomorrow," she finished.

Just as Enola's eyes lit up, the door to the kitchen swung open and their conversation was interrupted.

"I do hope you plan on doing that far away from where we store our food."

Sherlock smirked as he walked in and took his hat off. He should have been accustomed to the feeling of coming home to his sister and Y/n, but every time he did he felt his heart flutter rapidly inside his chest.

"Sherlock, we were not expecting you," Y/n spoke, confused as to what he was doing home when he was meant to be heading to London to meet with a new client.

"I had a change of heart," he answered vaguely. Y/n crinkled her brow in confusion, but Enola shared a knowing grin with her older brother.

Ever since Y/n became her governess, Enola could not help but notice how often her brother delayed returning to London all so he could continue spending his days pretending to read the papers and write letters to clients. She knew his attention was focused somewhere else on someone else.

"Well, in that case, you must try this cake I made," Y/n insisted before taking a fork and pulling out a bit from the cake Enola had just finished icing.

She held the fork up to him, expecting Sherlock to take it from her hand and eat the bit of cake. Much to Y/n's surprise and Enola's amusement, Sherlock leaned over slowly and ate the piece, his eyes never leaving hers.

He began smirking at her dumbfounded expression and the way her hand shook while she held up the fork, but his smile was short-lived when he began coughing, his mouth overcome by a bitter taste.

"Do you not like it?" Y/n asked worriedly.

"No, no!" Sherlock shook his head and force the vile cake down without so much as wincing. The last thing he wanted to do was insult Y/n's baking, despite it being clear there was much room for improvement. He gulped and forced a smile. "It is delicious."

He felt relieved when her worried expression faded, but he quickly found himself confused when she glanced at Enola who had been studying him closely. The two girls threw their heads back in fits of laughter, leaving Sherlock all the more puzzled.

"Enola made that cake," Y/n explained as she tried to catch her breath. He furrowed his brows, still lost as to what the source of amusement was. The woman shook her head and clarified. "She mistook the salt for sugar, hence the very bitter taste."

"But you said you made it," Sherlock stated.

"Only because she knew you would lie to her about how it tasted," Enola interjected. She laughed once more before turning to her governess. "You were right, Y/n. He does have a tell."

"I do not have a tell," he denied defensively.

Sherlock thought himself unreadable. While he could deduce an endless list of facts about a person, he took pride in the belief that he was not so easy to pick apart.

"That was precisely what I told Y/n, but she was adamant she could prove it," Enola said, a newfound excitement soaring through her because she finally knew something her all-knowing older brother did not.

"Well, now I am interested to know." Sherlock placed his hands on the edge of the kitchen table and leaned closer to Y/n.

She glanced at Enola who had a mischievous grin. Watching the two of them banter had been her primary source of entertainment for the past year. Y/n lifted her hand and slowly grazed her fingers along the bottom of his face.

"You tense your jaw after telling a lie."

He froze for a second, too entranced by her touch to remember to move. It was not until Enola and Y/n began laughing again that he stood straight and narrowed his eyes. Only then did he feel a cold sensation along the side of his face and realised Y/n had smeared cake frosting on him.

"Ah, so the two of you find this amusing?"

Without giving it a second thought, Sherlock reach out his hand and scooped a large chunk of the bitter frosted cake and ran around the table to where the girls stood. Y/n was quick to scurry, but Enola had little time to run before her smeared cake all along the left side of her face.

"Sherlock, you are acting like a child!" Y/n shrieked, clasping her hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter.

"You only say that because you have started a war you are unable to finish," he retorted, before scooping another handful and hurrying towards her.

Though Y/n managed to only just escape his wrath with the table in between them, Sherlock opted to do the unthinkable. He swung his arm and sent the cake in his hand flying until it plopped on Y/n's hair. Enola was the first to react.

"Was that a giggle I heard, Miss Holmes?" Y/n narrowed her eyes and attempted to look intimidating, which made the young laugh harder. When Y/n scooped a piece of cake and tossed it on Enola's head in retaliation, all trace of sensibility and decorum vanished.

The three of them scooped as much as they could hold and raced around the kitchen table trying to lob it at one another. Enola eventually found herself ducked beneath the table, laughing quietly to herself. Meanwhile, Sherlock wrapped an arm around Y/n and smeared the side of her face with a cake he held in his other hand.

"You will regret that, Sherlock!" Y/n scooped the last of the cake on both her hands before smearing it all along the sides of his face until it was covered completely in chocolate cake and white frosting.

Enola came out from under the table and fell into fits of laughter at the sight of her brother. With no more cake left to throw the three of them had nothing left to do but laugh at how ridiculous they looked.

"Enola, please go and wash as much of the cake off so you are not a sticky mess at the dinner table." Y/n chuckled as she guided the young girl out of the kitchen and watched her leave a frosting trail as she made her way down the hall.

When Y/n turned back around she watched as Sherlock struggled to blink with all the frosting covering his eyes. Though she found it most endearing and most amusing, she could not watch the poor man struggle any longer. Y/n silently approached him and gently wiped the frosting away from his eyes.

"Better?" She asked, chuckling beneath her breath.

"You are a terrible influence on us," Sherlock jested.

"I smeared the smallest bit of frosting on your face," she rolled her eyes. "You threw a piece of cake at my head from the other side of the kitchen."

They both laughed. Perhaps they were both influencing one another.

"I wonder how my brother would react if he caught wind of this," Sherlock smirked. Mycroft had no tolerance for improper behaviour. It was precisely why Sherlock always talked him out of visiting their home.

"Oh he would be livid," Y/n giggled. "Honestly, it is no wonder he found a match with Miss Harrison."

They visited just a few weeks ago to announce their engagement. Though it caught both Sherlock and Y/n by surprise, by the end of their meal it was clear to both that they were a match made in heaven.

"That reminds me," Sherlock began. "I will be in Nottingham next week, but I should return in time to accompany you and Enola to London."

Y/n scrunched her brows in confusion.

"What on earth are you referring to?"

"The wedding, of course," he answered.

"I was not aware I had been extended an invitation," Y/n admitted honestly. Sherlock's eyes widened, shocked she thought such formalities were necessary when her attendance was never in question. She simply shrugged. "Well, I thought the occasion was open only to close family and friends."

"That is precisely why you are expected to be there."

How she could have ever thought otherwise was beyond Sherlock. From where he stood, Y/n was a significant person in his life and that of his siblings. If not because of the year she spent with them, then it was because of all the years she spent before looking out for the three of them. Him, especially.

"Then... very well," she smiled.

Y/n wondered if she was reading too much into his words, but ultimately decided it did not matter. She had spent much of the past year feeling uncertain about where she stood amidst the Holmes family. Was she anything more than Enola's governess? At last, her worries were put to rest.

"Splendid," Sherlock chirped.

"I suppose I should clean the frosting off before the kitchen staff return to make dinner," she chuckled, before excusing herself and heading to her quarters.

Even after she left, he still found himself smiling. There was something about her presence and the effect it had on him. There was something about the way they had grown closer and closer over the course of her time working there. Something he was most grateful for.

Sherlock lifted his hands to his face and wiped off as much of the cake as he could before scanning the room for a waste bin. He spotted one just beside the table and went to scrape the frosting off his hands but froze when he saw a discarded letter.

He flicked the cake off his hands and reached down to retrieve the sheet of paper. It was the last page of Lady Y/n's long-winded letter to her daughter. Sherlock's nostrils flared when he read about the gentleman that was supposedly interested in asking for her hand. His stomach dropped when he read her mother's plea for her to return to their home.

Unable to read any further, Sherlock put the letter back into the bin and huffed, regretting ever retrieving the letter, to begin with.

***

A month passed and though Y/n was going about her governess duties, as usual, things were drastically different. Her eyes were not as bright and there was no bounce in her step. She dragged her feet across the Holmes estate haunted by the reminder that her days there was now numbered.

"Are you sure you want to leave, Y/n?"

Enola drew her arrow back and released it before turning to face her governess. She completely missed her target, but she was far too concerned about Y/n to care for it.

"I do not want to leave you, Enola," Y/n spoke sorrowfully. She sighed before walking over to the young girl who drew another arrow back with appalling technique.

She adjusts her elbow before stepping back. Enola slumped her shoulders before releasing the arrow. Another miss, but she was too distracted to try and improve her form.

"If you do not want to leave then why are you still going?"

Y/n frowned as she struggled to come up with a simple answer. How could she explain to Enola that while sitting in the chapel and witnessing Mycroft marry Miss Harrison, it dawned on her that her chances of experiencing marriage were fleeting? How was she to say that the longer she spent working at their home the more she feared for her future?

"It is complicated, Enola."

"I might be able to understand," she smiled weakly. "I have been told I am quite bright for my age."

"That you are," Y/n chuckled.

The two of them sunk down and sat cross-legged on the grass. As a light breeze picked up and swept over her cheeks, Y/n closed her eyes and did her best to find the right words.

"Enola, there will come a time when you will be faced with a difficult choice," she began. "Your emotions will sway you one way and your sense and logic will sway you another."

The governess sighed as her gaze returned to the Holme's family house and the window into Sherlock's window. Her emotions had always swayed her towards him, ever since the day they played out in the garden as young kids.

"I think I may have allowed my emotions to sway too many of my recent decisions," Y/n exhaled, allowing her shoulder to slump while lowering her head sheepishly. "And I fear if I let that continue... I will come to realise I have neglected my own well-being beyond the point of repair."

Though her explanation was vague, Enola had spent enough time with Y/n to pick up on the subtext, and she just knew her brother had a role to play in all of it. Even so, Enola felt a world's worth of sympathy towards the woman who put her life on hold just to spend a year teaching her about the world.

"I understand, Y/n. But, I must admit..." Enola turned to face her as her eyes glossed over and her bottom lip began to quiver. "I will miss you terribly."

"Oh, I will miss you too, Enola," Y/n cried, immediately standing up so she could hug the young girl properly. She gently stroked Enola's hair and sniffled. "Promise me you will be good for your next governess."

"Even if she is only half as smart as you?"

"If that be the case," Y/n smirked, pulling away and gently placing her hands on the sides of the young girl's face. "I trust you will bring her up to your speed."

Enola giggled before wiping her tears away. Y/n did the same before shaking off her sorrows if at least for the time being. She still had to tell Sherlock and that was sure to leave her in an even bigger mess of tears.

"Nonetheless, I am not leaving just yet," Y/n smiled, trying to lighten the mood. She still had a job to do, even if it were for another two weeks. "And you, my dear, are still in need of archery lessons. I will retrieve your arrows so you may try again."

While the woman paced to the other end of the field and searched for all four arrows, Enola saw her brother walking over. He stopped beside his younger sister and studied her closely.

"Your eyes are red," he stated, concerned. "Have you been crying?"

"Of course, I have been crying, Sherlock," Enola scoffed. She furrowed her brows and stared at him, puzzled. "How are you so composed when Y/n will be leaving in a matter of weeks?!"

His face fell immediately, as though the blood coursing through his veins came to an abrupt halt. Enola gasped beneath her breath, realising her mistake. She glanced between her now distraught brother and her still clueless governess, suddenly worried about the conflict that would arise.

Sherlock's heart thumped as he watched Y/n return to where they stood. It could not be, he told himself. After reading the letter from her mama, Sherlock's worries faded. He thought her disposing of the letter was a clear indication she never even entertained the idea of going home. Now, he was struggling to accept that she had a change of heart.

"Hello, Sherlock," Y/n chirped, smiling at the older Holme's sibling only to be completely ignored. She thought nothing of his indifferent reaction and turned her attention back to Enola. "Hold your elbow higher and do not slump your shoulders."

The young girl nodded before focusing on the apple hanging from the tree across the field. She released and missed the fruit narrowly, prompting her to let out a frustrated huff. Enola turned to Y/n in hopes she knew what went wrong, but her governess was preoccupied side glancing at her brother who was refusing to even look her way.

"Y/n?"

"Oh, sorry, Enola," Y/n jolted, before handing her the next arrow. "I suggest you change your stance and... do not release so hastily. Ensure you are satisfied with your aim before letting go."

Enola nodded and took a minute or so to correct her aim. The sudden breeze prompted her to hold still and wait.

All the while, Y/n stared ahead at the apple hanging from the tree, her train of thought riddled with questions as to why Sherlock was acting so strange. Had she done something wrong?

"Is it true you are leaving to accept a proposal of marriage?"

Sherlock spoke with such sudden aggression it caused Y/n to jump and Enola to unintentionally release her arrow and, surprisingly enough, hit the apple and bring it to the ground. The young girl turned to her governess, wondering if she saw what happened, but her eyes never left his. While she stared at him in horror, he was glaring back, his nostrils flared and temple creased.

"I hit the target," Enola spoke softly as she smile weakly, hoping it would ease the tension if even slightly.

The tension between the two adults grew thick and before either of them could say anything more, Y/n turned to Enola and gently place her hand on the small of her back.

"Enola, please go inside," Y/n whispered.

Though the young girl wanted to know what would happen next, she obeyed and took her bow with her back into the house. Once she was out of earshot, Y/n turned back to Sherlock who appeared to have gotten more agitated with each passing second.

"So it is true?"

Her guilty demeanour was all the answer Sherlock needed. His tone was no longer accusatory but blatantly angry. How could she leave Enola? Moreover, how could she leave him? Had he miscalculated the nature of their relationship entirely? Y/n narrowed her eyes pointedly.

"How did you know there was a proposal?"

Y/n deduced that Enola told him she was leaving, but the young girl was not aware of the proposal. In fact, Y/n made a point not to tell another soul about it, so there was only one way Sherlock knew.

"You read my letter," Y/n gasped, shocked he would do something so improper and invasive.

"I found it in the waste bin and assumed you had discarded both the paper and the notion of returning home," he defended.

"Well, you assumed wrong."

She felt her cheeks burn and her forehead crease and her conflicting emotions intensified. It pained her to have to tell the news to him, but the tone he was taking made her blood boil. Was she not allowed to act in a manner contrary to what he wanted and expected of her? Sherlock scoffed.

"What on earth are you doing, Y/n?" He shook his head disappointedly, which only infuriated her more. "Were you going to just leave without giving me any notice and return with-child in the spring as some lowly gentleman's wife?"

"You forget yourself, Mr Holmes," Y/n hissed. "I do not deserve spoken to with such an ill-manner, nor should I be expected to disclose personal information simply because you are upset."

"I see you are choosing to ignore my question," he retorted.

"Because it is ridiculous of you to react in such a way!"

He had every opportunity to express his affections for her openly and explicitly. 365 days, to be exact. Why was he so shocked at her decision to accept another's proposal while she had the opportunity? How could he feel so entitled to her time and her life?

"These past years have been wonderful," Y/n expressed honestly, before exhaling exasperatedly and meeting his gaze. "I cannot deny how much I've enjoyed working with Enola and... and with you, but this was bound to happen."

"Is that what you've convinced yourself?"

Sherlock scoffed with such confidence and disapproval. Y/n gritted her teeth and stepped closer to him, unwilling to succumb to any of his plain attempts at belittling her reasons.

"How a man with your intelligence can still be so ignorant continues to surprise me," she spat. "Sherlock... if I were to stay, what will happen when Enola comes of age and she ventures to fulfil her own pursuits and desires and when you inevitably return to London? Will I be left here alone and unemployed once again?"

Her last words were reminiscent of the time she watched his carriage leave for London hoping he would turn back to see her waving. He never did. Sherlock furrowed his brows, thinking back to that time but only for a split second, reminding himself he was not that person anymore.

"I would never-"

"Did you expect me to just serve you and your family until you no longer needed me around?" Y/n glowered.

"You know that is not true," he fired back.

"What I know," Y/n rebuked, "- is that there is a gentleman in my hometown who is willing to have my hand and has acted on his feelings because he understands how little time I have to spare on stolen glances and tense conversations."

It was all they had spent doing for the past year. Even in spite of her best attempts at communicating that she yearned for more. She could not contain her resentment any longer.

Sherlock's eyes widened his expression a mix of shock and hurt he quickly concealed with anger. His defensiveness overpowered both his better judgement and the voice in his head, warning him not to say anything he would quickly live to regret.

"If that is how you feel, Miss Y/l/n, I cannot understand why you ever agreed to take this position."

"I took it for Enola!" She shouted, before breathing heavily in silence and disclosing the entire truth. "... And for you! Because, despite how frustratingly difficult, stubborn and patronising you can be, I still find myself caring an awful lot for you and your family."

If only he knew the arguments she had with her mama when she accused her of being too involved in their lives. Y/n could hardly help herself. Back home, she had no one else to talk to aside from private tutors and other members of staff. The friendship and companionship she found with Sherlock and his siblings was a relationship she craved terribly.

"I find that very difficult to believe considering how easily you made the decision to leave me," he hissed, too overcome with emotions to realise what he was saying.

"Easy?!" Y/n repeated, widening her eyes. "You believe this decision was easy for me to make?"

She has spent so many hours and sleepless nights contemplating her decision, constantly haunted by the pain she would cause if she chose to go. Did he think her so heartless?

"Well, when exactly were you planning on telling me about it?"

"When I was certain you were not going to go absolutely ballistic like you are right now," Y/n answered. She hoped he would understand her reasons for leaving and be civil if not for her sake then for the sake of their now dwindling friendship.

"How do you expect me to react to the news that I will have to find a new governess for Enola in no less than a month?"

Sherlock tossed his hands up in frustration before turning his back to her and walking away. Y/n marched ahead of him and blocked his path, offended by the implication of his words.

"Do you mean to insinuate that your primary concern is that you will have to find my replacement before the new year?"

"It is my only concern, Miss Y/l/n," Sherlock spat, moving closer glaring down at her. "You are my sister's governess."

She was stunned by what he was trying to say. Though she tried to match his glaring gaze, the more his words settled the more suffocating the air around them felt. A lump grew in her throat as she mustered enough energy to test just how far he was willing to go.

""Is that all I am?"

"That is all you are to me," he answered swiftly, without even a second's hesitation.

Sherlock wanted to appear convincing, and to a degree he did. She was close to believing him, only she knew in the depths of her soul that the love she had for him was not unrequited. To make that fact even clearer to her, Y/n watched as he instinctively clenched his jaw immediately after speaking. She inched closer and narrowed her eyes.

"You are a terrible liar, Sherlock."

And that made it worse. To know he was willing to lie to her face about his feelings for her as punishment for doing what she thought was best for her. Y/n never knew a pain so wretched and so conflicting because, despite it all, she still loved him.

Sherlock gulped nervously and watched her leave him alone on the field while she headed inside without turning back. He sighed before sinking into the grass beneath him, unsure whether he could live with the consequences of what he had said.

***

The following weeks passed swiftly, but the tension between Y/n and Sherlock remained unchanged. It did not help that during those two weeks, neither spoke a single word to the other. After their argument, Sherlock went to London for 8 days. When he finally returned, he locked himself away in his study during the day and instructed the staff to send his food to him there.

Even when Y/n's uncle, Francis, arrived and loaded their carriage with her luggage, Sherlock remained in his study with the curtains closed and the door locked. Though she did not know what exactly she would do or say, she hoped he would come out and mutter a quiet goodbye.

Yet, when her uncle came back in and announced loudly that the carriage was ready to take them to the train station, the door remained shut. Y/n frowned and turned to face Enola whose cheeks were already damp.

"Oh Enola," Y/n murmured, pulling the girl into her arms and hugging her as tightly as she could. She gently patted her hair down and kissed the top of her head. It was nice to know at least one of the Holmes siblings was going to miss her.

After pulling apart, Y/n held the sides of the young girl's face and gently wiped her tears with her thumbs. Enola sniffled before meeting the woman's gaze.

"Promise me you will try to avoid jumping out of moving trains while I am gone," Y/n spoke softly. Enola giggled before nodding her head.

When silence befell the halls of the Holmes family house, Y/n instinctively glanced at the door to Sherlock's study. She sighed disappointedly.

"I suppose this is it," she muttered in disbelief.

He could not cast aside his ego for even a minute. Enola waved with sympathetic eyes as she watched Y/n and Francis leave the gates. When the horses began trotting along the road, she turned back, hanging on to the tiniest shred of hope he was chasing after them. She had never been so saddened to see nothing but an empty country road.

When the workers began closing the gate after Y/n's departure, Enola's nostrils flared as she stormed towards her brother's study.

She banged her fists against the door as aggressively as she could. When he still refused to answer, Enola, pulled out a specially bent nail she kept tucked beneath her bootstrap. Remembering Y/n's demonstration, Enola inserted the nail into the keyhole and jiggled it until it unlocked.

The door swung open and Enola walked in cautiously, her expression growing more and more concerned with each step. Sherlock's study, once an immaculately kept room looked as though a hurricane had blown through. Then there, sitting at his chair with his head in his hands was a now rugged, bearded and sullen-eyed detective.

"Sherlock?"

Enola almost questioned if he was a different man entirely. She walked around his desk and stood beside him, unsure what exactly was going through his mind.

"Has she left already?"

His voice was timid and croaky, a true testament to how distraught he was. However, when he lifted his head looked his sister in the eye, he appeared expressionless.

Enola furrowed her brows. Though she hated to see her brother so distraught, she refused to ignore how cruel he was being to a woman who cared about him too much for her own good.

"Why did you not stop her?"

Sherlock huffed before turning to his desk where a damp glass and an almost empty bottle of rum rested. He poured the last of it out.

"She made the decision to leave," he muttered groggily, lifting the glass to his lips. "I was merely respecting it."

Enola scoffed, snatching the glass away before he could sip. She poured the liquor out on the floor in front of her but resisted the urge to slam the glass against his stupid desk.

"Though not enough to say goodbye to her?"

Sherlock inhaled sharply, knowing his sister made a fair point. She watched as he let out what she could only assume was a quiet sob.

"I wouldn't have been able to bear it," he admitted sorrowfully, running his hand over his mouth and the stubble that had grown.

Enola sighed before placing a hand on his arm and bobbing down until they were at eye level. She thought back to her conversation with her former governess on the grass just outside her home.

"Y/n told me that there comes a time in life where you will be faced with a choice. Your heart will sway you one way and your head will sway you another."

Before he could begin to understand what she meant, Enola stood back up and reach for the nearest sheet of paper she could reach.

"You, my dear idiotic brother," she sneered, taking the rolled-up newsletter and whacking the back of his head. "- have spent far too long listening only to your logic."

Sherlock rubbed the back of his but felt an impending urge to chuckle. Y/n clearly left a significant impression on his sister, who had otherwise never spoken ill of him. That was always Y/n's forte.

Enola kissed her teeth in annoyance. They did not have the luxury of sitting around and reminiscing. Not when Y/n was getting closer to the station with every passing second.

"Sherlock," she cried out, placing her hand on his shoulders though resisting the urge to shake him about wildly. "Do you believe Y/n is a person worth fighting for?"

He nodded once, then quickly realised what he needed to do just that. He needed to fight. Not a moment later, the detective was rising from his chair and donning his coat and hat before racing out the door, his sister trailing closely behind him.

However, their feet came to a sudden halt when they looked around their empty lawn. Sherlock cursed beneath his breath kicking the rocks on the ground in frustration. With no carriage insight, they had no way of getting to the station before Y/n's train left.

"We will never make it in time," Sherlock grumbled.

He turned to his sister whose eyes landed on the two bikes resting against the front gate. She turned back to him with a grin.

"That is all a matter of perspective."

With no other viable option, Sherlock found himself pedalling his old bike he last rode when he was a mere child. They had barely made it past the gate when he started to struggle.

"Sherlock, you'll need to pedal faster or we will never make it in time," Enola shouted.

"Well, you will have to excuse me if I'm finding it difficult to pedal a bike I rode when I was 12," he rolled his eyes, growing frustrated with his bike, his sister and himself. 

Enola huffed and tried to think of a way to improve their chances of reaching the station. Luckily, she and Y/n had spent several afternoons riding around their local area and discovering hidden paths and shortcuts. It took her a matter of seconds to think of a shortcut that went downhill to account for Sherlock's inability to pedal his bicycle.

Unfortunately, Enola overestimated her brother's ability to steer and underestimated how narrow and winding the shortcut was. The first time they tumbled over and went rolling through a muddy field, she suspected Sherlock would count his losses and preserve his dignity.

When she watched him stand up after each fall and continue to ride the bicycle despite being covered in grass clippings, mud and faint bruises, Enola knew she had underestimated just how much he cared for Y/n.

The 9am train was boarding and Y/n felt her feet drag as she reluctantly approached the entrance door. Her uncle Francis stepped into the train carriage and held his hand out to his niece. She raised her and made one step in until she heard the one voice she had been missing for weeks.

"Stop!"

Y/n stepped back and turned to see where the voice came from, her eyes widening when she saw Sherlock pushing past several people with Enola following closely behind him. She gasped quietly, unable to fully believe he was in fact chasing after her.

"What on earth are the two you doing here?"

The siblings stopped when they finally reached her, both of them huffing from all the running they had just done. Francis stepped onto the platform and watched with a silent grin. About time, he thought to himself.

Y/n scrunched her brows in confusion when she noticed the grass in both their hair and the mud that stained Sherlock's clothes and covered parts of his face.

"And why do you both look like you have been tumbling through the garden?" she added, stepping forward and pulling a small twig out from Enola's now tangled and frizzed hair.

Before she could step back, Sherlock's hand reached for hers and Enola stepped aside so that he could finally face her. Y/n's breath hitched, curious as to what he had to say now that he was finally acknowledging her presence.

"Y/n, I am sorry," he spoke sincerely, throwing caution to the wind and finally allowing his feeling to surface. "I have been acting so incredibly foolish and childish in these past two weeks."

"That you have," Y/n muttered, maintaining a disapproving expression yet also a firm grip on his trembling hands.

"I know I should not have read the letter and I should not have lied to you about what you were to me," he added ashamedly.

Sherlock knew the second Y/n called him a terrible liar that he would live to regret what he had done and said. It was not long before the guilt ate away at him to the point where he could not bear to face her and resorted to locking himself in his study.

"The truth is, the two years I spent alone in London was absolute torture," he explained. "I had everything I thought I had wanted: the independence, the career and all the mysteries I could possibly want to solve. Yet, it was not until I saw you again that I realised what I had been missing all along."

A companion. A partner who knew just how to bruise his ego, who made life all the more vibrant and more interesting and who knew his every flaw and every shortcoming yet, by some miracle, loved him still.

"I am so sorry, Y/n," Sherlock sighed. "And I will do everything it takes to earn your trust and forgiveness. I will spend the rest of my life doing so if need be, but please, I beg of you..."

He inhaled sharply as his grip on her hands grew firmer. Y/n's heart had been racing the entire time she had been listening, only coming to a sudden stop when Sherlock spoke in a quiet whisper.

"Don't go."

He gazed at her intently, hoping he had done enough to change her mind. She felt tempted to give in but resisted.

"Why, Sherlock?" Y/n asked quietly, knowing Sherlock was right at the precipice of saying what she had always wanted to hear from him.

"You know why," he replied.

Though it was unspoken, Sherlock knew it was always mutually understood that they cared for each other greatly, in ways that went beyond the mere friendship they once had in the past.

"Yes, but..." Y/n let out a small smile. "- I’d like to hear you say it."

Sherlock breathed deeply, hoping to still his racing heart. He had spent so long denying his affections for her than an entire year trying to conceal it. Now he was trying to muster the courage to outright say it.

"Iloveyou," he expressed rapidly, too anxious to notice how fast he had spoken.

It was not until he heard snickering from Enola and Francis that he realised. Y/n raised a brow and smirked, satisfied with the fact that he finally said, even in an almost incoherent rush. However, Sherlock was not satisfied. He needed to be sure she knew.

"I...I love you, Y/n," he repeated firmly. "And I know am difficult, prideful and stubborn, and you are deserving of so much more... but I have let you go once before and I will not sit idly and allow it to happen again. Not without fighting for at the very least a chance."

"A chance at what?" Y/n asked, eyebrows raised and gaze narrowed in amusement. She slipped her hands away from his and place them on the edges of his shoulders.

"At subjecting you to a destiny of tolerating my ego until death do us both part," Sherlock smirked.

Y/n laughed as she fondly recalled when she said those very words to him in an insult at the gala for the London mapmaker society. It did not sound quite as daunting as it did that night.

In fact, after hearing him apologise and express his affections to her, Y/n thought it a particularly favourable notion.

Unable to wait another moment, she linked her fingers behind Sherlock's neck and leaned into his embrace. Sherlock placed his hand on her upper back and held her close, feeling all the more relieved when the 9am train finally left the station.

For his beloved was staying with him.

***

The man turned around and smiled at the woman behind him, tightening his grip on her hand and keeping a close eye on where she stepped as she exited the train. The girl, who had been waiting close to an hour for their arrival raced towards the couple, her arms stretched out as wide as she could, pulling them both into her embrace.

"It is so lovely to see you again Enola," Y/n exclaimed.

The girl stepped back and gasped when she realised how much her former governess had grown. Y/n rubbed her abdomen gently and giggled, having already grown accustomed to such reactions. Sherlock lifted his wife's hand to his lip and kissed her knuckles affectionately before stepping away to organise a carriage.

Enola grinned as she watched the exchange. She had never seen her brother so happy. Turning back to her sister-in-law, Enola's eyes were drawn to the elegant pendant she wore.

"You have a beautiful necklace, Y/n."

She raised her hand to her chest and smiled gratefully, remembering all she went through to not only retrieve it but to finally inherit it. Perhaps she would tell Enola all about it after dinner at her parent's estate, in exchange for a story of what happened to her after jumping out of the train.

As the two of them continued down the platform, Y/n scanned the station and felt her breath hitch when she saw a familiar woman. She narrowed her eyes, trying to be sure it was the same woman and raced towards her the moment she was certain.

"Agatha."

The older woman looked up from her table with a knowing grin. She had been expecting the younger woman's arrival, and not a moment too soon. Agatha stood from her seat and smiled warmly.

"Miss Y/l/n," she chirped before observing how different the younger woman looked compared to the last time they spoke. Agatha smirked. "I see you did in fact have a change of luck,"

Y/n furrowed her brows, confused as to what she meant until she remembered. When Agatha studied the lavalier she wore, Y/n swiftly recalled the signs she had been given and found herself dumbfounded.

The field of daffodils Enola landed in after jumping out of the train; the necklace she lost and had to work with Sherlock to retrieve; the cartographers at the gala they attended while pretending to be a couple and the apple Enola used as a target during the archery lesson cut short due to her and Sherlock's argument.

All of the signs she never paid any mind to were always there, guiding her down the path that led to her husband. Y/n chuckled.

"So it appears even sceptics cannot escape their destiny."

Agatha laughed, fondly recalling several readings she gave to Y/n despite her vocal scepticism. After wishing her well, Agatha walked past and approached a young girl sitting along on another bench. Y/n returned to Enola and Sherlock who stood waiting at the other end of the platform, but not without slipping the last of the coins she had in her purse into the glass jar Agatha kept at her table.

By the time Y/n reached the carriage, Enola was already seated inside while Sherlock held the door open with the doting smile he wore every day since his wedding. She grinned as she approached him. Perhaps she would tell him about the signs she had been given during an evening stroll through her mother's garden when it was just the two of them.

When the horses began trotting, Y/n found herself unable to stop smiling. The last time she was in her hometown, she was facing an impending uncertainty as to how her future would unfold. Now, years later, she felt a newfound appreciation for the way her life had unravelled and for the greater force that pulled her closer to the arms of the man she had loved for so long, like a mystical thread of gold.

Or an invisible string.

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SUNNY GIRL

One shot // wc- 4.5k

Tags- angst, smut

Synopsis- you discovered something about your boyfriend that wasn't meant for you to see

It was 4.31am in the morning, when you had to get up and leave for the airport to pick up your boyfriend Gojo who had been away for a mission overseas.

After picking Satoru up, you drived to your suburban apartment before picking up some noodles on the way for the both of you. Satoru looked jovial as usual, his big ear to ear smile and veiled eyes but you knew he must be a little jet lagged.

But his tiredness almost faded away when he had picked you up by your waist and threw you on the bed and hungrily kissed your lips.

You, like a touch starved animal, quickly undressed him off of his jujutsu high uniform and Satoru as well followed suit.

Needless to say, you both made lots love in the early hours of morning, almost making it to four rounds! Only for you to give up, tired, hair all messed up, mouth ajar panting, breathing in for as much air as you can and whole body shaking as Gojo's cum gushed out of your cunt. Gojo smirked as he felt proud of you for lasting so long even though you were tired from yesterday's work, late night drinks and waking up so early for him.

Satoru sat up on the bed after lying in with you. "C'mon mochi, get up! get up! Time for a bath!". You were too tired and spent to move an inch so you simply laid on the bed like a lazy cat and told him to go alone and that you'll join him soon. Satoru, being the fine gentleman, let you have your well deserved rest and headed towards the bath.

As you clumsily laid on the bed, you started thinking about your relationship. Three years and still together you both had been. There were no secrets between you two, no lying either. You are the luckiest woman in the world to have the dreamy prince all women fancy about right by your side. The rich, the handsome, the strongest with a dead sense of humor, he is the cutest and most adorable partner you could've ever asked for-

~buzzz~buzzzz~buzzzzzz~

Your mind snapped out of your thoughts at the buzzing phone. Oh no! It must be your boss! What time is it now? It IS your boss! You sat up in a hurry only to feel a stinging pain. Oh Satoru! Anyways, you took your phone in your palm from the oak bed side table only to find its not your phone thats ringing?

You tilted your head to the other table, where Satoru had laid before and found, 'oh! It was HIS phone! Stupid me!' You thought to yourself only to went into a second of blank moment in your head when the name you read on his phone's call. It read, 'Lisa Lisa6'.

You picked up the call to a girl whispering," hey handsome when are you stopping by hehe" you hurriedly ended the call.

Lisa Lisa6? Who in the world could this be? And over that, what's with a specific number? And OVER THAT, why is SHE calling him handsome?

You unlocked his phone. Yes, you knew his password but you trusted him so checking up on each other was never necessary. But now, now the situation is different because what you saw next.... BLEW YOUR MIND.

You fell laying on the expanse your bed and scrolled through his contacts.

...Y/n mochi❤, Marieokinawa1, Saorimilf002, kyoko03, kyoto sugarRiko4, Liza5, Lisa Lisa6...

The list went on with random names of women along with numbers.

You lost it. Your anger took over your sane and tired figure as you got out of the bed, the pain in your lower abdomen still there. Putting on your bra and panty, you stomped angrily to the bathroom and kicked it right open to a naked 6'3 form of a man sitting in the tub, struggling to scrub his back.

"Oh! Mochi you're here! What a dramatic entry by the way. Could you help me with thi-"

"Just who the fuck are all these women you fucker!"

Oh no! You found out yeah? Gojo eyes widened at the realization of the same and dropped the scrub. "Babe. I can explain."

"NO SHUT IT YOU!" You looked back at his phone and violently scrolled through his contacts," just who are these- the list is going on and on- ugh i can't with you-"

Satoru got out of the tub and put on the towel. He came closer to you and held your shoulders,"mochi-". " GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME!" You screamed in agony at the thought of the fact that the man you had slept with all these years, spent those happy moments was all a lie. He never loved you, isn't that the reason why he had go look for someone who isn't you?

"...get out..." you mumbled through tears. "Babe i-". "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! Please.... just don't talk to me ever again!"

Satoru knew what he had done is wrong so he did not waste time in further confrontation and obliged to your request and left before kissing your head to which you violently moved your hands, slapping your palms on his chest.

You didn't go to work that day instead after a long session of shower and weeping for your love, you took your car and went on a long ride to the empty, less populated roads and later returning home, you stopped by a local pub and got drunk like no tomorrow and dozed off in the corner of the pub after creating a ruckus by getting into a catfight with another woman who had the same name as the one on your EX boyfriend's contacts.

Masterlist

[isolatedlight]

firsts + Tom Holland

A list of firsts you have with Tom...

First Kiss

Your first kiss with Tom would be spontaneous. You would be close, seeing each other for a few weeks at minimum before he dared even think about it - such a gentleman. You would be in the middle of a conversation, probably dicussing something you were interested in. The look on your face and the excitement running through his body would just urge him to do it. Pecking you on the lips quickly taking you by surprise.

First Sleepover

Planned, so overly planned. Because of his schedule Tom was so obsessed with having perfect nights when he was in town to ensure you had good memories with him while he was gone. He managed a week stint home but was so tired he couldn't manage a whole night out without falling asleep at the dinner table. So he planned a sleepver. Started early with chinese food, and movies and snacks and ending with the both of you asleep on the mattress bed he made in his living room.

First Time

Wouldn't be planned, but also wouldn't be a surprise. It would probably take a few months, whether schedules or simply waiting to know one another in as many ways as possible. It would be full of slow kisses, and constant reassurance from both of you. Tom is a man who takes every piece of intimacy to heart and soul, and this would matter o him more than anything.

First Red Carpet

You had never been so stressed out in your entire life. Tom would be so excited to take you on the carpet, but would wait a year or two after publicly confirming your relationship before rolling out the red. He would get you styled just as he is to make sure you feel and look your best. He would hold you so close, very rarely letting you go for solo photos, and he would introduce you to everyone that he knows. The day after, as the photos released he would look through them oggling at how good you look.

First Pet

While tom loves Tessa he felt as if the two of you were far too lonely without him home. And while you spent so much time at his parents to visit his mum and dad, where there was a dog for Tessa, it still wasn't enough. You would pester him for a cat, knowing full well it would be a 'no' but why not try. And when you finally gave in the act of finding a dog would be never ending. You would look for pure bred, and well known dogs. Dogs that were friendly or companion based breeds but you would eventually do the opposite of what you thought you would. You would spot a dog at the local shelter, and simply fall in love with the poor helpless little dog and just bring them home.

First Ring

Despite having a small fortune to his name Tom would opt for a ring that you liked most. Whether small, a gemstone, or without a stone at all he would want it to be special to you. It would be smaller than most would expect, no matter what, tabloids would call it small or quaint. people would question his choice for years, but his original plan had always been an upgrade after a year or two of marriage - so that everyone knew you were his.

First Child

To say you're excited is an understatement, but so is to say that you were afraid. You were so nervous about this poor child, with Tom's job and you both being somewhat public, how are you supposed to raise a good person like that? Nikki, Tom and friends would keep you over stalked with baby clothing, books, toys and even help ensure that the nursery was ready 6 months beforehand. In the end, Tom would take a leave from acting for a few years before giving directing a go. But after he started a family he would ensure he was home for the first year of every baby's life, and that he was only away a little at a time so you weren't too stressed out or alone.

[messers-moony]

King and Queen | S.B

Paring: Sirius Black X Fem!Potter!Reader, James Potter X Fem!Twin!Reader

Summary: James goes through a lot during his time at Hogwarts but his sister is always by his side.

Inspiration: Click

A/N: If this comes off insensitive to anyone please let me know and I will remove this.

James Potter was a handful. From the minute he was born, he had this gleam in his hazel eyes that raged and burned with trouble. His twin, Y/n Potter, was almost the opposite. The soft smile that laid on her features and the glitter of calamity in her eyes. Euphemia and Fleamont were in for a lot the minute their twins were born. 

Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder is most comparative to having a web browser up with one too many tabs. James had always been unable to focus and was naturally messy. Truth be told, he thought it was normal, just as everyone else did. It wasn’t until his second year at Hogwarts did he realize something was genuinely wrong with him. 

Remus told him that he had this muggle thing called “dyslexia,” which was a difficulty in interpreting words, letters, and other symbols. However, it never affected his overall intelligence because everyone knew that Remus Lupin was indeed and wholly brilliant. It got James wondering, did his inability to focus, be organized, and hyperactivity have a deeper meaning?

His twin - Y/n - was quite the opposite. She made quick friends with Remus, Sirius, and Peter, who were close friends of her twin. Y/n was top of their class, creating a friendly competition with Remus, but she was always able to focus. Often she would hyper-focus, which would leave her working for over five hours at a time without realizing it. In those times, James would have to snap her out of it. 

Over the summer, James expressed his concerns to his parents. He was talking about how this could be a real issue he’s facing using Remus’ dyslexia as an example. Eventually, they gave in, letting James go to a muggle doctor. James had to fill out a questionnaire that would come back with his results in one week. That week was probably the longest week of his life. Nonetheless, his test results had come back positive. 

Fleamont and Euphemia would be lying if they were surprised. After hearing about the disorder, it was almost the definition of their eldest son. Fortunately for James, the muggles had come up with a cure - no, not a cure - dammit, what was it again?

Impede the symptoms! That’s what those muggle pills do. James was required to take two pills a day, one in the morning and once at night. Y/n was in charge of making sure he did so because - more times than he’d like to admit - he would forget everything if it wasn’t for Y/n. 

In third year, James was as energetic as ever while getting on the Hogwarts Express, “Aren’t you excited, Y/n?!”

She chuckled, “Yes, but Merlin, you don’t need to literally jump with joy.”

“But I’m excited!”

“I know that.”

They made their way to the compartment that held Remus, who was reading a book. James sat in front of him while Y/n took her seat beside Remus, “‘Ello Remus.”

“Hey, Potter pair.”

Y/n sighed, and James groaned, “That nickname needs to go away.”

“I quite like it.” Remus stated smugly, “Suits you both.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?” Y/n accused falsely, “It means that wherever one of you are, the other isn’t that far behind.” Remus replied. 

James had zoned out already, and Y/n snapped in his face, “Take your pills?” 

“Forgot.” James muttered guiltily, “Oh Godric.” She whispered. 

“Pills?”

“James went to a muggle doctor this summer.”

Remus quirked an eyebrow, “Did you now?”

“Got diagnosed with ADHD.” James informed, and Remus looked amiss, “Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder.”

“Ah, I’ve heard of that.” Remus said, and James smiled sheepishly, “I feel kinda odd, like out of place.”

“Why?”

“Dunno, just, why can't I be normal?”

“You are normal, James.” Y/n reassured, “And anyone who says differently obviously doesn’t care about you.”

The compartment door slammed open, “Who doesn’t care about who?”

Remus snorted, “Ever the dramatics, huh, mate?”

“‘Course.” Sirius flopped down beside James, “It comes with my charm and devilishly good looks.”

“Ah, yes.” Y/n said, chuckling, “Don’t you see how I’m swooning for you?”

The back of her palm was against her forehead, “Come off it.” James swatted at her and then elbowed Sirius, “Better not make my sister swoon.”

Sirius chuckled and shrugged, “Can’t help it. I’m just that irresistible.”

The four of them laughed at Sirius’ dramatics and continued talking about the new term. Remus and Y/n were talking about books they couldn’t wait to read. Remus was even kind enough to gift her some muggle books he bought over the summer holiday. Sirius and James bickered about what pranks to do this year, along with which ones were better. 

Third-year was fun. It was a year of flooding corridors, turning Slytherin robes red and blasting music in the common room after a Gryffindor victory. James was a brilliant Quidditch Chaser, and Y/n was a fantastic Seeker. Nothing was quite like the Potter pair. Something about them was just unforgettable. 

Maybe that’s why Sirius was so fond of her. Something about the Potters made people around them smile on the hardest of days. They made sure that every moment was a night to remember. Every memory was worth reliving. So adventurous, so reckless, yet so kind and loving. 

By the time fifth year rolled around, Sirius Orion Black had fallen off a cliff into a lake called love. Sirius completely submerged himself in love for Y/n Potter. The younger twin by just 20 minutes, but something about her was so divine. Was it her silk and glittering h/c hair? No - maybe it was her gleaming e/c eyes. Perhaps it was for her strive for adventure and extreme kindness. 

Nonetheless, Sirius fell hard.

And who better to tell than James Potter himself?

Causally - as usual - Sirius opened the door to the Marauders dorm. It was empty aside from the brunet boy with glasses on the bridge of his nose. His hazel eyes were focused on a textbook - Potions textbook - maybe it was to impress Lily. Sirius couldn’t care less, so he pulled the chair out in front of the desk and sat before James. 

“Mate, I need your help.”

“Running from Filch?”

“No. Something- Something worse.”

“Something worse?” The textbook shut loudly.

Sirius nodded, “Way worse.”

“Alright then, come into my office.” James teased, and Sirius grinned. 

It was silent, “I’m in love with your sister.”

James sputtered, “Excuse me?”

“I’m in love with Y/n.”

“No, no.” James waved his hand horizontally, “I heard you.”

“Then what else would you like me to say?” Sirius asked. 

“Literally anything else.”

“Sorry, mate.” Sirius muttered, “I- I really didn’t mean to.”

James chuckled and wiped his hand across his face, “I suppose you can’t really stop love, huh?”

“You really can’t.” Sirius agreed, “I tried. I promise I tried.”

“It’s not that big of a deal late.” James assured, and Sirius looked at him with wide eyes, “I trust you just-“

“Just?”

“I’m worried about her.” James completed, “I- I worry about her every night.”

Sirius softened, “It’s like you with Regulus-“ James continued before Sirius could interject, “And don’t pretend. Your silencing charms are bloody terrible.”

“I know you still care for Regulus, you worry about him every night, and I do the same for Y/n, except my silencing charms are better.” James teased sightly, “I trust you, Sirius. You’re the brother I never got but always wanted. You know, the brother I can play Quidditch with, rough around with, the brother who’s just as sneaky and mischievous as I.”

“But Y/n is still my blood. She's my twin, my best friend, my partner in crime. She was the mind behind my pranks before Remus.” James elaborated and then smirked, “Remus and Y/n make a great team, ya’ know?”

“They are quite brilliant.”

“Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, take care of her?” James looked like the eleven-year-old boy again, “Don’t make her a fling and don’t make this temporary.”

“Y/n is a strong woman, and she isn’t for weak men. I’ll be honest,” James chuckled, “She doesn’t need a man. She doesn’t even really need me. I need her more than she needs me. Regardless, take care of her. She deserves a man worthy of her. Someone that’ll get her ice cream at 4 a.m. because she’s craving it. Someone that’ll go on sporadic trips with her. Someone that’ll understand that after a hard day, all she wants is a book and coffee.”

Sirius was appalled; he’d never seen James look so passionate, “Growing up, mum always told me to be a gentleman. I know it may not seem like it sometimes, but she always raised me as one. To hold a door for them, push and push in their chairs for them, give them my jacket even if I’ll freeze.” 

“Those kinda things. Dad said I should practice on Y/n, and I did. From then, Y/n always got treated like a queen, and she deserves no less. I won't lie, my parents treat me like a king too, and I don’t want any less either.” James explained, “Be the king that’s worthy of my sister.”

“That’s all I ask of you.”

Sirius nodded, “I’d be honored to serve her as my queen.”

“And if you show her no less, she’ll spit you out like chewing gum.”

He shuttered, “I hate how accurate that phrase is.”

James laughed, “I know her more than you think.”

By sixth year they were dating. Sirius would be lying if he wasn’t eternally shitting himself when Y/n said yes to going to Hogsmeade with him, alone, as a date. In fact, James almost wanted to throw him a party for finally not being a little bitch and asking out his sister. This party consisted of a bottle of firewhiskey and chocolate because that’s all that was in the boy's dormitory. But a party nonetheless. 

When Lily rejected James for the last time before graduation, he was utterly heartbroken. He’d spent and dedicated seven years of his life to this gorgeous woman. Despite all his efforts and all his charms, she still wasn’t interested. James tried. He really tried. He wanted Lily so bad. His heart broke when she said her final words of goodbye.

“I’m sorry, Potter. Maybe in another life, just not this one.”

Tears had ebbed at the corner of his eyes as he made his way back into the castle from the Black Lake. In the common room, where he felt like he had just got dowsed in water. James made his way to the girl's dormitory. His hand curled into a fist and knocked lightly on the wooden door. Shuffling was heard from the other side, and the door finally opened, revealing his sister. 

Without warning, James crashed into her arms, forcing his nose in the crook of her neck, “Woah.”

“Are you okay, James?”

His body shook with sobs as he shook his head no, “It’s okay. Let’s go lay down, okay?”

Gently she led him to her bed. He curled up beneath the navy blue comforter and placed his head on the silk pillow sheets. If he tried hard enough, he could forget the way Lily’s hair smelt today or the way her green eyes glistened in the sun. Now engulfed in his sister's scent, trying to remove every feeling for Lily possible, he dug his nose deeper into the comforter. 

Y/n sat beside him, her back to the headboard, and ran her fingers through James’ already untied hair, “What's got you so worked up?”

“It’s done.”

“What’s done?”

“L- Lily and I.” James choked, “She- She really doesn’t want me.”

A new wave of tears overcame him, and Y/n continued to try and soothe him, “Well, she’s a tosser.”

James narrowed his eyes, “James, you know I love her. She's my best friend, but if she can’t see what’s right in front of her, then she’s an idiot.”

“Can I- Can I stay here tonight?” He asked hesitantly.

“You sure you don’t want me to stay at your dorm?” Y/n questioned, “Because you know who sleeps here.”

“Will you stay with me?”

“Till the end.”

After a couple of minutes, Y/n and James made their way down the steps to the boy's side. They walked up more steps and finally made it to the boy's dormitory. James collapsed on his bed in the left corner of the room, and Sirius perked up at seeing his girlfriend enter the room. 

“Whatcha doin’ here, love?”

“Staying with my brother.”

Sirius nodded and stood up to hug her, gently pecking her forehead, “If you guys need anything, let me know, ‘kay?”

“Thanks, Siri.” 

Gently Y/n pulled back the maroon curtain and sat down beside him again. James reached for her hand and intertwined their fingers. Something they used to do as kids. When a thunderstorm would go by, James would always seek sanctuary in his sister's comfort. 

He fell asleep that night, knowing he was safe, loved, and knew that someone cared about him. Even if Lily didn’t love him, at least someone else did. He had his boys, and he had his sister. Right now, that’s all he needed beside him: Screw Lily and her idiot decision skills. Y/n was right; she was a complete tosser. 

When Hogwarts was over, James and Y/n got a flat together. Sirius, Remus, and Peter got one only a floor above. Realistically this wasn’t the plan. James always planned to buy a house with Lily, but he was still healing, and after everything going on, it was vital for him to hold his sister close to him.

Euphemia and Fleamont barely lived to see their children graduate. Not too long afterward had died due to the horrid dragon pocks. It devastated both twins and Sirius. While Sirius wasn’t their true child, he very well could’ve. Euphemia noticed Sirius’s lingering stares on Y/n and the loopy smile that graced his features.

She was the one who got Sirius to man up. She was the one who gave him advice. She was the one who told him what books were her favorite, which chocolate she liked the best, her favorite quills. Euphemia was one of the main components in getting Sirius to date her daughter, and when it finally happened, the parents couldn’t have been happier.

James’ ADHD still remained even in his adulthood, making regular everyday tasks much harder and twice as long. Most of the time, the pills were able to help him complete those tasks. But sometimes, when Y/n wasn’t there to remind him, he would miss his days. When Y/n got home from work, she had barely taken off her shoes to see the apartment spotless.

It was a pleasant surprise, but James was never really one to clean, not that she really minded, but the apartment didn’t have a speck of dust on it. Hesitantly she put her keys on the island along with her bag.

“James!”

“Yes, Y/n?”

He appeared in the kitchen where Y/n was, “Um, did you clean the apartment?”

“Yes, I did!” James nodded enthusiastically.

Y/n sighed and gave her brother a sweet smile, “What did you not do today?”

“So, you know how you told me to go to the pharmacy?”

“Mhm.” Y/n nodded, “Indeed I do.”

“Well, they were out of my meds.” James informed, “I have to wait a week.”

“Oh, Merlin.”

“On the bright side!” James was already causing her a headache, “It’s gonna be a fantastic week! I’ve got so many things planned for us! We’re gonna go-“

James continued to ramble as Y/n grabbed her keys, bag and slipped back on her shoes, “I’m going to Sirius’!”

“Thought you were my sister.” James faked pouting, and Y/n smiled, “I love you, but you’re crazy.”

“I love you too!” He yelled as she closed the door.

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What falling in love is like: ZhongliNote: When’s the last time I’ve updated this series. Oh well, better late than never right?

Warnings: light angst

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Falling in love with Zhongli is a slow burn. If you would ask him what he values the most in life his answer will probably be ‘companionship’. Zhongli has been alive for 6 millennia and he watched people live and die. He watched people born, walk and die in the earth where Liyue is established, some of which are people who valiantly served him in his cause. From the iron handed warrior who fathered a nation, he stepped down as a humble man tired from wars and just wanting to enjoy life. 

Maybe it was friends to lover, a foreigner sightseeing only to get lost and found by a handsome gentleman who volunteered to take you to see the beautiful places. Maybe it was Hu Tao that you are trying to see because a tragedy struck your small town but it was him that you found first.  Maybe you were just an innocent bystander getting attacked by hilichurls and him having the one to intervene and save you. Or maybe you were an adepti or a person partly divine, tired of the world and just want to slow down. 

He will allow himself some time to get to know you, from what you like and to the things that irks you. From being a companion that you can call when you need help or simply when you want to take a stroll, Zhongli will start craving your presence. Hu Tao finds it funny that his serious expression just breaks whenever you’re around. Sometimes he will just invite you for tea for no reason at all. 

It is almost cliche but it’s going to be one of those nights he’s sitting alone drinking tea when his mind crosses through the thoughts of you and realizes that he has fallen hard. Zhongli knows what love is like but after millennia of not feeling it and suddenly getting struck by cupid’s arrows again made him feel like he was a young adepti just learning to pick up his weapon for the first time. 

Zhongli is a traditional lover and pda will mostly be engaged by you. In the public, he’ll do nothing but hold your hand but once the door closes, his arms will hold you tight and feel as if it was being welded on you. He’s a man of few words but he makes sure people know that you are his and he is yours. Possessive but lets you breathe. Protective but lets you learn to fend for youself. A classy gentleman with rough edges only vulnerable in your eyes. 

It took him courage to show his true to you. Not because of the lack of trust but for fear that if he shows his reality as Morax, you will step away and won’t treat him the same. He fears you’ll treat him as an archon and not as a lover. The first thing you do is to run your fingers in his arms, feeling the marks of 6000 years before giving him a gentle kiss. You told yourself that you’re lucky in this mortal life to be loved by someone divine. In reality, it was him that felt lucky and that you didn’t turn away. 

He usually just leaves with little belongings but the moment you return his feelings, he starts carrying a book with him. In that book were letters addressed to you, sketches, and some photographs taken when you’re unaware. The one that he treasures the most is the photograph of you that was taken by the traveller and Paimon in their visit. 

In that photo is you in red, a bright smile adorns your lips and flowers forming a crown on your head. In your arms were cor lapis that both of you harvested in the mountain high. He’ll pour the feelings that he can’t say in words to paper together with the memories that he spent with you. From the first kisses to the first fight or simply to the times that he made you smile.

 He knows erosion is slowly corrupting his memory and that mortal life is a millisecond to his eternity but he knows that when time comes you part whether it is human life or ill-fate, he’ll keep your memories in his heart. And he knows that when his time comes, you’ll be waiting for him on the other side.

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Loves proves elusive for Figaro. He’s tasted it multiple times, letting it tease him as if it were a sweet seduction out of his reach, but at the same time, he pushes it away when the sweetness spreads too quickly and too deeply across his senses. He can’t stand being alone, yet he can’t stand being tied down either. He craves the intimacy of another person he can reveal his heart too, yet he pushes them out before he can even be honest with himself.

Figaro only hopes that the same won’t happen with you. Out of the many fearsome wizards and spectacular witches he met throughout his varied life, you don’t even come close to mimicking their power. Yet when your quiet voice rings out through the Sage’s manor or he finds you knocking at his door, he doesn’t have the willpower to send you away. The warm telltale pricks at his heart confirm his own excitement and the things he dreads most: he’s fallen in love. 

His love for you is almost instinctual. For once in his life, Figaro wants to cast aside his own selfishness. He wants to chase you down for a minute of your time. Figaro doesn’t care if you want to hug him and press saccharine kisses onto his face or if you’d rather he grovel at your feet and wash your skin with his tears; all he knows is that he’s hooked on your presence. It takes all his might to not make the same mistakes he’s made before.

He knows he’s a far cry from the man you deserve. You deserve a gentleman, not a cowardly wizard who never seems to come to terms with his own fear of acceptance. But just as much as he wants to cast his own egocentrism aside, he wants to be greedy and devour whatever attention you throw at him. Whatever he does, Figaro knows he’s acting with only his intentions in mind, yet night after night, he finds his feet leading him outside your door—only to stop when he can’t find the courage to knock.

He can only pray for a miracle. Figaro doesn’t know what he even believes in any more after living such a long and damned life, but if there is, by slight chance, a higher power watching over him, he prays that one night you’ll open your door to find him there. Will you invite him inside and chase away the centuries’ worth of demons that have been clawing at his psyche? Or will you scrunch up your face in disgust, proving to him that he should put his delusions to rest? Whatever the answer might be, he’s sure that it’s better than the emptiness tugging away at his battered heart. 

“Do you trust me? Of course you do—who wouldn’t trust good ol’ Doctor Figaro? Please, you can trust me.”

What are morals without emotions, and what are feelings without ideals? These same concepts have driven Lennox for the long years he had spent ravaging the world, in search of the hero of his past. There’s too many past mysteries and unanswered inquiries he has yet to find the closure to, but when you cross his path with a curious attitude and the softest soul, Lennox wonders if this his sign to live not in the past but to embrace the present.

A man of actions and not words, he wonders what the best way to approach you would be. The other Southern wizards are delighted: Lennox finally trying to reach out to someone else is the push they’ve eagerly been awaiting. The other wizards are quick to dress him up and give him pointers to talk to you, but he finds himself clamming up and reverting back to his old self when you come into view. Despite your presence as a human in a world of magic, Lennox swears you cast a spell on him: one that makes all rationality fly out the window.

He wants to be good and true, so at the end of the day, he hopes you can see him for who he is. You can see and feel hints of his past whenever you’re next to him. There are traces of the war on his hands, the yearning in his eyes whenever his crimson irises focus on you, the love welling up in his heart when he moves in—lips ghosting over your skin as he whispers something you don’t quite register into your ear—but they’re all bits and pieces that come together to create the masterpiece that you know as Lennox.

His love is homey and pure, one that hopes to touch your heart as much as you have touched his. He wants comfort and stability, so he wants to make it clear that whatever you need to do to feel safe with him is what he’ll do. It doesn’t matter if you want to lock him in with a promise—his heart wants you, and his magic is only secondary to the desire he has to scoop you up in his arms and whisk you away to the paradise of your dreams.

Lennox is someone who wants to be there with you to the end. He doesn’t love in a fickle manner. He loves truly, seriously, dedicatedly. You’ve managed to melt down his own trepidations and worries with your bright smile and open arms, and for that, he’s ready to lay himself down for you. He has faith that you won’t take that responsibility for granted, a testament to the fact that you’re someone worthy of his hard-earned love. Lennox promises—a wizard’s sacred and holy promise—to make you as happy as you’ve made him.

“...Let’s be together. I like being with you the most.”

Rutile, just like the person he is, views life through the many facets presented before him. He’s a spitting image of the volatile summer wind; he’s calm and refreshing one minute, fierce and unstoppable the next. Rutile refuses to settle for the first thing that falls into place. He wants to discover all the wonders and curiosities around him, sharing the abundance of knowledge and affection he has with strangers and close ones alike. The more, the merrier, and Rutile has nothing to lose by being welcoming yet exhilarating all the same. 

His affection towards you is pure and energetic. He’s composed enough to shower you with love possessing all the grace and charm a mature wizard of his age would, but it still doesn’t stop him from occasionally pulling you into a dance or inviting you out onto a broom ride when the opportunity strikes. These chances are too good for him to pass up, and he wants to share that unabashed zest for life he has with you. He wants you to see the goodness and the wonder of the world as he does, because he believes that that is the best gift he can give to you. 

His love for you is priceless. There isn’t anything Rutile could ever withhold from you. Everything, from the peals of laugher after you crack a joke to his raspy voice when he wakes up in the morning, are for you to take and indulge in. He asks that you let him do the same, to let him appreciate and savor every lovable bone in your body. His love is passionate as it is adorable, and when you’re the object of his affections, there’s no telling what detail of yours he’ll gush over next. 

All the thrills of love aside though, Rutile does genuinely adore you in every way possible. Whatever form of love you want from him is what he’s willing to give to you. He can wow you with his stellar magic and take you to far off lands for a private moment, or he can conjure up all sorts of silly drawings and build a pillow fort to dedicate a night in with you. Whether you want something personal or the kind of love only seen in fairytales, Rutile is happy to deliver as long as it keeps you safe, happy, and satisfied. 

Fate is fickle and jealous, and Rutile knows his life has been stricken with tragedy over and over again. But it’s thanks to that that he learned so firmly how to cherish the precious moments, so he really appreciates the time you spend with him. He’ll make every moment you spend with him worth your while, so you have absolutely nothing to fear by accepting his invitation and taking his hand. Love is as serious as it is exciting, and he wants to learn about the same kind of heart-pounding feelings his mother must have felt when meeting his father through you. You won’t ever disappoint him, so hold on tight and be ready for whatever Rutile might come crashing in with.

“Are you up? Great! The wind looks awfully nice today, so care for a stroll? Just the two of us, of course!”

x

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Sweet Dreams Are Made of This Pt. 2

Dark! Peter Maximoff x Fem Reader (Mob AU)

Summary: Peter has felt like a piece of him has been missing ever since he was taken away from his mother to be raised by his father. But when you seem to fill that piece there’s no way he’s ever letting you go

Warnings: mentions of stalking, abuse, not really a warning but this chapter is still a little bit of world building. Peter and reader will meet in the next chapter

Word Count: 1907

Part 1 Peter now lived a very different life than he had when he was in his mother’s care. That feeling of safety and support was replaced with fear and discipline. Her kind smiles and gentle touches were replaced with Erik’s pointed glares and a harsh hand that never let a mistake go unpunished. His arms were scarred from lashes Erik’s men dealt out each time he didn’t behave the way he was supposed to. Anything from being “too soft” as Erik called it or shaking too much when he sat in on the family business. Trying not to close his eyes or cover his ears when their mob dealt with traitors and trespassers. 

He had also become a very different person, Erik made sure of it. He had been planning out how to reform Peter ever since he had seen him cuddling those stuffed animals all those years ago. In his mind a perfect son was strong, successful and ruthless. Erik made him endure training with his bodyguards, learning to take a punch and how to give one. Made him build up his mutation to make up for years of suppressing his powers. Pushing him until he broke, making him run laps until he nearly passed out. Making sure he could use his powers to his advantage in the way that he did. To evoke fear on those who hadn’t been “blessed with powers”, on those who had tortured mutants until they finally stood up for themselves. 

Peter got pretty good at playing that part, and in time that once kind hearted boy who cried for his lost stuffed animals was able to take a life without even a blink of an eye. But suppressing emotions causes others to grow in strength. In getting rid of his compassion and kindness his obsessiveness and longing for love grew. 

Erik took notice of course, trying to keep his son as isolated as possible and only in the company of people who couldn’t possibly fuel those desires. But that caused more harm than good, Peter got to the point where if anyone outside of his circle even smiled at him his heart would flutter and his attachment to them would grow to an inhuman amount. This was a problem that could bring down the whole legacy Erik had spent his life building burning to the ground. If Peter fell for the wrong person it would ruin him or even worse, if someone used Peter in that way it would ruin the whole family. 

He couldn't risk that, he had to find someone for Peter on his own. Someone who he could keep under his thumb and make sure they played happy couple with his son. That was how he found you. He had sent his men all over to collect files from records, taking the time to flip through each file to find the perfect match for his son. They couldn't be too flashy, no frat boys or models. They couldn't be too self absorbed or inconsiderate, he hated to admit it but Peter was very delicate, he needed them to love him as much as he loved them. Or at least be capable of learning to do so. 

He had just about given up, ready to tell Raven just to pick any of them at random, when your photo slid out of a file along with the short bio about you. He carefully picked them up and let his eyes skim over the information. You were a teacher at an elementary school, young and bright who had graduated earlier than expected. You lived alone in an apartment and were known for your kindness and almost motherly demeanor. You were perfect. 

Erik’s fingers glossed over your picture, you were pretty too. Something told him that Peter would take quite a liking to you. He had drafted the letter right away, he was a man of his time. Despite his cruel nature he was a gentleman, he wasn't going to show up at your door unannounced, Afterall what was the fun if you didn’t have a fair warning. 

You bid your class goodbye at the door, smiling to yourself as they all shouted goodbye in jumbled voices as they raced out the door. You stopped one of them, lighting pulling on the strap of their backpack. “Careful Henry.” You chided bending down to his level. “You forgot your jacket, you don’t want to freeze.” The young boy gave you a toothy smile. 

“Thank you Ms. (y/l/n)!” You smiled in response and sent him off the door. You let out a tired sigh, stretching your arms up. You loved your job but it was a tiring one. Always dealing with little fights between students and cleaning up their messes from arts and crafts days. But their smiles and their desire to learn absolute everything made it all worth it. 

You glanced out the window as you shrugged your coat on, it was the middle of november when it started to become so cold you could feel it through the windows. You buttoned up your coat as you watched the wind blow the leafless trees, wishing you had brought a scarf. Knowing the walk home would be a pain without one. You shoved your hands into your pockets feeling your fingers collide with a paper that wasn't there before. Your finger closed around it, pulling it out with a curious glance at the peculiar X wax seal on the front. It was a letter in a cream colored envelope, no return address, just your name written in curvy letters in unnervingly neat handwriting. 

You broke the seal and unfolded the note that lied within it’s confinement. It read as followed, 

“Dear (y/n),

You do not know me or perhaps you do, either way I assure you I know you. You have caught my attention, not for myself but for my son. I think you could be just what he needs. I would like to invite you to attend dinner with us at 7pm this coming Sunday. No need for an address I will send a car for you, all you need to do is to be waiting outside. Do not think of this as a request but more as a warning, whether you accept my invitation or not is up to you. But your attendance is not. I will see you then, I suggest you wear what I had sent to your apartment. Till then. 

Erik Lehnsherr

You reread the words over and over, not quite believing them to be real. You were sure this was a joke from one of your coworkers, there was no way this could be real. The name on the note sounded familiar but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. You refolded the letter and tucked it back in your coat, not wanting to throw it away here. 

But your suspicions of it being a joke among coworkers was debunked when you arrived at your apartment complex. You did as you always did, shooting a quick smile to the lady at the reception desk before disappearing up the maze of stairs. But today she stopped you before you could go up, “(y/n) wait you got something delivered today.” Your hand paused on the rail of the stairs.

You slowly turned to see the receptionist pulling out a narrow box from behind the counter. It was wrapped in plain brown paper and sealed with a slim twine bow. You took the box with a strained smile, it wavered when you looked down at the gift tag attached. It barred the same X wax seal and the same unnervingly neat handwriting. You thanked her and continued up the steps to your apartment. 

You unlocked the door and pushed your way in, kicking away the pile of clothes that kept the door from opening all the way. Your dog padded it’s way over to you, jumping up to sniff at the mysterious package in your hands. He growled, his fur standing on end. “I know I know.” You agreed, closing the door with a swift slam. You made your way to the kitchen and tossed the package into the trash bin. 

Despite the lingering curiosity you were sure that disposing of the package was the right thing to do. You weren't going to even think about the letter that still weighed heavy in your coat or the mysterious package teasing you from the trash. No, you had more important things to think about, such as what to eat for dinner. 

Saturday flew by. It was a day of endless movies in between grading papers. You ordered Pizza and fell asleep on the couch with your dog curled at your feet. And by Sunday night the letter and it’s request was all but forgotten from your mind. In fact you had a date that night, with a fellow teacher who had just moved to the school. He was cute and awkward, very tame and perfect for someone with a  busy schedule like you. 

You glanced at your reflection in the mirror one more time. You felt pretty good about your outfit choice, it was nice and a little revealing, a perfect outfit for a first date. And it was comfortable but not too comfortable to where it looked like you didn't try at all. You heard the doorbell ring and called out in response. “I’m coming, let me just get my bag!” 

You opened the door as you rummaged through your bag for your house keys. ‘So where do you want to go? Maybe we could see a movie or..” You trialed off as you looked up, your date was not on the other side of the door. Instead there stood a man in a dark suit, his hair slicked back and an amused smirk on his lips. But his amusement made you uncomfortable and you felt yourself wanting to retreat back into the comfort of your home. You had wished that your dog Redford was here, knowing that he wouldn't hesitate to confront the man at the door. But he had been dropped off at a neighbor’s house an hour prior. 

“I’m sorry I think you have the wrong apartment.” You squeaked out as you began to close the door. 

The man stepped forward, his pointed dress shoe keeping your door from closing. He pushed it back open. “No, I think I have the right apartment.” He gave you an up and down glance. “But I think you have the wrong outfit on.” 

“I don’t know what you mean?” 

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow. “Did my package not arrive?” 

At the mention of the package you felt your heart stop. All the pieces suddenly falling into place

You began to speak, your voice weak. “You’re-”

“Yes.” He confirmed, his smile widening. “I’m Erik Lehnsherr. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you (y/n). 

You could finally put a face to the name on the letter and the package, the name that no one in New York dared to speak. The man at your door was the most dangerous man in the city, perhaps the country. Erik Lehnsherr the renounced leader of the underground mob the X-Men was standing in your apartment. And as he studied you with narrowed eyes you could tell that he wasn’t going to be letting you out of his sight any time soon. 

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