#you can see Charles ahead of them walking in too at the beginning

[leclercskiesahead]

“Eyy, what are you doing here?”

Carlos guarding the Ferrari secrets

[norrisainz33]

beauty and brains || cs55

☆ summary: carlos’ long term partner is an engineering student, victoria’s secret model and all around fam favorite. him and a few others surprise her ahead of the singapore gp!

☆ pairing: carlos sainz x model!student!reader

☆ fc & warnings: kelsey merritt & none

☆ requested: yes!! thank you sm for the request and for your patience🤍

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user1: beauty and brains fr

user2: you are everything

yourbff: i can’t even imagine the stress of exams and the show

ynuser: i am so stressed but we shall persevere 😭 last time i ever have to do this!!

yourbff: you have GOT THIS GIRL! you gonna be a graduate so SOON!!!!!

ynuser: going to need some drinks after this is all over

yourbff: say less baby

carlossainz55: my gorgeous girl i can’t wait to see you 🤍

ynuser: i can’t wait to see you in singapore mi amor 🤍

carlossainz55: counting down the minutes. i am so incredibly proud of you

ynuser: 🥹🥹🥹🥹 don’t make me cry carlos

alexandrasaintmleux: you’re going to crush these exams mon ami

ynuser: thank you best friend 😘

user3: vs fashion show?! that is huge! im so proud of you 😭

user4: omg i’m going to the singapore gp too!!! i hope i see you

user5: you are the blueprint

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user3: YAYYYY CONGRATS TO OUR FAVORITE PRINCESS

user5: how she managed to get a degree and be a full time model at the same time is so impressive

landonorris: yessssss that’s our girl let’s gooooooo

carlossainz55: could not be more proud!

landonorris: i am having the hardest time keeping my mouth shut abt the fact that we’re going to her show. she keeps talking about how much she misses you and all of us

carlossainz55: if you tell her i’ll drive you straight off track in singapore

landonorris: understood

user6: carlos are you going to the vs show??????

ynuser: i love you so much 😭 thank you for the flowers, im so glad to have gotten them this morning. i wish you could be here!

carlossainz55: it is the least i could do!! i love you more than words could express. i’ll see you soon 🤍

lilymhe: you should’ve gotten her more flowers

carlossainz55: 100 roses is not enough?

lilymhe: nothing is enough when you’re dating the most perfect woman in the world

carlossainz55: i suppose you got me there

scuderiaferrari: we are so proud of y/n!!

user8: begging to know if you’re going to make an appearance at the victoria secret fashion show king

user10: simp ☝🏻

user11: you’ve moved me with this carlos

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ynuser: new york city - it’s time 🪽

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user6: ahhhhh it’s vs time!!!

user8: gUYS is carlos going to be there to support her 😭

user12: i feel like no bc singapore is right around the corner

user8: ugh yeah true but this is so important and he already missed graduation 😭

user12: ik!!! crossing fingers he can make it

user10: the footballers in her likes lol

carmenmundt: so effortlessly beautiful

ynuser: that’s you carmen 😘

carlossainz55: that’s MY girl

ynuser: yes it is 🤍

user9: i’m literally so excited to watch the show later

victoriassecret: can’t wait to see you later y/n 🩷

yourbff: so glad to be here with you 🫶🏻

ynuser: you’re my rock

oscarpiastri: time to shine

ynuser: 💎

user10: that’s our engineering graduate!!! look at her go!!!

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f1gossip: 🚨 breaking: carlos sainz, lando norris, charles leclerc, george russell, carmen mundt, and alexandra saint mleux have all been spotted arriving at the victoria’s secret fashion show in support of y/n y/l/n who will be walking in the show tonight

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user12: user8 he’s there 🥹

user8: i fully screamed this news made me so happy

user12: we love to see the support 😭

user15: no bc i’m about to cry. what do you mean all of them flew out to new york when they’re supposed to be in singapore in 3 days to support their girl y/n/n?????

user22: no because they clearly love her so much im sick

user16: this is an elite pull by y/n

user4: this is everything to me i hope you understand

user19: praying this brings good karma to carlos in singapore

user18: y/n is so loved

user8: she really is 😭

user5: things i will never shut up about: this

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lando.jpg: even though carlos told me to close my eyes more times than i could count at the show, i wouldn’t have wanted to spend 24 hours in nyc with anyone else. congrats to y/n - we all love you muppet

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user3: he revived lando.jpg to congratulate his friend this is so sweet

user55: CARLOS TOLD ME TO CLOSE MY EYES IM CRACKING UP

carlossainz55: thanks for coming with me mate! and yes don’t look at my girlfriend

lando.jpg: my bad mate! i forgot i went to the fashion show to not look at any of the fashion

ynuser: carlos 🙄

carlossainz55: 🤭

user9: who is gonna tell carlos that his girl is a model and it’s literally her job to be looked at in crying

ynuser: landito!!!! i can’t express how happy i was to see you all there. thank you for coming my sweet sweet bestie

lando.jpg: y/n/nito!!!! ofc always happy to support you

user8: the way carlando and y/ncarlando are so close is so incredibly important to me

user43: the second pic of y/n and carlos just called me single in 55 different languages

lando.jpg: same

user43: LANDO

oscarpiastri: lily and i wish we could have been there!!! still so proud of you ynuser

ynuser: you were there in spirit, i felt it

use13: i’m not gonna be normal abt this, sorry in advance everyone

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ynuser: last night was unreal, a total dream come true. ever since i started modeling it was a dream of mine to walk in the victoria’s secret fashion show and i did it!! but what made the night even sweeter was all the amazing people who came to support me. to my carlos, thank you for making that happen 🤍 see you all in singapore!! i need a nap 😴

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user2: you were radiant

user5: the peoples princess fr

carlossainz55: anything for you mi angel

ynuser: i’m the luckiest girl in the world

carmenmundt: i’m so glad i got to be there!!! you are a STAR

georgerussell63: what carmen said!

ynuser: thank you carmen and georgie!! i love you both 🫶🏻

alexandrasaintmleux: proud is an understatement

ynuser: 🥹 i’m so thankful for you

user7: she is the moment

user10: i hope you get the best sleep of your life on that trip to singapore

sabrinacarpenter: gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous

ynuser: 🤍

user9: i’m going to miss you when i scroll

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user3: you need a rest ms girl idk how you’re still standing after exams and the vs show and now traveling to singapore

lilymhe: yayyy lemme come find you

ynuser: yesss please!!! i’m with carmen and alex

lilymhe: yay yay yay yay

user6: praying you bring him good luck today! i am SICK of the dutch national anthem

yourbff: did you sleep the whole flight?

ynuser: omg yes thank GOD. pays to have a bf with a private jet

yourbff; GOOD you needed that

lilyzneimer: i’m so glad you’re here with us 🫶🏻 i missed you

ynuser: i missed you more lils

lilyzneimer: truly not possible

user5: i’m here too!!! hoping to see you ms queen

user9: thank god you’re back in the paddock i missed seeing pics of you there

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ynuser: carlos sainz!!! el matador!!!!! oh my god i am speechless!! you did that baby 🤍

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user55: CARLOOOOSSSSSSSS

user6: carlos sainz winner of the singapore gp!!!! breaker of the mv win streak!!!

user8: tell me you all saw the clip of her crying while watching him on the podium

user2: might have been the cutest thing i’d ever seen

user8: i hope a love like that finds me

carlossainz55: you brought me some luck mi princessa 🤍

ynuser: no luck needed with a drive like that 😍

landonorris: i made the photo dump 🥹

ynuser: of course you did mr podium man

user9: carlando podium is so important to me

yourbff: congrats carlos!!! truly amazing stuff from you

carlossainz55: gracias y/bff

scuderiaferrari: ❤️❤️❤️

user11: i never thought i would care so much about vroom vroom cars but y/n you have shown me the light

user10: oh i love you two so much

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a/n: thank you for reading!! likes and reblogs appreciated. i do be slow af on here with these requests,, my apologies y’all

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

© norrisainz33 || please do not rewrite, translate, or copy any of my works posted here on to any other platform

[and-claudia]

Little Sundress (Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader) SMUT!! DAY 1 of KINKTOBER

Set during First Class

Warnings: sundress kink, oral (f receiving), I think that is it, let me know if I missed one though!!

Wordcount: 1500+

Being in Charle’s childhood home was interesting, to say the least. He and I had very different upbringings, and seeing how massive this place truly was only seemed to prove that more. 

“And here is the kitchen.” He said, “I know it’s not anything crazy b-”

“I love it.” I said, cutting him off. 

He turned to me and smiled. 

“It’s charming. And honestly, anything is better than our tiny one back in Oxford.” I said with a laugh. 

“Well, I am glad you like it. And you do know, you don’t have to cook for all of us.” He said, stepping closer and placing his hands on my hips. 

“I know, but I want to. Plus, it will make me feel more helpful… my mutation isn’t the most useful in a fight.” I said, looking down. 

“That won’t be the case much longer, dear. That’s why we’re here to train and grow our abilities. I believe you’ll be able to copy any mutation of anyone at any time without touching them by the time we’re done.” He said, using his thumb and pointer finger to grab my chin and tilt it up to look at him. 

I smiled at him, “I hope so.” 

I didn’t actually say it to him out loud. Since he was touching my face, I was able to say it to him telepathically. 

Charles finished showing me around and ended in the room we’d be staying in. I took some time to unpack while he went off to do his own thing. Once all my clothes were unpacked I decided to take the chance to shower before I went down stairs to make dinner. We had been traveling all day so I felt a little gross and I knew a shower would feel amazing, especially since I would be getting the hot water before everyone else. 

When I got out, I decided to throw on one of my sun dresses. It was always so rainy in Oxford I hardly ever got a chance to wear them, so I intended to take full advantage of that. I threw on some simple kitten heels so that I wasn’t walking across the mansion barefoot. Then, I made a few adjustments to my outfit before heading out. 

On my way to the kitchen I passed a few Raven. 

“Why are you all dressed up? Are you and Charles going out or something?” She asked, slightly confused. 

“No, not tonight. I am actually just on my way to make everyone dinner. I just never really got to where these dresses often, so I figured I’d take advantage.” I said. 

“Make sure you make it to the kitchen before Charles sees you. He won’t be able to keep his hands to himself once he sees you, and I’d like to make sure we get fed tonight.” She teased, and I just laughed and rolled my eyes before continuing to the kitchen. 

Once I got there I set about getting everything I would need for dinner ready. I was just beginning to chop the vegetables when Erik, Charles and Hank all walked in. 

“Hello, boys,” I said, spinning around to greet them, causing the dress to flow out. 

Erik and Hank both said their own hellos, but Charles was too busy staring… I was starting to think Raven may have been right. 

“Dinner will be ready in probably half an hour.” I informed them. 

“Do you want some help?” Hank offered. 

I was about to tell him that he could help finish chopping while I got the chicken in the oven, but Charles cut me off before I could. 

“I got it, I can help her… you two go ahead and… yeah.” He said, clearly already a little flustered as he walked over to help me. Luckily, the other two men got the hint and left us alone in the kitchen. 

“Well, that was smooth, Charlie…” I teased. 

“What?”

“I got it, I can help her… you two go ahead and… yeah.” I mocked his voice as I repeated what he had just said. 

“Well, can you blame me?” He asked, turning to look me over, not even the slightest bit ashamed of the way his hungry eyes racked over my body. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I said, stepping past him to grab something from the fridge, but he caught my arm. 

“Oh, but you do. It doesn’t take a telepath to know that… but it is useful being one because now I know that you have nothing on under there.” He said, reaching for the hem of my dress but I smacked his hand away. 

“I gotta cook dinner.” I said, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his cheek but he turned his head and I kissed his lips instead which he immediately took advantage of that. His hands gripped my hips as he pulled me against him. 

“Mm, I’d rather start with dessert.” He said against my lips as he grinded his hips against me. 

“Charles, we can’t. Not here.” I said. 

“Who said? It’s my house, I should be able to fuck my girlfriend wherever I please…” In one swift motion, he turned us around so that my back was now to the table that sat in the middle of the room, “And right now, it would please me to fuck her right here.” 

Without our lips separating, he lifted me up onto the table as we continued to make out. His hands slid down to my knees, and he pulled them apart so he could stand between them. 

“What if someone walks in?” I asked, glancing over to the door. 

“Don’t worry about that, darling.” He said, subtly inching my dress up higher and higher. 

He finally broke away from the kiss and gave me a look before dropping down to kneel on one knee between my legs. 

“You should wear these more often, love.” He said as he began planting kisses along the inside of my thigh. 

He left a trail of kisses and a few love bites all the way up my inner thigh. Then, when he reached where I wanted his lips the most, he hesitated. I felt the cool air of him sighing so close, sending a chill up my spine. I was mentally preparing myself to feel his tongue delving into my cunt. So, when I felt his lips press to my other thigh and begin working their way back down it, I accidentally let a small whimper slip through my lips. 

“So impatient.” He mumbled, and I could feel his smirking against my skin. 

“No, you’re just a fucking tease.” I sighed. 

“Oh really? Maybe I should just let you get back to cooking then.” He said, going to stand up. 

I reached forward and caught his shoulder, pushing him back down, “Don’t you dare. You’re going to eat me out.” I said to him telepathically. 

“As you wish.” 

He dropped back down and went straight the my cunt. No time was wasted as he began fucking me with his mouth. His tongue was working wonders. I was trying so hard not to let anyone hear me. 

Suddenly, he pulled away and looked up at me. His lips were shining with a mix of my wetness and his own spit. 

“No, let them hear you, darling.” He said. His eyes were the darkest I had ever seen them. 

He didn’t even wait for me to respond before going back to lapping at my cunt. His nose was now also rubbing up against my clit, sending me soaring towards ecstasy. 

“Fuck, Charles, keep going.” I said, running my hands through his hair, pulling it lightly, which earned a grunt from him that I felt vibrate up through my cunt. 

I could feel that oh so familiar and welcom feeling of the coil tightening, knowing it would snap soon from the tension. Charles must have felt that I was getting close too because he began to speed up. 

“You taste so good, love.” He said to me telepathically, “Wish I could eat you out every day.” 

“Charles…” I moaned out loud, not caring that I could hear my moans echoing off the walls. 

“Go ahead, darling, come all over my tongue.” 

“Fuck!” I moaned as I came. 

Charles refused to let a single drop of my release go to waste as he lapped up every bit of it. Once he was done, he pulled back, chin wet with a mix of my release and his own spit. As he stood, he grabbed the rag from off the table and used it to wipe his chin, and only his chin, before he leaned over to kiss me, allowing me to taste myself on his lips. The kiss was so soft and gentle that I never wanted it to end. That was until I smelt something burning. 

I reluctantly pulled away and glanced around him. 

“Fuck, the chicken burned.” I said. 

Charles turned around and just turned the oven off. 

“Oh well, that gives me more time to fuck you… where shall we take it next? My new office, perhaps?” He asked. 

The thought did excite me, but what was everyone supposed to do for dinner now? 

“Change of plans. Go into town for dinner tonight.” Charles said to everyone in the house using his mind. 

“Problem solved.” He said before leaning in to give me another kiss, “So… my office?” He asked, raising his eyebrow at me. 

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[basu-shokikita]

Kloktober 2024 Day 28

Conspiracy theory or propaganda

So today's entry is special because it's possibly my last one unless I managed to do something else in the following days, and because it covers two prompts at once. The aforementioned, obviously, and also the one about OCs.

I already posted about Molly during last year's Kloktober though it's not necessary to check that one to read this. She just...certainly appears here.

“Rivalry turned friendship? Did the long time feud has finally come to an end? Dethklok’s guitarists Skwisgaar Skwigelf and Toki Wartooth were spotted in the Bahamas beaches very cozy with each other!” The Dethklok Minute Host said, as footage of the pair flashed on the screen. In one of the photos, Toki was hugging Skwisgaar from behind, in another, they were holding hands while walking along the shore. 

“In fact, fans are beginning to theorize that there might be something more amongst the musicians!” He continued, as a third picture showed their grainy silhouettes in what seemed to be an intimate moment under an umbrella.

“I’ve known ever since I first saw Dethklok live.” A brunette girl with low ponytails declared on camera. She was wearing a shirt with a badly edited image of Skwisgaar and Toki. “Their energy on stage, the sexual tension…” She giggled, adjusting her steamed glasses. “It’s clear they’re not just bandmates, they are f-”

“I used to dream about them making out during a show or something.” Another girl was shown. She had long black curls and half-lidded eyes. “Or one of them confessing their feelings during an interview, you know? I can’t believe they’re finally together!” She jumped in excitement. “So excited for the next Dethklok concert!” 

“Duh, Skwistok is, like, legendary amongst musician pairs”. A blond girl with short hair declared. “They’re soulmates, it was clearly about time for them to realize that.” She shrugged. “Toki even dated a woman that looks like Skwisgaar!”

“Conspiracy or truth?” The Dethklok Minute Host pointed at this screen. “Are Skwisgaar and Toki exploring something else besides death metal harmonies? Guess we’ll have to find out! Stay tuned for the next Dethklok minu-” The TV was turned off before he managed to finish.

Charles turned with the remote in his hand. “I thought you promised me you’d be careful, boys.”

“Hows was we supposeds to knows about the papapizza was in the beach too?” Toki threw his arms in the air. “You tolds Toki you has reserveds it for us!”

“Well, see, that’s the point.” Charles said. “You’re not safe anywhere from paparazzis. That’s why I told you to be careful.”

“You didn’ts says dats expleaseticivelies!” Skwisgaar countered with an accusing finger. “You didn’t says dats at alls!”

“I did, in fact, I said it, uh, many times.”

“You lies! You lies through yours mouth!”

“I believe the expression you’re looking for is lying through your nose and-”

Toki gasped, covering his mouth. “Yous calling me a liar?”

“I don’t-”

“You calls us liars?” Skwisgaar frowned. “You ams aware dat ams homes of phonics and we cants fires you for dats, rights?”

“Alright.” Charles raised his hands in an attempt to stop the nonsense. “I’m merely trying to protect your privacy like you asked me too, but if you want the press to accost you about your relationship then by all means go ahead.” Without expecting an answer, he left.

“He gots mads.” Skwisgaar said.

“How ams they always know?” Toki was looking at the ceiling. “How can theys know befores us?”

“Whats?”

Toki gazed at Skwisgaar. “The goils. They says they knew we ams in loves since forevers ago. Hows?”

“Eugh, Tokes, de fans ams insane, remembers?”

“Ja, buts…” Toki seemed unconvinced.

Skwisgaar suddenly turned serious. “Wells actuallies, I knows somet’ings abouts dat.”

Toki turned to him, intrigued.

Skwisgaar took a deep breath, like he was about to reveal the most compromising information in the world. “Dey has a special cults whats reunites every fridays nights. Dey gathers in a circles wif a candles and pickstures of us in de middles…” He paused. “And dey prays to…”

“Whats?!” 

Blue eyes bore into him. “Ams you shores yous ready for dis?”

“Yeah! What ams dey prayings for?!”

“Homos sex!” Skwisgaar blurted with a cackle and Toki rolled his eyes.

“Ha has…very funnies, Skwisgaar…ams totallies dyings from laughters…”

“Oh, come ons!” Skwisgaar hugged him by the necks. “What ams you worrieds abouts? They knows nothingks!”

Toki forced a smile. “Ja, yous probably rights…fans ams weirdos…”

“They ams.” Skwisgaar turned on the TV, except this time he was looking for a different channel. “Just delusionals peoples.”

“Ja…”

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The battered man was dragged by a couple of individuals wearing long, dark cloaks. Their faces darkened, they wordlessly brought the man inside a basement, where many more people in the same attire were reunited. 

“Agh!” The man screamed as he was shoved inside. He was so roughed up he couldn't tell if the light was red or it was the blood in his eyes. “Let me go!” He tried to free himself from the handcuffs to no avail.

One of the cloaked individuals whispered to what seemed to be the leader of the place.

“Bring him to me.” The leader said, in a surprisingly effeminate voice. 

In a flash, the man was tossed into the cold concrete, and the cloaked people gathered around him in a circle. They all held the same book in their hands though he couldn’t see what it was. The leader approached him and they all began chanting incomprehensible words.

“What is this?! Where am I?!” He felt something wet under him and looked down to realize the floor was stained with blood. When he looked up, he saw the leader being handed a guitar that she handled like a weapon. “No!” He tried to escape when she walked closer but he was surrounded by all sides. “Why?!”

The leader’s hood fell on her shoulders, revealing a brunette girl with low ponytails. The light was reflecting on her glasses and didn’t allow him to see her eyes. “Why?” She repeated, still raising the guitar in the air. “Well, for Skwistok.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t take it personal.” She said, completely devoid of expression. “You’re just a sacrifice to preserve Skwistok.” She paused. “So they’re always together.”

“What the hell are you- no, no, no! Wait! No-” The guitar crashed against the man’s head, cracking his skull in half. His torso fell on the floor, lifeless as the chants grew louder.

“Skwistok real! Skwistok real!” The group recited, raising their arms in celebration.

The girl smiled, wiping the blood off her cheek as someone took away the guitar. A new candle was lit and added to the hundreds of candles surrounding the basement.

Outside, a sign on the door read “Skwistok Cult”.

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Unexpected Revelations part 2

Cherik x reader

Logan x sister!reader

part 1, part 3, last part

The last week have been tense for all of us. I can hardly believe how quickly everything has changed. Amidst the chaos, I discovered that I’m pregnant. The news is overwhelming, and I know I need to talk to Logan as soon as possible. But the fear of his reaction makes me hesitate.

Eventually, I decide to talk to him. It’s a quiet afternoon, and I ask Logan to meet with me. As we stand facing each other in a quiet room at school, I feel the nervousness in my hands. “Logan, I need to tell you something important,” I begin, my voice trembling.

Logan looks at me attentively, his expression serious. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

I pause and take a deep breath.

“I... I’m pregnant,” I finally say, my heart racing. “And... I wanted you to be the first to know.”

A moment of silence follows, during which Logan just looks at me. His eyes widen in shock, and I can see that he needs to process the information. “What?” he finally stammers, his voice sounding incredulous and overwhelmed.

“Yes, it’s true,” I say softly, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I know this is all sudden, and I understand if you need time to think about it.”

Logan seems to struggle with his thoughts, and the confusion on his face scares me. “This is... this is a lot. I... I need time to process this,” he finally says.

The emotional weight is clearly too much for him. Logan shakes his head, and his eyes fill with tears, which he hastily wipes away. “I... I can’t deal with this right now,” he says, his voice barely audible. “I need... I need to leave.” Logan turns abruptly and walks away without another word.

The room seems to spin around me as I am left alone. The realization that Logan is overwhelmed and left the situation so abruptly weighs heavily on me.

I sink into a chair and let the tears flow. The entire situation is overwhelming, and the fear of what’s to come seems to suffocate me. It’s clear that I have a lot of work ahead to give Logan time and offer him the support he needs as we navigate this new challenge together.

After Logan leaves, I feel paralyzed. I know I also need to tell Erik and Charles, but the fear that their reaction might be similar or even more intense weighs heavily on me. I gather all my courage and head to our usual meeting spot.

When I arrive at Erik and Charles, they are sitting together in our favorite room at school, deeply engaged in conversation. Their faces light up when they see me, but I can detect the concern in their eyes.

“Hey, is everything okay, love?” Erik asks as he notices me and momentarily turns away from Charles.

I sit down with them and try to collect my nervous thoughts. “I need to tell you something important,” I begin, my voice trembling. “It’s something that... well, it’s going to change a lot,” I say nervously.

Charles and Erik look at each other, their expressions becoming serious. “What’s going on, Darling?” Charles asks, concerned.

“I’m pregnant,” I finally say, the sentence coming heavily from my lips. “I wanted you to hear it from me before it becomes even more difficult.”

The words hang heavily in the air. Erik and Charles look at me, their eyes widening in shock and disbelief. “How... how long?” Erik finally asks, his voice rough.

“For a few weeks,” I answer quietly. “I wanted to tell you as soon as I was sure, but I just didn’t know how to do it.”

Charles stands up and starts pacing the room, his nervousness evident. “This is... this is big news,” Charles finally says, his voice rough with emotion.

Erik runs his hand through his hair, his face lined with worry. “How do you feel about it?” he asks gently.

“I’m overwhelmed and don’t know exactly how to handle all of this,” I say, my voice breaking. “I just wanted to make sure you know and that we can find a solution together.”

Charles comes over and sits next to me. “We’re here for you, no matter what happens. It will be challenging, but we’ll get through it together,” Charles says determinedly.

Erik nods in agreement and places his hand on mine. “It’s a big responsibility, and we’ll make sure you’re not going through this alone. We’re a team, and that won’t change,” Erik smiles.

Despite the initial shock, I feel a sense of relief as I see the support in their eyes. The situation is far from easy, but the fact that we have each other gives me hope and strength.

“Thank you,” I say softly as I lean into Erik and Charles and hug them both gently. “I know this isn’t easy, but I hope we can find a way to handle it together.”

Erik and Charles hug me back, and we sit together in quiet agreement. It’s clear that a challenging time lies ahead, but together, we will find a way to navigate this new phase in our lives.

[practicalmagicintuitions]

MM reading ahead of the coronation

DISCLAIMER: If you will send me an Anon, I will answer in the same tone as your ask, opinion is written.

All information and statements made in this reading or any other post of mine are all alleged until proven to be fact and for entertainment purposes & usage only. All information stated is based on my intuition and my tarot cards. Opinion only. The readings have no intention to cause any harm to the individuals, people featured in it.

I was planning to do a few royal readings before the coronation, not surprisingly mainly Meghan and Harry related because they are the biggest trainwreck in the monarchy.

I only asked about Meghan in this reading because she is so quiet. I am planning to do readings on Harry and Charles, maybe on the Waleses.

1. How MM is feeling right now?

 6 of Swords rx 3 of Swords.  She is definitely in a bad place, she is heartbroken, I guess because they are not popular anymore. She cannot leave this feeling behind, she is stuck, and cannot move on, she feels helpless. ( I can but I don’t think this combo needs more explanation, so let’s move on)

2. What is she planning as her next move?

King of Cups felt off, so my first thought was her plan is involve a man. But I always need more cards if we are talking about court cards so I shuffled and 2 more felt off. Queen of Cups and Ace of Pent rx. 

My first thought was how interesting that this pair has come together. It could have been so nice without the reversed Ace of P. But we have that. I thought if the Ace of P were upright I would think of a pregnancy. Being reversed in a combination with the QofC could be a failed pregnancy or miscarriage, fertility problems etc. 

However Ace of P rx means greed too. And this led me to some sort of manipulation which involves emotions. Basically, she does this from day one, manipulating people emotionally for financial gain. So she definitely will continue I am just not sure her subject will be Harry or someone else. (Since I don’t really do readings on the BRF I don’t have fix cards for them yet like I have the Empress rx for NV in my HC readings. So at this point, I am unable to tell that this King is Harry or someone else.)

3. What is her plan for the coronation?

7 of W rx, Ace of W, World rx, 8 of C rx

Based on that I don’t think she will go which is surprising to me, because I was so sure she wouldn’t care, just go. Like a big walking middle finger to the royals and the world. But based on those cards, I think she will stay away. 

However, I think she is planning to do some “work” during this time. Aces are new beginnings cards, and Wands related to work. What is interesting that is on the RSW deck’s AofW card you can see a castle in the background far far away. So this suggests to me that she will stay away from the coronation but try to upstage it with something. Like relaunching Tig during this time or announcing something new project, going back to Instagram etc. 

Besides that, the whole row has this stuck feeling. She is stuck deep in her emotions, in a fight, she cannot win, and she is unable to leave behind any negativity. 

She is overwhelmed and feels she is losing a battle regarding the coronation. She should rethink her whole game but this card suggests she will choose a foul play, using some dirty tactics. She is definitely losing control over the situation. 

The World as a last Major Arcana card is obviously very significant, but here could have a very literal meaning. The coronation will be watched by the whole world and it seems she won’t be part of it. Her whole world is upside down now. It’s like “over before it has begun”.  It is also an unfinished business which is aligned with the first question and the 8 of C rx here. It will be a very unhappy situation for her but she will act like she is the happiest of all. Her emotional baggage is huge. This card is also a being abandoned card and with the 7ofW rx also means your opponents have the advantage, pushing you out of the picture ( maybe literally here, pushing her out from the tv screens). 

So that was this quick reading. I hope you enjoyed it. It is also very exciting to me to see how things will turn out. Coronation is approximately in 2 months' time so things could change. I am trying to check on it again and I am definitely planning to do more BRF readings. 

Stay well and safe!

Have a lovely day!

[lazysublimeengineer]

fatal fantasies

Summary:

Someone told me There's no such thing as bad thoughts Only your actions talk

Or Nanase and the waves of wanting for the one that he could never have to begin with.

Characters: Itoshi Rin & Nanase Nijiro

(A/N: Read the tags before proceeding to read downwards. If you value your chastity, then this server is not the right place for you. But if you’re okay with Nanase’s pining, lusting and having an imaginary sex with his sexy mentor, Rin, then by all means read ahead. I don’t own anything from the franchise. Inspired by the song, “Guilty as Sin?” in the new album of Taylor Swift, “The Tortured Poets Department: The Anthology.” Respective ownership belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura for this wonderful manga and Taylor Swift for this sexy song.)

Drowning in the Blue Nile He sent me 'Downtown Lights' I hadn't heard it in a while My boredom's bone deep This cage was once just fine Am I allowed to cry? I dream of cracking locks Throwing my life to the wolves Or the ocean rocks Crashing into him tonight He's a paradox I'm seeing visions, am I bad? Or mad? Or wise?

“Do you understand what I’m talking about bumpkin?” Rin’s exasperated voice made Nanase blink at him owlishly and he sported out an apologetic smile afterwards.

“Ah, sorry about that Rin... I’m just too focus on what you’re trying to tell me... Didn’t mean to come across as unresponsive.” He apologized, inwardly praying that Rin wouldn’t notice that he was just gawking at him like an idiot and let his mind wander aimlessly at the sight in front of him.

Rin was a walking paradox on an occasional basis.

Sometimes Nanase thought he reminded him of a lone but ferocious wolf. Ready to devour or snarl at everyone who would trespass on his own space and privacy.

Furthermore, Rin wouldn’t subject himself to the whims of the other players like with Shidou and Charles who’d playfully tease him until he was chasing them both down in the hallways because his thinly veiled patience had finally snapped like a rope breaking out from its trunk.

Nevertheless, Nanase would experience whiplash at Rin’s sudden display of consideration and helpfulness in his own way even if his classic scowl was permanently etched on his face.

Rin was patient enough to train him even if the former had stated clearly that he’s a shit of a player and there’s no merit in mentoring him.

Certain moments like this Nanase couldn’t help himself...

...

But to admire him like this.

In a perpetual motion of stillness, Nanase could only gaze at him silence over the masquerade of intense focus at what the other was babbling about soccer and techniques.

When in reality, Nanase was already drowning in the depths of those beautiful pair of teal eyes and a grumpy yet stunning face that continued to haunt yet mesmerized him at the same time.

And he wasn’t sure on what to do with himself and these thoughts alone.

“Then I have to test your ambidexterity now to see if you really understand what I taught you.” Rin replied bluntly.

Nanase was in a mess and so was his heart which was on the verge of falling for him without any parachute in sight.

What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh Only in my mind? One slip and falling back into the hedge maze Oh what a way to die I keep recalling things we never did Messy top lip kiss How I long for our trysts Without ever touching his skin How can I be guilty as sin?

With his back against the wall, Nanase was completely trapped against Rin’s taller and leaner frame. Both arms were caging him with no chance of escaping.

“I’ve had enough of waiting bumpkin.” He said lowly.

Before Nanase could even ask for a clarification, he just found himself being kissed ravenously by him with Rin claiming his lips in a kiss which sent an electricity coursing right through his veins.

He tried to hold back his soft whines and moans but with one of Rin’s hands traipsing along his thighs and giving it a gentle, yet suggestive squeeze made a helpless mewl out of his lips.

This made Rin take advantage of it and plunder his tongue inside his mouth to explore the sensitive seams of his cavity wildly.

Nanase melted into his arms and jumped on him, wrapping his legs tightly on his hips and let his hands tangled on his locks as he kissed him back deeply, letting his tongue licked on the roof of his mouth and—

“Oi! If you don’t wake up, you’ll miss practice soon and you’ll run fifty laps for your absence.” Karasu’s loud and scolding voice jolted him awake, staring blearily at the ceiling.

Fuck.

He could still feel the way his heart pounded and the way his lips tingled at the sensation of that kiss alone.

In his dreams.

“I’m getting up now! Please give me a few minutes to wash myself first!” Nanase blurted out in panic as he finally got up from the bed.

He ignored the pang of disappointment within himself as his sweet, fatal dreams were cut short and was thrusted back into the reality where Rin can never be his for a lifetime.

I keep these longings locked In lowercase inside a vault Someone told me There's no such thing as bad thoughts Only your actions talk These fatal fantasies Giving way to labored breath Taking all of me We've already done it in my head If it's make believe Why does it feel like a vow We'll both uphold somehow?

“Your posture is wrong again.” Rin deadpanned as he stared at him with an unimpressed look on his face.

Nanase flopped on the floor mat unceremoniously as his knees and legs gave up on the position that he was trying to imitate from Rin.

A shaky, exhausted breath slipped out from his lips as he stared up at the ceiling.

“Ah, sorry about that Rin. I’m not as flexible as you but I’ll do better next time!” He answered him in his usual light yet cheery voice.

“Tsk. Why next time when you’re already training with me today on yoga dumbass.” Rin scoffed lightly as he went towards his direction and stopped right in front of him, obscuring his view of the ceiling as Rin’s bland yet stunning face greeted his line of sight.

His mouth went dry, and heart sped up erratically inside his chest. Nanase needed to keep his cool and not do dumb things in front of him.

Rin kneeled in front of him in silence and took ahold of one of his knees to stretch it which sent an electrifying sensation traipsing along his veins.

Nanase tried so hard not to shudder at the contact alone, but he wasn’t able to prevent the light gasp escaping from his lips at the warm sensation of Rin’s hand on his skin.

This caught Rin’s attention and shot him a deep, penetrating gaze.

“Something the matter?” Rin asked.

Nanase immediately shook his head and tried to smile pleasantly at him.

“Nope! Feel free train me again Rin if that’s what you want!” He replied jovially, ignoring the way his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

Rin stared at him with an undecipherable look in his eyes before it was gone in a second and was replaced by the usual blank expression on his face.

Nanase tried to keep the remaining composure within himself even though he was on the verge of melting on his arms and succumbed to the chaotic notoriety of his own emotions.

What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh Only in my mind? One slip and falling back into the hedge maze Oh what a way to die My bedsheets are ablaze I've screamed his name Building up like waves Crashing over my grave Without ever touching his skin How can I be guilty as sin?

He tried to stifle the moans that we’re threatening to erupt from his lips as the other’s tongue licked a stripe at the tip of his cock.

The familiar sharp teal eyes gazed at him darkly.

“Don’t hold back your voice bumpkin. I want to hear you fall apart on my mouth and arms.” Rin said huskily before he took his cock fully on his awaiting mouth and deepthroat him.

This time, Nanase didn’t hold back and let out a loud, salacious moan. The hot yet addicting sensation of his mouth encasing his cock sent a pleasurable haze and delirious ecstasy shooting all over his body.

Nanase hasn’t touched him yet but with Rin manipulating his body to his own whims and pleasures, it sent him into a haywire of need and want and he didn’t want to stop...

...he didn’t want him to stop...

“Coming that easily before me? You really are pathetic sometimes country boy.” Rin remarked in fond exasperation as he stopped and looked at him, licking his lips slowly as his cum coated his sinful lips.

Nanase swallowed thickly as he looked up at Rin who was now looming over him.

“R-rin...” His heart stuttered over his chest.

“I think it’s time for your punishment.”

What if I roll the stone away? They're gonna crucify me anyway What if the way you hold me Is actually what's holy? If long suffering propriety Is what they want from me They don't know how you've haunted me So stunningly I choose you and me ... Religiously

“P-please let me cum...” Nanase pleaded out in a hoarse voice as another moan was ripped out from him when Rin hold the tip of his cock languorously as he railed him recklessly on the mattress with the bed swinging back and forth because of their wild movements.

Rin leaned down, his proximity and hot breaths sent a dizzying sensation over him. “Do you think you deserve it bumpkin?” He whispered lowly.

“Ngh... Ah— Ah— Ah— Y-yes...! Yes please!” Nanase drooled out and his eyes rolled back in pleasure as Rin found a particular spot inside of him and angled his cock calculatingly to hit and abused his sweet spot repeatedly.

Rin laughed huskily before he sealed his lips in a wild and dirty kiss, swallowing back his lewd moans and helpless mewls. Nanase could only kiss back weakly, panting and groaning inside his mouth as his hands flew across his back and gripped it tightly for support and leverage as Rin spread him wider to piston his insides deeper and in wild abandon.

“Fuck! You’re so adorable like this. I really like ruining you Nanase.”

...

...

...

...Nanase wake the fuck up!”

Nanase snapped his eyes open and stared dumbfounded at Rin’s figure who was glaring at him this morning.

What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh Only in my mind? One slip and falling back into the hedge maze Oh what a way to die I keep recalling things we never did Messy top lip kiss How I long for our trysts Without ever touching his skin How can I be guilty as sin?

“This is the second time you're late to our practice. Consider this as your lucky day as I’m only giving you a fair warning.” Rin warned as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Nanase scampered out of the bed and bowed apologetically at Rin.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry Rin! It won’t happen again! I promise!” Apologies came pouring out from his lips and bit his lower lip out of nervousness.

“You should be. Next time you do that, say goodbye to your training regimen with me and handle it on your own.” Rin replied simply and turned around to leave when he paused midway and glanced at him again.

“And oh, by the way, make sure to take care of yourself before presenting yourself to me.” He added casually before he resumed his walk and left him alone in his room.

Nanase was left inside, blinking a few times before he looked down and realized that his morning wood was poking down visibly on his shorts.

As Rin was already walking out in the hallways, he could hear the other’s embarrassed yelp and frustrated groan.

The corners of his lips twitched upwards.

He sent me 'Downtown Lights' I hadn't heard it in a while Am I allowed to cry?

(A/N: I can’t believe Taylor had written a song which is thirsting over someone and pleasuring themselves over it. “Guilty as Sin?” is a song that really inspired me to write this and brought out the sin of Nanase thirsting over Rin in silence. Like did you see that panel where he had a happy face when Rin declared that he’s going to be his property from now on in exchange of training him and he was okay with that?! The fandom is going to pretend that this is totes normal between the two players and teammates. And Rin is not slick either. Man’s possessive over our sunshine boy here and he doesn’t hesitate to own him as soon as he got the chance in the manga. Reviews are amusing so let me hear them from you.)

[norabrice1701]

The Duke & The Witch - Ch. 9

Charles Brandon x Fem!OC, A The Tudors Slight-AU fic

Series Main List

Ch. 9 Warnings: Discussion of witchcraft; period-typical attitudes towards everything (women, religion, witchcraft, etc.); fantastical squinty science/alchemy; imprisonment and lack of control

The journey to London takes time. Charles can’t risk Cromwell’s spies sending suspicious reports to the king in advance of their arrival, so he doesn’t allow Avian to ride astride his horse, and she tolerates walking alongside him. Self-loathing consumes him, continuing to churn his gut as Avian now walks alongside his horse through the crowded city streets. 

“I am supposed to be a witch, after all.” She said with something wicked and teasing in her gaze despite the sad tone of her voice. “Who’s to say that I won’t cast a spell on you?” 

The guilty cage around his heart tightened. “It’s one thing to bind your wrists with shackles but another thing entirely to gag you.” He sighs and steps closer to her in the shadows of the woodland, nuzzling her cheek. “Besides, I think you have already cast a spell on me.”  

She leaned into his embrace. “Then shouldn’t you take extra precautions, Your Grace?” 

His hand rose to her cheek, coaxing her mouth to meet his for one last, final kiss. Hidden away from the world for one last minute, he poured his heart into the kiss - whether to reassure her or himself, whether to reaffirm everything he promised her, or whether to prepare himself for the worst - he didn’t know. 

And he still doesn’t know. He casts a glance down at her, watching her green eyes blaze above the strip of black cloth that rests between her teeth and knots around the back of her head. Her hands rest in front of her, bound at the wrists. The shackles aren’t so loose that she can escape, but he doesn’t want the metal to chafe and cut through the fabric of her dress. Exposing the inlaid silver on her wrists won’t do either of them any good. He can only hope that she won’t be imprisoned long enough for anyone to discover it. 

Her gaze darts up to his before she blinks away just as quick. Another pang of guilt stabs him through the chest, and he works a sickening swallow down his throat as they approach The Tower. He doesn’t want her arrest to turn into any more of a spectacle than it has to, but at least - if her earlier suggestion was any indication - she understands the values of the act. Above all, though, he doesn’t want to see her hurt.  

The shadow of The Tower looms heavy in the dying daylight, and the somber courtyard makes for a dour welcome as he swings down from his horse. He doesn’t turn to acknowledge the scrape of the heavy wooden door against stone as he reaches for Avian’s bonds.

“Your Grace.” Cromwell’s voice makes Charles stiffen. “This is indeed an unexpected surprise.”

Charles’ jaw tenses with indignation. Unexpected surprise, indeed. No doubt the man’s spies have run ahead and informed their master of Charles’ impending arrival. Swallowing his displeasure, Charles turns to acknowledge the Lord Privy Seal. “Indeed, my lord.”

“His Majesty was beginning to have concerns about your commitment to duty, but I shall be delighted to inform him of your arrival.”

“His Majesty had no cause for doubt.” Charles answers, untying the rope from his horse and tugging it to pull Avian forward. The weight of her stare lands on him before shifting to Cromwell who visibly recoils with condescending disgust.

“My heavens,” Cromwells says, sniffing with displeasure. “Where ever did you unearth such a barbaric creature?”

“The woods in my duchy.” Charles suspects that Cromwell already knows more than that, but he chooses to play the game. For now.

Cromwell hums low in his throat. “Bound and gagged, too?”

Charles pulls again on the rope, walking for the door Cromwell had exited earlier. “Until we know the full extent of her abilities, I wasn’t about to risk her casting a spell on me.”

Cromwell’s chuckle follows him as he leads Avian inside, ascending the nearest staircase. “A wise precaution, Your Grace.” Cromwell affirms. “I must confess myself intrigued by the prospect of her evaluation.”

“Either way, it will prove enlightening.” Charles ignores the twist of dread in his gut, turning towards the nearest guard and not slowing his pace or minding the pull of Avian’s stumble. “Guard - bring a bucket of water.” He commands, pausing just long enough to grab a torch from the nearest sconce before ducking into the closest open cell.

He turns back to face her, pulling her into the empty cell as he rests the torch in a sconce to cast pale shadows about the dingy interior. With the loose end of the rope in his hand, he threads it through a metal ring embedded in the stone wall before tying a strong knot to secure her in the cell’s confines.

“A bucket of water, Your Grace?” Cromwell sounds dubious as Charles turns to glare at him over his shoulder. The Lord Privy Seal stands just inside the cell door, intently watching Charles work.

“Yes,” Charles confirms. “I would have returned to London sooner, but the lady escaped my custody once already. Hid a powder in one of her hair braids that ate right through the metal lock on her previous restraints.” He bites off a sharp smile. “Those same mistakes will not be repeated.”

He reaches up, undoing the tie on one braid and unraveling the thick plait. The rest follow until her hair hangs in wild, disheveled waves around her face, her bright green eyes glinting out from beneath. He’s careful not to reveal any trace of the hidden braid at the base of her hairline, and the gag that’s still tied around the back of her head helps. 

“Tell me, witch,” Charles commands, putting the full power of his station in his voice. “Is there anything in your hair that you should like to confess before you are doused?”

Garbled, sharp sounds issue from behind the gag as she waves her bound hands.

Charles shakes his head in strong reprimand, tugging on the rope for effect. “A simple shake or nod of your head will suffice.”

She falls still, eyes blazing as she meets Charles’ gaze. Eventually, she slowly shakes her head, shoulders slumping.

He nods in acknowledgement. “Very well.”

The guard announces his newly arrived presence, sidestepping around Cromwell to hand Charles the bucket of requested water. The guilt will consume him later, but he can’t afford the appearance of leniency right now. He lifts the bucket over her head and pours the cold rain of water down upon her.

She cries out against the gag as the water soaks her hair, running down her face to catch in the fabric of her clothes. Her breathing comes in sharp, displeasured draws as she gasps and drips. 

“Good gracious,” Cromwell muses. “She looks like a rabid animal. Completely unsuitable to go before the bishop or His Majesty. We should just put her down now.”

She lunges against her bonds towards the Lord Privy Seal, jerking harshly to clank the metal ring against the stone wall.

Charles shoots Cromwell a dark look. “You’re lucky that knot held, my lord. I’d suggest refraining from antagonizing her further.” He crouches down at her side, setting the bucket aside before working his hands along the hem of her dress and up along the woolen fabric of her chausses. It mirrors his inspection from that first time in the St. Edmunds’ garrison dungeon, but it only makes him long for the tender embraces shared in her bed.

Cromwell scoffs with unease. “And what purpose is this, Your Grace…?”

He runs his hand down her other leg. “She is also known to carry concealed weapons under her clothing. I have a device to show His Majesty that she wears concealed under her sleeve.”

A dark smirk sounds in Cromwell’s words. “Most interesting. You do know quite a bit about her.”

Charles rises to his feet, feeling along the wet sleeves of her dress. “I only know what she has tried to attack me with. The rest of her secrets are still hidden.”

“For now.” The smug tone on Cromwell’s words don’t go unnoticed as Charles feels along her other forearm. He already knows that she doesn’t carry any of her arsenal, and while displeased, she had understood when he told her that he would have to surrender her gauntlet upon her arrest. All for the value of the show, he tells himself. As if to remind himself, he searches her face and tries to catch her gaze. But the disquieting, distant sheen in her eyes as she stares - perhaps at the wall, perhaps at Cromwell - only rots Charles’ stomach.

“Guards will be posted outside the door,” Charles forces himself to say, careful to keep a firm edge to his voice. He isn’t supposed to love this woman, after all. “Should you try to escape, you’ll find our inclination towards fair treatment will disappear. But on the other hand, should your behavior reflect favorably when I return, then you will not find your treatment lessened.” He shoots her one last glance before turning towards Cromwell and the door, sweeping out without hesitation.

Cromwell silently follows him, but there’s no mistaking the pleased aura about the man. It’s something that Charles has never understood - there is no pleasure to be found from watching others suffer, yet everything about The Tower stands as a testament to suffering. 

The days ahead hang like a heavy weight around his neck, and he will need every ounce of his strength to guard his heart. Or perhaps Henry won’t invite him to Avian’s evaluation. 

But as he leaves The Tower with the Lord Privy Seal on his heels, he doubts that he will be so lucky.

***

The summons arrives not two days later. Official instructions for the Duke of Suffolk to conduct evaluation of the rumored witch at The Tower for his majesty’s pleasure and satisfaction. 

Nothing about it sits well with him, and he works to suppress a yawn as he enters The Tower’s royal council room. Charles has visited enough prison cells on the king’s business over the years to recognize the pervasive damp chill that permeates every room of The Tower, including the king’s council chamber. He sniffles against the musty scent that tickles his nose, clasping his hands behind his back as he awaits the king’s arrival and watches the other attendees. Assorted lords and clergymen take their seats, musing about the business at hand and whispering about the purpose of today’s meeting. 

Charles only half-listens to the various conversations. He has spent the better part of the night planning out how this meeting should go and how much he should divulge. Exhaustion eats at the corners of his mind, but he refuses to let it show. It will only weaken his resolve - make him vulnerable to the tumultuous weight in his heart and the guilty nausea souring his stomach - when instead… instead, he will be who he needs to be today. 

“His Majesty, the King!” The herald’s voice cuts through the din as everyone raises to their feet, poised to bow. Henry strides into the room, stone-faced and regal as he bypasses the bowing nobles without a glance.

Charles straightens from his own bow, unable to hide his disdainful glare at the man who follows after the king. Cromwell’s dark gaze meets his, smug and sure, despite his otherwise demure expression. Everything about it makes Charles’ blood boil. He has no excuse to remove the Lord Privy Seal from the room, but Cromwell’s presence will surely complicate the proceedings. If not seeking to somehow extort anything about Avian for the king’s gain, then perhaps worse, Cromwell will try for his own private gain. 

The king takes his seat at the head of the table before everyone else sits and Cromwell hovers in the background. “We officially declare this meeting in session,” Henry starts, glancing around the assembled crowd. “We are given to understand that my Lord Suffolk has something of particular interest to share with us. Or, rather – someone.” His sharp gaze lands on Charles. “Proceed.” 

Charles nods with a half-bow before stepping forward. “Thank you, Your Majesty. My lords.” His voice echoes in the small stone chamber with a refined detachment. “Rumors have persisted for some time about the presence of a witch in my duchy.”

A murmur rises in the room, punctuated with hushed, guffawed whispers. The Earl of Hertford, Edward Seymour, raises a disparaging eyebrow. “A witch, Your Grace? Is she not better left to a priest and burned at the stake?”

Charles shakes his head gently. “From my interactions with her, that does not appear to be the case.”

“Your interactions with her?” Bishop Gardiner interjects, his face piqued. “You’ve met the woman?’

“Yes, Your Grace.” Charles motions towards the door. “She is waiting just outside to join us when I give the word.”

Another shocked murmur fills the room. A lesser bishop sputters with a scandalized look. “Join us here and now? With His Majesty present?”

Henry sits silently, but Charles recognizes the fierce, hungry curiosity that burns in his king’s gaze.

Charles nods. “Yes. This evaluation - nay, this demonstration - was arranged at His Majesty’s request.”

“A demonstration?” Seymour repeats, gaze drawn in with a wary edge. “You mean to say the woman in question does possess powers?”

“I’m not learned enough to make the final determination,” Charles answers carefully. “But she does possess a knowledge of this earth that extends beyond the traditional.” He walks over to the door, opening it just enough to issue the command for the guards to bring her in.

The door swings open to allow the guards the pass, pulling Avian silently along by a chain that connects to the shackles still around her wrists. Her eyes dart, wide and nervous, around the room and assembled crowd. Nothing in her appearance softens when she meets Chrales’ gaze, and he holds an unwavering expression in return. The guards lead her to the center of the chamber, extending the chain down to loop through a ring in the floor. After securing her bonds, they step back against the far wall as Charles moves forward.

With her bound hands chained to the floor, dress smeared with prison filth, wild curls and gaunt cheeks – Avian looks not unlike a feral waif. In fact, except for the shrewd alertness of her gaze, nothing else about her presence indicates any sort of civility, let alone power. 

A lesser lord snorts derisively. “She looks more like a homeless beggar than any witch.”

“Do not be deceived.” A priest chides. “Witchcraft takes many forms.”

“Indeed.” Charles agrees, gesturing in her direction. “Please allow me to introduce a woman simply known as Avian.” 

The same priest harrumphs. “Not even a surname?”

“No, my lord.” Charles answers, not sparing her a glance. “She has made mention of her father in past interrogations, but nothing that has been of any value.”

“Can we not just ask her directly? Or is she incapable of speech?” Another asked.

“Careful,” the priest hisses in return. “She may cast a spell upon His Majesty.”

Charles bites back a wave of annoyance and hopes that she will follow his lead. “She will not speak unless I directly address her.”

Seymour arches a suspicious brow. “Do you have a prior arrangement with the prisoner, Your Grace?” 

Charles holds his head high. “Only in that she has been made to understand how to behave in the presence of her betters.” 

That seems to please the assembled crowd, a few concurring nods and satisfied smirks lighting up around the room. 

Henry raises a hand, gesturing impatiently. “Proceed, Your Grace. We are most anxious to see this.” 

Charles tips his head in acquiescence as he reaches for the sleeve of his black doublet and pulls it up to reveal the gauntlet of straps, pouches and bellows affixed to his forearm. He holds his forearm up in front of his face for everyone to study. “She wears this up her sleeve,” he starts. “When concealed, it appears as though she summons the powder contents of these pouches from thin air. But it is not magic, merely trickery.” 

Seymour’s face creases with incredulity. “Powder contents? And what purpose do they serve? I hope for more than just a woman’s toiletry.” 

A small chuckle rises from the room as Charles lowers his sleeve. “I’ve only witnessed her use them for self-defense. But see for yourself.” He turns and extends his wrist towards her face, curling his fingers back to reach the bellows. A cloud of red powder rushes forth. She coughs against it, trying to avoid the red cloud of dust but unable to escape it or hold her breath. A gasping breath rattles her body, followed by a breathy moan as her eyes pinch shut. 

“She calls it passion powder,” Charles clarifies. “For that’s what it does - incites a dizzying rush of passion. Dizziness. Breathlessness. A burning itch in the blood that doesn’t wane.” He turns back towards her, his stomach souring as he watches her struggle. “If she were attacking me or vice versa, she would be quite unable to continue.” 

“Fascinating.” A voice murmurs across the room, clearly intrigued. 

“Just one burst is all it took?” A priest looks up with wide, confused eyes. “To incapacitate her so completely?” 

“Just one,” Charles confirms as she squirms against her bonds, another moan pitching low in her throat. “Anymore and I think a person might go mad.” 

Cromwell tilts his head, brow pinching with smug realization. “You speak as if you have firsthand knowledge, Your Grace. Were you a victim of an attack?” 

Charles bristles, jaw tensing as he struggles to keep his response civil. “Yes. On our first meeting - upon pursuit of her, I received a similar dose of passion powder.”

“And how did you recover, Your Grace?” Cromwell’s face maintains the mask of feigned concern. 

Her ragged moan cuts through the room before Charles can answer, turning back to watch her tremble against her bonds, eyes wide and glassy. 

Charles moves back towards her. “I recovered in the privacy of my own home which is something the lady doesn’t have here. So let’s ease her discomfort.” He extends his arm towards her again, pressing on the second bellows trigger. Bright purple dust fills the air, and she sneezes as it invades her senses. Her balance falters, and she stumbles to her knees. Charles looks back at the assembled crowd who sit with rapt attention. But then he turns back to her with a quizzical expression. “I don't know if this powder has a name,” he says. “But it uses spider venom to render the victim immobile. One burst of this would steal the strength from even the strongest man.” 

She huffs a groaning, frustrated breath as she slumps to the floor. Her limbs slow their movements as  her shaking and twitching gradually subsides. 

“I don’t believe it.” A voice whispers, astounded. “How could such a thing be possible?”

Charles watches her writhing fade and turns back towards the king, stomach souring at the gleeful look of intrigue in Henry’s eyes. “There’s one more powder that she carries - a yellow one - but I have yet to see it used.” Charles forces himself to say before turning back to her with a commanding edge. “Avian - what of your third powder? What does it do?” 

She draws a hissing breath, glaring up at him with wildfire in her eyes. “Use it. And find out.” 

He doesn’t need to be told twice. The third trigger depresses easily, and yellow powder rushes forth. In her immobile state, there’s even less that she can do to escape it, and it leaves a fine dusting on her clothes. Silence falls as her breathing calms and her eyes flutter. Her head lolls to one side as her eyes finally close, and she falls completely still. 

“By God, Charles,” Henry’s voice comes ripe with amusement. “I hope you haven’t killed her.”

 A spike of fear lances through Charles as he crouches beside her, holding a finger just under her nose. Steady puffs of air brush his skin as relief unclenches his chest. “No, Your Majesty. She lives.” 

Seymour shakes his head, begrudgingly impressed. “A sleeping powder. Ingenious. This woman presents herself as an alchemist to be rivaled with.” 

“Presumptuous of you.” A priest sniffles with distaste. “An alchemist without any formal training? That’s an insult to alchemists throughout the land.” 

“But the argument stands,” another lord chimes in. “If she can conjure such powders capable of incapacitating any man, then she is a threat to the stability of the kingdom and should not be allowed to run unchecked across our countryside. In that respect, how is she any different from a witch?” 

Cromwell interjects with an eerie calmness. “My Lord Suffolk seems to possess quite a working knowledge of this woman’s capabilities. Perhaps he would be willing to share his esteemed and learned opinion on the subject of this woman’s pronouncement as a witch.” 

Charles grinds his teeth but forces a pleasant, neutral tone, despite the anger roiling in him. “I do not count my opinion on the subject to hold much value,” he says quietly. “But I do not deem her a witch. Her powers are merely an illusion presented by application of knowledge. It is not witchcraft to strap a gauntlet to one’s arm.” He motions to his own arm as a visible reminder.

“That may be so, Your Grace,” Seymour coolly interjects. “But that does not mean her power is an illusion. There is clearly much to be gained from her knowledge. Unless this was an act of deception, those powders could have quite an impact on the battlefield.”

Charles purses his lips to hear it said. He can’t deny that he had similar thoughts once upon a time, but they sit ill with him now. “That is a possibility. Though, our soldiers would have to be very close to the enemy for that to work effectively.”

“What…” Cromwell steps forward, peering over the table and squinting in shrewd, intrigued assessment. “What is around her wrists?”

“Oh my.” Seymour stands to his feet, lips curled with interest. “I say, indeed. It… it almost looks like metal. But… burned into her skin?”

Charles turns to look down at Avian, cursing his luck. When she had slumped over from the sleeping powder, the shackles pushed up the sleeves of her dress to reveal a glimpse of her bare wrists and the band of mottled skin inlaid with silver. Even he wouldn’t be able to deny its visible presence. 

Henry’s voice sounds over his shoulder. “Well, Your Grace? What’s to be made of it?”

Charles swallows carefully, crouching down to give the appearance of conducting a closer inspection. “I cannot say, Your Majesty. This… I have never seen its equal. Some sort of metal.” He hovers a hand over the affected skin. Even though he does not touch, he can almost feel the metal’s phantom coolness. “It might be steel, or maybe silver?”

“Silver?” Seymour queries. “Perhaps we should cut it out and add it to His Majesty’s coffers.”

“I would caution you, My Lord.” Cromwell’s voice cuts in. “At this distance, it looks intentional – it’s too well placed on both wrists. We should seek to understand it before we destroy it.”

Charles looks up, swallowing hard. “I have to say that I agree with the Lord Privy Seal. We need her to answer for it before taking action.”

Henry tilts his head thoughtfully, eyes glinting with a dangerous impatience. “How long until she wakes?”

“It could be hours,” Charles shakes his head with genuine uncertainty. “Or it could be in the next half hour. The powders’ effects seem to vary from person to person.”

Henry hums thoughtfully. “Then, my lords, I suggest we adjourn. Until she can answer for herself and her knowledge - be it alchemy or witchcraft – there does not seem to be any usefulness gained while there are still so many other matters for the kingdom. Nonetheless, this has been most illuminating, and we are most intrigued at the prospect of future discussions.”

A general chorus of agreement rises in the room, and Charles stands back to his full height. The king processes out first as everyone offers a half-bow in parting respect. In the wake of his departure, Charles watches Cromwell and Seymour talk in low, hushed tones that send a shiver down his spine. 

“Your Grace?” Bishop Gardiner’s voice draws his attention. 

Charles summons a pleasant smile. “Yes, Your Excellency?”

“How much exposure have you had to this purported witch?”

“Not so much. She… I was informed about her, as was His Majesty. And at his request, I sought her out and brought her to The Tower.” Absently, he wonders if blatantly lying to a clergyman reserves him a place in a deeper circle of hell. 

The bishop hums kindly. “Witchcraft takes many forms, Your Grace. I should hate to see your soul unknowingly fall victim. Should you wish, I offer my personal services for your confession and prayer.”

Embarrassment threatens to lift the corner of Charles’ mouth but he covers it with a smile of gratitude. “Thank you, Your Excellency. That is a most generous offer, and I shall let you know.”

The bishop smiles wide and hopeful. “Very good, Your Grace. I look forward to hearing from you.” He glances down at Avian, shaking his head solemnly. “Bless you, my child. If there is any redemption for your soul, then I hope we can lead you there.”

The bishop turns without another word and leaves the growing quiet of the chamber. Avian still lays motionless on the floor and Charles’ guilt grows. He wants to follow her back to her cell, to be there when she wakes up. To beg for forgiveness that he doesn’t deserve.

He glances up, gaze drawn by the weight of Cromwell and Seymour’s calculating glances. Steeling his nerve and glaring at the guards, he barks in his coldest, commanding voice. “Take the prisoner back to her cell.”

[severalforraelee]

Prove It Part 1: Max Verstappen x Reader

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Written by Raelee / Posted Feb. 10 

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I try my best to avoid him. I try my very best to avoid him. But considering we work in the same industry, and he’s friends with my friends- well, if I can call them friends, that might be an HR violation- I don't get the chance to avoid him that often. But when I do see him, it’s pure hell.

He hates the media. I get it, I’m sure journalists hounding him every weekend about how he thought the race was, how the battle against Lewis Hamilton is going, and his personal life is annoying. But I’m not a journalist- I just do social media for Ferrari. So, it’s not even like I’m taking pictures of him or posting about him on the Internet- but as soon as he sees himself in the background of an Instagram story, he gets irritated and speaks to me in that condescending, frustrated tone.

So I’ve just figured that it’s better if I walk away every time he walks towards me, but he doesn’t like that either. If I feel like bothering him, I’ll stare him down and give him a sugar sweet smile to boil his blood, speaking to him in a calm tone to piss him off even more while he attempts to yell at me without appearing like an awful person.

I stare down at my to-go cup in thought, taking another sip of the vanilla steamer. I’m still trying to figure out what the correct amount of vanilla syrup is. A laugh snaps me out of my focus and I look up from the white lid to see Charles staring at me, an amused expression on his face.

“Hard to get back at it, huh?” He questions, insinuating the start of the new season.

I point an accusing finger at him. “Hey, you seem to forget that the drivers get a break, the rest of us do not.”

To my surprise, the brunette man approaches me, pulling me into a hug. I wrap my arms around him cautiously. Last season was my first season in F1, with Ferrari nonetheless, and I formed a close bond with both Charles and Carlos due to us being close in age. Still, my job needs to come before my friendships with the drivers, so I don’t want to become too close to them.

“How was your vacation?” I ask him.

“It was good, I got some much needed time off,” he smirks at me. “You should try it sometime.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, why don’t you tell your boss that?”

I turn to walk in the direction of my office, intending to end the conversation and get some work done, but to my surprise, Charles begins to walk alongside me.

“I saw Max.”

“Oh, did you?” I keep my eyes straight ahead, trying to keep my tone and expression level and uninterested. I don’t want to talk about Max Verstappen.

“Yeah, he was enjoying some nice vodka on a yacht,” he elbows me, “You like vodka, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“I think this is the year you two are going to get along,” he proclaims.

We reach my office and I step inside, going to close the door as I respond, “Doubt it, okay, bye Charles.”

Unfortunately, he sticks his foot in the door, stepping inside my office and ignoring the big sigh I let out.

“I really think you should attempt to get along with him. You’re one of my closest friends, and I would like for you to come with us all when we go out to clubs,” he tells me.

His words make me pause. He considers me one of his closest friends? To be honest, I can’t remember spending time with Charles outside of work. Maybe after hour functions, but then the whole team is there for that.

“I’m not one of your closest friends, Charles,” I deny, sitting down at my desk and grabbing a nearby folder to look over documents from the social media team.

“Yes, you are. And I’m one of your closest friends.”

I keep my eyes on the documents, deciding to just ignore him. The sound of a bag rustling gets my attention and I look up to see him holding a half-full bag of dog treats, his brows furrowed.

“What are these for?”

“For when I bring my dog into the office. See, another reason Max and I wouldn’t get along, he has cats and I have a dog,” I give him a sarcastic smile.

He smirks in response. “How do you know that Max has cats?”

I just roll my eyes at the question. “The last time that I saw Max, he yelled at me for five minutes because his ear was in the corner of a five second Instagram story. His ear, Charles.”

“Come on, just tell me you’ll consider it,” he pleads, “Our first race is in Bahrain and I know a killer club there.”

I eye him, catching the desperate look in his eyes. Guilt starts to build in my chest. I do really enjoy Charles’ presence, and he’s done a lot for the company and team.

I throw the pen that I absentmindedly picked up down on the desk, startling the driver. “I guess I’ll do it this one time. But I’m not staying long, and if Max is rude to me and I leave to cry, nobody talks about it.”

“Deal,” he agrees quickly. “I’ll text you the details. You won’t regret this, Y/N!”

~

Qualifying and practice goes well. I’m able to avoid Max while doing my job as best as I can, taking great photographs and videos and making Carlos and Charles participate in trends when I can. Then, race day arrives.

“Before the race, I just wanted to get a few warm-up shots of you, maybe a Boomerang and a video-””Lando!” Carlos interrupts me, reaching out to hug the McLaren driver. I try my best to hide my stress- race days always make me stressed out- and give Lando a flustered smile that turns into a genuine one once he grins back at me.

Something about him just makes your day a little bit brighter.

“Charles said that you’re going out with us tonight,” Lando informs me. I curse the Monaco native in my head. There goes my plan of faking a headache. Lando, Charles, and Carlos combined have the stubbornness of a three-headed bull.

“Ugh, she is?” A voice behind me asks. My shoulders tense at the familiarity of it and I shut my eyes, taking a moment to mentally brace myself for this confrontation. I turn to the side, allowing Max into our little circle.

He must’ve gotten a haircut over break, or decided to style it differently because it looks shorter than normal. But otherwise he looks the same- focused expression, fire in his eyes- except this time, he’s added on a world championship.

“Whatever, just don’t post on your Instagram and Snapchat the whole time. I know how much you like to use the whole paddock for clout,” he spits at me.

I smile sweetly at him. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Max.”

His eyebrows furrow even more at me, which I didn’t know was possible. He opens his mouth, probably to chew my head off when someone calls him. We all look to see Christian beckoning him over, an impatient expression on his face. He gives me one last withering look before walking towards the team principal.

I turn back to the remaining two drivers. “Are you guys sure that I have to go tonight?”

“It’ll be fun,” Lando reassures me.

“Plus, Duncan will be there,” Carlos teases, throwing an arm around my shoulders.

“Duncan? Who’s Duncan?” Lando inquires.

“Duncan is an engineer. Duncan is also a guy who Y/N blushes constantly around and can’t form proper sentences.”

“Similar to Max,” Lando snickers.

“If you insinuate that I like Max Verstappen ever again, I will cut your tongue out,” the threat slips out before I can help it.

“Whoa, who’s insinuating that? Carlos, did you hear anyone insinuating that?” Lando laughs nervously.

“No, I didn’t, brother.”

I roll my eyes, shaking Carlos’s arm off of me before pulling out my phone to check the to-do list. “Carlos, we are so far behind. Come on, we have to go.”

“See you tonight,” Lando calls after us.

~

After an exhilarating, yet exhausting race, Charles comes in a well deserved P4 and Carlos comes in P6. I take pictures and videos to post on social media, examining each one carefully to make sure the race champion, Max Verstappen, isn’t in any of them. After our short argument earlier, the last thing I want is to be through another, yet longer argument with him.

I make my way towards an available car Ferrari has rented for some of the marketing team members, one thing and one thing only on my mind.

Sleep.

I know I promised Carlos and Charles I would go out with them tonight, and I know that because we work together I shouldn’t break that promise, but the last thing that I want to do is to go to a crowded club where a bunch of drivers and team members get drunk. Plus, I know from previous encounters, just how arrogant Max gets when he gets drunk.

And Max is arrogant in general.

I’m putting on my seatbelt when the passenger’s side door opens. Before I can react, Charles sits in the seat, pulling on his own seatbelt.

“Good plan, leaving early so that we have more time to get ready for tonight,” he praises me.

“Charles,” I hiss, “You can’t just do that. I’m an attractive, young woman, remember? Creeps would love to kill me.”

“You think that you’re attractive?”

I give him an unamused look and he holds up his hands in defense.

“I’m not saying you’re not!”

“Yeah, but you were suggesting it.”

“No, I just, well-”He stutters, “It’s not that I think you’re attractive- it’s not that I think that you’re unattractive, either, it’s just-””Charles, just, stop,” I tell him with a sigh, putting the car into drive. I start to make my way back to the hotel.

“So I told Carlos that we’d leave at nine. We’re going to meet in the lobby, if you want to meet us there so that we can all carpool together. You know, save the planet and everything,” he informs me.

“Oh, I’m actually feeling kind of sick,” I fake a cough, keeping my eyes on the road so that I don’t have to meet his gaze. Still, I can feel him looking at the side of my head.

“Y/N, I know that you’re faking it.”

“No, I’m not!”

“Listen, I’ll help you avoid him, okay? You just need to celebrate with us because you never do, but your social media postings have boosted our popularity so much just in the last year. You’re a big part of the team, Y/N, and we’d like to get to know you better because you contribute so much,” he pleads.

The guilt from a couple of days ago returns. I like Charles and Carlos, I really do, and hearing Charles praise me and my work doesn’t hurt either. And if he says he’ll help me avoid Max the whole night… Maybe I can actually spend some time letting loose and enjoying myself.

“Ugh, fine,” I groan.

“So you’ll meet us in the lobby?” Charles asks excitedly.

“I’ll meet you in the lobby,” I confirm.

~

I put on some music to uplift my mood as I get ready for the club. I pull on the tightest pair of ripped jeans that I have, accompanying it with a long sleeve, black, V-neck top and some black high heel ankle booties. My hair goes into a sleek, high ponytail and I spend more time than I want doing my makeup.

Carlos and Charles are already waiting in the lobby when I arrive, the Spainard letting out a low whistle as I do a twirl for the two of them.

“You clean up nicely,” Charles compliments.

“Why don’t you dress like this every day?” I elbow Carlos for his comment.

We hail a nearby taxi. The two drivers make small talk about the race on the way to the club, but I can’t join in, anxiety starting to build inside of me. I’ve never liked going to clubs or bars. The idea of all of these strangers in one small, cramped space makes me nauseated at just the thought. Throw in the factor of Max being there and well- I’m starting to wonder just what it is about Charles that made me agree to go.

With the two of them by my side, we quickly breeze into the club. We approach the bar and Carlos orders us three beers before I can object.

“Good race today, boys,” Lando approaches us, pulling the two into an enthusiastic hug. “Y/N, did you get good content for the ‘gram?”

I answer him and it transitions into a full on conversation about what constitutes as a ‘thirst trap’ on Instagram. Is the wink and tongue swip Charles did for an Instagram story today a thirst trap?

Carlos excuses himself when he sees Daniel Ricciardo, going to plan a prank on Mick Schumacher with him.

“Y/N, it’s great to see you here,” a dazzling grin appears before me.

The girly giggle escapes my lips before I can stop it and I see Charles and Lando give me surprised, yet delighted glances. I mentallly curse myself, knowing that I’m never going to live that sound down.

“Hi, Duncan,” I greet him, my tone light.

“I got you your favorite drink, a Manhattan,” he holds the glass out to me.

“Her favorite drink is a vodk-”I elbow Lando to get him to shut up. “Aw, you shouldn’t have, thank you,” I take it from him, glaring at Lando warningly to prevent him from telling Duncan my actual favorite drink.

He doesn't need to know that.

“Uh, Lando, you see that over there?” Charles points in a random direction.

We all turn to look, but don’t see anything.

“What am I supposed to be-””Oh, I think we should go over there and get a closer look. Come on.” Charles grabs his arm, pulling him in that direction.

“So, how’s the office dog?” Duncan jokes. I laugh at that, maybe a bit too hard. Once in a while, when it’s supposed to be a slow day at the office, I’ll bring my dog in with me so that she’s not home alone all day.

“She’s good, we just went on a hike the other day where she met her very first skunk,” I giggle at the memory of the small Jack Russell Terrier finally meeting her fiery match… and losing.

“Oh no,” he laughs. “Well, I hope she doesn’t stink too bad.”

“No, it’s slowly going away.”

We talk about Tala for a little while longer before switching into details of our personal lives. He tells me about how his younger sister is in her final year of university and how he might have to miss a few days for her graduation. I tell him about my family back in America and how my sister’s due date with my niece is right in the middle of the season.

“I should leave and go to bed now, we have an engineers meeting in the morning,” his disappointed eyes are illuminated by his phone screen. “But I’d love to get your number. And maybe sometime we can go out for a drink and a movie, yeah? Or a walk with Tala.”

My cheeks hurt from how hard I’m smiling at his suggestions and I nod my head vigorously, not even caring how desperate I look. “Of course.”

I put my number in his phone and he put his number in mine. I watch the club doors shut behind him. The sudden urge to pee hits me and I realize that during the short amount of time we’ve talked, I’ve drank the beer Carlos ordered and the Manhattan Duncan gave me. I feel buzzed as I rise from the barstool to make my way to the bathroom.

“Y/L/N,” Charles waves me down as I pass the table he, Max, Daniel, and Pierre are sitting at.

“How was your chat with the engineer? I guess you aren’t getting lucky tonight?” Daniel smirks at me before Charles can, I bet more politely than Daniel, ask about Duncan.

“It went good, we’re probably going on a date soon,” I say, ignoring the second question.

“Hopefully you’ll get lucky after that,” Daniel comments. I roll my eyes, walking away from the group. “Hey, where are you going? Was it something that I said?”

I use the bathroom, fully intending to go back to the hotel as soon as I leave the restroom. If I run across the club fast enough, Charles and Carlos won’t be fast enough to catch me. The wooden door hits something hard as I open it. I gasp, holding my hand to my mouth as I notice a tall body standing in front of me.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so- oh. It’s just you,” my voice immediately switches from apologetic to monotone as I notice who I hit.

Max is trying to bury me underground with his stare right now.

“You know the men’s room is right there,” I point to the wooden door a few feet away. “Or were you trying to find your next fling? This is a bit of a creepy way to do that, though.”

“You think you’re funny, huh?” His tone is dark.

“Actually, I think that I’m hilarious.”

He takes a step closer to me and I instinctually take a step back, my back hitting the door to the restroom.

“Is that why you’re always using witty captions on Instagram? Or making Carlos and Charles do stupid TikTok trends?” His hot breath fans across my face.

My thighs begin to clench at the action- let’s face it, I haven’t had sex in a while. Anything pretty much turns me on now.

I saw Charles eating a banana the other day and had to look away until he was finished. And that was Charles. I would never have sex with Charles.

“That’s my job, Max,” I whisper out, suddenly feeling the need to make my voice quieter. “What’s your problem with my job? Why are you such an asshole about it?”

“I wouldn’t need to be an asshole if you didn’t let your stupid crush on me overpower your ability to do your job,” he accuses.

My eyes widen in surprise and I can physically feel my jaw drop to my feet. “My what? My crush on you?”

I know I’ve raised my voice at this point, but I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Max thinks I have a crush on him? Max Verstappen, the arrogant, stupid, asshole of a Redbull driver, thinks that I have a crush on him?

“Don’t act like you don’t. Kelly told me that you practically admitted it to her,” he scoffs.

“So, your crazy ex-girlfriend told you that I have a crush on you?” I can barely believe my ears.

“Yes,” he nods at me like I’m stupid.

“Max, I’ve never said a fucking word to Kelly. We saw each other on the paddock three times before you broke up!” I tug at my ponytail, exasperated at this conversation. Geez, I really wish that I had a vodka martini right now.

“Well, in one of those three times, you admitted to her that you find me attractive,” he taunts.

I shake my head in disbelief. “I can’t believe this right now. This is insane. For the last time, Max Verstappen, I do not like you. Your personality turns me off of all of this.” I wave towards his body, then move to step around him.

He steps in front of me, blocking my path. “Yeah? Prove it.”

I raise my eyebrows at him. “Prove what? You know what, I don’t have to prove anything to you.”

“Yeah, because you’re afraid of my rejection,” he gives me a cocky smile.

I narrow my eyes at him, crossing my arms. “Okay, I’ll humor you. What exactly do you want me to prove to you?”

“Prove that you don’t like me by kissing me.”

“By kissing you?” I stutter out. “No. Hell no.”

“Why not? Oh, wait, I know why. It’s because you really do like me.”

“No, it’s because I’m afraid of the STIs I’ll catch,” I snap back, causing his smile to falter. “Congratulations on the win, Max. I’m going back to my hotel to sleep and forget about this whole conversation.”

“No, you’re not,” he mutters out before surprising me. He reaches out, grabbing my bicep with his hand and pulling me closer to him. His plush lips meet mine. Our lips move against one another slowly, getting to know one another, then more fiercely. His other hand rests on my waist, tugging me even closer into his body, and my other arm wraps around his neck, pulling his lips even tighter against mine.

The kiss is not romantic. The kiss is a battle of us trying to one up one another- him trying to prove that I like him, me trying to prove that I don’t like him- him trying to prove that he’s better than me, me trying to prove that we are equals.

I wouldn’t say I’m a competitive person, but there’s something about Max Verstappen that makes me competitive. Maybe that’s why we brought it back to his hotel room. Maybe that’s why we had round after round of love making, sloppy kisses and shaky movements between us in the dim light of the bedside lamp.

Max falls asleep around three in the morning, shirtless and face beet red. I set his alarm for him, carefully watching him sleep as I pull my jeans and shirt back on my body. The ponytail is pulled onto my wrist and my hair is haphazardly pushed down. I just have to use the elevator and go three floors down to reach my hotel room.

I take one final look at him. In this lighting, he looks peaceful. He doesn’t have his focused ‘race day look.’ He doesn’t have that sadistic gleam in his eye that he gets whenever he sees me. He just looks like a man. A young man who just so happens to be a very talented race driver.

I close the hotel door quietly behind me, booties in hand.

[imthebadguyyy]

Hi. This is mine request

Y/n is a teammate of max verstappen, they are in a relationship, y/n crashes and max is worried about her, and he is gonna visit her in the hospital, and when she is released he takes care of her, with a lott of fluff thanks

You Scared Me To Death !

Pairing - Max Verstappen x Reader

Fandom - F1

Summary - When you get hurt, Max realizes just how much you mean to him.

Warnings - mentions of injury, fire, explosion, violence, angst, crash details.

75 laps. That's all that you had to do. Drive for 75 laps. The Bahrain Grand Prix had always been one of your favourite races of the year, and you were so excited. But that excitement had soon ebbed away, after you had missed qualifying because your car wasn't ready for the quali session. The RedBull mechanics had apologised and you had brushed them off, buy you would be lying if you said you weren't angry. It hadn't helped when your teammate and boyfriend Max qualified P1, beating the Mercedes by mere tenths of a second. You had swallowed your hurt and congratulated Max, forcing yourself to feel happy for him.

All it had done was made you determined to win the race tomorrow, even if you had to fight 19 other drivers to do so. Starting P20 on the grid sucked big time, but as Martin Brundle said, "If anyone can fight back from the back of the grid to the podium places, its Y/N L/N" and you had done it before, at the German GP the previous year, fighting back from P19 to P3, winning Driver of The Day as well.

But this race was different. There was a building intensity in the air, you felt it in the air around you. You felt tense and nervous, and you were never nervous. It scared you, but you were going to be damned if you let it show on your face. In your drivers room, you paced back and forth, trying desperately to stop your hands from shaking. Was this what anxiety felt like? you wondered, shaking your head as your heart started hammering against your chest. Far to consumed in your own panicked thoughts, you didn't see your boyfriend walk up to your door, and open it to walk inside.

Max walked into your room, expecting to see you vibing to some R&B music, or something by Rihanna. But you weren't. You were pacing, your brow furrowed and he could see the irregular rise and fall of your chest. He walked up behind you silently, before wrapping his arms around your waist, like he normally did. What he wasn't expecting was your reaction. Usually, you would giggle and let your head fall onto his shoulder, and he would kiss your neck and you two would share a moment. But not this time. This time, you jumped, and nearly fell over onto your bed. "Woah schtaje ! It's just me' he said, eyes softening in concern. "I'm sorry I didn't see you and I shouldn't have jumped, I'm sorry I'm just so klutzy today and I'm also so nervous I-" your nervous rambling was cut off by a pair of warm lip pressing onto your own, as Max's hands cupped your face, instantly calming down your nerves.

You stayed like that for a moment, before pulling away softly, and letting him press his forehead down to yours, fingers gently tracing patterns on your hip. "Why are you nervous mijn geliefde ?" he asked, as he moved his lips to your neck, pressing little kisses along the sensitive skin. "I don't know" you confessed, tilting your head back to give him more access to the expanse of skin, while he stopped at a pulse point to suck at the soft skin, earning. soft moan from you. "Then stop stressing" he mumbled against your neck, word muffling against your skin. "I can't" you replied, struggling to keep the lump in your throat fro growing. "Well," Max said, biting down onto your neck and licking the spot to soothe it, 'Let me help you calm down"

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20 seconds to lights out.

Your heart was thumping so hard against your chest. God, were your hands always so clammy? Was the car always so stuffy ? Was the space always so confined? Was your helmet always that tight?

Your thoughts were muddled. You knew your goal. It was simple. Get to the podium. Except, right now, that goal seemed somewhat impossible. Before you knew, the first red light was flashing, and then the second, and the third and the fourth and the fifth, and then it was 'lights out and away we go!' you sped off, immediately overtaking Magnussen in the car ahead of you. Then, you overtook one of the Williams, but you could feel your breath wavering, and your heart threatening just burst out of your chest. And before you knew it, you were overtaking Giovinazzi in his Alfa Romeo, and the sight of Grosjean's Haas came into view, "And it looks like L/N has already taken over 4 places, making her P16, and we are on lap 2 of 75! It looks like we're going to see her on the podium after, all, but all we can do is wait and see- and oh! that's a terrible, terrible crash!"

It happened so fast. One moment, you were going round the outside of the Haas, and the next the back of the Haas was hitting your front, sending you crashing into one of the barriers, your car spinning a full 360 in the process. The impact as you crashed into the barriers was so intense, you felt yourself blackout for a few seconds.

"That was a horrible crash, between, the RedBull of Y/N L/N and the Haas, I believe of Romain Grosjean. This race has been red flagged and -oh no!' The cry summed it up. Your car had just burst into flames.

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In P1, Max was unaware of the chaos at the back, until he looked in his rear mirrors to see something enveloping into a ball of fire. "Holy shit, whose car is that?" he asked, watching as the flames grew higher. "Um.. Max, I need you to stay calm, but its Y/N" "Are you fucking serious?!" his angry voice burst through his race engineer's headphones, making him flinch. "Is she okay?! Tell me she's okay, damn it!' "Max, I need you to come into the pit lane. We have no information on her yet. Come into the pit lane"

As the 18 other cars came into the pitman, everyone knew better than to park in the way of an anxious Max Verstappen. He jumped out of the car, running to the garage upto Christian, who was watching the screen with his eyebrow furrowed. "Is she alright? Tell me she got out?! Did she get out?!" he was practically spitting the words out, and his engineer and his trainer had to physically restrain him from going to shake Christian. "She hasn't got out yet Max, but the fire Marshalls and the medical guys are there-" "What do you mean she hasn't got out? verdomme, blijf hier niet zitten! doe iets!!"

As his race engineer manoeuvred him to his chair, he yelled at whoever was around, eyes desperately searching to screen for some sign that you were still alive. Outside the RedBull garage, the other drivers were pooling around the garage for some sign that Y/N was okay. The panic had been evident in all their radios.

Charles - "Fuck, fuck, fuck, who was that? Y/N?! Tell me she's okay!"

Carlos - "Joder, ¿quién era ese?" I just saw the car go into flames, tell me they got out okay.

Lewis - oh shit, that was a big crash, fucking hell, is she okay?

Checo- oh no, that was a big one, I hope everyone is okay!

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Back in the car, you felt dazed. Since when was the track this hot, and since when when was your car red ? Were you driving for Ferrari ? No, you drove for RedBull, alongside Max. Your boyfriend Max. Why wasn't he here?

And why did you feel like you were sitting in a sauna? As you begain to regain your consciousness, you felt a searing pain on your hands, and finally clearing the fogginess of your mind, you became fully aware of what was happening. This was your RedBull car. But it was on fire. Almost instantly, your body went into survival mode, ripping the half burnt straps holding your body down, and forcing your limbs to stand up. Looking down you could see your racing gloves glow before they seemed to disintegrate into black dust before your eyes, the flames licking your hands. A scream started in your chest, only to be jammed in your throat, as you opened your mouth to gasp. Big mistake.

The smoke filled your mouth and lungs, and you choked, clawing at your race suit, begging some higher power to help you. Finally, using some courage and adrenaline you didn't know you had, you pulled your body up, bare hands coming in contact with searing hot metal, as your eyes filled with tears of pain. As you jumped out of the car, you became vaguely aware of 3 or 4 people signaling and screaming at you. Too exhausted to even think, you used whatever remaining adrenaline you had to stumble to the barrier and collapse into the first pair of arms.

"Can you hear me? Are you okay? Can you tell me if you're hurt?" The questions were hurled at you from all directions, but you couldn't speak. The head marshall walked up, bracing your body, and checking for injuries. In a hurried voice he asked for the stretcher, but you shook your head. The exhaustion was setting in but you knew you had to let the others know you were okay. But he insisted, and you found yourself sitting on the stretcher instead of lying down, as a medic gently removed your helmet and peeled off the remaining burnt glove, and pressed some ice gently against your burn. Mustering up your remaining strength, you turned to one of the broadcasting cameras and flashed them a tight smile and a thumbs up.

"And as you can see, she has managed to get out of the wreckage, by God's miracle. Thank God she's walked away from that, but how, I cannot comprehend! She went barelling into the barrier and burst into flames and she walked out alive! And I can hear the cheers of the RedBull team, and I think her race engineer is in tears. I can't begin to imagine how Max Verstappen must be feeling"

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Max Verstappen wasn't sure how he was feeling either. He had felt fear, anger, anxiety, more fear, devastation and dread in the longest 15 minutes of his life. But you were alive. And he felt like breaking down, but he had to be strong for you. He watched your tired form on the screen, feeling giddy with relief, and ignoring the others around him, he ran to the medical hospitality center. No one stopped him.

As the white building came into sight, he heaved a sigh of relief as Michael Masi appeared in front of the cameras to give the anxious fans an update. "Y/N is alright. She's currently in recovery, and I can inform you that she is okay. She has minor burns on her hands, and is exhausted, but she will be okay. 2 weeks healing time for the burns, and some proper rest should be fine for her. That's all I know, and I would ask the media, press, social media fans, and others to give her the time she needs to cope and recover. What she has been through is traumatizing and I hope you will respect her privacy at this time. Thank you"

Seeing his hesitation, the nurse turned to the driver, "It's okay. She's fine now. She's on some painkillers and I've cleaned her burns and dressed them. She will be fine, and you can hug her or whatever you want, she won't be hurt. I've kept some painkillers on the table, she should take some again in 2 hours or so" All Max could do was nod, suddenly feeling a lump grow in his throat. With a smile in your direction, the nurse walked out of the room, leaving you alone with Max.

Max turned to nod at the race director, before hurrying through the brown door that led to the medical room you were in. When he walked in, his entire body relaxed. You were alive and safe. Seeing you sitting up in bed, a bottle of water by your side as a nurse wrapped your burnt hand in a white bandage. Looking, your tired eyes met his blue ones, as a tired smile made his way to your face. "Y/N",he said breathily, "Thank God you're alive" he said, practically running over to you, but he stopped himself from hugging, unsure of if it would hurt you.

"Hey baby". All it took was two words for him to rush towards you, gently wrapping his arms around your form, burying his head in the crook of your neck, as a gasping sob left his mouth, and you could have sworn you felt your heart shatter. "I'm okay baby, I'm okay. I'm not going anywhere, and I'm okay" your mantra of "I'm okay" was soothing, as he sobbed into your shoulder. "I thought I'd lost you, you scared me to death!" "I know my love but I'm here and I'm okay" "I thought you were gone. When I saw the flames behind me I didn't even know it was you in the car. When they told me it was you I swear my fucking heart stopped, and all I could do was pray to whatever higher power exists to save you, because I'm nothing without you. If you hadn't made it, I wouldn't survive. You make me better, you help me love, and you let me heal. I love you, and I never, ever want to see you in a situation like that again"

"I love you too" you said, your eyes filling with tears as you listened to him speak. "I love you too" you repeated, gently lifting his chin so his eyes could meet yours, his tear stained cheeks and red eyes breaking your heart, as you tilted your lips to meet his. He returned the kiss with desperation, he needed even more proof that you were alive, and feeling your lips on his were a reminder that you were alive and weren't going anywhere. He kissed you with fervour, hands moving to your hair, one cupping your cheek as his thumb traced your cheekbone, your hands clutching his broad chest.

"Ouch" the soft cry made you two break apart, as you rubbed your stinging hands. "Did I hurt you?" He said, his eyes filling with worry. "No its just the burn. It'll be fine" you replied, shifting in your bed and patting the spot next to you. After a moments hesitation, he climbed in, raising the sterile white sheet and tucking the both of you in. You snuggled up to him, arms wrapping around him as you rested your head on his chest. He rested his chin on your head, one hand running through your hair, the other keeping you stable on his chest. Within seconds, you were asleep.

Looking down at your sleeping form, his eyes lingered on the white bandage covering your burn, his eyes filling again as it stood out against your skin. He hated it. It was a reminder that you had nearly died. He had nearly lost you. His train of thought was cut off by his phone ringing, his mum's caller ID flashing across the screen.

"Hi mum" "Is she okay?" His greeting was pushed aside, his mom far too concerned about Y/N. "Yes she's alright now. She's sleeping now, Yeah I'm with her now" "Y/N's mom is with me too, I'll let her know she's okay" "Thanks mum" "Don't forget to rest as well Max" his mum said, knowing full well that her son would forget about taking care of himself when it came to his love. "I will"

And he cut the line. He looked down at you one more time, pressing his lips to your forehead, and swearing to himself that he would protect you for all his life. He let his eyes close, the exhaustion finally getting to him, all his adrenaline and energy draining out his body, and finally content that you were going to be okay, he let his eyes close.

You were going to be okay.

[opie-nixx]

Social Calls for Magicians (CHAP. 16)

Crickets chirping and flies buzzing filled my ears with there sound and my mind completely on seeing Arthur in a badge around camp did a bit more than get me flustered. I think it gave him a bit of confidence to be cocky. I found myself kicking my feet under me reading a book on herbs, Charles gifted to me as he cleaned his sawed off. Re-reading the same sentence several times, not processing what it was saying a sigh escapes me.

Charles: "You okay?" I close the book and place my head in my hands, as he sets his gun down giving me a concerned look.

Y/n: "Yeah, just stressed I suppose." He stands from his seat and begins to approach me, reaching his hand to push my hair behind my ear.

Charles: "Wanna talk about it?"

Arthur: "No time. Will you both accompany me?" Arthur approaches us placing his hands on my thighs giving a light squeeze glancing between Charles and I from the brim of his hat. I hop from my seat and grab my own weapons.

Y/n: "Of course." We begin to make our way to our horses and mount up.

Charles: So... where are we going?

Arthur: "Dutch wants us to have a... talk, with Trelawny, about these bounty hunters who are coming for us. Hoping he can tell us who they are, or where they're coming from."

Charles "Okay. And you're deputies now?"

Arthur: "Something like that. Soon as we laid eyes on that fool of a sheriff who runs that town, I knew Dutch was going to play him like a fiddle." He responds with that same cocky grin he's had since he got that badge.

Y/n: "Just be careful, it's a small town and small towns talk believe it or not. It's only a matter of time before he gets balls of steel and tries to pull something brave." I warn to Arthur who gives me a smirk.

Arthur: "I know darlin, this ain't my first rodeo."

Y/n: "Mm." Arthur trots his horse next to yours and gives your leg a squeeze, getting your attention.

Arthur: "We got this."

Y/n: "I know, I just don't want anyone to get hurt." I say as his lingering touch causes my face to flush as always.

Charles: "So, spirits seem good... in the new camp, I mean."

Arthur: "We got some space between us and that mess now. Ain't seen no more Pinkertons for a while. There's these bounty hunters of course, but... Dutch don't seem too worried about it."

Charles: "Can't believe they're still coming after us. We didn't even get away with the money!"

Arthur: "Yeah, but they don't know that." I chuckle at that statement, earning Charles to do the same as Arthur smiles.

Charles: "Of course... Trelawny. I've only met him a couple of times, but he's... he's a strange one."

Arthur: "Fear not, he's just a cockroach in fancy britches. But he gets into nooks and crannies the rest of us can't." I pull the reins back as we approach Trelawny's hideout. I swallow thickly as I ponder how to go about this.

'I can't exactly tell them I know that Trelawny's missing and know where he is....But maybe I can stay a step ahead.'

We all dismount and call out for Trelawny.

Charles: "This place looks abandoned." He states as Arthur and Charles both pull out there weapons. I eye all of my surroundings as I stay close to Charles and Arthur scan the area.

Y/n: "I think whoever was here is long gone." I say as I push past the 2 and approach Trelawny's room.

Arthur & Charles: "Y/n!" They whisper shout as they yank me back behind them.

Arthur: "You stay with us, woman!" He snaps in a whispered tone as he pushes me against the wall.

Y/n: "Don't call me 'woman', my name is Y/n." I push away and brandish my own gun and do a quick sweep with both Charles and Arthur behind me. Arthur sighs and grumbles something as Charles chuckles. Realizing that no one is resent I holster my gun and allow Charles and Arthur to look around the area.

'Stay a step ahead.' I start to make my way over to my horse.

Charles: "Where are you going?" I grab my horse's reins and walk to behind the house to look for tracks.

Y/n: "Looking at this logically, someone got what they wanted and looking at the rest of the houses there is nothing that looks as disturbed as Trelawny's place. So whoever it was, got what they wanted and left. So, I suggest we mount up and follow these tracks and hurry to get to Trelawny."

Charles and Arthur take a moment to look around before they start to follow my lead.

Y/n: "Charles, I need you to lead. I'm no good at following tracks like you do."

Charles: "Sure." We begin to trot along where Charles directs as him and Arthur make small talk. Trotting alongside Arthur I feel his eyes occasionally glance my way, we soon come across 2 men with a small tent pitched, we take cover behind a large tree as we decide how we approach.

Charles: "Trail ends here."

Y/n: "Maybe I should try getting some info out of them?"

Arthur: "How do you plan on doing that?" He snarkily asks, I undo a bit of my shirt and adjust my breasts so they practically pop out. 

Arthur: "Absolutly not."

Y/n: "Why not, it might go smoother, if I do this?"

Charles: "I agree with Arthur, if something goes wrong-"

Y/n: "Nothing will go wrong, I have you and Arthur and I can defend myself." I begin to make my way from behind the tree towards the men before I feel a rough hand tightly grasp my arm and pull me back, pushing me into Charles arms who sighs. Arthur steps from the tree and makes his presence known giving me a glare.

Y/n: "What's his issue?" I argue as I fix my clothes.

Charles: "I don't know, but let's help him."

Arthur: "Have you seen... we're, uh... we're looking for our friend." We emerge from behind the tree as both gentlemen look between us. I stagger a bit behind Charles.

Stranger: "I don't think he's here..." I point to the cane that's on the ground to Charles.

Arthur: "Nah... you seen a strange sort of feller... sort of formal?"

Stranger: " Strange, sure. Formal, no."

Y/n: "He uses a cane..-

Charles: "Just like this." Charles says picking up the cane, glancing at it then tossing it to me. I twirl it in my hand before glaring at the men who begin to stand and ball there fists.

Arthur: "Alright you two... Where the hell is he?"

Arthur makes quick work of the man who was answering his questions blocking his hits and taking a few before throwing his own which were 10x stronger, Charles did the same but when the man swiftly moved his legs and kicked them from underneath Charles he lunged for me. I take the butt of the cane and stab it in his eye. The man screams as I remove the cane and smack it across his face, sending him groaning into the dirt, Charles sends his fist flying into his cheek, rendering him unconscious.

Arthur: "You okay?"

Y/n: "Yeah." He places a hand on my shoulder and another under my chin, gently grasping it and inspecting it for any marks.

Y/n: "Does Charles get this treatment?" I chuckle as I move out of his grasp and offer a hand out to Charles who accepts and I pull him up.

We hear the man Charles punched start waking up. Arthur moves over to him and grabs his lapels and raises his fist. I come up behind him and lean over as we begin to question the man.

Y/n: "Where's Trelawny? Big Man here doesn't like his patience being tried!"

Stranger: "I don't know who you're talking about!?" Arthur slams his fist into his face.

Y/n: "Don't play dumb, I know that eye can't feel to good. Tell us where and we leave!"

Stranger: "Okay... okay, for Christ's sake. They took him to a cabin, over by the cornfields. Braithwaite Manor!"

Y/n: "Thank you." Arthur drops the man beneath him who whimpers as he hits the dirt.

Y/n: "Follow me!" I waste no time mounting my horse with both Arthur and Charles behind me. Kicking off at full speed we make our way to the manor.

Arthur: "Do we got a plan?!"

Y/n: "Well, not really. But my gut is telling me they're wont be a lot of them."

Arthur: "Well, let's hope your gut doesn't get us killed."

Once we arrive to a small cabin at the edge of a field we come to a skidding halt and dismount. I waste no time running forward, just in time we see Trelawny being dragged out by 2 men. I brandish my revolvers and point them at the men. I hear the clicking and heavy footsteps behind me as a deep voice announces.

Arthur: "Put the man down, gentlemen." Alerting me, Charles and Arthur are behind me. The men look at all 3 of us and take off down towards the cornfield, dropping Trelawny. I holster my weapons and take off after them.

Arthur: "Y/n! Wait!" His words breeze past me as I follow after them. I hear heavy quick steps behind me. I take a glance and see Charles before my foot gets caught on a stump and I fall, rolling into the dirt as I see the men take off hiding in the fields.

Y/n: "Shit!" Charles slides down beside me.

Charles: "You okay?" He starts checking my body.

Y/n: "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's just kill these guys." I begin to push myself up before Charles grabs my shoulders and pushes me back down.

Charles: "Take it easy!" I shake off his grip as I hear Arthur come rushing down the hill.

Y/n: "No time!" I push myself back up and begin looking for any signs of the men.

'If I didn't fall, I would've been able to see where they went.' I scoff as I check every row and keep my ears peeled for any disturbance in the environment.

Arthur: "We can't let them get away, Trelawny could've told them anything." He shouts.

Charles: "Did he say anything?" My eyes dart over to some birds flying away to the right of where I was looking. I grab Charles' hand and drag him with me to the noise as Arthur checks the opposite end. I see a blur of blue amongst the yellow and waste no time pulling out my revolver, taking aim and squeezing the trigger. The man drops and Charles runs up to the body and shoots the man again.

Y/n: "Double-Tap. Nice." I say with a smirk. Charles gives me a questioning look with his head tilted.

Charles: "What?"

Y/n: "Nothing." My eyes look around to search for Arthur as Charles makes his way back to my side to do the same.

Charles: "Shit."

Y/n: "Can't be too far." I start to do a light jog gun in hand glancing down ever row. I notice I don't hear Charles' anymore and stop to turn around. I see Charles take cautious steps down a specific row. I make my way over to him but go cut through a stock. I hear Arthur being strangled and the man try and bargain for his life. It was soon cut short as I see Charles throw a knife and land right in the man's throat, releasing his grip from Arthur's throat. I immediately rush to his side and begin brushing him off.

Arthur: "You should have taken the money."

Charles: " I know, I'm a fool." I grab Arthur's head and begin to plant kisses all around.

Arthur: "Thank you." Arthur rests his hands on my arms. Gunshots begin to go off in the distance. I pull away from Arthur as we both stand up. Bullets whizzing towards us as we haunch over and begin to make a dash towards the barn.

Charles: "He's backing off inside, get after him!" Charles and I provide cover fire, as Arthur rush's in. We take out as men left and right as we direct Arthur. As soon as Arthur's gun fired the last round, piercing the man in the chest he soon drops and we all holster our weapons.

Charles: "Good, he should be the last of them."

Arthur: "Alright, let's go back for Trelawny. You alright?"

Y/n: "Yeah, I think we're good." Charles and I glance at each other almost doing a quick exam for any blood.

We begin to make our way back up the hill, Arthur pulls me aside and has Charles go on ahead. Charles waves his hand and continues on without a second thought. Once hes out of sight, Arthur pulls me aside and pushes me against a tree. Wasting no time in pressing his lips against mine. His beard scratching against my face. I put up a bit of a fight as we fight for dominance I slowly give in. 

Arthur: "Don't go seducing the enemy. Only look that way for me." His voice low and suggestive, I felt butterflies in my stomach. My face going red, I just press another kiss to him.

Y/n: "That badge has made you too cocky. I'll wear and do as I please."

[hanazuma-inactive]

defrost (nsfw) kaeya x top!male reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: ice play!! slight degradation, orgasm denial/ edging, top male reader, bottom kaeya

a/n: this was edited by @kamihara, she really outdone herself in this one, professional kaeya simp lol

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“to think such an honourable knight such as you, the cavalry captain of mondstat, is now begging to cum. how shameful of you,” you let out a low chuckle as a provocative smile broke out on your lips, “i wonder what citizens would say if they saw their beloved and oh so admirable kaeya in this position?”

as a captain of the ordo favonius, you were a bright figure to the people of mondstat. a person who aided in saving the city from destruction, one of the heroes that defeated storm terror. of course, other knights had nothing but respect for you as your skill and talent was nothing short of impressive. many looked at you with a high regard due to your strength and position, this meant that many were intimidated by your presence and therefore fear approaching you.

however, there was one person who disregarded this and stuck by you anyways, kaeya alberich, the cavalry captain. out of everyone in the knights of favonius, you were the closest with kaeya. you enjoyed his company a lot, he was an interesting person who knew how to keep a conversation going, and while you're with him you could never find yourself feeling bored. he was as charming as he was cunning.

kaeya found himself enjoying your company too. the two of you have done lots of things together. going on missions, getting away with “knighty” duty, babysitting klee, and drinking at angels share. you know, all the fun things in life.

kaeya was a secretive person, and while you were curious about him, you respected his boundaries. perhaps this was the reason why he drew you in, besides his blaringly good looks of course.

there was no doubt that the man was attractive from head to toe. his silky navy blue hair fell down his shoulder with grace, his fringe complemented his smooth, flawless sepia toned face. his periwinkle eye held the sheen of a crystal, glistening as his long eyelashes framed it with poise. the diamond shaped pupils his eyes possessed could leave you in a trance forever. his open white shirt left his cleavage on display, contrasted with the black corset around his slim, slim waist. his slender legs brought him around with confidence and charisma.additionally, the intricate accessories he wore suited his personality well. all in all, kaeya was a pretty little thing.

all of this lead up to you harbouring romantic feelings for the cavalry caption. how could you not feel anything? he was perfect in every way.

the sound of kaeya’s voice snapped you out of your thinking. “y/n, any missions today?”

“nothing for you i don’t think, i gotta help jean with the paperworks though.” you sighed at the thought of a mountain of paperwork.

“great, well i’m off then you have fun doing whatever.” kaeya smirked at you, poking fun at your dread.

he started to turn around and walk off but you had other plans.

“wait. kaeya-” you speak quickly.

“hm?” he hummed out.

“angels share? 9pm?”

a quizzical look washed over his face before he masked it with one of his cunning smiles.

“alright.”

little did kaeya know you had more in mind than just drinking with him tonight. today would be the day when you finally told him about your little crush on him.

night quickly arrived after a day of working with jean. you were pretty exhausted but still excited about what's about to happen later tonight. when you entered the bar, Kaeya was already waiting for you at the counter talking with the bartender, charles.

“ah, i see mr.l/n is here too. Your usual today as well sir?”

“yah that’d be nice, thanks charles.” you said as you took a seat next to kaeya

“you got it.” charles said as he left to go get your drink.

angel's share was the place you and kaeya loved the most. the kind of noisy background with people chatting. cyrus and jack talking about their gains for today, six-fingered jose still playing his lyre, the song was getting a little old but you didn’t mind, in fact if he changed the song you probably wouldn’t be used to it.

“so, what’s the special occasion for today? you usually don’t invite me to drink on weekdays.” kaeya said while swirling his drink and glancing over at you.

kaeya’s eyes always amazed you. you didn’t know the name of the grey-ish color but you could gaze into them forever. his smooth skin glowed under the dim lighting in the bar. you loved everything about the man, his dark blue hair, his perfectly shaped body, and the fact that you could see a little bit of his clothing. what kaeya said on the first day when you guys met was true, you did feel something for him.

“hm? can i not invite fellow knights to share a drink once in while without a special occasion.”

“well, not wrong there but…you seem like you have ulterior motives for tonight from the way you’re dressing.” kaeya said, smirking at you.

it was true, you purposely chose one of your best outfits today for kaeya, you wanted to impress the man not only from your combat skills, but also your looks. there was no secret you could hide from kaeya. he knew you too well and he always looked right through you. it could have just been kaeya’s observant nature but you like to hope it was something more than that.

“you’re right there, you really do know me too well, maybe i need to start hiding things from you a little huh?”

“you can try but i highly doubt it’ll work in your favour, mr.honorary knight.”

both of you looked at each other with a slight smirk as charles arrived with your drink. after drinking for a good while you could tell kaeya was getting a little tipsy. his movements were unstable, he shaked a little while walking and his eyes started to become hazy. what better time than right now to reveal your true plans for tonight, you were gonna fuck the shit out of the beautiful man. you wanted to hear him scream your name in pleasure as you break him, over and over again.

“why don’t we go somewhere else? y’know, somewhere more, quiet” you suggested while scooting closer to kaeya.

“i wouldn’t mind that.”

as soon as you heard those words you immediately got up and left with kaeya. your plan was going perfectly and the best part is about to come soon. kaeya wasn’t stupid, he was an adult afterall and he knew what you were trying to do. dressing up all sexy like that, getting drinks, going somewhere more “private”, what else could it have been.

the two of you arrived in your house and headed straight for your bedroom. kaeya has been to your house many times for many reasons and he knew where everything was so he didn’t trip or fall.

you placed a light kiss on kaeya’s lips while he laid on your bed.

“wait here~ i’ll be right back.”

this was where things would get, interesting

you opened your fridge to grab a small wooden bowl. the content inside was covered by a small white cloth. after grabbing that you went to grab some rope from a drawer you hid them in because you didn’t know what to say if someone saw those items in your house.

after bringing the items back you put them on the side and pushed kaeya down.

“what’re those?” he asked

(its a surprise tool that’ll help us later.)

“don’t worry about it sweetheart, just lay back and let me do the work alright?”

you brought a blush to kaeya’s face with your flirty words as he gave you a small nod, signalling you consent and approval. you kept invading kaeya’s mouth over and over again, you’re tongue so skillful kaeya was sure this definitely wasn’t your first time. the kisses ended after a while leaving both of you panting and a half an erection in your pants. wanting more, you began to take off kaeya’s uniform. his skin is so beautiful, you could also see his well defined body, just the perfect amount, not too buff, not too skinny. you licked your lips a little bit and looked up at kaeya with a smirk. when you put your mouth onto kaeya’s pink nipples, he squealed a little out of surprise but soft moans soon began to escape from his mouth.

“a-ah~ didn’t know you had this in you, honorary knight.”

“oh i know a lot more tricks that can make you feel good~” you teased.

as you continued to suck on kaeya’s smooth skin, you decided to spice things up a little bit. kaeya yelped as he felt a slight pain around his nipples. you remove your mouth to see a bite mark around it.

“to mark you as mine~”

“tch, you cocky little bastard.”

seeing the tent building up in kaeya’s pants, you decided to take them off and grant it some release. after you took off kaeya’s jeans you saw a small stain at the top of his boxers, showing that he felt good earlier.

“alright... this is where the fun part begins.” you said as you grabbed the ropes you initially put on the floor.

“restraining me? go ahead, let’s see if the honorary knight is all talk or he actually has something up his sleeve.” kaeya taunted

not liking his attitude, you forcefully tied kaeya’s hands behind his back and pushed him to the end of the bed facing you with nothing on but his boxers. now, the mighty kaeya alberich, is at your mercy.

“alright, we can do this in two ways. one, you listen to me, second, i don’t think you’ll like what’ll happen,”

kaeya raised his head a little and looked you dead in the eyes.

“i choose the second option”

you knew kaeya was the bratty type and it’ll only add to the fun to tame him. after hearing his choice you pushed kaeya back to where he was before and uncovered the bowl you had prepared earlier on the side. the bow was filled with medium sized ice cubes and it was till now that kaeya finally realized what you were trying to do.

“ice cubes huh? bring it on.”

“you asked for it~”

you grabbed one of the ice cubes and started to rub it on kaeya’s pecs, making circular motions and slowing moving towards the center where his nipples are.

“f-fuck that’s cold.”

you saw kaeya’s cock twitch a little when you first reached his nipples and you knew he was feeling good. moving on with your plan, you rested the ice cube on kaeya’s nipples and lifted his boxers where his cock is still covered but his asshole is exposed to you. right after that, you grabbed the lube that has been sitting in your nightstand and spread them on your fingers. without mercy you put 2 fingers into kaeya, trying to find his pleasure spot. sooner or later when kaeya started to let out tiny moans you knew you hit your target.

“feels good huh baby boy~”

“y-yah, and so what o-oh fuck~”

kaeya was sure feeling it, to a point where he started stuttering.

the constant teasing got kaeya close to his limit. he couldn’t hold it any longer. but you’re not gonna let him cum that easy are you? of course not, he needed to be punished for what he did earlier.

“a-ah y/n i’m gonna cum i’m gonna cum so hard- wait why'd you s-stop?” kaeya asked

“you decided to be a brat earlier didn’t you~? bad boys get punishment.” you said with a smirk on your face.

kaeya stayed silent, not a word coming out of his mouth, head hung low feeling embarrassed.

“to think such an honourable knight such as you, the cavalry captain of mondstat, is now begging to cum. how shameful of you,” you let out a low chuckle as a provocative smile broke out on your lips, “i wonder what citizens would say if they saw their beloved and oh so admirable kaeya in this position?”

“maybe~ if you begged a little i might reconsider, don’t you think so, pretty boy?”

kaeya finally lost his composure at this point, all he wanted was to cum from your touch.

“fine... i don’t care anymore.” kaeya growled.

“p-please y/n.” kaeya looked up at you with pleading eyes. “i want to c-cum, i want to cum so bad. i should’ve been a good boy from the beginning… i promise i’ll be obedient from now on, j-just please, let me cum…” kaeya begged

“that’s what i thought.”

satisfied with kaeya’s begging, you decided to grant him his release. you added another ice cube to the other side of kaeya’s chest while stroking his dick through his boxers. of course you didn’t forget to keep teasing kaeya’s prostate while you were at it. all these different stimulations made kaeya lose his mind. the male came through his boxers all over the place. semen spilled on his own stomach and chest followed with moans so loud the entire mondstat could hear him.

after he settled himself down a little, kaeya waited for you to untie him. you exchanged a kiss with him while you were doing so, smiling at each other thinking about what just happened. neither of you cared about the mess that you made because you guys were tired. listening to the birds chirp, you fell asleep with the dark blue haired male on your bed.

the two of you woke up in the afternoon to the noises of mondstat. you woke up a little before kaeya and from your point of view he was literally a sleeping beauty. you stroked his hair a little bit, causing him to wake up.

"y/n…good morning handsome."

"right back at you."

both of you giggled a little while holding hands.

"hey kaeya?"

"yes y/n."

"i've been meaning to get this off my chest and i don't think there will be a better time to say it than now."

"well go ahead, i'm all ears."

"you were the only one that ever stuck with me in the knights, everyone was afraid of me due to my strength except for you. you listened to me, you talked to me, and if it weren't for you i probably would've quit the job at the knights already." you took a deep breath and let out the words kaeya were waiting for.

"kaeya alberich... will you he my boyfriend?"

kaeya gave you a small scoff as a reaction and a light kiss to your lips.

"what reason do i have to refuse such a perfect man?."

[randomshyperson]

The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - Chapter 23 - The Witch's Cabin (Part Two)

Thanks to my gif maker and friend of course, @abimess.

Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies. || Chapter Warnings: +18, smut.

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Chapter 23 - Part XXIII - The Witch's Cabin (Part Two)

You weren't sure if Wanda wanted some time from you as well, as you watched her walk through the garden, sit alone on one of the benches while looking at the rocky mountains in the distance.

What you were sure of was that she was distressed. So much so, that even as she blocked out her emotions, strands of her discomfort escaped, and you felt your body shiver slightly.

Sighing, you put your hands in your pockets, resisting the urge to join her as you watched her from the balcony.

"Here, Miss." It is Charles who says beside you, with a mug of reheated tea. You raise your eyebrow in confusion, and he smiles tenderly. "I thought a hot drink would bring you some comfort." He explains, and you mutter a thank you as you accept the cup.

Charles stands beside you, watching the landscape in silence for a moment. When you take the first sip, and sigh lightly, he asks, "Did it help?"

"Not much." You reply. "I appreciate the intention, but I won't feel good over tea until she is."

It's a simple statement. And Charles just murmurs in understanding, not needing you to explain further.

There is another pause, before he speaks again.

"Then I think you should talk to her." He says.

"She said she needed some time alone." You retort, scratching the back of your head with your hand quickly, and placing the cup on the large one on the balcony. "I'm giving her space."

"Oh, I see." He murmurs. "Are you sure that the alone time included her protector?"

You give a short humorless laugh. "You know, people have weird ideas about this whole thing. We're still two separate people. Wanda can have her time without me."

"Of course she can." Charles agrees quickly. "Forgive me, I think I expressed myself badly. I didn't mean to say that you two aren't independent, or to put me on the same level as sensationalist wizards who don't know anything about ancient magic." He speaks, causing you to frown. "I only meant that it is my understanding that scarlet witches and their patrons have a special relationship. If I remember correctly, it is written that the patrons bring a profound sense of safety and comfort to their sorceresses when present."

You feel your cheeks flush, and you look away quickly. Charles doesn't seem to notice, or if he does, he says nothing.

"So...do you think she'll like it if I talk to her?"

" Well, she's your sorceress, you know her better than I do, Miss Stark." Jokes the man. "Don't let an old book tell you what you must or mustn't do."

You bite the inside of your cheek, lingering your gaze on the crestfallen figure of Wanda meters ahead.

"Thanks for the tea, Charles." You mutter before starting to walk toward the gardens.

To avoid frightening her, you make a noise with your steps, but Wanda only lifts her head when you are practically at her side.

And you swallow dryly when you notice the tears on her face, approaching calmly to sit beside her.

You don't have to say anything really, and you don't mind waiting for her to tell you whatever she needs to. But Wanda just waits for you to sit down, and then she leans against your body, sinking into your embrace as you run your hands around her.

She relaxes immediately with your touch, sighing. You think Charles was right after all.

Her tears cease, drying against your shirt, and she inhales deeply against you.

“Thank you.” She whispers, making you smile shyly, as you run your fingers through her hair.

"For what?" you whisper back, half-joking, not knowing exactly what you've done.

"For staying."

You sigh, hugging her tighter as your fingers gently scratch the back of her neck, and Wanda shivers against you, before relaxing completely. "I told you I'm never leaving."

You stand like that for a few more moments, until Wanda starts to move again. She pulls her face away to look at you, and you just smile at the intense way she does so.

"I'm sorry." She says, and you frown in confusion. She straightens up before continuing, taking a deep breath, as if she is finding the right words. "With everything Agatha showed us, I finally understood that I never had a choice on my fate. And before, when I was going to erase your memory, how angry you got, I didn't understand why. Because to me, I was making the right thing, sparing you somehow. But now, I understand." She confesses quickly, gesturing as her eyes fill with tears. "It was your choice. And I don't think you would ever forgive me if I moved on without you, when you chose to stay with me. And as much as I hate how dangerous this is, and I don’t want you to get hurt, you have the right to choose to stay by my side if you want, because those are your feelings and I had no right to try to take them away from you."

You nod, sighing, and raise your hand to her face, caressing her cheek.

"It's okay, darling." You say. "I haven't been angry in quite some time. But I appreciate that you apologized."

You move closer, kissing her softly on the lips before pulling away. "I guess in the end I broke my promise about not touching you before the apology." You joke making her smile. "I couldn't help it, you're just too irresistible."

Wanda laughs shyly, raising her hands to your neck, looking at you fondly.

"Do you want to talk about what we saw?" You ask next, and she sighs, nodding.

You spend the next few minutes talking. Wanda feels bad about the whole thing. About all the lies, schemes, and about never having had a real choice. No matter what would happen, she was always going to become the Scarlet Witch. And no one asked if she wanted that.

She didn't talk about Natalya, and you respected her time.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive Agatha completely for the things she did." Wanda confesses a moment later, you two are sitting side by side, looking at the mountains. "But a part of me will never be able to hate her entirely. And I detest that."

"It doesn't bother me that she matters to you, Wanda." You say. "Even with everything that happened, she really believed she was doing the right thing. And now she's helping us. And I know you've spent a lot more time with her than I have." You clarify quickly, and Wanda looks at you with a slight frown. "I just mean that even with the pain she caused me, it's okay for you to still care about her. I won't hold a grudge over it."

Wanda nods, reaching your hand up on the bench. She entwines your fingers together, and moves closer to lean against you, resting her head on your shoulder.

"Can we stay here just a little longer?" She whispers. The sunrise is approaching. You were going to say you would stay as long as she wanted, but your speech becomes a yawn halfway through, and she laughs softly. "Maybe the bed would be better."

You laugh softly too, and Wanda squeezes your hand before moving to pull you back into the house.

When you go through the kitchen, Agatha is there. She and Wanda exchange a look, but neither of them says anything, and you just follow the brunette in front of you upstairs.

You think you'll sleep until lunchtime at least.

//-//-//-//-//-//

You grunted in pain as you fell to the ground.

"Everything okay there, Stark?" Agatha's softly teasing voice made you give a wry laugh.

"Perfect." You grumbled as you stood up, wiping the dust from your pants. "Again please, and try something stronger this time, Agatha, I think you're starting to go soft on me."

The witch laughed, raising her wand quickly. The next spell hurt more than the first.

It had been eight and a half weeks since you had been in Agatha's house.

Things were going well, if you could put it that way.

After that day when Agatha showed the memories out of the pensieve, she and Wanda were on thin ice, and no memories were shared again. They treated each other politely, with occasional sharp pins, but nothing ever too aggressive.

Meanwhile, Agatha was really helping the two of you to become better sorcerers.

You think you never learned so much magic at once, but you weren't complaining.

Even Charles was helping you with potions, a passion he seemed to share with Erik.

And with the intensity of your studies, Agatha hoped that soon you would be worthy of pulling Rowena's diadem out of the hat, but she never seemed to find the right spot, and it was making everyone slightly frustrated, even if no one would admit it.

You haven't heard from the order.

With Fury's death, the radio went silent. You believed that no one but him had been arrested, or killed, because nothing was said in the Daily Prophet. But it wasn't easy to ignore the tightness in your chest at not knowing for sure.

Now that you were practically considering yourself a master at dueling, even if Agatha wouldn't admit that you had far more knowledge in defense against the dark arts than any other witch your age, you expected her to continue the lessons in Occlumency and Legilimency that Erik never managed to finish.

"You're not ready for that yet." She replied, for the third time you brought up the subject, and you sighed impatiently.

"But professor-"

"Erik taught you the basic level of that magic, Y/N." She interrupts, moving her hands so that the objects in the kitchen begin to prepare lunch around you. Wanda is in the house library, studying with Charles, and you had spent all morning practicing dueling spells, and learning to become more resistant to them as well.

Your whole body was sore from the times you fell to the ground when you were hit by stupefy and the most common duelling spells , but it was better than being knocked out at the first attempt if you had never practiced before.

"A master of legilimency would be able to dominate the minds of an entire city at once. You're not ready for that kind of magic yet."

"But I don't need to control an entire city, Agatha." You argue back, following her through the kitchen around the house. "You can just continue from where Erik started and-"

"Enough." She interrupts by turning to you, but she doesn't look angry, just impatient. "You won't leave me alone if I don't agree won't you?"

"No."

She sighs. "I can teach you Occlumency, Stark. But I won't teach you Legilimency, it's...against my vows."

You frown in confusion, "Your vows?"

But Agatha gives you only an insinuating look, and you understand.

As Legilimency is directly considered a forbidden, and dark magic, it would break her vow to only do the right thing by the scarlet witch, her promise to Natalya.

You've never been more curious to know how Agatha got around the perpetual vow for so many years, but the way she’s back walking tells you she's not going to share that with you anytime soon.

"Charles is a master legilimens." She continues talking, moving downstairs where the library is. You in her trail. "He can teach you."

"Really? That 's great!."

As you arrive at the study room, the huge piles of enchanted books surrounding you, your gaze immediately seeks Wanda's.

As Agatha tells Charles to teach you, you approach the girl, finding her distracted with a reading. You smile at how lovely she looks, and can't help but move quickly closer, and steal a surprise kiss from her that makes her sigh.

"Hey, you." You say as you pull away, and she giggles as she relaxes.

"Hey, you." She repeats as she stops you from moving away by holding you by your arm, pulling you back to kiss you properly.

"Hey little love birds, your first lesson in Occlumency is going to be tonight." Agatha warns in a tone of teasing, as you give an embarrassed chuckle breaking away from Wanda, leaning on the pilaster next to the chair she is sitting in. "And you, Miss Maximoff, can practice your natural legilimency skills with Charles on the same schedule as well."

"Yes, ma'am." You and Wanda answer together, and Agatha gives a warning sneer before turning, squeezing Charles' shoulder gently before leaving.

The man turns to you. "Miss Stark, please do not spill mud on my parchments."

You look down to your clothes immediately. Well, it wasn't your fault that Agatha had knocked you to the ground so many times. You were a mess, and you raised your hands in a sign of surrender.

"Sorry, Charles." You mutter as you walk away. "I just came to give my beautiful girl a kiss, I'm going upstairs to take a shower. See you two at lunch."

You give Wanda a wink of goodbye before walking away, being careful not to bump into books along the way.

//-//-//-//

You grumbled softly in pain as you removed your tangled sweater, realizing that perhaps you should have asked Agatha to go easy on the spells instead of challenging her.

Distracted, you startled when you heard knocking on the bathroom door, but relaxed completely when you saw that it was only Wanda, who smiled and leaned against the doorframe, looking up at you.

"Hey, babe." You greeted her, working to remove your shoes. "Do you want anything?"

"No, I just decided to take a break from the books." She replies. "But I would like to know how you convinced Agatha to teach you Occlumency so easily." She comments in a mixed tone of teasing and impressiveness and you laugh softly as you kick your untied shoes away.

"With my charm of course." You return, making her laugh.

When you motion to remove the shirt, Wanda bites her lips. "Allow me."

You stand still then as she steps up to your front, looking at you with the same tenderness that you look back.

Wanda works on the buttons of your shirt, and when she is finished, she pushes the material away, sliding it down your arms until it falls to the floor. You blush slightly under her curious gaze, but say nothing, letting her move the straps of your bra, and then open the clasp, soon the garment falls too.

She moves her fingers down your waist, to reach the zipper and buttons of your pants, and unzips them. You move timidly to remove the item as well, taking your panties with it.

Wanda gives a soft giggle, and you look at her curiously.

"What?"

"It's nothing." She says shyly. "It's...I just realized that it's the first time I've seen you naked."

You blush, but respond. "I wish I wasn't covered in dirt."

"I wish you weren't covered in bruises." She retorts sharply, and you swallow dryly. The purple marks around your body are a result of the spells, but you don't care about that. The pain isn't exactly strange after all.

"It was worth it, though." You retort softly, and think that part of you is really referring to getting stronger, learning new magic. But the other part, the part that knows it's all for the girl in front of you, adds, "You're worth all the effort."

Wanda looks away, swallowing dryly as well. "Don't say that."

"It's the truth, Wanda." You say simply, and she sighs, straightening her posture softly.

"But you don't have to say it."

"You want me to lie then?"

"I just don't want you to say it so proudly." She retorts almost scoldingly, and you bite the inside of your cheek, not wanting to argue. She sighs, and puts distance between you, turning toward the exit.

You clear your throat, and call out to her. "I don't want you to be angry." You murmur. "I can't help it to say things like this, you know that."

Her expression softens. "I'm not angry, darling." She assures you. "I'll just get a towel for myself."

She leaves before you understand what that implies. Wishing you didn't look like a complete mess, you quickly step into the tub you left ready as soon as you arrived in the bathroom, and sink against the hot water, waiting for Wanda to join you.

Wanda doesn't take long. She leaves the towel in the sink, and smiles at you before she starts to undress, right there in front of you, as if she had done it a thousand times before.

You blush, but don't look away. And she doesn't seem to mind that you follow every movement of her hands, although her cheeks redden when she has her breasts exposed in the air.

Soon, she steps into the tub with you, taking the seat in the opposite corner, smiling softly as you hug your legs, looking up at her.

"I'm sorry I said that, I know you don’t like it and I shouldn’t have." You mutter. But Wanda just shakes her head, steeling herself to move closer, her hands touching your forearms.

"Don't worry." She says. "It's the truth after all. You are my knight in shining armor, and I can't do anything to change that."

You laugh softly, and Wanda smiles, stroking your skin with her thumb.

"I want to try something." She says next, making you look at her curiously. "Something I read about it this week. Can I?"

"Of course, darling." You say, and then she is pulling your forearms gently so that you stop hugging your legs, and you sink your hands into the water, waiting, as Wanda moves her fingers, guiding you so that you sit properly, and she sits between your legs. "What are you going to do?"

You ask curiously, even half embarrassed to have her so close, but Wanda just smiles, moving her hands out of the tub, where she makes the soap magically fly to her.

"First, I'm helping you get clean, babe."

She says, dipping the soap in the water before bringing it to your skin, lathering your shoulders gently. You relax under her touch, looking at her intently.

"Can I do the same to you?" you ask in a whisper, and she smiles.

"Of course."

Wanda raises the soap at face height, and with a flick of her hands, the item doubles itself to another. You raise your eyebrow. "Show-off." You tease, making her chuckle, as she hands you the other soap.

For the next few minutes, you help each other soap up amidst giggles, and stolen glances. Wanda's touch is as gentle and affectionate as her gaze, and you are so comfortable that you don't even have time to think about how intimate the whole moment is.

As you finish washing off the soap, Wanda begins to run her fingers along your shoulders. "Will you stay on your back for me?" She asks lowly, and you murmur in agreement before shifting to obey.

Without seeing her, your curiosity makes you tense up, and Wanda smiles as she moves closer, her hands on your waist. "Relax, darling." She asks against your ear, her fingers moving up your skin slowly as you obey.

"Do you remember last summer?" She begins, and suddenly you are feeling soft twinges on your skin. It's Wanda's magic. You don't know what she's doing, but it feels good. Little shocks around your back.

You just murmur, relaxing against her hand.

"When Papa taught you about mirroring magic, I mean." She continues, her tone low and soft. "So that you could take my damage from possible attacks."

"And you were so upset about my wrist breaking when you fell off a broom that you put me to sleep in Pietro's bed." You complete making her laugh.

"But I didn't send you away because I still wanted you in my house." She retorts and you laugh in agreement.

"Yes I do, darling." You say next. "I remember everything I went through with you."

Wanda bites her lips, blushing at your statement. But she continues to talk beyond that.

"There is another kind of spell like that." She says. "Charles was reading with me a line that said If the protector can take the pain, the witch must learn to heal the pain as well. You understand what I mean?"

You sigh softly as you feel the pressure of her fingers increase on the points where you knew you were injured. But it's not discomfort that you feel. It's a different sensation, like an electric shiver that turns into a gentle tightness.

"Yeah, I think so. You'll be able to heal my wounds now, right?" You ask with your eyes closed, instinctively leaning even closer against her hand as the pressure increases, and Wanda just murmurs in agreement, concentrating on her task. "That's pretty cool."

"I still need to learn it properly." She continues. "And I don't want to have to practice."

You chuckle softly at the comment. Of course she doesn't. For her to learn to heal your wounds, you would need to hurt her so she gets to practice, and that possibility is horrible for Wanda.

"I'm sure we'll find an alternative to that, Wands." You murmur lazily, so relaxed against her touch that you begin to feel sleepy.

Wanda continues for a few more minutes, and when she finishes, she goes around your waist with her hands pulling you gently against her, making you sigh.

"How do you feel?" She asks with her face resting on your shoulder, her arms hugging you as you relax against her.

"I feel incredible, love." You reply with your eyes closed. "Thanks to your magic fingers."

Wanda giggles, turning her face to kiss your neck, her lips touching your skin softly and making you smile and sigh.

"Can I make you feel even better?" She asks as she returns her mouth to your ear, playing with the lobe between her lips and teeth, making you hold your breath. "I could use my magic fingers."

You bite back a smile, nodding. Wanda inhales softly, settling herself better against the tub.

Her hands go around your belly with her fingertips, moving upward. You gasp when she reaches your breasts, stimulating your nipples between her fingers.

You let out a satisfied murmur, and your body gradually warms up.

When your nipples are hardened enough, and Wanda has you shivering, she wraps your breasts with her full hands, pressing the flesh against her palm, and you gasp, throwing your hips forward unter water.

"Wanda." You sigh softly as she continues to play with your breasts. "Don't tease."

"I'm not teasing darling." She murmurs back, returning the gentle caress against your nipples. "I'm just getting you wet."

"Just... touch me." You whisper, starting to move back into her, the tightness in your belly growing, and all she did was touch you softly. "Please."

Wanda lets out a sigh, like a giggle, and you don't have to look at her to know she's smiling. "I didn't know you were the begging type, babe."

You grumble under the teasing, but Wanda finally lowers her hands, and you shiver in anticipation, forgetting to respond.

She runs her hands down your inner thighs, but never where you want her. And when you sigh impatiently, she chuckles against your ear.

"Say pretty please again." She teases and you feel your cheeks burn, quickly turning your face to the left, putting distance between her mouth and your ear. All Wanda does is chuckles again, but this time, her fingers go straight to where you want her, caressing your entrance and you gasp.

“M-more.” You ask but she just stands still, her fingertips against your clint while her mouth kisses your shoulder and her other hand goes up to your breast, to repeat the moviments from earlier.

You have trouble keeping your eyes open, and when you try to force her finger against you, she just moves them away with a giggle while you grumble of dissatisfaction.

“Wanda.” You warn, but her hand just rests against your thigh.

“C’mon, babe.” She says. “You sounded so hot when you said please. Do it again.”

“No.” You retort stubbornly, but your affected tone makes her smile, her fingers moving closer to your warm center but still not touching and making you clench your closed fists.

"Say, please fuck me." Wanda whispers against your ear, and you feel a sharp, tightly pulsation in your belly, sighing heavily. "And I will."

But you didn't want to give Wanda a taste of victory, even as you came so close to begging for her touch. All you did was press hard against her, your ass fitted against her hot core, and she gasped in surprise and arousal, digging her nails into your thigh.

"Cheater." She murmured breathlessly, making you smile, but your advantage was short-lived when she pressed your breast into her palm, and without any warning, slid a finger into you, entering easily through both the water in the tub and your arousal.

"Oh." You moaned loudly, one hand gripping the edge of the tub as Wanda moved slowly inside, making you squirm. "More, babe. Please."

Wanda chuckles at your hopeless tone, but obeys, inserting another finger now. It slides between your edges with ease, and you bite your lips to avoid being loud. But when Wanda presses her palm against your clit as her fingers move in and out of you in a slow, torturous rhythm, you whimper, squeezing your hands on the edge of the tub until they turn white.

"You're so tight." Wanda whispers against your ear, her hot, wet breath sending shivers throughout your body. "My sexy baby taking my fingers so well."

You moan softly, becoming even more aroused by Wanda's words. She sighs against your ear, quickening the pace of her thrusts, and you begin to feel the tightness under your belly reaching the limit.

"W-wanda... I'm clos-oh" You can't maintain a coherent sentence, thrusting your hips in the same rhythm as Wanda's fingers move in and out of you, and Wanda grunts against your ear, her fingers sinking into you.

"Show me how it feels, Printsessa" She asks and you need to concentrate beyond pure pleasure to be able to share your sensations with her. When you do, Wanda moans loudly against your ear, the hand on your breast squeezing firmly, pulling you against her and making you gasp. "Is this how you feel with me, baby?” She asks with a breathless whisper. “It’s so fucking good." She whimpers, increasing the pace of her fingers, and now stimulating both you and herself, and you use your free hand to keep yourself from screaming, knowing that the noise would attract the attention of the other residents.

"I can't hold it." You whimper, your body beginning to spasm out of rhythm with the strokes, you are so close.

"So don't." She gasps back against your ear, and it's the next second that you come, your walls clenching against Wanda's fingers, and you see stars, your loud moan is muffled by her hand on your mouth when you can't keep the gesture and clench your hands under the water.

And you are barely recovering from your orgasm when Wanda reaches hers, sharing it with you, and you moan deeply, turning a complete mess against her, feeling your body explode with pleasure again.

You stand in silence, trying to normalize your breaths, Wanda's fingers slip out of you, making you sigh, but she keeps her hand on your thigh, until she joins the two at your waist, smoothing you better against her.

"I can't feel my legs." You mumble breathlessly, your body tingling completely from the intensity of the orgasms. Wanda just gives an equally affected laugh, moving one of her hands up to push her wet hair out of the front of her face.

"Too bad, I still want to taste you."

You grunt softly, feeling your face heat up. But you sure as hell won't protest when Wanda's hands start coming down again.

//-//-//-//-//-//

“It really worked.” You murmurs impressed, as you button a clear shirt up, getting ready for having some food since you and Wanda skipped lunch, being busy with things. The bruises that you once had, are all gone. A few red spots were seen, but nothing too remarkable as before.

Wanda bites her bottom lip, kneeling in the bed, still naked. The vision was a gift from heaven you could say.

“If you feel any pain, tell me.” She asks as she watches you dressing. “I could try to ease that too.”

“You’re too good for me baby.” You commented with a shy smile, getting closer to her again. Agatha liked well dressed manners, she said. That’s why almost every set of clothes she gave you had ties, and sweaters. You and Wanda teased her about being old.

And that's why you're knotting your tie, and Wanda is unbuttoning your shirt. Wait, what?

"Hey, hey." You quickly warn, holding up her fingers, as Wanda giggles with her gaze gleaming in mischief. "We can't stay here all day, sweetheart."

"Can’t we?" She retorts in a mixed tone of defiance, making a pout that makes you want to kiss her.

"You know we can't." You retort with a smile, caressing her cheek before buttoning the buttons she has opened. Wanda bites her lips as she watches you. "I can bring you something to eat, but eventually we have lessons."

"No, that's okay, I'll come down with you." She says but doesn't move from her spot, and you raise an eyebrow curiously, but Wanda was just waiting for you to finish buttoning your shirt before pulling you up by your poorly tied tie, rising to kiss you on the mouth.

You smiled against her lips, bringing one of your hands to her neck, kissing her firmly.

"Are you sure we need to go downstairs?" She murmurs breathlessly against your mouth, and you sigh.

"Maybe another ten minutes."

It takes another half hour for you to leave the room.

Wanda accompanies you, straightening your crumpled clothes before you head to the kitchen.

Fortunately, Charles had saved some lunch for you, and between smiles and stolen glances, you ate in silence.

And when Agatha asked you to join her upstairs, for her occlumency lesson, Wanda kissed you on the cheek and wished you good luck.

Agatha's private study room was dark.

Unlike the library, or Charles' offices, which were extremely cozy.

Here, you felt almost intimidated. But Agatha seemed relaxed, and you felt confident enough with your magic to enter.

"You know the fundamentals, Miss Stark, so let's not stall." She says as she walks over to one of the cabinets, working to remove her rings and place them on the wood. "Sit back and relax. And know that I'm going to try the real thing, Y/N. Just like an opponent would."

You swallow dryly, but murmur in understanding, walking over to sit in the armchair that Agatha seems to have left ready for you.

She turns around, and takes the seat in front of you. With a flick of her fingers, one of the books on the bookshelves in the room comes flying toward her, floating in the air, open at eye level.

She grumbles softly as she reads, probably checking the spells correctly, and then the book closes and returns to the bookshelf.

"In a fight, a wizard's mind can be their greatest enemy, Miss Stark." She begins, rolling up her sleeves, and you hold your breath in anticipation. "That's why you need to protect yours as best you can."

"Professor Erik taught me a few things." You mutter, but Agatha raises her eyebrow in disbelief, and you are almost offended. "Hey, I'm not that helpless."

"Is that what you think?" She challenges. "Look closer."

You frown in confusion, and try to understand what she means.

Then you notice the other figure in the corner of the room and almost jump out of your chair.

An illusion, Agatha never sat next to you, and she disappears the same second you noticed her.

"What the fuck....?"

"Illusions, Miss Stark, will be the least of your problems if the dark lord has access to your mind." Agatha warns as she moves from the shadows of the room, her hands folded on her belly, looking at you, who was still in shock from the last trick. "But I will teach you to recognize and escape false images first."

The first lesson is not easy.

Honestly, it is so exhausting that by the time Agatha frees you, you are stumbling sleepily to your room.

You fall into bed still in your study clothes, and are almost closing your eyes when Wanda walks in.

"Hey, sweetheart, aren't you going to dinner?" She asks, but you don't even open your eyes, muttering that you were going to sleep.

Wanda walks over to you, gives you a kiss on the cheek, and turns out the lights.

//-//-//

It takes another three weeks for something to happen.

Technically, a lot has actually happened.

You have learned to break illusions, create them, protect your mind from mid-level invaders, lie in a way that rings true in your mind and fools any invader.

Agatha won't admit it, but you are a very talented Occlumens.

And Wanda, is quite the opposite of that.

Charles often comments that maybe it's the power of scarlet magic, but he''s never seen someone who could manipulate the mind of others so easily. Not since Agatha, and the witch makes a sarcastic remark, but has a proud smile as she goes out to harvest carrots.

Where you are expert at protecting the mind, Wanda is at attacking it.

She doesn't have the same strength as you in blocking Agatha, but you can't invade anyone's mind without putting in a lot of effort.

"I think it's an interesting thing, actually. " Charles comments next to you, in the fourth week of studying mind magic, with the four of you sitting in the room, and Agatha in the armchair in front of you, while you have your wand raised and try to get into her thoughts. "You balance each other perfectly, you know? Y/N can protect your mind while you attack, Wanda. It's quite useful."

"Great observation, Charles." Agatha congratulates impressed, not seeming to have any difficulty blocking you even while talking to someone else.

"Does that mean I can get inside your head through her magic?" Wanda deduces in curiosity, but didn't expect anyone to confirm, her eyes glowing red and connecting with your mind.

You choke, firming your touch on your wand, and because you were already trying the spell, you manage to get into Agatha's mind without any problems with Wanda’s magic.

A small girl is running down a hallway; it's Hogwarts.

"Freak!" " Weirdo!" are the whispers of the crowds of children she is passing through.

And then the whispers change to "watch out, she's the principal' daughter" "I heard she killed that Ravenclaw boy"

A mirror. Agatha must be sixteen now, she looks young. She stares at her reflection, and then punches the glass.

"You are a disgrace to this family." A woman says in front of her as the memory fades to another, looking at her with contempt. "A scandal like this. Our coven will recommend your expulsion."

"I never wanted to be a part of this, Mama!" Agatha exclaims in a mixture of anger and hurt. "I hate those old backward women, I want to learn everything I can and -"

The slap is loud. "Rules exist to keep everyone safe, Agatha. You're too selfish to realize that."

It gets faster, the flashes. You watch Agatha grow up, study in hiding, kiss a girl behind the candy store who pushes her away when the older schoolmates laugh, you listen to the cruel comments, watch her buy the cottage, meet new people, and many colored lights, the spells she has already cast blending throughout the memories.

"Please, daughter, forgive me" She pleads in a crying voice, but Natalya looks at her with contempt. "I will do the right thing this time, please, I-"

"Swear it."

You see a flash of the day she took the perpetual vow, her hands entwined with her daughter, and then you see more quick flashes of lost moments, until you focus on the day she was alone in Magda's house again, her hand on the cheek of baby Wanda, now asleep.

"Forgive me, I have failed again."

The memory shifts, you watch Erik crying at a memorial service, many other people dressed in black beside him.

She talked to Erik about the girl, asking if he had noticed anything strange.

Visiting a mansion, your home. You see yourself, about five or six years old, playing in the backyard with your brother, the emaciated image of your father talking to her in a low tone, delivering a letter.

More unclear flashes.

Agatha writing the acceptance letters from the school that year, the name Wanda Maximoff emblazoned on the paper.

The day Wanda and Pietro enter Hogwarts, Agatha rummaging back into her old journals and books.

Agatha starts to resist then. You see two more flashes of class, before she pushes you and Wanda out of her thoughts, and you choke breathlessly, stumbling away.

The teacher gets up quickly, aggressively throwing herself at you two, and you cover Wanda with your body immediately, but she calms down, because Charles puts his arm around her waist.

"Agatha, breathe." He asks softly, and she seems to come to her senses, shaking her head, and casting an almost embarrassed look at you, before muttering apologies and leaving the room.

You and Wanda are wide-eyed, in shock at all you have seen for long seconds, as Charles sighs and moves to organize the books you had messed up when the lesson began.

"She's going to need some time." He says turning to give you a tender smile. "But don't worry, I can continue the lessons with you two. For now, I suggest a cup of tea to everyone, and we can continue tomorrow."

"S-sure, that sounds great." You mumble awkwardly, turning your face to Wanda, who looks troubled. "Everything okay?" You whisper to her, and she forces a smile, nodding.

You won't push it, so you even squeeze her hand gently before following Charles into the kitchen for tea.

//-//-//-//-//

Agatha doesn't leave her room for six whole days.

Charles just says that she is tired, and brings her meals.

You only study next to Wanda; it's not as if you can feel guilty about something she has done to you so many times.

And then, as if no time has passed, the former headmistress comes into the kitchen in travel clothes, while you are eating lunch.

"Good morning?" You exclaim in surprise, and the teacher only murmurs with a nod, picking up an apple from the fruit tray and turning toward the front door.

You exchange a confused look with Wanda before the two of you quickly stand up.

"Agatha, where are you...?"

"Hogwarts." She replies without stopping walking, as you follow her down the hallway to the exit. "Stephen has hidden the darkhold in the spiritual plane of the castle. I'll get it, and read it to Miss Maximoff as promised."

"I-" Wanda starts half uncertain, but Agatha gestures quickly.

"I'll be back as soon as I can." She clarifies. "We'll need him to perform the ritual as well. Please help Charles with the house, and if possible don't damage my vegetables."

And on the porch, she apparated.

You and Wanda stared at the empty space for a long moment.

"What just happened?" You mutter.

"Did our spell drive her insane?" She retorts back, and you sigh, turning to go back inside, and close the door, Wanda following you inside.

"I have no idea." You say. "Let's let Charles know she's gone, and try to keep him from blowing up other cauldrons while she's out."

//-//-//-//-////-//-//-//-//

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[queenxxxsupreme]

Trouble Arises (dad!Arthur Morgan x reader)

A/N: Here’s a little bit of dad!Arthur for Father’s Day! 

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none, fluffy dad!Arthur, protective dad!Arthur

Summary: While out with you and Daisy, Arthur runs into some trouble. 

***

“Looky at this one!” Daisy tugged on a dress that was on a shop rack. 

“I like the bow on that one.” You told her, eyes flickering over the dress. It was periwinkle with numerous ruffles on the skirt and an adorable bow at the waist. 

Your husband was trailing quietly behind you, admiring the bright look in Daisy’s eyes as she went from dress to dress. It wasn’t often that the three of you ventured into town together, let alone that she was able to pick out her very own dress. So he made sure to enjoy every moment.

“Daddy! Look at this!” She stopped at a pink and white dress.

“That’s real pretty, ain’t it sweetpea?” Arthur looked at the dress. “Almost matches those shoes Papa got for you a while back, don’t they?”

“Yeah! The ones with the white bow.” Daisy nodded her head. 

“Is that the one you wanna get?” He asked her, but the young girl was already moving on to another dress.

Arthur watched her look at the dress excitedly, bouncing a little where she stood when the excitement became too much to contain. 

“You okay, Arthur?” You placed your hand on his arm.

“Yeah, just fine.” He gave you a smile. “How long you think it’s gonna take her to find a dress?”

“Do you want to be home at any specific time?”

“No, no. There’s no rush. Just curious.” He shook his head. “Let her take all the time she wants. She’s really happy, ain’t she?”

“She is.” You squeezed his arm and leaned in to kiss his shoulder before moving to be closer to Daisy. 

Arthur started to follow you. 

A familiar feeling began to creep up his spine. It was the same feeling that he could remember having all those years ago when he was a wanted man. Someone was watching him. 

He came to a stop, allowing you and Daisy to walk ahead of him, and looked around. 

Outside of the front shop windows, Arthur spotted someone looking in. They cupped their hands around their eyes and peered in through the glass. They were trying to find someone and seeing as Arthur and his family were the only ones in the store aside from an elderly couple, Arthur had a sinking feeling in his gut that the person outside was looking for him. 

He quickly stepped behind a support beam that held the ceiling up. His eyes darted over to you. You were unaware of what was happening, brushing your fingers over the sleeve of a dress Daisy had stopped to admire. 

But a sharp whistle caught your attention. It was instinctive for you to react to that whistle. It was his form of nonverbal communication back when you were running with the Van Der Linde Gang. 

Your eyes instantly caught his. He tilted his head just slightly, motioning for you to come to him. 

Though he hadn’t said anything else, the mannerisms made your stomach churn. Why hadn’t he said your name? Why was he hiding behind a column? 

“Daisy? Let’s go over to daddy.” You suggested, placing your hand between her shoulders. 

As you reached him, he took your hand and pulled you so that you stood behind the column too. Daisy was placed strategically between you both. 

“Daddy, there’s a dress-,”

“Sweetpea, I know you wanna look at dresses right now but there’s something real important that I’ve gotta discuss with momma, okay?” He looked down at her, brushing a few pieces of hair behind her ear. 

She nodded her head.

“There’s a couple of fellas outside.” Arthur lowered his voice as his eyes found yours. “Look over my shoulder around the beam behind me. “They’ve been looking in like they’re searchin’ for someone.”

You looked towards the window like he suggested and spotted the two men. They leaned in towards each other and then one looked back towards the window before the other looked towards the front door. 

“Do you think they’re any trouble?”

“I don’t know.” Arthur rubbed the back of his neck.

“Then there’s no need to panic just yet.” You put your hand on his arm. 

His eyes stayed on yours, a furrow nestled between his brows. He didn’t share the same thoughts as you. 

“We don’t want to upset Daisy.” You reminded him, looking down at her. His gaze followed yours. She was on her tip toes looking at a snowglobe that rested on the table next to the column. 

“You’re right.” Arthur sighed out, rubbing his eyes. 

“Everything will be okay.” You kissed his cheek and rubbed his arm. “Daisy? Why don’t you tell daddy about the dress you want?”

“Okay! This way, daddy!” Daisy turned and took off across the store.

Arthur smiled as he watched her weave in and out of the racks. 

“She’s very excited to pick out her own dress.” You told Arthur. 

“I know. Talked about it the whole way here.” He chuckled softly. He turned his head to check the window. The two men were still there.

“You know, I can go out there and distract them while you take Daisy out the back.” You took Arthur’s hand in your own and began to walk with him towards Daisy.

“I don’t want you to have to do that, Y/N.” 

“But if it’s what gets you both out of here safe, then I don’t mind it.”

“You think you’re any good at distractions?” His tone was teasing as he squeezed your hand. 

“Oh, I like to think I am.” You leaned against him a bit. “Back in the day, I used to distract this really fine young man. I did it so well one time that he nearly got run over by his own horse.”

Arthur laughed, putting his arm around your shoulders. 

“Hosea still won’t let me forget about that.”

“Good. It was rather foolish of you to be watching me instead of your horse.”

“I can list a whole bunch of foolish things I’ve done ‘cause of you.” He hummed quietly, pulling you closer to him. “But I wouldn’t change any of them.”

“You’re a charmer even after all these years. You know that?”

The bell on the front door to the shop rung, causing both you and Arthur to look in that direction. The two men that had been looking in were now inside of the shop. 

Arthur put his hand on the small of your back and began to rush you towards Daisy.

“Take her out the back.”

“What about you-,”

“Don’t worry about me-,”

“You can’t just tell me that!” You whispered loudly. 

“Hey, sweetpea?” Arthur put his finger over his lips, signalling for her to be quiet as he approached. He knew she would excitedly begin to tell him about the dress she wanted, but now wasn’t the time for that.

“What, daddy?”

“Mommy’s got to take you home.”

“What? Why?” She crinkled her brows together. “What about my dress?”

“Don’t worry about the dress, love.” You took her hand and began to tug her towards the back door. “We have to go–,”

“But momma–,”

“Daisy Jane.” Arthur knelt down to her level. “Look at me, sweetpea.”

Daisy met his eyes, her mouth pulled down in a frown. 

“It’s real important that you listen to momma, okay? She’s gonna take you home where it’s safe. It’s not safe here right now. I love you, you know that?” He kissed her forehead. 

“Daddy–,”

“I love you, Daisy.” He repeated, standing up to face you. 

Your eyes were glossed with tears. 

“No tears, pumpkin.” He murmured. He leaned in to kiss your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you.” 

You took Daisy’s hand and began to lead her towards the back door. You needed to get her somewhere safe. 

“Momma, why isn’t daddy comin’ with us?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer her. 

“It’s alright, love. He’ll be with us soon.”

***

You placed nervously on the porch. The sun was beginning to set behind the mountains. It had been a few hours since you got home and the anxiety in your stomach was becoming almost too much to handle. 

You had thought about going over to Charles and Lucy’s house and maybe having Charles go to town and see what had happened, or even having them watch Daisy while you went into town alone. 

Daisy was inside playing with her dolls. Hosea was inside with her. Carson was laying on the porch, big brown eyes watching you. 

You were just about to turn to go into the house and get Daisy when you heard hooves beating against the dirt road. 

Carson lifted his head, ears perked as he listened. 

You looked down the driveway, one hand gripping the railing. 

The faint outline of a horse and rider came into view. It wasn’t until a few moments later when you could make out the rider that you felt you could finally breathe. 

Arthur was finally home. And he was safe. 

You sat down on the porch steps, realizing then how achy your legs were. You hadn’t had time to sit down since you returned home with Daisy. You didn’t want to sit down. You physically couldn’t bring yourself to sit. The anxiety of thinking about what could have happened to your husband was too much. 

Carson ran out to the barn to greet Arthur. The dog followed alongside him as he made his way towards the house. 

You wanted to ask him what happened, to know if those men were lawmen or just trouble. But when you tried to talk, your voice became stuck in your throat and tears sprung out of nowhere. 

Silently, he sat down next to you and put an arm around you. You didn’t notice the paper bag he placed on to the steps. 

“I know…. I know it was scary.” He kissed the side of your head. “But I’m proud of you. You did real good, you know. We haven’t had to do something like that in years. You did good, pumpkin.”

“I-I thought you were…. I was so scared, Arthur. I didn’t want to have to raise her by myself.” You turned to put your face into his neck. 

“I know. But I wouldn’t let that happen.” He kissed your head once more. 

The front door opened and Daisy ran out with her arms wide open. 

“Daddy!”

“Sweetpea!” He caught her, pulling her around into his lap. 

“You were gone! Why were you gone for so long?” She frowned up at him. 

“Oh, cause I was hidin’ from ya.”

“Daddy!” She crinkled her nose. Daisy looked over at you, taking note of your teary eyes. “Why are you crying?” 

She reached out to wipe your cheek off. 

“Cause I’m really happy daddy is back. I missed him.” You smiled. 

“I missed him too.” Daisy tucked her head into his neck. Arthur kissed her hair and squeezed her a little. 

“Don’t you worry, girls. I’m not goin’ anywhere.” He assured you both. “Sweetpea, I got a little present for you.”

“A present?” She pulled away from him, looking around to see where her present could be. 

“I know momma and I told you that you could pick out your own dress, but- Well, things happened and that didn’t happen.” He picked up the bag and handed it to her. “Take a look inside and let me know if you like it.”

Daisy excitedly dug her hand into the bag and pulled out the pink and white dress she had been looking at. She squealed in delight and threw her arm around Arthur.

“Thank you, daddy! Thank you!”

“Aw, you’re welcome, sweetpea.” He kissed the side of her head. 

“I wanna try it on!”

“I’ll be in in just a moment to help you put it on, Daisy.” You told her. 

She scrambled to get off of Arthur’s lap and then ran into the house. 

Arthur watched her disappear through the door. 

“You think she’s upset about not being able to pick out her own dress?” He asked quietly. “I mean, I did tell her she’d be able to pick her own out.”

“Does she look upset, Arthur?” You reached out to cup his cheek. “She’s too young to understand why we had to leave the shop so soon. She wouldn’t understand even if we tried to explain it to her. All she knows is daddy brought her home a new dress and from the looks of it, Arthur, she really likes it.”

“Yeah, I reckon.” He ran a hand over his hair. 

You leaned over to kiss his cheek before standing up. 

“I promise you she’s perfectly happy.”

Arthur watched you walk through the front door of the house, leaving him on the porch. 

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[uswntxfootball]

we’re just rivals (on the field) (leah williamson x chelsea!reader)

the “epilogue” / part 2 to we should be rivals

of course, the game she decided to come to was this one.

word count: 2418 ish

rated F for fluffy, I for idiocy (or injury), and C for charles.

——

it’s been about two weeks since you showed up to that arsenal game.

and about two weeks since you’ve talked to the english defender.

it wasn’t like you weren’t trying to talk, you just never had the time to.

training had been hectic for the both of you, and it always seemed like one was busy while the other one wasn’t.

“why do you look so blue?”

“jee maybe it’s because i’m wearing a chelsea shirt?”

jessie rolled her eyes before huffing:

“come on y/n you know what i meant.”

“do i?”

“you’re impossible.”

“no i’m y/n.”

“oh my god.”

you let out a loud cackle at jessie’s frustrated cry.

you ran your hands through your hair quickly, letting out a sigh of relief when jessie stopped questioning you.

truth is, you missed leah more than you’d like to admit.

you missed her flirty glances and slightly cocky demeanor, and it began to eat up at you a little bit.

by focusing on the task at hand, which was the upcoming manchester city game, you attempted to distract yourself from it.

it helped a little.

jessie could tell something was up, but after your previous exchange she stopped pushing it (for now) upon seeing your refusal to give in, and partly for the sake of her sanity.

you let out a sigh of relief when the whistle blew, signaling the end of training.

you grabbed your water bottle and jumped when you felt someone slap you on your shoulder.

“okay now spill.”

you turn to see jessie giving you a concerned look, the midfielder’s cheeks red and hair messy from the exertion of practice.

“you look like a sunburnt lion,” you snort, before taking a drink of water.

jessie scoffs.

“lions don’t get sunburnt. i thought you’d know tha-hey!”

jessie lets out a yell of protest when you spray your water in her face.

you shoot her a cheeky grin before making a run for it.

“get back here! y/n!”

~~

on the other side of the spectrum, leah felt the same.

she was however, less of a mess than you, and held it together much better than you did.

~~

you let out a little sigh as you stare at the tv.

there she was in all her glory, fuming and talking to lisa after a game, a sight which you rather enjoyed.

after all, it was kind of hot.

you rewinded that section for a little bit, and nearly shit your pants when you heard the apartment door open.

“hey i brought lunch what are you-“

jessie stopped dead in her tracks and stared at the tv.

she let out a snort when she saw you.

you were crammed behind the couch in a failed attempt to hide yourself.

“watching leah are we?”

you let out a grumble from behind the couch:

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

jessie rolled her eyes and you heard a rustle before letting out a yelp of surprise when her bag hits you on your head.

“you bitch you hit me.”

“yeah yeah whatever.”

you wriggle your way out from your “hiding place” and plop down on the couch, still rubbing your head.

“i think you made me lose a bunch of brain cells.”

jessie snorts.

“to lose them you’d need some in the first place.”

you growl and shoot her a glare before crossing your arms and huffing:

“i’m ignoring you now.”

the canadian rolls her eyes and shrugs.

“finally some peace and quiet around here.”

“you’re mean.”

“i thought you were ignoring me.”

“shut up.”

~~

the next game was a tough one.

manchester city was a tough opponent and you’re now realizing why.

it was chelsea’s first game against them since they signed the uswnt players, and good lord have they improved.

you watched from across the pitch as jessie was struggling to get the ball from white, your chest heaving slightly while doing so.

you were already exhausted and it wasn’t even half time yet.

your head snaps up when you see a movement to your right, and you took a quick glance to the stands to see the top of a red jersey peaking out behind a black coat.

that’s all you could see before your name was being called and you turned to receive a pass.

and then you got caught up in the game once again, too busy to realize what it meant.

chelsea went into halftime down 1-0.

your halftime talk was brief, mostly just emma giving quick pointers here and there.

when the talk ended and break finished, you were so determined and focused that you nearly walked into the door frame on your way out of the training room.

the second half was going just like the first.

the possession was deadlocked, opportunities were deadlocked, and if it continued like this manchester city would win.

so you decide to fuck it.

you’re getting this corner kick in no matter what.

as reiten prepared to take it, you positioned yourself right next to the keeper and the post.

just for a moment, you let your eyes drift to the stands, your eyes catching a blonde’s as you do so.

it took you a second to realize who that was.

almost instantly, butterflies tore through your stomach, and you barely miss the whistle signaling the corner kick.

just barely.

now you have to score.

leah’s here.

you have to.

reiten sends the ball into the box, and almost like magic it’s heading for exactly where you’re standing.

you could see roebuck beginning to grab for it, and you didn’t care, you were going for that ball.

just as your head makes contact with it, you hear a resounding crack and yours eyes start watering in pain as you hit the ground.

your hands were covering your face and you could taste blood in your mouth, but you couldn’t tell where it was coming from.

jessie’s hand and concerned voice brings you out of your thoughts.

“hey are you okay? what’s wrong?”

you groaned a little in pain and whispered:

“did we score?”

jessie let out a halfhearted eye roll before saying:

“that’s what you’re worried about? well you scored, but please don’t kill yourself trying to do that next time.”

you let out a soft chuckle before taking jessie’s hand and getting to your feet.

one of your hands were still covering your face, and when you put them down jessie lets out a surprised yelp.

“oh jesus! okay uhm we need a medic here!”

pretty soon you were surrounded by the medical staff, and taking one look at you they ask for a substitute.

there’s a ringing in your ears so you can barely hear snippets of the medical conversation, but you hear enough to know what’s going on.

broken nose. punched in the face by the goalkeeper. need to set it.

it’s when you’re being led off the pitch that you remember about leah.

your eyes widen and you turn to the stands, and you couldn’t tell if it was your angle or not, but you couldn’t see her anywhere.

you shook your head slightly and continued your walk off the pitch.

emma joined you in the room along with a few guys on the medical team, and said:

“listen, we can set your nose now, or we can wait until after the game. we’ll give you a few moments to decide.”

you give a nod and with that everyone left the room.

it was quiet for about a minute before you heard footsteps again.

“hey i haven’t…”

the rest of your sentence gets caught in your throat when you look up.

in the doorway stood the girl who’d been on your mind for the past few weeks, and you blushed a little at the sight.

“um uh i-how are you?” you managed to stutter out.

leah lets out a light chuckle before saying:

“shouldn’t i be asking you that?”

the defender walks up to you and gently places her hands on your cheeks, quietly examining your face.

“well it’s definitely broken,” she mutters softly, and in a sudden jolt of confidence you bring your hand up to cup hers in yours.

leah smiles a little at that and takes your hands down to rest in your lap.

“how did you get down here?”

leah blushes and smiles sheepishly:

“i may have had to sneak around a guard or two..”

“you wanted to see me that badly huh?”

leah gives a slight eye roll at your teasing tone.

“be careful, i could leave at any moment.”

you let out a loud laugh before wincing slightly, the action shooting a fresh wave of pain over your face.

“be careful, don’t want that pretty face to scar,” leah says teasingly.

“why would you like me less with a scar?”

“well i didn’t say that.”

you try to wink, only getting halfway before wincing in pain again.

it’s now that emma walks back in with the medical staff, who looks up in surprise when she sees leah.

“we can’t have visitors here-“

“have her stay.”

“y/n we really can’t-“

“nope she’s staying.”

your coach lets out a defeated sigh.

“fine.”

and you hear her mutter something that sounds like:

“i don’t get paid enough for this.”

leah shot you a look before letting go of your hand, much to your dismay, and moved to a spot next to you, out of their way.

“so y/n, did you decide t-“

“set it now.”

emma gives the medical staff a thumbs up and  the go ahead and glances quickly at you and leah with an expression of oh look, more gays, before heading out back onto the pitch.

a gruff voice focuses your attention back to the foreground.

“alright y/n, my name is charles, and i’ll be setting your nose today.”

you give an attempt at a snort, and wince before saying:

“sounds like you’re my waiter or something.”

charles gives a hearty chuckle, and as he examines your face says:

“this one’s got a sense of humor huh.”

you let out a wink in leah’s direction before saying:

“oh you know it.”

charles turns with his back to you, looking through his equipment bag and says:

“okay this might hurt a bit, so i recommend grabbing something, not me preferably.”

“do people do that?”

charles turns to you with a bit of tape and gauze in his hands and places them on the table beside you.

“like you wouldn’t believe.”

you let out a laugh.

“alright let’s get this over with.”

“okay then, since they still have a game going on, please try not to yell.”

you felt his hands on your face and you braced yourself for it.

“alright ready? on the count of 3.”

“1.”

“2.”

your hand shot out in leah’s direction and the defender took it without hesitation.

“3.”

charles moved his body with his hands and the pain was almost instantaneous.

still, you gritted your teeth as your eyes start to water, not noticing how tightly you clamped onto leah’s hand.

it’s only after when charles is wrapping your nose that leah whispers:

“i know we play football but i kind of still need my hand.”

“sorry,” you mutter, relaxing your grip, and at the same time refusing to let go of her.

“all righty! took it like a champ, you didn’t even yell.”

you shrug before saying nonchalantly, “yeah i’m not much of a screamer.”

you grinned cheekily when you notice leah’s eyes widening and cheeks reddening.

as charles was packing up his stuff, he asks:

“so is this your girlfriend?”

it was silent for a few seconds, and charles turns to look at the two of you.

“i’m sensing like a we’re friends but we flirted a bit and now we don’t know where we stand kind of a vibe.”

you and leah speak at the same time.

“yeah.”

“exactly.”

charles picked up his bag and said:

“i figured. anyways you guys look cute together, and i’m gonna go back to the game now.”

and with that said, he gave you a little wave and walked out of the room.

“well he was fun, i liked him,” you said to leah, who smiled and nodded a bit in agreement.

the two of you chatted about meaningless things for a little while, before you shot up suddenly and pulled her with you.

“come on, let’s get out of here.”

leah scrunched her eyebrows up in confusion.

“where are we going?”

you grin at her.

“well i promised i’d take you on a date if you came to my game didn’t i?”

leah’s cheeks flush a little and she says:

“w-“

jessie’s voice cuts leah’s response short.

“y/n! how are you doin-oh.”

the canadian’s eyes flickered between your face and leah’s face, before moving towards your joined hands.

a teasing smile made its way onto her face and before you could stop it, jessie stepped forward and began talking to leah.

“hey, i’m jessie, also y/n’s best friend, you must be the one who-“

you let go of leah’s hand and cut in with a pitiful attempt to stop her from talking.

“NOPE I’M GOING TO LEAVE IM-“

leah crossed her arms and watched the two of you with an amused smirk plastered on her face.

“got y/n, a diehard chelsea fan i tell you, to-“

“NOPE NOPE NOPE JESSIE LETS NOT-“

“buy an arsenal jersey. yours to be exact.”

you groaned and your face flushed red with embarrassment, closing your eyes and turning to face the wall.

you spun around and took leah’s hand, dragging her out of the room while flipping off jessie.

you hear jessie yell from behind you:

“love you too y/n!”

it’s when the two of you made your way out of the stadium when she says:

“so an arsenal jersey huh?”

your cheeks flush redder and you mumble:

“shut up.”

“i’ll bet it looks great on you,” leah added with a wink.

“it’ll look even better on your bedroom floor,” you retort.

leah’s eyes widened a little as her face became blood red.

“what?”

you grin cockily.

“nothing!”

leah just looked at you in utter disbelief.

[micahscowgirl]

Bite Me ~ Chapter 6

Micah Bell x f!reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: SMUT (finally), cussing, biting kink (w/blood)

Word Count: 2550

Wow. This just happened.

Chapter 6

“What’s taking you so damn long?” 

“Quit yappin’,” you sternly bite back at Micah through the curtain. “I’m not even done trying everything on”

Micah has brought you to the tailor shop in Valentine to pick out some new clothes. You have a small pile of garments sitting on the bench and floor next to you. You wouldn’t admit to Micah, but you have already tried everything on, but are debating between a few options. 

After trying on a very different combinations of tops and pants, you finally settled on a grey, long-sleeved button up, a leather jacket, and black riding pants. You pull the curtain back and do a quick little model for Micah, fully aware of the flattering fit of the pants. 

“So, what do you think?”

“My, my,” He starts, “who’re you trying to impress, doll?” 

You shoot him a quick glance before returning to collect the clothes you didn’t want. “A lady’s got to make herself presentable, don’t you agree?”

When you turn your head towards him again, you notice him biting his bottom lip while admiring you. His hat was tilted in front of his eyes, so he didn’t realize you caught him. The sight gave you butterflies and you felt yourself throb slightly. You quickly push any thoughts that might have been making their way into your head away.

“So, uh, what do you normally do whenever the camp moves without you?” you try to make conversation.

“Well, it’s definitely not as simple as asking around. Hey Mister!” He begins to mock towards an imaginary man. “Can I bother you with a question? You see, I’ve lost my crew, most of whom have a huge criminal bounty, you wouldn’t happen to know where they headed off to, do ya now?”

This puts a grin on your face, “Well, well, Mister Bell, I never would’ve pegged you for the comedic type.”

He smiles, “Well, doll, I don’t show that side to many people.” When he makes eye contact with you, he turns away and clears his throat, “Ahem, anyway we should, uh, probably be off now.”

He pays the shopkeeper for your clothes, and walks out of the shop, leaving you to finish folding the clothes. You know you should be upset, but you’re not. You can’t help but feel sorry for him. 

I wonder why he conceals himself so much. And what makes me different from everyone else?

~~~~~~

Micah had tracked the wagon trail tp the train tracks before turning towards town that morning, so that’s where you returned to. It was a silent ride, so all you had were your thoughts. No matter how many times you tried not to, you couldn’t stop thinking of the way he looked at you in the shop. What was he thinking about? Was he simply admiring you? Or was he imagining all the things he would do to you, given the chance? 

“You ain’t falling asleep back there, are you?” He startles you out of your thoughts. Without realizing it, you had slowly started to lean onto his back, like you had slept the night before.

“Oh, uh, sorry. I was just, uh, lost in thought.” you stutter, trying to not make anything obvious.

“Oh? What were you thinking about, doll?”

Oh my God, does he know? He couldn’t know, right? Or--

“Micah? Is that you?” someone calls from up ahead. 

“Yeah, me and Y/N.”

Bill steps from behind a tree, “Camp’s right up ahead.” he says to Micah. As y’all pass him, he nods to you. “Glad you made it back safe.” After some distance is made, Micah scoffs.

“Figures.” He says.

“What?”

“They’re only glad you made it back.”

Without knowing what to say, the trot towards the camp is a silent one.

Once you arrive at camp, you begin to notice the same reaction from everyone.

“Y/N, you made it!” Arthur walks up to the horse. Micah hops off, and knowing you’re still sore from the night before turns to help you, but not before Arthur beats him to it. “Dutch was so worried about you after he sent you off to Strawberry.” You accept his help and Micah turns and walks away stubbornly off into the trees.

“I ran into some trouble up that way, thankfully Micah was there to save me,” you say, giving him the credit. Even so, it was brushed away.

“Let’s get you something to eat.” Mary-Beth chimes in, taking you by the arm and pulling you away. “Charles and Hosea said they’d hitch your tent if you made it back today.” You turn your head and get one more glimpse of Micah before he is erased by the trees. I wouldn’t be back if it wasn’t for him.

~~~~~~

The afternoon is full of celebration led by Dutch. You can’t help but feel that this is his way of hiding that he did choose to move without waiting for you or sending anyone to find you. If it wasn’t for Micah, you’d be dead or even worse. “You’re going to be my little whore.” The voice of the O'Driscol echoes in your head. 

Even though your sitting in front of a warm fire and everyone is singing and laughing, you can’t help but feel cold and sad. Micah hasn’t come back since he walked off earlier. He’s the one who saved your life and no one batted an eye for it. 

When no one is paying attention, you stand and sneak your way to behind the tents. You make your way over to the horses and Baylock is still there. For the first time all night, you felt a small smile sneak it’s way onto your face. Micah must still be here somewhere.

“Y/N,” you jump and turn to see Arthur walking towards you. “What are you doing over here? You missing all the fun!” Arthur isn’t a heavy drinker, but you can tell he’s a little more than tipsy. 

“I just needed a moment from the crowd.” You say, trying to hint at him to leave. With no prevail, you continue. “I was just going to take a small walk by myself.”

“Well, I can keep you comp’ny!” he slurs. 

Dammit, Arthur.

You have an idea. “You know, Arthur, I think Mary-Beth has quite the thing for you.” He looks intrigued. “And, coming from a women’s perspective, a nice cool night like this is quite the romantic setting. I think you could make a pretty good move tonight.” You wink. 

“You really think so?” he ponders the idea. “If you think I have a chance, maybe I’ll go for it!”

You gentle grab his arm and turn him to face the camp. “Go get’em, cowboy.” 

You sigh as he makes his way back to the camp, now to find Micah.

~~~~~~

You had made your way into the trees. Thankfully, the moon was bright tonight and you could see under the shade of the trees. Finding him shouldn’t be a problem. Your confidence grew thin the longer you looked, though. You were about to give up when you saw a small wisp of smoke glow from behind a tree. The pine needles beneath your feet made it hard for him to hear you, so you speak softly as to not startle him.

“Micah, is that you?” 

“Yeah, it’s me.”

You approach the tree he is leaning on and turn to face him. He is sitting on the ground and his head is tilted so you can’t see his eyes. You want nothing more than to see them and get lost in their deep blue color.

“What’re you doing way out here?” You know the answer, but you needed something to say.

“Same thing I always do, sweetheart. Avoiding those who despise me, which unfortunately seems to be everyone at the moment.”

After a small pause, you say, “I don’t despise you.”

He takes a long draw from his cigarette before he looks up. “And why is that? What do you see in me? ‘Cause there ain’t nothing here worth giving two shits about.”

You can’t think of anything to say that won’t set him off. You can tell he’s right on the edge of snapping.

He sighs, “That’s what I thought, there ain’t--” He stops when he sees you walking towards him.

You move so your standing over him, one foot on either side of his legs. He flicks away his cigarette and slowly runs his hands softly up your legs. Once he reached your thighs, you lower yourself to straddle him. Your heart is pounding, but you don’t want to let him see how nervous you really are. 

One of his hands stops on your hip, while the other one continues. He runs his fingers up your arm, following them with his eyes. They brush over your shoulder, onto your neck, and down your jaw. He finally makes eye-contact with you making you shiver. 

“Now what do you think you’re up to, doll.” 

You don’t respond with words. Instead, you place your hands on his chest, grab the fabric of his shirt, and lean in to kiss him. You pull away, stopping only a few inches back, just so you can look into his eyes. 

He moves one hand around your waist and the other gets lost in your hair as he pulls you in to a much deeper kiss. As his tongue enters you mouth, you begin to feel yourself throb. You’ve been hoping for this for so long and it’s finally happening. Your heart beats faster as you begin to grind against him slowly but rough.

He pulls himself away from the kiss. “Are you sure you want this? With me?”

You reach down to start undoing the buttons on your shirt. “I want this. I want you, Micah.”

You pull off your shirt and your battered undershirt, revealing your breasts. He glances at you approval before he grabs them. He leans back in to kiss you. As he moves his hands to hold your waist again, he grazes your nipple, causing you to moan into the kiss. That must’ve been what did it for him because he grabs tightly onto your hips. 

“If you want me, your gonna need to loose these,” He runs his fingers down your pants. Before you can respond, his thumb has reached down the the seam right in-between your legs. You didn’t realize how wet you had became until he started to apply pressure. You let out a small moan again. You were so sensitive from anticipation for the moment, you could hardly stand it.

He begins to rub more as he leans in to start sucking on your neck. It’s becoming too much for you; you want him so bad. You reach down, moving your hand past his to grab onto his bulge through his pants. When you do this, he bites down onto the spot he had just made on your neck, causing you to whimper. All at once, he removes his mouth from your neck and his hand from your pants. You let out a sigh, missing the sensation. 

He starts to undo his belt. Taking that as a sign, you stand to remove your pants and panties. Wasting no time, you straddle him again. 

“This is your last chance, doll, you sure you want this. I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.”

“Yes, Micah, please. I’ve been wanting this for so long.”

He smiles as he moves his hand back down, starting to run small circles or your clit. “Trust me, princess, I’ve been wanting this too.”

You lean in to kiss him again, trying to silence your moans. He slowly begins to move two fingers to enter you. You can’t hold back the whimpers escaping your throat; you crave him so much.

He continues to rub your clit with his thumb as the two fingers curl inside of you.

“P-please, Micah, I can’t take it. I want you.”

As much as he was trying to hold back as long as he could, your begs pushed him over once again. He reaches into his pants and pulls out his dick. 

“Look at me,” He says. You do as you’re told. You bite your lip as he rubs his member over your clit and entrance, wetting himself with your slick. All at once, he shoves himself into you, causing you to let out a loud moan. He reaches up and covers your mouth.

“Shhh. You don’t want the whole camp coming over here and interrupting us, do you, doll?” He hisses. You shake your head, his hand holding back muffled whimpers as you get use to his size. Once you’re quiet, he moves his hand away. “Good girl.” 

He grabs onto your hips tightly, his thumbs digging into them hard. He lifts you and slams you back onto him. Another moan tries to escape you. “I’m not going to continue until I know you can be quiet, babe.” he teases. You pout your lips at him. He smiles and tilts his head, exposing his neck from underneath his hair. You look at his neck then back at him. He grins.

“Bite me.” he says in a deep tone that you can feel in your chest, causing you to shiver and tighten on his cock that’s deep inside you. “Well?” he smirks.

You put your arms on his shoulders and place your lips on his neck. You can’t imagine actually biting him, that would hurt too much, right?

He starts to slowly lift you and thrust into you. You wants to moan so badly, but you know he’ll only stop again. You keep your lips shut tightly, keeping them pressed up against him.

He begins to thrust harder, grinding your clit against him every time. It’s too much and you open your mouth to moan, but instead bite down onto his neck. You hear him snarl and feel a growl in his throat. He speeds up, lifting you high enough each time to take in his whole shaft. He pounds into you, you feel your clit start to throb more and more and your insides tighten. 

You start to taste the metallic flavor of blood right as you tip over the edge. You can’t help it, you pull away from him to arch your back and ride through your climax. The feeling keeps getting better and better. You sense he’s lifting you lower as his arms grow tired. You begin to lift yourself, riding him until he’s finished. You feel his cock grow stiffer and begin to throb as he’s about to come.

He reaches up and grabs your hair, pulling you forward into a sloppy kiss. He reaches down and grabs your hips a final time to slam into you as hard as he can. He let’s out a deep moan through gritted teeth and he finishes, filling you up. This causes you to let out one final moan before you fall onto his chest.

“God-dammit, Y/N.” He pushes you up so he can look at you. “What the hell got into you?” 

You smile, too exhausted for words. You lean forward and lick the small drops of blood from his neck.

“You wouldn’t happen to have enough space in that tent of yours for one more, would you?” he says. He leans forward to leave a small trail of kisses up your neck and across you jaw.

“Hmm, I think I can make some room.”