#zayne don't take back my ring i still love you

[starmocha]

WDYM MIDNIGHT

IT'S 6AM, I'M GETTING READY FOR WORK

IS THIS ABOUT SYLUS. WHY ARE YOU SO SNIPPY WITH ME

[always-just-red]

I've been lookin for a writer who takes reqs for lnds 😭 Can i req sfw hcs/one-shot (choose which one u prefer more) for sylus & fem/gn reader?

I remember there was one call for zayne x mc where mc called zayne accidentally because mc was drunk & mc called zayne (accidentally) instead of booking a cab (mc did book a cab but w/ a wrong destination).

Can i maybe req what if the scenario is like that but it's w/ sylus instead? Feel free to tell me if this req is too much or if u wanna decline it, thanks a lot!

My first Sylus fic! Yay! (Don't look at me Rafayel 🥰) Anon your mind is so powerful! This prompt was so much fun to write, so thank you, hope you enjoy!

Wrong Number

Sylus x Reader 🩸

Summary: You're having a bit of trouble getting hold of that taxi you booked, but more trouble help is on the way...

Genre: fluff, kinda ends on an angsty note (sorry 😇)

Warnings/Additional tags: drunk reader, some swearing, humour, uses of 'sweetie' and 'kitten', threat of violence/death at the start, a slight bit of suggestion (it's Sylus, ok? He's having ✨fun✨)

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

“Mr. Sylus, please! It was an honest mistake— almost indistinguishable from a genuine protocore, I swear!”

Sylus is lounging back in a plush leather armchair, feeling thoroughly short-changed as he turns about a fake protocore with his fingers. He’s been listening to this noise for almost a full minute, growing awfully impatient, though he did like the last excuse.

“Say that again,” he drawls with a sinister smile.

“It was an honest mistake,” the black-market dealer stutters, tripping over his words. “It was almost indistinguishable from a—”

“Almost indistinguishable…” Sylus confirms. “Almost. Almost.” He’s savouring each syllable— tasting them like wine.

“It would have fooled almost anyone!”

“Almost anyone?” Sylus laughs, and it’s a wicked, dangerous thing. “Well yes, I rather think that’s the point. But it didn’t fool just anyone, did it? It fooled you.”

His smile is gone in an instant, his hand closing around the fake protocore, splintering it with a crack. He drops bloodied, sapphire fragments from his palm, red and blue, red and blue, and they skitter across the hardwood floor like rain.

“Please, Mr. Sylus!” the dealer pleads, desperate. “I’ll do anything! I will! I’ll make it up to you!”

“No, thanks.” Sylus studies his palm as it heals. “I’ve had my fill of fake protocores.”

“Sylus!”

The leader of Onychinus stands, drawing his gun with a customary apathy. Dark energy manifests, twisting around the dealer’s limbs, holding him still, while a lone tendril crawls around his mouth, holding him silent. He’s struggling, but he should know better. He should have known better from the very beginning. With a wistful smile, Sylus levels the gun with his head, and—

Something rings.

His red gaze shoots up, instinctively seeking Luke and Kieran, but they shrug from their station at the other side of the room. The sound is closer than that, anyway. Glaringly more familiar. Sylus’s spare hand goes to his pocket, and he draws out his phone.

“Mmm?” he greets, thumb sliding across the screen as he puts it to his ear.

There’s only one person who calls him at this time of night.

“Where are you?” your voice echoes from the other side of the line.

“That’s a question I prefer not to answer without knowing what motivates it.”

“Wha— Sylus?”

“Yes, sweetie,” he drones.

There’s a moment of silence. “Shit.”

It’s not the reaction he aspires to, but you sound agitated, so he’s going to let it slide. There’s a loud crackle from the speaker, followed by a few, harsher sounds, and he pulls the phone away from his ear, wincing slightly. His eyes are trained on the man at his feet, but he lowers his gun, distracted.

“What are you—” he begins, but then he identifies the sound. It’s a finger— your finger— jabbing away at a screen. “If I didn’t know any better, Miss Hunter, I’d say you were trying to get rid of me.”

“No…” you deny too quickly. It’s still there: the tapping. Like Mephisto, pecking furiously at a locked window from outside. A few more jabs, and then…

The call cuts out.

Sylus scoffs, looking down at his now silent phone in disbelief. He flops back into his chair, tossing his gun onto a side table before hitting the button to call you back. You know he’s not a patient man, but you don’t pick up the first time, and so he has to try again. He can be patient for you— he tells himself— as he thinks up some creative ways for you to return the charity. Speaking of charity…

His gaze drops to the dealer. “Get out,” he sneers.

The man doesn’t have to be told twice. He scrambles to his feet as his blood-dark bindings retract, practically throwing himself towards the room’s exit. Luke pushes open the door, the intense music of the nightclub beating through the gap, but Kieran’s being less helpful. He steps into the doorway, blocking any escape. He feints right. Then left. Behind the masks, both men are laughing.

Eventually Kieran steps aside. He shoves the dealer the rest of the way through the door as Luke kicks it shut, and they exchange a high-five.

Sylus pinches the bridge of his nose. His call connects.

“Hello?” You’re back. “Finally! Where are you? I don’t see you.”

“Still me, sweetie.”

“Sylus?” you actually whine. It’s adorable. “Why is it you? Go away.”

“No,” he lilts tunefully, and then he’s coaxing: “I want to help you, kitten. Won’t you let me help you? Tell me, who are you trying to call?”

Frustration spills from you— fake, exaggerated sobs tearing themselves from your throat. “The taxi, Sy,” you whine again. “The stupid taxi, ok? It’s not here. It’s meant to be here.”

“Where’s here?”

“Ha!” you exclaim like you’ve evaded a masterplan, and not a casually asked, run-of-the-mill question. “No. Nice try, but no. You wanna help me?”

“Yeah.”

“Then leave me alone!”

With— he can imagine— some sort of theatrical flourish, you deliver your phone a final, decisive tap. It beckons a fateful silence. Sylus brings his phone in front of his face, unmoved by the moment’s gravitas. There’s a pop-up on the screen. Kitten: requesting video chat.

He smiles to himself. Then accepts. “Hi sweetie.”

Your face is lighting up his screen, your cheeks flushed, your brow furrowed, and your eyes sharp with determination. “Why can I— wait, why can I see you? Get out of my phone, Sy!”

“My, my,” he tuts, but he’s smiling still, “look at you— the illustrious Miss Hunter. It is a relief to know the fate of Linkon rests in such… reliable hands.”

“What d’you mean?” you mumble.

“You’re drunk.”

“You’re drunk!”

He chuckles. “And there’s that infamous wit.”

You bite your lip as you ignore him, still fixated on trying to end the call. It occurs to him that you will eventually succeed; even a broken clock is right twice a day. “Listen to me, sweetie. Are you alone?”

His tone is sober enough for the two of you, and your exasperated eyes meet his. “Yeah.”

“Then be a good girl and send me your location. You remember how to do that, right?” He carefully enunciates each word of his plan. “I’ll come and get you, but I need to know where you are. Don’t go with anyone else. Wait for me, ok?”

You’re nodding away, the odd ‘mmhmm’ escaping your lips, but you’re not at all listening. He catches on after a minute. Trails off— realises your gaze is too vacant, and your focus? Wandering. You’re cradling your phone with both hands. His view is interrupted as your thumb passes over the camera; you’re… stroking the screen?

“You’re so pretty, Sy,” you murmur breathlessly.

His gaze softens. He sighs, “You’re pretty too.”

Then you make a sound he’s never heard before: you squeak, the phone’s audio almost cutting out. A blush is spreading through your cheeks, so much darker than the alcohol’s afterglow, and gods he wishes your face was in his hands. The vision is short-lived, however, because suddenly you’re gone.

There’s a circling view of a dark street, split by streaks of white light, as your phone careens through the air. It strikes concrete a moment later, stuttering to a stop, and Sylus’s grimace deepens with each jarring crack. Your screen has gone black, but he doesn’t think it’s broken. He’s face down, apparently— subjected to an unexciting view of the pavement.

“Oh, shit!” He hears you gasp.

Though your voice is far away, your phone is in your grasp again in no time. You’re turning it over, peering down at him, tracing the outline of his face with worry. “Sorry, Sy. Are you ok?”

“I’ll survive.” He raises an eyebrow. “You know, if you wanted to throw me around, you only needed to ask.”

His voice has dropped, and he loves watching you notice. You stand from your crouch with a smirk, bringing him with you— a dark idea in your eyes. “Wanna go again?”

Before he can protest, he’s looking at the back of your head. Your arm is stretched behind you, gearing up to send him on another short flight.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he interrupts, panicking briefly, but you’d never detect it with all your wits about you, let alone none. He’s brought in front of your face again, and you’re frowning oh so sweetly. “I asked you to do something, remember?”

“You told me to do something.”

So pedantic. “What did I tell you to do, sweetie?”

You don’t say anything. There’s a short huff as you blow hair from your face, and then you’re concentrating. You have that look he likes: the one you get when you’re whittling away at your paperwork like a good little hunter. The same stubborn resolve, too, that makes you lean over it when he or Mephisto are conveniently behind your shoulder.

Your location comes through with a ping and his smile widens. He’s up in a heartbeat, telling you he’s on his way— that you did such a good job— and that you need to stay on the phone with him, ok? He spins his fingers as he passes between Luke and Kieran, a gesture they’ve long grown accustomed to and can easily translate.

I'm leaving. Clean this up.

…

“So then Xavier, like— well, you know Xavier— he was all, ‘I’ll tell you later,’ but he never did, Sy! Off he went, leaving Nero and I to do all the paperwork, and I asked Nero, and Nero was like, ‘ask Xavier yourself’, and I was like, ‘I literally just did!’, and he just shrugged, and it’s… driving me crazy, you know? Because where does he even go? Tara and I have this bet going, she thinks it’s because he—”

Your anecdote comes to a sudden stop.

“What does Tara think, sweetie?”

“Shh shh shh! Wait a second…”

You clutch your phone to your chest like it’ll somehow suppress Sylus’s voice. You’re sat, leaning back against a chain-link fence, but you rise as a black car pulls up in front of you. The windows are tinted. You squint, leaning forward to try to look through them anyway.

“I don’t like this, Sy,” you frown as you plant a hand on your hip. “There’s a car here.”

“Oh?”

“Shh!” you hiss again. It’s not the only car parked on the street, but it is the only one alive. The engine purrs and its lights are glowing like angry embers, refusing to be snuffed out by the dark. You take a step closer, then the engine cuts out. You take a bigger step back.

“What exactly are you afraid of?” Sylus asks, his tone so thick it’s practically bleeding through your phone. “Is a big, bad man trying to get you?”

“Well I don’t know what they look like, Sy. The windows are tinted, and I— AH!” you gasp.  

A strong pair of arms wrap around you from behind, lifting you from the ground. “Got you, sweetie,” Sylus chuckles in your ear as tell-tale crow feathers settle around you. His breath is hot on your neck and it tickles, turning your panicked shrieks to laughter.

“Sylus!” you squeal as you attempt to wriggle free. You don’t think you’re trying very hard.

The man lowers you back to your feet, but his arms stay around you and he dips his head, resting his chin on the curve of your shoulder. “Hi,” he whispers.

“Hi.” For a little word, there’s so much fondness.

“Let’s get you home to bed, ok?”

You nod compliantly with a yawn, swaying a little as his arms retract and you’re having to stand on your own again. He chuckles as he steadies you— placing a hand on the top of your head— and you pivot, drawn by the sound. His crimson eyes find yours and they’re dark with something that stirs you, even with your mind swimming and nothing really making sense. You’re not sure of anything at all, except—

No-one has ever looked at you like that before.

And you won’t remember it tomorrow.

“Come on,” he prompts, nudging you towards the car, and you start to walk, though you’re dragging your feet. “I want to hear all of the association’s dirtiest secrets while I still can.”

“Tara has a crush on the new weapon specialist, you know.”

Sylus blinks, then laughs— a tender, comfortable thing. Completely enthralled. “You don’t say,” he beams.

No, you won’t remember it tomorrow.

[syneilesis]

[fic] Impact Factor

Impact Factor

Love and Deepspace | Zayne (Li Shen) x Main-Character!Reader | G | 4k words | ao3 link

god, i'm so lovesick. what have you done to me? You tell Zayne that you're co-authoring a research paper. He finds himself wanting and waiting to read it.

A/N: For @seraphiism 's 2024 writing event. I chose Lovesick by Laufey. I know. Zayne? Lovesick? Lmao I don't know if I pulled it off, but I have to write for Zayne at least once.

I gave this fic a single, cursory proofread. Any mistake is still my fault. Divider by @/saradika

“By the way, a professor of mine in college reached out to me last week and asked me if I was interested in co-authoring an article with her on the phenomenology of vocation of the people working in Hunters Association.”

The clacking of the keyboard is crisp and loud in the silverlined office, accompanied by the low hum of the airconditioner. Zayne's attention remains on the computer, updating your status condition. He makes a brief noise to indicate that he's listening, and when he takes his gaze away from the desktop he finds you watching him with a faint grin on your face.

“Do you want me to guess your reply?”

That faint grin grows wide and whole.

“What do you think?”

Zayne leans back and rolls his chair a little farther, reaching out to turn on the printer. The machine whirls to life, chatters.

“You accepted the offer, of course.” He returns to his laptop and clicks on the print icon. “You don't have the heart to refuse your professor.”

“Dr. Zayne, you know me so well.”

Something in the way you said it compels him to turn to you again. Your expression hasn't changed, but the fall of your hair frames your slightly narrowed eyes that sparkle under the bright fluorescent light, like rare midday stars. It staggers the beats of Zayne's heart for two seconds, seizes his throat, and in that sliver of a moment Zayne forgets to breathe.

“Maybe it's because you're transparent,” he says, after retrieving the prescription from the printer. He hands you the paper, and surprise stretches your features. He clarifies: “Supplements. Undoubtedly you will need it when you begin your research.”

“Nothing less from my doctor.” My. The word is malleable around your mouth. And then: “I'm transparent? Is that a bad thing?”

“It's not a flaw.” He signs the healthcare forms you passed onto him. “But neither is it a virtue.”

“Hmm. Then, I guess I'll watch myself.”

His head jerks at your response, and Zayne has something to say to that—something like your not needing to be conscious of how open you are—but then your watch beeps and you apologize for the sudden departure.

Alone in his office, Zayne sinks into his chair and closes his eyes.

▼

That exchange, brief yet odd, lingers in Zayne's mind, like a stone at the base of his brain, next to the stem and cerebellum. He can feel its weight, its matter, solid and bothersome that at one point Greyson stops and asks him, “Are you okay, Dr. Zayne? You seem to be distracted today.”

A flash of memory; the word transparent, your answer. Were it not for the emergency mission, he would have hastened to add that transparency is closely associated with sincerity—and that is a virtue. He imagines a version of you as secretive as a glacier, as closed-off as a fortress, and the dissonance it invites rings discordant in the history between you—you who have always reached out to him first.

His hands itch for the phone that's secluded in one of his drawers, away from distraction, from memory. Zayne is, after all, duty first, the rest a distant second.

“It's nothing,” he tells Greyson. “I'm fine.”

“Maybe it's time for a vacation? You've been busy—busier than usual—lately.”

“I'll take a vacation at the end of the year. Right now, you're needed in the meeting room for a briefing.”

When Greyson clears the area, Zayne turns and sees Yvonne near the entrance of the lobby, studying him, her face arranged in a way that invites him to defend himself for some reason. But he resists the irrational urge.

He meets her scrutiny with a long and stoic gaze, and she shakes her head, wordless, then continues on with her work.

Left in the hallway, Zayne sighs and goes back to his office.

▼

“Dr. Zayne!”

Shapes of different colors coalesce into your reflection on the glass that displays the myriad cakes Zayne's been deliberating upon for the last fifteen minutes. The figure looms larger and larger, until it sidles up next to him and he straightens up, turning to his side.

“What a coincidence,” you continue with a glancing smile, hand on your chin as you survey the available pastries for purchase. “Are you buying desserts too?”

Earlier, Akso Hospital had a rare moment of slowness that allowed its personnel to indulge in a breather, which afforded Zayne to clock out on time. As a treat—and he will never admit this to anyone—he's stopped by the bakeshop on the way home, and to his surprise, here you are as well.

To your question he can only give a noncommittal sound; then to the cashier he points at the sea salt caramel vanilla slice that he's wanted to try for a while now. Both you and the cashier let out an intrigued Oh! before the purchase is processed at the register.

“Sea salt caramel vanilla,” you say with an evaluatory seriousness, “good choice.”

Zayne pinches the bridge of his nose.

“By the way, I've started on the research project. Been doing some preliminary reading since I don't want to disappoint my former professor. So far I'm doing well—the supplements are a great help!”

The supplements. He had an inkling that, as you are wont to do with every mission, you were rushing into this project with all your mind and body, tunnel-visioned, only the end goal visible in your sights. This unfortunately excludes concerns regarding your health, and Zayne is correct: all nighters and skipped meals, both of which erode the state of a person's health. When you are focused on something, that something takes the highest priority, and he can't always be with you all the time to remind you to take a break, or eat healthy food, or drink water. Which is why: supplements. They're not preventative, but at least they mitigate.

And it seems you're telling the truth: no tightness in your eyes and tautness in the shape of your mouth. In this case—in the case of your aspiration to conceal—you have not changed—or at least attempted to hold yourself back. Something in his chest loosens, smooths the tenseness out of his muscles that Zayne hasn't realized is there.

This is something to ponder, but not at the moment.

“I don't have to remind you that supplements are not substitutes for healthy food and proper sleep, do I?”

“Of course not! Even I know that.” But then your expression turns sheepish. “In practice, that's a little ...”

Zayne pinches the bridge of his nose again.

“But don't worry too much about me, Dr. Zayne! I'm taking care of myself just fine!”

“That doesn't instill much confidence.”

“How about this, then?” And you face him fully, a ready smile brimming with its own confidence and assurance, as radiant as an aurora. “If something happens, you will be the first person I'll turn to.”

At that Zayne pauses. The easy trust you bring between the both of you warms his neck, the back of it, climbing up, up, up to the tips of his ears and to his cheeks. He moves on to the cashier, his back on you.

“Try not to let that 'something' happen, but I know you're too stubborn to listen.”

A chuckle, and then: “I can't make any promises, but I'll try.”

This time, Zayne turns back.

“'Try' implies effort, so I am expecting effort.”

You snap a salute, grinning. “Got it, Doc!”

▼

The day after that, Zayne begins to read up on the subject of phenomenology.

▼

It won't be a couple of weeks until Zayne sees you again—but this time it's under the harsh hospital lights and the din of frantic footsteps and rolling wheels, the mixed scents of blood and antiseptic stinging his nose. A Wanderer surge disrupted the southern part of Linkon, and of the hunters dispatched you had been one of them.

Zayne glides around the moving bodies, steps never faltering until he finds you tucked in a corner, cradling your broken arm.

When his shadow falls upon your involuted frame, you lift your head and a rueful grin greets him. Your glass-sheen gaze doesn't escape his scrutiny.

He's wearing his white coat, and both of his hands retreat into its pockets, where he closes them into tight fists. If Zayne tilts his head a little more to the right, he can see a lengthy gash that lines along your temple and into your scalp, covered by your blood-crusted hair. He is painfully aware that this is part and parcel of your profession, the risk that endangers a hunter during a mission. A part of him is thankful that today it is only a broken arm and a couple of wounds. It could have been much worse, and Zayne refuses to imagine a scenario where you come into the hospital drained of vitality. A frustrated sigh threatens to spill out of him, but he endures, and just pointedly shoots you a disappointed look.

“So this is all the effort that you mentioned just amounted to.”

“To be fair I was doing well for a couple of hours until I had to rescue a civilian trapped in a damaged building.”

“That is commendable.” And he means it. But—“Follow that nurse with the brown clipboard. He's in charge of injuries like yours. Can you walk that far?”

Your uninjured hand braces against the wall and you pull yourself up, the motion not quite fluid but not a slow stagger either. Zayne would have assisted you, but it seems that you can do it on your own.

“It's my arm that's broken, not my legs.” A wincing smile, and you start to make your way forward. “I know that you have to take care of other people, Dr. Zayne, but thanks for checking up on me.”

Behind him, a nurse calls his name, a signal to go back to his work. There are other patients who need his attention more than you do, and overall you seem fine, still put together. A broken arm can heal over time, given proper medical care. And Zayne knows, intimately, that Akso does not lack for anything.

Still. It's not entirely on purpose, but Zayne calls your name.

“I—” he begins, as you slow down to wait for whatever he's going to say. His throat struggles, constricting and opening in subconscious reflex. “I'd still rather not worry about you like this.”

In and around the space between you and him, the hospital remains astir—shadows and silhouettes slipping in and out of Zayne's sight—until they give way to the blossoming smile on your face, eclipsing everything from the back to the fore, a pinpoint mark on the map.

Later, even as he tends to his patients, your smile persists in Zayne's mind, an afterimage that refuses to disappear behind his eyelids.

▼

Exactly one week after that incident, Zayne receives a bouquet of jasmines and a box of banana bread. Attached to it is a pristine white card with a line written: Don't forget to take care of yourself too!

The card stays in his breast pocket well beyond his working hours, right next to his beating heart.

▼

Days pass, weeks, months, and Zayne finds himself browsing through phenomenology journals during his break in the hopes of seeing your name in one of them. He knows that you'll tell him once it's published, but there's a part of him that clamors for the first touch of knowledge, the letters that make up your name woven in the glowing screen of his tablet.

At the same time, Greyson and Yvonne have bitten into their suspicions—whatever they are, Zayne refuses to ask—and swallowed the succulence as if it's a juicy truth. Often he sees Greyson glancing at him with a shadow of a smile, a quick sleight of hand that when Zayne fully faces him his expression is already ironed out and professional. Yvonne is no better: all glimmering eyes and knowing grins and incessant questions about his mood. Once, he asked the reason for the barrage of questions and Yvonne ignored the frost in his voice and tittered, telling him that sometimes in life, they have to combat the monotony with exciting things.

It worries him somewhat that you and Yvonne and even Greyson have been getting along quite well for a time now.

But your name still doesn't appear, and it doesn't seem to be appearing in the foreseeable future. Still Zayne searches, his fingers already making a habit of typing your name in the bar, his heart beating for a yes.

▼

At some point, he's asked about your progress.

“It's been going well,” you answer. “Professor made some comments about the part in my results and discussion, so I'm going to revise that. I think we can submit it by next month if we maintain the pace.”

After a thoughtful pause, you rest your arms on his desk, cushion your chin on them, and angle him a sly look.

“Are you offering to proofread my work, Dr. Zayne?”

“I may need a box of red pens for that.”

That jolts a laugh out of you, and you recover by sending a mock pout his way.

“I’ll have you know that I was a diligent writer in college! I won in essay writing competitions!”

“Is that so? Then I suppose your first foray in academic publishing will be a successful ‘accepted with minor revisions’ reply from the editor.”

“Of course! Oh, fine, fine. I won’t ask you to proofread the manuscript. You can just wait until it’s published.”

A small, genuine smile. “I’m looking forward to it.”

▼

Eventually, he receives a text that says, We finally submitted the article! Now we just have to wait 🫣

He excuses himself from a cluster of medical professionals talking about the latest breakthroughs in oncology and parks himself beside the long table of drinks. He texts back: Watch out for Reviewer #2. They’re always the culprit.

It takes a full ten minutes before you reply, and during that period of anticipation four individuals have come up to him and attempted to pull him into a conversation about his accomplishments and recent research—one even braving to entice him into applying to another hospital.

Zayne shakes them off as politely as he can (and to that one poacher he gives a cold and resolute no). When his phone beeps, he turns away and redirects his undivided attention to the screen. All your latest message contains is a single salute emoji and the single-word sentence Gotcha! A laugh startles out of him, which Yvonne—having developed an eagle eye for Zayne in the recent weeks—notices and she scurries over to Greyson, bowing their heads in hushed whispers, glancing at him every now and then.

He's realized what they'd been talking about whenever he's in their vicinity, and he's tempted to refute their assumptions and retaliate accordingly. But the stone-weight in his mind had transformed into a persistent itch that does not choose when it strikes. In most cases it's merely annoying, but on rare occasions it is, frankly, merciless. A good-night text echoes in his dreams, and Zayne wakes with a thick sweetness coating the inside of his mouth. A fleeting touch from your worried hand burns the skin of his arm, the heat seeping into the layers until it reaches the subcutaneous tissue, where it spreads all over his body through the veins. He has to evade your glare to hide the ruddiness of his cheeks. Capitulation is the only option he had to choose in the end, and the idea of surrendering to this melts away the reflexive inquiry of when and how and why—a trait he had to hone as a doctor and a researcher.

What else is left when all the signs are pointing to this one immutable conclusion? 

▼

On the day and hour your article is published Zayne is in the middle of a delicate surgery that takes him five hours and two hysterical family members of the patient—even with Evol involved. He emerges from the operating room with good news and exhausted-yet-relieved colleagues, Greyson's smile emerging from the doors the first indicator of a successful operation.

The patient's mother clings to him in tearful gratitude.

He orients the family on the next steps, and as he signs the healthcare forms he discovers a new slice of wound on the back of his hand, thin but lengthy. He has long since accepted that his hands, his arms, will forever be spattered with scars, and if that's the price he has to pay for saving lives, then it's of no consequence to him.

(Once, he had caught your gaze glued to his hands, so he snapped his fingers, startling you into looking at his face.

“What was that for?” you demanded.

“You're not paying attention.”

“I was just—” you bit your lip, torn. A pause, then: “Did they hurt—each one of them?”

He glanced down and studied each scar. Too many, you'd probably think. But not once had they bothered him.

“I never even noticed them in the first place, so no.”

“Okay.” Your eyes were crystal glass and the deep breath you took was stuttering in all its inelegance. “Okay.”)

A sliver of a break provides him the opportunity to sink into reprieve, and his hand gropes for his phone on the desk, peeking out under a sheaf of documents that he has to fill out later.

A cursory look at the screen, and then Zayne is leaping for the computer.

The research article you and your professor had written is kept behind a paywall. Zayne spares a moment to shut his eyes in irritation. He's fortunate that his university library account is still active, so he utilizes that privilege to gain access to the article’s full version, made available by the university’s database.

When the file loads, he syncs it to his tablet, after which he leans back on the chair and settles to read. He can locate which parts you had a hand in writing, and the parts where your style comes out. It isn't his field, but he has read enough to venture that the insights of this paper are valuable. Unwittingly, a proud smile surfaces on his lips.

At the end of the article, in the acknowledgment section, something is curiously written:

The co-author is grateful for the moral and medical support of Akso Hospital's Dr. Zayne. Dr. Zayne, would you like to have dinner with me? As a date. Yes, I'm asking you out.

Zayne’s mind blanks out and the itch returns, scrabbling at the walls of his skull, loud and frenetic and overwhelming all his senses. His entire body warms and the sensation of crawling needles prickle at his skin. Everything is white noise; his heart threatens to jump out of his ribcage. He gets the ridiculous thought that he can't perform a surgery on himself.

The next thing he knows, he's driving his car at the same time dialing your number. The car speakers amplify the ringing tone once his phone is attached to the dashboard. Both his hands tightly grip the steering wheel.

When the call connects, he opens with “What would you do if I hadn't read your article?”

He can practically hear the smile in your voice; it resounds around the car interior. “That's not an option, Dr. Zayne. You would have definitely read the article.”

Laughter bubbles up inside him; he tamps it down. “Confident now, are we?”

“Of course!” A pause; a shuffle of feet. You must be heading to another room. “I hear car engine, where are you now?”

“On the way to your apartment.”

“Wait, don't—go to this restaurant instead. I'll text you the address. I have it all reserved and ready.”

He blinks once, twice, surprise slackening the muscles on his face. “... You haven't even heard my answer yet.”

“You can tell me at the restaurant. And then we'll celebrate with excellent food, excellent wine, and scrumptious desserts.”

“You sound so certain about receiving a positive response.”

“I'm optimistic that way, Dr. Zayne. I'm heading out now—I'll see you in a bit!”

You hang up, and the speakers beep into silence. Two seconds later Zayne presses the hazard switch. The car slows down and then comes to a halt on the side of the road. Other vehicles zoom past him. Without the need to drive, Zayne can finally give in to the urge to exhale aloud and let out a brief yet astounded laugh, forehead pressing against the leather smoothness of the steering wheel.

You've always been transparent. But Zayne has made the crucial mistake of neglecting the fact that you are also clever. If this were a competition, you've already won.

▼

You're already at the restaurant when he arrives, sat on the corner facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, the shifting lights outside dancing over your serene profile. Your elbows rest on the table, where everything is already set up except the food. A vase of red roses at the center completes the picturesque scene.

You lift your head and welcome him with a triumphant grin once he's a few steps away. And when he settles on the chair opposite you, you lean forward and stare at him expectantly.

“You could have asked like a normal person,” Zayne begins.

“I could have,” you agree, nodding, “but I like it this way. I like to get closer to you through the things you do.”

Another moment of Zayne getting caught off-center: the warmth flushing outward from the core of his body like vibrant ink on clean, clear water. He has to lower his gaze from the sheer brilliance of your certainty, the way your patience and care have allowed this moment between the two of you, something that he has never imagined culminating like this: two people sitting opposite each other, in this softly lit restaurant while the world bursts into festive lights outside it. The tender way your hand moves across the table, stopping right before the flower vase, as if affording him the liberty to arrive at a decision Zayne has already made, many, many months (years) ago, just buried under the strata of responsibilities, boundaries, and improbabilities.

Never the when, never the how, never the why. It is, only, sublimely, this.

Zayne sighs with a rueful shake of his head. “It's not yet too late—maybe I should answer by publishing my own research article.” But the hand meeting yours belies his words.

Your smile: pleased, pleasure, like the sun emerging from the winter sky.

He's too occupied with the touch of your hand and the radiance of your expression that Zayne misses the throwaway comment that tumbles past his lips:

“If we're talking about getting closer through doing the things the other does, then I suppose I should propose to you when we're in the middle of a Wanderer invasion.”

And then he realizes what he just said.

Zayne whips his head up, heart in throat, and scrambles for an excuse. “What I meant was—”

“Getting ahead of ourselves now, are we?” Your face is pure indulgence, pure bliss. Your hand squeezes his, not letting go. “Don't worry, Dr. Zayne; I'm looking forward to it.”

And that lustrous smile, sustained. Zayne relaxes and you release him to clap your hands together, delighted.

“Now then! Shall we have our dinner?”

▼

(You have, indeed, delivered in all aspects: excellent food, excellent wine, and scrumptious desserts.)

[lndsismaeverything]

Lnds writing ideas

Because I'm too lazy to write and just want to blush, giggle and read 🫠

If u decided to write one of these ideas PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAG ME 🥹 so I can read your lovely work

Or if someone already wrote something alike also please tag me ♪～(´ε｀　)

ʚ Xavier, zayne, rafayell , sylus ɞ

Showing of that they are married

lnds men getting hit on and they just flash the ring on is ring finger " sorry but I'm already taken" and pull you by the shoulder so they can see who his lover is 🤭

Being a girl dad

Lnds men having daughters and they just spoil them rotten " daddy can I have that please? " when ur about to say no because she has gotten way too many gifts from her daddy. But your husband already pulled his wallet and ready to pay " anything for my lil princess "

Who are u?

MC got hurt and in the hospital and decided to play a prank on them by saying " who are u?" Inspired by rafayell 🤭

I wish you where real

MC dreaming about lnds and crying while being comforted by them

MC : I love you...

Lnds men : but I'm not real....

MC : I wish you where real...

Lnds: I wish you where fictional

Reader wakes up next to heir was her phone still on and showing the lnds men sleeping and also waking up (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `)♡ (I really need this to be written )

First day of school

Lnds men dropping of their kid(s) of the first day of school ( kindergarten ) how well will the kids take it? Knowing rafayell and his kid both will cry 🤭

Kid(s) crying " is mommy okay? "

The kids crying bec they heard mommy screaming ( in pleasure ✧(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧) the dads go check on them while mommy put her clothes back on and go check on them. The moment you enter they hugged u and glare at daddy " is mommy okay? Did daddy hurt you? I going with you if u divorced daddy " lnds men taken a back

Double trouble

When lnds men have sons that looks exactly like them and also have their personalities

I see that sylus would have twins son and will make trouble around the house and the city of onychinus

Xavier and his son would make a Mother's Day breakfast you all know how that will go

Zayne and his son would sneak into the kitchen for a midnight snack, at first zayne caught his son but since this son has his intelligence he would " dad I won't tell mommy about u also sneaking for a midnight sweet snack if you don't tell her about me too" zayne would chuckle at his son smart ass " deal" but both got caught a few minutes later 🤭

Rafayell and his son would fight over your love. You can fight me but hear me out rafayell son would be a total mamas boy (ง ͠° ͟ʖ #)ง rafayell being rafayell " hey hands of my precious wife I got her first waited 800 years for not to get stollen by a child that only came after 4 years "

Lnds men with Baby fever

You already know (*´﹃｀*)

Drunken moment

Them helping you pick out a nail design

I'm here (sylus)

Lnds reaction breaking the bed

[qinluna]

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི LOVE & DEEPSPACE AS SONGS FROM THE TAKE ME BACK TO EDEN ALBUM BY SLEEP TOKEN.

XAVIER

— CHOKEHOLD i've seen my days unfold // done the impossible // i'd turn my walls to gold // to bring you home again — AQUA REGIA well, my past is a holy book // a call from olympus, ringing off the hook // between the pain and the way you look // i'm stuck in a time where the mountains shook

ZAYNE

— THE APPARITION don't wait, 'cause this could be the last time // you turn up in the reveries of my mind // i wake up to a suicide frenzy // loaded dreams still leave me empty — EUCLID if my fate is a bad collision // and if my mind is an open highway // give me the twilight two-way vision // give me one last ride on a sunset sky lane

RAFAYEL

— THE SUMMONING i've got a river running right into you // i've got a blood trail, red in the blue // something you say or something you do // the taste of the divine — ASCENSIONISM rose gold chains, ripped lace, cut glass // blood stains on the collar, please, just don't ask // be the first to the feast, let's choke on the past // and take to the broken skies at last

SYLUS

— RAIN and i know, i know, i am what i am // the mouth of the wolf, the eyes of the lamb // so darling, will you saturate? — VORE will we remain stuck in the throat of gods? // will the pain stop if we go deeper? // so let's get swallowed whole // i want to go where nobody else will ever go — TAKE ME BACK TO EDEN and i don't know what's got its teeth in me // but i'm about to bite back in anger // no amount of self-sought fury // will bring back the glory of innocence

CALEB

— ARE YOU REALLY OKAY? and don't you know // i can see it in you even now // and don't you know // i want to help you but i don't know how — DYWTYLM and my reflection just won't smile back at me like i know it should // and i would turn into a stranger in an instant if i could // and there is something eating me alive, i don't know what it is // maybe not that you conceal your feelings, they just don't exist — GRANITE between the secondhand smoke and the glass on the street // you gave me nothing whatsoever but a reason to leave // you say you want me, but you know i'm not what you need // but i am

[authorred]

Fragmented Smile | Li Shen/Zayne x gn!Reader | Love and Deepspace

➺ Preface: Zayne, the cardiac prodigy of his generation, wakes from a dream where you are lost to a horde of wanderers, and die protecting him. He realizes that, despite his inability to verbally express his love for you, he needs you, even if he can't say it the way he wants to. He's wants you to know. Needs you to know.

➺ Inspired by the song Die With A Smile (Lady Gaga/Bruno Mars), and Zayne's Tender Moments: Fragmented Dreams. Reader has fire-inspired evol.

→ Song → Tender Moments

Warning(s): None

The sheets below begin to frost over, prickling cold spreading across the cotton, licking at the fibers. Sweat accumulates on Zayne's forehead, his fingers twitching in his sleep. Whatever he was dreaming of, it's not pleasant, as most of his dreams tend to not be. Growling, roars, the sound of gunshots and guts spilling ring out in his head--not focused on anything in particular except you.

You.

Fighting off a horde of wanderers, protecting him, putting yourself in harm's way whilst he can't do anything but watch from the sidelines, his evol exacerbating in and outside of his dream.

He's losing you.

Oh god, he's losing you.

He can't. You're his everything. What will he have left if he loses his everything? His reason for being?

"Zayne?"

With a startle, Zayne's eyes snap open, his breaths shaky and ragged as the adrenaline ebbs and flows through his body. It takes him a moment to orient himself, to ground himself and remember where he is, who he's with--who's lying next to him.

"Zayne?" Your soft voice rings out in concern. "Another nightmare?"

Zayne's virescent eyes glance at you, taking in your face, your body, your being; you're breathing. "I'm okay," he replies softly. "I'm sorry for waking you. Please, go back to sleep."

You gaze at him, obviously knowing there's more--of course there is. The bed is turned into a popsicle. With slow, deliberate movements, your finger trails across the frost and ice, melting it away and subsequently drying it with your fire evol. "I can't go back to sleep after that," you say softly. "What happened?"

Zayne watches as you melt the ice, feeling oddly akin to it right now. Your fire melting his ice, gently, warmly, kindly. "I dreamt of a horde of wanderers," he replies, his voice soft and raspy from sleep. "They were surrounding Akso hospital."

You hum softly, signaling you're listening to him.

"You were the one protecting me in my dream," he continues, his eyes still on your finger. "But then. . . you got lost in the horde. I couldn't see you anymore. I thought. . . I thought I was losing you."

When you're done thawing the bed of the evidence of his nightmare, you tuck your arm back into your chest. "I would never go where you can't see. You know that," you reply softly. "I will always find my way back to you, even if I have to crawl."

Zayne's eyes finally move up to meet yours, their softness belying the fear.

"I'll always be here," you assure. "Always."

Zayne says nothing and just leans his head forward, pressing his forehead against yours. His eyes close, your warmth soothing his coldness, his fear. He is not a man of many words, preferring his actions to speak louder than he. And right now, his actions show that he needs this. Your touch. Your warmth, your voice, your everything.

You scoot closer and reach your hand up to gently caress his cheek, rubbing your thumb over his cool cheek. "I always wanna be next to you," you whisper. "Even if the world is ending. There's no one else I'd rather be with."

Zayne lets out an almost imperceptible breath. If you weren't so close, you would've missed it. His large, scarred hand comes up to rest on top of yours, gently grabbing it. He turns his head and places a soft kiss on your palm, his eyes still closed. "Wherever you go, I'll follow," he murmurs.

"Please. Don't go where I can't follow."

[kyleoreillylover]

SamiJey x Fem!Black!Reader Headcannons

Summary: What's it like being in a relationship with Main Event Jey Uso and Sami Zayn?

tagged: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more @selena-tyler-564 @saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant @raya-hunter01 @afterdarkprincess

word count: 3,563

warnings: nsfw!!

a/n: samiijey brainrot and this is the only way I can cope with it. Hope ya'll enjoy this!

gif credits: samijey on tumblr.

Jey is the most protective out of the three of you. He is a hothead and would die for the people he loves—and you and Sami being his partners means double the protection, double the fierceness. But sometimes, that protectiveness can border on possessiveness, especially when it comes to matters of the heart.

If someone looks at you wrong, or if someone so much as breathes a hint of disrespect towards Sami, Jey's fists are ready to fly. It's both endearing and exhausting, his unwavering loyalty sometimes feeling like a heavy weight to bear. But you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Sami is the calming presence in your relationship, the one who brings a sense of peace and stability amidst the chaos. With his gentle demeanor and soothing words, he has a way of diffusing tense situations and calming the storm within both you and Jey. Sami's strength lies not in his fists, but in his unwavering support and understanding. He's the one who listens intently to your concerns, who offers comfort in times of need, and who never fails to see the good in people, even when it's hard. And you and Jey love that about him.

You are in the middle. If Jey is the fierce protector and Sami is the calming presence, then you are the glue that holds them together. You're the one who keeps the balance, the mediator in their occasional clashes, and the voice of reason when emotions run high. Both men would do anything for you, and you feel the weight of their love and loyalty every day.

Jey and Sami go feral when you wear their merch in the ring. It doesn't even have to be anything revealing, just a simple hoodie with one of their names etched onto it, but the sight of you proudly wearing their merch ignites a fierce sense of pride and possessiveness within them, and trust that they will kiss and be all over you whenever you do, and that you should hope the locker room is empty when you walk in wearing their gear, because they're liable to forget they're in public.

Jey's grills are something you and Sami are obsessed with. Point blank period. Sami will shyly ask him to keep them on during sex or whenever you kiss, but you are more confident about asking him. Most of your conversations about them go like this.

"You better keep those grills on for tonight."

Jey looked at you with a smirk. "Why?"

You smirked back at him. "Because they make you look so damn sexy, that's why."

Jey chuckles, his smirk widening. "Oh, you like that, huh? I can definitely keep them on for you, baby."

Sami blushed furiously at Jey's cocky tone. "Um, yeah, I mean, if you're comfortable with it, I wouldn't mind… I mean, if it's not too much trouble…"

"Don't be shy, baby." Jey smirked at Sami, and you can feel the heat rising in the room as both Jey and Sami's gazes lock onto you, their desire palpable in the air.

"I'm more than comfortable, sweetheart," Jey purrs, his voice low and husky as he steps closer, the glint of his grills catching the light. "Anything to please my two favorite people."

Sami nods, still blushing but unable to hide the spark of excitement in his eyes. "Yeah, I mean… if you want to, Jey. It's… it's really hot."

With a mischievous grin, Jey leans in, his lips hovering dangerously close to Sami's. "What else do you find hot, baby?"

And in that moment, you know tonight is going to be one for the books.

Jey loves to take on the traditional men role in taking care of his partners. Whether it's fixing things around the house, cooking hearty meals, or simply being there to provide a strong shoulder to lean on, Jey embraces his role as the provider with pride. He finds fulfillment in being able to support you and Sami in any way he can, always putting your needs and happiness above his own.

Sami, on the other hand, thrives in the role of the nurturer. He's the one who remembers birthdays and anniversaries, who surprises you with little acts of kindness and affection when you least expect it. Sami's love language is all about showing how much he cares through his actions, whether it's cooking your favorite meal, leaving sweet notes for you to find, or simply holding you and Jey close and whispering words of love and encouragement.

You are the one that ties it all together, balancing the dynamic between Jey's protectiveness and Sami's nurturing nature. While they each have their strengths, you bring your own unique qualities to the relationship. You're the one who plans the adventures, the spontaneous road trips, and the cozy nights in. You're the listener, the problem solver, and the voice of reason when emotions run high. You know just how to calm Jey's fiery temper and reassure Sami's anxious thoughts. You're the one that makes them feel like they don't even have to think when they are with you, because you understand them on a level that no one else does. You take care of the emotional needs of both Jey and Sami, offering them comfort and understanding in times of vulnerability. You're the rock they can always rely on, the constant presence in their lives that brings them stability and reassurance.

Jey is usually on top when you, him and Sami are intimate together. His dominant nature and strength make him naturally gravitate towards that position, and it's not like you or Sami are complaining. If he wants to drive you both crazy, he knows exactly how to do it, his confident demeanor and skilled hands leaving you both craving for more.

But there are times when he's willing to let go of control, to let himself be vulnerable with you and Sami, trusting you both to lead the way and guide him through moments of intimacy with tenderness and care.

Sami, on the other hand, is more fluid in his approach to intimacy. He's not afraid to explore different positions and techniques, always eager to learn and discover new ways to pleasure you and Jey. His sensitivity and empathy make him attuned to your needs and desires, and he takes great pleasure in seeing you both lost in ecstasy under his touch. He loves that you and Jey trust him with your pleasure, trust him to bring you both to new heights of ecstasy and intimacy.

You go on top only when you were in a bratty mood and wanted to tease Jey and Sami a bit. It’s rare, but when it does happen, Jey and Sami find it incredibly arousing and exhilarating. Seeing you take charge and assert your dominance ignites a primal desire within them, and they eagerly surrender to your every whim and command. If you told them to get on their knees and beg, they would do it without hesitation, eager to please you and fulfill your every desire.

"Did I say that you could take your clothes off?" you tease, a playful smirk dancing on your lips as you stand at the foot of the bed, arms crossed over your chest.

Jey and Sami exchange a glance, their eyes dark with desire as they sat on the bed, fully clothed and ready to obey your every command. They're like two eager puppies waiting for their next instruction, and you revel in the power you hold over them in this moment.

"No, you didn't," Jey replies, his voice low and husky, a hint of anticipation laced in his words.

Sami nods eagerly, his cheeks flushed with excitement. "We're sorry, baby. We'll do whatever you say."

You let out a soft chuckle, enjoying the way they hang onto your every word. "Good boys," you purr, stepping closer to them until you're within arm's reach. "Now, strip."

They waste no time in obeying your command, their movements eager and synchronized as they shed their clothes, revealing toned bodies and hungry gazes that send a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

As they stand before you, completely exposed and vulnerable, you feel a surge of power coursing through your veins. It's intoxicating, the way they submit to you so willingly, their desire laid bare for you to see.

With a wicked grin, you circle around them, trailing your fingertips lightly over their skin, reveling in the way they shiver at your touch. They're putty in your hands, ready to be molded and shaped according to your every whim.

"Get on the bed," you command, your voice dripping with authority as you watch them eagerly comply, sinking onto the mattress with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. They lie there, waiting for your next move, their eyes locked onto yours with a hunger that mirrors your own.

You climb onto the bed, straddling Jey's hips while Sami watches with rapt attention, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he waits for his turn. You lean down, capturing Jey's lips in a heated kiss, your hands roaming over his chest as you feel the heat building between you.

Sami shifts beneath you, his arousal evident as he watches the two of you with a mixture of desire and longing. You break the kiss with Jey, turning your attention to Sami as you reach out to stroke his cheek, your touch gentle yet possessive.

"You're next, baby," you whisper, your voice husky with desire as you lean in to claim his lips in a passionate kiss. Sami responds eagerly, his hands tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss with a hunger that leaves you gasping for air.

You pulled away when you feel Jey's hands on your hips, his touch grounding you as he pulls you back towards him, his own desire evident as he presses his lips against your neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses in his wake.

"You," You turned to Jey, and he automatically lifts his head, his gaze locking onto yours with a mixture of passion and longing. "Yes, baby?" he murmurs, his voice low and husky with desire.

"You're going to watch and kiss me," you continue, your tone firm but playful as you shift your position, straddling Sami's hips instead. "And you're going to enjoy every moment of it."

Jey's eyes widen with anticipation, a spark of excitement igniting in their depths as he watches you with eager anticipation. He knows exactly what you have in mind, and the thought alone sends a shiver of anticipation down his spine.

Sami looks up at you with a mixture of surprise and arousal, his hands trembling as they come to rest on your hips. "Are you sure?" he asks, his voice barely more than a whisper as he searches your face for any sign of hesitation.

You meet his gaze with a playful smirk, your eyes alight with mischief as you lean in to press a teasing kiss to his lips. "I'm sure," you purr, your voice dripping with confidence as you reach down to guide him inside you."Now, get ready for the ride of your life."

The cheat code to making any one of you succumb to your whims was either biting or teasing. Jey couldn't resist a playful nibble on his earlobe, his neck, or his lower lip. It sent shivers down his spine and awakened a primal need to possess and protect you, to show you just how much you belonged to him.

Sami, on the other hand, melted under the gentle touch of your fingers tracing patterns along his skin, teasing him with feather-light caresses and whispered promises of pleasure. His breath hitched, his heart raced, and he surrendered himself completely to the intoxicating sensation of your touch.

You couldn’t resist when Jey would kiss at your neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your skin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His hands would roam your body, exploring every curve and dip with a possessive hunger that sent shivers down your spine. You would arch into his touch, your breath coming in ragged gasps as he marked you as his own, leaving love bites and bruises in his wake.

And when Sami whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his voice a soothing melody that wrapped around you like a warm embrace, you couldn't help but melt into him. His hands would caress you with a gentleness that belied the fire burning beneath the surface, his lips trailing soft kisses along your skin as he worshipped you with every touch. His touch was like fire and ice, alternating between scorching passion and soothing tenderness, leaving you breathless and yearning for more.

Jey loved teasing Sami the most. He would playfully taunt him, knowing exactly how to push his buttons in the best way possible. Whether it was poking fun at his blushing cheeks when he would kiss you in public, or teasing him about his affectionate nature, Jey delighted in seeing Sami's reactions, his laughter ringing out like music to his ears. But it was all in good fun, and Jey made sure to shower Sami with love and affection afterwards, his teasing always followed by tender kisses and whispered words of adoration.

When Sami speaks French or Arabic, you and Jey are fucking gone. It's almost comical the way you both practically turn into puddles of goo whenever Sami switches to his native languages. When he makes love to you both, if he speaks French or Arabic, his words take on a whole new level of intensity and passion, igniting a fire within you both that burns hotter than anything you've ever known.

There's something about the way Sami's voice rolls off his tongue in those languages, the way every word drips with emotion and desire, that leaves you both weak-kneed and breathless. It's like he's weaving a spell with his words, drawing you both closer with every syllable until you're lost in a haze of pleasure and ecstasy. It doesn't matter if you understand French or Arabic or not; the sheer power and emotion behind Sami's words transcend language barriers, leaving you and Jey utterly captivated and completely at his mercy.

On the rare occasion that Jey speaks Samoan when he's kissing you and Sami, both of you are equally enthralled, your hearts pounding with a mixture of excitement and desire as Jey's deep, rumbling voice washes over you like a tidal wave. There's something primal and intoxicating about hearing Jey speak in his native tongue, the words flowing effortlessly from his lips as he whispers sweet nothings and declarations of love in Samoan.

If someone flirts with your men, you become a jealous girlfriend, and it's comical the way your usual kind and composed demeanor completely evaporates in the face of jealousy. It's like a switch flips inside you, and suddenly, you're fiercely protective of Jey and Sami, unwilling to let anyone encroach on what's yours. Your jaw clenches, your fists tighten, and a fire ignites in your eyes as you glare daggers at anyone who dares to flirt with your men.

Jey and Sami find it both amusing and endearing, the way you puff up like an angry cat ready to defend its territory. They also get very turned on, and you can expect that you won't be able to walk the next day without feeling the repercussions of their arousal.

You have a tendency to take on too much that it leaves you feeling overwhelmed at times. You're the type who wants to make sure everything is perfect for Jey and Sami, often putting their needs above your own. Whether it's planning elaborate date nights, coordinating their schedules, or just being there for them whenever they need you, you always go above and beyond to ensure their happiness and well-being.

But in doing so, you sometimes neglect your own needs and forget to take care of yourself. You push yourself to the limit, trying to juggle too many responsibilities at once and refusing to ask for help when you need it. You're so used to being the one who holds everything together that you forget it's okay to lean on Jey and Sami for support sometimes, to let them take care of you the way you take care of them. It's something they've noticed and talked to you about, gently reminding you that they're here for you too, that you don't have to bear the weight of the world on your shoulders alone. They want to be there for you, to support you and lift you up when you're feeling down. They want you to know that they love you just as much as you love them, and that they'll always be there for you, no matter what. They'll do small things like bringing you breakfast in bed, running you a hot bath after a long day, or simply holding you close and whispering words of love and encouragement in your ear. They want you to know that you're not alone, that you have them by your side every step of the way.

At your best, you are a thoughtful partner that does everything before anyone can even think of it. You anticipate their needs, their desires, and their wishes, and you go above and beyond to fulfill them. At your worst, you can be stubborn and overly self-sacrificing, refusing to let anyone else bear the burden of your problems or share in your struggles. When you're in struggle mode, you shut off your brain and let Sami and Jey take the lead and make all the decisions.

You feel airy and disconnected, as if you're floating through life without any direction or purpose as Jey and Sami take care of you, make sure you're fed and rested, and gently guide you back to yourself. It's like a puppy that's lost its way, and your partners are the ones patiently leading you back home.

You constantly have to cake your neck with makeup because Sami and Jey always leave marks on it when they get too carried away. You always complain about having to cover up the love bites, but deep down, you secretly love them. They're like little reminders of the passionate moments you share with Jey and Sami, tangible evidence of the love and desire that burns between you. They may leave marks that you have to hide from the rest of the world, but they also leave marks on your heart that no amount of makeup could ever conceal.

Jey is very physically affectionate. His love language is physical touch, and he expresses his affection through hugs, kisses, and cuddles. He's the type of partner who isn't afraid to show his love openly, whether it's holding your hand in public or wrapping you up in a tight embrace when you're feeling down. His touch is warm and comforting, grounding you in the present moment and reminding you of his unwavering devotion. Jey's hugs are like a safety net, a place where you can always find solace and reassurance no matter what life throws your way. And when he kisses you, it's like fireworks exploding in the sky, igniting a spark of passion and desire that burns brighter with each passing moment.

Sami, on the other hand, expresses his affection through acts of service and quality time. He's the type of partner who shows his love through his actions, whether it's cooking your favorite meal, running errands for you when you're busy, or simply spending quality time together doing things you both enjoy. Sami's presence is like a warm blanket on a cold winter's night, enveloping you in a sense of comfort and security that makes you feel loved and cherished. And when he looks at you with those soulful eyes, you can't help but melt under his gaze, knowing that you're the center of his world.

As for you, your love language is a combination of words of affirmation and physical touch. You thrive on verbal expressions of love and appreciation, craving the reassurance that comes from hearing those three little words: "I love you." But you also find solace in physical affection, whether it's a gentle caress or a passionate kiss. You also love gift-giving, and watching your boys' eyes light up when you buy them their favorite limited edition sneakers or surprise them with tickets to their favorite band's concert brings you immense joy.

When it's those long days on the road where all you want to do is curl up into the familiar warmth of your partners' arms, you find solace in the small moments shared between the three of you. Whether it's cuddling together in bed after a long day of traveling, sharing inside jokes and laughter over dinner, driving to the next city with their hands, resting on your thigh, the windows fogged up by some adulterous activities, or simply holding hands as you walk through the bustling streets of a new city, you wouldn't trade your boys for anything for the world. And that was a fact.

And if anyone else had anything else to say about that, they should be prepared for Jey to knock some sense into them. Cause he don't play about the people he loves.

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics where Louis and Harry get married and have a wedding in the fic. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) The Nuptial Blessing | Explicit | 3,576 words

The sweet smell of strawberries and cinnamon engulfed the entire room. He held his breath as Louis walked down the aisle to the altar. His omega looked like a walking angel- an ethereal beauty not belonging to this world, yet he was for Harry to ravage tonight.

2) I Fell For You Like A Star Falls From The Skies | Not Rated | 6,433 words

Note: This fic is the fifth part in a series but can be read alone.

Love isn't instant. you don't lock eyes and know that you want to be with someone forever, life just doesn't work that way. But the love that Louis and Harry have for each other comes pretty damn close. Wedding bells are ringing for your favorite couple, and dammit are they ready to be Mr. and Mr. Styles.

3) Please, Don’t Say You Want Me | Teen & Up | 9,320 words

Prompt 496: ABO/royalty AU. Where Omega Prince Louis is forced to marry alpha King Harry by his father for the benefit of their kingdom. After the wedding, Harry lets Louis know that he didn’t want a mate and to not expect a relationship from him. Since they are already mated, Harry has to officially reject Louis’s omega to break ties. This practice is so taboo that he doesn’t know the omega has a maximum of a year left to live after rejection. As time goes on, the omega gets weaker and weaker.

4) Won't See It Coming Til It's Already Gone | Explicit | 12,631 words

“Tell me that this is a fake,” Peter says, slapping a handful of papers against Louis’ chest. He says something else, something loud and demanding, barely even pausing for a breath, but Louis doesn’t hear it. All he hears is the sound of his own breathing, the sound of his own heartbeat. Because this - this looks like a marriage certificate. For a minute, everything stills, quiets. Louis drags his eyes up, meets Harry’s gaze, fixed on him. Then the noise is back, shouting voices clamoring to be heard over each other, and Harry is still staring at him. The ring that Louis hadn’t been able to stop noticing in the loo weighs heavily on his hand. His left hand.

5) Falling Down For You | Explicit | 14,750 words

If there was an alpha that Louis wanted to call his, it would be Harry. But what happens when an arranged marriage, a hungry press, and doubts get in the way?

6) Dreams Can't Take The Place Of Loving You | Explicit | 15,496 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

In which Liam is the go-to ring guy, Niall's relentless, Zayn is family, and Harry and Louis are disgusting.

7) Life Won't Wait | Explicit | 20,327 words

Note: This fic is the third part in a series, so we'd read the other two fics first.

It’s not until the third attempt goes terribly, horribly wrong that Harry realizes Louis is doing it on purpose. All he can do is sit back in his chair, narrow his eyes, and watch as Louis pats the waiter on the back pseudo-helpfully, pretending like he’s actually doing something that makes up for the fact that he just deliberately tripped a waiter at one of the poshest restaurants in London and caused pasta to be spilled all over the place better. Like a pat on the back could make all of that better. Ten minutes later, they exit the restaurant with absolutely no grace. Harry lets Louis tug him along, shielding him from the worst of the paps, but he doesn’t let up on the glare he’s got going on, directed at Louis’ back. The gossip rags will all be screaming with headlines about how they’ve finally broken up for good, but it doesn’t matter right now.

8) Thawing Permafrost | Explicit | 22,556 words

Louis is from the frozen mountains of Glacien. Harry is from the searing desert of Calidius. They come from opposite worlds, but all it takes is an arranged marriage to bring them together as one.

9) Swept Me Off My Feet (Took My Heart And Took Me Down) | Explicit | 25,447 words

When Louis had decided to reopen his mother's bakery, he never thought a charming alpha would walk in through the door, let alone fall in love with him over tea, dessert and music.

10) You Are My Familiar | Explicit | 27,088 words

Louis loses his dog, and Harry takes in a stray. A whole year passes before they realize that it’s the same dog, and that kind of complicates things.

11) Ours Are The Moments I Play In The Dark | Mature | 30,830 words

Jane Austen’s Persuasion AU. Nine years ago Louis Tomlinson was persuaded to break off his engagement to Harry Styles, a poor sailor. Since then Louis has come to regret being so easily convinced to give up his one chance of happiness. Now Louis’ family is in debt and his childhood home is being sold. In a complete reversal of fortune, Harry has returned to England a wealthy bachelor looking to settle down. Events conspire to bring them together once more though Louis is- must surely be- the last man on earth that Captain Styles would think of now.

12) The List | Mature | 32,094 words

'In the weeks that follow, Harry opens his old journal more than he has in the past two years each time he remembers Venice or thinks about Louis. He always flips to the same random page in the middle of the book, marked by the picture of himself that Louis sent him a few days after they got home. There’s a message on the back that says, ‘Spontaneous looks good on you! See you soon,’ and it makes Harry’s chest warm each time he reads it. He wedges their list out from between the worn pages, and it feels silly staring down at a folded up piece of paper with a strange sense of nostalgia for experiences they’ve yet to have; for places they’ve never even been.'

13) If I Loved You Less | Explicit | 36,139 words

Beautiful omega Louis Tomlinson is set to make his come out in London society and determined to find a mate in his first Season. With the help and protection of his oldest friend, Lord Niall Mendes, he takes Society by storm. Being a wealthy and titled alpha means Lord Harry Styles has grown used to avoiding unmated omegas…until now. This Season he finds himself at every Society event just for a chance to speak with the omega with the flashing blue eyes. Louis has the aristocracy at his feet and all the suitors he could hope for, but his secrets may ruin his chance at a love match.

14) Show Me Life Like I've Never Seen | Mature | 42,948 words

Louis never expected to leave the small art studio three blocks down from his job with anything besides the painting he caught a glimpse of and simply couldn't forget.

15) What A Wicked Thing To Do (To Make Me Dream Of You) | Explicit | 44,444 words

Heirs Louis and Harry have been promised as mates to each other their whole lives. It’s expected that they will be the perfect pair to bring honor to their families. Louis cannot let that happen.

16) Tastes Like Summer, Smiles Like May | Explicit | 47,519 words

A cold prince, an alpha with nothing left to lose and a kingdom with a secret.

17) Lunar Waltz | Explicit | 56,795 words

Louis has to replace his (missing) twin brother and marry one of the most dangerous alphas of the kingdom.

18) Every Story Has Its Scars, Ours Is a Brand New Start | Mature | 62,865 words

Life as a devoted husband and an amazing father turned out to be a little different than Louis had expected. Everyone tells him it doesn't have to be that way; that he's worth more and that he's so much stronger than any one person trying to keep him down. It's all just words though until he meets the one person who makes him truly believe it.

19) I’ve Got You | Explicit | 62,988 words

As a reward for saving the king’s life, Harry is offered omega Prince Louis’ hand in marriage. Neither of them has any interest in the union going forward, and so they concoct a plan to prove to the king that they are far from a perfect match.

20) Mead Of Poetry | Explicit | 65,053 words

Under the pressure of continuing the Styles viscountcy line now that he is getting older, Harry sets himself three rules to finally settle down and marry: firstly, the omega needs to be reasonably attractive, secondly, they must be of great mind, thirdly, they cannot be anyone he would ever fall in love with. Enters Charlotte Tomlinson, the diamond of the first water of the upcoming season and seemingly the perfect candidate to the viscount’s plan, but her omega brother, Louis, is in Harry’s way. Louis only seeks to protect his sister and he sure is not going to let a rake play with her heart.

21) Now I'm Begging for Footnotes in the Story of Your Life | Explicit | 80,742 words

Harry and Louis are engaged, but a few months before the wedding Louis realises that they don't like each other, so instead of ending the engagement two of them go head-to-head in an all out prank war. In the battle of who will end the engagement first.

22) Billow And Breeze (Islands And Seas) | Explicit | 102,506 words

It was bright; that was the first thing Louis could recall. With a groan, he winced at the throbbing behind the sockets of his eyes and rubbed his temples in an effort to soothe the pain. Maybe he really did hit his head when he took his tumble. The omega squinted as he looked at the surrounding rolling hills and fog hanging over the countryside. As strange as it was, the world felt different, though it looked practically the same. Disoriented and confused, Louis padded through the moss and listened for his husband. “Liam?” he croaked shakily. Nothing but a symphony of woodland creatures met his ears. His footsteps were muted by mossy green grass beneath his feet and soil fragrant as he neared the crest of the hill. At the top, he froze, lips parted in horror and eyes widening at the expanse of empty farmland—not a soul in sight. It had only been less than ten minutes prior that he could see Inverness from the crest, but now there was nothing. “Impossible,” he whispered to himself, shaking his head in disbelief—his mind not quite able to make sense of it.

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[sunflowervoltwentyeight]

Happy 28th! Here is my March 2024 fic rec, organized by word count, from longest to shortest. You can view my other fic recs here. Enjoy!

Sunshine, Baby! by staybeautiful / @harruandlou (106k)

Louis was the first one down the row for their group. If he hadn’t been they would have never met.

He was turned around, walking backwards and saying to Liam, “No, I’ll get you to a real footie match next,” when he bumped into someone.

“Oops,” Louis laughed, tripping over his own feet. A hand curled around his upper arm as he nearly fell over the seat in front of him. “Sorry about that, mate.”

He turned around, still teetering in his vans, to apologize again, but the words dried in his throat. Another hand gripped his other elbow, steadying him, but all Louis could see were green eyes and dimples.

“Hi,” the man laughed, a bright, bubbling sound. “Are you okay?”

Or Louis is in his first year of law school, Harry is a junior on the swim team dreaming of the Olympics, and they both agree that they don't have time for anything more than friends with benefits... right?

Follow Your Arrow by Anonymous (78k)

Harry was the golden child, blessed in every way; Niall was the charming miscreant, a bad boy; Liam was the future-son-in-law parents of daughters dreamt of, and Zayn was the kid parents wished was their son. But Louis, Harry thought, Louis was the special one. 

It's senior year and everything is about to change.

Where We Landed by blueskiesrry / @blueskiesrry (70k)

The leaves were green the last time Harry stepped foot in Holmes Chapel, a stark contrast to the candy apple, butterscotch painting them now, years later. Harry first notices them on the train, gazing out the window with a downturned mouth. A warm something floods his stomach–memories, Harry imagines, of him as a boy, longing for the days when he’d live elsewhere and have to take this very train home for the holidays. He wonders how it’s possible to have once felt eager and euphoric at the sight of changing leaves yet now to feel nothing but tired. He sighs softly, turning away from the trees to look at his daughter, half-curled in his lap, asleep.

or: harry returns to his hometown with his sick daughter and more reminders than he bargained for of the boy he once loved when he left a handful of years ago

You'll Always Find Your Way Back Home by styleandsin / @styleandsin (43k)

Now, as he’s standing in the doorway, he’s trying not to get choked up. He hadn’t realized how much he missed this: the smell of his mother’s baking, the sounds of each of his family members, the sight of some of his old toys scattered about the foyer where his littlest siblings had presumably left them. All these things scream home, and he hadn’t felt at home since he left this house eight years ago.

 Louis needs a break from everything, from acting and the constant pressure of life in LA. He decides to move back home for a bit, some time with his family is exactly what can lift his spirits. What he doesn't expect is to fall in love. Both with the town he hated so much so that he couldn't wait to leave it years ago and with a curly haired florist that was the complete opposite of the guys he'd often meet in LA.

Something About Liminal Spaces by kingsofeverything / @kingsofeverything (34k)

Searching for inspiration for his latest book, and hoping distance will help heal his broken heart, Louis Tomlinson heads to the village of Piha on the west coast of New Zealand’s north island.

There he meets Harry Styles.

Fifteen years older than Harry, Louis tries to keep his distance, but Harry is impossible to avoid and harder to ignore.

At Risk, I Fold by clare328 / @bearmustard (15k)

2015 is a stream of hotel rooms and whisky on the rocks, tired glances and touching hands under tables. It’s the bears and the bees under a rainbow sky, and Harry and Louis have to figure out how to grow up together, instead of apart.

Wedding Bells Will Never Ring For Me by lousmoonshine / @lousmoonshine (14k)

After a failed proposal a few years back, Louis gets an unexpected invitation to his ex - Harry’s – wedding

Some Kind of Night Into Your Darkness (Colors Your Eyes With What's Not There) by larryismylifesource (5k)

Harry’s body buzzes with heat, like a current underneath his skin, because it’s been too long and his husband is right here and for once they have no obligations other than each other and he just wants.

“Lou.”

And Louis must sense it, the way the atmosphere shifts against him, the way Harry’s eyes get all big and dark with need, because he meets Harry’s gaze and then yanks him down for another kiss.

or, the boys get a day off in the middle of tour and harry and louis use it to their advantage

[lunaroseblake]

Adrenaline - Zayne x Reader Fanfic Chapter 1

Tags: Drama&Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Injury, Blood, Near Death Experiences, Battle Scenes, Angst, Fluff, Love, Established Relationship, Jealous Zayne, Eventual Smut, Smut, Emotional Roller Coaster, Developing Relationships, Reader Insert, Not Cannon Compliant, Characters May Be OOC, Soo Much Drama And Angst.

Epinephrine, also known as adrenaline, is both a neurotransmitter and a hormone. It plays an important role in your body's fight-or-flight response. It's released in response to a stressful, exciting, dangerous, or threatening situations.

Summary:

Tap. Tap. Tap. His fingers drummed along the white cotton of the tablecloth beneath them. It wasn’t like you to be late, or for you to not answer your messages. The door dinged again making him glance up only to see another couple enter. He decided to call you, holding the phone to his ear after pressing dial only to be greeted with the rhythmic ringing before getting your voicemail. He frowned, his fingers tapping the screen to load up the messages to see it was still on unread.

Or~

You're in a newly established relationship with Zayne which is put to the test when an incident happens in where you rely on him more than anyone, causing a domino effect which disrupts everything you love.

Links:

AO3, Wattpad <- Up to date chapters can be found here, currently on chapter 34 if you want to continue reading there! ^-^

I'll post chapter 1 below, AO3 is always the first place I update and I'm new to posting on Tumblr, especially with writing so I'm not too sure what I'm doing ^-^; Anyway, I hope you enjoy! I love hearing what people have to day about my writing so don't hesitate to let me know thoughts etc :)

Chapter 1: Calm Before The Storm

It had been a somewhat quiet day at the hospital, not that he was complaining and not that he’d ever utter that out loud for fear of jinxing it but everything had gone smoothly, no emergencies or complicated walk-ins. It had given him some time to catch up on paperwork and read through newly published medical papers that he hadn’t managed to get to.

Leaning back in to his chair slightly he grabbed his phone as his index finger pushed his silver framed glassed back to the bridge of his nose. The faintest smile gracing his lips when he saw the pop up notification with a text from you on the lock screen. Slender fingers entered the passcode before clicking on your message. An image of your supposed ‘lunch’ came up - a stack of pancakes covered with syrup, fruit and cream with the text beneath:

Morning office work complete! Having lunch with Xavier and before you say anything, fruit is healthy! I hope you’re taking breaks too, I don’t want you falling asleep on me later.

Shortly followed with:

I can’t wait until our date tonight x

He quickly squashed down the jealousy he felt at seeing the blonde haired mans name and the fact that you were eating lunch with him. He knew that you were only work partners but still, the uncertainty lingered. He sighed, quickly ridding himself of such thoughts, his more rational side kicking in knowing that you were more than loyal. Looking back at the picture his smile was more prominent now as he shook his head in exasperation at your alleged ‘lunch.’ He quickly typed out a reply:

Looking forward to it, though you already seem to have had dessert. No fighting wanderers on a full stomach.

Locking his phone he placed it on his desk before standing and checking his watch. He had a scheduled operation due, nothing too complicated, having made sure that his evening would be free to spend it with you. As he made his way out of his office, his thoughts drifted to you. Ever since you started dating around a month ago it was hard for him to think of much else when you weren’t around him, the thought of your smile was enough to brighten his darkest days. He was slow to progress his relationship with you, even if he had harboured feelings for you for a lot longer than he was willing to admit he wanted to make sure that this was what you wanted. That he was what you wanted.

He knew that he was difficult when it came to expressing how he felt but over time you had managed to thaw his icy personality and only around you did his eyes light up with warmth. As he entered the operating theatre though he knew that he had to be at 100% attention, so anything other than doing his job was banished from his mind. He managed to complete the surgery faster than he’d anticipated which he was pleased about and as he had nothing else scheduled in for the day it meant that he had more time to sort himself out for his date with you this evening.

The restaurant that you were both meeting at wasn’t super expensive, but it was one that expected its customers to at least make some formal effort with their clothing choices. One of his colleagues had mentioned it after raving about how good their food was so he decided to try it. Apparently their head chef used to work at a Michelin star restaurant so his hopes were pretty high.

Zayne could be said that he wasn’t really one for fashion but he knew what did and didn’t flatter him, so when he got home he went to his closet, opting for black turtle neck and black dress pants. One because it was both smart and comfortable and two because he knew that you loved it when he wore a turtle neck.

He chuckled at the memory, you’d both gone out to a cafe near the hospital for a coffee when you both had a break, the table you were seated at had a few fashion magazines lingering nearby which had caught your attention when one of the models was wearing a knit jumper you liked. He’d offered to buy you one similar if he ever saw one in passing to which you’d waved him off before a grin latched itself on to your lips “We should go shopping, by which I mean I want to take you shopping” you said simply which made him raise his eyebrow “Since when do you know anything about mens fashion?” He queried causing you to roll your eyes before a slight blush began to stain your cheeks a cute hue of rosy pink “I know what I like on you” You’d murmured nearly incoherently and Zayne had a hard time straining to hear but he managed “Oh?” He teased “And what might that be?” He asked leaning forward with a smirk as he tried to catch you eye. You bit your lip slightly as you glanced his direction “You’re wearing one” you said as you pointed to the turtleneck he was wearing.

He’d found it adorable when you’d blushed and so for the rest of the time at the cafe he’d teased you with the newfound information to try and bring your blush back in which he was successful a number of times. From then on, anytime that you mentioned something that you liked he’d make a mental note of it and if he could would incorporate it in to his daily routine, whether it be from the scent of his cologne to your favourite drink, hence why tonight a turtle neck would do.

Once changed he checked himself over in the mirror, having completed the look with a more casual blazer before he checked his watch, seeing it was getting closer to the agreed upon meeting time. Grabbing his wallet and keys he knew he had just enough time to make a quick stop at a florist before making his way to the restaurant.

Having parked he made his way down the bustling street, where people were enjoying evening strolls in the warm weather or slowly making their way home from work. The sun had just dipped below the horizon turning the sky brilliant shades of orange and crimson and as the sun set more the more dark and crimson the sky became.

He paused as he glanced up at it, around him people took pictures of the sight thinking it as nothing more than another pretty sunset but for Zayne the colour was a close resemblance to the colour of blood and for a reason he couldn’t shake, it unsettled him. Being a Doctor he was more than accustomed to the sight of it to the point where it hardly phased him, but tonight the colour of the sunset had his heart beating a little bit faster and he didn’t like the feeling one bit.

Trying to put it aside he let his thoughts wander to you and what outfit you might be wearing as he continued to the restaurant, calming more as he went inside and gave his name to be led to their designated table. He was happy to see that they’d been situated in a corner, he much preferred that, it was more intimate than being in the centre with other couples or groups around you. Taking his blazer off he draped it over the back of his chair before sliding his phone out of his pocket and sitting down. He gave the menu a slight once over before ordering a bottle of wine when the waiter came, taking the liberty of ordering a red as he knew you preferred it.

Twenty minutes went by where every time he heard the door go his head snapped up in the hopes that it was you to only be disappointed to see someone else. His anxiety was growing and no matter how many times he checked his phone there were no new notifications and his message asking of an ETA was still unread.

Tap. Tap. Tap. His fingers drummed along the white cotton of the tablecloth beneath them. It wasn’t like you to be late, or for you to not answer your messages. The door dinged again making him glance up only to see another couple enter. He decided to call you, holding the phone to his ear after pressing dial only to be greeted with the rhythmic ring ring before getting your voicemail. He frowned, his fingers tapping the screen to load up the messages to see it was still on unread.

He waited, dismissing the wait staff when they came to try and take his order, saying that he was waiting for someone.

Little did he know that you weren’t coming to greet him.

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics where one of the characters is jealous of another as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis/Harry -

✳️ For As Long As I Can Remember (It's Been December) by green_feelings / @greenfeelings

(E, 128k, amnesia) After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet.

✳️ For the Right Reasons by @juliusschmidt

(E, 105k, Bachelor au) Harry doesn’t agree to be the Bachelor expecting to find love. He’s just hoping for an exciting jaunt around the world, half a dozen new friends, and, if he’s lucky, an amazing hj or two.

✳️ Where You Lay by HamPalpert

(E, 86k, fwb) When Louis's upcoming heat threatens his success at his new dream job, he asks the best (and only) person he can think of to help him through it: his best mates' best mate, Harry Styles. 

✳️ your memory over me by @shimmeringevil

(E, 64k, exes) The worst heartbreak of Louis’ life walks right back into it when his parents invite their family friends on an all-expenses-paid trip for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Facing a past that he tried to bury long ago, Louis learns that some people have a way of sticking with you even when they’re gone.

✳️ Looking Through You (series) by @allwaswell16

(E, 49k, songfic) Just as Louis and Liam were starting out in the music industry, writing and producing for up and coming artists, a fateful meeting with new pop singer Harry Styles changes everything. 

✳️ Harry, Did You Know (that your baby boy, is married to his best friend?) by tempolarriefics / @tempolarriefix

(E, 35k, marriage pact au) 10 years ago, Louis and Zayn made a pact that if they weren't married by 30, they'd marry each other. So they do, as best mates do.

✳️ Big, Bright World by RealName

(M, 35k, office au) It really was just a little crush in the beginning, nothing to be worried about. Louis had never really liked anyone he'd worked with in the past, but he was sure he could control himself.

✳️ Holiday Greetings (And Gay Happy Meetings) by @2tiedships2

(NR, 18k, omegaverse) the one where Niall's dead car and and a foot of snow conspire to force Louis into spending time with an alpha he hates.... or does he?

✳️ i'm a captain on a jealous sea by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain

(E, 15k, canon) What Louis actually has a problem with is the way Nick Grimshaw looks at Harry.

✳️ reckless behaviour by @nouies

(E, 13k, famous/not famous) Harry is a retired football player looking for a new opportunity. Louis is the image consultant hired to help him find it.

✳️ Behind closed doors by bluegreenish / @greenblueish

(E, 10k, fwb) the one where omega Louis finds a sock on alpha Harry's door handle that causes a big misunderstanding but is also the beginning of something new.

✳️ Make Him Want to Sin by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(E, 9k, museum) Harry is a curatorial assistant at the London Museum of Natural History, on the day of the big annual gala he catches a glimpse of someone unexpected.

✳️ don't you call him baby by @femstyles

(T, 8k, exes) the one where Harry is absolutely doing fine and is definitely not still hung up on Louis. Except he is.

✳️ Grow as We Go by @larryatendoftheday

(T, 7k, proposal) Six years into their relationship, Harry and Louis hit a breaking point. Louis is tired of shoving the ring box into the back of his underwear drawer, so he throws out an ultimatum.

✳️ The Undone and The Divine by @haztobegood

(E, 4k, established relationship) the one where Harry flirts and Louis gets jealous, but it’s all part of their game.

✳️ Tide's Deathless Death by Jennifer_Kaid / @poetsreprieve

(E, 4k, pirates) He was certainly going to relieve all the navies of their plight by taking down the captain. At least then, in his relatively newfound life of piracy, he would have done one good deed.

✳️ The Sound of Silence by @musketrois

(E, 4k, established relationship) Louis had almost choked on his coffee. Xander? Of all the people Harry had been connected to over the last few years, this person was speculating Harry was secretly in love with Xander Ritz?

✳️ Just Another Ordinary Day by orphan_account

(T, 4k, omegaverse) Omega Louis finds out his best friend (who he may or may not be in love with) Harry, an Alpha, might have found someone he wants to mate with. Jealous and tired of dealing with it all, he confronts Harry and demands to know who it is.

- Rare Pairs -

✳️ your crimes are quiet, my love by lightswoodmagic / @lightwoodsmagic

(E, 97k, Zayn/Liam) A darker Miss Congeniality AU that follows Zayn and Liam, MI5 agents, partners since training and best friends, as they race to stop a serial killer. 

✳️ You Don't Care About Me (One More Night) by @lululawrence

(NR, 60k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) the one where Louis pines for Harry and Nick helps ease his way into figuring himself out through a friends with benefits sort of arrangement. Things quickly turn complicated.

[lousypotatoes]

♪Playlist♪

i got bored, and i decided to make a playlist for this series <33 im gonna be doing that for all my fanfics for now on

Singin' In The Rain - Cliff Edwards 

"I'm singin' in the rain

Just singin' in the rain 

What a glorious feeling

I'm happy again~"

I Did Something Bad - Taylor Swift 

"I never trust a narcissist, but they love me 

So I play 'em like a violin

And I make it look oh so easy~"

When A Man Loves A Woman - Percy Sledge 

"Well, this man loves a woman 

I gave you everything I had 

Trying to hold onto your high-class love

Baby, ooh, please don't treat me bad~"

Dangerous Woman - Arianna Grande

"I wanna savor, save it for later

The taste of  flavor, 'cause I'm a taker

'Cause I'm a giver, it's only nature 

I live for danger~"

Ain't Misbehavin' - Fats Waller

"I know for certain

The one I love

I'm through with flirtin'

It's just you I'm thinkin' of~"

you should see me in a crown - Billie Eilish 

"Count my cards, watch them fall

Blood on the marble wall

I like the way they all

Scream~"

All Alone - Al Jolson

"All alone, I'm so all alone

There is no else but you

All alone by the telephone

Waiting for a ring, a ting-a-ling~"

Killing Butterflies - Lou Bliss 

"Shiver like a leaf

Once you take a piece 

With your big old teeth

You will never sleep, no~"

Everybody Loves My Baby - Jack Palmer

"It's my sweetie, can't you guess?

Wild about her, I'll confess

Does she love me?

Oh yes~!"

Looking At Me - Sabrina Carpenter

"I could make it nice and easy

I'ma take the lead

They ain't even looking at you, baby

They're looking at me~"

Always - Irving Berlin

"I'll be loving you always 

With a love that's true always.

When things you've planned

Need a helping hand,

I will understand always.

All Around Me - Flyleaf

"Take my hand, I give it you

Now you own me, all I am

You said you would never leave me

I believe you, I believe~"

I Can't Believe You're In Love With Me - Jimmy McHugh

"Your eyes are so blue 

Your kisses too

I never knew what they could do

I can't believe you're in love with me~"

Need A Favor - Jelly Roll

"Hangin' in there just barely

Throwin' up prayers like Hail Marys

If You're still there, Lord spare me

Oh, my God, oh, my God, Hail Mary~"

I Wanna Be Loved By You - Bert Kalmar

"I wanna be kissed by you, just you,

Nobody else but you,

I wanna be kissed by you, alone~!"

A Sky Full Of Stars - Coldplay

"'Cause you're a sky, you're a sky full of stars 

Such a heavenly view

You're such a heavenly view

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh~"

The Song Is Ended - Irving Berlin

"The song is ended

But the melody lingers on

You and the songs are gone 

But the melody lingers~"

Dusk Till Dawn - ZAYN, Sia

"I'll hold you when things go wrong

I'll be with you from dusk till dawn

I'll be with you from dusk till dawn

Baby, I'm right here~"

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

"I had all and then most of you 

Some and now none of you

Take me back to the night we met~"

Crazy = Genius - Panic! At The Disco

"Other boys you may have dated

Serrated your heart with a slice 

But the cut of your love never hurts 

Baby, it's a sweet butter knife~"

Don't Stop The Music - Rihanna

"Do you know what you started? I just came here to party

But now we're rockin' on the dancefloor, actin' naughty

Your hands around my waist, just let the music play

We're hand in hand, chest to chest, and now we're face to face~"

Control - Halsey

"And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me"

I can't help this awful energy 

God damn right, you should be scared of me

Who is in control~?

Good For You - Selena Gomez, A$AP Rocky

"Gonna wear that dress you like, skin-tight

Do my hair up real, real nice

And syncopate my skin to your heart beating~"

You're Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile - Donald Craig

"Your clothes may be Beau Brummely 

They stand out a mile 

But brother

You're never fully dressed

Without a smile~!

Sway - Micheal Bublé

"Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

When we dance you have a way with me 

Stay with me, sway with me~"

Strange Fruit - Billie Holiday

"Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck 

For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck

For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop

Here is a strange and bitter crop~"

Fly Me To The Moon - Frank Sinatra

"All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true

In other words, in other words

I love...you~"

[my-book-list]

you taught me how to love (i taught you how to stop)

All that blood and carnage still stained on the floor, on the walls, and Harry comes in looking like a fucking angel in a light blue dress, the gauzy sleeves left to hang around his hands, the hem cut high on his thighs. He glances around, pushes his pearl headband further up on his head, assessing, before he faces the rest of them. "You really should have them power wash down here. I bet we could lift some of the stains," Harry comments, motions towards where there is a particularly dark one on the far wall, the result of a long whipping session. "A keen observation," Louis agrees, does think that Harry might have a point, honestly. "Yes, well, I didn't mean to drop in unannounced but the men didn't want to come down and interrupt." Harry pointedly glances at Teddy who is staring at him with a wide open mouth, more shock than anything else. "Is this a bad time?" "It's not," Louis answers, pointing the cigar clippers towards Teddy. "I am just trying to get some information out of him." "Information? And he still hasn't given it up?" Harry asks, steps further inside, goes to Louis' side with a short ‘tsk’ from between his teeth. "Now, now, that just won't do. After Louis has been so considerate too, giving you all this time? What's his name?" He directs the question to Louis, raises a careful brow. Louis feels that fuse ignite inside of him, that flicker of heat at the easy way that Harry slips back into it. Been a long time since Louis had his true right hand beside him, partner in crime and sin. "Teddy," Louis answers, giving a short shake of his head. "Teddy Matthers." "Oh Teddy, poor Teddy." Harry singsongs, turns back to the table behind Louis, pushing his small handbag into Oli's arms to hold as he snatches up a pair of tiny knives, joined at the center. With a swish of his skirt, Harry turns back, takes the half dozen of steps and pushes the blades into Teddy's nostrils, using his free hand to yank his head back by his hair. Teddy immediately cries out, scrambles to stay upright as Harry leans in, the very tip of his boots poised at the ring of blood around the man. "Teddy, love, I'm going to be honest. I really think you want to tell Louis what he wants to know." Harry still speaks so sweetly, his accent thick, an angel with the devil in his eyes. "Because if you don't, I'm going to hurt you so bad your only option will be a closed casket." "Twenty fifth and Miller. It's in the warehouse. Tavers has a dozen fucking scouts around there though, but they shift out at eleven." Teddy immediately cries, gasps sharply through his bloody lips. "That's where it is! I swear! I swear!" Glancing over his shoulder, Harry raises an eyebrow, waits until Louis gives his nod of approval before he releases the man. Giving him a short pat on the head, Harry retreats, sets the knives back in their place and takes his little purse from Oli, who just stares at him with nothing short of horror. He's never seen Harry in true form. Zayn has though and he gives Harry a pleased nod. "That wasn't so hard, was it, Teddy?" Louis asks, holds a hand out to Harry, helping him hop over a small pool of blood so it won't stain his shoes.

"Yeah, yeah. Well, you cheated. You weren't allowed to go for the balls." Louis rolls his eyes.

"He fell on my foot. Over and over." Shrugging, Harry bites back a grin. "I still won." on ao3 by @thedevilinmybrain

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[thlayli-ra]

I don't know why I didn't think of this sooner but it came to me the other day and I just had to write it down. A wee fic to dip my toe back into the Valetverse again.

When Hell Froze Over

Characters - Seth Rollins, CM Punk, Drew McIntyre, others mentioned

AU - Valetverse (created by Syreina)

Rating - Mature

Warnings - Swearing

Words - ~1,577 words

Background Info - In a world where women no longer exist, society is split into two; dominants (the ruling class) and valets (who possess the 'inualidus chromosome' that allows them to bear children). Stripped of basic human rights, valets are expected to be entirely subservient to the dominants that claim them and few are prized higher than the valets of the WWE. Seth Rollins and CM Punk are both such valets and are married to Roman Reigns and The Undertaker, respectively.

Summary - Seth Rollins had it all and was convinced nobody could take it away from him. Until the static hit!

***Please note; the author of this fic is a Punk girlie (ng) so everything written here, including the hate, is done with loving affection. I have no problem with Punk haters interacting, so long as we all keep it civil. Thank you!😘***

He was the Visionary! He was the Revolutionary! He was Seth Freakin' Rollins!

And he was on top of the world!

Standing in the cage, he closed his eyes and savoured the sound of the crowd chanting the sweeping notes of his entrance music long after the TitanTron had gone quiet, waving his arms to encourage them to carry on and on and on. Precious gold hung heavy around his waist, the World Heavyweight Championship, symbolising his position as the top dog on Monday Night Raw. The headliner, the main-eventer, the face of the brand. Even backstage, he was looked up to and respected, acknowledged by all as the valet locker-room leader.

Meanwhile his husband Roman Reigns, the Tribal Chief and dominant locker-room leader, was making headlines with his historic reign as the Undisputed WWE Universal Champion over on Smackdown, proving once and for all that he was the Head of the Table, while his other husband, fellow valet and recently re-branded Jon Moxley, was dominating the 'other company' with his faction, the brutal Blackpool Combat Club.

The Shield may no longer exist in paper, but nobody could deny their stranglehold on the current wrestling landscape. Sweeter still, nobody came close to challenging them for it.

Not even the Judgement Day! Chasing their newest runt, JD McDonagh to the top of the cage, Seth and his team mate, Sami Zayn, grabbed hold of their foe. Ignoring his pleas for mercy, they threw him towards a waiting Randy Orton below who executed a picture perfect RKO to finish off the Irishman, adding him to the list of his fallen brothers. All it took was a Cross Rhodes for Cody to metaphorically cut off the head of their leader, Damian Priest, and going in for the pin, the ref counted the one, two, three.

The bell rang and the crowd went wild for their victory. Grinning from ear-to-ear, Seth lapped up the applause, his body wracked with the pain and exertion of the brutal War Games match. Below him, Cody was embracing his husband, Randy, who had triumphantly returned from an eighteen month absence due to a back injury. Seth gazed warmly at the happy pair but beneath his smile, his cogs were already turning. Randy was no push-over in the ring, and Cody, the prodigal son, had a way with the crowd that almost rivalled his own. They were potential threats, ones that could prove dangerous in the future. However, as of that moment in time, they were on the same team and on the same wavelength. Seth wasn't worried. He was too engrossed in relishing his fresh victory, cherishing the noise of adoration from the WWE Universe.

And then the static hit!

Somehow the noise grew, a jet engine roaring in his ear.

'No! No fucking way!'

And there he was! Sauntering in with a plain white shirt and the smuggest grin on his face. As if he had any business being there at all!

CM Punk! Phil fucking Calaway, himself!

Seth couldn't believe his eyes, this couldn't be happening. Punk was finished, washed up, done! He'd been fired from that pissant company, branded a thug, a bully, a locker-room cancer. He'd had his character, his reputation and legacy dragged so viciously in the dirt that he'd never clean his slate again. Never!

So, how the fuck was this happening?

Seth saw red! Pushing back his stunned teammates, he stomped out the cage door, heading for the ramp. His path was blocked by refs and production crew, sensing the rage pulsing through the champion's veins. Seth didn't care. He saw the so-called Best in the World posturing at the entranceway, taking selfies with fans, teasing them with taps on his wristwatch.

And they were lapping it all up! They should have booed him out of the building like they were doing on those other shows, blowing the roof off with chants of 'CM Sucks! CM Sucks!' Not welcoming him back with open arms like some conquering hero. This wasn't fair! This wasn't right!

He had walked out on them nearly ten years ago. He had abandoned them all; the company, the valet division, the fans, even those that needed him most. Right when they'd finally given him the ball, he'd dropped it and never looked back. Not only that but he had done everything in his power to tear it all down since.

So now, he could just... walk back in?

NO! He wasn't having it! Not in his company!

'Woah, woah! Easy there.' He had more people around him now; Cody and Sami, even Michael Cole and Corey Graves had left the commentary table to try and calm Seth down, force him back. It only ignited the fire further.

It was all caught on a fan's mobile phone. How he had repeatedly stuck up his middle fingers at Punk, swearing bloody murder at him with the foulest language he could muster. It would become viral, as much a talking point of that night as the return that proved hell had truly frozen over.

CM Punk was back in the WWE.

While everything else; the War Games match, the victory, even Orton's return all fell away into the background.

Even for Seth, who now had only one focus, one vision. Hearing Punk spew his empty apologies, prattling on about conquering his white whale of main-eventing Wrestlemania, saying that he was finally 'home' before signing that dotted line that tied him to the red brand - Seth's brand! - caused that wrath inside of him to bubble into a boiling froth until he could stand it no longer.

His music hit and he stormed out to the ring. Standing toe-to-toe with his former friend, now his bitter enemy, he stared down the older valet without fear. Eyeing up the deeper lines in his face, the grey in his beard, the new scars marring his skin. Behind those pursed lips, he knew a tooth was missing. Punk had changed in so many ways.

But so had Seth. He was no longer the kitten, and he had outgrown the Architect. He was now the veteran, the top guy, the champion, and Punk was beneath him in every way possible.

'Don't you dare call this place your home!' Seth warned the older man. 'This is my home! This is our home and I will do everything in my power to protect it from people like you!'

Punk looked on, his arms crossed across his chest, blinking slowly like a bored cat. Never once making a move to grab a mic himself.

'I'm going to say this plainly, with every fibre of my being,' he paused, ensuring he could see the look on Punk's face as he uttered, 'I hate you!' It stung him, the older valet ducking his head. 'The truth always comes out, pal, and I know, you know, everybody here knows... this is your last chance.' Another pause, letting the significance of his words set in. 'So one of two things is gonna happen; you either expose yourself and self-destruct like you always do. Or if, by some miracle, you have changed, and you've got any gas left in this old tank? Maybe one day you'll be lucky enough to stand across the ring from me, in a World Heavyweight Championship match and then I will expose you for the fraud that you are!'

Finally, finally, Punk grabbed a microphone and Seth readied himself. The other valet was notorious on the mic, it had been what had propelled him above the rest, that had broken down barriers and glass ceilings, that had changed the entire culture of wrestling as a whole. He knew that whatever was coming his way was bound to be brutal.

'Are you done?' the older man asked, patronisingly. Seth tried to keep calm, hide his ire. 'That's your one free pass to stand here and speak to me disrespectfully without me coming after you.' Pass? A free pass? Seth didn't need a fucking free pass! But he had no time to argue back as Punk went on, announcing that he was entering the Royal Rumble. 'And when CM Punk wins, maybe, Seth, it's you, he's coming after!'

The confrontation was over, and even though by all standards, it should have been another victory for Seth, it felt hollow. What good was winning a war of words when his enemy refused to fight?

But he was coming for him, he knew that for certain now. He wanted that main event at Wrestlemania, he wanted that shot at the World Heavyweight Championship.

He couldn't let that happen.

But then, as a Scottish poet once said, "the best laid schemes o' mice an' men, gang aft a-gley." Seth injured his knee a few weeks later. He would not be able to fulfil his promise himself.

So he took inspiration from another Scot...

There had been another who was equally enraged at Punk's return. That same night, at Survivor Series, he had stormed out when Cult of Personality hit. A towering, hulking brute who had grown jaded and angry. Who had a knack for putting other superstars on the shelf. Another, who had entered his name into the Royal Rumble.

'Drew McIntyre,' Seth accosted the Scottish Warrior backstage.

'What do you want?' the huge dominant snarled down at him.

Seth was unfazed. 'I believe we both have a common enemy.' McIntyre's eyes narrowed, a sparkle of intrigue in the intense blues. Seth knew then and there that he had the dominant's attention. 'You say you want to redeem yourself?'

He leant in close, whispering conspiratorially.

'How would you like to be the saviour of Wrestlemania?'

Tags; @my-intrests @selamat-linting

[cinemastyles-blog]

Private Affair [hs] | 5.

Warnings: Cheating on husband, unprotected sexual acts with another man, just filth.

Word count: 4.3k

He grinned up at you and you swore you saw the devil's gaze flash in his eyes.

Your stomach drops the same time as his hand and you let out a moan, that feels it's been held back for a while, as he presses his fingers against your covered shoulder pussy.

"You sound so beautiful, love. Just stay quiet for me."

His words echo in your head as he slightly pulls your panties open to slip his fingers in. He slowly drags his fingers up and down your folds, biting his lip as he feels how wet you are.

"Soaked." He whispers as he reaches up and pulls you down to him by the back of your neck to kiss him.

He pushes his fingers in and moans against your lips as he feels the warmth of your pussy engulf his fingers.

You clench around him, moaning against his lips as you clench around his fingers.

"How long?"

"What?" You gasp out and lean back slightly.

"How long since you've been touched?" He stops trusting his fingers, holding them still as he waits patiently for your answer.

You whimper slightly at the sudden halt to his fingers, unsure if you want to answer him.

"A long time?" He looks at you and your eyes answer for you. He sighs and shakes his head as he very slowly moves his fingers up and down, "Shame. If you were mine.."

He leans in as he pulls you closer, "I'd be all over you."

He lays a kiss to your chest, "Everyday."

He lays another kiss, "Anytime you want."

And another, "Anyway you want."

You moan and tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling to tilt his head back so he looks up at you, "This is wrong."

A smirk spreads across his lips and he chuckles. He slides a hand up your back, still thrusting his fingers, and tangles his hand in your hair, "I'll stop when you tell me to."

He pulls you down to him and he rests his forehead on yours, "You can't tell me you don't feel this, too." He whispers quietly, brushing his lips against yours every other word.

You fold.

Your hands slide down his shirt covered torso until they reach his belt. You start to undo his belt and the phone rings, causing both of you to jump into acting normal.

You fix your dress quickly as Harry answers the phone, "Hello?" He runs a hand through his hair and you can't help but smile when a stray curl falls and rests on his forehead.

"Kathleen Jones and Zayn Malik are here for the meeting, sir." Jake says through the phone.

Harry has an oh shit look and he takes a deep breathe, "Shit, I forgot. Give me five to get the materials around. I'll be quick."

"Okay, I'll tell them." Jake hangs up and Harry looks at you, "So you are about to meet the senior art editors."

You raise your eyebrows and run your hands over your hair, "Neat, okay." You laugh slightly, "Did they not like the title design?"

He shakes his head, "No, no. They loved it. They just want to meet you. You impressed them, actually."

You smile and straighten up as Harry's words boost your confidence, "Really?"

He stands up, fixing his belt as he walks over to you, "I wanted to tell you last night, but.." his voice goes lower and he smirks, "Slipped my mind."

You smirk and bite your inner lip as he runs his hand over your hair, fixing where you missed, "They'll be stupid not to like you."

He winks and walks over, grabbing the folder off of the other desk, "Wait here."

As Harry leaves the office, you take that time and rush to your purse to quickly touch up your makeup.

You hear the talking growing closer and you throw your purse down just as Harry pushes the door open more, "Here we are."

He steps in and quickly looks around for you, a smile of relief lays on his lips once he sees you, "This is, y/n."

Harry motions towards you and you walk over to Harry, smiling when you see the man and woman, "Hello, I'm y/n."

"You're very pretty." An older, yet very beautiful woman who you assume is Kathleen, smiles and her eyes gaze over your dress, "I love this dress, where did you get it?"

You glance down and back up, "I believe I got this from Genevieve's." You tilt your head, "You would look stunning in the red one that they have."

She smiles and raises her eyebrows, "I might just have to take trip there on my lunch break today."

You smile and Zayn moves out from behind her. His image is intimidating, until he smiles, "You've got quite the skill, love."

His accent a little harder for you to understand at first, but you catch on quickly, "Thank you." You smile and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "You're not so bad yourself."

He chuckles and nods to Harry, "Did you get it?"

You look at Harry as he nods, "Mhm." He walks around to his desk and opens up the Manila folder, "Now, everything but the title work is not important , it's just filler for how the page is supposed to look."

You look down as he slides two pages over and your lips part slightly. You reach out and pull them towards you, "This does not feel real."

"I know that feeling, but believe it, honey. You deserve it." Kathleen says nudging you with her elbow, "I have a feeling you'll be making quite the name for yourself."

A rush of pride flows through your body and you smile, "That's my plan."

Zayn steps up on the other side of you and shakes his head, "I don't think I've ever been so excited to publish a magazine."

You look at him, "Really?"

He nods and looks at you, his eyes dark and honestly beautiful, "I'm ready to see what you come up with. Harry really hyped you up."

Your eyes move to Harry and he shrugs and smiles.

"It took you a day to design this correct?" Kathleen asks and you look at her, "Almost, a little more than half, give or take?"

"Wow. That's impressive. Our best guy needs at least three days."

Zayn snorts at Kathleen's words, "That's what he says, but do you really believe him?"

"I know you don't like Trey, but-" she stops talking and sighs, "Yeah, no. You're right."

You laugh slightly and look back down at the pages, "if you need anything at all, I'm happy to help."

You look between them and Kathleen nods, "Yeah, actually, if I email you something, can you take a look at it for me? Decide what it needs. If it needs anything."

"Yeah, of course. Please." You smile and she nods, "Great. I'm going to do that right now, Harry. Send me her work email and get her set up with that, yes?"

He nods, "Of course, K."

Your stomach twists with a slight jealousy at the nickname. You look back at Harry and he looks at you, tilting his head slightly.

You force a smile and try to get over it, you're married, you tell yourself, you don't get to be jealous.

"Thank you Harry." Zayn smiles and nods at him and he turns to you, "I might have something, too, so I'll be in touch, yeah?"

You nod and smile slightly, "Sounds good."

They leave the room and Harry follows behind them to close the door, "That was amazing. Oh gosh I'm so excited." You smile behind your fingers and turn towards Harry.

He's studying you, "What happened?"

You press your palm to his desk as you lean back on it, sitting down, "What d-"

"Your demeanor changed when I called Kathleen, K."

You look up at him, "I don't have a right to be jealous." You admit in a whisper, "I- we-" you stumble over your words and look down as you stop talking.

You want Harry, but the married part of you doesn't want to admit it.

He walks over to you and gently lays his fingers under your chin.

His touch makes it hard for you to say no.

His touch makes you want him fully.

"Look at me, y/n." He whispers and gently pushes upward, and you comply. You look up at him and he smiles slightly, "She's a friend of the family. I've known her for, practically my whole of my life. We all call her that."

You feel a slight relief wash over you and you laugh slightly, "I'm sorry thi-"

Harry laughs slightly and shakes his head, cutting you off, "You're fine, love. You're fine for getting jealous." He leans down, "It means you care."

He winks and goes to lean back but you grab him by the shirt and re-close the space. His lips meet yours and his hands hold his weight on the desk next to yours.

You spread your legs and he fits his hips right between your knees, "I'm yours if you want me to be." He whispers against your lips.

Your breathing grows faster as your adrenaline keeps your heart pumping. He kisses down your neck as your hands move to undo his belt, once again.

The only thing on your mind right now is Harry and you won't stop until you get it.

He leans back, pushing your dress up your thighs as you unzip his pants and he moves them down out of the way.

Your eyes move down, waiting to see his cock. He tilts your head up and looks at you, "Do you want to stop?" His fingers brush your cheek lightly and you close your eyes, "No."

He reaches down, pulling his cock from his black boxers and you open your eyes. Your breathe hitching in your throat as he pulls you to the edge and spreads your legs.

He rubs his cock against your clothed pussy and looks up at you. Your eyes slowly trail from his cock, up his body and land on his eyes, "Fuck me, Harry."

Your quiet whine causes him to moan lowly and he pulls your panties aside and dips his head down to spit before slowly pushing the head of his cock in.

You gasp and bite your lip as you moan from the pleasured ache of him stretching you open slowly.

"Fuck." He groans as he buries his face in your neck. His sudden move causes his cock to push into you a little bit to quick.

He's a lot bigger than what you're used to.

"You're so fucking big, Harry." You moan lowly as you wrap an arm around his neck, "Fuck."

"You're so fucking tight." Harry groans and slowly pulls out to slowly slide back in, "Do I make you this wet?"

You nod as he presses his lips against your neck, "Yes." You whine quietly, "Yes."

He leans back and your arm falls back onto its place on the desk as he grabs your hips with his hands.

His fingers dig into your hips as he pushes his cock in all the way. You take a deep breathe and roll your eyes back, squeezing his cock as you fight back moaning out loudly.

You haven't been fucked in two months.

But you haven't had an orgasm from anyone but your self for four.

"S-so.. close.." you gasp out, barely audible, "Fuck."

Harry nods and keeps his pace, his hands squeeze harder and you squeeze your eyes shut as your orgasm rips through your body.

Harry, soon after, pulls out and your feel his cum on your thigh.

Both panting, you look at him and start laughing, as the reality of what you're doing sets in, and Harry's face has a look of both confused and concerned.

"No, no. Not you." You lean up, "I just.." you sigh and shrug, "I've been lying to myself, I guess I am the girl that sleeps with their boss."

Harry's face softens and he starts to laugh, "You scared me there for a second."

You tilt your head, "Huh?"

He walks over to grab a small towel after fixing himself up, "For a second there.." he walks back over and wipes off your thigh, "I thought I wasn't going to get to feel that pussy again."

He smirks as his fingers brush against your desperate for more center as he pulls your panties back over, "This time was too quick for me."

He steps back and tosses the towel down by the couch while you stay silent, watching him as you process what just happened.

He looks up at you, "Coffee?"

── •✧• ──

The walk to get coffee was surprisingly normal.

It was like you didn't just fuck your boss, which is exactly how you needed to act from here on out.

"So are you going to meet with K and Zayn?" Harry asks as he takes a sip of his coffee. You nod, "Oh yes. You need to set me up with a work email."

"Yes." He laughs slightly, "That's right! We'll have to do that when we get back."

Your knees suddenly feel like they could give out. You feel like your breathing starts to pick up the longer your think about how Harry's cock felt buried inside of you.

"If that's okay?"

You look at Harry and shake your head slightly as you blink, "Sorry. What did you say?"

He smirks slightly and nods once, "I said we can also start working on that email and hopefully get them sent out today if that's alright?"

You nod, "Oh yes. Please. I have some ideas already so it should be quick and easy."

"Great." He looks around and sighs, "You're quite brilliant, you know that right?"

You smile and shrug, "I mean, I'm smart with certain things." You laugh and bite your lip and Harry shrugs, "I mean, aren't we all?"

You laugh and look at him, "I guess so."

"Order for Styles!"

"That's us." You say and stand up with him. You grab your coffee before he picks them up and grab straws on your way out.

Your way back to the office was going good until your phone started to ring. You reach into your purse and pull it out, letting out a small sigh before you answer, "Hello?"

"Where are you?" Alex asks kinda frantically.

"Alex, I'm at work. It's-" you lean over and look at Harry's watch, which causes him to smile, "Almost eleven, what are you doing?"

It's silent on the other end of the line for a few moments after you stop talking before Alex gasps, "Shit. I'm late for work."

"Did you over sleep again?" You roll your eyes, "Have a good day." You hang up because you know he threw the phone down and is rushing around to leave.

"What was that about?" Harry asks looking over at you. You roll your eyes and sigh, "Alex." You take a sip of your coffee, "He does this every so often, he'll oversleep, don't realize he overslept and thinks it's still early and then he freaks out and rushes around."

Harry laughs slightly, "Ah, I see."

"Yeah." You say slowly, "But. Not my issue. I have my own job to worry about now."

Harry can't help but snicker and you smirk, "What?" You look up at him and he smirks, "You just have a really good job, is all."

You smile as he pulls the front door open, "You are correct." You walk in and Harry walks up to Jaime, "Anything today?"

Jaime smiles, you can tell she likes him, "Not today, Mr. Styles, but as soon as I can anything I'll bring it up to you myself."

He nods and glances over at you before looking back at her, "Just give it to Jake. Thank you." He walks away and you can't help but feel a twinge of ha ha in your face towards her as you walk away with him.

You step onto the elevator and the doors aren't even halfway shut before Harry has his hand, that's not holding the coffees, on your neck and is kissing you.

Your hands travel up his chest and lay on his shoulders, "I wanted to do that the first time we stepped in here together."

You smile and nod as he steps back slowly, "Me too."

The doors open and you walk to the office. Harry does the routine of giving Jake the coffees to pass out and you guys go to his office.

"He doesn't always do that." Harry says as he sets his coffee on his desk. You shake your head, "No I didn't think so."

He shrugs and chuckles, "It's fine. I'm just picking." He walks around to his desk and opens his lap top, "Come over here."

You smirk and glance over at the other office chair and wheel it over. Harry watches you and shakes his head, "I see how it is."

"We need to get this done. If we didn't.." you smirk and lean in, whispering, "Then I'd chose the other seating option."

He sighs, "Bummer."

You laugh and roll your eyes, "What's my email, Mr. Styles?"

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"And .." you tap the last few keys slowly, "Done."

Harry walks over and leans down. You look up and watch as his eyes scan over the screen of the computer, "Beautiful."

"Yeah?"

He looks down at you and nods, "How can anyone not say yes to this?" He looks back at the screen, "Let's get them sent out."

As you're sending out the emails, your phone vibrates a few times in a row.

Sage: Can my aunt come with to the party on Saturday?

Sage: Also, did you say anything to Harry about me?

Sage: Are you with him right now?

Sage: Send me a picture

Sage: No wait. That's weird. I don't want him to think I'm some psycho.

You cover your mouth to contain your laughter, "Oh my god." You whisper quietly, but it still catches Harry's attention, "You okay?"

He can tell your laughing so he's trying not to laugh with you, "Y/N?"

"So." You turn your chair and slowly uncross and recross your legs. Harry's eyebrows twitches and he bites his lip.

You smirk and continue, "My best friend, Sage. Wants me to tell you about her."

"Oh, really?" He leans back in the chair and crosses his arms, "What about her?"

"She likes you." You bite the inside of your lip, "She wants me to see if you'd be interested in her, as well, and.." you read him her messages and he stands up.

"Alright, here." He walks over to you quickly, laughing as he does, "Go... here.." he hits the little camera button and turns it around to face you guys.

Your heart starts to race as he presses his cheek to your head, "Smile." He smiles which causes you to smile, "Perfect."

He hits send and hands you back your phone. You look up at him, lips parted as they slowly form into a smile.

He laughs and shrugs, "She wanted a picture."

You laugh and shake your head, resting your phone down to refresh your email, "Oh, Harry. We have one response.." you click on the email, "And they agree!"

Harry claps his hands together once, "Yes! Let's fucking go."

You never knew how exciting creating a magazine page would be, but you're not complaining.

"I'm going to write down her answers and then I don't know who they go to exactly."

"Niall. He's our lead magazine editor, I'll actually send him a text letting him know that we're going to be sending him stuff." Harry pulls out his phone and starts texting.

"Oh I also got something from Kathleen, probably what she wants me to lo- holy fuck. There's three projects here." Your mouth drops open slightly and you look over at Harry.

He looks up and smiles, "She knows how good you are."

You smile and reach for your phone as it vibrates,

Alex: Going to be home late. Boss has us redoing a whole folder of stuff. I'll explain later. Love you

You chew on your lip as you type,

You: Okay. That's fine, I'll just get something on my way home from work then. Love you.

You smile as you click on Sage's message,

Sage: Stop it. Right now. He is so pretty.

Sage: Please let this man like me.

You glance over at Harry who is sitting at the other desk with his legs resting over the corner. You look back down and take a deep breathe,

You: I think he's thinking about it right now. He hasn't really said much in the last few minutes.

"What did she say?" Harry causes you to look up and you smirk slightly, "She said stop it right now, he's so pretty. Please let this man like me."

He tilts his head, "What did you say?"

You shrug, "I don't know what to say, so I just said that I thought you were thinking about it because you were quiet."

A smirk slowly spreads across his face, "I mean.. I am thinking.. but not about her."

You shrug, "It's okay."

"Do you want to know what I'm thinking about right now?" His stare causes you to smirk all you can do is nod.

He walks over to you and sits down on the desk, looking down, "I'm thinking about how fucking sexy you would look if you were bent over my desk, naked and ready for me."

His words send a chill down your spin and you straighten up slightly as you keep your eyes on his.

He leans in closer, "You can tell your friend, that who I want is someone, I, in a way, already have." He brushes his lips against yours, "Until she says no."

You can't help it. It's like a need when it comes to him, "I'll never tell you no."

You're shocked at how much of a different person you are when you're with Harry. You've never been this forward, sex has always been a subject you shy away from talking about.

Not with Harry.

He brings out who you're truly meant to be.

"I was hoping you'd say that." He smirks and kisses you, pulling you upward so you're standing in between his legs.

His hands rests on your hips, "Don't we have work to do." He mumbles, still keeping his lips on yours.

"Mhm." You mumble as you smirk against his lips. He chuckles against yours and leans back, "Maybe if you're a good girl, and do your work..."

His hand trails down your body, "Maybe you'll get something in return."

As much as you wanted him, you also wanted to get some work done, "Deal."

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This is wrong, you're cheating on Alex.

But knowing that, doesn't seem to make a difference, at least not right now.

"H-Harry." You pant out as your back is arched against the chair. Harry is sitting on the floor with your legs over his shoulders, and his face is hurried between them.

His tongue traces over every single inch of your cunt, moaning as he feels you clench around his tongue.

"Almost there." You whimper out quietly as you dig your nails into the arm rests of the chair. You pull him closer with your legs as you squeeze his head with your thighs.

Your second orgasm rips through you harder than the first one did.

You sit there, weak and panting as Harry leans back. He slowly pulls your legs off of his and sets them down, kissing up them as he stands up.

"You alright, love?" Harry asks as he wipes the cover of his mouth off.

You smile and nod, "Oh yes. I'm good." He smiles and watches as you lean forward and look at the computer, "Our final lady emailed us back, they all says yes and gave their answers."

"I'm surprised they all got back right away." Harry walks over and looks at the screen before looking at you, "I'm calling it now. You're my good luck charm."

His words make the heat rise in your cheeks and you smile, "Oh gosh."

He smiles and stands up, looking at his watch, "you're free to go, if you want."

You lean back and look over at him, "So what are your plans to celebrate when you publish these pages?" You change the subject.

You're not in any rush to get home.

He smiles slightly, "Usually, we just go out to dinner at one of the places on the edge of town. Have some drinks, you know-" he chuckles, "The normal office celebrations."

You nod, "Sounds like that could be fun."

He shrugs, "Depends on who attends, really. Last months was boring." You laugh slightly, "Hopefully this months is better."

"Speaking of, if you're free on Tuesday, that's when this months dinner is." Harry smiles, "just let me know so I can add you to the table."

You nod, "I would love to go. I just need to get an outfit. What's the dress code?"

"We usually like to dress nice, some dress fancy. All on your level of comfortability." His eyebrow raises, "But I don't think you'll have an issue looking nice."

You smile and look down, "Thank you." You stand up and take a deep breathe as you look up at him, "I think I'm going to go shopping, if you don't need me for anything else."

He watches you and slowly smiles as he shakes his head, "You're free to go, sweetheart."

You walk over to him, "Don't take offense if I don't talk to you right away. This is just all going to hit me when I leave here but-" you lean in and press your lips to his,

"I'll see you tomorrow."

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Thank you for reading Private Affair.

Chapter 6 | Masterlist

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They kiss on the ring. I carry the crown (Chapter 6)

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You know that Sukuna is holding something back about that night. Is it because he wants to protect you, or is it because he fears you will get scared away by his dark side? When you find out what happened, you realize two things: Sukuna's world is even more dangerous than you thought. And sometimes the King needs to be able to just be a man too.

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: Mafia AU, smut, fluff, also some angst in this chapter Playlist: Mafia AU Songs for this chapter: 247 by David Correy ++ Maraschino love by EZI ++ TiO by Zayn Word Count: 4k Warnings: 18+, smut, some dark crime-related themes (Yakuza, implied violence, implied murder), use of the name Daddy, oral, creampie. This chapter mentions violence, attempted murder, implied murder, face wounds (stitched wound, bloody bandage), and blood. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

The next morning Sukuna informed you that you weren't to leave the apartment without your bodyguard anymore.

You looked curiously at him over the rim of your coffee cup. The horrors of the night before were still fresh on your mind, of course. The haunted look in Sukuna's eyes, the blood, his desperate need to be as close to you as possible.

But this morning, after waking up in his arms, Sukuna had seemed just like always. Greeting you with a slow, gentle kiss, holding you a little while longer in his strong arms before you had to get up.

But the sudden insistence that you should take Nobara anywhere with you implied that things weren't ok after all.

"What's going on? I thought we agreed that I don't need a bodyguard when I go to work or meet my friends for lunch."

You had come to this compromise with Sukuna because you felt embarrassed when Nobara trailed you everywhere. Sukuna had decided that going to work seemed safe enough on your own if you, in turn, agreed to let one of his drivers bring you there, which you accepted happily because it was a welcome luxury not having to use public transport.

But now, the Yakuza boss had suddenly changed his mind.

The newspaper Sukuna had been reading rustled loudly as he folded it to fix you with one of his unrelenting, intense gazes.

"I know I was too lenient with this matter, but it has to change now. If you set foot out of these four walls, it is only with Nobara. And I'm also thinking about appointing Maki as your second bodyguard."

"Kuna... what happened last night?"

"It's not important. Don't worry, sweetheart. But I want you to be safe. Do you understand that? I need you to be safe. So do as I tell you and take Nobara with you everywhere you go. Do it for me."

The tone he used was gentle, but he sounded serious. You knew it wasn't up for discussion what he told you. This was an order from the King.

What had happened last night must have changed his mind. And that scared you. If a man like Sukuna was worried, it had to be a serious matter.

You nodded slowly,

"Ok, I'll take Nobara with me anywhere I go."

Sukuna let out a breath, the tension leaving his body visibly.

"Good girl. One more thing, though, since we are already on the topic of your work. I would feel better if you quit your job and mostly stayed here."

Now that was a big thing! Your eyes widened, and you were already opening your mouth to retort, but Sukuna held up a hand,

"Before you say anything, listen to me. I'm not saying that because I want to control you. I know you like your job, and I'm sorry for this, but I'm worried about your safety when you go around Tokyo and show apartments to strangers. It would be easy to run into someone of the wrong sort."

"Kuna... I only sell high-end apartments and houses."

"That's exactly the problem. It gives you a false sense of security. The Zenins operate in high-end real estate too. It would be easy to send someone to one of your house tours."

He had a point. And it told you something else too. What had happened last night had to do with the Zenins. You couldn't help but shiver even though it was warm in the penthouse.

The thought of a powerful Yakuza clan sending their assassins after you freaked you out. Was this really something that could happen? And should you really quit your work because of this possible threat? You had spent many years working towards your current position.

Your inner turmoil must have been visible on your face because Sukuna's expression softened, and he reached out to place a warm hand on top of yours.

"I'm sorry, darling. I know it isn't easy to be the woman by my side. I'm asking a lot of you, I know that. But I called my lawyer, and he's working on a contract, so you don't have to worry about money. I arranged for you to get a life-long monthly allowance. It isn't affected by our relationship status. So even if one day you want to leave, you will be financially taken care of."

"I am not interested in your money."

A smile spread over his handsome face.

"I know, darling. But that's exactly why you deserve to get my money. I don't want to demand things from you that make you become dependent on me. You should always have the choice to leave. This life by my side won't be easy. So accept that contract, please. I want to take care of you. After all, you take care of me too, don't you, princess?"

There was a playful spark in his eyes, and the smile turned into a teasing sexy smirk when he added:

"And look, if you insist, I can give you a job. Be my personal real estate agent from now on. What do you say? Wouldn't it be sexy to fuck your boss?"

You couldn't help but grin back at him. His words touched you. Sukuna was always a step ahead, always so thoughtful, so caring. It made a giddy warmth spread through you.

"I mean... you are definitely sexier than my current boss. So it doesn't sound too bad, I guess."

The playful banter felt good after everything that happened the night before. And when you walked past Sukuna to carry your coffee mug and empty plate to the sink, he grabbed you and pulled you on his lap, kissing you deeply before he smirked at you and asked in a smooth sexy tone:

"So, do we have a deal?"

You smiled and reached out to grab his tie and pulled him closer with it until your lips were almost touching.

"Hmm yeah, we do, Mr. Itadori. You have your new employee on your lap right now. And yes, I would like to fuck my boss."

"It's always such a pleasure to do business with you."

Two days later, you ran into Yuuji, Sukuna's younger brother. He bumped into you in Sukuna's downtown office, and you blinked in shock when you lifted your head to take in his battered look.

His pretty face was covered in black and blue bruises. There was a cut on the corner of his lip, so deep that it had required stitches. And a bloody bandage covered one eyebrow and part of his forehead.

"Yuuji, what happened?"

He scratched his neck and smiled his typical sweet, boyish smile at you but winced slightly as the movement caused his wounds to hurt.

"I'm ok! It's much better already. And luckily, Megumi is out of the hospital too now. That idiot jumped in front of me! Really had me worried for a moment."

That was the moment when a dark suspicion was creeping up on you. Dread started to pool in your stomach. You were breathing too fast, almost hyperventilating, and reached out instinctively to steady yourself with one hand on the wall.

"What are you talking about, Yuuji?"

But you knew it. You knew exactly what he would say.

"Oh, we ran into a little surprise the Zenins had prepared."

You had been right! The Zenins. And suddenly, all the puzzle pieces fell into place.

The phone call. The carefully blank expression on Sukuna's face despite the fear evident in his eyes. The blood that covered him when he came home.

The bloody knuckles. You had wondered about those a lot. Why would someone as controlled as Sukuna hit someone with his bare fists when he had a whole collection of the finest katanas in the entire country? It didn't add up. But now you could imagine what had happened.

Sukuna had lost control that night because his brother had gotten hurt, and Sukuna's need for revenge had been stronger than any honor codex. So he had used his fists, had brought punishment in a primal angry way, seeking comfort in the feeling of skin splitting and bones cracking beneath his knuckles before he had ended it with a deadly sword stroke.

And suddenly, Sukuna's need to be as close to you as possible when he came back home had another meaning too. He had been insatiable that night, practically starved for your body and your love. You had assumed it was because he needed reassurance that you still loved him even when he did bad things. But now you realized it was more than that.

His little brother had almost died that night, and when Sukuna came home to you, he needed you as close to him as possible to make sure you were really there, that you were safe and alive and with him.

It also explained his insistence that you only were to leave the penthouse with Nobara and that you should please quit your job. Sukuna was worried. Not for himself. But for the people he loved: Yuuji and you. And he had good reason to be.

His brother got hurt, although Sukuna always tried to keep Yuuji as far away from the shadow business as possible. Only letting him work on the legal side of the family business, the Pachinko places, the arcades, the pizza delivery services.

But apparently, that hadn't been enough to keep Yuuji safe. Someone had tried to kill him. Of course, you had known that the Zenins were the Itadori's enemies. But you never took it that seriously until now.

But the terrifying truth was right there in front of your eyes:

The Zenin family had sent an assassin to kill Sukuna's beloved brother. And only luck and Yuuji's and Megumi's ability to fight had saved both their lives.

You felt cold fear grip your heart.

"Oh god, Yuuji..."

Before you could think about what you were doing, you already flung your arms around The Young Tiger and hugged him tightly, sobbing into his chest as your emotions got the better of you.

Yuuji's arms wrapped around you, steadying you and offering comfort. He was alive. He was warm and breathing. You could hear his heartbeat strong and comforting thrumming against your ear. He felt so familiar, the same strong arms, the same way of hugging as his older brother, and it helped you calm down. The tears stopped, but you kept on clutching Yuuji tightly. He chuckled, sounding amused instead of worried.

"Aww, hey, it's ok. I'm fine. It's fine, really."

He swayed you from one foot to the other, making you smile because he had such a boyish innocence about him even after all the things he had to see as the Yakuza Prince.

But it was a needed reminder for you. As much as Sukuna tried to keep Yuuji or you away from it, the danger was still always lurking in the background, and it was closer than you thought.

Another wave of sympathy for Sukuna swept over you, almost chokingly. He was always so strong, always offering safety and comfort to others. But he had so much to deal with while holding the reins over his Kingdom.

You knew for sure that he had killed several people three nights ago. The thought still made goosebumps appear on your skin. But not because you were freaked out by the knowledge that he had killed. It was because your heart ached for him.

You weren't scared of him or appalled by what he did. He hadn't killed for money or out of sadistic pleasure. He had done it out of love for his brother.

It didn't scare you. If anything, it made you love Sukuna even more fiercely.

"I met Yuuji."

"Oh, did you, sweetheart?"

Sukuna's face was once again carefully blank as he shrugged out of his black suit jacket and draped it over the backrest of one of the dining room chairs. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants and walked over to where you were sitting on the couch.

He was still in Yakuza King mode. His handsome face was still wearing that emotionless arrogant expression, maroon eyes fixing you with a dangerous glint in them.

He strutted over to you, moving gracefully, looking far too sexy. No wonder Sukuna always turned heads no matter where he went.

The dark red dress shirt he wore was snug on his muscular torso, accentuating his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and the defined muscles. He looked mouth-watering, and he knew it.

You couldn't tear your gaze away from him. Finally, he stopped in front of you.

His hands wandered up to his tie to loosen it and let it glide through his strong fingers as he took it off. You gulped when Sukuna's fingers started to unbutton the top button of his shirt and proceeded until the swell of his toned pecs became visible beneath his parted collar.

But your mind screamed at you to not let him lure you in. You were aware of what he was doing. Sukuna knew the effect he had on you and on everyone else. He was using it to avoid a conversation he didn't want to have.

And so he was standing here in front of you like a sexy devil who had ascended from his hellish Kingdom to seduce you and wrap you in sweet oblivion. Distracting you with his perfect body and the promise of a good fuck.

Before you were lost in the seductive web he was weaving, you quickly blurted out:

"You know, you could have just told me what had happened. Please don't hide things from me."

Sukuna's hands stopped unbuttoning his shirt, and his maroon gaze met yours. He cocked his head and looked intently at you for a moment but then sighed and shook his head, letting his hands drop to his side.

"And I show you a lot of things, princess. But not this. You aren't...I can't let you see that. I don't want to scare you."

"Kuna! Dammit! I would have taken your whole "you should only leave the house with a bodyguard!" thing way more seriously if I had known that the Zenins send killers after us! And I was already scared that night! I was scared for YOU! I could see something was very wrong! For fuck's sake, I cleaned the blood off you! You let me see that! So why not tell me the whole story?"

The encounter with Yuuji had affected you strongly. You were shaking violently with tears gathering in your eyes. And your voice sounded thick with tears, too high-pitched, almost panicky.

You felt dizzy all of a sudden, reaching out blindly for Sukuna as black spots danced across your vision. You gasped in shock when your hand only found thin air, and you felt yourself fall forward.

But then Sukuna's strong arms caught you. He had dropped to his knees in front of you, catching you before you could fall.

A sob escaped your lips as you got pulled against Sukuna's firm chest, where he held you tightly with his strong arms wrapped around you and his velvety voice a soothing caress against your neck:

"Careful, baby. Don't hurt yourself. It's ok, darling. I took care of things. I'll always do anything in my power to protect the people I love."

He pressed you tightly against his muscular body. And you clutched his shirt between your fingers, clinging onto him desperately as the full impact of what happened three nights ago and what the worst outcome could have been hit you.

What if the assassins had succeeded? What if you had to accompany your lover to his little brother's funeral?

You couldn't even imagine what Sukuna must have felt that night. He had kept such a facade of control for you, only letting it slip when he got home covered in the blood of the people who had tried to take his brother from him.

He had only let you get a little glimpse of vulnerability. But now that you knew what had happened, you were shocked by the depth of the cliff Sukuna had been standing on.

"Kuna, you can talk to me, you know? You can tell me anything. You don't have to go through something like that alone. Please... Share your pain with me. I love you, and that won't change, no matter what you have to do."

You felt Sukuna's chest rise against your face as he took a deep breath before he pulled away just enough so he could look at you.

And finally, the mask was off. Sukuna's handsome face wore an unguarded expression, with an array of emotions flickering over his features. Worry, pain, love. He seemed to be deeply moved by your words.

The rare sight made your heart clench. Your hand moved unconsciously, cupping your lover's cheek, feeling his warm skin under your fingers. You smiled softly at him as your thumb caressed the tattoos on his face, touching him with as much love and tenderness as possible.

Sukuna's gaze softened, and he turned his face into your hand and pressed his lips against your palm, kissing it softly just like he had done in the shower after all the blood had been washed off him.

His gaze met yours. There was so much love in those beautiful maroon eyes. But you also noted how his pupils dilated while keeping eye contact. You could see the growing desire burning in his eyes. It made your pulse quicken with excitement, and the familiar heat was already throbbing between your thighs.

Sukuna's eyes never left yours as he slowly leaned closer, and his voice was husky, full of love but also craving.

"I love you too, darling."

His strong hands ran up your thighs as he leaned closer until his lips were brushing against yours in a soft caress before whispering:

"I wanna fuck you so hard, princess. You have no idea what you're doing to me when you say all those sweet things."

You moaned at Sukuna's words, your lips gliding over his as your heart fluttered wildly in your chest.

You felt his smirk against your mouth while his large hands were already yanking down the comfy leggings you had changed into when you got home, followed by your panties.

Before you could say anything, Sukuna was already on you, manhandling you into the position he wanted. His strong arms were pushing you down on the soft black leather couch, face down, ass up.

You moaned needily into the leather when the cold air hit your wet folds when Sukuna pushed your legs apart. But the cold sensation got replaced only moments later by the feeling of Sukuna's hot cockhead prodding at your wet hole.

Desire was making you tremble. The craving to feel Sukuna inside you was almost unbearable. You wanted to give yourself to him. Wanted to serve him, show him that you meant it when you said he could share his pain with you. Wanted to let him know that he could talk to you about it and fuck it all into you.

You gasped loudly when he pushed into you, stretching you open around his thick tip.

A strong hand landed in your hair and grabbed it tightly, and then Sukuna snapped his hips and shoved his entire thick length into your tight pussy with a powerful deep thrust.

He didn't hold back but instead fucked you hard, just as he had said he would. The living room filled with the loud sounds of skin hitting skin and the obscene wet noises of your pussy milking his gorgeous cock anytime he thrust roughly into you.

And you took everything he gave you, lifting your ass for him, pushing back against him obediently, letting the King fuck you as hard as he wanted.

Loud, needy cries were falling from your lips when his thrusts became extra brutal, almost making you topple over if it weren't for Sukuna's strong hands holding you in place.

"Ah, my perfect princess, taking my dick so well. You like it when Daddy is rough with you?"

"Y... yes. I do... love everything you do to me, Daddy!"

He growled and then pushed you down fully on the couch, pressing you down with his heavy muscular body. You gasped loudly when the air got knocked out of you as some of Sukuna's weight settled on you.

Your body trembled in pleasure, but you couldn't make a single move, effectively trapped between the couch and Sukuna. The new position made his thick cock reach even deeper inside you, making you see stars with every roll of his hips.

His lips were on the back of your neck, leaving hot kisses there, and his teeth grazed your skin, biting and marking you in between low breathless moans.

"Yeah? You love everything I do to you? You're serving your King so well. So fucking well. Ah, fuck! You're so fucking good for me!"

Those words were followed by a low growl as Sukuna fucked his hot spurts of seed deep into your twitching pussy, making you mewl and jerk and beg him for more.

You were high on him every single time he fucked you. All those months ago, Sukuna had given you one little fix of his love, and it had become your sweetest addiction. And now you'd never be able to get enough.

Sukuna pulled out and rolled you on your back, moaning a breathless "Fuck!" when he saw his thick milky cum leak out of you and onto the black leather couch.

And then his handsome face was between your thighs, licking and kissing your swollen needy clit. You spread your legs for him, hands tugging on his soft pink hair again as you pushed your pussy onto his sweet tongue and let him take care of you in the most delicious way.

You came with a loud cry of his name, trembling and jerking beneath him as hot waves of pleasure crashed over you.

Sukuna kept going, though, cleaning you thoroughly, licking and kissing his and your cum off your still twitching pussy. Your cries of pleasure turned into soft moans, and your tight grip on his hair loosened, caressing him tenderly instead.

He finished cleaning you by placing a sweet kiss on your thigh, and one of his dazzling smiles greeted you as you looked down at him.

"Thank you for wanting to listen to me, princess. And for letting me fuck you any way I want and cumming so sweetly for me every fucking time. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me."

He came up to you, leaning over you while bracing himself on his forearms, biceps flexing so beautifully as he leaned down to capture your lips in a slow, tender kiss.

"I mean it, darling. Thank you for everything you do for me. I promise you, I will take you up on that offer. I'll tell you everything."

The expression on Sukuna's handsome face was soft, full of love, and you knew his words were sincere. It filled you with tenderness and affection. The Yakuza King was such a good man for you, so caring and loving, and you wanted to give him the same in return.

You smiled at him tenderly and let a hand run through the short hair of his undercut and into his soft pink strands, letting them glide lovingly through your fingers, treating this powerful, strong man with so much care and gentleness.

Because here with you, he could be just Kuna, just a regular man who had worries and fears too. And you would be his home, his safe place. You would be the one who would hold him and love him and fuck him and listen to him. The one he could share his darkness with.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Soooo we know now what happened that night! Was it what you expected? Also, I promise Yuuji baby and Megumi are both fine again!! Lmao @ Daddy Kuna for avoiding actually talking about things by just dicking reader down once again. You are so smart, Kuna (and so good at it grrr)! But I have a feeling he will open up in the next chapter ♥️ Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me happy! Thank you for sticking with this story!