#august walker imagine

[dungeonpuppykai]

|| Liability ||

Summary: When you nearly compromise The Organization on a job because of your impulsiveness, your boss August Walker decides it's time for a demotion; since you clearly still have much training ahead of you.

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own August Walker or any of the other Henry Cavill characters mentioned. This is a mature and morally gray story so browse at your own discretion. Minors do not interact.

Pairing: Mafia Boss!August Walker | Hench(wo)man!You.

Warning(s): D/s dynamics, m!dom, f!sub, the relationship is probably morally gray, slapping, throat fucking, power imbalance, pet names, hair pulling, deep throating, gun play, smut with plot (I am sorry I just couldn't stop), humiliation, degradation, camera play.

Note: Oh, my God! It's finally here, first Auggie fic go boom~ 

MASTERLIST

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"You're out, do not call again." You sighed into the phone and momentarily shut your eyes in frustration as you kept an eye out through the window of the dingy motel that you crouched next to, trying to stay one with the darkness of the room. 

"Boss…" It had taken you risking your life to buy a new sim card just to get him to pick up your call. "Come on, the whole thing would have gone south–"

"You have been told more times than can be counted to not take matters into your own hands" your form stiffened when you noticed a man from a rival gang casually stroll by the motel as he pretended to be a passerby. Fuck. As your eyes scanned the area you realized that you were slowly getting surrounded. "If anything goes against the plans it is protocol for the team to regroup and–"

"Boss… The Angels…" Had it not been August on the line, you would have masked the panic in your voice with not much effort or hesitation. "T- They're here…" There was a brief silence.

And then;

"That's your problem now, Y/n" your throat tightened when he did not use your gang alias. "I told you" there was shuffling on his side. Sweat broke out on your skin. That meant he was done with the conversation. "You're out." 

The line went dead.

Your tongue felt swollen as you glanced at the briefcase you had put everything on the line for. 

Just to lose anyways. 

Yes, alright. Maybe you had ignored Marshall's order to abort the mission and fought off Shaw because Kent had been incompetent enough to mess up hacking the target car's engine in time. And yes, maybe you had risked exposure by following the vehicle. But the fact of the matter was, no one had died and the asset was recovered all the same. The mask that you wore on missions had ensured the protection of your identity and though anyone from your line of work could tell it was Walker's notorious Wraith, no identifiable features meant no evidence.

But no. 

How could things ever end that easily? 

Solo being the asshole that he was just had to rat about the entire ordeal to Walker. 

Okay sure, maybe you had to shake off cops because one of the men inside the car had noticed you following them. And maybe you had had to wait for the streets to cool off for the rest of the day but that did not mean you had betrayed them by running away with the asset or something! 

Even if you had gotten caught -which you never did; hence your alias-, your boss should have known that you would sooner die tortured in a shithole slammer cell than rat.

You bit your tongue as you tossed the phone on the table after breaking the sim card, watching the inevitable unfold before you with vigilant eyes that stung from the moisture accumulating behind them as you readied what little weapons that you had on hand. 

The growing tightness in your throat was tugging at the back of your oral muscle and your jaw was aching from the strength it took you not to cave into emotion. But you held your nose high and snorted at the rivals– enemies before rolling your moist eyes at them. You could not help but critique them even then because if they were trying to blend in, they were frankly doing a shit job. 

"Of course" you snickered as you got up and went to stash the briefcase in the best spot you could find. 

The Diablos had teamed up with The Angels and the irony of that was not lost on you. 

So it took the State's top two gangs -that were arch rivals under usual circumstances- to bring The Wraith down, huh?

Being young and impulsive as you were, you had pissed all the wrong people off under August's wing.  You had earned it through your knack for casual brutality which was so devastating and sickening in nature that it seemed something innate for you. 

But now that the affiliation was gone, it seemed everyone wanted a piece of the once mighty Wraith. 

You burst into a cold chuckle again. 

All these men just to try to take down one girl, huh?

Crouching behind the bed with your gun aimed at the door after you had successfully hidden the cause of your demise in the most secure spot you could find -not wanting your foes to succeed even now-, you sucked in an icy breath and braced yourself for what was coming. "Here goes" you whispered to yourself as you pushed your airpods in your ears and blasted your music through them probably one last time. 

For if these were the last minutes of your life, you wanted to go out guns blazing with your favorite tunes blocking the ugly out.

That, and the emotions that were trying to dominate your mind and crawl down your eyes in your body's attempt to deal with the overwhelming sentiments surging through your body like electricity. 

No. 

August Walker's Wraith didn't do emotions– 

Wait. 

Fuck. 

You bit your tongue as you cussed at yourself. You did not belong to anyone. 

Especially not an asshole who had the audacity to doubt your intentions even after you had submitted to him everything you had had to offer. 

Service, body, mind, soul… heart. 

Your true drive behind striving to always get the job done was only to please him. It had been for a long time at this point. And so yes, you sometimes resorted to undesirable, disobedient means to achieve the goal but it was all only to make him happy. 

Richer. 

Contrary to the popular belief which had been spread around The Organization by Solo, you did not do it to move up the hierarchy. At least, not anymore. Sure, ambition had been your initial motivation before everything but nothing in the world mattered except for Master anymore. 

… The same Master that had abandoned you when you needed him most.

A humorless snicker escaped you at the thought and you couldn't help but shake your head. At the end, you were just like all those foolish girls that had come before you in different shapes and forms, belonging to different times and contexts; discarded cold and teary eyed at a crossroads for anyone willing in the end.

You had gotten lost in your thoughts, eyes focused on the door but peripherals ignorant to your surroundings; the flashes bouncing off the windows and the smoke of dust and gas permeating the air outside. 

You lost track of the minutes and songs that passed in mere fleeting moments to you as you forced yourself to recall basically everything despite the agony that you felt. You deserved the torture. A reflection on your entire life and how futile it had turned out to be in the end was important. It was only fair.

A man had been your undoing, this sentence wasn't enough. But it was all you knew in the moment. 

You were so completely focused on denying yourself any tears that you failed to take notice of a member of The Angels slamming into the glass of one of the windows as he was obliterated with some 7mm bullets.

It was only when the door shook by getting kicked that your heart and body jumped alike; pulling you back to the present, your heart strings tugging. Your hand tightened around your weapon. This is it. Clenching your jaw tight, you stabilized your breathing and waited for the enemy to kick the door in. The thought of just how pathetically you were cornered made you snicker as you shook your head.

Only, when the door swung free and you went to press the trigger did your chuckle die in your throat. 

Thump. Thump. Thump. 

Your heart weighed down in your chest until it was too much for your chest to hold and it let the organ fall into your stomach. 

Your breaths tightened.

The strength from your lungs drained.

Your fingers yanked the melodies away from your ears faster than you could register. 

Almost as though your body was suddenly on autopilot.

"B- Boss…?" 

The silhouette of a seething August blocked the doorway, his broad shoulders rising and falling with each pant of his breaths as his lungs churned. When his fingers roughly clawed at the switchboard to turn the lights on, his dark, glossy eyes came into your view before the rest of him did. 

The man was covered in blood as his pistol that held a metallic hue glinted in one of his hands. If you didn't know any better you would have said it seemed as though brief relief washed over his otherwise furious face when his bulging eyes finally located you in the room. Though his face instantly hardened of any emotion the moment it happened. His jaw clenched tighter as his eyebrows drew apart from each other, the cold blue of his eyes that were livid with chaos somewhat calming down while you gaped at him in shock.

The Boss never came down to the field himself. 

You had heard it had been a long time since he had last done it.

… All you had asked was for some backup.

What were you to make of this?

How–

"Kneel" oh.

But Master could. 

And he had. 

A ghost of a smile played on your lips as you rose and walked over to the middle of the room quicker than you could think, eyes wide and glassy. Your weapon slipped through your fingers the same time as when you collapsed on your knees in front of him; awaiting his next command with all the self-respect and ego you had conjured up in the last few minutes long forgotten. 

Nothing else mattered anymore. 

For Master was here.

There was no need for you to think anymore.

All that needed to be done now was to sit back and obey without question. 

August calmly walked over to you and stopped when he was towering over you, letting out an intentionally exaggerated sigh as he propped the tip of his weapon under your chin. "Liability" he had called you that the day Gus -your mentor and guardian figure in the whole organization- had finally presented you to him; The Boss, after months of trials. 

Your bottom lip wobbled with all that was cycloning through your head but you dared not speak. 

He had a way of making you feel so small and vulnerable it melted away your resolve every time.  

"Impulsive" the back of August's free hand that was covered in splatters of blood struck across your face and your head lolled to the side. "Stubborn" now your other cheek was caught in his fingers and you let your face swing free in the direction of the slap. Master was the only man who could treat you that way and you were nothing to deny him of his wishes. 

The barrel of his gun brought your chin back to the center again. "Headstrong" as another strike caused your face to sway in the same humiliating way, the knowledge that were he some other man you would have torn your revenge for treating you like this out of him sent tremors down your abdomen. 

You could but you wouldn't. 

Because it was August; the sole proprietor of your entire existence. 

The tip of his Sig Sauer brought you back in idle position again. "Non-compliant" as you received another harsh strike, you bit back your rising ire for though you submitted to him wholeheartedly, getting pushed around had never been your forte. 

But Master can do whatever he wants, you're his for treating however he desires. 

He was worthy of being worshiped.

Maybe he was the only man who deserved such service. 

And perhaps that was the reason why your hips clenched as hard as they did each time he treated you like you were nothing but part of the dirt under his shoe.

Like right now.

August centered you again and your insides threatened to boil over when you noticed that the broken door was open wide as it swayed with the gentle breeze of the night, the gap helping the guys to a perfect view of the inside of the room. 

You. 

And Master.

Whilst Syverson and Phillips had the decency -the latter probably only because you were a daughter figure to him- to look away, Solo, Shaw and Kent watched on shamelessly as they stood clutching their rifles, ready to shoot down any potential threat. 

"Disobedient" as your head lolled aside again, you felt your cheek sting just a bit harder than the other one due to the way your teeth dug in it, the gazes from outside only making it all the more worse. 

Your eyes traveled back to Master's darker, much stern ones. Fuck. You felt hot slick pool in your underwear. "Amateur" a whimper escaped you as the realization that the others could see you so vulnerable and submissive pricked the skin of your ears. "Overconfident" besides, this very personal dynamic you shared with your boss was private and none of your colleagues knew about it. So either August was ignorant of the door or he was so serious about whatever he was about to do to you, he didn't care. 

Although, since the man had an extremely vigilant nature, you doubted the former was the case. 

Which only left you with the latter conclusion… 

This time around, your face was recentered -you were never to do that yourself unless ordered to do so- not with the Sauer but with a harsh grip on your hair. "Seems to me you were not trained well enough to know your place, little girl" he had bent down to put his face in close proximity to yours, pulling you up by the grip he had on your head to meet him halfway.

Your lips fell agape as your knees burned, shaking just a little as you tried to triumph the induced Parkinson's. It was not easy to make the Wraith tremble. But championing impossibilities had always been August Walker's specialty. "Y- Yes, Master…" Cold, shaky breaths left you as you trembled under his glare. Your loins ignited to life and you couldn't help but subconsciously rock your hips against empty air. "P- Please t- teach me, Master…" You risked speaking out of turn, determined to win him back no matter what for you no longer remembered how it was like to function without him.

Without the sense of sanity and balance his commands created for you. 

And you were not willing to relearn it.

Ever. 

"Hm" August mused with obvious sarcasm. "Or," he let go of your hair and stood back up to his full height, raising the gun before pressing the cold, bloody tip to your forehead, "I could save us all a whole lot of time and just put you out of everyone's misery." His thumb moved to click the safety off, the sound flipping your stomach in the most vile of ways, none of which were concern for your wellbeing. 

"Whatever you deem fit, Master" keeping your eyes trained on him, you went on a limb and slowly moved to crane your head backwards and let the barrel crown trail between your eyebrows and down your nose. "Thank you, Master" the silent yet bright rage in his cold blue orbs caused for a shiver to run down your spine. 

Suddenly, the certainty that you were now sure to survive the night that had kindled after his arrival was extinguished just like that.

And yet, you parted your lips when the beginning of the barrel reached your mouth, sheathing it in your oral cavity and between your cheeks, the length causing them to hollow as you looked up at him. The metallic taste of the blood spatters that the Sauer was covered in caused your taste buds to sting as it further invaded your balmy cavern and the apex scratched against your throat. You tried not to cough, breathing through the nose as your hips helplessly rocked again with a mind of their own, the discomfort in the back of your mouth bringing tears to your eyes.

You were too far gone for this man. 

And there was no rationalizing or denying it.

"Now that's more like the pet I raised" your pussy clenched and you whined softly, wanting nothing more for the still seething man to take you against every surface available in the most depraved of ways. Each one that you were familiar with. "Remembering your place already, aren't you?" His now eased up breathing slowly started to clamber again as he reached for his fly with his free hand, pistoning the weapon in and out of your mouth to demonstrate how his cock was about to defile your mouth. Though you were to never move a single muscle out of turn, you could not help but bob your head along the Sauer in a horizontal fashion while your holes clenched again. 

You had come too close today. 

It could never happen again… if your boss would even allow there to be another time, that was. 

But for now, there were amends that needed making.

"Now then, what do we say?" August nearly slithered as he pulled the Sauer out of your mouth but didn't holster it, instead letting it dangle by one hand whilst the other tangled in your hair to pull you closer to his cock. 

"Want you in me, Master…" You resisted the urge to just open your mouth and move up on it.

You had angered him enough for a while. 

"Want me?" You cowered at his faux amusement that came out as a growl due to how enraged he was. 

"N- No…"

"No?" You gulped to yourself before trying again.  

"No–" you shook your head in panic, raking your mind to come up with an appropriate response. "I- I mean… N- Need you, Master…" Yes, that was certainly better. "Please…" Your bottom lip quivered as your words wavered with a pleading wanton in them. "N- Need you."

"And where do you need me?" The lack of contempt in his manner indicated that you were on the right track. Or at least somewhere near it.

"M- Mouth, M- Master…" Your nails dug into your thighs as you tried your best to hold back from touching him.

Disobedient girls didn't deserve to touch their Masters.

"And why do you need me in your mouth?" He let go of your hair to pump his monstrous girth a couple times as he stroked your cheek with the barrel of the Sauer. 

"T- To fuck my face, Master." You answered honestly, completely ignorant of how shocked Kent was at what was unfolding. 

Usually you were much more vigilant than this single minded mess you had become, but this was just the effect August had on you. 

"Is that right?" A twisted smirk made its way on his face. "And why do you need me to do such a humiliating thing to you, little girl?" You hadn't realized that your heart was thumping until its erratic beating began to put strain on your chest. 

"To be reminded of my place, Master." That seemed to finally create at least a semblance of satisfaction and your Master allowed you the tip of his cock at last. 

"And where is your place?" He waited patiently even though his body was clearly having a hard time holding back now that your warm lips circled his leaking tip. 

"Under you" you spoke through a mouthful of dick. "On my knees" you tried to kiss it to show your devotion but the puckering of your lips caused a loud suckling sound. His features twitched. "At your service, always" something else, a hungry dark, now mixed in with the bright lividness of his cold blue eyes and he grunted before pulling you closer by your hair, trailing the gun all the way down to your chest now. 

"That's right" he let go of your hair to slap your cheek before resuming his hold on the strands, grunting at the way his cock felt the vibration of his own palm from when he had struck you. "And you better remember that the next time you want to break protocol" your eyes widened in realization and hope flashed in your eyes. 

A chance. 

You tried to respond but his cock was too far into your mouth for you to be able to let out a coherent answer. Ao you chose to hum and unintentionally sent waves of pleasure all the way down to his balls. Well, all's well that ends well, right? You began to bob your head up and down with a newfound optimism, peeking up at his humongous form with pure adoration in your eyes. 

August cursed under his breath at the sight of you so submissive and comfortable in your humility. The sheer love and devotion in your eyes as your warm cavity clung to his cock, the mass of your lashes fluttering each time your face slid all the way down his length and the way his tip brushed your gag reflex with each movement, the stubble on his crotch tickling your nose as you did, it was all too much for him to handle with civility. 

"Use your hands" so he finally allowed you what you had been craving for. You felt your pussy throb when his thick veins twitched against your grainy tongue. "Go ahead, show me what you are good for" his voice was gravelly as the Sauer slipped into the neckline of your shirt and he let you feel the cold metal against your skin. 

You gladly complied, moaning at the feeling of the weapon against you, hoisting yourself further upwards on your heels as you reached for his balls with one hand and palmed them generously. Your head rotated each time you moved in on his cock, other hand working fast to pump him each time you pulled back until you were only sucking on his tip. 

"Look at you" August hooked one foot against your knee and pushed it apart to create more distance between your legs. "Maybe you should retire as solely my toy for the rest of your days, huh?" Leaving the weapon hanging from your shirt and tucked tightly in your bra, the older man clicked the safety on before clasping his fist around your throat. "You're much better at it than the job, anyway" the corners of your shoulders jutted upwards when his cock finally breached your swallow tract and tears fell from your eyes at last in thick drops at last.

Glancing up at August with your bloodshot eyes, you darted your tongue out to trace as much the circumference of his ballsack as you possibly could. He cursed heavily. "Just like that… good girl" the back of your throat was warm and even more inviting, enveloping him in such a way that an imprint of his cock appeared on your delicate skin, the ridges grazing against August's palm that pressed against it. 

Your head was now dizzy due to the lack of air but you did not care as you unplugged your mouth just enough to wheeze in as much air as you possibly could, releasing a fat wad of hot spit down the intimidating length of his cock that you pumped messily with your hand. There was a dull ache in your scalp because of the taut grip that he had on your hair. Your lungs burned. Your ears were on the verge of melting along your brain. Your jaw ticked due to his size. Your throat stretched each time he violated its inner cavity. Your pussy throbbed for attention and your abdomen pulsated painfully.

But none of it mattered. 

So long as you got to satisfy your Master, everything was bearable.  

"Fucking hell" August groused as he stilled your head in one place to reach as low as he could possibly go down the back of your oral cavity, pistoning short-paced thrusts up and down the space to fuck his orgasm out. Your trembling hands gripped his knees as you felt a strain in your jaw due to how his sack was widening it, obediently licking and sucking at his balls to the best of your ability. 

Somewhere amidst the thrusting and swallowing, your windpipe catched a drop and you coughed, further intensifying the man's pleasure as the turbulence caused a mix of your spit and his cum to spray out of your nose before it trailed down to your lips. 

August fished his phone out of his jacket and quickly snapped a shot of your state. 

Hair disheveled, mouth full of cock, red eyes full of tears that stained your flush cheeks, thick strings of drool and his seed dripping down your chin. 

"Make yourself look pretty for me" he nodded at you with a brief glance to his cock and where it connected with you. 

The camera was still trained at you when you obediently pulled him out with a gag and cough while pumping the rest of his cum out and onto your face. The flash of the lenses nearly blinded you as you looked up in the video that he was recording now, your tongue and swollen lips glistening as you painted yourself pearlescent. 

"Now, what do we say?" August panted once you were done. 

"Thank you so much f- for giving me a chance a- and fucking my face, Master" your voice was hoarse and a near whisper as you forced it out through your worked out mouth, licking your lips to collect as much of him as possible. 

"That's fucking right" he ended the video by squeezing your cheeks in his grip until your cum covered features scrunched in the most humiliating way before he landed a last slap to your cheek. 

August fixed himself up professionally like he didn't just fuck your throat into oblivion and you submissively waited on your knees, awaiting his next command. After he was satisfied with his appearance, the man wiped his hands on your jacket before he took his gun out from between your boobs and holstered it. 

"Up" raising one of his hands above his head, he snapped his fingers and allowed you the privilege of leaning on one of his arms as you scrambled up to your feet. 

A very stunned Shaw was by his side within the next second, his ears a deep, almost embarrassed red. "Retrieve the asset" the younger male awkwardly looked at your obscene state as you wordlessly nodded in the direction of the briefcase stash. "Now," August's fingers snaked around your hair again as he glanced down at you, "let's get my estranged Wraith home" your head lolled in his direction as he began to walk towards one of the many sleek black SUVs parked outside. 

"You have been demoted" he informed you once you had both settled in the backseat of one of the vehicles. August thrusted his phone in your hand. It displayed the picture that he had taken just a few minutes ago. "We will begin right from the start; the basement" your heart dropped. Oh, fuck. You had only been down there once and it was not a place where August was pleasant in any sense. And your sadistic lover was never much agreeable in the affectionate sense anyways. You definitely still had a lot to atone for. "Keep looking at this picture. I don't want your eyes off it for a second" the menace in his tone made you gulp as the humiliating picture burnt its way into your eyesockets.

A few seconds passed before you felt August's hands slip around your ass but you dared not look up to express your wonder. "Now… about that weeping little pussy of yours…" Honestly, it was hard not to notice. The stain you had made for yourself was too dark and wide for anyone to miss.  

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[imyourbratzdoll]

Hey, regarding your Henry Cavill fics, could you write about August Walker as a husband or a father? I've never read anything related to that about August. The idea of August being this evil man but with a secret family. He's an evil antagonist and I love him like that, but soft August would be nice for a change.

hello, I do apologise for taking so long to get to this and the shortness. I hope you enjoy it either way.

summary - your married to august walker, and he finally comes home and greets you and your kids.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

“Honey, I’m home!” August walks through the door tiredly. He puts his bags down and kneels, hearing little feet running toward him. August smiles, opening his arms as his daughter and son run into them. 

“Daddy!!!” They launch into his arms, wrapping their tiny arms around him. “Missed you so much!” They giggle, snuggling close to him.

“I missed you munchkins too! Were you good for mummy?” August asks, stroking their backs and hair. They nod, grinning up at him.

You smile, leaning against the wall and watching your husband with your children. “Hey, baby.” He looks up before standing, lifting your kids into his arms and walking over to you. August smiles, leaning close and placing a soft kiss on your lips. Your hand comes up and strokes his cheek, noticing the tiny cut. 

“I’ve missed you and the kids so much.” 

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[ilyrafe]

𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 ✧ 𝒂. 𝒘.

a/n: this is based on this list! (also, hi i’m back…????)

“come to bed.”

you hear the request come out hoarse as you’re about to put on your bra, and just those three little words are enough to make you give up your plan to leave.

when you turn to face the sleepy man on the bed, you smile at him, but august remains serious and his eyes are practically closed. his arm is stretched out on the mattress where you slept.

“that's not in the rules,” you teasingly point out.

your relationship is odd, full of rules that august loves to break and mostly one sided. after understanding that august might not be capable of love, you decided to accept it and learned how to deal with him and your feelings, and sometimes, you wonder if you’re really the only one who gets him.

“just come.”

you laugh. you reach for your bra to put it on, but he stops you.

“don’t put it on.”

there’s just a teeny tiny little hint of a grin on his lips, but you pretend you don’t see it when you leave your bra behind. you go back to the bed and lay next to him, he stares at you directly into your eyes, as if he’s trying to read your mind.

“i hate when you leave while i’m asleep.”

oh.

“i thought that was what you wanted.”

“i did…” he sighs as he closes his eyes again, letting his sleep wash over him again.

you don’t know what to make of his confession. your poor little heart beats faster while your brain tells you to stop reading into things. this is august walker, he doesn’t do feelings.

he puts an arm over your body and gently pulls you closer. he begins to run his hand up and down your bare back as you keep your hands to yourself and pretend to sleep, once again disheartened.

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[livesinfantasyland]

The one where August Walker falls for someone he can't have.

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[ktficworld]

The king is holding a swayamvar for the princess of India very soon. You are invited.

A modern day royalty imagine.

Swayamvar:

"self-choosing" or "self-selection." In Hindu tradition, Swayamvar refers to a practice where a princess chooses a groom from among a group of suitors.

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[daydreaming-in-letters]

Worship

Epilogue - Home

01/01/2023

Pairing: Hades (August Walker/Geralt of Rivia) x Eliza (OFC)

Word Count: 5,460

Warnings: pain (physical and mental), mentions of past trauma and grief, a little angst, unprotected sex, all the fluff

Summary: It's time for the God of the Underworld to return to the mortal realm and take his queen home.

A/N: This is it. More than 61,000 words, 15 months, a Hades tattoo and a lot of frustration, despair and soooo much fun later this story will finally come to an end today. I still cannot quite believe it and I am far from ready to let these two go now. But maybe rather than marking the ending of Hades and Eliza's story, it is actually the beginning of their life together as King and Queen of the Underworld. So instead of closing the door with this epilogue, I think I might leave it ajar, just in case the muse may grace me with one or two more ideas for these two.

Thank you to everyone who stayed with me during this crazy journey. My special thanks goes out to @ashesofblackroses for her never dying support and the endless swooning sessions that never failed to kick my muse in the butt whenever I felt the project was much too ambitious for me. And second I would like to personally thank @fvckinghenrycavill for all those unbelievably kind comments. You understand me as a writer like no other and pushed me through a real motivation drought with your wonderful feedback. I love you guys!

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It was time, Anastasia realised as she looked up from the yellowed pages and found the mellow waves of the lake glowing like liquid fire. She would have to finish the story later if she wanted to stick to the plan and take her stroll at the water’s edge in the cool light of the blue hour. It wasn’t much of a loss, she thought as she sat the book down on the coffee table. She knew the ending of the story anyway. The fool would turn and lose the love he had just regained for good. He had entered the Underworld, touched the hearts of Hades and Persephone, swayed them to let him lead his lover back to the world of the living, just to give in to his growing impatience and consequentially ruin the second chance they had been so graciously granted. Anastasia sighed. Mortals or gods, it didn’t matter. They were all idiots if one believed the tales of the ancient Greeks.

For a second her eyes grazed the coat rack, but she dismissed the thought of taking a jacket right away. It had been scorching all day, and she didn’t expect it to be any less so when she stepped out onto the front porch. To her surprise, a soft breeze carried over from the water, gently playing with her hair as she began strolling down the small path that joined the cottage and the lake. 

A thought made her turn around and she couldn’t help a bittersweet smile from growing on her lips as she watched the tiny house gleam in the last rays of sunlight that crept across the tree tops. She had spent a lot of her childhood here, at her grandparents’ cottage. Spring had always been her favourite time for a visit and she remembered scurrying through the daffodils that grew everywhere around the lake, chasing butterflies while her grandfather had watched her with a smile, patiently waiting for the fish to bite. After their deaths, she had inherited the place and for the last two years, she had come here every time the opportunity presented itself. 

It was a good hiding spot, her refuge to forget about her shitty job and her troublesome love life and all of life’s other inconveniences. Here she was free, to be herself, to do whatever she pleased and she was sure that there was something magic about this place. 

Ana shivered as an odd feeling suddenly befell her. A familiar feeling, like an old friend, but odd nevertheless. It had accompanied her all her life, always lingering in the back of her mind or the pit of her stomach, growing stronger from time to time, then dropping to a mere whisper at others. It wasn’t exactly a bad feeling, neither did it feel particularly good, and over time she had simply learned to live with it. 

It hadn’t always been an easy burden to shoulder though, especially not in her childhood, knowing full well that her friends didn’t live with the same inner voice and assuming as a consequence that something was terribly wrong with her. 

Maybe it was, she often thought, especially in the darker moments when another relationship ended or when simple tasks like getting out of bed and going to work seemed almost impossible. It were times like those when the voice grew louder, clearer, and Ana thought that she might be able to grasp its message at last. But no matter how hard she tried, she hadn’t been able to figure it out. 

The closest she had ever gotten were images that came to her in flashes, like fragments of memories that weren’t her own, forcing themselves into her mind violently. Dark, demonic eyes, an opera house, a name too faint to understand. She couldn’t make much sense of them, but that wasn’t necessary. She knew they were important and nothing could ever compare to the feeling they brought with them. A feeling of finally being whole that always vanished too soon and left her feeling more incomplete every time, knowing only that she was missing something or someone, and probably always would. 

That was why she loved coming here, to her cottage, so much. At first she had thought it was nothing, a mere coincidence, but over the past few months the voice inside her head had grown stronger with every passing second she had spent here. A whispering temptation that had become impossible to ignore, pulling her steadily towards the unknown. Maybe it had to do with nature’s beauty that surrounded her here. With the soft light, the calming sound of the tender waves or the heady scent of narcissus that filled the air.

Narcissus? 

In the middle of August?

Bewildered she stopped, just in time, she realised as her gaze fell onto the colourful patch of flowers that bloomed right before her feet. Ana could have sworn they hadn’t been here this morning when she had last taken the rocky path to get to the lake for an early morning swim. In an attempt to find out if they were actually real, she leaned down, careful fingers reaching out for the yellow petals instantly. 

She gasped, stumbling back a few steps when a tearstained voice ghosted through her mind as clear as day the second her fingertips touched the silky blossom.

Aidoneus.

Her heart drumming wildly in her chest, Ana clutched her hand to her body as if the flower had singed her fingers. Impossible. 

Until we meet again, my beloved mortal.

That voice. 

A different one this time, but layered thickly with the same heart-wrenching despair. On instinct her eyes followed the direction it had seemed to come from. Down the path, from the lake. And without waiting for permission, her feet began to carry her in the very same direction. 

My beloved mortal.

The words echoed in her mind. Mortal? Who in their right mind talked like that? She had probably read too much Ovid today, that was all.

Still, that voice. That warm, dark timbre. A voice like that surely couldn’t just emanate from the pure power of her imagination. It was too tempting, too perfect, too familiar to be born from her mind alone. And it was calling her.

Where to and who or what would be waiting for her, Ana didn’t know, and it didn’t matter anyway. Because the one thing she did know was that this was it. This was the day she would find out what the feeling that had accompanied her all her life meant. And the moment she looked around and found the path lined by more and more lush patches of daffodils, she hurried her steps. 

And she didn’t stop until her body broke through the last line of trees. She couldn’t have stopped, not even the growing fear of stumbling and crashing onto the rocky ground could have made her, but as soon as her eyes fell upon the figure standing by the waterline, her feet refused to take even one more tiny step. 

His back was turned on her and she couldn’t make out more than a pair of remarkable shoulders, a wide back that narrowed all the way down to his perfectly shaped behind, all clad in the blackest set of trousers and a matching shirt she had ever seen. And still it was enough to make her feel his darkness, his strength and preternatural power that was oozing from his body. 

For a split second, she was tempted to run, solving the riddle of a lifetime be damned, but then he turned. Even from a distance the icy blue of his eyes dazzled her. But it wasn’t just their colour, there was something else about his eyes that annihilated her flight instinct in a heartbeat. 

Could it be? Could it be that it was his voice she had heard, his voice that had lured her here? If only he would say something to confirm or contradict her theory, but he just stood there, his eyes fixed on her with a probing gaze, holding hers, waiting patiently. And it was then Ana understood that he was leaving the decision to her. She could turn and walk away, pretending this encounter had never happened, or she could follow the path that had led her towards him and, hopefully, finally unravel the mystery of the voice inside her head.

But to Ana, there was no choice to make here, not really. And so she walked on, even though her knees threatened to give out with every step she took, even though her lungs felt as if they didn’t take in enough air to keep her mind focused, even though she heard nothing but the rush of her heartbeat in her own ears.

It surprised her a little with which ease she stepped into his private space—and even more so, how natural it felt. For a moment she pondered whether she should touch him, just to make sure he was real. The wavy strand of his brown hair that trembled in the breeze was tempting, as were the whiskers on his upper lip, but for now, being so close to him that she could feel the warmth radiate off his massive body would have to do. 

“Do I know you?”

The hint of a smile broke through his sincere facade and Ana regretted her lack of courage to touch him instantly. He would have let her, she was sure of it now. But as soon as he answered her question, that thought wasn’t important anymore. Nothing was.

“You do, and yet you don’t.”

It was him. No doubt about it. Him she had been pulled towards all her life. Because it had taken only one sentence from his mouth to make her yearning stop and all she was left with under the warm gaze of his eyes was peace.

“Who are you?”

“Some call me the Unseen One, Receiver of Many, others Devil or Death. But that’s of little consequence to me.” He paused, and Ana wanted to blurt out a million questions that spiralled through her mind at once. But from the corner of her eye she saw his hand move towards her cheek, and the anticipation of his touch silenced her. It never came though. It didn’t have to. His words meant more than any touch of his hand ever could have. “You, on the other hand, are.”

“Why? What am I to you?”

And then his hands were there, cupping her cheeks with an urgency that was only surpassed by the urgency in his voice.

“You are everything to me.”

His passionate confession made it impossible for her to breathe. He had meant every word of it. If his tone and his touch weren’t enough to make her believe him, his eyes surely were. But still there was this nagging voice inside her. Doubt. Nursed by the lies and disappointments that formed the patchwork of her previous love life. 

“How can you be so sure of that? You don’t even know me.”

The soft smile he finally allowed to settle on his lips made her heart flutter.

“I’ve loved you for a long time, sweet mortal. And at some point, I believe you loved me too.”

It was true. It must be. What other explanation could there be for this pull, this feeling of belonging? She had loved him. She still did. And he loved her. And still her heart grew heavy with the one realisation that pushed itself between her and the man she belonged with.

“I…I don’t remember. Why don’t I remember you?” It wasn’t until she heard her own shaky voice that Ana realised she was crying. 

“Sh, don’t cry, my love,” he cooed as he tenderly wiped away the salty drops from her cheeks. “I told you once that there was always a way. And while I have been waiting for this day to arrive, it unfolded itself before me. I’m afraid it is neither easy nor entirely painless, but I will be with you should you choose it anyway. So tell me, my queen, do you want to remember?”

Her answer didn’t come immediately and it was only now that Hades realised he had only ever envisioned this scenario to end in his favour. But what if she declined? What if she chose a life that did not include him? 

The day he had finally found her again, he had been sure that he wouldn’t be able to live another day apart from her, and it had cost him every last ounce of his will power to stay away from her, to wait for the moment she would be ready to remember. He wasn’t sure if he would survive her rejection now. He had vowed never to lose her again, not even by the hands of the Fates themselves, and the plan he and Hecate had come up with to ensure his queen would be able to rule by his side until the end of time itself was immaculate. But in this very moment his happiness, his heart lay in her hands and it didn’t escape the immortal god that he found himself once again in the throes of hope and despair, at the mercy of a mere mortal. 

A single nod, silent but decided, finally ended his torment. His instinct told him to pull her closer, to celebrate the relief she had just granted him with a passionate kiss, but he knew that it was too soon to rejoice. The hardest part still lay ahead of them—of her. 

And so the only thing that spoke of his elation was the warmest of smiles that curled his perfectly shaped lips upwards. “Then all you have to do is drink this.”

He loathed the second her gaze left his and was pulled to the richly decorated chalice that had appeared in his hand instead. Eyes glued to the clear, odourless liquid, Hades wondered whether she might reconsider her choice after all, when they suddenly lifted back up again to find his orbs of blue for reassurance. 

I love you, sweet mortal, he wanted to say and Eliza would have understood. She would have understood that it was a promise, that there was nothing to be afraid of because he would never let anyone or anything harm her. But this was not his Eliza, not yet, and so he swallowed his words and smiled again instead until he could feel the weight being lifted out of his hand at last.

He didn’t dare look away or even blink as she lifted the chalice to her lips. She needed to drink it all, every last drop of the water from the Mnemosyne he and Hecate had been very careful to measure. A few drops too much from the pool of memory and she would not only remember her last life but all of them, and humans had gone insane over less. But one drop too little could mean she would be missing parts of her memory, vital parts, and that was a risk he was not willing to take. 

And so he monitored her closely, watching her every move, every single twitch and flutter, while he waited for the inevitable. He knew exactly what was about to happen, Hecate had briefed him again and again, and they had disputed more times than he could count whether he was to tell his mortal what was about to happen to her or not. Ultimately, the fear of losing her again before he had even gotten her back had convinced him to spare her the details, but now, as he watched the unease cloud her eyes and slowly turn into panic, he hated himself for being such a coward. 

It had started slowly. The first effects had been almost imperceptible and Ana had thought it were her nerves playing tricks on her when the world had seemed to blur for the tiniest moment and then instantly cleared before her eyes again. But she could feel that there was something building up in the back of her head, like an oncoming storm, and then everything seemed to be happening at once.

She had wanted to warn him that something wasn’t right, but before the words even had the chance to form in her mind, she lost control. She could see the reflection of her own eyes in his, and judging from the terror they held she seemed to be in a state of utter panic. But she wasn’t. At least it didn’t feel like it. In fact, Ana didn’t feel much at all. Strangely numb and a little lightheaded, the world began to slip away from her. She remembered waiting for the clattering sound of the chalice that had escaped her grip, but it never came. Instead she could feel herself fall, but instead of the hard ground she landed against something soft and was wrapped tightly into a warm blanket. For a second, it was only her, floating in sweet nothingness. She could have stayed like this forever. Calm. Peaceful. 

But then a rush of light split the darkness, its gleaming blaze hurting her eyes as it surged towards her. In the distance, she heard somebody scream in pain and the air suddenly felt too heavy to breathe, leaving her with nothing but a salty, bitter taste in her mouth. And then the images came.

A beautiful couple with two sets of beaming eyes, a small boy sticking his head in between theirs as he hugged them from behind. Then the same boy, a bit older now, missing a tooth in his wild smile, and a little girl with dark hair looking up at him in adoration as he tightly clutched her hand in his. 

Alex. ALEX. 

Mom and Dad.

Tires screeching somewhere far away, glass breaking and metal groaning, then silence, darkness. And pain. A suffocating ache deep in her chest as real as it had been on the day that had marked the end of life as she had known it and spiralled her deeper into the abyss that had opened up a long while ago. 

There was nothing. Only the darkness that surrounded her. She couldn’t even tell if her eyes were open or closed. But then there was something. Faint at first, but growing louder with every passing second. A whisper.

Eliza.

And even though there was still nothing to be seen, she could feel him. His strong arms that carried her into her bedroom, unrelenting hands that helped themselves to her flesh, caressing her, pleasuring her.

Let me worship you.

She was soaring, her heart threatening to burst as the memory of her divine soulmate came back to life piece by piece. Light blue eyes turning black, silvery scars appearing on immaculate skin, white hair replacing brown locks, and a smile as precious as it was rare, sparked by her, only her.

She wanted to stay in this fragment of her memory forever, basking in the intoxicating composition of mystery and desire, power and satisfaction, and love, so much love. He had almost completely manifested before her now, her God of the Underworld. All it took was a mere reach of her hand and they would be one again at last. 

Her arm already lifting up, a flash of yellow suddenly drowned out his image as it hit the ground right before her feet. It was gone as suddenly as it had appeared, and all it left behind was a daffodil, its fragile petals crushed and broken. By a secret, sealed with a promise born from the naive passion of first love, woven by the hands of the Fates. Those fucking Fates. 

Eliza felt her body starting to tremble, her breath quickening and it was only now that she realised she was running. She didn’t know where to, it was too dark to see, but she knew that she was running from something. And she was running for her life.

Should you ever need me, just say my name and I’ll be there.

“AIDONEUS!”

Eliza was screaming at the top of her lungs now. Over and over she hollered his name into the darkness, her voice losing volume with every cry for her lover. Hot tears were streaming down her face, drowning out her voice until it only came as a mere whisper, muffled by silk, before it fell silent completely.

It was done. She was back. His queen had returned. Where only moments ago he had taken a stranger into his arms, he held his Eliza now. She was still trembling in the aftershocks of her pain that had wrestled them both to the ground, but he could feel her body slowly relax against his chest. Still he was hesitant to loosen his tight embrace, as was she, it seemed, her fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt as if she feared he might vanish the moment she let go of him. He wouldn’t. He would never lose her again and there was no power in this world that would ever take her from him again either.

“It was you.” Her voice was feeble and croaky but full of determination. “It was you all along. Always you.”

“I promised to wait, didn’t I? Just as you promised to be with me always. Do you remember?”

“I do. And I did. All this time.”

It was strange really. The drink from the Lethe should have wiped every last bit of her memory, but somehow it seemed as if part of her had refused to forget about him and everything they had shared. He may have been erased from her mind, but he could never be erased from her soul. He was a part of it, a part of her.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as the need to be closer still took hold of her and her arm was already moving to wrap around his strong shoulders and neck before she even realised what she was doing. Everything about him felt new, as if she would feel him for the first time and hadn’t already explored every last inch of him. But that had been in another lifetime, a different body, causing her whole form to tingle as her head found the faintly familiar comfort of his shoulder. Immediately his long lost scent invaded her senses, smokey, sinful, pulling her closer until her nose had found the bare skin of his neck to inhale his rich essence right from its source.

It wasn’t long until her fingers started to move on their own, setting out to explore their territory. Soon they left the silky path of his shirt to slip underneath the dark fabric, venturing deeper and deeper, refusing to stop before they found the lush fur that covered his chest. Eliza could feel the rapid swell of his sharp inhale underneath her fingertips, and her lips chose to answer in her stead, pressing down urgently onto his warm skin. There was nothing she could have done to prevent them from parting the second they detected the strong pulse of his heartbeat against them, tongue darting out to taste him and the sheer force of life he radiated. 

“Eliza.”

His voice was soft, pleading, almost drowning out against the low rumble of thunder in the distance, but his hands spoke a different language as they dug into her flesh. It was more than apparent that he was holding back. What for she couldn’t tell, but she knew for sure that she didn’t want him to. It felt like an eternity to her since she had last been his, how long must it have felt for him?

Distracted by the trail of burning desire her lips and tongue left on his skin, Hades was in no state to notice that her hand had left its fluffy resting place and was now moving up along his chest, his neck, his sharp jawline to find the friction of his scruffy cheek. He wasn’t surprised in the least that she wasn’t met with any resistance as she began to gently tilt his head towards her. 

“My love,” she whispered, right next to his mouth, and when her breath slipped in between his parted lips, he knew he was lost.

The first touch of her mouth was featherlight, and still her kiss moved the deepest parts inside him as her lips carefully caressed his, probing, testing. It was Elysium, savouring her like this after what had felt like millennia, eons of separation. He could have stayed like this forever, his darling mortal in his arms, her soft lips on his, and he would never want for anything again. But then, with a sigh that rekindled memories he had only ever allowed himself to visit when the pain of her absence had threatened to become unbearable, she opened up to him and all his intentions of taking his time dissolved in the gentle breeze. With the first taste of her sweet flavour on his tongue, he could feel the hunger awaken inside of him, a hunger only she knew how to sate. 

And Hades could tell that he wasn’t the only one who was yearning to renew their union as Eliza began to shift in his arms. Soon she was straddling him, the full softness of her body pressing against his chest as the strong hold of his arms around her coaxed a delicious moan from her lips. 

Everything about her was new, the sensation of her skin, her smell, her taste and he was eager to familiarise himself with every little detail of her being and learn her anew. 

Suddenly a flash of lightning broke the sky, reminding him very effectively that this wasn’t at all what he had wanted their reunion to be like. There was no need to rush. He had made that mistake before, outside the opera house, overwhelmed by the lure of her want for him. After the mess his weakness had caused, the pain it had caused her, he had sworn himself to never let his primal instincts take over like that again. And so he pulled away.

But as soon as his eyes found hers, he knew that it had been the wrong decision. Confusion dimmed the sparkle he had found there earlier, and was soon joined by the pain his refusal had brought.

“Don’t you want me?” she whispered and the words she added only in her mind spoke louder to him than ever. In this form.

How could she ever think he didn’t want her because she looked different now? He loved her, so much he had merged his soul with hers, a bond that would last until the end of time. What did looks matter in the face of such love?

“I want you more than anything, my sweet mortal.”

“And I you, my lord.” A pair of soft hands cupped his face. “I need you. I need you to show me you’re still mine.”

He growled lowly as his lips captured hers again in a searing kiss and pulled her closer.

“Right here?”

Her brown eyes held the blue orbs of his mortal form unashamedly. After everything that had changed about her, her eyes still remained the same. The same warmth, the same challenge, the same fire that burned for him. 

“Right here. I cannot be apart from you any longer.”

In an instant the last barrier that had separated them vanished, forcing two heavy moans to break free as they finally felt each other skin on skin. They didn’t even notice the first raindrops that hit their naked bodies. Deeply immersed in each other, in their kiss, now hungrier, more demanding, they devoured each other, claiming anew what had been denied to them so long by fate. 

“Show yourself to me, my love.”

With a soft moan his eyes closed and Eliza watched in awe as his hair turned white, his skin a touch paler, decorated with silvery scars like the finest marble. On impulse her fingers reached for him, coaxing a soft sigh from his lips as they traced the silvery lines on his chest and shoulders. But she also needed to feel his hair run through her fingers, those silky strands that were withheld from her by a messy bun. But she was quick to free them and as soon as she let her fingers dive into the divine softness, he opened his eyes.

“Aidoneus.”

Like a tender caress his own name wafted over his lips on her sweet breath. But before he could return the favour, the sure touch of her fingers, closing around his arousal, made her name die on his tongue and while she let the unfathomable darkness of his eyes swallow her, they became one again. 

For a short eternity the world seemed to stand still, and so did they, clinging to each other upon the overwhelming sensation of the completeness of their reunion. 

Finally, he thought as he buried his face in her raven hair. Finally she was back in his arms, where she had always belonged.

No words could have ever explained what they both felt right now, and so they kept silent, eyes holding each other—until she moved. Moaning in unison, there was no holding back from here on. Hands began wandering across bare skin, feeling, exploring, relishing in their regained closeness, joined by mouths that needed to lick and suck, to bite and taste what they had missed for far too long.

Rain was pouring down on them by now, still they stayed unfazed as the warm droplets hit them and cascaded down their bodies in thick rivulets. Thunder shook the trees nearby, causing ripples on the surface of the lake, but soon their sounds of pleasure drowned out the rumbling of nature as they filled the charged air around them.

In a wave of pleasure that pulsed through her whole body, Eliza’s head lulled back and Hades seized his chance. Eagerly he lapped up the raindrops from her velvety neck, her collarbones, her breasts, coaxing the sweetest sighs from her throat.

“Don’t let go,” she begged, her voice needier than ever in the face of her nearing high. “Please don’t let go.”

“Never.”

With a roar he pulled her closer, securing her in his arms as another stroke of lightning split the sky. 

“Eliza.”

“Please, my love. Please.”

“I love you.”

His confession still hot on her lips, ecstasy washed over them, engulfing them, consuming them whole. And he did as she had asked of him. He didn’t let go. Not even after the storm had calmed and left them floating in perfect bliss. And neither did she. 

He couldn’t blame her. It was simply impossible to loosen their embrace. After all the years of pain and yearning and silent despair. But none of this mattered now, dissolving like morning mist by sunrise. He would not lose her again. Never. Not even another day would he spend without her by his side, without her warm embrace and the protection of her love. This was perfection. Just holding her close, feeling the strain of her chest against his grip and the wild beating of her heart against his own, this was why he lived, the only thing that was real, and true, and finally set him free.

The many years of solitude had given him time to prepare, to plan her return to him and to the Underworld, as his rightful queen. Everything was settled, Thanatos and Hecate waiting for them and setting everything up for the ceremony. For as his queen, he wanted her to be his equal in every way. A goddess, not only to him but to the souls he ruled and the Olympians alike. The Goddess of Rebirth.

“Come with me, Eliza. Be my queen. Rule the Underworld by my side.”

His heart sank into his feet when instead of an answer, Eliza pulled away. He had been so sure that this was what she wanted as well, but with every passing second of her silence he began to wonder now if all the years of separation had deluded his mind on this matter.

“Aidoneus.” Her hands cupped his face again as she spoke, one thumb gliding along the softness of his lips. “Take me home.”

And there it finally was, the beaming smile, overflowing with happiness, that he had so dearly hoped to find on her face.

Home. 

For a long time, there hadn’t been any place that deserved to be called that. But with her, he could make a home anywhere, even in the most unlikely of places. And he would. They would.

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bodyguard!August aftercare

This is a tiny follow-up to At last that I think was requested, but I can’t remember right now!

“Come here.”

I was barely able to understand what he meant, only realizing he was actually talking to me once the world turned upside down because August had flipped me over his shoulder, and was now carrying me back inside the house.

I didn’t bother complaining or arguing. Yes, there was a party I was expected to attend, but after the sex I’d just had? All I wanted was to sleep off the tiredness and wake up with that amazing post-orgasmic blow, ‘cause holy hell, those were some orgasms!

It seemed like August had other ideas, however. After getting me back into the house, he took me to my bedroom, where he proceeded to strip me naked of whatever part of my outfit was still hanging from my body

And then he took me to my bathroom and laid me in my bathtub. And then he stripped naked.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” It appeared that post-orgasm me was a lot like drunk-me: honest and blunt as all hell, but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, I think I even saw the corners of his lips twist up while he took position behind me, on the bathtub.

“Scoot over,” he ordered, and like the pleasing little lamb I’d become once he got his dick in me, I followed, sighing in relief once his chest was against my back, his hands running all over my body to help clean it up or to tease me more, I couldn’t tell.

“Just so you know…” His voice was barely over a whisper, and I hummed to let him know I was listening. “I didn’t do this just because I think you’re hot.” Well, that was a nice sentiment. It didn’t really help with my concerns and worries, though.

“Why did you, then?” I had to ask, since he’d opened up the door for this conversation to happen. He didn’t answer immediately, too busy washing my hair for me. It was only after I relaxed against his chest that the answer came:

“I suppose I have real feelings for you.”

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[maggotzombie]

the day/night we met ; henry cavill

PAIRING — Henry Cavill x Reader (fem) SUMMARY — On your wedding day, your Maid of Honor prepares a special gift to which you and Henry have distinct responses. WORDS — 1,8k TW — nothing really just a lot of fluff, emotions (I cried a bit writing it), Henry in a suit 😈. A/N — Hi! I'm not dead, just quit the most toxic job ever so I'm getting back here lol Here's a short but very dear fic to me that I wrote last year but never posted. I'm so happy to finally post this! This story has been in my head for two years now and it came out better than I thought.

Song insp.: Eu Me Lembro by Clarice Falcão feat. Silva

— 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

“ALRIGHT,” YOUR MAID OF HONOR smiles, carefully wiping her tears with a napkin. “After making you cry and potentially ruining some makeup,” The room laughs. “I’ve prepared something different to end this on a high note.”

This is one of the dearest moments of your life: your wedding. You’re marrying your soulmate. Your heart could burst with love and happiness whenever.

Everything’s perfect, from your dress to the lights of the venue. Henry – your newly proclaimed spouse – has an arm around you as you listen to your family and friends' speeches about you and your love.

You found it strange when your Maid of Honor wasn’t the first to speak, but it seems she has a reason for it. Immediately, you feel anxious, but in a good way.

“When these two told me they were getting married, I knew I wanted to do something special for them,” Your best friend starts. “I just didn’t know what, but I knew it had to be something remarkable, something for them to look back and have a good laugh,” She looks at the both of you with tears in her eyes, chuckling.

You also wipe tears off your eyes, smiling back at her, and Henry tightens his embrace around you.

“So I sat down with these two, separately, and started to ask a few questions,” She smiles and wiggles her eyebrows, which is an expression you know very well.

‘Oh my,’ You think. ‘What is she up to?’

“Things started to get really interesting from the start, and I decided to make a video out of it,” Your best friend winks at you. “Without further ado, enjoy it.”

With a pleasant smile, she sits down. The attention turns to the screens set around the venue.

You remember sitting with your Maid of Honor to chat about your relationship. You didn’t really understand why she wanted to do that. However, it always has been effortless talking about Henry, and you brushed it off as having something to do with the wedding.

You recall having a great time answering her questions – drinks might have been involved beforehand, but the whole process was surprisingly professional.

Your friend’s face pops up on the screen as she introduces herself. “In this little video, I wanted to talk about our lovely couple’s amazing and fun story, especially the day they met,” She explains. “Newlyweds, I love you very much, and I hope you like this little something I put together for you.”

She blows a kiss and waves. Then in fancy lettering, “A love story” is scribbled on the top-left corner of the screen, and “A story of love” on the bottom right corner. You wonder why both phrases – which convey the same thing – are on the video, but the thought quickly slips your mind when your smiling face appears on the screen.

“State your name and occupation, please,” Your friend prompts on the video, but she’s out of the shot.

You roll your eyes amusedly. “What’s this, a trial? I’m innocent, your honor!” You giggle, making everybody at the venue laugh.

You answer the question anyway, and your name also appears written on the video.

“For the purpose of… this, I’m the bride?” It sounds like a question, and you make a face, unsure of yourself.

She never explained what the video was for, in your defense.

Right after you, Henry appears. “I’m Henry, and I am the lucky groom,” He smiles brightly, looking as handsome as always.

“So, tell me, how did you meet Henry?” Your friend asks, and your smile is instant as you remember that exact day as if it was yesterday. “How did you meet Y/N?” She asks him in the next scene, and his reaction is the same.

“I was hosting a brunch,” You start, your eyes unfocused as the vivid memory plays in your mind. “And it was morning when Henry arrived.”

When he reapers, you can tell it’ll cut back and forth between you. “I was throwing a party, and she was the one that came around. I think it was three in the afternoon,” Henry replies, quite differently from you.

You scoff mockingly, looking at him by your side. He chuckles, brushing it off with a shoulder tic before you turn back to the screen.

“And I said: ‘Hi, come on in, make yourself at home,’ You know, something of the sorts,” You shrug off.

Your betrothed chuckles in the video, scratching his chin in thought. “I was the one that said hello, but she didn’t hear.”

His comment makes the venue erupt in laughter. You meet Henry’s loving gaze again and squeeze his hand, making him bring yours up to press a kiss on your knuckles.

If your shared story had different and entertaining versions until now, it’d just get better!

After being asked about first impressions of one another, he replies: “She thought I was hilarious,” He says with such confidence that is endearing.

In your turn, you laugh and cover your mouth as if what you are about to say it’s an embarrassing secret.

“Oh my god, he wouldn’t stop talking! Like a lot!” You emphasize. “And I pretended to laugh the entire time,” You say very sheepishly before throwing your head back in laughter again. “That’s terrible. I feel like I need to apologize,” You add after your fit.

“Oh, I just remembered something,” He suddenly announces, and his smile is wide as the memory toy around in his head. “Her blouse was inside out,” He chuckles, eyes focused on a spot. “She’s so adorable and such a goof, isn’t she?” He looks back at the camera.

“He loved the way I was dressed,” You giggle, visibly shivering as you physically remember the feeling of him truly looking at you for the first time.

Your friend asks another question, changing the subject slightly, but Henry shakes his head.

“Yeah, the party was great! Everybody was having a good time, but I only remember searching for her when she wasn’t near me. Trying to get another look, you know?” He says.

In turn, you scoff. “No one was dancing! I don’t remember who was taking care of the music, but it was terrible!” Your genuine response makes the room fills with laughter another time. “At least everyone had a drink in hand and ate something.”

“Oh, yes. The food was wonderful. Everything homemade,” Your partner assures with a proud nod naively.

“I bought everything off Tesco,” You rushedly confess, throwing your head back in laughter again.

Back to the present moment, you’re wiping the new tears from the corners of your eyes due to laughter. You love the good energy around the room as your guests and yourself enjoy the video your Maid of Honor made.

Now you understand both phases in the beginning, and although you and Henry have very distinct versions of the day you met, you love both of them and the feelings they bring you.

However, something changes in the next second of the video. For the first time, on a split-screen, you two appear together.

“When I saw him, I knew it (When I saw her, I knew it),” You both say simultaneously. “She (He) was the person I’d spend the rest of my life with,” You continue.

Glancing at him, you’re surprised to see he’s already looking at you. Then you exchange a knowing look. It seems like you got on the same page in this part of the video.

“And that’s how I realized that life put him (her) in my life,” You say in unison. “On that Tuesday (Thursday) of September (December),” Your responses overlap with each other, drawing amused reactions from people.

“That’s why I remember everything, of every second,” Both of you state, which is downright ironic at this point. “Ask me anything that I remember.”

“I remember,” You proudly declare with a grin but, this time, by yourself.

And so does Henry. “I remember,” He nods with a beam.

The video ends there, and the room erupts in applause, whistles, and hollered praises.

Words couldn’t describe the dazzling feelings you’re experiencing if you wanted to. You can’t be more grateful to your friend for this treat either. And, of course, the man you now get to call your husband.

The spotlight of attention returns to you as you’re exchanging the most enamored gaze ever. Henry leans in and presses his lips to your forehead, making you close your eyes. Slowly, you allow all those remarkable sensations to wash over you.

When you reopen your eyes, you smile at him before looking at your Maid of Honor. “Thank you so much for this extremely thoughtful gift. We both loved it a lot.”

Henry confirms with a head gesture.

“Words won’t do justice to how much you’re special to me. I’m just so grateful I get to share such a special and meaningful moment of my life, like this one, with you,” Your voice cracks at the end, and you smile, trying to hold your tears at bay as you can see she’s doing the same. “So I can’t thank you enough.”

As the room gets loud with another round of applause and cheers, she smiles, mouthing an “I love you too” to you. Wiping your tears carefully one more time, you chuckle.

“Although, I only have one question,” You announce, making the room pipe down. “Was my blouse really inside out?” You giggle as you look back at Henry.

Your husband starts to laugh. “Yeah,” He confirms bashfully. “Yeah, it was,” He nods as your guests join you in laughter.

“Oh, God. I can’t believe it,” You shake your head in embarrassment. “I also would like to point out that my husband clearly has a lot of experience with interviews,” You remark, addressing the room. “I feel kinda bad after saying I was pretending to laugh at his jokes when he’s all loving and caring,” You rejoin your friends and family in fun.

“I do tell bad jokes,” Henry concedes in your defense. “I love how genuine you are, and you’re loving and caring to me, too,” You nearly melt at his famous Hollywood-star smile.

The sound of ‘aww’s’ fills the room. “You see what I’m dealing with?” You joke, making everybody chuckle.

You give him a chaste but affectionate peck on the lips. Your wedding coordinator decides it’s time for the first dance to open the floor to make your guests burn some energy after the buffet.

And so, feeling the most secure and happy while pressed against your husband’s chest with his arms around you, you swing slowly. By sharing the same air, the same space, and the same feelings, you can’t think of anything better.

It all started on a Tuesday morning in September for you. But for him, it was a Thursday afternoon in December. Now, it is a Saturday evening in November that you’ll never forget.

You will remember. Everything. Of every second.

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[lainiespicewrites]

Coach Syverson

Okay, Y'all I'm trying something new and posting one of my Henry Cavill Character fics. I haven't posted a fanfic in so long it's gonna be a short story probably only a two-parter maybe 3. Let me know what you think! I loved writing this. I think it's so cute!!!!

Warnings: None for Part 1 :) Definitely will be smut in part 2!

High school football coach Sy and school guidance counselor OFC

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I was locked in a trance,  typing in progress notes from an early morning meeting I’d just finished with a student.  The sounds of the office, which was just coming to life outside my door, fuelled me. I almost never came in this early. But, one of my seniors was having a crisis and this was the only time we could work into her busy schedule. It’s gonna break my heart when that girl graduates this year. I get so attached to the students. I can’t help working as a school counselor. It's hard not to.  

“You’re in early,” The voice coming from the doorway made me jump. He chuckled softly.  “Didn’t mean to scare ya.”  After a brief heart attack, I finally looked up. I smiled when my eyes met his. 

“No, it’s okay, I just didn’t see you! Good morning Coach, What can I do for you?” His soft blue eyes held my gaze, before shooting me a gentle smile. Coach Syverson and I had become good friends since he started working at the school a little over a year ago. Like many good high school football coaches, they made a history teaching spot for him. Unlike others, he’s actually a great teacher! 

I met Logan Syverson for the first time in a staff meeting. Our principal introduced him at the beginning of the meeting going on and on about all the improvements he would bring to our team and our community. He certainly looked like a football player. The guy was huge! Tall, large muscles, and a full beard. His eyes were a deep blue. He had a winning smile and a southern accent. The English department was drooling. I hated him immediately. 

I figured he was just going to be a self absorbed prick like the last coach. who only cared about the popular students, peaked in high school, and got fired because he got a little too close to one of the cheerleaders. We were not at all sorry to see him go. Well, those of us with half a brain weren’t anyway. Some of the community and staff were more worried about the football program. But I digress. 

I was even more annoyed with him when I caught him falling asleep during the same meeting 30 minutes later when we were discussing the budget for new textbooks. I’m not exactly sure what came over me but I kicked him under the table. He was immediately alert. I expected him to glare at me. Or maybe even smirk. But the look on his face could only be described as apologetic. He quickly caught up to me when we were leaving the meeting. “Some first impression I made, huh?” When I didn’t immediately respond he added. “I swear I’m not some asshole that doesn’t care about education, that’s not like me, just didn’t sleep much last night. I had to take my dog to the emergency vet, she broke her leg in the woods late in the evening and didn’t get back until late and…”

“Is she okay?” I asked quickly. He looked completely dumbfounded.

“Uhm what?” He asked, clearly confused. I smiled sympathetically. I did exactly what I told my students not to do and judged him too quickly and I felt like an ass about it. 

“You’re dog, is she okay?” He smiled softly and nodded. 

“Yeah, Yeah she is. They got her all wrapped up and in a cast, poor pup, but she’ll be alright.” There was a brief pause and then. “I’m sorry, what was your name again?”

“The students know me as Miss Plummer, but it’s Alayna. And um.. Sorry I kicked you. I don’t  know why I did that.” I smiled sheepishly. 

“Alayna,” He repeated. And then chuckled and squeezed my shoulder “No need to apologize, I’m glad you did. That would’ve been embarrassing. Falling asleep in my first staff meeting doesn’t really look good. Thanks for saving my ass back there!”

 We were fast friends from that point on!

Sy pushed off the door frame he’d been leaning against and walked into my office. “Brought ya coffee, I was gonna sneak in and leave it on your desk but I guess it’s you surprising me this morning,” He said, setting the cup from our local coffee shop down on my desk. 

“That’s sweet of you!” I took a sip and almost choked. I expected just plain black coffee. He wasn’t the kind of guy to order fancy coffee. But this was actually my coffee order. “How did you know my coffee order?” He had a big grin on his face now. 

“I remembered it from that morning when we ran into each other in line a few weeks ago. Thought I’d be nice and bring my work wife some coffee since I was there.” He shrugged. He really was such a sweetheart. He looked tough and scary. I know he did. When he and a few of the other teachers in the history hall gathered between classes they looked intimidating. At least from a student's perspective.I knew them all well though. I’ve talked with students failing his class because they wouldn’t ask questions. When I asked why, they said they were nervous. But he was certainly no one to be afraid of. Yes, he could yell, but he saved that for the football field. The man was a damn teddy bear. 

“Thank you!” I smiled. I quickly looked out into the guidance office to make sure there were no students around. “But I know you didn’t walk all the way down here just to bring me coffee for the hell of it. You’re buttering me up for something. What do you need, Logan?” He laughed and shook his head plopping down on the edge of my desk.

“You know me too well, sugar. Two things!” He said. I rolled my eyes. “Hey now young lady, don’t get an attitude with me I’m not asking you to give up a kidney!” I hid my smirk behind a sip of coffee and nodded at him to continue.  “First, Can you look up Ty’s grades for me just at some point by the end of the day. He came into my office this morning and was all nervous about his algebra grade, swearing up and down it’s because he failed one quiz. But, I’m pretty sure,” I cut him off. 

“He’s not turning in his homework because he just started dating Caitlyn and they’ve been staying up texting all night.” He raised an eyebrow. 

“Uh, Yeah, How’d you know?”

“Caitlyn stopped in to see me this morning and we had a chat about it, amongst other things. I’ll double check but I’m sure you’re right. I’ll email it to you so you can have a chat with him. I was going to call him in  today but he listens better to you. When you talked about being a veteran and your time in Iraq at the Labor Day assembly, I think that really struck something with him. He looks up to you.” his eyes locked with mine and he smiled softly placing his hand over mine on the desk just for a second. 

“Thank you for saying that,” He said before moving his hand and leaning on the desk again. I just smiled. 

“What’s the other thing?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because you could’ve just sent me that in an email.” He smirked. And his nose crinkled a little. Oh no. 

“So our first away game is tomorrow night,”

“I know,” 

“And you’re a big football fan, and you love those boys don’t you?” He was deflecting

“What do you want, Sy?” I asked again. He let out a long breath. 

“Carol was supposed to be a student chaperone for the student fans buuuttt well, you heard her kid is really sick? I need you to come chaperone. Actually. I kinda already said you would.” He quickly stood up from my desk and backed up to the other side, like he was afraid I’d hit him. 

I just leaned back in my chair and groaned, 

“ugh Sy! What if I had plans?” I cocked an eyebrow at him. He chuckled 

“You don’t!” I scoffed 

“You don’t know that?” I retorted. He smirked 

“Yeah, what big plans do you have for Friday night?” He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. I sighed. 

“Okay I don’t! But I could’ve!” I argued. “Why, didn’t you ask one of the other guys? Like Nick or I don’t know Mike?” I asked. 

“Nick’s an assistant coach, he’ll already be there. And we both know as much as Mike loves teaching…he does not want to spend his Friday night with the kids and at a football game making sure there’s no funny business. And you love the kids.” He was pleading now. Practically giving me puppy dog eyes. “And…Maybe I want you there,” He winked playfully. I looked down and jiggled the mouse on my computer to hide my blush. 

Jessica, who works the front desk of the guidance office swears he flirts with me. But I know he’s not. We’re friends. Good friends. We tease each other to make work a little more fun at best. But that's all it is. A man like Logan Syverson would never look twice at a girl like me. He’s fit and strong and tall and handsome. I’m pretty but I’m short and round and a little too quirky for my own good. Girls like me only get men like him in the movies. And I’m not stupid enough to believe otherwise.  Moment’s like these though. I do wonder a little. But I don’t let my thoughts wander too far. 

“Oh yeah?” I joke, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I mean maybe you’re our good luck charm. You’ve been at all our home games this year and we haven’t lost a game.” He said with a cheeky smile. 

“We’ve only had two Sy.” I say matter of fact. He just shakes his head. 

“That doesn’t mean you’re not good luck, but okay,” He held his hands up in defeat. “If you don’t want to do it I’ll figure something out. I messed up and didn’t ask you first. I’ll tell the boys their favorite guidance counselor doesn’t want to come support them. It’ll break their little hearts sugar but I’m sure they’ll find,” He pauses and lets out an exaggerated sigh “Some way to pull through and play a good game of football.” He frowned, shaking his head. I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows looking straight at him. 

“Are you done?” I deadpanned. He snickered softly and nodded. “Fine, I’ll go,” He smiled and walked over squeezing my shoulder. 

“You’re the best! It’s supposed to be chilly! Wear a sweater! And Free coffee,on me all night! I promise,” I rolled my eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah okay,” I chuckled.

“Seriously, I owe you sugar! I’m happy you’ll be there, I better get goin, class starts soon and I probably shouldn’t be late being that I’m the teacher,” He chuckled. 

“Get out of my office Logan!” I laughed. He smiled. 

“You’re the best!” He said one more time before finally walking out of my office. I shook my head and tapped at the keys on my keyboard to wake up my computer. I felt eyes on me and looked up to find Jessica standing in my doorway. 

“Don’t start!” I warned her. 

“Please, sugar. I really want you there!” she mocked. “He knows your coffee order, Alayna. How long are you going to ignore what’s right in front of you?” she asked exasperated. 

“It’s not like that Jess, He was just being sweet because he needed the help.” I said.

“Like you wouldn’t have done it anyway. You were trying to play coy but we both know you would have done it anyway.” She laughed. I blushed. And threw an eraser at her. 

“Get back to work!” She laughed. 

“Whatever you say… Sugar!” I snorted and we both chuckled for a minute. “I mean it Alayna, He’ll be kinda busy during the game and yes you’ll be keeping an eye on the students but take the opportunity to flirt back, he likes you, I’m not wrong!” She turned and walked back to her desk before I had a chance to say anything. And before I could spend any more time thinking about it my email notifications went off pulling me back into my work. 

The rest of my work day went by in a blur. I had meeting after meeting with students. My seniors were in panic mode, my juniors have early onset senioritis, and the freshman and sophomores came into vent about the daily woes of high school drama. Oh to be 16 again. 

With a full schedule of meetings I barely had time to eat lunch even in my office. When my phone lit up with a group text from two of my girlfriends asking about our weekly Thursday night dinner. I was quick to respond. 

(I’ll be there!) I sent the text, before packing up my desk for the evening. It had been a late night for me so it was just past 5. I didn’t bother going home first to change into something more casual. They were used to the office style by now. I felt my shoulders relax a little as I slipped into the booth next to skyler.

“Hey!” she said cheerfully, slowly pushing the glass of white wine they’d ordered for me closer. 

“You know me so well!” I smiled at her. 

“Long day?” Hayley asked from across the table, she picked up a tortilla chip and filled it with queso. I shrugged. 

“Not long in the sense that it was rough, just busy,” Skyler nodded and took a sip for her wine glass. 

“I feel that. I tried to get some school work done while the kids were down for a nap.” She runs an in-home daycare. She adores kids. But she’s also going back to school for a degree, Pediatric nursing. She’s a saint. I don’t know how she does it. 

“I commend you babe. The school is asking me to take classes, they want someone to take on the position as school psychologist. They’ve been trying to nudge me toward it the past couple of weeks. It’d be a raise but, that on top of the current workload? I don’t wanna drown myself ya know?”

“I totally get it, it’s not easy! But you should think about it. You’ve talked about it before! At least consider it.” Skyler said. 

“She’s got a point dude,” Hayley added. “Look at you guys moving up in the world while I’m stuck with an art block. If I can’t think of anything, my online shop isn’t gonna take off and I’ll be stuck at the factory forever!” She groaned and downed a quarter of her strawberry lemonade that was no doubt spiked. I looked sideways, meeting Skyler's eye. She was giving me the same look. 

“You’re just getting started Hayley.” Skyler said. 

“I know but if..”

“Ah, no buts!” I cut her off “We have to allow ourselves room for mistakes and error when we’re trying something new. You will get there. Give yourself the love you give your art! I don’t wanna hear anymore of that self deprecating bullshit from you! The people love their ghost fish!” I demanded, trying to hide a chuckle. She could be so stubborn! She was starting an online etsy shop for commissions and spreading the word through social media. She had all these fun ideas. She was a great artist. But of course it’s not an easy way to make money. And right now, things were slow. She would get there though! I know she would!

“Have I ever told you how annoying it is when you use your psychoanalysis shit on us?” she deadpanned. 

“Everyday but I still do it anyway, and that’s why you love me!”  She just laughed.

“Yeah okay buddy. Enough work talk, I lifted a bunch of heavy shit all day and I don’t wanna think about it. I just wanna eat my chips and queso and get drunk with my friends!” She said and scooped another chip through the queso. I laughed and held up my glass

“Cheers to that! Although we all know damn well it’s a Thursday night and we all have to get up early and we drove separately so drunk is relative but yes!” Skyler laughed and clinked her glass with mine. 

“Let her have her moment. Cheers to drunk Thursday dinner!” she said. 

“Fuck yeah!” Hayley added and added her glass in with ours. We all took a drink and it was quiet for only a second. 

“So,” Skyler spoke immediately. “It’s been a week, what's new?”

“Nothing for me, just still considering the offer to go back to school. My job would pay for it. Love life is still dry and I’ve bought like 3 new spicy romance books on my kindle this week!” I said laughing. 

“Fun!” Skyler smiled. “Hayley?” She asked and directed her attention across the table. 

“I went to Target and spent an obscene amount of money on fall stuff. We have a fall party coming up at work that I volunteered to do face painting for, but that should be fun! Oh there’s this new movie that came out I want you guys to come see with me I was hoping maybe tomorrow night?” she said. I started to agree. But then remembered my conversation with Sy earlier. 

“Oh tomorrow night? I can’t. I’m actually busy!” They both looked at me with raised eyebrows. 

“Since when are you busy on a friday night?” Hayley asked. Here we go. This is gonna open a whole can of worms. If Jess was good at getting my hopes up about Sy, these two were going to have me down right delusional. 

“There’s a football game. I like to support the team.” I said. Skyler snickered and a smirk spread across Hayley’s face. 

“You like to support the coach you mean?” Skyler asked. 

“That’s not true! I’ve always been a football fan!” I defended myself. Hayley chuckled

“Sure but since when do you go to away games? Isn’t it like 2 hours away?” She raised an eyebrow. I sighed. 

“Coach stopped by the office this morning, one of the other teachers that was supposed to chaperone the roadies tomorrow canceled and since he and I are friends he volunteered me to do it. He buttered me up with free coffee this morning and practically begged me to go tomorrow and… I just can’t say no to him. Plus he said he really wants me to be there.”  I swirled my wine glass and stared down at it. I knew the looks they were giving me.  I heard skyler squeal.

“Shut up! He asked you to come because he wants to spend time with you! Watch, I bet next week he’ll ask you out!”  She bounced in her seat. 

“He does not! He’s going to be busy with the team! He’s not going to have time to talk to me or anything.” I said taking a big gulp of wine. 

“Why else would he say he wants you there though. And clearly you want him to hang out with you. Or you want to hang out with him. Or you wouldn’t have given up your precious Friday night in!” Hayley smirked. 

“Okay, so what if I do. He’s not into me like that. He’s just friendly. He’s southern, it's just how he is!” I said, trying to hold onto whatever sanity I had left. 

“Really?” Skyler said. “Does he bring anyone else coffee? Ask if he can eat lunch in anyone else’s office?” Hayley but it

“Didn’t he get you a christmas gift last year?” she asked. 

“He was my secret santa!” I stated. They both sighed. 

“ I don’t know why you can’t see it but he likes you!” Skyler said. I started to  object but Hayley cut me off. 

“You don’t have to believe us. Just pay attention to how he acts around you tomorrow and the next couple of days. He's trying to make a move. And I know you have your little no coworkers rule,”

“Because if…”

“Ah, I don’t wanna hear it! He’s clearly trying to get your attention. And you work in a public high school it's not like everyone else isn’t hooking up.” She stated. 

“She’s got a point, remember all the teachers when we were in school? And he’s not just trying to hook up. He’s playing the long game,” Skyler said. “All we’re saying is IF we’re right,”

“And we are,” Hayley added. Skyler gave her side eye but laughed. 

“If he asks you out you should give him a chance. We’ve never met him but it’s clear he’s so into you. And he seems like a great guy. Don’t push him away because something COULD go wrong.” she said. At that point the waiter came up and we placed our order. I also ordered another glass of wine. But a wine buzz wasn’t enough to convince me they were right. Sy couldn’t like me. I wasn’t his type. But it didn’t matter. I will go tomorrow and have a good time watching the game and cheering on the boys and watching Sy in his element. And when it’s all said and done I’ll ride home with the student section and maybe catch the chance to say goodbye to my friend before we leave. And on Monday everything will be as it always has been. Sy and I are friends. 

I repeat that to myself as I walk the hall toward the gym after school on Friday. I turned down the hall toward the locker rooms and found his office door open. Sy was leaning back in his desk chair watching the tape from a few weeks ago. He noticed me before I spoke. He paused the video and smiled. 

“Hey you! To what do I owe the honor? You never venture down this way?”

“Just coming to double check the plan for tonight! We’re meeting back here at 5:15 and the bus leaves at 5:45?” I asked him. He nodded, running a hand over his beard. 

“Yeah, but I was thinking, you got plans for dinner?” He asked and raised an eyebrow. 

“Uh I was just gonna run home for dinner, why do you ask?” I leaned against the doorway and crossed my arms over my chest. I watched curiously as he chewed at his bottom lip for a moment. 

“I was gonna grab a bite to eat in town before the game. I won’t have time to go all the way home. Do you wanna come with me?” He finally made eye contact with me again and gave me a soft smile. 

“Oh um,” I hesitated for a second. 

“I’ll buy,” He smirked. I rolled my eyes. 

“You don’t have to do that, Sy,” I said softly. He stood up grabbing his keys off the desk. 

“I know, I want to.” He smiled and brushed his shoulder against mine as he walked out the door. “Come on, I’ll drive.” I raised an eyebrow 

“Driving me to dinner and you’re paying? Sy if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were flirting with me.” the corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk and he stopped walking. He turned toward me and bit his lip trying to hold back a grin. 

“Alayna,” He chuckled nervously, “I find it hard to believe after all this time…” He was cut off by a loud whistle down the hallway. 

“Well ain’t that a cute couple!” a voice said in a horrible mock southern accent “Get it coach!” One of Sy’s boys called from just outside the weight room. Another one of the football players popped his head out the door to see what was going on and started making kissy sounds with his lips. Sy dropped his chin to his chest and shook his head but his shoulders shook when he chuckled, giving him away. He loved those boys he couldn’t be mad if he wanted to be. 

“Tyler you’re already on thin ice don’t make me bench you tonight! You too Matt. Don’t think I forgot about the little stunt you pulled in the parking lot last week!” He gave them a stern look

“Sorry coach!” they said in unison 

“It was funny though,” Matt mumbled. Sy shook his head

“Sure, You boys get out of here and get something to eat, I don’t need you passing out on me on the field tonight.” He held Matt’s gaze. 

“It was one time!” He stressed. 

“And it’s only gonna be one if I can help it. Go eat!” He barked. The boys immediately straightened up and nodded. 

“Yes coach!” Logan just chuckled and we kept walking. 

“They adore you,” I said. He smiled 

“Nah, they just know I’m not kidding’” I laughed. 

“Oh come on Sy, you aren’t that mean, or you wouldn’t care so much,” We walked out the back door to the teacher parking lot and headed to his truck. “Hey… what were you saying earlier,” He raised an eyebrow. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about sugar,” He smirked. 

“Sure you don’t cowboy,” I rolled my eyes and hopped up into the truck after he unlocked it.  He slid in next to me and started the engine. 

“Where do you wanna eat?” He looked over at me and raised an eyebrow. I shrugged. 

“Doesn’t matter to me, you’re buying,” I said flatly. 

“Sugar,” He threw his arm over the back of the seat, his fingertips brushing my shoulder, as he backed out of the parking spot. He left it there as he pulled out on the road. “Don’t be shy with me, I know you love food darlin.  I’ll drive all around town and we’ll starve until you tell me what you want.” I looked over at him just in time to make eye contact before his eyes shifted back toward the road. He shook his head and tried to hide his smirk. 

“You are so dramatic,” I teased, trying to play it cool but I could feel a blush creeping up my cheeks. 

“Oh, I’m dramatic? Weren’t you the one tearing up in her office because of a book you were readin?” He snickered. I reached over and playfully smacked him in the chest. 

“Shut up!” I laughed. He held his hand to his chest feigning hurt. 

“Ow!” He pouted. 

“That did not hurt! I barely hit you!” he side eyed me still pouting but the corners of his mouth started to break into a smile

“Over here committing spousal abuse.” He shook his head. I laughed so hard I snorted. 

“We’re not married Sy!” 

“You’re my work wife, it's the same damn thing” He chuckled. “Seriously, where do you wanna eat, I’m starving.” 

“My god Logan,” I laughed. “Um fine, I haven’t tried that new sushi and ramen place yet!” I said. He almost slammed on the break. 

“You haven’t?! That place is right up your alley, all trendy and shit. It’s real good too!” 

“You think I’m trendy?” I raised an eyebrow. He looked over for a moment and caught my eye giving me a gentle smile. 

“I think you deserve to be taken out to nice places.” And here I was blushing again. 

“Sy,” I started but my phone buzzed in my lap distracting me, I wasn’t really sure what to say anyway. It was a group chat with the girls asking me what time we leave tonight. They were going to have a field day with this. And instead of just replying I decided to start a fire. I tapped my screen to open my camera and held it up to take a selfie “Smile, cowboy.” He chuckled. 

“What are you doin over there, sugar?” He smirked but glanced over at the camera quickly so I could snap a quick photo. 

“Lighting a match.” I smirked. He bit his lip and chuckled softly. 

“You’re something else,” He spoke as we pulled into the restaurant. I quickly sent the picture to the group chat and slid my phone into my purse.

Sy was right. This place was incredible. And very trendy. 

“God I can’t get over how good this place is!” I said for like the 4th time. Logan smiled. 

“I told ya, Darlin,” The waitress came and brought out our bill and I reached for my purse. “Hey, No, I told you, I’m paying.” He said pulling out his wallet and handing his card to the waitress. 

“Thank you Sy, I appreciate it,” He grinned.

“Anytime, you deserve it,” I blushed, “ you’re really saving my ass tonight.” I forced a smile, so that’s what this is about. I told the girls this was all just because he needed something. 

“It’s no big deal Logan.” I said. I pulled my phone out and checked my messages. There were like 10 from the group chat now. 

“OMG YOU'RE WITH HIM?!”

“You didn’t tell us you were getting dinner with him.”

“UNLESS THEIR NOT GETTING DINNER ;)”

“What else would they be….oh”

“Alayna you better not be fucking the football coach right now.”

“Leave her alone Hayley she can fuck him if she wants to BUT IF YOU DO I WANT DETAILS”

“ALAYNAAAAA”

“GIRLLLL ANSWER USSSSS”

“Seriously dude you can’t just send us a picture of you with your hunky football coach man crush and just disappear.”

“OMG THEY’RE TOTALLY FUCKING”

I held back a smile and shook my head. 

“It is a big deal,” He said and grabbed my hand across the table. “I’m glad you’re gonna be there tonight.” I smiled but pulled my hand back. 

“Sure, because you needed another chaperone.” I joked. His eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head catching my eye. 

“Yeah, but I wanted it to be you, I like hangin out with you. And you’re really fun to watch in the stands. I didn’t know you could be so…aggressive.” He smirked. 

“I’m just really passionate about football!” I argued. “And how do you know you like hanging out with me? We've barely seen each other outside of work.” I questioned. 

“Well we should change that,” he said.

“Won’t your girlfriend get jealous?” I asked. I knew a lot about him but he never mentioned any relationship. I’d be stupid to think he wasn’t seeing someone. He laughed. God I loved that sound. 

“Don’t have one sugar,” He said with a mischievous grin on his face. 

“How?” It was my turn to be confused. 

“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” He retorted quickly. 

“I … because…” I stuttered, unable to come up with an answer.

“Haven’t found the right guy yet huh?” He pauses, “guess that’s where I’m at, she just ain’t found me yet.” He smiled. Right then the waitress came back with his card. “Thanks honey,” He said, giving her his signature smile. He signed the receipt and stood from the table. “We oughta get going. Don’t wanna be late for the game!” 

Sy drove us back to the school and parked his truck next to my car. “Oh no!” I sighed. 

“What's wrong?” He asked. 

“I was going to grab a sweatshirt when I went home and,” I opened my car, turning on the light to look in  the back seat. “I don’t have an extra in my car.” I pouted. 

“Is that all?” He chuckled. He reached into the back seat of his truck and pulled out a black hoodie. “Here. I always have an extra in the truck you can wear mine. Don’t want you to catch a cold.” I took it from him tentatively. 

“Sy, this is your coach sweatshirt.” I said. 

“One of ‘em yeah.” He smiled. 

“I…okay,” I just shook my head and pulled the hoodie on. He bit his lip. 

“Looks good on ya,” He smirked. 

“Shut up,” I rolled my eyes. Before we could continue to tease each other the buses pulled up. And I could see some of the students' cars pulling into the student lot “We’d better head over there!” I said quickly. Logan nodded. 

“Yeah, we better get going.”

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[funnyexel]

Short Stories

A little cuddle session (Gender/Sexuality Friendly)

Potential Yandere x Abused Fem!Reader

Quiet Tsundere x Reader

Yandere Villian x Identified Female Reader 

I’ve Missed You Beloved (Jack Sparrow x Gender Neutral Reader)

Newt Scamander x Black Female Reader (Oneshot)

Afraid of My Words (Request : Billy Loomis x Black Female Reader)

Give Yourself To Me (August Walker x Black Female Reader)

Second Chance (Gally x Black Female Reader)

Lets Play a Game (Albert Shaw x Black Female Reader)

A Routine (Brahms x Black Female Reader)

Yandere Blurbs

he's obsessed (yandere blurb)

loves you. hates them. (yandere blurb)

a thrill ride of obsession (yandere blurb)

its the stalker (yandere blurb)

missing items (yandere blurb)

what if your stalker loses the remaining piece of human decency he has left (yandere blurb)

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[dungeonpuppykai]

Liability (Teaser)

Description: When you nearly compromise The Organization on a job because of your impulsiveness, your boss August Walker decides it's time for a demotion, since you clearly still have much training ahead of you.

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own August Walker or any of the other Henry Cavill characters that will be mentioned. This will be a mature and morally gray story so browse at your own discretion. Minors do not interact.

Pairing: Mafia Boss!August Walker | Hench(wo)man!You.

Warning(s): D/s dynamics, m!dom, f!sub, the relationship is probably morally gray, slapping, throat fucking, power imbalance, pet names, mild gun play, he's mean.

Status: Complete.

Note: Click on the status to be redirected to it <3

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[imyourbratzdoll]

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

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 ♡ 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 ➳ 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 ❥ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 ❦ 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌

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𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - your married to august walker, and he finally comes home and greets you and your kids.

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[ilyrafe]

𝒂 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒓 | 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑰 ✧ 𝒂. 𝒘.

pairing: august walker x f!reader

warnings: angst, heavy talk

word count: 1k

a/n: read sleepy, three words and a bleak and barren moor for context! sorry it took so long! i rewrote the whole thing!

taglist (i’m tagging the people who commented on the first part!): @summersong69 @alexlupij @identity2212 @shotgunbunny @rebelangel1102 @chrisevansismysworld​ @fluffonlyplease 

you dangle your foot anxiously as you wait for august in a hotel room. all your dates were a hotel room.

it’s been almost a week since that party. after much thought and reflection, you thought it would best to end whatever you have with august. you’re not happy about it, but you also know that it’s the best thing to do because at the end of the day, nothing but sex is going to happen on his part.

maybe if you and cassandra hadn’t met, you wouldn’t have that awareness. even if she is lying, you understood that being involved with someone like august is simply not good.

the most ironic thing is that he’s not even your type. how did you fall in love with someone you wouldn’t normally be interested in?

after only a week without august you realized that your life had started to revolve around him and his needs.

a bleak and barren moor. that’s how you feel about yourself.

that must be why you’re so nervous, because chances are this is just another “fun night”, and you’ll stick with him even though this is nothing more than a sex contract for him.

you don’t mean anything to him.

you’re so in your head, you don’t hear the door opening. it’s only when you feel his lips against the skin of your neck and his arms around you that you realize he’s there. you melt in his arms instantly.

“what a lovely surprise.”

indeed. it takes everything in you to free yourself from his grip, which makes him frown.

“uh... this is not why i called you here today.” you start, and your voice is already shaky. it’s impossible to contain your nervousness, and it doesn’t go unnoticed.

as always, he is very well dressed. august doesn’t skimp on clothes. on nothing, actually. his clothes are expensive and of great quality, his cars are the best one out there, his shoes and watches cost fortunes. you are successful and have a few luxury items such as bags and jewelry, but you have to work a lot to afford them.

truth is, you will never be on the same level, and that saddens you, because deep down, you look for reasons to continue with him, and you never find one that is valid and plausible. you want to feel equal to him somehow, but the reality is that you both could not be more different and far apart.

when you look at him, everything you’ve heard about him and everything you think about everything goes out the window. the feeling of actually believing that you understand and know him behind the tough facade he puts on is very real, and it leaves you ten times more confused and regretful.

“so, why are we here?”

“i called you here to say that i don’t want to do this anymore.” you state, and august is still clueless. “i’m terminating this contract.”

saying those words don’t bring a sense of relief, at least not now. you can only feel like throwing up and crying. should’ve done this on the phone, you scold yourself.

“why are you saying this now?“

“it doesn’t matter.”

“no, it does matter. last week we were fine, until you left me-”

“there is no we. the contract states that if either party verbally expresses that they want to leave, the contract is automatically and effectively terminated. i’m expressing that i want out, so it’s over.”

august takes a step back, visibly intrigued and upset. you can nearly see the engines inside his head working, as he clearly tries to analyze you.

“is there someone else?”

oh, how you wish you had someone else. it would all be so much easier.

“this doesn’t concern you.”

“why are you acting like this, y/n? what did i do?”

you sigh as you sit on the bed, trying to avoid his gaze. it all feels like a game, and you feel like you’re losing. indeed, if this was a game, it was not a fair play. you entered the field as a loser.

“it's not about what you did, it’s about what i did.” you admit, feeling the bitter taste of truth in your mouth. “i made a mistake.”

“what mistake? what the fuck are you talking about?”

“i fell in love with you, august,” you finally confess. “it wasn’t supposed to happen, so i’m terminating this fucking contract. i don’t know what the fuck i was thinking when i accepted this, it’s just ridiculous and sexist, ‘cause all i was to you was a cum dumpster, and every single time i remember that, i truly feel like dying.”

it’s hard to shock him, but you did it. august is transfixed by your unvarnished, unfiltered confession. it’s really appalling to hear you use profanity to refer to yourself. 

how can you be in love with someone you clearly despise?

“you can’t be serious... we were fine a week ago!” he protests, evidently disappointed and frustrated.

“i guess i came to my senses.” you shrug. “you thought i was going to be your personal fuck toy for the rest of my life? you clearly don’t know me, august.”

when you get out of bed, you hand him the contract, but it is torn into four parts. instead of picking up the pieces of paper, he gently grabs your wrist, forcing you to look at him.

your eyes are genuinely sad, and it affects him somehow. it’s just that august doesn’t really care that people are sad. but you were the person he wanted to spend time with the most, even on the basis of a stupid contract.

“what do you want me to do to make you stay?”

“nothing,” you shrug in defeat. “there is nothing to be done.”

you free your wrist from his hand, grab your purse and head to the hotel room door, but first, you feel like you should tell him one last thing.

“i know i don’t have the right to meddle in your life, but if there’s still some conscience in there... you should get professional help. people are not objects, august. you can’t control everything.”

he remains motionless, unresponsive. perhaps the advice was in vain. he’s out of your life anyway, and you want to die for it, but you know you’ll survive.

you go away, and leave him for good, hoping never to cross his path again.

let me know iwhat you thought and if you want to be tagged on the third and final part!

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[ktficworld]

Ladies, I'm going to make an August fic. All, you have to do is cast your vote to your favorite genre:

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[kyotosworld]

help

pairing: august walker x reader

summary: August shows up in your office injured 

word count: 854

You’re fixing up the hospital bed in your office after just seeing a patient when you hear a thud near your door. You almost jump out of your skin before turning your head to see August leaning against your door frame with a hand on his stomach.

"Help," he says, barely audible.

This is weird. August never shows up to your office for medical help. He's way too stubborn to ask for help, so for him to show up now means it must be serious. 

“Come here,” you sigh as you gently help him into the room, letting him rest his arm on your shoulder, ignoring the tingling sensation you get in the areas he’s touching, and bring him onto the bed. “What happened?!” you almost scream once you take in the severity of his wound.

August’s t-shirt is drenched in so much blood that you’ll have to remove it to properly treat his injury. When you lift it a bit, you see a deep gash on the left side of his stomach. And just lifting his shirt causes him to wince. 

“I got into an accident, you should see the other guy.” He manages to smirk a little before wincing again.

“Sorry,” you whisper as you continue to lift his shirt. “I need to take this off of you.”  

You meet his eyes, simultaneously realizing how that may have sounded. But try to remain professional as he raises one brow.

“Not like that—um—just so I can properly access your wound.” You felt the need to clarify.

He looks amused before replying, “Of course,” as he takes off his shirt.

You tell yourself to focus because he’s injured and you need to stitch his wound, not gawk at him shirtless. You have to stop yourself from thinking of all the other ways he could be shirtless in front of you and try to refocus on the task at hand.

The sound of him clearing his throat brings you back to reality. You try to play it off, but you’re pretty sure you’ve been caught staring.

You quickly turn to get your supplies—but mostly to avoid having to meet his eyes. When you turn back, you completely focus on stitching up his wound, refusing to look up at his face. You're trying to finish this as quickly as possible so you don't have to be in his presence anymore. You hate feeling this nervous.

He closes his eyes and leans his head back. You look up for a second before immediately looking down, regretting your decision when certain thoughts pop into your head. You have to remind yourself of your very important and professional task. 

“You don’t have to be quiet, you know." You say when you notice him holding back. “It’s a serious injury, I won’t judge.” 

He grunts again, a bit louder this time, “I’m fine.” He mumbles as his gaze flickers down at you.

You apologize when he winces again, sorry to be causing him any pain even though you know you didn't actually cause it. 

“Don’t be, you’re only helping me feel better.” 

“Oh,” you say, surprised, before deciding to tease him. “Sorry, what was that?” You cup your ear with one hand. “Did you finally admit that you needed help?” 

“I take it back,” he says instantly with a straight face. 

“Oh no no no. No take backs. You already said it.” You reply with a triumphant smile on your face. 

When you look up at him, he has such a small smile on his face that you almost miss it. You both stay like that, staring, before you look away.

You clear your throat. “Done!” you say a bit overenthusiastically in an attempt to dissolve any tension from just now as you get up from your crouched position. 

“Thank you,” he sighs in relief before attempting but struggling to put his shirt back on.

“Here,” you offer to help when you see his obvious struggle, and he accepts. But as you pull his shirt down, you get pulled closer to him, and once his shirt is on you realize how much closer your faces have gotten. You gasp before freezing, not knowing what to do. 

After searching each other's eyes, he leans in closer before pausing to whisper, “Is this ok?”

“More than,” You breathe out contently just before closing the distance between you two.

You wrap your arms around him as your lips join together. You squeeze him tighter before he slightly flinches, causing you to separate. 

“Sorry,” you say with an apologetic smile, realizing that you put too much pressure on his wound. 

“It’s okay, worth it.” he smirks. “Thank you…again”

You wave him off in shyness.

“No really, I needed that.” He looks straight into your eyes to show he meant it.

“Of course," you accept with a shy smile and nod. 

“I'll be back," he says as he reluctantly lets go of you. "You know, since admitting I need help is a thing I do now.” He shrugs cutely before heading out of your office.

You laugh to yourself, looking forward to whenever that’ll be.

#august walker #august walker fanfiction #august walker x reader #august walker x you #henry cavill fanfiction #mission impossible #henry cavill #henry cavill characters #henry cavil x reader #henry cavill x you #mission impossible fallout #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x y/n

[drewharrisonwriter]

No Ties

Henry Cavill x Actress OFC

Summary: You don't do commitments, and it looks like Henry may be down for it.

AO3 | Masterlist

You had just wrapped up a movie with your Hollywood crush, Henry Cavill, not more than a week ago, and now you were sailing in a catamaran across Italy with him and your closest friends, Pedro, Oscar, and Sarah before the press tours.

Your admiration for Henry had been a long-standing affair, something you'd made clear long before you began working together. You'd even cracked jokes during the previous year's Oscars where you won Best Supporting Actress, cheekily thanking him in your speech, despite not having worked together at that point.

With the movie-making behind you, you were finally able to relax with the people who made you feel most at ease, including Henry.

"I'm not a virgin, if that's what you're asking," you told him candidly, causing him to snort and nearly spill his drink. The warmth of the whisky tingled the roof of his mouth and the back of his nose.

"That's not what—"

"May I remind you that I'm nearing my 30s," you continued, adding a playful twist to the conversation.

"I–I am just curious because, you know..." He stammered, clearly wrestling with his words. You understood what he meant; to Henry, you seemed young, and he had no confirmation of any public relationships. You nodded, encouraging him to continue.

"I'm sorry," he began as you settled beside him, tucking your feet up on the cushioned booth of the catamaran's dining area.

"I, uh... am just curious, you know, and I am not here to judge—"

"Are you attracted to me?" you blurted out with an almost deadpan expression, catching him off guard. His cerulean eyes widened in surprise, and he held his breath.

He remained still in mild shock at your words, and you continued, "Because why else would you be so interested in what I've done in the sack?"

"Can't a person be curious?" Henry tried to play it cool, taking a sip from his glass as you pouted and shook your head lightly.

"I'll have sex with you, if that's what you want. Gladly," you stated bluntly, leaving him with his mouth hanging open in complete shock.

Despite the public knowledge that you were a huge fan of him, likely mentally dating him for years, you made it clear that committed relationships were not your thing. It's just the way you lived, you told people.

You had been a professional singer for over a decade, and your rise to stardom had been meteoric. Each album, each single, each tour was a resounding success. In the past three years, you had ventured into the world of movies and achieved success there as well. 

Sarah once told you that everything you touch turns to gold, and Pedro humorously referred to you as Queen Midas. 

Given the way you were living your life, the last thing you needed was a relationship that could potentially hold you back.

"Did you finally break him?" Oscar chuckled as he descended into the kitchen, shaking his head with a smug look on his face. Pedro and Sarah followed him, removing their sunglasses as they took a seat opposite you and Henry.

Henry took another sip from his glass, suspiciously longer than necessary.

"Did she give you the 'I don't do relationships' spiel?" Pedro laughed, and Sarah rolled her eyes, but a huge smile was plastered on her face.

Henry gently set the glass down on the table, his eyes locked onto it as he seemed to contemplate his response.

"I'm—surprised. Your songs are so... romantic. That's why I asked, I mean... you must have experienced strong feelings for people for you to pen and sing those songs," he finally spoke, his gaze still fixed on the glass.

"Do you want to know her secret?" Sarah asked excitedly, biting her lower lip. Henry looked up and nodded his head with a shy smile. "She writes about our experiences. Not hers..." She giggled.

"That makes sense."

Later that evening, as your friends dozed off in the living area of the catamaran, you found Henry on the deck, gazing at the distant view of Amalfi, a drink and cigar in hand. You announced your presence by lightly knocking on a nearby pole. He turned around and warmly smiled at you as you walked toward him, slipping under his free arm.

Surprised and uncertain of what to do, you guided his free arm to wrap around your waist, and he relaxed in response.

"So what..." He began, "Are we a thing now?" You both exchanged glances and laughed as you wrapped your arms around him, leaning against his chest.

"You could say that. Just let me know if you want to stop, and everything stops," you assured him.

"Is that how this works? What do you do when you catch feelings?" Henry asked with a hint of curiosity. You giggled in response.

"Well, that's the thing. No feelings. Just... fun and company." you stated matter-of-factly.

"I don't know how I feel about that."

"Well, you can start by not telling me how you feel about that." You chuckled and he was smiling, amused as he shook his head in disbelief. 

You looked up at him, and he was already looking down at you, slowly leaning in. You closed your eyes as the tip of his nose brushed against yours, his breath warm and carrying the scent of whisky and cigar—intoxicating. You inhaled it slowly, and his lips finally met yours. You leaned back and loosened your arms around him, tiptoeing to meet his lips where they were.

It was your first real kiss, not something rehearsed for a music video or a movie, where dozens of people scrutinized your every move for the audience.

This was... real life.

"So..." He breathed, "No feelings, huh?" A smile curled up on your face as you shook your head, leaning back in to kiss him some more.

"Yeah. No feelings. That's the only rule." You whispered. 

"Wanna take this inside?" He nodded, and you both made your way back to your room.

"This is not how I pictured our first time would be," you mumbled as you slowly unbuttoned his shirt while he untied your robes. He sucked in a breath as the fabric fell on the floor, revealing everything for him to see.

"Commando, huh?" He looked up at you, a sudden intensity in his usually soft blue eyes. You cocked your head back in a slight laugh.

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