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exactlycleverpirate · 2 months

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What happened to Lemuria and Rafayel?

A mix of facts and theory. I try to quote where I got stuff from in the game, but let me know if something is unclear.

This is a monster. For TLDR, jump down to the bold words, as this sums up the general idea of this post.

SPOILERS for Main Story, Anecdote 3, and some Memories.

(MS stands for Main Story)

What we know:

Rafayel is Lemurian (Ebb and Flow and MS Chapter 7)

As a child, a long long time ago*, he lived in a Lemurian community in the ocean, specifically in the Deep Sea. He would sneak away from his home to explore the ocean and the surface world. (Nightly Stroll, Whalefall Lament, Ocean At Night).

*(What is a long, long time ago? 10-15 years? 800 years? He says his age is “24…probably” (promotional video). What does that mean? Has he forgotten exactly when he was born or is he alluding to the fact that he is much older? He made his vow to MC when they were both children (MS Chapter 7.11). Was that current MC or a previous reincarnation of her? If current, then he must be actually around 24. If a previous life of MC, then he could easily be 800 or more.)

Lemuria was believed to be mythical, and/or to have disappeared thousands of years ago. It was confirmed to really exist when, on December 31st, 2034 (the same year the Deepspace Tunnel appeared and the Chronorift Catastrophe occured), a tsunami and earthquake southeast of Linkon opened a rift in the ocean, revealing an ancient Lemurian city (MS, in-game article, and promotional video). When asked how he can be alive today if Lemuria disappeared thousands of years ago, Rafayel says to think of him as “a lost pearl that washed up on the beach”.

Other Lemurians are still alive. Rafayel’s Aunt Talia appears to be a Lemurian herself (his only remaining family) as she has known him a long time, knows about Lemurian ceremonies and other Lemurians, etc. In 2047, a Lemurian named K died. Rafayel attended his Seamoon Ceremony (essentially a funeral of sorts, returning him to the ocean to pass on and return to the water from whence he came), as did other remaining Lemurians (Anecdote 3).

Now that we have that foundation to work with, let’s start with Louis’ Tale in Anecdote 3.

For the sake of argument, I am going to assume that Louis got most of the story right, since Rafayel doesn’t contradict him on most points, aside from dismissing him in general, which I feel was to downplay how close Louis was to the truth.

They are discussing the opera Rafayel just performed in, particularly, the Siren’s Ballad. In the opera, the siren is a woman and the human is the man (played by Rafayel). Louis says they got this wrong. The Siren was “a charming, handsome merman”. Presumably this Siren is Rafayel.

Simple enough so far, but now it gets confusing.

The Siren (Rafayel) “met a woman on the beach, but she took his tail and cut off his scales”. This sounds similar in some ways to MC, but opposite in others. MC was a child, not a grown woman. And Rafayel got stranded on the beach (No way out, no hope, and waiting to die) and MC rescued him from death, rather than taking his tail and scales.

However, if we assume Fragrant Dream was a memory and not just a dream (Rafayel acts as though this dream is significant somehow), Rafayel gave a scale, his blood, and his voice to save MC, and ultimately sacrificed his life for her, in some past life. The perfume (bitter like fermented aquatic plants, the same description as the potion in the dream) that brings the possible memory to MC’s mind is from Your Fragrance. Rafayel has some very strange lines in Your Fragrance when he is under the apparently intoxicating effect this perfume has on him. He says the perfume smells familiar, then goes on to say:

“It must be an allergic reaction. This isn’t perfume. How dare they use such underhanded methods to trap me…”

“Who gave you the perfume?”

“Are you trying to run away again?”

“I’m not going anywhere. You’re gonna lock me up again… You’re with them, I just know it. Don’t think I’m unaware of what you’re about to do. (MC name), I won’t fall for it again. Not this time.”

This all implies that Rafayel was trapped and locked up in the past. And that on at least some level, he feels like MC played a role in him getting tricked. (Which might explains why he considers abandoning her when she is drowning in MS Chapter 7.11. See an alternate theory for this here.)

Back to Louis’ story, he describes the fate of the woman. The Siren is on the verge of death, and he sings the Siren’s Ballad. (Later, we learn this portrayal of the Siren’s Ballad is inaccurate: ““Siren's Ballad” isn't a song of revenge. It's an elegy sung for Lemuria”.) According to Louis, “Ultimately, the woman on the shore passed away with a smile as he sang.” Obviously, MC is currently alive. Did Louis get this wrong? Was this a past life? A different woman?

Louis then describes what he believes those who die by the Siren’s song experience.

“People lured by the siren's ballad don't die peacefully. Their smiles are just a mask bestowed by the Siren. Instead, as they near death, they witness bizarre visions as they're plunged into endless torment.”

The man, Mr. Fallon, who died during the opera is described as having died of no obvious cause with a smile on his face. After singing during the opera that Mr. Fallon died watching, Rafayel goes backstage.

“A searing pain throbs in his throat, pulsating in tandem with his heartbeat, rapidly stimulating his nerves. As he touches his Adam’s apple, he pulls out a new tie from his leather briefcase, a smooth satin entwined between his fingers. The cool texture gradually envelops his neck. It’s like sheathing a blade.”

This strongly implies that Rafayel used his voice for something more than singing, hinting at it being a weapon. I think it is safe to assume Rafayel somehow killed Mr. Fallon man with his song, presumably in the way Louis describes.

Another interesting thing of note in this part of Louis’ description is: “A blue pattern, representing the Siren, appears on their chests. It's a constant reminder of the sins they committed against the sea.” At first, I thought this may be the pattern we see on Rafayel’s chest in Chapter 7.11, implying he sinned against the sea, but on rewatching it, I realized that the mark is red, not blue. So I am inclined to go with my first impression that Rafayel’s mark is related to his bond with MC (since it responds to her calling out to him).

So, now that we are thoroughly confused about what has taken place between Rafayel and MC, let’s move on to the next part of the story. This is when everything takes an even more heartbreaking turn.

“The Siren returns to the sea, believing everything has ended. But he discovers his underwater kingdom has turned to ruins, soaked in blood. His people have either vanished, turned into bloody foam, or were kidnapped. His homeland has turned into a silent, deserted city overnight. Oh, and as for the name of this underwater kingdom - Lemuria.”

(Interesting side note: After this part of Louis’ story, Rafayel’s meal is served: “a fish laying amidst white rosemary”. Rosemary symbolizes fidelity and remembrance.)

Later, in his memories, Rafayel adds to this scene for us.

“The young boy sits alone in the middle of the coral reef, softly humming “Siren's Ballad.” Waves lap the shores, staining it dark red. The color blends almost seamlessly with the bloody setting sun in the distance. Those who deceived him have long since sailed away on their massive ships, laughing all the while. “Siren's Ballad” isn't a song of revenge. It's an elegy sung for Lemuria.”

He also remembers:

“The dying cries of his people echo in his ears, fizzing and crackling like a broken record that's been ground into pieces.”

“In the darkness, the shadows of those he personally laid to rest emerge and drag him down, lower and lower into the depths.”

Now, let’s talk about the painting Raymond bought from Rafayel.

But first, let’s talk about Raymond. He is a former patient of Zayne’s with a congenital heart disease. In his mansion, he has a giant fish tank with no water in it. Instead, it has a dull and pale skeleton. (MS Chapter 2.2-2.3)

“Fin-like bones protrude from its pelvis. This skeleton lacks legs, its spine extending like a long string. Its pose is ominously beautiful, resembling a girl sitting cross-legged.”

I think it is pretty safe to say this is a real Lemurian skeleton.

Additionally, Zayne notes that “According to the Akso remote monitor, your vital sign data has improved. The equipment also determined your age to be far younger than what it actually is.” In other words, Raymond’s health has improved, and he is unnaturally youthful for his age. Raymond even suggests he should be dead by now and asks Zayne if he is curious as to why he is not dead. Zayne admits to initial curiosity, but then moves on.

Before K died, he said “They took away my scales and drew my blood. Over and over again. I’m no longer Lemurian.” The doctor told Rafayel that K had endured “such agony”. This appears to be something many of the Lemurians on land are facing or trying to hide from.

In Rafayel’s Myth (Chapter 3), it says that the humans of that time believed:

"Every Lemurian was blessed with beauty. Their tears turn into glimmering pearls, their voices brought dreams of wonder, their blood made one live forever or could even resurrect the dead. Once you tamed a Lemurian, they were the most loyal, powerful servant. They listened to every command, even if it cost them their life."

Even if only parts of this are true, it shows that Lemurians are considered highly desirable as slaves or for parts. And the part about the blood seems to have at least an element of truth, given Raymond's health.

It seems reasonable to conclude that Raymond has been harvesting something (scales, blood, etc) from Lemurians to unnaturally lengthen his life and make him younger.

Now enter Rafayel’s painting.

He used blood red coral, infused with Metaflux, from the ruins of Lemuria for this painting.

When MC resonated with the painting in Raymond’s house, this is what she experiences:

“A stunning oil painting hangs on the wall opposite of the sofa. It depicts a brilliantly blue sea with cascading white waves. Each brush stroke feels alive as if countless fairies are jumping out of the water.

At the edge of the sea, the water is gradually stained crimson like something is being torn apart, swallowed, and coalescing into a blood clot.

The gloomy weather, the sound of the ocean - a salty humidity slowly creeps into my hair.

A girl by the shore, the lower half of her body submerged in the water. Strange. It's almost like she’s crying and laughing at the same time.

The swirling fog carries a faint, ethereal melody on the sea breeze. It sounds like a song, yet is also a lament.”

Mermaid Song plays in the background while MC is resonating with the painting. The translation of it is:

“A fish in your hand. Please burn with passion. Nets of moonlight. With coral, a prison. When waves kiss the morning sun. The scent of roses pierce. With a fish in your hand. Blood. Blood. Blood covers the sea.”

When MC visits Rafayel’s art gallery, we learn a bit more about this painting.

“When I was a kid, I had dreamed I turned into a fish.

I swam and swam and swam from the deep sea, seeking a place beyond the water's surface. Only to end up in blood-red seawater.

It was the first time I ever saw such a color. Who knows how many years I've spent trying to recreate it. But I never really could get that same shade of red.

It was always a slightly different hue, you know...”

All of this put together paints a scene along these lines for us:

A young Rafayel returns from an encounter with a human woman on the beach (MC?). He finds that Lemuria is in ruins and empty. He swims to the surface. It is nighttime on a coral reef. There is a smell of roses in the air. As the sun rises, he sees that the water is filled with blood. Perhaps there is a Lemurian girl there singing mournfully, or the girl in the painting is representative of Rafayel’s experience and the experience of other survivors. (Perhaps it is even her skeleton in Raymond's home). Some Lemurians are dead or dying in the water or on the beach. Rafayel hears their dying cries and returns those dead on land to the sea to become one with the water. He then sits alone on a coral reef, surrounded by bloody water, singing an elegy for Lemuria as the sun sets. He knows he was deceived and that his deceivers have already sailed away. Some of the Lemurians have been kidnapped and taken away with the deceivers.

("A fish in your hand" from the Mermaid Song seems to refer to the Ocean Emissaries (little blue fish) that come from making a Lemurian vow (though Rafayel also seems to be able to summon these on command). Is this a reference to the promise between Rafayel and MC? How does that play into the rest of this scene?)

Given how vulnerable Lemurians are on Ebb Day, I think it very likely that this occurred on Ebb Day. (Perhaps this vulnerability was revealed to those who killed the Lemurians by MC or Rafayel himself. Did one or both of them trust the wrong people with this information? This also might be why Rafayel was stranded on a beach in the first place when he met MC.)

So now we have some kind of a picture about what happened to Lemuria. Is this ancient or recent history?

Either way, Lemurians still live and are still being harvested for parts.

Louis concludes his story by asking Rafayel, “When the Siren returns to the beach…How does he exact his revenge on those responsible for Lemuria's destruction?”

To which Rafayel responds, “I think he’d first learn from them. He's gotta study their wits and cruelty, you know.”

Which brings us back to Mr. Fallon dead with a smile on his face at the opera. And also Raymond drowned in his bathtub after carving fish scales into his body. The painting has vanished from his home. (MS Chapter 7.3)

I think this is why Rafayel has a bounty on him, since those participating in harvesting Lemurians are being killed by him, but can't exactly go to the authorities about it.

I also think Rafayel is not solely motivated by revenge. He tells Aunt Talia “Not every Lemurian survivor can wait.” Somehow, what he is doing is supposed to prevent other Lemurians from ending up like K.

Talia notes that Rafayel has changed "After that incident in Lemuria." He seems unrecognizable. Past Rafayel was like a blazing flame, whereas he "now resembled a reef battered by relentless waves - outwardly cold and hard, yet riddled with cracks, vulnerable to crumbling from the next wave." Talia is helping Rafayel gather information for his goal, but she isn't convinced that they are doing the right thing.

What are your thoughts? Was this helpful? More confusing? Is Rafayel ancient or young? What the heck happened between Rafayel and MC? Let me know your thoughts!

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yaesnovels · 11 months

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study sessions

alhaitham x reader

cw: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it everyone); edging; fingering, fem!reader with no specific pronouns

a/n: i promise to work on my requests soon. kinda in a massive slump rn so i just cant get myself to do anything rn, sorry everyone. love yall, we made it to +800 now <3 maybe we get to reach the 1k by my birthday in exactly a month?

sometimes you refused to believe that your boyfriend was this hot.

you were so lost in thoughts while eyeing him up and down, mesmerized by how beautiful his body looked like when he was relaxed, that you didn’t even notice him looking at you with a smirk at first. heat crept up your cheeks when you finally did notice his knowing grin and you looked away quickly.

“you okay? you’ve been staring at me for a while now”, alhaitham chuckled, before he grabbed his book again and continued reading as if nothing happened.

was he being serious right now?

“no, i’m not okay. pay attention to me”, you whined, you were so bored from studying all day and wanted to spend some time with your boyfriend after he had finally agreed to go to sleep., though, you both were just laying in bed now – you just relaxing as you scrolled trough your phone. he, however, was more interested in his stupid book that it made you want to just take it from him and throw it away.

“let me finish reading my book and i’ll do anything you ask me to”, he suggested. you looked at how far he was in the book and shook your head as a no when you saw that he was only halfway through. it’d take him all evening to get through it — too long to wait up.

“nope. i refuse. your book can wait, i can’t.”

you grinned triumphantly when he spread his arms out as an offer for a hug and cuddles and immediately sat on his lap. you loved the warmth of his body when he put his arm around you and… grabbed his book again?

you groaned in disbelief. he couldn’t be for real right now, right?

“what? i told you i was going to finish reading my book, didn’t i?”, he laughed, pinching your cheek with his other hand.

“yes, but…”, you sighed, not finishing your sentence, trying to accept your fate.

“aw, sweetheart”, he couldn’t help his grin when he saw you pouting. “we can cuddle while i read, though. your cuddles are my most favorite thing in the world.”

you rolled your eyes in annoyance, your hand slowly wandering down his chest and stomach, until you reached his crotch. alhaitham looked at you with an arched eyebrow, his gaze practically warning you not to but you always had loved to tease him until he snapped.

“sweetheart, you don’t want to do this”, he grunted when you palmed his cock with a grin on your lips. “you really don’t want to go there.”

“what if i do?”, you challenged him. “read your book. since it’s much more interesting than me.”

you slowly pulled the hem of his shirt up a bit to lean down and plant soft kisses over his toned stomach, moving even lower slowly.

“okay, you win. let me finish this chapter and i will go down on you until you’ve at least come three times just on my tongue”, he groaned when you started massaging his crotch again. “is that a good enough compromise for you?”

“i mean, sure. but i’m not stopping”, you challenged him again, riling him up until he couldn’t take it anymore. “aw, you’re already getting hard from this alone? but i haven’t even started actually teasing you, babe.”

“for fuck’s sake”, he groaned, carelessly throwing his book on the nightstand and pulling you up so that he could kiss you properly.

you practically felt all of his pent-up need for you just by how desperate his kiss was. you couldn’t possibly imagine that leaving kisses over his stomach and slowly palming his cock got him this needy; he probably just wanted to tease you for wanting his attention like this.

and now he was in that position he originally wanted you to be.

you moaned into the kiss as he turned you both around so that you were beneath him and he started grinding his hips against yours. not wanting to drag this out much more, he pulled your shorts down and pulled your panties aside.

“i should edge you just because you were acting like such a brat, hun”, he grunted against your ear. “how about i keep on bringing you to the edge, over and over, and don’t ever let you come, hm? until you already make a mess of the sheets without ever really having the luxury of coming like my pretty and good slut.”

“no, please, okay, i’m sorry”, you whined, shaking your head because you knew he was the most patient person you had ever known – he would never get tired of seeing your teary cheeks and shaking body underneath him.

“mhm, now you’re sorry, huh? thought so”, he grinned triumphantly, planting soft kisses over your tummy before he went down to lick up a stripe before he started teasing your clit with his tongue. he was holding your legs up as he dived in like a man starving; eyes rolling back as he delved his tongue inside, making you sob in pleasure.

“i’m so obsessed with how good you taste”, he groaned, “i won’t ever get tired of this.”

“please”, you whined, fingers buried in his hair, pulling on the strands. “i’m sorry for teasing you like that, please just let me come.”

“mhm, nope. i think i prefer edging you for now”, he grinned, making you roll your eyes at him. “you’re just so cute when you’re annoyed, sweetheart.”

“well, i guess, you just don’t have it in you to make me scream your name over and over, huh?”, your only way to convince him was really to play with his ego. he had proven his ability to make you lay boneless underneath him and just take it like his good girl over and over already but you just knew where to attack to make him go feral.

his eyes darkened. “oh, honey. i wouldn’t have gone that far if i were you”, he cooed in an innocent tone before he got up from the bed, turning you around as he pulled you to the edge of the bed, lifting your hips up. he was softly massaging your ass before he spanked you, catching you in total surprise. “you like that, don’t you, love? i know you do, don’t even deny it.”

two of his fingers were quickly inside of your cunt, thrusting in and out with no mercy as you couldn’t keep yourself up any longer and just gave in, face down, buried in the pillows and moans muffled by you biting into the fabric.

“don’t. you. dare. head up, love. don’t you dare try to muffle those pretty noises of yours.”

you immediately lifted your head, as he pulled out his fingers and you only heard the sound of fabric shuffling around before you felt his tip against your entrance and with one hard and swift thrust, he was buried deep inside of you.

“al- alhaitham”, you whimpered his name, the way he was buried deep inside of you had tears almost running down your cheeks in pleasure. “you’re so– so deep.”

“damn right, i am. but you’re happy about that, aren’t you? all you wanted was for me to bury my cock deep inside of you and fuck you until you’re a brainless little mess for me, didn’t you?”

with each thrust, he hit your g-spot, getting you so sensitive and dripping for him with your slick. “yes, yes, oh, archons, yes”, you whimpered.

after the relentless study sessions he made you go through today, this was the perfect way of him rewarding you for holding on so patiently. and he made sure to show you how proud he was of you.

once alhaitham turned you around so that he could face you, he leaned down with his body, your arms immediately wrapping around his broad shoulders as you locked him in his spot with your legs around his hips, just wanting to be as close to you as possible in that very moment. the intensity of his gaze on you had you weak in your own body; he was looking at you with so much love in his eyes, it was driving you crazy.

“i love you”, he mumbled as he continued with his slow, yet hard thrusts, having slowed down to edge you once more. alhaitham always loved to edge you until you were begging him to make you come; he knew he had full control over your body whenever he fucked you and he took advantage of that.

sometimes, you were too impatient to handle his actions – you’d attempt to turn you both around (he’d let you) and ride him (he’d grab your hips and move his hips in rhythm with your movements).

“i’m so close, hun, so, so close”, he groaned, burying his face against your neck as he hugged you tight against his firm body and even biting your skin as he finally came inside of you, filling you up with a loud groan and waiting a moment to calm down before he pushed you underneath him again.

“now, let me pamper like you deserve, my love. make you come over and over like you deserve this reward for being so patient with me all day”, he mumbled as he thrusted his cock back inside, lifting your legs and wrapping them around his waist.

he was going to make a total mess out of you; until you were too tired to move a muscle. there was no going back once he started.

#. flowers for : alhaitham !#genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin fanfiction #genshin alhaitham #alhaitham smut #alhaitham fanfiction #alhaitham

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acupofcappuccino · 3 months

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Reading Together with Dr. Ratio.

wc. around 800. an. this is my first post here!! i hope its alright :3 reblogs and likes are super appreciated!

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The phonograph set near the door spins endlessly, letting out a soft classical tune as the several candles illuminate the dark room around you. Your eyes wander around to the many bookshelves set around, alongside the neat desk set in the middle, near the large window in the back of the room, and a couple of stacks of papers lying on top, alongside an open letter, and a couple of quills.

“Stop looking away from the page. Focus on actually reading it instead.” Ratio mutters as he nudges your side, clearly disliking the fact that you keep on getting distracted. “That’s the reason why you’re here with me in the first place. Is this not what you asked for? To read with me?” He says. “You’re lucky I even visited this space station at all.”

He really wants to finish this book, doesn’t he?

His nose scrunches up as he glares down at you. “I already know what you’re thinking.” He seems irritated at your expression, making you notice the subconscious, amused smile growing on your face. “Of course I’d like to finish reading this chapter.” Ah, as always. He knows everything that’s going on in your head. How does a genius tolerate an average person like you?

“Hush yourself, and read.”

You nudge him back, as if to encourage him to turn the page, and he rolls his eyes as he does so.

“Have you actually been really reading it?” You nod yes to his question, and scan over the words on the page as you read through them. It’s a bit odd to read from this angle, and since he didn’t want you to hold the book, you have to sort of peer over his arms to do so. He notices the discomfort on your face and sighs loudly, somewhat annoyed.

“Here, this’ll make it easier to read for you.” Ratio grumbles, pushing and scooting himself to your side as he grasps your hand roughly, forcing you to grab the left side of the book, while he holds the right. “Now, continue to read.”

It takes you a moment to process what just happened, and you peer up at him to see his face. His warmth feels so nice against you.

“What?” There’s that little frown on his face that pops up everytime he’s embarrassed, though he’ll never admit that to anyone. Not even you. “Just-” He scoffs. “Just read.” He glares down at you, gritting his teeth together as he pushes the last words out. “The book.” Bet he wishes he had on his alabaster head piece.

After a couple minutes of silence, besides the occasional “You read too slow.” and “May you hurry up, so I can flip the page?”, you sigh and lean your head on his shoulder, just finishing up the page after his pestering you to do so. His eyes wander over to your hand, gently caressing the previous page with your thumb, as he holds the other side of the book.

“Are you ready for me to turn the page?” He says, his voice suddenly soft as he flicks his thumb under, ready to flip it. You nod, and he swiftly turns to the next page, catching the next page under your thumb as his eyes trail off you, and onto the words sprawled out on the paper.

After a couple of seconds, he speaks. “How do you like it so far?” He asks, turning his head to look at you, as you do the same. He honestly does look prettier up close. “Is it a bore to you?” It’s impossible to not notice how nice he looks in the candlelight, his amber eyes gazing right into you, awaiting your response.

Now that you think about it, it’s not too bad.

“... Is that so?” He processes your answer for a moment, and a small smile grows on him. “If you’d like, I could buy a copy of this book for you.” Ratio seems happy at your enjoyment of said book, but you shake your head at his offer, and his smile falters. “Why not?”

It’s a simple reason, really. If you had your own copy…

Now, there would be no reason to read it with him like this. And that's no fun.

Ratio looks away from you instantly as soon as your words pour out, letting out a small, long sigh as he focuses all of his attention on the book in front of you two. “What a foolish answer.” But even an idiot can notice the growing blush on his face, the nervous frown forming on his soft lips, the way he keeps fidgeting with the next page, anxiously waiting so he can flip to the next one, and take his mind off his growing embarrassment for you.

Well, who’d known this genius would’ve felt so strongly for you? He can’t even hide his embarrassment and shame.

“How ignorant can one person be…”

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ramblingoak · 4 months

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Naps With Copia

Chapter 7: Napping With A Monster

Other Naps: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 8 / 9

For @ghuleh-recs 💙 who wanted a nap with a certain vampire cowboy…

Yeehaw Dracopia x GN Reader (this nap is technically part of my cowboy/vampire AU The Vampire's Bride but this can be read on its own!)

These are all stand alone chapters so you do not have to read one before the other! This series came from my post about wanting to nap with Copia all around the abbey. The stories will all have gender neutral readers and soft Copia naps.

Warnings: mentions of vampires feeding, slightly suggestive but still sfw, 800 words (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers!)

It was strange watching him sleep.

He was completely still except for the slight up and down movement of his chest. Swiss had explained that they don’t need to breathe, but mostly they continued to do so out of habit. Just like how they sometimes ate normal food. It didn’t do anything to sustain them but sometimes they still enjoyed a more…traditional meal.

Sometimes they also did it to blend in.

The old couple that owned the farmhouse seemed oblivious to who they had invited to stay. Only you and Copia were staying in the house though, the Ghouls were staying in the barn. It was a decision that Dewdrop had complained loudly about but one low growl from Copia had shut him up. It was really fascinating to watch how they all interacted with each other and how they respected Copia. It was obvious though that their respect also came with a healthy dose of fear of their leader which did wonders for keeping them all in line.

You turned to look around the sparse room but quickly stopped, hissing when the skin around the bites pulled painfully. He had been on you as soon as the door to the room was closed, pressing you back up against it and mouthing at your neck. Your cheeks heated up at the memory and then at the memory of all the other times he had fed from you so far. You hadn’t expected a vampire’s bite to be so—

“You should get some rest.”

His gravelly voice startled you, his accent a little thicker than normal due to how tired he was. The fight with Mary had taken a lot out of him and even after feeding from you he still needed time to recuperate. You looked down at your hands and shrugged.

“I’m not tired.”

“That’s a lie.” He smirked when you glared at him, your eyes first mesmerized by how bright red his were before trailing down to the blood still staining his mouth. Your blood. “I saw you yawning all through dinner.”

“Shouldn’t someone keep watch?”

“Keep watch from who? The owners don’t seem the type to kill people in their sleep.”

“What if they realize you’re not…people?”

“Then I suppose the Ghouls will have something besides deer and rabbits to feed from.” He held out his hand, the fingers wiggling in the air towards you. “Come here.”

“Are you still hungry?” You were crawling towards him anyway so his answer didn’t really matter but you still wanted to know. “Do you need to feed some more?”

His hands were surprisingly delicate but there was no doubting how strong he was when he easily lifted you up and settled you at his side.

“I always want to feed from you.”

You shivered at his words, ducking your head down to hide your blush from him. He probably already knew how much you enjoyed it. Copia could feel your pulse against his lips and he could hear how fast your heart would start to beat. You hadn’t even protested the last few times, you had willingly given yourself over to him. Offering your neck like it was his anytime he wanted it.

“You can if you need to.” The unspoken ‘if you want to’ was heavy in the air. Copia leaned down, sniffing at your neck at first before running his tongue along the fresh bites. “Please.”

“Such a polite thing you are, even to a monster such as myself.”

You leaned your head back sharply to catch his eyes. There was a smirk on his face that didn’t match his tone but before you could try to question it you yawned, your mouth opening comically wide. He raised an eyebrow as you finished, your jaw even popping loudly when you closed your mouth. It seemed like a silly thing to apologize for but you did it anyway.

“I’m sorry. I-I must be more tired than I thought.”

“Then sleep, we can take a little nap together before night falls.”

You weren’t sure what his plans were when that occurred but currently you were too tired to care. His body was warm thanks to your blood pumping through his veins and you clung to him embarrassingly tight, enjoying the feel of his arms around you. The excitement of the past few days seemed to have finally caught up with you and it was becoming impossible to keep your eyes open.

“Copia?” You waited until you heard his soft ‘hmm?’ before continuing, “Thank you for keeping me safe.”

His chest vibrated under your hand but you were too close to sleep to tell if he was laughing or grunting to acknowledge what you said. You let sleep claim you then, your body going slack against the most dangerous man in the Wild West. It was impossible to say if he was a danger to you but deep down it didn’t matter.

He wasn’t a monster to you anymore.

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Avelera's Dreamling Fic Status Update:

Keeping Sanctuary (subscribe for updates here) - Giving Sanctuary Sequel follows Dream and Hob from the events of the altered meeting in 1689 up to the modern era. (aka, What if they hooked up after the 1689 meeting?) Current word count: ~7,000 words across several chapters. Realistic progress update: 1/10 complete total, Ch. 1 is about 1/5 complete.

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Come live with me and be my love - Dream and Hob fall in love during the Regency Era when Dream loses a bet to Desire. Shenanigans ensue. (aka, What if they hooked up after the 1789 meeting?) Ch. 16 is at 2,500 words, probably about 1/3 done. Current plan is to wrap up Part 1 in the next few chapters then create a part 2 which finishes out their "1 year of marriage" on a month by month basis instead of following them day to day like Part 1 done. Probably won't be a separate fic though, just a change of format.

This Rough Magic - My take on "Hob rescues Dream from Burgess" with a twist that Hob ends up on Burgess's radar himself when he picked up some occult magic skills in the hopes of contacting Dream after 1889 and apologizing. Now he has to pretend to be friends with Burgess in order to get them both out of there, because Burgess thinks Hob can help force Dream to give him immortality. (aka, What if they hooked up after the 1889 meeting?) Ch. 9 is about 800 words in. Story is still very much in progress I just have a lot of WIPs, as you can see.

Joke's On You (I'm Into That) - The 1589 meeting goes very different when Hob proposes to Dream, who is so offended that he just can't let the matter go. A very angry, very horny competition kicks off between them. (Aka, what if they hooked up in 1589 when they were both at their absolute worst as people?) I have literally 40,000 words written for the rest of this fic. The problem is, there's big gaps in that first draft I have to fill in and scenes that need to be added. This might be my favorite WIP but it's also the hardest to write with all the smut scenes so it'll arrive whenever I can manage, I'm afraid.

Banana Daiquiris Ch. 2 - Comic-canon compliant (mostly) - Dream fakes his death to go on a vacation with Hob and Destruction. They end up in Tahiti. Destruction plays matchmaker. Hob doesn't know whether to thank Destruction or strangle him. Current word count 6,000 words. I've been playing around with adding on to this fic for ages. One of these days, I'll pull it all together.

And for fics that haven't been posted anywhere yet (you can subscribe on my Ao3 author page for alerts about them):

Hob Amesia Fic - Dream and Hob are dating officially now in the 21st century when Hob gets hit with what seems to be a memory loss curse, shaving off 100 years of his life each day until Dream finds a cure. This effectively grants Dream a walk down memory lane as he is reacquainted with the Hob of each era and, in the process, learns how much longer Hob cared for him than Dream ever realized. Current word count: 35,000 words. Currently writing 1489 (1889-1589 are done) and I might re-write the opening. It genuinely kills me not to have this one posted lol.

"Dream Accidentally Cursed Hob with a Normal Life" Fic - Dream learns that from 1689 on, Hob's life has been safe. Too safe. Improbably safe. Nothing bad or extraordinary or even terribly special has happened to him since Dream began to consider Hob his friend. He knows this because during his imprisonment, Hob's life became exciting again and suddenly went back to normal the day Dream was freed. Hob is not convinced that Dream is the reason for this, Dream disagrees. They talk about it. And fight about it. And some things that they've probably needed to talk about for a long time finally get said. (aka, sometimes the author just needs to write their weird headcanon into a 20,000 word fic that's almost entirely dialogue). Current word count: 16,000 words. This one also kills me that it's not done yet.

You Found Me Ch. 2 - (Comic-inspired) Hob's girlfriend Audrey survives the car crash. They got married. Then, in 2021, they got divorced. The Hob Dream meets at the New Inn when he returns is newly-divorced, bitter, and angry, and not in a good headspace to reunite with the friend who ghosted him over thirty years before. -5,000 words left to post. One of the first one-shots I wrote for this fandom then abandoned. Never could quite find an end for it that didn't become a huge long fic but I think I finally cracked it.

"Fairy God Marlowe" - 1589 fixit fic where Hob and Kit Marlowe strike up a conversation while Dream and Shaxberd are talking. Hob and Marlowe talk about plays, and faith, and salvation, and queer love, and what it means to live forever. Hob gets a second chance at a first impression. Current word count: ~5,000 words. Sadly, it's all dialogue in script format. I'd need to convert it into prose to publish which would be a slog. So it's a bit shelved until I find the energy to do so. No, I will not post it in script format, I'm allergic to the thought.

I've got a few other concepts kicking around, but these are the ones that actually have (*does a quick calculation*) over 100,000 words written that I haven't had the chance to post yet?? And it's driving me insane????

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Together (V)

Mentions of violence, blood, injuries, abuse, kidnappings, shootings, and scary men.

Summary: Things all of a sudden turn around for the middle Halstead sibling.

A/N: It's a little late but this is in celebration of 800 followers. This and the next chapter were both written at school on my schools chromebooks so just ignore any mistakes. Enjoy!!

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Kelly had been taken off shift as soon as Boden was informed of your predicament. A replacement came in and Kelly left 51 with everyone on edge.

With Trudy's permission, Kelly joined Hailey along with all the other units as they scoured the streets, looking up and down and all around for any sign of any of the Halsteads.

Kelly could remember it as though it was yesterday. The Murray brothers first came into their lives on a call that both 51 and intelligence responded to, a mere coincidence honestly and Med was the nearest hospital, so it only made sense.

The ever intriguing and elusive Halstead siblings drew in the Murray's and low and behold, several days later, you never turned up to shift.

Your kidnapping several years ago, a moment in all your lives that had been buried deep had suddenly resurfaced and Kelly could only think and prepare himself for the worst.

Huffing in par anger and par disappointment, Kelly looked up to the darkening sky, the sunset slowly fading would usually be a beautiful sight but today, it had no significance to him. In fact, it only made him think of you more.

"Come one Severide." Hailey pressed her lips together tightly, her smile strained and eyes dim. She was just as exhausted and distraught as him, she knew exactly what he was going through. "Everyone's reconveing with Trudy."

Before Kelly could reply, a phone went off. Confused, both he and Hailey checked their individual phones, Kelly tucking his back into his pocket when it wasn't his.

Already on edge, Kelly stood nervously, watching Hailey's face closely for any sign as to what she was being told.

"We need to go to Med."

*****

"Listen, I'm fine! Back off and let me go!"

Hailey swallowed thickly, heart thundering out of her chest as she heard the voice she adored in secret. Picking up the pace, she pulled open the curtains and stood frozen in the trauma doorway.

"Jay." She said breathlessly, refusing to blink in fear that this was all a dream and she was going to wake up to the reality that he wasn't here at Med and alive.

"Thank goodness Hailey." Jay let himself deflate ever so slightly at the sight of his partner, but there was no time for pleasantries. "Get me out of here."

Hailey only now let herself blink, several times in fact due to her shock at her partners words. Jay was covered in blood and it was obvious to the naked eye that he was hurt. She heard the 911 audio, she knew he'd been shot but God knows how many injuries had been inflicted onto him.

Hailey hadn't been in Intelligence when the Murray brothers first came about, neither was she there for any of the Halstead siblings separate kidnappings so she was trekking in unknown territory.

"Listen Ethan, Will patched me up good." Jay began, turning to the Korean doctor who he knew was concerned about all of their well-beings'. "As soon as I get them back, I'll get seen."

Ethan wanted to argue but knew there was nothing stopping the middle sibling, rolling his eyes he turned to Maggie and asked for some painkillers before addressing him. "The second they're found, you're back in this treatment room."

"Scout's honour doc." Jay promised seriously, taking the tablets and chugging them back with some water he was given by Maggie. "I'll be fine."

And with that, Jay was walking out the room with Hailey trying to keep up with him.

"Jay? What the hell happened?" Hailey asked, picking up her pace so she could stay in step with him. She took note of the fire burning in his eyes and the determination he had in each step despite being injured.

"Where's Voight and everyone else?" Jay asked, ignoring her question as he caught sight of Severide leaning against Hailey's parked car outside the ER.

"They're on their way back." Hailey said, nodding at Kelly to get in the car, shaking her head at him so he wouldn't ask any questions despite how much he wanted to.

"Your hurt and you’re bleeding Jay, you need-“

“My brother and my sister are on the verge of death Hailey!” Jay shouted with a mix of fear, anger and hurt. “They’re bleeding somewhere and my baby sister is scared to death and I need to help them.”

His shouts echoed in the packed out parking lot, his chest heaving as he went on with no one stopping him.

“Will and Y/N are all I have left Hailey.” Jay said shakily, largely contrasting the sheer force he just spoke in. “I’m going to help, I don’t care if it’s the last thing I do.”

There was nothing stopping a man who was about to lose all that he had left to live for.

*****

Intelligence was finally whole again with the addition of Trudy and Kelly, all huddled together under a tent that was set up on middle ground.

When they arrived back in Chicago, the sheer amount of shock on everyone's face was evident.

Trudy had sworn everyone to secrecy but when she first saw Jay, her motherly instincts acted upon themselves as she squeezed the daylights out of him without causing any further injury.

"They dumped me." Jay said, revealing to the team how he'd gotten here. "They suddenly decided to move locations again and decided to dump me around the corner from Med which means they want me alive."

"What about Will and Y/N?" Antonio asked, being the first person to interject Jay since he started to unravel all the small necessary things.

Jay clenched and unclenched his jaw, his eye twitching in frustration as he folded his arms.

"They're still with Jackson and Ezra."

"No offense Jay but why would they get rid of you instead of Will?" Adam genuinely asked, confused as to why two criminals would release the ex-ranger and detective instead of the ER doctor.

All of a sudden, Jay looked like he was going to be sick. Like his new train of thought was going to make him throw up then and there.

"They want to keep Y/N alive for as long as possible, and only Will can do that."

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'1-800-GOTHAM' by goldfishinabag

It feels a little odd to give himself a recommendation to get the Bats to treat him better, but hey, Tim will use the Angel's reputation to his advantage any way he can.

“Of course, Angel. Thank you for trusting us with your friend. If you don’t mind me asking, what is your informant’s name? That way, they know we are working together with you.”

A name. Hm.

He doesn’t want to reveal himself as Tim Drake just yet, but he wants it to be close enough to his name.

“Jackson. He goes by Jackson,” he eventually settles with.

Jackson is his middle name. Once they look towards the right direction, it shouldn’t be too difficult for Bruce Wayne to figure out that Jackson is one Timothy Jackson Drake.

“Don’t call him Jack, though,” Tim quickly adds, shuddering at the thought of being called by his father’s name. "He will allow Jax, if you must nickname him."

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KISS, DON’T TELL — 24: for the show

synopsis: popular and menacingly wicked choi beomgyu has the entire senior class wrapped around his finger. the high school drama club has cherished y/n as their veteran for four years. to fulfill beomgyu’s graduation requirements, he must join y/n’s drama club despite his grudges. unbeknownst to everyone else, y/n and beomgyu have their history. they’ve kissed before (or more like y/n has bitten his lip to bleed) and beomgyu hasn’t lived it down ever since. y/n cannot stand this guy. they can make it through the entire year as the leads in their play, right?

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a/n: written (6.2k). light profanity, mentions of death, mentions of alcohol, suggestive at some parts, kissing. so sorry for the wait y’all but kdt is back on track! i hope this chapter makes it worth it i think y’all will like the result 🫶

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y/n wasn't quite sure how this night was going to map out. they've been around beomgyu for a few months now, they've spent one on one time with him for the production, but they've never been in a romantic setting with him. were they supposed to act different now? the feeling of caring what he thought of them was starting to kick in and they desperately tried to shove it in the back of their mind. that feeling could only mean one thing, and maybe they weren't ready to admit it. though, this date has gone too well for them to avoid that realization.

sure, beomgyu's first sight of them was watching them trip on their own shoe laces as they tried to hide the deep red rise on their cheeks. beomgyu still remained true to his word in not discussing y/n's accidental text that they sent while trying out the 'type your thoughts in a message technique'. whoever came up with that method was an absolute dingus. now the idea was left in the air and they were waiting for a moment it could be brought up again.

beomgyu had the two make a little detour back to the pub the open mic event was hosting in as their first activity. he felt bad that y/n originally signed him up to perform, but he truly wanted them to be the first person to hear him play. beomgyu made sure to remind them once again as he whispered into their ear while watching other acts behind the mic. he did take note in the way the blood rushed to y/n's ears, presumably due to the close distance and the warmth of his breath.

the two didn't stay there for long and beomgyu led the way to the dessert spot that recently opened up around the corner. y/n admired the decor inside, it was reminiscent of a day in paris with all the pastels on the walls and the classy chandeliers hanging at each table. the music for the night seemed to be a chill lofi playlist, which created a comfortable atmosphere that complimented the scenery. y/n made a mental note that this would become their new study location. the desserts on display ranged from various croissants, cakes, muffins, cookies, and macarons. beomgyu decided on two mini cakes that complimented their outfits well, and though they were delicious, he did not miss the opportunity to take pictures of y/n. they were hiding their face behind their hands most of the time, but he did manage to capture a perfect photo of them holding the cake out on their hands as they widened their eyes in a cute manner, gawking at the deliciousness that was waiting to be eaten.

“i'm not much of a sweet person, but this is really good,” beomgyu comments as he takes his last bite of the dessert.

continuing on with the promises of the date, the two found a park nearby to sit and enjoy their food, while also enjoying the scenery outside. there have been comfortable moments of silence, but they've talked about anything that came to their mind. roads to the heart, beomgyu's progress, the fact that none of them expected to be where they are now. it was quite nice, actually.

“you're pretty sweet,” y/n replies without a second thought, chewing slowly as they realized what they just said and cannot take back.

beomgyu chuckles as he bites down on his lip and nods gushingly. he's been complimented by other flings before, but this time it hits different. perhaps it's his history with y/n, or maybe it's because he knows their intention is not to get in his pants. a scenario plays out in his head, his eyes widening at what's going on and mentally apologizes as if y/n is able to know what he's thinking about.

“you know,” beomgyu clears his throat once he pulls himself together. “you've barely told me anything about yourself. it can't just be me!”

y/n smiles in response and licks some frosting from their lips. “that's true. what do you want to know?”

beomgyu takes a moment. come to think of it, all he's done these past years is tease them about their incident. all he knows is that y/n is in theatre and they have a passion for acting. that seems to be an interest to him right now, and there's always the rest of their lives to find more things out about them. that is, if he doesn't mess this up.

“what made you want to get into acting?” he comes up with something to ask. beomgyu's interest surprises y/n, as they didn't expect him to ask this of all things. though, they wouldn't say it's the most sudden. if anything, they're becoming more appreciative of beomgyu's consideration these days.

“my dad was kind of a newbie actor and he was in short films,” y/n begins with a gentle kick of their feet. “he used to teach me everything he knew. i would perform for him and my mom in the living room and apparently i had some real potential. i didn't start taking it seriously until i got older and when he died i wanted to continue what we started.”

the last part has beomgyu stay still in a hitched breath. he had no idea y/n's father passed away until now. then again, he would've never known. he watches y/n closely for any signs of discomfort in order to signal a change of the topic. being in theatre these few months has taught him things like this and he's grateful he's able to use it right now. y/n continues to lightly kick their feet in the air from the bench the two are sitting on, their gaze focused on the scenery in front of them. a small smile takes place on their lips as their head tilts slightly to the left. there's some specs of fluorescent white in their eyes, probably due to dim lampposts nearby. still, they look as beautiful as ever.

beomgyu gets the hint that perhaps y/n is in a fond memory and continues on. “hey, um- i'm so sorry for your loss, really.”

“you wouldn't have known,” y/n affirms softly in the most genuine way possible. “enough time has passed that i could talk about him without breaking down on the spot.”

this slightly relieves beomgyu, but he hates that he's the most curious person to ever live on this planet. he wants to know more, maybe it can connect him to y/n too.

“when did he pass away?” he starts off hesitant and asks with care. “if you don't mind me asking.”

“in the fall of freshman year,” y/n responds with a click of their tongue.

freshman year. beomgyu's eyes widen when he realizes that fact and feels the corners brim with water, looking down at y/n's hands to distract himself. this must have occurred before beomgyu's party he had that semester. now it makes sense why y/n was to eager to drink that night and how their incident happened. beomgyu taunted them relentlessly while y/n was grieving over the death of their father.

how messed up is that?

“y-y/n, i'm so sorry,” beomgyu slowly looks up at them and feels the waves of apologies rush in his head. he doesn't even know where to start.

“again, you wouldn't have known,” y/n reassures once more. “i'm just grateful i have a great friend group who supported me during that time, and acting, of course.”

in all honesty, y/n wasn't intending to open up about their past. never in a million years would they imagine it would be with beomgyu, but he's proven that he's becoming a better person and they can see it. y/n can only imagine what's going on in his head at this moment, he must have connected the dots.

“what about your mom?” beomgyu can't refrain from asking.

“i don't know,” y/n draws in their breath and releases a much needed exhale. “ever since he passed she started to act different. i can't blame her, but she's definitely not the same person. we don't see eye to eye on a lot of things and barely talk nowadays but i'm used to that.”

beomgyu nods understandingly as he processes all this information. this conversation can go in different directions. he can ask more about y/n's mom, apologize profusely about being a dick all these years, or change the topic. he goes for the last option and steers it into a positive light.

“what films has your dad been in?” the boy hopes this was good enough.

y/n hums out loud as they fold their hands together on their lap. beomgyu's eyes trail onto the action and he can hear his thoughts tell him to hold those hands. they've technically done it before, why is he nervous all of a sudden? could it be his feelings have grown deeper?

“he's been in a few small projects,” y/n replies. “but i think his most notable film was 'loose strings'.”

beomgyu gasps in response to this and brings a hand to his mouth for full effect. this catches y/n's attention and they can only stare at him with a slight raised eyebrow.

“no way! i absolutely loved that film,” beomgyu exclaims with a grin and bright eyes. “i had no idea that was your dad.”

“i'm assuming you know it?” y/n stretches their question longingly with a hint of amusement in their voice.

“duh! taehyun and i had to watch it in film class sophomore year,” beomgyu recalls like it was yesterday. “honestly, it was the reason i decided to take playing guitar more seriously.”

y/n feels honored hearing this. perhaps beomgyu did always have a head on his shoulders and his persona left them to assume otherwise. getting to know him all this time made them see that he is actually quite an introspective and sensitive person.

exactly their type.

y/n turns fully to their right and brings a leg to sit under their other one as they rest their arm on the head of the bench. they're fully facing beomgyu at this point and the boy mirrors their actions so he could do the same. beomgyu flushes at the sudden movement as this is the moment they can really make eye contact with one another. y/n thinks to themselves how it gets tiring talking about yourself for too long. beomgyu is way more of an interesting character and they'd like to direct the attention back onto him.

“you know, it must be nice finally being able to share your passion with your friends,” y/n changes the subject with ease. “how does it feel?”

beomgyu rests his head on his fist as his fingers on his other hand play with his rings. “relieving. honestly, i couldn't have done it without you.”

“i bet that's not true. are they really that hard to talk to?” y/n's own curiosity leads them to ask. they don't know too much about yeonjun, apart from his hookups, but taehyun seems like a relaxed and level-headed guy. at least from what eliana has gushed about.

“not necessarily, i mean-” beomgyu hesitates as he does not want to leave the wrong impression about his friends. “taehyun is so…certain about his future that sometimes i thought he wouldn't take it seriously or say it wouldn't take me far. i was proven wrong because he practically said the same thing you told me.”

“now you have two people to listen to,” y/n teases as they hit beomgyu's shoulder playfully, to which he reacts with a soothing hand at the gesture.

beomgyu continues with a slight blush in his cheeks. “yeonjun is just silly and i thought he'd make fun of me for it.”

“welcome to the club,” y/n replies with fake astonishment. their eyes widen as their mouth hangs wide open, a smile replacing it when they see beomgyu roll his eyes and respond with a dry laugh.

“he's more than he makes out to be,” beomgyu confides honestly with a solemn tone to his voice. “you'd just have to believe me on that.”

“hey, if i could be open to you, i could be open to him too,” y/n replies. they often wonder how beomgyu managed to make that trio work, after all, they have such different personalities. then again, the same thing could apply to their friend group. the sheer thought of their friends hanging out together sends a chill down their spine.

there's another beat of silence as the two continue to admire the scenery in front of them. there's a cool rustle of the leaves on the floor, different colors of blankets are spread out on the ground, nearby shops flash their lit signs all across the park. it was such a simple date and y/n was enjoying it more than they thought they would.

if anything, they wanted to get to know beomgyu more than to have the classic 'date'. their small conversations throughout the night have allowed them to store facts in their brain to remember forever. beomgyu is actually more of a reserved person than they thought he would be, and honestly, they prefer it.

after pondering in thought for a few minutes, y/n manages to come up with a new question that they haven't thought about.

“what about your family?”

they remember walking into beomgyu's house and seeing several photos plastered on the refrigerator. it looks like it's just him, his parents, and his brother. are they creepy for knowing that?

“my parents are always away for work and my brother is living the college life,” beomgyu explains with a sigh, like he's used to the fact. “they send me great souvenirs though.”

beomgyu was used to living alone. he was used to being alone from a very young age. it wasn't until recently that the avoidant hole in his life started feeling more complete. perhaps it was his friends, maybe it was being in this production.

or oddly enough, it was y/n.

“just me and my guitar,” beomgyu finishes with a shrug of his shoulders.

“they're not here for it?” y/n recalls.

“they're just really practical,” beomgyu admits after huffing a long breath, rolling his eyes back to his head. “and they absolutely worship my brother who is studying engineering. i can't compete to that.”

“i'm sure if you talk to them and tell them it's more than just six strings on wood, they'll understand,” y/n suggests with an open mind. the sincerity in their words brings warmth to beomgyu's body.

beomgyu scoffs as he raises his eyebrows in disbelief. “please, you'd have to come with me to make that work out.”

“i would,” y/n doesn't hesitate to reply, which even shocks them. beomgyu has so much potential and it's time for the people in his life to realize it.

beomgyu is temporarily thrown back at the response, his tongue quenching for thirst all of a sudden. he's never had anyone in his life look out for him this much, and have it be y/n of all people? the way his feelings have changed scares him, to say the least. he doesn't look at y/n with amusement anymore or feel snarky enough to come up with a new joke to tease them with. they've become real friends by now.

maybe he wanted to be more.

the boy throws an appreciative smile as he shifts in his seat, reaching over for his guitar case resting on the lower half of his legs. he carefully takes out the instrument and settles it onto his lap, scooting his legs to be in the perfect comfortable position. y/n understands what is going on and shifts over to give beomgyu more space as they watch him prepare for his performance. the way his fingers know exactly what to do, almost carelessly tuning the strings and giving a few chords a test run.

“this was the main event,” beomgyu finally speaks after confirming his guitar is in perfect shape. “any requests?”

y/n hums as hold their gaze on the boy. they feel starstruck just looking at him, it's like the tone changed all of a sudden. what makes the feeling worse is that beomgyu is intently looking back at them just as much, arguably seeking more validation. y/n blinks down at the guitar before meeting beomgyu's eyes once again, which have stayed onto y/n's. they give a shy simper and their words escape from their mouth soon after.

“play me your favorite song.”

and so does beomgyu obediently follow. he strums a few random chords to get the mood straightened out, and once he does, a familiar melody plays out. the song is reminiscent of a fairy folklore, as if one is walking through a field full of daisies in the crisp air that is the spring time. y/n can't help but sway their head along to the song, closing their eyes to soak in beomgyu's beautiful thrumming. beomgyu keeps his attention down to his guitar, bobbing his head along to his own rhythm. before meeting y/n tonight, he was worried he'd be too intimidated to even get a note out. now that he's here, it's as if he's in his own room strumming the night away, just as he always did. that's how comfortable he is around this person.

it's not until the beat of the first verse finishes that y/n finally realizes what song this is. this soothing and brain scratching music can only belong to one artist. this just had to be glue song, because of course beomgyu is a beabadoobee fan, and of course it's their favorite song too. they don't know why they had a certain picture as to what kind of music beomgyu would like, it's not fair to him. that was their old impression of him, and this new one that they've developed thinks that this makes total sense for him. a sentimental guy who comes across as loud and fun, but actually prefers his quality time alone to recharge and step away from the crowd. honestly, it's attractive.

as beomgyu continues on with the song, y/n feels themselves hum along with the chords, which eventually turns into mumbling, then into full on singing. this brings beomgyu to look up from his acoustic to be faced with a vocalist, who still has their eyes closed. it doesn't catch him completely off guard to mess up the rhythm he had going, but now he can't take his eyes off them. suddenly, he knows what he's doing to not keep his stare on his own fingers.

y/n had a beautiful voice. sure, it wasn't american idol status, he can tell this isn't their speciality, but they were not bad at all. their voice is similar to the original singer's, airy, delicate, and soft. he wishes this moment can go on forever, but the song is already coming to an end. y/n would snap back to reality, but still, they just shared a moment. beomgyu played guitar and y/n sang along. forget any other cliche out there, this was enough.

the song fades out until beomgyu completely stops playing. y/n senses that it's finished, so they slowly open their eyes with a refreshing smile. this entire moment practically cleansed their soul. they glance over to beomgyu to see he's looking straight at them, and judging from how comfortable those pair of eyes were, he's been like this for a while. y/n's smile quickly fades as they wonder why he's looking at them this way. soon enough, they understand what just happened. this dummy just sang. how embarrassing.

y/n's stammers out a few nervous laughs as they figure out an excuse, and perhaps an apology, for what just occurred.

“you sing,” beomgyu concludes, his doe-eyed expression remains the same.

y/n responds with a titter and an effortless sway of their hand. their face denies it all, but their words can't. “it's just a hobby. it's not that serious.”

“why didn't you tell me you sing?” beomgyu unfreezes. his eyebrows curl up with sympathy and his tone expresses slight hurt. “that's like, the perfect combination!”

“all actors in theatre are expected to sing,” y/n casually downplays. “soobin and kai are pretty good too.”

“well, you have a great voice,” beomgyu's previously opened mouth is replaced with a grin, his way of being in the moment once again. “i didn't think you'd like the song.”

“i didn't think you'd know the song,” y/n jokes which earns a short peal of laughter from beomgyu. “but it is my favorite.”

“me too,” beomgyu stupidly points to his chest with a huge grin and a bright pair of eyes. his expression appears almost innocent.

the two share a laugh, genuinely enjoying each other's company. it feels different now, but it was definitely a good thing. beomgyu takes this moment to put away his guitar while y/n stares off ahead.

“i really didn't think we'd end up where we are now,” y/n reflects out of the blue.

beomgyu continues to look at their way, then down to their lap. he decides to hold their hand affirmingly, a downwards smile forms on his lips at the thought. “me neither.”

y/n feels the touch and glances at their intertwined hands, but they don't let go. the difference between this moment and their movie 'date' a couple weeks ago is they felt an instance of regret afterwards. there's none of that to be found right now. this felt right, and they can only return the smile genuinely.

“man, that night really embarrassed me,” y/n thinks back to the incident that started it all. “i'm surprised you didn't tell anyone.”

“why would i?” beomgyu questions with deep, serious eyes.

“because we kissed in your closet and i was apparently so bad at it that i bit your lip and you started bleeding,” y/n answers almost like it's obvious.

“…i was so desperate to have some fun after my dad died and turns out i was just a major idiot,” they continue on by adding a nudge to beomgyu's shoulder with the hand they're holding. “that's torture gold right there.”

beomgyu tightens his lips and soon after a slight smile forms. “i considered telling my friends, telling everyone at school, maybe even tweeting about it. but after you came up to me that day crying about how nobody could ever possibly know, i just couldn't. i vowed that i would never make you cry ever again.”

the sudden revelation has y/n's previously scrunched up features soften. in all honesty, they completely forgot they did that. they must have reeked of desperation in beomgyu's eyes. as if the boy could read their mind, he assures one more thing.

“and i kinda liked that we had something just between us,” he smirks with a tilt of his head, resulting in y/n rolling their eyes back.

beomgyu squeezes their intertwined hands with a firm grip, then locking their hands inside his jacket pocket for security and warmth. the gesture brings the two together and the enclosed space between them is suffocatingly filled with tension.

“besides, i only teased you all this time because you were my first kiss and i wanted to hold onto it,” beomgyu's words roll off his tongue a bit slower until his last were barely audible, as he's whispering. “and maybe i started to like you.”

“i started to like you too,” y/n admits faster than they intended. the shyness written on their face leads both of them to share a laugh, closing their eyes at the sweet moment.

there is now a stillness as the two longingly gaze at each other. the shade near their surroundings darkens beomgyu's eyes and the stars in the sky beam a light onto y/n's lips. beomgyu can't help but glance right at them, to which y/n notices and feels those butterflies flap their wings inside their stomach.

they knew what was coming.

“y/n, about your text,” beomgyu starts, but he doesn't finish. it's like he's waiting for y/n to answer it instead.

ah, yes. the accidental 'beomgyu are we gonna kiss' they sent due to their bunches of nerves. at that time they were feeling cowardly and didn't want to ask while on the date, out of fear that they would mess things up. these two have already shared so much, so now y/n felt a sudden wave of boldness strike within them. they wanted this to happen.

“kiss me.”

beomgyu hesitates after hearing this, but it doesn't stop him from moving his head inches closer to y/n's, and neither do they. y/n suggested that they take it slow over texts, was that about to change after this? say that they do kiss, what's to come right after? was the choi beomgyu about to land a partner that he's fallin for? it wouldn't be his first relationship, but it would certainly be the first that he actually cares about.

“are you sure?” is all he can ask, his words coming out breathlessly. y/n can feel a hint of minty air hit their face and the sensation is cool.

“absolutely positive,” y/n confirms with confidence. being in theatre for four years has allowed them to know what they want, and this was certainly it. having it be beomgyu of all people wasn't expected, but maybe they like that. there's already an element of surprise to their relationship. they have a feeling they won't regret this kiss, so it needs to happen now.

“i'll try not to bite you this time…accidentally,” y/n teases, wondering where they got this courage from all of a sudden. beomgyu can't deny that it wasn't attractive, as he can't hide the flush of a smile that just came over him.

with those words, the two lean in one last time to the point where the space between them is unavoidable. if they move any closer, their lips would be in contact. the close proximity of each of their breaths feels warm, something much needed due to how chilly it's gotten tonight. beomgyu sends one final reassurance in his eyes before he tilts his head to the left, cueing y/n to go the opposite direction, courtesy of having many on-stage kisses. the setup was right there. y/n can feel beomgyu tighten his fingers around theirs inside of his pocket and they go into this with ease. they're ready to finally have a good kiss with choi beomgyu.

until an unfamiliar female voice creeps up from behind the bench.

“beomgyu?!”

the two flinch in their spots as they immediately back away, returning to their original sitting positions. y/n doesn't even notice the person has made their way around the bench to stand in front of them. they feel startled, unprepared, as this is not what they were hoping it would result to. once they land back to reality, they're faced with this mysterious person.

isa?

“hey, i thought it was you!” isa exclaims while clasping her hands together. “i was just in the area when i saw you two and thought i would stop by and say hi.”

lee chaeyoung, commonly known as isa due to how many girls in their grade had the exact same name. she's cool enough to establish her own persona. the girl she was once partnered with in sophomore year, who was actually a decent student to work with (after y/n has worked with too many idiots in the past). the same girl that gave their number to beomgyu, perhaps she was to be thanked for starting this all. the best for last, the girl beomgyu has been in an on and off again relationship with. how wonderful.

isa wasn't necessarily mean, definitely not the kind of high school girl you see in media and film. she had a pretty smile that caused her eyes to crease up in an endearing manner. her lips were plump and nourished, everyone wanted to kiss her. her voice was soothing and sweet, both her talking and singing voice as she often took lead in the school's choir. even her fashion sense was always on point. tonight she's rocking a cream cropped cardigan sweater with a black miniskirt and pointed booties.

y/n started to feel insecure at her sight. clearly, she's gorgeous. how could beomgyu let her go? maybe beomgyu was even ashamed to be seen with a theatre geek like them right now. y/n still feels a grip around their fingers, so they know beomgyu is still holding their hand. okay, so maybe not ashamed. y/n shutters their eyelashes to join in on the conversation. they assume that they've missed some dialogue already.

“you know, i've been trying to talk to you,” isa points out slightly defeated, rocking her heals back and forth. her eye contact settles on beomgyu the entire time.

“yeah sorry,” an uncomfortable beomgyu lets out an apologetic chuckle, perhaps even some awkwardness was present. “i've been a little busy with the production and stuff.”

“even before the production?” her pitch is raised higher and isa squints her eyes in doubt. a smirk accompanies along with deciding to put her own hands in her pockets.

great, she still liked him.

beomgyu doesn't respond which leads to a beat of unbearable silence. y/n can tell he doesn't want to sit through this, they can feel his body tense up and the avoidance of meeting isa's eyes. even they can't come up with an excuse to be left alone, and they certainly hope isa wasn't there for their almost kiss two minutes ago.

as if she was able to read their minds, she speaks once more.

“well then, i'll leave you both to it,” isa smacks her lips together with a tight smile. she gestures with a free hand, pointing to each of them, “i assume this is about the production.”

boy was she wrong. still, beomgyu and y/n return a curt nod and isa begins to walk away, saying her goodbyes. she stops in her path to glance at y/n, the first time they haven't felt ignored throughout this interaction.

“oh, and it was nice seeing you again, y/n.”

just like that, the girl is out from view and the two are left in silence. y/n suddenly feels chillier and looks down to see beomgyu has stopped holding their hand. they don't know how long it's been that way.

“the moment was ruined, wasn't it?” y/n is almost afraid to ask, but the dread in their voice knows the answer already.

“yeah,” beomgyu blankly stares ahead until he looks to y/n with a forced smile.

they remain this way for a while, just gazing at each other for no reason. no intent to continue what they started. instead, they unanimously get up from the bench, feeling some resurgence in their legs after sitting there for so long. beomgyu picks up his guitar as y/n picks up any loose trash they might have left.

they walk side by side all the way to the parking lot, where beomgyu walks y/n to their car first. they each share comments about how much fun they had tonight, besides the last interruption. beomgyu leaves y/n to it, watching them buckle up inside their car, and eventually, watching them drive away.

…

with many thoughts rushing inside their mind, and slight dissatisfaction, y/n walks up to their front door. amongst all things to ponder about, they were most concerned with what they were going to tell their friends. granted, they did emphasize that they might kiss beomgyu, surely they were all anticipating a story time. how were they going to break the news that they never did? the reason being that his ex showed up of all people. y/n was still iffy about that incident, they felt like isa had hidden plans. as much as they hate to doubt her, they can't forget about what eliana once said about isa. sometimes the girl's infatuation with beomgyu influences her actions.

another forbidden thought was just how they were ever going to open up about what really happened between them and beomgyu those years ago. y/n has never told anyone what happened that night, and neither has beomgyu. would they be breaking some kind of bond of trust if they confessed to their friends? soobin has already been onto y/n for a few days, they don't know how much longer they could keep this secret.

most of all, how was y/n supposed to tell their friends that they like beomgyu?

almost dreading what's waiting for them on their phone, y/n places a hand on the doorknob as they search for their keys, ready to jiggle the lock and rest for the night. they are nearly successful — until they hear a car pull up on their driveway. did it just park?

y/n whips their head back, wondering if they should pull out their pepper spray. they've seen too many horror movies to not have this scenario cross their mind. there was no need for that because sure enough, it was beomgyu himself.

the boy makes his way up the steps until he is face to face with y/n. they try to read his expression, but they are too flabbergasted to even think straight. did he never go home? did he follow them to their house? this was either going to end well or go terribly wrong.

“beom-”

“you forgot this,” beomgyu pulls out a threaded object from his pocket. “you must've dropped it when we left.”

y/n's eyes trail onto his movement as he sticks his palm out, and they focus on the item in question. a bracelet that kai made for them in arts class a couple semesters ago. their favorite colors mixed together with the beads reading 'y/n >3<'. they've never taken it off and they feel fond of the memory being that soobin was pouty that he never received one. they almost consider giving it to him since the strings have gone loose. clearly to the point where it came off them.

“you couldn't give it to me tomorrow?” y/n can't help but ask the first question they can think of. it is valid though, why would he want to drive half an hour only to give back a bracelet?

beomgyu stares at the amusement on y/n's face as his eyes follow down to their lips once again, this time unbeknownst to y/n. it's not until he comes straight forward, practically trapping y/n against the door. one arm is on the doorframe while the other softly places onto y/n's chin, his thumb helping the eye contact. the scene compares to the very first day of theatre class backstage. only this time, y/n isn't repulsed by his boldness. in fact, they feel their legs give out at any moment.

“well, i was hoping we could finish what we started,” beomgyu admits in a low voice. the hand on y/n's chin moves down to stroke their arm until his fingertips reach for y/n's to hold.

y/n knows where this is going and the fact that this moment cannot be interrupted makes them crave for it even more.

“for the show,” y/n stammers out under their breath, referring to the practice they needed for their soon to be on stage kiss.

“for the show,” beomgyu repeats as he leans in a couple inches. he can almost feel y/n's eyelashes fluttering against his. “cherry?”

y/n gulps down some needed air after hearing the safe word and nods slowly, then moving down to beomgyu's lips. here it goes.

“cherry.”

as soon as those words escape, beomgyu doesn't hesitate to make the first move. he's wanted a second chance at this for so long and it couldn't be more perfect. his lips brush against y/n's before they clash with confidence, finding a rhythm in their movement the longer the kiss went on. beomgyu's hand on the door wriggles down to find y/n's waist for more security, and that's the signal that things were about to move forward.

y/n takes the chance to bring their previously useless hands onto beomgyu's hair, using their fingers to tug some strands with each kiss. once they begin doing so, it leads beomgyu's tongue to ask for an entrance, to which y/n graciously accepts. throughout this entire makeout session, it dawns on them how they managed to mess this up the first time. were they that big of a dork that they couldn't land a simple kiss right? did beomgyu still think of them as lame because of that?

surely not, the boy can't help but sigh deeply with each contact and the deeper y/n digs through his scalp. not to mention, they taste just right. it's like their mouths were made for each other, it was going much more smoothly. beomgyu continues to hold his hands firm on y/n's hips, perhaps even stronger. y/n hums at the touch and the vibrations it sends through beomgyu's mouth leads him to smile in between the kiss, and y/n can't help but return the favor. it's at this moment they both realize the same things.

they were literally making out right now.

this was certainly not just for the show.

and this definitely ended well.

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→ genre: smut, college au, crack → pairing: Seungcheol (S.Coups) x Afab!Fem!Reader → synopsis: you have never been a person who turns down a challenge, but when your best friend challenges you to hook up with 13 boys in one semester you kind of wish you were.

→ warnings: Daddy Kink!!, Dom!Cheol, semi-public sex, blowjobs, fingering, unprotected sex (she just doesn't know when to stop), usage of the word "princess" and "baby" during intercourse, dirty talk, loud moaner coups

→ word count: 8.9k

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A/N: Hi everyone! I am finally back!! And I am bringing you the 8th chapter with our leader-nim, Coups! Thank you all for your patience, and for the attention this series has gotten in the past few days! I really, really appreciate it <3. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Also, I made a google form for the taglist, in case anyone wants to get added!

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This wasn’t good. This was a nightmare. Wonwoo was standing right in front of you, his hair damp probably from a shower he hadn’t taken that long ago, his eyes showing clear signs of hurt, of confusion, specs on his nose as always.

“Is- is this a bad time?” He somehow pressed out and you watched how his gaze wandered to the figure behind you. Soonyoung was still standing in the hallway, arms up above his head – the only thing on his body his boxers.

“Why didn’t you text me?” You quickly asked, getting Wonwoo’s attention back on you. Something told you to just close the door and talk with him outside, but your feet were glued to the floor. Wonwoo looked so hurt, so vulnerable and you wanted to punch yourself in the face. Why did he have to show up now? Why did he have to show up and see this?

“I don’t know I-,” he broke off, clearing his throat, “I guess I should have.” The way his eyes sparkled now, not in the way you were used to, the curious, the sweet way, your heart broke a little. Instead of saying anything else, he turned around and walked away heading straight to the elevator. You cursed under your breath, hand pulling through your hair and before you knew it you were already going after him.

Your hand found his wrist and you stopped him from getting into the elevator, your heart beating in your ears.

“Wait, Wonwoo, I can- I don’t-,”

“No, you don’t have to explain yourself,” Wonwoo interrupted you as he turned around. And even though his words were true, you felt like neither of you actually believed them. Pressing your lips together, you watched how every wheel turned behind his head trying to figure out what to say, what to do.

“Just… just tell me one thing,” he finally breathed out, his eyes catching yours, “did you feel it too? The connection between us?” Shit. He was scanning your face, desperately looking for a sign that you did feel it, that he wasn’t imagining things. And you? You were dumbfounded and unsure. Because what exactly was the right thing to say? If you told him the truth you would have to tell him that you did in fact, feel it too but that it didn’t matter because you weren’t interested in something serious. If you lied and told him no, you would break his heart even more than you already had.

“Does it matter?” You then somehow stumbled out and Wonwoo’s face fell even more. Of course it mattered. How could you even ask such a question? How could you just stand here in front of him and not acknowledge what was going on between you?

“It matters to me,” he replied now, eyes cold as they stared into yours. You pressed your lips together, brain working at ten million miles an hour.

“I- yes. Yes, Wonwoo, I did feel it too. But I- I’m not in a place where I want to commit to anything, I don’t… I don’t want that and I’m sorry.”

There you said it. The hard truth that now made Wonwoo’s shoulders sink, and his jaw tighten. Immediately, you felt like shit. Like trash. Utter garbage. Before he could say anything, you brought your other hand to his arm, looking at him with your eyes widened.

“You deserve better than me, Wonwoo. You deserve someone who is able to be what you need and want. Right now, I can’t be that person. I’m not ready to commit and-,”

“And so you sleep with every single guy you see? You think I don’t know about Mingyu? Jun? Minghao? God, you even fucked Joshua. And that library part-timer? Something tells me you went back and fucked him, too.”

Ouch. You let go off his arm and wrist, your cheeks red from rage and shame, shame you shouldn’t even be feeling because who was Wonwoo to say that? Did he really just slut-shame you? Say all this to your face as if he had any right to judge you? You were shaking, your hands in fists now.

“Yes, Wonwoo. Exactly that.” Your eyes were shooting daggers at him as you said those words. Then, without anything else, you turned around and walked back to your apartment. And as he watched you, Wonwoo already knew that his anger and hurt were no excuse for the way he had just talked to you.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling a hand over his face, before turning to face the elevator again, leaning his forehead against the cold metal. He had really fucked up.

Soonyoung sat there in silence. His fingers were folded, his eyes narrowed as he looked at you.

“So,” he began then, tilting his head only slightly, “let me get this straight. You and Jiwoo made a bet at the beginning of the semester and-,”

“It’s more like a challenge, not a bet.”

“A challenge at the beginning of the semester and this Wonwoo guy kind of fell for you and you kind of feel the same way, but you are so determined to win that instead of being with him you continue sleeping with random guys, including me?”

You cleared your throat.

“Well, it’s not like I want to be with him. I just, well, he is cute. And nice. And he does make me laugh and yeah, maybe I did feel something for him, but that doesn’t change the fact that I don’t want a relationship, sure maybe this challenge is a bit over the top, but common. It’s not like I am forcing anyone to have sex with me.”

You looked at Soonyoung and he looked at you. He was blinking slowly, before leaning back and crossing his legs. To be honest, you didn’t even know why you had decided to tell him, but it felt good to talk to someone about it who wasn’t Jiwoo. When you had come back inside, he had asked you what had happened and with your anger still so present you began to tell him everything. How you and Jiwoo had come up with the bet- uh, the challenge, and how you had slept with Joshua first and how somehow your second target was already about to change your life and make everything complicated and how you slept with him again and then sucked him off and- yeah, just all of it. And now, Wonwoo had said these horrible things to you and while you wanted to be mad and angry (you were mad and angry) you also kind of understood where he was coming from.

“He shouldn’t have held it against you. You sleeping with different guys, that’s a no go. Sure, he can be hurt that you don’t want to be with him despite the obvious feelings you have for each other, but that does not give him the right to straight up slut-shame you,” Soonyoung pulled a hand through his hair and shook his head, making you smile just a little.

“Thank you for saying that. And sorry that I, uh, made you part of this challenge.”

“Are you joking?” Soonyoung laughed and looked over at you again, “this was by far the best sex I’ve ever had, don’t you ever apologize for it, Y/N.”

Now, your small smile grew bigger.

“Well, I’m happy to hear that,” you said, pulling your legs up onto the armchair. He was sitting on the sofa across from you, exactly that sofa he had fucked you on just the night before and you bit your lip thinking about it. Soonyoung probably thought the same thing, his lips turning into a grin as he leaned forward, forearms on his thighs.

“You wanna go again?” He smirked and you let your tongue slowly lick over your bottom lip as you thought about it. Perhaps this was the right thing to get your mind off of Wonwoo. But then your eyes wandered to your phone that vibrated just then, showing you the time.

“Fuck,” you groaned, “I can’t. Really would love to, but I can’t. I promised Jiwoo to help her set things up for her brother’s welcome back party.”

Soonyoung was obviously disappointed, but nodded, leaning back again.

“Jeez, how long has he been in Singapore now? A couple of years at least, right?”

You nodded as you stood up, thinking about whether you wanted to take a shower… and decided for it. After last night you had only quickly gone to pee and clean yourself up just as much as you had energy for, so a shower sounded about right at this point.

“He was over there for six years, I haven't seen him in ages. I’ll go take a shower… care to join me?” The idea popped into your head and Soonyoung stood up quicker than a child when it heard it was going to Disneyland.

“You can bet your sweet ass I care,” his grin was wide, and you laughed as you took his hand, leading him to the bathroom.

A couple hours later, the family brunch/welcome back party preparations were almost done, Jiwoo setting up the last big vase of flowers as you stood next to her, hands on your hips. You knew Jiwoo’s family was well off and that sending their oldest son to Singapore for university just showed for that, but it somehow never really reached your brain how well off she was. You were in a very fancy restaurant which you knew you couldn’t afford on your best day, and it was rented out just for the party. Jiwoo loved her brother, and you knew she would have probably rented the whole of Everland for him if she could – but this would do too. Seungcheol was a few years older than you which led to you only having seen him a handful of times during your friendship with Jiwoo. From what you remembered, you had thought he was cute, but nothing more nothing less, no conversation between the two of you had ever happened and you were only here now to help Jiwoo. You were pretty sure he wouldn’t care about whether you were attending his little party or not, but Jiwoo insisted. If their parents could invite all their friends, why wasn’t she allowed to bring her own? Jiwoo’s parents didn’t necessarily dislike you, but they also never treated you like family or anything of the sort. You were just… Jiwoo’s slightly (very much) poorer best friend from High School.

Now, you watched how Jiwoo happily looked at the bouquet of pretty blue and yellow flowers, the guests slowly arriving.

“You know, sometimes I forget how rich you are,” you said, a grin spreading on your lips and Jiwoo rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms.

“That’s because I don’t like using my parent’s money,” she explained, and you clicked your tongue.

“Could never be me,” you sighed, making her shove you slightly with her elbow. You laughed and looked over to the door, where your stomach did a front flip. Oh. Oh!

“Jiwoo!” you breathed out, your eyes widening as you saw who had just walked in. Way earlier than he should have. Way hotter… than he should have. Jiwoo yelped in surprise, starting to run towards her brother.

“Seungcheol oppa!” She cried out, her arms flying around his neck as he caught her, his eyes wide in surprise.

“Jiwoo-yah, what- what is all this?”

Now, what followed was Jiwoo being somewhat mad Seungcheol had already arrived when he wasn’t supposed to be here for another 30 minutes, him laughing and hugging her tightly again before walking to his parents who seemed delighted to see him and you watching him the whole time. Like a hawk. From the pictures you had seen from him, you would have never guessed that he was this… broad. He had an incredibly handsome face structure, almost as if it was carved by the Greek gods themselves, his hair long and falling into his face in soft brown waves, big round eyes, a well fitted suit on his muscular body. Shit. You couldn’t possibly do what you were thinking of doing right now. But ever since this challenge had started, you couldn’t stop yourself from looking at attractive men a certain way. You pressed your lips together and finally averted your gaze, trying to let the heat inside you die down.

He's Jiwoo’s brother, she would never ever in a million years be cool with you fucking her brother, she would probably kill you, he is that precious to her and- oh my god, they are coming my way, shit!

Jiwoo was leading Seungcheol to you, his eyes meeting yours and you felt your whole body stiffen. Why were you like this?

“Oppa, you remember Y/N, right?” Jiwoo beamed at him, and you quickly shook off your thoughts and instead smiled at him.

“Ah yes, nice to see you again, Y/N,” Seungcheol smiled back at you, and you nodded trying your very best not to seem phased.

“You too, Seungcheol oppa.”

The brunch was a torture. The food was good, the company was boring, Jiwoo was mainly with Seungcheol, and you were left alone at your table, eating said good food and drinking a few more mimosas than you probably should have – but the champagne they used was so delicious and you were pretty sure you would never get to taste that sweet, sweet taste of liquid money again. Thankfully you didn’t get drunk that easily with your stomach that filled, but in the end all that wasn’t the reason for all of this being torture. No, it was all Seungcheol. The way he carried himself, the confidence, the nature of his speech, the perfect pitch of his voice like honey in your ears, the watch around his wrist sparkling in the sun shining through the tall windows, his hands looking so big around the glass of champagne, making you wonder what they would look around your-

“Penny for your thoughts?” Jiwoo suddenly sat back down next to you, her eyes thankfully on her phone instead of on her brother – who you were still staring at.

“I- uh, nothing, just, you know, enjoying the extremely delicious mimosas they’re serving here.” Oh, how much you hoped she wouldn’t ask anything else.

“You’re right they are so good. By the way, how did last night with Soonyoung go?” You breathed out, relieved she hadn’t caught on. You leaned back in your chair, arms crossed in front of your chest as you let one hand rotate your glass, wetting your lips.

“Very good. Like, very good. Must’ve been in the top 5 of the best sex I’ve ever had, hands down.” Jiwoo let out an approving whistle, putting her phone down and looking at you with a grin.

“Love to hear that. I’ll text him tonight and ask him if he’s free sometime this week,” she wiggled her eyebrows, making you laugh. Shaking your head, you grinned and let your eyes roam the room again – only to find Seungcheol looking right at you. First, you thought he was looking at Jiwoo, but the goosebumps on your whole body told you to rethink that again. You almost choked on your spit, your heart speed rapidly increasing as you wondered what the hell you were supposed to do. You felt as if your body was suddenly on fire, and you wondered if he knew what an effect he had on you. And as if he could read your mind, one corner of his mouth twitched, an incredibly sexy half smirk on his perfect plump lips now that made everything inside you scream at you to get up and drag him to an empty bathroom. You didn’t though. You didn’t get up, you didn’t drag him anywhere. Instead, you cleared your throat and looked back at Jiwoo, trying your very best to act like nothing was going on.

You decided to leave the brunch around two hours later, happy to notice Seungcheol not being anywhere near you, so you didn’t have to say goodbye to him. Instead, you told Jiwoo to send him your regards and another warm welcome back and headed out. Or at least that was your plan.

Somehow your timing was just as horrible as it had always been – making you reach the lobby at the same time as Seungcheol walked back inside. He was in the process of putting his phone back into the inside of his suit jacket when you saw him, your own jacket still draped over your arm as you had left in quite the hurry. Mainly to avoid him. And now, here he was. Your eyes widened when his gaze met yours and a phantom lump formed in your throat. Shit. You hated the fact that you stopped in your tracks and watched him walk over to you in a confident strut, his posture perfect, that half-smirk back on his lips.

“Y/N, you’re leaving already?” he asked when he came to a halt in front of you and you nodded, clearing your throat.

“Y-yes, I have some reading to do at the library, but it was nice to see you again after so many years, oppa.”

Seungcheol wetted his lips, his brown eyes scanning your face, stopping at your lips.

“You, too, Y/N,” something in the way his gaze was still on your face with that expression had you weak in the knees. And also sure that he wasn’t finished with his sentence yet.

“I just got back here and neither my parents nor Jiwoo are free for dinner tonight. I have a table at the city’s most prestigious restaurant and would hate for it to go to waste. Would you care to join me later?”

Boom. You weren’t sure which part of you exploded, but you were pretty sure it was the one between your legs. Oh, to have him say this sentence again in that dark voice of his with the slight tilt of his head and the knowing smirk.

“I- uh, I don’t know if Jiwoo would… approve of that.”

“Jiwoo doesn’t have to know.”

He got you there. You swallowed again. It was clear that you should listen to your head that screamed at you to say no, to say you were busy tonight. This wouldn’t even count toward the challenge because I could never ever tell her! I shouldn’t. She’s my best friend, I can’t just go and have sex with her brother!

“Oppa, I-,”

“I’m not someone who gives up easily, Y/N. Just to let you know. If I want something, I get it. And right now,” he had interrupted you and was now leaning forward, his lips so close to your ear his breath hit your skin and made goosebumps erupt all over your body, “right now, I want you. And I saw the way you looked at me, Y/N. I could basically see how you were taking this suit off, on your knees ready to do whatever I want you to do. So, the offer stands. Dinner tonight, you, and me. No one has to know.”

His hand was on your waist at this point, had wandered there sometime during his little speech that took away every single ounce of self-control and -respect you still had left. His voice crept into your ear and filled your whole body, sunk down to your core and made you press your thighs together, your lips slightly parted as a sound escaped them close to a whimper. Seungcheol grinned, knowing full well he had won.

“I’ll have a driver pick you up at seven, Y/N,” was the last thing he whispered into your ear before parting from you and going back to his welcome brunch.

This was a catastrophe. Dinner would be in not less than 5 and a half hours, and you had nothing to wear! Not to mention you couldn’t ask Jiwoo for help because… she wasn’t supposed to know.

“I’m screwed,” you sighed as you flopped down onto your bed, face down and pressed into your pillow. This was a horrible idea. Going out with your best friend’s brother and not telling her about it. You deserved to be this crushed, not knowing what to wear, not knowing what to do! You should have never said yes, but-

But, what? But he was too hot to say no? He was too charming, too convincing? All of these, actually. You groaned into your pillow, hands in fists as they punched your mattress. It was about to be 2pm and you had already given up on getting any reading done today. Instead, you had gone home and sorted through every clothing item you owned, sure you were about to have a mental breakdown. And, again, you deserved it. A part of you wanted to call Jiwoo and tell her the truth, maybe have her help you pick an outfit, but you quickly decided against it.

Just then, when you were sure your brain was about to shut off, your phone vibrated next to you. Sighing, you lifted your head and grabbed it, looking at who had texted you.

[Unknown]: I got you something. Wear it for me tonight, princess.

Your mouth dropped. And then the doorbell rang.

It laid on your bed, the big and fancy looking box with the words PRADA written on it. The delivery man had made you sign for delivery and had gone his merry way, leaving you alone with this box and a throbbing head. This was crazy. Seungcheol had sent you something. What kind of sugar daddy alternative universe had you gotten yourself into? And where the hell did he get your address from? You’d been staring at the box for a good seven minutes, when your phone rang again. Slowly, you looked over at your bedside table where you saw the name “Soonyoung” pop up and sighed in somewhat relief.

“Hi Soonyoung, what’s up?”

“Hey! Did I forget my wallet at your place?”

“Oh, I don’t know, let me check.”

You walked into the living space, happy to have something to do instead of looking at Seungcheol’s gift and let your eyes roam the room.

“Uhm, it’s not in the living room, where-,”

“Pretty sure I took my pants off in the hallway, might have dropped it there somewhere,” Soonyoung said, and you nodded, memories of last night suddenly flooding your brain. Gosh, you really only had slept with someone the night before and now you had plans on doing it with yet another person today (The shower had only consisted of you sucking Soonyoung off and him fingering you against the wall, so… no penetrative sex, at last). One could say you had a run.

In the hallway, you finally found it, lying next to the dresser.

“Got it!” you told him, picking it up.

“Awesome, can I swing by and pick it up?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” you thought for a second, “you can actually help me with something, too.”

Soonyoung arrived 20 minutes later, reunited with his wallet, and now standing next to you in front of the box on your bed. He clicked his tongue.

“So, you’re telling me that you just had sex with me yesterday and today you’re about to fuck Jiwoo’s brother?”

“Don’t say it like that. Makes me sound like a slut.”

“Are you… slut shaming yourself right now?”

Pause.

“Well. I’m not not slut shaming myself.”

Soonyoung snorted and shook his head, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he turned to face you.

“Y/N. Open the box, or I will.”

Sighing, you pulled a hand through your hair and took a step forward. Your teeth were chewing on your bottom lip, your hands shaking as you finally brought them to the box. You opened it while holding your breath, your eyes almost falling out of your skull when you saw the two main attractions.

A silk dress in a lovely dark green color that seemed too perfect to be true and a pair of shoes in your size (how did he know your size? You really didn’t even want to ask), pretty black stilettos that had straps to go around your calf. He was crazy. This was way too much.

“Holy shit,” Soonyoung said now, eyes wide, “try it on!”

You looked over at him, unsure.

“You really think I should? What if-,”

“Don’t be negative right now, Y/N. Just try it on!” Soonyoung took the shoes out of the box and rotated them, whistling in awe. Defeated, you reached for the dress, feeling like a literal princess when you felt the perfect silk underneath your fingertips. This was insane, absolute madness.

It was horrible how good it fit you. Almost as if it had been made for you. The dress flowed down to your ankles, a slit on the side showing off the beautiful shoes that now adorned your feet and even a bit of your calf. Soonyoung’s jaw dropped when he saw you, standing up from your bed.

“Holy shit, the dude has a good eye when it comes to fashion,” he mumbled, and you gnawed on your bottom lip as you walked over to the body length mirror hanging on the wall. He was right – Seungcheol had somehow picked out the perfect dress for you.

When Soonyoung left, you had taken the dress off again, his opinion on what make-up to wear and how to style your hair in the back of your head as you tried to get a little bit of work done until you had to get ready. Somehow you ended up revising your notes from one of your last lectures and found yourself ready just in time for the doorbell to ring. With a last deep breath and a long look in the mirror, you made your way downstairs, purse pressed to your chest as you walked out. And really, there was a driver waiting for you next to a pretty black Mercedes. He smiled when he spotted you and opened the door.

“Mr. Choi is already expecting you, Miss.” You nodded and thanked him as you got onto the backseat, looking around the pretty vehicle. This must have been the most luxurious car you had ever sat in. Black leather, the smell of new, lights sparkling on the ceiling. You felt like the main character of a bad chick-flick. The driver got onto his seat and started the engine, driving away from your apartment and making this whole thing more real than you could handle right now. You took another deep breath and got out your phone from your purse, seeing that Soonyoung had sent you a message.

[Soonyoung]: You can do this!! I believe in you!!

You smiled, quickly texting him back before leaning against the comfortable seat. You had to at least try to relax. Seungcheol was just a man after all. He might have been rich and powerful and your best friend’s brother, but he was just a man. You could tell Jiwoo you had hooked up with some wealthy dude at a party tonight, why would she not “allow” him to count then? She wasn’t responsible for choosing your boys anymore. This was your own decision now.

It took around 30 minutes until you arrived. Your jaw dropped when the driver helped you out of the car in front of the huge building you had seen from afar countless times. But never had you been this close. This wasn’t just the most prestigious restaurant in the city. This was also one of the most prestigious hotels. It had 65 floors, a luxurious rooftop pool as well as an indoor pool, a spa, countless beautiful rooms, basically anything you could ever think of. Never had you ever dared to think you would step foot into it. And now you were here with Jiwoo’s brother? How rich was she exactly and how had she never told you? Shaking the thought off, you thanked the driver and started making your way to the front door. A man in a suit opened it for you, bowing his head as you smiled at him and did the same.

The lobby was incredible. High ceilings with modern chandeliers hanging off of them, marble floors to your right that lead to the reception that stretched out over the whole wall, seven people currently working. You couldn’t stop staring at the art behind them, the paintings filled with so much color and life, prominent reds and blues, oranges and yellows. There were stairs going up to the first floor, one on each side of the room, leaving space between them for a long hallway that led to the elevators. And in that space, looking perfect in his dark blue suit, stood Seungcheol. He was on the phone again, one hand buried in the pocket of his tight dress pants, and you couldn’t stop but stare at his backside when he turned, your mouth going dry. God, he had really been built by every Greek God in existence.

Slowly, you walked over to him, hands holding your purse in front of you. Your eyes were focused on only him, suddenly the urge to show yourself as the confident girl you normally were taking over. When he finally turned around, his eyes found you immediately. Found the way your hair was sitting in that pretty high ponytail, how your neckline was visible and how much he wanted to already touch you and claim that neck as his. The way the dress fit you like a glove, the color so perfect on your skin, making it seem like you were glowing. And you were. The brightest light in the room came from you. He was quick to hang up the phone and walk over to you, his left hand soon on your lower back.

“You’re here,” he breathed, gaze scanning you again, making you feel naked in the best way possible. A blush crept onto your cheeks and the urge to be confident had vanished into thin air, now that he was so close, now that he was touching you.

“Of course,” you shyly smiled back, looking up into his eyes. Seungcheol wetted his lips, before parting them.

“You look incredible,” he then said, pushing you a little closer to him, his other hand now letting his thumb stroke your cheek. Every single inch of your skin suddenly started tingling. Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you smiled again.

“Thank you. I love the dress. You- You didn’t have to, oppa.”

“I wanted to,” he immediately said, letting his hand rest on your cheek now.

“When I saw it, I knew it would be perfect for you. Maybe I chose the wrong career.” It took you a while to understand that he had just made a joke. Only when he smiled and you saw his dimple popping on his cheek, you felt yourself laugh, letting one hand now rest on his chest.

“Perhaps,” you chuckled.

“Well, we should go inside. Our table is ready,” he took your hand now, intertwining your fingers and leading you to the elevator at the back of the lobby. Nodding, you let him lead you there, watching how he pressed the button up, gnawing on your bottom lip. He let one hand sink back into his pocket, while the other wandered from your hand around your waist. The spot where his hand touched you felt hot, your body feeling like jelly as you waited for the elevator to arrive.

It became clear then, once you stepped inside, that the tension between you two was nowhere as thick as you had thought. It was even thicker. The door closed, the two of you the only ones inside, his grip around your waist suddenly stronger. You could taste it, feel it, smell it, the way he wanted you, the way you wanted him, and it drove you absolutely insane. You didn’t dare to look at him, mainly because you were scared you would throw yourself at him the minute he looked your way, but when you heard him breath out and found yourself pressed against the mirrored wall, it wasn’t like you had any choice.

His hands were both on your hips, his crotch pressed against you, the feeling of his bulge ever so prominent and your eyes widened. How could he be hard when you were just standing there?

“Do you have any idea what you do to me, Y/N?” he whispered, fingers digging into your skin.

“I-,” you began, but he shook his head.

“No, you don’t. Fuck, I shouldn’t have gotten you this dress because all I can think about right now is wanting to turn you around, shove that dress up your pretty ass and fuck you right into this mirror.”

Oh lord. Your core began throbbing, your eyes widened even more, your mouth parting as you stared up at him and his wild eyes that really mirrored his exact words. It was as if the scene of him pounding into you from behind right here was playing inside them.

“Oppa…,” you whimpered then and Seungcheol let out something like a low growl, before he finally leaned in, about to finally kiss you – when the doors of the elevator opened with a ping and a robotic female voice told you that you had reached the 64th floor. He parted from you visibly unhappy and grabbed your hand, leading you outside and into the restaurant.

Your table was behind a beautiful dark wood door inside a room the size of your whole apartment. The windows gave you a breath-taking view of the city, all the lights seemingly the most incredible thing you had ever seen. The table was in the middle of the room, next to it stood another small table with a bottle of champagne inside a cooler and a waiter stood there, smiling down at the two of you.

“I’ll take the steak, medium rare. Please bring us a bottle of your best red wine,” Seungcheol said, looking at the menu. You did the same, noticing that there was no price listed next to the dishes. Well, you thought, perhaps the people coming here don’t need to care about the prices. Biting your lip, you looked up and smiled at the waiter.

“I’ll have the salmon. Thank you,” you handed him the menu and the waiter nodded. Then, he placed the menus on the table next to the champagne, about to open the bottle, when Seungcheol stopped him.

“Thank you, I’ll take it from here,” he said, standing up and the waiter nodded, grabbing the menus again to walk out the door. Now, you watched how he walked over to the bottle and took it out of the cooler.

“Tell me something about yourself,” he then said as he began to open it. Your eyes looked from his hands to his face.

“Uh, okay. Well, I am an only child. My parents got divorced when I was still pretty young, but they get along, so holidays aren’t that awkward. I grew up in a small town and came to Seoul in middle school, when my mum moved out here for work. I love cats and always wanted to get one, but sadly I’m allergic so… no cats for me,” somehow the words just flowed out of you, Seungcheol smiling as he listened, the champagne bottle now popping open. He poured you a glass and then himself, handing it to you first before sitting back down.

“And what exactly do you study?” he asked once he was seated again, elbows propped on the table and hands intertwined.

“I study International relations and German Studies,” you explained, having him nod.

“Impressive. What made you choose German?” He tilted his head slightly. You don’t know how he did it, how he went from wanting to fuck you in the elevator to having small talk over champagne, but you tried your best to match his energy.

“Well, I stumbled over some German poetry a few years ago. It was translated into Korean, and I realized that the two languages have some things in common. Some phrases in German don’t make sense in other languages. They have sayings like Korean does, they can express feelings in many different ways and if you tried to say those exact words in another language… it would be hard to.”

“But isn’t every language like that?” Seungcheol asked now, catching you off guard. He seemed like he was genuinely interested. Clearing your throat, you nodded.

“Probably, yes. I’m sure that every language has phrases that only exist in that particular language. I guess it was just that poetry book I found that got me hooked on German. Maybe it could have been anything else and I would have still taken it upon myself to learn the language, but I guess we’ll never know.”

Seungcheol smiled, his eyes watching you carefully. His gaze had made you nervous up until this point – but now it just seemed like he truly wanted to get to know you.

“I understand. And how would you say is your German now?”

“Pretty good, I’d say. It’s super hard to learn, but judging by the fact I was so fascinated by it, it doesn’t really come as a surprise I caught on quickly.”

“Say something.”

“What?”

“In German. Say something to me. I won’t understand you, so say whatever,” his eyes were boring into yours and you cleared your throat, leaning forward a bit.

“Es gibt nichts was ich mir gerade mehr wünsche, als von dir gegen das Fenster neben uns gefickt zu werden,” you said, an innocent smile on your lips. Seungcheol nodded slowly, his gaze on you.

“Impressive. What did you say?”

“Oh, a lady never tells her secrets.”

He laughed, shaking his head. Then, he leaned back in his chair.

“So, you’re a quick learner then?”

“When I’m really interested, yes.”

He nodded, the smile on his lips turning into a smirk that made your heart do a flip.

“Valuable information,” he said, grabbing his glass now. He raised it and you followed his motion, looking into his eyes as if he had hypnotized you.

“To us, Y/N. And a night we won’t forget.”

The dinner went by smoothly. The food was excellent, the wine was delicious, and the company was more than wonderful. He wasn’t just pretty to look at, but he also knew how to hold a conversation. He asked the right questions, made fitting comments, flirted just enough to have your cheeks burn and your stomach flip over. He was the perfect date.

But once the table had been cleared of dishes and the door had closed behind the waiter once more, the perfect date façade was switched out for something else.

Seungcheol got up from his chair and walked over to you, hand stretched out when he reached you. Without hesitation you took it and let him lead you to the window.

“It’s enchanting, isn’t it?” he asked, and you nodded as you looked out and into the lights of the city.

“It’s beautiful,” you agreed and dared to look over at him. He was indeed looking out the window, his side profile a whole different kind of beautiful view.

“I got to know more about you, Y/N,” he began then, eyes still locked on the window, “I am sure there is plenty more to find out. But for now, I think we’ve talked enough, don’t you agree?” it took a few seconds before the words fully reached your brain, but it was already too late then. He had already grabbed your waist and slammed you against the window, his hands soon enough finding your ass, pressing you against him like he had earlier. You squealed, eyes wide and mouth open in shock, but your body was reacting just the way he wanted you to.

“I told the manager not to let anyone in after dessert,” he said in his low voice, and you felt your knees grow weak.

“H-here?” You whispered back and he smirked, grabbing your ass a little harsher.

“Has anyone ever fucked you 320 meters above the ground, princess?” his mouth was right by your ear, and his one hand moved up, to your stomach and then further, thumb pressing down on your nipple.

“N-no,” you somehow moaned out and he chuckled against your ear kissing the spot underneath it.

“Then perhaps I should give in to your earlier wish, baby,” his hand now grabbed your whole breast, squeezing it hard, thumb back on your stiff nipple and you found yourself losing the ability to speak. He- he had understood your German? Fuck, how did you not realise? He kissed your neck, slowly and sensually, his tongue licking your prickling skin. How were you supposed to answer him? Or say anything ever again for that matter?

“W-wait, y-you understood m-me?,” oh, your whole head was red. Seungcheol parted from your neck then, instead looking back down into your eyes. The hand on your breast moved up and to your cheek, thumb shoved into your mouth soon after.

“Suck,” he commanded, ignoring your question and you did, sucking his thumb even deeper into your mouth, tongue pressed against it as he watched you with sparkling eyes.

“Good girl,” he murmured then before shoving your dress up with his free hand, finding your thong and ripping it off of you. You moaned around his digit when you felt him pull the ripped underwear off, saw him bring it to his face and smell your arousal.

“Fuck, so wet for me, aren’t you, baby girl?” He groaned, shoving the thong into his pocket, before pulling his thumb out of your mouth and finally crashing his lips into yours. It felt heavenly, the way he kissed you as if he had never done anything else in his life. He had the perfect balance of harsh and soft, of passionate and sweet. His one hand was now back on your ass, while the other moved forward, lifting your leg to wrap it around his waist. Your arms found their way around his neck, pressing yourself as close to him as physically possible, hands running through the locks at the back of his head.

“Oppa,” you moaned when his fingers slid over your pussy, his grip around you tightening.

“Baby, it’s not “oppa” anymore,” he said, thumb pressing down on your clit, another whimper escaping you. He began to circle his thumb, while his fingers got soaked in your juices and finally he let one sink into you, a perfect low groan escaping him.

“So, so tight and perfect for Daddy, baby, aren’t you?”

Oh. Oh. You felt your eyes roll back and your pussy clench around him, your nails digging into his scalp.

“N-ngh, y-yes so tight for Daddy only,” you cried back, and he gasped slightly, before kissing you again, his fingers still working their magic on and inside your core. God, he felt so good, everything about him felt so incredibly good. He smelled good, he made you feel good, the movements of his hands were about to drive you insane in the best way possible. His tongue was inside your mouth, devouring yours and for a few moments you forgot how to breathe. Had anyone ever kissed you like this?

Parting from you, Seungcheol opened his pants and shoved them down, you staring down now to see the big bulge inside his tight briefs that immediately made your mouth water. Seungcheol watched you with hunger in his eyes, a knowing smirk on his plump lips.

“You want to suck Daddy off so bad, don’t you, princess?” He caressed your head, fingers softly running through your hair, until he grabbed the ponytail and wrapped it around his hand, making you gasp.

“Common, get on your knees for me,” he murmured, pushing you down and you obliged willingly, your eyes glued to his cock the second you were seated. You swallowed once, before you let your hands wander to his briefs, pushing them down and biting your lip when his cock sprung out, red at the tip, pre already leaking. He was thick. Thick and big. Maybe even bigger than Mingyu. You felt like passing out, your head already spinning from how much you wanted him down your throat, inside your pussy anywhere, really.

Stretching out your tongue, you licked off the precum from his tip, sliding your tongue through his slit. Seungcheol took it upon himself to pull the hair tie out of your hair, making it fall down your back and pretty waves. His fingers skimmed through them now as his eyes watched you carefully take his cock into your pretty mouth. He really feared that you were gonna make him cum within mere seconds.

“Good, take in as much as you can, baby,” he praised you, hand now flat on the back of your head, pushing you further. You nodded, mouth stretched as wide as possible around him, his tip soon hitting the back of your throat, causing a minimal effect. Perhaps practicing with Mingyu had weakened your gag-reflex. You swallowed him down, causing him to moan in pleasure, his hand now in a fist around your hair, mouth hanging open. His hips thrusted slightly, you now with most of his cock inside your mouth and down your throat. Looking up, you saw that he was still staring down at you and your core throbbed desperately. You needed friction and you needed it soon.

“Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock down your throat,” he licked his lips and moved his hips once more, your eyes rolling back when you felt him leave your throat for a second only to push back in. He could tell that you liked it, that you were completely fine with him fucking your throat, and so he made his movements bigger, pulling all the way out and pushing right back in, your muffled moans music to his ears. He himself couldn’t stay quiet either, his moans deep and perfect, shaking your whole body with want as you tried to keep your eyes open to watch him watch you.

Soon he became sloppier, harder, and quicker, one hand now helping him keep his balance by leaning against the window, the other still fisting your hair while his own head was thrown back in complete agony. Never had anyone taken him this well, never had anyone’s coughs and chokes been as much of a turn on as yours. Because even though you weren’t gagging, you still found yourself choking on him a few times, felt yourself coughing when he slipped out. And he loved every single bit of it. To give our throat a break, he began fucking your cheek, his climax almost immediate when he saw the way you looked with your cheek stuffed with his cock, his groan so desperate you felt like you were going to die. Quickly, he pulled out, holding his cock by the base and breathing hard as he watched you regain all your senses. The thick string of precum mixed with saliva connecting his tip to your mouth was not helping his case in any shape or form.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, princess,” he murmured, and you looked up at him with pouty lips.

“Would love to eat Daddy’s cum,” you said and Seungcheol’s cock twitched in his hand, a quick movement of his pulling you back on your feet. Now, he had you turned around, your frontside pressed against the window, all the lights suddenly a blur in front of you.

“I’m sure you would, baby, but Daddy wants to fuck that pretty pussy of yours, what do you say?” He had the dress shoved up your ass, massaging your cheeks as he hungrily looked at his cock disappearing between your thighs. Grabbing it again, he let it slide through your cheeks and finally over your lips, tip pressing down on your clit and making you jump, a squeal escaping you.

“Yes, Daddy, please f-fuck me,” you whined and Seungcheol didn’t need to hear that twice. He pushed inside you almost immediately, his thrusts hard and quick from the get-go. And fuck, was he huge. So huge it took you a while to get used to him, to have the pain turn delicious, to feel like you were about to be split in half but in the best sense possible. He had only prepped you with one finger and as big as his hands were – they were no match for his cock.

“Yeah, so good for Daddy, baby, common, I know you can take it all, fuck,” his hands laid on your hips as he moved, sweat on the top of his forehead. You relaxed into the glass; hands next to your face as you smelled the wine from your breath.

“S-so b-big,” you cried out and Seungcheol stopped moving for a second, his hands moving to your front, one of his thumbs slowly beginning to circle your bud.

“You want me to stop, princess?” he asked, soft voice making goosebumps erupt all over you. But you were quick to shake your head.

“N-no! Just keep going, please, Daddy.”

Seungcheol nodded, controlling his thrusts more this time, wide and slow, thumb matching the energy on your clit. You felt yourself starting to drool against the glass, your hips wiggling against his crotch. He had to hold back, his balls so freakin tight, but he didn’t want to hurt you, didn’t want to make you feel discomfort. And so, he let you get adjusted, let you feel him slow and full, and once his whole cock filled you, he stopped, taking his hand away from your pussy.

“Move,” he then said, squeezing your ass cheek, and you nodded, endless pretty moans falling off your lips as you began to move your hips back and forth on his cock, your eyes rolling back as you couldn’t help but quicken your pace. Seungcheol watched how his cock kept on disappearing inside of you, how your ass wiggled whenever it hid his abdomen, and soon he couldn’t hold back anymore. He grabbed your waist with both hands and held you still, his eyes roaming over your body, lips and throat dry, cock painfully hard.

“Can Daddy fuck you now?” he asked calmly, and you nodded desperately.

“Pl-please! Fuck me hard, Daddy!” You were gone, completely lost to your lust. He did as asked the next second, pounding into you hard and quick, one hand had moved and was now pressing your head against the window, your moans muffled against the glass.

“Sh-shit, god your pussy feels so fucking good, made Daddy so proud, made me wanna cum so hard and deep inside your perfect cunt” he slapped down on your ass, catching you by surprise, a deep moan now erupting from your throat as he continued fucking you, his fingers digging so hard into your waist that he could already see marks forming. God, he wanted to ruin you. He threw his head back again, letting all control leave him and instead concentrate on his climax.

“I’m gonna cum!” you suddenly blurted out, you climax hitting you a second later, seemingly out of nowhere. Your pussy clenched around his cock, squeezed him tight, and Seungcheol felt like he was going to explode, both of his hands now finding their way back to your waist where they stayed as he fucked you through your orgasm and finally spilled inside of you, his cum feeling warm as it trickled back down your leg once he pulled out. He jerked himself off, making some cum land on your ass and his low noises made you feel like you could cum again the next second.

“Fuck, baby, you did so well for me,” he had let go off his cock and instead moved to turn you around, pulling you against his chest. Both of you were still fully dressed except for your underwear and Seungcheol’s pants and briefs were pooling around his ankles. You looked into his eyes, smiling as he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“Daddy was so good to me,” you giggled, and he kissed you, first on the lips, then on both your cheeks. Who knew he could be this cute?

“Let me get you cleaned up, baby,” he cooed and parted from you after one more kiss, grabbing for the napkins on the table where the champagne had been on. You turned around for him again, his careful hands wiping away the cum that had left traces on your ass and inner thighs and legs. He kissed every spot he cleaned as he got up and finally you turned back around to him. He also cleaned himself and tucked him back in, pants and briefs to their places again. You, on the other hand, didn’t have any underwear left.

“Sorry about that,” he grinned, but you were pretty sure he felt no remorse whatsoever.

“It’s okay, the dress is long enough,” you laughed, watching him carefully. What was going to happen now? Was he going to send you home, now that he had gotten what he had wanted from you? You looked over at the table and bit your lip, unsure what to do.

“I have a room here,” he said, grabbing his suit jacket from the chair, “I don’t know about you, but I’m not ready to let the night end here.”

Relief washed over you and a smile appeared on your lips.

“I’m not ready yet either, oppa.”

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captainlunaxmen · 18 days

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All for the Cameras

Chapter 8

Finnick Odair x Fem!reader

Here we go! With this chapter, we officially say goodbye to Chatching Fire, and we will soon enter Mockingjay-part1. I hope you guys will like this, and if you want to be added to the tag list, just tell me♥️♥️♥️

Chapter summary: we're at the Quarter Quell finale.

Chapter warning: Now, Cal is a huge warning himself, Hunger Games cruelty, death, blood.

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Finnick's POV

They managed to find some food. Finnick decided to catch some, more to distract himself that because he actually needed to eat. His stomach was completely closed after what happened.

He eats with the other because he does need his strengths, but doesn't feel like it at all.

Mags was like a mother and seeing her go like that... broke him.

The only thought keeping him going was Y/n, the thought that they could finally have a chance.

Finnick gets distracted from his thoughts when Peeta, opening one of the oysters, found a pearl. Finnick watches him giving it to Katniss, her accepting it. Finnick takes a moment to notice the way Peeta looks at her, the exact way he looks at Y/n, with adoration. Katniss is a little more reserved, of course, but she does feel something too, even though she doesn't realise it yet.

The sweet moment is interrupted by a loud scream.

"That's new." Peeta says standing up, Katniss and Finnick soon do too.

They look ahead, trees moving and breaking, then a big wave appears, it looks secluded to a section of the arena, but still aiming towards them apparently.

Even though the waves breaks at the cornucopia, it still creates waves towards the beach all around it. Thankfully not big enough to make damages.

As they watch the hovercraft flying to get the body of the dead tribute, Katniss grabs an arrow ready to fight.

"Someone's here." She says.

They all get their weapons, ready to defend themselves. They hide, watching who it was.

When Finnick sees Johanna, along Wiress and Beetee he lets out a sigh of relief, hope growing back in him as he walks to her calling her name.

"Whete the hell have you been?" He asks as soon as they're close enough.

"Me? I was looking for you the entire time, asshole!" Johanna shoots back.

Finnick knows she's not actually angry, rather worried, even though she would never admit it.

"So was I." He says, more calmly, "are you all okay?"

Johanna shrugs.

"Well, I got them out. We were a the way deep into the jungle where I thought it was gonna be safe. That's when the rain started." She starts explaining, while Beetee and Wiress got into the water to clean up, "I thought it was water. It turned out to be blood."

"Tick tock" Wiress comes close repeating the same two words.

"Hot, thick blood." Johanna keeps going as if she didn't notice her, "it was coming down. It was choking us. We were stumbling around, gagging on it, blind. That's when Blight hit the force field."

"Tick tock, tick tock" Wiress keeps talking as Johanna takes a big breath.

"He wasn't much, but it was from home." She says bitterly.

"What's wrong with her?" Katniss asks, referring to Wiress.

"She's in shock," Beetee answers, "dehydration isn't helping. Do you have fresh water?"

"We can get some."

As Johanna tries to, forcefully, stop Wiress from talking, Katniss immediately goes to defend her, almost starting a fight if it weren't for Finnick separating them, leading Johanna away.

"I got them out for you!" She screamed before she got dragged away.

"It's okay, it's okay." Finnick tries to calm her.

"Let me go, Finnick!" She insists, "let me go, I'm fine."

He lets her, and goes to sit down on the sand, soon Peeta joins as Katniss was helping Wiress clean up.

"Are you sure you're okay? I know Mags was important to you... and Y/n." Peeta asks.

"Yeah... uh... it was a possibility we didn't want to acknowledge, but... still a possibility." Finnick sighs, sadly.

"I'm really sorry." Peeta gives his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"It's alright."

"Can I ask you something?" Peeta suddenly whispers, so no one would hear and Finnick nods, still looking ahead, "your speech at the interviews... was for Y/n, wasn't it?"

Finnick only nods, so does Peeta understanding.

"What a situation, uh?" Finnick says sarcastically.

"Yeah.." Peeta sadly chuckle, then his attention shifts to Beetee, who was messing with a wire of some sort, "what's that?"

Beetee looks up to them, then back at the wire in his hands.

"Something we can use." He simply says before standing up and walking closed to the water.

Finnick and Peeta shares a confused look before shrugging.

The moment interrupted by the lightning hitting the big tree again, 12 times.

"They have out done themselves this time, uh?" Finnick comments once the lightnings stop.

"Yeah..." Peeta breaths out.

They attention is caught by Katniss walking back to them, a determined look on her face.

"I figured it out." She says.

Y/n's POV

"That's the plan?" I ask Plutarch as we talk in his office.

"Yes." He nods, "are you okay with that?"

"Of course, I am." I confirm, "does Haymitch know?"

"Yes, he does."

"Perfect... do you think they will do as you predict?" I ask, again feeling nervous.

"I am positive, they figured out how the Arena works, it's only a matter of time, we need to be ready." He replies, "I suggest you start packing and be ready."

"Got it." I nod, taking a deep breath, I look at Plutarch, who nods his head to give me courage somehow.

There's suddenly a knock on the door.

"Mr Heavensbee? Miss L/n?" One of the Gamemaker peers inside.

"Yes?"

"There's movement." He says.

"We'll be right there in a minute." Plutarch informs him so he can go back to the controll room.

"We still need to keep up the appearance, I know." I sigh.

"All for the cameras, miss L/n. Always."

We walk back into the room, just in time to see Gloss killing Wiress, I can't help the gasp leaving my mouth, it was so unexpected I couldn't stop it.

Plutarch put a hand on my shoulder for a second to make regain my composure.

We need to keep up the appearances, so I just move to one of the Gamemaker, to take a closer look. Katniss immediately kills him, Cashmere, of course, runs to attack her, thankfully Johanna pushes Katniss away and kills the district 1 tribute.

That means the other part of the Career pack is close.

"Keep the cameras on them, the other side there." I point where Finnick and Peeta stands, just in time to frame Brutus and Finnick fighting, Enobaria manages to wound Finnick before running away, thankfully is nothing bad.

Peeta tries to chase them, but Finnick holds him back, letting Katniss and Johanna go instead.

I look up at Plutarch, him already looking at me. Then he looks up and mouths "for the cameras."

He wants me to suggest something believable, to fool the president.

I start to think something that might be an obstacle, that might slow them down, we can't have the Games end now, we still have things to prepare, but it doesn't have to be something... deadly.

Think.

Thi.... okay.

"Make the cornucopia spin." I say, the Gamemaker, of course, looks up at Plutarch for confirmation and when he nods the cornucopia starts to spin on itself, making everyone lose balance.

Johanna helps Katniss stay on, as Finnick, Peeta and Beete do the same.

My heart skips a bit when Katniss falls, instinctively look at Plutarch.

"Okay. That's enough." He orders, "good thinking, miss L/n."

"Thank you, sir." I say, breathing heavily from anxiety, "it will be harder for them to tell time."

"Clever." He nods, and I let out a sigh of relief.

It made some trouble, but not too much... Good.

They quickly reunite, and go back to the beach... but a different section. I try to figure out which one it is.

"Brace yourself." Plutarch whispers so slightly to me as he passes by.

I take a quick look at the map, each section is perfectly labelled and I can quickly spot their position. It's the Jabberjays section.

Shit.

I take a deep breath and just wait to see what's going to happen.

They're counting down who might be left still in the games, now. Thankfully, it seems that Brutus and Enobaria are far from them.

"Activate them." Plutarch orders, I force myself not to look at him, because I know he has to do it. We are still not out of trouble, and at the Capitol, appearance is the most important thing.

So once Prim's voice reaches Katniss, she's immediately on her feet, running towards the sound. The rest of the group tries to keep her from going into the forest, to what they suspect is just a made up sound. Finnick is the fastest and immediately reach Katniss, who just shot a bird, finally realising it's fake, like everything else.

"You okay?" He asks, but Katniss can't even respond because another scream breaks in.

I can't help it this time, my eyes shoot up immediately to Plutarch.

That's my voice, screaming at Finnick for help.

Plutarch looks at me, guilty, he motion for me to just take a deep breath and stay calm as Finnick runs towards the sound with Katniss, this time, to convince him to stop.

"It's not her!" She screams at him to gain his attention. "It's just a Jabberjay. It's not her."

"Well, how do you think they got that sound?" He spits back, "Jabberjays copy."

I just want to scream at him that I'm okay, that's just a decoy... my idea nonetheless...

As Gale's voice adds itself into the mix, Katniss and Finnick run away, but unfortunately my idea has another problem.

They bump into the invisible wall, surrounded by all the mutts screaming at them.

Kantiss is holding her hands to her ears, Peeta screams at her, but of course, the wall around the section is supposed to isolate them even more.

I look at Finnick protecting his ears too, he's muttering something, but I can't understand what he's says, the birds screams are too loud. My throat feels tight, I feel the burn of tears ready to come out in my eyes, my chest hurts.

"Miss L/n?" Plutarch calls me, his voice feels so far right now, but I reluctantly look at him, "would you be so kind and go look into my office for the arena projects? I want to check something."

I can only nod and walk to his office, I know he wanted to give an excuse to be alone and recollect myself.

I close the door behind me, and I just lean against it until I sit down on the floor.

It's all my fault, I can't believe I make them suffer like this. Katniss' screams to somehow cover the noise broke my heart, so did Finnick's face.

I did that.

It's my fault.

I have to do everything in my power to get them out...

Finnick's POV

It's Johanna's voice asking him if he were okay to ground Finnick.

After God knows how long he and Katniss were trapped with the Jabberjays screaming at them, the invisible wall vanished and the other were able to rescue them.

Peeta reassures Katniss, telling her that at the Capitol they will never touch Prim.

"Your fiancé's right." Johanna agrees, "the whole country loves your sister. If they tortured her or did anything to her, forget the districts, there would be riots in the damn Capitol." Everyone looks at Johanna, a mixture of surprise and shock for having her reassuring Katniss. But she was not done, "Hey, how does that sound, Snow? What if we... what if we set you backyard on fire? You know, you can't put everybody in here."

The shock is shared between the other tributes as they listen to her screaming.

"What?" She asks, finally noticing, "they can't hurt me. There's no one left that I love. I'll get you some water." She finally says, seeing no one knows what to say... obviously.

They all go to the beach, Finnick put his trident in the sand and goes to sat in the water.

It always calmed him. He remembers the first night at the Capitol after he was reaped.

He couldn't sleep, he didn't even want to, not knowing what the Capitol actually had in store for him surely wouldn't accommodate a good sleep. He remembers he went into the bathroom, to fill the bathtub and get under the water. Unfortunately the bathtub wasn't big enough. When Y/n knocked on the door, he thought she was there to take him back to his room, instead she sneaked the two of them into the pool. There she tried everything she could to calm him, she got into the water with him and lay there with him, talking.

That's when he realised she was not like the rest.

The others looks at him, as they rest, Johanna brought Katniss some water and now they're talking.

"Why did they use Y/n's screams with him?" Katniss asks.

"Really?" Johanna's taken aback by that question. "Have you... haven't you noticed anything?" She slightly scoffs.

"I'm afraid not." Katniss answers flatly.

"Love sometimes is cruel." Johanna simply says.

Katniss thinks for a moment before understanding her words, and can't help but agree with her.

"I have a plan." Beetee suddenly says and everyone gathers around him listening closely.

"Where do the Careers feel safest? The jungle?" He asks the group.

"Jungle's a nightmare." Johanna speaks up.

"Probably here on the beach." Peeta suggests.

"Then why are they not here?" Beete asks once again.

"Because we are. We claimed it." Johanna answers.

"And if we left, they would come." He guesses.

"Or stay hidden in the tree line." Finnick says.

"Which in just over four hours will be soaked with the water from the 10:00 wave. And what happens at midnight?" He speaks as if he is teaching to a class, and wants them to understand the concept before having to say it himself.

"Lightning strikes that tree." Katniss answers, understanding the concept of the plan.

"Here's what I propose. We leave the beach at dusk. We head to the lightning tree. That should draw them back to the beach. Prior to midnight we then run this wire from the tree to the water." He explains, pointing to the tree and then the beach, "anyone in the water or on the damp sand will be electrocuted."

"How do we know the wire's not gon a burn up?" Johanna questions.

"Because I invented it." He replies, with a hint of pride. "I assure you, it won't burn up."

The silence falls as everyone thinks about what to do. Johanna and Finnick looks at each other, they both seem to agree to the plan. Katniss looks at Peeta, worried, and still a little suspicious.

"Well, it better than hunting them down." Johanna agrees.

"Yeah, why not?" Katniss agrees too, "if it fails, no harm done anyway, right?"

"All right, I say we try it." Peeta nods.

"So what can we do to help?" Finnick asks, hoping the real plan will work... quickly.

Y/n's POV.

"Keep me alive for the next six hours. That would be extremely helpful." Beete says to the group.

That's our chance.

Plutarch's in his office with the president, so I'm the one directing the Gamemakers.

"Keep it as close as possible to the lovers." I say, "the Capitol loves them. Give them as much as they want."

They of course want the other to win, and if it goes down to them being the last two one of them would surely sacrifice themselves for the other... I pray we get them all out on time.

Peeta tries to convince her, she is the one who should live, he shows her the pendant Effie gave him, opens it and show her the picture of her family.

It breaks me hearing Peeta saying that no one needs him, because it's so far from the truth and he doesn't realise it.

Thankfully, Katniss reassures him she needs him. As they kiss my heart warms, and also hurts as I think of Finnick... maybe when everything is over we could... have our chance.

No. I don't have to keep my hopes up, for no reason.

Plutarch comes out of his office, nods at my direction and then addresses the Gamemakers.

"We're almost at the grand finale." He declares. "How about you go get some rest, miss L/n? You worked a lot today."

"Are you sure, sir? If we're at the finale, you might need all hands on deck, right?" I ask, pretending to be sorry.

"Go have some rest and enjoy the show, you earned it." He nods.

"Thank you, sir." I force an enthusiastic smile and walk to the exit.

As I pass him he whispers to me, "pack what you need. You'll know when it's time to go, so keep an eye on the games."

"Yes, sir."

"When it's time, immediately go to the roof of the training centre." He instructs, I nod and just walk out, to my apartment.

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I put the last item in my backpack, a picture of my brother when we were younger, before we got sent to Snow. I turn the TV on to keep and eye on the games, as Plutarch instructed. Thankfully, I got the program so I can see everything live and change angles.

Apparently the group has to split, Katniss and Johanna are sent to unspool the wire all the way to the beach. Peeta, obviously, tries to offer to go with them, but Beetee says he needs both Finnick and Peeta as protection.

Of course, it generated a little angst in the group, suspects raising, and it ends with them agreeing to part ways until midnight.

I look for any sort of signal within the games, but I can't see anything yet.

I bounce my leg anxiously, as I look at Johanna cutting Katniss' arm, I look closer and realise she's tacking off the tracking device, this let me let out a sigh of relief. I try to find Finnick with the other cameras, only to see him looking for Johanna. He probably heard the Careers and went searching.

But I need to force myself to look for Katniss instead, Finnick knows about the plan, he knows what to do, Katniss doesn't so if I have to look for a sign, she's the one I need to follow. She's going back at the tree, looking for Peeta, but once she gets there, she only finds Beetee. I gasp, looking at a shaking Beetee lying down. Then her eyes fall to a made-up spear, the wire wrapped around the tip.

The sound of the cannon distracts her, screaming for Peeta she stands up, but when Finnick shows up, my heart stops as I see her taking an arrow and pointing it at Finnick.

"Please..." I whisper.

The door opening only increases my anxiety, and I quickly grab the emergency gun I took from my small voult.

My eyes drift between the hallway and the TV.

"Hello, my sweetness." Cal appears in front of me, a creepy grin on his face.

"Cal? What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Missed you." He simply answers, stepping closer, but I take a step back. He gives me a surprised and irritated look.

I look at the TV, in time to hear Finnick saying something to Katniss.

"Remember who the real enemy is." He said.

Cal looks at the TV, then step closer again and I take another step back, the gun still behind my back.

"Turn it off, sweetheart." He orders.

My eyes are, instead, glued to the screen. Katniss takes the spear, unwraps the wire only to wrap ot again around her arrow.

"Sweetheart." He calls again.

Finnick tries to get Katniss to get away from the tree, but right before the lightning strikes, she fires the arrow towards the sky and the screen turns black.

"Shit." I mutter.

"What happened?" Cal asks, alarm clear in his tone.

"I have to go." I say, rushing past him, careful to keep the gun somwhow hidden.

"Y/n!" I hear him scream my name as I near the door.

I open the door, but I find Peacekeepers in front of me.

"Yes?" I ask, as flatly and emotionless as I can.

"You are to come with us." One of them informs me.

"Where?"

"You're under arrest." Another says.

"What?" I scoff.

"What's going on?" Cal appears beside me, I hold the gun under the backpack harder.

"She's under arrest, she's suspected to be part of a rebellious group, a group Plutarch Heavensbee is part of." They explain.

"That's ridiculous." Cal laughs.

"I'm afraid it's true, sir." The peacekeeper replies.

I need to get out, I need to get to that roof.

I push past them, taking a little advantage of their talking. I arrive at the elevator, as I wait the doors to open I hear quick footsteps nearing. I point my gun at the Peacekeepers, firing twice, I manage to slow them down just in time for the doors to open and let me in, and I fire three more before the doors close again. I only injure some of them.

I didn't see Cal, he probably froze because of the news.

I decide to exit at another floor, I'm sure there would be more peacekeepers down, so then I'll go for the backdoor.

I get to the 4th floor, and carefully step out, analysing my surroundings as I walk to the stairs. I'm not so sure it's the best choice, but it's the only one I got. I try to be fast, but careful at the same time, the last thing I want is for them to get me.

Steady steps, controlled breathing, gun at hand, I move down the stairs.

"In here!" I hear someone scream and I just have to rush down now.

I run downstairs, jumping a few step in the process until I'm in front of the door.

I don't think, I need to get away from the ones on the stairs...

So I open the door.

Finnick's POV

Finnick sits up straight, holding his aching head, breathing heavily from exhaustion.

"Good, we started to think you were dead." Haymitch's voice makes Finnick raise his head to look at him.

"I'm... okay... I think." He says, he looks at his body, noticing some bandages, especially on his arm. They thankfully took off the tracking device.

"Yeah, the device is off, no need to worry about... that." Haymitch says, there's tension in his voice, resignation too, anger.

"What exactly happened?" Finnick asks, confused still.

"Katniss fired that arrow to the force field... that obviously broke, the screens, the cameras were down, this gave us the time to come and get you." Haymitch explains.

"Okay..." Finnick nods, he senses something wrong though.

"Come, let's talk." Haymitch nudges him to get up and follow him.

They arrive to a room with a big table, and screens taking their position on the walls.

Plutarch's there to greet him, but he's not happy, he's not satisfied.

Finnick hopes to see Y/n soon, he needs a friendly face to calm down.

"Mr. Odair... glad to see you're okay." He then says.

"Well, I'm alive... that's something." Finnick replies, forcing a small laugh out, "what about the others?"

He sees Plutarch and Haymitch sharing a look, then they both sigh deeply.

"We manage to get the Mockingjay out of there, which was the main mission." Plutarch starts, but doesn't continue.

"The others?" Finnick pressures.

"We managed to also get Beetee out." He answers.

"Johanna and Peeta?" Finnick's now scared.

"The Capitol has them." Plutarch simply answers.

Finnick pales, they might as well be dead, who knows what the Capitol will do to them.

"And..." Haymitch walks a little closer to Finnick, eyes down, guilty and angry.

"What? What is it?" Finnick snaps, frustrated.

Haymitch looks him dead in the eyes, so he can perfectly see the fury in his stare.

"They got Y/n too."

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moondal514 · 2 months

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Rating the MXTX main characters and leads on how well they would pass the “I would know him anywhere” test

(For those who don’t know, the full context of the test is this:

This is a v famous Patroclus quote from Madeline Miller’s Song of Achilles: “I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

The test is how well a character could make the same claim about their own love interest)

Ok let’s go

Shen Yuan/Qingqiu: 8/10

Manages to differentiate his Binghe from og Binghe several times throughout the story, most notably in the punishment protocol chapter and the Bing-ge vs. Bing-mei extra. Points are deducted however because it takes him until he gropes Bing-ge’s chest to realize that this is not his Binghe

Luo Binghe: 6/10

Never realizes that his Shizun is a transmigrator. I will give him points though for eventually recognizing plant!zun

Wei Wuxian: 5/10 (?)

Not a lot of canon data for this one because Lan Wangji is never in disguise. Points deducted for Wei Wuxian not initially recognizing Lan Wangji at the Wen Discussion Conference. However Wei Wuxian does recognize Lan Wangji in literally every other appearance he makes so who knows really

Lan Wangji: 10/10

Patroclus himself. The only one of every character here to definitively recognize his beloved in a stranger’s body after one (1) meaningful interaction with him (yes he had the help of the object of his affections playing his secret boner song to summon Wen Ning but shhhh)

Xie Lian: 6/10

In Xie Lian’s defense, it’s not reasonable to expect a guy that’s been around for over 800 years to realize that all these one-eyed guys/very devoted ghosts he’s run into through the years are the same guy, especially since said guys have witnessed several of the most traumatic moments of his very long life. However, points can be given because Xie Lian does manage to recognize Hua Cheng in every form he takes after Xie Lian truly meets and falls in love with him

Hua Cheng: 9/10

Hua Cheng wants to claim Patroclus swag so bad but unfortunately I must deduct a point for him failing to recognize Fangxin Guoshi as Xie Lian until Lang Qianqiu identified him as such

#I feel like I might’ve been too generous in my points #however the mxtx mc’s are as a whole p good at recognizing their love interests and vice versa #mdzs #svsss #tgcf #mxtxcu #moonie posting

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Would love your landoscar fic recs 💌

your wish is my absolute command 🫡🫡

i’ve gone back to college and started student teaching and gotten covid and adopted a kitten all in the last two weeks so i haven’t gotten to read as much but here is what i’ve got! the key is the same as the lestappen fic rec:

> (Title) +/= (Multichaptered/One-Shot)

(Summary)

!!! (Link)

• (Tags - please note these are just the tags I saw relevant to myself, double check the fics themselves for any other tags you might deem relevant!) *(Word count)

Here we go! I’m also tagging some of the bestest and loveliest authors at the bottom of the post, go send them some love!! (Putting it under a Read More for all of our collective sanity)

My one (1) work (shameless self plug heheheh):

> Thunderstruck =

Lando has a childhood fear of thunderstorms and in a record-breaking year for rainfall, Oscar Piastri becomes his new teammate.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50579323?view_adult=true

• Falling in love, Slight pining, Fluff, Humor *8.1k

—

> If You’re Barbie, And I’m Barbie, Then Who’s Driving the Bus? =

Anyways, the driver room is largely quiet at the moment. But not entirely, much to Lando’s enjoyment.

Buzzing from Oscar’s headphones, loud enough for Lando to hear the words, is a song from Barbie.

Charli XCX, no less.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48940792#main

• Fluff, Comedy *800 words

> Mortifying! Anyways, =

Mortifying interaction, but he’d survive. Besides, it’s not like the cashier was that cut–

“Cute enough to make you stupid, huh Norris?” He could hear his smile before he saw his face, a proper Cheshire grin.

“Fuck off mate,” Lando groaned, already trying to scrub the cashier from his brain. Except for the Australian accent, he decided; that bit could stay. Maybe his eyes, too, as tired as they had seemed. And his hair, which looked so soft in that kind of ridiculous side part.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49328047/chapters/124474876?

• College AU, Clumsy Lando, Meet-cute *2.3k

> The New Normal =

He wears a lot of shorts.

Lando had thought that Daniel wore shorts a lot, and then along came Oscar. It must be something about Australians.

Carlos never wore shorts.

Oscar’s pale, unblemished, muscular (and hairy) thighs spill out of the team issued black shorts whenever they sit to film content, or sit in meetings, or whenever Oscar sits in Lando’s general vicinity while wearing them.

They’re not a distraction.

OR Lando’s very healthy obsession with his new teammate’s thighs.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49335997/chapters/124496539?

• Pining, Slight smut *8k

> Invocations One Fall Away From the Concrete = ♥️

“Okay,” Lando says. “What’s your power?”

“Telekinesis,” Oscar replies a little too easily, like he’s trying not to make a big deal out of it. In fact, he’s already looking back down at his form. Lando doesn’t miss the way he seems completely stumped by the ‘Birth date’ square though.

Telekinetics are far and few between. You’re probably more likely to be struck by lightning twice than to meet a telekinetic. They’re so highly sought after in the hero industry that any telekinetic baby would automatically have a net worth of at least three hundred billion US dollars the second it was born. Moreover Oscar's an Oxy. It’s like, the jackpot of jackpots. This guy’s simply unreal on paper.

Lando scrunches up his face, rolls his eyes and says, “alright.” He shrugs. “Nothing to write home about, then.”

--------------------

AKA the low-key superpowers au where they have to activate their powers doing a really specific thing. Oscar's activation is a mystery to Lando, but it involves a lot of good stuff, pinky promise. (Lando Wink™)

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49508506/chapters/124953475?

• Non-Driver AU, Superpowers AU, Roommates, Slight Angst, Fluff, Humor *10.3k

> Only Found = ♥️

“Hey, well. No strings attached, right?” Oscar says, strategically.

Lando smiles and says, “hell yeah. And now that that’s established, what’s your stance on aliens? Also, do you still want your cake?”

cinderella soulmates au where whatever you lose, your soulmate finds. except: oscar has a soulmate and lando is a No-Match, a person who doesn't have a soulmate.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49218676#main

• Non-Driver AU, Soulmates AU, Lawyer!Oscar, Streamer!Lando, Angst, Fluff *6.8k

> Carried Away =

"Oscar," Lando said. "Don't hate me, alright, but I've—”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48871015#main

• Non-Driver AU, Fake Relationship, Angst, Fluff, Humor *22.1k

> Little Bit of Love =

“I’m freezing,” Lando says. Whines, really. “Don’t be mean, Oscar, I feel like shit.”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49143811

• Sick fic, Fluff, Realization of Feelings *4.7k

> Signed Sealed =

Delivered

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48959461#main

• Text fic, NSFW pics *4.3k

> Smokeshow =

Because Oscar won the American football challenge, Lando had to wear the cheerleader uniform.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48546973#main

• Smut, Cheerleader uniform Lando, Brat!Lando *3.5k

> I’ll Kiss You First =

“Uh,” Oscar says, when they’re in the car on their way to the airport. “I think you’re—um. Going into heat, mate.”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/47264011#main

• A/B/O, Alpha!Oscar, Omega!Lando, Smut *3.1k

> Sunflower Seeds =

Not worth dwelling on, really. Oscar doesn’t have to understand him to be on his team. If he were a pitcher, it would be different; Oscar has to get his pitchers in order to do his job as a catcher well. Lando isn’t a pitcher, though. So it’s fine.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49596088/chapters/125175172?

• Non-Driver AU, Baseball AU, Realization of Feelings, Fluff *8.6k

> Chronically Bitchless But Still Wifed Up = ♥️

Lando wasn’t above throwing his weight around in order to get what he wanted, at least in some circumstances. And he wanted to meet Oscar Piastri.

In general, he wanted to go to a MotoGP weekend and probably could have either bought tickets and waited around there like a normal person or asked one of his actual sort-of friends in the paddock to hang out in their garage, but the more specific desire was to meet Oscar Piastri.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49301212#main

• MotoGP!Oscar, Driver!Lando, Fluff, Humor *8.3k

> Negative Splits =

So officially, Oscar Piastri, pretty good steepler and pretty bad pacer, was now a professional runner.

They wanted him to steeple, mostly, though he’d be doing cross country in the fall, and Lando had pinky promised him, mid-distance guy to mid-distance guy, that if he wanted to get into the 3k flat indoor then he would get him in.

Oscar didn’t really want to ask how he planned on doing that. Felt safer not to ask.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48161206#main

• Non-Driver AU, Professional Runner AU, Injuries, Angst, Humor, Hurt/Comfort *10.1k

> Thinkin Bout Your Touch =

Lando’s brain gets so occupied by the thought it shouldn’t come as a surprise really, when a few rounds later Oscar says, “Dare.” Lando blurts out, “Let me suck your dick.”

There’s a long, awkward silence in which they just stare at each other, Oscar’s expression completely unreadable. “Uh,” he eventually says. “I think a dare is something I’m supposed to do.”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48704749?view_adult=true#main

• PWP, Blowjob *2.3k

> I’ve Tasted Blood (And I Want More) =

Lando grabs a pillow and hits him with it, while Oscar laughs loudly. His fangs are on full display, white and sharp and pretty. “You know what I mean, you dickhead!”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Oscar says, eyes twinkling. “You want me to use you as a human Capri Sun. You know, like a weirdo.”

“God, you’re making this so much worse than it is,” Lando says, burying his face in his hands. It’s. Well, it’s embarrassing, but Oscar also hasn’t outright said no, so. You know what they say. In for a penny, in for a pound. “So, will you?” And then, just in case, he adds. “Suck my blood?”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48136999#main

• Vampire!Oscar, PWP *5.6k

> Legerdemain =

“You’re so modest it’s disgusting,” Lando says. “Michelle’s told me all about it. You winning against some master back in Australia. Anyways, she wants to hop on the bandwagon, get us to play chess, take photos after the weekend. She thinks you could teach me. It would show that you’re pedantic and that I’m pushing past my comfort zone...”

Oscar scoffs. “If Michelle’s only taking photos, why do I need to teach you it? Couldn’t we just pose with a chess set, like the Williams drivers?”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49690744/chapters/125422075?

• Chess, Humor, Sexual Tension *5.8k

> What You Do To Me =

“Oh,” Oscar says, because what else are you supposed to say when your teammate says ‘I wish I still had a girlfriend so I could fuck some of that frustration out of me’. “I mean. I uh. I could give you a blowjob? I’d suggest a fuck but I don’t have any lube on me right now and I’m guessing you don’t either.”

Huh, would you look at that. Looks like the award for ‘most insane statement of the night’ doesn’t go to Lando after all.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/47993518?view_adult=true#main

• PWP, Blowjob *2.5k

> Purring in My Lap (cause he loves me) =

The cat thing ends up getting sort of explained in Bahrain, when Lando walks into his driver room and finds a small orange cat sitting on his couch.

Oscar’s cat, presumably.

And he kind of looks like Oscar, too. Slender, lean, and with a slightly grumpy, unimpressed expression on his face. It makes Lando laugh a little. Like owner, like pet, clearly. “Should I just call you Oscat, then,” Lando jokes, giving the cat a little head scratch.

The cat, Oscat, stops rubbing at Lando’s hand and just stares at him instead. Lando would almost say he was looking at him disapprovingly, but it is a cat, so he’s probably just imagining things.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/47878867#main

• Cat!Oscar, Fluff, Slight Angst *5k

> In Limbo =

“So what, you like me?”

Tick this box for yes, and this box for no. Fold it tight. Slide the paper under the desk. Don’t let anyone see.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49619383#main

• PWP, Dubious Consent *2.3k

> Eyes on Me =

He just doesn’t understand why Oscar stares so much.

It first comes to his attention at the pre-season media shoots. They have to be photographed in the new gear, and the new suits, and all the while a video camera is rolling to capture content for some behind the scenes pre-season footage. Lando likes to look back at the content they film, just to see how awkward he is.

He looks over some of the test photos while the videos load, and he sees Oscar’s eyes on him a lot of the time. Lando’s own are on the camera, his posture relaxed as he goes through the motions of what the team asks of him.

Lando notices just how much Oscar stares at him, until one day he realises just how much he stares back.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49769368#main

• Mutual Pining *3.8k

> Home Is Wherever You Are =

‘You know, we could ask Carlos to babysit tonight,’ Lando mumbled against his mouth.

Oscar pulled back and hit his husband’s chest while laughing at him and shaking his head.

‘The man just arrived, babe, we can’t ask that right away!’

Lando pouted and pulled Oscar back against his chest. ‘But it’s been so long since it’s just been the two of us.’

OR: Lando and Oscar spend the day with their daughter and friends before finally having some alone time

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49909321

• Kid!fic, Established Relationship, Fluff *4.1k

> Grand Theft August =

Oscar Piastri, eh? It's not the worst idea he's ever had.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49975555?view_adult=true#main

• Angst, Humor, Smut *6.9k

> We’re All in the Butter But Some of Us Are Looking At the Cars = ♥️

Under it, the cross stitch with the Mandela quote, there was another one. A different one. Keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars. Stars, again. And then the one beneath that was also about stars. Weird, he thought, then went to the till to wait for his sister.

Above the pile, too high for twelve year old Oscar to read, a sign was stamped. SECTION #13: REACH FOR THE STARS.

Twenty two year old Oscar rests his nose to the glass and looks at the clouds.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49696357

• Angst, Slow burn, Prose, Realization of Feelings *14.3k

> Terraforming =

“WORMHOLES! An Einstein brain child. They are created when FTL objects puncture the bed sheet that is our universe. Going through them should be a trip through timespace, which sounds cool, except it’s not because we never know what’s on the other side—”

“I think you meant fabric, not bed sheet,” Oscar says.

Lando rolls his eyes. “It’s a metaphor, mate.”

“For what?”

“For like. The fabric of the universe.”

“Huh.”

“Shut up.”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50099659

• Space AU, Non-Linear Narrative, Angst, Happy Ending *8.8k <- I literally haven’t read this yet because it was uploaded today but i love enzo and all their stuff is fantastic so i’m rec’ing it anyway :)

> Superdense Neutron Star//Post Supernova +

It felt good to laugh. Thursdays already kind of sucked, all of the walking and talking and nothing to do, even when he wasn’t being drilled on the abrupt shift of his career. It was manageable because it had to be; because there was half a season left and a championship spot left to fight for and a team that was still his home, even if he’d just been delivered the eviction notice.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49981615/chapters/126195823

• Angst, Fluff, Ambiguous Ending *21.8k <- i also have not had the time to read this one because of life, but i trust leaf with my feelings (and my life) so this also goes on the list.

EDIT 11/5: More additions to the list!

> Unraveled =

Lando does not have a thing for his roommate.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50085112/chapters/126476167?

• Non-Driver AU, Roommate AU, Bartender!Lando, Realization of Feelings *7.1k

> It’s Not Queerbaiting, It’s Saving the World =

Lando bursts into Oscar’s room without knocking. He’s red in the face and panting, sweat collecting on his forehead like he just ran a marathon.

“You need to kiss me.”

or, the drivers stage a protest, of sorts. Oscar might lose his mind.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49710619#main

• Fluff, Humor *1.6k

> Melepathic. Or Something =

“Thank God we used condoms,” mutters Oscar later, when they’re presentable, no doubt thinking back to last week when they. Well. Lando peeks out the door to check if the hallway is clear. It is.

“Yeah,” he says as he gestures Oscar out. “See you in a few, mate.” Oscar slips through and Lando picks up his phone again, sees a new message. Up for some fun tonight?

sure, says Lando after a moment. Amen to short refractory periods and all that.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/47589115#main

• Smut, Miscommunication, Happy Ending, FWB *8.5k

> What Would You Do (If I Went To Touch You Now?) =

“Okay, so they both like each other. We need to get them together.”

“How? Lando’s too freaked out to think straight and Oscar is the human embodiment of the standing man emoji.”

Charles purses his lips for a moment before he snatches his boyfriend’s phone up from the other side of the table.

“What are you doing?”

“Initiating Mission Landoscar.”

“Did you just make that up?”

Charles waves at him dismissively as he begins texting, and Max lays his head down on the coffee table and prays for strength.

***

In which Max tries to prove to an oblivious Charles how glaringly obvious it is that Lando is head over heels in love with Oscar. When Charles finally gets with the program, Lestappen go on A Mission™ to get the two idiots to admit their feelings for each-other, but it’s easier said than done.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48745483/chapters/122963314

• Lestappen as a plot device, Angst, Slight Smut, Fluff, Humor, Texting, Escape Room Shenanigans *29.7

> Soft Vanilla Foreplay = ♥️

“Oh shit, you’re,” Lando gasps, smiles. “You’re a. You’re Robin Hood. You’re a kitty Robin Hood.”

Oscar stops grinding. “Can we have this talk tomorrow?”

Lando laughs and comes down to place a kiss on Oscar’s lips. “Yeah. Oh yeah. Tomorrow. Tomorrow would be great. I’m sooooo busy right now. Hmm.”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50382910/chapters/127293583?

• Vigilantes, Cat!Oscar, Hacker!Lando, Non-Driver AU, Slight angst, Humor, Happy Ending *8.6k

> Is it Gay to Watch Your Teammate on TikTok? (Asking for a friend) +

He’s sitting on the bed, dinner long since picked at, with his knees pulled up to his chest. He feels close to hyperventilating.

It’s playing on loop, some sappy little edit captioned “i need to find someone to look at me the same way oscar looks at lando”.

And really, who the fuck was going to tell him that Oscar smiles at him like that?

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/127611460?

• Fluff, Humor, Ship aware Lando (containment breach of RPF), Pining *4.6k

> HOCKEY!!! Shrimp Colors :) =

Montreal puts Oscar on waivers after years - years of bouncing from the feeder team up to the league, and then back down. Edmonton picks him up.

Edmonton keeps him. Lando does, too.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50562061/chapters/127728067?

• Non-Driver AU, Hockey AU, Leaf puts sports boys into other sports, Angst, Fluff *13.8k

> My Shelter in a Hurricane =

Oscar wants to help Lando get better after the disappointment of Qatar's GP qualification. He doesn't know how...

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50639854/chapters/127923673?

• Fluff, Established Relationship, Post-Qatar Quali, Slight Angst *1.4k

> Pretty When You Cry =

Lando wasn’t sure if he wanted to cry, rip his hairs out, punch a hole into a wall, maybe shove someone, or maybe all of the above.

Or: the mclaren boys comfort each other after that shipwreck of a qualifying.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50624551?view_adult=true#main

• Fluff, Slight Angst *1.4k

> Already Home = ♥️

Lando takes a deep steadying breath. “I think I might be in love with Oscar.” He says, and hates how immediately when he says the words, he knows it’s true.

“Right,” Max says, nodding. “And?”

“What do you mean, ‘and?’” Lando says, a little outraged. “I can’t be in love with him! We’re married! This is like, a disaster waiting to happen!”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50704861/chapters/128087614?

• Non-Driver AU, Fake Marriage, Falling in Love, Angst, Humor, Fluff *32.5k

> Do You Like Me? Y/N =

oscar & lando have an awkward plane conversation, aided by uquiz.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50706235/chapters/128091004?

• Fluff *3.8k

> Recreate the Sun =

“You know who you sound like when you say that?” Lando asks absently, tossing the open bag of Skittles to one side and hoisting himself up the bed to rest against the pillows, head tipped back, the jut of his Adam’s apple catching stark in the TV’s flickering light.

On some level, Oscar already knows what’s coming. The Cheshire cat grin Lando gives to the ceiling near enough confirms it.

“Who?”

“Mark Webber.”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48632239

• PWP, Weed use, Oscar/Mark mentions *3k

> Landoscar Cooking Show =

Lando and Oscar's love story through food-related posts on Instagram

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50825998#main

• Picture fic, Social media fic, Fluff *0k

> Little Renaissance = ♥️

And Oscar - people said he didn’t like the spotlight, didn’t know how to capture it and keep it the way Lando did. They always compared the two of them, in that regard. Even after Oscar left. But they weren’t right, the strangers, not after the first year at least.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50824324/chapters/128393929?

• Future Fic, Retirement, Angst, Pining, Acceptance, Happy Ending, Prose *14.2k

> Those Magic Changes =

“Yeah, right.” Oscar’s beer tastes stale in his mouth. “Sure there’s other perks though, right?”

Logan’s attention has been taken by his phone. Probably a girl, Oscar thinks, or his Mom. Maybe there’s a particularly big fish being shared in the family group chat. He types out a message then locks it with purpose, chucking it face down on the table.

“Yeah, I mean. You know what they say happens when you podium, right? The girl thing?”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49308133#main

• Fem!Oscar, Smut, PWP *7.8k

> Sometimes I Start To Think You Hate Me Too =

Lando seems to have come to the conclusion that his strategy of appeasing him isn't working, so he opts for being impersonal, objective. "You were optimistic, Carlos locked up, you both crashed. It was a racing incident, and you - you are being dumb about it."

It doesn't work.

He scoffs, upset, he has never left anything well alone, he digs his heels deeper. "I wasn't too optimistic, I was inexperienced, was I not?"

OR,

The deep fear of yearning, wanting and needing without understanding the jealousy that consumes you. Breaking and breathing heavily under an awfully put facade of everything going well.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49659349/chapters/125339467?

• Angst, Inner Turmoil, Fluff, Happy Ending *3.7k

> Mine =

All in all, it’d been a shit weekend for Oscar. He knew he was beating himself up over understandable, expected rookie mistakes, he knew it was a great learning opportunity, he knew that the damage to his car hadn’t been entirely his fault on both occasions. Even if he didn’t show it or express it outwardly, it stung to watch his teammate stand on the podium - P3 - after all that’d happened. It hurt even more when that P3 became P2 before they’d even finished celebrating.

Lando moved up in the championship, so did the team. He deserved it, but it hurt like a bitch.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/51053692?view_adult=true#main

• PWP, Dom!Oscar *2.8k

> Sanctus = ♥️

“Nessun maggior dolore che ricordarsi del tempo felice ne la miseria,” Oscar read. Recited. Proclaimed.

“There is no greater sorrow than thinking back upon a happy time in misery,” Lando echoed.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50752399/chapters/128207113?

• Renaissance AU, Non-Driver AU, Angst, Master/Servant Relationship, Religious Imagery, Fluff, Happy Ending *5.5k

> Anything Less Than Human =

Oscar doesn’t really do entrances. Sure, in high society, it’s deemed necessary to stand at the top of some ridiculous staircase and wait for someone to announce your arrival. But that really only works in your favor if your name has any kind of good status associated with it.

Oscar’s not fortunate enough to fall into that category.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49902154/chapters/125979850?

• Vampire!Oscar, Masquerade Ball, Consensual Blood Sucking *2.7k

That’s all for now folks!

Authors (i love and cherish u all, you’re simply the light of my life):

@wanderingblindly @eisenberg @ocontraire @celientjeee @nyoomfruits @gaslybottoms and @ venerat (ao3 user)

P.S. whoever the nonnies are that wrote “Grand Theft August” and “We’re All in the Butter but Some of us are Watching the Cars” i would literally pay you to step on me, thanks and good night.

#fic rec #oscar piastri #lando norris #landoscar #landoscar fic rec #mctwinks #mclaren #formula one fic rec #formula one #f1

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