#i did make arrangements at another place but there's at least a month wait
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hi I saw that your requests are open! can you write about needy/horny hongjoong being a messy kisser and overstimulation (only if you're comfortable with it) 💕 tysm 💕
At this point I should just make a masterlist of ateez members being perverts because that’s where all of these fics are swerving to (not that I’m complaining 😛)
Thank you for the wait, here’s your meal ✨🌶️
wetting your lips
<hongjoong x fem!reader>
He’s just your sugar daddy right? No strings attached. At least that’s what he thinks until the both of you make out, and you see how fucking deep his obsession with you runs.
Genre/warnings: perverted, possessive, DILF sugar daddy!Hongjoong, smut, Hongjoong is possessive as much as he’s horny (we love that for him), blowjob, deep throat, cumming un/touched, overstimulation, sloppy, making out, vibrator play, unprotected sex, cream pie
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“No strings attached”, is what Hongjoong would tell you during the earlier days of this transactional relationship. Little did he realise he would be eating his fucking words.
Initially, it started off with spoiling you with dinners and gifts. Truthfully, it was kind of jarring—solely because it was something you never thought of stepping your foot in. Hongjoong was fine with the arrangement, showering you with gifts and dinners. He was always polite and gentle, sometimes even flirty with you. He never brought up intimacy—at least, not until the third month mark.
And you wonder to yourself how did Hongjoong keep all of that to himself, because he was something in bed. He wasn’t rough by any means—dominant—definitely. You could tell he got off taking the lead in bed on top of fucking the ever loving shit out of you.
Fucking him—or being fucked by him was nothing like your previous partners. Despite him being significantly older than you, he had some sort of vigor, one that definitely always left you wanting more. He started becoming more flirtatious, his hands always around your body whenever he could, enjoying seeing red tint flush against your cheeks whenever he said something dirty. He began picking you from campus more often as well.
It was to the extent that on some days during your classes, you would blank out briefly, whatever you were supposed to be absorbing completely replaced by your little escapades with him the night before—him driving his cock right into your wet hole from below, muttering such dirty things—“that’s my good girl, taking my cock like that. You love that don’t you?”, and the way he would hold your thighs down so you wouldn’t squirm and take his fucking cock like his good little girl while you leak all over him and completely break. By the time you snapped out of it, your thighs were squeezed on reflex. You were never gonna fucking tell Hongjoong that, obviously.
There was one thing you realised he doesn’t do during sex—kissing. It wasn’t that he would avoid you if you kissed him—you didn’t initiate because he never placed his lips in the proximity of yours. You chalked it off as probably something he wasn’t comfortable with, and you weren’t about to force him anyway.
Then another popped—up the more Hongjoong had you around him—his possessiveness progressively built. Initially it was subtle; Hongjoong would rest his hand on your thigh if he was seated beside you—he loved doing that, especially when your thighs are bare. There was an instance where he was picking you up from campus, he called your name, pulling your attention away from your friend. Your male friend.
“Boyfriend?” He’d ask. You stay frozen, unsure of what to reply to your friend. But you shake your head while you plaster a smile before you waved him off and entered Hongjoong’s car.
As you clip your seatbelt on, Hongjoong casts you a glance from the side before he presses against the accelerator.
“Who was that?”
You look up at him and blink. “Classmate”, you reply curtly, before pulling out your phone.
“The both of you seem close”, he comments, shifting his gaze away back to road.
“Yeah he’s my group mate”, you reply, nonchalant about the tightening grip Hongjoong had on the steering wheel. He’s irritated, his jaw is clenched but he doesn’t know why.
“What were the both of you talking about?” He asks next. Your gaze lifts from the phone to the road ahead of you, wondering why Hongjoong was suddenly asking you all of these questions.
“Nothing. He was asking who you were. That’s all.”
Hongjoong’s jaw tightens slightly more. His eyes don’t leave the road.
“And what did you reply?”
You finally whip your head to face Hongjoong, confusion partnered with furrowed eyebrows all over your face.
“Why does that matter?”
“Answer me, doll.”
And you immediately simmer down slightly, your eyes back on the road.
“What would you want me to answer?” You deflect, hoping, praying, that he’d leave this alone. It was making your heart pump a hundred miles per second.
“I asked you first.”
Now you can’t help but to roll your eyes.
“I didn’t say anything.”
Hongjoong cocks an eyebrow. “Elaborate.”
Your arms are crossed. There is a prick of irritation stemming from your heart, but you aren’t able to pinpoint the cause of it.
“He asked me if you were my boyfriend, but I didn’t reply.”
This time, Hongjoong quietens down, but you catch a glint in his eye—something you’ve never seen before.
Boy, were you in for a fucking ride.
The moment you step into his penthouse, you make a beeline for the showers, like you always did, but this time, your heart is hammering in your chest. As the hot water washes the soap off, you wonder about Hongjoong’s recent behaviour towards you. Even though Hongjoong has always been a direct person, he’s like a puzzle you could never figure out. Maybe that’s why you couldn’t seem to get him out of your head. Especially when he’s been more affectionate recently. It’s sending you into a spiral.
Hongjoong is drying your hair as he combs it. And it’s the little things like these that makes your heart flutter. But he still hasn’t answered you about why he was questioning you so much in the car over a friend.
You turn to him.
“Now you answer me.”
Hongjoong is avoiding your gaze. The prick in your heart is starting to germinate.
“Then I’ll accept his date. He was asking me out anyway.”
That makes Hongjong whip his head so fucking fast, and he’s glaring daggers into you.
“No. You’re not going.”
You cross your arms, narrowing your eyes at him.
“And why not? It’s not like we’re dating or anything. You said it before—no strings attached, right?”
Hongjoong’s jaw clenches. This is driving him insane. He knows. He just doesn’t want to admit it. And he’s about to find out that this would be the turning point.
“It doesn’t apply this time. I’m not allowing you.”
“You think we’re something? Yeah, wefuck, but youdon’t even kiss me,” You spit. You’ve never challenged Hongjoong like this before, especially given the basis of this peculiar relationship. This was definitely new to you. And him.
Hongjoong stares at you. Hard. His expression is indecipherable. He shifts closer to you, you who remains still, gaze tracing his movements as Hongjoong closes the distance between the both of you. His thumb presses against your chin, his fingers holding your chin up. You scoff internally, because it’s not like you’re running away-
-and his lips are pressed onto yours. Your mind is buzzing. So much chemicals are colliding in your mind. Sure, the fucking sent you into another realm, but from a kiss? Maybe you just didn’t expect Hongjoong to actually kiss you.
Hongjoong’s head is as spinning as madly as yours is. There’s a reason why he doesn’t kiss his flings, his partners. He doesn’t like the idea of how kissing turns him vulnerable. He doesn’t care about the emotional connections. But with you? Dear god, he could break his own fucking rules for that. In his own perverse ways. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to kiss you. But he was afraid of the entanglement it would ensue should it happen. It drives him crazy. Even though he was the one who foolishly mentioned no strings attached, he swears he’s the one at his feet for you.
The kiss deepens as Hongjoong coaxes you to part your lips, and you do, shakily, your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. Hongjoong stumbles slightly, but his lips are messy against yours. He swallows hard when the both of you pull back, a thin string of spit slowly pulling apart between two swollen lips.
It’s only then you realised what the hell you’ve done. You’ve gained clarity after the steamy make out session, but one glance at Hongjoong, his cheeks and ears and flushed red, and his eyes are hazed.
You tug against the drenched boxers Hongjong has on, pulling it down as he peels the silk lounge wear off you. Your breath is heavy at the sight beneath his pants—thick white, leaking and trickling down his thick and heavy shaft.
Hongjoong’s eyes are growing wilder by the second. His hands catch yours and he places your palm on his chest. You feel it—his heartbeat is as wild as his eyes.
Before you realise it, your back hits the mattress and Hongjoong is towering over you. Your hands are off him, but his hands are trailing all over you—cupping your tits before the sensation of his fingers are tickling your sides, and then he’s at your thighs. He casts you one more glance.
“If you don’t stop me now, I don’t know what I might do”, Hongjoong warns gently.
“Hongjoong”, you call out, the tips of his fingers trailing teasingly against the curve of his jaw. “What else have you been keeping in that dirty little mind of yours?”
The sides of Hongjoong’s lips crack into a smile. “So many fucking things, doll.”
It’s not as if you never used a vibrator with Hongjoong during sex, in fact, he almost seemed to always hold back his enthusiasm when you told him you wanted to use the vibrator during sex.
But what you failed to realise was how frenzied he almost seemed to be whenever the vibrator came into play. Little did you know his true fantasy was to stuff you full with it, and watch you writhe and beg while he fucks his hand.
You swallow hard when the vibrator hits the perfect spot again. You push your thighs together, trying to get the toy to hit the spongy spot once again, because fuck, you were so fucking close to cumming. It feels so fucking good. You glance at Hongjoong, who twirls the controller with this pretty fingers. He looks so sickeningly satisfied, watching the way you’re squirming, trying to reach your high, your eyes so glazed out, your whines sounding like symphony to his ears when you beg him to let you cum when he lowers the vibration intensity with his thumb.
“Hongjoong”, you choke, jerking once more when the vibrator ups it’s buzz once more. Now tears streaming down your cheeks from the constant jump between the lack of and overstimulation. “I wanna cum. Let me cum, please.” You’re practically grinding your hips against the sheets, so much cream leaking past the vibrator that if you sat up, the toy would definitely slip out, and that’s why Hongjoong has you seated like a good girl, legs closed to keep the toy stuffed nicely in you.
The imagery of you giggling with your male classmate turns Hongjoong’s gaze dark. He cracks a smile, devoid of anything pleasant before he rips your orgasm away from you once more, hearing you cuss for the nth time with your legs twitching.
“No.” He simply says. “Not yet.”
You hiccup, so fucked out from the pulsing pleasure that you don’t know how much more of this you can take.
You watch hungrily as Hongjoong strokes his fat, red-tipped cock slowly, beads of precum leaking off the slit, listening to him sigh shakily as his hands slip down his slippery shaft.
“Fuck yourself with your little toy. If you can last till I cum, I’ll make sure you’ll cum so fucking good, doll”, he proposes. You nod as you bite your lip, desperate to get some form of release, even though you weren’t sure if you were gonna last.
You spread your legs wide open in front of Hongjoong, gingerly pulling out the vibrator, groaning at the way it drags out of your wet cunt before pushing it back in, your toes curling from how good it feels. Hongjoong almost loses it here, watching how your pussy stretches when you push the toy in.
And you slowly fuck yourself with the toy, letting yourself fall back against the plush, thick pillows behind you. You feel like you’re doing okay, that is, until Hongjoong amps up the fucking intensity and you’re back to shaking and your voice climbs in octave when you whimper. You’re almost tempted to just fucking release it—it feels so fucking good. Just when you’re about to give up, the intensity slows down to a dull buzz, and you take a sharp inhale, your eyes meeting Hongjoong as he watches you like a predator while his hand makes more of a mess on his pretty cock. You still fuck yourself slowly on the toy, even though it’s by instinct that you want to fuck yourself stupid with it.
Not yet. You wanted to be Hongjoong’s good girl.
You lift your hips slightly, the angle letting the vibrator push into deeper parts of your pussy, and you wonder if you regret it or thank the fucking gods for it because when Hongjoong sees you do it, he raises the vibration, making you gasp, your legs snapping shut.
“Keep them open, baby. You wanna cum, don’t you?” Hongjoong reminds you. He’s obviously enjoying the fucking show—the clear precum slowly turning more white and thicker by the minute.
“Can’t help it, Joong. Feels so fuckin amazing”, you mutter, hearing Hongjoong’s pretty chuckle echo in your ears while he watches you failing at holding your composure while the vibrator is fucking its vibrations right into your fucking core.
“Fuck. Look at that pretty little pussy of yours. I’m almost jealous,” Hongjoong sighs as he lowers the vibrations once more, simply to admire how easily the toy slides out of your cunt only to be pushed back again, completely drenched and sticky.
Without a doubt, watching you fall apart while you fuck yourself like that is sending Hongjoong into a fucking spiral. The one time where he almost walked into you fucking yourself with your dildo triggered something so perverted in him. And before he realised it, his pants pooled a dark patch watching you slap the toy right at your clit, before you would slowly drag it down to your soaked cunt, then pushing it in slowly before you stuffed your poor cunt full. The icing on top? When you were moaning his name sounding so fucking needy, and before he knew it, cum had soaked his pants. Since then, he’d stay by the doorway of his bedroom, often never telling you when he would be back, just to catch you fucking yourself with your toys just so he could indulge in his fantasies.
Just when you’re getting used to the low vibrations again, Hongjoong amps it up once more, watching your eyes roll back when he ups it at the moment you had the vibrator stuffed into your pussy. Before you could even register, you feel a tug from behind, and your concentration is at Hongjoong—who has his hands in your hair, pulling it away from your face while he kneels so his cock is right at your face.
You look up at him, your free hand immediately going up to fuck his cock while you continue to fuck yourself with the vibrator. Somehow, it only makes you feel so fucking good.
“Open wide, doll”, Hongjoong gestures, giving you a tug from the back so your mouth is at the tip of his cock, not missing the way you moan slightly at his roughness. You stick your tongue out, lapping the thick cream around his cock before he pushes the back of your head, your mouth covering the entirety of his cock.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck. So fucking amazing”, Hongjoong bites the inner of his cheek, completely dropping the remote onto the bed as his other hand joins to the back of your head.
Your mind is completely mushed—mouth being stuff full of cock while the vibrator is pushing right your g-spot, at such a mind breaking intensity. You try your best to bob your head, at one point letting Hongjoong fuck your face while groaning at the way he’s tugging your hair, adding on to the rapidly building orgasm that was about to burst, even though drool and precum were trickling down the corners of your lips from how much he’s creaming down your throat.
His cock twitches and he pulls out slightly before he pushes in again once more, barely giving you the time of the day. “Cumming. I’m cumming, doll”, he grunts, his hips pressing against you. ���Fuck. You’re such a good fucking girl, aren’t you?”
Your eyes roll back from the pleasure, your legs twitch at that moment—your orgasm spraying out of you while it floods your entire system at the same time, your mind completely going blank while Hongjoong has cum down your throat, the tangy salty fluids following down your throat while your tears leak past your eyes from the sheer fucking pleasure. Your fingers have left pretty scratches down his thighs, and you’re sure he’s gonna love it later. You never thought it would have come down to this.
Hongjoong pulls out slowly, his hands letting go of your hair, stroking your jaw instead before he kneels before you, and engulfs your lips, tasting himself in your tongue.
There he goes again—his eyes completely glazed out when his lips are on yours, like he can’t get enough of it. And he doesn’t—because he doesn’t soften.
“So good. Need more, doll. You can take it right? Take whatever I give you”, Hongjoong whispers, the tint flushing his cheeks once more. He makes you face away from him this time—back against his chest, and his wet cock is right at your pussy.
You swear he’s gonna be the death of you.
Hongjoong rubs his cockhead against your hole, before he pushes himself in, groaning as you take him inch by inch, stretching your pussy out so well. You’re beginning to drool again—almost shutting off the moment he has you filled up to the brim.
“Warm and tight. Fucking perfect, doll”, he sighs. You feel yourself drip with more cream.
Then he starts to fuck you from below, and you’re immediately grasping for any ounce of sanity left in you. But it’s obvious Hongjoong is only gonna fuck it all out of you by the time this over. You lift your leg up by instinct, letting him hit deeper into you, and he groans at how tightly you’re squeezing him.
His arms are wrapped around you, more tighter and more intimate than usual. And all the thoughts and theories are completely muffled when you feel his cockhead pressing against your g-spot once again.
“You’re so pretty when you look like that, baby. So fucked out and used by me”, he laughs right in your ears.
“Yeah. So perfectly used by you”, you agree, your hips bouncing off his cock as well.
“Of course. My girl is perfect”, his reply sending butterflies flooding your stomach, though you were certain it was mostly because of his cock.
The thrusting becomes more desperate—the sound of wet skin slapping only growing louder by the second, it makes your toes curl and your head spin. Hongjoong feels so fucking good in you and you swear you could get completely drunk off his cock. It’s also the fact that he’s jackhammering his cock right into you right after he made you swallow his fucking cum moments before that’s making you so disgustingly hooked onto him. And sometimes, it scares you how much you just want him all for yourself. Little did you realise you’ve flooded every crevice of Hongjoong’s mind when the intimacy begins to intensify. Every time he tells himself that he shouldn’t let his feelings mix with the pleasure, you unintentionally pull him back in again, and now he’s completely hooked.
“Mine, mine, mine”, Hongjoong whispers, biting down onto your neck as a soft moan passes through your ears, and you feel warm, thick cum flood your walls. Stars flood your eyelids as your second orgasm crashes into you, your fingernails leaving light trails of red on his thigh while your pussy milks Hongjoong dry, more cum seeping out
In between pants and catching breaths as both your highs gradually die down, you turn around to face Hongjoong, your lips ready to part to say something, but Hongjoong beats you to it.
“Now you can let your little friend know that you have a partner. A partner who’s fucking head over heels for you.”
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North American Total Solar Eclipse, 8 April 2024
This is your friendly heads-up that if you want to travel to see the total solar eclipse coming up in the spring, now* is a good time to start making your arrangements!
This one will be visible as at least a partial eclipse to most of North America, with the path of totality cutting a diagonal from Sinaloa, Mexico to Newfoundland, Canada, including 15 US states from Texas to Maine.
Although we just had one a few years ago in 2017, we won't have another solar eclipse visible in the continental US until 2045--and the path of totality for the 2024 one is within driving distance for a much larger proportion of the US population than either 2017 or 2045. The Northeastern US won't see another until the 2070's.
For millions of people, including me, this will be a once-in-a-lifetime chance to see a total solar eclipse without getting on a plane. Hotels in major cities along the path of totality are already starting to fill up.
Last time, in 2017, I was able to see the partial eclipse from where I live, but it wasn't feasible to travel to see the totality. I heard from people who did see the totality that it's really quite something, so I decided back then that I was going to go to this one. (The one in 2079 might be a bit closer to where I currently live, but I'll be 101 by then, so I figure I'd better not wait.)
Erie, PA is the closest place for me to see it, and I figured I'd camp. I started looking into it last night, and pickings are pretty slim already. I lucked into a camping cottage at a park 20 minutes' drive outside the path of totality--I think someone must've cancelled recently, for me to get it, because out 87 spots, all they had left was 9 tent/trailer sites, and the one cottage.
So anyway, if you want to go, it's an overnight trip for you, and you don't want to end up sleeping in your car at a rest area, now's* the time!
(*Actually several months ago would have been the best time, but the second-best time is now.)
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Is it over now - LN4
lando norris x fem!reader
summary: your situationship with lando ended 10 months ago… or did it? based on taylor swift’s "is it over now"
warnings: toxic behavior, cheating, smut, p in v, dirty talk, handjob, fingering, edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, praise (with slight degradation)
a/n: you have no idea how long it took me to finish this and idk the word count but its long and filthy. Also this gif does things to me… just the way he looked that day🤌🏻 the curls the beard the cheekbones
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You knew he was gone. He left exactly 113 minutes ago. His flight had taken off 44 minutes ago. Angrily you turned around in your bed, kicking off the blanket and staring at the blank spot next to you where only three hours ago, Lando’s curly head had laid.
Since then you slept with each other. Again. And had a terrible screaming match. Again.
You knew it was for the better to let him go, you were toxic, your relationship, if you can call it that, had been from the very start two years ago when you drunkenly slept with each other after a celebration party.
Since then it’s been one hell of a ride. Neither of you were very good at the whole relationship and communication thing, so naturally your relationship was based on an endless circle of being somehow happy, until one of you screwed up, you fought, left and ended up in each others bed minimum three days later.
Some might say this behavior exhausts but for the two of you it was what made things exciting and addicting.
His touch, his lips, his body, HE was addictive.
But since the last time you broke up, things had changed. Lando had gotten a new girlfriend, something that made you mad as hell.
He knocked on your door last night, storming in and pinning you to the wall before violently attacking your lips with his.
But that wasn’t what made you mad, this was a rather regular occurrence any time one of you got a new partner. What made you mad was that when he woke up the next morning he didn’t stay like he usually would. He jumped out of bed, calling the previous night a 'mistake' and something that 'shouldn’t have happened'. On top of that he blamed you.
Naturally that resulted in your neighbors, once again, hearing a thirty minute screaming match which ended in you kicking Lando out of your door with the words "Don‘t ever call me or knock on my door again, especially not when you realize she can’t give you what you want!!" "I promise I won’t!!" "Oh you are a lying traitor!!".
You hated that even though he was gone for good now, he still wouldn’t leave your mind.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Fast forward to almost 10 months later. Mason, your very nice colleague picked you up from your office. You met on one of your threehundreds of awkward blind dates your friend had arranged, finding out that you actually worked for the same company. However that didn’t make the date any less awkward, because you mostly talked about work. But at least you kind of found a good friend now. You haven’t spoken to Lando since that night. To be perfectly honest, you didn’t think he actually wouldn’t come back.
"Hey, ready for that coffee?", he smiled.
You grabbed your bag and joined Mason. Together you walked to the cafe you‘ve been going to ever since the first time. You noticed he was a bit nervous for some reason, but you didn’t dare ask why, deep down you didn’t care but you wouldn’t admit that to yourself of anyone.
"Two latte‘s to go, please", Mason placed your order. While you waited you pulled out your phone to check some new messages from your friends.
"Lando Norris spotted with yet another model", Mason read the most recent headline when he opened twitter. "Can you believe that guy, huh?", he huffed.
"I bet she’s got blue eyes", you huffed and shook your head when Mason showed you a picture of the blonde girl with blue eyes who basically looked like your clone. "Predictable." "What?", Mason asked confused. "Oh nothing, I happen to know all his girls literally look the same", you fake smiled but thankfully Mason didn’t notice. For some reason he didn’t know about Lando and you when you met and you were rather happy about keeping it that way.
Sure Lando and you never paraded each other around on Instagram, you never actually were together long enough to feel comfortable with announcing your situationship, but you have been spotted together multiple times in the paddock or at parties.
Mason didn’t need to know about the boy who still kept you up some nights.
Your coffees were placed in front of you, making you look up and hesitate for a second. "Here you go", the waiter smiled and for a few seconds you saw Lando in front of you.
The dark brown curls, the green eyes and lord that smile, it reminded you of him.
"Thanks", Mason replied on your part and grabbed the coffees. "You good?", he asked. You simply nodded, still a little in your thoughts.
"Okay good because I’ve been wanting to ask you something", he said, glancing to you. "Hmm?"
"We‘ve been going on these take out coffee dates for almost 10 months now, and I remember how beautiful our first one was, the blind date. So I’ve been wondering, would you like to be my girlfriend?", Mason asked, glancing down at you to catch your reaction.
You looked at him with a blank face and simply nodded. "Uh-hmm", you muttered, your mind still some place elsewhere, more specifically at one of yours and Lando‘s good nights, with his head between your thighs.
"That’s great!", Mason called happily and brought you into a hug.
"Uh-hmm."
"I think we should go out tonight and celebrate this!", Mason spoke excitedly, pressing a kiss to your temple.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Mason told you to invite a few friends as he did the same so you decided to ask your two best friends to come. And same as you, they were never one to turn down an invitation to a night out.
"So, you’ve been acting a little weird ever since we’ve been here", Mia pointed out, taking a sip from her drink. "Mason asked me to be his girlfriend", you dryly replied, making Mia almost spit out her drink again and Laura shockingly turn her head towards you.
"What?!!", they called in unison. You nodded, taking another sip of your drink. "Well, did you say yes?", Laura pressed, both hers and Mia’s eyes staring you down intensely.
"Uh-hmm", you gave the same answer as to Mason a few hours prior. "That’s- uh great", Mia stuttered over her words for a bit. Her and Laura look each other before Mia looked away.
"Fine, if you won’t say it I will. Finally!!! I’m so damn happy you finally completely moved on from Lando and found someone who treats you better than that piece of junk", Laura started rambling and just in that moment your eyes locked with the devil Laura has been talking and you’ve been thinking about.
No fucking hell. That couldn’t be true.
How can it happen that after 10 months of not running into Lando once while clubbing, toady was the day where it happened?
"We both weren’t great in that relationship", you muttered, slightly defending Lando without even meaning to, your eyes still locked with his.
An arm wrapping around your waist pulled you out of the staring contest. "Hey babe", Mason whispered in your ear and placed a sweet kiss to your temple. You internally cringed at the nickname and the rotting sweet gesture.
Laura’s eyes sparkled at the sight of you, while Mia caught your annoyed looking gaze. She was always the one who understood you and Lando the most out of all of your friends. Maybe because she was such a sweet and genuine human that she believed both of you could change for each other or probably she simply understood how attached you grew to each other that no matter what, that bond wouldn’t break.
And judging from the fact how Lando and you captivated each other just moments ago, that bond also didn’t break in the last 10 months apart.
"We’ll go take a smoke, you wanna come?", Laura asked but you shook your head. Ever since the whole thing with Lando started you never touched a cigarette again. He didn’t like it, it was unhealthy and being with someone who doesn’t smoke made you smoke less as well, until you stopped completely.
"You should really enjoy life a little again", Laura replied, knowing your reasons to quit smoking.
"Maybe I’ve just come to the realization that I don’t need to poison my lungs to enjoy life", you simply answered, rolled your eyes and turned away.
"Can you get me something to drink?", you asked Mason who was still gently rubbing your waist, actually only wanting to bring some distance between the two of you. "Uh yeah sure, what do you want?", he asked. "Just bring me anything", you replied, stepping out of his embrace as a sign for him to get going.
He nodded and turned around but not before placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You cringed internally.
"Y/n?", his voice suddenly spoke behind you, making your whole body freeze. Lando’s hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you in, something he did quite often when you were 'together'. "What are you doing here?", he whispered and you immediately felt your legs weakening. You had no idea why your body immediately reacted to him and you hated yourself for it.
Lando only smirked when he noticed you wobbling a little and gripped your waist tighter. "Missed me?", he muttered, placing a gentle kiss on your exposed shoulder, making your eyes flutter and your body lean back into his.
"300 days later and you still react to my touch like that", he smirked.
"He really can’t give it to you properly, I can see that from the way he was holding you", Lando snorted, making fun of Mason and you didn’t feel the slightest need to defend your boyfriend because you knew Lando was right.
"You shouldn’t", you warned Lando before hearing someone clear their throat behind you.
Lando dropped his hand from your waist and his gaze darkened when he saw Mason standing behind you
Said boy pulled you into a possessive hug.
"Hey, babe", he smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple before handing you your drink.
You sniffed before realizing it was Vodka Coke. A smirk made its way on Lando’s face when he saw your drink and your reaction. You knew he knew that you hated Coke.
"And you are?", Mason let his eyes wander to the curly headed boy in front of you. "Lando", he muttered, ignoring Mason who held out a hand for him to shake. "Okayyy", Mason whispered. "You wanna dance?", he then turned to you. You simply nodded and accepted his hand that led you into the crowd of people.
Mason pulled you in, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Isn’t that the guy with all of those girls?", he asked, leaning closer to your ear so you’d understand his words over to loud music.
"Lando Norris, yes", you nodded, interwinding your fingers behind Mason’s head. "Do you know each other?"
Flashbacks of Lando and you floated your mind. Driving along the French Riviera in his McLaren, the occasional stop to get in a quickie, or the sneaking away from his engineers to meet in his drivers room. And finally, him peacefully sleeping next to you on that one damned night, his curls a mess on his head, his torso bare with a few red marks on his back from your activities before and his beautiful eyes shut.
"No", you simply replied before placing your lips on Mason’s to get him to stop asking questions.
Mason more than happily gave in, letting his hand wander down to your ass, gently rubbing it. You kissed him harder, wanting him to be a little bit rougher as well, to firmly grab you and not just delicately touch you.
But instead he backed off.
"Woah, what’s gotten into you today? This is totally not like you!", he stated with a confused smile, which made you even angrier. Of course this was like you, he just didn’t know you well enough.
"I’ll be in the restroom for a second", you rolled your eyes before leaving him standing alone in the middle of the dance floor.
You pushed open the heavy door to the women’s restroom, being thankful that no one was there before putting your hands on the marble counter and leaving your head hanging.
Until the locking of the main door made your head shoot up. And to be perfectly honest, you half expect him to follow you in here.
"What happened to your newest toy?", Lando smirked, leaning against the now closed door. You rolled your eyes and didn’t reply.
Lando pushed himself off the door and walked closer to you until he stood directly behind you, looking at you through the mirror. "Don’t roll your eyes at me, baby", he warned.
"Now tell me what happened to that guy? Realized he couldn’t give you want you want?", Lando smirked, quoting your words from the night you last saw each other. You shook your head, not wanting to give into him.
"Come on baby, I saw your face. You didn’t like the gentle touches in the middle of a club dance floor, admit it!", he dared you.
"'Newest toy', what do you think of me? That I slept around with everyone that was in a 1 mile radius of me?", you ignored his words and stared at him through the mirror.
"Did you think I didn’t see you? There were flashing lights", you huffed. "Maybe I wanted you to see me and please baby, don’t play all innocent", he whispered, still standing behind you but coming dangerously close now.
"At least I had the decency to keep my nights out of sight unlike you!!", you called.
"Oh baby, don’t you think I‘ve heard the rumors? About your hips…", Lando stepped forward and let his hands trailed over your hips, "and thighs…", he let them wander further down to your thighs, gently rubbing the exposed skin. You let out a sigh at the familiar feeling and closed your eyes in pleasure, "and those whispered sighs", he smirked and quickly turned you around before lifting you up on the bathroom counter.
"Exactly rumors", you breathed, before he smashed his lips on yours.
Lando’s hands immediately grabbed your legs, opening them so he could stand between them. Then they went to your waist to pull you in closer.
Lando groaned at the feeling of you finally back in his arms.
His hands kept scanning over your body, squeezing your boobs which made you throw your head back and let out a deep moan.
"Been waiting to get my hands on you again for so long, baby," he breathed heavily, speaking into your skin as his fingers fumbled open the top of your blouse. His lips trailed over your exposed chest and stopped just under your collarbone, sucking the fragile skin between his lips.
"You’re saying you missed me?", you teased, trying hard to push the words out before another moan interrupted you. Lando grinned and ripped open the buttons of the white silk blouse, allowing your tits to spill out.
Lando swore he could come from that sight alone. "You're so gorgeous," he muttered, more to himself than to you, before looking back into your eyes.
His lips attacked yours again while his large hand worked your bra covered boobs.
Your eyes fluttered, feeling that all too familiar ache in your core while the large size of his palm against you, made you think of those thick, veiny fingers between your thighs.
Your hips pressed against his, feeling his hard cock against you, making you smirk.
Lando's eyes darkened as you ground yourself against him, faster, harder. His one hand tightening around your waist and his head falling forward on your shoulder.
"Admit it, darling", you whispered into his ear. You could tell me was holding back a moan, his restraint hanging by a thread, and every move you made threatened to break that thread.
You wanted to make him snap, an evil smirk brightening on your face as you moved your hips faster.
While he closed his eyes, you took the opportunity to fiddle with the metal belt around his hips, opening it along with the button and zipper of his jeans.
"Can’t wait, can you, you desperate little whore", Lando smirked, watching you push down his jeans and slide your hands inside his boxers to grab his cock.
Lando's head fell back with a groan as you started pumping his hard cock.
"Missed your hands, darling", he groaned, holding on to your waist tighter when you trailed your finger over his swollen tip before pulling your hand back, tracing them down his abdomen.
"Please, Lan", you begged, knowing your whispered words would make him weak. But he’s been playing this game just as long as you were.
His fingers slipped under the hem of your skirt, quickly stroking up to your clothed core. A heavy moan escaped your mouth.
Lando caressed the inside of your thighs while his lips traced down your neck, leaving a few marks here and there.
His finger pushed your laced thong to the side before lightly gracing your pussy, making your hips buckle into his hands. "Lan-", you moaned. An evil smirk spread on his face. "Now who’s desperate?", Lando whispered, repeating the action twice, pulling away way too quickly.
"I hate you", you breathed, throwing your head back before grabbing his wrist and holding it in place.
Lando shook his head but finally gave in and dipped the tip of his finger inside you. Your grip on his wrist tightening. "M-more", you slightly pleaded, trying your best not to sound too desperate but failing miserably.
"I’ve missed watching you react to me like this, still the very same as the first day", he said, pushing a second finger inside you to stretch you out. A high pitched moan left your throat and your hand let go of his wrist to grip the edge of the marble counter.
His lips were still traveling along your half exposed upper body, one hand pulling down your left bra cup, making your boob spill out before he took your nipple between his lips.
"Lando- I-", you moaned loudly, thanking heaven that he locked the door when he came in and gripping the counter tighter, your knuckles almost turning white.
He pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine at the feeling of emptiness, before you felt his hand trying to get your thong off. You lifted your hips a little to help him, watching as he pushed your underwear in the back pocket of his trousers.
"You should see yourself, darling", Lando smirked mockingly, his fingers being welcomed by her glistening pussy as he traced them along your slit.
"So desperate for me", he cooed, watching your eyes close and a frown forming on your forehead as you moaned.
"It’s funny how eager you are for everything I give you, baby", he chuckled humorless. "You won't call for months and now you want my cock inside of you?"
You whimpered at his words, all while he slowly inserted his finger inside you again.
"Lando- oh my- please", you continued whimpering and pleading, making Lando smirk. "What is it, baby? You're gonna have to tell me exactly what you want, you know how this works", he cooed into your ear.
He was teasing and you knew that, you have experienced it multiple times before. You didn’t want to give into him but damn his long thick fingers and how they felt inside you. You mind already playing images of him fucking you till you’re nothing but a whimpering mess.
"C’mon", Lando demanded firmly. "You've always been mouthy with me, even earlier, so why are you being quiet now, huh?"
"Lan- lando please, more", you whined, while moving your hips on his finger to get some sort of relief. "I just need more, please", you begged slightly, your eyes closed and not wanting to look at the winning smirk on Lando’s face.
"But you already have a boyfriend, mylady", Lando reminded you with an evil grin. You shook your head, the mess of your hair whipping around. "N-no", you tried to deny as he added a second finger.
"Just wanna cum, please- fuck!", you muttered as Lando curled his fingers inside you.
Lando, completely ignoring you, continued with his question. "What more could you possibly want?"
"I want your cock- so bad, just fill me up- fuck, Lando- fuck me, please- I-", you begged, your eyes tired but glistening in desperation and lust. "Jus’ wanna- want you to fuck me hard and fill- uhh- I wanna be full with you please, please Lando", at this point you didn’t even care anymore that you sounded like a desperate slut.
You’ve gone 10 months without seeing Lando in person, of course you had your fair share of fucks but you couldn’t pretend that any of them came even close to pleasuring you the way Lando was able to.
"Such a needy girl", he tsked before wiping you tears away, that you didn’t even notice had started falling down your cheeks. You clenched around Lando’s fingers, loving the way his voice sounded in your ear.
"Oh you want to cum?", Lando looked at you with a devious smile. "Do you think you deserve that?" Before you could reply, you felt his lips pressing against yours, his tongue gliding between your lips without being met with a lot of resistance.
He hummed in satisfaction, tasting the alcohol from the drink you previously had on your mouth before he pulled away, only to let his tongue trail from your lips, over your neck and down to your chest as he sucked on your skin, leaving a dark purple mark on your breast. You were too far gone to realize anything until the sudden bite of Lando's teeth on your nipple shocked you out of your daydream.
"I asked you a question, baby", Lando hummed, licking over your hardened nipple. You blinked down at him, seeing a little blurry. "W-what?"
His grin was wickedly evil as he looked up at you. "Aw, poor baby's already going cock dumb and I haven't even fucked you yet." Your cheeks heated but didn’t give you time to reply before slamming his cock inside you.
You gasped loudly, grabbing the back of his neck for leverage and letting out a strangled cry as Lando continued to fuck into you at high speed.
There was truly no one who could fill you up like he did.
The sound of his hips clashing against yours and both of your strangled moans were the only thing left to hear in the restroom. You felt your pussy clench around Lando’s cock, making him moan into your shoulder. He moved his fingers from rubbing the side of your waist to your clit, touching the already sensitive bundle of nerves and rubbing it as you cried out.
"God! Fuckin- hell- ohh!"
"I think God is the last person to help you right now, darling", Lando chuckled but got interrupted by a moan as your walls clenched around him again. You felt yourself nearing your orgasm with every rock of his hips.
"Fuck, baby you’re so tight", he moaned. "You have no idea how much I missed this tight fucking hole, perfectly clenching around my cock like this- ohh", Lando spoke in a light whisper, rubbing eight figures on your clit.
Your legs shook as you felt your orgasm approaching, your walls tightening. "Fuck, Lando, I- shit, I- I’m cumming!", you let out a breathy moan once more before clenching one last time. Your vision going blurry while your pussy kept throbbing around his cock.
"Lando, please I need-", you winced at the oversensitivity when he kept pounding into you. "Time", you breathed through a moan, gripping the back of his neck tighter as you felt another orgasm approaching. All while Lando never stopped fucking into you even when you came for a second time in a row.
The overstimulation leaving you as a sobbing mess. "Lan- lando, it’s too much! I- I can’t- fuck! 'm cumming, Lando-", you cried, tears streaming down your face, you head falling forward on his chest, not having the ability to keep it upright anymore.
"Yeah? You’re cumming again?", Lando mocked you, rocking his hips a bit slower.
"But I missed you so much, haven’t you missed me?"
"I- missed you- fuck! So much- so fucking much", you cried, your walls repeatedly clenched around his cock.
"Fuck! Lando!", you called pathetically when he started to pick up his pace again and relentlessly started hammering inside you, chasing his own orgasm.
You couldn’t do anything apart from moan, cry and clench around him, feeling another orgasm approaching as well.
"Shit- I’m so close", Lando groaned as a whisper, pulling you closer to him and placing his lips on yours. "I’m cumming- baby- I’m-", he whispered against your lips. Your body already going limp against his as you felt him filling you up with his cum.
A deep and breathy moan left his lips as he slowed down his pace. You felt the sticky liquid dropping out of you and running down the inner side of your leg.
Lando whipped it up with his finger and held it in front of your mouth. Without hesitation you took his finger inside your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and closing your eyes at the taste of his cum on your lips.
Lando gently rocked his hips again, making you whine. "Not again, Lando- please I- I need a minute", you winced, feeling way too overstimulated after cumming so many times in a row.
"Shh, baby it’s okay, just tryna fuck my cum back into you, to make sure it stays there until I can go back inside you again", he reassured you, before slowly pulling out, making you gasp and wince at the feeling of emptiness.
Exhausted you placed your head on his chest and closed your eyes while he held your waist.
"So did you find something greater in all those models’ beds?", you said with a dumbfound smirk forming on your lips, your mind still hazy while trailing your fingers over his bare chest. You felt his chest vibrating as he laughed and shook his head with a smirk. "Oh baby, I think you know exactly that nothing compares to you!"
You chuckled and lifted your head as he reached over to the paper towels and started cleaning your inner leg up a little. "What do we do now?", you asked, a hint of insecurity in your voice, as the reality of your situation came crushing down on you. "Well, I for damn hope you won’t go back to that milk boy", Lando chuckled, reaching for his belt to close his trousers again after tucking his cock away.
You stayed silent, your blouse still halfway open, your body too tired to move. Lando looked into your eyes before reaching to cover you up again. "You wanna come to mine?", he asked while closing the last button of your blouse.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Getting out of the club without Mason seeing you turned out easier than expected, however something you didn’t expect were people hanging around in front of the monegasque nightclub.
As soon as you opened the door, you already heard yours and Lando’s name being called and saw at least ten phones recording you.
Well, now Mason knows anyway, you thought while Lando grabbed your hand tighter and pulled you to his car quickly. Both of you waved a few times while passing the fans but stayed silent for the short walk. Lando opened the door for you before jogging around to get to the drivers side.
You snuggled into the seat of his familiar car, that wore his familiar scent and when Lando started up the car, he put his familiar hand on your thigh. You took a deep breath, you might be toxic but how damn good does this familiarity feel? It might just cancel the bad parts out.
Lando’s fingers drew circles on your thigh and he smirked when he noticed you opening your legs a little bit wider, an invitation to move his fingers up further.
His hand scooted up, pushing the material of your tight miniskirt away and gently tracing along your inner thighs.
"Baby careful or you’ll ruin the seat", he whispered sarcastically. He didn’t give a damn if you actually did and you knew that because this wouldn’t be the first time it happened.
"Lando-", you quietly whimpered when you felt his fingers come dangerously close to your core, still feeling the sensitivity of the multiple orgasms he had given you merely twenty minutes ago, but backed off just before touching you. "Shhh, baby", he spoke, keeping his eyes on the road while entering the tip of his finger.
Your eyes fluttered shut and you sunk down the seat a little. Without having to see, you knew Lando was smiling.
He pushed his finger further inside and immediately followed up with a second one. You quietly moaned at the pleasure.
"Already so fucking wet for me, baby", he spoke. "My good girl", he purred moving his finger faster inside you.
You moaned at his words and the way his fingers stretched you, making you see stars. "L-lando-", you whispered but got interrupted by another moan when he scissored his fingers. Your eyes shot open and you grabbed his arm tighter, your fingers most likely leaving marks on his skin.
You started moving your hips up to meet his fingers, chasing your own release in the passenger seat of Lando’s sports car.
But Lando suddenly slowed down and almost pulled his fingers out of you completely leaving you empty and whining. "L-lando - plea - ahh- please, baby", you couldn’t form proper sentences while his fingers traced your clit.
"Shh, no baby, you’re not coming until we’re home", he gently whispered, making you furrow your brows. He slid both fingers back inside you and picked his pace up again, making you gasp before an idea came to your head.
You let go of his arm and reached over the middle console and started palming the slight bulge in his trousers.
Now it was his turn to let out a surprised gasp. "You are playing a dangerous game, baby", he muttered, gripping the steering wheel tighter. You simply giggled and squeezed his clothed cock through his pants.
Lando twisted his fingers inside you, making you stop your movements and close your eyes. You hectically tried opening up his belt and trousers before sliding your hand inside his boxers, stroking over his tip that was already leaking pre cum.
"Baby-, I’m driving remember", he rasped, his finger still moving inside you but your main focus now laid on his cock in your hands. "It’s not like this is the first time", you breathed and started pumping his cock.
You could see how much he was fighting to close his eyes, which made a sadistic smirk form on your lips.
Because you were too focused on him, you didn’t see that you were already in front of Lando’s apartment.
He slid his fingers out of you and pushed your hands off him as well. "Let’s go!", he sternly said, getting out of the car and walking towards the entrance of his apartment building already, his trousers still opened.
You smirked and left the car as well, hurrying behind him. As soon as you got to the elevator, Lando reached for your hips and smashed his lips on yours again.
His hands moved to your ass and squeezed it playfully.
When you heard the familiar bling of his apartment elevator, he didn’t even look. Lando just moved you backwards out of the elevator, still kissing you. You fumbled his key out of the back pocket of his jeans and opened the door as soon as you got there.
Lando grinned and pushed you against the door to open it up completely before attacking your lips once again, kicking the door shut with his foot.
"Where you wanna go?", he muttered between kisses and moans. "Here is fine", you said breathlessly and pointed to the couch. Lando smirked, remembering what had happened on this couch, remembering catching you making out with a random dude after one of your fights.
"Was it over when he unbottoned your blouse?", Lando smirked, opening your blouse button for button, before pushing it off your body.
You smirked when you realized where he was getting at. But two could play that game, you had also caught him with a random girl on his exact couch.
"Was it over when she laid down on your couch?", you replied with the same smirk, only standing in your lace underwear and walking backwards to sit down on his couch.
Lando moved closer in only his trousers. He placed his strong arms on either side of your head and leaned down so his lips were almost touching yours.
"Was it ever really over?"
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And the Living Will Envy the Dead: Snippet
This is a snippet from another scene taking place in the distant future from Tom's POV. And it's surprisingly fluffy))
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Impatience wrapped around his throat like an unyielding noose. At first, Tom kept adjusting his collar, wondering if Rosalia misstepped this time and selected something of the wrong size. As far as the design, the colours, and the material were concerned, however, this outfit was a favourite, and wearing anything else was out of question when Harry was supposed to return at last.
Three months, and not even in Britain — in Germany. Unacceptably, intolerably far.
If it wasn’t for Harry’s ridiculous rule of no contact during recruitment, their separation wouldn’t have to be this lengthy. Tom had agreed to it as a display of courtesy, but after the endless bleakness of the last twelve weeks, things would have to change. Principles meant nothing when they caused more inconveniences than they brought benefits.
The loosening of the collar did not bring the anticipated relief, so eventually, Tom was forced to concur that the problem had taken root in his head. And the name of this problem had five misleadingly insignificant letters in it.
Irritation began to sizzle, making it impossible for him to keep sitting. Tom stood up and checked the clock; then he conjured the time by himself, harbouring the irrational hope that his clock was broken. The smoky numbers remained unchanged, and he waved them away, his jaw tightening with annoyance.
Harry was supposed to be here ninety-three minutes ago. How long could it take someone to Apparate, even if they were abysmal at it?
Waiting was all he could do. His mind understood it, and just as equally, it rejected it. Measuring his reflection with one final look, Tom left the room and walked downstairs, to the headquarters. Rosalia, Cadmus, and Augustus were inside, locked into a conversation he had no interest in, at least not at the moment.
“Is he back yet?” Tom asked, ignoring the way the three of them instantly stood up. It was an entirely redundant question — if Harry returned, he would have never set foot inside Tom’s headquarters. Another rule that made no sense, but then Harry frequently didn’t. Still, he had to ask. To indulge the restless part of him that was willing to shred his skin and escape it to seek Harry out on its own.
A layered silence answered his inquiry. Tom’s eyes narrowed, and Cadmus hastened to clear his throat.
“He isn’t, my lord,” he uttered. “Not that we know of.”
“Inform me if you see him.”
He turned to leave, but in that very moment, Rosalia’s magic made a desperate lunge for him. It was harmless, just a greedy uncontrolled attempt to hold onto him, but Tom’s already dark mood plummeted further down. Disgust buzzed under his skin, and his magic rose up in one crushing wave, disintegrating Rosalia’s energy into the tiniest particles, rendering them even more useless.
A pained gasp broke the silence. Everyone else froze. Slowly, Tom turned to face them again, his stare stopping at Rosalia.
“And what was that supposed to be?” he asked. “Are you a dog in heat? Has the word ‘self-control’ escaped your dictionary entirely this time?”
Rosalia flushed. With her red face and blond curls, she reminded Tom of Harry’s revolting cousin, and his fingers itched with the need to invoke some graver magic.
“I— apologise,” she stammered. Her wavering voice made her sound like an even more pitiful version of herself, and Tom inhaled slowly, willing himself to be patient. Alienating Harry after their separation was not a good idea — although this was Rosalia, so perhaps Harry wouldn’t mind. “I just wanted to urge you to consider changing the entrance wards. It’s not right that he can walk inside whenever he feels like it. I know about your… arrangement… but there is no need to grant him free access. He could ask for permission when he wants to visit and we would—”
“He has my permission,” Tom interrupted her. The darkness of his voice instantly shut her up. “For today. For the next week. For a decade from now. He will never have to ask for it because he has it indefinitely. Is that clear enough to you?”
Rosalia nodded, dropping her head — alas, too late. Frustration that had been gnawing on Tom was beginning to zero in on her, blinding him to anything but the sudden craving for her screams. The cloud of violence descended, and this time, he didn’t want to fight it.
He needed a distraction. This one was as good as any.
The first vibrations of magic trembled through his body, filling his blood with power, power, more power — the power that would need an outlet. That would remind Rosalia of where her place was and what matters she was allowed to discuss — and which ones she should never open her mouth to comment on.
His wand slipped into his hand, the power purring at the sight of horror that twisted Rosalia’s and Cadmus’ faces. Only Augustus remained impassive, although he lowered his eyes as well, his shoulders drooping submissively.
A hundred different words danced on the tip of his tongue. The energy poured into every cell of his, bursting with the need to be directed, and Tom was about to oblige when a subtle breeze shot through the wards.
It could be nothing. It could be an actual breeze slipping through one of the open windows, but he knew, he knew there was more to it.
Harry was back.
A shudder of want thundered through him. Excitement and anticipation pushed out every previous emotion from his mind, and it took an impossible effort to keep himself still instead of Apparating in the direction from which he sensed Harry’s presence.
“Augustus,” he barked, “remind Rosalia of the scope of her responsibilities. After your lesson, I expect that she will keep her mouth shut on the matters that don’t concern her.”
From the corner of his eye, he noticed reluctance sliding over Augustus’ face. This was surprising — Augustus had always been the most eager to punish the other followers, but right now, Tom didn’t have time to ponder on it. Without saying another word, he Apparated into his office, and his heart did its usual little stumbling when his eyes stopped at Harry.
Tom’s sudden appearance must have startled him because Harry jumped, dropping the metal statue of the snake he was holding. It landed on his foot, and he jumped again, this time looking even more alarmed.
How such a stunning duellist and a brilliant Quidditch player could be so clumsy was a mystery Tom hadn’t solved yet. Affection bloomed in his chest, a seed that instantly bore its fruits — a split of a second, and the fire of it consumed him entirely.
“Hey,” Harry said, an awkward smile lighting up his face. “That’s one ugly snake. Where did you—”
Tom didn’t let him finish. He eliminated the grating distance between them in two large steps, grabbed Harry by his waist, and kissed him, swallowing the words that were about to be said, not allowing him a moment to draw in another breath. He kissed him, and his world exploded with the half-forgotten brightness again.
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Distance
A Chevalier Michel fanfiction. Approx. 3000 words. This scene takes place in Chapter 14 of the main route and is told from Chevalier’s POV. Part 14 of a series.
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Chevalier glared at the report as if his icy disdain might change the words there.
“It’s an uprising in your own lands. Embarrassing, isn’t it?” Clavis almost seemed gleeful. “They’ve taken the border fort and set up blockades on the road. The villagers are supplying them with food and other resources.”
“Shut up.” Everything Clavis said was already clear on the page. He didn’t need to hear it spoken aloud.
Clavis smiled thinly. “What are you going to do?”
“What I must.” Chevalier stood. “Make the arrangements.”
“Already done.”
Chev nodded. His brother was efficient at least. He left without another word, though his thoughts strayed. Emma.
His soldiers met him at the palace gates, their gazes as hard and cold as his own. They understood what would be needed. He gave them a grim smile. “We have a fort to retake.”
Another troop might have shouted with false bravado at his command, but not his men. There was no joy to be taken from this battle. Only duty. They saluted, silent as the grave, and then followed Chevalier as he rode through the dark streets toward the northwestern territories. His lands, his people. His fight.
He glanced back at the palace just once. Was she asleep? Was she dreaming? Chevalier felt an odd ache in his chest at the thought of not seeing her in the days ahead. But the Belle had no place on a battlefield. He did not want her to see . . . Chev shook off the foolish thought, the memory of her gazing at him in fear. Her wide eyes and tear soaked lashes.
No.
There was bloody work to be done, and the opinions of one naive girl could not - would not - change that. It did not matter if the Belle saw the Brutal Beast or no. There was no place in duty for such considerations. And if it made her fear him again, well, perhaps that was for the best. He cloaked his heart with ice and rode on.
The village was in chaos when the knights arrived. Desperate attempts to fortify it against the inland road clashed with loyalists trying to dismantle the same barriers. The fort itself sat in the distance, all gates closed and barred.
Chevalier knew Black would try to negotiate. Talk them down. Take weeks, perhaps months to determine who the guilty parties were. And such gentle tactics would leave traitors seeded in the midst of the citizens, cowards as well, waiting for the next moment a betrayal would be to their advantage. He would brook no such delays, nor imperfect results.
“First secure the village,” he called. His knights slammed fist to shield and then split off into their separate companies, each led by a handpicked commander. Chev’s personal guards stayed close to him as he rode into the fray.
As expected, the commoners put up little real fight. When presented with a professional soldier in opposition, most surrendered. Others tried to fight back, organizing badly equipped sorties. Those died fighting, their efforts more nuisance than dangerous. The real battle was with the traitor soldiers. Some hid in the houses, attacking when the knights least expected it. Chevalier’s troops spent days clearing the village building by building. Days of bloodshed and misery.
Attempts to negotiate were met with failure. The traitors seemed to have no unified demands. Mostly, they were just angry. Angry at the sacrifices they’d made for their country. The loss of loved ones, dreams of hearth and family fading as duty claimed their youth, living through the pain of past wounds. An ache in their hearts that turned to poison. And the second prince had an idea of how deep that poison went.
Chevalier faced it with the unshakeable certainty that he was protecting Rhodolite. His life, the lives of his knights, and the life of any villager were forfeit to the greater good. Even if sometimes it was hard to hold to that vision when covered in the blood and filth of a battlefield. The peaceful future he worked toward felt distant and impossible.
Grim resolve kept him advancing. The knowledge that any other action would only lead to more death and despair. But, he found an odd thought filling his mind in the midst of the chaos. Emma. Her gentle smile and playful gaze. The kindness in her, and the strength of her heart.
Foolish. What was the value of one woman’s life that it should settle his soul in the midst of this slaughter? And yet. He did not chase her from his thoughts.
Support arrived from the capitol just as the fortress broke. The traitors spilled from the gates, hungry and desperate. Chevalier’s knights met them just outside the village in another wave of carnage. The slaughter was less one-sided this time, as their enemies were well equipped. Professional soldiers with arms and armor, fighting with all the determination of cornered rats.
The village would be in the Clown’s deft hands, leaving Chevalier free to focus on what mattered. He gazed out at the battle, the fort, and the border beyond. At the edge of the fighting, he noticed a familiar mop of unruly red hair. Jumbo. Why had he stirred himself to - “Oh.” The sound left him in a sudden exhalation. An irrational response he tamped down with a grimace.
“Stay here.” He motioned to the knights at his side as he rode toward his youngest brother. Jumbo stood beside the Belle, his usual lackadaisical smile missing. Chevalier scowled. He could not imagine what madness infected his brothers. To bring the Belle here, to a dangerous place. Her life - her duty - was at risk. And while he cursed the Clown and Four Eyes for allowing this, he also cursed himself. This was a possibility he should have anticipated.
“What are you doing in a place like this,” he growled. Chevalier dismounted with a leap and strode toward the two.
The Belle was staring at him, he realized. Her eyes were wide with horror and disgust. Blood soaked the hem of her skirt and stained her hands and the slip of paper she clutched in them.
It took Chevalier a moment to realize there was a body at her feet. A knight. And not just any of his troops. The fallen man was one of his scouts. “Ah . . . so he is dead.” He took the scrap of bloodied paper from Emma’s hand, knowing it was for this that his scout died. “He seems to have been of some use.”
Emma’s expression crumpled as if she were about to cry. She didn’t understand what he meant - that this death had meaning and purpose. That this knight served a greater good, and this sacrifice mattered. She only heard the cold, flat tone of Chev’s voice. But she didn’t cry. Her jaw firmed and she looked the prince right in the eye. “This man was one of your knights, wasn’t he?”
“Indeed.” Chevalier watched her, curious whether or not she could see the death as he did. Or if she would fall to simple emotion.
“Th-then -”
“Don’t bother saying something foolish, like ‘You should mourn the dead’.” Chevalier interrupted. Grief was a pointless emotion. It could not return the dead to you, nor ease the sense of loss. What mattered was ensuring the death meant something. That this loss, and the loss of every soldier that died in this action, protected Rhodolite.
“I . . . I . . .” The Belle stammered, uncertainty taking the words from her lips.
Chevalier gripped the bloodied paper, his knuckles white beneath his gloves. “I have no use for the dead. And once someone is no longer useful, that is that.”
Her eyes widened further, conflict playing out in her horrified expression. Emma’s mouth opened once. Twice. The third time, she managed to speak, her voice cracking under the weight of the tears she refused to shed. “Don’t you have a shred of humanity in your heart?”
Part of him wanted to reassure her, but that would be a lie. An unnecessary lie. It was better for her to understand what he was. A man that forsook his own heart, the right to his own feelings, and replaced them with the logic and reason needed to protect the country. Not individuals, as no one man or woman was Rhodolite. But the whole. He could not allow himself to mourn one dead man. Nor even a hundred. “I have no need of such a thing,” Chevalier replied with an icy calm.
Jumbo watched, his mouth pressed to a grimace of disapproval. Something hard and angry glinted in his gaze.
“Take the simpleton and go home at once.” Chevalier gave the order without shifting his gaze from the Belle. She wilted, her shoulders falling. Soon she would cry, he thought. He finally looked up at the red head. “If you want to join the mountain of corpses, that’s a different story.”
“Chevalier. You . . .” Jumbo’s fists clenched at his sides.
Chev didn’t wait to see if his warning hit home nor whether his orders were followed. After this, she would leave. She had to. There was no reason for her to stay. He mounted his horse and rode back to the battle. This little detour took him long enough, though at least he’d gathered the report his scout brought in. He ignored the feel of the Belle’s eyes on his back, the hurt betrayal in their depths. She would fear him now.
His chest tightened at the thought and Chevalier snorted, mocking himself. He was no lovestruck princeling. If he felt anything in this moment, it was only the strain of battle and the need to quickly end this fight with the anti-war faction before it brought greater consequences. A truth, if not the whole truth.
Pacifying the traitors in the fortress took days. The turn-coat soldiers fought well, but in the end, they could not stand against the Brutal Beast’s relentless assault. Days of violence, surrounded by blood and death. Chevalier felt no pride in the final moments of victory. The outcome was inevitable, delayed only by the number of bodies willing to throw themselves upon his blade.
He was exhausted, though it did not show.
Chevalier left his camp, eager for a moment alone. The cool evening breeze was a welcome respite. There was a small lake nearby, and at this hour it would be empty and peaceful. It was there that he turned his steps. As Chev crested a small rise, the lake spread out before him. The water was still, and in it he could see the reflected glory of the sunset. But he wasn’t alone. A small figure knelt on the rocky shore. One he regarded with a certain degree of incredulity. She was supposed to be gone. Home. Safe.
His eyes traced the curve of her neck, the sweep of her hair. That little stubborn piece that always escaped her bun hung now beside her ear, brushing the slope of her shoulder. Chevalier walked slowly, letting himself savor her presence before she noticed him. He knew she would be angry, her eyes accusing.. The Belle was supposed to see into the hearts of men, and he hoped she might see . . .
Perhaps that was the problem though. He was a beast without a heart. The useless organ discarded for his duty. The Belle could not read a page that was not there, no matter how clearly she saw.
“You’re very likely to be attacked if you wander alone in a place like this,” he said, finally drawing her attention to him.
She didn’t look up from her handwashing. Blood stained her cuffs, rolled to the elbows as they were. “Prince Chevalier. Why are you -”
“Just taking a little breather,” he admitted. His gaze drifted to her partially submerged hands. A jagged cut marred her skin, seeping blood into the cool lake waters. Chev reached for her over her squawk of surprise. He pulled her arm close enough to evaluate the wound. “You’re hurt. Did a patient scratch you?”
“No!” The Belle jerked her arm away from him with such violence that he didn’t consider trying to keep his grip on her. She was trembling, he realized.
A heavy weight pressed in on him as he held her gaze. “I was only examining the wound.” The explanation felt flat, pointless. Chevalier could still see the fear and revulsion in her eyes. A cloud of pain and anger over their clear depths.
“I’m sorry . . .” Her breath was shallow, her words barely audible.
“That’s why I told you.” He paused and took a steadying breath. A familiar coldness settled over him. “I’m not a decent human being. I am the Brutal Beast.” Chev saw the way her fingers curled into white-knuckled fists at her sides. “If you’re afraid, then run away. You don’t need to force yourself to be in my presence.”
For a moment, it seemed she would run. Her muscles tensed, a slight turn in her posture. And then she went still as her eyes filled with tears. Unable to hold back any longer, they slid wetly down her cheeks.
“You’re an eyesore.” He sighed, irritation creeping into his tone. She should have run. It would be better for her. But instead, she stood there weeping. For what? “It makes me want to give you something to really cry about.”
The Belle didn’t reply. Her hands shook as she wiped at the streaks on her face.
Chevalier searched for something to say, but he had no comfort to give. There was only the numbing cold inside him. And that pressure in his chest. He felt as if he could not breathe. Chev turned and walked away.
His steps led him to his tent, where he lay down on the uncomfortable cot. He could hear the sounds of his knights as they chatted beside their campfires. A quiet murmur, the crackle of the flames. Chevalier closed his eyes but he could not sleep. Emma surely hated him now. She understood what he was. Saw with her own eyes his unforgivable nature. Her tear-streaked face settled behind his eyelids.
Chevalier sat up and lit his lamp. A book would distract him. He pulled a book from his pack. The words washed over him, the characters taking life in the lines. But the unfolding drama of the enemies to lovers tale slipped away from him as his mind kept returning to Emma. He cursed himself for the foolishness of it.
After several attempts at distraction, Chev finally got up. He decided he would go check on her. Because of her injury. Which was surely why she haunted his thoughts. She was too much a fool to care for herself and he . . . he needed to make sure the Belle was safe and healthy. His duty, as a prince. The rationale was solid, even if he didn’t fully believe it.
Emma was settled in a village home for the night. Chevalier found her easily enough, the guards lounging outside her door were an easy giveaway. He nodded to them as he let himself in. A low fire burned in the kitchen hearth, giving the inside a dim red glow. He stepped into the open bedroom, his wintery gaze fixed on the bed along the far wall.
He could see her figure in the tangle of sheets, tossing and turning. Sweat-soaked and grimacing in the grip of nightmares, her sleep less than restful. Chevalier crossed the space with silent steps and knelt beside her bed. He took her arm with a careful grip, his touch gentle as he rolled up her nightgown sleeve. “As I expected. You didn’t even treat it.”
The jagged red wounds ran down her forearm, already swollen and warm to the touch. He took wound salve and bandages from his pocket. Chevalier didn’t note the small smile that lifted the corners of his lips as he applied the medicine with a tender touch and then bandaged her.
“N-no! Don’t . . . touch . . . me . . .” Emma cried out in her sleep.
The words hit Chev like a slap. He tied off the bandage and let go of her. Though he could not know what she dreamed of, he could well imagine. Sweat beaded her brow, her expression twisted with dismay as he watched in silence. Another heavy sigh left him. “You really are foolish.”
He wasn’t sure if those words were meant for her, or for himself. Chevalier took her hand in his, unsure what to do. In books, the charming prince would kiss away the nightmare. But he was no charming prince. He gave her hand a squeeze, hoping the slight pressure would calm her. It seemed to, as her expression relaxed again.
“You wouldn’t be having nightmares if you hadn’t come to the battlefield.”
Emma slept on, oblivious to his lecture.
Chevalier said nothing more as he held her hand. He kept ahold of her until he was sure her night terror had passed. She was still, her breathing even. Chev carefully prised his hand from hers and tenderly stroked a hand through her hair.
He wished . . . but wishes were meaningless. The prince left, closing the door quietly behind him.
“You’re sure kind to the Belle.” Clavis’ voice was teasing, his golden gaze full of barely leashed laughter. He raised an eyebrow, his smile widening as he glanced between the closed door and his brother. “Well well. What’s the meaning of this, hm?”
Chev regarded the third prince with icy disdain. “Not everything has to have meaning.”
Clavis nodded slowly as if thinking it over. “All right. Perhaps I misspoke. I thought surely you would have a reason though.”
“There is not.” Chevalier hoped this would be the end of it, but with Clavis . . . A moment of silence passed between them. “You are the one who treated her wound.”
A pale brow rose. “Oh? Is that the story we’re telling then?”
It was clear Clavis would not go along with this without explanation. Chev felt his jaw clench and then he sighed. This was not a battle worth fighting. “I’m well aware that my actions are nonsensical.” He held his brother’s gaze, willing him to accept this vague answer.
Clavis stared at him, his smile faltering for a heartbeat. Something akin to surprise flickered in his eyes.
A slight dip of his chin was all the confirmation Chevalier needed to turn and leave. He didn’t want to say more. Not to himself, much less to his brother. He needed to escape that knowing smirk. He needed distance. His steps were quick, graceful. Out into the dark and quiet night.
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I’ve been thinking about how daddy!toji would react/punishment reader if he found out that she opened one or more of her Christmas gifts early after telling her no numerous times.. probably even getting caught in the act
cause my impatience is unruly
thank you so much for literally all of your stories <3
I'm sorry this took so long, even after making it a valentines day gift it's still like a month after valentines day. Hopefully you'll consider it worth the wait!
CW: Spanking, light bondage, sensory play, bruising, marking... I think that covers it.
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Opening the top dresser drawer, you started to put away Toji's underwear. It was only a few days left until valentine's day and you were starting to get even a little anxious.
Toji said he had something planned. It wasn't really like him. He's not really a romantic by any means, and he doesn't really plan things either. Impulsiveness is much more his style, but he claimed to have something arranged. You begged for information, anything at all, but he refused to tell you. You even at least asked for information on what to wear, but he claimed to have that taken care of too.
You were excited, worried, nervous, anxious, scared, happy, surprised all rolled up into one ball of you.
Ever since he mentioned he had something planned your mind kept racing with all sorts of different ideas. Perhaps he managed to get a reservation at a nice restaurant. Maybe it was just him putting up with watching some romcoms with some ice cream. Maybe he was going to burn the house down attempting to cook. Maybe he'd be smart enough to order food and pretend he made it. Maybe he planned something more elaborate, like a scavenger hunt centered around places that mean something to the both of you.
Would he get you chocolates? Flowers? What types of flowers? Roses? Carnations? Tulips? Did he even know your favorite flower?
There were so many possibilities and! You. Knew. NOTHING.
You placed down another pair of Toji's underwear to tuck it away in the drawer when you noticed something hard to the touch underneath. You lifted the other pair of underwear and found a box that was wrapped in red wrapping paper.
Was this a Valentine's day present for you? Surely a peek couldn't hurt... You flipped over the rectangular box that was was a little bit shorter than the length of your hand. With extra caution, you dipped your nail under the tape, lifting it slightly to try not to ruin the wrapping paper. You barely managed to peel off the corner, a bit of the pattern sticking to the tape.
With the corner undone, you were able to slide the box out from the wrapping paper. It was white, with the word CRAVE on it in grey. Upon opening it, it revealed a gold sleek and long pendant. It was cylindrical and almost... Looked like a bullet.
"What are you doing?" Toji's voice startled you, making you drop everything onto the floor. When you turned around to face him, the color drained from your face. He was clenching his jaw, fists formed and knuckles turning white.
"I-I-I didn't mean to... I was just... Putting laundry away and then I felt something firm and when I looked it was the present and you've been so secretive about everything I just wanted a peek please Toji I'm so sorry!" You rambled finishing with a squeak as he walked up to you. His form towered over you, your head tilting up just to look at him. He got so close to you that you could feel his huffs on your face.
He squatted down, picking up the necklace and the contents of the box.
You raised your brows, shocked at Toji's actions considering his reaction. He was properly pissed, and you could tell. You knew he would never be violent towards you, but you also knew there was a reason he would always go to the gym after a fight.
"Did you like it at least?" He grumbled while standing back up and holding out the pendant and... USB cable in his hand.
"It's beautiful, but... What is it?" You wondered while picking it up, feeling a button under it. When your eyes met his again, you could see that sinister smile on his face. The scar at the corner of his lips stretched, his hand gripping onto the back of your neck. His lips pressed to your ear, the warm breath sending a tingling feeling along you.
"I'll show you as part of your punishment." He smiled, his teeth brushing the outer shell of your ear.
There you were, blindfolded and wrists tied together in front of you while completely naked. You felt his hand on the small of your back, guiding you somewhere until you felt your knees hit the bed frame. "Bend." He demanded. How could a single word make you so wet? The way he commanded had you squeezing your thighs together as you bent over with your forearms pushing onto the mattress and keeping you up. "All the way." He scolded, pushing the back of your head to have your face buried into the mattress.
There you were, squeezing your legs together again. His big hand nearly covered your entire cheek as he smoothed over your behind. His hand left the cheek and you tensed as you waited for impact. "You just couldn't wait, could you?" He placed his hand gently on your cheek again, smoothing over it before quickly lifting and slapping his hand against your skin.
It stung. It stung and you knew it was red. Instead of giving you a moment, he did it again and you yelped in response. "I'm going to make you wait." He sneered before groping your cheeks. You could feel his clothed legs behind you. His hands gripped your hips and he lifted you up forcing your knees onto the bed as he pushed you forwards with his hips. He slapped once, twice, three times. He slapped both cheeks until the were nice and red and warm.
His touch left you and you swore that he would spank you again. That wasn't what happened this time. This time, you could feel his thick and wet girth smooth over your right cheek. "Mmmm... Feels nice and warm." He hummed with you whimpering. It stung to the touch, but you were also so wet and aroused from the pleasure that came with the pain. He was already leaking, and you could tell, feeling the wetness smearing over your cheek.
"You don't get anything yet. You have to wait." He warned before you felt him pull away. The cool air in the room brushed over your behind, soothing it just a bit. It was nowhere near enough. You knew you would bruise and you knew it would be sore to sit for a while. There wasn't anything like welts, but you knew the burn and sting enough to know it would stay a while. Just as you were thinking about how it would hurt to sit, Toji slid his hands under your arms from what felt like in front of you. He dragged you along the bed, pulling you to the side before you felt his legs at your side.
He was moving you between onto him, your hair getting pulled and pinched by the dragging. You wish you could help, but it's not like you knew where to go. There was a blindfold on you, and your wrists were tied together. Unless he gave you instructions there wasn't much you could do. Your face was pressed to his chest, hard and flexed from moving you.
When it softened, you nuzzled into him. "I'm sorry." You whimpered.
"I forgive you, but that doesn't mean you can go without punishment." You could hear the smug smile on him. When he flipped you over, your behind started to ache. Your hair was stuck behind, so you tried to reach forwards a bit and wiggle until you found yourself comfortable once more. As you leaned forwards, you felt a cold chain placed around you but the long pendant was warm. It rested on your chest between your breasts and you wondered whether it was the gold necklace you had seen earlier. "One of the presents was this necklace." He lifted the pendant and took it off just as quickly as he had put it on. "But you see it's not just a necklace..." He slid something that felt like the pendant between your lower lips. It was still warm and hard as he rubbed it against your sensitive bundle of nerves, but a second later a little hum came on and the vibrations pushed against you.
You gasped at the new sensation, while you felt Toji's lips tugging on the lobe of your ear. He held the pendant vibrating against you as he continued to move along your neck. Each kiss he placed was accompanied by him sucking on the skin... More marks to match the ones you already had. Moans escaped your lips, the sensation intensifying quickly. Just as he reached your collar bone he made the vibrations more intense.
Muscles started tensing as you thrust your head back. Just as you took in one last inhale when you teetered on the edge... The vibrator turned off. "Did you really think I would let you cum that easily?" He grumbled into your ear before nibbling towards the top.
A groan that turned into a whine was released after the fifth time of not achieving orgasm. It was starting to make you wonder if you ever would. That being said, the necklace was proving to be a wonderful present... If only you could be the one controlling it.
"Toji please!" You begged. "Please let me cum! I'm sorry Toji, please!" You begged some more hoping he would finally hear your pleas.
"Hmmm..." You could feel the rumbling of his chest as he contemplated behind you. "I am starting to ache..."
"Yes! Please Toji! Use me!" You cried, already starting to feel exhausted from the time spent bound. His hand held your jaw, turning your head as far back as you could. Lips pressed to yours before his tongue crept in. It felt needy, which meant you would get your relief.
"I could never say no to that." He mumbled against your lips. You felt him slide down further on the bed so that he was laying down, holding you in place with your back on his stomach. The sound of fabric ruffling came to your ears as he bucked his hips up, all while keeping you laying on him.
A moment later you knew that was his leaking thickness pressing at your entrance. It slid in easy, considering how wet you were from all the orgasms that almost happened. You thrust your hips back, trying to get him to go deeper than the current position would allow.
"Going to be greedy? Then you do it." He gripped onto your shoulders with the pendant still in his left hand, and lifted you so you were sitting up right on his length. "Go on... Ride me." He demanded as the cool are wafted around you. You adjusted your legs and moved them over his hips, placing your shins on the mattress at his sides. While pushing yourself up you felt Toji's hands on your hips, guiding you and steadying you. As you sunk him back into you, you could feel the stretching and the way the fat tip pushed against that perfect spot in you before settling against your womb.
You rocked your hips back and forth feeling him move in you pressing against that spot with more and less pressure. Toji's hands moved to the fat of your behind, helping you rock back and forth with more intensity. His hips started to buck up rhythmically eliciting groans behind you. You lifted yourself again before sliding back down and rutting your hips.
"Mmm... Yeah, like that." His hum resonated, you could tell how deep from within him it came. You started up a pace, lifting yourself off of him and lowering back down. The way his tip always pressed right against your womb had you moaning, placing your tied up hands on one of his thighs for better leverage. Your muscles started to tense a bit, but the burn in your thighs was stronger still. Just as you were questioning whether you would make it, you feel Toji slip the vibrator against your nub.
The intensity of everything quickly had you keening, your body twitching in pleasure as you reached your high. Toji's hips bucked a few more times before he groaned behind you while you gripped onto his muscular thigh. Your nails sank into his skin as he rode you out. His arms wrapped around you, his lips pressing to your neck. That strong hand of his turned your face again his lips pressing to yours. His other hand slipped off the blindfold and when you parted, your eyes met his bright green ones.
"Maybe I should always look early for my presents." You smirked before his lips devoured yours once more.
Tag List: @cyancherub @weebaboobs @katanaski @shellythecrow-main i need to write down a proper taglist somewhere because this is so bad.
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It's so hot here that my roommate started shedding his skin. [Short horror story/nosleep]
Marco and I have been living together for over two years now. We never had any issues with our arrangement. We work together to keep the apartment clean, rent gets paid on time and in full every month, and I believe we've actually evolved into being friends over time. Therefore, these problems we've been having really threw me off guard.
It started when Marco staunchly refused to leave his room. I wasn't exactly worried at first. Our area has recently been hit by an extreme heatwave, and since we don't have an AC, I figured Marco locked himself in with a bunch of electric fans. When I went to knock on his door, I could hear them whirring on the other side. It weirded me out that he didn't answer immediately, though. After waiting a couple seconds, I chalked it up to him being asleep, but just as I was about to turn and leave, he called out to me. "Jen?"
I breathed a sigh of relief. At least he wasn't dead. "Yeah, it's me! Just wanted to ask if everything's alright."
"Sure, I'm, uh… great."
His voice gave me pause. It sounded unusual, un*like* him. It was garbled and had an almost hissy quality to it. "You going to the store?"
"Yeah," I answered, trying not to make my discomfort known. "Need anything?"
"Can you get me a sixpack and a bag of ice, maybe?"
I told him I would and upon my return, I found a twenty lying on the floor by his doorframe. "Keep the change," Marco shouted.
I placed the items he'd ordered where his money had been and left, hoping things would be back to normal the following day. Perhaps Marco had caught a heatstroke working outside and that's all there was to it. Temperatures aren't normally that high where we live, so nobody's used to this kind of weather. The day after was a Sunday, and I made breakfast for the two of us like I did every week. Unlike every week, however, Marco wasn't waiting in the kitchen for it to be finished.
At first, I hollered for him to come out and eat with me, but when he didn't answer, I carried a plate of pancakes over to his room. I knocked, then asked into the silence whether he wanted any. I received no response, so I set aside the plate and banged both fists against his door. Still nothing. Both irritated and uneasy, I tried the doorhandle. My roommate and I are very respectful of each other's privacy, and I would never do so if it wasn't a pressing matter. It didn't amount to anything either way. Marco had locked himself in. He was definitely there, though. I heard his chair squeak.
"Are you okay?" I asked. "I can call a doctor, or…"
I trailed off when I saw a note being slid through the crack beneath the door right at my feet. I bent down to pick it up. It was in Marco's handwriting, but decidedly messy; like he'd been in a great hurry and practically spewed ink onto the paper.
*Hey Jen, I'm fine but my throat hurts so I can't talk. I'm sorry but I'm not coming out, I don't want to pass it on to you. I don't need a doctor, I bet I'll be fine in a couple days. Don't worry, ok?*
I frowned at the note, but took the news in stride. What else could I do? I told Marco I'd leave the pancakes outside for him, and not long after I'd returned to the living room, I could hear him dragging the plate inside. I found myself rather missing Marco's presence around the apartment. Three days went by without me catching so much as a glimpse of him. I'd have to walk past his door to get to the bathroom, and I would hear him playing the weather report on his little TV inside every time. On the fourth morning, I found another note, this time on the fridge.
*Hey Jen, I'm going out to see my mom. Be back in a week.*
What the fuck? First he's sick, now he's going on a trip. I was beyond confused. I tried to call him, but he didn't pick up. That wasn't really a surprise. Marco is one of those people who don't ever really use their cell phone. Most of the time, he doesn't even have it on him. Nevertheless, it only added to my growing concerns. Another two days passed and I didn't hear a thing from my roommate. I tried once more to call him when I got off work, just in case. It was already nighttime and Marco normally went to bed quite early, so I didn't really expect him to pick up. And he didn't.
Instead I heard a familiar ringtone coming from his room. It only lasted a few seconds before stopping abruptly, like it had been turned off in a hurry. My stomach sank when the realization set in. Why in the world would he lie to me? This didn't make any sense. The whole situation had the hair on the back of my neck stand up, but despite this, I began heading towards Marco's room. His door looked eerie in the dim lamplight of the hallway. I inched closer, hand outstretched to jiggle the handle. Locked. Of course.
"Marco?" I tried, pressing my ear up to the wood. "What's going on?"No answer. I could hear a squeaking noise coming from inside, like a chair being moved."What the fuck, man," I said, stifling the tremor in my voice. "You're clearly in there, I don't understand…"
That's when I had an idea. There were spare keys to all the rooms in a drawer in the living room cabinet. Neither of us had ever used them before, but there they were.
"Marco, if you're not gonna talk to me, then I'm coming in," I declared with all the determination I could muster. He didn't respond.
"I'm serious, I'm getting the spare and then I'm coming in."
Silence.
I bit my lip, turned on my heel and headed for the living room. My heart was thundering in my chest when I returned with the key. I crammed it into the hole with shaking fingers, turning it once, then twice.
*Click.*
I swallowed, steeling myself before I pushed down the handle and nudged the door open. The motion was accompanied by a drawn-out creaking noise that reminded me I should oil the hinges sometime. With my pulse thrumming in my ears, I entered the darkness beyond the threshold. I couldn't see anything except the limited areas that were illuminated by the ceiling lamp shining in from the hallway. In vain I groped around for the lightswitch, then I decided to give up and just proceed. Something stopped me from going back and grabbing a flashlight. I simply had a feeling I shouldn't turn my back on that room.
Both arms outstretched, I ventured further inside, feeling around for Marco's desk. Soon enough, my palms met with the smooth, hard wood and I braced myself against it almost desperately. "Marco?" I asked, an intangible fear compelling me to whisper. My hands started roaming the surface in front of me. I could feel his laptop, powered off and shut, his mousepad and a set of pens and pencils. Then I moved on to the chair. I flinched when I made contact with something dry and soft hanging over it. At first I thought it was a t-shirt, but the fabric felt almost like extremely thin baking paper. I continued to stroke it, and as my hand went down what was presumably the neckhole, I found that it was warm and damp.
Disgusted, I withdrew from the surely sweat-soaked piece of clothing. Remembering Marco's small desk lamp, I mentally palmed my face for not looking for it sooner. It didn't take me long to locate the switch. As the small light came on, its beam fell onto what I'd *thought* to be a shirt, causing me to recoil in shock. It was skin.
There was an entire fucking skinsuit slung over the back of the chair. It was like a snake's shedding, except tan and pink and human-shaped, with two arms and two legs and a tear in the back from which its wearer must have emerged. The remnants of the face dangled from the ragged neck-scrap, and it looked like the dried remains of one of those cosmetic gel masks. I stared at it for a moment, my eyes bulging and my heart in my throat before I started to violently gag. I clung to the edge of the desk for dear life, trying to keep my thoughts in order.
And that's when I heard it. A garbled, distorted hiss coming from right above me. I whipped my head up just in time to catch a glimpse of a figure scuttling across the ceiling and disappearing into the hallway at an inhuman speed. My mind raced, but before I could think of anything better to do, my feet were already carrying me out the door. I burst into the living room, my face burning as panic spread throughout my body. Inwardly, I was yelling at myself to get out, to leave this place while I still could. Despite this, I followed the sound of dishes rattling into the kitchen.
I hastily flicked on the lights and started looking around for the source of the noise. My stomach was churning and beads of cold sweat ran down my face. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that whatever had been hiding in the shadows could be none other than Marco.
Marco, who was somehow able to walk on the ceiling, who had shed his skin and deposited it on the chair at his desk. Marco, who I'd been living with for two years, who had always been kind and friendly and open, who never argued when it was his turn to clean or take the trash out. Marco, who most definitely wasn't human.
Marco…
Marco was staring at me. I could feel his gaze burning holes into my side. I turned to the right, slowly raising my eyes to the kitchen cupboard. Cowering on top of it, not unlike a wild cat, was my roommate. He had pressed himself against the wall, flattening himself to the cabinet on all fours like a master contortionist. His entire body was of a dripping, aggravated scarlet. His face was bright red, his eyes bulging out of his head; it looked as though the lids were missing. Marco's lips had thinned and receded so his gums were on display—I'd never realized how large his teeth were. Dampened brown curls clung to his neck and temples. Rooted to the spot, all I could do was stare at this thing that my friend had turned into.
He—it—stared back, that same hissing sound emanating from somewhere deep in its throat. Slowly but surely, it loosened from its rigidity and began crawling towards me, sticking to the ceiling like an enormous anthropomorphic gecko. The fluids coating Marco's pink body dripped onto the floor in front of me. I must have forgotten how to breathe altogether. My tongue was bone dry, like a dead leaf lying limp inside my mouth.
"Marco," I muttered. "Marco, this is you, right?"
A rumble rolled from his chest, something akin to a growl.
I raised both my hands, taking a step back as he advanced. "You're okay! I swear," I stammered. "I'm not gonna tell. Whatever this is, I promise I'm not gonna tell."
He stopped and cocked his head, neck cracking. His mouth fell open and his tongue dropped out. It was twice as long as humanly possible. I stifled a shudder, keeping my hands up and forcing myself to assume a soothing expression. "Everything's okay. Stop growling. You know me. We live together. I make you breakfast on Sundays and it's your turn to take the trash out tomorrow."
Marco closed his mouth. He crept over to the left wall and began descending, movements fast and spider-like. Once more standing on two feet, he started walking towards me, step by step, the soles of his skin-stripped feet creating a wet slapping sound on the smooth clean floor. I dropped my arms, focusing on keeping my breathing steady until he finally came to a stop in front of me. "You're okay," I repeated. "You're alright. Can you still hear me? Do you understand what I'm saying?"
A nod. Then, he opened his mouth, forcibly shaping the growls and hissing noises into distorted, almost intelligible words.
"My kind is sensitive to heat."
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Secrets In Tangled (Part 2)
Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x Reader
Warnings: N/A
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 3.3K
Summary: Y/N has been living at Lockwood & Co. for three months now and she keeps accidentally revealing some of her secrets.
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Y/N has been living at 35 Portland Row for three months now and she really feels as though she found her place amongst the other inhabitants of Lockwood & Co. The work she does as their talentless assistant may be a little menial, but she enjoys the fact that she gets paid for a job she can do with minimal brain power. Her thoughts can wander as she helps get the laundry done or cleans up the massive mess that George left in the kitchen. She is currently in the basement filing some paperwork. The others had gone to the library to do some research, so she could blast the music from the radio as loud as she wanted. Y/N sways along to the music as she dances from the desk to the filling cabin. She is so caught up in her air guitar solo that she doesn’t notice Lockwood has come down the spiral staircase. He watches the scene with a smirk on his face and leans against the handrail. He gives a little chuckle as she finishes up her little dance. Y/N jumps at the sounds and turns towards him.
“Boss, you scared me. At least, announce that you are coming down when I am home alone, please,” she exclaims with her hand to her heart to try to steady its beat. Lockwood descends the rest of the stairs, “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to let you know that we were back and to ask if there were any calls that came in while we were gone.” She puts away the file in her hand. “Nope, no calls since you left.” Lockwood nods his head and throws his thumb over his shoulder to indicate upstairs, “Well, George is starting dinner if you want to come up. Those files can wait another day.” Y/N arranges the rest of the files into a neat pile on the desk to be arranged later and heads towards the staircase. Lockwood allows her to go up the stairs first. He gently lays a hand on her lower back and he helps guide her upstairs. As they head toward the kitchen, he gently rubs his hand up and down her back in a soothing motion.
Lockwood is always doing things like this for her. He finds some way to touch her in some way (consensually, of course). He’d brush her hair out of her face while they flipped through tabloids and his hand would always linger just a little bit longer on her face than he needed to. He would bring her little gifts. He lets it slide when she doesn’t finish her work for the day even though a normal boss would chastise her. It made Y/N’s heart swell with joy. It made it impossible for her not to fall for him and she just wished he felt the same way about her as she does for him.
They settle themselves at the table with Lucy as they watch George cook. “How was your day, Y/N?” Lucy asks, drawing a little sketch of a bunny on the thinking cloth. Y/N gets up to turn the kettle on to make tea for everyone, “It was good. I did some dusting and then just filed last week's paperwork away. I’m going to the shops tomorrow, so let me know what you guys want.” She moves to get a bowl for George to put the cooked food into, but she accidentally drops it. The bowl shatters into tiny pieces and she feels embarrassed. She kneels down to pick up the pieces. Her embarrassment causes her to be clumsy and she cuts herself on one of the ceramic pieces. The loud yip she lets out causes Lockwood to jump to his feet. He rushes to her side and looks at her hand. “Here, let me take care of that,” he offers, cradling her hand into his bigger one. He leads her to the sink to get it washed off and then gets a bandage from the first aid kit under the sink. “There you go. All done. I’m no doctor, but I would say it’s as good as new,” he tells her. He lifts her finger up to his lips and presses a soft kiss to the pad of her finger which is now bandaged.
Y/N’s cheeks heat up and she turns her head shyly away from his prying eyes. George and Lucy quickly watch the two in front of them give each other googly eyes. It was quite obvious to both of their friends that they were both head of heels for each other; however, Y/N is clueless because she just thinks it’s how friends look at each other and Lockwood believes that he isn’t good enough for her. The pair quickly separate and go to sit in their respective chairs beside each other. “Dinner is served,” George announces, setting the bowl he retrieved himself now filled with food onto the table.
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“Lucy, you need to move your back leg before the front leg in your gathering step. It’s why you are having a hard time shuffling forward.” Currently, Lucy is doing some solo drills with the training air jets, while Y/N is finishing up the filling she didn’t do yesterday. Lucy pauses the machine for a second, turning toward the other girl. “What do you mean?” she inquiries, giving her friend a confused look. Y/N walks over to the empty area and demonstrates what she was explaining, “Makes sense now?” Lucy nods her head and follows Y/N’s instructions. Again, Lockwood lurks on the staircase, watching Y/N help Lucy train. “I didn’t know you knew how to fence,” he observes, continuing down the stairs. Y/N faces Lockwood and her cheeks heat up at being caught, “I may have dabbled a little bit with it growing up.” Lockwood unsheaths the rapier at his side and swings it around a little. “Care for a friendly match.” She nods her head and picks up one of the extra rapiers they have.
They both get into position and begin. This and martial arts are her element. They are the only time she feels she can understand a human’s body language correctly. Y/N decides to begin with a simple lunge, but when Lockwood goes to counter the thrust, she quickly changes gears to cut around his move. She catches his point, and then, in preparation to make the cut, she keeps the point away by rolling her guard up. She uses the full rotation of her rapier to strike after moving past the point. Her final move is to slice as she cuts. To gain back priority, Lockwood parries her attack and moves her backwards closer to the wall. To get back the advantage, she feints an attack and quickly changes course when he goes on the defence. The only problem is that he catches her change in direction and uses as much force to disarm her. Her rapier goes flying in the other direction and he moves in to touch her with his point so he can win, but she quickly dodges his arm.
She quickly changes from fencing mood to self-defence, so she grabs his arm and pulls it past her shoulder. She twists her body so that her back is pressed up against his chest and flips him over her shoulder onto the floor. Before she did the flip, she squeezed his wrist so that he dropped his own rapier. She goes down to straddle his waist and pins both of his hands above his head. Her face is so close to his that she can feel his breath on her skin. She knows he can thrust his hips to cause her to face plant into the floor above him, but something tells her that he doesn’t know that. “I don’t think that was a fencing technique,” Lockwood laughs, he tries to get up but she doesn’t let him. Instead, she just stares into his eyes. They sparkle in a special way when he laughs.
Lucy is quick to snap them out of their moment, “How are you so good at fencing and, from what it looks like, self-defence?” Y/N looks up at Lucy and quickly gets off of Lockwood. She doesn’t know what to say that wouldn’t give away her secret. “Uh, I just pick it up from watching competitions and stuff on TV. I’m going to go to the shops now before they close,” she answers, going up the stairs without another word. Lucy turns towards Lockwood, “There is no way she learnt how to do all of that so well by just watching people. She doesn’t have a talent, so why would she learn how to fence?” “I don’t know, Luce. Must be a part of her secret childhood,” Lockwood offers. He stares at the stairs Y/N had just used to leave and Lucy can see the amazement he felt for her in his eyes.
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Y/N watches from her bed as Lucy applies a little bit of makeup for Lockwood & Co’s staff dinner at a fancy restaurant. Lucy notices the girl’s curiosity about her process and turns towards her. “Do you want me to do your makeup?” Y/N turns her head to pretend she isn’t staring. She nods her head, a little embarrassed by her lack of knowledge, and goes to sit on Lucy’s bed beside her. “Okay, I don’t have the right shade for your foundation and stuff, but I can do some eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner and some lipstick if you want. Maybe next time we go to the shops, we can get you your own stuff and I’ll teach you.”
Y/N isn’t too sure what any of those things mean but nods at Lucy’s comment. Y/N didn’t have any reason to learn how to do her own makeup because she never had anywhere to dress nicely. Lucy approaches Y/N with an eyeshadow pallet and applies a light amount of light pink onto the girl’s eyes. She curls her lashes to apply the mascara and gives her a cat-eye with the eyeliner. She moves on to Y/N’s lips, opting for a light pink glossy lip gloss that would match Y/N’s eyeshadow.
“Voilà. Perfect. What do you think?” Y/N turns towards the mirror and smiles at her reflection. Lucy did an amazing job. “This is absolutely brilliant. Thank you,” Y/N thanks, giving the other girl a massive hug. The girls are now finished getting ready so they go downstairs to join the boys. Lockwood spots Y/N and he is put in a trans. The makeup accentuates her beauty. His eyes are instantly drawn to her lips. He wonders what flavour her lipgloss is and if he will ever get a taste of it. George notices Lockwood’s face and his turns to annoyed, “Would you stop staring? You are going to burn a hole into Y/N’s head if you do.” Lockwood shakes out of his spell. “Don’t we look lovely this evening, ladies,” he quips with his signature smirk. Lucy just waves her hand dismissively and Y/N turns away to hide the way her mouth turns into a massive smile. “Let’s go to dinner, shall we?” Lucy demands, walking out the door without waiting for the others.
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George is again pulling an all-nighter to do some of his research about the problem. He has his books and notes spread out across the table and he is hunched over them. Y/N comes down to make herself some tea to help her go to sleep. She walks over behind him and reads his notes over his shoulder. “You want to know how they figured out that silver can stop the visitors. My mu- uh, my mentor said that Rotwell had been randomly throwing objects at the visitors and Fittes noticed that certain objects would cause the visitor to dispel completely while others don’t,” she starts lecturing. “She put two and two together and then acted on that hunched. She was lucky enough to find a silver jewellery box in the bedroom that they were in and she put the source in the box. And bada bing bada boom, they figured out how to contain a source.”
He looks up at her in confusion and leaves through a few of his books, “How do you know that? It doesn’t say that anywhere in the books that I’ve read.” Y/N realizes her mistake quickly and has to think quickly about what to say. “Umm, my tutor was really into the history of the problem. He had a chance to interview Fittes and asked. I’m going to go to bed, now. Goodnight,” she says, going back upstairs to her room. George stares at the doorway she just left through in wonder. Who was Y/N Y/L/N? How does she know so much about the problem? Why would she have tutors if she was able to go to school instead of working for an agency? He is left with all of his questions as he keeps working through the night.
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So I ended up fast forwarding a bit and writing this drabble for Boss x Friend! Darling……ahahaha I hope you all enjoy this scenario >:’3
Note:: All Boss x Friend! Darling stories take place in the AU where Boss wins in One Last Call
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There is no romantic proposal.
But that is fine for a “marriage of convenience.”Rather than an emotional proposal in a special place, the two of them are just signing legal documents in Darling’s home.
Aside from the marriage contract, there are many things to discuss—ring designs, living arrangements, cover story for their coworkers, whether or not they’ll have a wedding. The whole time, Darling acts serious and meticulous; it’s a side of her that Boss doesn’t see often.
Then again, he expects nothing less from a senior manager of Celestia Inc.
If things went his way, this marriage would be “real.” Alas, Darling still refuses to give her heart to him, hence why Boss is yielding to her terms. It doesn’t mean that he has given up, though.
Now that they’re married, he will have more opportunities to win her over emotionally. And thanks to this agreement, no one else will pursue Darling or judge them for their previously single status.
“And that’s it.” Darling signs the prenup and looks up to face him. “Here’s to our shared future. Let’s hope you don’t do anything to make me regret this decision.”
“I could say the same,” he shoots back. “I can only imagine the many ways you will test my patience moving forward.”
Not that he dislikes it. By now, the both of them know that Darling has him wrapped about her finger. It’s funny, really—in his desire to control her, he is controlled by his desire for her.
“If you are going to blame anyone later on,” he continues, “it should be yourself for forcing my hand to begin with.”
“Now, now.” At that, Darling’s lips curve into a familiar smile. Her next words sound better than any yes or I do. “Don’t be so mean to your wife~”
Now all that’s left to own is her heart.
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And they lived happily ever after—jk it will still take months/ years for Boss to make Darling say “I love you” to him. At least he gets a partial victory in another universe xD
I still have more ideas for what happens in Boss x Friend! Darling’s relationship before they reach this point, and aahhhh I can’t wait to make Boss even more of an asshole + boyfailure <3
I hope you don't mind that I did a small continuation to fuel the thoughts of making him a boyfailure btw LMAOOOO
It should've been a loveless marriage.
It should have. That should've been what was expected from the two of them.
And yet, as he found himself one night, years past their first day in being 'married', he found himself unable to put focus on such a thing. To remember that, in a way, this isn't what he could bargain for in the long run.
It was a night like no other. A peaceful, idyllic one, if not for her back turned to him. And his turned back to her as well, for the sake of personal space.
Husband and wife, turning themselves against each other. Such a record, he found himself thinking, but he couldn't bring himself to say yet another word.
Boss— no, Alexander— often had troubles in his mind. Even as the Boss of one of the partner companies of Celestia Inc., the one that focuses on MixMatch as a whole and running his own shady business below, he still found himself thinking through the night.
It left him to stay up, unable to get a wink of rest. And he despised the thought.
Normally, he would find himself able to relax and sleep after 4 hours. He was an insomniac, but nothing that couldn't be solved if he idled long enough with nothing in his mind. Although, as he found out, this was not what he had hoped to occur.
Not with her.
After a while of idling and praying to Gods above to help him sleep to no avail, he turned his body to face her back. He could hear her breathing, even when they're not too close to do such a thing, and his hand quietly reached over to grab hers.
He isn't fond of vulnerability. He's never fond of thinking he should be... Open to someone without thinking they'd stab you on the back.
He hates it. Loathes it to the very core of his being. He couldn't fathom of how people can trust those that could bring them harm, that could simply ruin them if they so much as tried to put their trust and get in fights with them.
But as he held her hand, he felt his shoulders relax. He felt his body lose its tension.
... He's such a fool, he thinks. Just how badly must he crave for someone who'd never love him, when he, himself, can never bring the same commitment?
Maybe it was a curse. A poison he willingly drank, foolishly thinking that no one would catch his eye.
He knew his days were numbered, but in such a night like this, he found himself thinking that it wouldn't be so bad.
He's grown softer. Cordial. Over the years he spent with her, his walls weathered down and became nothing but mere wooden remains. He even found himself thinking that he could simply be laid to rest, and he'd be happy, so as long she remains by his side.
But he will never say that to her.
His pride, his ego, his mind will never let him.
He can cry in anguish all he wants, and truly, he could— but he knew that the day they were together, it will always remain this way.
It was unrequited from the beginning. Maybe he's deluded himself so much into thinking he's had a chance, but he isn't stupid.
So, for now, he will cherish the littlest things he gets from her. He'll cherish the only thing she's allowed him to get.
Her heart will be a grandeur treasure he'd take and never return, but he's content in the time they spent together. In a bit of an irony, he found himself thinking that their time was worth more than just an organ.
After all, what use is a heart if it stopped beating?
Will there be use of an organ when the memories will be the thing left beating?
He didn't knew. No one else knew.
And for once, that left him in a stupor.
Perhaps he can think about this some other time.
Not when he has her in his hand, just like tonight.
#💌 ;; promising letter: one last call#💌 ;; message delivery#💌 ;; fine print: ''boss''#💌 ;; to my beloved: jessamine
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✦ - gold rush
• pairing: america chavez x female reader
• warnings: doctor strange m.o.m. spoilers
•inspired by: gold rush by: taylor swift
gleaming and twinkling. two of the many ways to describe america’s eyes when she looks at you. eyes that are full of nothing but love and adoration whenever you’re around.
but often times you question yourself on whether or not you are good enough for the incredibly powered girl.
the two of you met when she was taken to the kamar-taj to be protected from the scarlet witch. being one of the younger sorcerers and closest in age to america, stephen strange saw it fit for you to help with protecting the girl and comforting her.
the two of you hit it off immediately, despite the circumstances at hand. unlike the other magic wielders around you, who had a gold tint to their magic, you had a blue one.
the brown haired girl immediately complimented you on your powers, which caused a light blush to form on your cheeks. she also explained how she had powers that were also blue, but formed stars.
“wait, so your powers are blue and star-shaped?”
“yup, and i can travel the multiverse with them”
“you’re officially the coolest person i know.”
what you didn’t notice after you said that was the blush that made its way to america’s face.
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it had now been four months since wanda maximoff had destroyed the kamar-taj and tried to kill america, and two months since you and the star-powered girl started dating.
the two of you had been training together with other sorcerers your age. it was very interesting to say the least to watch america try and open a portal with a sling ring, rather than her actual powers.
though, you, wong, and strange had been training her over the months on how to control her powers properly.
after a long day of training you decided it would be a good idea to take your girlfriend out on a cute dinner date in manhattan. you make a reservation to her favorite restaurant and even summon the flowers that you know she loves.
you arrange them in a bouquet and wrap them gently with a sparkly gold ribbon to keep them together.
walking to her room with flowers in hand, you go to knock on the door, only to realize it’s already slightly opened. upon hearing multiple voices, you walk in and see a small group of teens sitting in your girlfriend’s room.
you can’t explain why but you feel a rush of jealousy run through you, especially when you catch a glimpse of another girl seemingly flirting with america, while your girlfriend doesn’t even realize it.
the moment america can finally sense your energy swirl through her room, she looks up and smiles at you.
a smile that makes your heart flutter each time you see her. a smile accompanied by her hair falling beautifully into place, almost like dominoes.
she gets up from her seat and immediately goes to kiss you. even though the two of you were young the kiss seemed so full of love and passion.
when the two of you pulled away her eyes immediately drifted to those flowers that she loved so much.
“are those for me?”
“of course they are.”
she smiles widely and immediately engulfs you in a hug. and as much as you enjoy it, you can’t help but to still feel that pang of jealousy from just a few moments ago.
looking up, whilst still in the hug, you can see the hardened face of the girl that was just previously flirting with america and you tense up a bit.
she could easily have anyone of the talented sorcerers in this room. why did she choose me?
your girlfriend lets go of the hug and she senses that something is wrong with you.
you ask her if she can talk in the hallway for a moment and she obliges.
“why are all those people in your room?”
“we were all grouped together for practice today and decided we wanted to get to know each other better, so i invited them. why?”
“who was that girl you were talking to in there?”
“her name is skylar- wait. oh my gosh you’re jealous!”
it was almost scary how easily she could read you, as if you were a book.
“no i’m not”
“yes you are! i can see your face is flushed red from here”
“i- ok fine maybe i am a little jealous, but i just…i just want you to myself and i don’t like seeing other people want you”
she walks closer to you and puts her hand on your cheek. you immediately lean into her touch and she smiles.
“believe me when i say i don’t want any of them. you’re the only one for me.”
the two of you lean in to kiss and you feel a bit silly for being jealous. you know that she cares for you and now you see she would never want anyone else.
“now that that’s aside i can finally ask you what i came to your room in the first place for.”
“and that is?”
“would you, america chavez, like to accompany me on a date to your favorite restaurant tonight?”
and there those eyes were. gleaming and twinkling. the brown haired girl squealed and immediately hugged you whilst repeatedly saying yes.
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Feitan x Reader: Much better
Hi guys, this is just a quick drabble I finished today 🥺 I thought it would be nice to write Feitan like this for once. It's just a soft and fluffy story. The beginning's a bit angsty , but nothing too serious 🤍
I'm also working on your requests of course 🥺 the next one will be another part of the Noble Reader series 🥰 . Enjoy reading!🤍✨
Word Count: 2145
‘P-please, I-I don’t know anything. M-my dad would never talk about work’, tears streamed down your cheek. You were scared, so scared. You already crawled to the wall, being there is no other place to run or hide.
You never imagined, not even once, that you would end up as a hostage. Especially not at the hands of the Phantom Troupe. Your dad always made sure there were at least 5 bodyguards with you, and every single one of them was the best of the best. He should’ve known though that they weren’t a match for the Phantom Troupe, and he probably did. He just didn’t care enough to keep you safe.
‘Let’s just kill her, it’s not like that old man is going to pay us any money for her. Greedy bastard’.
He’s got a point. The protection your father gave you was more out of concern for his public image than to protect you anyway.
‘You really think our boss would be okay if we killed her? You’re an idiot, Uvo’. ‘Not again’, the blonde sighed into his palm, ‘Uvo, Nobu. Now’s not the time for one of your petty fights. Solve it later’.
‘H-huh?’, you batted your eyelashes when you saw a strange figure hovering over you.
Red hair, a tear, and a star… He looked like a magician with the card between his skinny fingers.
‘Maybe not strong enough for my liking, but you would make a pretty little plaything’. ‘P-plaything?’. ‘Hm, I’ll even teach you a trick or two, if you behave’. The strange-looking man squatted, his eyes studying every part of your body.
A shiver ran down your spine when one of his cards greeted your cheek.
‘Bet I can arrange something with Chrollo… Or maybe not. Either way… You caught my att-‘.
‘Phinks may be busy with fighting idiots, but I’m still here’.
‘Relax, I’m just playing’.
‘Move’.
Honestly, what was even going on? Two men were fighting, one running behind them to stop them… Then there was this magician who called you a ‘plaything’ - whatever that means - and lastly, this dark-haired mysterious figure who barely talked.
‘Get up’.
‘Let me go! I told you I don’t know where he keeps his money’, you desperately tried to break away from the dark figure.
‘Hm’, Hisoka chuckled when he saw the way you fought back like a hopeless little deer, making it even more amusing for him to watch.
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Was that the first time you met Feitan? It had to be… but it felt so long ago.
‘Boss called. Be back in the evening’. ‘Can’t wait to clean after you in the middle of the night’, you pushed the plate of food further from you. ‘Care to repeat yourself?’.
Ah, there it was again. The cold edge of a knife against your throat. It used to faze you, to scare you, but not anymore.
‘Do it’, a trembling wish you had for the past months, was just within reach. ‘Won’t kill you, you know that, but that doesn’t mean I can’t hurt you. Remember what I told you’.
Oh, you remembered. How could you forget? ‘Disobey me and your family will pay the price’. Right, blackmail 101.
You flinched when you felt his hands tangle in your hair, his lips brushing over your ear, ‘Can still give you to Hisoka. Bet he’s worse than me’. You didn’t respond. The thought alone had you shaking. You didn’t know why, but you’d rather be Feitan’s prisoner than that magician’s.
‘J-just leave’. ‘Hm’, Feitan smirked, a devilish look in his eyes, ‘You’re lucky boss needs me’.
Finally. A sigh of relief once his hands moved away from you.
‘Get up’, he roughly pulled you away from the chair you were sitting on, ‘Room, now’.
Room? The ‘room’ he kept you was barely large enough to fit the bed he’d got you. At least he had the decency to get you some books to read. Every now and then he would get you a new one - if you behaved, of course.
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You grunted when you heard him opening the front door.
3.30 AM? Great.
You sighed at the thought of cleaning up the blood from his floor, praying he didn’t bring someone to torture in his basement. You couldn’t take it anymore, the screams.
You pulled the covers over your head. Maybe if you pretended to be asleep when he unlocked your door… It worked before, once. If you were lucky…
‘Home’.
Tell someone who cares.
‘Y/N?’, his footsteps drew closer to your bed.
Don’t tense up, he’ll know you’re awake. Relax.
‘Hm’, he softly hummed when his hand gently grazed over the sheets, as to see if you still were where he left you.
A smile on your face once you heard him close the door. You could relax, go to sleep again, and escape the hell you were living in.
‘Hm?’, you drowsily looked over your shoulder once you could feel someone laying down next to you. It didn’t take you long, however, to jump out of bed once you realized what was going on.
‘What?’.
‘What do you mean ‘what’? Get out of my bed, Feitan!’. ‘Your bed?’, he chuckled, ‘If it weren’t for me, you’d been sleeping on the ground’. ‘If it weren’t for you, I’d still be at home, with my mom and sister’.
Not again. You didn’t want him to see your tears, to see what he did to you.
‘Wrong. You’d be begging Hisoka to keep his hands to himself’. ‘Am I supposed to be grateful?’, you shrugged in disbelief, ‘Get out of my bed Feitan’.
‘It’s me or Hisoka, you can choose’.
‘Fuck you Feitan, I’d rather be with Hiso-‘.
‘Won’t tell you again’.
Your eyes widened in fear when you felt his body against yours. It was only now you realized that he wasn’t wearing a shirt.
‘Bed, now’, he easily tossed you on the mattress, his aura angrier than ever.
‘Why? Why do you want to sleep here?’. By now, your voice was barely a whisper, your heart racing with adrenaline.
Did you even need to ask? You knew why he wanted to sleep in the same bed as you. You knew this day would come. The day your tears and pleas weren’t enough anymore, when he didn’t enjoy breaking a finger or two, or running a hot needle over your stomach.
‘Why?’, you repeated yourself once he sat down on the other side, his back facing you.
‘Curious’, he sighed before laying down underneath the sheets, ‘Never slept in bed with someone’.
Great, now you felt sorry for the psychopath that tortured people for fun.
‘If you touch me-‘, ‘Won’t touch you’, Feitan replied before laying down on his side, his back facing you.
You hesitated before laying down next to him. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t move. Your mind started to race. You didn’t trust him. What if he was going to kill you? You didn’t dare to close your eyes, let alone go to sleep.
It was around 7 AM when Feitan finally got up, when you finally could breathe again. You felt so scared this night that you didn’t dare to make a sound or lay in a different position, but neither did Feitan. In some way, it felt as if he was just as scared.
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Weeks passed, and somehow Feitan made a habit out of sleeping in one bed with you. He never touched you though, not even on accident.
‘Strange’, you frowned when you saw the time, ‘4 AM? He never stays up this late if he isn’t working’.
Were you seriously worried? God, you were a mess. You weren’t only worried, but somehow it felt strange to see his side of the bed cold and empty. Was it because he wasn’t as much of a jerk over the past couple of weeks? He did get you a nice, fluffy blanket…
‘Shit’, you laid on your back, staring at the ceiling, ‘Can’t believe I’m doing this’.
You angrily threw the sheets off you. You were mad at yourself, so unbelievably mad.
‘He isn’t out, so the door should be unlocked’, you tiptoed to your door. Your heart jolted when you felt it was, indeed, open.
Within seconds, you were standing in front of the door next to yours. Since all the lights were out in the hallway, you knew he wasn’t ‘working’ in his basement, or showering for that matter.
Your hands were shaking. You shouldn’t do this, you shouldn’t be out of your room without his permission… but you were worried, right?
That’s what you told yourself anyway, but you weren’t worried. You knew he didn’t leave the house. For some twisted reason, you just found it hard to sleep without him lying next to you.
You carefully opened the door, a thin stripe of light greeting you. With one eye, you scanned the room.
Reading? He was… Reading?
‘Didn’t tell you to leave your room’, he lazily flipped the page without looking at you.
He didn’t sound angry or threatening, giving you the courage to fully open his door.
‘I-I know, I j-just-‘, ‘Stop stuttering, don’t waste my time’.
You looked at the ground, cheeks burning in shame.
‘C-can I sleep here?’.
‘Huh?’, Feitan widened his eyes.
‘Got used to you lying next to me… I guess’. ‘Fine’, he placed his book on his nightstand, already laying down on his side.
Feitan’s room was a little bigger than yours, but just as plain and boring. He did, however, have a soft light burning, a light that radiated warmth and safety. Not the cold, harsh light you found in hospitals and schools, and in your room.
‘T-thank you’, you quietly replied before laying down next to him. In response, he turned off the light, covering the room in darkness.
You didn’t know what was happening, but without thinking you scraped your throat, preparing yourself to talk.
‘Which book are you reading?’.
It took a moment for Feitan to respond, as if he was debating whether he should.
‘Dictionary’. ‘A dictionary?’, you frowned. ‘Want to improve my language skills. First language is Chinese’.
That explains why he talks in short sentences.
‘O-oh okay’, you were too scared to ask anything else.
You were cold. Why was his window wide open in the winter?
‘You’re shaking’. ‘Sorry, I’ll go sleep in my room’, you replied, not wanting him to get angry. ‘No, you can have this’.
You didn't move to look where he was going when he got out of bed.
‘Here’.
You froze when Feitan pulled the sheets away from your body.
‘Soft and warm’, he gently placed another soft blanket over your body before pulling the sheets back over you.
You tried to stop yourself from smiling, but the gentle gesture wasn’t something one was used to from him. A sad feeling filled your chest when you noticed he once again was laying with his back to you.
‘Feitan?’. ‘Hm’.
Stupid. You were stupid, you knew that, but you wanted this.
‘Would you mind holding me?’. ‘H-huh?’, now Feitan was the one who froze. ‘Please?’.
Why? Why were you asking someone like him to hold you? The solitude he put you in must have gotten the best of you. That must be it, right?
‘Okay’.
He slowly turned around before awkwardly laying an arm on top of the blankets.
‘You can touch me. You don’t have to place your arm on top of the sheets’, you smiled at his innocence. Who knew someone like him could be this squeamish about holding you?
‘Okay’.
It took him a while before pulling up the soft blanket he gave you and letting his arm rest on your waist. Almost immediately, you shuffled closer to him, already melting underneath the warmth of his body. It has been ages since you felt a kind and human touch.
You hummed when you felt his bare body against yours. ‘T-this not hurting you?’.
His voice sounded kinder like this. You shook your head, already tired of how relaxed you felt.
‘Never held anyone’, he whispered, ‘But feels nice’.
Yes, you definitely pitied him. You couldn’t agree with the choices he made, or what he called ‘work’, but was it strange to be like him if you never felt the warmth of an embrace?
‘Hm’, you smiled, intertwining your hand with his and bringing it to your chest, ‘It feels nice, Fei’.
Fei. You were the first, ‘normal’ person to call him that, and it sounded so much better when you said it.
Feitan closed his eyes, a content smile resting on his face. He loved your scent; sweet like honey.
‘Can get used to this’, he whispered, too quiet for you to understand, ‘Much better than the scent of your burnt flesh’.
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The Ghost of a Star
fanfiction
ao3
word count: 1420
Lancer discovers one of his students is a ghost. @mystyrust
another ghost farm fic idk if this is exactly what i wanted it to be like but
Lancer sighed as he heavily sat down on his couch. He had been trying to keep his mind off of everything that was happening in Amity Park by grading some of the last assignments he had collected from his students before they canceled school. It had been working but when he reached Sam Manson’s paper, his heart did a somersault in his chest and he decided he needed a break. Perhaps grading the papers of his missing students wasn’t the best distraction.
Star had been missing for a month now. Then it was Paulina. One by one Lancer had to watch his students disappear while he could do nothing about it. Even when school was canceled and curfews were put into place, students still went missing. Even just today he heard from Jack and Maddie Fenton that their son was missing. They called him frantically, asking if he had seen him at all, if Danny had come to talk to him for any reason.
Danny didn’t really have any reasons to come see Lancer at home, and he knew the Fentons were reaching. Hoping against anything that their son wasn’t among those that were taken.
It had only been a few hours since Danny went missing. He supposed only time would tell if he really was taken or not. He always seemed to be running away and disappearing. It was hard to say with him.
Lancer sighed and reached forward to grab the remote off of the coffee table. He turned on the tv and started flicking through channels, looking for something interesting to watch. Something to hopefully get his mind off of this again.
He quickly changed between channels and he saw something on the news that caught his eye but he changed the channel again before he could think about it. Going back to the previous channel, he set the remote down and listened to what the news reporter was saying.
“The GIW always spoke about how they were the heroes of this town. They were concerned with our safety and vowed to do everything they could to protect us from the ghosts that were invading Amity Park.”
Lancer’s lip curled. The GIW always rubbed him the wrong way. They used their government positions in a way to strike fear into people that didn’t want to cooperate. And they attacked Phantom every chance they got. It didn’t sit right with him.
“Earlier today it was discovered that the GIW were the ones responsible for the disappearances of every teenager that has gone missing in the last couple weeks. It was said that they…”
The news reporter's voice faded away as Lancer processed what she was saying. The GIW? The GIW were kidnapping all those kids? Why? What reasons could they possibly have for doing something like that?
“... appears that the students were experimented on.”
Lancer’s head snapped back up to the tv. Experimented on? To kill a mockingbird!
“Many of the students that had disappeared made it out of the GIW research compound alive, though not without side effects. A number of students did not make it through the studies that the GIW conducted.”
Lancer sat there, his heartbeat speeding up as he waited for her to tell them who had died. Which of his students didn’t make it out of those horrible experiments that they were forced to go through. It made him angry. He wished the GIW had never come to Amity Park. Those kids didn’t deserve that.
She did not disclose the names of the kids that died. Feeling heavy, he turned the tv back off and decided maybe it would be best if he just went to sleep.
At least it was all over now.
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It was a somber day today.
They were holding a memorial for the kids who had died inside the compound. It was something the students wanted to arrange, to pay memory and respects to their passed classmates.
Lancer had finally learned the names of the kids who had died. Many of them were kids he didn’t get the chance to teach. But there were a few names he recognized. Mikey, Kyle, Star.
They had all been good kids. He felt sick that they had gotten caught up in anything like this. Their lives had been cut too short. While he was glad it was stopped when it was, he would wish for more than anything that it had stopped sooner. Or never happened at all.
Lancer pulled into the parking lot of the school and turned his car off. He sat there for a moment, staring out his windshield at the gray clouds. The first few drops fell and landed on the windows. How fitting that it always rained on days like this.
He stepped out of his car and made sure to lock it. He wanted to make it last as long as possible before he arrived. He wanted to pay his respects, but he was also dreading it.
He slowly walked to where the big group of students, parents, and teachers were already gathered on the side of the school. It was a big group. He was saddened by how many people this affected.
He finally made it to the back of the crowd. He could see Sam and Paulina standing up at the front. Behind them was lots of memorabilia that had been gathered and brought for those they were remembering. He saw them look up at him. Seeing that he arrived, Sam took a deep breath and started speaking.
“Hello, everyone. Thank you for coming. What has happened was truly horrific. It’s not something I would wish on anyone. Today we are here to give our respects to those who didn’t make it out of this alive.”
“They are our friends. This was an experience we went through together. And even though they are still here with us, we decided to have this memorial to honor their lives that were taken from them.”
Lancer’s brows furrowed. The way that they were talking about the students that died was strange to him.
“Before, it was hard for me to grasp that the ghosts were once living people and not just monsters from another dimension.” Sam said. “But this experience made me realize exactly what it takes to make a ghost.”
Lancer’s eyes widened. They couldn’t mean…
“Come on, guys. You can come out now.” Paulina said shakily.
Next to them, a group of teenagers appeared out of nowhere. The crowd murmured in surprise. Clearly not many people had known about this already.
Every single student who had died was standing up there next to Sam and Paulina.
“This was a horrible experience to have gone through.” Paulina continued. “Not everyone made it. But we are here today to give them our respects. We will continue to cherish the lives that we lived with them, and we will always thank the fact we were allowed to get more time with them. It’s something I will be grateful for for the rest of my life.”
“We don’t mean to shock anyone with this revelation.” Sam said. There were whispers being exchanged throughout the group. “We thought this would be the best way to go about doing this. They are still the same people as they were when they were alive, and we’re hoping to treat them as such. I am also grateful that they are also still with us today and I hope we can all somehow make it past this experience together. Thank you.”
Lancer watched as Sam and Paulina moved towards the group of ghosts. Paulina threw her arms around Star’s shoulders. She hugged Paulina back just as hard, her eyes darting across the faces in the crowds, fear filling her eyes. Lancer’s heart broke for her. He couldn’t imagine going through such a terrifying experience just to have to come back, now plagued by being something everyone thought was a monster.
Star’s gaze traveled across the crowd until it landed on him. She must’ve noticed him staring at her because she flinched under his gaze. He lifted up an arm and waved at her. He wasn’t sure how to convey everything he wanted yet, but he hoped a simple gesture would do enough for her for now.
She waved back at him as tears sprung into her eyes.
He knew there wasn’t much he could do for these kids. But he could try something. Anything. He’d do whatever he could to help them through this.
#gorgi writes#danny phantom#phic phight 2023#lancer#star#paulina sanchez#sam manson#fanfiction#ghost farm
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Kartein x reader
WARNING! angst, death, murder, mentions of murder, conspiracy
What did I do to deserve my suffering? Why was my family killed? Why did I survive?
I always ask myself these questions. I stopped believing in goodness and began to see only cruelty in people. Being from a family of awakened ones, I became one of the strongest through my own efforts. Top 50 world ranking... It's funny, but no one deserves such honors as a ranking, looking at these fake smiles that are trying to praise me, but in reality they are looking for an opportunity to kill me. How ridiculous.
Previously, I would have gladly given everything I have, just to stay alive or, in extreme cases, to meet my parents in the next world, but... Over time, I realized that I was still alive, so I had to take revenge.
Revenge is not a noble thing, it is only to please your ego, it will not bring your loved ones back to life and yet... At the hands of these bastards, many people have already suffered and many were in the same desperate situation as me, so why not unite all the affected organizations and strike back? Change the entire system of the awakened world, destroy this hierarchy!
Yes, it’s not easy, but I’m already getting closer to success. First, I gathered all possible survivors and convinced them to join me. I couldn't take this revenge alone, I need strength. The more power the better. Still, I will deal with everyone from the top 10, and even though they have stayed in the top for a long time, they will still be stronger.
But the main task, and a difficult one at the same time, will be to convince Kaidan and Kartein to join our side. And if Kayden can be convinced with the pretext of arranging a meeting with the top 10 for him to fight, then with Kartein it’s a completely different matter. He will never agree to be on our side, since he has no benefit from it, just being a good friend with him does not mean that I can influence him. We have known each other since childhood and were good friends, but still it is unlikely that he will remember me, and knowing his stubborn character, it is unlikely that he will agree to help.
- Khe-khe! - another attack. This time, the cough was accompanied by blood. I don't have long to live... Damn! At least I have time to take my revenge, otherwise all my efforts will go down the drain. We have to hurry.
If we fail to convince them to come over to our side, then we will make sure that they themselves, without realizing it, fight against this system.
Thanks to the spies I sent to various organizations, I ordered them to sow the seed of doubt in the hierarchical system of the awakened. I can't wait any longer, there's no chance I'll survive, my time is running out.
A couple of months later, I was overjoyed. The plan worked as it should, all organizations went against each other. No one believed in the power of the top 10 anymore, everyone wanted more power and strength, especially after Kayden defeated Astra. Everyone thought that since Kayden could become top 10, then we could too. And this is what I wanted from the very beginning. This is the world of the awakened, the system is too stuck in one place. Everyone forgot that the rating used to change, not by days, but by the hour. Eternal rivalry, proof that we are not ordinary people, but awakened ones, we tend to fight for rivalry and prove our strength, but not by the example of killing others to prove our strength. Everything must have a line of permissibility, a line of humanity. Immersed in power and strength, we forgot that before everything was completely different.
No one will know that I was behind this whole performance of revenge, because the director also became an actor, an extra in this play. Pretending that I am fighting with other organizations, I slowly move towards the cliff. No, I’m not a cornered mouse, I’m just a new cog in the new system of the world of the awakened. Now, my opponent must kill me. This will put an end to my suffering from the disease and I can calmly leave this world, knowing that I have taken my revenge, but for some reason I can’t shake the feeling that something is about to happen.
- Finally, I found the main puppeteer of this whole play, -a familiar voice... Why, childhood memories came flooding back to me, where I jokingly said that I would marry Kartein. Those were glorious times, it’s a pity they can’t be brought back again. - Will you continue to lie on the ground or will you show your strength? Where did the (Y/N) I remember go?
Is this really... Kartein?
- Gone away, Kartein! - knowing the rumors that Kartein has an arrogant disposition, it is unlikely that he would tolerate such an attitude towards himself.
Actually, I was right, because the next minute, he killed the awakened one who fought with me.
- Haa... It would be better if you finished me off...
- Finishing off the one I’ve loved since childhood will be an unexpected twist in your play, don’t you think? - loves you since childhood? Apparently these are hallucinations before death. Kartein came up to me and got down on one knee, helping me get up, but he no longer had the strength to even do that.
- I don’t think so. No one knows that I am the puppeteer of this play except you. I don't have long to live anyway, so tell me, how did you know that I was the puppeteer of this play? I'm really interested...
- I’ll tell you only after I heal you.
- Stop it, Kartein. Even if you are able to heal your wounds, you are unlikely to get rid of your illness. My fate was sealed a long time ago, so do me a favor. Put me out of my misery.
For a couple of minutes, Kartein was silent. This is understandable; it is difficult to come to terms with the death of a friend and loved one. It’s nice to hear and understand that someone really loves you, but it’s very difficult to kill with your own hands.
- I became a healer to help you. And now you're telling me that I can't help you? Is it better to just kill you?! - Kartein was angry. This and that is amazing.
- No matter how brilliant a healer you are, death cannot be defeated. There is no panacea for all diseases, and the fact that we, as awakened ones, differ in health from ordinary people does not negate the fact that we can also die... Kartein, just finish me off. If it were not for the illness, I would gladly accept your help, but not in this case. Put me out of my misery...
I saw that Kartein was having a hard time, but I want to free him from this burden. I will bring him a lot of pain with my death, but being free will be a better gift for me than healing.
- I never believed in rebirth or anything like that, but if it exists, promise... Promise that we will meet in the next life...
It's actually unexpected to hear him say that. In my adult years, I rarely saw him, and when I did, he looked arrogant and stubborn. Seeing him vulnerable is hard to even believe. But if my words calm him down even a little, then I will be glad to promise him something that may never come true.
- I promise.
Although Kartein hesitated, he did not waste time and as soon as he heard the words confirming the promise, he activated his ability and took my life. The last thing I saw before he died was Kartein, who was crying, saying that it was his fault that he could not help me earlier.
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Six Sentence Sunday/WIP Wednesday (Science Fiction Double Feature - 😉)
Going to kill two birds with one stone. I've been tagged by a few people for both of these, and decided to do a double feature and answer both 😂 - hence the title of the post. Though it did make me think of my favorite version of said song.
So thanks: @forabeatofadrum, @annepi-blog, @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion and @kurtsascot for thinking of me and tagging me!
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Well, not surprisingly, I'm still working on If I Can Make Your Heart My Home. I'm so grateful for all of you folks who have been reading along. Thank you for your kudos and kind words . . . and some very passionate feelings about the story! I love all the feedback. 💖💖💖💖
So here's a little excerpt from an upcoming chapter:
Blaine leaned across the bar. “Do you have any bottled water?’ He asked the bartender. “For the orchestra?”
The bartender nodded and reached behind the counter for a number of water bottles which he passed off to Blaine. Blaine nodded his thanks and turned to walk back to the waiting musicians when he inadvertently jostled another guest’s shoulder. A number of the water bottles slipped from his arms onto the floor with a dull thud.
“Oh, fuck. Sorry, mate. I didn’t see you there.”
Blaine shook his head as he watched the guest place an empty champagne flute on the bar in order to bend down and pick up the remaining bottles on the floor. “My fault, really. I wasn’t paying attention.” Blaine said in return.
The guest grinned and picked up the fallen soldiers. ‘Here, let me help you out.” He stood up and looked around the ballroom. “Where to?”
Blaine nodded his thanks. “Just up to the orchestra.”
“I’m Adam, by the way. Adam Crawford.”
“Blaine. Blaine Anderson.”
The guest stopped in his tracks. “Wait, Anderson?”
Blaine turned around, puzzled. “Yes.”
Adam stared at Blaine for a moment, a look of recognition dawning on his face. “Aren’t you . .”
Blaine sighed. ‘Yes, Cooper Anderson’s brother. Bradford Anderson’s son. That Anderson family.”
Adam shook his head. “No, I was going to ask if you were the Anderson who played the cello at the MusiCares benefit a few months ago. I loved that piece you ended the night with. Bach, I think it was, right?”
“I . . uh, yes. Yes it was. That was me.” Blaine said, flustered. “I’m sorry, most folks aren’t able to pick up or remember that. At least at these events - unless you play as well?”
Adam chuckled as he shook his head. “No, my talents lie far, far away from any sort of musical instrument. I prefer the pen to the bow.”
“Author?” Blaine asked as they continued towards the orchestra together. He started handing out the bottles to the waiting musicians as soon as they got there.
“Well, working on that," Adam admitted. “It’s a long term goal. But for now, I’m a Lifestyle reporter for The Guardian.” He passed off the water bottles in his hands one by one to Blaine.
“Ahhh," Blaine said. “Working dinner then?” He smiled broadly as Adam nodded. “Well, I hope you enjoy the music tonight. I did all the arrangements myself and personally selected the musicians to play. If you need any information about the pieces or the orchestra, just let me know.”
Adam threw Blaine a grateful look. He pulled a business card out of his pocket and passed it over to the cellist. “That would be great. Here’s my contact info. Now, sorry I have to run before Kurt starts thinking I abandoned him. I promised him another round of champagne a few minutes ago.
“K . .Kurt?”
Gorgeous cover art above by @datshitrandom
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Interior decor is self-expression
I do think it’s kind of peculiar that Jungkook admitted that he did not decorate his apartment. (By the way, for anyone thinking he was using a computer while entertaining us, he was using an Apple TV remote to look for songs.)
Remember everyone making a big deal out of the Marvel action figure showcase/shrine in that picture of Bam? The same room we saw a few times in other photos of Bam and his brother’s dogs...
The interior walls of the action figure room don’t look the same as his v live kitchen.
As artsy as JK is and the fact he has a big dog...seems like his apartment would consist of more than what we just learned...
So if he doesn’t decorate his apartment, those pictures of Bam are most likely not his apartment. JK shared that photo of Bam on IG in early December 2021 while in COVID isolation after returning from Los Angeles.
BACK TO THE CAR SHARING/LIVING ARRANGEMENTS DEBATE:
At that time, Jungkook waited about 15 minutes for Jimin to get through customs at the airport. We saw that Jimin was headed to the same car as Jungkook upon arrival back from Los Angeles, only to be led by the arm to another waiting vehicle. They thought they would be traveling together in the same vehicle, otherwise why wait for Jimin? In this case, they had an extra vehicle waiting. Because their team knew they were headed to different destinations.
So Jimin went to his own apartment and Jungkook must have gone to his brother’s to isolate – his immediate family. Not to HIS own apartment which is barren of furniture and only has mattresses, air purifiers and scent diffusers. Because he wouldn’t have had any creature comforts like real dishes there for a ten day isolation because he doesn’t actually live there.
Granted, that was six months ago and the kitchen in which he did his V Live the other day could be a new apartment. Maybe he didn’t own Mattress World/Dining Room Laundry Shrine back in December. We don’t know. Regardless, he washed two stainless steel mixing bowls and was drinking wine out of a coffee cup. He doesn’t actually live there full time. If he bought a new apartment, where are the information sleuths who always find out this stuff? Where’s the real estate purchase records that everyone shares to the world when one of them buys property? They don’t have a problem outing any other personal info so where is this if it was a recent acquisition? If its because they’ve taken steps to protect their private information better then YAY!
And when they returned from Las Vegas this past April, Jimin and Jungkook left the airport together after being on an airplane for at least 15 hours. That was 8 or 9 weeks ago, about two months. The car Jimin was in waited about 20 minutes for Jungkook...in this case, I would assume they were headed to the same place or to places that were very close to each other. But I am leaning to the same place.
In that one Run BTS (ep. 149) where they were divided into two teams and they were all decorating their space and Jimin and Jungkook started arguing over where to place the furniture? As if perhaps they had that conversation before?
It’s things like that I need to remember happened so I can get my perspective back so just give me some time and I think we will all get through this.
#jikook#kookmin#minkook#your living space decor will reflect your personality#we make our living spaces suit our comfort levels#car sharing and living arrangements AGAIN
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