#jewellery luring

[staryuee]

GIVING THEM A FRIENDSHIP BRACELET

꒰warnings꒱ not proofread…:3

⠀꒲ ` synopsis . . . how would your significant other react when you give them a friendship bracelet made by your own kind hands?

⠀꒲ ` characters . . . diluc, kazuha, kokomi, scaramouche, heizou, itto, cyno, lyney, lynette, freminet, furina, neuvillette, navia, ga ming, chiori, arlecchino

⠀꒲ ` notes . . . this reminded of primary school days of making randomly coloured loom band bracelets…sniffles, the good ol’ days of giving your crush bundled up daisies that had bugs on them from the schools yard and then immediately running away (i am a lesbian i had no such experience in just talking for the sake of poetry ☆〜（ゝ。∂)

R. DILUC — 迪卢克

“what’s this, my love?” he cautiously surveyed the tiny strings and charms with a shocked yet rather satisfied expression. so this is what you were so focused on for the last couple hours…? he can’t help but feel slightly relieved that instead of wasting away at work you were merely crafting a cutely childish gift for him.

“it’s a friendship bracelet! look, i even managed to find these cute strawberry charms for you.” you laughed and start fiddling with the short strands near his scalp, fiddling with them and folding them over to create a stem-like shape.

diluc softly exhaled in amusement, wrapping the small piece of jewellery around his already bedazzled wrist. it takes him a real good second to actually realise what you just said. awkwardly coughing into his hand, diluc catches your attention, “darling, you do realise we’re married?”

a smile possesses your face as you hook your arm with his. “of course i do! i just thought it’d be cute, you know?” he smiled in response.

diluc is no stranger to friendship bracelets. after all, him and kaeya used to make those for each other all the time. sometimes that young triplet consisting of a very dedicated jean, a shy kaeya and a mischievous diluc (sometimes a cutsey barbara who tried to eat the beads) would gather together to create and exchange such bracelets.

a tradition that diluc might’ve let go of but had never forgotten. when you go to sleep at night diluc immediately places your bracelet into a drawer where he kept all of the ones from his childhood.

K. KAZUHA — 枫原万叶

“is this a friendship bracelet? that’s very considerate of you, my love.” kazuha tilts your chin to press a feather-light kiss onto your lips, his touch so tender it was like being touched by sunlight itself. “but i thought we were passed our journey of friendship?” his hand travel down to your hips. squeezing them intently to bring you close to his flowery scent.

“or do i need to remind you that we’re lovers?” taking your hand in his, kazuha leaned his head down to press his lips against your knuckles, eyes peeking through his bangs as if to entice you. and, well, of course it did. kazuha knew just a simple glance at you paired with an affectionate grin was enough to lure you into loving his arms.

kazuha didn’t expect for a piece of handmade jewellery consisting of maple leaf charms with red string to become so sentimental to him, but it was only a matter of time till the bracelet helped become an engraved memory of you. he’d kiss it each time you were apart, hold it up against moonlight while stargazing, trying to illustrate your figure within a constellation.

wandering became more exciting. he’d get to slowly part from your lips, while still having a perpetual reminder of the love you shared with a few pieces of strings tied to his wrist alone.

kazuha, though content with this, always secretly craved to hear the sound of your voice as you called his name and reached out to him. however, within his life he’s learned one thing that has truly stood out; it’s the small things in life that mirror true beauty.

S. KOKOMI — 珊瑚宫心海

“your excellency? what is that on your wrist?” gorou tilted his head curiously, his ears twitching in tandem.

“hm? oh, this?” she shakes the coral coloured bracelet, making the beads and fish charms jingle excitedly as if they were jumping within sea waves. “haha, [name] gave it to me. it’s a friendship bracelet!” kokomi shows it off with pride, a flutter of flapping fins hit her ribcage in the form of her beating heart at the prospect of people seeing the deepness of your ocean-depth bond with just a few beads on a string.

burnout is utterly debilitating. as kokomi spends only a few minutes in her recluse corner within watatsumi, even the shimmering of pearls and the quiet sound of the shore isn’t enough to bring her fragmented energy to rest. nesting her head upon the bundled arms that laid carefully on her desk, she attempted to snooze. finding that she can just barely flutter her curled eyelashes close before an unbearable ache pinches her eyebrows into a knot.

feeling defeated, kokomi sits back up and taps her fingers absentmindedly on the wood, finding just a tiny bit of solace in the sound of clicking and clacking. wait…she quickly glanced at her wrist, noticing she completely forgot to take off her bracelet when preforming her duties. despite her fatigue, kokomi can’t help but exhale a smile. calloused fingers tweezing the bubbly fish charms in an attempt for stimuli that wasn’t so agonising.

she’s so glad she has you, even if that memory of you is withheld in something children share for an intended promise of foreverness.

SCARAMOUCHE — 斯卡拉姆齐

“are you twelve?“ scaramouche raises his eyebrows at you with a sneer, a look of either disgust or confusion on his face. “if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were mocking me.”

“you’re short but not kid short!” you retorted to appease him, rolling your eyes at his annoying theatrics. did he really have to be so bitchy all the time? i guess when people say that short people tend to be the most angry because all that wrath is bottled into such a teeny body it’s very true…

the friendship bracelets (yes you made two!) were a representation of his journey from the malicious “balladeer” to the slightly less malicious and more so bittersweet wanderer. a contradicting colour palette yet his frosty and asshole attitude remained the same no matter what hue of the rainbow he was dipped in (should’ve been named skittle not scaramouche).

“if you don’t like it that much you don’t have to wear it, it’s not like i’m forcing you.” a pang of disappointed squeezed your chest heavily. it would’ve been fine if he just threw it away after a week or so. you would’ve been extremely hurt yes, but it’s better than having your own lover reject a handmade gift without even a thought for your feelings.

seeing your frown lines and the way your eyebrows scrunched together, scaramouche sighed and immediately snatched the bracelets back. quickly covering them over his wrist and crossing his arms over his chest defiantly. “i never said i wouldn’t wear it, stop being whiny.”

the slight embarrassment he felt was worth every stroke of blush on his cheeks if it meant he could see you smile brightly at something so childish.

S. HEIZOU — 鹿野院平藏

“it’s not our anniversary.” heizou stated simply.

“nope.”

“neither of our birthdays.”

“nope.”

“not a special achievement either.”

“nope.”

“alright, love, spill. what’s the occasion, hm? just in the mood to spoil me with your affections?” heizou threw his hands up in defeat. not being able to use his detective experience into deciphering why you decided to be so cute today and bless his otherwise uneventful day.

carefully, you wrapped the bracelet around his eager wrist. “no occasion~ just felt like giving you a friendship bracelet to show my love for you.” he raises an eyebrow. leaning to your eye level, heizou procures a look of confused distaste at your seemingly innocent admission. “friendship?” he looks away dejected, placing his hands on his hips. “and here i thought i was your very cool and sweet boyfriend.”

brushing away his dramatics and looping your arms around his neck to pull his pouty face in closer, you retaliate. “oh hush, you’re still my lovely dramatic boyfriend.” heizou smirked and leaned in impossibly close, his breath tickling your soft skin generously.

“then, could you show your love for me in another way too?” begrudgingly, you caved. moulding your lips with his while his hands gradually situated themselves on your hips. a chuckle escapes his occupied mouth, leaving a tingling feeling down your spine as you pull away, a bright smirk on his face. “thanks for the bracelet, baby~ i’ll be sure to wear it as my lucky charm during investigations!”

A. ITTO — 荒泷一斗

“well of course you’d want to bless the almighty arataki itto with such a gift! i humbly accept your offering~” itto sways a thumbs up, tongue rolling across his pointy teeth in an extravagant display of confident hubris. all in vain, of course. no amount of bravado could dull the charming blush on his cheeks; the way his grin hoisted into a genuine smile of gratitude or the way his eyes glistened with a familiar light; childlike wonder.

itto was never and has never been accustomed to such small things in life. honestly, he was lucky for a stranger to not throw insults, physical objects, hits, kicks, spit, and the like for his mere existence. a friendship bracelet was an event that was so far out of reach for the oni that the only thing he wanted to do right now was to kiss you stupid.

but, he couldn’t. he stood still, twiddling with the beads that nested against his wrist with a haze that was absentminded you felt like tapping him would cause a bubble to burst above his head for water to splash him awake.

the word “friend” doesn’t even register into his brain. he’s too content with the knowledge that your bond meant something to you. that he meant something to you.

you’ve never seen itto so quiet before. he’s usually this giant (literally) ball of energy that bounces around the place and shares an infectious attitude of confidence and joy with no restraint even to the most stoic, but right now, it was like he was that small vulnerable child again given a chance at redemption for simply living.

CYNO — 赛诺

cyno tilts his head to the side as he stares with pinched brows at the weaved threads of purple and yellow beads and charms that you held in front of you with a delicate hand. “what’s the bracelet for?”

“it’s a friendship bracelet!” taking the initiative, you wrap the bracelet around his relatively small wrist and watch in awe as it seems to match his palette perfectly. perhaps not his personality, but maybe if he wore this around regularly people wouldn’t be so frightened by his frozen features.

cyno went quiet for a moment, a look of confusion on his face. a look that made you shrink in shame. did he not like it? was something wrong with it? is it too childish for someone with such an esteemed status? all such baseless thoughts get immediately dispelled once cyno’s lips curl into a subtle grin, his eyes narrowing devilishly.

you’ve often seen this look when he’s about to score a rewarding win in a tcg tournament. but, he also had this look when…fuck. you sigh in defeat and simply let him say it. “why did the friendship bracelet break up with its partner?”

“…ha. why?”

“because it felt tied down.”

you know how in animes when someone says something very fucking stupid, it’s like the world echoes with silence to allow the person to truly feel the embarrassment from their words? you hoped that’s what cyno felt when you blank stared him with a thin line for your lips, hands clenching and unclenching as you fought the urge to squeeze his cheeks together.

“do you get it?” he asks, but before he can ramble about the absolutely articulate construction of his pun, you spring into action and press your lips passionately on his. of course, he replies eagerly. enjoying the clicking of the beads hitting together as his hand made it’s swift, instinctive movement to your waist.

LYNEY — 林尼

“mon ange…is this for me?” lyney smiles gently at you, sneaking the red bracelet onto his wrist. unable to take his away from the fine craftsmanship and the adorable details of hats, doves and some card charms. knowing you thought of him so directly and so in depth made his heart flutter the same way a dove’s wings expand after being liberated from a cooped cage.

“of course it is, it’s a friendship bracelet!” you clasp your hands behind your back, awaiting either his praise or his teasing — whatever he was in the mood for more. despite the happiness that surged through his heart like a bad game of throw the dart, believe me you shot him hard in the feels, lyney frowns.

“but, mon chéri…” he sighs in despair, a theatric hand over the very heart you had gripped tightly in your hand with a mere few beads of coloured wax. “i haven’t gotten a gift for you, i feel rather ashamed of myself.”

“don’t worry about that, this is just meant to be my good luck charm for you during your shows and…” your voice trailed off to him. not because he was uninterested but because he loved the buzzing sound of your melodic syllables each time your lips opened.

“ah, my dear,” lyney paused your affectionate rambles politely, “you’ve got something here…” you tilt your head to the side quizzically and await for him to point at it or take it out. he grins wildly. “well, isn’t that cute?” lyney chuckles softly and while leaning suuuper close to your ear, ‘magically’ pulls out a rainbow rose from seemingly no where.

“it seems we’re even now, hm?” he gestures, handing the rose over with a wink, leaving a cheeky kiss to your jawline in gratitude.

LYNETTE — 琳妮特

knowing lynette’s character and demeanour intricately, you’re aware that grand gestures aren’t at all her thing. she can barely handle a tea time conversation with someone if she’s forced to play an active role.

the bracelet sat enclosed within your palm as you rambled on about your day to lynette, feeling an unshakable amount of anxiety vomiting into your gut for no reason but overthinking. you’ve been avoiding giving her this bracelet for a week now in fear she’ll find very little value or use in something so minimal.

“you have something you want to give me.” a phrase intended as a question, but said more so as a statement.

“i…uh, how did you know?” you laugh and play with the strings of the bracelet cautiously as to not break it.

“your eyebrows are furrowed and you keep glancing away from me.” she analyses you like a real robot…i guess she’s really committed to that bit. either that or she just loves you too much that being unable to read your expressions would be a grievous sin on her part.

with a sigh of defeat, you slide over the bracelet to her with an awkward smile paling your usually joyous lips. “i made a friendship bracelet for you…thought it’d be cute.” lynette doesn’t understand people around her a majority of the time. truly, she doesn’t even want to, it’s not like she needs to either since she has her brother to leech on and others to fool with her robotic party trick and yet, she can’t help but wonder why it is you choose to defend yourself over something so sweet.

“thank you, it’s cute. i’ll wear it for my next show if i’m able to.” her lips curve upward in what to most would seem like a twenty degree uplift, but to you, it meant quite literally everything.

FREMINET — 菲米尼

nothing. no amount of experiences with his interactions with people could’ve prepared him for the absolute heart attack that was this gesture.

he loved it, too much. he wishes he could just dip back into the ocean depths. indulge in a meaningless conversation with the tidalga, or even express his feelings of adoration to you to pers. but currently, it was only you two sharing a humble moment together. no person he could lean in, no space he could rush the words he’d love to say to you in gratitude for the gift.

and you knew that. and that’s what he also loved about you. how willing you were to accept and love him even with him being less socially adept than a coral reef. feeling the cool and vibrant coloured bracelet tilt around his wrist and knot in place, he smiled wobbly.

between the silence, you knew that the quiet smile and nod meant more than his stammered and hushed words could ever express. leaning in to press a kiss to the side of his wrist and cheek, freminet manages to gulp a bit of courage and swallow his static and tingly anxiety, reaching to kiss your forehead. letting his lips linger momentarily before he backed away. “thank you…”

FURINA — 芙宁娜

heartbeat pounding in her ears. eyes narrowing into puffy circles. her bottom lip bitten brutally by her gnashing teeth. hands shaky, making her teacup tremble within her grip. why were you glaring at her so intensely?!

first the invitation for a tea party with only you two as the special guests. second the ominous letter claiming you two “need to talk.” and now, you were completely quiet and calmly snacking, drinking away several blends of tea without a word! it was absolutely ridiculous to think the one person she has entrusted her still mending heart with is ignoring all the clear signs of hesitance and vulnerabilities within the relationship despite them all being initiated by them!

“so, furina.” you clasp your hands together, an impish look transforming your usually peaceful face. her heartbeat stammers as her eyes meet yours in a tender glance. “uhm..yeah?” furina attempts to appear more courageous than she is, but truly, she’s shitting it (for lack of a better term).

the silence stretched on for too long before you giggled and pulled up a blue and white toned bracelet from your sleeves, shaking it with your fingertips with a kind smile. “i made you a friendship bracelet!”

a ghost wavered out of her frightened soul, the tea in her hand put down at this point so she can savour the comforting feeling of her head in her hands. being a gorgeous, shining star in the spotlight of fontaine’s grand stage, furina isn’t a secondhand stranger to gifts. whether they’ve been given to her personally, awkwardly, silently, with no words signed or a creepy letter attached expressing their reverence.

she wishes you’d sometimes go that route instead of matching her in these theatrics! begrudgingly, despite the little flutter in her heart, she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist and looked at you with a pout that you couldn’t help but lean in to kiss.

NEUVILLETTE — 那维莱特

neuvillette hums a tune along to the orchestra of the vinyl. an accompanying sound of his pen hastily itching onto the paper adding to the rhythm. his door opens and while he’d normally remain quietly focused on his piling paperwork, he recognised this particular patter of footsteps coming towards him. you.

smiling habitually and peering his head up, neuvillette greeted you lovingly. “hello, my love. what brings you here today? did you get in trouble?” he knew the reason you’d come ushering into his office was hardly with the intention of getting him to aid you with your troublesome quarrels, but rather, you just wanting his love and affection that he was more than willing to fulfil. if time allowed, of course.

“no, no. nothing like that, yet…” you grinned and neuvillette looked at you with a playful look of disappointment at the hesitance. “i made you a gift!” with a prideful aura that was less arrogance and more pure joy, you presented the bracelet to him. he wasted no time in stirring the small bundle of fabric and beads with his gloves. “look,” you pointed eagerly, “i even managed to commission some furina and melusine charms! you know how we always joke about them being like our children? i thought i’d be a cute addition!”

he exhaled a satisfactory laugh in agreement, interlocking your hand in his to press a kiss to your knuckles in thanks. “cute, indeed. thank you, mon chéri. you’re too sweet sometimes.” you sit on the edge of his desk, watching excitedly as he places the bracelet onto his wrist. “as a gift in return, after i’m done with work, how about we take a nice stroll together? i assure you, no rain will interrupt our serenity so long as you’re by my side.”

NAVIA — 娜维娅

immediately gushes at you as your palm opens to present the gold and blue hued bracelet to her, adorned with rose charms that you personally painted in gold and a greyish blue to accentuate her outfit if she decides to wear it. it was less a decision and more a necessity.

she delicately handled the bracelet onto her wrist and kissed both of your cheeks in gratitude, “thank you so much, sweetheart! this is so cute…but what’s the occasion? it’s not our anniversary or anything like that.” navia smiled at you, playing with some of the little roses and twirling them around in appreciation.

“it’s a friendship bracelet!”

her lips pucker into a pout as she starts to coddle you within her arms, occasionally swinging you around gently. “you’re so absolutely adorable!” she nips at your earlobe, kissing it as a form of apology. “but honey, you do know we aren’t just friends right?” navia captures your cheeks within her palms. “we’re lovers!” she presses several kisses across your face, ending her affectionate spillage with a press of her lips on yours.

“oops— haha, sorry i got lipstick all over you, darling.” navia chuckled and began wiping away all the lipstick smudges from your pretty face. yet her attempts bore no fruit. instead of wiping away anything, she only made it oh so much worse. “ah well, guess we both got presents from one another today?” she snickers, twirling her wrist to show off the bracelet with a wink.

GA MING — 嘉明

if you thought this man’s eyes couldn’t get any brighter, then you’re absolutely dead wrong. if you thought he could jump high while lion dancing, you’re also absolutely dead wrong!

he could outrun god right now. if you asked him to defeat a hoard of lined up mondstadt and liyue treasure hoarders, he’d do it in a heartbeat. what possessed you to be so cute?! do you seriously think he can take another heart attack like this after the one he had during lantern rite?

you aren’t able to say much or even explain your reasons for as to why you decided to make this nor what it even is or represents before ga ming smacks his lips messily all over your face. a mixture of your own gloss from kissing you earlier and his own saliva stick to your skin sloppily and you can’t help but feel both enamoured and grossly repulsed at the mixture of sticky wetness on your cheeks as well as the love that seemed to glow like fireworks.

“mmuah~! i love you so much…are you trying to make me cry?” he pouts, becoming a giggling mess as soon as you roll your eyes at his dramatics.

he keeps the bracelet on every day. sometimes he’ll be pouty all day if he’s unable to wear it in fear of it snapping and wasting away all your precious hard work due to either his negligence or the pains of manual labour…he’ll have to cope with simply glancing at the red imprints the beads had left intended onto his skin for satisfaction.

CHIORI — 千织

“what is this?” she jingles the vivid and strong orange coloured bracelet in front of her face, appreciating the tiny details of the cute sewing equipment charms and what looked to be handmade porcelain bows embedded onto some beads.

“it’s a friendship bracelet!” you gleam at her, pride evident in your face at your creation. she hums in agreement; it was certainly something alright.

“oh. cute.” that’s all the genuine feedback she could give you without mentioning how tacky it would look with her attire — it was an affectionate gesture, one which she didn’t want to undermine and therefore, with little complaint despite her own personal conflicts, she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist, extending her hand out and twirling it to admire the craftsmanship.

you won’t see her actively wearing it out in every day life, perhaps you’ll manage to sneak a glimpse of her playing with the beads while she’s going over some designs in her sketchbook but otherwise, her gloved hands contain nothing but the smell of perfume.

not that she’d admit it outright until you asked, but the real reason she refuses to wear your bracelet daily is for a simple reason; she doesn’t want it to break in order to have that constant reminder of you as she goes to bed and stares up at her ceiling with the bracelet being coddled between her fingertips.

ARLECCHINO — 阿蕾奇诺

“you’re so childish.” she muses, tracing her nails across the beads, eliciting a weird clacking sound as the charms and beads hit against each other. “but i suppose that’s also an alluring aspect to you.” she ushers the bracelet onto her wrist. despite it being completely covered, there was something even more intimate about her gift being a part of a hidden identity for her; your affection only intended for your gorgeous eyes and her narrowed ones.

tilting your head to her eye-level, you can smell her musky perfume. she leaned in for a kiss. her lips tasting like flavoured gloss consisting of all sorts of red berries, an accurate mirror to the rosey colour of her bright lips. a sneaky hand traced circles around your hips and waist as she attempted to take your breath away. a scythe is a befitting weapon for a woman who’s kiss was practically a notion for death.

she’s used to her children offering gifts and trinkets to her. rocks, random jewellery they crafted with glue, messy crayon drawings, sometimes even in the most macabre scenarios, blood itself. each of those, however, she cherished wholeheartedly. the same way she’d cherish the bond between you two that she’d never allow for anyone to break.

so long as she continuously receives silly gestures like this, she’s convinced she’ll be able to hold you within her embrace with very little effort.

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[groguspicklejar]

nsfw!!!

Gaz is the type of man to make you wish you stayed home instead of going out for girl's night.

listen, listen, lemme tell you something— LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING!

i'm convinced that this guy wears nothing but gray sweatpants or shorts and nothing else when he's at home. so when you're getting dolled up for a get together with the girlies and you're doing your make up or putting your earrings on, you're looking at his reflection on the mirror and you see him looking at you while he's on the bed, almost tempting you to come back.

it's just that you see him shirtless and pants lowered enough to see those v lines, happy trail and that look in his eye —you know the one— and you can just feel yourself getting warmer and warmer because honestly, the girlies are fun and all, but they don't make you feel things the way he does.

sometimes it works and he lures you back in bed and he doesn't even bother taking off your little dress or your jewellery. he hikes the fabric up, lowers his pants, pushes your panties to the side and gently taps the tip on your clit before rubbing all over it.

"you really wanted to leave me like this?" he asks between heavy kisses as he slips inside your fluttering cunt, both of you gasping at how good it feels. "you know i'd never do that to you, right?"

he's gripping your hips and slides in deep, a choked moan clawing its way out of your throat while he groans. your legs were forced up to his shoulders, allowing him to sinch his shaft deeper until you felt the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. he kept you just like that; a slow pace that tore your sanity apart while your heels were by his ears.

half-lidded eyes, clouded with desire gazed down at you. he folded you in half when his lips touched your parted lips. you're not sure who descended from grace first. you're sure both of you were damned at the end.

other times, it doesn't work. in those days, you barely escape by the skin of your teeth. he'll be all over you. little touches here and there as you're getting ready. a kiss on your neck as he wraps his arms around you, looking at your reflection in the mirror. if it weren't for your phone ringing, snapping you out of your reverie, you'd be watching him sink his cock inside you through the mirror.

you slip away from him just before he could trap you exactly where he wants you. but not without consequence because he smacks your ass with a little growl that really makes you wish you chose to stay home.

and then there are days when it's a little bit of both. oh, he'll let you go alright. but not until he's had his fill. it could go one of two ways.

one: he'll fuck you in the shower so you don't have to worry about messing your hair and make-up later on. a very practical solution.

two: he'll have you pressed against the door just as you're about to leave and he'll be on his knees with his head between your thighs, tongue drawing circles on your clit while he fingers you until you cum on his face. after he's done, he slides your panties back up your legs, gives you a peck on the lips and sends you on your way. that's even if he decides to let you cum. he could leave you right on the very edge and makes you leave. he won't give you a choice, he'll look you dead in the eye with that smug grin and tell you to have fun with the girls. evil. pure evil, this man because he knows that leaving now is the last thing you want to do and he's punishing you for it.

he's such a little shit sometimes but i love him for it <3

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[honeyhenry]

Apple Pie and You and I

A little story of the Seresins aka Hangman being a softie for his girl. Fluff, no warnings, please enjoy!

Jake Seresin, a lone star state boy through and though, always found himself feeling closer to home with a warm apple pie and a country song playing with a gentle thrum on his Pop’s old record player in the room next door.

The only time he felt closer to a sense of home was with you - his lovely lady who had managed to lure and capture the Hangman hook line and sinker by batting her pretty lashes and making him work hard for her attention. It had taken him 3 weeks of smirks that turned to smiles, and insistence that turned into nothing shy of begging, for you to agree to a date. The only holding back he’d done was in omitting to state the thought that had urged him to act in the first place; “Oh, she's gonna be my wife someday.”

The typically cocksure brazen pilot hadn’t the need to utter those words for another 14 months, past the utterly exclusive dating period, nor in between months of loved up sweetness and the pained inevitability of month-long deployments. He’d told you the very moment after his 1 month deployment - which had extended into 7 and a half weeks - of a monogamous routine, where a few pictures and fond memories were just not cutting it any more.

The tarmac had scratched the khaki material of his bags as he'd dropped them with a heavy thud to the ground, only eager to reach your arms sooner. Your little sundress catching in the soft wind, the warmth of the sun heating your cheeks and nose as he engulfs you in his arms, holding tight before he'd pulled his head away to take a proper long look at your pretty face - and then brought your lips to his. He'd kissed you over and over and over, the smile on his face growing every time, your eyes clear and watering, having waited for this moment.

And quietly, once the decision was made to catch your breaths, he'd whispered, lips ghosting over yours, that you were it for him. That he was going to marry you.

According to the Navy, Hangman had no one at home, no next of kin unless you provided the contacts of his parents down in their ranch a few states away should there ever be the need for the passing over of belongings and dog tags to fatefully occur. But Jake Seresin? He had a whole life to get back to; one he needed to kick start with a ring and a question.

The ring itself would be an heirloom, no doubt about it, and had required a trip back to Texas to see his family and share with them his upcoming plans. Having met you a handful of times over Christmas and on big family birthdays, the Seresins were entirely on board. Jake's Momma had given him a close hug with tears in her eyes while his Dad and siblings cheered and grinned the classic Seresin smile. Their family often grew each year, but his Momma and Grammie had worried that their headstrong, flirtatious boy would get too caught up in the ways of the world to settle down. He was a softie at heart, and you had been the best thing to ever happen to him.

They adored you. Enough for Grammie to take her grandson into her study, and open the jewellery box safely nestled inside a locked cupboard door. "This one is a diamond", she'd said as she'd taken out a piece." It's been in the family since before I was born. It's even got the family name engraved inside." Jake had taken it, listening respectfully to his Grammie but still lost in the thought of how the ring would look so beautiful on your finger. Thinking of you being his, forever.

That had been 18 months ago now, and the glinting stone on your ring finger, alongside a shiny golden wedding band, showing that all had gone to plan. Hangman proudly wears his ring too, occasionally looping it around his dog tags if need be. However currently, in the Lone Star state, the dog tags are off and his ring fits snugly on his fourth finger as he holds you close.

It's campfire night at the ranch, and you sit on his lap, curled in and admiring the way his face has caught the sun, inspecting every detail of him in the glow of the fire he had helped to start. He looks between his family; uncles, cousins, grandparents, now and then but his main focus is always you. Your hands clasp his left one as he uses the other to nurse a beer after working up a sweat teaching his youngest nephews to play football earlier that day. It had been so endearing to watch as you'd prepared the barbecue and baked fresh cookies using the special Seresin recipe, with his Momma and sisters.

"I got the recipe from your Mom, for the cookies, so we can have them at home." You'd whispered sweetly as the chatter around the fire continued. "Do you know", Jake murmured, looking deep into your eyes as his green ones pierced into your soul. "Do you know how much I love you?"

Your giggle had been soft and the eye roll that followed made Jake smirk lovingly. Still in awe of how he got the girl that barely spoke to him but was still batting her lashes and playing hard to get. He brings your hand to his lips, kissing the point just above where your rings lay on your finger.

"The kids'll love 'em. You're gonna be a great Mom." He stops smirking and now looks at you, fully focused with a soft, genuine smile. Placing the beer down, he rests his hand on your stomach, underneath the sweatshirt of his you've borrowed that splashes the words University of Texas, Austin on the front. It's old and thinning out but it smells of Jake, so it's something you will happily bask in and nap in and snuggle in until you have to leave his family home once more.

"Shhhh. I already think Grammie knows", you scold him. And she does. Grammie knows and as his Momma watches the two of you interact now, she's certain that she knows too. Call it a Mother's instinct. Jake's little check-ins throughout the day had not gone unnoticed, nor had your daily naps that you blamed on the heat, despite it only being the middle of May.

"But Grammie knows everything, a few more days and I can finally tell 'em all. Been dyin' to sweetheart." His hand rubs your stomach gently, not to raise suspicion but also to comfort you. Sure, as the cookies and apple pie were brought out, he had felt a little nostalgia, but with you in his lap wearing his ring, and his baby in your belly, Jake Seresin had never felt more at home than in that moment.

#jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #top gun fic #top gun maverick fic #unsure what else to tag but i wanted to write a little something #so surprise ? i need a snack now so i'll post and hope for the best

[lace-coffin]

Hi!!! I really like your headcanons and I would’ve liked if your wrote some headcanons for Brahms Heelshire, Thomas Hewitt and Yautja (male if possible) with a muscular female reader. A muscle mommy if you will.

Pretty please :3

Hi! I’m so glad you like my headcanons that’s so lovely to hear < 3 I had such a good time writing this omg! I’m gonna write a fem yautja aswell for my little lesbian self !

How would the slashers react to a Muscle mommy!Reader? (NSFW)

Requests are open!

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms loves your muscles, he thinks you’re the most attractive person on this earth anyway but the muscles are an added bonus. He always feels so safe wrapped in your big arms when he’s having a bad day, it makes him feel grounded and protected.

He absolutely loves being put in his place, Brahms can be pretty stubborn at the best of times. Refusing to go to his lessons or take a bath? Up you go! Feel free to give his ass a slap if he kicks. He’ll yell and play up but he loves it, being manhandled over your shoulder like an object. Just ignore the boner pressing into you that he totally doesn’t have and is very angry about.

Demands to add your workout to his schedule. Brahms absolutely sits at the table with a little cup of tea and enjoys the show. The way the sweat drips down your arms is absolutely sinful and he loves every moment.

He absolutely hides behind you if you see a mouse or rat scuttle along the floor of the old mansion. Will your muscles realistically help against a mouse? Probably not. Is the mouse actually going to hurt a fully grown man? No. Does Brahms give a shit? No to both.

Thomas Hewitt

Tommy is a big guy himself, especially in the arm department, so he can appreciate how much work and time goes into your muscles. He defiantly has some weights and gym equipment in the basement for when it’s too hot to work out outside or you don’t feel like leaving the house. It’s a lot darker and cooler down there so you don’t have to worry about passing out from the heat or getting sunburnt.

Tommy will make himself ‘Busy’ in the basement when you’re working out. In reality he’s just moving things around pointlessly in an attempt to look like he’s not ogling you from across the room. If you tease him about it his ears will go a cute shade of pink. Let him know he’s allowed to just watch, he doesn’t need an excuse, hell, give him a little show whilst you’re at it.

Arm wrestling is a family event, and by that I mean you and Tommy wrestle and Hoyt yells from the sidelines. It’s nice for Tommy to have someone to roughhouse with without worrying about snapping their arm like a twig. It’s all fun and games so it’s not about who’s winning. Who’s counting anyway? (You’re totally winning)

If you want to fluster him easily then flex for him, pop him a flex whilst you’re helping move barn equipment, he eats it up every time. If you’re sweaty from the heavy lifting too? Even better

Hoyt has less chance of messing with or insulting you if you’re ripped. knowing that he’s an older man and that you could crush him like a tin can saves you from his scrutiny most of the time. Not that you think you would get to kick his ass before Tommy jumped in, but the idea is nice.

Male Yautja

Your partner is used to seeing female yautja bigger and stronger than himself but seeing it on you is so…different and exciting. He’s fascinated by the way the hard muscle sits on your human frame. He’d be lying if he said your strength didn’t lure him in.

He’s super proud of you, shows you off as his mate at any given chance, excitedly talking about how committed to training you are and how you’re perfectly made for hunting. His human is so little but so strong!!

Your mate loves to gift you jewellery and clothing, especially ones that accentuate your arms and midriff, totally not for his own prying eyes or anything. Bone accessories hang around your biceps, hand tied by your mate. He won’t be offended if you gain more muscle and he needs to alter his jewellery, infact he’d be delighted.

You’re not as strong as him considering he’s a massive reptile-esque alien who could crush you like a bug but you’re strong enough for him to not be as worried about hurting you as he would a normal human. You can play rough and dish it out at the same time. Sometimes he lets you win but he won’t tell you that.

Play fighting is always exiting, one minute you’re cuddling in your nest and the next you have him in a headlock, it’s a dirty move but it’s so worth it to see his mandibles flair as he flails in surprise. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find it a little hot too.

Female Yautja

Female Yautja are known for their strength and stature so having someone who stands on even ground (or as even as it can be with your mates strength) is impressive and new to her.

Dressing you up is a favourite pass time of hers, draping you in the finest silky materials from all over the planets and bone jewellery, hand crafted and hunted personally. Your mate is gratuitous in using semi-transparent fabrics for your outfits, giving herself ample opportunity to see slithers of taught muscles as you go about day to day.

Mating is always intense to say the least, usually females will wrestle the males for dominance during intercourse and well, you pack some weight behind you. Both of you are well defined in the muscle area and neither of you like to loose. Luckily you both have pretty good stamina so you’re not exhausted before you actually get to the deed. Sometimes you manage to pin her and the look on her face is gorgeous, fucked out flustered, she might even tilt her head in submission and give you access to her neck if you’re lucky.

#slasher x reader #slashers #slasher headcanons #writing #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #texas chainsaw the beginning #texas chainsaw massacre: the beggining #texas chainsaw massacre #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms heelshire #brahms the boy #the boy 2016 #yautja x reader #yautja x human #yautja #predator x reader #predator #my writing #slasher hcs #slasher #slasher fucker

[tulipsforvin]

CUFFS, CRIMINALS & COPS ‧₊˚✩彡

🌷: fighting writer's block (and losing) but at least we have a threesome with william j. moriarty & charles augustus milverton x f!reader 🗣️i present to you — filth from the deepest pits of hell !1!1!1

⚠️: CW! BDSM, rough sex, handcuffs, fingering, double penetration, anal sex (SORRY💀💀), dumbification, corruption kink, virginity loss, dominance, modern AU, they fuck you in suits, cumming inside, orgasm denial, overstimulation, porn w/ plot, william = bad cop, milverton = mafioso, cursing, hair pulling, cursing. NOT PROOFREAD, YOU MAY FIND ERRORS.

╰┈⪼ ୨ what happens when a high ranking bad cop & a major crime syndicate leader are determined to hire you and make you their's? ୧

⚠️ CW! NSFW AHEAD! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

flashes of red and blue flicker throughout the city, cop cars searching every nook and cranny — up and down, left and right, back and forth. everywhere.

red and blue. red and blue. red blue. red blue. redblue.

shouting from cops & citizens. police sirens booming. somebody yelling to call the fire department. chaos. pure chaos. you've wrecked havoc tonight, all at the expense of an anonymous tip you were given about the international action that happened tonight and all the ways to get in and out of the place.

although, you did, in the end get almost caught.

“haaa.. haa.. ha..” you're panting, out of breath. you need a place to conceal yourself. a place to collect yourself and to plan ahead. several steps ahead. it's only long before they call him. hell, he might as well be on his god damn way.

“check over there, too!” you hear a female cop shout some yards away from you. shit. you curse beneath your breath. does she mean here? where you currently are? are they coming right here?

you look down at the larger than life diamonds and jewelleries you've stolen from an international auction. you could very well lose your life if caught.

“fuck it.” you huff silently. you'd lost your partners in crime ages ago and now you were going solo. back pressed against the cold, hard brick wall - you take a peek at the cops who are at high alert, guns in hands.

yep. they're coming for you. but you'd be a fool & a coward to give up now that everything is said & done.

you look to your left; a train tunnel. with a shaky yet determined exhale, you take out the walkie-talkie from inside your pocket. could they track this? considering your partners have already been caught, they could use this as a means of luring you out.

as if you'd let that fucking happen. crunch.

your boot crushes the walkie-talkie beneath you and you slip past the gaps in the buildings, expertly maneuvering your way inside of the train tunnel. it's dark. you can barely see anything except the outlines of walls and discarded trash and cans of beer. leather gloved hands feel their way past the walls until you feel a gap. it only feels bigger. & deeper. “what is—”

for an instant, shorter than a mere second perhaps, you only feel the heavy, loud & all consuming vibrations from the train which seems to be making it's way past the tunnel before you're tumbling your way down a small hill of gravel and sharp edged glasses and stones — some cutting at your exposed body parts and some through the synthetic fiber; thus exposing even more of your flesh and skin.

“argh!” you exclaim in both frustration and in pain, looking down at your bruised skin. if it was only a bit brighter, you were sure you would probably be able to see blood seeping past broken skin. you look around, only for you to notice you're shrouded in complete darkness — not a hint of light in sight.

“my, my,” a teasing voice calls from the dark. “has the curious cat come prowling too deep into the shadows?”

you whip your head towards the sound, high alert and cautious. “who— who are you? show yourself!” you try to stand on your feet but your knees are too shaky; your legs too bruised to stay stable. you feel for the gun in your waist pocket. good, it's still there.

a yellow glint in the dark. light? no. there's two of them, akin to a serpentine. somebody's eyes. “that is what i should be asking you, deary. who are you?”

“i just..” you gulp. you couldn't quite describe it but there was something off-putting about this man — eerie and peculiar. “i'm— i'm just a civilian trying to get back home. i stumbled down the hole in the wall.”

yellow irises regard you intensely, scanning you from head to toe. “with a gun in your pocket?”

the dark figure steps forwards and suddenly comes in light a tall man wearing glasses, iridescent wavy hair and sharp yellow eyes that share similarities to a dangerous reptile. he looks over you, index finger under your chin as he lifts your face upwards.

you can smell it as he comes close; the sickly sweet smell of several mixed narcotics and multiple women's perfume that overlap. “i don't think so.”

a gunshot is fired up in the air.

“step away from her.”

that voice. you whip your head towards the direction of the voice and.. william. you would be able to recognise that voice anyplace and anytime. he'd landed you in prison over a dozen times before when you were still a petty thief, after all.

“tch, tch.” the white haired man tuts. “look who you've brought in.. ruining our fun like that.” he holds his hands up in the air, smiling at the blond man.

the blond, william, regards the two of you with a plain face — gun pointed and moving from milverton to you. “you as well, miss. hands in the air.”

damn it. you do as he says, swallowing hard.

“i don't think either of this would be wise, mr. moriarty.” milverton says, hands still up in the air.

william's eyes travel to milverton and so does the gun but he's calm. eerily quiet. “and why is that?” he arches an eyebrow but he already knows the answer.

“i'm sure you know that, too.” he hums. “this is my territory. and the two of you have wandered too deep in. surely you're aware of the consequences that may follow if you don't comply to me and my rules?”

milverton's chest is pressed up against your back, his hands have gone under your thighs — holding you up in the air with ease. he has a fairly toned body, you think. you can feel his abs even past the black suit. “is there something you're waiting for, mr. moriarty?” the iridescent, white haired man laughs amusedly.

william sighs, shaking his head and he steps forward and in between your legs. he's wearing a police uniform that is a tight fit to his body, making his bodily features stand out. “i'm sorry. are you afraid?”

red pupils regard you with both curiosity and concern, looking down onto you. are you afraid? of course you're fucking afraid. you're naked infront of two men you don't know. infact, you're scared shitless. but what difference would that make now?

“...yes.” you murmur out. the blond presses his forehead against yours gently and whispers quietly into your ear. “i'll get you out of here, i promise.”

the lights are now on—a dim red. and suddenly the women's perfume and the scent of narcotics make sense. this was perhaps a den for sex workers.

milverton lines his hard cock to your ass, fingers wrapped around it. william frowns at that. “if we are to play by your rules, mr. milverton, i ask that you at least make it enjoyable for the players; not painful.”

“hm? what could you possibly be talking about?” milverton raises an eyebrow, impatient to put it in.

william scoffs. “are you always rough with your women because you like it and have no regards for them, or is it because you're yet to feel their touch?”

milverton sneers at that, shrugging his shoulders. “you have much to say when you're here, of all places, mr moriaty.” william exhales. he turns his attention to you, “may i touch you, (name)?”

well, at least the blond seems nice, you think to yourself and nod at his words. “yeah, you may.”

at your approval, he dips his face into the crook of your neck where he kisses you. he trails kisses down to your collarbone until he reaches your breasts. a moan tumbles past your lips and you throw your head back against milverton's shoulder.

it fits perfectly into his mouth and he sucks and licks at the taut nipples like a man starved. you squeeze your thighs, unable to stop the queasy, wet feeling that's been growing between your legs.

“pay attention to me, too.” milverton rasps, hand under your chin until he tilts your head back enough to kiss you deeply. his hand travels to the unattended breast and he fondles it, squeezing it occasionally.

“mmphh..” it's been, you think, a while now. the uncomfortableness between your legs still hasn't passed, infact, it's grown stronger. and you're growing desperate, more frustrated for more.

william senses this and lets go of your breast with a small pop. he pulls away from you slightly and pulls his glove off with his teeth, letting it drop to the floor.

“ah—! haa.. haa..!” you're panting, face scrunching at the foreign stretch inside you. william cooes softly to you, murmuring reassurances. “shh, shh. it's okay..”

his fingers are slow as they get familiar to your gummy walls, traveling back & forth enough to draw out the most deepest, whiniest moans from you.

milverton's squeezing and twisting your nipples with his hands, lips attached to your neck as he leaves his marks onto your soft skin. he hums quietly at the sounds you make, desperate to hear more.

from one finger to another, william stretches you out perfectly. you're dripping wet, your arousal travelling down your thighs. he angles his finger upwards just perfectly, just there and—

“fuck, i-..” your mouth gapes open. you've come undone on his fingers. you're writhing, gasping, nails digging into william's shoulders and he's grateful that he has a shirt on to shield him from your sharp nails.

with the peak of your orgasm once gone, you're left with a drooling, limp against milverton and eyes hazy you. his eyebrows furrow once he's done, pushing back a strand of stray hair behind your ears. “are you alright? do you always have an orgasm this strong?”

you shake your head, “no, i—” you clear your throat. “i'm a virgin, so..” and as soon as those words escape your mouth milverton's harshly shoved himself inside of you. “angh!” you cry out in pain and he laughs.

“milverton.” william says, warning in his voice. but milverton only smirks, brushing it off. “a virgin, you say?” the slit eyed man pushes back his iridescent hair with his fingers. “and your first fuck is me?”

milverton is intensely amused & he snaps his hips against yours roughly — back & forth, back & forth.

“ah! fuck! hnghh.. fuck..!” your moans echo throughout the den. his pace is unforgiving and relentless as he fucks you into oblivion.

“it's okay, darling, shh. i'll make you feel good.” william cups your face with one hand, pressing his soft lips against yours. his free hand goes down to unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, push down his boxers enough to—

“oh...” the sight is enough to make you clench, making milverton shudder as his head falls to your shoulder, fingers gripping your thighs harder.

william's erection, long and almost beautiful with a slight bend is taut against his abdomen, throbbing.

“ngh—” you whimper out and he leans down to place a kiss on your forehead. william's tip, pink and glistening with precum presses itself against the apex of your entrance, feeling it. “are you ready?”

yep, you're wet enough. more than enough.

“mm-ah!” a deep stroke inside of you by milverton has you shivering. “-mhm..”

“hff..” william groans quietly as he bottoms out, his cock stilling inside of you momentarily before he begins to thrust into you as well. and the pleasure that he drives out from you is insane.

“fuuck.. you feel so good.” milverton bites your shoulder, making you shudder. the time gap between the two cocks filling you is short and rythmic; one pulling back while the other pushes back in. and it feels good. so, so good. it's making you melt.

your hands are clinging and grasping at anything they could find to ground themselves. “ah! mm— hnghh!” you try to grip onto william's arms but he tuts.

“keep those hands to yourself, sweetheart.” william whispers into your ear with sultriness, making a shiver run down hour spine. “or i'll have to make you.”

“look at me,” milverton's hands dive into your hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling it back harshly so you have no choice but to look up and back at him. “i'm here too, aren't i?” you gasp when milverton's pace, already fast enough, grows quicker in pace, rougher. “have you forgotten? shall i make you remember?”

“ngh! i- fuck! sorry, i'm sorry..” you whine out, clinging onto william with both pleasure and pain. milverton hasn't let go of your hair yet. it instead seems like he's using it to keep you in your place.

your fingers claw at william desperately, raking at his back as they both abuse your poor, poor holes.

“what did i say, (name)?”

“mhh.. wha- huh?” click.

you look down at your hands only to find yourself handcuffed by william, the metal cold and tight against your wrists. “that i'll make you keep your hands to yourself if you don't do it.” his cock hits a spot somewhere inside of you, somewhere deep enough, pleasurable enough to cause you to mewl.

“you feel good, don't you?” milverton whispers in your air, tickling your skin. “you feel me inside you.”

there's something stirring inside of you now, pooling low in your stomach and making your back arch off milverton's chest occasionally — making you heave and subconsciously want to close your legs.

“william, milverton, i- ngh.” you gasp out. “i feel weird— it feels weird.” your stomach is in knots now. and you want them to keep pounding you, you want them to go faster with you, go harder on you.

“faster, please. harder!”

that makes them chuckle—a sound dark and deep as one locks their lips with you and the other drops his fingers down to the swollen bundle of nerves, flicking it; driving you closer to the edge of pleasure. you're unsure of who is doing what, all you know is that you need to cum, here and now. their hips snap faster than before, collide against your skin even harder.

“ngh! haa..! ah! fuckfuckfuck—” you're there. one more step on the brink, you're right on the edge and-

..suddenly you're not?

you're hurled back from the very tip of the cliff and your body aches at the loss, squirms, writhes. and you have no choice but to groan out loud in frustration at the underwhelmingness of it all when they suddenly stop. “why are you doing this to me?”

“work under me.” milverton whispers to you. “you'll get everything you want. i'll show you the world.”

“wha-” but you're angry at not being able to achieve an orgasm. “what the fuck are you talking about?”

“don't listen to him..” william murmurs to you, kissing you. “work with me, instead. i'll give you the world.”

your body is covered in a thin sweat, skin glistening under the illuminance of the dim, red light. you hear a laugh from either, you're not sure who—all you know is that your head is spinning and your view is blurry.

“how about another round? surely you can handle one more, my dear?” someone kisses your cheek. a shuffle of clothes, some readjusting of your body, holding your legs further apart and they snap their hips right back into you. “you were made for me.”

a scoff. “i beg to differ.”

“then beg.”

“really? how immature you can be.”

you can barely keep your eyes open with most of the adrenaline now gone in your body. two men, still inside of you, are bickering like little children when all you want to do is just cum. you whine impatiently.

somebody turns their attention to you, a flash of blond—william. “we've been neglecting you, haven't we?” a kiss to your nose, a hand slithering down your body, reaching lower and lower until—

good. right there. good. “hnnghh...” he rolls his hips against yours, making sure to kiss your cervix with the tip of his cock. “haa..! fuck! mm— yeah..”

back to feeling like you're on the edge. could the mere scent of narcotics be making you feel like you were on top of the world? “please, oh! pleaseplease.”

you weren't even sure what you were pleading for, they simply fell off your tongue; especially when milverton is quick to return thrusting into you once more and his thrusts these time are more precise, more deep, more good.

“i'm going to cum.. i'm going to—agh!” but your orgasm hits you first and you're seeing stars. both cocks buried inside of you have you seeing stars.

you're pretty sure you're drooling, twitching and clenching down there but you're unaware of everything around. your eyes are blown out & none of your thoughts are coherent—everything is a blur.

“fuck.” somebody moans. and it's not you this time. “fuck..” it's clear the men are nearing their orgasm, too. they're faster now, more rougher, wanting to chase their high all while prolonging your own orgasm. one grips your thighs while the other's grip your hips. “you're so, so good... hff.. so good.”

“too much—please, it's too much..!”

it's not only your moans that echo throughout the den now—it's also milverton and william's, low and raspy, hoarse and growly. they thrust into you a few more times, growing sloppier by the second and both the men orgasm inside of you with a shudder of their bodies, painting your insides white with their cum.

“pleasepleaseplease!” your body is quaking and you're pretty sure you're covered in your own fluid. a few more rubs to your swollen, tired clit and your head falls back to milverton's shoulder. your body goes completely still between the two men.

you pass out.

a few, tiny taps on your cheek. “(name). (name)?”

the two men sigh in sync. a brief pause takes over the room and they pull out of you, gently placing your limp body down onto one of milverton's sofas. william cautiously takes off his handcuffs from you.

“what now? who do you think she'll choose?” milverton has already stuffed himself into his pants, flopping down onto the sofa & crossing his legs.

william's back is turned to milverton for a moment as he zips himself back up as well. he turns around and-

“me,” william points a gun at milverton in a point blank range. “of course.” he states like it was obvious.

“ha!” milverton sneers. “and you think you can wander freely out of here? out of my territory?”

the blond, for the first time tonight, smirks. “of course,” he says yet again. “surely you weren't counting on your lackeys to be loyal to you, mr. milverton? especially when they're money-fed?”

milverton goes over his choices only to find that he has none. he's been cornered. “did you...?”

“you underestimate me too much.”

the white haired man blinks, and then slowly puts his hands into the air—amused and breaks into laughter.

“you sick, sick bastard. then surely you won't be counting on (name) to be loyal to you when she finds out that you were the one that gave her group the anonymous tip, played all sorts of mind games with her, luring her here, only for you to catch her in the end with the hopes of making her yours?”

the last thing milverton hears before his death is the click of a gun and william's quiet, haunting words:

“only if she finds out.”

#if anyone has written this idea before #im going to combust #pulled motivation out of my ass with this one #charles augustus milverton #william james moriarty x reader #charles augustus milverton x reader #william james moriarty smut #charles augustus milverton smut #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot smut #yuukoku no moriarty smut #moriarty the patriot x reader smut #yuukoku no moriarty x reader smut #william james moriarty

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom.

Heartbreaking Lure

“Are you ready, John?” Sherlock shouts from the bedroom.

“Probably not,” John mutters under his breath.

“Sure,” he says out loud.

John must blink several times when his so-called boyfriend appears in the doorway. If he hadn’t been so familiar with Sherlock’s body and demeanour, John wouldn’t have recognised him. Sherlock looks like someone taken out of the hippie era. A golden-haired wig, long and wavy. He has a cerise coloured hairband across his forehead. The shirt is a loose-fitting thing in denim blue embroidered with yellow and red flowers. Low on his hips, a pair of tight white trousers cling to his muscular thighs and widen considerably just below his knees. Worn trainers complete the outfit.

“You don’t do things halfway, do you, love?” John says rhetorically and approaches the figure he almost can’t fathom is Sherlock Holmes.

Before John reaches him, Sherlock puts on a pair of round spectacles with red glasses, which hide those peculiar eyes of his. 

“You know my ways, John,” Sherlock purrs and pulls John in for a languid kiss.

“I do,” John confirms a bit out of breath after the lovely snog. “Now get your gorgeous arse moving, and I’ll see you later.”

John gives Sherlock’s arse cheeks a good squeeze to emphasise his words and Sherlock gives him a wink before bouncing down the stairs.

***

John feels utterly ridiculous when he’s dressed himself. It’s Sherlock who has bought the costume, and of course it reflects one of the many kinks of the detective. However foolish John feels dressed up as a sailor, he knows it’ll be worth it in the end.

The only way John can get Sherlock to attend a carnival, is for a case, like now. They are both undercover trying to catch the jewellery thief red-handed. 

When John arrives at the posh apartment in Mayfair, Sherlock’s nowhere to be seen.

Clueing for looks somewhere, John thinks to himself and chuckles. 

John’s disguise doesn’t stand out at all. There are all sorts of costumes, from the pompous Marie Antoinette figure to something reminiscent of Jean Valjean when he was imprisoned. A few hippies emerge from another room, but none of them is Sherlock.

John wanders around, his hands clasped on his back as if inspecting a regiment. 

Old habits die hard.

A murmur in his ear, startles him.

“As you were, sailor.”

“Git,” John hisses. “We don’t know each other, remember.”

Sherlock’s rumble is low and makes John’s knees weak with desire. The power Sherlock’s voice has over him should be alarming, but the feeling is far too delicious to fight. 

“The library in five minutes. Second door to the right,” Sherlock whispers and gives John’ earlobe a lick before he’s gone.

John takes a deep breath and steels himself for the confrontation that will happen in a few minutes.

***

“Stop laughing,” John complains when they’re back at Baker Street.

“But, darling, you look so sweet when you’re like this,” Sherlock explains, his voice filled to the brim with glee.

The confrontation had gone well, until the thief had tried to flee. John had tackled the woman, dressed as Zorro, in some sort of boudoir. She had been like an eel in John’s hands and had gotten a hold of a jar of glitter that she had thrusted at John. Sherlock and Lestrade came to his rescue, but the glitter stuck to John’s face, neck, hair and hands.

“I’m taking a shower!” John exclaims while Sherlock still shakes with laughter.

“Jo…John, don…don’t be upset. You look ador…”

“Shut it, Sherlock! Not funny anymore,” John spits and marches to the bathroom.

It takes forever to get rid of all the twinkly bits, and John’s mood has not improved. When he finally turns off the shower, he hears familiar music being played in the sitting room. It’s something John always describes as a heartbreaking lure. “In the Cluster Blues”. One of his favourites, and Sherlock’s way of apologising.

John smiles, his mood suddenly lightening, something only one person in the world is able to make happen so quickly. His beloved Sherlock Holmes.

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Love Fool

Nesta x reader

a/n: This didn’t go in the direction I was expecting, but oh well

Day 2 for @nestaarcheronweek : Metamorphosis

Warnings: mention of sexual assault, Nesta having ptsd from the cauldron, kind of hurt/comfort?

word count: 3,955

Sharp, grey eyes cut across the tavern, picking her out with ease, adorned in a dress of such deep purple it almost appears as an inky blue, velvet warm and inviting as it wraps around her body. Golden clips hold her hair back, thin and golden chains of jewellery sitting around her wrists, hanging from her pointed ears, mouth painted in a shimmery purple and gold.

Horrific beauty that never fails to reel in her attention, luring Nesta’s eyes over no matter who else may be in the room.

She feels bewitched, her heart not her own, her pulse heating whenever the female enters her vision, lips parting to allow air into her lungs. A few times her nails have grazed the pale skin of her chest, assuring herself she is still breathing. That the life hasn’t been pulled from her body without her knowing.

Grey eyes return to her cards, swiftly growing bored of the game. Her drink has been empty for a while, and none of the males hold even a suggestion of the blissful pleasure she’s searching for tonight. The kind that will take her away from the strange tightness in her chest whenever the female manages to pull another glance form her.

The game concludes, but Nesta gives no sign of choice between the males, each in silent competition with the other for a chance to bed her. And yet as they try to initiate conversation, eager to prove themselves worthy, already Nesta can feel that phantom presence shifting through the tavern, fighting to keep from looking—to affirm what she already knows.

Warmth settles at her side as the female slides into the booth, the proximity closer than anyone else has dared risk with her, a distance shared between women, then men have no access to. At least, not without effort.

There’s an intangible shift over the table, the atmosphere changing with the presence of fresh fruit pressed so appetisingly to an already appealing meal. Tantalising and irresistible to any male with hot blood in his veins. Nesta doesn’t believe the female at her side is oblivious to the change she’s caused with a simple movement, believes it was intentional to a degree. Her thoughts are confirmed when one of the males attempts to bring the fluid-bodied female in, switching his approach to what appears to be an easier catch. Unaware of the honey trap.

Remark after remark slips from his lips, accumulating into the suggestion that’s doubtlessly on all their minds, the nature shared between them, fallible and easily redirected with the allure of a hunger being satisfied, greed sticky and oozing from their rough features. It isn’t the first time Nesta’s overheard a proposition like this, but it’s certainly the first she’s so directly been included in, the male making little effort to conceal the explicit fantasy he already drools over.

And while the female at Nesta’s side has no obvious reaction other than a suggestive smile, eyes twinkling with sultry implication, Nesta catches the slight wrinkle to her nose as she returns “I doubt you have the coin to pay for a show like that”, and puts an end to the conversation.

————

You watch as the males depart, understanding they are no longer welcome at the booth you’d commandeered.

Nesta’s empty glass twinkles in the low light, and you call someone over for a refill, enjoying how the liquid splashes in the hold, swirling around like a stormy sea until full. Instead of passing it to her however, you raise it to your own lips, drinking deeply to wash away the grubby looks the males had been trying to glue the two of you together with. Trying to wash away the foul taste in your mouth.

How Nesta finds the conviction to put herself through this each night is alarming to say the least. Her determination to punish herself is indeed remarkable, if not disturbing. But she makes no move to retrieve her glass, sitting alert at your side, cornered and confined to the darker parts of the booth.

The glass clinks on the table as you set it down, at last glancing to her, pinning her with your attention. Her grey eyes ice over, sharp and piercing as they search for a way in, to penetrate past your exterior. To find a soft spot to pry open with bladed words, jamming in the steel she holds within to fracture you, to push you away like every other person in her life.

“How was dinner last night?” You ask neutrally, the painted nails of your fingers grazing along the cold ridges of the glass, tracing the bumps and dips. “The usual,” she replies, quicksilver eyes darting between your own set at the amber liquid at the bottom of the glass. “Really?” You remark, with sarcastic surprise. “You know, that’s quite odd, because Mor tells me you haven’t been a single time in the last six months, so it really is quite impressive you’ve managed to elude her so thoroughly.”

Nesta’s lips purse, silver eyes glinting with something slightly other. “I didn’t realise it was any of your business—what I do in my personal life,” she replies coldly.

“It isn’t really. But you’re making it. You aren’t exactly subtle about your interests.” Her gaze shutters, a sure sign the comment had hit close to a nerve. “You can’t honestly tell me numbing yourself every night with sex and alcohol really works, Nesta,” you continue, speaking while you have her attention. “Whatever problem you’re running from won’t shrivel up and die if you leave it long enough. It’ll be waiting for your return.”

“You don’t know what you’re taking about,” she replies lowly, the edge of a snarl to her voice, and you flick your gaze over her, marking that while she makes no attempts to hide herself, a certain stiffness follows the sweep of your attention. Fighting to not shrink away. “I know grief when I see it,” you reply, taking another drink from her glass. Silvery eyes track your motions acutely, feeling their weight on your mouth as you take what she probably considers the last of her absolution.

The glass thunks upon the wooden table, a clear end to the conversation as you stand, gazing down at her. “It’s already been a long night,” you say idly, watching her from your higher position. “Retire with me. The dark can be dangerous, even in a city of starlight.” Her expression sours at the mention, resentment tucking itself between the slight dip of her brows, the subtle disgust shown in the crinkle around her pretty nose.

“Oh-so-powerful Rhysand can’t keep the streets tidy?” Nesta remarks, but it’s clear she’s trying to rile you. “Worry about yourself before speaking from the gutters,” you murmur softly, low enough fo no one to hear, vicious enough to put an end to her poisonous games. “I think you’re forgetting you’d be included in that cleanse,” you speak quietly, pausing, “at least, as you are.” Unless you change.

Nesta bristles, mercury swirling in her glacial eyes, glittering with something stinging and wrathful, before it’s smothered with self-destructive efficiency. But then she settles in her seat, pressing comfortably into the booth, gazing up at you. “And yet here you are, in these gutters too. A little hypercritical, don’t you think?”

“I will wander worse places if necessary.”

“How noble of you.”

You sigh, feeling fatigue beginning to weigh on you—a buildup of late nights spent keeping an eye on her, subtly, always finding your own company to make it less glaring. Shaking your head, you pin her with a cold look, one that thaws out against her own ice. “Aren’t you tired, Nesta?”

She’s quiet, features unmoving; unyielding. Growing colder, if possible.

“Come back with me,” you say, “start tonight, and by tomorrow you’ll have already taken the first step.”

But she allows herself no reprieve. No relief from the numbing poison.

Soaking in her nest of self-imposed sickness.

————

After that initial confrontation, Nesta only becomes more aware of her presence. How she shines in the middle of rooms, sending shockwaves of laughter crashing down upon her own dim and quiet corners, so raging and wrathful they’re an effort to withstand. To weather.

Night after night she appears, without fail, stalking Nesta’s steps relentlessly with a drive that has her own conviction both growing stronger; more impenetrable, and pausing. On the verge of collapse.

There have been more times in the past month the female has approached her, trying to lure her away from the blissful deadening of her mutinous senses. Usually it’s a subtle dismissal of whatever group Nesta has aligned herself with for the night, a quiet send-off that leaves Nesta with the choice of either integrating herself into a new setting, or to leave for her cold, smelly bed. Usually though, she forges onward, a creature of habit that persists relentlessly, rotting in the dark, grimy corner of whatever establishment she’s chosen.

Nesta worries about that pull, though.

Every step echoes through her mind, every word reverberating through the numbed halls of her memories the next day.

Then there are the rare moments the female will make her intervention more blatant, more difficult to ignore. Her tone sharper than usual, her proximity closer, as if trying to physically force her way through the barrier Nesta has spent years carefully engineering.

On the worst nights, deep in the darkness after at last returning home, having stubbornly protested against leaving, her thoughts wander. Wonder what would happen if she allowed herself to be swept away. Wonder at the tension that warms in her chest with the female’s presence. And in the darkest, most liminal hours, in the utter silence of her small apartment, she sometimes wonders what it would be like to leave with her.

But leaving…going with her…

She would have to return here eventually, and she doesn’t want to crumble.

————

You’re sipping on your drink, leaning against the wall of the tavern facing the street, when you hear a snarl louder than the others, loud enough to reach you despite the carefully thought out distance.

A male growl follows quickly, starving and angry, hissing with aggression, and your skin prickles with awareness. Attention sliding toward the alley Nesta had disappeared into a while ago.

Something thuds on the floor, like a barrel being pushed over, and the sounds of commotion follow, echoing off the brick walls. You turn into the alley, magic swelling at your fingertips, warming your skin as you pull it to the surface.

Nesta steadies herself, trying to dig her nails into the male’s face as he forces himself closer. Your blood pounds around your ears, picking up to a debilitating roar as muscle seizes, fury so cutting you’re nearly swept away in the current. But then your hand settles over his shoulder, and he’s vanished away, displaced to somewhere else. Somewhere you know he’ll be treated well.

Fear-dilated pupils meet your gaze, and you can hear her heart thundering against her ribs, the ragged huffs of breath as her chest rises up and down, the front ties of her dress disturbed, revealing more of her cleavage than usual, and that roar returns to your ears, fighting to calm yourself, to be steady for her.

“Are you okay?” You ask flatly, knowing what will happen if you allow a slip of emotion out. Nesta pants deeply, gaze flickering between you and where the male had been, eyes shuttering, pupils shifting and contracting with fear as she swallows. Then manages to nod.

Your lips purse, fury beginning to abate. Refocusing on the female before you. “You’ll probably stay in shock for a little,” you say quietly, keeping your voice even. “You might start to shake in a bit. Maybe a little nauseous too, but you’ll be okay. You’re safe now.”

Nesta swallows thickly, your attention marking the roll of her throat acutely, noticing the bite on her shoulder, your eyes lingering a little longer than is wise, emotion stirring in your chest. But again you push past it, inclining your chin a little. “Let’s get you back.”

Silver eyes dart about the alley before settling on you, assessing warily. But then she dips her head, pushing up from the wall, hands raising to the roughly tugged-free ties of her dress.

“I’m going to winnow us,” you tell her, keeping your statement clear and steady, speaking so she can process what you mean. She nods her head. “Okay.” Her voice is thick and slightly raw from panic, but mostly together.

Your hand encompasses her own, and darkness wraps around you, icy and startling as wind howls in the background before you’re delivered to the door of your own house, silently bringing her up the steps and guiding her inside. You take your time removing your outer layers, untying your shoes to give her time to process, before copying your actions, remaining quiet. Likely still in shock.

“Why are we here?” She asks at last, a shard of ice creeping back into her slightly shaky voice, “this isn’t my home.”

“It isn’t,” you reply calmly, turning to face her where she’s removing her shoes. It’s a good sign, at least.

But then she stands straighter, raising her gaze to yours, blank and unreadable. “I want you to take me back,” she states, “to my house.”

The two of you watch each other, wills pushing against one another, holding their ground.

“You’ve been through a lot,” you say at last, a touch quieter. “You should stay here for the night.” Nesta manages a shake of her head, slowly walling herself off. “Take me back to my house,” she says firmly, and you glare at her, hard.

When you don’t answer, she turns, making for the door, and panic jumps in your chest, making to reach for her before forcefully tugging yourself back. “Nesta,” you call sharply, having her stop, and you catch the tightness of her shoulders, the slight flinch of her body at the tone. But when she turns to face you, her features are cold and unreadable as ice, already withdrawn and harsh.

You gaze at her silently, brow furrowing a little. “Stay here,” you ask quietly, “just for tonight.”

Her eyes narrow a fraction, and you sense she’s about to speak.

“Please,” you murmur, watching her. “Please, Nesta. One night.”

Her icy gaze shutters, lips tightening.

But, “fine,” she mutters, turning away from the door.

Staying the night.

————

“You can stay here,” you say, guiding her into the room adjacent to your own, a guest bedroom for people you’re more acquainted with. “There are clothes in the wardrobe over there, and a bathing room just through that door. You are the only one with access to it, so you’re more than welcome to use it.”

Nesta steps in behind you, entering the clean space, taking it in with clinical scrutiny as se analyses and examines each trunk, the wallpaper, the ceiling and windows, the rugs over the hardwood floor. “Is that everything?” She asks, turning to you.

“Do you need anything else?” You reply, leaning your back against the for frame, legs crossing at the ankles.

Her nose wrinkles, but instead of irritation rising up at the action, relief again cools your spine. She seems to already be returning to normal.

“I’ll manage,” she responds, a clear dismissal.

One you don’t follow, watching her a little longer.

Then you nod, glad she’s at least accepting help. “Okay.”

————

You’re pulled awake, something tugging in your lower stomach, an urge to see her, to find her, to make sure she’s okay after the night.

But she’s probably asleep by now, so you don’t go. Judging by the colour of the sky, it’s been a few hours since she came back. She probably wouldn’t appreciate you checking in on her, either.

So despite the tension, the prickling of your skin, you abstain from checking on her.

Yet it seems like you’re being drawn to her room. Especially when a crackling shockwave passes through your lower body, skin tingling like water that’s been struck by lightening, oil frying in a pan, and you’re swiftly heading for the door, not bothering to even grab a night robe as you cross the hall for her chambers.

“Nesta?” You call, knocking, listening for noise. Another wave sizzles through you, and something thuds from behind the wood. You try for the handle, but she’s used the latch on the other side, locking herself away, and you knock again, louder. “Nesta, can you hear me?” You call, for the most part succeeding in keeping the panic from your voice, remaining calm.

Your sharp ears pick out a low, muffled groan, and your pulse spikes, winnowing inside.

“Nesta?” You call gently, scanning her borrowed chambers, eagle-eyes picking out how the bathroom door is ajar. You make for it swiftly, carefully opening it up as you again look around the room.

She’s hunched over the latrine, the floor wet, an empty bucket tipped over and on its side, the tap to the bath dripping as if hurriedly shut off.

She groans again, and you move forward, nimble fingers slipping beneath the burnished gold of her hair, pulling it gently from her face as she heaves, body convulsing as she retches, knuckles turning white as she grips the seat, muscles shaking. Your brows narrow in concern—nausea might have been expected, but not regurgitation.

Slowly, quietly, you crouch beside her, one hand holding up her hair, the other soothingly stroking down her back—gentle but firm motions, applied to calm and soothe. The trembling begins to fade, and she groans again, spitting out the foul taste, moving to wipe her lips on the back of her palm. You grab some of the roll, pulling away two sheets and offering them to her. Shaky fingers brush against yours, and she dries her mouth on the roll, getting the corners clean.

“Feeling better now?” You ask, releasing her unbound hair, soothing her shoulder. She tries to shrug you away, moving to sit upright, but her muscles give out, falling back against you. In the same moment you discard the roll, supporting her as she collapses, limbs too weak to hold herself up. She struggles, trying to move, but you wrap your arms more securely around her. “On three, okay?” You ask clearly, knowing how she’ll flare up if you allow even a tinge of concern into your voice. “One. Two. Three.”

The two of you manage to stand, stood close together, and another shudder passes through her. You increase your hold, making sure she won’t fall, keeping her nearby. “Careful of the water,” you murmur, helping to guide her out of the bathroom on her unsteady feet, aware of her light grip on you, nearly falling away with every step.

You sit her in one of the comfortable armchairs in the room, feeling as she gives a sharp breath, another shudder passing through, wracking her chest. Her arms make to wrap around herself, but they’re too weak, too tired, so she ends up placing them in her lap, leaning to one side of the seat.

You move, getting the faelights to turn on, then making for the bathroom. You refill the bucket, vanishing the water with half a thought, before taking a washcloth with you, returning to her.

“Have enough energy to clean?” You ask, setting the bucket down before moving to the wardrobe, retrieving a fresh nightgown for her to change into. You can smell the cold sweat on her.

She makes no move to change into the clothing you’ve given her, or even to grip them. Simply remains to one side of the chair, watching them vacantly. “Nesta?” You call, a touch quieter, moving to be at her side, wary of touching her.

Her silver eyes are rimmed with red, nose tipped in a similar colour, the tops of her cheeks and her upper lip gleaming faintly as you realise she’d been crying. The shudders the result of trying to keep quiet. Your shoulders slope, and you move slowly as you settle your hand over hers, letting her see the movement and choose whether to allow it. You squeeze her hand lightly, watching her silently.

“You’re safe, Nesta,” you say quietly from her side. “Nothing’s going to happen to you here.”

Her thin brows narrow, lips cutting down in the corner as her eyes take on a new gleam, looking wet.

“Where did he go?” She asks, voice raw and faint. Scratchy sounding.

Your lips press into a flat line, looking away briefly before returning to hers.

“Azriel knows what to do with people I send his way,” you answer quietly, marking the thick roll of her throat.

“He won’t be finding you again.”

You wait for some sort of reaction. For her skin to whiten, for a fresh wave of sickness to rise up her throat. But she just swallows, dipping her head in a slight nod, eyes moving to the clothing. “Will you help me?”

You nearly miss a breath, but manage to nod, still watching her. “I—… Yes. Yes, of course.” You turn, reaching for the washcloth, but she makes a noise in her throat, having you look at her, unable to conceal your concern. “I don’t…” she struggles, pupils dilating as she glances toward the pool of water, fear tinging her scent. “I can’t manage bodies of water,” she manages quietly, not meeting your eyes. “They remind me of the Cauldron.”

Your lips part on a silent breath, but then you nod, memorising the small piece of information. You should have realised. It looked like she’d been trying with the bucket before…maybe that’s what caused her stomach to upturn itself. That and the intense events of the night.

“Right,” you manage thickly, getting to your feet. “Do you…” You trail off, suddenly unsure in yourself. She swallows again, “can you just…just sit on the bed. While I change,” she mumbles.

Nodding, you move to the bed, sitting with your back to her. You aren’t foolish enough to offer aid with undressing her. She needs the reminder of her own autonomy right now, to known she can do things on her own.

The material rasps, and you’re unable to help the way your ears pick out the noises, assigning actions to each of them. Pale palms pushing her hair out of the way, trembling fingers undoing silky buttons, clammy hands pushing soft but now-dampened fabric away.

“Okay,” she manages, some strength back in her voice. You turn on the bed, seeing her stood the other side, dressed in fresh new clothes, crisp and clean, unbound hair cascading over her shoulders, down her front.

Nesta moves to take the bucket back to the bathroom, but you shake your head, standing. “Just settle into bed for now,” you say, already moving, “it’ll be morning soon, anyway. You should get as much rest as you can.” You think she might protest at first, but she nods after a pause, moving to the bed, pulling back the sheets and laying down.

When you return from the washroom, she’s tucked under the duvet, hair bundled beneath her head like a halo to prevent lying on it during the night.

You turn the faelight off, opening the locked door to let yourself out, pausing on the threshold. “I’ll see you in the morning, Nesta.”

She doesn’t make a sound, but you can clearly see her open eyes watching you from the dark.

“Call if you need anything,” you murmur, stepping away, bringing the door to a close.

“Sleep well.”

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

The Honey Trap part 3: final chapter.

Note: the idea of sexpionage is wonderful to use in fics, but I want to make it clear that sexpionage is a daunting and grim reality too, and I am very aware of that and do not mean to ignore that. It is a trope I am using, lighthearted, but I do not want to pretend that the actual act of sexpionage is not horrific to many involved. That being said, I will not describe the horrors of it. This is a work of fiction, but created with some knowledge about the real thing.

part 1 - part 2.

Warnings: 18+! smut/angst. brief mention of suicidal thoughts, suggested form of sexual abuse (not described, only hinted to explain the character's emotions).

Pairing: Modern Spy!Sihtric x Spy!Reader (f)

Summary: You and Sihtric both had one more task to do.

Word count: 6k (sorry). 

Masterlist

You and Sihtric continued to meet and hook up over the course of the next few months. You slowly began to earn each other's trust, despite both knowing there was something left unspoken between the two of you, and you both managed to sneak further into each other's lives. You were careful with Sihtric, as you had been told that he was a hardened criminal and a vile drug dealer. But the soft edges he showed you once you began to spend more time with him just didn't add up to his apparent reputation of being cruel and heartless. 

Everything you had learned about him before you were sent to seduce him didn't make sense with his entire behaviour in private with you. You had seduced dozens of men like him, who had done the most terrible things and had produced the greatest amounts of drugs, and Sihtric truly wasn't like any of those vicious men. You were convinced Sihtric was able to kill, no doubt about that, and that he could stand his ground when it came to doing drug business. But something was off. You felt as if you didn't know everything you had to know, and it didn't sit well with you.

Sihtric also didn't know what exactly there was about you that made him question your story. He couldn't confirm that you were a spy of sorts, but it was suspicious how careful you were. He knew better than to fall for a simple honey trap, but he also refused to believe you were setting him up. And why would he be set up? As far as Sihtric knew, he hadn't done anything wrong. Unless you were sent by Skade, but that didn't make any sense as Skade allowed him to be close to her and all up in her drug empire. Sometime ago he had informed his superiors he'd be off the radar for a while in order to infiltrate further, but he wasn't aware that those in charge of him had taken this as a confirmation he had gone rogue.

And beside all of that, you had completely clouded his mind, as intended, for he quickly developed feelings for you after that night you gave him the best blowjob of his life. He had gifted you some expensive jewellery a few weeks after that, a golden ring with a red ruby, which was the ultimate sign that you had him completely trapped and he wasn't thinking straight anymore. And all you had done to get him to this point was sucking his cock and stroking his ego when you weren't sucking him off. That's how easy men were.

But Sihtric also continued to do his job whenever you weren't around, keeping up appearances and sweet talking Skade in order to lure her further into a trap of his own. Because Sihtric had been doing the exact same thing to Skade that you were doing to him, but he had been doing it for much longer with her. And in the end, he could never understand how you had him fooled just the way he fooled her. It had taken a long time before he earned Skade's trust, and he had done it just like you, by the rules he was taught and by engaging in uncountable sexual activities with her to win her over. 

But once he realised he needed to get his hands dirty for her in order to eventually take her entire empire down, he had to go beyond what he was taught and he stopped playing by the rules. Everytime he called in new intel, his superiors would tell him how to proceed but they clearly didn't know who they were dealing with. Skade was a mistress of lies and tricks, and she would see right through Sihtric eventually if he did as he was told by those in charge. So in a way he could agree that he did go rogue, but he never turned his back on his country or meant to disrespect those who had sculpted him into the spy he had become.

And Sihtric definitely didn't work for Skade, but he simply made everyone believe that he did and it took all his self discipline to stay clear headed about it while he would occasionally leak some intel to his employers, who still happily accepted that intel while plotting his assassination behind his back. 

But then you appeared… and you changed everything.

By now Sihtric had figured your story about wanting to become an actress was bullshit, but since you had him wrapped around your finger he didn't care what your motive was, he just wanted to have you around. However, his suspicions about the time and reason of your appearance, and the way you handled yourself, were confirmed when you came over to his apartment one night and spilled a secret because you, without realising it, were wrapped around his finger all the same.

'Cnut?' you frowned after he asked if you knew him, 'yeah, I've heard of him. And I know more than you think,' you smiled with a wink.

'Oh, do you?' Sihtric gave you his half smile as he leaned in closer while he sat next to you on his couch, overlooking the darkened city.

'Yes, but it's a secret,' you giggled.

'Come on,' the charming spy laughed as he placed his hand on your thigh, 'tell me. You tell me a secret and… maybe I'll tell you a secret,' he winked.

You rolled your eyes, but you weren't immune to his tactics, the same way he couldn't resist falling for yours. And so you told him more than you should've when he began to kiss your neck, leaving soft and openmouthed kisses as his lips trailed from your ear to your shoulders.

'Cnut is not dead,' you breathed, 'he's arrested. But you can't tell anyone about this.'

Sihtric hummed in response and slowly slid his hand under your short dress.

'How do I know you're telling the truth?' he whispered against your lips, realising you had still never kissed him.

'You'd just have to trust me on that,' you whispered back, refraining from pressing your lips onto his, 'now, tell me your secret, pretty boy.'

'My secret?' Sihtric laughed softly as his teeth grazed your ear, while his hand moved further up under your skirt, 'I'll tell you my secret,' he murmured, 'but first I want to taste you.'

You watched him smoothly drop to his knees in front of you, his dimly lit apartment casting shadows over you both as you looked at each other for a moment. You knew what was about to happen, and you allowed Sihtric to slide down your panties and to lift your legs over his broad shoulders, while you fell back on his comfortable couch. Your hands moved though his short hair while your back arched with each stroke of his tongue and each movement of his fingers. 

You felt dizzy at how good he made you feel, knowing exactly how and where to touch you combined with the perfect pressure. You never had experienced a man this skilled, which should be cause for alarm, but you were too dumbed down by the way he pleased you that you couldn't think straight anymore. And even if it had alarmed you, you wouldn't have listened to your gut anyway, because all you wanted to focus on was the fact that the most handsome man you had ever met was also the only man who knew how to give you the perfect oral pleasure. And you couldn't give a single fuck about anything else in that very moment while his head was between your thighs, his tongue between your folds and his fingers inside you; kissing, licking, sucking and thrusting until you came with a satisfying moan.

'My secret,' Sihtric whispered after he wiped his mouth and climbed back up to you, 'is that I'm falling in love with you.'

Your breath suddenly hitched in your throat upon hearing his words. You knew you had him trapped, but hearing him say he was truly falling for you… it caused you to feel a sudden pang and you pushed him away as you jumped up.

'Hey,' he scoffed, confused at your behaviour, 'what the fuck?'

'I- I'm sorry,' you stammered as you almost tripped over your feet, your legs still unstable after the intense orgasm he had given you, 'I need… I need to use the… the toilet.'

You stumbled through his apartment as you searched for his bathroom, your head still spinning while your lungs kept demanding more air. You slammed the door shut and locked it, then raked your hands through your hair as you paced barefooted back and forth over his heated marble floor.

'This cannot be happening,' you whispered to yourself in the mirror, 'you can't catch feelings. You can't catch any feelings for that fucking guy! What is wrong with you? Pull yourself together, you dumb bitch! You know better… you've been taught better… you can't fall in love.'

You tried to collect yourself before you left the bathroom, finding Sihtric was smoking outside on his balcony, and you awkwardly told him you had to go back to your hotel. Before he could ask what was wrong, you had already left. And Sihtric hadn't been lying when he told you he was falling in love with you, he just had no idea on how hooked he was yet.

Luckily Sihtric had been out of town for a few days after that disaster of a night you had last time you saw him. You still stayed in touch during texts when he was away, and sometimes he would even call you because he missed you. And it seemed as if he had completely forgotten about what happened that night. But of course he hadn't, he just wanted to move forward with you and wanted to believe you liked him as much as he liked you. So when he was back home after those couple of days, he immediately called to invite you over.

In the days you hadn't seen each other you were able to pick yourself up again and get a grip on the situation at hand. You were here to do a job, nothing more and nothing less. And no matter how beautiful your target was or how you'd gladly let him actually fuck you whenever he would want to, fact was that your goal remained to eliminate him once Skade was arrested. So catching feelings was out of the question, because there was no future at all. 

And so you were back to pretending all over again around him, playing the picture perfect love interest while you slowly forced yourself further into his shady business. And Sihtric? He so desperately wanted you to be the real thing, he was completely blinded and smitten by you, and he had slowly spilled more secrets about the business he did with Skade and about the part he played; closing drug deals for her.

You turned off your emotions when you met him again, or so you thought, but you couldn't keep your hands from lightly trembling when he opened his door and smiled at you. And you couldn't help but feel safe and at peace once he held you in his arms while he told you he had missed you. And after another steamy evening that consisted purely of oral pleasure and no kissing, you found yourself next to him in bed again, both naked with only a thin sheet covering everything below the waist.

'You are so perfect,' Sihtric smiled with his love dazed eyes, 'what are you doing with a guy like me?'

'I guess… I was just born to be a trophy wife,' you joked and shrugged lightly.

'A trophy wife?' he laughed and shook his head disapprovingly, 'honey…'

'Your trophy wife,' you said and gave him a playful wink, which made him weak to his knees once more.

Sihtric smiled at your sweet words, but his smile quickly faded and a concerned look painted his face as if he suddenly realised something.

'Look,' he spoke softly after he sighed deeply, 'the people I work with and the work I do… I'm afraid I will only ruin your life, darling. And I don't want that for you.'

'Well,' you scoffed lightly, 'if you don't want me around-'

'No, no,' Sihtric said calmly and prevented you from getting up, 'that's not what I said, darling. And that is not what I meant either, because I do want you around. I like having you around. You seem to understand me in a weird way, and you're not… you're not scared of the world I live in. Or perhaps you are a really great actress,' he chuckled, 'but you don't seem worried about what I'm involved in.'

'It does scare me,' you half lied, 'but I had a rough upbringing and was taught to take care of myself. And I like being around you too,' you whispered as you traced the scars on his beautiful face, 'I feel safe with you… and loved.'

You hated how the truth was spoken by you. As much as you had tried to tune out any of your own emotions, it was impossible around him and every second you weren't with him you simply craved to be with him. It was overwhelming and frightening, but you couldn't pull yourself away even though you knew you'd have to pull the trigger eventually and kill him.

'Good,' Sihtric smiled, 'I want you to feel safe and loved with me, because you are, I promise. And actually, there's something I have to tell you.'

'What?'

'So, I don't even know if we're really dating,' he said, his silky voice warming you pleasantly once again, 'but I don't do casual dating, I'm quite impatient.'

Sihtric always thought it was funny how impatient he was in his day to day life, while when it came to his job, he had all the patience in the world. And that's another thing you had both learned; to have patience. And you both had all the patience in the world when it came to enchanting your target and finding out their secrets, if you weren't blinded that was.

'What are you implying?' you smiled, then seductively bit down on your lower lip while his eyes trailed off to your bare breasts for a moment and his fingers trailed down your neck.

'I have to leave soon.'

'Leave? Where to?'

'Abroad,' he said, keeping it vague, 'Skade is sending me to close a business deal.'

'Oh? What kind of deal?' you asked, carefully prying as if he didn't know by now that you were well aware of the drug deals he made.

Sihtric chuckled, 'A big deal, darling.'

'So… what is it you want with me? You know I'm not in that business.'

'I want you to join me,' Sihtric said rather bluntly, 'a pretty woman on my arm always looks good during a deal. And if I can't persuade them,' he leaned in and lightly traced your lips with his thumb, 'then maybe you can,' he winked.

You laughed and touched his arm again, like you always did when he made you laugh, which still seemed to be well received as he wetted his lips while he looked at you.

'So,' you said, 'how could I possibly persuade whoever you do business with?'

'All you have to do is look pretty next to me,' he half murmured as he held your chin and leaned in even closer, 'you know, just be my trophy wife. You think you could do that for me, doll?'

You accompanied Sihtric on his business trip a few days later, after careful consideration with your superiors, and you had set up a plan on how to proceed. You travelled first class to some tropical island you had never even heard of, but this wasn't a holiday, because once the plane landed you knew you had to get down to serious work.

Sihtric kept you close the entire time you were together, being unable to keep his hands off you and just desperate to finally kiss you. But you always managed to make him forget about the numerous warning signs he had noticed, by dropping down to your knees and pulling down his pants. It was almost funny how easy to control he was, and yet you couldn't help but feel awful about it. And to make him forget about all the questions he still had about you, dropping down to your knees for him was the first thing you did once you arrived at the hotel room. And when Sihtric took a shower after that, his head still spinning as he stumbled to the bathroom, you were quick to sync his phone with yours so you could track his whereabouts if needed.

And it would be needed later that day, when Sihtric suddenly told you after dinner that he had to go and meet someone. He'd be back in two hours or so, he promised, and while you kept track of his location you also finally found some time to go through his stuff. His location told you he was at some other hotel on the island, and the drive there seemed to have taken about thirty minutes, so you had enough time to snoop around.

You managed to hack into his laptop, which he had foolishly left, and after several attempts you found a way into his seemingly hidden files. You had to give it to him, he knew how to hide his stuff, which struck you as odd as the way he had stored and hidden records on his laptop was done in the same way as you had been taught. You tried to shake the weird feeling in your gut, that he could be a spy turned traitor, and you scrolled through as many files as you could and as fast as you could. 

At least an hour had passed before your eyes landed on a recent file and, once opened, you discovered it held information about the deal he was to make tomorrow, with you by his side. And it turned out it wasn't just a regular deal, it was a deal with some government officials and Skade was supposed to be present too. Shocked by your discovery, you immediately called it in and then noticed that Sihtric's location changed; he was on his way back to you.

When Sihtric returned he seemed completely different. He was quiet and his eyes were empty. He didn't even attempt to kiss you, like he usually tried, instead he just strolled past you towards the bathroom without being able to look at you.

'What's wrong?' you asked him, truly concerned.

'Just tired from the trip,' he half mumbled as he took off his white blouse and his belt, throwing them on the bed before he locked the bathroom door behind him.

His behaviour struck you as odd. He had never looked like this before and beside that, he had showered already only a few hours ago. Once you heard the water running you went over to the bed to pick up his clothes, hoping to find a trace of something that would tell you what was going on. And as you attempted to fold his blouse you suddenly noticed smudged lipstick stains on the inside of his collar, and your stomach dropped. You stared at the stains and sat down on the bed, feeling as if the rug had been pulled from underneath your feet when suddenly everything started to make sense. And just when it all clicked, you received a message from your boss, confirming everything you had just figured out; Sihtric was a former spy, trained exactly like you, and had been seducing Skade in order to get close. And as you remembered reading that Skade was to be present at the deal the next day, you knew exactly where Sihtric had been and what he had done to persuade her to be there. And you knew exactly how empty, disgusted and used he felt right now while he probably tried to wash away the feeling.

And while you tried to keep yourself together, being shocked by finding out he was a former spy gone rogue and also by understanding that the man you had fallen in love with just had sex with someone else, Sihtric fell apart in the shower. Biting down on the towel between his teeth as the hot water rained down on him, tears rolling down his cheeks while his pained grunts were muffled by the towel and the sound of running water. And as you tried to think of how to proceed with your task, which remained unchanged despite your newly gained knowledge, Sihtric wondered how much longer he could do his task. How much longer he could let his body be used by a woman who disgusted him while he had fallen in love with you. And you realised you still had to kill him, because no one, not even you, knew that Sihtric never truly went rogue and that it was all part of his plan to take Skade down.

And Sihtric was done, he realised when he looked at himself in the mirror, and he'd rather blow his own brains out than ever having to sleep with her again. He was done. It had to be done tomorrow. He'd make sure it was going to be done after tomorrow. And with that thought he picked himself up again and joined you in bed, where you both silently wept in the dark as you held each other.

'I know how you feel,' you whispered after a long silence.

And those were the only words being spoken before your trembling lips found his in the darkened room, and you finally captured each other in a long-awaited kiss. Short and soft pecks at first, which slowly turned into longer and deeper kisses, until you tasted each other's tears and felt each other's tongues while your hands were in his hair and his roaming all over you body. 

And before you fell asleep, you both had it figured out without needing to say the words. You were both trapped in the world of sexpionage, and you had both broken one of the main rules: don't ever fall in love.

The next morning you both woke up early. And while still being sleepy, your lips found each other again while hands dared to discover further under the sheets. The room was cool and quiet while the sun struggled to force its light through the dark curtains. You got lost in each other; in the kisses, in the touches and in the sound of the soft and needy moans you both let slip from your mouths. You felt his weight pressing onto you comfortably while his hard cock teased your soaked entrance before he smoothly pushed inside you. 

He kissed you as you gasped at the feeling of him, and he carefully took your hands, locking his fingers with yours before he pinned your hands down above your head while he slowly began to thrust into you. You kissed passionately as you made slow and deep love, which was unlike anything either of you ever felt before, and it felt like heaven. The tenderness in the touches, the love in the kisses, and the sweet, heavy and long moans that you both spilled onto each other's lips were pure and absolute bliss. And you both never thought you would experience intimacy in a safe and pleasant way such as this, and it was addictive. 

After you both climaxed, Sihtric pulled you in his arms as he laid on his back. He took your hand and kissed it softly before he placed it upon his chest, allowing you to feel his beating heart.

'Do you feel that?' he whispered, his voice still raspy.

'Your heart?'

'Mhm,' he hummed softly, 'that belongs to you.'

You closed your eyes in an attempt to fight your tears, but it was already too late.

'What's wrong?' Sihtric asked as he heard you sniffle, 'did I do something? Did I hurt you?'

'No,' you reassured him and buried your face in his neck, 'no. You're the only man who has never hurt me.'

Sihtric was quiet for a moment, holding you tightly wrapped in his strong arms as you wept, and his mind spiralled as he remembered today was the day that everything would end.

'I have to tell you something,' he whispered after you had wiped your tears, 'and I'm risking everything by telling it. My life, my job… everything. I know you stepped into that pub for a reason, the night we met, and I'm still not sure what exactly that reason is, but before we go to that deal later today, I need you to know that I am not a drug dealer. I'm a spy… with the profession being sexpionage.'

'I know,' you whispered hoarsely, 'I figured it out yesterday, when you came back to the hotel. You… you were with Skade, weren't you?'

'I was,' Sihtric confessed, clearly upset, 'and I'm sorry. I don't want to be with her like that, but I learned how to switch my emotions off, so it hasn't been that rough to get to where I am now. But then I met you. And,' he sighed, 'it's like you awakened every emotion in me that I had tuned out for half of my life, and I can't tune them out anymore. The last few times I was with her… it was awful. I had to keep seeing her because I couldn't fuck up the trap I had set up, but I was falling for you in the meantime. And I… I am in love with you.'

'I'm in love with you too,' you said, finally telling him at least something that was completely true, and you started to cry again.

'What's wrong?' he asked again.

'Everything,' you cried, 'everything! I fucked up everything.'

You sat up and Sihtric took your hands, 'What do you mean, darling?' he asked.

'Sihtric,' you said with a sob, 'I'm the same. We are the same. You know there is a reason why I seem so understanding, and it's because we do the same kind of work. We are both trapped, our bodies belonging to those in charge of us, and we can't seem to get out of it. You were my target. I was to seduce you and to get as close as possible to Skade, so I could take her down.'

'You were sent to take Skade down?' Sihtric asked, then scoffed as he was bewildered, 'that is literally why I am here. It was my job to take her down, and I'm so fucking close-'

'But you… you went rogue,' you said, confused, 'they told me you had gone rogue and you were actually working for Skade now.'

'No, no, no,' Sihtric shook his head, 'no, I did everything I could to make it look like that, but I am not a traitor. I still leak intel-'

'What? What do you mean? You are still working for…'

'I am. I am still working for my boss, our boss, it seems. I give intel when I can but I am not playing by the rules anymore, and they know that.'

'But, Sihtric,' you said and swallowed hard, 'they… they sent me to kill you.'

Sihtric froze. He stared at you as the room was faintly lit by the warm sun outside, and he felt his heart pounding out of his chest.

'What do you mean?'

'I was told that you can't be trusted, but I was never told that you still give them intel. You still work for the same people as me, but they… they want to get rid of you because they don't trust you. I was meant to be a honey trap… but I fell in love.'

Sihtric still stared at you, and he then began to laugh out of despair. He already knew you hadn't been fully honest, but that you were a honey trap was beyond him.

'So… nothing between us was real?' he asked, clearly hurt and yet not completely surprised anymore.

'My feelings were real,' you said quickly and took his face, 'I promise, everything was real except for my background story. My feelings were real… but I… I have a job to do. I have a team who is prepared to arrest Skade during that deal today,' you whispered brokenly, 'I have a job to fulfil.'

'I know,' Sihtric said as calmly as possible, but his voice was shaky, 'do what you have to do. I don't want to know your plan, just do it. Because I promise you, I can't take another day living like this anymore. Promise me that you'll kill me too, even if Skade gets away.'

'No, Sihtric-'

'Promise me,' he said, his tone urgent while he grabbed your shoulders, 'if she gets away I will have to continue this assignment, and I can't fucking do it anymore.'

'I… I can't-'

'Yes you can,' he almost shook you, 'you were trained to do that. You can kill me, darling, I'm your task,' he said and grabbed your chin, only to kiss you almost painfully before he spoke again, 'I'm just another target.'

You and Sihtric hadn't spoken a word anymore since that morning. You had breakfast and lunch together, and then both dressed up for the planned meeting that evening. The tension was sharp, but you both tried to ignore any feelings involved in order to do your job. It wasn't easy though, and more than once you both lost control and ended up kissing each other while tears were fought quietly, until the dreadful moment arrived.

You and Sihtric arrived at the agreed meeting point to close the deal. The government officials who were there to buy drugs were already waiting in the abandoned warehouse. You carried a gun strapped to your thigh, which was hidden by your flowy dress, and you walked alongside your target, who was dressed just as sharply and carried a gun underneath his blouse. You played the trophy wife role well, and the buyers fell for your charms with ease while they negotiated with Sihtric. And Sihtric could only admire you silently, the way you wrapped anyone around your finger with ease was a delight to watch, and he cursed himself internally for being just as foolish as those men were now. But at least, he thought, there had been something real between the two of you. And if he was to die today, he would be honoured to have it done by your hands.

And you admired Sihtric just as much, the way he was so confident and knew exactly what he was talking about. But it also saddened you, as you knew he was only able to be this convincing because he had been stuck in this nightmare for far too long. Through your ear piece, hidden behind your hair, you were given updates about the status outside. Then Skade arrived, and by the look on her face when she saw you, Sihtric hadn't told her a word about you. But she knew this was not the place and time to argue, and she trusted him completely so deemed your presence safe.

But she'd be proven wrong within a matter of minutes, when you were warned only a split second before an entire team of black ops stormed the warehouse. You grabbed your gun as you stepped away from Sihtric, and you both saw how Skade made a run for it while the government officials got pinned down to the cold ground and were arrested.

You looked at Sihtric, who never made an attempt to reach for his weapon as he saw how his target seemed to get away, just as he had feared, and he took a few steps back.

'Do it,' he said to you as he dropped down to his knees, 'don't make me go back to her, please.'

Your eyes darted between your target and Skade, and you pointed your gun at Sihtric while Skade reached the doors of the warehouse.

'I… I truly loved you,' you whispered, and a pathetic single tear rolled down your cheek.

'I know,' Sihtric replied, 'I did too. Thank you,' he swallowed hard, 'for at least making me feel something real before I die.'

Your hands were unsteady as you kept the gun pointed at him. And Sihtric closed his eyes before multiple gunshots echoed through the warehouse, followed by a shrill shriek and the shouting of men who were there to back you up.

'No!' you shouted and ran towards Sihtric as a group of men closed in on him.

You pushed through them and kneeled down beside Sihtric, wrapping your arms around his heavy body and kissing his face all over while you cried and barked an order to the men around you, who listened and then backed away as you caressed your target's face without getting a response.

Several hours later Sihtric woke up in what looked like a hospital, and he figured he must be dead once he saw you sitting next to his bed. He tried to move but you quickly stopped him and hushed him when he tried to speak.

'It's okay,' you whispered and gently raked your fingers through his hair, 'you're okay, Sihtric. You only passed out.'

Sihtric looked confused, having no recollection of the events that happened prior to him waking up, except for one thing.

'Skade?' he mumbled weakly.

'You're free,' you said as you held back your tears, 'you're free, sweetheart. They got her. She almost got away, but the door she ran for was locked, so she was trapped. And I… I shot her in both knees so she couldn't attempt another escape.'

'Why didn't you kill me?' Sihtric asked as he began to remember.

'Because I am a shit spy,' you laughed through your tears, 'and I fell in love with my target.'

'The worst spy,' Sihtric chuckled softly while still a little dizzy, 'but not as shit as me.'

'I think you're a great spy,' you said and leaned in even closer, your noses almost touching, 'you made everyone believe you had gone rogue and were a traitor.'

'They're still coming for me about that, aren't they?'

'They are,' you sighed, 'they have questions. But I already heard they won't arrest you or ask me to still kill you. They just want a full report.'

'I got that.'

'I know,' you laughed, 'I've seen the amount of files on your laptop.'

Sihtric frowned at that, then smiled when he realised you had been doing your job while he did his.

'Tell me,' he then said, 'and be honest. Was anything real between us?'

'Yes,' you nodded, 'I already told you that my feelings were real.'

Sihtric smiled with a sense of relief, and he carefully took your chin.

'My feelings were real,' you continued, 'and the orgasms you gave me were real too.'

You both laughed before he kissed you, and then promised you that once all this shit was over he'd take you out on a real date and wanted to get to know the real you. You told him you wanted the same, but you also wanted to know what he was going to do next.

'Skade was my ticket out of this life,' Sihtric confessed, 'I'm done now. Early retirement, or whatever they call it. But what about you?'

'I resigned immediately after her arrest. No one can do this kind of work when you've fallen in love with someone.'

'Good,' he smiled, 'so… are we dating then?'

'I don't know,' you shrugged with a smile, 'are you sure you want to be with me? I mean, you still don't really know me.'

'Honey,' Sihtric said with a sly smile, 'you already had me trapped from the first night we met, what makes you think I could walk away from you now?'

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[cal-flakes]

reader organising a wholesome date for her and dealer rafe (and hiding his phone) because she wants him to have one evening where he’s not stressing about shipments or supply - so she wears his favourite dress and takes him to watch the stars and sunset

╰┈➤ dancing under the stars

warnings: light swearing, mostly fluff.

summary: y/n forces rafe to drop his busy schedule for one night.

she chuckled to herself as she clipped her earrings in, listening silent to rafe’s anxious footsteps scurrying about the house.

y/n timed his arrival perfectly, making sure to be just about ready once he walked through the door, then slipping in and out of the kitchen while he was distracted, pocketing his phone.

adjusting her jewellery one last time, she exited the bathroom, her sandals clicking against the floor as she headed downstairs, anticipating a confrontation.

just as she thought, rafe shifted nervously in the door way, his eyes flirting around the room. “angel have you seen my phone?” he questioned, exhaling in frustration.

his eyes narrowed as she giggled, watching her manicured hand dip into her bag, pulling out his mobile phone. “baby, why do you have my phone?” he asked again, stepping closer to reach for it. before he could grasp it, she quickly dropped it back into her bag.

“because, you’re so busy all the time! so i’ve planned a whole night together, and the rule is that you’re not allowed to stress over anything business related” she exclaimed, summing him to follow her as she opened the front door, exiting into the summer breeze.

“you know i can’t do that baby, i can’t miss any shipments..” he sighed, following after her quickly. “and that’s why…” she sang, quickly unlocking the car. “barry’s going to be looking after shit tonight, m’kay? look, i’ve already spoken to him about it, he’s gonna take care of it” she groaned, attempting to reassuring him as she lured him closer to the car.

huffing, he glanced at her for a second, almost immediately finding comfort in her eyes, at least enough to convince him to get his ass in the car.

sliding into the passenger seat, he clipped himself in before placing a protective hand on her thigh, earning a large grin while she turned the keys in the ignition. “so where are we going?” he spoke eagerly, rubbing gentle circles into her exposed leg. “the beach!” she squealed, pulling out of their driveway excitedly.

“the beach? baby i’m wearing a suit..” he whined, throwing his head back against the seat. “so? it’ll be fun! don’t be such a party pooper!” she teased, eyes concentrated on the road as his bore a hole into her face.

he smirked as his eyes scanned her face, noticing the lack of makeup, paired with a simple sundress that lingered perfectly around her knees.

rafe sighed contently as he listened to her quiet hums, in tune with the radio. i could listen to this all day, he thought, almost worried her quiet harmonies would lull him to sleep.

“hey! look alive! we’re here!” she shrieked, jolting him slightly as he rested his eyes. “i’m coming!” he retorted with a groan, exiting the car.

“what are you doing?” he questioned, puzzled at her sudden disappearance. “be patient!” she snapped jokingly, rounding the car once more, this time with a basket on her arm, full of picnic snacks.

his eyes widened, a sudden warm feeling twanging his heart as he watched her eyes light up, holding the heavy basket like her life depended on it. “i think i might have packed too much..” she frowned, looking between him and the basket, which was overflowing with various sorts of bread.

he chuckled at her silent pleas, swiftly taking the basket from her arm, placing it on his instead.

the look on his face was priceless as she took off in a sprint towards the shoreline, unbothered by the copious amounts of sand quickly filling her sandals.

“rafe look! the moon!” she shrieked, sticking her hand out like a child as she bounced on her feet. “i know angel, it’s bright tonight huh?” he muttered, connecting the dots in his mind.

he wasn’t a moron, and he knew she wasn’t either. rafe was well aware that she’d absolutely spent days planning this, making sure they left the house at exactly the right time, ensuring they got to their destination just as the full moon reached its peaks, glistening down on the soft waves.

“there’s a blanket in the basket, i think we should put it here!” she suggested, pointing to the spot she stood in, right in the middle of the beach. he nodded quickly, setting the basket down to rifle through it before unrolling the large throw blanket she’d brought, laying it out in front of her. “here?”

“it’s perfect!” she sang, quickly situating herself cross legged on the soft material. following suit, rafe lay down beside her, propping himself up with his elbow, allowing his shirt to become disheveled slightly, exposing his solid chest.

“you look nice tonight..” she giggled, cupping his cheeks as she pulled him into her lap, stroking his buzzed hair with the tips of her nails. “and you, look absolutely beautiful my sweet girl..” he cooed, pressing gentle kisses to her clothed hips as he relaxed into her lap.

hours of laughter and stolen kisses passed when she took notice of his first yawn, frowning slightly as she checked the time, disappointed that the night was leaving them so quickly.

“hey..will you swim with me?” she whispered, drumming her fingers against his nose, quickly drawing his attention to her. “swim? what about our clothes?”

“c’mon! it’ll be romantic! and i doubt we’ll get to do something like this again for a while..” she sighed, pouting at him. pretending to consider it, he twisted his face for a moment, looking into the sky, deep in thought. “fine, let’s go..”

y/n squealed in excitement as she jumped up, racing him to the shallow end of the sea.

“ha-ha! i win!” she yelled, splashing around as she shivered against the cold water. “oh yeah?” he teased, a devilish smile plastered on his face as he waded towards her. “no! stay back! you will absolutely not dunk me this time!” she shrieked, desperately making her escape.

too slow against the current of the ocean, he managed to wrap a strong arm around her waist, dragging her under with him. her screams became muffled as a torrent of bubbles escaped her mouth, prickling the surface.

as he brought her back up, she let out a gasp, coughing as she choked slightly. “you…are dead!” she cried breathlessly, launching herself at him, causing him to topple backwards with a splash, water now trickling from his suit pockets.

losing track of time, the pair quickly got lost in the moment, chasing each other continuously around in circles, stealing kisses when they re-emerged from under the surface.

they stood breathless together, holding each other like they’d never see eachother again if they let go. she craned her neck into the crook of his, slowly beginning a rhythm with her hips, swaying to the sound of the small waves crashing.

he mimicked her actions, moving his hands to grip her waist, bunching her sopping dress up. they rocked back and forth, admiring each others features as the moonlight shone down on them, highlighting their prominent features.

y/n’s eyes began to brim with tears as she noticed a large smile settling on his face, so utterly enamoured with the man.

“i love you rafe, thank you for taking the night off with me..” she muttered, pressing a wet kiss to his lips. returning the favour, he deepened the kiss, using a free hand to hold the back of her head, smoothing down her frizzing hair.

“i love you too angel, maybe you should hide my phone more often..”

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[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . MIKAGE REO ; — reo loves spending his money on you, especially when you look so pretty modelling your new stuff for him.

warnings: f!reader, all characters written 22+, fingering, lingerie [that he buys you], he calls you ‘bunny’. note: a lil gift 2 the reo stans that i seem 2 have lured in2 my nagi stan blog <33 u guys keep me young lmaooo !

reo spoiled you, no matter how much you told him he didn’t have to — he liked it, liked being able to bathe you in lavish gifts, in pretty jewellery that complimented your skin and even prettier lingerie that hugged you just-fucking-right.

“gimme a spin, bunny. you like it? yeah?” he smirks as you try on the newest set he’s splurged on, a deep purple that wraps around the curves of your figure — garter belt and all, hooked onto the pretty thigh highs that makes him feel so dizzy as he drinks you up.

reo loves it, loves this — the way you’re twirling around the bedroom in his apartment for him, dressed in his money and sending him a pretty, doe-eyed look when he shamelessly lets his eyes drag along your figure. he’s pressing back on his bed, elbows keeping him upright so he doesn’t miss a single inch of you, his thighs spread so you can easily slot yourself between them as he pushes himself up to pat his lap.

“look so good, i really know how to pick ‘em.. hm?” he hums, tone low and needy when you slide into him — melting into the way his arms wraps tight around your hips as he pulls you closer. his smile is handsome, unfairly so when he tilts his head at you as you giggle — smoothing your fingertips through his hair while his fingers toy with the pretty lace beneath his touch.

“you have to stop, reo. you buy me so much..” your voice is whispery, pretty when it only makes reo push closer to smear his lips along your collarbones — taking a slow, languid handful of your ass before he’s rocking you along the bulge in his sweats — like he’s showing you how much he fucking loves it, loves you.

“aw, come on, jus’ wanna spoil my bunny. can’t help it when you’re so pretty in everything i buy you, feel what you do to me?” you’re already like putty over him, thighs trembling either side of his lap with every rock and grind of his clothed cock against your panties, accompanied by the way he mouths at the sensitive spots on your neck.

your fingers twist in reo’s hair and you pull, making him groan before he’s pulling you in for a kiss — one that’s messy and eager, driven by the weight of his arousal and the way he can already feel how fucking wet you are for him. you feel dizzy as his tongue pushes between your lips, drinking up the sweet little moans of his name that only spur him on as he grins, fingertips smoothing along the hem of the purple lace panties.

but he doesn’t let you pull away when he finally pushes past the pretty fabric, his free hand curling around the back of your neck to keep you kissing him while the other travels lower to part your lower lips, discovering the warm slick that’s gathering between them. “mmm, i think you like it too, bunny. sure feels like it..”

reo’s fingers pet through your folds until they’re pressing over your clit, and he feels his cock twitch with an ache in his sweats when he watches you twist above him at his touch, feeling you grind and push down onto his hand for more friction that he gives you so easily. you really are spoiled, huh?

your drawl vibrates through his lips— sweet murmuring of his name as his tongue moves with yours and he feels something burst and heat along his neck and back when you suddenly suck on his. he feels himself fumble slightly with the throb it drags from his cock before he’s finding a pace and rubbing at your clit with two fingers, feeling you twitch and wiggle with every swipe.

reo pulls you closer, close enough for him to take you both down onto the mattress as he lets himself melt into the sheets behind him, feeling you whisper needily against his body when he finally lets you pull away from the kiss to breathe. you’re begging him not to stop and it only drives him to press down harder, more eagerly as he drinks in your reactions—watches your body melt into him so intoxicatingly that it feels like his ears are ringing before he’s sinking two fingers into you.

he sends you another crooked, pink cheeked smirk despite his lidded gaze, free hand tracing up the plains of your body as he grabs at the lace bra — squeezing your tits before he’s easing you to bounce on his fingers. he watches your hips twist under his touch when he pushes his fingers deeper, feeling your walls tighten around the digits as he speeds up his ministrations, meeting each of your needy little thrusts as you whine.

“shit—look at you, bunny. gotta get you more of this, gotta come in other colours, right? i’ll get you all of ‘em. you want that, yeah?” reo’s so fucking hard and his words only make you moan before you’re squeezing around him, he knew you loved this — loved him spending his money on you, loved how much he loved it.

“‘ts all mine, can buy everything for you. whatever you want, you jus’ gotta sit pretty and it’s yours.” he’s babbling, he needs you and his words have your hips grinding eagerly into his touch, brushing your clit harder against his thumb as your warm cunt pulses around his digits. you’re sucking him back in everytime he drags them out before you blink down at him, starry-eyed and already fucked out as you push yourself closer, feeling him pull down the fabric of your bra so he can tease your nipples between his fingers.

you’re so pliant above him and it only spurs reo on, feeling him scissor his fingers inside of your walls as he toys with the sweet spots inside of you until you’re trembling — curling over him and drawing yourself close enough for him to mouth at your throat.

his teeth roll the sensitive skin on your neck until he’s sure there’s a mark there, laving his tongue over the raised skin until suddenly he feels your thighs shake and the blissful feeling of your orgasm rushes through your veins. your walls flex and pulse around his fingers as he continues to sink them into you, chuckling smugly as he draws gentle circles into your clit to prolong your pleasure while he continues to bite at your skin.

reo feels on cloud fucking nine with the needy moans and babbles of his name that fall from you, his heavy eyes locking with your own drowsy gaze before he’s swiping his slick fingers over your puffy clit, almost growling when you jolt from oversensitivity. but just as you tremble trying to climb off of him, you hear a faint rip at your panties before he’s moving underneath you, eagerly pushing down the waistband of his sweats as one of his arms prop up his head behind him.

“reo! this was expensive.” you pout and god—it makes him fucking throb with how cute you look, fucked out and mused from his kisses and your orgasm and he can’t wait to have you bouncing on the end of his cock. reo spoiled you with his money, but fuck—you alwayyys made sure to thank him as you help him push down his boxers.

“eh, i’ll buy you another, bunny. need you now.”

© 2023 GAROUJO. do not copy any of my layouts / writing + translate / repost onto any other sites.

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[luvyjwz]

⎯⎯ ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝⌗ drowning in moonlight ★— jake imagine.

⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ─── jake x reader, suggestive (jake potentially being a succubus/siren + nothing is clear bc this was entirely self indulgent), mentions of smut

the water droplets from jake's wet kisses on your collarbone began to trickle down onto the fabric of your blouse. the buttons and cloth messily separated as the article pooled around your torso.

you recollect memories of your past meetings and you fail to find a moment similar to how he caresses your skin at this very time. soft sounds of your clothes being discarded was drowned out by swishes of the ocean. sand crystals tickling your bare skin as he towers over your nearly unclothed body.

the beach was empty of souls and you knew your prayers had been heard. the sun began to set hours ago, families and friends hurrying to their homes leaving you all alone. waiting for the very man who tortured yet healed your soul.

"kiss me properly," you stutter when his thin fingernails prod at your lips. "i've been waiting all evening."

he scoffs to this statement, smiling briefly knowing the effect he had on you, your mind, and your body.

"you think you deserve it?" he whispers, an octave dropping and your heart begins acting under his command. his fingers wander to your back, playing with the elastic of your bra strap as he leans in to leave reddening marks on your neck.

and for another sunset, he left your lips cold.

the following morning you decide to visit the beach during sunrise. the honey sun was a new sight for you as your feet carried you through the salty sand and all the way to the familiar waves. only stray boulders and welcomed crustacean creatures kept you company.

your thoughts once again drifting to the man you loved to visit at sea. he made you feel things you couldn't name, things you couldn't quite comprehend. the way he touched you in the most intimate places, places which you never let a soul touch you before. the way he lured your body into a tantalizing state of mind with his seductive, enticing words.

just sitting here alone, basking in the sun's glory you feel an ache for his presence.

when you reach your hand out to dip into the silky waters, you question yourself, question your reasoning. however, when a familiar head of honeyed blond hair arises from the pits of liquid blue, his head tilted back and water droplets accentuating his built shoulders through a white tunic—the answer comes to you naturally.

you long for the water drops on your bare body as jake makes love to you in the moonlight. his pale blue, misty eyes peering up into your gaze when he pleasures you feverishly. a compassionate, yet thirsty desire in his eyes as he makes you his.

he reaches out for you from the ocean. in just a moment, your body is against his and he's brushing his hands over your features to cup your cheekbones in his grasp. his cold, wet jewellery pressing into your flesh.

"kiss me," jake whispers this time. "i've been waiting all my life."

fighting the urge to break down in his arms, you lean against him and kiss him as hard as your body would let you. numbing feelings and unsaid emotions are felt as you share breaths and after a while he groans, pulling away to burrow his layered locks into your collarbone.

"stay," his voice softer as he mumbles. "i'll take you with me."

he lifts away from you to meet your watery eyes. not much thought goes through your head as you nod profusely, willing to go anywhere as long as you're with him.

a cute smile appears on his puffy lips before he interlocks your fingers and begins takes you further under the ocean...

✧˖°💬📎⋆ ˚｡ 06/30/23

first writing for my bias wrecker x

with love, luvyjwz. ♡

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen smut #enhypen jake #sim jaeyun #jake smut #✧˖°. sjy

[yourladysteel]

Other women wear the same perfume as you That floral but not overpowering scent That musky, linger in the air smell of you That can throw me in a time portal Back, back, about three years now, To the Barberton house Or the bags that drip with radiation

It’s at its worse when I’m in Farmers Because that’s where all those women go Middle aged with money in their pockets Buying the clothes you once brought While mum sticks with the perfumes Avoiding unsuccessfully The ones that smell like you

I have to press myself back against the jewellery cabinets Both to let people down the aisle And to dodge the thing I can’t see Mouth a small scowl, eyes heavy-lidded An attempt to look as nonchalant as a teenager Still successful in looking like a teenager Because of my twelve year old face that hasn’t changed in years

Lord, I do not want to think about how yours has changed so.

Now, in Farmers, or in Ezibuy, or on the damn street Your ghost passes by in the form of another woman A grandmother to her own grandchildren, perhaps Or just a possession of your own choosing Hoping to lure me to the other side When I turn too quickly to look back at them Snapping my neck for hope that it’s you

Sometimes, on a whim, I think about reaching out To grab the solid ghost made up of memories Wrapped up in a smell Wondering, on a whim, whether they’ll reach back too To grab the solid granddaughter made up of wishes Wrapped up in her In you

If I grabbed them Pulled them back Hugged them tight Cried Screamed Stayed silent Just sighed

Would they turn into you? A different kind of resurrection That hasn’t happened in novels before One based on that perfume The one I don’t even have a name to All in an effort to give you a second chance At trying life out again

Where you can go skydiving for your sixtieth Or live in your new house for longer than a month Where you could have waved me goodbye at the airport When I finally started the journey we had been talking about A life where you can watch your daughter and I Walk across a stage for ten seconds For a piece of paper you helped me achieve

For a moment, that particular moment When your perfume is all I can smell I think about how fifty-seven was too young How I have friends who have parents Older than you Who are still here to this day When you’re not

But too soon in my musings They have disappeared They are gone And so is my chance And so are the memories And so is the perfume And so are you

And so are you You You were gone too soon

-Perfume, or, It's Been Seven Years Since My Nan Died So Here Is A Poem I Wrote When I Was Younger That Highlights How The Grief Never Leaves Me, It Lingers Even After I've Forgotten How Her Hand Used To Feel In Mine

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[stardust-swan]

How to Be a Real Life Mermaid 🌊🧜‍♀️🐚

The Look

🐚 Wear sea foam green, aquamarine, teal, ocean blue, soft grey, lilac, periwinkle, emerald, pale gold, white, deep blue, and turquoise

🐚 Pick flowy fabrics such as taffeta, chiffon, linen, silk, muslin, and sequined fabrics that resemble fish scales

🐚 Choose garments like maxi dresses, flowy skirts, bandeau off-the-shoulder tops, tank tops, soft scarves used as tops, shell clutches, woven bags, and pretty beaded sandals

🐚 Accessorise with jewellery made from pearls, sea glass, seashells, turquoise, aquamarine, opals, gold that resembles the sun glinting on the sea, and silver that reminds one of the metallic sheen of fish scales. Examples of accessories you can wear are bangles, anklets, layered necklaces, and pearl earrings

🐚 Makeup Ideas: eyeshadow in nudes like a sandy beach, greens and blues like the sea, or lavender and pink like a coral reef, shimmery highlight, dewy skin, coral pink lipstick, and seashell pink lipgloss

🐚 Hair Ideas: loose curls that look like ocean waves, fishtail plaits, green and blue hair dye, pearl hairclips, and sea salt hairspray. Brush your hair with a pretty wide-tooth comb.

The Lifestyle

🐚 Listen to songs such as Martha's Harbour by All About Eve, No Ordinary Love by Sade, Come Into the Water by Mitski, Pearl Diver by Mitski, Mariners Apartment Complex by Lana Del Rey, and Call of the Sea by Claudie Mackula (a longer mermaid playlist is here).

🐚 You can also listen to the sounds of the ocean, like whale song or waves crashing on the beach

🐚 Watch movies and TV shows such as Aquamarine, Splash, The Little Mermaid, H20: Just Add Water, Mr Peabody and the Mermaid, Miranda (1948), Mermaid Melody Pitchi Pitchi, Ponyo, Barbie in a Mermaid Tale, Barbie: The Pearl Princess, Neptune's Daughter (1914), A Daughter of the Gods (1916), Queen of the Sea (1918), Venus of the South Seas (1924), and Magic Island (1995)

🐚 Read books, fairytales, and poems such as The Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen, The Mermaid Handbook by Carolyn Turgeon, Mermaids: The Myths, Legends, and Lore by Skye Alexander, A Daughter of the Sea by Amy Le Feuvre, Undine by Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué, The Mermaid by Alfred Lord Tennyson, and The Sea-Child by Katherine Mansfield

🐚 Mermaids are renowned for their beautiful siren song, so sing sweetly and brightly as often as you feel like it

🐚 Make your self smell like the ocean by using a deodorant like Old Spice Deep Sea, and perfumes like L by Lolita Lempicka, Acqua di Gioia, Salt Air by Skylar, Fleur de Corail by Lolita Lempicka, Seahorse by Zoologist, Nymphéas by Kismet Olfactive, Salina by Laborattorio Olfattivo, Alien Mirage by Mugler, Very Sexy Sea by Victoria's Secret, 20,000 Flowers Under the Sea by Tokyomilk, Nebbia Spessa by Filippo Sorcinelli, Tiziana Terenzi's Sea Stars Collection, Chant d'Extase by Nina Ricci, Sirena by Floris, Squid by Zoologist, and Orto Parisi Megamare (be aware that the latter two suit a dark siren who lures men to their deaths more than a sweet mermaid princess).

🐚 Make your home smell like the deep sea too, with sea salt scented diffusers and candles such as Yankee Candle Sea Minerals, Yankee Candle Seaside Woods, or Jo Malone Wood Sage and Sea Salt

🐚 Home Decor Ideas: silk sheets in blue, grey, and sea green, seashell jewellery trays, homemade terrariums, jellyfish embroidery, seashell candles, beaded curtains made from string and shells, paintings of maritime scenes, glass vases filled with layers of sand, seashells, and faux pearls, seashell shaped soap dishes, rattan furniture, woven baskets, treasure chests to keep your valuables in, mermaid figurines, a seashell or jellyfish mobile, a bowl filled with seashells, a glass bottle filled with ocean water or with a love letter inside to replicate a message in a bottle, mosaics with marine motifs like seahorses and shells, even an aquarium with colourful fish if you are able to care for them

🐚 Spend lots of time around near bodies of water, swimming in it to connect with your inner mermaid, or just walking in it and feeling the sand beneath your feet

🐚 Collect seashells and pretty pieces of sea glass thar wash up on the shore

🐚 Watch synchronised swimming, or even learn it yourself

🐚 Go diving, snorkeling, or mermaiding

🐚 Visit aquariums to see beautiful exotic fish and learn more about the ocean

🐚 Do your best to be sustainable; make the world a cleaner place for your fishy friends to live in. If possible, attend a beach clean-up group local to your area to help pick up litter

🐚 Carry a haircomb and hand mirror with you at all times (you can hotglue seashells and faux pearls on the back of the mirror to make it even more like a mermaid's treasure)

🐚 Watch documentaries and read books on the ocean, marine life, and nautical myths and legends

🐚 Enjoy snacking on seaweed soup, coconut water, and Guylian seashell chocolates

🐚 Take luxurious baths with dead sea salt, seaweed masks, small white bath bombs that resemble pearls, a coconut scented candle, and calming music

#mermaidcore #life aesthetic #mermaid aesthetic #femininity #hyperfeminine #hyperfemininity #that girl #that girl aesthetic #princesscore #royalcore #elegantcore #fairycore #cottage #oceancore

[alexanderlightweight]

Wednesday prompt. So I love the idea of Alec using his hands to create something for Magnus, like a weapon, jewellery, figurines (wood, glass, metal). Just Alec fysicly making something meaning full for Magnus. Bonus if it contains some of himself like soul, blood, energi ... Btw I really love all your writing and I read all the new stuff everytime you post it

ah thank you so much! this belongs to this eldritch delight vs, because i've been neglecting it a bit lately and i miss it. i hope you enjoy this!

uhm... warnings. alec lets his pinky be cut off *it regrows* so he can make a charm for magnus. it's normally cut off yourself in nephilim traditions but alec didn't want to upset magnus.

lumine

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Magnus hating losing parts of him is the only reason Alec’s postponed making Magnus this particular present.

It’s an intimate shadowhunter gift and while Alec wants to give it to Magnus mere days before meeting him, he also learns that Magnus isn’t going to appreciate the method behind the gift.

He fights with his desire to make it and his concern of upsetting Magnus for weeks before he finally gives in. It’s incredibly easy to slip while fighting and ‘accidentally’ let down his guard enough for a demon tail to take his pinky. The demon is dead a moment later and while his team is giving him wary looks, Alec merely smirks as he reaches down and collects the digit.

“Sir?” Mirai asks him warily, her gaze careful as she watches him.

“A present, for Magnus.” He tells her casually and then, because he knows his hunters will only be more curious, he adds. “Magnus doesn’t like it when I purposefully maim myself. It seems liked a good opportunity to avoid that.”

“Makes sense.” Mirai agrees and she sighs as she looks over the mess, “makes more sense then why these demons nested here.”

Alec nods in agreement and then leaves, since his presence had never been necessary, and he’d only gone as an excuse to get the materials he needed.

He draws the necessary runes and leaves his finger to his beetles to eat the flesh until the bone is clean and polished and then shows himself to the infirmary.

The medical team is pleased with how clean the cut is and he’ll have a new pinky by nightfall, even if the itch and burn of regrowth is distracting.

The bones are clean before his pinky is regrown, but Alec sets up his tools carefully and lays everything out. He won’t sleep until this is finished, because there is no where he wants to lay his head besides next to Magnus’ own. Which means he needs to finish this quickly.

The bones are tiny and delicate, and Alec has very limited room for mistakes, especially because he doesn’t think Magnus is going to let him get away with the same excuse twice.  So, it takes him twice as long as it should, but it’s worth it for the tiny bone’s runes in nephil and Edomeic both. It ends up being no bigger than the tip of his stele and he sets it with a platinum thread on a thin loop that can be hung on a necklace or an earring.

When he’s healed and there’s no evidence of the injury, he goes to Magnus’ with a velvet bag that holds the charm. He presents it with a soft smile, because while Magnus is always delighted by the gifts, he always acts surprised as well. Alec’s going to lure that surprise away eventually, but for now he enjoys it as an aspect of Magnus that needs to be adored.

“Darling, for me?” Magnus asks in delight and then his face pulls into a grimace that Alec wants to kiss away. “Alexander, did you cut off a piece of yourself?” Magnus accuses and Alec is relieved that he can shake his head and promise sincerely that he did not.

“A mishap in the field.” He assures him, “already healed.” And he wiggled his fingers for good measure and Magnus kisses each of them, laving them all with love.

—

“Unacceptable, I can’t bear to part with a single atom of you ever again.” Magnus swears and he clings to Alexander’s hand, unwilling to let go of it when his lips are forced to part from Alexander’s knuckles so he can speak. “You must be more careful, darling. As ghastly as the charm is, it can’t possibly compare to what you meant to me.”

Alexander’s lashes flutter and he ducks his head, letting Magnus sigh in delight and press kisses to Alexander’s jaw and the hollow of his ear.

Magnus fixes the tiny charms of bones lined with demonic runes to dangle from his ear. A piercing everyone can see and admire and know that he carries a devoted piece of Alexander with him always.

“Good fortune and protection for the one I love.” Alexander whispers to him something so sweet and devoted in his voice and Alexander nuzzles into Magnus’ palms, the depth of the stars in his eyes.

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[archiveikemen]

"Wicked Love Blooming In The Dark Night" Story Event: Chapter 2

William's Route

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(Wow…)

William took me to the top of a tower that overlooked the city of London.

William: A nice view, isn't it?

(It’s so high up… it’s kind of scary.)

The familiar streets of London below us, and the broad sky above our heads.

The breeze blowing against my skin felt great.

Kate: … This place is wonderful. Is coming here something you like to do?

William: Yeah. I sometimes spot interesting things when looking at the city from up here.

William: I notice what’s new, what’s no longer there, and evidence.

Kate: Oh… you’re right. I can see a newly opened restaurant that I never noticed before.

William: I don’t recommend eating that restaurant’s kidney pie.

Kate: Eh, why is that?

William: … You want to know?

Kate: … I have a feeling you might say something scary, so nevermind.

William: Then that’s too bad. It’s a fairly enjoyable story.

Kate: I knew it'd be scary story…

(This feels strange.)

(I can’t believe I’m laughing and chatting about the city with someone I was afraid of.)

If we part ways before the “mission”, I’ll definitely only have pleasant memories from today.

However, my eyes suddenly stopped on an alley — and a shadow fell over my heart.

Kate: … I used to love passing through that alley while making deliveries, there are many ateliers there.

William: Ah… I’m rather “familiar” with that place.

Kate: It’s amazing, right? Whenever I looked through the doors and windows, it felt like looking into a jewellery box. But…

William: Is there something bothering you?

Kate: One of the ateliers provides meals for the underprivileged, so that they can enjoy art too…

Kate: Many children often gather there. I found myself stopping to look at them whenever I passed by while making deliveries.

Kate: And… at sunset, I would see some large items being transported in and out.

Kate: … I think they were plaster figures, or something like that…

An image of the items covered in white cloth under the light of the setting sun formed in my mind.

Kate: Something feels off about it.

William: “Something feels off”, you say?

Kate: That was rude of me, huh. Those could've been artworks…

William: Not necessarily.

William: In this world, there is no absolute good, nor is there absolute evil. There’s no person who shouldn’t be doubted at the start.

William: What you’re feeling is your truth, right?

Kate: …

I was a little taken aback by the straightforward affirmation.

It was only then I realised I had been denying my own feelings.

(William seems like a very carefree person… living life as he pleases.)

(... That’s why he accepts other people's hearts as they are.)

A feeling that was neither envy nor adoration sprouted in my heart.

William: … I’ll count that as the second piece of information you’ve shared with me.

Kate: Hm? Oh…

(Right, our deal is to exchange three pieces of information and I’ll be freed… I completely forgot about that.)

(Moreover, I’ve never told anyone about that… let alone my boyfriend.)

William: Now… Kate.

William gazed at me alluringly.

William: What’s the second thing you want to know about me?

(What I want to know…)

Kate: What do you think of… when you look at this view?

William: Let me see…

William’s eyelashes were downcast as he looked at the city of London.

The sight of his silver hair swaying in the gentle breeze was almost impossible not to fall in love with.

William: The streets, the people, everything that’s unfavourable is hidden somewhere in a dark corner.

William: I’m dying to find out what those are.

Kate: Why on earth would you…?

William: … If those things are like lovely hidden desires, I want to lure those out and cherish them.

William: But if they're evil to me — I’ll fight them with evil.

I instantly accepted the answer he unhesitantly gave me.

As a member of Crown, William knew many things about the city, and not just the pretty things.

He continued to face what laid beyond the things he had discovered.

(I want to see the same things William sees.)

That thought came to my mind unnoticed.

William: … It’s almost time. The sky is starting to get dark.

Kate: …!

William: You should exchange a third piece of information with me soon if you don’t want to accompany me on my mission.

(Avoidable dangers should be avoided, but…)

William: What do you plan to do, Kate?

(I won’t be able to truly get to know him unless I step into the darkness.)

Kate: I’ll exchange that third piece of information with you… after the mission.

William: …

William smiled at me in silence as if he had anticipated that response.

And then, the sun set—

We visited a museum where an exhibition was being held.

(Looks like we can’t enter without an invitation…)

William: No need to be so tense. Relax.

(How can I relax when you're looking at me like that…)

There were people who acknowledged him and addressed him as “Earl”, and some who only watched him from afar.

Everyone was looking at William with fascination and enthusiasm, paying little to no attention to the exhibits.

William: They’re just staring. You can’t kill someone by looking at them.

Kate: I know, but…

(I’m worried that someone will come stab me saying something like “you’re unworthy of being William’s girlfriend”... that sort of thing.)

Kate: Can you carry out your mission if you’re at the centre of attention…?

(Crown’s missions are national secrets, there should be absolutely no witnesses.)

Wiliam: Yes, of course.

Kate: R-Really?

(Whenever William nods, it makes me feel like nothing is impossible.)

William: You don’t have to be so worried. Just keep your head up and act confident.

William: Rest assured, I won’t let anyone lay a finger on my lover.

William kissed my hair in a natural manner.

(... My heart will never be able to calm down if this man becomes my real boyfriend.)

I was well aware that we were only pretend lovers, but I felt an irresistible attraction to his whispering.

A while later, the noble who was the exhibition’s curator started introducing the various exhibits—

The moment the introductions were over, the place turned into a venue for a standing buffet party.

(Still no movement. I wonder what kind of mission this is… oh?)

(The number of people kind of… decreased. Did many of them leave immediately after viewing the exhibits?)

William: … My lovely Kate.

Kate: It’s embarrassing to hear you address me that way…

William: Ahaha, your ears are red. Adorable.

William hugged me by the shoulder and whispered in my ear.

William: Can we have some time alone? Let’s leave the party…

William: “To a place no one can see”.

(...!)

I looked at him with a start when I heard the words that sounded like a signal to make me an accomplice.

(That must mean… we’re starting the mission.)

I nodded quietly and William narrowed his red eyes, pleased with my response.

William: Well then, shall we?

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[ladysomething]

Ooo! Let’s see, how about ‘Charles is part dragon and Max really is quite golden isn’t he?’ (Both are still drivers)

- Zoomimal

oh my GOD I love how vague and yet also specific this is. seriously resisting the temptation to write a quick thousand words about this, but resist I will because we all know it wouldn't be a thousand words.

I have two different ideas for this so here they are:

lighthearted, minimal angst, lots of fluff, lots of Charles admiring Max, porn, probably short

Charles has a metamorphic ability where he physically transforms into a dragon - some kind of genetic ability. In this world, I think these types of transformations would be fairly normal. Maybe not everybody has the ability, but it's common enough that people know it's possible and don't really blink an eye.

Charles, however, keeps it a secret, maybe because dragons are seen as destructive and he doesn't like people thinking that he must be like that.

but maybe because the dragon he transforms into is the size of a toy poodle and that embarrasses him.

anyway, nobody else on the grid knows (except maybe Pierre), and Charles tries very hard to suppress his urges and instincts but one of the things he can't suppress is how drawn he is to things that shine.

he used to just collects coins and paperclips and jewellery but lately he's struggling to satisfy his urge and he starts looking for bigger and bigger prizes. shiny helmets, pieces of carbon fibre. but eventually even that's not enough, so he has to branch out again: other drivers trophies, plaques and awards. but it's not quite what he needs, it doesn't quiet satisfy him.

and then he shares a podium with max, looks at him all flushed and sweaty and glowing under the bright lights of a night race, and realises that there is nothing more shiny and golden than Max Verstappen.

Charles would absolutely then transform into his cute poodle dragon form, lure max back to his hotel room (or Monaco apartment?) and force max is sit in the centre of his huge collection of Shiny Things, as his crown jewel, the pièce de résistance, and then he'd transform back into his human form and fuck max on top of his treasure.

you could definitely sub in Charles not being able to transform, just having dragon in his lineage somewhere, and all he's inherited is some of the tendencies.

2. angsty, long, exploring the themes of greed and facing the consequences of your actions

this would feature Charles being punished by being cursed to turn into a dragon every night. think some kind of cross over between brother bear and Shrek. he'd be cursed because he was too greedy, never satisfied with what he gets in life and always trying to have more, more, more.

max would know that he's been cursed and would help him try to find a solution. some kind of long adventure/journey/roadtrip where max is constantly annoyed by Charles complaining. maybe they're even exes and they broke up because of Charles' insatiability and his inability to appreciate what he has.

as the road trip progresses Charles would get more and more on edge, starting to wonder if they're ever going to fix him.

maybe Charles doesn't even know why max left him - maybe he thinks max couldn't handle Charles winning championships while max himself was being labelled as "washed up" and "old news".

the climax would definitely be them having a big fight and max finally telling Charles that, no, it wasn't because he was losing and Charles was winning, it was because winning had made Charles so unrecognisable that max had started to resent him. that he hopes Charles has to stay like this forever, because he deserves to have been punished/cursed for his greed.

max leaves, and Charles has to finish the rest of the journey alone, realising how lonely he is and how much he'd given up. he would in the end choose not to continue on his journey and instead go back to max to try and make things right.

doesn't necessarily have an ending about max being golden, but the imagery would be woven throughout as a motif ...

ok that was so fun and hard. send me an ask with a prompt idea and I'll plot it out!

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