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bandgie · 9 months

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Predator & Prey

a/n: 6th and FINAL chapter omg

warnings: somno, fire, biting, blood, dark thoughts from Nyryx, one degrading word said (whore), uhh I think that's it

6.8k words gyyaattttt

Maybe it was your nerves, but you wake up just as the birds start chirping. You could fell Nyryx solid beneath you, his chest softly heaving as he slept. You laid on top of him, your own personal bed. You felt bad that he slept on the cold ground, but his calm, neutral expression showed that he didn't care much. His wings were wrapped around you, keeping the heat in. You smiled.

You gently picked your head up, looking at the early morning sky. There was faint pinkish color against the blueish heavens. It had been so long since you woke up so early. You rarely admire the beauty in the waking sun, but against the snowflakes and cold, white powder makes you cherish the sight.

Though you could easily fall back to sleep, especially with Nyryx under you, you don't. It's your first time being awake before Nyryx. When you traveled in the woods, he would be the one to wake you. It's a weird gift you've been granted on your last morning with him, and you're going to take advantage of it.

You looked back at him, loving how soft his features looked. Nyryx usually had a frown, or contemplating look, but there are no traces of hard lines. Instead his eyebrows are relaxed, mouth slightly open, and eyes closed with long lashes to compliment him. He sleeps peacefully, as though neither of you had sent a village ablaze only hours ago.

Your fingers reach up to trace his details. His skin was a little rough in your fingertips, but you still smiled as you felt him. Nyryx didn't stir in his sleep when you played his with lips, but his nose did twitch. You help back a laugh at the cute movement, instead trailing your hand to his cheeks. You decided to travel a little more down and place your hand on the side of his neck.

You rubbed your hand up and down, and without meaning to, your hips followed the movement. You really didn't mean to touch him with any sexual intent, but you just adore the way he feels under you; How still and compliant his is, another gift you've been given this morning.

You slowly adjust so your knees are on the cold ice below you, straddling him. You shiver when you make contact with the ground, the snow almost burning on your skin. Ignoring it, you shuffle so that you scoot down just barely, face lined with his chest. His wings move unconsciously, allowing you more movement. You kiss his chest in gratitude.

Nyryx doesn't move while you trail your kisses downward, hands holding his sides for balance. You would think such a killer would be on high alert even when asleep. Instead it's you that moves in a predatory way, stalking and slyly moving down his body.

Is this how he feels? You wonder as you take advantage of his unconscious state. Nyryx is the one who's supposed to take you like this, asleep and unaware. You're filled with excitement as you think of your reversal of roles. He must feel a power trip as he hovers over his prey, similar how he is to you right now.

When you reach his trousers, you stop. You're shaking, most likely from the cold, but also from the adrenaline in your veins. If he wakes, you don't know how he'll react. Would he be upset? Mad that you succumbed to your horny feelings? That you bested him in a game he plays most well? Or would he be happy? Would he like that surprise you woke him up with?

After all, this is like breakfast in bed for him.

Coming to your conclusion, you carefully free him of his pants. Pulling down just enough for his semi-hard dick to come out. It's less intimidating seeing him softer than usual. You have a lot more confidence this time when you take the tip of him into your mouth. He's salty, it makes your mouth water on instinct to dilute the taste. After what seems like forever, he moved. Legs opening a little wider to give you more access.

You stick your tongue out in the underside of his dick, tongue messily licking while you sucked on him. It didn't take much effort for Nyryx to grow exponentially, hardening in your mouth with a soft groan. You pull away and stroke him a few times, ignoring how cold your body is getting from being away from him.

You fear for a moment if the wetness between your legs can freeze, but you'll make sure to fix that before you have the chance to find out. Though the outside of your body is burning cold, your insides are burning hot. You swear your arousal alone could warm your entire body, but you'd rather have some of Nyryx's help.

You engulf him in your mouth again, bobbing your head to get some action going. Your hands aren't gentle anymore, they grip at his waist almost possessively. Your rough touch must wake him up at some point, but instead he continues to lie there. His body jolting when you suck his tip harshly, how you move your tongue down to lick his balls, the way your throat closes around him when you gag.

You can feel the spit dribbling down your chin, the saliva that coats your hand when your stroke when you can't fit in your mouth. You can't help but move your whole body when you take him, hips grinding on nothing but cold air. You pop him our of your mouth and you swear you hear him whine when you do.

You shiver as you sit up, discarding your pants and underwear when you do. Before you take your place back on his lap, you place your clothes on a rock near the almost dead fire. You don't want to be sticky having to put cold, wet underwear back on.

Once you finish, you scramble to sit on his lap. The morning cold is almost unbearable, but you're glad there's no wind at least. You take a good look at Nyryx's sleeping face, how it's not contort in what seems like impatience. You grab his hardness again, this time lining it up with you pussy.

You know it would be painful to take him in one sit. Nyryx always made sure to get your cunt doodling before you took him, but now that's all up for you do to yourself. So, despite the want and need you ache for, you grind on his cock. It's weird at first, how his hands are limp besides him, wings fluttering besides you as you hump his dick. Still, you find some disgusting satisfaction with you in control, with you on top.

Maybe you aren't as much of prey Nyryx thinks you are.

You hear the slickness of your pussy as you grind on him, looking down to the strings of essence that connects your bodies. You moan at the sight, giving you motivation to keep using him. After all, you are supposed to be teaching him self control. Who knows? Maybe this is the perfect way for him to get his meal.

You rub your clit on his tip, gasping at the feeling. You could feel every vein and even the crown of his head as you grind on him. You bite your lower lip to keep from moaning loudly, but it's more difficult that you originally thought. You're panting, legs starting to get sore from rutting against him. Still, the heat in your stomach encourages you further.

Your legs tremble as you approach your release, wet sounds emulating from beneath you. You find the strength to look at him, unbelievable seeing his eyes still closed. He has to be faking it at this point. He can't still be sleeping with your wetness on his thighs, his dick. How aggressively you're humping and even smacking your pussy on him.

Your body tenses, your orgasm threatening to spill out of you just before you decide to sit up, pulling away from his dick. You shake and tremble from your self edging, almost curing yourself for not finishing. It doesn't matter though, you would much rather cum with him inside you.

You wobbly adjust so you're actually hovering over him, his tip already leaking from the edging. Nyryx's fists ball up and and relax, body trembling as he fights to keep from thrusting into you in his sleep. Though you're now 100% sure he's not really sleeping. You're quick to catch him briefly open his eyes before he shuts them again. You laugh.

"Nyrryyyxx..." you teasingly sing his voice softly. He pretends not to hear you though, instead keeping his eyes closed and lifting his hips to let you know that you should get back to business. It only makes you laugh more at his eagerness. You reach down and grab the base of his dick, shoving his tip in.

You purposely do it slow, feeling every crevasse and vessel his dick as to offer. You love his irritated face, how he looks at you between his lashes. Though you're completely aware of his consciousness, he maintains his sleep like state. Staying (kind of) still and moaning softly as you push him halfway through inside you.

"I know you're awake, you don't have to pretend," you tell him. Despite being this close to his body, you're freezing. The sun is finally over the horizon, but it's far too early in the day for it to give any actual warmth. "I'm cold," you comment to him. You think it will make him break. Have him wrap his arms or wings around you to shield you.

Instead, he smiles, fangs poking out, "Sit on my cock properly and I'll reward you." You're stunned by his morning voice, how deep and gravely is sounds. Perhaps it's also because you're teasing him with the one thing that gives him life, but that's just a theory.

You push him deeper as you exhale, eyes rolling back at the painful stretch. You can feel yourself fully sit on him, ass to his thigh before he finally lift his wings up. Nyryx quickly wraps then around you, forcing you down on his chest for more heat. You moan at his warmth, inside and outside of you. He lets you adjust to the new position before he thrusts upwards gently.

You whimper, burying your head into his neck from the deep angle. In this position, you're also able to rub your clit on his pelvis. Nyryx also uses his hands to snake around your waist, using is was leverage to fuck up into you.

You bite down in his neck, desperate to not make any noise, but Nyryx is displeased with this. "Louder prey, I wish for the birds to sing your moans." His voice holds authority, and you obey. You had been forced to keep quiet with Nyryx in the spare room, but now there is no one to stop that. Only the trees and morning animals will keep your secret.

You let yourself moan with no restraint when he resumes. Nyryx is loud with his grunt, but they're drowned by the slapping of his skin on yours. All you can do is take it as you entire body is jolted by his movements. Drool pours from your lips when you feel him kiss your cervix, so so deep inside you.

Nyryx doesn't hold back in any aspect. You think he was treating you gently compared to now. He doesn't let the snow under him affect his fucking, not the early morning you woke him up at, not your loud moaning in his ear, nothing. Nyryx is still careful to not accidentally stab you with his talons, they're dangerously close to your stomach and trapped under his wings.

He could easily nick you, tear your pretty flesh open and watch you paint the snow red. Hurting you never gives him pleasure, he hates your sorrowful cries from his doings. It doesn't stop him from taking pleasure in the danger though. Your life is in his hands, literally. He could easily take everything from you. Nyryx could keep you from your world, your family. He could have you every second of the day just by threatening you with his power. He could consume your lust, fear, hatred, every emotion your body has to offer.

Nyryx hates how his thoughts turn wicked, how easy it is to make his delusions a reality. Your pleasureful moans though, pull him out. Goosebumps cross his skin as you cry, waking up every animals that still slumbers. He can feel you twitching, gushing out more lubrication when he reaches down to grasp your ass. He shoves you even harder on his cock. you swear you see stars from the deep penetration.

You're supposed to be teaching him control, but instead he's using you like a cocksleeve. You don't think he noticed that he was also drooling, his eyes turning scary wild as he keep his eyes past you, looking at your bouncing hips. He was mumble something, your name occasionally leaving his lips. You thought he was moaning or praising you, but he almost seemed in a trance.

You grew curious and slightly worried, but all you could was whine when he pushed you deeper on him, gushing your cream all over his cock. His dick must be painted white like the snow that surrounds you, but neither of you will ever know. Not when he keeps fucking into you and spreading your essence between you both.

Your mouth falls open and your eyes roll back, the noises that leave you are inhumane. Probably even a turn off, but Nyryx takes pride in your moans. You can feel the coil in your stomach, the tingling sensation near your thighs. Nyryx and his creamy cock are quick to notice your closeness, holding you tighter against him so that you could fully feel your clit being rubbed.

You're a babbling mess, not even bothering to properly kiss Nyryx back. All there is between your lips are spit, drool, and clashing teeth. The heat in your stomach builds, almost unbearably before you come crashing down. You sob loudly, feeling your orgasm drip down out of your pussy onto his cock again. Nyryx still beneath you, letting your twitching body come down from your high.

Your cunt is clutching him so tightly, Nyryx couldn't move even if he wanted to. It's not until you go limp against him he decides to move again. It's long before he hears your protests, your whines for him to wait. "Please Nyryx," you gasp. "I-fuucckkkk-you slow down please." Nyryx is riddled with guilt, but your pleas are so beautiful. He wants to keep ignoring you just to hear them more.

Against his primal desires he stops, almost cursing himself. "Just a little longer, prey," he whispers in your ear. "Let me have you." You moan at his words, your sensitive pussy aching for you to listen to him despite the one being abused. You bite your lower lip, eyes meeting his.

Nyryx looks so desperate, so fucked out. You forget that he also goes insane when you fuck, it's unfair for you to use him like you did earlier while not letting him get the same. You nod, eyes dropping to his lips you want to taste so bad. "Okay, but kiss me please," you agree.

Nyryx accepts your terms and condition immediately, tongue slipping in the same time his dick pounds into you. You cry into his mouth, moans unconfined. You can feel how the same pussy that was crying for him ram into it also cry for him to take it out. You don't know how you can take it, the feeling of his cock was too much to bear. Maybe you can't in a way, Maybe it's why you can't help the salty tears you taste on your own lips, the way your hips try to escape his deathly grip.

It doesn't take long for him to resume his violent thrusts, his tip touching the deepest parts of you. Nyryx doesn't stop kissing you, even opting to lick your tears and consume you in anyway he can. He snarls against your lips, a clear indiction of how close he's getting. He's sloppy now, uncaring of how hard he bounces you on him to meet his thrusts. You can taste the sweat on his skin, how it drips and mangles with your kiss, if you can call it that.

Your body trembles from overstimulation. You can feel how your stickiness has completely coated your lower body parts, including his. "Nyryx come, please please I need it," you beg. You do want to feel him come inside, but you also want it to end. You don't want to spray your essence all over the place again. You can't stand the thought.

"Shit, please. Baby I need it so bad, don't stop don't stop," you let a pet name slip you. You're not even sure if he understands the term of endearment, but Nyryx seems to enjoy your dirty talk regardless. "Is that so?" He taunts. "Want my seed deep inside. You are a lucky whore, I don't give it to just anyone."

Nyryx uses you like a rag doll, your body a mere vessel for him to use as he cums. His moan in so animalistic, the bids near by take flight. His warm ropes find their way deep inside you, it fills you to the brim. You moan with him, matching his heavy breathing. Your chests rise and fall together, your bodies in harmony.

Riding out his orgasm, Nyryx gives you a few more thrusts. They're much softer this time, almost lovingly in how he caresses your body. Rather than pulling out, Nyryx let's his cock stay inside you to soften. You're more than happy to comply, feeling your walls envelope him in a wet, warm blanket for him to snuggle in.

Though you both had woken up not too long ago, you were drained. The previous night was cruel, both in sleep and wakefulness. You yawned against Nyryx chest, ignoring the voice that screamed at you to stay awake. To spend every waking moment with Nyryx before night fall came. Your body had different plans though, his seemed to as well. He moved his hand from your ass to tilt your head up, looking at your sleepy eyes.

He placed a tender kiss on your lips, pulling away before either of you could deepen it further. "Rest now prey, you have a journey ahead of you."

The remaining day is spent with Nyryx inside you the moment you woke up again. It didn't matter the position, the location, or the weather. He loved being in your mouth, he learned. The feeling of you gagging around him, your dull nails digging into his thighs when he pushed too far 'accidentally.' The best part, however, was when you cried. The silent tears mixing with your spit and his arousal in your mouth. Despite the blissful, almost eager look in your face you still wept.

Not that he cared of course, Nyryx would pull you up to him by your neck. He would kiss you harshly, moaning into your mouth from all the liquids mixed together. He didn't even have to cum from you sucking him off of fucking you, he could lick your sobs away and finish in his trousers.

Though you also loved choking around his cock, you preferred riding him. Sure it was a lot more work (and he would do most of the thrusting anyway), but it was a great way to act like you were in control. The feeling of sinking all the way down on it, being able to maneuver your body so that you could hit all the right parts, the brutal grip on your ass, it was euphoric.

Not to mention how he realized his tail could wrap around your body, giving your clit harsh or soft rubs while his hands stayed on your hips. It was a great way to not only keep balance, but multitask on pleasing you in every way possible. You both loved the view as well. How Nyryx's face would twist in pleasure, his sharp teeth being revealed behind his lips, his dark eyes eating you up in the most vile way.

Nyryx's eyes couldn't leave your body, not when you bounced on him like that. As though you were chasing your own pleasure, that it was the only way you could live despite him being the incubus. Not to mention your tits, how they bounced and pebbled at the cold air around you. It was a fortunate circumstance that Nyryx could produce inhuman heat, and keep his wings around your body so you would stay sick-free.

You didn't feel hungry, completely satisfied with the amount of cum Nyryx poured into your belly. Maybe it was because you just simply didn't have an appetite, you didn't want to waste your time with Nyryx by eating. That didn't seem important to you, not when the demonic being was on top, hips driving into you roughly. You could feel the cold snow on your back, but it was actually soothing on your hot skin.

You were gasping for air, moans spilling out of your mouth when he grabbed your hips to wrap around his waist. With your ass off the ground, it gave Nyryx a better angle to drive into you, dick practically pushing through your cervix. He was going to bruise you for sure, but Nyryx was determined to leave you full of marks. I want you to remember these, he told you. His hips slowed for a second, fingers trailing your purpling skin. Even when you will have left me, these will stay.

Nyryx knows he shouldn't, he knows he should send you back without any suspicion of where you've been. The aftermath of two worlds colliding would be far worse than the humans hunting him, far worse than anything both of your worlds have endured. Still, he can't help himself. Not when you seem more than willing to let him claim you, inside and out.

Nyryx's dipped one of his hands down to your pussy, fingers playing and rubbing on your sopping folds. You arched your back even more, clamping down on his dick. You cried out at this over stimulation, body shaking from the painful gratification he gave you. Nyryx groaned at your tightness, his torso leaning down to place hot kisses on your face. He didn't care if he got your mouth multiple times, only that he got his lips on your flesh.

It was disgusting really, the horrifying way you were crying. Like you were being murdered, like the incubus above you was taking advantage of you as he's supposed to. It didn't help that your hips instinctively tried to get away from him, jolting and pulling away from his own. You gave thanks for the snow and trees drowning out your sound, eating the way you sobbed and the way Nyryx ate you.

When Nyryx came, it was anything but devilish. He looked angelic, his loud moans in your ear, his dominating grip, the convulsing of his body. You took him all, your pussy drinking his release happily. You quivered beneath him, whispering his name like a chant. Nyryx kissed your neck sloppily, ignoring the way you cried when he clamped his teeth harshly on your sensitive skin.

You were tired, so tried that you didn't notice Nyryx laying you down down on the snow. You couldn't feel the burning cold, but you could see Nyryx rushing to grab clothes, your clothes. Wordlessly, he began dressing you. Each leg, one by one through the warm pants. Then to your arm, carefully placing them into the long sleeves before pulling it down your stomach. He reach for your shoes, struggling on the laces before he gave up.

By the time he was done, you realized why he was dressing you. The sun had began going down. The moon was beginning to shine, not to its fullest, but a reminder of the power it was grant Nyryx. A part of you felt like you wasted the day, fucking into oblivion. You should have spoken with him instead, telling him how much you'll miss him, his world, what could have been.

Yet, when Nyryc picked you up, carrying you in the way he liked most, you realized you did communicate to him, and he to you. How his body moved against yours, how you met his thrusts restlessly, the way you kissed, the feeling of not being close enough despite him being in the deepest parts of you. Maybe you didn't talk through words, but you've always been told that the sword is mightier than the pen.

In this case, the sword was very mighty.

You let him walk through the woods, going deeper than what you expected. The trees once beautiful in white became eerily close, as if they were whispering when you walked by. They became tangled within each other, not even the birds dared to rest of their branches. "Where are we going?" you didn't bother hiding the fear in your voice as you asked.

Nyryx kissed your forehead soothingly, taking notice of the quiver in your voice and the increase in your heat beat. "We should be out of sight, no where near humans. If they see what I can conjure, there will be no stopping in the hunt for me. For the others of my kind," Nyryx speaks slowly, as if he's carefully you understand that he doesn't intend on scaring you. It's for both of your safety.

You nod, releasing a breath you didn't realize you were holding. Nyryx walked for a long time, filing the silence with questions you didn't expect him to ask. He ranged from asking about your family, if you also worked at a bar back at your world, what Easter was and why boiled eggs was so important. Despite being with Nyryx for over 2 weeks, it was one of the first (and last) times he asked you about your personal life.

It was cute of him, being curious about your life. You answered him happily, occasionally complaining about your troubles that he couldn't help but laugh at. Nyryz wasn't necessarily the talkative type, opting to listen and only really talk when it was naughty. This however, made you recognize that he was nervous. He was just as anxious as you. Nyryx didn't want you to leave, didn't want to say goodbye and never see him again.

Despite being satanically bred, he had obvious human emotions.

The stars were bright in the sky, and you recalled the night in the bathtub, how bright they shone there too. When Nyryx found a spot he deemed worthy, he set you down gently. You sat on a near by rock, dusting off the snow. Just a few feet in front of you, stood two trees. Their roots wrapped around each other as did their branches. The only opening was between their trunks, like a passage way. You knew that on the other side was more snow and more trees, you could see it under the starry sky.

Still, you felt the chill on your spine, the tremble of your legs. It was ghostly, almost, the way the trees ominously intertwined with each other. You looked away, rubbing your neck to feel some type of warmth and settle your uneasiness.

"Is this the portal?" You asked as you kept your eyes down at the snow. Nyryx was clearing the fallen sticks and branches from the ground, seemingly unaffected by the sinister atmosphere. "Yes, it's quite the eye catcher, no?" He smiled. Nyryx could taste your fear, and it was tempting to play into, but he held back. He wouldn't want you leaving pissed off at him.

Instead, Nyryx busied himself with work. He stomped on the uneven snow, attempting to make a steady runway for you to walk on. He gathered his found sticks into 3 piles, small enough to fit into his large hands. You picked your head up, curious at what he was doing. Nyryx paid no attention to your stare, instead taking deep breaths to hone into his energy.

He stood at a distance from his piles, his long fingers creating a shape you couldn't quite see from your place. The silence was deafening, you could practically hear the blood rushing in you veins. "You said there is no magic in your world?" Nyryx voice makes you jump. "Y-Yeah," you compose yourself quickly. "Not real magic at least."

Nyryx looks in your direction, and you shiver. Every fiber in your body is screaming run despite you knowing he is the only person you're safe with. His eyes are full blown black, new red orbs staring into your eyes. His horns are protruding at a length you've never seen before, curving inward at the tip. His wings, even have seemed to grow larger, his wingspan stretching out from him. He gives you a wicked smile, fangs reaching down to his chin, "Then, I suppose it's up to me to show you real magic, prey."

With a loud inhale from his chest, Nyryx turns his head to focus on the sticks. He whispers softly, so lowly you thought it was the wind tickling your ear. Nyryx exhales, strings of fire coming from his mouth that whirlpools into the piles, bringing them to flame. You don't dare to make a noise, not even to gasp when he steps close to the fire. He breaks the formation in his hands to slit his palm with his talons, blood oozing from the wound.

He drips his blood onto the fire, and they seem to grow bigger. Each fire gets so big, that they reach beyond Nyryx's height. They wrap around each other similar to the trees that's your portal, thinning out as they grow taller before bending downwards. The flames start to form a circle around you, Nyryx, and the trees. Your hair whips in your face from the force, the heat so strong, your chest begins hurting from breathing.

"Bleed," Nyryx commands, his voice almost unrecognizable. It takes a second to register that he's talking to you. With a shaky breath you stand, walking to the wall of fire behind you. Your eyes scan for something to prick yourself with, trying to stab your fingernails into your palm to no avail. You don't notice Nyryx's silent steps toward you, you don't notice him until he grabs your wrist. You gasp when he turns you around, taking your wrist into his mouth until he bites down, hard.

You scream when his teeth dig into your flesh, blood pooling from his lips onto the snow. Tears welt up into your eyes, arm aggressively pulling away from his as you slap his chest with the other. Nyryx releases you, but you don't miss the way he cruelly smiles with your blood on his teeth.

He spits into the fire, and it roars in response. You hold your injured arms into your chest, tears spilling while you violently sob. You're scared, you're cold and hot at the same time, your wrist is burning from pain. You're experiencing fear, fear at it's rawest form once again. Nyryx hates himself for taking pleasure in it, your pitiful form practically begging him to soothe you. He can't though, not yet.

The moon brightly shines above you, and it's really the only thing you can find comfort in. Not matter the world, the moon and sun rise and set just the same. The fire travels in circles until it finds its way between the portal of trees, red sticking onto the trunks. You think for a moment that it'll catch ablaze, but instead the fire start turning into a solid. The flames continue to pour into the center of the opening, turning it a blue color.

Nyryx is still besides you, eyes rolled back to his head as he chants softly. Blood starts dripping down his nose, his ears, and you swear you could see it starts seeping through his eyes. With your good hand, you wrap your fingers around his. He grasps your hand desperately, squeezing comfortingly before the final bits of fire create the portal. Now you see why he needed so much energy, animal blood wasn't going to cut it.

It feels like an eternity before silence falls in the woods once again. The roaring fire stops abruptly, leaving you gasping and choking your weeps. Nyryx stumbles backwards, finding balance in your enveloped hands. "Nyryx! Sit down," you voice is laced with concern. He listens though, plopping down on the rock you were sitting on. He still look deadly, even more so with blood all over his face. Though, his horns had shrunk in size, his eyes no longer blood red, but still pitch black.

Nyryx doesn't let go of your hand, holding it close to his face as he leans forward. While you tell him words of comfort and ease at his level, he gathers snow. He tenderly takes your wounded wrist and places the snow on it. You hiss at the pain, but quickly find solace in the numbness. Nyryx kisses you passionately, ignoring your groans of protest from tasing your own blood.

When he pulls away, he rests his forehead on your forehead, breathing heavily. Before you can start talking again, he places another kiss on your lips.

"Would you believe me if I said that was my first time opening a portal?"

You both stood before the portal, it was hazy and blue, giving the impression of the beach you were at. You almost cried when you heard the waves crashing, hand tightening around Nyryx's. It was here, it was real. Home is on the other side, your family is on the other side. You could taste the salt on your tongue already, feel the wind in your face. Nyryx could smell it too, his nose flaring at the sour aroma of the beach.

"Holy shit," you breathed. "I can't believe it's really here." The temperature had drop significantly in the night, your breath fogging as you spoke. You couldn't even tell though, too entranced at the sight. Nyryx nodded, "It is."

You turned to face him, and he to you. Your eyes locked, and before you could get any words out, your cried. Babbling incoherent words while he laughed, bringing you in for a hug. It was awkward as first, his stiff body against your weeping one, but Nyryx quickly found solace against your body as he molded into it.

You didn't want to pull away, but Nyryx did. He held his arms on your shoulders, "You cry so easily. I think that will be what I miss most." You laughed and sobbed at the same time, throat scratching at the mix. You took shuddering breaths, your hands clapping over his, "Will you really be okay? You don't need anything?"

Nyryx hummed thoughtfully at your question, "I would rather you somehow keep you...essence here, but I suppose I'll have to go back to eating pig's blood." You rolled your eyes at him, no longer feeling sorry for the demon. When you released him from your grip to turn to the portal, he called your name.

"Yeah?"

Nyryx held is hand out, a large, black feather in it. His own feather, you don't have to ask to know. You carefully picked it up, holding it up in the moonlight to inspect it. You smiled thoughtfully, holding it tightly in your fingers, "What's this for?" Nyryx thought for a moment, as if he was careful on what he was going to say next. "So you don't forget me," he concluded.

You wiped your tears and cocked your head to the side, "What do you mean? How could I forget you? Or anything that's happened?" You started to laugh, but seeing his serious, solemn expression made you stop. You eyes him cautiously, breath stuttering in your chest. "Nyryx," you started, "I'm not gonna forget anything, right?"

"You should hurry," he ignores your question, "The moon will lose its power. The portal won't hold forever." Nyryx pushes you closer to the portal. You wriggle out of his grasp, whirling to him. "Am I really going to forget everything? This world? The bar? Meredith? You?" Your voice was breaking again, but you tried to not let any tears fall.

Nyryx tensed, and for the first time, he was noticeable scared. "Truthfully, prey...do not have high hopes that you will remember. Not many do, it's what happens when you cross the border between worlds. It's what maintains the balance between us and other worlds." Nyryx wipes the tears that betray your wishes and fall, keeping his hand at your face. His thumb rubs soothingly on your cheek.

"So," you hiccup, "You'll forget me?" Nyryx shakes his head, his lip jutting out into a pout. "No," he confirms. "If I were a human, maybe. But I am already a supernatural being, this will not affect my memory." You nod against his head, trying to find some comfort in his words, at least one of you will remember.

For the last time in your life, in either of your lives, you kiss him. It's gentle, careful. You kiss like he'll break, like he's the purest thing on Earth. He kisses you the same, shivering as he wraps his arms around your torso. You pull away slowly, not missing how his lips chase yours just for a second.

"Thank you," you whisper, not ready to see goodbye. Nyryx gives you a sad smile, his eyes darkening for a second like he's going to cry. "Of course prey. Should we be born again, I hope to spend that life with you. Without being hunted." You laugh at his joke, tears halting from spilling. "Reincarnation? You really believe in that?" You ask.

"Well," Nyryx contemplates, "If it is possible to travel between worlds, I suppose reincarnation is not inconceivable." You tilt your head side to side, also thinking about the thought of being reborn. "Yeah I guess you're right. I also, would spend that life with you, if it exists."

He smiles as you, releasing you from his grip. It takes a second to adjust to the cold again. You ignore how lonely you feel, you step closer to the portal. To the gentle breeze that calls you, begs you to come home.

You take a last look at Nyryx, "So, see you later alligator?"

He looks puzzled at your words, but nods nonetheless, "Yes, but I am not an alligator."

You stumble out of the cave disorientated. Your dress stickily clings to you, it's so humid. Your heels find balance on rocks, the sand. It doesn't help that the sun is beating do harshly on you. When did it get so hot?

You can hear your name being yelled in the distance, coming closer. You look up to see your younger sibling running to you, dressed in nice attire like yourself. They have an annoyed look in their face, obviously not as disorientated like you.

"There you are!" They yell, panting. "Mom and dad have been waiting forever! We still have to take pictures come o- what's in your hand?" You quirk an eyebrow, eyes following where your sibling is looking until you see your hand. Between your fingers is a black, gigantic, feather. It swallows light, as if it doesn't want to be seen.

"I dunno," you shrug, eyes still on the feather. When your sibling reaches for it, you pull away, almost protectively. "Hey!" they complain. "I want to see it!" You raise the feather well above your head, a place they can't reach at all. "It's mine, go away," you brush them off.

Your sibling continues to complain, but gives up soon. "Whatever! Hurry up!" They run to your parents without another word. You roll your eyes at them, but you can't shake how you reacted to the feather. You didn't care much about feathers, you didn't even like touching them. So why this one?

You shove the feather into a pocket, deciding not to wonder about your feelings. You made your way to your family, their hands waving you down and shouting for you to hurry up. Surprisingly, you find yourself walking faster, almost fully running to them. Your chest aches, your throat bubbles like you're going to cry. You don't know why, but you're actually happy to take pictures with them.

Despite the overwhelming happiness you feel, a shadow of longing also fills you. You reach in your pocket you squeeze the feather, oddly comforted by it. A weird part of you thinks this mere feather is a gift. From what? You have no idea. Mother Nature perhaps.

You decide that you should keep it. Maybe it's a good luck charm.

a/n: holy shit and thats it. did I check for typos? no! if you see them, no you didn't. thank you for being with my on this journey! I'm pretty rusty from writing, and I feel like I could do a lot better in the future with dialogue and shit, but still, thank you everyone!!!!! I'm thinking about writing like a second part where reader and Nyryx meet in a different life, but I'm debating on different scenarios, I might put out a poll???? anywho yeah, that's that and im totally gonna work on my dead dove I need more gore >:(

taglist: @whatamidoing89, @panda-wolf, @fatgumsbby

update: second part is here

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FINAL CHAPTER POLE

so, as we’re nearing the end of TDITD - i need to ask y’all something

for the final chapter that i will not release the date for it or the title or anything - what format do we want it to be??

like reading paragraphs, a social media au posts, or a bit of both. i have a huge plan and the chapter might be too long if it’s all reading

but i wanna hear from you all of how you want to go about it :)

the only hit i will give is that it takes place over multiple years in a row 🙃

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FINAL DAIYA CHAPTER AND IT'S MISAWA PANELS

Eijun saying that his pitch is like a farewell gift to Miyuki, and he answers that he's waiting for him

#screaming and crying #daiya no ace #misawa #miyusawa #last chapter #can someone hold me I can't take these two #I will miss them so much #thanks Terajima

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Daily excerpt from chapter 44 of The Nascent DIplomat:

He stepped forwards as Augus and Gwyn walked over, and there was an expression on his face Gwyn hadn’t seen before. The way the Raven Prince stared at him, like his eyes were hungry, but also…fond? Gwyn opened his mouth to speak and then closed it. He’d felt every day for the last week that his life was going to be the same once he returned to it, but it was already different. The Raven Prince walking over to him with this expression on it was new. It was so new. Gwyn knew the Raven Prince as someone stingy with his praise, cold instead of warm. Tears came to Gwyn’s eyes, and he had to look away, and the Raven Prince reached out and stopped just shy of touching his arm. ‘I want to go home,’ Gwyn said. His voice was cracked and rough.

#daily excerpt #the nascent diplomat #gwyn ap nudd #the raven prince #original writing #fantasy #mm romance #queer romance #hurt/comfort #whump with a happy ending #fae tales au #fae tales #LAST CHAPTER #saklfjsdaflksda last chapter until the next installment i can't deal dsaklfjdsa

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Dirty Dealings (21/21)

Word Count: 2,941 Words

Rating = Mature (Violence)

Chapter 21: The Beginning

This would be terribly dramatic.

It was early morning…still dark. He was nearly ready and if done right; he might just time it perfectly.

Still bleeding; Alastor set aside the unholy dagger and reached for a chunk of the brimstone. He sighed; not really wanting to have to put her through this but knowing he was being left with no other choice. The reaping had its requirements after all…

Starting the incantation, he stepped into the roughly made pentagram he clawed and smeared into the smoking ground. Wildfire had engulfed the swamp and was actively consuming everything that surrounded the spot where their deal had been made. He easily kept the flames at bay but they licked hungrily against the outer circle that was his smearing of blood across the ash and the dirt.

This would be terribly dramatic.

Finishing the incantation; the bloody brimstone burst into a brilliant green flame in his hand. Forcefully; he threw it at his feet; blood spraying from the cut in his palm and catching green fire as it sparked and ignited the blood-smeared points and ring that was the symbol. He inhaled deeply; breathing in the fumes of sulfur and wood smoke into his lungs as if it were a breath of fresh air to calm the nerves.

And then, he summoned Adeline.

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Tendrils of shadow – moving and twisting through the dark; just as they had before. Adeline had dreamt this dream many nights. Cold touching her; freezing her veins as she is pulled and drug to some dreaded nothing.

Sometimes Alastor stopped it and sometimes he didn’t.

A tentacle of shadows reaches out and touches her; it slithers and wraps itself around her – finding her throat. She feels it tightening; constricting. She chokes and struggles; her hand finding its hold but then everything changes and it’s Alastor who is choking her; claws digging into the skin of her throat and crushing her windpipe. His antlers are flared out long and wide above them and his eyes are glowing a brilliant green. Adeline struggles and his hold on her only tightens. His green eyes narrow into piercing slits that slice through the dark and -

She gasped awake.

A searing heat was radiating around her neck; scorching her skin.

“Adeline…”

She not only heard him; but felt him calling for her.

Being pulled forward; she landed face forward into burning ash and dirt; choking and coughing on the burning air and embers that filled her lungs. Shakily lifting herself up; she saw a long glowing green chain; falling from around her neck and trailing to where Alastor stood; gripping the end. She felt the shackle; heavy and burning on her neck. Green flames burned in a purposeful pattern around her; touching her but not harming her. Beyond the borders of this pattern; a wild swamp fire burned and raged; filling the dark sky with a deadly smoke.

Alastor shifted the chain; claws sliding through the links.

Adeline gasped audibly; her heart wildly palpating in her chest – feeling every hair on her body rising as if they were going up in hackles with the goosebumps that spread across her skin. He was clutching at her soul; touching her in such an invasive way – her whole existence recoiled against it.

“No more games, Adeline.” Alastor murmured. “Tonight, our deal is done.” A deep thunder rolled overhead.

She couldn’t see his face through the smoke and the fire but she could hear his voice. She shook violently; feeling him as he slid the chain through his hands.

“Did you really think that I would watch you throw this away?” He hissed; gripping the chain and she shuddered. “That I would allow it?”

His eyes flared a brilliant green; cutting through the dark and the smoke. Antlers rose thick and heavy; a jutting and twisted crown traveling high above his head. Adeline quailed at the possessive hold he had one her; fingers digging into the scorched and burning ground.

“Please…Luc…” She trembled terribly; tears streaming down her face. “You can’t-.”

“But, I can.” He was snarling and he pulled the chain to her shackle so that it was made taught; her neck stretching painfully with it. A crack of lightning split the sky; rain pouring down in heavy sheets and sending the brilliant red and orange flames of wildfire into hissing and swiftly dying out – never touching the flames of green.

How? How could he just…take her soul?

Panicked; she reached for the collar to her shackle – crying out when he dug his claws into the links and pulled it even tighter.

“Adeline Lorraine LaRue…” Alastor spat out the name and she felt something crumple within her in a crippling way.

“I release you.”

He said it softly. Through her tears; the rain, the ash and the smoke she saw the glowing green of his eyes briefly soften.

What?

Taking the dagger; he quickly swiped the blade across the palm; the previous cut already made closed by the presence of burning hellfire. Bright green burst and flared as the blade dragged through his skin; coating its sharpened edge in burning blood. He brought it down; and it tore cleanly through the links to Adeline’s chain – breaking their connection.

“Our deal is made void, Adeline.” He told her; her chain and shackle quickly dissolving before her eyes. “I no longer wish to possess your soul nor do I mean to claim it.”

Slowly; the glowing green of his eyes died; his antlers curling back into themselves and shrinking back. The green hellfire burning around them slowly ebbed and faded away; the rain coming down turned into an absolute torrent; clumps of ash and bits of licking swamp fire hissing loudly – heat perishing in the drenching shower.

“You may go.” He told her, his voice low. “I am leaving and you will never see me again.” He said, turning away. “Go home. Live your life. I have no more use for you.”

Shaking and cold; she slipped and slid – struggling to her feet. Her teeth chattering.

“You can’t do this.” She said it weakly, watching as he walked away from her. “I didn’t ask for this, I – I didn’t agree to it!” She yelled now.

He kept walking; saying nothing.

“You bastard!!! You don’t just to get to do this!” She was thinking of Henry: how she could do nothing for him now…

Alastor threw up a portal; about to step through it.

“Luc…please…” She called out; meekly.

He stopped. Turning his head; without looking at her he said: “My name isn’t ‘Luc’, Adeline… It’s Alastor.”

“Alastor?” She breathed.

He looked at her then, his fur and antlers soaked and dripping with rain; ears drawn and to the side – a small, sad smile on his face; before he stepped through the swirling of green and was gone.

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“Alastor!?” Rosie stepped into the studio; finding him there braced against the barrier to the pentagram enclosing his shadow. “What is going on!?” She asked him worriedly.

She had heard the screeching of the creature and hurriedly came to see what had agitated it so.

The dark form moved rapidly back and forth along the walls of the pentagram; trying to find a way to get closer to Alastor. Frantically; it bit and tore at the barrier – screeching and whining in a keening cry. Alastor had his back to Rosie, leant into the barrier, and she could see that his suit and jacket were completely soaked through and that he was shaking.

“Alastor…” She said quietly, carefully approaching him. “What has happened?”

Alastor spread his hands along the barrier; pushing himself off so that he could turn his head and speak clearly to her.

“I-I let her go…” He said it so softly, Rosie didn’t catch it right away.

“The girl? The soul you…?” Rosie paused beside him; not sure whether she should touch him quite yet.

“Yes.” He swallowed. “I released her from my…service.” He laughed lightly but Rosie could hear the manic tone it held.

His shadow continued its agitated movements; trying desperately to press itself closer.

“Alastor, sweetheart.” Rosie braved to touch his shoulder. “It’s going to take some time...”

Taking a deep breath; he turned so that his back was now pressed to the barrier – standing straighter but not quite looking at Rosie.

“She, uh…She really did a number on me.” His ears were moving erratically; his smile twitching at the corners. “I imagine breaking a connection like that…does that.”

“No, hun.” Rosie told him; and he looked at her now. She touched his face – seeing the pain that was there. “But, a broken heart will.”

His eyes widened and his ears dropped and Rosie knew hearing it had shattered him. Without thinking and without hesitating, she pulled him close and held him as he fought the racking sob that forced its way painfully out from deep within his chest.

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June 25th, 2020

New Orleans, Louisiana

Adeline fidgeted nervously in the cab all the way to the restaurant; absently shifting the folded parchment of paper back and forth between her hands.

After days and days of crying and fighting to come to terms with everything that had happened; she found it – a note on her bedroom dresser that read:

Our 70th Anniversary;

June 25th, 2020

7 p.m.

You know where…

She wanted to cry and scream and rip it apart – all of it - when she found it; knowing it certainly hadn’t been there hours before. However, the thought never crossed her mind to toss it aside and just ignore it.

Getting out of the cab, Adeline nervously smoothed her dress. She had chosen to wear the red one; the same dress she had worn the first night he had brought her here before they spent many an anniversary at the establishment; enjoying the fine dining and dancing together to their hearts content.

Adeline sniffed as she approached the restaurant; trying to ignore her persistent headache and thought briefly about having to adjust to being a regular mortal. Of course, the first thing to happen to her was catching covid in the very first few days to her brand-new life. She hadn’t had to worry about illnesses like that before so of course she caught this one straight out of the gate. Next; she had to remind herself that she was rememberable now…something that brought immense relief and excitement to her while also proving to be rather problematic when she forgot she couldn’t just take or do things now and walk away with no consequence. She had seventy years’ worth of bad habits to break…

She paused at the entrance to the restaurant, swallowing hard. She wasn’t sure how to think of him…after everything that had happened – where this might leave them. He had taken pangs to ensure she had had a comfortable head-start to things…she found out early that the loft apartment had been completely entitled to her - no payments necessary; she discovered a good amount of money left for her to utilize as she needed and he had somehow obtained all manner of documents; social security, birth certificate, driver’s license - everything she would ever need in order to survive this strange and new existence. Everything had been so carefully prepared for her; it left her wondering how long he had actually planned for this to be the result of the deal that they made…

Taking a deep breath; she entered the restaurant. She was warmly greeted by the Maître D. Giving him her name; he quickly nodded and led her to the table that her and Alastor normally occupied for their dinners there together.

But when she approached the table, it wasn’t Alastor that was seated there across from an empty chair.

It was Henry.

He smiled at her nervously as the Maître D politely helped her with her seat. The waiter was already there to take their drinks. After that was done and before Adeline could say anything; Henry handed her a sealed envelope.

“He told me that if I didn’t give this to you; he’d make sure that I died alone in a dark gutter somewhere.” Henry said; handing it to her and flinching inwardly.

Yep, sounds like him.

Adeline took the envelope and tore it open. Opening the parchment of paper left for her she read:

Dearest Adeline,

Life can feel very long sometimes, but in the end, it goes by so fast…You better live a good life; Adeline LaRue. Teach Henry that it’s worth doing. I leave his soul safely within your capable hands.

With love,

Alastor

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One year later…

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June 25th 2021

New Orleans, Louisiana

Alastor’s shadow pulled him to just beside the gravesite within the old cemetery, materializing him smoothly from the darkness. It was nearly midnight; but Alastor just only had this one last visit to see to. After this; he would leave earth and he knew not when or if he would ever be coming back.

His shadow detached itself from him; flitting across the ground, touching headstones, the fencing, and finally shifting itself to meld into the blackest shadows of the old oak tree. Alastor marveled at how useful and powerful it had become by its own right; while still having remained entirely devoted to him and any of his commands. Had he known this to be the result; he may have approached Rosie for an exorcism sooner – or at least considered it.

Alastor had spent the entirety of this last year bonding with and utilizing the presence of his shadow by taking it with him to collect on all the souls he had remaining from closed contracts. The work had taken a great deal of time to complete and whatever free time he had, he had spent it by considering and re-considering the deal offered to him by his new client. Finding it entirely too tempting to decline; he accepted the terms – though, they did come with some considerable restraints…he felt that the reward would surely be well worth the price he’d pay.

Stopping just beside the grave, Alastor sighed.

Sitting just atop of the headstone was a bundle of sunflowers.

“Manman mwen renmen anpil*…” Alastor said softly, speaking to his deceased mother. “Watch over our dear Adeline, and…put in a good word for her…for me. Hell won’t touch her; if I can help it...”

He remembered a conversation he had had with Rosie a year ago; just days following his return to her and his shadow…

"I did not love her, certainly." His gut twisted at the thought; his body and mind acting very differently to something so intimate now that he was wholly himself.

Rosie laughed. "Of course you loved her, Alastor. You let her go! You never would have if you didn't!" He made a disgusted face at that.

"Surely even you can appreciate that love doesn't have to come in devotedly romantic forms." She expressed. "It can creep and bury itself into the heart in many different ways; yes, even cold and dead ones such as our own."

He had chosen to act resentful to the idea; but still felt the pain of a deep and resonating ache in his chest...

He stood quietly beside the grave for some time…remembering.

His shadow slipped from the tree, pausing at the headstone and whining softly as it looked to the flowers. Alastor tilted his head and saw what it meant for him to find…reaching down; he plucked the black rose corsage from the bundle of sunflowers; finding a small note tied to the hellish favor.

It read:

With love,

Your dearest Adeline

He pulled the corsage to his face; pressing a black petal to his lips before carefully stowing it away into the pocket of his suit jacket; keeping it safely with him as he left with his shadow…returning to Hell.

*my dearest mother (Creole)

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The Epilogue

Some years later…

Adeline made the walk to the old cemetery that day; the same walk she did every year now on this day – June 25th. Sometimes; if she was feeling particularly sentimental or nostalgic; she’d pay an extra visit. It was a beautiful summer day and the sunflowers she brought with her were especially fragrant and bright. All in all; her heart felt light and she felt both happy and confident about her future.

Placing the flowers at the top of the headstone; she carefully knelt herself down, resting.

She remembered coming back here…that first year she started to bring the sunflowers here herself…she came back the very next day – just to see; finding the black rose corsage and note were gone. She knew Alastor had found it and had taken it with him. Since then though, she was certain he hadn’t returned – hadn’t come back to visit the grave of his mother. She couldn’t explain it…she just knew – maybe suspected - he no longer did or could…

“I sure hope he’s not getting himself into too much trouble, whatever he’s up to.” She said aloud; not sure if it really did any good – not knowing if anyone was truly listening - but it somehow made her feel better to try. “You know…he’s not nearly as bad as he likes to make himself believe he is.” She mused. “I…” She swallowed. “I really miss him.”

She sat there for awhile; enjoying the sun and the warmth on her skin….just remembering.

After some time; her back began to ache and with some effort she lifted herself back up onto her feet. Groaning; she stretched and placing a hand on her very swollen belly, she turned to leave - carrying a baby – a boy, that she would soon name: Alastor Lucian LaRue.

[THE END]

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Igniting the Fire

Chapter 5/5

Pairing: f!Shepard/Kaidan Alenko

Rating: T

Chapter Length: 3.5K

Summary:

After defeating Saren, Shepard and Kaidan are left with a big decision about the trajectory of their relationship. With the regs looming over their heads, it’s time to consider what they want. What better way to figure that out than some shore leave?

Read the full chapter on AO3

Sample:

Empty plates covered in the vestiges of pasta sauce littered the coffee table. Utensils were neatly tucked on top. Wine glasses with the last few sips left accompanied them. It was some fancy wine that Ahern had left here to mature. Admittedly, Jane didn’t know much about wine at all in order to understand what made one good or aged well, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. Kaidan had remarked that it was a good vintage. Something she’d have to take his word for since, apparently, his family dabbled in wine. An interesting tidbit she never knew before now.

Jane watched Kaidan as he picked up his wineglass from the table before relaxing more comfortably back against the couch cushions. He let out a sigh as he looked out the window. They’d shared most of their dinners like this, hoping to see what a real sunset would be like here. The kind with vibrant colours as the sun sank below the horizon. Every single night before now hadn’t led to anything other than the sun dipping away into a dark night, but today was different. Today, they finally got their long-awaited answer as to what a sunset on Intai’sei looked like. She looked out at it with amusement, glad they finally got to see it.

“Blue, huh? It’s nice.” Kaidan said as he admired it, taking a sip from his glass.

She looked back out at it, too. “Maybe we should have guessed. Doesn’t Mars have blue sunsets?”

“And when was the last time you’ve been to Mars?” he asked with a laugh.

“Hey, now. I never said I’ve been there, but I’ve seen holos from the archives. I’ve always thought it looked nice.”

He nodded along. “Yeah, I’ve seen them, too. I guess Intai’se’s really not all that different. Maybe we really should have figured.”

#f!shepard #kaidan alenko #f!shenko #mass effect fanfiction #fanfiction #fshenko #intai'sei #vacation #fluff #romance #defining the relationship #my writing #last chapter #a genuine counterfeit

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#tian guan ci fu #tgcf #fengqing #mu qing #feng xin #mxtx #last chapter #ending #i love them sm

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The Guardian, Chapter 5

In which we find out how Mildrithe ended up in Haldir’s care and some momentous decisions are made about her future. This is the last formal chapter, though there is an epilogue still to come. Prior chapters are here: one, two, three and four.

For the final time, here’s what I’ve deemed the official art of this little story, drawn by the very generous @brigwife

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It was late into the night by the time Mildrithe had finished relating her tale and later still before she had calmed enough to attempt any rest. Idhrien helped her to wash her face with a cool cloth to soothe her red, puffy eyes, and Haldir sat with her at their bedside, keeping a quiet watch until she finally gave in to exhaustion and drifted to sleep.

When he emerged from the bedroom at last, Idhrien was waiting for him, and she took note of his bowed head and slumped shoulders as he closed the door behind himself.

“It’s difficult to hear so much talk of violence and death from one so young,” she said, looping her arms around his waist and resting her chin on his shoulder. “But take comfort in knowing that you brought her to safety. Whatever happened in her past, her future doesn’t have to look like that anymore.”

“I fear it will be a long time before she can put that past behind her. If ever. Any one piece of her story would be hard enough on its own, but when you put them together…” The sentence drifted to an end, and he looked down at the floor. He had seen his share of brutality and tragedy over the ages – far more than any mortal would ever see during their brief time in Middle Earth – but he had a peaceful childhood first. His parents had shielded him from the worst of the world, kept him from learning the hardest truths until he was old enough to better understand them. To have had those truths thrust upon him at such a tender age as Mildrithe’s was unimaginable to him. He wasn’t certain he would have recovered.

“Children are resilient, Haldir. She has a will to live, or she wouldn’t have made it this far. She can still thrive. And if she hasn’t given up, neither should you.”

She tightened her arms around him, and the combination of her words and her grip put strength back into his spine. He straightened his shoulders and dropped a kiss onto the top of her head. “You’re right. Fate has dealt her some heavy blows, but it also put her in our path. And maybe we can help to fix it all now.”

They sat together at a small table and went back over every part of Mildrithe’s story, trying to isolate the details that might lead them to an idea of where she belonged and how to return her there. It was a confusing chain of events, pieced together from the incomplete knowledge of one far too young to comprehend the entirety of her own situation. He already knew the end of the tale – that when the company she was traveling with had been set upon by orcs, she fled to the nearby forest during the chaos – but the beginnings were much harder to decipher. Mildrithe gave them the name of her village, but she had no sense of where it sat within the borders of Rohan. She described an unexpected attack in the night but had no real idea who the attackers were or what motives they had. And when those attackers, mocking and contemptuous, had carried her off as the sole survivor of the village, she knew the misery and terror of that long journey but not its intended destination or purpose.

Her story had come out in irregular bursts, moving quickly and more assuredly over the parts that involved only herself, but lingering painfully on the descriptions of those who were now gone – friends, neighbors, her parents, an aged grandfather, and a beloved older sister, whose last act had been to shove Mildrithe into the small closet where she had weathered the worst of the fighting that night. All those loving presences in her life, cut down in a few short minutes, existed now only in her memories, which were themselves tenuous and fragmented.

“We have the name of the village. Surely we could find it and deliver her there,” said Idhrien. “We have maps, and the people of Rohan could steer us as needed.”

“But by her telling, the village no longer stands. It was burned to the ground when she last saw it, and who would have been left to rebuild? If she seemed certain of one thing, it was that she was the only one to make it out of there alive.” He rubbed a hand across his face and frowned. “What about the uncle she mentioned? The one who journeyed a long distance to visit them at Yule last year? If he lived elsewhere, then he likely survives, and we may be able to find him.”

Idhrien shook her head. “Haleth is a very common name in Rohan. With only that to go by and no idea of where to look, I fear it would be searching for a single leaf in the forest.”

They sat for a few minutes in quiet thought, both hoping for some inspiration to guide their fruitless efforts. When none came, he stood to pace and stopped only when the first hint of morning sun appeared in the window, throwing a warm square of light into his path back and forth across the floor. He sighed.

“I told Lord Celeborn last night that I would be back early to discuss the situation with him more fully. Perhaps I should go now before she wakes up again. Can you stay with her until I’m back?”

“Of course.” She gave him an encouraging smile. “I’m sure he’ll know what to do. He always does. If she wants to return to Rohan, he’ll find the right place for her to go.”

Haldir nodded and slipped out the door, and he was halfway down the stairs before his wife’s final sentence echoed back on him with enough force to stop him in his tracks. If she wants to return. All of his plans until this very moment had pointed in the same direction – to find a way to safely reunite Mildrithe with her people. But if those closest to her were all gone, if her only memories in Rohan were tainted now by heartbreak and fear…would she even want to go? It was the simplest of questions and, yet, one he hadn’t even considered. And as he pondered it now, it led him directly to an even more unexpected thought, one that dominated his mind as he walked back to the center of the city: maybe she could stay.

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Celeborn was ready to receive him despite the early hour, and he listened carefully to Haldir’s recitation of all that he had learned from Mildrithe during the night.

“So there is no way to find a living member of her family to take charge of her in Rohan?”

“That seems to be the case,” said Haldir. “Unless you can see a clue that I’ve missed.”

“It’s a shame.” Celeborn shook his head slightly. “But if no family of her own can be found, then the Rohirrim will find a new family for her. It will be a more complicated matter to make the appropriate inquiries, but I’m sure it can be managed. Will you and Idhrien continue to care for her until we’ve made the right arrangements?”

“Yes, Lord Celeborn. If she has to return, we can—”

“If?” Celeborn cut in and fixed him with a long stare. “I was not aware there was any question on that point, Captain.”

The intensity of his gaze sent a flush creeping across Haldir’s cheeks and neck. He hadn’t intended to provoke a debate, but Idhrien’s words were still fresh in his mind and the ‘if’ came out before he had even realized it. “I only meant that she may not be eager to go back, given all that happened there.”

“So you propose that we keep this child in Lórien instead?”

“I’m not proposing anything.” The conversation felt like it was slipping out of Haldir’s control, the words getting ahead of his own thoughts. “I merely suggest that if it made her happy to stay here, such a thing could be possible.”

“Anything is possible. That doesn’t make it advisable. She’s a child of the plains, a mortal with no connection to our people or our way of life. She doesn’t belong in our forest, where she will be without peers. Without anyone who can truly understand her or know her feelings and experiences by instinct rather than only by careful study. She will be better served by being sent back.”

Everything he heard sounded both sensible and wise to Haldir, and yet something deep within him continued to resist. And to his amazement, he found himself arguing with the most powerful man in Lórien. “But Lord Celeborn, she would not be the first child of Men to live among the elves. It’s been done before with success.”

“And it has also led to ruin and destruction.” Celeborn sighed and softened his tone. “I do not mean to compare this little Rohirrim to the likes of Túrin Turambar. There is no shadow in her spirit, I could see that well enough myself last night. But the Men who have lived successfully with elves did so because they had a connection to us already. Estel did not just wander into Imladris to live with a stranger. His coming was part of a longstanding tradition, and he was already known to Elrond. This Rohirrim has no one here.”

“She has me.” His words surprised even himself as they came from his mouth, so quick and so certain. But once they were spoken, he knew they were true feelings of his heart. He raised his chin and met Celeborn’s eye.

“So that’s what this is about? Your wish isn’t just to see her stay in Lórien, but to see her stay with you.” He pursed his lips and thought for a moment. “If she wants to return to Rohan, you will take her, Captain. If she wants to stay, I won’t presume to tell you or Idhrien what to do with your own household. But I urge you to think this through. What seems like a good idea now may be something you all grow to regret in the future. Decide carefully.”

He rose to leave, and Haldir bowed his head before turning to walk back home again.

He couldn’t really account for his own words and behavior that morning. The depth of his attachment to Mildrithe continued to surprise him. As someone who always knew his own mind, it was disorienting to discover his feelings only as they came from his lips. And even while he was still reeling from those discoveries, the invocation of Idhrien sent a fresh wave of uncertainty over him. He had discussed none of this with her in advance and had no real idea how she would feel about his burgeoning hope to keep Mildrithe in his life. Their partnership was sacred to him, and he would do nothing that lacked Idhrien’s full support. But he felt a nervous flutter in his chest at just the idea of raising the question, and he hurried his steps to get back to her as quickly as possible.

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When he returned home, Idhrien was no longer at the little table in the front room. He could hear the quiet murmur of voices from further back and followed them to the doorway of his bedroom.

Mildrithe was awake again and wearing one of Idhrien’s tunics as a dress. They were curled up together, and Idhrien had one of his sketchbooks in her hand, the one he used to create little forest scenes during his off hours on patrol. She was turning the pages for Mildrithe slowly and talking about the scenes as she went, spinning an impromptu tale that he couldn’t understand but that seemed to hold Mildrithe’s rapt attention.

He kept quiet and stood just outside the room, watching the two of them cuddled together and looking so comfortable. So natural. So right. A powerful feeling welled up in his chest, a rush of happiness and contentment mixed with melancholy and longing, and a thought crystalized in his mind with absolute clarity. This is something that I want.

Idhrien broke off mid-sentence to look up in his direction, and he realized that she had heard his thought in her own mind. She gazed at him for a moment, an unreadable expression on her face, before Mildrithe, too, looked up and saw him there. She rushed out a bunch of enthusiastic sentences, pointing frequently to the sketchbook, and he waited patiently until she was finished and Idhrien could translate for him.

“She likes your pictures of the fox and the fawn, and we’ve decided that they met and became friends in the forest. She wants you to teach her to draw so that she can make a whole book about their adventures together.”

He smiled. “I would be happy to teach the fawn how to draw.”

Idhrien set the sketchbook aside and said a few words to Mildrithe, and they rose from bed to have breakfast now that Haldir had returned. Idhrien nearly emptied their pantry, piling options onto the table for Mildrithe to choose from, and soon she was deep into her own enjoyment as she sampled all sorts of cakes and breads and fruits that were new to her. With Mildrithe thus engaged, Haldir took a seat at Idhrien’s side and covered her hand with his.

“You must think me irrational and foolish.”

“You’re many things, Haldir, but you have never been either of those. I know you and your heart. You are not a rash person. If this is something you feel drawn to, I know that it must be a deeply rooted feeling.”

“That doesn’t make it any less ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous how? That you see someone in need and want to help? That you had an intense experience that bonded you together? That you have love in your heart to give?”

He squeezed her hand. “That I could expect my wife to share those inclinations suddenly and without warning?”

She sat back in her seat and took a long, deep breath. “It would be ridiculous to think that I could understand everything of Mildrithe and your experience together from the small time I’ve had to take it in. But my natural impulse is to want to support you in all things, just as you do for me. And it’s not as though we’ve never talked about having young ones around.”

“This is very different than an elf child of our own making.”

“Yes. And you should go into this very clear-eyed about the implications and consequences of that. For her and for us.” She smiled at him. “But I am willing to try.”

He pressed her hand to his lips, overwhelmed with relief and gratitude, but she leaned in closer to him and looked him directly in the eye.

“But Haldir, she must want to stay. The choice must be hers, always.”

They both looked over at Mildrithe, who peered up at them from behind her pile of treats, aware from the energy in the room that something momentous was being discussed.

“Will you tell her?” he asked. “Explain to her what her choices are. Make sure she understands what they both mean and that only she controls the choice. That she can take as much time as she needs or ask as many questions as she wants or change her mind at any point.”

Idhrien drew her chair closer to Mildrithe and spoke for many long minutes. Mildrithe asked one or two questions but otherwise sat in silence. At times, her eyes widened or brow furrowed, and she looked increasingly troubled the longer that Idhrien spoke. He took a few deep breaths, readying his own expectations and making sure that he could greet whatever response she gave without outward disappointment on his face.

When Idhrien finally finished speaking, Mildrithe turned to Haldir once more and asked him a question directly. A tear or two welled up in Idhrien’s eyes as she listened, and he watched anxiously, unsure of what could be said that would have that effect on her.

“She asks if you think her parents would be disappointed in her for leaving Rohan.”

He swallowed hard on the lump that immediately formed in his own throat. Having been through so much, she was still thinking of others, and his heart wrung with pity. He reached across the table to take her hand. “I think they would be sad about what has happened, but they would be even prouder of you for how strong you are. And more than anything, they would want you to be happy. That’s all that any of us want. Choose whatever will make you happiest.”

Mildrithe listened to the translated answer and thought quietly for several minutes before speaking again to Idhrien.

“She wants to tell you something herself.” Idhrien nodded at Mildrithe, who got up and walked around the table until she was standing before Haldir.

She looked him directly in the eye and tapped her own chest before uttering one of the only words they had in common: “Lórien.”

He drew in a sharp breath, hardly daring to believe that he understood her correctly, but a quick glance at Idhrien confirmed everything and he thought his heart might soar right out of his chest. He scooped up Mildrithe and reached for Idhrien, and for a time he held onto them both, his mind bouncing rapidly from joy to terror to wonder and relief. Amidst all the turmoil, though, one feeling rose above the others, and he breathed out that feeling in his very first words to his new family. “Thank you.”

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Note: You’ll see an appearance of osanwé here, a concept Tolkien developed but didn’t often use explicitly. It means, essentially, the interchange of thought, and all peoples are capable of doing it as long as both minds are willing/open (though humans rarely master it, so it’s much more common among Ainur and elves). That’s canon. And I think because they are married and their connection is so deep, it can happen between Haldir and Idhrien even when he isn’t consciously intending it. As partners, their default is to be always open to each other, and when he has an insight as powerful as this one was, he can’t help but share it with her even before he realizes that’s what he’s doing.

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WIP/Last Lines Tag

delighted to be tagged by @verai-marcel, @readingcoco and @cassietrn for wip/last lines, so here are a few from the last chapter (sorry; I guess brevity has never been the soul of Redbird...)

and having been treated to their recent samples/posts, as well as a taste of @twola's upcoming work, without an ounce of pressure, tagging @shootybangbang, @reddeaddufus, @cheesewedge, and @docdalas 💗

A small dust storm rose from her hooves and his boots as he turned her, planted on one heel and pivoting slowly. He brought her in close, felt her strength resist him and relax. Dodged her as she dodged with him, around left, around right, touched her shoulder, brushed her flank with his lariat coil. They stopped, skirted, and scuffed up clouds that cleaved like powder to their sweat and eyelashes.

Gradually she let his rope curve around and lap at her fore and hind legs, over her back, at her belly. Let him dress her with that rope, tightening the loop around her hind quarters, leading her around him in a C-shape, pulling under her near foreleg and gently drawing it up, bringing her to a skittering stop on three legs, releasing her. Calm.

Dutch ambled up after breakfast, a toothpick in his teeth, and stood next to John.

“How long’s he been at it?”

“Sunup I guess.”

“Yeah sunup,” one of the stable hands said. Four of them sat up on the top rail, elbowing each other. Cocky about the work they could do in an afternoon, breaking mustangs by means of a sturdy rope and some grit, and watching this big guy who had unbuckled not one but two irons from his hips before he went in, and who stood there gentling a buckskin filly with the bushy end of a rope like he was painting her portrait.

The only way Boadicea could take him. Daughtering this one now. Just showin you all the ways I got you.

Dutch posted up with one boot on the rail and watched, chewing his splinter while Arthur took up his jacket again, dusted it over her back, pulled it away, showed it to her. When she reeled, he got her attention back, minding her signals. She calmed, went soft in the halter and he stopped. Stepped back.

“You intending to break that filly or dance with her, cowhand?”

“She don't wanna be broke. Eyes on me, girl.” He touched her flank with his jacket and she swerved to face him.

All them wolves out there don’t matter.

Dutch laughed. Said something to the boys on the rail and they laughed with him.

He didn’t hear because she was watching him now.

Ain’t that right, girl.

He should’ve known there would be a catch. She took the saddle easy; too easy, he would realize, later, and love her all the more. He cinched it snug. Fed her the snaffle bit. Fastened her.

In the settling dust he walked to her near side, gripped the saddle horn, and jostled her a few times. Jumped up and down hanging on, letting her spook and calm to his pressure and his voice. He touched his toe in the left stirrup, stood up and came back down. Stood again, let her feel his weight and the loom of him over her, and back down.

Easy there, you’re new to me too.

For a moment, she gave him the attention of all her senses. Let him keep his boot in the stirrup while he stood planted by her side wondering which of them would move first.

Then, already feeling her power build and testing his own idiocy, he swung up on her.

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Katniss Everdeen is Not a Stalker

Chapter 73 - A Corky Outtake

Last Chapter: Corky is up to his old tricks but this time he has a bit of help...

Rated M: Bullying, Violence, Weapons, Canon Typical Violence, Eventual Romance, Humor, Character Death, Minor Character Death, Death, Gun Violence, Peacekeepers, Rebellion, AU, War,

A/N: A big thank you to all of the people who read this story. I can't believe all I have left is to post the outtake next week. Thank you to my bestie and editing guru...@norbertsmom heart you!

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#Katniss Everdeen is Not a Stalker #Last Chapter #Katniss Everden #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #everlark #mega-aulover #the hunger games #catching fire

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Barcelona 4/4

word count 8.5k

this is the last chapter, mentions of anxiety + depression + sex + probably some other stuff

Tears started to roll down your cheeks, as Lewis crossed the finish line and the fireworks started, bringing home his 8th World Championship. The overwhelming emotions you were feeling had literally brought you to kneel down, covering your face in your hands, as your best friend kneeled next to you, keeping an arm around you and lightly stroking your lower back. You were overcome with pure happiness, the joy that you were sharing in Lewis’ victory was something that would be impossible to ever forget. It was so surreal, the way in which this unforgettable season had finally come to an end.

It was the toughest year you had known, and it had absolutely drained you of all of your energy. The number of flights, sleepless nights, tiring days, most of which you had spent by your boyfriends’ side. People had seen you before, waiting for him mainly by yourself, or with the few Mercedes engineers you had developed quite the friendship with. Something that shocked you, being the introvert that you were and all. The only negative was that people probably assumed that your relationship was simply one of his many short-lasting flings.

This night had made it all worth it. Lewis was your champion. He truly was the greatest that the sport had ever witnessed, he was yours, and now everyone would know it.

You felt Layla moving away from you, giving you some space, and you immediately knew what was going to happen next. Two big, strong arms lifting you up from the ground, until you found your face deeply buried in your boyfriends’ shoulder, as his arms quickly wrapped around you, making you feel warm inside. You couldn’t see his face, as he was still in his helmet and racing suit. You didn’t have to. The two of you had grown so in-tune with each other’s emotions, that even conversation wasn’t necessary at times. You felt him thanking you a million times as he held you closer to him than ever. You would never be able to explain to anybody what it felt like. No matter what was happening around you, no matter what kind of craziness would be going on, as long as Lewis was near you, you were safe and sound. You were shielded, guarded, protected from everything. ‘’It’s all for you, my love’’ he whispered, barely hearable, but you noticed.

‘’I love you so much, baby.’’ He spoke in between kisses, as the two of you messily tried to enter your hotel room in Abu Dhabi.

‘’Let me at least open the door, silly.’’ You laughed, trying to push Lewis off of you, as he settled behind you, keeping his arms around your waist and placing gentle kisses on your neck. You knew better, it would always be a futile attempt. He never was good at waiting, especially not for you. Once you managed to get the door open, he grabbed you, holding you in his arms as he muffed your giggles by pressing a soft kiss on your lips, meanwhile shutting the door behind him. He had just put you to bed, placing soft, loving kisses all over your body, when you noticed his phone wouldn’t stop ringing. ‘’Go answer it, baby. It’s probably your parents.’’ You spoke.

‘’They can wait.’’ He said, as his phone immediately rang again, making him let out a little sigh. You smiled at him, knowing he really doesn’t want to go and answer it. ‘’Don’t think I’m done with you.’’ He teases as he grabs your face with both his hands, leaving a quick kiss on your lips.

You smiled at Lewis’ back as he walked over to his phone, before uou made your way to the balcony, as you heard the sound of your boyfriend talking to his family fading in the background. All of a sudden, you noticed you were in desperate need for fresh air. Oh no…Here we go again. The anxiety had started to kick in, you had noticed as your muscles were slowly starting to tense up and your breathing had started to feel painfully sharp. Not now… please, was all that was repeating in your head. The same, never fully disappearing lump in your throat had made its’ appearance again.

Letting yourself sink in the comfortable chair under the humid UAE air, as you started to recollect on the last year, trying to steer your thoughts elsewhere. Ever since Barcelona, your life had changed completely. You tried to keep living your life as you knew it as much as possible, but it was pointless. Lewis basically kidnapped you all the time, making him join his races, his events, his duties. Wherever he had to be, he wanted you there by his side. Luckily for you, he never left your side. Never left you by yourself, always being the one to speak for you, always removing any pressure or nervousness from you.

Still, it was only when the calendar hit Interlagos, and your boyfriend took you with him to Brazil, that he couldn’t bear being without you at all anymore. Not even for a couple of weeks. You remember the memory of that weekend as clear as anything. The way you celebrated another one of his insane wins, the way you, for the first time had believed that he had truly fallen for you. It was the first time Lewis had told you he loved you, the first time the two of you had actually made love instead of fucking. You smile softly at the memory, no matter how many times you would re-visit it, it still warmed your heart the same. Brazil would always hold a special place in your heart. It’s where your love really evolved to something else, something that you shared privately between the two of you. You felt the lump in your throat sting even harder. Despite everything, your disease was an ever-lasting nightmare, that Lewis was fully aware of at this point. It had nothing to do with him, and everything with the broken life you had led before meeting him, that somehow never wanted to fully heal.

‘’Baby?’’ He almost whispered, not wanting to startle you. He stood behind you, placing his phone on the little side table, before making his way to you. Slowly he wrapped his arms around you, placing a soft kiss on the back of your head. You smiled, leaning against his arm, as a sign of gratitude. He knew you so well by now, always putting his own desires to the side, giving you exactly what you would need.

‘’I love you.’’ You whispered into the air in front of you, as you felt the anxiety stinging in your face, and the tears that were starting to form in your eyes.

‘’I know, baby. I know you love me.’’ Lewis sighed into the night sky. ‘’I love you more.’’

‘’Will you tell me what’s going on in that beautiful mind?’’ he continued, making you smile a little through your tears.

‘’I think I know why I’m feeling anxious tonight.’’

‘’Tell me.’’ Lewis spoke, with a slightly worried tone in his voice. Lewis moved to kneel in front of you and was now wiping one of your tears away with his thumb.

‘’I’m scared.’’ You started. ‘’I don’t know what I did to deserve you… And I’m afraid of the consequences…’’ ‘’Which consequences?’’ Lewis interrupted you. There you felt it again, the thought of leaving Lewis’ side. That awful, piercing pain as if someone had stabbed you into the core of your heart, slowly turning the knife, making you lightly nauseous at the spot.

‘’Look at us... You’re an 8th time world champion today, and you’ve got a girlfriend that’s crying over some stupid shit that’s not even relevant. You deserve someo…’’ ‘’Stop, please.’’ He interrupted you again.

‘’I’m just scared I won’t be able to deal with the pain of parting from you.’’ It was out before you knew it. It just spilled. He looked up at you with slightly furrowed brows, you noticed how he was trying to hide his slowly building up anger. ‘’Are you leaving me?’’ he asked. You could hear his voice cracking. He was usually good at hiding it, but not tonight. It made you feel even worse. ‘’Never.’’ You looked at him, tears rolling down your cheeks, exposing your tired face to him. ‘’I wouldn’t dream of leaving you, Lewis.’’

‘’You’re still unsure about my feelings for you?’’ he asked. You noticed your words were upsetting him. He had just exposed you, even after winning a race like this, you were the first person to get his attention, in front of the whole world to see. Where was he getting the patience from to deal with you and your crumbling mental health?

‘’No, it’s just… it’s this fucking anxiety, it ruins everything. Every beautiful thing and…’’ you cried, trying not to look into the worried eyes of your love.

‘’I won’t let it.’’ He said firmly. ‘’Do you hear me, Y/N?’’ You sighed through your tears, furrowing your brows, still not making eye contact with Lewis, as you let out a sad whimper. He took your hands in his, and moved closer to you, leaving you to lean closer into him, until your foreheads touch. ‘’It’s not going to, even if it feels like it is. As long as you’re here, I’m never leaving you.’’ He spoke, reassuring you. He didn’t know how to give up on you, this world champion of yours. ‘’If you can’t find the strength in yourself, you’ll find it in me.’’ You couldn’t do anything but stare at him, practically going numb before his eyes.

‘’You’re not alone anymore, you have to start to let me in, slowly.’’ He continued. ‘’Anything that you need, find it in me. I’ll fight for you, speak for you, you know I’d go to the ends of the earth for you.’’

‘’Most of all, Y/N…’’ he continues, sighing. ‘’I’m never going to let anything bad happen to you. You’re with me now, where you belong, no matter what your anxiety tells you.’’

‘’I know, my love.’’ You said, putting your trust in every word your boyfriend was telling you. Slowly coming to terms with the fact that he might just be right, you really didn’t have to fight all of your battles by yourself.

‘’Let me take you out of here, for a while. It will do you good.’’ Lewis said. You agreed, getting up and walking over to the bathroom, where you started to fix your appearance. You changed into a black oversized blouse dress, and let your hair fall down loosely, in its’ natural waves. Quickly you fixed your concealer and removing the smeared mascara that was covering your cheeks. Coming out of the bathroom to grab your small black purse, you noticed Lewis’ focus was nowhere near you, but on his phone. Typing quickly, furrowed brows. ‘’I’m ready.’’ You said, making him look up at you immediately. ‘’I’m so lucky, my god.’’ He spoke. ‘’Look at you.’’

His praise made you chuckle softly, as you made your way towards him, to give him a small kiss on his cheek. ‘’Thank you, my love. Shall we go?’’ you asked, as Lewis grabbed his car keys and opened the hotel rooms’ door for you.

You walked beside him, hand locked in his, as he guided you, down into the hotels’ parking garage. When he didn’t immediately open the passenger seats’ door for you, like he would always do, you couldn’t help but look over at him. He was standing at the drivers’ side of his car, holding the door open for you, and you couldn’t help but laugh at him a little. ‘’I want to see you drive.’’ He said, gesturing for you to get behind the wheel.

‘’Are you sure?’’ you asked, not moving from where you stood. Knowing you’re a perfect driver, with absolutely nothing to worry about, you still got a little nervous to drive for him. He was a man who you knew did not enjoy sitting in the passenger seat, at all.

‘’Yes, come here baby.’’

You got in, quickly fixed the rear mirror and put your seatbelt on, as Lewis lowered himself in the passenger seat. He was surprised at how fast you made yourself feel at home in a car you couldn’t have ever dreamt of driving before. It made his heart jump a little, seeing you so comfortably sharing in his pleasures. He got used to seeing you in his clothes, in his jackets, but driving him around was something different. You got out of the hotels parking, into the wide, open streets of Abu Dhabi. The car truly felt like water, the way it comfortably took you from one traffic light to the other, leaving Lewis completely mesmerized by the sight of seeing you drive for him for the first time.

Without really noticing it, your anxious feelings were slowly fading, as you focused on the song Lewis had played for you.

This terrible predicament you got me in Spelling your name in my mind Adding your last to mine Feels like we're stuck in time

You looked to your side, meeting the eyes of your boyfriend, who was looking at you as if you were the most captivating thing in his world. ‘’You’re so sexy like this.’’ He taught out loud. You smiled back at him, softly leaning your head back against his car seat.

Waking up to you Is all I want to do Every moment spent Play it all over again, mhmm

‘’It suits you.’’ He smiled. ‘’What does?’’ you asked, focusing on the road again, as the traffic light jumped to green.

‘’Driving a Mercedes.’’

You couldn’t help but smile. ‘’I am already driving one, remember?’’

‘’I know, I’m talking about this particular one.’’

‘’Yeah, I might steal her from you, don’t worry about it.’’ You joked.

City lights and beautiful sights were passing by you quickly, as you were speeding a little, Lewis keeping your right hand into his, gently squeezing it. After a while, Lewis noticed you were loosened up, and that your mind was no longer occupied by the same thoughts as an hour ago. You parked back at the same spot, turning the engine of the car off and handing Lewis his keys. ‘’Thank you for this.’’ You whispered into his mouth, before gently placing a kiss on his lips.

Lewis was right. The drive had done you more good than bad, and above all, you had actually gotten sleepy by now. Back in your hotel room, you made your way into the bathroom, quickly finishing your nightly routine, before grabbing one of Lewis’ shirts to sleep in. It was his favorite thing, having you steal his clothing pieces and leaving your scent in them. You heard him talking on the phone again, wondering who got his attention now, as it was close to 1 AM. You didn’t ask though; you were too tired to be bothered at this point. You slowly laid down in the bed, leaving Lewis talking to someone hastily. He came over to you, placed a kiss on your cheek as he wished you a good night, covering the speaker of his phone with his hand. ‘’Are you going out?’’ you mumbled, already halfway into your dreamworld. ‘’No, silly. I just have to finish some things, then I’ll join you.’’ He told you, while sitting next to you on the bed. ‘’I’m not going anywhere.’’ Was the last thing you heard before drifting into sleep completely. If only you knew what Lewis really meant.

You woke up by yourself in the big bed, to the sound of suitcases zipping up and footsteps softly moving in and out of the bathroom. ‘’What’s going on?’’ you mumbled into your pillow, arms slowly stretching from under the blanket that was barely covering you. ‘’Good morning to you too’’ Lewis chuckled.

You still weren’t used to the fact that your boyfriends’ days started around 6 AM, while you easily slept for 3-4 hours more. He never tried to change your morning routines, always leaving you to get fully rested, to take in all of the sleep you basically could.

‘’I’ve packed for you; we have to leave soon.’’ He spoke as he came sitting down at your bed side, admiring your bed hair and make-up less face.

You were suddenly aware of the fact that another racing season had ended, and that you haven’t spoken at all about your plans during the break. ‘’Are you sending me home?’’ You mumbled, unable to hide the sad tone in your voice. Home is with me now; Lewis almost spoke out loud. But he managed to keep his thoughts to himself. ‘’No, my love.’’

‘’I am taking you back to Brazil.’’ He smiled at your sleepy face. You smiled in your still very sleepy state, and slowly started to sit up straight, to take a sip of the water that was placed on your nightstand. This was going to be fun.

An hour later, you were sat in a private plane, across from Layla who had apparently grown more and more fond of her RedBull boyfriend, Daniel, who had joined the three of you. You hadn’t expected it, she usually doesn’t linger around the same person for too long, so she must have really liked him. ‘’I can’t believe we’re going back to Brazil.’’ She spoke happily, while you were distracted, checking your socials. So many photos of the two of you were spreading since last night, it was impossible to miss. You couldn’t help but read some of the comments but were satisfied to see that there was barely anything negative about you to read. People just knew nothing about you, as there was barely any information out about you. You and Layla both had closed Instagram accounts, which had made it even more difficult to make up assumptions. Still, there was a lot of speculation about who was the girl that had finally changed the relationship status of Hamilton. Up until you came around, he was the only single driver left on the grid, after all.

You looked back, to see Lewis and Daniel chatting, having some drinks together and laughing, all of a sudden even toasting loudly something you couldn’t quite hear, Lewis receiving pats on the shoulder from Daniel. You noticed Layla winking at Daniel, as well as sending him a smirky smile. Why did it feel like you were left out all of a sudden? You couldn’t help but wonder but didn’t want to show it at all. You just took your earphones out of your purse, as you scrolled through your Spotify library, looking for a song that would meet your mood. The whole flight, Lewis barely paid attention to you. Not that you really mind, you did love your private time and to be left with your thoughts for a while, still not completely sure what was happening, or what was going on in his mind, though. You leaned back onto the soft chair and covered yourself with a blanket and felt yourself drifting into sleep not long after. Only waking up a few hours later, as you almost arrived. Your focus drifted elsewhere, listening to the song that was playing in your ears.

Girl, I want you like you want me too I feel that energy (ooh, yeah) When you're on top of me (oh, yeah) I know your man, he ain't controllin' you But you still hesitate (ooh, no) 'Cause you chose loyalty (oh, yeah) And I know your history, met him before your peak (hey, hey) He's so connected to that woman that you used to be But-but-but this sex will cloud your memory A couple strokes to put it in, then you'll belong to me

Before long, you arrived at the gorgeous apartment that the four of you would share, overlooking what had soon became your favorite beach in the world. The heat and the sunny air of Ipanema filled your body with goosebumps, as you leaned over the balcony, soaking in the sunlight. Brazil was absolutely your favorite place to escape to. The vibe over there was insane, and the people even more so. Here you felt like you could be yourself, nobody cared about who you were or who your boyfriend was. It was the perfect getaway after spending so much time avoiding the media who were constantly trying their absolute best to discover just about anything about you.

Lewis and Daniel had left the two of you to unpack, unwind and spend some girl time together. You needed it, you would have probably asked for it, but somehow the fact that Lewis was the one who proposed it, had left you with a little bit of resentment towards him. Wasn’t it his idea to take you here? Wasn’t he supposed to make more effort to spend more time with you? Where did he disappear to, even? And why is Layla not caring about where Daniel hangs out at all?

‘’What’s wrong?’’ your best friend asked, sitting on the bed, unpacking some makeup bags. ‘’Nothing, why do you ask?’’

‘’You seem a little more quiet than usual.’’

‘’I’m not, at least I don’t want to be.’’ You began, walking towards her, leaning against the wall across from the bed. Layla knew you too well, you couldn’t hide your feelings from her at all. ‘’I’m still worried that Lewis isn’t really in love with me. It’s not that I don’t believe him, I just can’t seem to shake my thoughts. That he might just be staying with me out of pity.’’ You said, already expecting a bomb to drop on your head, curtesy of Layla. Much to your surprise, that didn’t happen. Layla had stayed calm, even looked away from you for a couple of seconds.

‘’You agree.’’ You said with a low, numb voice.

‘’I really don’t, babe. Lewis loves you, please don’t doubt that.’’

You had decided to spend the rest of the day without letting any negative thoughts interrupt you. The race season had ended, your boyfriend had won, you were in Rio de Janeiro with 3 people you adored. What more could you possibly want? It was probably just your anxiety making you seeing things that weren’t there, anyways.

Layla and yourself had gone out to get some groceries from the local market, planning to cook for yourselves and your boyfriends. Even if dating Lewis meant you basically never had to do anything yourself anymore, taking care of your loved ones was something you had learned during your relationship, and you didn’t want to give it up. Not completely, at least.

Two hours later, as the sun started to set in Rio, you found yourself in the kitchen, washing the dishes that you had used while preparing food. Layla was preparing the table, as music was playing from the living area. The big sliding door to the outside patio was wide open, a soft summer breeze flowing through the apartment. ‘’Hi ladies’’ you heard Lewis’ voice fill up the kitchen, a few seconds before his big hands were placed on your sides, making you giggle as your boyfriend kissed your cheek. ‘’There’s my girl’’ He whispered, before softly licking the skin beneath your ear, as he squeezed both your sides, now pressing himself against you from behind. ‘’Have you missed me?’’ He groans as he tightens his grip, making you feel nothing but his hands. ‘’Yes baby…’’ you whispered, as you slightly turned your head towards him, making you lean on his chest and looking up to him through your long lashes. Lewis moved to the side, making sure no one could see what he was doing. He had placed his hand on your inner thigh, on top of the flared, tight pants you were wearing. Slowly he moved up, the side of his hand stroking you between your legs, already making them feel weak. ‘’I can’t wait to be inside of you tonight, baby’’ He breathed into your ear, as his hand had now expertly grabbed a big chunk of your hair, pulling it even closer onto his chest. You let out a small whimper, as you hopelessly tried to stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your head. He loved it when you didn’t care about your surroundings, completely giving in to him, as he quickly looked up to see a still empty kitchen. His words and strokes on your body made you drop the plate you were squeezing, splashes of water ending up on your exposed front, releasing you from Lewis’ grip.

‘’Sit down baby, dinner’s ready.’’ You giggled.

What you thought was going to be a dinner for four, had soon ended up being a dinner for ten. Apparently, some of Lewis’ friends were spending the first few days of the break in Brazil as well, joining you last minute at the apartment. You greeted them politely, unsure of what type of ‘’friends’’ these were. You figured it was better to play it safe. Everyone that came through the door had brought some sort of food or drinks, and before you knew it, you were sitting next to your boyfriend, truly enjoying the company. Cold beers, good music, and the company, well, let’s say, were all easy on the eyes. The same people that you had played it safe with, were now making both you and Layla basically tear up with their jokes. You got up at a certain point to grab you and Daniel new drinks, as you noticed a girl entering the apartment, Lewis’ offering her your chair, to take it to sit next to her boyfriend, Nicolas. You chuckled in yourself, knowing damn well what his intentions were. You walked back to the table, and were stopped by her getting up, making her way to you. You could tell she was nervous to speak to you.

‘’Hi…Uhm, I hope you don’t mind that I came to join you guys’’, as she gave you a resilient hug. You hugged her back, keeping the two cold bottles in your other hand. ‘’Of course, you’re welcome, I am Y/N’’ you spoke as you gave her a warm smile. ‘’Sophie‘’ the brunette spoke, giving you a thankful smile, before sitting down in between Nicolas and Layla. Looking back at Lewis, he looked down to his lap, strictly gesturing you to sit down on your new seat.

Lewis grabbed your thighs, lowering you down onto him. Something that made you realize just how impatient he was getting. You sat down, immediately feeling how hard he was underneath you, as he continued chatting like nothing was wrong.

‘’So, you guys have made any plans yet?’’ Nicolas spoke. ‘’Giving this one some well-deserved attention’’ Daniel said, while holding Layla’s hand above the table, winning a smile from her side. ‘’We haven’t really thought of it, honestly. We just want to relax.’’ Layla added.

While hearing the plans of the other couples, Lewis was slowly playing with the zipper of your pants underneath the table. Down… and up again, teasing you. Your two legs were now spread, with his left, muscled thigh in the middle. You wanted him so badly, all you could think of was him fucking you like only he could, but you wouldn’t give in this easily. You had shot him a quick glimpse, minimally curving your back to be able to look back at him. Trying your best to maintain yourself, while the way he was sitting was probably enough to make you drip down your thighs. His legs were spread, his white shirt unbuttoned at the top, exposing the ‘’N’’ of his compass tattoo. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing his glowing skin. He leaned back onto his chair, pulling you against him tightly, as he moved the chair further under the table. Nobody was able to see below your middle now. He effortlessly moved you to his middle, before moving your zipper all the way down, and without warning, slipping two fingers into your string, tapping on your entrance lightly. You let out a small smirk, much to his displease, and continued to take a sip from your drink, acting as unaffected by your boyfriends’ actions as you possibly could.

‘’Don’t make me push further.’’ He whispered into your ear. ‘’I’d like to see you try, baby…’’ you taunted him. The next thing you felt were two of his fingers, entering you with such force it made you move up from Lewis’ lap, his reflex immediately holding you down in his firm grip, with his other hand on your thigh. You couldn’t help but let out a suppressed moan.

‘’What was that?’’ he whispered, clear anger in his voice.

You swallowed, still trying to ignore his efforts.

‘’Look what we have here’’ he goes, as he noticed how quickly he had you covering the palm of his hand with your juices. ‘’Baby… Why are you so wet?’’

You tried to keep your focus on the table, in case anyone would start asking you questions, or involving you into their chatter. But it was no use, Lewis had other plans with you, and you had no choice but to give in to him. He wanted you to completely be under his control, even if you were seated on his lap in front of a dozen of his friends. Seeing you squirm and having to really focus on not making any sounds, was making him painfully hard for you.

You eased up into his lap, allowing his fingers deeper inside of you, as he slowly started to fuck you with them.

‘’That’s it, baby, relax for me.’’ You noticed him whispering beneath his breath. His face was still crooked in your neck, mouth close to your ear. ‘’Isn’t that much better?’’

You moved up a little, swallowing a gasp as you felt his index finger on your clit. He started moving his fingers at a pace that you knew was going to make you actually orgasm right then and there. How the hell were you going to hide it now? Your body started to shake lightly, Lewis’ right arm holding you down tighter. ‘’Easy, baby, we can’t get caught now, can we?’’ He whispered devilishly as you looked up at the table, worried about the half horny, half worried expression on your face.

Layla was making fast friends with Sophie, as Nicolas and Daniel were deeply in conversation with the other boys about some car stuff and his job at RedBull. Nobody paid attention to the two of you. ‘’It’s just you and me, baby. Don’t worry.’’ he whispered, feeling you tense up again.

You wanted nothing more than for Lewis to fuck you, to do with you as he pleased. The memories of your many wild nights had made you slowly rock your hips in the same movements as his fingers. Lewis moved his other hand up your arm, as if he was going to stroke it, but continued to move towards the back of your neck, squeezing it lightly. ‘’That’s more like it.’’ he continues to breathe into your neck. You moved your hands under the table, trying to find something to squeeze in, anything. Lewis let out a soft chuckle when the only thing you could find was his leg. He was working you in a way that only he could, his unforgiving pace was pushing you closer and closer to your high quickly now. ‘’Lewis…I…’’ you gasped. ‘’Stop…please I can’t hold it anymore.’’ You were almost crying it out at this point. ‘’Are you going to displease me?’’ he groaned.

‘’No…I don’t want to…’’

His fingers fucked you even harder, making it entirely impossible for you to speak any more, or think straight, for that matter. ‘’Cum for me, now.’’ He ordered.

That was all you needed to hear, his words basically pushing you over the edge, making you drip all over his hand. ‘’That’s it…that’s a good girl…’’ he whispered, as he slowly kept moving his fingers inside of you, until he was sure you had enjoyed your high as much as possible. After a minute, he zipped your pants back up, and wrapped his two arms around your shocking body, helping you come down from your high. ‘’I got you baby.’’ He whispered as you slowly came back to reality.

A few guests had left during the evening, while some new faces were entering. The vibe in the apartment was amazing. Everyone got along well, mingles and laughs were filling the rooms as Lewis came up to you to remind you of the party all of you would attend, tonight.

‘’I’ll go get ready, babe.’’ You said, as you dried off the last plate from the sink, putting it away in a cabin above your head.

You pouted lightly in the mirror, concentrating on applying a nude shade of lipliner. It was only when you had put down the pencil, that you noticed in the mirror that your boyfriend was now leaned against the wall behind you. Licking his lips slowly, as he let his eyes move all over you. The black mini dress that you were wearing was suddenly feeling a lot tighter, as you tried your best to stay still, softly faltering on the black heels that were strapped on your feet. Your dress showing off your tanned body and figure perfectly, making it impossible for Lewis to take his eyes off of the girl that was standing in front of him. You had let your wavy, long hair falling down loosely, making it look like you hadn’t made such an effort. Even though you had showered and gotten ready, your mind couldn’t shake Lewis’ actions from earlier, still making you ache for him. You had to shake your thoughts, before they would soon leave you dripping down your thighs, exposing you.

Even after a year, having Lewis staring you down like that, still made you shiver. ‘’I see you’re planning on torturing me all night.’’ Lewis voice had started to fill the bathroom. You didn’t answer, trying to place his words. ‘’Don’t even try to imagine. You’ll see.’’ Lewis turned you towards him, and put you sitting in front of him, next to the bathroom sink. He grabbed your jaw, roughly pushing your head towards the mirror, before slowly letting his tongue slip into your mouth. You relaxed, gave into him. Allowed him to completely make a mess of your finished looks, as he finally gave you what you desired. ‘’Sweetie… You’re going to have to take me now.’’ He breathes. ‘’I can’t hold myself for another minute seeing you like this.’’

He pulled you onto him forcefully, making you meet the bulge in his jeans. ‘’This is what you do to me. This is how you torture me every single minute.’’ He said, pulling your hair down so you were forced to look up at him. ‘’Baby I…’’ you started. ‘’Hush now, that’s okay. I’m about to make you pay for it.’’ He shut you up completely. You couldn’t think straight after hearing his words, he had knowingly or not taken fully control over you. He took you by your hands, pulling you into the bedroom, sitting down on the couch, as you were standing in front of him. ‘’On your knees, sweetie.’’ He ordered. He had your heart pounding in your throat by now. Whether he knew it or not, his soft, loving voice spilling such nasty words would always have completely weak for him. You kneeled in front of him, probably more eager than him to have him in your mouth. He leaned against the couch, spreading his legs in front of your hypnotized eyes. Before you knew it, no recollection of how you even undressed him, you took him in your mouth, slowly. Licking his base to tip, feeling yourself dripping as he moaned for you. You could never decide what was better, seeing him in pleasure because of you, or having him pleasuring you. It was crazy, how love drunk he had you for him. You took him back into your mouth, to the point of tears filling up your eyes. He pulled you up, pushing you down onto the bed, as he leaned over you. ‘’Look at you.’’ He goes. ‘’All under my control. I love you like this, when you don’t even try to think for yourself.’’

He moves his hand towards where your underwear is supposed to be, as you stopped him, making Lewis look up to you, furrowed brows and a face with anger written all over it. ‘’What is that?’’ he groaned. ‘’I…I don’t want your fingers.’’ You stumbled. Even when your boyfriend was in this animalistic mood of his, he never wanted to do you any harm. It was him thinking in your best interest, since common sense would be far gone for you. ‘’But you will struggle, baby.’’ Lewis smiled down at you, like he didn’t know he was about to demolish you. ‘’I want to… make me hurt, please.’’ You begged him. Lewis looked down at you again, for a few seconds. ‘’Please baby… I want to feel pain.’’ You cried. He knew you liked it rough at times, but he has never heard you beg for it before. He got up, leaving you going completely blank on the bed. You heard the sound of some metal tapping against his rings, raising your anticipation even more. The next thing you felt was his belt around your wrists, tightening up roughly. Lewis moved your arms above your head, leaving you exposed for him. ‘’No more running from it now.’’ He whispered, before positioning himself in front of you, thrusting himself into you at once. You gasped; he had never given you a stretch like this before. Lewis twitched inside of you, making him moan aggressively down on you. ‘’Fuck… baby… how are you this tight?’’

He stopped for a split second, catching his breath, before he grabbed your face tightly and licked into your mouth, letting a little bit of his saliva drip into you. You moaned, swallowing it directly. ‘’You’d do anything to please me, wouldn’t you?’’ he groans. ‘’Yes… I’d do anything.’’ You whimpered. Lewis started to move himself. In and out, making you cry as your body was tied up, unable to move under him. You couldn’t touch him, as much as you wanted to, he had you tied up so tightly it was for sure going to leave some markings on your wrists if you kept trying. He pulled out of you, flipping you over, and entered you again. You could barely keep yourself together at this point, painfully screaming as he filled you up again. ‘’Quiet now baby… you asked me to do this. Be a good little girl and take all of me.’’ Lewis leaned over your curved body, quickly releasing your wrists from the tight grip, as he folded the belt in his hands. You screamed, again as the belt hit your ass cheek, unable to keep your cries down. Whimpering in pain, whispering towards him softly ‘’more, please’’ you begged him, beneath your breath, as you lowered your head even more. Another slap hit your ass, making Lewis groan. ‘’I told you to stay quiet.’’ The anger in his voice making tears roll down your cheeks again.

He stopped, as a second later you gasped when the cold, silver material of his belt was held onto your face, stroking your cheeks slowly as Lewis kept himself still inside of you. It was evil, the way in which it was impossible for you to predict what he was going to do to you. ‘’Open wide.’’ His voice was cold, strict and calm. It had sent shivers onto your body. He smiled behind you as he placed the double folded belt into your mouth. ‘’How does that feel?’’ he moaned into your ear, making your walls squeeze him even more. ‘’That’s what I thought.’’ He pulled out a little, before giving you exactly what you wanted. You started to see stars, as he fucked you deeply, making sure you were feeling every single inch of him.

His pace was rough, unforgiving, and the most painful thing you had ever felt. Before long, you started to feel him not being able to hold back anymore. ‘’How about I fill you all up, baby?’’ Lewis moaned. ‘’I bet you would just love to be full of me, wouldn’t you, now?’’

You couldn’t speak, but your moans had done the work for you. You screamed, biting into the leather in your mouth as Lewis moved faster, a pace that you failed to understand how it was humanly possible. It was quite literally knocking all the sense out of you. Before long, you were feeling him coming undone deeply inside of you, immediately collapsing on top of you.

Your mind kept blank, as Lewis cleaned you, and tried hopelessly to get you to come back to him. It was no use; you were completely gone. He got dressed, leaving you laying down on the bed. After a while, he gently took you into his arms, and carried you to couch, placing you on his lap. Lewis looked down at your tired but satisfied face, the sight only fed his love for you. ‘’I love you baby; you can’t imagine just how much.’’

You let out a small smile, slowly coming back to reality. ‘’We might have a little problem here, though.’’ You looked up at him, slightly confused. ‘’We are so late.’’

‘’Everyone’s left already.’’ he giggled.

You had made your way to the party, that was held on a big terrace overlooking the beach. Hand locked in your dates’ as the two of you were greeting guests from the left and right. The night was long, you met a lot of new faces, your mood completely relaxed. The party was hosted by the same new friends you had made that joined the dinner at your apartment, the vibe ever improving as the night continued under the heat of the Brazilian climate. The mix of alcohol and the company of the man who you were completely head over heels for, had made the night truly one for the books. He looked gorgeous, his jewelry softly sparkling under the few lights that were barely lighting up anything.

The night had ended only around 4 in the morning, you were exhausted, passed out on the couch next to Layla, who was in the exact same state. Your heels were off, laying around messily somewhere along with your friends’. It took a while before you heard Lewis and Daniel coming back home, after dropping some of their friends off.

Your boyfriend kneeled by your side, playing softly with your hair. ‘’Let me take you to bed, hm?’’ he asked. You mumbled sleepily, as he took you in his arms, and carried you to your bedroom, softly lowering you down onto the cold sheets, waking you up a little. You tried to sit up, as a sharp pain in your stomach suddenly made you gasp, making Lewis rush to your side immediately. ‘’What is it, baby? What’s wrong?’’

‘’Nothing, I think’’ you said, clearly in pain, holding one hand on your lower stomach. ‘’I think my organs just aren’t used to being rearranged by a certain Brit.’’ You giggled, not wanting him to worry about you.

Lewis disappeared into the bathroom, coming back shortly after with some pain killers and a cold bottle of water. ‘’Let’s see if these will help, if they don’t, I’m taking you to the doctor first thing when you wake up.’’

‘’it’s just a little pain, don’t exaggerate so much please, babe. I’m fine.’’

You woke up a few hours later, while Lewis was out running, to an insanely nauseous feeling, as well as a pounding headache. Before you knew it, you were leaned over the toilet, feeling as if you were quite literally going to puke your whole stomach out. ‘’Y/N?’’ You heard Layla’s sleepy voice from afar, as she was entering your bedroom. ‘’Do you want to go get brea…’’

‘’Oh my god.’’ She gasped and stopped in her steps, as she saw you, pale faced in the bathroom, looking very small all of a sudden.

‘’It’s nothing, i’m fine.’’ You said as you flushed the toilet, turning around to lean against the bathroom wall.

‘’You don’t seem fine.’’ Layla said as she closed the bathroom door behind her and joined you on the floor. ‘’I’ve just been having these pains in my stomach…’’ you started.

‘’It’s been getting worse since last night, and Lewis noticed.’’

Layla looks up at you, worry building up in her expression. ‘’I’m surprised he didn’t drag you to the doctor immediately.’’

‘’Yeah, please don’t let him hear that.’’ You spoke, leaning your head back against the cold, refreshing tiles. Your best friend didn’t seem to like the way you were tilting your head at all.

‘’Nope, but I am taking you.’’ She said, as she pulled you up by your arm.

‘’Really Lay? I just woke up and I’m way too exhausted for this.’’ You sighed. ‘’Also, I think I might still be drunk.’’

‘’You really have been looking pale lately, and I’ve noticed you haven’t been eating well. ‘’Also, now this? Yes, I am taking you to the doctor, get dressed.’’ She said, as she disappeared into the living room.

Not long after, you were sat at a health clinic, waiting for the doctor in her office with Layla next to you, as if you were two teens again who were about to get expelled from school. You chuckle at the memory. Somehow it felt like nothing had changed at all. Your hair was up in a bun, you were messily sitting in your boyfriends’ black hoodie and sweats, with one leg up on the chair, leaning your head on your knee. ‘’Why is this taking so long?’’ Layla asked as she turned towards the door, running out of patience. ‘’I don’t know, do you have somewhere to be, anyways?’’ you teased her.

You heard the door behind you open, two doctors coming in with the results of your blood tests, looking at you quite displeased. One of them handed you a form, which didn’t check a lot of boxes, meaning you were fine. Except one. You looked down at the form, at one of the last boxes.

‘’Gravida.’’

You were pregnant.

Your head went completely blank, as Layla drove you back to the apartment, quiet as well. The fact that even Layla was quiet had you worrying like hell. You had no idea what to think. Was this a bad thing? Was it a good thing? You looked over at your friend, who wasn’t looking at you at all, slowly driving you past the many bars and restaurants that were slowly preparing to open up. It was terrible timing; Lewis was still at the prime of his career… and… No, fuck his career; what about him? Who says he even wants a child with you? You had only known each other for a year after all. You started to feel insanely anxious all of a sudden. How were you going to tell him? You couldn’t… it might ruin everything. This was way too much for you to handle. I’m so not ready… was the last thing that went through your mind. All you wanted to do was find Lewis, bury yourself deep in his arms and never get out.

‘’Lewis?’’ you spoke into the hallway, while walking towards your shared bedroom.

‘’In here, sweetie.’’

That gorgeous, kind accent of his had immediately made butterflies appearing in your stomach all over again. How could it not?

You found him sitting on the couch across from the bed, answering some emails, still in his workout clothes. He noticed you coming in, quietly sitting on the end of the bed.

‘’How are your pains?’’ Lewis looked up; a worried facial expression met you.

‘’Did you eat? Daniel said you and Layla were going to get some breakfast.’’

Seeing him had sparked something inside of you. This was your person, the love of your life. Why were you so nervous? He loves you; you know he does. Through the past year you had always found your courage in him, for anything. Why would this time be any different?

‘’No.’’ you said, looking out of the open doors that led to the balcony. Trying to find the courage to drop a complete bomb onto your boyfriends’ lap.

‘’Layla took me to the doctor.’’ You started, making Lewis get up from the couch.

‘’I don’t… I don’t know how…’’ you stumbled, nervously trying to make up the words. ‘’What is it, baby?’’ he asked. You looked into his eyes, searching for the last bit of strength you needed to spill the actual words.

‘’I’m pregnant.’’

Lewis eyes widened, not taking them off of you, before a small smile had started to appear on his cheeks. ‘’You’re pregnant?’’ he asks, almost desperately, as he kneeled down in front of you, tearing up at the realization. ‘’Yes, baby.’’ you smiled through your own tears.

A year later, back in London, you were laid back in a comfortable chair, in the corner of the nursery in your new-bought house, a soft lullaby was playing in the background.

Your baby girl was calmly sleeping in your arms, as you were staring at the sparkling diamond that was resting on your ring finger.

This life had taken turns you couldn’t have ever imagined. You had no clue that Lewis took you to Brazil to propose to you, one year deep into your relationship. You softly chuckled when you remembered the thoughts you were having about him losing interest in you, or not wanting to leave you out of pity. Lewis was going to be your husband, for life. He and your daughter had filled your life with so much love, you were practically drowning in it. It felt as if he took every broken piece of yourself and somehow managed to glue it all back together.

Your happy end was here, as your deepest wish had come true. You had gotten the dream you were dreaming, all this time. Lewis had become safe place. It was indescribable, being with him. Whenever he was around, you felt like you could do anything, anything at all. ‘’Impossible’’ was a word you quite literally removed from your vocabulary.

You looked down at your baby, who was now mumbling for her dadda in her sleep. You are so beautiful, you thought. Her plump lips, her small brown curls, her puffy cheeks. She was perfect, the way she resembled Lewis made you shed tears. ‘’Dadda will be home soon, baby.’’ You whispered, as you kissed her on her head, making her doze off, back into sleep.

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