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likedovesinthewindd · 3 months

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pookie!!! saw u are taking saltburn requests!!!!

thoughts on farleigh + reader with the same amount of snark as him?? like initially not being able to STOMACH each other & biting each other’s heads over (both ignoring felix’s groaned requests to “keep the peace”) and then being like…. wait why r u….kinda……

just that back and forth banter would be so good with him + ur WRITING!!! big smooches mwah

ugghh your mind!! love this and love you, sending smooches back ×100 !!! (fem!reader, wc: ±1700)

"I don't understand what's wrong?" you asked, briefly looking over your essay again before sparing your tutor a confused glance, waiting for his input instead. "There's nothing wrong with it," Farleigh's voice only deepened your frown, "It's just a little... loose."

"Loose?"

"Yeah, loose. You don't have a really strong argument," he continued, head resting in his palm as he peered at you from where he sat on the couch. "I'm sorry, but I don't agree with you. My argument is quite coherent right throughout," you said. "Maybe, but is it convincing?" he said, small smile on his lips that made your blood boil.

"Okay," you sighed softly, "How about your essay, Farleigh?" you asked, internally reveling at the way his cocky smile faltered. "I'm working on it," he huffed after a short pause. "Well until then, keep your comments to yourself."

"I was just trying to help," he retorted.

"Oh, screw you."

"Alright, I think we can end tonight's session early. Give you some time to finish up," your lecturer interrupts. "And give you, mister Start, time to actually begin?" he gives Farleigh a pointed look.

You hastily packed your things away before wordlessly making your way out. Your poor tutor must've been used to the two of yours constant arguing by now, seeing as that was how many of your sessions ended. You never saw eye to eye and the banter was stupid most of the time, but Farleigh had a way of getting under your skin like no one else could.

You were beginning to think he had some sort of personal vendetta against you, even though you really couldn't think of ways that you've wronged him in the past that deserved that sort of behavior. He loved embarrassing you, and as many times as you've tried to be the better person, you just couldn't help from slipping your own little comments, satisfaction only really gained when you managed to wipe the smug smile from his face.

Farleigh had completely spoiled your mood, and you figured the best way to forget about your day would be to go out for a few drinks. You definitely felt like a loser going to the pub alone but you wouldn't have been great company anyway. You however, very quickly regretted your decision when you saw the very source of your foul mood sitting by one of the tables causing a commotion as he often did. Felix saw him before he did, excitedly calling out to you and asking you to join them.

Farleigh wasn't as excited as the rest of the table at your presence, but you refused to let him ruin your night.

"Funny seeing you outside." Farleigh said, ashing his cigarette in the ashtay in the middle of the full table. "Why would it be funny?" you asked. He pursed his lips and furrowed his eyebrows. "You're just such a homebody, hardly see you anywhere," he said. "But it's probably for the best, right?" he added, and you already sensed a verbal lashings following. "You'll need all the extra study time if you're gonna keep up."

"Farleigh," Felix silently scolded, but by now your heart was already beating in your ears, irritation setting deep inside your chest and making you feel hot with rage.

You bit the inside of your cheek. "You always seem to forget that you got into Oxford on favors," you said, watching the way the corner of his mouth twitched, facade still holding strong. "I'm not the one partying my life away. If anyone needs extra study time, it's you." In retrospect, it probably was a low blow, but the ethical line was hardly visible when it came to Farleigh.

The silence at the table was all consuming, and Felix, like the godsend he was, decided to speak up and end the wordless staring competition between the two of you. "Okay, uhm, shots. We need shots," he said, everyone quickly agreeing with him. "C'mon Farleigh, come help me," he said, practically dragging the boy along with him.

From there it only got worse the more time the two of you spent together, which was quite frequently because you ran in the same circles. You were friends by chance, only really connected through Felix, who you've known for years. Your mothers were friends, and the two of you quickly became close through her visits to their sprawling estate, often dragging you along. You've met Farleigh through Felix, and though it was evident the two of you didn't get along, Felix was still determined to try and make it work.

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You were beyond relieved to be able to spend the summer away from uni and get a chance to breathe again without any academic stress. You had planned to visit your mother back home until Felix had asked you to come to Saltburn to spend the summer with them instead.

"C'mon," he tried, "Venetia will be so happy to see you again. And mum." You bit the inside of your cheek, contemplating his offer carefully. It wasn't an extremely difficult decision; the days at Saltburn served as some of the best memories you've ever made.

You certainly didn't regret accepting his offer either. The last few weeks have been amazing at the grand estate, exciting and overwhelming in the best way. It would've, however, been much better if Farleigh wasn't looming over you like a dark cloud. You genuinely tried to keep the peace, but he knew exactly how to aggravate you. You could see it was beginning to irritate everyone around you, especially Felix.

"Will this work for tonight?" you asked, smoothing your hand over the soft material of the dress. It was so easy to run out of appropriate attire when you had to give your best every night at Saltburn. Tonight was special, and although you weren't specially dressing up for the Henry's, you still didn't want to embarrass Elsbeth by being underdressed.

Venetia was lounging in the bed while you paced around the room. "You've already worn that dress," she said, making you huff. "I know," you whispered. "We can get something from my closet," she said as she stood up from the bed and made her way to you. "Or we can ask mum. Don't worry," she added with a smile.

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The dinner was kind of dull, the Henry to your left not nearly as entertaining as the one to Venetia's left judging by the quick glances she spared you every time one of his jokes fell flat. Every now and then, your attention would sneak over to Farleigh; a pensive look thredded between his furrowed brows when his eyes caught yours.

The highlight of your night was definitely after dinner, when sir Catton had suggested karaoke. You were quite amused by Henry's rendition as the lot of you watched as the man made a fool of himself. Farleigh took a seat next to you on the couch, sparing you a smile.

"You clean up nicely," he smiled, sparing a look down at your dress, the sparkly material reflecting the warm light from the fire. His hand ghosted over the necklace around your neck, fingers tracing over the small pendant. You prayed that he didn't notice the way your breath caught in your throat at the little bit of contact.

"Thanks," you answered, smoothing a hand over the lapel of his suit jacket. "You don't look too bad yourself." He only scoffed, eyes now focused on your hand as it retracted from his chest. You didn't spare him another look, attention refocusing on Henry's recital.

The whole affair was getting boring, and before you knew it, your thoughts were back to Farleigh, a question on your mind that you've been burning to ask him. "Can I ask you a question?" you turned, asking before you lost your confidence. He raised his eyebrow in interest, urging you to continue. "Why do you hate me?" you asked. The question caught him off guard, rendering him speechless for the first time since you've known him.

"I don't," he started before scoffing, "I don't hate you." You pursed your lips, shaking your head in disagreement. "You do. At least you act like you do." He only smiled, shuffling closer on the couch, face impossibly closer to yours as he gave you a once-over.

Even though the topic was quite loaded, it was ironically the calmest conversation the two of you have had in a long time. It was reminiscent of the time the two of you were younger and still getting to know each other. Somewhere along the line, something shifted, and he started treating you like shit. You only returned the favor.

"You weren't always this mean either," you added. His eyes still examined the expanse of your face; trailing down the slope of your nose and into the dip of your cupids bow. His attention made you feel self-conscious in a way, tongue poking out to wet your lips.

You had no reason to even feel self-conscious, but Farleigh had a special talent for making you feel small in his presence. Somewhere beneath the irritation and resentment hid a feeling that made warmth settle deep in your belly everytime you saw him. It's a feeling you only gave yourself the luxury of experiencing in the dead of the night when your thoughts were all that kept you awake. The overbearing anger would subside and then that funny feeling would settle over your body and deep inside your chest in a near painful way.

You never called it by it's name, too scared that if you did it would manifest itself and become reality. But now as the two of you sat on the couch, the cheering and singing fading into background noise as a pair of deep brown eyes stared into yours, you finally had to courage to admit it to yourself.

"I don't hate you," he repeated one more time, voice slightly breathless and a sullen look on his face. "On the contrary, actually." That made you laugh almost too loudly. "So what," you scoffed, "you act like a teenage boy and pick on me because you had a crush on me?"

He shrugged, the motion causing the refined material of his suit to rub against your arm. "Maybe I just wanted your attention," he smiled, placing a brief kiss to your cheek before briskly getting up from the couch to cut Henry's musical number short. You uncleanched your balled fists that were bunching up the expensive material of your dress, the tension leaving your body with a sigh once Farleigh's words register.

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matchavellichor · 10 months

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If you’re still taking requests then I have one 😊

Could you please write a scenario where Sebastian goes home for the Christmas holiday to make amends with Anne and Solomon (before shit happens) and he leaves Ominis and Female MC alone. They finally get to spend time alone together for once and find they have a lot more in common than rheu previously thought (they go on walks, study in the library, hang out in the undercroft) and Ominis who already had a secret little crush on her but always thought that Sebastian kinda had a claim on her, starts falling very hard and he finally decides to do something about it. Maybe they’re hanging out in the undercroft one night and he spontaneously kisses her. I would adore if you could take this into NSFW territory, I’d love the awkward yet sensual first-time sex between them if you could (and as much as I love him, please no Dominis, I want the sweet boy we meet in the game) ♥️

A.N: Thank you for this request! I absolutely adored writing this, so precious 🥹 I hope you enjoy! Also thank you to everyone else who sent a request, I'm trying to get through all of them now that I'm on break and have more time 🫶

You Drew Stars

f!MC x Ominis Gaunt - NSFW/Fluff - 5.6k words

Summary: After Sebastian leaves the castle to spend winter break in Feldcroft, Ominis' sentiments for his friend slowly begin to stretch past the bounds of what's platonically appropriate...

Tags: "Un"requited Love, Pining, Miscommunication, Loss of Virginity, First-Times, Friends to Lovers, Supportive Friend Sebastian Sallow

The library was empty as Ominis meandered his way through towards the back shelves, most of the other students having gone home for winter break. To his satisfaction, the few who had stayed didn’t share any habits of curling up with a book an hour before curfew.

He made his way to the old, royal purple chaise that he usually sat in towards the back corner of the establishment, tucked just behind a shelf on holistic gardening that no one ever frequented. He stilled when he noticed someone already there, the quiet sound of pages turning alerting him of their presence.

“Hey, Ominis,” She glanced up when she heard him approach and eyed the book in his hand curiously. “Some light reading before bed?”

“Oh, it’s you,” He scratched the back of his neck. “I was, but I think I’ll just head back to—”

“Don’t be silly,” She tucked herself towards one side of the lounge and patted the seat directly beside her. “Come on, there’s plenty of room.”

“It’s fine, really, you were here first—”

She sighed. “Will you just sit down?”

He shifted nervously in his place for a moment before finally coming to some decision and making his way towards her to take a seat. The chaise sat two people comfortably, albeit a bit cramped, their arms brushing every time either of them turned a page.

She didn’t seem to mind. Unfortunately, he didn’t possess the same level of indifference, a faint flush of pink creeping up his neck from beneath his white Oxford when she crossed her legs and her thighs brushed against his.

After finishing up her chapter, she reached over to tilt the front cover of his book towards her, her curiosity getting the best of her. She was awfully forward, if not borderline rude. He tried to disguise the fact he liked it.

“Brontë?” Her eyebrows shot to her hairline. “Developed a rebellious streak, have you, Ominis?”

“Something like that,” He mused. “Though, I suppose there are better ways to defy my parents.”

“Oh, certainly. If you spent more time with me you’d have a plethora of creative ideas by now,” She grinned. “Not that sneaking around reading Muggle literature isn’t an admirable offense, of course.”

He breathed out a laugh. “You make an enticing offer, I have to admit.”

“What can I say, I’m enticing.”

Overwhelmingly, he thought.

He accompanied her to her dorm room afterwards and tried to wipe the stupid, dreadful smile on his face the entire walk back to his own.

They fell into a simple sort of routine.

Even though they had already fit into some category of the word friends, it had never been in the same way that she was with Sebastian. The more he got to know her, the more he wondered why he hadn’t done so sooner. She was absolutely brilliant.

He quickly learned she was just as much of a night owl as he was, often walking into the common room to find her already curled up on one of the wingback chairs in front of the fireplace, waiting for him.

She’d lay out a rotating selection of Muggle literature and make him pick one for her to read to him, even if he insisted he could just cast a simple dictation spell or transfigure a copy in braille.

He quickly found his particular favorite was Jane Austen, to which she teased him relentlessly for being a bleeding heart romantic. Gods, she had no idea.

She introduced him to Mary Shelley, which he enjoyed just as much, although he posited he’d grow to appreciate just about anything as long as it was her reading it to him.

It was over steaming cups of earl gray in the common room and midday walks through the snow-crested forest that his inkling of a crush morphed into something else. Something more.

Feelings, he recognized rather ruefully, one late evening after she’d fallen asleep with her head pillowed on his lap in the common room.

Twisty, hot, almost nausea-inducing feelings. Overwhelming and nerve-wracking, but at the same time so unbelievably good, and warm, and sweet, because how could he feel anything else with her except pleasantries?

They were the kind where he found he wanted to do nothing more but stay in the private, simple routine they’d created for themselves, just the two of them. Wanted to keep living in the daydream he’d invented about their relationship, where sometimes she’d hug him goodnight a little too tightly, or sit a little too close, and it’d almost feel like she cared for him the same way he cared for her. Almost.

He ignored the guilty, nagging sensation in his gut about her relationship with Sebastian, and decided he’d let his delusions take him through the remainder of their holiday together.

Stretched out on the plush rug in front of the common room fireplace, he wrapped a hand around her ankle when she went to nudge him with a stockinged foot for the thirtieth time in the last five minutes.

“Quit it,” He didn’t glance up from where his fingers were combing over the braille in his open textbook. “You’re distracting me.”

“You’re not even studying anymore,” She wriggled her foot out of his hold and poked his thigh again in defiance. “You’re a terrible fake-reader, you know. You don’t even make your eyes move across the lines.”

“Hilarious,” He rolled his eyes, finally closing the book on his lap. “And maybe I’ve stopped studying because someone has been prodding me incessantly for the past half-hour.”

“My mental capacity has reached its limit for the night. And I’m starved,” She picked herself up from the floor, rolling her shoulders back in a stretch, before holding a hand out for him to take. “Come on, up. Let’s get something to eat.”

He waved his wand over his wristwatch. “It’s nearly one in the morning, where on earth are we going to get something to eat?”

Her lips curled into a smirk as she helped him to his feet. “I have my ways.”

He sighed a defeated breath as he let her tug him along. “Yes, I’m aware. I’m afraid that’s precisely my concern.”

“Gods, we’re going to be given twin concussions by a kitchen elf any second now. I hear Tilly’s got a particularly strong arm.” The glowing tip of Ominis’ wand cast the dark surroundings of the Hogwarts kitchens in a red hue. “Keep an eye out for any hurtling rolling pins, will you?”

“Will you stop worrying? It’s fine.” She huffed, sticking her head into one of the pantries of the kitchens before popping out a few moments later. “Apple or blueberry?”

“Both?”

She grinned, slipping back inside. “This is why we’re friends.”

“We’re friends? This is news to me.”

She narrowed her eyes at where he was poised at the doorway. “Keep talking like that and we’ll be enemies soon enough.”

“My biggest nightmare,” He teased. “I certainly would not want to get on your bad side.”

He followed her as she slipped past him out of the pantry with two magically-steaming pies in hand, making her way towards the exit of the kitchens.

“You’re certainly a lot smarter than Sebastian, then,” She glanced at him over her shoulder. “You know what’s good for you.”

You’re good for me, he thought.

“Call it self-preservation.”

“How about dinner with a view?” She stopped at the bottom stairwell of the Astronomy tower, only pale moonlight and the dim, orange glow of the scattered wall sconces to illuminate the barren hallways they’d been treading through.

He shrugged. “Doesn’t really make a difference to me, all of my dinners are without a view.”

“Oh, look who’s all clever all of a sudden.” She rolled her eyes.

He grinned. “I’ve always been clever. Do keep up.”

She balanced the pie in her hands in one arm and took his hand with the other, beginning the long, meandering ascent to the upper tower platform.

Her fingers laced so nicely with his, as if they’d been carved to mold perfectly with his own. Smaller than his, but warm, and familiar. He reveled in the privilege of getting to touch her so freely, conscious of the fact this comfortableness would most likely end as soon as Sebastian was back from Feldcroft.

They sat cross-legged with their arms draped over the metal railing, tucking into their pies and trading spoonfuls of rich, syrupy goodness. It wasn’t as cold as a normal December night, but he cast periodic warming charms over them anyways and transfigured his jumper into a blanket that turned out only marginally big enough for the both of them.

They ate in comfortable, companionable silence and all that he could think about is how he wished he could do this always. In the summer, in the spring, in the fall. That this wasn’t something temporary, something that would be robbed from him in a few short weeks.

“Didn’t realize you were such a messy eater, Ominis.” She glanced up at him, an amused smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “Where’s all that pureblood dining etiquette gone to?”

He rolled his eyes and went to feel around for a napkin, but she leaned forward instead. He sucked in a sharp breath as she braced a hand on his thigh and swiped her thumb over the side of his mouth, collecting remnants of blueberry jam, brushing over his bottom lip in a moment that seemed to stretch for an eternity, though in reality was brief and fleeting.

She sat back down in her seat, unphased, and popped the digit in her mouth, bottom teeth scraping over the pad of her thumb, sugar melting on her tongue.

His mouth felt terribly dry.

He swallowed down the sensation of longing with a spoonful of apple filling and flaky, golden crust.

Bellies full with ungodly amounts of pie, they laid beside each other on the too-small blanket, and Ominis tried to ignore the too-loud sound of his blood rushing in his ears, paired with the too-fast beating of his heart in his chest, and attempted to simply relax.

He closed his eyes and focused on something other than the consuming feeling of want prickling over his skin, setting his nerve-endings alight with the desire to touch and hold and caress. She wasn’t his to do any of those things with.

He focused on her soft, steady breathing. The rise and fall of her chest beside his.

“Merlin, it’s beautiful.” She murmured, a dazed quality to her voice.

“I’m sure it is.” He replied just as listless, though undoubtedly for other reasons.

She turned her head to face him. “Want me to describe it to you?”

He turned to face her as well and he was suddenly acutely aware of the feeling of her breath ghosting his cheek. She was so close. His voice was quiet. “Would you?”

She nodded. “Alright, close your eyes.”

He bit back a smile. “You’re such an idiot.”

She grinned. “Shut up and do it.”

He obliged with a disgruntled huff. Pleased, she turned back towards the scenery.

“It’s a full moon tonight, so everything has this almost…silver glow. Like the whole world’s been dipped in platinum.” She began.

He tried to picture it in his head, sheens of pale white cast over rolling hills and thick forest.

“You can see the entire lake from up here, never-ending and inky black, and juuust there, past the border of the forest—” She outstretched a hand. “—is Hogsmeade, with its little orange lights.”

She glanced sideways at him to see his eyes still closed, the softest smile brushing his lips.

She continued, “What’s really pretty though, is the stars. Too many to ever count. Enough to make your head dizzy, really.” She let out a laugh and he decided it was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.

“Some are brighter than others, and you can make out little pictures in the night sky. Tonight, there’s Orion looking down on us,” She tilted her head, brows knitting together as she took a moment to study him. “Actually…”

He let out a startled breath when he felt her fingertips make contact with his cheek, dragging over his skin in feather-light touches, tracing the small smattering of beauty marks there.

“You bear a remarking similarity,” She ran her index softly between the points, connecting little invisible lines. “Right here.”

He swallowed hard. “Do I?”

“Mhm,” She hummed. “It’s awfully pretty.”

She hadn’t pulled her hand back. His skin buzzed with the sensation, because her fingertips were still there, on his cheek, touching him with a softness that he had never known before in his life, with a kindness that he was so unaccustomed to.

Gentle, repetitive drags, skin-on-skin, that same prickling sensation of want having grown into something almost painful inside of him. Bubbling and overwhelming, just underneath his flesh, his fingers twitching with the desire to reach out and feel.

He was conscious of how stupid it was, mind-numbingly so, but he couldn’t bear the aching tension in his chest any longer, and he knew of only one way to acquiesce his restless heart.

He cupped her own cheek in his hand, dipped his chin forward, and captured her lips in his.

Her fingers froze against his cheek, and he could feel the slight surprise in her body language, before it quickly morphed into something else, something accepting, something satisfied. As if she’d been longing just as desperately, had been waiting for this the same way he’d been.

Her hand dragged down to thread through the fine, blonde hairs at the nape of his neck, tugging him closer to her, eliciting a sharp intake of air through his nose, settling all kinds of feelings deep behind his navel.

She parted her lips for him and he chased the syrupy taste of sugar on her tongue like he needed it to live, swallowed her quiet, breathy pants like mouthfuls of honey, sticky and saccharine and so overwhelmingly her he could drown in it.

She was so sweet, so soft, and far, far too perfect for his fantasies to have ever possibly done her justice.

When she finally broke away, he could feel her drowsy, sapless smile against his lips. He smiled back, just as giddy, an absolute fool, surely, but in the moment he couldn’t care less. He resisted the urge to dive back in. To run his tongue over her teeth and plead for more, because he knew he would most likely never get enough.

He was content then, just holding her. She tucked herself into his side, pillowed her head on his chest, and let him run his hands up and down her back. Let him bury his nose in the crown of her hair and revel in the feeling of having her there, feeling too much like his.

After that, their routine shifted into something else. Something unspoken, that didn’t really need any labels or clarifications, because it all fell into place like pieces of a puzzle. Normal and simple and easy and natural.

Because, of course he got to kiss her goodnight when he left her at her dorm room every evening. And it was only obvious that they’d lace their fingers together on their Sunday trips to Hogsmeade for a butterbeer, and sit on the same side of the booth instead of opposite each other like before. And why would she not drape her legs over his lap on that purple chaise in the library, or tuck herself into his side on that dusty, old loveseat in the Undercroft?

He wasn’t sure what he’d done to ever get so lucky, but he thanked Fortune herself every night he got to collect her in his arms and press lingering kisses to her forehead. It was an intoxicating feeling to have everything he wanted right there in his hands, soft and pliable and willing, so perfectly receptive to his touch, so eager to reciprocate with the same amount of fevered passion and affection.

Of course, there were levels of uncertainties to their relationship still. Questions he couldn’t bring himself to ask, out of fear of ruining everything. What are we and and for the love of Circe, tell me this means something to you, too poised on the tip of his tongue everytime she wrapped herself around him and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

There were boundaries, admittedly maybe only fictitious ones his own anxious brain fabricated, but ones nonetheless. He’d always ask her first before he kissed her, and she’d always respond with eager nods, blissful smiles, and her fingers curling into the front of his shirt to tug his mouth down to hers.

He adored kissing her. Maybe a bit too much. Alright, maybe alarmingly too much.

He’d spend eternity with his mouth on hers if he could, and it still wouldn’t be enough. He constantly craved the numb, bruised feeling of his lips after a particularly long makeout session. He couldn’t get enough of touching her, of being so intimate with her, of the soft and sweet and spit-sticky brushes of her tongue against his, of that aching, heated swirl he got just behind his navel.

She was bliss personified.

Crossing a leg over the other on that worn, tawny loveseat in the Undercroft, he skimmed through the pages of the paperback in his hand with his wand. A few feet away from him, she was reducing a couple training dummies into splinters of charred wood, spell after spell rolling off her tongue with ease.

His headstrong little witch. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips at how powerful she was, admiration swelling in his chest.

After getting her fix of dueling for the day and craving attention, she made her way over to him, sitting beside him, although more accurately, practically sitting on top of him. Not that he minded.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she looked up at him expectantly, and because he’d give her absolutely anything her little heart desired, he tucked his book away immediately and turned his focus towards her, pecking a kiss to her cheek. She smiled in satisfaction.

He had the tiniest inkling of a feeling that maybe he was spoiling her rotten. Not that he minded that, either.

“Tired?”

She shook her head. “Just missed you.”

He brushed the back of his knuckles against her cheek and couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his mouth. “Did you now?”

She nodded, staring down at his lips as she leaned in to press her mouth against his. Simple and natural and easy. It was a wonder how normal it seemed, as if it was something they’d always done.

Her tongue brushed against his bottom lip, pleading for entrance, and of course he obliged, because who was he to deny her anything?

He could feel the little exhale of breath against his cheek as his tongue met hers, feel the way she instinctively pressed more against him as if she wanted to mold herself to his very bones.

He loved having her like this.

Eager and passion-filled, her magic thrumming in her veins with a little added intensity, reflected in the way she kissed him, in the way she touched him.

She broke away for air, but he couldn’t help the desire to have more. He trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses over her jaw, down the length of her neck. He’d never kissed her there and he found himself particularly interested in exploring. She positively melted under his ministrations.

“Ominis,” She sighed his name on a breathy pant and the sound coursed straight to his groin, tugging at that aching desire in his gut, that heated, twisty, starved feeling that was always there when he touched her, lingering someone hidden, nursing it into something insatiable.

She reconnected her mouth to his and stoked that flickering flame inside him until it was red-hot and all-consuming.

He tangled his fingers through her hair and explored her mouth with a deliberate slowness. Languid, syrupy drags of his tongue against hers. Hot, needy breaths shared in a space between them that was far too little and far too much at the same time.

A gasp died on his tongue when she shifted in her seat to press herself even more against him, effectively straddling his lap, impatience dripping down her spine. He went rigid.

“Hold on, don’t—” His fingers dug into her waist to still her, but she had already dragged her hips flush against his, right against that aching stiffness in his trousers. His face blanched, mortified. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

She held her bottom lip between her teeth, processing the feeling of him, a very specific part of him, pressed right to the gusset of her knickers, right under her skirt. It was like someone had stricken a match, lit her nerves on fire.

She shook her head, her cheeks hot. “Don’t apologize,” She smoothed her thumb over his cheek, reassuring. “I want you, too. I want this.” She shifted minutely, tentative, right against that throbbing part of him.

His brows knit together, looking almost pained. “Gods, you can’t say things like that.”

“It’s true,” She whispered, shifting against him again, deliciously slow. The slightest roll of her hips. It was enough to ruin him completely. “Please, Ominis.”

He nodded then, forehead pressed against hers, fists white-knuckled in the starched linen of her shirt. He let his hands fall to his sides, onto the tattered pillows of the loveseat and sighed.

“Not here.” He planted a kiss on the corner of her mouth. “You deserve something nicer.”

Ominis’ dorm was certainly nicer.

Clean and tidy to the point of almost being manic, just as she imagined it would be. She glanced over at the surrounding beds and noticed his side strikingly bare in comparison, devoid of the clutter of Quidditch posters, junk and other memorabilia that you would normally expect to find in a teenage boy’s room.

His sheets were crisp and neatly-pressed, and laid back against his pillows, she could pick up the faint smell of vanilla and bergamot and, most strikingly, him.

He hovered over her there, his hands on either side of her head on the pillowcase, a pink flush dusting his cheekbones, uncertain. She found it awfully endearing.

“Have you ever…?”

He shook his head, sheepish. “No.”

She nodded.

A gnawing feeling clawed itself inside his chest, something marred and ugly and possessive, a jealousy he knew he probably had no right to feel. “Have…you?”

She shook her head. “Never.”

His brows furrowed, confusion and surprise and a faint sense of relief etched into his features. “Really? You and Sebastian never…?”

She sputtered. “Me and Sebastian?”

“Er…yes? I assumed you two had already been—”

“Dear gods, no,” She laughed, as if the mere notion were hysterical. She looked at him bewildered. “Where on earth did you ever get that impression?”

“I don’t know, you’re both always spending so much time together.”

“As friends.” She choked. “If I’m being completely honest, I’ve always harbored a bit of a crush on you.”

It was his turn to sputter. “On me?”

She smiled. “Yes, it’s a bit embarrassing, actually. I’m surprised Sebastian’s never told you. He’s tormented me about it since the moment he found out.”

Ominis winced and let his head fall forward, voice muffled in the collar of her shirt. “Gods, I’ve been such an idiot.”

“Well, that’s only natural,” She teased, raking her nails softly through the hair on his nape. “Don’t worry, I won’t hold it against you.”

He picked his head up. “So, I…we could’ve been doing this, so much sooner?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Been wanting to get into my pants for very long, have you, Ominis?”

He groaned. “That’s not what I meant,” She watched as he worried his bottom lip between his teeth, embarrassment tinging his cheeks. “I’ve liked you for quite a while.”

“Have you?” She grinned. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” He murmured. “A bit of pining was good for me. Humbling.”

She tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear. “Yes, I’m sure you’re not very used to not getting what you want, hm?”

“Mmh,” He hummed, non-committal, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Terribly spoiled, I’m afraid.”

“I won’t hold that against you, either.”

She laced her fingers behind his neck, tugging him forward to bring his lips down to hers again. Ominis could barely contain the euphoric feeling of relief in his chest, of completion, of blissful satisfaction in knowing the witch underneath him was his and only his.

He let his hands wander, explore, caress, tugging her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and running his hands over the creamy smooth expanse of her stomach. He let his lips roam with just as much fervor, trailing down the length of her neck, scraping biting kisses over her collarbone, over the soft curves of her jaw.

“Take this off me,” She pleaded in between kisses, breathless, and he would be a fool if he didn’t immediately oblige. Slender, deft fingers turned clumsy and unpracticed in the heat of the moment, fumbling over buttons and the zipper of her skirt with a lot more lack of finesse than he was used to doing most things in life. His heart was pounding too loud in his ears for him to care.

If she was anything she was impatient, and he quickly learned this impatience would be the very bane of his existence, as she proceeded to grind her hips up to meet his every time he tried to pause and regain some level of composure.

She seemed to take a form of sick gratification in the way he’d curse under his breath at the feeling of the soaked fabric of her knickers, rubbing back and forth against that stiff, aching part of him, nearly bringing him to completion.

He crawled down her body before she could torture him any longer, hooking his fingers into the hem of her knickers and tugging it down to pool at her ankles. He left a trail of wet, open-mouth kisses in his descent, dragging his tongue down the line of her sternum, slow and deliberate.

She tensed. “You don’t have to—”

“Please,” He nosed at the soft curve of her stomach, his breath warm against her skin, eyes half-lidded behind blonde eyelashes. “I want to. Please let me.”

Her voice was quiet, anticipated. “Okay.”

It was all he needed to kiss her there, lips pressed to her dripping core, sucking just slightly, tentatively, just enough to make her gasp. His tongue was velvety smooth, purposefully slow, as if savoring it, savoring her.

“Tastes good,” He murmured against her cunt in a hum, lips sticky and glistening, voice hoarse and gravely with want. “Tastes s’good. Mmh.”

She couldn’t stifle her moans as he lapped at her firmer then, more focused, dragged the tip of his tongue and swirled it around that sensitive little bundle of nerves he had already deduced made her hips writhe and her hands tangle in his hair, pulling, pleading.

He didn’t know exactly what he was doing, but Ominis prided himself on being a very intuitive learner — and there was no better lesson than her nails raking over his scalp and her mewls muffled against the back of her hand every time he evidently did something right with his tongue. In this more than anything, he was determined to get all O’s.

“Oh, gods, Ominis,” She breathed out, and that was all it took for him to break, for him to push two fingers inside her cunt, wrap his lips around her clit, and suck. Hard, until her toes curled at either side of his hips on the bedding, and her head was thrown back onto the pillows, and she was repeating please, please, please like a prayer — as if she’d ever have to beg him for anything.

He pulled her over the edge with a groan against her cunt, fingers pressing into that little spot on her walls that made her vision white over with stars, melting her muscles into a puddle of ecstasy. Coaxed her through it, lapping at the wetness until she was reduced to shudders and breathy, shaky pants.

“You’re so beautiful,” He climbed over her, chest heaving, pressing kisses to her cheeks. He rambled praises, utterly sapless, euphoric, and if she didn’t know any better she’d think he was coming down from the high of his own orgasm with how giddy he sounded. “Oh my gods, you’re so unbelievably perfect. Sounded so good — tasted so good, fuck. You’re just—”

She kissed him then, not minding that she could taste herself on his tongue. Slow and sweet, her head dizzy with endorphins. He liked her like this.

Reaching down between them, she ran her hand down the placket of his briefs, palmed the evidence of his arousal, reveled in the way his lips faltered against hers. She dipped her fingers past the elastic of his waistband, and the whimper he let out when she finally wrapped her hand around him was nothing short of depraved.

“Want to be inside of you,” He pleaded, his hips rutting of their own accord against her palm, warm and slick with desire, a sticky bead of pre-cum pooling at the tip. He felt so thick in her hand. “Please, want— want it so bad.”

He couldn’t bear the restriction any longer, tugging his shorts down his thighs, exposing alabaster skin and flushed pink and so much of him she couldn’t pull her eyes away.

He notched himself at her entrance, lips hovering over hers, asking for permission without words, and all she could do was fervently nod to keep herself from begging.

He laced his fingers with hers as he slowly pushed in, gasps shared between their lips, foreheads pressed together. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him closer, urging him for more.

His voice was wrecked when he spoke. “Is this — am I hurting you? Is this alright?”

She shook her head. “You’re perfect —you feel so perfect.”

He groaned, surging forward to capture her lips in his, pouring every ounce of devotion and adoration into the way his tongue brushed against hers, as he slowly rocked his hips, in and out, cautious, shallow thrusts.

“Please, more,” She whispered, quiet, needy, and he couldn’t help but oblige. He bottomed out inside of her, his head falling to her shoulder, and eased his hips back to meet hers with a sharp thrust.

She was overwhelmed by the novel and absolutely foreign feeling of being so full. That dull sting where he was stretching her out around him, that pleasurable ache where he was pressing up into her walls — it was all revoltingly delicious. She never wanted it to stop.

“Christ, you’re — fuck,” Her fingers wrapped around his bicep for support, nails digging little crescent-shaped marks into his skin. “You’re so deep—oh my gods, please move, please, please move,”

He was half-convinced he’d cut out his own beating heart in that moment and present it to her if she asked. He braced himself with his fingers splayed warm and broad on her hip, holding maybe a bit too tightly, and fucked into her with steady, deep thrusts, her legs wrapped around his waist.

“Yes, yes, yes,” She gasped, his cock pressing deep into that sensitive spot inside of her. She could feel that winding knot behind her navel being pulled taut, being stretched tighter and tighter until she felt like she might break. “Like that, just like that — fuck, please don’t stop, please don’t stop,”

Ominis had by no means a dirty mouth, was never, ever crass by an definition of the word, but hearing her pleading in his ear, feeling her squeeze so tightly around him, slick and warm and utterly divine — he couldn’t stop the endless litany spilling from his mouth, delirious from how good she felt as he thrust into her thoroughly, his self-restraint slipping out of him like grains of sand through open fingers.

“You’re so perfect. My angel, oh my gods, all mine. Mine, mine, mine. Gorgeous, so gorgeous, you’re so tight, so tight around me. Fuck, I can’t stop, I can’t — I need —I need you, I love this, I love this so much, fuck, fuck, fuck, I love this, I love—”

His words died on a strangled moan as he finished inside of her, pumping into her until he pulled her over the edge along with him, electrifying her nerve-endings into bliss. He pressed his lips to hers like he needed her to breathe, like the only oxygen he desired was the ones she would give him from her very own lungs.

She spoke first, dazed. “That was—”

He let out a laugh, soft and pleasure-rough, the slightest bit drowsy. “Amazing. Brilliant. You’re absolutely brilliant.”

She returned his gleaming smile with her own, teasing.

“You’ve only just noticed?”

It took one look. The raucous bustle of other students still disembarking around him, yet his attention was trained on his two friends smiling and waiting up for him.

His eyes darted between the two, briefly combing over the faint bites of purple on her neck that was peeking out just slightly from beneath the green and silver of her scarf, then finally dipped to where their hands were surreptitiously clasped behind layers of cloaks, and he immediately knew.

Sebastian dropped his suitcase on the weathered boards of the dock with a thunk and ran up to clap his hands on his friends’ shoulders with a sly smile and a satisfied glint in his eyes.

“Fucking took you two long enough.”

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #sebastian sallow x reader #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x mc #hogwarts legacy ominis #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #hogwarts legacy imagine

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witchymadness · 1 year

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How They Get Jealous

(w/ Gwendoline Christie's Characters)

[A/N]: hello people, I have returned. Again, really just wrote this on a caffeine-fueled whim, but please enjoy.

Brienne of Tarth

-This kinda went a little too serious but I'll make it up with some fluff at the end.

-Brienne doesn't really get jealous.

-Well-- sort of.

-Brienne gets insecure.

-Whenever she sees you getting too close to someone, the thoughts of dejection claws it's way into her brain.

-She trusted you, more than anything. But she never confronts you about it, because what if you found her being insecure annoying?

-That and she was afraid that whatever she may accuse you of is true.

-My baby just needs a hug.

-Though sometimes, she would not be able to help it. Especially, if it was someone under her that flirted with you.

-Even if it went against her beliefs, she made them run a few extra laps, going a little overboard for their practice duels and having her sword at her opponent's neck, sometimes even drawing blood.

-The small corruptions makes Brienne even more frustrated, having her morals tarnished by her stupid feelings.

-One day, the three of you, Pod included, went out hunting.

-Pod was an exceptional young man, and was almost like a son to Brienne and a brother to you.

-She never really saw Pod as a threat, but sometimes, she would hear whispers of how you and Pod were getting closer together.

-Rumours started to appear that you two were dating.

-You and Brienne never went public with your relationship, her fearing that you might be kidnapped or hurt because of her.

-She's kinda regretting that decision as she can't exactly fend off the nasty men that tries to get a little too close to you.

-You and Pod were gathering some firewood, as the cold and dark night enveloped the mountains.

-Brienne stayed behind to guard the camp, sitting inside her tent. You insisted since she was already pretty tired, carrying the various animals you (it was just Brienne tbh, you caught a bunny and that's it) had caught.

-You guys took a little too long.

-Brienne's mind, already exhausted, was thinking about the rumours. It was filling her mind with things she didn't even want to see.

-When you came back, Brienne's eyes was already welling with tears that she didn't even realize were there.

-She didn't even hear your footsteps as the two of you approached the camp.

-You gleefully called out her name, but no response.

-It had you worried, a little.

-JUST A LITTLE.

-*insert to you almost flipping the tents upside down*

-You did realize that Brienne was inside soon enough and your panic subsided. But still, you were wondering why Brienne was silent.

-Seeing her staring at nothing, her eyes red and tearing up, it broke your heart into a million pieces.

-"Darling..." you called out softly, afraid that speaking any louder would shatter her.

-She didn't respond, only turning her head to look at you.

-Tears streamed down her eyes, an expression that you couldn't even fathom appearing on her face.

-Apologetic? Hurt? A need for something? It was none of them and all of them at once.

-Whatever it was, you didn't want to see it on her face again.

-You ran to her, embracing her so tightly, hoping that it would evaporate the tears that stained her beautiful face.

-"Brienne... What happened, darling? Talk to me, please. What happened?"

-You were frantic, fumbling over your own words, looking for an answer as you held her face in your hands, desperately trying to wipe the tears from her eyes.

-You didn't even notice that you were crying yourself.

-Loud sobs wracked her body as you looked at her. She couldn't deny that that was the look of pure love. Whatever fear she had inside of her, whatever poison that was implanted there vanished.

-"Brienne?" you whispered again.

-"I'm sorry."

-"N-no! You don't have to be sorry. You did nothing wrong."

-"All this time, I was so afraid of losing you. I was afraid, when you were here by my side all that time."

-"Is that why? Oh, Brienne. I would never leave you, alright?"

-"I know. I'm sorry."

-"Don't be. It's okay." You let out a watery laugh. "Gods, I get jealous all the time. Who wouldn't be if they had a woman like you?"

-"(Y/N), darling, save the flattery."

-"It's true. That's why I punched that asshole last week."

-"Is that so?"

-Before she could make the realization of why you seemed to be a tad bit more violent towards a few men of hers, always wanting to beat them at every duel, you sat yourself on her lap, peppering her face with kisses.

-After that, she did talk to Pod over the small dinner you had.

-And slowly, her confidence had started to rise.

-She glares at the men while standing behind you.

-And when you did notice how the men's faces seemed to look paler and looked like hell currently eating them from the inside out, she just pretends like she didn't even notice or smiles at you.

Lucifer Morningstar

-Lucifer Morningstar doesn't get jealous.

-Course not.

- :)

-SO THEN OUT OF NOWHERE THIS MASSIVE FIREBALL JUST ACCIDENTALLY STUMBLES INTO YOUR OFFICE PARTY AND DIRECTLY AT THIS GUY WHO WAS TRYING TO HIT ON Y--

-"Lucifer."

-"Why are you calling me that?"

-"LUCIFER!"

-"Yes, angel?"

-(A/N: This is possibly the best trait that I've given Lucifer. It's so hot. I swear. Look at me with those faux-ass puppy eyes while plotting murder, please.)

-They had to admit that it was both hot and scary seeing you like this.

-"You cannot just smite my co-worker."

-"I can, angel. That's literally the whole point of being the Devil."

-"LUCE!"

-"Okay, I know. But that guy was literally all over you, what did you expect me to do?"

-"Well, this would all have been avoided if you actually came."

-*fast forward to your office Christmas Party*

-Lucifer came dressed in black and red, their signature color.

-You were absolutely speechless.

-"Great, a party about my father."

-"Don't worry, I'll make it fun, angel." You winked at her.

-At that moment, Lucifer thought that the night was going to go smoothly.

-Meeting your co-workers was a bore.

-And the absolute nightmare was meeting your boss. While they were bored, they went through his mind and found all the nasty shit he was thinking about while talking to you.

-To them, this was an absolutely smotable reason.

-Now fuming, they forcefully snatched your arm and muttered something about going to the bathroom.

-They blasted through a stall and slammed you against the wall.

-Without saying anything, Lucifer smashed their lips to yours.

-Any annoyance you had was melted away. Plus, the alcohol was really getting to your head and Lucifer's tight cocktail dress just so happens to ride up a little too high.

-"Give me 15 minutes. Don't leave the bathroom."

-"But--"

-"Be a good girl for mommy, won't you?"

-Lucifer had a 'talk' with that creep.

-And you had a little treat when they returned. And that sort of made up for smiting your boss.

-Safe to say it took a couple more tries to get the smiting down to a reasonable curse for all their eternity.

-Still, Lucifer was as protective of you as ever.

-You wouldn't have it any other way.

Larissa Weems

-Out of the three, Larissa was probably the least frequent person to get jealous.

-But she was also the fieriest one.

-Jesus, this woman would literally stare daggers at the person. She would, without a word, snatch you away mid-conversation. And when drunk, she would make out with you right on the spot.

-Okay, but Marilyn Thornhill had taken a liking to you.

-You were just happy that you had someone to nerd out with.

-And you spent more time hanging out in the greenhouse.

-You started helping around her more, almost forgetting that you were Larissa's intern.

-The faculty members had a party just before the Rave'n. For the teachers to have a little time off for themselves too, you supposed.

-You were having a blast, as you finally got time with your girlfriend, although you had to keep it lowkey. It was also your first time hanging out with Marilyn outside of school, so safe to say, it was a fun night.

-But for Larissa, it was hell. (Say hi to Luce.)

-She was basically glaring daggers at the redhead.

-Her poor wine glass suffered through it all, as she imagined that it was Marilyn's neck instead.

- :)

-Larissa's MAD mad.

-Just as the night was about to end, most were pretty tipsy. But BOY, Larissa was DRUNK.

-Marilyn pulled you aside, taking your hand in hers.

-She was asking you out to the Rave'n.

-"(Y/N), these past few weeks, I know that we've grown--"

-But before your mind could process what was happening, you just saw red.

-Literally. Larissa had spilled red wine all over the two of you mid-conversation.

-"Oh, I'm terribly sorry Ms. Thornhill, Ms. (L/N). Whoops!"

-A laugh escaped from her lips, one so clearly uncoordinated. Her head tilted sideways, resting on your shoulder though she was a little too tall for it to even look anywhere natural.

'This fucking giraffe is going to be the death of me.'

-You knew that Larissa would not want this on her record, right now she was babbling on about... Types of wines. And you also knew that she was doing it because she was jealous. If you didn't take her home now, chances are she'll probably commit a crime and you just didn't want that on your conscience.

-"Marilyn, I'm sorry. I need to go back to the academy."

-"But, (Y/N)--"

-"H-UEY! THE LAYD'R SED T'H BACKOUFFF!"

-(Hey! The lady said to back off!)

-My sweet, babbling angel.

-"Larissa, I don't really think you are a part of this conversation so would you please let me talk to (Y/N)?"

-NONONONOFUCK--

-Marilyn herself was a little tipsy.

-And now, you felt stone cold sober as you watched the goofy smile completely leave Larissa's face.

-Although wobbly, she stood in front of Marilyn and grabbed her by the coat, bending down to her height.

-She growled, "If you ever wish to speak to my girlfriend again, or even speak at all. Do not ever speak to me in such a manner."

-You pulled Larissa away and took her home. She sort of cried, but the two of you sorted things out.

-In general, Larissa will act tough with the person she's jealous of. But when she finally gets to talk it out with you, all of the trauma she had in her time with Gomez and Morticia.

-You always reassure her that you'll never leave her though.

-She's also a really messy drunk, so never leave her alone in a bar, please.

And don't forget to lock the door if she's drinking inside.

#Gwendoline Christie #gwendoline christie x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer moringstar #Brienne of Tarth x Reader #brienne of tarth #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems

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silvervioletvalentine · 11 months

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🏑!American boy! 🏑

Pairing: Quinn hughes x OC F1 driver Cherrie Valentine

Word count: 11k

Summary: in which she swears she’ll never be as stupid as her brother and fall in love in America when her whole life is back in Monaco.

Or ; the week of falling in love.

Warnings- fluff. Cherrie a bit of a drama queen, rich bitch? A bit of crapping on backward caps and america? I don’t even know. Mostly fluff I think . Cute shit ya know.

A/N -okay I know this is like, a world away from my usual f1 driver fics but I’ve been having writers block then I watched a hockey game and remembered the huge crush I used to have on Quinn. Apparently it’s not gone so. Wrote this. I don’t know. First nhl oneshot… soooo, kinda a small glimpse I guess. Might write more for Quinn maybe. Anyways. Let me know what u think xoxo

The scowl could not be wiped from Cherries face as she stared down her brother , who was laying casually against the couch snacking on candy like he wasn't the one that had pleaded for her to be here like a cry baby.

The French woman couldn't believe the nerve her brother had to drag her from beautiful , warm and luxurious monaco and have her travel all the way to... Vancouver . Only to greet her with a casual 'hey' and a head nod like he hasn't went nearly six months without seeing his sister.

"I can't believe this." Her accent was thicker than his was, seeing as her brother had been living in America for a couple of years now. Travelling around like a wayyard hippy , sending her selfies every weekend of some new destination.

She was happy for him. He had spent months of the year flying out to her races and staying back in Monaco with her too. Up until this year when her brother had declared himself in love and suddenly wanting to settle down. In Vancouver. She just couldn't believe it.

She was feeling more than a little annoyed and bitter about his sudden decisions. Certain that he wasn't thinking this through properly , having always thought that her brother would end up living somewhere a little closer to her.. at least within france. That had been the plan. But now some American girl had apparently bewitched her lovesick brother and now he didn't want to leave at all.

Instead he was making her fly all the way out here to a place she did not want to be in. At all.

Cherrie was Monaco. She was Milan. She was Paris. She was €3000 white jeans and dainty diamonds, she liked the high life. Just like her French mother who was also having a crisis at the thought of her son settling down in America of all places. Something that Cherrie and her mother liked to rant about at brunch in Monaco , a far cry from the life that Leon was living here.

She kind of wanted to cry. Kind of wanted to drag him back home with her too. She missed her brother and she didn't want him to be so far away.

So she couldn't help but be a little upset . And a little pissy with his decisions , even if he was happy. She wasn't. And she liked things her own way. No way else.

"Why would you want to stay here leon? This is like-this is like a -" she didn't even have words for it as she glanced around the boring mans apartment that looked like teenage boys lived in it. Messy and bland, no taste at all.

She wanted to be sick. "Nightmare! You're turning into a fratboy like on those shows! You're even-" she swallowed in disgust as she stared in horror at her brothers head. "-you're wearing a cap backwards!" She couldn't believe it.

What had happened to her linen pant wearing brother who wouldn't be seen dead without his fancy shirts and Rolex?

He was lounging on the couch in grey joggers, a jersey and backwards cap! Cherrie thought she was going to be sick. Maman was going to have a stroke!

Leon just rolled his eyes at his sisters dramatics, used to het snobby and judging behaviour by now. She never did like anything unless it was done her way. But he loved her none the less. Hence why he had wanted her to come visit him so badly, wanted to show her that it wasn't so bad here.

That it could be home. In more ways than one.

"Don't be so ridiculous. This is the style here. I look cool." He told her matter of factly , always happy to fit in. "Would you just relax?" He exclaimed.

She shot him a look "relax?" She scoffed , eyeing him judgmentally. "You're living like a fratboy in America! Poor maman is having a crisis! She thinks this is a cry for help!" She shot back at him , unimpressed as she glanced around his apartment "I'm starting to think she's right! You've traded Monaco for Vancouver! Who would do this?!" She just didn't get it.

Her brother merely sighed and told her "a man in love would. Sarah is the love of my life Cherrie. She makes this place feel like home." With a lovesick smile on his face, unashamed . Not bothered by the disgusted look he was receiving from his sister.

She was cringing , horrified . "Love? Love couldn't keep me here. This is insane! Nobody is worth this!"

Leon rolled his eyes again "what do you know? You've never been in love but one day you will be and you'll get it then." He tried convincing her. Unable to wait for the day that she understood.

He just hoped that it was soon. His sister was far too cold and cynical recently . Her life was racing, champion and Diamonds. No time for love apparently. He just wanted her to be happy , to have a taste of what it felt like to not need anything but the embrace of your partner to feel happiness. It was a special feeling.

Cherrie just wasn't having it. Too stubborn to take him seriously . "I would never live in America for a guy. I'll fall in love with a Frenchman if anything. Much easier." She muttered unimpressed with him as she clutched her purse to her, feeling her phone buzz in her pocket. No doubt her new friends for the night asking where she was. Having planned to get some drinks and have some fun.

Leon just smirked a little, looking at her confidently. "I bet you that you'll grow to love it here. There's just something about it.." he sighed happily "I promise you. By the end of the week you won't want to leave." He told her.

Cherrie couldn't have laughed any louder if she tried. "Ha! I don't think so! But whatever.. are you coming with me?" She had mentioned her clubbing plans to him earlier. Wanting to party so it felt still a little like home.

Unfortunately leon shook his head "I can't. I'm having beers with the guys . They’re coming over and we're gonna watch the game..." he trailed off once he noticed her disbelieving look. "What?"

She just couldn't believe it "you’re turning too American! Are you trying to hurt my and mamans heart leon? Because you're breaking them!" She dramatically let him know. Upset that so much was changing lately. She hated it.

Leon just snorted, used to her guilt tripping behaviour. It had no affect on him whatsoever. She was a drama queen. Always had been and always would be.

"Shut up." He groaned "and the guys are really nice alright? So I want you to be.." he looked at her seriously.

She just looked at her brother with a confused frown, not understanding him. Hating that she was sounding more French than he did. Hating that his accent was fading so quickly. Hating it all.

"To be what? I'm not talking to them. They're your friends not mine!" She was quick to let him know. Wanting no part in it.

Leon looked at her in disbelief "you have to talk to them for that exact reason Cher! Plus they've been asking about you. They're big fans!" He told her with a grin. Amused by the way his sister managed to capture everyone's attention even when she wasn't even there.

It didn't help that he bragged about her every chance he got. He was very proud of her. He made sure everyone knew what a legend she was. Always. Including his new friends who couldn't believe that his sister was THE Cherrie Valentine. F1 driver and two times world champion. Hopefully 3 soon.

She was a star all around the world. And ever since drive to survive had hit Netflix , everybody knew her name now. Even outside of the usual f1 fans. She was popular . That was an understatement. People either loved her or absolutely hated her. She was known at his ice queen who was more mean than she was nice. Beautiful but deadly. She had everyone hooked.

Cherrie simply didn't give a shit about what anyone thought of her. All she cared about was winning another championship , her family and convincing her brother to come home. That was it.

"Oh no. I don't like talking to new people! You can't make me!" She almost whined, hating making new friends. She didn't want any nor did she need any. She had her close circle And that was enough.

Leon let out a small laugh "you sound like Quinn's inner dialogue. He hates meeting new people too." He muttered in amusement. Having a feeling that the two would get along great if his sister wasn't so scary and stubborn.

Unfortunately he had a horrible feeling that she'd scare him off and make him wish that he had never met her. He crossed his fingers and prayed that she would be nice for once.

"Sounds like a smart guy." She simply replied running a hand through her hair, checking out her tight dress in the mirror. Making sure she looked good. "But I still don't want to-"

"All I'm asking is that you be nice! I'm not asking you to marry them. God! I'm just asking that you filter yourself a little!" He argued, exasperated with her already. And she had only been here not even a day.

She was offended "I will be myself. Thank you. And If they don't like it then that's their problem." She snapped back at him, annoyed. Stomping to the door in her high heels. "Goodbye leon! Maybe by the time I get back you will have found your brain again!"

Her brother simply laughed "and maybe you'll stop being such a bitch!" He shook his head to himself in amusement as he heard her muttering curses in French, cursing out America and him before she slammed the door behind her in a mood. "I don't think so." He muttered grinning.

It was nearly eleven by the time his friends finally started asking Leon about his sister again, Jack and Trevor grinning at him, excited at the thought of meeting her.

"Is she really as scary as everyone says she is?" Trevor wanted to know. Passing them all another round of beers as they paused their game of fifa for a moment to chat.

Leon chucked a little, looking at them in amusement. Jack looking equally as intrigued , Quinn was merely relaxing back into the couch quietly, not speaking. Just listening.

"She really isn't!" He wanted them to like her, wanted to paint her in the best light.

“She's actually really nice. She's just a bit-" of a bitch

"-blunt and lacking a filter sometimes. So I guess it intimidates people. But she's actually - deep down- really lovely and such a sweetheart-"

His exaggerated truth was abruptly cut off by the slamming of his front door hitting against the wall making them all nearly jump out of their skin. Jack gasped a little in fright while Trevor nearly dropped his beer, Quinn flinching a little in shock as they all glanced over to the hallway quickly.

"Just socialise a little more Cherrie! Go out and have some fun!" She mocked her mother's voice in Annoyance as she stormed inside in a fury, too angry to realise that he wasn't alone.

“And you know that got me ?! A fucking slap to the face! This bitch-"

"Cherrie-" he brother tried to warn her, already wincing in embarrassment as they all watched her throw her bag to the side in anger. Stomping into the open kitchen without even glancing at him, a bright pink hand mark on her cheek.

"God that's insulting bitches by calling her that!" She scoffed angrily. Furious even.

"she was crazy! Screaming at me about her boyfriend as though it was my fault that he's a cheater! He failed to mention her stupid ass when he was trying to shove his tongue in my-" she turned around ready to rant to her brother about her horrible night when she froze up at the sight of three other pairs of eyes watching her in both shock and amusement.

"Oh." She breathed out with a grimace "American boys."

She suddenly remembered about Leon telling her that he was having his new friends over, a little too late.

She glanced between them carefully , eyes lingering on the dark haired guy on the loveseat for a little longer than necessary before she looked away, inhaling deeply.

Fucking shit. She thought.

"Nice night?" Trevor joked with a smirk , wide eyes looking at her in awe. Jack not too far off, his mouth had even dropped open as they all stared at the world champion in front of them in a tiny black dress and killer heels with a slapped cheek, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else but there.

She just glanced at her brother with a wince "je suis désolé. I forgot." She muttered . Not knowing whether to just walk past them to her room or god forbid... speak to them.

Fucking hell.

Leon just chuckled "it's alright. This is Jack and Trevor.." he nodded to the two wide eyed guys next to him with a small smirk "and the quiet one over there is Quinn." He told her.

She just nodded her head, briefly glancing over at Quinn again. Seeing him already looking up at her , only to look away as soon as she met his eyes.

She frowned "bonjour." Was all she said, eyeing the hallway behind them. Wondering if she could just slip away without her bother scolding her for being rude.

"Oh my god. You're even hotter in person. You look amazing." Trevor breathed out, snapping out of his shock as he tried to send the Frenchwoman a wink. Jack chuckling beside him , shaking his head at him.

Quinn just looked at him, unimpressed. Fighting the sudden urge to roll his eyes as he glanced subtly back over to Cherrie , eyes lingering on her as he watched her shift on her feet. Clearly not impressed either.

He tried not to smile as he saw her looking blankly back at Trevor , not even hesitating in shutting him down.

"I take it you're one of the boys getting my brother to wear his caps backwards?" She sniffed , disinterested.

A Frenchman had once told her in a bar that she was as beautiful as a field of rare flowers in a dream.

Getting called hot didn't faze her at all.

He nodded proudly , not picking up on her distaste for it at all. Jack slowly turned his cap back the right way , fighting back a laugh as he did so.

Briefly looking over at his brother only to see Quinn’s eyes still on Cherrie , his lips quirked up as he lifted his hand up to his face to hide his smile. Jacks eyebrow rose in surprise , not expecting that reaction at all from his quite, timid older brother.

"Yeah. Looks good huh?" He grinned. Leon laughing at the look on his sisters face.

"Pierre does it too. I told him he looks like a stupid jackass." She simply said before turning around to get herself a glass of water , hoping to sober up quicker.

The slap to the face had been a real mood killer.

Trevor paused "wait..you don't like the look?" He said offended. Looking at Jack in disbelief once he saw his cap the right way forward again.

Cherrie just shrugged boredly as she sipped at her glass, not even glancing at them anymore. Wondering how the hell she was going to enjoy a full week here. Already missing Monaco. French boys and champagne.

"It reminds me of boysluts-" her brother laughed quietly "fuckboys." He quickly corrected her already knowing what she meant. She just rolled her eyes and muttered "same thing."

"Very American I suppose." She sighed , homesick. Kicking off her heels and losing six inches to her height, Quinn's eyebrow raising in amusement as he watched her fall back to barely 5,6. He wondered how she even walked in such things. Surely her ankles must be killing her?

He watched her wince and rub her claves together and pressed his hand further against his mouth , wondering why he was fighting back a smile so badly. Wondering why he was even thinking so much about the woman in front of him at all. She clearly didn't like them. Clearly wasn't happy being here..so why couldn't he tear his eyes away from the moody , insanely fucking beautiful Frenchwoman?

Jack laughed loudly "well you are in America. Sorry to burst your bubble." He teased , having already been clued in by Leon about how pissed off his sister was about being there instead of sweet Monaco.

“It's nice to meet you finally though. I thought Leon was lying when he told us that his sister was the current world champion." He said hoping to make friends with her, he had to try. Being Cherrie valentines friend was a one off chance. One in a million.

He was going to be her friend whether she liked it or not.

Leon grinned to himself, knowing this. Trevor and Jack weren't going to be scared away easily. Trevor was already trying to put a cap on his sisters head, unafraid of the glares she was sending his way.

Batting his hand away from her with a loud sigh "I know. I can't believe it either sometimes. I am the amazing , talented one of the family. Leon is just the.." she smirked at her brother "idiot. Stupid in love and stupid in America apparently. Quite a difference." She couldn't help the jab. Petty as ever.

Unfazed, her brother just snickered. "Okay miss ice queen. Just because you don't believe in love-"

Quinn repeated quietly in disbelief "you don't believe in love?" Without even realising it until it suddenly went quite.

He looked up from his feet to see them all looking back at him, Cherrie unbothered, the guys in shock that he had spoken up so suddenly.

He ignored the look Jack sent his way, clearing his throat quietly and hoping the flush in his neck wouldn't reach his face. He fidgeted with his beer bottle instead. Feeling his heart race in his chest the longer she looked at him.

She groaned a little "no. It's not that- I do. Just not for me. I'm not going to fall in love so stupidly." She told him , believing what she was saying.

She looked at Quinn , took in his black sweatpants and oversized sweatshirt , his hair a mess, long and uncut. Unshaven with a healing cut on his nose and frowned a little to herself , swallowing as she felt her throat suddenly go dry. Forcing herself to look away from him when he didn't say anything else, simply looking down at his bottle of beer and not acknowledging her anymore.

What was his problem?

Actually , what was her problem?

The vodka shots. She suddenly thought to herself. That was why she wanted him to look at her again. Obviously. It could only be that.

"Someday you will and I'll be there to make fun of you and tell you I told you so." Leon told her with a grin as he turned the game back on . Pulling Trevor back down to the couch so that he would stop annoying his sister by trying to put a cap on her head, unable to let her comment go like a child.

Cherrie just scoffed and turned away to head back into the kitchen.

"I don't think so." She denied, she would never do something so stupid.

Not even an hour later she had changed out of her dress and into a silk , white nighty and some fuzzy slippers and snook her way back to the kitchen for something to eat. Hearing loud laughter and boyish shouting from the couch as they watched some game on tv, despite it being past midnight already.

Bending down to look into the fridge , she frowned in dismay . Seeing nothing but old takeout containers and crap. The fridge was so full with different brands of things that she had never seen before , she had no clue what to eat . Didn't know if she dared.

She couldn't wait to tell their mother about his poor diet and new living. He was going to be in for a scolding of a lifetime for living like some frat boy, their mother had brought them up better than that.

"Your cheek is still a little pink." The sudden low voice nearly made her jump out of her skin.

Flinching in fright as she spun back around with a curse "putain! oh mon Dieu! Quinn!" She place her hand on her poor heart with a heavy exhale , glaring at him.

He looked a little bashful then , smiling a little apologetically at her.

His cheeks flushing as he muttered a quiet "does it hurt still?" His eyes glued to his feet again .

For a moment she could only look at him in pure confusion , heart still racing and wondering how he had managed to sneak off from the others without anyone noticing. She wondered if he was always this quiet or if he just hated her.

She was so used to guys being loud and arrogant , she was a woman in a mans sport , she had never dealt with a man being shy or bashful around her before .

She didn't know they could be like this, so the first thing she thought was that he simply didn't like her. Unused to it.

"Does what hurt?" Her accent was even thicker than usual. Both from tiredness and confusion. Tucking her long hair behind her shoulder , suddenly feeling out of place in the plain kitchen in her white silk nighty that barely hit mid thigh. White faux fur on the edges.

She leaned back against the counter with some resemblance of confidence , wondering what the hell was wrong with her. Why the hell did she care about what she looked like all of a sudden?

She didn't . She didn't. No. She was just tired, that's all.

Quinn's eyes slowly trailed up from his feet , pausing on her bare legs for a moment, lips quirking for a second as he saw the white silk and faux fur, before they quickly darted to meet her eyes again. Heart jumping in his chest.

"Your cheek. The slap.." he reminded her quietly , gently nudging her out of the way so he could get into the freezer.

She watched him pull out a small ice pack with a slight frown "it's fine. She slapped like a child. I've had worse." She muttered , feeling out of place.

Quinn hesitated for a moment before moving in front of her and holding up the ice pack to her cheek, gently resting it there . He smiled a little "children hit like boxers sometimes though. A slap is a slap."

"She was a bitch. She should have slapped her boyfriend not me." She muttered , eyes on his blue jersey he was wearing. Shivering as she felt the ice cold sink into her skin.

"What did you say to make her slap you?" He seemed to know that she wasn't telling the whole story before.

She immediately looked up and scowled "I didn't say anything but the truth!" She quickly snapped , annoyed just at the reminder of her night.

Quinn tried not to smile. He really did. Unable to tell why he felt as amused as he did then by how defensive she was getting.

"Some people don't like hearing the truth so bluntly."

"That's their problem. Not mine." She quickly countered back. "You can't have both. You can't hate someone for telling the truth and hate liars too. That's stupid." She grumbled , grimacing as she tried to turn her frozen cheek away from the ice pack , not liking the numb feeling sinking in her face.

Quinn kept it pressed to her cheek though , gently holding her jaw with his other hand to keep her still without even thinking about it. Used to hockey injuries and making sure his stubborn teammates and friends looked after their injuries properly too.

It wouldn't be until later, when he was alone in his bed , that he would realise how easily he had let himself touch her. Cradled her jaw gently as though it was something he did everyday. Him. Somebody who avoided Physical contact and affection all the time. Maybe he should have known, realised that it began then.

"People are stupid." He agreed easily in a whisper . Lifting the ice for a moment to glance at her cheek to make sure that the slight swelling was going down. It was.

Her eyes were glued to the mole above his cheek , smiling a little to herself . "They are." She agreed too before remembering what her brother had told her about his new friends . Vaguely .

“You play sports." She said struggling to remember which .

Outside of racing she didn't know much about other sports . She enjoyed all motorsports and football , that was about as far as her enjoyment and knowledge went.

Quinn chuckled a little "yeah. Ice Hockey. My brothers do too. and Trevor." He added secondly in case she didn't already know.

Smirking a little as he saw her nose twitch at Trevor’s name, knowing that he had already succeeded in annoying her made him want to laugh. The playboy wasn't getting her attention at all.

It was all on Quinn instead. She tilted her head a little , unaware of how close they even were until she felt their knees bump together . She pulled her leg away and fiddled with the strap of her nightie again.

"The sticks and the -" she had no clue at all.

Quinn smiled for real then "the pucks. Yeah. Never watched it before I'm guessing." He was amused , there was no hiding it.

She just shrugged a little "no. Boring. I like heart racing sports. Bit of danger. Not boys on ice." She said , hoping to wind him up a little.

It worked. He frowned down at her "hockey is Dangerous. One wrong move and your career could be over. And we're not boys.." he muttered annoyed at the way she kept calling them so.

She smirked up at him slyly "no?" At his small head shake she laughed slyly "okay. Men on ice then. Not your first bloody nose , non?" She gently tapped the end of his nose. Carefully of the deep cut there.

His breath hitched , eyes never leaving hers as he swallowed quietly .

“No. The pucks love me. So do the sticks." He mumbled, averting his eyes away from hers when it became too much for him.

He pulled away completely, putting the ice pack back into the freezer instead. Missing the way Cherrie frowned as she straightened out her nightie and moved away from the counter she had been leaning against, taking a much needed breath again.

"Hmm. Okay." She just muttered . Turning away from him and busying herself with looking in the kitchen cupboards. Still hungry. She blamed her weird emotions on the tiredness, hunger and vodka. All three were to blame.

There was a beat of silence as Quinn hovered by the breakfast table unsurely, glancing out into the living room to see the guys still messing about on the couch, too busy bickering to pay any attention to where he had gotten to.

He swallowed , glancing at the pizza boxes that were on the table in front of them.

“You want some pizza? I think they're might be a slice left.. maybe." He didn't know why he kept talking. Why he hasn't left her alone yet. This wasn't like him at all. What the hell was he doing?

Cherrie glanced over at him with a grimace, shaking her head . "No. Strict diet with racing. I'm not wasting my cheat day on ... that." If she was going to eat pizza she would be eating real, Italian pizza. Not this crap they were eating.

“Though I doubt my brother has anything I want in. I'll just get something in the morning.." she muttered, yawning as she rounded the table , ready to call it a night.

Quinn slowly nodded his head, fiddling with his jersey sleeves as he watched her run a hand through her hair , shaking her hair out over her tanned shoulders . He glanced away quickly.

"Alright.."

She hesitated by the doorway before glancing over her shoulder at him briefly . "bonne nuit Quinn." Was all she muttered before disappearing from the kitchen.

Making sure to ruffle her brothers hair as she walked past , then she grabbed the cap from Trevors head and flung it across the room, giving Jack a small smile before heading straight to her room, closing the door behind her with a heavy exhale.

Ten minutes later there was a small knock on her bedroom door and a plate of cut up fruit left for her on the floor beside her door .

She went to sleep with a small smile on her lips that night. The first night of many.

Throughout the next week the two of them found odd ways to be around each other , making up excuses and ignoring any strange looks they received from others as they did.

The first time Quinn did it, he felt like he was still dreaming. Sleepwalking maybe , only he knew exactly what he was doing just not why he was doing it.

It was the next morning after meeting her and all he could think about as he ate his unhealthy breakfast , was about how she complained about the lack of her favourite food in her brothers apartment next door. So he ate his own food and ended up texting Leon

What does your sister like for breakfast? Sending the text before he could even think not to. Already putting on his shoes and pocketing his wallet , having a feeling that the luxurious Frenchwoman wouldn't be eating cornflakes .

Her brothers text was both wary and amused. Has she blackmailed you into doing shit for her already?

No. Was already out. He was not. Just thought I'd ask seeing as you said she hates it here. Might make her hate it a little less if she had some good food to eat. He sent, flushed from lying to Leon and himself .

Leon's text came quickly , unconcerned with his sudden interest in his sister. Just taking it for him being a nice guy.

Alright. She usually likes seeded bagels with some eggs or something on top. Or protein pancakes and fruit. I don't even know man.

Quinn ended up getting them both from some fancy new age cafe a little further out. Ridiculously overpriced and a little shocked on how much protein pancakes could cost, he drove back home in silence and found himself at their apartment . Getting a friendly pat on the shoulder from Leon on his way out as he rushed off to meet his girlfriend , his sister a slumped mess at the table.

He walked in hesitantly , took one glance at her barely open eyes and cleared his throat .

“I got food." He announced his arrival. Once again scaring the absolute shit out of her.

"Fuck me!" She gasped looking up at him in surprise "Quinn! ne fais pas ça ! mon cœur!" (Don't do that! My heart!) "oh mon Dieu!" She exhaled loudly.

He just smiled a little shyly "sorry." He mumbled while placing the cartoon of food in front of her on the table . "Was at breakfast and ordered too much." He told her in a mutter. Taking a seat opposite her on the table , pulling out his phone to appear busy. Like he had something other do than stare at the freckles over her nose and the tiny star shaped mole Beneath her left eye.

Cherrie looked down at the food in amazement , mouth watering. Heart warming as she looked at her favourite food with a small smile tugging at her lips,

so that's who her brother was texting while glancing at her with a knowing smirk . She realised then.

"Ah." She got some cutlery and digged right in , pancake already on her mouth when she remembered her manners. "Right. Thank you Quinn. I was really hungry and Leon was trying to poison me with some weird children's cereal." She told him, looking offended.

"Froot loops?" He guessed in amusement , briefly glancing up at her disgusted face as she nodded her head as though her brother had tried to feed her literal shit in a bowl.

He laughed lightly "it's alright ya know. Should try it." He said to her.

She looked at him with a frown "don't make me go off you ice man." She muttered , shovelling her face with her fancy food again.

Humming in content , missing the pleased look on his own face as he watched her enjoy the food he went half an hour away to get for her . Just because he wanted to.

"I want to see see a movie today." She told him after she had finished eating. Washing up after herself before walking over to the couch , sitting down to put her shoes on.

Quinn leaned back against his chair, looking through the archway over to her. Watching her put her foot on the coffee table to lace up the other shoe, his eyes lingering on the large snake tattoo he could see snaking up her upper thigh and disappearing underneath her shorts , no doubt over her hip.

He breathed in deeply before speaking up hesitantly

"I could see if the guys want to go tonight-"

Cherrie shook her head firmly, still not looking at him as she focussed on making herself presentable.

Standing from the couch and wandering over to the mirror in the corner of the room , she ran her fingers through her hair, smirking a little to herself as she caught his eyes on her through the reflection

"No. I don't want to go as a group. Too much." She muttered , beating around the bush a little.

Not used to being the one to ask guys out with her, they are usually the ones begging for her time. She didn't really know what to do or say. And that was not like her at all.

Quinn just looked at her for a few quite minutes , watching her get ready and feeling his heart racing in his chest as he wondered if he was reading her right.

Surely she wasn't hinting at him-?

She glanced in the mirror again and met his eyes , lifting up a perfect brow at him without saying a single thing.

Oh. He breathed out. She was.

"I-er...I could take you, if you want. I mean..I know a good place for movies. You want to go now?" He rushed out , confused on what was appropriate to say. Not wanting say the wrong thing and potentially piss her off. She was intimidating. The media weren't wrong about that.

With that attitude and her being so fucking beautiful, he could barely even speak. Her French accent only sinking him deeper into the point of no return.

She just casually nodded her head , grabbing her Chanel purse from behind the couch and hanging it on her shoulder . Satisfied with how she looked, she had some makeup in her bag. She would do it in the car on the way there.

"Yes. You're not getting pucks to the face today , non?" She walked over to the door, ready to go. Just waiting for him now.

He looked over at her and quickly stood up from his chair, nodding his head before shaking it, letting out a nervous laugh.

“No. No. Not today. I can take you ." He took out his car keys from his pocket and walked over to her, holding the front door open for her as she slipped out.

Walking side by side , she glanced up at him for a moment . Holding back a small smile as she saw the way he seemed to be concentrating on his breathing, no longer looking at her.

"We can go together . Not take me. You're not my driver." She corrected him once they were outside , despite him holding open the door for her as she slid into the passenger seat. Giving him her purse to hold in his lap as she pulled out her lipstick and mascara and got to work.

He started the car but didn't pull away just yet, merely leaning back with a small smile , flicking on the radio as he watched her pouty lips part as she put on her makeup. Humming happily as a taylor swift song came on.

"There's also a ice cream place next to it.." he mumbled ten minutes later as the pulled up. Too shy to look at her. To say what he truly wanted to ask.

But she understood. Of course she did.

She just casually hummed and nudged his shoulder with her own like they were the best of friends.

"we'll get ice-cream after then. Just don't tell my trainer." Was all she said. Before letting him open the car door for her as they got out to watch their movie. And get ice cream too.

The day after that Cherrie didn't bother knocking at his door, merely letting herself in as if she owned the place. Scaring the hell out of poor Jack who was watching tv, his head snapping up as he looked at her with wide eyes.

"Wrong apartment." He blurted out , thinking she had confused her brothers place for Quinn's. He turned his backwards cap around to face the front quickly too.

She held back a grin . "No it isn't." She glanced at the hockey game on tv and rose a brow "missing it?"

"A little. You want a jersey?" He grinned back at her, determined that they were still going to be friends. He would get the scary , hot Frenchwoman to like him. He would.

"Non. I want a cap." She said putting her bag down on the empty chair, pocketing her phone instead.

He took his teams cap off his head immediately and passed it to her with a large smirk .

“Backwards?" He joked about her hatred of it.

She smirked a little "you are." She muttered slipping it on her head the right way.

“I look better with it on than you, yes?" She bragged. Letting him pull up his phone to take a picture of her to show all his friends that he wasn't lying and that THE Cherrie Valentine was his friend. (Pending).

"No way! No one can look better than me!"

She scoffed while backing away "lying is bad. Your tongue will go black and fall off." She told him seriously. Heading down the hall to where the bedrooms were , the exact same layout as her brothers place.

"Where are you going?" He called over the couch to her in confusion . Wondering what he had missed and why the hell she was heading towards his brothers bedroom like it was a normal thing for her to do.

She didn't even spare him another glance "none of your business kid!" She called back before knocking on his door and barging in without any other warning.

Quinn darting up out of his bed with wide eyes , mouth dropping open in shock as he looked at the woman now snooping around his room , wondering if he was still dreaming. About her. In his room. Again.

"You're -" he then glanced at her head and frowned deeply .

"get that off." He ended up telling her, unimpressed by the red cap she was wearing.

Cherrie just giggled as she looked at him teasingly "I don't know. I kind of like it. I think red is my colour. He said something about a jersey too?" She crawled onto his bed. Ignoring the way he flushed and leaped out of it like she was some siren about to eat him whole.

Maybe he wasn't too far off.

He yanked one of his jerseys from the back of his desk chair and threw it at her, smiling a little when she huffed and grabbed it off her head where it had fell onto . Glaring up at him.

"No it isn't, you look horrible in red." He muttered, lying through his teeth . She would look good in any colour. The whole damn rainbow.

She just snorted knowing for a fact that he was lying. "I'm a ferrari driver. I know you're lying." She reminded him smugly. Setting the jersey aside, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of wearing it yet.

He ran a hand through his hair, suddenly feeling self conscious in just some basketball shorts and some old oversized shirt. He thought of her French teammate who looked like some model and frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What do you want?" He mumbled, barely audible as he grabbed a hoodie from his closet. Quickly pulling it on. Grabbing some black jeans before disappearing into the bathroom to change into them too.

Cherrie sighed a little as she looked around the mostly blue room filled with everything hockey , raising her brow in amazement at his achievements. She looked at some of the photos with him in his hockey gear , smiling next to his teammates and found herself smiling a little too.

Maybe she should try and see a game of his some time, it would be rude not to . She supposed. She would have to google the rules of the game later when she was alone, maybe watch a few on YouTube to familiarise herself with it first. Yeah. She would do that. Maybe text Lance too. He loved hockey.

"Nothing really. I was bored."

"So you decided to come annoy me?" He said as he walked back into the room . Face washed and teeth quickly brushed.

He paused by his door at the sight of her sitting so casually on his bed, looking like she belonged there . He already knew that her vanilla and cocoa perfume would linger on his pillows, he hoped it did.

She grinned a little "yeah. For a minute. I'm gonna go anyways.. maybe get my brother to do something." She muttered , bored.

Quinn panicked at the thought of her leaving and blurted out "you can stay here. Jacks making me go bowling with him , Trevor and Luke. You can ya know..." he rocked on the back of his heels unsurely, feeling the heat travel up his neck and into his cheeks darkly.

She quirked a brow up at him in amusement "I can, what?"

He huffed a little, not looking at her. Busying himself with putting his shoes on. Eyes flickering to his Vancouver jersey beside her that she had yet to put on.

"You can come. Luke might freak out a little . He's a fan." He warned her quietly . As though he wasn't a fan of her too. He just was much more quieter about it. Less embarrassing. Hopefully.

She sighed dramatically "I guess." She got up from the bed , adjusting jacks cap on her head.

Quinn reached over and yanked it straight back off , making her laugh. "Hey!"

"No." Was all he muttered moodily , throwing it aside.

“Are you gonna out my jersey on?” He mumbled to her , eyes hopefully glancing between the blue shirt and the beautiful woman in front of him.

She smirked a little to herself, amused with the way he couldn't even look at her. Fiddling with his hoodie sleeves as he waited by his bedroom door. As though he was too scared to come any closer to her.

"Do you want me to wear it right now?" She asked him. Wanting to hear him say it. She wasn't easy about it. That wasn't the kind of person she was.

He hesitated for a moment. Eyes darting up to look at her before looking away again just as quickly.

"Wouldn't have given it to you if I didn't want you to wear it." He muttered with a bit of embarrassed attitude. Pulling open the door and quickly heading out into the hallway before she could see his cheeks blush any further.

He heard her laugh lightly behind him, quickly pulling on the blue jersey over her tank top with a small smirk on her face.

Shaking her head to herself in amusement at how a man as good looking and rough looking as Quinn could act so shy and bashful. It was a nice change to the usual arrogant and cocky guys she dealt with daily.

Speaking of cocky .. Trevors loud voice reached her ears as she trailed out of Quinn's bedroom after him . Pulling her hair from his underneath his Jersey, not fazed at all by their sudden company.

"Woah! What is this?!" Trevor gasped in surprise looking at them with wide eyes.

Luke freezing beside him while Jack just glanced over at Quinn, only to see him refusing to look at any of them. Too busy getting his jacket, but he wasn't quick enough for him not to see his bright pink face .

His brother was blushing. Jack couldn't believe it.

"Wearing blue? Coming out of his bedroom?! What the fuck have I missed?!" He echoed in disbelief , behind shocked .

Quinn just rolled his eyes at him "nothing. Shut up."

"Oh yeah. A whole love affair. It was so romantic." Cherrie couldn't help but joke , forgetting that these weren't her usual sarcastic friends back in Monaco for a moment . Maybe she didn't hate them as much as she thought she would.

“He made love to me in his jersey. He's made me fall in love with him and now I'm never leaving here! Just like my brother!"

Trevor gaped at her "really?" Both Quinn and her rolled their eyes simultaneously. Jack silently looking at their in tune movements in disbelief .

"No. Not really!" She scoffed shaking her head at him . "Too many pucks to the head for you! I'm not that stupid!" She was offended . Really she was.

Trevor was now offended too "hey! That's mean! What else was I supposed to think? Will you wear my cap too then?"

It was Quinn's voice that spoke up quickly next "absolutely not." He muttered not even looking at him. Passing Cherrie his spare coat seeing as she was still dressed like she was in Monaco , her shorts far too small for how cold it still was.

He hid his pleased smile by turning his head as he watched her slide it on without any complaint for once. She looked great in his clothes.

"Where's my cap I gave her?" Jack wondered.

"In the trash. Don't even try it." Quinn shot back at him without missing a beat.

Cherrie looked at the younger Hughes Brother that was still gaping at her and smiled. "Bonjour Luke. You exited for bowling?" She asked him nicely.

Ignoring trevor's "how come she wasn't this nice to me?" Whining.

"Yeah. I thought Leon was lying when he said you were his sister." He blurted out in shock. Giving her a smile anyways .

She just snickered "yeah. I'm way better than him so no one ever believes we're related . It's hard being the star of the family. So many awards and such little space." She sighed like she was troubled by it. Following behind Quinn to the door.

The guys laughed, luke just looking at her in amazement . "Can you be on my team In bowling?" He asked her hopefully .

Cherrie laughed "sure. Beats being in a team with Trevor." She said.

Trevor looked at her in disbelief "so mean!" He repeated. Pouting dramatically.

"Quinn?" She muttered to him as they all headed down to their cars. Automatically following him to his, sliding onto the passenger seat like she did yesterday, kicking luke to the back seat.

"Yeah?"

"Wanna be on my team too?"

He just hummed. Nodding his head a little, still not looking at her. Just smiling to himself.

Luke looking between them in disbelief. Feeling like he was dreaming. Quinn felt like he was too.

They spent the next week making excuses to spend time with each other. Pretending like they had no clue to why they even were.

Midnight movies, sunset ice cream. Card games under the streetlights , silently made dinner , no questions , no answers. Cherrie ended up spending everyday of her stay with Quinn in one way or another . Whether it was muttering stories in the dark or bickering over something stupid, winding him up until he had no room but to retaliate. They did.

It was the final night before she was due to leave and the guys were hanging out at the bar together, Quinn quieter than usual as he silently sipped on his beer and listened to Trevor once again grill Leon about his sister.

Ignoring jacks amused , quizzing glance as he caught his annoyed rolling of his eyes. Not as subtle as he thought.

"Is she single then? Or had she got some guy back in Monaco?" He asked him curiously . Ever the gossip.

Quinn's frown deepened, eyes down to his beer bottle as he just listened in. Wondering that too. Surely she had a line of godlike guys waiting for her back home. No doubt.

He didn't care. Not at all.

Leon chuckled in amusement "she is and no she doesn't. She doesn't do the whole love thing remember?" He reminded them of her passionate anti falling in love speech.

Trevor just smirked slyly "didn't say anything about love. I can do casual too. Or whatever she wants." He wiggled his eyebrows jokingly.

Quinn's scoff went unheard in the bottle of his beer as he gulped it down, subtly rolling his eyes to himself again.

Her brother just snorted. "Yeah, no. She doesn't go for guys like you. You have no chance." He laughed.

Trevor was offended "WHATS that supposed to mean? Is is the hat thing again?" He wondered.

Leon rolled his eyes this time , amused. "No. She just usually likes the more casual and less arrogant guys. Ya know..not so full of themselves and quieter.." he trailed off, brows furrowing in realisation as he glanced over at a quiet Quinn who was now finally glancing up from the table.

They met eyes for a moment , Leon tried not to grin .

Oh. He thought in amusement . This is too good.

Quinn quickly looked away again, Leon tried not to laugh in glee.

"-and anyways. I invited her so I need you not to make a idiot out of yourself because I can only take so much second hand embarrassment before I die." He let them know. Mainly glancing at Trevor. They all did.

He gasped jokingingly "me?! She loves me! She high fived me the other day!" He exclaimed.

Jack snorted "yeah. In your face ." He laughed. More than Amused.

Quinn sat up a little straighter in his seat when she finally arrived. Dress in a little back dress again, satin this time.

He inhaled deeply and met her eyes, she narrowed her eyes back at him.

"Why was there a snake plushie on my bed?" She whispered to him as she slid into the booth beside him, ignoring the others loud greetings for a moment. She accepted Jack sliding a beer over to her, not drinking it though. Beer was not her thing at all.

"Hellooooo gorgeous! You're looking better than ever!" Trevor would not let himself be ignored.

She just looked at him, unimpressed. "And you're more annoying than ever. Don't you ever get tired?" She threw back at him. The others laughing at their banter.

He just winked at her "of being the hottest guy alive? No, never!" He laughed. Lifting his hand up for a high five.

She just slapped it away, rolling her eyes at him in amusement. She reached over and spun jacks cap to be the right way, making him chuckle as he shook his head at her now usual greeting for him.

"You gonna do that to Quinn?" He questioned her with a grin , nodding towards his distracted brother who had gotten up to go to the bar.

Confused she looked over at him and paused for a long moment , lips parting as she really looked at him finally. He looked good. More than good. With black jeans and a black sweatshirt on, a white tshirt collar poking out from underneath. Only this time he had a cap on too.. backwards.

And look. She hated it when other guys wore their caps backwards. Cringed at how it reminded her of stupid fuckboys who thought they were so goddamn cool passing around stds and shattering hearts along the way.

But Quinn... she inhaled sharply in shock, leaning back against the booth seat in absolute disbelief. He looked hot as fuck. She couldn't believe it.

"oh non. mon cœur.." she breathed out quietly to herself.

Unable to take her eyes off him as he walked back over, carefully balancing a cocktail glass in his hand. "ça ne peut pas m'arriver." (This can't be happening to me.) she almost whimpered.

Her brother, understanding every word she muttered , simple smirked smugly at her. "What's the matter sis? Think he looks stupid with the backwards cap too?" He taunted her.

She shot him a sharp glare, Quinn catching the end of his words as he arrived back at the table. Eyes widening as he realised that he had in fact put his cap on backwards because of the heat, to keep his hair out of his face.

Knowing how much Cherrie hated that look on guys, he lifted his hand to take it off.

Cherrie immediately slapped his hand away from his head and shook her head at him sharply . "No! Don't touch it!" She almost yelled at him. Heart pounding in her chest, feeling flushed and sweaty all of a sudden.

Jack and her brother were giggling , poor Quinn just looking both alarmed and confused at her sudden behaviour . He cautiously sat back down beside her and handed her the cocktail he had gotten her.

"What? I know you don't like it.." he mumbled, lowering his eyes back to the table bashfully . Sipping at his beer bottle again.

Glancing sideways at her when she let out a strange , strangled noise.

Almost glaring at him like she was pissed, he shifted in his seat nervously , wondering what he had done now. Her fingers were clenched around the stem of the glass, quickly sipping at her drink .

Quinn looked over to his brother for help. Wondering what the hell she was acting so weirdly for.

Jack just smirked and muttered "think she likes your new look dude.” Barely audible. Having the time of his life watching them.

"I never said I don't like it."

"Yes you did. Like every time someone wears it like that, you literally just turned jacks around..." he reminded her in confusion. Frowning down at her.

She frowned back at him just as deeply "yeah. On them. I don't like it on other guys. God Quinn. Shut up." She snapped at him. Flustered.

He was none the wiser . Taken aback by her sudden attitude, he scoffed lowly .

“What have I done? Why are you being so pissy?" He wanted to know. Countless beers helping with his confidence in questioning her .

She turned to face him fully, still sipping on her cocktail as she scowled at him. Cheeks pink as she repeatedly glanced between his eyes and his backwards cap. Wondering if she was having a midlife crisis at twenty one.

"I'm not being pissy. You're being pissy!"

He looked at her in disbelief "what the hell is your problem? Is this about my cap? I can take it off if it's bothering you that much-"he didn't get it.

She almost screeched "if you take that cap off I will smack you! I mean it!" She glared at him , too turned on to think straight.

Stupid American guys and their stupid backwards caps. She wanted to melt into a puddle on the floor.

Fucking hell.

Quinn blinked at her in shock. Speechless.

He fidgeted nervously with his beer bottle, eyes never leaving her dark ones before suddenly it clicked.

He exhaled shakily and flushed a dark red, awkwardly scratching at his flushed neck as he muttered unsurely to her "you like it?"

Cherrie just sighed in defeat . "Yes Quinn. I like it." That was an understatement. She wanted to jump him right there and then.

“Only on you though. Everyone else looks stupid." She quickly added. Sticking to her original judgment. Only Quinn pulled it off for her,

He smiled shyly against his bottle of beer, unable to meet her gaze. Flattered.

Instead he kept his eyes on the table as he muttered "I got you the snake plushie to match your tattoo. Why did you get it?" His question was quiet. Curious. Having been thinking about it since he first caught glimpse of the detailed snake tattooed up her thigh and around her hip? He guessed. He only saw so much.

Her voice was equally as quite , private between them, as she answered him "they kept calling me a snake for switching teams from redbull to Ferrari. But I won. Sooo..I'm proud to be such a snake I guess. It all worked out for me." She smugly smiled.

He smiled too, slowly nodding his head .

Liking that she owned what was once an insult against her. Liked that she was so stubborn and stuck to what she believed in. Just liked her really.

It was quiet between them for a moment, both just sipping on their drinks for a moment before Quinn worked up the corkage to mumble "I er...I like snakes. The French kind."

Her face softened as she glanced at him beside her, still unable to meet her eyes fully. She smiled too.

Soon they found themselves bickering again, in their own world together as they blocked out the rest of the table around them. Cherrie looking at him in disbelief as he accused her of purposely pushing max off the track in her last race.

She totally did but that was besides the point! She scoffed at him, a little tipsy just like he was, their arms, their thighs and sides pressed together as close as could be.

She was almost in his lap at this point , still bickering though. Too prideful to be soft and sweet .

"I did not! He spun me off the track in the race before that. Or did you forget that?!" She exclaimed , sipping from his beer now. Stealing it right from his hand.

He sipped from her cocktail in return , both of them hiding their smirked behind their drinks. Enjoying their bickering far too much to be normal.

"No I didn't. Which is exactly why you did it on purpose. You're revengeful . You like to get even." He knew her far too well already. It was unsettling.

She just looked at him before frowning "I am not." She denied, then she placed the palm of her hand on his cheek and pushed his face away from her with a huff.

"ferme tes jolies lèvres !" (Shut your pretty lips up!) she whined.

He snorted , actually giggling at her . Unaware of the shocked and disbelieving glances he was receiving from his friends and brother , too immersed in Cherrie to notice anything but her .

"Talk French to me all you want, I'm right. You know I am." He smirked at her, thoroughly enjoying himself. He loved winding her up just as much as she did him.

She had never felt so light and free before. So...happy. She swallowed briefly , face softening as she looked away from him for a moment to gather herself again. To remind herself of who she was.

She wasn't her bother . Oh god. She hoped not. She would never hear the end of it otherwise.

Her poor mother would have a stroke if they both had stayed and got themselves some American lovers. She couldn't do that.

No way. That wasn't her. Not at all. She had promised herself. She didn't fall in love. She didn't make it easy. She didn't ...

Oh my god. She didn't. Did she?

She finally managed a laugh , snapping out of her chaotic thoughts. She looked at him and said "it's different up close. It's not the same unless you're there." She told him, plans Already forming in her mind .

How would it work? How could it work? Could it? Could she? She could. He could... she drained the rest of his beer and smiled a little, titling her head as she felt him press closer to her.

His hand coming up to brush her hair over her shoulder gently , without even saying a thing. She just relaxed against him. Like it was normal. Something she always did. Would always do.

"You need to come to a race with me , then you'll see what I mean." She muttered. Looking at him seriously. Hoping he'd get the hint.

He did, his eyes softened , lips too. He nudged her shoulder with his gently as he mumbled "yeah? You should come to some games of mine too. It's only fair." He crossed his fingers, opened his heart for once. Wished he'd learned French to tell her how he really felt without any of his friends or their brothers knowing,

But he didn't need to. One look into his soft, hopeful eyes and she got it. Of course she did.

"Deal."

By the time they made it back to his apartment, his brother and friends had went to her brothers apartment to play video games. Too drunk to see them disappear into his own away from them. Wanting some moments on their own.

She found herself sat up on his kitchen counter top as he hovered near her knees, too scared to make the final move.

Cherrie didn't have those fears , confidence had never been an issue. She wasn't shy, just a little unsure to what she was supposed to do next,

She had never felt like this before. Guys didn't make her head spin like this. Didn't make her want to change her mind and stay. That wasn't her.

But maybe it was now. Maybe it could be.

"I'm going back to Monaco tomorrow." She reminded him of the inevitable . Somehow now wishing that she didn't have to.

Strange how a week ago she wished for nothing more than to leave , now she looked across from her and wanted nothing more than to stay. Or take him with her.

He slowly nudged her knees apart , eyes down to her thighs as he slid himself between them. Hands cautiously landing on her soft skin as he sighed quietly , heart pounding in his chest fearfully .

He swallowed "but you're coming back right?" Hope filled him so sweetly that she wanted a taste.

She trapped him between her thighs, titling her head at him as she gently wrapped her arms around his neck to pull his bashful self closer.

Her whole body melting against him as he suddenly leaned down and hugged her, like he had been wanting to for a while now, smiling to herself softly as she felt his face bury in the crook of her neck. A shy, soft, barely there kiss being placed there below her ear . Just for her. For them.

She inhaled deeply "I only came to see my brother.." that had been the plan.

But since when did plans ever work out fully in the end? That would be boring wouldn't it?

He pulled away enough to meet her eyes, gathering what courage he had left to mumble bashfully "you er-you promised me - you owe me a game remember? So you have to come back. To see me play."

She felt her heart brighten, she only saw daylight as she laughed softly . Cupped his blushing cheeks in her hands and leaned her face down towards his, kissing him gently . Just like she had wanted to the whole damn week.

His breath hitched in his chest as he laid his hands on her hips and sighed against her mouth, melting into her as he nudged his nose against hers gently, deepening the kiss as he felt her hand slide into his hand, pulling at the strands at the nape of his neck.

He moaned into the kiss , heart in his mouth as their tongues brushed together , his lashes fluttering against her cheek as he cupped the back of her head, giddy with feeling . Overwhelmed.

Smiling into the kiss, unable to stop himself. So fucked. So unbelievably soft for her. Yet so hard too. She had him in every way.

He should have known that it would come to this really. With eyes like hers .. and a smile so smug and sweet.

He got the best of both worlds. He wanted to have his cake and eat hers too.

"You want to come back to Monaco with me tomorrow?" She whispered to him , pulling away to breath.

Running her fingers through his hair gently , the other hand gently wiping her red lipstick stains from his mouth. Only managing to make it worse, her smile deepened. Unable to look away from the mess they made.

He was so much better than those French boys. She realised to herself in pure amazement. He was everything that she didn't know she needed until then.

Huh. Who knew. Her American boy.

He was giddy with excitement, with hope and disbelief. That a woman like Cherrie could want him. That this could be real. That he had a chance at something you could only dream of.

"For your home race?" He whispered , fingertip tracing her Cupid's bow. Feeling their kiss on his fingertips. Wanting kiss her until he could No longer breath.

Forever if she would let him.

Other hand cupping her cheek, his thumb stroking her cheekbone gently. Feeling the heat there. Glad to know that he wasn't the only one. That she could be just as nervous and giddy as he was feeling too.

"Yeah. To my home too. Maybe you could stay a week or two.. with me." She whispered back to him, smile never leaving their faces.

She felt it now. Knew that this was it. This was what people talked about In their stories . What her brother was so adamant about her feeling.

She had found it. Found him.

He let out a nervous laugh , breathy and amazed that this was happening. "Yeah. My next game is in two weeks. We could- you could come back with me. We could.." he trembled with the overwhelming feeling of falling in love.

"-we could take turns. I go with you and you go with me..." he inhaled shakily "if you want to..."

She just smiled , shaking her head to herself in disbelief . "I want to.." then she kissed him again. And again and again.

Because apparently she was as stupid as her brother was. She had fallen in love and now she didn't only want to call Monaco her home.

She wanted to call Quinn home too.

She was never going to hear the end of this. She had fallen in love with her American boy.

#Quinn Hughes imagine #Quinn Hughes oneshot #nhl imagine #nhl oneshot #hockey imagine #ice hockey imagine #nhl fic

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citrusy-lemons · 10 months

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pancake-cakes

tasm!peter x reader

summary: late night cravings bring out some deeper feelings.

author's note: HOLY SHIT, count on me to go MIA for a month after posting. honestly tho i'm so sorry, i've got school and extracurriculars and projects and shit and i haven't really gotten time to write and my schedule is still super hectic, hopefully i'll be able to get other stuff out soon but no promises :/

let me know what you think? constructive criticism is welcome and please be nice :)

see, the middle of the night wasn't meant for this. it's to sleep and dream and pee.

not for baking a cake without having most ingredients of the cake. but you'd gotten a sudden craving and it was a weekend tomorrow, so bad decisions were inevitable.

did you have a million assignments to do? maybe. but peter also had a million assignments to do and he was still here, so technically, he's also making bad decisions. he was aware of that fact.

mind you he did try to convince you to go back to sleep at first but you wore him down. he didn't put up a big fight, he never did, against you.

he's convinced himself that he was only there to watch over you and make sure you didn't slice a finger or spill the flour, not to help you out with your late night shenanigans. but he was cutting up the strawberries so, really, he didn't have a strong resolve.

"you know, i think that when the box says 'pancake mix' you're supposed to make pancakes," he said, turning to you, who was reading the back of said box.

were you trying to bake a cake in the middle of the night with pancake batter cuz you didn't have the stuff for the cake and didn't want to go to the grocery store to get it? kinda. would peter have gone and got the stuff himself if you'd asked? yes.

"i didn't listen to you the last 17 times, i'm not gonna listen to you now, and besides," you said, pouring the mix into a bowl, "a pancake is just a cake but made on a pan instead of an oven. we're just changing the recipe a bit," you shrugged, like it was obvious and he was the stupid one.

"there are so many things wrong with that sentence, i dont even know where to begin,"

"here's a hint, don't."

you were being mean, you knew that. you didn't mean it. peter knew that. and you knew that peter knew that but you would apologize later. he knew that. he sighed dramatically.

"you wound me,"

you rolled your eyes at that. pretending to be annoyed at him was easy. wiping the smile away from your face when you were around him wasn't.

"if i had a dollar for every time you're wounded, i'd be filthy rich."

he glanced up at you. he knew that that wasn't completely a joke, it had a bittersweet tone to it. was that the reason why you were up at this ungodly hour? peter knew that you'd been stressed lately, he didn't know he had a hand in that.

"hey, you wanna tell me what's up?"

you didn't meet his eye, but you did stop fiddling with the bowl. almost immediately, you grabbed the knife out of his hand, mumbling, "you're cutting them all wrong,"

you both knew that wasn't true. one of the perks of having grown up with may was that peter was a fantastic cook. he'd been doing this sort of stuff forever. you needed to get better at excuses.

he gently laid his hand over yours to stop you and said your name softly, pleadingly. a long pause. you complied.

"it's just that," you started with a sigh, and dropped the knife, "you're my best friend peter, and i know that being spiderman means a lot to you," hesitation creeps up as you get to the actual issue. peter senses a 'but' coming. you look at him.

"but you come home every night with bruises everywhere, in pain, and i know you say that they'll go away in the morning and they do but," you're rambling now, he doesn't stop you.

"you have to see it from my perspective, i-" another sigh, you look away, "i get scared, peter."

oh. you were worried for him. he wonders how he didn't realise that before. that time he came home with a stab wound and you looked like you were going to cry he thought you were nauseous at the sight of blood. peter was an idiot.

"i know i shouldn't but i dont like the thought of you getting beat up every night." you were talking with your hands now, "imagine how you would feel if i came home with bruises all over my body and told you not to worry and that i'll be fine in a couple hours." you looked at him again. there was a sort of pain in your eyes. peter wishes it weren't there.

"it doesn't feel good peter. and you assume that i'm supposed to be okay with it?" you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, turning back to the strawberries. your hands were shaking.

peter thought about it. about what you'd said. you were scared for him and he understood that. it couldn't have been easy to be with someone like him. but he couldn't very well abandon spiderman. it was a part of him now. he knew that you knew that, but at the same time, he understood your point.

he thought about how he'd feel if the roles were reversed. if you came home with the type of wounds he did every night, he would be terrified. he couldn't blame you, of course he couldn't.

but he was spiderman, he had a responsibility, an unspoken vow to this city. he had opportunities and powers that no one else did, and he wanted to do good with it.

he hadn't asked for it, but he still had it. if he gave up being spiderman, he didn't think his conscience would let him live with it.

"i'm not asking you not to be spiderman," you spoke, finding your voice, "of course i won't do that. i'm just saying..." you trailed off, unsure of what you wanted and whether you were allowed to have it.

peter took both your hands into his, silently begging you to look at him. you did.

"i know what you're saying, and i understand. i don't blame you, i get where you're coming from and i promise, i'll be fine," he said, softly. he knew you were anxious about his safety.

"i can't give up being spiderman, and i know that's not what you're saying, but you have to understand, i can't not do it, it's a part of me, and i swear i will be more careful," his brown eyes bore into yours, willing you to understand. you blinked and unconsciously looked to the floor.

"but what if, being careful isn't enough one day? what if it isn't just some robbers or burglars but some other things? what if it's one of those aliens or mutants or something and you can't defend yourself? what am i supposed to do then, pete?"

you closed your eyes again, trying to stop the tears. peter's heart was tearing itself knowing that he was the reason for them. how could he tell you that him being the cause for your tears hurt more than any knife in the world?

"hey, look at me," he said, searching for your eyes. you shook your head but looked up at him anyway, the tears in your lashes resolutely not giving in to gravity.

"nothing is going to happen to me. i've handled stuff like that, you know. i know you're worried and upset but i promise, nothing will happen. you need to trust me, okay? we're going to be fine. please, I need you to trust me."

he said your name like it's the last time he'll ever get to, not in a way a friend is supposed to.

you sniffed, "i trust you, i do. it's this city that i don't trust," you steeled yourself, "but if you're sure, and you believe we'll be fine, then i do too."

he cracked a smile then, and pulled you in for a hug. a tight one. neither of you let go for quite a few minutes. you relished in it.

"god, okay i know i'm being silly, i'm sorry," you said after you'd pulled away, rubbing at your eyes.

"you're not being silly, don't be sorry. it's completely okay and valid. don't ridicule your thoughts, you're allowed to feel," peter said, in a scold-ish manner that he'd no doubt learnt from may.

"and please step away from the strawberries, and go back to butchering your so-called 'cake'," he said with a teasing smile, bumping his hips into yours to move you back to the bowl of pancake mix.

you scoffed incredulously, back into your playful demeanor, "excuse you, i would have perfected this pancake-cake if i weren't feeling sleepy right now, so, unfortunately for you, you won't get to taste this deliciousness, whenever i do get to make it,"

"oh, what a tragedy, i won't get to torture my tastebuds with whatever concoction you manage to brew up,"

you shoved at him, not that he moved an inch, and grabbed the plate of cut strawberries.

"just for that, i'm gonna eat these strawberries in bed using your pillow as a table, and you know i can be a very messy eater," you laughed like an evil sorcerer and ran towards the bedroom.

peter, horrified at the thought of sleeping on a sticky pillow, ran after you, forgetting that he had sticky hands himself. (pun intended, i'm sorry i couldn't not do it)

"come back here you!"

the pancake mix in the bowl, the half pack of strawberries waiting to be cut, and the anxiety were all left forgotten back in the kitchen.

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sourbinnie · 1 year

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title -> celos genre -> angst? + fluff in the form of reassurance & love pair -> bf!hyunjin x gn!reader plot -> jealousy consumes you when you least expect it but at least your boyfriend is there to comfort you before making irrational decisions. warnings -> jealousy ofc + one swear word words -> 1542 lowercase intended

tan bonita que amenaza

cuando calla', me da' miedo

tan fría como la nieve

cuando cae desde el cielo

cuando sales por la puerta

pienso que no vuelves nunca

y si no te agarro fuerte

siento que será mi culpa

pienso en tu mira' / rosalia

it was no secret to anyone with two eyes and common sense that hyunjin was an incredibly beautiful person. he had this aura and this finesse that was brought down by the gods themselves and sculptured just like the gorgeous man he was. he walked like he owned the place, he talked like he knew what he was saying and reassured the rest with his maneuver and his confidence. he appeared to be polite, calm and overall just incredibly handsome with his ways. it made you doubt everything you knew about yourself, not in an insecure kinda way (or maybe that's what you were trying to deny) but on a deeper level of you as a person.

what made him choose you? what made the artist choose you as his canvas, his muse, his work of art? and this is beyond the things he paints and sculptures. this is not coming from his appearance though, you were grateful he chose you, you were beyond thankful to him that he gave you a chance to love him and to get as a return the amazing significant other that he showed you he was every single day. but then you remember as you stay every single day in your apartment as you try to work from home, try to concentrate on the millions of emails you have to send that maybe he was just too much for you. maybe you weren't giving him what he needed, maybe you weren't the one & only he decided to have for the rest of his life.

he walks out that door every morning to come back exhausted and you've been nothing but understanding about it but what if... someone who had the same lifestyle as him comprehended it better? no (y/n) please don't follow those thoughts, you say to yourself but it was too late wasn't it?

how could he not?

how could he not prefer an idol? a beautiful, lovely, innocent idol...

you were beyond repairing when your head clouded you with these thoughts. there were no tears but there was a feeling like you were choking on air as you felt worthless in the presence of your boyfriend (who wasn't even here). what if he didn't like this? your jealousy, your envy, your greed, these emotions are only ugly to feel. you wanted him to yourself but at the same time you knew that would never be the case. it would be stupid to think that he would decide to stay with you when you were so selfish right? oh god the tears.

as if destiny knew you perfectly, the sound of the door shutting (as it did every morning) was now right there in your ears but it was still earlier than what you were used to. it wasn't even nighttime when you got up, grabbing the sleeve of your hoodie and wiping your tears away as soon as possible.

"jagi, i'm home! are you still working?" he asked from the living room as i was trying my best to calm down and not panic. i came out of my hiding spot (my office) and saw him there. oh god did he look splendid, i just couldn't believe my eyes again as i tried to comprehend how a person like this could be with a monster like me. a jealous, nasty monster. maybe it was an insecurity thing or maybe my head was right and all of this would only lead to our downfall in the future. just thinking about it made me freeze on the spot and then the tears were back. "wait, why are you crying? are you okay?" he got closer to me and immediately his fingertips were wiping my pathetic tears away.

"i'm fine, just... long day i guess?" i tried to come up with an excuse but i knew he could see right through me. i wasn't good at lying and he knew that, "okay fine, i'm sorry but i think we need to talk jinnie".

"i'm listening but let's sit down and no more lies okay?" he said, i could sense his tone changing and hinting worry. i knew him like the back of my hand and i guess he was preparing for what i was about to say. as i sat down next to him, all i could think about was the end for us. the end of our relationship that we worked so hard to balance between my life and his hectic & unusual one. how our dates had to be hiding either in my old apartment or in his dorms. how i got to meet his parents and they reassured me that my korean was perfect. how i experienced absolutely every emotion when he asked me to be his significant other. now it will probably be the last time that i got to call him that. "i can't hear your thoughts, you know but i can definitely sense where this is going".

"i'm sorry hyunjin, i just don't know how to even say this" i said and breathed in deep & out. i tried to look for the right words in my mind but everything was still the same old negative bullshit that i always fall for. so i went with my heart and everything that i was feeling but before i could do it...

"you want to break up with me because of my schedules right?" he said, biting his lip nervously and now what invaded me was confusion. "listen i know i don't have time, i know i'm not the best boyfriend in the world and oh god i do not deserve you at all. but i'll find a way to work it out okay? i cannot lose you for the life of me".

"jinnie what are you talking about? i would never leave you because of that" i said and i could sense relief coming through him but then the worry striked again. "or anything for that matter" i added.

"then what is it, baby? 'cause i hate seeing you like this, it breaks me already that i barely get to see you" he confessed and my heart couldn't take it when he said things like these. it was just too much to bare and i just wished i wasn't such a greedy person, i wished that i couldn't feel jealousy.

"i've been thinking a lot about you & i, it's just..." i was choking on tears again but i pulled through and said it for once & for all. "i don't feel like i deserve you, you're just so understanding, lovely and beautiful inside & out, i've been trying not to get jealous lately not of you but of the people you interact with every day".

"what do you mean?" he said, trying to understand me better.

"i just feel like you're better suited with someone who would hold a position like yours, who goes through the same path, who just simply holds that level of beauty that i don't hold" i said honestly and bitterly. i couldn't stand being so selfish when it came to him but sometimes things are better if you let the person you adore the most go.

"babe please don't break up with me, especially not because of that" he said and then i felt his hand intertwined with mine. the look in his eyes was sincere and i felt the grip on our hands tighten like we both didn't wanna let go. "the only person who is gonna suit me forever & ever is you".

"you're only saying that because you feel obligated to" i said and looked down but i could feel his other hand lift up my chin and his glassy eyes didn't lie. "jinnie please don't cry, i'm sorry..."

"i should be the one who's sorry, i haven't been here and you have been feeling this way" he said and sighed as he tried to push his tears away but it was like waterfalls, just no way to stop them now. "(y/n) i need you more than anything, i don't want someone with my lifestyle, the reason why i come home to you every night is because you're my peace. i could not imagine being with someone else 'cause i simply only see myself with you for the rest of my life. you might not be an idol, a model, an actor/actress but you're mine, my (y/n), who i love so fucking much".

i could feel him getting closer to me and closing the gap between us with a sweet kiss. it was probably the most special one we shared because it was magical, it felt so incredibly good, it didn't last long but it was just what i needed. a reassurance like that was once in a lifetime.

"i'm sorry for being like this" and then i got shut down with another kiss. "jinnie lemme talk!" i tried but it was no use.

"i'm sorry, you're just so beautiful..." he said smiling and i could feel the pink tint on my cheeks as i looked at him again and wrapped my arms around his neck. "you'll never know how much i love you..."

i could only imagine...

#hyunjin x reader #hyunjin skz #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz short imagines #skz angst #skz fluff #skz hyunjin #stray kids imagines #skz drabbles #stray kids drabbles #stray kids scenarios #skz songfics #songfics #imagines #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids x gender neutral reader #sourbinnie

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pinknightsinmymind · 1 year

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【 stained - ellie williams | NSFW 】

santa barbara!ellie williams x fem!reader | NSFW MDNI

wc: 2.9k

warning: NSFW MDNI

content: ex!ellie, ex!reader, blood kink, degradation, praise, dom!ellie, sub!reader, hair pulling, spit kink, no plot just straight smut, clittoral stimulation (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), quickie, kinda rough sex, outdoor/public sex (kinda), kinda toxic, use of pet names (baby, love, etc.)

a/n: a little nervous to post this but i hope you guys enjoy it! this was supposed to be a short lil smut but then it grew into something more and i just loved where it went and went a little overboard with writing lol. anyways, merry christmas and happy new years!!!

Venturing to Santa Barbara with Ellie had been a choice. That was the only way to describe your decision to travel with her on what seemed to be a suicide mission. Did you entirely agree with her motives? No, but you weren’t going to turn down a friend in need, especially one you didn’t want to leave alone. You believed she needed someone to go with her, so you’d be that someone if you had to.

You weren’t stupid. You knew Ellie had ended things with Dina before going on this mission, and that was the only reason she asked you to go with her. You agreed despite the parts of your brain that screamed at you. Going on a mission with your ex? How stupid were you? Yet, despite the warning bells in your head, you couldn’t let her go on this mission alone to never return. You wanted to make sure she was okay. At least, that’s what you told yourself. You knew deep down inside you still loved her, but you’d lie to yourself if you needed to. You’d say you did this out of concern and not out of stubborn, unending love.

It had started small, just like it did the first time. Brief touches, stares that lingered a little too long, sleeping too close for friends next to each other at night. That was exactly how it began when you dated her the first time. Slow, sweet, and innocent, but journeying on a mission to kill a woman isn’t exactly innocent, is it? Yet, when you looked at Ellie, you could forget that’s why the two of you were here in the first place. You saw her smile, her colorful eyes, and it was as if you were back in Jackson when the first glimmers of love appeared with her. It was like the first time all over again, like nothing had ever gone sour, but that was far from the truth. Your relationship with her had fallen apart after Joel’s death, and you hadn’t spoken to her for some time after until you journeyed with her to Seattle.

You’d be lying if you said her relationship with Dina hadn’t bothered you. It did. She had tossed you aside in her grief only to begin dating another girl without another word. Seeing them smiling and laughing together, the way they maneuvered each other with grace, their soft intimacy—the way you had once been with her. It made your stomach feel on fire and like it was full of bile. To know they were in love, that they were fucking? The anger and jealousy inside you was insurmountable. Then they had a kid together. Fucking great. But now here she was, back at your side like none of it ever happened. Were you being stupid? Maybe. But loving Ellie was like being stained in the way a canvas is. It’s not a dirty stain, but a beautiful one. Everything about Ellie—and what loving her entailed—was like being painted by her. Love for her was permanent and couldn’t be wiped away. So that’s why when she came to you, asking you to travel with her to Santa Barbara, you said yes.

When the two of you had sex again for the first time since breaking up, it was as if you could forget everything. Ellie was addicting, and with just the right touch, the right look, you could forgive her for anything. When she kissed you and told you how much she missed you, how sorry she was, you believed her and pulled her into your body. You told her how much you had missed her, how much you needed her, and it was like the two of you never split up in the first place. You welcomed her touch into your body like she was meant for you, and in that way you could forget she ever wronged you.

Since then sex with Ellie became a regular thing again, but you had to admit there was something different about her now. While before she liked to take her time with you and loved slow, sweet sex, now she was much more temperamental. It was like ever since she came to Santa Barbara there had been a change in her. The first time you had sex with her it was sweet and full of yearning, but every time after that was rougher and full of lust. She was more unhinged, feral—totally unlike the sweet girl who once romanced you and made you feel like you were walking on heaven. You still felt like heaven at her side, but it was as if a sort of darkness pervaded the clouds. A storm was approaching, but you were doing your best to deny it.

And now here you were, a town away from Santa Barbara, and you knew Ellie’s mind was slowly unraveling. What could you do? You were by her side, you did your best to be there for her, but that doesn’t bridge the gap when she doesn’t reach out. You had run into a building full of Infected, and the two of you were currently in the process of clearing it. You two split the work, with you clearing the lower floor while Ellie took care of the upper one. She had come to this building because of a lead that seemed to be a bust after all. They said this old office building had once been a base for Fireflies, but you both found that it was completely abandoned.

You had finally cleared the area when you ran to the upper floor Ellie was at. You needed to make sure she was okay and give her backup if she needed it. When you finally pushed through the doors and found Ellie, you were taken aback. She entered from whatever back room she had been in into the destroyed meeting area with desks and a conference table. She held a busted pipe in her hands as she entered from whatever bloody scene of Infected she left behind her. She was breathing heavily as she attempted to catch her breath. Her shoulders moved rapidly, her body shaking as she came down from the adrenaline.

“Ellie? You okay?” you asked. Her eyes moved to look up at you, and that’s when you saw the bewildered look on her face. Dried blood covered her face, arms, neck, clothes, everything. After the scene downstairs, you were sure you probably looked the same, but her eyes looked wild. It’s not that she scared you—she never could—but you felt a fire light up in your stomach and between your legs. You heard her huff out a ragged breath. You knew it was strange, and that maybe you shouldn’t feel this way, but you just felt so attracted to her at this moment. Seeing her like this was always so seductive.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she rasped out. You walked towards her in order to get a better look at her and assess her damage. “Are you okay?” she asked. She was breathing heavily, and you couldn’t help but think of all the times you’ve heard her grunting and breathing like that while deep inside you. The blood scattered all over her face… It made the throbbing in your pants even worse.

“I’ve never realized how good you look covered in blood,” you said quietly. The blood covered her body the way she had stained you. She was pervasive, ever-lasting, forever. Blood can be washed away, but it’s always there under your skin, isn’t it? Just like Ellie. She’d forever be a part of you whether you wanted her to be or not. You couldn’t help falling for her charms. Not when she was so beautiful and so enthralling. There was surprise written across her face at your words. She had never expected words like those to leave your mouth, but she wasn’t going to complain. Instead, you could see a dark look overtake her eyes.

“You like this?” she asked, taking a step closer. Her body was practically covering yours now. You nodded.

“I don’t know. Just something about it.”

“This is what’s got my girl all worked up?” she teased. Her girl. Nothing felt better than being wanted by Ellie and belonging to her. “You’ve seen me covered in blood hundreds of times. What makes this so different?” The truth is it’s because she’s different. You both are. There’s something dark lurking in Ellie, but it just makes her all that more delicious to love. It makes you love to love her more. What does that say about you?

“Just the way it looks on you.” It’s a physical reminder of how dark things have become. Ellie is quite literally on a mission to kill someone, and here you are accompanying her. Neither of you are on any type of moral high ground.

“Really, baby?” She was toying with you like nothing, and you knew she’d keep doing it unless you told her what you wanted.

“Just kiss me,” you whispered. You wanted to be consumed by her the way she was with revenge. You wanted to be all she thought about, all she breathed for. It’s only fair; that’s how you love her.

“You want a kiss?” She smiled and shook her head while looking at you in awe. “God, you’re so dirty.” Ellie dropped the pipe from her hands, the clank! sound echoing throughout the room. She grabbed you by your face roughly, pulling you into her until you were practically crashing into each other. It was such a hungry kiss, her lips attacking yours and her teeth sometimes knocking into yours. The blood on her face rubbed onto yours, the blood covering both of you mixing together. This was dangerous, seeing as the two of you had barely cleared this area, but neither of you cared. You trusted Ellie to protect you, and the risk just made it that much more exciting, didn’t it?

You had no time to think about the implications further, because you never could think when you started to feel Ellie’s touch. She walked forward until she had you backed up against the conference table, never once stopping as she kissed you. You could feel her hands venturing down further, teasing you through your jeans. She wanted to make you wait, to make you desperate for her as she continued to kiss you. But you were already so desperate for her, so hopelessly in love. Her hands ghosted across your lower abdomen until they gingerly grazed your zipper. Small moans left your mouth at the feeling of her slowly making small circles on your clit through the fabric. She undid the button quickly, but she was slow and teasing as she pulled down your zipper. You could feel her tongue swiping across your lips, and you opened your mouth for her to let her tongue swipe against yours.

You could feel her hand snaking its way into your pants. You fully expected her to give you what you needed, but, of course, she had to be a tease. Ellie wasn’t always so generous. Without another word she pulled away from the kiss, turning you around and roughly bending you over the table. You let out a small yelp from the impact, but it felt so good to have her handle you like that. You could feel her pressing into you from behind, her hands wandering over your ass and all the way up to your shoulders. She let out a shaky breath as she admired your shape. She leaned down and lined kisses along your shoulders and up your neck.

“Ellie,” you whimpered.

“What?” she asked. “What do you want, baby?”

“You,” you said desperately. “I need you.” You let out a moan as you felt her start to suck on your neck. Ellie had always been the possessive type who felt the need to mark what was hers. She had been like that the first time you dated, and she still was now. It felt good to be marked by her and to be claimed as hers. You craved it even more now than you had before. You wanted to always be hers.

“You need me?” she asked. Her hands were finally moving just where you needed them. She pushed your panties to the side, and you couldn’t help the small gasp you let out from her touch. “God, you’re so wet,” she breathed. “All because you saw me covered in blood? Just how much of a dirty whore are you?”

“Yes!” you moan, feeling her fingers finally rub against your clit. She always gave you exactly what you needed. She knew your body so well.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met a slut as good as you,” she whispered into your ear. “Taking what I give you, getting wet after seeing me like this. I didn’t think you’d be into something like that.”

“Feels so good,” you tell her. You don’t think she’s ever had you bent over like this before, and it almost made you regret not doing so sooner. Feeling her on top of your bent over body while sucking on your neck and whispering in your ear was so addictive. It just made the heat of your rising climax grow more and more like a flame. A moan left your lips with every move of her fingers.

“I want you to cum all over my fingers, you got that?” You couldn’t speak, only whines leaving your mouth, but that wasn’t enough for Ellie. You felt her tug your hair and pull your body up from the table, now eye-level with her. She stopped the movement of her hands altogether, which was disappointing considering how close you were. “Answer me,” she ordered.

“Yes. I’ll—I’ll do it.” She smiled at your words.

“Good.” She may have let go of your hair, but she grabbed onto your chin next. “Open your mouth.” You did as she said, watching as she pursed her lips together and spit into your mouth. You closed your lips and swallowed just like she wanted. “Good girl. What do you say?”

“Fuck,” you cursed, feeling her fingers massage your clit once more. “Thank you.” Ellie let go of your chin and pressed you back down onto the table. Instead of continuing her previous attention on your clit, she decided to grant that attention elsewhere. You felt them caress the shape of your ass before pulling down your jeans and panties. She slipped a finger into your hole, thrusting slowly to see how ready you were. After feeling you were wet enough, she added another. A moan exited your mouth at the feeling of her thrusting into you over and over again. She still remembered all the spots that drove you crazy. She was relentless. She would probably make you cum again and again if it weren’t for the fact you two weren’t safe at your temporary camp. “Oh, God, I’m close.” There was nobody’s touch you loved and desired more than Ellie’s. She was the only one you wanted, the only one you needed.

“I can tell. Do I make you feel that good?”

“Yes. Only you.”

“That’s right,” she said, planting a kiss on your pulse. “Only I can fuck you like this. You know that, right? That I’m the only one who can touch you like this?” You didn’t respond, and although you expected her to pull your hair again, she didn’t. “You were made just for me. Only me.” You supposed your moans were a good enough answer for her. You felt it building. You were so close to your peak, and with just a few more motions from Ellie and you’d come.

“Talk me through it,” you managed to choke out between moans. You needed to hear her voice: her praises, her degradation, everything.

She let out a sigh as her hand moved from your back to grope your breasts. She massaged them while placing more kisses on your neck. “You’re gonna cum all over my fingers. Just like you always do. Just like I’ve asked you, because you’re a good girl who always does as I say. Right, baby? Come on. Be good for me.” You loved the feeling of her hands on you, her beautiful voice, her body on yours, her breath on your neck. It was all too much, and you could feel yourself finally hitting your peak.

“I’m coming,” you announced to her. You felt the climax wash over you slowly, then all at once, until it eventually died down. You felt the exhaustion come down on your body after that. You took in deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself.

“That’s it. You’re all over me now.” Ellie pulled her fingers out of you, then helped pull your clothes back up on your body. She picked you up from the table, zipping and buttoning your jeans for you. Once she fixed your clothes she pulled you into another kiss. “All this because you saw me covered in blood?” she teased.

“What can I say? It just looked good on you,” you answered.

“You sure seem to think so.” You stared into her eyes, and although you knew you were both different, it was still worth it to see that glimmer of who she once was in them. She was both the woman you used to love, and the one you loved currently, in one. You didn’t know who either of you were after this mission, but at least you’d travel and find out together.

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makethatelevenrings · 2 years

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Of Soup and Snowstorms // J. Todd x gn!reader

Requested? Yes!

WARNINGS: shitty work environments, brief mentions of anxiety, food, mentions of canon-typical violence

Summary: You had a shitty day at work, but Jason Todd makes it better.

The warmth of the apartment is a far cry from the ice cold slush of Gotham. You let out a grateful sigh as soon as you opened the door and the mouthwatering scent of home cooked food. Fairy lights bathed the small living room in warm, yellow light and some candles were lit on the various bookshelves that housed your plants, his books, and a few hidden weapons.

“Jay?” you called as you toed off your boots onto the plastic mat set up by the door. Alfred insisted on having one when winter rolled around thanks to Gotham’s penchant for random snow storms and nearly constant freezing rain.

“Kitchen,” he replied. You already guessed as much, but hearing his voice was a balm on your soul. You hung your coat up and immediately regretted that decision. While the apartment kept the wind out and had some form of heating, it was weak at best. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you exited the entryway and turned to find your boyfriend in the kitchen.

“Hey, you’re home late.” He looked so cozy in sweats and a cut off tank with a bright pink apron that had silvery cursive declaring “Kiss the Cook” that Dick bought him one year as a joke. Jason, however, was not one to be made fun of easily and he took it in stride. It was now his favorite kitchen accessory, next to the chef’s hat Alfred bestowed upon him after Jason mastered the ability to make crepes without burning them.

“Yeah, it was a…day. Is that zuppa toscana?” The thought of work made that familiar tightening in your chest grow. You schooled your features and brushed it off, knowing that he didn’t need to be worrying when he had patrol in a few hours.

“Figured it was a soup kinda day. Go get into comfy clothes, baby.”

You didn’t have the energy to argue with him and insist on serving up dinner. He had probably cooked it so it coincided perfectly with when you normally get home and when you were late, kept it warm. The least you could do was waste more time trying to be helpful.

Now clad in a pair of his sweats, one of his hoodies, and some Baby Yoda socks that Tim had gifted you after the two of you binged the Mandalorian, you shuffled out of the bedroom to find two bowls sitting on the coffee with some french bread lying next to it and two glasses of water. While he would normally go for beer, Jason probably shouldn’t try and grabble while intoxicated.

“Thank you,” you murmured as you joined him on the couch. Some nature documentary played on screen at a low volume, just enough to fill the silence without overpowering either of you. You were about to take a sip of broth when your phone buzzed.

It was an email from your boss reminding you of the report you needed to edit and turn in by tomorrow morning. The report that had been assigned at four fifty-three today. The report that you had stayed late to write up and finish.

You shouldn’t be crying over a stupid fucking piece of paper, but the familiar burning in your eyes and lump in your throat said otherwise. You threw your phone onto the couch and surreptitiously wiped your tears away with your hoodie sleeve. But your vision blurred with another round of those tratorious liquid bastards and you knew Jason caught on by now.

“Who do I need to kill?” His voice was hard but his actions were gentle as he lifted the bowl that balanced precariously in your lap and set it back down on the table. If it were anyone else asking that question, you would simply laugh it off as a joke. With Jason, there was the slim possibility of it being true.

“No one,” you sniffled. “It’s stupid. I’m just being overdramatic.”

He rolled his eyes, hooking one hand around your ankle and tugging you onto his lap in a swift move. Jason peered up at you behind his thick lashes, his brows creased in concern. One of his hands settled on your waist as the other brushed stray tears from your cheeks.

“If it’s making you cry, it’s not stupid. So spill.”

It all poured out of you in rapid fire sentences punctuated by hiccups and sobs here and there. Your boss was a piece of shit who expected so much from employees while simultaneously doing no work. He assigned mountains of work with immediate deadlines and granted no extensions. You weren’t even being paid for any work you were doing out of working hours because you were a salaried employee and it wasn’t even good pay.

“And now I’m going to be up late tonight because I have to finish this stupid fucking report and I’m already so tired,” you announced. Jason didn’t respond right away. He simply pulled you closer and cradled your head as he rocked the two of you side to side.

“Your boss sounds like a real dick,” he finally said. That got a startled laugh and a quiet sniffle out of you.

“‘M sorry,” you whispered. “I’m over here complaining about my nice cushy office job and you get shot at on the daily.”

His hand stroked lazily up and down your spine and you found yourself unconsciously matching the strokes with your breathing. Jason adjusted you so you sat with your back pressed to his chest, giving him a chance to lean forward and grab your bowls again. He pushed yours into your hands and you gratefully ate a chunk of potato.

“I get shot at so you can safely go to your cushy office job and not have to worry about getting shot or stabbed or mugged or fear gassed,” he hummed. “We don’t train just for shits and giggles. We’re out there to protect the people of this city, including you. Especially you. And it sounds like right now, you’re worrying and so now it’s my job to fix it.”

“No, you cannot shoot, stab, threaten, extort, or stalk my boss.”

Jason paused for a moment. “...what about just plain old intimidation?”

“No.”

He leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Eat your soup, bug. I do have a good idea, by the way.”

“Alright, I’m all ears.” You obnoxiously slurped the broth and he narrowed his eyes at you in response. Waving his spoon like it was a magic wand, he pointed at you and then at him.

“If only you knew a hot zombie who took a tire iron to a furry and got adopted and the furry turned out to be mega rich. And if only that hot zombie could call up his father, who is a furry if I haven’t made myself clear, and ask him if he has any open positions in his company.”

“That’s nepotism and I’m pretty sure this furry, and the hot zombie, both have fundamental issues with corporate corruption.”

“The hot zombie is willing to bend his rules for special cases.”

“Jay…” You worried at your bottom lip and sighed. “I don’t know. I know Bruce would be fair in his hiring practice, but people would still make the connection between you and me. I don’t want people thinking I got my job only because I’m dating the boss’s son.”

He hooked his chin over your shoulder and let out a huff of air. “I hate seeing you like this, bug. It’s not fair and you’re being taken advantage of and I can’t…I can’t do anything to fix it.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. He genuinely sounded hurt.

“No, I’m sorry. What can I do to help?”

You shut your eyes and savored the warmth he offered. Sitting on your threadbare couch with warm soup in hand that your lover made as snow raged on outside…that was all you needed right now. In a few hours, he would don his armor, leather, and weapons because crime doesn’t stop even in a snowstorm. But he would come back to you, just as he always does. And that would be enough.

“You’re already helping,” you answered. His lips pressed against your neck and you smiled. If you were up late enough, you would make some hot chocolate with brandy for when he came back from patrol.

And you wouldn’t comment on the e-mail from recruiters at a local nonprofit looking for a new community services manager with a higher salary than your current job that appeared in your inbox the next day. Because you knew for a fact that the company was funded by the Wayne Foundation, and you also knew that the program had spawned out of an idea you had thrown out carelessly during a Sunday brunch with the Wayne’s.

In a family of people who spent their nights protecting this city you called home, it was only fair to spend your days doing the same. Plus your boss was much more fair. And a bit of a furry.

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Enchanted AU: Part 29

hey y'all sorry I'm late. It's been a kinda hectic day!

Part 1 | Last Chapter

Part 29

Max rubbed the fur between Jimmy’s ears, reveling in his soft purrs. His chest felt light, like he could float off of the ground like a balloon. He’d just essentially confessed his feelings, feelings he’d only just now realized the extent of.

He stepped out into the living room to watch Grace and Michelle putter around the kitchen. It was pretty late, but it was clear they were aware that no one in the flat had eaten dinner.

“Oh thank you… you really didn’t have to. We could have ordered something.” Max demurred.

“Oh nonsense, we needed something to pass the time. Besides, it's Daniel’s favourite.” Grace waved him off with her flour covered hand.

Michelle looked around, “where is he anyway?”

“I thought he came out here.�� Max said slowly. Daniel had left the room pretty quickly, but everything seemed ok now that they were on the same page. They were past the craziness of Max’s unfortunate decision and Daniel said he loved Max as well.

Well, not in so many words. But Daniel had seemed overwhelmed, so Max gave him the space he clearly wanted. Maybe that had been a mistake.

His ears popped and Max watched as both women froze before looking at each other quickly. Grace left the kitchen immediately, making a beeline for Daniel’s room where Sassy was seemingly waiting by the door. Max turned back to see Michelle rounding on him with a rolling pin pointed at him.

“What did you say to him?” She asked simply and Max had a flash of memory of the murderous expression he saw on her face when they first met over video call.

“Whoa what?” He asked defensively. He could hear Grace calling for Daniel softly, his hackles rose.

“What did you two talk about?” She asked more insistently, Max opened his mouth to maybe say that it was private but she cut him off. “My brother is in there using magic, that's not like a thing he does willy nilly. So tell me– what the hell did you tell him?’

“What? I told him I-I didn’t want to find out that way! That this whole thing was a mistake and a misunderstanding!”

Michelle sighed and pressed against the furrow between her eyebrows. “Did you use those exact words?”

Max exhaled, “I- I think so?”

“Did you at least tell him that you love him? Did you say those words again? ‘I love you Daniel’??” Michelle groaned, she felt like teaching Isaac calculus would be easier than this.

“I–I didn’t…but he said he understood and- and same!?”

“Because he’s not going to show you how upset he is! Especially if he just heard you say you love him then like take it back! A mistake? Really?”

Max’s face dropped as the implications slapped him in the face. He was an idiot, so stupid. Worse than Charles in Baku. Worse than Lando in Sochi.

He was so dumb. He wasn’t the most verbose on a good day, but at least he was able to explain himself when needed. This was quite possibly the most important conversation of his life, more important than when he met Helmut for the first time. And he bottled it severely.

Michelle pushed past him and Max followed her quickly to go into Daniel’s room where Grace was still knocking on the closet door and speaking softly. Michelle yanked the door open, much to Grace’s displeasure and Sassy darted into the dark. Daniel was curled in the farthest corner asleep. And glowing softly.

Grace made a soft noise and Max elected to shuffle under all of the hanging clothes to lift Daniel out of the closet. He laid him in bed and Daniel remained unmoving– completely passed out judging by his deep even breaths. It was clear to all present that he did magic to himself, but they wouldn’t know just what he did until he woke up.

Max’s chest clenched at the still wet tear tracks going down Daniel’s cheeks. Grace sighed and wiped at his face, murmuring soothing nonsense. Michelle dragged Max out of the room by the hand.

“Ok, when he wakes up– you need to fix this.” She hissed, pressing a palm to her forehead. She looked stressed but considering the situation, Max thought she was holding it together solidly. He himself felt fairly numb, he didn’t know exactly what was going on. Was this something Daniel did very often?

“O–of course.” He croaked and cleared his throat. “Has he done this before? Enchant himself?” Max had to ask. Michelle sighed again.

“Twice before. The first time was when we were little and he was being super melodramatic and wished himself to be invisible. His legs disappeared for a couple hours but nothing major.” She pushed her hair back from her forehead before letting her curls flop forward again. “The second time was after the break up, he wished to– actually I don’t know the exact wish, but he lost some memories for a few days and had a tail.”

“A tail?”

“Yeah, he wouldn’t tell us what he did, but he was really upset. His..his magic isn’t like strong. Because he doesn’t want it to be, he doesn’t practice or like utilize anything outside of his innate skills. So when he tries big charms, they’re never strong enough.”

“So you think that nothing really is gonna happen? He just exhausted himself maybe?”

“Yeah pretty much. We won’t know ‘til he wakes up.” Michelle’s shoulders slumped, the only indicator to Max just how worried she was about Daniel. He truly felt sick, because this was his fault. He didn’t know what to say, anything he thought of felt contrite or patronising. He had also never dealt with this before, and was completely out of his depth.

There was really nothing to do except to wait.

The Ricciardo women finished up supper and the three of them ate in near silence, minds a mile away yet also in the guest room. Sassy stuck to Daniel’s side, keeping vigil over him while he slept and regained his energy. Everyone went to bed after that, Max showed Grace and Michelle the guest rooms, and they helped him to refit the sheets and blankets.

Max laid in his bed, staring into the dark. He didn’t know if he could sleep. Not with how worried and distressed he was. He wanted Daniel to wake up, to laugh sheepishly and tell them that he’s fine. Selfishly he wanted the opportunity to clear the air and tell Daniel he loved him.

He drifted off to sleep in the small hours of the morning.

Daniel curled onto his side before jolting awake. He sat up blearly, his head hurt like hell and his limbs felt like he had been swimming in mud or fighting in his sleep. His skin felt a bit clammy, as if he sweated a lot on his pillow and the salty moisture dried again. He needed a shower, badly. He groaned softly, tilting his neck from side to side– chasing a crack or two. He was unsuccessful. Lame.

Sassy jumped onto his lap and pressed her face into his cheek.

“Morning Sassy.” He yawned and then stretched. He was so so hungry, he didn’t remember eating dinner at all. He just remembered talking to Max and then… nothing. He sighed, Max. Right. Max didn’t love him. These last couple weeks have just been some gross misunderstanding on Daniel’s part. Well, that was still painful to hear. Sassy purred then chirped at him and Daniel looked at her, cross eyed down his nose.

“Sassy?” He asked quietly. Sassy chirped again, more insistently this time. Followed by a meow. Daniel’s blood went cold, colder than when he realized that his feelings for Max were all one sided.

“Sassy, I can’t hear you.”

Next Chapter

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sensei-venus · 9 months

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Had this idea from one of @gemini-sensei recently Hawk/Gremlin!Reader posts. I thought this would be cute.

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Every sense that day they had been a inseparable couple.

For the first few weeks they tried their best to keep the relationship a secret from the others. It was easy for a while, Miguel and Sam rarely questioned why the two of them hung out together. He was keeping Reader busy in their eyes and that was about it. It was pretty normal that Hawk was to be on watch duty for the girl. Reader was still as random and weird as usual and Hawk was till as cocky and pissy as he normal was.

It wasn’t until they decided to tell them after almost being caught making out…under one of the decks at the dojo. Reader simply popped out from under it when they where on break from class and dragged him under for a quick make out session.

It was all hot and giggly until Sam and Miguel decided to have their own little moment right outside where they where hiding. They knew they had to tell them at some point now. It was only a matter of time before they figured it out anyway.

Telling them was easier then expecting but the reaction was comical.

Sam didn’t seem to question it much at first but as a little time went on she did. The idea of a boy and girl getting together in her mind was completely normal, happens all the time of course. But then she starts thing about who they are talking about. Yeah that is definitely a little out of the ordinary.

Miguel may or may not blow a gasket at the new shocking information. He really cares about and loves Reader but he never thought she would end up with anyone in his direct friend group. He always thought she would end up going out and finding someone just as strange as her. With the news of her going out with Hawk he is in a bit of shock. Hawk always seemed to dislike baby sitting Reader and practically begged him not to make him do it. It had him pulling out his dyed hair every single time. Having to chase her around seemed to always set him on edge. Being told they where dating now? A complete and utter shock. But he did start to see how the two really got on together and it started to make more sense.

Both of them where pretty adventurous and like to keep active. Hawk was more active by routine while Reader was just all over the place because she could be. Both of them liked the same things, similar hobbies and interests, they even tried new things together. That girl always seemed to have the boy on his toes at every minute. It was kinda cute two watch the two do stupid things together.

Everyone was very supportive after they came out to everyone.

Life went by and things changed in good ways as time ticked by for everyone. Friendships and relationships grew, school ended and graduation was done. People took breaks and some went to college, new jobs and life decisions. But for the most part everyone stayed close by. Miguel and Hawk stayed close and even hung out every other week after the both of them got off work and school.

Something big happened one late evening when they where out at a bar hanging out.

“So I was thinking about asking Reader to marry me soon.”

Miguel almost choked on his beer and blew some out though his nose. He coughed and hacked a little which made Hawk squint his eyes and scoff. He tried to catch his breath as he turns his attention back to his friend.

“Wait really? Not that I’m saying I didn’t see it coming it’s just kind soon? I though it would be another year or two before you decided to pop the question.” He wipes at his mouth. Dribbles of beer spilled down his chin a little and onto his shirt.

“I don’t know, it just feels right. We have our own place now and we are already starting to settle down. Life is going pretty good for the both of us and it just feels the the time is now.”

“Have you liked picked out a ring yet?”

Hawk fumbles in his pocket for a moment before pulling something out and placing it on the table. Miguel blinks a few times with a frown.

“Uhhhh I don’t know if that’s exactly what she would want.”

“Your really saying that after knowing her for so long?”

“Ok I take it back, she is going to love it. Just don’t let her put it in her mouth this time-“

“She won’t be able to once I do what I want with it. It’s going to look cool man trust me.”

Miguel gave him a questioning look as he grabbed the item and shoved it back into his pocket. He really wanted to question what he meant by that but decided against it. Both Reader and Hawk where weird in their own little way. It was best to not even try and question what his little plan was. He would just have to hear about it later on.

It was about two months later that Hawk had everyone planned and ready. He made sure every little detail was perfect for when he wanted to pop the question to his girlfriend. He promises to take her out on a trail for the weekend when they where both off. Of course she said yes and went crazy over the idea of getting to go out to the woods and look for stuff. Hawk made sure to bring a huge bag full of stuff then would need. Everytime they went out to the woods it was like going back to a pleasant memory. It brought back so much from when they first started going out together and dating.

After a few hours of walking around, Reader finding a whole bunch of new stuff to add to her collection back home. New rocks and a few cool pieces of wood. In her mind she already knew where she was going to put them when they got back to the house. She giggle as she pulled Hawk along the trail. He smirks at her with all teeth.

“You remember this place?”

“Umm kinda? This is the same trail you confessed your feelings to me right?” She feels her face get warm at the memory. There wasn’t a day that went by when she didn’t think about it. It made her feel all fuzzy for a brief moment.

She had liked Hawk for a while before he confessed. Weeks of hanging out with him when Miguel and Sam where to busy. Over those weeks and months she grew closer to him, but not close enough to show any kinda of true feelings towards him. Deep down she believed that he would never like her like that. He didn’t even like hanging around her from the way he acted most of the time, she saw how he would groan and moan when Miguel would ask him to stay with her.

It hurt but she knew it was true, he just didn’t like her like that. But when that day in the woods happened she felt like she was touched by some saving light or something. The little fantasy she made up of him actually liking her came true when he confessed his feelings. It didn’t feel real.

But then he kissed her and she knew it was.

She almost yelped when he pulled her down next to the stream on the other side of the trail. He lead her over to a shady area. Looking up her eyes gazed into the beaches and leaves of the trees hanging above them. Light slowly seeped though the foliage and down onto them.

“You know I remember what you did here that day. When we kissed down here for the first time.” Hawk said in a more serious tone, his voice low but sweet. She could see the way his eyes glazed a little as he stared at her. She cocked her head for a moment before looking back up though the tree tops.

“What?”

She didn’t even notice when he lets go of one of her hands and reaches into the bag he brought. He pulls out a small white ring box that fits perfectly in his hand. He smiles as he flicks it open, his eyes only briefly look up at her again. The grin on his lips is huge as he slowly gets down on one knee.

“I know you slipped that rock into my pocket when we where kissing. I found it later when I got home. I kept it you know, in a little box under my bed with a lot of the other stuff you gave me after that. I think it was time I finally give it back.”

Reader’s head snaps back as she says “What? Why would you want to give it back-“ she looks down at him with wide eyes.

“It was a gift to youuu….”

Hawk kneels down in front of her still holding onto one of her hands tightly. The other holding a open a ring box. Inside is a ring nestled inside it.

It wasn’t a diamond ring, a polished stone sat perfectly embedded in the middle of the metal.

“Eli-“

“I wanted to give it back to you but in a different way. I have loved this stupid rock for years now because not only was it a gift from you but to me it stands for something completely different. This simple rock stands for you, it stands for the quirky, weird strange girl I feel in love with. She believes giving me a simple rock was the perfect way to show her love and feelings for me. So here I am, giving her that very rock to show my love and feelings.”

He huffs slightly.

“Reader will you please marry me?”

It was silent for a while as everything sunk in for the both of them. Reader felt tears start to come to her eyes as she looked at her long time boyfriend.

Hawk nervously sat waiting wondering if he really did pick the right moment to ask her. What if she wasn’t ready? What if he read all the signal wrongs and it was to soon? He started to anxiously chew at the inside of his cheek.

“Eli yes!! Yes I will marry you!!” She practically yells at him. He’s in shock but is quick to tear the ring from its box and quickly place it onto her finger. She squeals as he put it on her and just stares at it, tears already starting to bubble. He is quick to kiss her. The two of them just stand there in the middle of the woods kissing for a while.

They pull back and Reader just stares at the ring that is now on her chubby little finger.

“Can I-“

“If I find you putting it in your mouth I’m taking it back and I’m drawing a fake one on there.” Hawk says out of love as he kisses her full pouting cheeks.

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masha-nikita · 2 months

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How strong is his Mars?- Erich von Manstein

The following entry is not Tarot related so I decided to leave my Tarot side blog alone with this series. I want to make a series on “How strong is his Mars?” to test a theory in Astrology community- you’ve got to have a strong Mars to be competent in the military.

Is that theory true?

Our first gentleman is Erich von Manstein.

First thing to remember- my philosophy on reading charts is the same with my post about Fedor von Bock. Highly recommend you check it out.

The strongest planet in Erich von Manstein’s chart is not Mars, it is his Moon. Von Manstein has incredible intuition where his enemy may land, as if he could REALLY enter their minds and intuit how the enemy force was really thinking and moving. The power of a 12th House Pisces Moon is that it knows no “interpersonal boundaries”, could see a whole division of soldiers move like one single mass, in the same time penetrates the soldiers’ minds individually. It is pretty magical and hard to explain.

This moon is powerfully psychic. Plus, there’s a sextile Neptune supporting this Moon- Neptune dissolves any materiality and drops you straight to the unknown plane, where your subconscious is apt to gather information from that channel. You give him a good team for reconnaissance—it is important, if I should give him anything, I’d prioritize military intelligence over fire power. He could wipe out any enemy forces with soldiers equipped with broom sticks.

If most other Tarot readers have Manstein’s Moon, I’d quit this career very quickly. I don’t fuck with that moon.

However, this moon is one reason why he receives quite a criticism from the YT channel TIK- to paraphrase Thersites the Historian- “one moment he has the most brilliant of strategies, the next moment you’d be like… bro, what are you smoking? THAT SHIT DUMB.” He is bound to get this problem if he wasn’t able to comprehend- BRO, IT IS NOT YOUR SUN SIGN ORIENTED BRAIN DOING YOUR JOB, KNOCK IT OFF; stop pretending you are rational and all!

And yeah, his Virgo Mars is going to like to play rational and perfectionist.

Here, how about his Mars? If Manstein’s Moon is a 10, his Mars falls at about 3 or 4, in my opinion. Any score above 5 is beneficial, below five is “this is doing the native dirty”. Oh this Mars is not strong, it is kinda… really not good.

One reason the Mars is not good, is that it opposites Moon, so this shitty Mars is playing this really unnecessary and petty internal struggles with the best Moon possible. It is like an extraterrestrial civilization drops you an advanced weapon, and somehow you insist on modifying it into a stupid BB gun.

This Mars is too detail-oriented for its own good, and tends to pick apart and tear down the Moon’s wisdom- because “haha I am in an opposition aspect to you so I’m gonna be a bitch, what you’re gonna do about it?”

Manstein’s Virgo Mars is going to be picky and whiny on the battlefield, and it is going to be felt by his staff and war historians more than his sun sign- after all, this Mars is in an adversarial aspect with his strongest planet. The staff who do endless organization works for him probably want to die; he’d frown be like “dude it is easy”, and proceed to fix every detail with 2 mm precision scissors. When he was Von Rundstedt’s chief of staff, it seems Rundstedt liked his staff work.

Well, it is understandable…

All earth sign Mars has poor ability to move fast and improvise, and that includes Virgo. Virgo has delicate hands to handle smaller things, like rifle-size weapons; but bigger Panzers, sorry, this Virgo Mars would pass. Any imperfections would get on this Mars’ nerves and Manstein would hold back a bit to fix some annoying details, all the while his Panzer groups taking losses from Vatutin.

As to why this Mars is not a zero out of 10, is because this Mars receives the same support with the Moon from other beneficial planets like Jupiter and Mercury. He’s got some really annoying decision making process on a fast-pace battlefield, this Mars would make him distrust his Moon, but at least he does everything elegantly, like a sir.

In conclusion, Erich von Manstein, extraterrestrial psychic super power Moon, annoying Mars, an outstanding field marshal.

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rainydaydally · 10 months

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You’re like the light of my life

WARNINGS:

Dysphoria

Sexuality crisis

Insecurity

Crying/Kinda a mental breakdown

Jealousy

F-slur

Cartman is homophobic but in a joke way (hes gay)

Unsafe binding (I don’t think you are supposed to swim in a binder, but I’m not sure!)

The Broflovski family is staying in a hotel after camping, and Shiela and Gerald are napping in one bed, and Ike is napping in the other. Kyle, however, is laying next to Ike, wide awake. He takes his mind off of everything, starting to use pinterest on his phone. He gets bored pretty quickly, so he places it next to his head. As he stares at the white ceiling of the hotel, he starts to think. Think about way too much confusing things he cant help but focus on. He thinks about his sexuality, his friends, his looks- *especially* his looks. He sighs, fighting back tears as he grabs his headphones and phone and walks to the bathroom. He stares at himself in the mirror, listening to Mac DeMarco, as he feels tears fall from his eyes. He cries and cries, and he moves to sit on the closed toilet lid, knees up to his chest, tears spilling uncontrollably. He takes his phone out to text his friend, Stan.

“Hey. Can you call?”

No reply. “He’s probably busy.” He thinks to himself, setting his phone down. He decides to call Cartman, which even though he hates him, he can still cheer him up with his blunt and annoying comments and jokes. Kyle tries opening up to him about his sexuality, which he has also been really confused about. Cartman just says “F*g.” which causes him and Kyle to burst into a silent laughter, making it funnier that he cant laugh, or he will wake his family. After Kyle angrily hangs up on Cartman after some dumb shit he was saying, he goes and sits against the wall, and continues crying. He wipes his nose and his eyes but the tears never seem to stop coming. He’s just so, so confused. One day he will think he’s AroAce, and the next day he will get butterflies when he sees a cute boy at a store. He feels like everyone around him is getting into stable relationships now, like Stan and Wendy. Oh how he wishes he had a relationship like them, they seem so perfect. Suddenly, his phone lights up.

“Yeah.”

It’s Stan.

“Nevermind.”

Kyle quickly replies back, he doesn’t want Stan to see him so hysterical.

“Oh, okay.”

“Can I tell you something??”

Kyle texts, instantly regretting his decision.

“Of course.”

Stan replies. Kyle can almost hear the text in Stan’s voice, as if he was right next to him. Before Kyle knows it, he’s confessing deep, dark secrets to Stan over text. His fingers tapping the letters quickly.

“Okay, so this is stupid. But, I feel like everyone loves someone, or someone loves them. I know we are still young but im just so ugly and unwantable and I feel like I might be Aromantic Asexual, but I’m just so confused because I want a relationship. I really have never had someone have a crush on me because I’m so ugly and I’ve always been the ugly one too, and I feel like I’m nothing. Most of the guys are so handsome, and I really dont fit in compared to the rest of them. When we were on vacation at the beach I just felt so sick and insecure because you guys (not trying to be weird) looked really good in your bathing suits, but I just felt uncomfy and I just didnt fit in with you guys.”

“I can’t believe I just texted Stan that.” He thinks, and Stan seems to be taking hours to respond, even though it’s only been 5 seconds at the maximum.

“You are not ugly, I really don’t think you are ugly.”

Why did Kyle feel a feeling in his stomach when Stan had texted him that? Stan not only said he wasnt ugly, but he said HE really doesn’t think he is.

“You definitely fit in. We don’t care what you look like. You think you are ugly, but no one is our friend group thinks you are ugly.”

Kyle smiles, “Except Cartman.” He thinks to himself. An other text appears.

“I’m sorry but what does aromantic asexual mean?”

Kyle knew this would happen. Most people don’t know what it means He tries to explain it, hoping Stan will understand what he’s trying to say.

“Thanks so much, Dude. Also, it means like you’re not attracted to anyone and dont wanna have sex with anyone basically. But I’m just not sure yet because I’ve never had a crush where the other person really liked me. I mean, I’ve dated people but it was mostly over text and facetime. We never hugged or kissed or anything. I’m probably just asexual, but sometimes I have a crush on someone and later it goes away.”

Kyle continues.

“And I’ve only kissed two people before, and I know thats two more than most people our age. I just feel really terrible for not feeling anything towards them. I mean, they were both girls, so I could be gay.”

Kyle desperately wants to tell Stan about his dysphoria, how his mother keeps telling him he looks just like her, and that he hates how feminine his body is getting. He does not say a word.

“You do have that rizz. I’ve never really talked to anybody in a romantic way before besides Wendy… and that hot sub we had in 3rd grade.”

“Dude! Gross! Also thanks. I just don’t know if I want it, I guess. I mean, your first kiss is supposed to be magical, but I felt nothing. I didn’t think I’d be kissing a girl in a pool bathroom who never even thought of me romantically.”

It was Bebe. Now she acts like nothing happened, but it did, and she knows it did. She is so perfect and pretty and smart, so why didn’t he like her?

“I wasted it. It sucked.”

“Wow. You never told me that before.”

Stan replies. Kyle feels bad for not sharing it with him before, but it just never seemed appropriate.

“Yeah. I’m still friends with her, and I don’t want to seem mean, but I really wasted my first kiss.”

“You know how in the movies their first kiss is like amazing magical stuff? Well, we are weird, crazy teenagers that go through stuff and things do not always go according to plan, and that’s ok. I know you will find a perfect kiss one day.”

Kyle really wants to just text Stan right then and there and tell him everything, that Stan sometimes gives him butterflies, and when the backs of their hands graze he feels his face heat up. He can’t tell him that, though, obviously. He doesn’t want to ruin Stan and Wendy’s relationship over a *maybe* crush.

“Dude, I don’t deserve you, I love you so much. You are way too kind and caring.”

“I love you too, bro.”

Stan replies. Kyle feels a smile grow on his face.

“Also, I don’t mean to be nosy, but who was your first kiss?”

Kyle was really hoping Stan wouldn’t ask that.

“She would get mad if I told you.”

Is all Kyle replies with.

“That’s okay.”

Kyle continues with his rant.

“I’m going through so much right now though. I hate being trans so much, I’m so jealous of everyone who isn’t tbh.”

“I’m sorry, I’m glad you are telling me so I can try my best to help you through it.”

Kyle sighs. How can Stan be so kind to him? Like he said before, he really doesn’t deserve to be best friends with such a sweet boy.

“I love you so much, you’re like the light of my life.”

Kyle jokes, smiling while thinking about hanging out with Stan.

Suddenly, theres a loud knock at the door. “Kyle? Kyle, are you in there?” “Oh shit, it’s mom!” He thinks. “Yeah!” He replies, trying not to have his voice break from the crying that was happening before. “Kyle, we’re going to the pool soon. Ike and Dad already left. Do you want to come? I know you’re uncomfortable at the pool-” “I’ll go. Give me a second, though.” Kyle grumbles, sitting up and wiping his tears with the back of his hand. He would be looking foward to the pool- he really loves to swim- but lately he’s been so uncomfortable going, like his mom said. He hates going because he doesn’t know what to wear, and if he wears his binder with his trunks people give him such weird looks. He changes into the clothes nonetheless and steps outside the bathroom, arms crossing over his chest.

Shiela must have noticed he was insecure, because she went up to him and hugged him. “You are such a wonderful son, Kyle.” Kyle feels his stomach turn as he tries his best to hold back his tears, but they spill out again. Instead this time, he isn’t silent. His sobs are loud as he holds onto his mother. She lets go of the hug and walks him to sit on the edge of the bed together. “Are you okay? Is there anything I can do?” She asks. He shakes his head, wiping his tears. “Can we just stay like this for a while?” He asks. “Of course.”

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zalrb · 8 months

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What would your argument be to ppl justifying Belly’s behaviour as her being a teenager? Because I’m like so is like every other character ever? The OC Gilmore girls one tree hill TVD gossip girl , like why are ppl pretending this is the first teenager ever and all is justified bc of it because teenagers make mistakes and their emotions are messy…

Well 1. She can just be an awful teenager. Like "they're a teenager" doesn't magically wipe away all bad behaviour, there can be particularly selfish and self-centered teenagers. 2. I've mentioned this in pretty much all of my reviews I think the show is too lazy to really tap into the chaos of emotions you feel as a teenager

I'll provide examples but I am well aware that what I'm going to say I felt and saw with these examples is what I'm meant to see and feel with TSITP but the issue is Belly is a nightmare because the choices she makes all seem entirely avoidable. And not like hindsight, as an adult, I now know I would not make those decisions, just generally, it's like, you could just not do that, Belly.

So, for instance, Oz/Willow/Xander in season 3. For two seasons, we see -- without reliance on voiceover and flashbacks -- how much Willow has secretly-not-secretly pined for Xander and she's given moments that are super teen and uncomfortable because of how teen they are. Like, they almost kiss when he wipes away the ice cream on her nose

and they're interrupted and she wants to recreate that moment so later on, she purposefully puts yogurt on her nose to get him to notice her

and it falls so flat

and she's crushed

she wants Xander to see her differently so Buffy tries to get her to dress sexily on Halloween

but Willow ultimately chooses to go as a ghost and Xander is a dick about it

and that's super high school.

We see her heart break

over

and over

we also see that every time there's an episode where Xander breaks her heart,

it's also an episode that shows that he will risk his life for her

he always ends up choosing her over the girl he's romantically interested in

in some capacity

so that when he finally does notice her when she's with Oz because Xander is such a teenage boy,

I've been aligned with Willow enough and the show has really solidified their relationship that even if I don't agree with what she's doing I'm like yo, I get it, if the guy I've liked forever is suddenly calling me stunning and there's a vibe going on even though I'm with someone I like/love I can understand at 16 how that's confusing and you make stupid choices

There is literally nothing about being 16 that will have me like I can see how Belly told Conrad to go to hell in front of everyone at his mother's wake.

It's one thing to see him with Aubrey and jump to conclusions and rush out of the room and as an anon said lock yourself in a bathroom or run outside and keep going.

It's another to do this

that's not being a teenager that's being a dick.

Added to the fact that the writing is weak like I said before I never saw this

I never saw Belly trying so hard to connect with Conrad and Conrad shutting her out, like again, we don't get this energy

for her to see him with Aubrey and have that breakdown. It's bad writing.

And then when she's drunk at the beach and is all "If I'd known you'd gone to Jeremiah, I would've fought for us" in the same breath she says "I thought we loved each other", he hadn't given her any indication that he didn't love her because he's waxing poetic about how they're infinite and he's making all these grand declarations that I'm just like, Belly what??

Another example is Joey/Dawson/Jen or Joey and Dawson in the first two seasons of Dawson's Creek. Joey is pretty terrible but she's terrible in a very fifteen year old kinda way where I'm like it's not fair, Jen does not deserve this but I understand it because you're fifteen and you're in love with a boy who is clueless and self-centered and this interloper comes in and takes all of his attention and you're not mature enough yet to be like this isn't Jen's fault. You're just territorial and jealous and angry and you're being horrible.

And the pilot does a very good job in establishing all of that in the first ten minutes because Joey is frustrated with Dawson in the opening scene because she wants their relationship to change, she's talking about how they're getting older and they're getting hormonal

and Dawson is so convinced they're not sexual, he insists they share a bed and says that he doesn't even see her as a girl

but it's clear when he sees Jen that he very clearly sees her as a girl that he's attracted to and it's frustrating for Joey to watch

so she's just angry and I get that.

Then when she and Dawson do get together and she kisses Jack and then blames Dawson for it and breaks up with him, I got why she did it and I got why Dawson was upset

I can get on board with the idea that Joey had been in love with Dawson for so long and had idealized him for so long and had been nothing but his best friend for so long that now that she got what she wanted, she’s having a sort of crisis and realizing that she needs to find herself outside of their relationship and that Jack kissing her was something new and it was wrapped up in her desire to learn more about art and find something she was passionate about outside of Dawson and that’s why she ultimately ends things with him because she needs to go do that.

But the thing about the writing for Dawson is that he is self-involved and he is self-absorbed and a majority of his friendship with Joey that we’ve seen has been him bitching about his problems (which isn’t to say we don’t see Dawson be there for Joey because we do but not nearly as much because at this point this show is still very heavily about Dawson, it is called Dawson’s Creek) and Joey responding to that and Joey will tell Dawson to get over himself, tell him when he’s being trite, tell him when he’s being boring, tell him when she wants to talk about something else, tell him when he’s being privileged, but she never tells him hey, let’s talk about me now, hey I’m getting kind of tired just being there for you, so when she’s yelling IT’S ABOUT ME, IT’S FINALLY ABOUT ME, I can see how in her head it is that but I think it makes absolute sense that he’s like ………. what? I did not know that’s how you felt and you’re making the fact that you kissed another guy MY fault what the hell??

And then she doesn’t give him a chance to do those things in a relationship, which fine, but then what gets me is that she wants to continue to be friends with him afterwards and is surprised and indignant when he’s like you dumped me and I don’t want to talk to you right now. Like NO. You kissed someone else, blamed me for it, dumped me, and now you want to be friends still? NO.

Like when you think about Joey’s “inner life” as they say so many times on this show, it makes sense, but because she is actually really bad at communicating, she just seems ENTIRELY unreasonable outwardly.

and it's like none of you handled this well at all because you all suck at communication but this is very teenage soap-y drama where if you just had the capacity to thin outside of yourselves for like fifteen minutes this could've gone a very different way.

I don't have the same type of grace for Belly who kissed Jeremiah then chose to be with Conrad immediately after, then had a huge public meltdown about Conrad being in the same room with his ex and then is now like hey I'm kinda vibing with Jeremiah again because it doesn't feel unavoidable or inevitable or understandable especially considering that when we do have flashbacks to her time with Conrad it doesn't seem like she felt Jeremiah's absence at all. She says that she missed him, Conrad says it's tearing Belly up that he doesn't return her calls but there are no scenes to actually suggest this and when they do see each other at Thanksgiving she makes zero effort to talk to him she just smiles at him awkwardly and makes a half-assed attempt to get him to be social

So Jeremiah now just seems like nothing more than convenience or a fall-back plan for her. And I'm sure before they get together, they'll have that conversation and she'll be like no it's you, it's really you, you get me but you were just breaking down on the beach to Conrad about how you would've fought if you knew he loved you while also saying you thought you two loved each other. It doesn't come across as 'oh to be 16' it comes across as callous.

Belly just seems like she does whatever she wants to do and makes herself the victim and messes with people's emotions without care and if that was the point, if the point was like oh yeah you can be a nightmare as a teenager then that would be one thing but that's not the point, it's just supposed to be oh the woes of a young heart and the complications that arise but Belly, imo, is entirely unsympathetic.

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I think it's totally believable for Ingo to just never mention how he got to Hisui unless someone explicitly asks, because he just assumes everyone knows he came from the rift. That, or no one actually knows for sure if he came from the rift, but that's his and the Pearl Clan's best guess, because nothing else really holds up under scrutiny, especially once they realize some of his dreams are coming true and the weird thing he sees in them is probably Sinnoh. Actually, there's a good question: how did the Pearl Clan manage to convince the Diamond Clan that Ingo really was a prophet? It'd probably have to be with him accurately predicting something, because I doubt they'd just take their word for it, but it'd have to be something fairly important that he'd have had no other way to predict...

What Emmet says, what he does, always the same. So it'd make sense if he said some of his lines during spars! I could also see them watching recordings of their battles too, like how sports teams do, to see what things they could improve on, or to show each other a battle that they had a lot of fun with, or to show off a combo that ended up working really well. If they do spar in all formats together, which I agree is highly likely, then it'd make a lot of sense if they both studied the recordings of all formats too, so they could help come up different strategies. They'd have to be just as good as the other in both doubles and singles, otherwise they wouldn't be able to put up a good fight and keep the other on their toes enough to improve. So technically Emmet could take over the Singles trains and do just as well as Ingo, and vice versa, it's just that they prefer to do one over the other (but really their most preferred format, and the one they're best at, is Multis).

Ohh, okay, that does make sense. And you're right, the premise of "seek out all pokemon for arceus, for some reason" is kinda goofy, especially since the main Plot seems to be stopping Volo and giratina, which arceus never even mentions. Seeing as the balms never made a whole ton of sense to me, since it's just chucking food at them, using divinely blessed pokeballs to replace them sounds reasonable lol. The catch rate is still probably around the same, just so they're not like instant masterballs. The power in them doesn't make them stronger, it just makes them able to wipe out any traces of the frenzy in a pokemon.

What if that's a big source of contention, where once it's proven that the pokeballs can get rid of an alpha's frenzy the group, sans Arezu, suggests to the leaders the idea that maybe it'd cure Kleavor of his too. Which, obviously the clan leaders say a firm NO to. So they're like, well okay maybe we'll figure something out later, and head back out. Only after a while Lilligant falls to it too, while with them, and then they don't really have much of a choice. Arezu makes a very conflicted decision to allow it when her lady just won't stay down and won't stop fighting with the intent to kill. And she only does it under the condition that she be the one to throw it and with the assurance that yes you can just break the ball and they're totally free from its influence. After that they have to tell the leaders about it. I can't decide whether it'd be better for them to notice the very subtle signs of Sneasler's impending frenzy and then catch her before it can cause problems, or not.

OK I'M GONNA TRIAL RUN THE OTHER FORMAT WE WERE TALKING ABOUT. IT OCCURS TO ME THAT THIS MIGHT GET STUPID LONG.

[ I think it's totally believable for Ingo to just never mention how he got to Hisui unless someone explicitly asks, because he just assumes everyone knows he came from the rift. That, or no one actually knows for sure if he came from the rift, but that's his and the Pearl Clan's best guess, because nothing else really holds up under scrutiny, especially once they realize some of his dreams are coming true and the weird thing he sees in them is probably Sinnoh. Actually, there's a good question: how did the Pearl Clan manage to convince the Diamond Clan that Ingo really was a prophet? It'd probably have to be with him accurately predicting something, because I doubt they'd just take their word for it, but it'd have to be something fairly important that he'd have had no other way to predict... ]

yeah i don't actually think that in pla itself anyone... says he came from the rift? it's just that that's the obvious conclusion given that we, the viewer, already know ingo is from the future. this is also the basis for people suggesting it was an ultra wormhole i think since they never say it was the rift. and yeah that IS a good question... i feel like he might've convinced them the same way he convinced the pearl clan: not really doing anything special to prove it, but just receiving knowledge and acting on it, like knowing an alpha will be uncomfortably close to some people over here and stopping it, knowing a rockslide just happened on the completely other side of the mountain, etc. and there's really no other conclusion to be drawn besides oh ok i guess he does have visions. which would actually work even better if he never like. mentioned it beforehand until they asked

[ What Emmet says, what he does, always the same. So it'd make sense if he said some of his lines during spars! I could also see them watching recordings of their battles too, like how sports teams do, to see what things they could improve on, or to show each other a battle that they had a lot of fun with, or to show off a combo that ended up working really well. If they do spar in all formats together, which I agree is highly likely, then it'd make a lot of sense if they both studied the recordings of all formats too, so they could help come up different strategies. They'd have to be just as good as the other in both doubles and singles, otherwise they wouldn't be able to put up a good fight and keep the other on their toes enough to improve. So technically Emmet could take over the Singles trains and do just as well as Ingo, and vice versa, it's just that they prefer to do one over the other (but really their most preferred format, and the one they're best at, is Multis). ]

YEAH!! no this is what i think... they're both equally skilled at all battle styles bc they spar in both formats all the time, it's just that emmet has a special fondness for doubles because he loves the strategy aspect that goes into it, whereas ingo enjoys the unique challenges of singles more (which i think also tracks with him creating the path of solitude, later—it's like an extra-hard version of the singles challenge of having only one pokemon to work with. which incidentally i feel like a trainer would only ever note that as a feature of singles, specifically, if they were constantly cycling between it and doubles rather than singles being their default. this is getting wildly off topic now ghskjsh) BUT YEAH. and yeah multis is Their Favorite... unfortunately they can't exactly. spar in multis format so the subway is their main opportunity for that hgskjh

[ Ohh, okay, that does make sense. And you're right, the premise of "seek out all pokemon for arceus, for some reason" is kinda goofy, especially since the main Plot seems to be stopping Volo and giratina, which arceus never even mentions. Seeing as the balms never made a whole ton of sense to me, since it's just chucking food at them, using divinely blessed pokeballs to replace them sounds reasonable lol. The catch rate is still probably around the same, just so they're not like instant masterballs. The power in them doesn't make them stronger, it just makes them able to wipe out any traces of the frenzy in a pokemon. ]

yeah that makes sense!! that also gives more life to the crafting part of the game since you have to make a bajillion pokeballs in order to bless them. and yeah arceus' directive to you in canon is... silly ghkjshskjh it's just like "hey do the pokedex. hole in the sky? what hole in the sky? i said CATCH POKEMON." so this is actually a pretty fun way to make that order from god... Relevant

[ What if that's a big source of contention, where once it's proven that the pokeballs can get rid of an alpha's frenzy the group, sans Arezu, suggests to the leaders the idea that maybe it'd cure Kleavor of his too. Which, obviously the clan leaders say a firm NO to. So they're like, well okay maybe we'll figure something out later, and head back out. Only after a while Lilligant falls to it too, while with them, and then they don't really have much of a choice. Arezu makes a very conflicted decision to allow it when her lady just won't stay down and won't stop fighting with the intent to kill. And she only does it under the condition that she be the one to throw it and with the assurance that yes you can just break the ball and they're totally free from its influence. After that they have to tell the leaders about it. I can't decide whether it'd be better for them to notice the very subtle signs of Sneasler's impending frenzy and then catch her before it can cause problems, or not. ]

hmmmm... i wonder if they don't decide to just catch sneasler before she can even start getting frenzied in the first place? just as a precaution bc "well, we know this works, and if we do it now it'll be way easier since you're not frenzied yet." only if she was ok with it obviously, but i could see ingo proposing it to her at some point for safety's sake. you could have a fun thing there with the two of them becoming more like battle partners than a noble and warden, even, if she's also started battling at his side... which almost makes me want to say that she's more like his ace and he doesn't have much/any of a team yet or hasn't sought one out since he already has her... hmmmmm i wanna think abt that.

#the nemesis speaks #the nemesis answers #anonymous #origin visions au #what might also be better here is if i copy paste the text of the ask into an entirely new post instead of it being there like. twice #buuuut idk. i still want it to look like an ask post?#i guues what i could do is send myself a dummy ask that just says ''...'' or something lol. IDK we're trying stuff out

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Planning the Future

This is based on an au I introduced in 2020 for the NyxNoct week (Chapter 7 of the Heroic Start by Shiary on AO3).

Rating: Teen +

Warnings: Slightly graphic violence near the end. Implied character deaths.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, implied character deaths, Nyx Ulric/ Noctis Lucis Caleum, eventual fluff, no major character deaths, Dark-ish Nyx, Royalty AU.

Chapter summary: A much needed conversation between 2 princes offers them clarity and a path towards their future.

Nyx brought Prince Noctis to a nearby creek, far enough that they would be able to talk without being overheard but close enough that Nyx would hear if anyone needed him. When he finally turned to look at the man who had once been his prisoner, Nyx found himself unsure as to where to begin.

Thankfully, Noctis spoke first. "I'm sorry."

"What?"

"I was supposed to stay at the Temple last night." Noctis bowed apologetically towards Nyx. "I know you saw me with Unc... Marshall Leonis and I'm sure you were furious, rightfully so, at my presence with those responsible for the injuries your mother suffered."

Nyx scowled and crossed his arms. "If you're sorry then why did you do it?"

"To get them to leave." When Nyx raised a brow, Noctis continued explaining. "When I was brought here, it was against my will. But instead of being treated as a prisoner like I expected, I was allowed to move around and given a job that I actually liked." Noctis chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I've never liked being royalty. Too much attention and pressure to be this perfect person."

Nyx scoffed, "What a stupid expectation."

"Ya, I was surprised by how relaxed you all are about royalty stuff."

Nyx shrugged, "The only reason the Ulrics still have royal titles is due to Lucis being annoying assholes about who can negotiate with them. At this point, being the Ruler of Galahd just means we get a vote in decisions and pretend we make them in front of other nations."

That got Noctis to laugh and something warm and fuzzy replaced the anxiety that Nyx had been feeling. Oh he was smitten alright, and apparently Ramuh approuved? He'd have to check with his mom later.

For now Nyx still had something they needed to discuss. "Thank you for the apology and keeping Niflheim back until your friend could warn us. However, the Council has elected to wage war on Lucis because Marshall Leonis and your retinue broke the Oath King Regis made about respecting the payment due."

Noctis winced, "I figured that might happen." He turned to look at Nyx, "You don't agree do you? Otherwise why tell me?"

Nyx inclined his head, a slight appreciative smile on his lips. "Before the attack? I did but now... It seems like the wrong target for our Hunters. The only one who would benefit from such a war would be Niflheim. Not exactly what either of us want."

Noctis nodded in agreement for a moment before he frowned, head tilting to one side thoughtfully. "Wait. How did Lucis break that Oath thing in the first place? We've been losing against Niflheim for centuries and Galahd didn't do much when the Wall was reduced so... What happened?"

Nyx was surprised by the change in topic. "You never asked my mom that while you were at the Temple?"

Noctia glanced away, "I was too angry to ask when I was brought there initially then kinda...forgot?"

Nyx couldn't help it. He burst out laughing. "Ramuh's staff! How on Eos have you been able to remember all those orders but forget to ask the reason why you were brought here?"

"Oh shut up!" Noctis hissed in embarrassed anger. "Just tell me already. It's not like Lucis could have sent enough soldiers to make a difference. We also don't have a lot in terms of supplies to share with how isolated Insomnia has become."

Nyx wiped the tears from his eyes even as he answered. "Information. We didn't need soldiers, weapons, or supplies -Galahd provides us with all that- but our abilities are limited to Galahd and the Storm. The Oath has always been about sharing information and trade, that's all."

"Information???"

Nyx nodded and leaned back against a warm rock, tilting his head towards the sun. "Lucis knew that Niflheim was gathering an army near Galahd, had caught wind of a plan to attack us. And yet your father and council made the decision to not share that with us. Then after the attack, they had the galls to deny ever knowing any of it."

Noctis frowned. "How did Galahd find proof of this?"

"Ramuh." Nyx shrugged. "An Oath with his blessing means he is aware of anything and everything related to it. If the information had been delayed or ignored by only a few then the Oath wouldn't have broken. Its destruction was proof enough."

Noctis stayed silent for a while, Nyx echoing it as he allowed the prince to process that knowledge. He took that time to take a good look at the man he'd come to love. Even with a thoughtful frown, Noctis was beautiful. Long lashes framed gorgeous eyes that seemed to shine with emotions, a veritable gate to how his princeling truly felt.

His body was that of a lithe but trained fighter, born from years of training. With an amused smile, Nyx noted that Noctis' muscles had changed in the months since Nyx had first seen it. Still healthy and fit, there was a new roundness to his figure, a lessening of the muscle definition that made Nyx wonder what kinds of meals his princeling had been getting in Insomnia.

Noctis' voice broke through his admiration. "My eyes are up here, Boss." Thankfully, Noctis' tone was amused and playful.

"And they're as gorgeous as the rest of you." Nyx spoke before his brain had caught up. With a hiss, Nyx hurried to apologize. "Sorry that was inappropriate. What did you want to say?" Lifting his eyes, Nyx noticed the blush on his princeling's cheeks. -and he wasn't going to think about how being called boss made his inside twitch.-

"Umm..." Noctis stumbled over his words for a moment before he managed to speak properly. "I have a plan to help you convince your Elders to not go to war with Lucis."

"Oh? Well, I'm all ears. What do you have in mind?" Nyx straightened and leaned closer.

×+×++×

Nyx greeted his mom with a hug and a question. "Did Ramuh know I'd fall in love with the princeling?" His mother laughed at him and he frowned. "I'm being serious, mom."

"I know, Nyx." She took a step back, a hand cupping his cheek as she answered. "No, Ramuh did not know you would fall in love. However, he had been keeping watch over Prince Noctis due to a stupid prophecy that Bahamut insists should come to pass. No, I will not explain that yet. It is neither the time nor of any importance now."

"When King Regis failed to warn Galahd of the impending attack by Niflheim, Ramuh saw it as a chance to give Prince Noctis a happier life. One free of the burden of royalty that he wilted under in Insomnia. The Oath initially specified that the Ruler would become the sacrifice but Ramuh decided otherwise. In his own words, Noctis has the making of a Galahdian and should be allowed to make his own path in life."

Nyx relaxed at that, relieved that Ramuh hadn't predicted his love for his princeling. He placed his own hand over his mom's with a soft smile. "Then can you help us with the Elders? We have a plan."

"I'm listening."

"A war between Lucis and Galahd would benefit Niflheim and open us up to further attacks. Prince Noctis proposes that instead, Lucis hires Galahd's Hunters to help them repel Niflheim from Lucis, with the price being twice what is ours to claim as well as all of (location). And... He's agreed to let me court him."

His mom raised a brow, "A Galahdian or Lucian courtship?"

"Galahdian Hunter's courtship, of course."

"And the offering?"

"Aldercapt's head."

His mother's eyes flashed bright white as thunder mixed with her delighted laughter. "Galahd's path is a war indeed! Just not the one the Elders envisioned. Very well, I'll deal with the Elders and your father. You, on the other hand, will have to deal with the Lucians."

"Mom!" But it was too late as his mom kissed his forehead and left, leaving him alone with a monumental task.

Ifrit's ass, how was he supposed to explain to a bunch of overprotective Lucians the concept of courtship Hunts?

A/N: Thank you for the great week! Feel free to ask me about this au whenever :)

#NyxWeek2023 #nyx ulric #Noctis Lucis Caelum #Day 7: free

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