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The Silver Dragon (18/?)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Original Female Character

Word Count: 6393

Story Summary: Lady Arianwyn Targaryen, the Lady of Runestone, was seeded by her father, the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, in an act of unbridled hatred, and borne of her mother, the late Lady Rhea Royce, as a desperate grasp at revenge.

Ignored by her father, and alone following the death of her mother, she is raised in King’s Landing alongside her cousin, Prince Aemond Targaryen. As they grow, the two find themselves indelibly bonded. But their lives are far from the fairy tales they read, and as tensions in the family rise, they find their paths may diverge.

Will they be pulled apart when the dragons dance?

Chapter Summary: When Vaemond Velaryon petitions the Crown to grant him succession of Driftmark, Arianwyn is faced with her worst fears.

Warnings: Violence. Mentions of rape.

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The Petition

Arianwyn was woken the following morning not by Brynna, but by her half-sister Rhaena. The girl had snuck into her rooms to lay a gown at the foot of her bed, but Arianwyn was so unsettled by her father’s threats from the night before that even the gentle sound of fabric on fabric startled her from sleep.

“I'm sorry," Rhaena said, wincing when Arianwyn burst awake and scrambled out of bed. "I didn't mean to wake you. Rhaenyra asked that I bring this dress for you to wear today, and I couldn't find your maid."

With her heart still pounding, Arianwyn shook her head. "It's fine. I… I was having a bad dream."

"Do you like it?"

"Like what?"

"The dress."

"Oh," Arianwyn had, in truth, been so startled that she hardly processed Rhaena's words. Then, pulling the sleeve of her nightgown back over her shoulder, she stepped to the end of the bed to examine the dress.

It was one of Rhaenyra's. A red gown with open, flowing sleeves and gold wrist cuffs that she had favored when her children were young. Arianwyn thought it had been retired when the brocade had started to fray. Indeed, when she looked closely at the gold thread on the bodice, she could see where hasty repairs had been made. But, from a distance, it looked as beautiful as ever.

"She wants me to wear this?" she asked Rhaena.

Her half-sister smiled, holding the gown up to try and see how it would look. "Isn’t it sweet of her?”

Arianwyn grimaced. It seemed that, like Alicent, Rhaenyra knew how to send a message via one’s clothing. To clothe her in Targaryen red and in a dress that once belonged to the Princess would indeed create the image of a united family that Rhaenyra desired to present to the court.

Rhaena was still waiting for an answer, but Arianwyn could not say anything she knew her sister wanted to hear.

“Red doesn’t suit me,” she said instead. Not an agreement, but nor was it an insult.

“Well, I think it will look beautiful on you,” Rhaena chirped, far happier than Arianwyn had ever been so soon after waking. “May I help you dress, or shall I find your maid?”

Begrudgingly amused by her sister’s unrelenting cheer, Arianwyn smiled and nodded. “I think Brynna would appreciate a morning to rest.”

Rhaena immediately set to work. She was far more skilled than her long-serving maid at combing the knots from her hair. Having been born with even thicker curls, she no doubt had plenty of experience. And while she tried very hard to convince Arianwyn to let her use a new braiding technique she had learned, she eventually relented to her desire to wear her hair unbound.

Arianwyn’s warming mood waned when she donned the dress. While she was roughly the same size as Rhaenyra when it was made, it was far from a perfect fit. Rhaenyra had always had a more boyish figure, whereas Arianwyn possessed well-developed curves. As such, the fabric of the gown was strained around her chest and hips but hung loosely over her waist. A shame. She had been hoping the dress would not close.

After giving herself a good look in the mirror, Arianwyn turned back to Rhaena. “See, I told you I would look horrid in red.”

“I have never seen a person look so pale,” Rhaena agreed. “It is as if you’ve been rolled in flour.”

Both girls immediately gave in to laughter, wheezing and snorting in a very unladylike manner.

It was then that Brynna finally entered the room, mouth falling agape at the sight of the two young royals in such a state. “By the Seven, what are you doing?” she asked, failing to keep her voice stern. “And Aria, who put that wretched dress on you?”

Arianwyn’s laughter immediately stopped, and she glanced self-consciously down at herself. “Princess Rhaenyra requested that I wear this today,” she explained.

Brynna gave her a pitying, understanding smile. “I see,” she said. “I’ll see if I can find a belt somewhere, try and salvage some semblance of beauty.” With that, she gave a quick curtsy and went back through the door.

Sitting back at the vanity, Arianwyn fiddled with the gown's sleeves. She doubted whether she would ever feel comfortable with the heavy cuffs or the slits down the front of each sleeve. She certainly would not get used to baring her naked shoulders – she would surely be cold all day and would have to resist the temptation to cover herself with her arms.

But the awkward dress was the least of her problems. After what Daemon said to her the night before, she did not know how he would react if the Hand brought up the subject of her release. Her hand trembled as she brought it up to her neck to finger a necklace that was not there.

Rhaena stepped up behind her, placing a gentle hand on her exposed shoulder. “What did they say to you last night?" she asked.

Arianwyn met her sister’s violet eyes through the mirror. “Do you really want to know?”

“No,” Rhaena answered. “But if it is the reason you are behaving so fearfully this morning, I must.”

“They scolded me for being alone with Prince Aemond,” Arianwyn admitted. “And… warned me of the consequences should rumor spread.”

It was a very generous interpretation of the conversation. Long ago, perhaps Arianwyn would have given her the unvarnished truth. Taken a cruel pleasure in seeing her perfect image of her father shatter to reveal the monster beneath. But the scratches Rhaena had once inflicted upon her had long since faded.

Neither of them were the same girls they had been in that tunnel.

Those girls would hate each other forever – they would never be sisters.

Arianwyn and Rhaena were.

And that meant that Rhaena could tell when her sister was lying.

“Was he very cruel to you? Our father?” she asked, though, from the look of dread on her face, it was clear she already knew the answer.

Arianwyn nodded, blinking tears from her eyes. “Even more than usual.”

Rhaena surged forward, clutching her sister in a tight embrace. “I am so sorry, Aria. I wish there was something I could do.”

“There is nothing I would ask of you,” Arianwyn assured. “Just know how much I have valued your kindness – your sisterhood. And that I love you. I truly do.”

“I love you too, Aria.”

Arianwyn entered the Throne Room with her family. As ever, she was in the back of the procession. She had no doubt that if little Aegon and Viserys had been brought to the petition, she would have been made to walk behind the nursemaids carrying them.

They were the last to enter, a strategic move on Rhaenyra’s part. But, unfortunately, it meant that all eyes were on them as they approached the base of the dais. Arianwyn shivered, digging her nails into her palms to stop herself from covering her bare shoulders. Of course, she had no opposition to revealing dresses on other women – bolder women. But to her, even this comparatively modest dress made her feel as though she was striding naked past the entire court.

She relaxed slightly when she saw Alicent and her children near the throne. The Queen gave her a weak smile of encouragement, though Arianwyn could see the worry in her dark eyes. Helaena looked like she would rather be in the gardens or her rooms, but that was hardly unusual. Neither was the glassy, distant look in Aegon’s eyes. He probably didn’t even know why he had been pulled from his bed.

And then there was Aemond. He stood behind his siblings, arms crossed across his back as he followed Arianwyn across the room with his eye.

He struggled to maintain control of his breathing when he saw her. As she walked, the fabric of her loose sleeves swayed, revealing glimpses of her arms. How many times had he imagined those arms wrapped around him? How many times had he envisioned pressing loving kisses into the soft skin of those shoulders, now exposed for all to see? He wanted to shield her from the leering eyes of all the other men in the room, to cut out their eyes for even daring to look at her.

But she was not his to protect, as he was reminded when Daemon met his eye. His uncle dared to flash a smug grin, setting Aemond’s blood aflame. He turned back to Arianwyn, following her fearful gaze to Daemon’s side, where the Valyrian Steel sword, Dark Sister, was sheathed.

Daemon had brought a weapon to the Throne Room?

Gods, Arianwyn was afraid, Aemond realized as he cleared the lust from his vision and actually looked at her.

Her hands trembled, even as she held them in tight fists. The bare shoulders he had only just been fantasizing about were taut with tension as they rose and fell with each quick breath she took. The ease and grace she showed when they were together yesterday were gone, replaced by barely concealed terror.

What had Daemon done to her?

But before he could move to her or speak, his grandsire called the court to order.

“Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survives his wounds,” Otto boomed from atop the dais, “we gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As Hand, I speak with the King’s voice on this and all other matters.”

Daemon scoffed as Otto took his seat on the Iron Throne. Arianwyn flinched at the sound.

Seeing her half-sister’s reaction, Rhaena silently offered her hand. Arianwyn gladly took it and squeezed once to give her thanks.

Across the room, Aemond tried to catch Arianwyn’s eye, but she continued to stare straight ahead at the window behind the throne, shaking as she tried to steady her breath. He crossed his arms tighter across his back, nails digging into the leather of his sleeves.

“The crown will hear the petitions,” the Hand continued. “Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon.”

Vaemond stepped away from Rhaenys and Baela to the center of the room. “My Queen,” he said, bowing his head toward Alicent before facing the throne. “My Lord Hand.”

“The history of our noble houses extends beyond the Seven Kingdoms to the days of Old Valyria,” he began. “For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas. When the Doom fell on Old Valyria, our houses became the last of their kind. Our forebearers came to this new land, knowing that were they to fail, it would mean the end to their bloodlines and their name.”

In the corner of her eye, Arianwyn saw Daemon and Rhaenyra exchange a look. She shuddered to think what it might mean.

Vaemond dropped his arms to his sides, standing tall and proud even as Daemon scowled at him. “I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brother’s seat. I am Lord Corlys’ closest kin – his own blood. The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins.”

“As it does in my sons,” Rhaenyra interjected, “the offspring of Laenor Velaryon. If you cared so much about your house’s blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and your own ambition.”

Arianwyn clenched her jaw as she looked up to glare at the back of Rhaenyra’s head. She was fast approaching her limit on the Princess’ hypocrisy. Had she not lied to the court about the true parentage of her sons for years to protect her ambitions? Only last night, had she not stood idly by as her husband revealed his intention to whore out his own daughter to further their shared ambitions for the throne?

Perhaps sharing Daemon’s words would sway the court in both Vaemond's and Arianwyn’s favor.

But before Arianwyn could even loosen her jaw, the Queen spoke. “You will have a chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra,” Alicent scolded. “Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard.”

As Vaemond turned to face the Princess, Aemond, at last, caught Arianwyn’s gaze. He had never seen that look before, full of primal rage and reckless determination. That was not the Arianwyn he knew and loved.

He frowned, widening his eye and giving a subtle shake of his head. Whatever you are thinking, don’t do it, he begged silently.

She stared back at him, tears welling in her eyes. Her mouth fell open slightly as though she were about to speak, but Vaemond continued before a sound could leave her lips.

“What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess?” He asked of Rhaenyra, who refused to even look at him. “I could cut my veins and show it to you, and you still wouldn’t recognize it. This is about the future and survival of my house, not yours.”

With an angry glance at Luke, Vaemond again turned to the throne. “My Queen, my Lord Hand. This is a matter of blood, not ambition,” he declared. “I place the continuation of the survival of my house and my line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother’s successor. The Lord of Driftmark, and the Lord of the Tides.”

“Thank you, Ser Vaemond,” Otto said from his seat atop the Iron Throne, dismissing the knight. “Princess Rhaenyra, you may now speak for your son, Lucerys Velaryon.”

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes, striding lazily toward the center of the room as if she had been asked by her nursemaid to clean up after herself rather than formally address the Hand of the King as he sat the Iron Throne.

“If I am to grace this farce with some answer,” she said, her boredom and disdain clear in her voice, “I will start by reminding the court that nearly 20 years ago, in this very – ”

Her words were cut off when the doors of the throne room burst open, and the King, with a gold mask covering half his face and leaning nearly all his weight on a cane, began to hobble into the room.

“King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.”

Arianwyn could not tear her eyes from her uncle as he made his way, ever slowly, toward the Iron Throne. His back was so deeply hunched that he now stood no taller than Arianwyn herself. What little hair he still had hung in long, limp tendrils around his sunken, blemished face. He gasped for breath as he walked, revealing many missing or rotted teeth.

This was not the King Arianwyn remembered. Seeing the state he was in, she understood the exhaustion and worry she had seen on so many faces around the Red Keep – on Alicent.

The King was dying.

He stopped at the base of the dais, facing Otto Hightower, who had come down from the throne to meet him. “I will sit the throne today,” he rasped.

“Your Grace,” Otto said, nodding as he stepped away from the throne. It seemed the Hand was as surprised as anyone by the appearance of the poorly King.

When Viserys stumbled on the first step of the dais, Ser Erryk Cargyll leaped forward to catch him. But the King waved him away.

Arianwyn turned away from the heartbreaking sight. She had held on to her anger at the King for so long – for his treatment of Aemond on Driftmark and refusing to bring her home. But she had never wanted to see him suffer – certainly not like this. She had loved him dearly, once.

She looked to Aemond with a question in her gaze. Why didn’t you tell me?

He grimaced, glancing down in shame before looking back at her. I didn’t know how, his pained face seemed to reply.

The clattering of metal drew their attention back to the throne. The King’s crown, the same his own grandsire had worn, had slipped from his brow and onto the stone steps.

Arianwyn tensed as Daemon stepped forward. With Dark Sister at his side, he could easily kill the King here and now and place his wife on the Iron Throne. But he did not, and the steel remained sheathed.

Daemon knelt by his brother’s side and picked up the crown. He wrapped his arm carefully around Viserys and guided him up the steps to the throne. And with a tenderness Arianwyn had never seen, her father crowned the King and retreated from the throne.

Was it supposed to make her feel better, to see that her father was capable of love? That he had the capacity to be gentle and kind to those he truly cared for? Perhaps. But it did not. It only further wounded her long-damaged heart. To know that when he could be so caring, he still chose to hate her so fiercely.

When Daemon again took his place beside Rhaenyra, Arianwyn felt a familiar cold settle in her veins. But, this time, she was sure it was there to stay.

“I must… admit… my confusion,” The King rasped. “I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. The only one present who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys’ wishes is the Princess Rhaenys.”

“Indeed, your grace,” Rhaenys answered as all eyes turned to her. She gazed with a guarded expression at Vaemond before stepping to the throne.

“It was ever my husband’s will that Driftmark pass through Ser Laenor to his trueborn son… Lucerys Velaryon.” the Princess’ voice held hesitation, though few noticed it. “His mind never changed. Nor did my support of him. As a matter of fact, the Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys’ granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena. A proposal to which I heartily agree.”

Arianwyn whipped her head to Rhaena. “Did you know about this?” she asked.

Rhaena shook her head, genuine shock in her eyes. Though she did not seem displeased by the prospect.

The King smiled. “Well… the matter is settled,” he declared. “Again. I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides.”

Silence fell over the hall. Arianwyn’s own heart sank as she realized what the decision meant. The King was still as stubborn as ever. He still favored his firstborn daughter and the cost of even the plain truth. Even if Arianwyn pleaded with him as she had planned and screamed the truth of his crimes for all to hear, she was sure he would deny her and send her back to Dragonstone with her father.

Where Daemon would kill her for insulting him in front of the court.

But Arianwyn was not the only one crushed by the King’s choice.

“You break law and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir,” Vaemond Velaryon spat, stalking towards the throne as a lion to its prey. “Yet you dare tell me who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon. No. I will not allow it.”

“’ Allow it?’” Viserys hissed. “Do not forget yourself, Vaemond.”

No one in the room dared move, or even so much as breathe as they stood in cautious anticipation at what the would-be heir would do next.

“That,” Vaemond shouted as he turned on Lucerys, pointing an accusing finger at the nervous young boy. “Is no true Velaryon,” he growled, “and certainly no nephew of mine.”

Rhaenyra stepped in front of Luke, “Go to your chambers. You have said enough.” She scolded Ser Vaemond.

“Lucerys is my true-born grandson,” Viserys said, with a strength greater than his withered body would suggest. “And you are no more than the second son of Driftmark.”

Pity flowered in Arianwyn’s heart. Vaemond was right. They could all see it. Rhaenyra was stealing his birthright in broad daylight, and no one would defend him.

“You,” Vaemond barked at the King, “may run your house as you see fit, but you will not decide the future of mine! My house survived the Doom, and a thousand tribulations besides! And gods be damned, I will not see it ended on the account of this…” He bit back his words as he turned to Rhaenyra, righteous anger twisting his face.

“Say it,” Daemon whispered. A challenge and a threat.

It pushed Vaemond over the final ledge.

“Her children are bastards!” he screamed, “And she is a whore.”

A furious whisper echoed around the room. No one had dared voice such an accusation for years, let alone so brazenly in front of the King.

Aemond smiled, an involuntary gesture. Surely, Vaemond was not so foolish as to think Viserys would ever admit the truth. He had learned that for himself the night he lost his eye.

Indeed, the King raised himself from the throne and brandished his Valyrian Steel dagger in a shaking hand. “I will have your tongue for that,” he snarled.

His smile fell when he heard Arianwyn’s scream.

Her shriek pierced the ears of everyone in the room, drawing their eyes not to her, but to Daemon. And the near-headless body of Vaemond Velaryon falling at his feet.

Everyone had been watching the King. Everyone but her. In her paranoid state, she had immediately noticed when Daemon drew Dark Sister. But he had not swung for her. In a single blow, he had severed Vaemond’s skull just above the jaw, leaving his tongue completely unscathed as the corpse fell to the stone.

“He can keep his tongue,” Daemon quipped.

Aemond did not see his sister clap her hands over her ears and turn away. He did not hear Otto shout for Daemon’s disarmament. He did not see his father collapse on the throne. He did not even see the growing pool of blood on the throne room floor.

All he saw was Daemon wiping the blood from his blade as he turned back to his family, eyes locking with Arianwyn’s in a silent threat. He saw her face blanche and her lips tremble as she fought her tears and the bile rising in her throat. He saw the hope fade from her steel-grey eyes as she turned and ran from the room.

Not caring who saw, Aemond pushed past his brother and followed.

Aemond chased Arianwyn through the halls of the Red Keep until she finally collapsed, falling to her knees in an empty courtyard far from the throne room. He could hear the sound of her dress tearing as she skidded across the gravel, and his heart wrenched as she listened to her agonizing sobs.

“Aria,” he whispered as he knelt beside her, gently laying a hand on her bare shoulders. “Aria, I’m here.”

When she turned to face him, there was a moment where her face softened with relief. But when he laid a hand on her cheek to wipe away a tear, another cry racked through her. He caught her in his arms as she fell into him, and before he could stop himself, he bowed his head forward and laid his lips on her soft cheek, kissing away another tear.

But she did not recoil from him. Rather, she seemed to melt into his touch. Grasping the side of her face in one hand, Aemond ran his nose along her face, unwilling to break the connection, and pressed another kiss to her forehead.

Arianwyn leaned into his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck like he was the only thing keeping her anchored to the ground as her tears came harder and faster. He did not know what to say, how to calm her from her frantic state. So, he simply pulled her closer, cradling the back of her head and whispering sweet words into her ear.

After a long while, her breathing finally slowed. She tightened her arms around him and whimpered, “He killed him.”

“I know,” Aemond said, gently rocking her in his arms.

“In front of everyone. He killed him. And no one did anything.”

“I know.”

“What will they do when he kills me?”

Aemond froze. He was utterly paralyzed as he heard his worst fear spoken aloud. The entire world seemed to disappear, leaving only him, Arianwyn, and her horrible words.

He felt his jaw twitching as he struggled to at least appear to remain calm, for Arianwyn’s sake. “He will not kill you,” was all he could bite out.

“He will,” Arianwyn declared. “He said so himself.”

Aemond pushed her back so he could see her face. Her cheeks were nearly as red as her dress, as were the rims of her silver eyes. Tears still fell from those beautiful eyes, and her lip trembled as she stared back at him.

“He told me that all I am is a… a ‘virgin cunt,’” though her voice was shaky and weak, she did not stop when Aemond hissed at her words. “And that if I did anything to jeopardize him selling me off to the highest bidder, he would have no reason to keep me alive.”

When Aemond only stared at her, a dangerous fire in his purple eye, she grabbed the collar of his coat. She needed him to hear what she said. “He killed my mother.”

“What?” his voice was as sharp as freshly quenched steel.

“He hated her. He wanted her gone. So, he killed her.” Once she began, the story spilled forth like fire from a dragon. “He paralyzed her, broke her back and so many bones. And he raped her. It was his final insult. He raped her, and then she was pregnant with me.”

Aemond brought his hands up to cup her jaw. Listening to her and feeling her blood flowing beneath his palms was the only thing keeping him from racing back to the throne room and gutting every person he saw.

“Gerold, Brynna, and her Maester offered her a tea to end the pregnancy,” she halted when Aemond’s hands tightened on her cheeks. She wrapped her own around his wrists, letting him feel her, feel that she was here, and she was alive.

“She refused,” she explained, and he relaxed slightly. “She knew she would not survive the birth, but she did not want him to forget her. So, she had me. As her revenge. That is why he hates me. I am a living reminder that he could not break her.”

Aemond growled, furious now with both Daemon and Rhea Royce. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead into Arianwyn’s.

“You are not a revenge, nor a reminder,” he rumbled, his voice so low that Arianwyn struggled to hear it, even as close as he was. “You are a person. A beautiful, wonderful, kind, and unbearably good person.”

He stood, raising her with him and wrapping his hands around her waist to hold her steady. “You are so much more than…” he could not bring himself to repeat Daemon’s cruel and crude words, “than whatever your father says you are. You are the Lady of Runestone, and a daughter of House Targaryen.”

“If anyone dares harm you,” he hissed, all his hatred and rage alight in his eye, “I will burn them to ash. I would reduce the whole world to embers to protect you, Aria.”

His words, honest and pure, warmed Arianwyn’s frozen heart. Her tears faded as she finally felt safe in his arms, under his gaze. She stepped forward, resting her head on his chest, saying with her touch what she could not say with her words.

Neither noticed Princess Rhaenys stalking toward them until she grabbed them by the shoulders and tore them apart.

“By all the gods,” she scolded. “Can the two of you not even try to act as though you are guided by your minds and not your…” she stopped herself from finishing the sentence. Taking in Arianwyn’s innocent face, flushed red and stained with tears, she knew that her initial, somewhat vulgar thought was likely inappropriate and inaccurate – at least on Arianwyn’s part.

“Your hearts,” she finished.

Aemond, still clutching Arianwyn’s hand, stepped protectively in front of the girl, his free hand drifting over the dagger he had strapped to his belt. His mouth was a hard, straight line, and the fire in his eye could have boiled the Narrow Sea to vapor.

“Oh please,” Rhaenys scoffed. “If you really think she has anything to fear from me, you’re even stupider than your brother. Aegon, obviously – I hear Daeron has become quite clever after so many years among the Maesters.”

While her attempt to defuse the tension with her wry humor did not sway the Prince for a moment, Arianwyn, at least, seemed to realize there was no imminent danger. She pressed against Aemond’s shoulder, pulling his hand back from the pommel of his dagger. As soon as he felt her move, Aemond, too, relaxed from his defensive posture, leaning back into her touch.

The gesture stunned Rhaenys. It was a precise yet unspoken language between them, revealing a profound familiarity and intimacy that she had only ever seen once before. Between her grandparents – King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne.

Rhaenys had once dreamed of finding a love that pure.

She did love Corlys, and he loved her too. But, despite the veracity of their love, his unrelenting ambition to advance himself and place his blood on the throne always seemed to get in the way of their finding true contentment in only each other.

But Aemond and Arianwyn, young and naïve as they were, and after being separated for so long, seemed to share that great love of legend.

Though Rhaenys was not sure either of them had quite realized it yet.

Arianwyn squeezed Aemond’s hand, driving him to speak. “What is it you want, cousin?” While his voice was soft, Rhaenys could hear the threat buried beneath his words.

“I would like to speak with Arianwyn,” she answered. “Privately, if you would permit it, my Prince.”

Aemond dropped his chin slightly, carefully running his eye over Rhaenys once more to ensure she was not a threat. Then, he glanced down at Arianwyn. Rhaenys could not see his eye, as it was the scarred and covered side of his face that was turned to her.

But she watched as Arianwyn squeezed his arm and hand, giving him a slight nod and a weak but reassuring smile. A moment passed, and she nodded again, a harder set to her grey eyes. Then, hesitantly, Aemond removed his hand from hers.

Rhaenys fought to conceal a grin. Aemond had passed that particular test.

Though every instinct he had screamed at him not to leave Arianwyn, Aemond took a single, cautious step away from her. When she did not reach out to grab him again, he resigned himself fully to leaving her in Rhaenys’ hands.

He looked into her eyes once more, hoping that she understood that he was sincere in his promise. He would burn the world down, starting with Daemon, if that was what it took to keep her safe.

After taking a moment to sear the image of her face – perfect, even in distress – into his memory, Aemond turned and stalked out of the corridor, heading straight for the training yard. If he was to keep himself from killing his uncle this day, he needed to swing his sword at something.

Arianwyn did not say anything, or even move until Aemond was well out of sight. When she finally turned to Rhaenys, there were fresh tears in her eyes. “What is it you wanted to speak to me about, Princess?”

The distress in her voice nearly shattered Rhaenys’ heart there and then. She held her arm out for Arianwyn to take, “Come, let me walk you to your rooms.”

The women walked in silence through the long halls of the castle. Whenever they passed courtiers who tried to stop and engage them in conversation, Rhaenys masterfully brushed them aside without insult, allowing them to make it through the doors of Arianwyn’s rooms without ever breaking their stride.

With the door shut and locked behind them, Rhaenys deposited Arianwyn on the edge of the bed. Still silent, she began tracing the walls of the room with her hands, brushing curtains and tapestries aside in her search. When Arianwyn was finally about to give in to her curiosity and ask what her cousin was doing, a muffled “thud” echoed throughout the room.

Turning to her young cousin with a victorious smirk, Rhaenys pushed gently on the stone next to the vanity. Much to Arianwyn’s surprise, a large section of the wall seemingly detached, swinging open as a door into a dark tunnel.

“What is that?” she asked, unsure whether to be impressed or afraid.

Rhaenys gestured for her to stand and examine it for herself. Arianwyn obeyed, drawing her arms around her when a cool wind from inside the hidden tunnel swept into the room.

“Maegor had these tunnels built throughout the Keep,” Rhaenys explained. “I’m not sure whether it was genius or paranoia, but they have proven very useful to me in the past.”

Arianwyn looked at her cousin with a questioning gaze. Rhaenys chuckled, “I don’t know where most of them lead. The only path I have committed to memory is from my old quarters to the kitchens. To be quite honest, I was not sure there would be an entrance here. But I am glad there is.”

“Why are you showing this to me, Rhaenys?” Arianwyn asked, though she was fairly certain she knew the answer.

Her ever-collected expression fading into worry, the Princess cupped Arianwyn’s cheeks in her hands. “Rhaena told me that something happened last night. Something that made you terrified of Daemon.” Her lilac eyes hardened, and her lips tightened. “I know what he is capable of, more than most. I will not let what happened to my children happen to you.”

“What do you mean?” Arianwyn asked, wrapping her hand around Rhaenys’ elbows.

“I have never believed, not for one moment, that Ser Qarl killed Laenor on a whim,” the Princess explained. “Laenor was a good man – loved by his men. None of them would have turned on him like that without someone else pulling the strings.”

“My father.”

Rhaenys nodded. “Daemon has lusted after Rhaenyra for years. Marrying Laena was his way of coping with the fact that he could not have her. Once Laena was dead, only my son stood in the way of what he had long desired.”

Arianwyn’s heart sank, realizing the deep pain she shared with her cousin. “Ser Laenor was not the first to die.”

“I always suspected Rhea had not been injured by accident,” Rhaenys said as she pulled her hands from Arianwyn’s face. “I am so sorry you have had to live with that burden.”

“It is not my burden to bear,” Arianwyn replied. “I had as little choice in the matter as my mother. I was seeded by his cruelty. Now it seems I may die by it as well.”

As she said the words, Arianwyn was surprised to find they did not spark tears or even a sense of dread. Rather, they nearly brought a sense of peace. After all, it was a good story, if tragic. It was one she could imagine among the gilded pages of a storybook. She always wanted to live a fairy tale, though she had hoped hers would have a happy ending.

Rhaenys grabbed her again, harder this time, her fingers digging into Arianwyn’s skin. “No!” she hissed. “Do not resign yourself to that fate! There are too many people who care for you too much to see you gone so soon.”

Her eyes darkened as she continued, “Our family is heading for dark days, Arianwyn. We will not lose one of the few lights we have left.”

“So what do I do?” Arianwyn begged. The King would surely not grant her release from Daemon. He could hardly walk on his own, let alone stand against his brother. After what he had done in the throne room, she was sure that if Alicent or Otto tried to grant her release, she would end up in a similar fate as Vaemond Velaryon.

Rhaenys turned the girl to face the tunnel. “Escape! Follow these tunnels until you find yourself in the city. Keep your hair covered and find a market. Sell your jewels, your clothes even. Make yourself unrecognizable. As soon as you can, leave King’s Landing. Go to Runestone. I will write to Ser Gerold to expect you, and we will find a way to keep you hidden until you are of age. But you must go. Now.”

Arianwyn’s mind raced. She could not deny the appeal of Rhaenys’ plan, of disappearing until she could actually wield the power she needed to fight her father. But even as her legs itched to race through the tunnel, her heart pulled her back into her rooms.

“I can’t,” she whispered, all too aware of the disappointment on her cousin’s face. “I cannot leave without telling Aemond where I am. I cannot let him worry for me.”

Rhaenys scowled, “Would you rather him weep over your corpse?”

“No!” Arianwyn shot back. Just the image caused her chest to tighten. “If I disappear without him knowing, I cannot predict what he may do. I will not see him hurt, or worse.”

“Fine,” Rhaenys said, biting her lip to stop her from shouting. “Say your goodbyes. Say whatever you need to.” But promise me that you will run at the first sight of danger.”

Arianwyn steeled herself, trying to show confidence even when she did not feel it. If she did run, would she even be able to find her way out of the castle? Would she survive just one night alone in the streets of King’s Landing? Would she be able to make it to the Vale without being caught, or worse?

Would she ever be able to bring herself to leave Aemond?

“I promise.”

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bish-0-p · 3 months

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May I request a story with Kamala Khan? She watches a Pinocchio movie and while watching, she wonders if she can stretch her nose like Pinocchio. She manages to do it, but her nose grows a bit too long. And worse, she can't shrink it. Scared at first, she's in awe as birds rest on her nose. She even manages to help a cat down a tree with her nose. The cat paws the end of her nose and it shrinks her nose back to normal, for a boop was all that was necessary to reverse it.

oh my god this is hilarious. okay, absolutely.

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If there was one thing that Kamala Khan loved about shapeshifting, it was the potential that it had. There had been a time where she'd used her abilities to turn into her hero, a time when she'd believed nobody would take a brown girl seriously. Nowadays, she used her polymorphing for more than just heroism.

If Mr. Fantastic could, why couldn't she?

On a sleepy Sunday evening, Kamala was curled up in her bed. She was bundled up in her softest pajamas, with her hair braided so it would stay out of her face. From her phone, music rang out, filling the otherwise silent room with an almost magical tune. She'd been meaning to get around to watching Pinocchio for way too long, and it seemed today was the day for it.

As she watched the wooden boy frolic around on screen, an idea popped into her head: what would happen if she stretched her nose out?

She blinked, then held her phone to her chest as she stared blankly at her wall. Some people may consider that silliness an abuse of her powers but oh did it have potential. A wicked grin twisted at her lips, and she surged up, throwing off the blankets and springing to her feet. She tossed her phone onto her bed, and the sound from the movie became muffled.

Alright. First, she had to tell a lie, right?

She set her hands on her hips and thought hard, her lips pouting. "Oh!" she said to herself, bouncing on her feet as the idea came to her. "I... hate Captain Marvel." She willed her nose to grow, and grow it did. It stretched out two inches in front of her face, and Kamala shrieked with amusement.

"I'm a mutant!" Again, her nose grew. It stretched out further and further, growing thinner as the tip became a sharp point. "My favorite color is pink." Though the lying wasn't actually necessary for her, it did help her get into character, so to speak. When she ran out of ideas, her nose was over five feet long. She looked down her nose, then laughed. "I can't wait to tell Miles and Sam about this," she sighed to herself. "Well, okay." She breathed in, willing her nose to shrink, and...

Nothing.

"Odd," she muttered. She willed it again. Nothing. Kamala's eyes widened, and she stared in horror. "Come on, shrink!" She grabbed her elongated nose with two hands and pulled, wondering if she could force herself back into shape. "Come on!"

A pair of knuckles rapped on the door. "Beta? Why are you shouting?"

She turned her wide stare to her door. "Um, sorry Ammi! I'm just playing a game!" Her nose grew another two inches.

She could hear her mother shuffle, then sigh. "Well, stop yelling. You are going to wake up the entire house."

"Sorry," she whisper-shouted. As she heard her mother leave, Kamala slouched. What was she going to do if she couldn't get her nose back in place? Was she going to have to get it cut off? Change her name to The Magnificent Ms. Nosegirl? She'd have to drop out of school, and she'd lose all of her friends and teammates, and nobody would want to talk to her and—

She took in a deep breath. She slowly turned, cringing as her nose knocked over a few items on her desk across the room. She backed up until she could feel her window behind her, then pushed it up. She walked forward, turned to face her window, then stuck her nose outside. She climbed down backwards, hopping the last foot. It didn't seem like anyone was around, so she had that going for her, at least.

Kamala quickly hurried through the neighborhood and made her way to the luckily empty park. With a huffy sigh, she sat down on a bench. "I'm gonna have to run away," she whined. "But how can I do that if I hit something every time I move?"

A beat passed, and she laughed at herself. "I probably just need to concentrate. If I calm down, it'll go back to normal. It has to." She pulled her legs up on the bench and folded them into the lotus position, then dropped her hands on her knees. She took a deep breath, then closed her eyes and let herself relax.

Behind her somewhere, she could hear pigeons coo. She squeezed her eyes shut a little tighter, willing herself to ignore them. Calm. She had to be calm. She couldn't let anything distract her.

The pigeons cooed again. She heard the flapping of wings. Kamala tightened her jaw and breathed in deeply, then hummed softly to herself. Another coo and another sudden flap of wings, and then she felt a weight on her nose.

She opened her eyes, then shrieked, covering her face with her arms as several pigeons flew off her nose. Feathers floated down around her, making a circle on the ground around her. "Come on!" she shouted towards the sky, standing up. "Isn't there anything you can do?"

She heard leaves rustle above her, and then a soft "mrow?" Kamala blinked and looked up, spotting an orange cat fearfully clinging to the branch. "Can't get down?" she asked.

The cat, obviously, did not respond.

With a sigh, she approached the tree. "The Magnificent Ms. Nosegirl is on the case," she muttered. If she was going to have a weird nose forever, she might as well put it to use. "Here, kitty kitty." She angeled her face just right, then pushed the tip of her nose against the branch. "Pspsps. Here, kitty. You get down from there."

The orange cat looked at her strangely, and Kamala swore she could see horror in its eyes. She didn't move or back away, and just waited patiently for the cat to come closer. It detached its claws from the branch, then slowly approached. It touched the edge of her nose, and then once it determined it was steady enough, climbed down using it.

"Ow," she muttered. "Watch the claws." The cat got about halfway down, then jumped the rest of the way. "There you go," she said softly. She lowered herself into a crouch, watching the cat scamper away. "Bye, kitty. Be safer next time."

The cat stopped, then turned. It did nothing but flick its tail for a moment. Then, it approached the point of her nose. She watched quietly as its paw reached out, then tapped the tip of her nose. Then, it bolted, disappearing into the night.

"Thanks?" she snorted softly, then cringed. "Oh, ew, ew." Her nose rapidly began to shrink, and she gasped loudly as she leapt to her feet. Once it got back to normal size, Kamala touched her face to make sure nothing else was wrong. "Yes! Finally!" She quite literally leapt with joy, shaking out her hands as she laughed.

"Oh, man. I'm never watching that movie again."

#thanks for the ask!!#kamala khan 616 #kamala khan #ms marvel #marvel #marvel comics #saw this as soon as i woke up and started writing so if its a little incoherent thats why

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babymarvelbunny · 2 years

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It's Just a Feeling

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You've been having this terrible feeling for some time now. In search of something to calm your nerves, you end up in the woods with Eddie.

Warnings: Drugs, Anxiety, Death

Word Count: 2.6K words

A/N: This is literally the second fic I've written on this account, and I do promise that most of my content will be Marvel, but since I've finished season 4 of Stranger Things I couldn't help myself. I had to write an Eddie fic. So here it is, enjoy. Part 2 is already in the works. (Also sorry if there's any mistakes)

Walking into the woods behind the school your mind was racing. All you need was something to take the edge off, no one would even know you were even back here. Let alone meeting up with the school freak. You and Eddie had never really spoken before, with you being a cheerleader and him being... well, him. There was never any reason for you two to interact, that was until you couldn't sleep at night. You spent most of your nights tossing and turning in bed when you should be fast asleep getting your beauty rest. Instead, you lay awake with this awful feeling in your stomach that something bad is going to happen. You can't explain it and you wish more than anything that it would go away, you have the worst undereye bags you've ever seen and you're having trouble focusing in class and at cheer practice. You can't think of anything else that could help you, so you walked up to Eddie after the big game today when he was leaving Hellfire club and asked him to meet you in the woods behind the school.

As you were walking through the woods towards the picnic table that Eddie did most of his deals at you got that feeling again, that sinking feeling in your stomach that something bad was going to happen. You closed your eyes and took deep breaths in hopes to calm yourself down. Just as you were working on slowing your heart rate you felt a hand on your arm. Startled, you jumped back and screamed, looking up you noticed it was just Eddie.

"Woah hey, I didn't mean to scare you, you alright?" Eddie asked with a serious look on his face, you could tell he really didn't mean to scare you. You took one last deep breath and shook your head to focus better.

"Uh, yeah I'm good... Do you have the stuff?" You didn't want to sound rude or anything but you really just wanted to go home and finally get some sleep. Eddie sat down at the picnic table and set a metal lunch box in front of him.

"Come sit. You know, most people try to sweet talk me into getting a deal." Eddie smiled and flipped open the lunch box. You slowly walked over and took a seat across from him.

"Yeah well... I'm not in the mood to talk about your hair or your band, I just wanna go home." You looked him in the eyes and you could tell he noticed there was something wrong with you.

"Hey, I know we don't really know each other and I know we're not friends. But if something's bothering you, you can tell me. I happen to be a really good listener." He smiled at you while resting his elbows on the table and placing his face in his hands as if waiting for you to tell him your story.

"Thanks Eddie, I don't really think you wanna hear about all my problems though, I'll just take the weed and leave you alone." You gave a soft smile back, trying to seem as nice as possible without having another panic attack, your heart just wouldn't stop racing.

"Oh I love hearing about other people's problems, reminds me that I'm not the only person with issues. It's okay if you don't want to talk about it right now, but I'm gonna right my number down and if you ever need someone to talk to, someone who won't judge you no matter what you say, don't hesitate to pick up the phone and call me." Eddie pulled a piece of paper and a pen out of the lunch box and scribbled down his number.

"Thanks Eddie that means a lot." You watched him write down his number while you tried to calm your nerves. Despite being so extremely tired your leg wouldn't stop bouncing. You placed your hand on top of your thigh and dug your nails into the skin in hopes to distract yourself.

"Okay, so here's my number, and here are the goods" Eddie smiled as he pushed his number and a bag of weed towards you.

"How much do I owe you? I only brought $20." You asked as you reached your hand into your jacket to pull out the money.

"You know what, don't even worry about it, it's your first time and you seem to be going through it. Plus, I'll give you the pretty girl discount, and with all that factored in, it brings your total to $0." Eddie laughed while he closed the lunch box. You chuckled softly and shook your head.

"You're a dork Munson, but seriously, thank you. You have no idea how much I need this" You smiled softly at Eddie and put the bag of weed into your pocket.

"Hey, Don't mention it, let me know if you ever need any more. You know where to find me." Eddie got up from the table and offered to walk you back to the school so you weren't wandering through the woods alone in the dark.

As you were walking out of the woods you came to a complete stop. Feeling your stomach drop completely, you fell into a cold sweat. It was like you were having an out-of-body experience. Your mind was somewhere else entirely, it looked like the Hawkens you knew, except different... darker... scarier.

"Hey! What's wrong? You okay?" Eddie was waving his hand in front of your face to get your attention but you couldn't see him, it was like you were stuck. You could hear a voice talking, one you couldn't recognize. It was saying something but you couldn't quite understand what was being said. As Eddie put his hands on your shoulders and shook you, the voice stopped and you came back to reality.

"What the hell happened Y/n?!" Eddie was looking at you with wide eyes and concern written all over his face. You looked up at him and shook your head.

"I... I don't know, it's been happening for about a week now. I can hear this voice in my head... but I can't make out what they're saying. I haven't been able to sleep much, I have this bad feeling and it won't go away... this feeling that something really terrible is gonna happen." You could feel the tears fill your eyes as Eddie gave you a sympathetic look. You shook your head and wiped away the tears before you could start crying.

"Sorry, you probably think I'm insane, I'm just gonna go. Thanks again." You had started to rush off in the direction of your house but Eddie grabbed your arm to stop you.

"Hey. Why don't you let me give you a ride home, after what I just witnessed you shouldn't be walking home alone in the dark." Eddie nudged his head in the direction of his van.

"Okay... I would really appreciate that thank you." You had felt better knowing that you wouldn't have to walk home alone, you were already on edge.

As you walked in the direction of Eddies van you noticed he had been saying something to you, but you hadn't been paying attention.

"Sorry what?" You asked as you stopped in front of the passenger side of the van.

"I was saying sorry about the mess, I haven't had a chance to really clean it that well" He had a light blush on his cheeks as if he were embarrassed.

"It's no problem I don't mind." Eddie opened the door for you and you hopped in. Once he had shut the door you took a moment to think about what happened, where did your mind go and why is this happening to you. You wonder if you were going crazy just like your dad had all those years ago. Once Eddie got in the van and started it you felt the warm air from the vent blow onto your face and you could feel yourself calm down a bit.

"So, you gonna tell me where I'm headed?" Eddie smiled in your direction, hands gripping the wheel ready for you to tell him where you lived.

"Oh shit, yeah, uh I live over at 2532 Maple Street." You mumbled.

"Alrighty then let's get you home, hey... isn't that the same street the Wheeler's lives on?" Eddie questioned.

"What? Oh, you mean Mike and Nancy? Yeah, they're my neighbor's." You smiled and looked out the window.

"Huh... small world, I've driven Mike home from Hellfire club too many times to count, who knew I was driving past your house on the daily." Eddie chuckled and looked over in your direction.

Throughout the entire drive home, you tried your best to keep your nerves calm. You kept thinking about your little episode earlier in the woods with Eddie, who was that voice, and what were they saying. You have never been able to make out exactly what the voice was saying and if they were even speaking to you directly, though deep down you knew they were talking to you. No matter how hard you tried you could feel something terrible was coming and that there was nothing you or anyone could do to stop it. Just as Eddie was pulling into your driveway he started speaking to you again.

"Okay, you're home safe now. Please remember what I said earlier, don't hesitate to call me if you need anything, I'm headed home right now anyway I have to meet Chrissy." Eddie said looking at the time on his watch. You scrunched your nose up in thought.

"Chrissy Cunningham?" You questioned, why would she need anything from Eddie, She was the picture of perfection.

"Yup, the head cheerleader herself. I guess she's been having some headaches or something, I don't know." Eddie shrugged not really caring. You looked over at your house and noticed the porch light flickering. You'll have to remember to tell your parents that they'll need to replace it.

"Thanks again for the ride, I guess I'll see you around." You gave Eddie a small smile and opened the door to jump out.

"Have a good night, let me know if the weed helps you sleep or if you need anything stronger," Eddie said.

You shut the van door and walked up to your driveway to your front door you knew Eddie dealt drugs stronger than weed, you just didn't want to mess with anything like that though. Not with the issues you already have, you would imagine it would make things way worse.

After walking through the front door you walked towards your room. hellbent on smoking and falling asleep. Once getting inside your room you sat on the bed, pulling out the weed from your pocket and the rolling papers you had stashed in your bedside table drawer. You rolled a joint as best as you could while your hands were shaking, it wasn't the best but it would work. You ignited the one end, brought the other to your lips, and inhaled. You felt instant relief, your nerves calmed down and you got a bit drowsy. You finished off the rest of the joint and decided to lay back in bed and close your eyes. Sleep eventually took over you.

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You awoke a few hours later to what sounded like stones being thrown at your bedroom window. You crawled out of bed to glace outside your window. Though it was extremely dark you could still make out the outline of Eddie. You lifted up your window and stuck your head out.

"What are you doing Munson? What time is it?" You admit you were a little bitter that he had woken you up when you had finally been able to fall asleep.

"You need to get down here right now!" Eddie was being as quiet as he could while still being as urgent as possible. You were worried, to say the least, you could tell he was freaking out.

"Okay Munson calm down, I'll be out in a second." You pulled your head back inside and shut the window before making your way out of your room to meet Eddie. Once you opened the front door Eddie grabbed your arm and pulled you outside, he looked like he'd seen a ghost.

"Are you okay Eddie? What's wrong? Did something happen?" You tried to calm him down by rubbing his arm and seeing what's got him so worked up.

"No, I'm not okay. I went home tonight after dropping you off and Chrissy came over, well we went inside and I was looking for the special k to give her, and when I came back to her she was in some sort of trance, kind of like the one you were in earlier today. Except she started to float off the ground and then all the bones in her body broke and she fell to the floor... I don't... I know I sound crazy and you might not believe me but I just felt like coming here would be better... with what you went through being so similar to Chrissy. I just don't know what just happened I'm scared." Eddie was on the verge of tears as he was explaining his experience with Chrissy.

"Wait... So, Chrissy's dead?" You weren't exactly sure what to say. You were in shock. You couldn't believe that your classmate was dead, someone you had known since you were a kid, dead. Eddie turned his head towards you and gave you a look.

"We're you even listening to what I was saying, she's not just dead, almost all the bones in her body broke, like all of them, and she was floating in the air, almost 6 feet off the floor. That shits not possible." Eddie looked you in the eyes and you could tell he was telling you the truth. I mean who would make something like this up.

"Okay, Eddie I believe you, is her body still at your trailer?" You were trying to be the reasonable one now, trying not to think about what Eddie had said about how right before Chrissy died she had had an episode just like the ones you had been having, was something like that going to happen to you?

"I mean yeah I didn't pick up her mutilated body and move it somewhere, I was scared man, I ran out of there so fast. Who knew if I was next." Eddie couldn't sit still as he was pacing back and forth in front of you.

"Okay well is there somewhere you can hide for now? I mean someone is gonna wonder where she is... what about Jason? I mean I heard them talking earlier today about having plans tonight, don't you think he's gonna wonder where she is?" You were starting to freak out.

"It doesn't matter anyway, my uncles gonna come home from work in the morning and see her, I mean everyone's gonna think this was me, I mean have no proof that it wasn't. God, I'm so fucked right now. Everyone already thinks I'm a freak, now I'll be a psycho too." You could tell Eddie was on the verge of a panic attack.

"Okay, do you know somewhere safe you can hide? I mean I'd offer you to stay here but it's not exactly the safest place, I mean my mom comes into my room all the time, she'd definitely see you." You were thinking of places you could hide Eddie, at least until you could figure out what was going on.

"I mean I could try Wheelers..."

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deathc-re · 2 years

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up late

characters : usopp x gn!reader

warnings : suggestive towards the end ig? not proof read i'm writing this at 4am

an : short little fluff. i'm not the biggest usopp simp but i love him all the same. yk this started out as a head canon post for multiple characters but then i got carried away 💀

you couldn't sleep, you had tossed and turned in your bed for the past hour. you weren't tired enough to sleep but didn't have enough energy to go work out so you opted for just sitting on the deck.

you leaned again the railing, looking out into the darkness of the ocean night. the moon was out, a shinning crescent reflecting off the rippling waves. you sighed, what a beautiful night.

usopp is a light sleeper so having heard movement outside on the deck woke him up immediately. the unusual cricking of the floor boards didn't sit right with him. it made the hairs at the back of his neck stand up.

he sat up and looked around, letting his eyes adjust to the dark room. everyone in the boys room was accounted for. sanji, zoro, luffy, brook, franky, and chopper.

damnit, he thought, who the hell could be out there this late?

climbing outta bed he tried and failed to wake up zoro. he knew zoro was his best bet because if he woke up anyone else, they'd make a fuss, and that would wake up the rest of them, who would also make a fuss, then everyone on the ship would be awake and blame him if it really turned out to be nothing but the wind.

with a sigh and several minutes of internally pumping himself up he went to go check. when he peaked out the door to look he saw you and relaxed greatly; before again freezing. it took everything in him not to gasp. you looked gorgeous, the moonlight shining on your skin made it seem like you are glowing. an angel sent from the heavens just for him to witness.

he walked out of the room and let the door click closed behind him. you looked back at the sudden noise.

"oh no! sorry usopp did i wake you?" you asked, apology already written all over your face. he smiled at the ground, walking over to you.

"yeah but it's ok. what's wrong? can't sleep?" he asked, assuming the same position as your before.

"nope."

"d'ya know why?"

"nope."

"hm..."

the two of you sat in silence for a while. just listening to the sound of the waves hitting the side of the ship.

"want me to tell you a story?" he asked suddenly, looking at you.

you smiled a small smile and nodded.

"alright let's see. what marvelous adventure would you like to hear?"

you chuckled and leaned your head onto his shoulder. moving closer so you were body to body. his cheeks grew warm and a wobbly smile rose to his face.

"uh h-how about the time i saved a dear crew mate of mine from a horrid monster." he started.

"oh yeah? what kind of monster?" you asked, amused.

"the monster of boredom!" he laughed, albeit forced.

"you're such a dork." you said with a snicker.

"but i did saved you didn't i?" he looked down at you, brow raised even though his question was rhetorical.

"yeah sure, god usopp."

"hey! don't use the lords name in vain!" he chuckled.

as the giggling died down you fell back into another calm silence and stayed like the for a while. then you shivered, just slightly, but he took notice.

he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his chest. you looked up at him and made direct eye contact.

"y'know it's cold out. you should have put on a sweater." he said, voice low, dangerously low.

"oh yeah?" you asked, letting your eyes flicker to his lips for just a second.

"mhm..." he hummed, dragging it out as he searched your eyes.

"wanna keep me warm then?"

#[moon's mind]#captain usopp #one piece #usopp x reader #usopp x gn reader #gender neutral #gender neutral fanfic #gender neutral y/n #oneshot #one piece x reader #x reader #god usopp #short #one piece fanfiction

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olsenmyolsen · 9 months

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Looking Back

Part 37 of On The Inside of Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: ~ 4.9K

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"You and your girlfriend have been through a lot but finally seem happy. Things can change. They always do. Xoxo. Remember?"

"Let me see!" I reach over and grab the Polaroid to watch it slowly develop. "You probably blinked." They mock me before quietly looking away to their buzzing phone.

"Who is it?" I'd always ask.

I never cared who it was at first. Just always curious. But curiosity can get the best of us, especially when your stomach turns and your partner hides their phone every time you look.

"No one." They move their phone away and say, "oh look!" as our smiling faces fill the white frame. "You didn't blink this time." They laugh at their own stupid joke before pulling the photo from my hands to write on it.

Xoxo.

I kept that photo for months even after- I remember looking at the picture and seeing her big brown eyes wide as her smile. She was happy.

So was I.

But I wasn't faking it.

That moment of Naomi and I alone in our living room was two months before she hit me for the first time.

Four months before I discovered she had already been cheating on me.

Y/N POV

"Y/N?"

"Hmm?"

I pull my head to my right at Isabella, who looks at me curiously. "I've called your name like three times. Are you alright?" I turn my head back to face the opposite chair in front of me. Where Robert, or should I say, Bo Berger, just left from.

From the moment we sat down, we- he talked about the show from a couple of months ago. How much he enjoyed the performance of it all, especially at the end. He said it left him feeling empty and yearning. That is the exact feeling I wanted you to have. He also talked about the loss he felt and marveled at the stage that I built with the songs I chose and the music I played.

All of this to say. He actually gets it. And. I think Bo is my publicist now.

Well, not yet, at least...

I look down from the seat to the unsigned stack of papers in front of me. Contracts and legal documents for me or a lawyer to look over. Clipped to the front is Bo's business card.

He was friendly and has an in with a record company. The same company houses famous acts like ATM, Midnite Sun, Taylor Swift, etc.

During the meeting, he also put his number and email in my phone and sent me digital copies of the papers in front of me. I reach a hand out and begin picking up the documents and straightening them out. "I'm good," I reply to Isabella, who doesn't budge from her stance. "It looked like your meeting went well, but you don't appear too happy about it?"

Thanks, captain obvious. I internally roll my eyes. I'm totally telling Liz that Isabella flirted with me.

I turn now to look up at her with her hands in her apron. "It's just a lot..." I paint a smile on my face. "I'm happy. I truly am."

That's not a lie. I am happy.

I just.. couldn't focus during the meeting, and I missed half of everything this dude was saying. The boring half. Boring = important. So now I have to find a lawyer for all of this. Go back home to Liz before she leaves for her shoot tonight. And try and figure out who the hell gave me this note.

I let the chair squeak under me as I stand to rise above Isabella. "I'm good. We'll see you this weekend?" I ask the question but barely hear the answer as I move myself out of the cafe and into Liz's Prius.

Yes, we traveled with it to Texas. Duh.

I throw the papers into the passenger seat and pull my phone out. Dialing my best friend.

Maxine "Max" Moore.

After three and a half rings, the call gets answered. "Hello?" The other voice doesn't sound like Max's, so I guess I must be speaking to Ivy.

"Ivy?" I reply. "Yeah, hey, Y/N! I'm guessing you're calling for Max." I hear some movement from the other side. "Yeah. Sorry." "That's alright, one sec." I hear more shuffling followed by a distant "babe!" and "what?"

"It's y/n!"

"I'm in the shower?!"

"So?!"

This doesn't even crack the top five times Max & Ivy have taken a phone call when they definitely SHOULDN'T have. You can figure out the other times.

"Okay, here's Max! Bye, Y/N!"

"Bye, Ivy," I reply with a smile. I'm glad Max found someone for herself. "What's up?" I hear through the sound of water still going. "Are you still taking a shower?" I turn on the car and lean my head on my hand against the window of the vehicle.

"Yeah, dude. You're never going to experience it, but Ivy's bathroom is giant." I shrug. It probably is more significant than places I've lived in. "So, what's up?"

I open and close my mouth. Where do I start? The meeting? The note? "I- it can wait till you're done." "You sure?" "Yeah. I- just call me back-" "No. I'm not hanging up." Max states. "I'm going to set the phone down outside the shower, and you're gonna listen to me belt out Clean by Taylor Swift."

This isn't the first time she's done this either. I sigh and pull the note out as Max starts singing.

"Okay, now what's up?" Max says after hanging her hair up into a towel. "This is gonna be a long shot, but..." I flip the note around my fingers and think about what I'm really about to ask. "Do you think Naomi still has you blocked on Instagram?"

I get the words out of my mouth as quickly as I can before closing my eyes and waiting for anything to come through the silence on the other side.

Silence.

And then.

"What..?!! Are- are you really asking me- y/n!?! Are you really asking me if Naomi Sanders. You're abusive and manipulative ex-girlfriend. The very one whose car I keyed and threatened to drown her ass if I saw her touch you again. You're asking if she still has me blocked?! I think I know the answer!" Max scoffs. Rightfully so, I might add. "What's this about? What's going on?!" Max bites back at me, worried.

I think on it. Do I tell Max? What do I tell her? 'hey, I got a weird note from a stranger, and I'm paranoid it might be from my crazy ex that Mary-Kate paid off'?

Like??

"I just.." I look down at the note again before opening the passenger-side glovebox and throwing it in there. "I- I don't know.. I was just wondering." I sigh. "I mean, even before Mary-Kate took care of her, I hadn't seen or spoken to her in months. I'm just worried, Max."

"About?"

"About something fucking this up for me. I mean, I'm at a great place. I have a beautiful and loving girlfriend whose one of the greatest actresses of our time. Not to brag." Max lightly laughs. "My dreams are on the cusp of becoming true, and I'm scared.. I'm terrified, Max." The phone goes silent. Max and I have known each other long enough to let the silence speak.

"I'll have Ivy see if she can see her account or anything. Okay?"

"Thank you."

"Of course, Y/N. Babe!" Max calls out before asking. "Username the same?" I nod before thinking."It should be. Maybe?"

"Okay."

I hear Ivy make a comment about Max's nakedness before realizing that her girlfriend is asking her something.

"Alright, she's grabbing her phone," Max informs me about Ivy's moves. "Alright, she's typing in the username. Oh! Her profile popped up! Oh my God, dude, she's not private anymore!! Holy shit!" I hear some light shuffling and giddiness from Max. "Oh yeah, click on her story!" I hear Ivy argue that Naomi could see that she viewed her story, but with some convincing, Ivy clicks on the 2-hour-old story. "Uh huh.."

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"What?" I ask, unaware of what the other two are seeing. "According to her story, she's in the Hamptons.." I roll my eyes. Of course, she is. Not like she could afford to go before or have extravagant things, but she lied as she did.

"Has she made any posts out of New York?"

The other side of the phone goes quiet for a second before I interrupt with a "Max?!"

"Hmm, oh y,eah! Sorry, I was looking at her story again, but uh, no yeah.. all of her most recent posts have been in New York, it looks like. Although she doesn't post as frequently as she used to."

Max thinks that last bit aloud. I raise an eyebrow curiously. If Naomi wasn't working, putting me down physically or emotionally, she could always be found on her phone.

"Wait.. you think?" I tune back into the conversation Max is having with Ivy. "What's going on?"

"Babe, click on her story again. Oh my God, you're right!"

"Guys. Left out here."

Max moves herself closer to the phone so I can hear her louder. "Sorry, but Ivy said that the house in Naomi's story looks like the one Ivy rented last month. I mean... she's got money now, but Mary-Kate didn't give her money money right?"

"I don't know, but..." I genuinely don't know. I rub a hand over my forehead and sigh. "I guess I feel better knowing she's in New York." "Yeah.." Max starts. "I mean, we know she's not the sharpest tool in the shed, but doing anything to you now would be dumber than dumb."

"Dumber than dumb," I repeat the words back, feeling a tad lighter, knowing that Naomi may not have been the person who I chased. "I'm sorry to call out of the blue. I just-"

"Y/N, don't sweat it. I get it." I smile, knowing Max would. "Plus, it's been a couple of weeks since we've talked, so let's stop talking about her, and you tell me what's up?!"

I want to tell Max about the perks of being your girlfriend's assistant and my meeting today, but I want to wait till everything is official, so instead, I pivot.

"You first! Why was this the first one I'm hearing about a Hampton House?!"

Max laughs loudly. "Sorry. Ivy just wanted to keep that Thursday night between us."

"Wait. Are you telling me Ivy rented a Hampton house just for one night??"

"No, she rented it for the week. We only used it the one night." Max laughs and then says, "Isn't it great we each found a sugar mommy at just the right time!" Max excitingly says before the sound of being slapped on the arm loudly shoots through the phone.

"Ow!!" Followed by a "Sorry..."

I can't help but laugh at this and then wonder if my anxiety is making me panic. Naomi wouldn't be stupid enough to follow me to Texas, would she? "So, anything new for you? Lizzie renting any houses besides that one in Texas?" I smile. "Nope. We're staying here through filming, only stopping for breaks and stuff."

"Oh, that's cool! How is it on set?"

"Well..." I draw out the word. Because truth be told, I haven't been to set as much as I should have. I have a good reason too! Seeing your girlfriend act as a killing cheater isn't the funniest thing to watch. But she knows this, so most days, I show up when she has to act with Jessica Jones herself, Krysten Ritter, or the kids on the show. "It can be entertaining and a little strange, you know, watching how things get made. Outfits are amazing!" I begin to ramble, remembering my favorite day on set so far. "She must've had to fall like 15 different ways. But her volleyball outfit. Jesus Christ, Max. I was practically drooling."

I should've stopped there, but I don't. I keep gushing about Liz and her ability to transform herself and act with her eyes. I swear she could do a one-woman show about her eyes, and I'd watch it.

"But everyone is very nice and respectful." There's silence on the other side until I sense Max going to open her mouth, but I stop her, already knowing what words my best friend is going to say. "Don't."

"What? How do you know??"

"Give the phone to Ivy."

"Y/N! What?! You're done talking to me?"

"Give the phone to Ivy, and I can call you later tonight!"

"Boo! You're no fun!"

"Love you."

"Love you too." I hear the phone being passed to Ivy, and her older girlfriend goes, "Oooh did someone get in trouble!" Before putting the phone to her ear. "What did she do this time?" I laugh into the phone as I let the a/c fully cool the car. "It's what she almost did."

"Ooh, and what's that?"

"She was about to call Liz a milf. Amongst other things, I guarantee. So watch her and tell Max I'll call her later." Ivy chuckles before I swear I hear a smirk on her face.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll keep her in line. Bye, Y/N."

Max is in for it.

"Bye, Ivy."

I don't end the phone call quickly enough before hearing: "Oh Maxine!!"

I toss my phone into the passenger side seat and let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

"Okay," I say to myself. "If it's not her, then what the fuck." I let my mind work for a few minutes before giving up.

With another groan and a wipe of the eyes, I look at the time and realize I need to get back home before Liz is late for her shoot. So I quickly grab my phone to queue up a Spotify playlist and directions back home. As I start my drive, I slowly let the dark thoughts of my ex dissipate as the excitement of the meeting I just had let itself be known.

For now.

Liz POV

I'm that person. I'm that person that picks up and puts down their phone numerous times in a minute when I'm waiting to hear from someone.

I've sent Y/N four texts since she was supposed to be home almost 30 minutes ago, and I haven't heard anything.

Now maybe her meeting went really well, and she lost track of time. Then great!! Or perhaps the meeting went terribly, and she's out there crying and feeling horrible. Not great! But I would love to be there for her regardless. However, I can't be there for her when she doesn't text me and let me know!!

Let me recheck my phone.

Nothing. Damn, it.

I'm about to text and call again before going Scarlet Witch on whoever when I hear tires in the gravel driveway.

In a split second, I'm out the door seeing a smiling Y/N with a stack of papers. So it looks like it went well! I swallow down the worry I had coming out of the house a replace it with a breath of fresh air.

"So it went good!?" I kiss Y/N and pull her into a hug before pulling back. Y/N nods her head but adverts her eyes.

Okay..

"Yeah, it went great. He was great and nice! The cafe was the perfect spot for it! But I was a little distracted, so I have homework!" She lifts her papers with a huge smile. But I catch every word she just said. "Distracted?!" I playfully ask as I shut the front door behind us. God, her ass looks great in those pants. "Yeah, kinda like how you are now." She shakes her butt a bit for me before I lift my eyes to see hers looking back.

Somethings off.

But I smile. Clearly, she doesn't want to talk about what might be bothering her. But being honest and open works both ways. "You didn't answer my texts. I was worried." I say, letting my voice know how worried I was. Y/N looks back at me with a face full of sorrow. "I'm sorry, Liz." I shake my head and smile before I ask, "What were you distracted by?" I slightly push the topic while grabbing the stack from her hands and placing it on the kitchen island.

"Oh..." Y/N pauses a second too long to let me know she'd about to lie. She's witty and brilliant but can't lie worth a damn on the fly. "Thinking about what my stage name would be if I sign." She says. "Oh!?" I'm surprised to hear that. Lie or not. "You wouldn't go by y/n or y/n y/l/n?" Y/N looks at me with a natural smile. "I don't know. What do you think? Should I go by y/n?"

(Author here. What should y/n go by!! Comment next to the one you like below or here if you have a different stage name idea. Okay. Bye. Love you.)

"Or maybe 'it's just y/n'?"

"Or 'yeah, it's y/n' like your username?" I suggest. She slowly nods. "Maybe." She leans herself off the counter and works her way around the island to me. Placing her body between the white isle and myself. She appears to want some comfort right now, which I'm more than happy to give.

"Or maybe I just go rogue and do something nothing like me. Like..." She thinks. "Like.. Kevin Opal!" She smiles at me, causing the two of us to crack up before continuing. "Or maybe... Lady Prim!"

"Hmm." I let her wrap her arms around my waist. "I don't know. Kevin might be growing on me." Y/N pulls her face away, almost disgusted. "Liz. You can't just say that. Also, you have to say, Kevin Opal! Not just Kevin. Plain Kevin is ew. That's gross." I roll my eyes and kiss her. "Sure, Y/N, whatever you say." She pulls me into another kiss and another before our eyes meet.

I want to ask her what's going on, but I don't want to push it more than I am. So instead, I say. "What about Hex?"

"Hex?" Y/N asks, confused, but I nod. "Weren't the Hex Girls a part of your gay awakening? It could be a homage to that." I playfully smile and wink at Y/N, teasing her. She lightly scoffs in offense before the ends of her lips curl up. "I do like it!"

"Of course you do." I make a smug face before kissing her soft pink lips. "I mean, I like your name the most, but whatever you choose to do, I'll support you, baby," I say those words looking her right in the eyes. She looks back and smiles. "I know. Thank you, my love. I like Hex too. But.." Y/N unfurls her arms from my body to turn around and grab a few of the papers from the stack. "I need a really good lawyer!"

I raise an eyebrow. "Babe, your best friend is dating one."

Y/N closes her eyes and sighs. "Right." She puts the papers down on the island, almost defeated. What's going on? "Hey.." I lift my hands to her head and tilt it up to look at me. "Y/N.." She bites down on her bottom lip when she brings her eyes up to me. "It's nothing.."

"It's not nothing." I immediately say. "Somethings clearly upsetting you. What is it?" I push. "Is it Bo? Did he do something?" I'll kill him. "Or do anything?" I gently ask, grabbing her hands in mine. "No." She shakes her head and makes eye contact with me. She's telling me the truth. "I just.." Y/N starts before stopping and pushing herself away. "You have to get to work. You'll be late. I'm fine."

I turn around and look at the kitchen stove displaying the time. "They can wait. I've told you. You come first." Y/N isn't wrong. I do need to leave for work sooner rather than later. "Whatever it is." I follow behind her as she works her way to a cabinet to grab her favorite cup.

We all have one, right?

"We talk things out. That's what makes this.." I gesture between the two of us, but she doesn't see it. "..work swimmingly. No more tiptoeing. Or will they, won't they? We talk. We're in this together, and together we talk about things." Y/N places her full cup of water down and turns to face me. She looks more tired than she did a minute ago. Clearly fighting with what she's hiding.

"Now, what's going on? I know you didn't do anything wrong. You say Bo didn't. Isabella probably flirted with you, but that bothers me more than you." Y/N gives me a small smile that I love to see. "So what is it."

Y/N looks up at me and kisses my lips before quickly spilling out what I had to coax from her. "I talked to Max and Ivy earlier today. Well, Ivy first because she answered Maxine's phone, but I needed to talk to someone else about... this.."

"This?" I question. Y/N puts her hands in her back pocket before pulling them back out empty. She motions over to the papers on the island. "This." She says. "This life. What if it all- What if this castle I build comes crumbling down?" Y/N looks at me and gives me a soft, sad smile.

"You and I would be fine. I don't doubt that, Liz. But I..I don't think I'd do okay if something o-or someone came in a-and fucked it up for me." She pulls her lips into her teeth again. At the same time, I run my hand up the sides of her face and push her hair behind her ears. "Someone?" I ask as I move my hands down her arms, pulling my Y/N into a tight hug and letting her rest her head against mine.

"Naomi," Y/N speaks the name as if it cuts her tongue just to say it. "Oh," I say. We haven't talked about her in months. Y/N does for therapy but not me. "You think she would do something?" Y/N nods into me. "I had a thought." A beat passes. "That's why I called Max.. and Ivy. We checked her Instagram, and she's still in New York living her best life, I guess.." I softly pull Y/N out of the hug and have her look me in the eyes.

"Oh, baby.. She's not going to ever do anything to you. As long as I'm around." I smile at her. "As long as you have loving and caring friends like Max, Ivy, Mary-Kate, and whoever else. And this.." I point to the papers one more time. "This is yours. You did this. No one can take this away from you. Try as they might." I lean in and give her a nose scrunch that I know melts her and a kiss.

Our lips part before Y/N pushes them together again. And again. Pushing me against the kitchen island. This kiss and the ones following and full of love but are yearning for more.

My hands find themselves at Y/N's hips, and I'm fully ready to let this happen if she wants it to before I taste it.

Salt.

In an instant, I pull my hands free and head back to see tear marks down Y/N's face. "Babe-" "I just love you so much," Y/N says through a chocked up sob before her body falls into my arms and my whispered sweet nothings. "I love you too, Y/N. I love you."

Over two and a half later, I'm sitting in my black Prius, getting ready to start my drive to set. I tried calling my director Lesli Linka Glatter to call off the shoot tonight, but Y/N saw me and ended that. I don't think I should be spending tonight away from her. But she persisted I went to work.

So I called them and profusely apologized for being late.

Y/N and I talked, shared some tears about the worries she has been having, but she seemed more stressed about talking to me about it since she didn't want me to worry. But I'm always going to worry for my Y/N. Even if she has a crazy ex or not.

Because Y/N has been gently blowing up online, she's about to have her first publicist. Who has her lined up for a potential record deal. On top of that, she's dating me. Oh, and not to mention all of those things, plus she's a woman. Everyone is going to expect everything from her but not want her to say anything about it.

All I want is for her to be her and to be able to say whatever she wants.

And as I sit here in my car, she's on the phone with her therapist. Y/N said after that call goes, she is going to call Ivy and get her opinions on the contracts and help her get in contact with a lawyer closer to home.

Home.

LA. For us.

Oh shoot, that reminds me. I pull my phone out to call the one person I meant to earlier about plans for Thanksgiving.

"Hi, Lizard!"

"Hi, Mom!" I respond cheerily as I connect my phone to the car's Bluetooth before looking up and seeing Y/N rush out of the house to the side of my car. "Oh, wait one sec, Mom." I roll down my window as Y/N leans herself against it. "What's wrong?" I ask, ready to stay in for the night.

Y/N smiles at me. "Nothing. You forgot this.." Y/N says, confusing me before she quickly kisses me and laughs. "We're gross." She whispers in my ear, earning a hearty laugh from me.

"Lizard?"

Y/N, shocked by the other voice in the car, shoots herself up, causing her to hit her head on the roof of the Prius, earning a quiet "ow."

"Still here, Mom," I speak to the car before looking to make sure Y/N is okay. She runs her hand over her head and gives me a sad nod. "Mom?" Y/N questions in a hushed tone. However, before I can answer said, Mom speaks up again. "Was that Y/N I heard?" Y/N shakes her head, no, earning a laugh from me. "Yes, we're both here."

"Oh, how wonderful. It's a pleasure to be able to speak to you, dear, finally."

I look to Y/N, who isn't ready to speak to any of my parents yet, but I watch her swallow down her nerves for the moment. "It's a pleasure to speak to you as well, Ms. Olsen. How are you doing?" Y/N looks at me worriedly, but I return with two thumbs up.

"Oh, Y/N, please call me Jarnie. Now how is my Lizard treating you?"

Y/N looks back at me with a mischievous grin.

Oh god.

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Y/N POV

"And if it didn't catch you on it this morning, when were you going to tell me about your new secret private Twitter and Instagram account Liz??" I question my girlfriend for what must be the sixth time this morning as we walk up the steps to Jarnie's house on this Thursday morning. "Once again, Y/N. It's literally only for you." She bites back a proud smile. "You were supposed to take longer in the shower anyways." Liz shrugs.

Or should I say @ynsgreenreptile shrugs.

"Oh, was I?" I curiously ask. "And why is that?" Liz quickly hits the doorbell. "Because I know I left you wanting more." I wrap my arm around her and kiss the side of her ear. "Why do you think I followed you out a few minutes later?" I whisper and pull away as the front door to this mansion opens up.

"Happy Thanksgiving!" A particular half of the twin duo yells as they come flying out and into Liz.

"I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to be celebrating this holiday anymore anyways." The other half comes out of the door screaming into me. Liz and I both laugh and greet each sister. "Come on."

"Why'd you ring the doorbell instead of waltzing right in?" Mary-Kate questions closing the door behind us as we take our shoes off.

"To announce our arrival, duh." Liz rolls her eyes at her sister, throwing me off a little before I notice MK stick her tongue out.

That's when it hits me. I've never seen Liz privately interact with her siblings.

"Mom, you're favorite daughter is here!!" Liz takes my hand and begins dragging me through the house with a child-like smile full of glee.

Oh, this is going to be a gas.

Part 38

A/N: at least until the Dad shows up am I right??!!! No it'll be fine. Maybe. 🤪

Liz's account name on here is real. I have it. On Instagram and Twitter. It's a backup to my other account OlsenMyOlsen on Twitter.

sorry this one is shorter than most. Between buying a house, remodeling it, having the ac break, barbie and writer's block it's been really hard to write lately but I have a lot of ideas for the future!!

Anyways love you all! See you next time. maybe time skips coming up!

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gumsnail682 · 1 year

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(Very late Halloween post, Pls pretend its still October lol)

"I'm just gonna write something short," I SAID, "It'll be under 200 words," I SAID, I'm a dirty liar. Anyway sorry, this took so long!

@lily-blackstone

You rested your head on Kaeya's shoulder as you sat in Angle's share together. "What do you think of this year's Halloween special? I think it's absolutely marvelous." Kaeya said before taking another drink of his Pumpkin wine. "You say that every year. But yeah, this year's seems sweeter. I actually like it more than last year." You snatched Kaeya’s mug from him and took a drink. "Hey!" You chuckled at his reaction, "This is your fifth one, slow it down or we won't be able to enjoy the festivities tonight. I don't know about you but spending my Halloween taking care of your drunk ass doesn't sound like my idea of fun." You drank the last of the wine before he could try and snatch it back.

"Speak for yourself, isn't that your third?" Kaeya teased, "Is the local alcoholic really telling me I've had too much?" You teased right back. "Ouch, so cold." Kaeya put his hand over his heart, pretending to be hurt by the comment. "Can you flirt somewhere else?" An annoyed Diluc grumbled as he turned away from you, "Oh come now Diluc, we're just having a little fun." "Get out."

"How do you always manage to get us kicked out whenever Diluc’s managing the tavern?" You sighed as you both wandered the streets. "You say that like it's entirely my fault." You looked out at the setting sun, you knew soon the children of Mondstadt would be roaming the streets and knocking on every door with their lights still on. “ Are you passing out candy this year?” Kaeya asked, “Of course, when have I not? You're free to join me if you want.” Ever since you decided to settle down in the city of freedom you’ve participated in all the holiday traditions. “I think I'll take you up on that. Shall we head back to your place?” The walk back to your house was peacefully silent, by the time you arrived the sun had nearly disappeared. “We better hurry, you wait by the door, I’ll go get the candy.” Kaeya watched you walk deeper into your house, a gentle smile crossing his face. Being with you felt like a dream, hanging out nearly every day, spending some nights together, it almost felt like you were a couple to him.

Kaeya never felt like he would really form a long lasting relationship with anyone, not like he had with you anyway. The first time he laid eyes on you it felt like walking into a dream, your first encounter was magical and the way you both just clicked was like a fairytale. Kaeya couldn't deny his fondness for you and only recently did he allow himself to truly bask in your light. He had fallen for you and he fell hard, how could someone like you possibly exist?

You came back quickly with a large bowl of candy and a basket filled with small bottles. “What do you have there?” Kaeya asked, eyeing the bottles. “I did a lot of helping out around Dawn winery not long ago and they gave these to me in addition to my reward. I thought it would be nice to hand it out to the adults. You can have one, you hear me? Only one.” You said sternly, “How very kind of you.” Kaeya chuckled, “Aren't I? Now I expect you to actually help and not just lounge around all night.” You joked.

The rest of the night you spent together after the trick-or-treaters had all gone home you lied on your bed together just talking. “Then this wild boar nearly knocked Diluc over! You should've been there, the look on his face was priceless!” You laughed together at the story, “Perhaps I’ll join you next time around. I wouldn't want to miss something like that again.” Eventually, you fell asleep, Kaeya watched you with a fond look on his face. “It’s hard to believe someone like you actually likes hanging out with me. I am so grateful to you, Y/N. Sleep well.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before drifting off to sleep beside you.

#genshin impact #kaeya x reader #kaeya ragnvindr #Halloween

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dimplelover · 2 years

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Just if

Genre: chris x reader / fluff / sad - fluff / stray kids / bangchan x reader

Summary: « I can't hear your last words. I see your mouth moving but no sound comes out. And that's when the fear began to take over, and your image began to vanish. "No, no, I don't wanna go...just a little more, please!" »

Note: English isn't my first language >< sorry for any mistake

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It was a night like many others. Outdoor, the storm wasn't showing any sign to decrease, while the thunder cracks were slowly becoming frequent and loud. The flashes of lightning, more and more close and dazzling, were outlining in the dark of the night a net increasingly mazy, like a highway in the sky.

I was sitting on the edge of the window sill watching that marvellous show that nature was giving me, with a cup of hot tea in my hand. The cup was a bit chipped, the decorative design was almost gone because of the continuous washing, but I was still using it anyway. I wouldn't separate from it for anything in the world. After all, you gave it to me as a birthday gift a long time ago, when we both were young and light-hearted. After every grid, I was losing myself, thinking that I could cross those, flying with the mind to those fantastical worlds where those celestial paths could lead me.

Suddenly the vibration of the phone on my lap distracts me from the trips that my mind was carrying out, taking me back to reality. I take the phone and accept the call, trying to hide the shy smile that rose naturally at the sight of your face on the other side of the screen. The blond hair was hanging from your hairline with a soft tuft, barely touching your eyelashes, but it wasn't able to hide the deepness of those dark wells that was looking over my eyes and inside my soul. Looking at the hint of my smile a bit tired, you smile back, thus emphasizing that adorable dimple on the corner of your rosy lips. "Were you sleeping? Did I wake you up?" you ask me, troubled while losing for a moment that smile that was making your features much sweeter. "No, don't worry", I reply, showing my cup and then the window, "Oh, is it raining?" I nod, going back to watch outside the window, smiling and hiding a bit of my chin in the knees near my chest. "Actually, I was going to sleep, but I couldn't lose all this. From the intensity and the closeness, it has to be right on me at this moment". The crystalline laugh I received as an answer leaves me confused, making me watch the phone screen with a surprised face, "Did I say something funny?" you continue to laugh, hiding your face in the pillow on which you were leaning: "No, no, nothing...it's just that everyone would be scared from the sound of thunders or from the flashes of lightning, and then there is you with a gaze like a child during Christmas' morning". Considering that your laugh wasn't showing any sign to decrease, I twist my lips, imitating an expression between the offended and the embarrassed: "Well, I'm not like everyone, am I?" I go back to looking outside the window, trying to not show the goosebumps that your words, with your such spontaneous reaction caused me.

"Anyway, what do you want? Why did you call me? Isn't it early for you to be awake at this hour?". 7 hours were dividing us for some month, and thus made our communication to be minimized; it was rare being able to text me, forget about calling me at this time. You grumble, hiding, again, part of your face in the pillow: "I wasn't tired anymore, so I thought I could try to call you...I just wanted to hear your voice". I visibly blush at your confession, and I grumble back, with the chin sunk into my knees, "But now that I heard your voice, I'm feeling better". I didn't have to look at the screen to guess your expression. "How is it going there? Is it really hard?" the tired sigh you give me back make me understand that it is a sensitive subject: "If you don't wanna talk..." your tired voice lowered by some tone interrupts me "The hardest thing is not being able to hug you during moments like these". I look at you surprised, and I smile at you sincerely and sweetly, like some of those smiles that I only keep for you and no one else. "You had a nightmare again, didn't you?, you run your hand through your hair pulling back the tuft, which immediately goes back to frame your face as if it didn't even move: "Is it so obvious?" I smile, tilting my head, "I thought it as soon as I saw your name on the screen". You laugh embarrassed so to create some blush on your cheeks, which makes me sense the warm even through the cold screen: "Do you wanna talk about it?" I say, drinking the last sip of my tea and putting the cup on the drawer near the window. You smile slowly and gulp, a shadow darkens your eyes, weakening their sparkle. "It's always the same...I'm in my bed having a nightmare, so I wake up and decide to get out of the room and drink something...but the room starts to rotate on itself...and I begin to fall into a neverending hole from which I can't get out...a suffocating feeling grips my throat, like if I'm drowning...and then I wake up".

I listen to your words carefully, with a cheek on the knees, my head tilted a bit: "Did you tell the other guys? Don't you have a roommate?" "Yes, of course, I have...actually I have three...but I'm not brave enough to talk about it with them". I slowly smile and nod, "I think you should..." you sigh as an answer, "It's complicated...I'm the oldest...I should be an example for them, and being the one you could holding on...not the one who has to be held..." I can't hold back a laugh noticing your frowning expression: "You didn't change at all, still convinced that you have to carry on your shoulders everything and everyone..." you smile slowly, imitating me, and the features of your face relax again, driving out the shadow that hid your eyes. "What about you? Did you tell your father what you really think?" I snort, looking at the ceiling and going back to watch outside the window, trying to change the subject: "The storm is almost gone...". The snort at the other side doesn't surprise me...it's the, suddenly, serious tone of the answer that takes me aback: "Do you wanna come here?" I flinch by looking at the screen and at your earnest look, puzzled, "...how?" "In someday I should have a break...I can pay for the plane ticket...you could come to the dorm...I don't think it would be a trouble for the guys...". I gulp thinking about it, and I slowly smiled, hesitating: "Are you sure? Are you telling me that I can see you again after all this time?". The idea of being able to feel the warmth of those cheeks again with my own hands made me tremble, straightening my back, without hiding a certain excitement in my voice. You nod, with the gravest look of ever: "Absolutely, you just need some...".

I can't hear your last words. I see your mouth moving but no sound comes out. And that's when the fear began to take over, and your image began to vanish. "No, no, I don't wanna go...just a little more, please!"

Loud thunder wakes me up. Outdoor, the storm wasn't showing any sign to decrease, while the thunderclaps were slowly becoming frequent and loud. The flashes of lightning, more and more close and dazzling, were outlining in the dark of the night a net increasingly mazy, like a highway in the sky. A lonely tear on my cheek, slowly, like if it wanted to imitate the rain droplet on the windowpane of my room. The phone, dark and silent, was left on the night table near my bed, still reloading. Near it, a cup of tea was a bit chipped, with the decorative design almost gone because of the continuous washing. A little further on, a photo of a blond-haired guy and a girl, both smiling at the cam: the girl, with a finger leaning to the adorable dimple on the corner of the guy's rosy lips, was wearing a bracelet with a tiny key as a pendant; on the back, the entrance of an airport. Next to the picture frame, a necklace with a locket as a pendant: the only memory of a blond-haired guy, who took off for a faraway land, never reached, by now lost somewhere in the deep of the vast ocean.

#skz scenarios #skz bang chan #skz chan imagines #bang chan #chris #straykids #stray kids

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worstloki · 3 years

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Loki: I want to wake up with you for the rest of my life

Sigyn: I wake up at dawn

Loki:

Loki, basically nocturnal: I'll make the sacrifice

#🥺🥺🥺#oh i'm sorry what was that marvel i couldn't hear you over the sound of headcanoning sigyn and loki happily living together as space pirates #the guardians crashed into thor why can't we assume sigyn crashed into loki in the middle of a getaway #oh oH OH AU where Sigyn's got the soul stone and she's running from space cops #the soul stone storyline was trash and shouldn't have worked anyways all it did was validate abusive relationships so we're cancelling that #Infinity War still happens but Thanos doesn't have ALL the stones so he goes to space to join the space cops and chase sigyn down too #so sigyn and loki are on the run and the avengers are chasing thanos who is with the space cops chasing sigyn (and also loki)#we're going to assume that maybe sigyn IS the soul stone kinda like the whole Avatar deal where it gets passed down the universe at random #or maybe she just ate it idk #so anyways they totally delay the snap and are ride or die for each other after 1 week of sharing a ship #if Thanos ever catches up to them and tries to snap Nemesis turns up and slaps him into oblivion #the Avengers show up and see Loki and go ''YOU!'' and Loki goes ''me?'' and Nemesis is like ''YES YOU'' and hugs him because Sigyn #maybe they kiss and there's no way the Avengers are attacking Loki after Sigyn the Infinity Stone Vessel just slapped Thanos into nothing #and they live happily ever after The End #end credit scene since this is a marvel blog and endgame sucked #anyone who wants can claim Loki is bad and point out his 'evil' traits and she just goes ''nah he's just like that and isn't it great''#it's because she's the only sane smart person Loki has properly gotten to interact with so anyways they live together in New York now #they're the friendly neighbourhood resident couple that you can ask for help taking down the latest city-destroying creature #The Avengers call on them for help every now and then and when they do they can't stop pointing out how sickeningly sweet they are #they're healthy and poke fun at each other and respect each other's boundaries and match aesthetics and mess up each other's hair okay

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wolken-himmel · 3 years

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In which (Y/n) gets kidnapped by another dragon right in front of Malleus' nose during her visit in the Valley of Thorns.

Of course, Malleus isn't going to stand there idly and watch as another dragon steals his treasure.

Request by anon.

"And then, Sebek screamed at me for having seduced the young master—"

As Malleus and you ventured through the royal gardens of the castle, here in his home at the Valley of Thorns, you shared stories and tales of your stay here for school break — it had been approximately two weeks already, and every day you spent in this castle was memorable and fun in its own way.

Malleus let go of your hand as you quickened your pace until you walked in front of him, skipping and turning in circles like a happy child. A pleased smile on his face, he retorted, "Oh, I am very sorry if Sebek causes you any discomfort." Even though his voice sounded quite casual and calm, he couldn't completely hide the worry that rose up in his throat: He feared that Sebek would annoy you so much that you would actually leave him.

Much to Malleus' surprise and relief, you turned around again and took his hands into yours. The bright smile on your face quickly managed to calm him down again, especially when you shook your head in amusement. "No no! Sebek screaming at me is really funny," you said, laughing like a fool, which Malleus found strangely endearing and adorable. "It makes him look like an angry chihuahua— very adorable since he's so easy to provoke."

"I am glad you think that way," Malleus replied and gave your hands a relieved squeeze. Your reassuring smile managed to ease that desperate and worried frown off his face. "Thank you."

With a playful click of your tongue, twisted your hands out of his grip to get onto your toes to pat his head as if he was a little child. He furrowed his eyebrows and shot you a sceptical frown, one that served to amuse you greatly. "You don't have to worry about me, Malleus!" you chimed. "I'm far stronger than you think! I can very well protect myself."

The dragon fae shot you an amused smile when you let out a playfully offended gasp. "Oh? Really?" he drawled and crossed his arms.

"Yes!" You narrowed your eyes at him while throwing your arms into the sky. Your gesture drew chortles from the fae, which only served to anger you even more. With a roll of your eyes, you complained, "I'm not a damsel in distress—"

Before you could finish your sentence, the sudden sound of an imposing roar filled your ears, and before you could actually realise what was happening, large claws wrapped themselves around your outstretched arms and ripped you up into the sky: It was a dragon. The way your feet suddenly lost ground made a shrill scream escape your lips, the sound of it blood-curdling.

Malleus' worried exclaims and yells were drowned out by the sound of large wings flapping and roars of the mighty beast that had just taken you prisoner. "(Y/n)—?!" Malleus cried out as he ran after you, only to witness, frozen in horror, as the dragon took off into the distance with you in his hold.

"Hey!" you screamed and looked up to find scales in shades of dark orange and red adoring his belly. The more you thrashed around, the more his hold on you tightened to the point where you couldn't feel your arms anymore. Your veins were burning with his anger, and the cool air whipping into your face did nothing to calm you down. "Let me down! At once!"

Yet, the beast didn't listen and merely chuckled at your defiance, seemingly enjoying the way you put up a fight — even more so when you finally quieted down upon hearing the dragon let out his most frightening and loud roar. Shivering, you would have curled into yourself if it wasn't for you being carried across the sky, your feet high over the treetops and mountains of the Valley of Thorns.

The sight truly was awe-striking, and for a moment, you forgot that you were being held hostage by a scaly monster in favour of marvelling at the beautiful view one had from up here. The dragon took your sudden silence as a sign of obedience and acceptance, therefore growling in happiness.

The rest of your flight was spent in calm yet tense silence that, coupled with the fear-inducing height you currently were at, made your stomach churn in discomfort. It was only that you exhaled in relief when the dragon tucked his wings together to enter the small entrance of his cave. You exhaled in happiness when he gently dropped you to the floor, and you immediately began to hug the floor in happiness.

"Finally!" you cried out as you lay on the floor limply, not attempting to rise to your feet again.

The dragon eyed you curiously and ventured closer when he found you laying on the floor, motionless and unresponsive to his little croons here and there. Finally, you raised your head curiously when you felt his snout affectionately nuzzle your side. "My little angel," he cooed while his one clawed hand shot out lift you into his embrace again. "I finally have you."

You furrowed your eyebrows when you finally had the chance to get a glimpse of the dragon's face. His glowing yellow eyes bore into yours, burning and flickering like fire — destructive and determined to burn down everything in its path. Tilting your head to the side, you croaked out, "Who are you— and where did you take me?" A sigh escaped your lips at the way he ignored your attempts of freeing yourself in favour of tightening his arms around you, burying his snout in your hair. Averting your eyes, you found yourself in a dimly lit cave filled with treasures and riches. "Is this your... cave?"

The dragon chuckled, as if drunk on happiness and love, as he temporarily pulled away to shake his head in a reprimanding way. "This is our cave now," he corrected and booped your nose with one clawed finger, making sure to not hurt your delicate flesh. The strange softness and gentleness was bizarre to you with how much it contrasted his nature of strength and violence.

Shaking off your confusion that allowed him to envelop you into an affection hug again, with his wings wrapping around you, preventing your escape, you muttered, "I— I think this must be a misunderstanding."

"A misunderstanding?" the dragon asked and tilted his head to the side in curiosity, making you forget for a moment that the dragon holding you like a doll wasn't a puppy but a monster. A startled yelp escaped your throat when his forked tongue shot out to lap at your face, coating your cheeks in a warm liquid. "No, you are the kind human who helped me approximately a week ago when I had my foot caught in that trap used for bears."

Eventually, you managed to stop his licking, and your head perked up in realisation. "Oh yes! I remember you know!" you exclaimed, your eyes a bright (E/c). The dragon chuckled in amusement and flattery when he found your eyes drifting to his formerly injured, now healed, right foot. You hummed in satisfaction and shot him a weak smile. "Is your foot any better? I hope the salve I put on your cuts helped a little bit."

The way he began breathing down your neck again was enough of a positive answer for you. You winced and thrashed around at the unpleasant feeling, but stilled down again when he let out a series of threatening growls. Once you were as limp as a doll again, he whispered right into your ear, "You freed me from what I think would have been my impending doom... and therefore, I want to show you my gratitude by making you my mate."

You opened your mouth, wanting to say something witty and funny, but nothing came to your mind. You were flattered, you couldn't deny that — but there was no way in Twisted Wonderland that you could accept this dragon's proposal of being his mate. So, chuckling nervously when he turned to look you in the eyes again, you shakily began, "Well, I am very flattered, dear—" You took a deep breath and pressed on. "But I have a mate already."

His eyes grew in size until you thought they would fall out of his skull. Just as you thought he would give up and let you run freely again since maybe he didn't know you were already in a relationship, he began laughing in a way that made shivers run down your back. "That is unfortunate," he drawled and brought his face closer to yours until you were forced to wince away with the annoyed puffs of smoke that escaped his nostrils. "But I do not wish to return you to your 'mate', for I have grown quite infatuated with you."

You gasped and narrowed your eyes at the rude dragon. "You can't just keep me here—"

The dragon chuckled once again and bumped his snout against your cheek, letting his warm breath run over your ticklish skin. You couldn't help but laugh involuntarily and do your best to push him away. He soon relented, pulled away, and eyed you with an adoring gaze. "You are the definition of kindness and beauty— I fear dragons are quite possessive creatures." A dramatic breath escaped his lips, and he shook his head in feigned disappointment. "And I have to say that my greed has sadly taken the better of me. I cannot let you go again, my dear angel and saviour."

You sighed in frustration and lowered your gaze to the floor. "So this is what I get for helping people, huh..." In a moment of courage, your head snapped up, and your eyes bore right into the dragon's. The beast seemed surprised at your sudden move, too, and gazed at with you wide eyes. Your face turning desperate and concerned, you croaked out, "Listen, you seem like a really nice and handsome dragon, but please— let me go before Malleus comes and tears your throat out—"

You were interrupted by an intruder landing right outside the dragon's cave and prowling inside, like a predator hunting in a trance of blood-lust. Your eyes grew in size when they found the intimidating black dragon with green scales that you called your boyfriend. "Too late," Malleus growled in anger, his glare wholly focused on his opponent. "Hand me back my mate. Now."

The dragon was about to set you down again and begin a vicious battle with Malleus for your heart — but you stopped him from marching off into his death by wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his scales. "Please, I don't want you to die," you whispered, your voice soft and desperate.

Ignoring the intruder, the owner of the cave eagerly leant into your touch with delighted eyes and a heavy heart. The power you held over him made him hate himself, but how could he not listen to you when you sounded so concerned for him? So, sighing in defeat, he gave in, "I am touched that you worry for my well-being, my angel." With a saddened frown on his face, he lowered you to the ground and backed away from Malleus and you. "Fine, I shall respect your wishes..."

You smiled at him, relieved and grateful that he har listened to you. "Thank you, sir dragon," you muttered, about to pat his head one last time — but Malleus stopped you from doing that by scooping you up in his arms and pulling you into a protective embrace.

"You are lucky, you idiot," Malleus snarled and glared at the dragon. "If you dare to set your claws on what is rightfully mine again, I shall kill you on the spot."

A sigh escaped your lips and you merely nudged him to the exit of the cave, just wanting to get out of here as quickly as possible in the hope that everyone would make it out alive today. "Let's just go, Malleus," you muttered, to which he obeyed with one last growl. Your boyfriend turned around and dashed out of the cave as quickly as possible, his wings flapping loudly as he carried you off into the distance. "Nothing bad happened in the end, so don't worry, alright, Malleus?"

As he carried you through the sky, Malleus let out a scoff. "I can't believe random dragons are coming to steal you away from me now..." His eyes turned soft when your laughter reached his ears. His maw twisting into a mischievous grin, he peered down at you and cooed, "Putting you in a tower to keep you safe from them doesn't seem that farfetched anymore, does it?"

Immediately, you stopped laughing and began glaring at him. "Malleus..."

He laughed and planted a brief kiss to your cheek. "It was just a joke, my dear treasure."

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst #twst x you #disney twisted wonderland #reader insert #y/n #disney twst #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #twst malleus draconia #twst malleus #twst malleus x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland malleus #female reader

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randomshyperson · 3 years

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Love is Outside the Screen - Part III - Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Summary: The one where Reader plays Vision in the MCU and she falls in love with her co-worker Elizabeth Olsen.

Warnings: (+18), smut, sexual themes, strap on use, teasing, fingering, sexual suggestions, explicit language, explicit, obscenity, a bit of praise kink, dom/sub dynamics, bottom reader mostly, switch dynamics, power dynamic changes, slight possessive sex, brief angst, alcohol mentions, arguing, jealously, fluffy.

Words: 7.935 K

A/N> Instead of writing my series, I'm continuing works that were finished already. This is basically porn honestly haha No, but jokes aside, we have fluffy moments with a lot of smut. Good reading everyone!

Part One | Part Two | All Works Masterlist || AO3

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Love is Outside the Screen - Part III

Northern Ireland, two years ago.

You slipped under the long wooden table as the script indicated.

Your character was supposed to give a slight nod, and then gasp because of the torso injury, and you followed the script perfectly.

When the director yells cut, you stand up, trying not to bump into the makeover they did on your clothes.

"That was great, guys!" Shouted Alex Graves in the direction of the cast scattered around the medieval set. "Let's call it a day."

You were exhausted.

The Game of Thrones footage was absolutely grueling, and time-consuming, although it allowed you to learn something new with almost every scene.

Walking back toward the dressing room to clean up your makeup, you smiled shyly at the girls in the salon who congratulated you on the day's performance while helping you to remove your costume.

While they were going through your hair, you decided to check your cell phone.

There were two missed calls from Lizzie, and you felt your heart swell with guilt immediately.

She had also sent you messages asking if everything was okay, or if you were busy, and saying that she missed you, and you wish you had answered them all, but your routine had been completely absurd.

You felt your chest ache with longing every time you thought of your girlfriend.

When you signed the contract, you knew the conditions, and so did Lizzie. But nothing prepared you for the real thing.

Almost three months without a decent conversation, not even video calls, and the lack of her in your life was making you frustrated and irritated all the time. You were sinking into the screenplay and the recordings, because you simply hated not having Lizzie in your day-to-day life.

"Thank you girls." You said as soon as you noticed the makeup completely removed from your abdomen.

The change in the script killed your character sooner than expected, and you should go home early, even though it was going to take two or three months, it was much less than originally planned.

Grumbling softly, you went back to the dressing room, deciding to call Lizzie now that you would have a little time alone.

She doesn't answer until the second-to-last ring.

"Yes?" Her husky voice signals that she was asleep, but all you can feel is your body shaking at the sound.

"It's me, baby." You reply tenderly as you sit back in the armchair, pressing the cell phone to your ear as if you wish you could reach into the device and touch your girl.

"Oh, hey." She comments sleepily, and you wonder if she has closed her eyes again, or even opened them. "It's late."

"I know, I'm sorry." You say leaning back in the armchair. "I wanted to check that everything was okay because I couldn't answer you earlier."

"Don't worry, darling." She says softly, almost sleepily. "I just missed you."

"Me too, my love." You assure her, feeling your chest tighten slightly. My god, you just want to see her, hold her, touch her. "Lizzie, darling, are you asleep?"

"Yes." She whispers, making you smile.

"I love you baby." You say. "Call me when you wake up, I will interrupt as many scenes as it takes to talk to you."

"Behave yourself in the studio, love." She mumbles sleepily, and you laugh lightly. It was the same warning she gave on your last day in California, on the way out of the airport. "I love you. And I miss you."

You cursed the entire movie company at once when you could perceive the upset in Lizzie's tone, even in her sleepy state. You repeated that you loved her one more time before hanging up the phone.

As you put your cell phone away to grab your keys and head back to the hotel, you wondered if a breach of contract was really so bad.

//-//

Present, California.

You felt Lizzie's arms wrap around you as soon as you made mention of getting out of bed. You smiled, turning your body to look at her.

Her sleeping figure with her eyes closed, her hair slightly tousled made your heart warm with affection.

You loved her so much.

Raising your hand to her face, you stroked her cheek gently with your thumb, and watched the woman sigh softly, and even in her sleepy state, lean into your touch.

"Lizzie." You called softly, trying to wake her up. And did so again until she mumbled softly, leaning her face against the pillow. You let your hand wander to her hair, enjoying the softness as you stroked her scalp with your fingers. "We need to wake up baby."

Lizzie just mumbled again against the pillow cotton, making you smile at the cuteness of that scene.

You moved closer only to deposit short kisses across her face, and only stopped when she let out a husky giggle.

"Good morning, love." You whispered against her ear, and were about to pull away, but she tightened her arms around your waist, keeping you almost on top of her, making you smile.

"Good morning." She sighed back against the skin of your neck, and you blushed slightly when you felt her inhale your perfume and then tighten her fingers around your waist. "Fuck, I love you."

You laughed softly at her sudden, hoarse confession, but let your arms slip around her shoulders, burying your body against Lizzie's. The tenderness was wonderful, and she moved one hand up to caress your back while the other remained on your hip, her thumb moving across the skin beneath your blouse.

You tilt your face away just to look at her, and already you find her with her eyes wide open, a shy smile on her lips.

"I love you too, babe, but we need to get up." You tell her, and you almost get the impression that she's not even listening, because all she does is look at your face with adoration.

You bite back a smile as you feel her legs move beneath you, her bare foot caressing your ankle before she spins you around quickly and stands over you, the sudden movement making you sigh and tighten your arms intertwined around her neck.

"Lizzie!" You exclaim humorously, but all you get is a low murmur as she sinks her body against yours and buries her face in your neck.

"How much time do we have?" She asks against your skin, her lips dangling on that sensitive part of your collarbone and sending a shiver up the length of your spine.

"Enough." You reply already affected by her touch, closing your eyes to enjoy the sensation.

Lizzie smiles against your neck, beginning to deposit chaste kisses against your skin, making you sigh softly.

It didn't matter how many times you had been together or for how long, your body reacted to her in the same way. You only hoped that you wouldn't be late for your appointment with the Marvel directors, but when Lizzie slipped her hand up into your pajamas, you didn't care about that anymore.

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London, 1 year and 9 months ago.

It's your third time on "The Graham Norton Show."

You finished taping Game of Thrones the day before, and this was your last appointment before returning to California. To Lizzie.

Part of the cast is sitting next to you, and you are glad for that because you are distracted this evening and can use the time they answer questions to think about your girlfriend. And you miss her for sure.

Graham, the host, asked questions about the final season, and about day to day life on set, and after Kit Harington and Emilia Clarke commented on everything being amazing, and not telling anything about the plot since they weren't allowed to, you were slightly surprised that the subject shift went directly to the romance rumors between the cast.

"I hear that some of you have been becoming close friends outside the set." Graham begins with a chuckle, and you and the cast share a chorus of dissatisfaction that makes the audience laugh. "Which is normal in a long series of course. But we wanted to bring that in because we love gossip."

"Since I'm married, can I have a drink in the dressing room?" Kit jokes, drawing laughter from everyone.

"You're supposed to help us with the arguments". Graham replies humorously. He leans back in his chair slightly to point to the monitor behind him. "We have some behind-the-scenes photos here. And Miss Clarke looks very comfortable."

The audience laughed at the comment, and you tried to cover it up with an awkward laugh. It was a picture of Emilia Clarke, your colleague who plays Daenerys Targaryen, on your lap. But the moment was badly misinterpreted. The photo was taken right after one of the prom rehearsal scenes, and Emilia had gotten one of the coordinations wrong, and you laughed when she fell on you.

Of course, this kind of insinuation was happening because to the media, you two were two single women. And you were used to this kind of questioning, but still, it was always uncomfortable.

"We were dancing, Graham." Emilia argues humorously. "It's not what it looks like."

The audience lets out a chorus of disappointment, and you and Emilia giggle awkwardly.

"Was that the mating dance, ladies?" Graham teases and you want to dig a hole in the ground, but all you do is keep up with everyone's laughter. "Despite all the jokes, I think Marvel's couple is going to be threatened."

The comment makes your heart race, but the audience is very approving, applauding heartily.

At least with this you can talk about Elizabeth.

"Is tonight the night you are going to take over America's dream relationship or can we just keep saying that you and Emilia are together, since there is not the slightest chance that someone that attractive is single." Graham tells you with humor making the audience and cast laugh. You try to keep up, not wanting to seem rude. You wish you could tell him that there is nothing wrong with being single, but you don't think you want to create an awkwardness so you just settle back in your seat as you joke:

"Unfortunately I will deny it again, Graham" You reply. "And I'm not dating Emilia either, I assure you."

You spend the rest of the evening dodging the comments, and are exhausted by the time the interview is over.

"Hey, are you going back to the hotel already?" Kit asks you just as you walk back to the dressing rooms, and you deny it with your head.

"No chance, I'm leaving." You reply. "I'm going straight to the airport, I have a flight in two hours. What about you, Harington? Aren't you going home to see your wife?"

"I didn't know we were talking about wives." He jokes making you blush and look away. Kit didn't know about Lizzie, but he knew you had someone. "Of course I want to come home, but I still have some appointments here. And Rose is in Spain."

"That sucks, man." You comment and he murmurs in agreement, shrugging.

"Yeah, but longing sure makes the sex better." He retorts with amusement and you grimace before laughing.

"You're unbelievable." You joke before waving yourself off in farewell, turning in the direction of your dressing room.

As soon as you enter, you take your cell phone out of your pocket and try to call Lizzie, but it goes to voicemail. You leave a message saying that you can't wait to see her and get your things ready to leave.

After saying goodbye to the cast again, and taking a taxi to the airport, you receive a message, but it is not from Lizzie.

*Sara evil agent* sent you an attachment.

You frown at the matter. "Off-screen romance? Would GOT star Emilia Clarke be dating queer Marvel protégé?"

You call Sara the same minute.

"I literally said I wasn't dating her!" You complain as soon as she answers and hear Sara laugh on the other end.

"Oh, honey, I told you, the media loves a little gossip." She says. "And you need to stop setting up fake girlfriends so quickly, I can barely keep up."

You grumble in irritation and your agent lets out a giggle.

"Don't be so grumpy, it's just a rumor and the last time I checked you were a single woman so I don't see a problem." She says and you bite the inside of your cheek. Since your lack of excitement about GOT, Sara suspects something. Neither of you says anything, but you know she's not an idiot and figures you have a girlfriend. "Are you going back to LA already?"

"Yes, I'm catching my flight in an hour."

"I hope you're ready to record, Lady Vision." She jokes. "Your scene schedule is getting closer."

"I plan to rest this week." You warn, slightly distracted. "Game of Thrones really was something different."

"I just hope people like the ending."

You giggle and Sara wants to know why, but you don't give her any spoilers. After asking if everything was okay, and assuring her that you had eaten something before the interview, you hang up.

Lizzie didn't text you back and you fell asleep on the plane.

//-//-//-//-//

California, three years and eleven months ago.

Your heart was beating so fast that you could hear it in your ears.

But Lizzie's hand in yours was doing a good job of calming you down.

Maybe it was just because you had waited, or maybe it was because you were so much in love, but you don't remember feeling so nervous about the idea of having sex with someone. Not since your first time.

And well, now with Lizzie, it was actually only the first time you two were going to sleep together. You didn't have to be nervous, but you were.

Liz opened the bedroom door as soon as you two reached the room, and dragged you inside with her. You closed the wood as you entered.

The tension was palpable in the air, and you wondered if you stayed still long enough, she might hear your heartbeat.

You looked at her, your eyes locked on each other, and a shy smile on your lips as you approached, stopping inches from her body.

Lizzie holds her breath.

"Are you nervous?" You ask in a husky voice, raising your free hand to go around the length of her arm with your finger, admiring the way her skin shivers at your touch.

She just shakes her head and you smile, resting your hand on her cheek.

"It's just me." You comment as you lean your forehead against hers, and you both close your eyes in anticipation. "We can stop if you're not sure..."

"I'm sure." She interrupts half breathlessly, her hand tightening its grip before letting go of yours, so that she brings both hands to the sides of your neck. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." You assure before breaking the distance, bringing your mouths together in a firm kiss that draws a sigh from both of you as your hands move up to Lizzie's waist.

It doesn't take long for the kiss to deepen, your tongues fighting together and the sensation making your head spin and your body heat up.

Lizzie gasped against your mouth before parting for breath, and you used the opportunity to let your fingers run down to the hem of her shirt as you pulled it up. In motion the piece was off, and she copied the same to remove your blouse.

You bit your lip as you looked at the sight of Lizzie's exposed torso in front of you, her nipples hardening in the air making you feel the tightness beneath your stomach increase.

You lunged forward, grabbing her left breast with your mouth, and Lizzie let out a loud noise in her throat, throwing her head back as your tongue skirted her left nipple.

She was so hot and smelled so good, and the sounds she was making were driving you insane.

You moved your hands up to her breasts as soon as you brought your mouths together again, your tongue circling hers as you played with her hardened nipples, and it wasn't long before Lizzie began to whimper, closing her legs and thrusting her hips towards yours for more friction.

You smiled against her lips, you would give her exactly what she needed.

//-//

California, one year and nine months ago.

Leaving your keys on the counter, you were surprised by the silence as you entered.

It wasn't that you wanted Lizzie to stay late to wait for you, except that it was exactly what you wanted.

You left your bag on the living room floor and called her name twice before assuming she was asleep.

Sighing slightly, you went up the stairs to your room, but it was empty. All the other rooms were empty, which made you frown.

Okay, you didn't expect Elizabeth not to be home just the day you were returning, after months of not seeing each other.

But you didn't have much time to think about what might have happened, because a clearly drunk Lizzie stumbled into the house, fighting against the lock and her own balance just as you were coming down the stairs.

"You're drunk?" You ask in a voice in a mixed tone of disbelief and concern upon seeing her, and Lizzie is startled for a moment before giggling.

"Look who's here, California!" She announced to the room with irony and with open arms, stumbling inside. "Hollywood's most eligible bachelorette, watch out ladies and gentlemen."

You frowned at the little scene, Lizzie walked with difficulty to the kitchen as you finished going down the steps, she murmured quietly and you with your arms crossed, trying to understand exactly what was going on.

"What happened to you?" you ask as you follow her across the room, Lizzie takes off her shoes with difficulty, almost falling to the floor at least twice. When you make mention of helping her, she holds up her hand for you not to, and you are starting to get worried.

"I went to have fun." She replies with a humorless laugh. "I can have fun."

"Of course you can." You retorted with a raised eyebrow, watching Lizzie take a deep breath and close her eyes as she leaned her back on the countertop, probably getting a headache from the way she buried her face in both hands for a moment. "Who did you go with?"

"I don't know, Mom." She sneered wryly, and you clenched your jaw. Lizzie laughed at your expression, and pouted. "Oh, did I upset you? Sorry, darling, I'll try to be a good girl for you."

You shook your head slightly.

"Babe, what is happ..."

"Don't call me that." She cuts off quickly and you look at her in surprise. Lizzie closes her eyes and takes a deep breath and when she looks at you again, she has thick tears in her eyes and you feel your heart soar. "I saw the pictures on television, Y/N. I saw the pictures, I saw your interview, I saw the videos on instagram. And I guess I understand, because she's beautiful and we haven't seen each other in months but I thought you loved me..."

"wow, what are you talking about?" You interrupt, confused and frightened, and Lizzie looks like a complete mess. She is crying and you reach up to touch her face, and try to calm her down. "Babe, breathe, I don't understand."

She whimpers softly, and you wonder how much booze she really has consumed.

"You are going out with that woman and I love you and everything is horrible." She declares in a whiny voice and you look at her with a frown.

"Lizzie, what..."

But she pushes you and walks off toward the bedroom, and you try to keep her from falling over drinking at least three times until she can get up the stairs properly.

"Lizzie, wait, talk to me." You beg but she keeps walking and you enter the bedroom a moment after her, watching her walk to the closet and start throwing all her clothes out while mumbling about cheating.

You take a deep breath with your hands on your waist, letting out a humorless laugh. It was an absurd scene to say the least.

"Elizabeth Olsen, stop this immediately!" You command as soon as she steps out of the closet, and she widens her eyes slightly as she shifts the weight of her feet before veering to the floor. You sigh as you walk toward her. "Babe, look at me."

"No."

"Lizzie."

Reluctantly, she does so. You soften your expression, feeling your heart soar at the image of her face, longing invading your whole heart.

"God, I missed you." You confess half breathlessly and Lizzie looks on the verge of tears. "Darling, where did all this come from? I'm not seeing any other girl."

"I saw the pictures..."

"Lizzie." You interrupt seriously, shaking your head slightly as your hands land on her shoulders. "I have no one but you. I would never cheat on you, I don't know where that came from. I wish you hadn't drunk so much so we could have a serious talk."

Lizzie gives a mischievous little smile, her gaze half lost because of the alcohol.

"I'm not drunk." She mumbles clearly intoxicated, making you chuckle slightly.

"Of course not." You said as you pushed the loose strands of her hair behind her ears. "You made a mess in the bedroom, babe. Why don't you try to sleep while I clean up?"

Lizzie sighed, clearly tired but shaking her head in denial

"I don't want to sleep." She said as she brought her body closer to you, her hands squeezing your shirt. "I want you to fuck me."

You bit back a smile, looking at Lizzie with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah?"

She murmured in agreement, her fingers trying to open the buttons of your shirt, but she was clearly in no condition to do so.

"I'd like that too, but you're drunk." You say as you move your hands to hold hers, smiling at the grumble of frustration she lets out. "Go lie down, I'll get some water."

"But..."

"Bed, Lizzie." You ordered again as you intertwined your hands to lead her to lie down.

She was reluctant a few times but eventually agreed and lay her down on the mattress, placing the comforter on top.

When you made mention of getting up, she held your hand.

"Don't go." She asked softly with her eyes almost closed. You smiled.

"Aren't you thirsty?"

Lizzie denied and pulled your hand, you moved closer to lie beside her and she wasted no time in entwining her body in yours.

You let your fingers run through her hair and she sighed lightly, not taking long to fall asleep. You waited a few more minutes before moving, getting out of bed as gently as possible so as not to wake her.

After collecting the clothes Lizzie had thrown across the room and putting them away in the closet, as well as putting the party clothes she was wearing in the wash, you went back downstairs, looking for your bag to take to your room.

Your cell phone vibrated as you walked up the stairs.

It was a message from Scarlet, and you laughed lightly as you read its content.

“I heard you're coming home today, right? Lizzie was really upset about the rumors that you were dating, and asked me to take her out for a drink. I dropped her off at home, but she was pretty shaky. I didn't know you two had a thing, can we talk about it over coffee tomorrow?”

You were relieved that Scarlett was the person accompanying Lizzie, but now she knew you two had something. You were tired of it honestly. The secret. All you wanted was for everyone to know how much you loved Lizzie. And judging from recent events, that was a problem for her too. Or at least it was enough for her to drink more than she should.

But you would have to wait until Lizzie woke up to have this conversation, so you went back to your room, and after putting away the clothes from your bag, you took a shower and put on your pajamas, wasting no time in joining Lizzie in bed again.

//-//-//

Caribbean, one year and six months ago.

Following the music, you continued to dance slowly, your hand around Lizzie's waist while the other was entwined in the air with hers.

The luxury hotel where you were staying that week was hosting a Hawaiian themed evening, and well, after spending the day in the pool area, you decided to dance a little.

In that moment, with Lizzie in your arms, you were at peace completely. Moments like these, like waking up with her in your bed, or cooking together, or rehearsing your lines while curled up on the couch under the blanket were more than enough to make you sure that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Lizzie.

You smiled before pulling your body away slightly, just to look at her. And she looked back at you with the same adoration, her cheeks flushing slightly.

You spun her into your arms then, making her laugh as you pulled her back, your hands resting on her neck as your hips swayed to the rhythm of the ukulele of the band playing on the stage.

There were a few other couples around, but you could hardly notice anyone but Lizzie.

You continued dancing, and you rested your forehead on hers, closing your eyes and breathing in her perfume. Lizzie smiled, stealing a quick kiss before resting her chin on your shoulder, following the rhythm of the dance.

When the show ends, you follow the crowd in the clapping for a moment before Lizzie entwines your hands and pulls you toward the bar.

"That was fun." She comments with cheeks flushed from the dance, her smile soft as you stand near each other, your hands intertwined as you reach for the menu.

"Dancing with you always is." You retorted charmingly, releasing her hand only to fit it against your waist, drawing a chuckle from Lizzie.

You ended up sharing some drinks and snacks, and you were starting to feel higher with each sip.

Lizzie was in the middle of a joke when you interrupted her.

"Marry me?"

She blinked in surprise, a confused chuckle escaping her lips.

"What?"

Maybe it was the drinking. Probably not, because with the emerald eyes looking so intently, you suddenly felt very sober. Your heart raced too, but you were never more sure of anything than you were now.

"Marry me." You repeat with a confident smile. Lizzie blushes with wide eyes.

"You... Are you serious?" She asks in surprise, and you let out a sigh, moving closer to take her hands and put them down on your racing heart.

"I love you." You tell her with nothing but sincerity. "I want to spend my life with you. I was planning something bigger, perhaps, at your parents' summer house. I would get down on one knee in front of your family and hand over the ring I've been carrying for three months." You confess and watch her look at you in shock. "I've been waiting for the right moment, Lizzie. But I've just realized that every second with you is the right moment. I want you to be my wife. Do you want me to be yours?"

It took a second for her to react, her expression changing from shock to pure happiness, the tears appearing in her eyes and the smile so big it made her eyes small.

"Yes, yes, of course." She replied between one shy laugh and another, moving forward to kiss you over and over again.

You couldn't stop smiling as you kissed her, and you giggled against each other's mouths, pulling apart to embrace each other.

It didn't take long for the people around the bar to notice and start clapping, but you didn't care.

All you were seeing was your future wife.

//-//-//-//

California, 1 year and 9 months ago.

You finished putting the coffee jug on the tray, the last missing item, before carrying it to your room, taking careful steps not to trip over anything on the way.

Lizzie was already awake, but still in bed. The glass of water in her hands and the missing pill on her bedside table indicated that she was already treating her hangover.

"Good morning, darling." You greeted as you entered, walking over to the bed to leave the platter on top of the sheet next to Lizzie.

"You're home." She commented in a mixture of surprise and embarrassment, you just made a noise with your mouth as she sighed, running her hand over her face, probably because of her headache. "When did you get home?"

"Last night." You respond by watching her. "Just before you."

"Sorry." She says moving closer. You gently pull away from her attempt to kiss her lips, and Lizzie frowns. "What?"

"I was worried." You state seriously. Lizzie lets out a sigh, leaning her back against the bed completely. "I thought you were going to pick me up at the airport, but you didn't call. And then I find the house empty. Until you arrived, completely drunk at dawn."

Lizzie crossed her arms, looking away. It was your turn to sigh.

"What's happening, Elizabeth?"

"It 's nothing."

"Elizabeth."

"Stop it." She asks impatiently, turning her face to you again. "Don't call me that."

You just frown in confusion. "It's your name."

"No." She exclaims annoyedly, closing her eyes for a moment. "You only call me Elizabeth when you're angry. And you can't be angry at me because I have the right to go out!"

You watch her stand up, as if running away from the conversation, and you sigh impatiently, massaging your temple with your finger. Lizzie begins to remove her dress, clearly intent on going to take a shower.

"I never said you had no right to go out, Elizabeth." You retort ignoring the annoyed grunt she lets out at you continuing to call her by her full name. "I just think I have the right to ask why after we agreed on something, you changed plans at the last minute and decided to disappear."

"It's funny that you want to demand something from me when you've spent the last few months without giving me any satisfaction of where or who you were with!" She accuses angrily and you grimace in indignation.

"Oh, so it's about my work?" You retort angrily. "The last time I checked we had decided that I was going to record and come home. You said you were fine with that!"

Lizzie gave a humorless laugh, her dress falling to her feet as she worked to remove her bra.

"Well, you know what, I wasn't!" She shouts angrily, throwing the bra angrily into the closet. You need to remember that you are angry with her as you have the vision of her breasts exposed in front of you while she is yelling at you. "I didn't agree to the endless get-togethers with all those sluts around you! And I sure didn't agree with your flushed face on television flirting with Emilia Clarke in front of the whole country!"

You stared at Lizzie in shock, but she just grunted in irritation before turning to go to the bathroom.

"No, I think it's so funny you bring that up, you know, Elizabeth." You spoke aloud as you stood up to follow her. "Because when I said Aubrey Plaza was flirting with you, you told me it was just business. But suddenly, Emilia is something that bothers you!"

"God, this is so different from Aubrey!" she retorts in irritation, finally naked, before stepping into the shower. You were beginning to find it hard to remember why you were fighting now that you had the view of her wet silhouette in the shower stall, as she raised her voice to be heard beyond the sound of the water. "We were supposed to be flirting in the interviews, it was all for the movie. You were just falling all over Emilia for no reason. All those smiles and giggles." She declares angrily, making you bite back a smile. Lizzie naked, angry and jealous was hot as hell.

"I really can't believe we are having this conversation." You complain as you unbutton your pajama shirt. "The most absurd part of it all is you thinking I would have anything with anyone else."

"You say these things but don't live up to them with your actions." She retorts, annoyed. "I wouldn't think anything of it if you didn't flirt with other people!"

"I didn't flirt with anyone!" You return defensively, your blouse finally coming off. Lizzie's annoyed expression almost falters, but she keeps her gaze above your breasts as you take off your pants. "And honestly, none of this would be happening if everyone knew we were dating!"

Lizzie frowns, her anger finally dissipating with your sentence. You step into the shower stall with her, and she looks at you dubiously.

"You...you want to go public?" She asks, studying you as the water falls on her back. You swallow dryly, keeping yourself in front of her.

"Only if you want to."

Lizzie holds out her hand for you to take, and when you do, she pulls you gently until your breasts are almost touching.

"Do you think we're ready for that?" She whispers as your foreheads lean against each other. You sigh as you rest your hands on her waist.

"With you, I'm ready for anything, Lizzie."

She sighs against your lips, her hands moving up to your neck.

"I can't think about that with you naked in front of me." She mumbles before moving forward against his lips.

Kissing shouldn't feel this good.

You slide your tongue over hers a moment later, and you both sigh in need, feeling the effects of so much time apart. Your hands move down to her ass, squeezing the flesh and forcing her against you, and the direct contact of exposed skin makes Lizzie whimper.

You press her against the glass of the shower stall, feeling the shower water against your back as you hold your mouths together in a passionate, hungry kiss.

When air was needed, you ran your kisses down your girlfriend's exposed collarbone, enjoying the way she sighed in anticipation, her hand moving up to the back of your neck to encourage you.

"God, I missed you." You sighed before sucking on the sensitive spot on her collarbone, making Lizzie whimper as she dug her nails into your shoulder.

She pulled your face back to hers, kissing you urgently, and you pressed your body against hers, your hands moving down to her thighs and up so that she entwined her legs around your waist.

The contact of your exposed intimates together made you both gasp in the kiss, but you slid your tongue against hers again, savoring her taste as your hands moved up to her breasts, squeezing and cupping them with a full palm, your fingers playing with her hardened nipples and making Lizzie sigh wetly.

"What is it baby?" you teased when she was unable to keep up the pace of the kiss, throwing her head back as she felt your hands pressing her breasts hard, and Lizzie grunted as she bit her lips to keep from moaning, looking up at you with dark eyes, clearly struggling to keep her expression impassive. You smiled, pressing your hips forward and watching her close her eyes tightly, unable to contain a low moan that escaped her throat. "I want to hear you, baby."

"I'm still mad at you." She declares in an affected voice, and you murmur in understanding, lowering your face to her collarbone, and licking and kissing the skin, making her shiver.

"Is this angry sex, then?" You sneer as you move your hips forward again, the sensation bringing a rising wave of pleasure to both of you. "It doesn't seem like it."

Lizzie sighs impatiently, and puts her legs on the floor, pushing you away by your shoulder.

You are so stunned by the sudden break in contact that you barely have time to absorb her turning off the shower before she pulls you by the hand out of the stall.

You were about to ask what she was going to do, but she pushed you onto the bed, and disappeared into the closet.

"Lizzie?" You called out uncertainty, preparing your apology speech for what exactly you couldn't say. But she walked out next, and the sight made your mouth go dry. "Damn."

Elizabeth was wearing a strap-on, the rubber penis already fitted in the front and ready for use. And from the determined expression on her face, she was more than willing to prove to you that she was pissed.

"Fuck me." You breathed aroused by the view, and Lizzie gave a wry chuckle as she approached the bed.

"Oh, I will." It was her only warning before she broke the distance, kissing you fervently, her tongue exploring your mouth and pulling the air from your lungs, making you see stars.

You let out a low moan, moving your hands up to her waist to pull her to you, but Lizzie pushed your hands away, breaking the kiss and moving one hand up to your neck, squeezing lightly as she made you look at her.

"Knees, ass up." She commanded in a husky voice, her gaze glittering with lust, you bit your lips to keep from moaning again, feeling your pussy pulsate with desire as you obeyed, turning on the bed quickly as Lizzie positioned herself behind you. "I'll teach you not to flirt with other girls."

"I was n-fuck." Your speech turned into an horsy whimper as she suddenly penetrated you with the dildo, you were so wet that she had no problem at all, the toy slipping into your folds with ease, filling you completely. Lizzie chuckled breathlessly, her hands steadying your hips.

"God, you're so hot." She murmured, moving slowly inside you, the action making you clench your fists in the sheets and arch your back, your pussy clenching against the dildo.

"Fuck, Lizzie."

She thrust again, this time hard, her hands squeezing your hips as she went deep inside, making you moan loudly.

Before establishing a rhythm, she leaned against you, her hand coming up to your hair and pulling you back as she brought her mouth to your ear.

"You are mine." She whispered before she thrust hard inside you, making you moan. "Do you understand?"

"Not quite yet, try harder." You teased breathlessly, the pleasure at having the dildo all the way inside you making you half dizzy. Lizzie grunted angrily, this time stroking even harder, making you see stars as you whimpered, your body beginning to tremble.

"Quit being a brat or I'm going to fucking stop." She warned against your ear, thrusting more slowly this time, and you moaned breathlessly, barely able to keep your eyes open.

Lizzie set a slow pace, but thrusting hard as you moaned and whimpered, every time the dildo entered you making you even wetter and aroused, to the point that you were unable to hold back the loud moans, and she giggled.

"Look at you, a horny, begging mess." She sneered against your ear. "You are mine, and only mine."

She whispered, her strokes deep inside you. "I want you to remember that when you flirt with other girls. How good I make you feel."

You whimpered, your pussy clenching against the dildo for more, Lizzie keeping the strokes torturously slow. Seeing your state, she laughed softly, pulling out of you completely.

Before you had time to complain, she turned you over on the bed, spreading your legs as she bent down, thrusting deep inside you. Your moan died against her lips as she kissed you hard, laying against you as she buried the dildo inside you.

You could feel Lizzie everywhere. Her breasts against you, her lips on yours, and it was too much. She thrust hard again, deep and fast as you had your legs around her waist, and her tongue on yours, and you began to tremble in spasms, pleasure spreading throughout your body.

Lizzie smiled against your lips as you lost the ability to respond to the kiss, moaning and whimpering at the closeness of your climax. Her mouth moved down to your neck as she kept up the pace of the thrusts inside you, and your hands tightened around her waist, pulling on her hips for more friction.

It wasn't long before you fell over the edge, the tightness under your belly exploding, the pleasure spreading to the tips of your feet as you moaned against Lizzie's ear, crumbling under her.

As you tried to normalize your breathing after such an intense orgasm, she straightened to look at you, her eyes had adoration in them.

"You did so good." She praised against your lips. "Did you learn your lesson?"

"I did." You replied in a husky voice, taking a deep breath to control the effects of climax.

In one swift motion, you spun you two around on the bed, sighing as you felt the toy move inside you.

"Now you will learn to honor your appointments, Miss Olsen." You warned as your hands moved down to the latches of the strap, removing it as Lizzie bit her lips, looking at you with a mischievous gaze.

You shifted to remove the strap and toss the toy on the floor, returning to sit on Lizzie's lap, your mouth returning to hers immediately.

When she began to move beneath you, you smiled against her lips, pulling away as you rested your forehead against hers and let your fingers play with her wet entrance.

"Use your mouth." She asked breathlessly, her nails digging into your arm.

"My baby wants my mouth?" You teased, moving forward to lick her lips and pulling away with a short laugh when she moaned as she chased your mouth unsuccessfully. You circled her clitoris with your fingers, and Lizzie gasped. "The next time you want to get drunk, at least text me, my love." You warned as you penetrated her with two fingers at once, feeling her hot and slippery, while Lizzie moaned loudly against your mouth. "Do you understand?"

You removed your fingers, playing with her entrance until she nodded frantically, pushing her hips toward your hand. But you laughed lightly, pulling your hand away completely, and leaving her with a confused expression.

"I thought you wanted my mouth." You scoff, already ducking, as Lizzie looks at you expectantly.

"God, you always fuck me so good." Lizzie comments as you kiss her thighs, moving down. You smile against her skin, finally reaching her pussy.

You stare at her before moving forward, your tongue against her clitoris as she sighs with need.

"Don't torture me." She begs breathlessly, her wrists locked on the bed, you smile, lingeringly licking her, and she closes her eyes tightly.

"I won't, my love." You assure her before returning your mouth to her pussy, kissing her entrance before you begin to suck and lick, devouring her with desire.

She moans loudly, letting out affected sighs with each movement of your tongue inside her, and you hold her thighs to keep her open for you as you eat her out.

It doesn't take long for Lizzie to reach her edge, already near the limit from fucking you, but it's still delicious to have her crumbling against your mouth like a weeping mess, her orgasm on your tongue as she screams your name.

You climb your body back up onto her, and kiss her tenderly, unlike anything so far.

Lizzie is trying to control her breathing from the climax, but sighs in satisfaction as she tastes herself on your tongue.

As silence falls over you, you sigh lightly, your hands caressing her face.

"Are we okay, Lizzie?" You ask as you settle down to lie across from each other. She leans into the touch of your hands, as her hands come up to your waist.

"I don't know." She confesses. "But I want us to be."

You smile, using your finger to take a strand of hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear.

"Do you think going public will make us better?"

"I don't want to love you in secret anymore." She says and you feel your heart soar. "Do you understand?"

You smile. "Yes, babe. I feel the same way."

She gives a relieved smile, her gaze passionate. You break the distance, and kiss her gently.

When you break the kiss a moment later, you look quickly at your bodies. "I think we should have this conversation with clothes on." You comment and Lizzie giggles.

"Later. Now I show how much I missed you in my bed." She says before bringing your lips together again.

You certainly wouldn't object to that.

//-//-//

Atlanta, three years ago.

You hesitated at the entrance to the restaurant.

Through the window you could see Lizzie, and all your cast mates, as it was the closing celebration of the WandaVision filming.

You swallowed hard, the object in your pocket suddenly becoming too heavy.

You startled slightly when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"I guess we're both late, huh?" Kathryn Hahn, your cast mate, remarked gently, putting her car keys away in her pocket clearly having arrived right with you.

You gave her a lopsided smile and she noticed your hesitation, assuming a worried expression.

"Everything okay?" She asked.

You shifted your gaze to the window again, watching Lizzie giggle shyly, her gaze shining slightly. She looked around too, searching, and you knew it was for you.

"Yeah, I just...I was just having a moment of doubt." You say still looking at Lizzie. Kathryn followed your gaze, and smiled, but didn't comment on it.

You sighed, reaching into your pocket and pulling out the object.

"Wow, are you going to...?" Kathryn asked in surprise but you gave a humorless laugh.

"No, I couldn't." You say swallowing dryly, and looking away from the velvet box. "I don't know if I'm ready."

"And when either of us are?" Kat returned, making you smile.

"How did you know you were going to say yes to your husband?" You asked next. Kathryn sighed thoughtfully.

"I didn't." She replied. "There's no way to know until you get asked. But what I did know was that I loved him. And that's what really matters."

You absorbed her words in silence, and then put the box back in your pocket.

"I think she loves me." You say. "That will be enough until I find the right moment."

Kat murmurs in understanding, and then pushes her shoulder against yours lightly.

"Just don't wait too long." She warns with a smile, nodding her head signaling for the two of you to enter the restaurant and join the rest of the team.

When you enter, any thoughts of Lizzie denying your marriage proposal are driven out by the image of her contented smile when she sees you arrive.

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A/F/N> I'm not even gonna try to say this is the last time i'm continuing this work because at this point, I just know I don't believe my own words anymore haha. Tell me what you think people.

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books-and-catears · 3 years

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OKAY I STARTED WRITING THIS WAS HALF WAY THROUGH AND THEN I POSTED BY MSITAKE. AND THEN I THOUGHT OKAY FINE ILL DO IT IN TWO PARTS AND THEN DELETED THE FIRST PART BY MISTAKE TODAY HAS BEEN AN ABSOLUTE NIGHTMARE BECAUSE TODAY IS MY LAST DAY BEFORE HIATUS I HAVE EXAMS FROM TOMORROW AGAIN.

So this was someone's first time ask in the Obey Me community and I completely botched it. I'm so sorry for disappointing you I don't even remember your username.

I WILL WRITE THE WHOLE THING AGAIN MY BAD LUCK WONT GET THE BEST OF ME TODAY.

Basically the ask was

BROTHERS REACTING TO SEEING SINGER MC PERFORMING ON THE STREET (For extra Grimm)

Lucifer

"The brightness of the sun... will give me just enough...to bury my love.. in the moondust...

"I want to hear your voice but still I make the choice to bury my love...in the moondust..."

- James Young, Moondust

Lucifer was on his way home from Diavolo's castle after doing a ton of paper work. He was happy to pick you up from Majolish where you worked part time.

Only as he approached, he saw a huge crowd gathered there. Was there some event again? He was mildly annoyed. But that was before he heard a soothing voice.

It sounded vaguely familiar so he tried going closer. He saw you. Your eyes closed, fingers strumming the guitar effortlessly, singing words that resonated with himself. He stands there mesmerised.

After you're done the crowd cheers and drops Grimm in your guitar case. He scowls internally. You deserve to perform on stage. If you needed Grimm you could always come to him, couldn't you?

"MC that was marvellous to listen to."

He was blown away and got addicted to your voice. Remember those records he used to listen to? Yeah they're gathering dust now. He just calls you if he wants to hear music.

He loves it when you hum and sing softly while he does paperwork. It helps immensely with his stress. He's grateful to you.

Mammon

"I will never let you fall...I'll stand up with you forever... I'll be there for you through it all.. even if saving you sends me to heaven."

- Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Your Guardian Angel

Mammon was done with his shift at Hell's Kitchen. He got a lot of good tips today. So he decided to buy you a gift because you took his shift last time.

Why is Majolish so crowded?? Is there a sale!?? Oh he must go in fast if there's a sale- wait, isn't that MC's voice? He hears you singing and pushes past the crowd.

When he's at the front, he just sits there on the ground, in full attention. His human has never felt more unreal. He's just sitting there watching you sing with your eyes closed and heart open. He can't help but hum along.

Once your song is over, he is the loudest to cheer for you. Of course he gets shy when you notice him and smile. Then he sees people drop Grimm for you and he gets confused. You were doing this for Grimm? What?! Why didn't you ask him?!

"Oi MC, you sing amazing. Ya know that?"

Mammon's playlist is now your covers of his favourite songs. He also loves singing with you in karaoke, you're his partner and noone else's grrr!

This little absent minded demon has all the attention in the world when you're singing.

Leviathan

"Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty. You gave her your sweater.

It's just polyester and you like her better. I wish I were Heather."

- Conan Gray, Heather

Leviathan was in a hurry. There was a limited offer on Ruri Chan collectibles which could only bought at the Akuzon shop. He was so excited to get it he wanted to show you immediately.

On his way home, he passed by the huge crowd near Majolish. Were they selling limited anime merch here too??! Then he heard your voice. You are singing??!

Too afraid to push through the crowd, he stood on his tip toes and peered at you. It was you! Singing the words to one of his favourite songs.

He raised his phone above his head, he started recording you. He cheered for you so happily when it was all done. You have a new fan. When your get your cheers and Grimm - he is puzzled. You know your potential is so much more than that!!

"Woaaahh MC! You're sing so good! Can you sing anime openings too!?"

He records you singing his favourite anime openings and endings and they become his ringtones, alarm sounds etc. If you request hard enough he will give in and sing his heart out with you.

His favourite moments are when you hum or sing music together while playing games.

Satan

"I'm in a field of Dandelions...wishing on every one that you'll be mine...Mine...

"I see forever in your eyes...I feel okay when I see you smile... Smile..."

- Ruth B, Dandelions

Satan was returning from the Royal Library after borrowing the books you both were planning to read. He decided to visit you at work to suprise you.

While approaching Majolish he was baffled by the crowd. It wasn't the even the weekend - why was the crowd this big? But that was before he heard your familiar voice wafting through the air. He sneaked past the crowd and almost fell to his knees.

Hearing you a love song so close to his heart, he could feel himself falling deeper in love with you.

He whips out his phone and starts recording secretly. He wanted everyone else to disappear. He can't help but sing along with you softly.

When your song is done and the crowd cheers on, he claps the loudest giving you his best smile while you shyly smile back. When you receive the Grimm though, he looks slightly disappointed. You clearly belong in theatre not here. Don't worry about Grimm. Just ask him instead.

"MC I have no words to describe how truly beautiful that was."

He will request you to sing when you both are in the kitchen cooking together. He loves singing dialogue based musical duets with you.

Loves it when you softly sing or hum while reads or sleeps. Also he almost always secretly recording. What to do? Your voice calms him down so much.

Asmodeus

"Why won't you kiss me...it's really so easy...it's like you don't see me at all!

"Why won't you love me...I know that I'm worthy...but right now you make me feel small...all I want is you now..."

- Angela, All I Want

Asmo was already inside Majolish when he when he saw a very cute outfit which he thought would look amazing on you.

He was about to leave after cashing out when he noticed the huge crowd through the glass doors. My my, it's his day off. Can his fans not leave him alone?

But then he hears singing and sees someone sitting by the panels with a guitar. He recognises from the back and rushes outside to hear you. His very own MC singing how can he miss this?!

He literally starts a livestream on his Devilgram account displaying you. He knows this song. He has sung it with you so many times. So he goes ahead and joins you. You are delighted as the crowd grows thanks to him.

The amount of Grimm and cheers you get is way more than usual and you're grateful for it. Asmo clicks his tongue. All this just for some extra Grimm? No honey.

"MC that was fabulous we should do concerts together!! NO AN ENTIRE ALBUM!"

He will stop at nothing to showcase your talent to the world. And with his and Satan's connections combined, get ready to be a sensation over night.

You and Asmo are a duet group now with an ever increasing number of followers. But there are some songs that you sing to him in person which are for him only. And he'd let noone else hear that.

Beelzebub

"I'll never let a love a get so close...

"But you put your arms around me and I'm home..."

- Christina Perri, Arms

Beelzebub had just gotten your favourite flavours of tarts and never melting ice creams from Madam Screams so you could eat after your shift ends. So he headed towards Majolish his arms filled with goodies.

When he saw the crowd he was taken aback. He was immediately worried. That many people meant you probably had to work super hard. He pushed through the crowd to get to you.

But then he saw you sitting outside and singing with your guitar. The crowd was here for you. He smiles and sits down on the ground listening in glee.

You looked so happy and peaceful he wanted to hold you just like your song said. But he didn't want to disturb, he just sat there listening.

After the song was over he cheers along with the crowd resisting the urge to hug you right there and then. Then he sees people giving you Grimm and he's worried again. Do you need extra Grimm for food?! Are you not eating enough?! He is always happy to share food with you MC!

"MC can you sing for me more at home? I really liked that."

Sometimes when his hunger pangs get too much, you softly singing to him makes the pain a lot lesser.

And other than that you doing your breathy singing thing during workouts makes him so happy. He wants to listen always.

Belphegor

"When you sleep...will it be with me? When you sleep ....will it be with me?"

- Mary Lambert, When you sleep

Now you know this sleepy boy doesn't like going out at all. But there was news of a small star shower later on he simply had to go fetch you. Work be damned.

Why is there a crowd now? How annoying. He just wants to get to you and there's so many people in the way. But well he didn't come all this way for nothing. Sneaking past the crowd he saw you.

Your voice was so soothing he had to fight his sleep. He wanted to curl up in your lap right there and sleep while you sang. It literally felt like you were singing just for him.

After the song was over, he smiles and whines for you to come home quick. You wait till you collect your Grimm and he stands there confused. Does Lucifer not give you allowance? Does the job not pay you enough? He'll help you get it.

"MC sing me to sleep every night, okay?"

He curls up to you every time you sing and falls asleep in minutes. And the times you can't be there, he asks you to record and send songs for him.

Your voice makes him feel so at peace that he can even sleep in the middle of his brother's chaos now.

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foodieforthoughts · 3 years

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Make it work

Summary: You knew the moment you saw the package at your door that Chris had some plans in store for you.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: 18+, RPF, naughty talks, use of toys, flirty Chris, smutty talks, implied smut

A/N: Picture drabble time! It's kind of a followup/part of Morning Ritual. I can't get enough of this man and his ASP chats are not helping.

*First gif from the link

**Other gifs from the link

Title: Make it work

As soon as his face appeared on your screen, you knew he was in a different kind of mood today. Donning his printed shirt and the white undershirt which did little to conceal his chest tattoos, Chris was all smiles and had greeted you with an excited "Hey!" with the conversation quickly turning into the most fun and energetic one you have had ever since being separated due to the pandemic.

Like everyday for the past weeks, you were on your customary video call with Chris. Only that it was a Sunday and instead of an early morning call, it was in the afternoon. You would have generally slept in through the morning, but the package delivery earlier that day had kept you awake ever since.

It was from Chris and when you had texted him to ask about it, he had written back in all caps, "Do not open it."

Your conversation was flowing smoothly when you asked him about Dodger and while he started recalling an incident that happened over the week with the pup chasing behind a squirrel in the park, you eyed the brown package sitting on your table. You waited for Chris to finish his story before you said, "You know I love Dodger and I love listening about him." You slid the box in front of you and pointed towards it, "But I have to interrupt. I am dying to know what is inside this box."

"What do you think it is?" He asked, grabbing his beer to take a sip.

You tried not to squirm when he chugged his beer while maintaining eye contact with you. You were in that phase of your cycle where your man could melt your panties even with a side glance. For a long second you couldn't look anywhere but his lips, wishing desperately that they were on yours right now.

Shaking your head and clenching your thighs shut, you looked back to the box and began tearing it open.

"At least give me a hint of what I should expect." You mumbled while trying to take the tape off the sides. You looked up at your teasing boyfriend who seemed to be enjoying your dilemma of not knowing what you had in store.

"All I can say is..." He stopped when you let out a loud gasp.

Your mouth fell open looking at the package in front of you. Inside the outer cardboard box there was black box with a pink vibrator printed on it. It was the kind that could be controlled by an app and a remote. Seeing that the plastic covering was torn, you were sure that Chris had already configured the settings with his phone.

"Chris," You began, feeling your cheeks heat up by every passing second.

"Before you feel cornered," he raised his hand to stop you from saying anything. "We don't have to try that. Anything that makes you uncomfortable is off the list."

You looked up at the screen and Chris waited patiently for your reaction. He had a smile on his face, watching you intently as you took the box out and turned it around in your hand.

You felt your face flush with warmth and your heart flutter at his words. You smiled at him, unboxing the device and taking out the curved toy in your hand. Reading over the instructions, it was supposed to be a g-spot stimulator; reading that was enough to make you wet between your thighs.

"How did you come up with this brilliant idea?" You asked, placing the box and the silicone toy on the table.

Chris laughed while running his hand over the side of his head, a nervous tick that he did when left flustered. "I was only looking over at a website for myself and then Scott walked in the room-"

"Wait-what?!" Hearing that his brother might know what kind of sexual shenanigans Chris was upto, you felt a renewed wave of blush travel up to your cheeks. Your ears heated up at the possible scenarios of them discussing which device will provide you 'maximum pleasure'.

"You know Scott is not bothered by such things right?" He asked, shrugging his shoulder. "Infact, that one was selected by him."

"Chris!" You covered your mouth with your hand, groaning but also laughing.

"He also wants feedback of how it felt, so he can recommend it to his friends." Chris clearly was having too much fun with your embarrassment as he laughed while he spoke.

"I'm not going to do that!" You protested even though you were enjoying this yourself. Very rarely Chris was in a jovial mood these days, hating the distance between you two and being holed up in his house. He also had a lot of projects lined up for which he was constantly stressed and to add up to his thoughts, he was worried about his family and your safety.

So you went with the flow of the conversation, watching him laugh and explain to you how the device works. He showed the screen of his phone which had the app open and to demonstrate he turned the vibration on. The pink toy began vibrating on the table, rattling along the surface as Chris alternated between low and high vibrations.

"Oh god." You giggled and reached towards it to make it stop. But Chris immediately turned up the strength of the vibrations and it bounced on the surface, making you shriek in response.

Chris laughed loudly. He had his pearly whites on display, squinting as he laughed with the prominent laugh lines on the edges of his eyes. He looked adorable to you and the sound of his deep laugh made your heart strings strum with it.

"You are being so naughty today!" You chuckled when your regained your composure, and quickly turned the device off.

"Yes, yes, I am." He took a deep breath to calm himself.

"I miss you so much." He titled his head to the side, a wistful look on his face. "When will I get to hold you again?"

The change in the tone of his voice ached your heart. You sighed, running your hands through your hair and finding yourself at the loss of words.

"Soon. We are still making it work though." You tried to be optimistic. You worried that one day the distance would be too much and Chris will move on to someone present physically near him. You had stayed awake many times in the night, laying in bed alone, wishing that you had never left the country for work.

"Do you worry about us?" Chris had his cheek rested on his knuckles, his eyes fixed on you through the screen.

You pushed your chair closer to the table, resting your elbows on the wooden surface. Chris imitated your movements, clasping his hands together in front of him. You instantly noticed the watch you had gifted him, the unmistakable golden body of the watch shining in the sunlight through the window. Smiling softly at your man and hating the solemn look on his face, you reassured him.

"I do worry about us, but I know we'll be okay. It's not going to affect how I feel about you, how much I love you and how much I want to be with you."

Chris sighed, finally his lips breaking out into a smile. "I love you too. I want nothing but to be with you."

You nodded at him, trying to blink the tears away. You did not want to waste a day crying over a situation that was out of your control. So you came up with a plan.

"Babe, are you alone?" You asked, picking up the bright pink toy in your hand.

Chris's eyes twinkled when he looked at your hand and how you twirled the device between your fingers. He slowly nodded, raising his eyebrow as you stood up.

"Be right back." You excused yourself and made your way to the bathroom. Washing the silicone toy before use, you striped yourself off of all your clothes and stood in your naked glory. You switched on the device and carefully inserted the toy between your silken petals, marveled at how easily it slipped inside you since you were already drenched. You blushed that Chris could have this effect on you even from many miles away.

On your way back to the computer, you took a glass of water as your throat went dry anticipating the things that would occur.

"Chri-" You wanted to sound sultry but with a jolt of vibration that hit your sweet spot with ferocity, you yelped out. Your hands jerked forward and the water spilled on the carpet and you looked wide-eyed at your boyfriend laughing on the screen.

"Oh shit!" He had his eyebrows raised in surprise as you stood with the empty glass in your hand. "I didn't know you would get water too. Sorry, sorry." He clasped his hand over his mouth, waiting for your reaction.

He might have expected you to get mad at him. But you weren't even the least bit angry. If anything, that single shock of delicious stimulation had your entire body ready for some loving. So instead, you placed the glass on the table and sat down on your chair. Bringing your arms to rest underneath your breasts, watching as Chris's eyes travelled to your hardened nubs, you smirked to yourself.

"You have to make it up to me now." You twirled a stray strand of hair around your finger and noted how Chris's stare turned into a lustful gaze. "Come on now. Strip."

"Yes ma'am." He said before peeling his shirt off his body.

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