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Ch. 12: The Return of the Marchioness

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Fandom: Doctor Who // Pairing: 11th Doctor x OFC

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Rory Williams could think of a thousand ways his stag night could've gone better but he was more focused on the first one because it involved his fiancee trying to seduce another man on the eve of their wedding! He would even overlook the fact the Doctor told him the terrible news after jumping out of his stag cake...in front of everyone else. He just couldn't believe his ears…

Well, that wasn't entirely true.

He could semi-believe that. He wasn't blind. Ever since Amy told him the story of how the Raggedy Doctor landed in her backyard he could see how enchanted Amy had been. She talked about both the Doctor and the Mother of Butterflies, but there was always a much more deep focus on the Doctor. He just always assumed that because the Doctor and Renata had returned, delivered an adventure, and left again that Amy would hopefully...let them go? He had been so wrong. Amy had just gone off with the Doctor and Renata at the first call and she hadn't even left him a text or given him a call just to let him know. It hurt on a whole other level.

Now there he was, inside the TARDIS - the box that Amy also spent years talking about - with Amy, who hadn't even given him a proper explanation. He just stood there, awkwardly looking around yet totally amazed because, well, it was the TARDIS.

Somebody cleared their throat but instead of seeing the Doctor again - because he'd dumped Rory and Amy into the console room then disappeared - Rory spotted a young woman coming down the staircase. Rory didn't remember her being around the two aliens in Leadworth. She looked around their age, presumably human. She had light skin, dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders and matching dark eyes.

"Hi, I'm Gabby," the girl came straight to Rory with a kind smile. She held a hand out for him to take.

"Uh...Rory…?" He glanced at Amy with a questioning look. Had she just ignored mentioning the girl to him?

"I traveled with Renata and the Doctor before they met Amy," Gabby explained for his sake. "I just...wasn't really there when they crashed into her backyard. Now I'm wishing I was so I could've set the record straight." She sent a deep glare to the woman in question. She couldn't believe what Amy had tried to do! All this time she'd been focused on keeping River Song away from the Doctor when she should've been focused on the girl already living inside the TARDIS.

"Well, um...nice to meet you," Rory said to be polite.

"I wish it was under better circumstances," Gabby shot another glare at Amy. "And I'm so sorry for what happened. I really don't know what would possess Amy to do something like that, especially when the Doctor was already with Renata."

"I didn't know that—" Amy tried to remind Gabby but was off sharply.

"That's not the point!" Gabby wouldn't yell only because poor Rory was standing right there. He had to be just as crushed as she knew Renata would be. The Doctor was trying to explain the whole thing to her right now. "God Amy, you have no idea what you did. Do you know how long it took me and Don…" She swallowed hard and momentarily looked away. She'd been about to say Donna. Donna would've had an entire cow with what happened. She sure would know how to fix things too. "It took a lot for me and a very good friend to help Renata and the Doctor finally get together, and it actually happened after we lost that friend...and now you've ruined them."

Amy swallowed hard now that she was feeling the guilt. She kept claiming that she didn't know the Doctor and Renata were together but...maybe that wasn't entirely all true. She did notice there were these extra lingering looks between them, the special smiles, maybe a bit of a flirt here and there...

Maybe she hadn't wanted to see it. It made it easier to go ahead with her plan.

"Rory," Gabby put her hands together and smiled at the man, "If you're willing, the Doctor did mention he would like to take you and Amy somewhere nice. But of course it's all up to you."

Rory thanked her with a small smile. It was his choice if he wanted to allow Amy to explain herself and it was his choice if he wanted to try and fix their relationship. "Where exactly is the Doctor? And Renata?"

"Ah, well," Gabby sighed but found another chance to glare at Amy, "If I know them, and I do, right now the Doctor is explaining what happened to Renata and she is going to be passive-aggressive about it but still be deeply affected by it to the point of putting their relationship status up in the air. Thanks Amy."

Amy swore she saw purple flash across Gabby's eyes. That scared her.

~ 0 ~

The Doctor really hated this moment, like he despised it with all his hearts. No matter how he re-arranged his words, it didn't make his story sound any better and that couldn't be. It simply couldn't.

There were tears in Renata's eyes and they kept building up the further the Doctor got through the story. Even if she tried to hold them back, and she really did, they kept coming. She didn't want to picture it but it kept coming to her. It was on a loop, really. "You kissed…"

"She kissed me," the Doctor quickly reminded Renata. It was the main point of his story but he suspected that it wouldn't really matter in her eyes.

Already Renata had changed out of her beautiful red dress she'd put on for their date. She went back to a pair of jeans and green-blue checkered shirt. Gabby had helped her get changed and even tried to do one of those hair buns Renata seemed to love so much. Renata had then pulled it all off, yanking some strands in the process, then proceeded to pin it all up in a messy hair bun, leaving several pieces dangling on the sides.

"It was just too good to be true," Renata was now walking down the corridors towards the console room. She learned that the Doctor had brought along Rory Williams to try and help the humans fix their relationship. She liked the idea and for now, that would be her focus. Of course she didn't exactly want to be around Amy at the moment, but Rory had no fault in it. He still deserved a chance to talk to her.

"No, no, don't do that!" the Doctor grabbed her by the arm and turned her around. The moment she could, she pried his hand off her. "You're mad at me and frankly, it's a little offensive! It's as if you think I wanted to kiss Amy!"

"So I'm not allowed to be upset?" she snapped.

"Well, it's not—"

"I should've known better! Us...it's not..." she swallowed down a lump in her throat. She wanted to cry so bad but what would be the point? Somewhere, she was sure River Song was laughing so hard right now.

"What?" the Doctor tried understanding but she'd cut off all telepathic connection between them the moment he told her what happened. "Ren…?" He tried touching her but she flinched away from him. He sighed and drew his hand back. "Renata, we were going to go on a date, you and I...why would you ever think that I would actually want to kiss Amy?"

"I don't doubt you," Renata said slowly, wanting to put all of her jumbled thoughts into at least one coherent sentence for him. She wanted to do so many things: scream, cry, lament, maybe cry again. "I just think that this might be a sign from the universe that we, us...it just doesn't work."

The Doctor froze at that. He looked at her, waiting for her to take such an awful statement back, but the only thing that happened was Renata shifting and looking away with fresh tears in her eyes. "Renata, why would you ever think that?"

"How did we start in the beginning?" she asked in a quiet whisper. It was all the Doctor needed to understand (the first reason anyways).

How they started their relationship the very first time on Gallifrey would always be bittersweet, one would say immoral…

"You cheated on your betrothed with me and I did the same to Elek," Renata took in a shaky breath as she finally gathered courage to look at him again. "Maybe this is our punishment. Doesn't it just fit?"

"Ren, don't do that," the Doctor's voice was as quiet as hers but it was begging for her to listen to him. He couldn't let this amazing thing between them just die because some human decided to get creative. "Please. I know that it's hard getting over this...unfortunate event, but I love you and you still love me."

"But what if it's just destined for heartbreak?" Renata stifled a sob. "I don't...I can't handle it a second time. Not again."

"Renata—"

She turned away from him and cleared off her tears. "We need to see if we can still salvage Amy's and Rory's relationship." Theirs was pretty much over…

...but the Doctor disagreed.

~ 0 ~

By the time Renata made it to the console, she was wearing her smile again. Gabby inwardly groaned. She was back to the 'hiding her emotions' thing again. Gabby confirmed it when she saw the look on the Doctor's face as he came into the room. Things hadn't gone well.

"Rory, hi," the Time Lady went straight to the young man. She offered him a hand to shake, much like Gabby had, but Rory could see that her smile was sad. He knew that one. He had it on too.

"Hello," he awkwardly said.

"So, I was thinking humans are always so fond of this little city in, um Europe," Renata started backtracking towards the console. "If you would like, uh...to visit for this date."

"You're actually taking us on a date?" Amy had to ask, still staring at Renata like she was waiting for the woman to burst into screams.

"Mhm," Renata barely looked at her once and it wasn't even out of anger. She just couldn't look at Amy. She had focused more on the controls instead.

The Doctor came up beside her, putting a hand over hers as she touched the lever. She craned her head away from him. "I was telling Renata that we should give you the choice to go out," he spoke to the couple while gripping Renata's hand. He wanted her to pay extra attention to his next words. "Because I get what happened. I really do. The life out there, it dazzles. I mean, it blinds you to the things that are important. I've seen it devour relationships and plans and I will not let that happen to you two…" He then leaned his head closer to Renata, even when she tried to move away, and whispered, "...nor us."

Gabby cleared her throat and raised her hand. "Um, can I make a suggestion?"

"Please," the Doctor almost begged. As of right now, Gabby Gonzalez was his absolute favorite and only ally in the world.

"Well, Ren was right. There is a city that's known to be romantic…"

~ 0 ~

The TARDIS materialized in the city of Venice, much to Amy's shock when they emerged from the box. Well, she and the Doctor came out first and then Gabby...Rory lingered inside with some serious reservations about the outside.

Renata ultimately came by him and chuckled, it was a genuine one too. "Don't worry, I've done the environmental checks. Nothing dangerous out here." She motioned Rory to go on out and he did...but slowly.

They were in a busy marketplace but it was Venice. They could see the water gently rolling behind them.

The Doctor flapped his arms open for the group. "Venice! Venezia! La Serenissima! Impossible city. Preposterous city!" He announced as if the group even needed it to be impressed. All three humans were so amazed by the sights. "Founded by refugees running from Attila the Hun. It was just a collection of little wooden huts in the marsh, but became one of the most powerful cities in the world. Constantly being invaded, constantly flooding... constantly... Just beautiful! Oh, you gotta love Venice. And so many people did. Byron, Napoleon, Casanova. Oooh, that reminds me…" He quickly checked his watch. "1580. That's all right. Casanova doesn't get born for 145 years. Don't want to run into him. I owe him a chicken."

"You owe Casanova a chicken?" Rory scrunched his face. That's not what he wanted to ask. The funniest things always came out of his mouth when he was stupefied.

"Long story. We had a bet," the Doctor said dismissively as he turned to face them. "Now think this as a wedding present, because, frankly, it's either this or tokens."

"Um, not tokens. There's no more tokens," Gabby suddenly said with a far too innocent look on her face for Renata to ignore. She stared at the girl like a hawk until she gave the explanation. "Donna and I sort of...used them. But the good news is, you're now in the lottery for some free tickets to an amusement park on the moon!"

The Doctor made a face but...that did sound kind of cool. He might check up on that later...with Renata...actually, he'd gladly give those tickets up if it meant Renata would look at him for a full minute right now.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Papers, if you please," an older man dressed finely came up to the group with a hand out for said papers. "Proof of residency, current bill of medical inspection."

The Doctor rolled his eyes. How inconvenient and imprudent. He was on a strict plan here! Still, he pulled out his psychic paper for the man to have a go. "There you go, fella. All to your satisfaction, I think you'll find."

It did the trick because suddenly the official was bowing at them. "I am so sorry, Your Holiness. I didn't realise."

"No worries. You were just doing your job. Sorry, what exactly is your job?"

"Checking for aliens, visitors from foreign lands what might bring the plague with them."

"Oh, that's nice See where you bring me?" Amy whacked the doctor's arm. "The plague! The plague!"

"Don't worry, Viscountess," the official said, giving a peek at what her cover up for the trip was. She approved. "No, we're under quarantine here, no-one comes in, no-one goes out, and all because of the grace and wisdom of our patron, Signora Rosanna Calvierri." He pointed to the crest on the box he was carrying.

"Sorry, that plague died out years ago," Renata said thoughtfully.

"Not out there, your honorable Marchioness."

Hearing her old period disguise brought an automatic blush to Renata's face. The Marchioness of Gallifrey, after all, had been the tip of the iceberg for her and the Doctor in their pre-relationship days. That was the moment they let themselves accept the fact that they were still so in love with each other. Not to mention it had also been a pretty fun adventurous night between them, sneaking into private rooms and going through King Henry's collections.

Renata looked at the Doctor to see her already doing the same, waiting for her to make that connection. It was still the same story between them no matter who tried getting in the way. He loved her as much as he did that night and their moments on Gallifrey.

"Signora Calvierri has seen it with her own eyes," the official went on to say. "Streets are piled high with bodies, she said."

"Did anyone ever think to check?" Gabby muttered. It couldn't be that hard to take a peek, would it?

Rory reached over to see the psychic paper. How was Amy a Viscountess and Renata a Marchioness? He grabbed it, not that the Doctor even seemed to realize as he walked over to Renata. "According to this, I am your eunuch!"

Renata scowled at the Doctor. "That was really rude!"

"I didn't do it!" the Doctor raised his hands. Stupid psychic paper was about to get him into further trouble. "It does what it wants sometimes."

"Oh, so now you think I'm stupid?" Renata rolled her eyes at him and moved away.

Gabby took the psychic paper from Rory to check for her disguise. She had a laugh when she saw she was Lady Gabby again. "Memories!" She looked up, gently letting the psychic paper hit her other hand. "Right Renata? I'm sorry, Marchioness."

The Doctor smiled. Gabby was getting it.

Renata could only afford a light smile but it was mostly directed towards Rory and Amy. "Well you two can go ahead and explore. Try not to get into trouble." She didn't necessarily wait for them to agree or disagree. She shooed them off and watched them go with a sigh.

"Doctor, you and Ren should go too," Gabby suggested and instead of answering, Renata turned back for the TARDIS. "No!" Gabby bolted towards the box, reaching it first, and barred the doors.

"Gabriella!" Renata frowned. "Get out of the way!"

"No! I'm not letting you go in there so you can wallow in self pity!"

"Gab—"

"You need to go take a walk and talk! Go!"

Renata could not believe Gabby was doing this and much more that the Doctor was just letting it happen. She looked back at him and saw his bemused smile. With a roll of her eyes, she backtracked. "I can't believe this!" She turned to leave with another huff and stormed away.

"Thanks Gabbs," the Doctor nodded at the girl, truly grateful for her help.

"Go get her," Gabby shooed him off. He didn't need to be told twice and raced after Renata. Once it was all clear, she pulled herself off the TARDIS and looked around. She was in Venice! Such a beautiful city!

"...I gotta get myself a boyfriend,"she concluded after realizing she was going to be exploring on her own. She remembered she still held onto the psychic paper and lifted it with a slow grin spreading across her face. She could have fun with it…

~0~

Renata made her way around a few stalls without particularly looking at what they were selling. Her mind was elsewhere at the moment and she doubted she would be able to focus on anything anytime soon.

The Doctor was right behind her, not letting her get away from him. He made it very clear to her that he wouldn't leave her alone until she agreed to talk. He was swallowing his own pride to make this possible. He knew that it was his fault and yet the way Renata acted made it seem like it was. It was frankly offensive but he wouldn't get into that right now. If he kept pushing on that, he would drive her away even more.

"Renée, you have to stop at some point," he said in a near sing-song manner. She had just stopped to try and focus on a few trinkets when he had said that so she dropped it and kept moving. With a roll of his eyes, the Doctor followed. "Nice one. So what's the plan, then? You're just going to ignore me for the rest of Time?"

Renata knew that would be impossible, but she wouldn't admit to that.

"Renata? What do you want to do? What do you need me to do? Whatever it is, I'll make it happen."

"I don't know," Renata muttered. She left the stalls to head into a less crowded passageway. It was more residents than sellers.

"Well that's helpful!"

Renata shook her head and came to a slow stop. She looked back at him with a grim face. "It's not easy, alright? There are so many things coming to fruit here and I'm...I'm scared."

How could she not be? River had made it seem like she really knew the Doctor. Amy had even assumed that she was his wife in the future. And now she even had Amy trying to wiggle her way into their relationship. What if this is how they start to drift apart? It paves the way for River to make her move and ultimately win. Thinking about the process, that she would have to see it happen…

Renata shut her eyes and turned her head away. She couldn't take that. It already hurt too much to think about it.

"Renée, tell me what you're thinking please," the Doctor took the few steps necessary to cut Renata off. He brought her gaze back to him with a finger under her chin. "Because whatever it is, I'm gonna correct it. I let you go once and I'm never letting it happen again."

"You can't do anything about it," Renata said quietly. "You can't do anything about the future."

"Future? What's that got to do with this?"

"Everything," she stepped away from him. "Amy trying to…" she crinkled her nose, she couldn't even bring herself to say it out loud, "What she did might be the start of us...ending things."

The Doctor frowned at the insinuation. "No! Absolutely not! Why would I ever want to be away from you?"

"Because you realize who I am...the type of person I am. A...fraud."

"What? Why would...Renata, I love you, but what kind of nonsense are you talking about?" Renata made a noise and turned to leave. The Doctor acted fast and rushed after her. "N-n-n-n-no! We were talking!"

"Doctor, what's the point?" Renata sighed, so close to tears again. She kept walking fast again. "Time is already acting and before you know it, we'll be right back where we started: heartbroken and alone."

She was talking nonsense. That's what she was doing. She was too hurt and scared so she was making things up to keep them apart before something else happened. But nothing would happen. The Doctor would make sure of that. He wanted to love her and make her happy…

He couldn't let her go.

"That's not happening!" The Doctor grabbed her arm and walked her up against a stone wall. Renata warily looked up at him, her hands on his arm trying to push him away. "You're acting just like your first incarnation, you know. You're scared of it because this is something new that's never happened to you. There's no plans for this! You're out of your comfort zone." He gently rubbed a few tears off her cheeks and wished he could take the ones in her eyes away too. She was looking at him so...desolate and heartbroken.

Funny, one of the things she claimed she wanted to avoid was already here.

"I always pull you into a no-plan zone, huh?" The Doctor smiled with guilt tracing his features. "I do more harm than good."

"It's not your fault," Renata stopped fighting him off and left her hands on his arms. "I know you didn't want anything with Amy but it could all be a warning, a glimpse into the future where you and I just don't end up together. There might be someone else waiting for you."

The Doctor couldn't think of where Renata picked up such a ridiculous idea. It was recent. She certainly hadn't mentioned this before, nor gave any indication that it was something she worried about. It was brand new. "Renata, the only one I want to be with is you. I can't believe I have to say that again but...if you need to hear it then so be it."

"But that's the thing, you can talk all you want but the future can say something else."

"No," the Doctor shook his head.

"You can't say 'no' to the future—"

"Do you know who I am? I'm saying no! And you know what else I say to the future?"

"What?"

"Here we—" he pressed his forehead against hers, letting their lips brush over each others, "—come. It's ours for the taking. Do you want to take it?"

Renata had trouble thinking of the answer when he was one movement away from a proper kiss. The Doctor smirked watching her follow his movements. She was answering without even saying it. She didn't need to.

"Oh my Renée, what shall we do now?"

She was aware he was tilting his head towards her, making it so that their lips would brush over each other's for a longer moment. "Don't…" she weakly protested but it barely sounded like one.

"Don't what?" the Doctor innocently asked and pressed his lips to the corner of Renata's mouth.

"There are people around!"

"So?"

Renata's words failed her as he continued to move his lips over hers. He wasn't kissing her but he was making her want him to. She felt her legs close to giving out, the feeling intensifying when he put a hand over her hip and gave it a light squeeze. She had to bite down her gasp but it wasn't done very well.

"We can't do this here," her voice had a pleasurable strain in it.

The Doctor loved it; he loved teasing her. "Ah, so you want to do something…" He was happy to point out to her. She would've frowned at him if she had all her senses together. "I'm happy to relocate if that's the issue." He pressed his lips over hers very gently, teasing her by keeping them still. "This is what I want to do and only with you." Renata only hummed as each of his words made his lips rub against hers. She couldn't take it, she really couldn't. So when the Doctor finally stopped teasing her and kissed her, she held onto him tightly before anyone else came to take him away.

They kissed each other for a few minutes like they weren't even arguing, like they weren't on thin ice, and like they weren't outside. Of course Renata was the one to remember where they were after a particular moan slipped out from her.

"We are…outside!" she had a much better grasp of her voice but it still could've been slightly louder...and firmer.

"Ah, we could go back to the TARDIS…?" the Doctor had definitely found his confidence in that moment.

Renata lightly shook her head, her entire face flushed. She needed to get rid of the fire underneath her skin. "Doctor, don't. This...this doesn't solve everything—"

"No, but it proves you still love me."

"I never said I stopped."

The pair shared a look in silence. Renata bit her lower lip (that was half swollen) and lowered her gaze to the ground.

"I never said I stopped loving you, of course I still love you," she whispered. "It's why I'm so afraid."

"But afraid of what?" the Doctor was tired of asking the same thing and never getting a proper answer.

Before Renata would answer, they heard a commotion from a distance. Without even thinking of it, she rushed to go see what it was, leaving the Doctor to follow. They almost returned to where they had first arrived and saw two lines of young women coming down the path with an older woman at the front. Each of the women wore veils over their head, no chance of seeing their faces, and yet they had everyone in the street frozen and staring.

One dark-skinned man didn't seem as awed by the others. He came shouting for someone named 'Isabella', going as far as lifting each girl's veil.

"Well," Renata said, finding it rude but the man seemed desperate to find 'Isabella'.

"What are you doing? Get away from there!" the older woman yelled at him in vain.

"Isabella!" He found the girl he was searching for but instead of looking happy, she backed away. "It's me!"

Another of the girls came forwards, hissing at him that he fell to the ground.

"Girls, come along!" the woman ordered and continued on their way like nothing happened.

The only man in the group, a young man, pressed his boot over the first man's chest. "She's gone," he said then called for their guards to take him away.

Renata frowned at the sight but blinked when the young man left with a flare of his cloak...like one of those movies Gabby often made her watch.

"You've got that face on," the Doctor suddenly hummed, making her snap her head in his direction.

"What?"

"You've got that face on!"

"What face?"

"The face you make when you're interested, and offended on behalf of someone. It's funny, it's a new face but it's still the same as the last one."

Renata frowned and turned away. "I do not make that face!" And yet she was still walking for the man that'd been taken away.

The Doctor smirked as he followed. Funny how his Renata was beginning to change and she didn't even realize.

They eventually found the same man not too far from where they'd saw him. He still looked as upset as earlier which only made Renata even more curious. She recognized that anger and frustration.

"Scuse me?" she called, making the man stop for the moment. He turned sideways and saw her and the Doctor standing a few feet from him. "Who, um, who were those girls back there? The ones with the veils?"

The man stared at the two with a puzzled face. They seemed...serious. That was confusing enough. "I thought everyone knew about the Calvierri school."

"Our first day here," the Doctor said, which was technically true. "Parents do all sorts of things to get their children into good schools. They move house, they change religion."

"So that leaves us kind of interested in why you're trying to get your daughter out," Renata watched the man's face fall grim and yet...fearful. He was afraid of something.

"Something happens in there. Something magical, something evil. My own daughter didn't recognize me. And the girl who pushed me away, her face... like an animal."

"Is that why you fell to the ground?"

He nodded. Even now he was still terrified. But who wouldn't be when they faced off a girl with fangs?

"You know what, I think it's time we met this Signora Calvierri," the Doctor concluded and looked down at Renata for her reaction.

She nodded.

~ 0 ~

"And what have you been doing?" Rory asked the question rather piercingly that Amy actually winced. Yeah, she deserved that.

She still kept walking down the passageway, barely looking at him for the moment. "Well...running. And fighting. I've been scared. More scared than I thought was.." She truly hadn't realized how scary things could get in the TARDIS and even now, when things were over, she could still feel the echo of the terror she'd felt.

"Well...did you miss me?" Rory studied her nonchalant attitude, at least she was trying to be. He could see her fidgeting with her crossing and uncrossing her arms.

"I...I knew I'd be coming back.."

"But that's not what I asked," he frowned. How hard was it for her to answer the question? If she missed him, she wouldn't have to think about it. Amy was so difficult sometimes and it pained him because they were supposed to get married...tomorrow...and it still looked like a challenge for her to answer questions like this. "The Doctor was right. It blots out everything else. You've always been half blind when it came to him and now that you've been travelling with him...it's a lot worse."

Amy finally looked at him and it was to show offence at his last statement. She wasn't blind...was she? She was aware that she focused a lot on the Doctor, the TARDIS and even Renata. But that was normal. They had come to her as a child with the promise that they would return in 5 minutes...and they didn't. It left her upset, naturally. She resented them on some level but it faded away when she realized that at some point in her life, they WOULD would return. She would get to see stars and space. How could she not be at least a little bit blinded by it?

"Rory," she stopped them from walking altogether, "This is our date. Let's not do this, not now." She didn't want to argue with him. There was already so much going on and she honestly didn't even know what she would tell Rory. She was...confused. "We're in Venice," she continued. That should be a good distraction.

Rory looked up just as he heard a fluttering of wings in the sky. Amy did make a point there. They were in Venice and not just that but...in the past. "We are, aren't we?" Amy nodded. "And it's 1580!"

"I know!" Amy linked her arm with his and quickly took off before he started asking more questions. She just needed a bit more time to sort things out. That was it, yes.

~ 0 ~

Gabby swayed down another passageway with the psychic paper in hand. Already she'd gotten several samples in different stalls because she was 'Lady Gabby'. She spotted a young flower seller and thought that maybe one of them might be nice to stick in her hair. That's what the girls always did on T.V.

Oh, how she wished Donna could be right there with her. She would've probably come up with more exciting things to do with the psychic paper. But it was just her now. Amy was on thin ice, bordering the line of being considered dead.

Gabby ultimately stopped the girl selling the flowers and asked for just one. Lady Gabby could surely get that and it wouldn't hurt the girl's profits. She tucked the posey behind her ear and kept moving. Only a few minutes away did she hear a scream belonging to the flower girl she'd just left.

She spun around and headed back, screaming herself when she saw a young man with blood on his fangs. He had actually hissed!

"What's going on!?" Amy came running up to Gabby and gasped when she saw the same thing.

The young man covered his face with his long cape and rushed off. Rory arrived to see the girl on the ground and immediately went to check up on her. He didn't quite understand what he was seeing - blood on her neck - but he felt a pulse.

"She'll be okay," he looked over to Amy and Gabby. Gabby nodded but Amy dashed after the culprit.

"Amy!" Both Gabby and Rory called after her.

~ 0 ~

With some help from their new friend, now known as Guido, the Doctor and Renata were able to sneak into the school of mystery.

"I never thought I'd see the day when Renata broke into a place," the Doctor had himself a good (quiet) laugh when Renata used her sonic to open the backgate of the school.

She rolled her eyes at him but there was just a smidge of thrill she felt knowing he was right. Time was she would yell at him for using the sonic to break locks and get into places they shouldn't be. The Adipose building was a primary example. Oh, what was happening to her?

The pair made their way down a few stone steps into a chamber. The school seemed old and very well kept. She noted the lone mirror against a wall.

"Well that's a weird place to put a mirror," she remarked in front of it.

"And look at what beauty stands in front of it right now," the Doctor came up behind her with a smirk on his face as he looked her over through the reflection. Renata tried rolling her eyes but she ended up blushing instead. The Doctor leaned a bit closer to the mirror. "And I don't look half bad either. Hello, handsome."

Now Renata could roll her eyes. "You are so vain," she said as he fixed his bowtie and checked his teeth.

"Who are you?" a couple girls' voices startled them into turning around.

Then the Doctor realized something interesting...they had no reflection. "Oh! How are you doing that!?"

Renata jabbed her elbow into his side. "Well don't be excited! It just proves they're not human!"

"But they're like Houdini, only five scary girls, only he was shorter. WILL BE shorter. I'm rambling!"

"Yes, you are!"

"I'll ask you again, who are you?" the girls asked again.

"Curious, do you have individual voices or is that gone too?" Renata studied their faces and concluded they were the exact same. What one did, the other did too.

"Why don't you check this out?" the Doctor thought he would be holding out his psychic paper but instead saw an old ID with his first incarnation. "What!? Library card!?"

"Gabriella has it," Renata sighed, not impressed with his antics.

"I need the spare!"

"The spare?" Renata shot him a look fast. "You mean there's two lying booklets around the TARDIS? Oh no, that's way too much power for you."

The Doctor's response was to clap a hand over her mouth. "Shush! Pale, creepy girls who don't like sunlight and can't be seen in the mirror? Am I thinking what I think I'm thinking?" Though silent, Renata still looked at him like he was crazy. Was he being extra ridiculous today or was that just her? "But the city. Why shut down the city? Unless…"

"Leave now!" the girls ordered. "Or we shall call for the steward... if you are lucky."

Renata pushed the Doctor's hand off her and stepped closer towards the girls. "You know what, call them because I would love to have a talk with your headmistress. This is supposed to be a school for young girls to educate themselves and someone's turned it into some...creepy cult."

The girls hissed with their fangs clear as day. Renata gasped and jumped back, bumping into the Doctor behind. Guido warned them that the girls had fangs but it was way different seeing it up close.

The Doctor pulled them into a quick run, stopping them just in front of the doorway. "Tell us the whole plan!"

Renata did a double take at him. "Nine hundred years and you think that's going to suddenly work!?"

"One day it will work!" He argued. That day just wasn't today. He looked at the girls advancing on them. "Listen, I would love to stay here. This whole thing... I'm thrilled. Oh, this is Christmas!" He yanked Renata with him as the Time Lady was seriously asking herself how this man could attract so many people...including herself.

~0~

To their luck, all three of the humans had seen the same 'vampires' in the city, on theirs was a young man. It helped the Doctor and Renata skip over the part of explaining and led them to a quicker gathering in Guido's home. Gudo brought out a map of Venice for the travelers to see. He had long ago tried sneaking into the school which explained the map's notes.

"As you saw, there's no clear way in. The House of Calvierri is like a fortress. But there's a tunnel underneath it, with a ladder and shaft that leads up into the house," Guido gestured to the point he was talking about. "I tried to get in once myself, but I hit a trapdoor."

"You need someone on the inside," Amy's lips curved into a wide smile and fast too.

"No," Renata said with a sigh. It wasn't surprising what Amy was trying to do. She was still dangerously eager.

Amy frowned. "You don't even know what I was going to say!"

"She always knows what you're going to say," Gabby said as she came to lean against the barrels Rory was. She noticed he kept his distance from the group so she wanted to keep him company, show him that he wasn't an outsider to them.

"I'm not a psychic I just know what you thought of," Renata said with a weary face. "We pretend you're an applicant for the school to get you inside and tonight you come down and open the trapdoor to let us in."

"Alright...maybe you did know," Amy raised her hands to admit defeat.

"No Amy," the Doctor also agreed with Renata, making the girl frown again.

"We don't have another option!"

"Amy!" Rory couldn't believe she was actually fighting to get into some vampire school. "You should listen to them!"

"There is another option," Guido cut in just as the argument would get heated. He made a gesture towards the barrels. "I work at the Arsenale. We build the warships for the navy."

Gabby and Rory shared a quick glance before their eyes settled on the barrels they were using as seats. They jumped out of the way while the Doctor moved to give them a quick study.

"Gunpowder," he sniffed. "Most people just nick stationery from where they work."

"Yeah, I would steal leftover plates from my parent's restaurant," Gabby added. She took several more steps away from the barrel for extra caution.

"Yeah, I would rather we didn't use explosives," Renata said as she straightened away from the table. "You blow up that school and innocents might get hurt."

"What do you suggest then?" Guido turned on the woman with a growing scowl on his face. "Wait until they turn her into an animal?"

The Doctor returned to Renata's side, his expression darkening as it settled on Guido. It wasn't like Renata was shooting down the idea of entering the school altogether. She wanted to keep innocent bystanders safe. "We'll figure another way in," he told Guido, leaving no room for further discussions on the explosives.

"I'll be there three, four hours tops," Amy said ever-so-innocently.

"It's too dangerous Amy," Renata insisted. Amy was truly persistent, she would give her that.

"What else you got then?" the ginger challenged, smirking when Renata came up blank. "Doctor?"

The Doctor would also commend her persistence. He hated that there wasn't another way. If someone didn't get into the school then more girls would be turned into...vampires. He couldn't let that happen.

"I have to know," he shamefully admitted and heard Renata sigh. Amy, meanwhile, beamed. "We go together. Say you're my daughter."

"What?! Don't listen to him!" Rory was nearly outraged at how quickly this turned into the opposite of what Renata had said. "Didn't you hear what she said!?" he made a gesture towards the quiet Renata.

"I always listen to what she has to say," the Doctor said earnestly, glancin at Renata apologetically. "We have to know," he said quieter to her. He didn't want her to think he was ignoring her opinion on the matter and much less that he was choosing Amy over her.

Luckily, Renata smiled a very small smile. "I know," she whispered. She just wasn't fond of the idea of Amy putting herself into direct danger where none of them were.

"Okay, no one's going to buy that I'm your daughter," Amy came up to the opposite side of the table and laughed at the Doctor. "You look about nine."

Gabby would give her that point. "Yeah, you kinda went a little overboard with that face, Doctor." The man in question mockingly glared at her in return.

"Fine, brother, then," he told Amy. That one would sure be bought...if one of them gave into the other's accent.

"Too weird. Fiancé," Amy might have smirked when she said that. Renata shook her head and moved away from her and the Doctor, much to the latter's disappointment.

"I'm not having him run around telling people he's your fiancé!" Rory snapped and Gabby jumped beside him with a similar expression.

"Yeah, that's just plain offensive!" she added on his behalf.

At least Amy seemed to be dissuaded. "No. No, you're right."

Rory sighed with relief. "Thank you."

"I mean, they've already seen the Doctor. You should do it."

"Me?"

"Yeah! You can be my brother!" Amy walked over and rubbed his head playfully, chuckling.

Rory didn't share the same sentiment. "Why is him being your brother weird, but with me, it's OK?"

The Doctor had just found his way to Renata's side, the Time Lady having moved herself towards a window. He touched her arm and when she actually looked at him, he gently tugged her towards him.

"Actually, I thought he was her fiancé," Guido had pointed a thumb at the Doctor. Gabby slapped her forehead while the Doctor groaned. Renata silently pulled her arm out of the Doctor's grasp and moved away again.

"This whole thing is mental!" Rory switched the most important matter right now since it was dragging Amy with it. "She can't just go in there! Renata?"

At the call of her name, Renata walked up to the young man. "I understand your worries, but unless someone has a better idea…"

"Actually," Gabby suddenly said, raising a finger, "I might have something."

"What? No, we already decided," Amy frowned at the girl. Why was she making something else up when a perfectly logical idea had already been set?

"Right but you'll only have eyes on the girls when in reality we need eyes on this Rosana woman too," Gabby said, now rocking on her feet. The Doctor almost laughed when she grinned.

"What are you getting at?" Renata eyed her with dread. The last thing she wanted was for Gabby to put herself in danger as well.

"I think it's time for the Marchioness of Gallifrey to make a comeback," Gabby giggled.

~ 0 ~

Amy frowned like a genuine child who hadn't gotten her way...and maybe she was pouting for that reason. She hadn't gotten her way. Instead of coming to the school on her own to investigate, Renata would be bringing her and staying along until they could find Isabella and get out together. She made a perfectly reasonable plan and then Gabby went and ruined it with her stupid suggestion. And the worst part was that both the Doctor and Rory had agreed to it, Rory a lot quicker than the Doctor. Amy felt like she was being babysat. What the hell was even a 'Marchioness' anyways?

Renata wasn't very fond of the idea either but she preferred it this way than to send Amy on her own. She had no idea where Gabby even thought of this one but at least this way she could keep an eye on Amy and keep her safe while she dealt with the Signora herself. Whatever happened between her and the Doctor, Renata didn't want to see Amy hurt. She was still human, making her just a bit easier to target. She just didn't necessarily like that she would be using her old guise as Marchioness to do it. That meant conjuring up an entire story to tell and Renata wasn't sure if she could do that just yet. She never had to do the 'breaking in with a disguise' thing all by herself. Usually the Doctor was the one to lead and she followed. That's how it always worked.

Not to mention the fact that being a Marchioness again brought back too many memories of the last time she used it.

Renata tried her best not to make any noises, especially because she felt like her hearts were about to implode under her chest. She threw a look at the Doctor at the end of the bookshelf, asking him what were they going to do. But of course he had a plan. He always made up plans to get them out just before they would get caught. If they evaded the Time Lords, they could surely evade 16th century human guards.

'On my signal,' he mouthed to her. She nodded fervently. He aimed his sonic at the window and with one flick, the entire window shattered.

"Over there!" the second guard ran straight for it, prompting the first guard to leave the table forgotten.

The Doctor made a nod at Renata to go now. The two ran straight for the open doors as fast as they could. They joined hands as soon as they got into the hallway and continued to run.

Suddenly, Renata saw them running down the hallway of the academy after nearly getting caught wandering through the classes and prohibited rooms for students. And it made her hearts sore. She felt as carefree as she used to be with the Doctor as Zuriah. They were young, they were full of adrenaline and...they were in love.

Even the Doctor got the faint sense that this was all familiar, a bit too familiar, but the running made him push the thought to the side for now. He yanked Renata down the hallway of her bedroom and finally slowed down.

"That was incredible!" Renata was laughing melodically beside him. She brought a hand up to her hair bun that was on the verge of falling apart from all their running. She yelped in surprise when the Doctor gently brought her from her side to his front. Her free hand had come to rest over his chest and her other hand seemed locked under the Doctor's free hand.

"You had fun?" the Doctor asked quietly though with his ragged breathing it came out a little louder than intended. They were both still trying to catch their breaths, they could feel it. Renata felt the Doctor's chest heaving up and down under her hand and since Renata's chest was pressed to his, the Doctor could feel her own heavy breathing.

"Of course..." Renata swallowed down and laughed, hoping the air would fill her lungs soon. "I always have fun with you!" She had no idea what her words meant to the Doctor, especially right now. All she saw was his grin making its mark on his face. "Maybe tomorrow we can, uh, I can show you the, uh...the..." She was beginning to lose her train of thought the more she stared at the Doctor.

Renata tried to focus on the present. She and Amy would soon be allowed into the school...

Renata's breath hitched the moment the Doctor let his lips brush over hers and whether she would've gasped or not she didn't know because she just let him kiss her right there. She let his hand go and brought it to his chest while he lowered his hand to her waist. He kissed her gently, keeping it slow and sweet, unknowingly the same as the very first time they had kissed centuries ago. Later on, Renata would find it ironic that even that was the same. As seconds ticked by, they found their (old) sync and moved their lips with one another like it was a slow dance. Renata felt her body tingle when the Doctor's hand reached up to the nape of her neck where her loose bun was about to be undone. He pulled lightly on the strands to then run his fingers through them, eventually making the whole bun come down. It didn't matter; it just gave the Doctor an easier access to her curls.

Renata exhaled rather shakily with chills on her skin. She vividly remembered that night, she always would, but right now it was causing pain rather than the usual warmth it gave her. But she couldn't occupy her head with those memories right now. Amy was with her and she needed to look out for her safety. As soon as the gates of the school opened, she left behind 'Renata' and brought in the Marchioness of Gallifrey instead.

"Just keep quiet Amy, alright?" Renata whispered as the steward brought them down a stony passageway. "Let me do the talking."

"I know," Amy said, still plenty irritated to keep her quiet.

Renata sensed the woman's unhappiness but merely sighed at it. They were both unhappy it seemed.

"Signora, the visitors," the steward said as he led the two into an ornate room with one - Renata barely contained her scoff when she saw it - throne chair in the center of it over a raised dais.

A dark-haired woman in an elegant gown sat on the precarious throne, her beedy eyes already scrutinizing Renata and Amy from head to toe.

"Her most honorable Marchioness of Gallifrey," the steward introduced, prompting Renata to do a graceful curtsy bow.

Amy blinked at the woman. She did it so finely like...like she'd done it before. Gabby did say this was a disguise Renata used to visit Henry VIII, she remembered.

"And her sister, Lady Amy," the steward gestured to Amy and since the girl just stood there, Renata elbowed her on the side.

"Ow!" Amy rubbed her side and threw the woman a glare. Renata's gaze was sharp and it only took Amy a few seconds to get what she wanted. "Oh, right, um…" She did a quick curtsy, not quite as smooth as Renata but the Time Lady would take it.

"Really?" the Signora arched a thin eyebrow at the pair. "I had no idea there even was a...Marchioness of Gallifrey?"

"I suppose that happens when you seal off a city," Renata said with the same edgy tone the Signora had used.

"Ah, precautions," the Signora said, smiling strainly.

"Mhm…"

"My steward showed me your, uh, credentials," the Signora drummed her fingers over her throne's armrests. "Interesting they are."

"All in order I suppose," Renata took a few steps towards the throne when a young man strode into the room. She heard Amy's quiet gasp and looked back to see the girl's eyes widened. Obviously she recognized him. Renata wondered where from. "Signora—"

"Rosana, please," the woman waved her off. "It is an honor to have a Marchioness in my school."

"Well, yes, I...I have heard in great detail about your school and I cannot think of a better place for my young sister to be educated," Renata nodded at Amy to come forwards. Amy scurried up beside her and put on her best smile for Rosana. "I am, unfortunately, widowed, and I have not been able to find her a suitable husband."

The young man in the room, Francesco, flapped his cloak as he walked up to the two, specifically to Amy. The ginger swallowed hard when he got just a bit too close to her.

"Excuse you," snapped Renata, startling the man back. She had glared at him, something that no one in the city would do because of who he was.

Amy barely hid her smile.

"She looks familiar," Francesco excused himself.

"Impossible, we have only arrived today," Renata shot him down and shooed him off back to his mother, something that Amy almost laughed at now. Renata settled her attention back on Rosana who couldn't look more interested. "Do you think we could talk about a possible arrangement?"

Rosana's lips curved into a knowing smile. "I think so."

Renata smiled quite proudly of herself. So far, things were going good. "Maybe my sister can take a tour of the school so she...isn't such a strange to it when we reach an agreement."

"Of course," Rosana rose from her throne and called for the steward. "Carlo, take her to see the girls. I'm sure she'll make some new friends there."

Renata glance at Amy with an encouraging glint in her eyes. "I know you can do it," she whispered with genuine faith that for a moment, Amy stood there dumbfounded.

There was a ping in her heart followed by a churn of her stomach. Guilt. She was feeling guilt for what she tried to do with the Doctor. Renata showed no resentment towards her even when it was clearly an upsetting thing to find out that happened. Amy knew from the start that Renata was utterly kind, now she wished Renata wasn't because then...then the guilt would go away.

~ 0 ~

Amy was soon brought up to the girls' dormitory and found it to be domed shaped, like a church. Carlo didn't even bother introducing her, he only brought her in and left. Rude.

"Um, hi…?" Amy tried to greet the nearest of the girl but she flatout ignored her. "Okay…" Amy continued to move further down the room until suddenly the entire group of girls started heading out. "Did I say something?" Amy called out to them but none responded back.

"They don't talk," a dark-skinned girl said, revealing herself to be the only one remaining. She stared after the girls as the last one disappeared. "They don't...ever talk."

Amy curiously stared at the girl. "And yet you do."

The girl's eyes flickered to Amy, meeting the ginger's gaze. Amy was dressed like finely, deeply contrasting their recent enlisted students. "Who are you?"

"Amy, and you?"

"Isabella."

Amy beamed. "Ha!" She hadn't needed Renata in the end. Stop being mean to her! Great, now the voice in her head was feeling guilty too. She shook her head and those thoughts she would get back to eventually. "Listen, we're going to get you out of here, but I need you to tell me what's going on. What is this place? What are they doing?"

Isabella searched the room for anyone who might be lingering around. After she was sure it was just them, she answered, "They, um... they come at night. They gather around my bed and they take me to a room... with this green light and a chair with... with straps, as if for a surgeon."

"What happens in there?"

"I wake up here. And the sunlight burns my skin like candle wax."

That...that sounded bad. Amy swallowed hard and looked up at the ceiling as a bell tolled. Maybe having Renata around wasn't a bad idea after all…

~ 0 ~

The Doctor couldn't see the gondola getting to the school. Every part of him was screaming at him for letting Renata leave. He had promised himself that he wouldn't ever let himself be separated from her and yet here they were not even a day later. Gabby's idea did make sense in that it would be a safe plan if Amy wasn't alone but the Doctor hated sending Renata into a place he didn't know about. He had no idea what lurked through that school and if it was highly dangerous.

The only part he liked, and he wouldn't keep it a secret, was that this plan involved Renata dressing up as the Marchioness again. Even in a new incarnation, she looked just as stunning as she had the first time she wore a gown fit for the role. Last time's gown was golden and orange, more suitable for her slightly older body. This body, however, was a younger one. She had chosen the perfect baby blue gown with white trimmed sleeves. He had nearly fallen over when he saw her come out of the TARDIS.

Just like last time, he was deeply in love with the Marchioness of Gallifrey.

"She'll be fine," Gabby pulled the man out of his thoughts. She was sitting in-between him and Rory on the gondola while Guido guided them along the canal. "Ren knows how to take care of herself."

"What about Amy?" Rory soon asked, throwing both a sharp look. He was still upset at the turn of events. "Can you promise me that she'll be fine?"

"If she's with Renata then of course," Gabby smiled at him. She could tell that the man deeply cared for Amy. She was just too blinded like the Doctor said to see Rory was perfect. "Ren's taken care of me, the Doctor...and Donna so many times. She always takes care of us, even if it would hurt her."

The Doctor sucked in a deep breath at those words. Renata always took care of them and what did she get in return? Pain. So far, that's all she had gotten.

"We're here," Guido announced a few seconds before the gondola came to a stop.

"Gabbs, you should stay," the Doctor said as he started climbing out first. "Renata would kill me if I let you come."

"Don't worry, I'll put myself between you if that happens," Gabby said as she climbed out next.

The Doctor mocked a glare at her. "Gabby!"

"Oh shut up!" the girl waved him off and turned around to see Rory coming out last. She grabbed the torch they'd brought along and, to Rory's amazement, she sparked it lit with a purple flame. He saw tiny little butterflies amongst the flames.

"You have the same powers as Renata?" he asked, his mouth half open in shock.

"Sort of," Gabby shrugged. "I just learned how to do this a few days ago. Ren's powers are golden and I think they're stronger. But 'nough about that! Let's go!" She marched forwards, leaving behind a disgruntled Doctor to follow.

They reached the gate and just as Gabby was about to reach for it, the Doctor pulled her behind him. "I do the breaking into creepy places, alright? Don't know what's in there." Gabby shrugged and motioned him to go for it. He opened the gate with the sonic and slowly led them in. "Right. OK, I'll go first. If anything happens to me, go back…"

"What happened?" Rory suddenly blurted. Gabby looked over at him and could almost hear his heavy breathing. He must have been gathering the courage to ask that. "Between you and Amy? You said she kissed you."

The Doctor's face turned incredulous, naturally. His eyes flickered to Gabby, asking her if he was really meant to answer that right now.

"Oh no, this one's between you two," she raised her free hand and stepped aside to give the two a better moment. "Just keep leading us in."

The Doctor frowned at her unhelpfulness. She always talked! It's literally what she did and she chose NOW now to keep quiet? He shook his head and went towards the next door. "Rory, seriously?"

"I have a right to know!" Rory said, surprising himself that he was actually going through with this. He was fairly non-confrontational but Amy made him do all sorts of things he never would. "I'm getting married in 430 years."

~ 0 ~

Renata had followed Rosana into the school's canal-side. It was frankly a beautiful setting with marbleized white floor and crystal water, but Renata knew better than to believe what she saw.

"So Marchioness," Rosana came to a slow stop and turned sideways, shooting Renata smirk, "I am honored to have you visiting my school."

Renata hated the look on the woman's face but even then she kept her own face blank of any expressions. She was a master at that. "My sister needed a school."

"Yes and you have travelled so far just to get her into this one?"

"Enlgand was no longer suitable for us."

"England? Or Gallifrey?"

Renata's face still didn't falter. Only her eyebrow raised. "Excuse me?"

Rosana chuckled. "I know psychic paper when I see one. I commend you for your act, though. I've never met a Time Lord before...or Time Lady," she did a mock curtsy. "You should be in a mausoleum last time I heard."

"And you should bite your tongue before you say anything else about my home," Renata's contempt was lacing her calm tone. "How do you know who I am? Who are you?"

"Well everyone knows what Gallifrey is…"

"Except humans which means you are not. So, I ask again, who are you?"

"Are all Time Lords so intense?" Rosana sighed dramatically before laughing. "Well, I suppose given what happened to your world."

Renata's jaw tightened. "You're trespassing on this planet. You are aware of the Shadow Proclamation, aren't you?"

Rosana's playfulness died in a second. "We have not trespassed. We fell here. You think Earth was my first choice for a new home?"

"New home? What happened to yours?"

Rosana let silence pass before she answered. "There were cracks. Some were tiny... some were as big as the sky. Through some we saw worlds and people and through others we saw silence... and the end of all things. We fled to an ocean like ours and the crack snapped shut behind us... and Saturnyne was lost."

"Saturnyne?" Renata once again glanced at the water beside them. "Of course. Venice for a Saturnyne would serve as a good second home."

Rosana nodded her head, once again smiling lightly. "We did not trespass but we want to make a new home here. What are you doing here?"

Now it was Renata's turn to stay quiet.

Rosana raised her head the longer silence passed. "Oh, are you too pretentious to answer?"

"Never."

"Then? I only ask what you have asked me. Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"My name is Renata, I am a Time Lady and...I'm here for a wedding present."

"Oh, congratulations," Rosana said, actually sounding like she meant it. "I take it the other girl is your partner?"

"No," Renata said dismissively.

Rosanna didn't spend time asking more questions about that. "Well, you certainly seem like a woman who handles power like an everyday utensil. You and I could make a partnership. You're as much of a refugee as we are. What do you say?"

"I need to know what you're doing first," Renata subtly pointed out a flawed detail in her plan. "That tour I asked about...may I have the full one?"

Rosana's lips curled into a smile, almost a chuckle. "Well of course. Follow me, Marchioness." She led the way out of the mooring. Renata's face was grim as she followed the woman down to the underground passageways.

"Is my friend safe in here?" Renata asked after a good while of silent walking. She would keep the putrid smell of the passageways to herself but it was terrible.

"Of course, so long as she doesn't go poking her nose where it doesn't belong," Rosana truly meant it as a joke but it struck Renata.

Amy was still trying to have fun without measured precaution. She would inevitably get herself into trouble if they didn't meet up soon.

"What are you up to?" Renata moved onto the next order of business. She was getting tired of mindless walking. "You are taking families' daughters under lies and turning them into...what are you turning them into? A Saturnyne?"

Rosana stopped walking a few feet away from a stone room. Renata tried peeking around the woman to see what the room was about but all she saw was a chest against the wall.

"I did not lie," Rosana said calmly, soon earning Renata's flat face. "Alright, I may have overstretched the truth here—"

"Really? Because there've been reports that some of these girls have really sharp teeth," Renata made a show of baring her own teeth to make a point. "There was also one father who claimed that his daughter no longer recognized him. What are you doing to these girls?"

"One would say you're already against this alliance," Rosana said, narrowing her eyes on the Time Lady.

"You haven't told me anything so I'm dealing with what I have. What's in that room?" Rosana looked back to the room Renata pointed to. "You want me to work with you, start talking. That's the last time I'm going to say it." Renata nodded towards the room, expecting to be shown this time.

"Our world is gone," Rosana began, albeit a little edgy since her hand was forced. "I am a Mother and my children need me. Do you have children?"

Renata stiffened but thanked the darkness around them hiding her posture shift. "Almost…" she said quietly, eliciting an almost...sympathetic look from Rosana.

And she had. Rosana lowered her head as she began to speak again, "I lost children as well but I will not lose anymore. The girls are not in danger. I am merely making them...compatible for my sons."

"Sons?" Renata asked just before she remembered the mooring. "Are they...are they in the water? With the rest of Venice?"

"Of course not, they are secluded," Rosana snapped indignantly. As if she would endanger what was left of her children by placing them in the same water as the savages humans were. "Only one of my sons has taken human form." Renata's mind flashed back to the young man they met earlier and now she assumed he was the same vampire the others had seen. "The others await for their mother to find them new brides."

"Excuse me?" Renata blinked, her mouth falling just a bit open. "Brides? Is that...is that what these girls are? They're not students, they're brides!? How...how are you even meant to do that?" Rosana chuckled and condescendingly too, something that brought out Renata's scowls. "Start talking!"

"I am making them compatible, remember? I can't have human girls joining my family. I turn them into Saturnynes so they can join my sons in the water. It's a process but it's been working pretty well."

"Pretty well? What's that supposed to mean?"

"You have to understand that such a process doesn't always go as planned," Rosana finally turned towards the room Renata was waiting to see.

"Exactly what process are you running on these girls?" Renata followed her into the room, coming to realize that there were several chests around. There was one grate in the center of the room, one that she was sure the Doctor would have to use to get inside. Guido's map of the school did show one tunnel leading to the one precise room of the school.

"It's a two week process," Rosana was saying, none the wiser of Renata's calculating thoughts. As Rosana moved around the room, Renata inched closer to the grate until she could release the bar keeping it locked. "We drain the girls each night until and fill them with our blood. It changes them over time until one morning they wake up with their humanity gone, faded away."

"What? Leaving them like empty shells?" Renata thought it was ironic how much of these forced marriages sounded like the ones back on Gallifrey. They all effectively went out like empty shells getting married because their families made it so.

"If they're like us, they're more than they were ever going to be as humans," Rosana said, stopping by one of the chests.

Renata noticed something dusty peeking out from it. She felt sick when she realized it wasn't 'dusty', it was a hand that'd been sucked dry. "Oh my God...are those…?" she raised a shaky finger towards the chest, "...are those...girls?" Her voice cracked towards the end of her question.

Rosana was amused with the sudden teary-eyed woman. "All processes have their failed subjects."

"But...but…" Renata hurried to the nearest chest and pried it open with her hands. She felt her breath leave her when she saw the sucked-dry corpses inside, all squished together like they weren't even important. "These were children! They were children, daughters!" She threw a hard-eyed look at Rosana, eyes flashing a fierce gold that startled Rosana.

"What are you really?" she demanded, taking a few steps towards her until Renata stood up with glowing golden form around her. "You're not a Time Lady…"

"And you're no mother!" Renata growled. "No mother would take another's child away! You're a cold-hearted murderer!"

"I am a mother!" Rosana shouted but Renata shot fire. Her hand had thrust forwards, her golden swarm of butterflies hitting the wall beside Rosana. "What the hell are you!?"

Renata couldn't hear her. Things were too heightened for her to separate each feeling. All she saw were chests after chests with crammed children inside, children who were murdered. What must their families be thinking? Did they think their daughters were still learning at the prestigious school? No, the mothers would know. They would know that something happened to their daughters.

Amy's still here with Isabella. GET OUT! Renata breathed in and suddenly the golden glow was gone. Without saying a word to the astounded Rosana, she hurried out of the chamber, screaming for Amy.

Rosana was left to ponder for a few seconds, her head turning to the spot on the wall now bearing a deep hole. For a moment, she thought she saw one tiny golden butterfly fluttering inside. She blinked and looked again but this time there was nothing.

~ 0 ~

It seemed like wandering through an underground passage wouldn't be enough to dissuade Rory from getting his explanation. The Doctor had no choice but to answer his questions as they moved along. Gabby kept to her promise of staying completely out of it...until the situation called for the opposite of course.

"She was frightened, we were all frightened, but we survived, and the relief of it... and so she kissed me," the Doctor thought that just about covered it. There was nothing else to it.

"And you kissed her back?" Rory's tone implied there was perhaps a little more from the Doctor's side.

"No, I kissed her mouth! By force!" the Doctor sighed and stopped walking, prompting the other two to do the same. "Rory, she kissed me because I was there. It would have been you, it should have been you."

"Yeah," Rory nodded all too sadly. It should have been but it wasn't. He wasn't there. Amy was running about with aliens while he was back on Earth.

"I meant what I said, Rory. Things sometimes get blurred when you first travel in the TARDIS," the Doctor said when he watched Rory's face slowly fall. "Everything is just so chaotic that sometimes...sometimes you do stupid stuff."

Rory seemed unconvinced. He glanced over at Gabby who was busy staring at the dark walls. "Were you?"

"Hmm?" the girl blinked in surprise. "What?"

"Were you blinded by it when you first started traveling with them?"

"Um…" Gabby's eyes flickered to the Doctor, asking him what she should say. She did NOT not want to get into this conversation, never this one. The Doctor merely nodded at her to say what she wanted. "W-well...I wasn't...I wasn't really 'blinded' but—"

"I knew it," Rory muttered and kept walking, taking the torch from the Doctor in the process.

"Wait, wait!" Gabby hurried after him, pulling the Doctor with her. "I didn't go kissing anyone like Amy but I did make my own mistakes! Ask Ren! She hated my guts in the beginning!"

Rory stopped walking suddenly and suspiciously looked at her. "Really?"

"Yeah!" Gabby nodded and whacked the Doctor's arm.

"She did!" he agreed.

"I was brand new to the TARDIS and I went touching things that I shouldn't have. If I hadn't done it, I wouldn't be able to do that," Gabby nodded to the purple flames over the torch. "We make stupid mistakes, we really do."

"But we all know who Amy loves," the Doctor said, "It's you, Rory."

And yet for some reason, Rory wasn't truly convinced. He couldn't think about it that much because a strong gust of wind blew out the torch, leaving them in total darkness.

"Can we go and see the vampires now, please?" Gabby's frail whisper brokered through the silence. If they were lucky, maybe they would sparkle.

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#WEEK 7 #OH MY GOD WEEK 7 #week 7 spoilers ahead dont read the tags if you haven’t played it #tamale you were right waiting to play this was a mistake #the first song the entire time i couldn’t focus because i kept glancing over at the girlfriend to make sure they weren’t gonna try anything #funny while i was playing #i also found it funny how she was just vibing to the music at gunpoint #idk how to feel about tank man though #like i don’t love him and i don’t hate him #THE CUTSCENE WAS SO WELL DONE #also how did bf and gf even GET there in the first place #“babe we should have a date at a restricted military site”#anyways the second song was really good #(as to be expected of fnf)#BUT THE THIRD SONG #THE THIRD SONG #WHEN I TELL YOU I SCREECHED WHEN PICO CAME OUT #I’M EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED TO PICO AND GIRLFRIEND FOR NO REASON #but i also want to see what would’ve happened if pico hadn’t shown up 👀#i feel like girlfriend would’ve murdered everyone #I COULDNT EVEN PAY ATTENTION TO THE NOTES BECAUSE I WAS WORRIED ABOUT PICO #I WAS SO WORRIED ABT HIM FOR NO REASON #AND THE WAY HE SHOT TO THE BEAT OF THE MUSIC...#i wanted to fight tankman through the screen when he insulted pico #ok let me stop ranting about pico #the way the bf held the gf his arms while battling at the same time 🥺#if my future boyfriend can’t do that for me i don’t need him #and when everything ended the kickstarter thing started playing #and you can bet your behind i’m gonna donate to the kickstarter #i KNOW this game’s gonna be amazing.

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Kiss Me More (Part II) - Zemo/Reader

Masterlist || Part One

Summary: Part two, read part one if you haven’t already! Sam & Bucky put reader in charge of looking after Zemo....again. Series loosely inspired by this song.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: Kissing, heavy petting, mentions of sex, minor TFATWS spoilers.

A/N: Wow! I was so shocked on the feedback I got on the first part of this story. It has nearly 800 notes. I’m not used to my writing getting that kind of attention so I really appreciate the love. I decided to make this into at least a 3-4 part series and there will be eventual smut, but I feel like there’s something sweet between these two that goes beyond an obvious physical attraction, so I do want to build that a bit before we get there. This weekend I rewatched TFATWS & Civil War because I’m officially obsessed with Zemo lol. Please let me know what you think, and let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist. :)

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“Keep an eye on him.”

Y/N watched Bucky and Sam split off again. That was now at least the third time she’d heard that phrase since she arrived in Riga. Little did they know, she was probably the worst person to be put in charge of Zemo. Truthfully, it was starting to be a little insulting.

It was unclear why she’d been brought along on this mission, when half the time Sam and Bucky were talking in hushed tones just out of her earshot. There was always more to the story than they told her, but this time, it felt like she was more out of the loop than ever.

She adjusted the neckline of the sweater she wore out of an abundance of caution, checking subconsciously to make sure it hadn’t exposed the mark Zemo had left on her from the day before. It was a discovery she’d made that morning, and persisted despite her efforts to cover it up with makeup.

“According to those two, I must be the best at babysitting you,” she muttered under her breath. It was petty, so she wasn’t even sure if she wanted him to hear. But he did.

“Babysitting?” Zemo lifted an eyebrow.

“You know, a nanny, a governess….whatever a Baron’s equivalent is,” she said, looking him in the eye for the first time that day, which was a mistake. He looked so handsome in that long, fur-lined coat, tall and refined, hair styled perfectly. There had to be warrants out for his arrest since escaping prison, and in his current getup, he was hard to miss.

It wasn’t easy to ignore the stifling tension between them. The Baron hadn’t left her thoughts since she’d closed the door on him the evening before. Now they were alone again. She couldn’t decide if that was thrilling or terrifying, so she decided on both.

“It’s nice of them to give us some alone time,” Zemo stepped close to her, one gloved hand pressing between her shoulder blades. Despite the cool temperature outside, it was the first thing today that had her shivering.

“Walk with me,” he commanded sternly. She saw no opportunity to refuse as they started in the direction opposite of where Bucky and Sam had disappeared.

“Zemo-”

“Helmut,” he corrected her. “But go on…”

“We have to focus on figuring out where Donya’s funeral will be,” she said, feeling his hand slide down to settle on the small of her back, trying to inch away, but he just pulled her closer. “We can’t waste time.”

“I know Riga inside and out, that won’t be as difficult as you and your friends think,” he murmured. His proximity was already suffocating. Or maybe comforting. It was hard to tell. “Tell me, what is your business with them? You aren’t an Avenger. This was my first time hearing your name.”

She snorted, finally finding the strength to pull away, and he dropped his hand. That was one thing that had confounded her. He was confident, took liberties with what others would allow, but knew when to stop pushing. There was something alluring to his nature.

“I’m not,” she responded, wondering how much she was willing to share. When she stole a glance out of the corner of her eyes, his head was lowered, leaning in, listening intently for her response. She wondered if he really cared, or if he was good at pretending. It was easy to believe that he did.

“Bucky and I aren’t that different,” she continued. “That’s why we’re friends. I’m not a super soldier, but I was taught how to fight, how to kill. I followed orders for too long without questioning whether or not I was doing the right thing. And at least now, I think I am.”

“You think,” he repeated, and corrected her again like he had the day before. As much as she wanted some kind of clever or quick quip back, she wore her heart on her sleeve for the moment and shrugged. There was nothing to defend when she still wasn’t sure what responsibilities she had in this world.

Zemo halted, and she paused too, turning back to look at him. “So you were an assassin,” he murmured, reaching out. Nodding slightly, she lowered her eyes when his gloved thumb brushed across her face. The buttery, overpowering smell of leather took her over as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I would’ve never guessed. Du bist so süß.”

Her knowledge of German was limited, but she could see a flash of what looked like affection in his eyes. He couldn’t be lying, could he? She wondered. She wanted to trust that he wasn’t, wanted to identify every good part of him she could, so she could justify the overwhelming attraction she felt towards him. Something in her just kept pulling forward against her will, like a magnet.

“You’d be surprised,” she answered, but didn’t pull away. The intensity of his gaze made her feel weak, but there was something strangely reassuring in his eyes. It was just the two of them, standing on a crowded sidewalk.

She rose her hand to clasp around his, frowning when she felt the hard loop of a ring on one of his gloved fingers. It had gone unnoticed by her, until now. He still wore a wedding band.

It would have been easy to vocalize the observation, gauge his reaction, try to regain some upper hand and remind him who exactly he was dealing with. But, it would’ve been pointlessly cruel, as she knew what that felt like to answer that question. Those days were behind her, now.

As if the universe was scolding her, a loud car horn broke through the perceived silence. His hand dropped from her face, and they began to walk again.

“I had lots of time to think in prison,” he said after a heady pause in conversation. “About the things I’d done. Whatever intentions you have, to someone, you’re always the enemy. What I thought was important, trying to serve the greater good, it isn’t always worth the trouble. I was trying to protect what I had already lost, the places and people I’d taken for granted.”

Deciphering his words, she took a moment before responding. “That’s actually...very insightful,” she said, partly surprised by what he’d shared, appreciating that he felt her vulnerability, and matched it in his response.

“I know you’re stunned I’m not a brute,” he answered, increasing his pace to a determined strut rather than a lazy stroll. She was forced to keep up with him. “You’ve been told what to think about me by Sam and Bucky.”

She scoffed. “Not just them. The entire world. All the people you’ve hur-”

He halted and turned to face her so quickly, she collided with his chest and her breath caught in her throat.

“I’m not that man anymore,” his voice was nearly a growl, disgust laced in his features as he looked down at her.

But as soon as she recognized it, he became expressionless again, backing away. Falling back into step beside him, they continued to walk, a bit faster than they had been before. She followed him, at this point convinced that she might get lost without his guidance, but a little startled by his sudden change in behavior.

“What do you think of Riga?” he asked her as they cut through an alleyway. His voice held none of the venom that it had a few moments ago, so she wondered if she’d just hit a sore nerve.

“It’s beautiful,” she answered, admiring the old brick buildings and fine architecture. “But I think I haven’t had much of a chance to appreciate it.”

“Have you been thinking about me?”

They ducked under an alcove, and she realized he’d carefully led her off the crowded streets. It was much quieter here. She suddenly didn’t feel as protected as she had been with him in the open. The temperature in the shaded space was much lower than expected. And he was standing over her, waiting for some response she didn’t know if she could give.

“I haven’t forgotten about last night, liebling,” he continued.

Of course she had been thinking of him. Nearly nonstop. What they’d shared, what it meant. She hadn’t been able to sleep until she relieved herself, fingers rubbing her clit and delving into her warmth, whimpering his name when she finally came. Still, it had done little to quell the ache inside her.

It was a horrible thing, she’d decided. Objectively horrible, and unprofessional. There was the consideration of accessibility. What did he see in her beyond a means to an end? Was she really going to throw everything she’d worked for away to a man who was going to use her to scratch an itch?

Too much was at stake, Sam and Bucky’s trust, her reputation, her job, and she couldn’t allow it to go on.

But oh, how much she wanted it to.

“Yesterday was nice,” she straightened up, holding her own. “I won’t lie to you.”

The corner of his mouth tugged up slightly in a self-satisfied smirk.

“But I’m not foolish,” she continued. “Coming on to the first woman you see after you get out of jail? Seems pretty convenient.”

At first, the Baron tilted his head to the side, his brows pulled together at her words. But after a moment, the smile returned, and he chuckled. “Is that what you think this is about?”

“Don’t insult me, Helmut,” she said sternly, trying her best not to feel embarrassed. She was only being honest.

“Are you always so severe to yourself?” he asked, tutting lightly.

It would have been better to say nothing. Why give him anything at all?

She didn’t answer his question, just backed away from him and began walking in no particular direction, wanting only to increase the space between them and regain her common sense. That was impossible however, as she was jolted backwards before she even knew what was happening, a firm hand on her upper arm, and she was chest to chest with Zemo once more.

“We were in Madripoor together. I could’ve had my way with many women there if I wanted. But I didn’t.”

“Please-” she rolled her eyes.

“If all I wanted to do was fuck someone, I could have done it by now,” he stalked forward, the air pressure around them dropping, weighed by the tension hanging thick between them. “But that’s not what I want. I want you.”

His words, spoken in a soft, low purr rattled away every bit of resolve she had left in her. Some last ditch effort found her stepping backwards, but her body met the brick wall behind them and she realized he had her cornered.

In more ways than one, she thought.

Taking in a shaky breath, she looked up at his eyes, clouded with lust. “I know you want me,” he said, not a shred of doubt in his voice. But why should there have been? He was right.

Her eyes darted around, like someone or something around them was going to jump out and save her from herself. It didn’t go unnoticed. “There’s no need to be scared, liebling. I feel it, too.”

With that, he closed the gap between their lips. He tasted sweet, like the candies he’d been eating back at his flat. Turkish delight. She was drowning in him again, his scent, his touch, everything about him enveloped and beguiled her. Her shirt had bunched up slightly somewhere along their walk and his gloved hands explored the exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

She surrendered, letting him tease open her mouth and claim her wholly. It was still bad, she knew. But there wasn’t any last bit of self-control left in her.

The layers of clothing between them didn’t allow for the same proximity she’d had to him the evening before. Groaning in delight and frustration, she reached up to tangle and rake her fingers through his hair, as his fingers curled around the top of her sweater, revealing the sensitive skin of her neck.

“Don’t hide this,” his lips left hers as his eyes focused on the stamp of affection he’d left behind the day before. “Let them see.”

“You know I can’t,” she responded, sheepishly pulling it back into place. Studying her with amiable consideration, his hand rose to brush tenderly across her cheekbone.

“I thought you’d come to me last night,” she confessed, drawing away slightly, shocked by her own admission. But right now, she didn’t feel the need to put up as much of a facade. He looked positively virile; panting, his cheeks flushed and hair mussed, pupils blown out as he focused on her. To know she was the cause of his current state of disarray gave her an immense amount of satisfaction. A buried, salacious part of her wondered what else she could do to make him look even more unkempt.

“I considered it,” he said, sounding almost timid. “But I want to do this right.” He leaned in, pressed a kiss beneath her ear. “In private, so no one can disturb us,” he continued, lips moving down her neck. “We can take our time, you can be as loud as you’d like.”

The mental image he was currently painting for her was doing very little to strengthen her convictions, whatever those had been. The thought of her legs wrapped around his torso, naked bodies pressed together sent a bolt of electricity through the pit of her stomach, radiating outwards. She wanted his lips on every inch of her skin. Aching at the possibility, the present tease of his teeth nibbling on her collarbone wasn’t helping.

“You know we can’t,” she didn’t try to stop the thought as it came out of her mouth.

“What is there to lose?”

Everything, she thought, but didn’t answer. She couldn’t really, as his gloved hand was trailing slowly under her jacket and sweater, against her bare skin, and cupping her breast through her bra. Whimpering, she couldn’t control the way her body arched against his.

Hooking her knee on his hip, she let him press forward, feeling the warmth of his excitement through his trousers and her jeans. He ground against her once, teasingly, and she moaned softly into his mouth.

He was the one to pull away, and she was thankful he did. “Think about it, liebling,” he said softly, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. “Du hast die Kontrolle.”

“We can’t,” she answered again, but even she didn’t believe herself. Raking her hands through her hair and adjusting her rumpled sweater, she straightened up. “We have a job to do.”

Brushing past him out of the alcove, each step she took away from him gave her the self control she desperately needed. She glanced over her shoulder to see him reluctantly trudging behind. At this point, she wasn’t foolish. There were only two ways this could end.

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Part III

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havethetimeofyourstyles · 3 years

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in which harry is the right person at the wrong time.

a/n: hi lovelies! here is my christmas fic for @goldenbluesuit ‘s xmas challenge! i chose the song ‘baby, it’s cold outside’ and it’s my FAVORITE xmas song, so i’ve included bits and pieces of the song throughout the story! hope you all like it, and happy holidays! pls rb and send feedback bc they’re very helpful :)

WORD COUNT: 9.6k of ex lovers to lovers, teacher!harry x lawstudent!yn filled with slight angst, missing someone dearly, and fluff

WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol consumption

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17 December 2020

A chilly and snowy night was upon you as you took a shot of hard liquor. The face of disgust appeared on your face as the liquid slowly went down your throat after you hammered the shot of tequila.

Normally, you wouldn’t pregame when you were going to your friend, Addie’s, house where you would drink some more, but you needed to shake off your nerves that you felt at the moment. You took a deep breath after taking your second shot and you had physically felt yourself starting to relax.

Rolling your head to stretch your neck out, you decided it was time to leave since it was nearing seven in the evening. You called yourself an Uber because of the alcohol in your system and you were planning to sleep over Addie’s place since she said she would bring you back in the morning before you had to go to work.

You waited for your Uber by the front door while you looked in the mirror, putting your black beanie onto your head. You were bundled up in a black university sweater, a camel color coat over, along with tan lounge pants and a pair of black boots. Once you got a notification that your Uber driver, Jason, was in front of your house, you grabbed your overnight bag and headed out the door.

You placed the hood of your sweater over your beanie so you got more warmth since it was quite cold. You were never one for the cold weather, which is unfortunate since you lived in London. You cherished the days where it was sunny and warm; the sun bright and warm as you laid on the grass in complete content.

You missed those days. You missed the days where you didn’t worry about a singular thing.

Looking out the window, on your way to your destination, you watched the snow slightly fall, hitting and building up on the ground while the pedestrians walked through the streets, bundled up in thick layers of clothing. Some people were with others, walking hand in hand or hugging each other through the cold. Even though it was freezing cold outside, there were smiles on their faces because the hold of one another was enough. They could get through the worst snowfall, but if they were in each other’s arms, it wouldn't matter; they could get through anything.

The cold had reminded you that you were missing a pair of strong arms that should’ve been around you through this season, but you were completely frozen—left out in the cold to warm yourself up.

You sighed and the car stopped in front of Addie’s place. You thanked your driver, wishing him a ‘Happy Holidays’ before you got out and buzzed your best friend’s apartment onto the buzzer system; hearing one back, you entered the complex while brushing your shoes onto the floor mat, so you wouldn’t slip while going up the stairs.

You were grateful the building was warm, and you’re sure Addie would crank up the heat for you since you would always complain how ‘bloody cold’ it is all the time.

Once you opened the door, you were met with your entire friend group who were all lounging around in the living area. They all faced the door once you walked in, seeing who the last friend to arrive. Greetings were sent towards you, Addie and Nic got up from their spots on the couch that they’re going to lose because behind them, Elijah and Niall were getting up from their spots on the floor to steal it.

“Hey! There you are! We were all waiting for you,” Addie said, giving you a hug.

Nic went in for a hug before she pulled back and looked at you suspiciously. You looked at her confusingly, wondering why she was looking at you the way she was before she said, “Did you party before you came here?” You furrowed your brows until you remembered that she probably smelt the alcohol that you took before you left.

“Oh, uh, just took a couple of shots before I came here.” The two girls understood quite well, thankfully.

“No worries! Come join,” Addie welcomed you in. The two went back to the living area, only to see that their spots were taken, so they grabbed the two boys’ arms, yanking them out of their seats. You chuckled as you walked to Addie’s room to put all of your belongings.

Once you did that, you exited her room the same time the bathroom door opened across her room. The person in front of you was the reason why you were so anxious before you left; why you needed to relax for a bit and mentally prepare yourself before going to Addie’s place.

The person in front of you was Harry Styles.

The person who had your heart.

The person you were deeply in love with still.

The person who was your ex boyfriend.

“Hi,” he said surprisingly, smiling a bit.

“Hi, Harry,” you replied, inching towards him as he met you halfway. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders as you did the same around his waist, resting your cheek onto his chest. The hug was warm and comforting, like it always was, and you looked forward to these kinds of hugs every time you saw him. But your heart ached every single time.

Pulling away, you gave him a small smile before you two walked out of the hallway and to where your friends were. There was laughter between the two girls and guys as Niall was telling them a joke. Nic was the one who saw you and Harry first, and her laughter died down. She looked at you concerningly, giving you those eyes as if they were asking if you were okay, and you nodded your head to reassure her. You and Harry join the group; you sat on the loveseat on one side of the rectangle wooden table, while Harry sat on the floor on the other side.

You tried joining in on the conversation and laughter, but you couldn’t help but take sneaky glances back to Harry, only to find him getting glances at you as well.

It was hard to focus on anything your friends were saying when Harry was in the same room, but you realized it was also difficult when he wasn’t in the same room because then you were wondering where he was.

It wasn’t easy being friends with Harry after the breakup, good friends, especially; and it pained you to actually act normal around him when all you wanted to do was scream, cry, and have him comfort you. But you did your very best to maintain a cool, calm, and collected mood whenever you’re around him, although inside, your heart was racing and everything you said seemed incoherent.

You tried your best to avoid him after you two split, and he did as well, but being part of the same friend group just didn’t go well with your wishes. You two had to suck it up and be normal around each other.

Being with Harry was possibly the best eight months of your life. To some, it’s not the longest amount of time, but he was one of a kind; you couldn’t find anyone out there like him--not like you were looking anyways. It genuinely felt like you’ve been together for years, and when you two were celebrating your six month anniversary, your friends had questioned you saying ‘It’s only been six months?!’

Your relationship with Harry was all things blissful. It was pure happiness and love, and you wouldn’t want it with anyone else. You two rarely got into fights, and if you did, it was most likely a petty and annoyed argument that would have you two back in each other’s arms only twenty minutes after. He was your fresh breath of air that made you laugh and orgasm…multiple times.

It was all smiles and laughs until it wasn’t.

You two had gotten together the second semester of senior year. Meeting at the library because you couldn’t reach a book, it didn’t take long for you both to get together. You had known him for two weeks until he asked you out on a date where he kissed you for the first time. The dates and kisses continued on for six months until you mutually decided to call it quits.

It wasn’t an easy decision, but considering that Harry was going to a different school that was in a different country for his master’s degree in education for the fall semester, and you were also in the midst of your career; interning at a law firm didn’t quite clear up your schedule, only making you busier by the hour. There was barely any time for the two of you to spend time with each other with how busy and hectic your lives were, so there would most likely be no calls coming in or distant texts that were sent out to make it seem like the void had disappeared.

Like two mature adults, you and Harry called it quits after the summer. He moved away to get his master’s and you kept yourself busy at the law firm. It wasn’t easy--still isn’t easy, but it was for the best. The both of you needed to focus on your careers and yourself before you two were ready enough to get back together. That’s if Harry wanted to get back together anyways.

Of course you wanted to get back together with him, but you didn’t know where he stood on that, or if he was even seeing someone. Throughout the two years that he was away, you only saw him during summer and winter breaks, so he could possibly be seeing someone whenever he goes back to school. But now that he had moved back again, your mind was spiraling because now you got to see him more.

Finally, you broke out of your trance, once again thinking about Harry, you saw him looking at you. The both of you completely tuned out to the conversation and laughter coming from your friends. You held your wine glass up, Harry doing the same while smirking before you both sipped your drinks, hoping the sweet wine would relax your bodies.

Nic was picking out a small paper out of the Santa hat Addie was holding. She took a quick peek at it before, smirking to herself before Addie moved over to you for your turn. As you chose your Secret Santa, you hoped it was a good one. It’s not like you didn’t love your friends, some of them were picky, and by some, you mean Nic.

You looked at the piece of paper, smiling before shoving it into your pocket. Addie moved onto Harry who was the last one to choose, and you watched him as he looked at the paper like it was a poker hand. He raised his brows, smirking before he looked up and started to fold the paper. Your eyes looked down at his polished hands, noticing that he still wears the same rings as he did when you first met him. Your favorites were his initial, thinking how incredibly sexy and alluring they looked on him as he walked around confidently. You’ve stolen them multiple times as well, even if they were too big on you, but the thought of walking around with Harry’s name on you just seemed so enticing.

Niall’s laughter brought you out of your sensual thoughts about Harry’s hands and you realized you were caught staring, and Harry knew exactly what you were looking at with the amount of times he’s caught you staring and fantasizing about his hands. Plus, you openly told him that you had a thing for his hands.

A smug smile was seen from Harry, so you took your attention away from him and towards your friends.

“So, what do we say? $50 limit?” Nic suggested, and Elijah rolled his eyes.

“Why are you trying to make me broke? You know I have a huge family, like, 15 cousins!” Elijah debates.

Nic gasped dramatically. “I’m offended you don’t consider us family, Eli!” Elijah playfully rolls his eyes again, turning his head to the side as he smiled into his shoulder, blushing a bit.

You chuckled at their playful banter. You’re a bit surprised they hadn’t gotten together yet because ever since you met them, you could practically feel the tension between them. They were just too stubborn to admit that they liked each other.

“Okay, how about we make it maximum $30?” Harry pitched in. Your eyes had immediately averted to him, and it was like he captured you just by the sound of his voice. “We have exactly six days to get our gifts,” he added. Your friend group has always been one for procrastinating. Everyone is so busy these days that it gets harder to plan hangouts where the entire group could go, but you were all family, so if the gatherings were at three in the morning, everyone would be there.

The group agreed, telling him that was a solid number. You caught Harry’s eye and he softly smiled at you. Giving him one back, you suddenly felt nervous as he smiled, so you chugged the rest of your wine and walked to the kitchen to open a new bottle to bring to the living area.

The bottle made a loud pop sound, which earned an in sync ‘Woo!’ from the group as it was a tradition you all created whenever a new bottle of wine was being opened. Smiling to yourself, you poured yourself a glass before downing it. As you were doing so, Harry walked into the kitchen with his own glass in his hand.

“Hogging all the wine, aren’t you, Y/N?” He teased to clear the awkward and anxious tension between you two, and luckily, you stifled out a giggle.

“You know me and my wine.” You refilled his empty glass while taking a sip of yours. Once you fill it halfway, he clinked your glasses together before taking a sip. His lips meeting the sweet but bitter taste of red wine that you so wished was your lips. The way he curled his lips into his mouth and licking his lips, tasting the flavor had you daydreaming such sultry things about his lips.

You cleared your throat, breaking yourself out of your gaze. “How are you, H? How’s work?”

Harry’s cheeks warmed up at the simple nickname. “I’m doing good, yeah. Work is good. The school is great.” This was Harry’s first semester teaching, and he absolutely loved it. He loved being in the classroom setting, interacting and making sure his students understood the material. He wanted to teach elementary kids, but that would require knowing various subjects when he wanted to focus more on ninth grade English.

“I’m happy for you,” you confessed. You were happy for him, but you wanted to be happy with him. “I know you’re a great teacher, and your students must love you.” You bumped him with your hip gently.

“They’re great. A couple of them have this weird crush on me for some reason.”

“I mean how could they not.” You realized you said that out loud, and you’re fully blaming the alcohol and the few glasses of wine that you already had, leaving you with a rosy cheek tint glow. Harry didn’t say anything but smug as he continued to sip on his drink. You slipped past him to join your friends, and Harry followed. Addie gave you a knowing look, hoping to communicate with just her eyes as she saw you and Harry walk out of the kitchen together, and you simply nodded, gesturing that you were okay.

The rest of the night went by quite fun as the boys helped Addie hang up the rest of her decorations while scoffing and rolling her eyes because they weren’t cooperating. You and Nic were sitting on the floor watching and laughed, pouring yourselves more glasses of wine. Your heart skipped a few beats as you watched Harry the entire time, laughing and smiling, and sometimes looking over at you just to get a simple glance at your face to suffice his heart from the heartache of not being able to hold or kiss you.

You’ve always liked shopping alone. Shopping with Nic and Addie could be stressful, no matter how much you loved them. You would only go to the shoppes with them if you weren’t looking for anything to buy, but since you were Christmas shopping and the stores were getting busier counting down to Christmas day, you had passed on their invitation to shop with them. There was nobody bugging or nagging you, causing you to get distracted; just you, a basketful of snacks, and Christmas music playing through your headphones.

You couldn’t wait to give your Secret Santa gift because you’ve put a lot of thought into it ever since you found out who your receiver was. You’ve been doing Secret Santa with your friends since the third year of college. At first, your friends group was only you, Nic, Addie, and Niall—you’ve known Niall since you were sixteen, and you met the girls your first year of uni—until Nic met Elijah during the second semester of junior year, who was quickly accepted, and then you met Harry.

You’ve all become a close knit of friends, and each and every single one of you have met other people, but there was nothing like this group. With bonding and connecting so well, all you needed was each other, and you couldn’t be more grateful.

As you were looking at the collection of whiskey, you felt a body brush passed you, slightly bumping into you as they tried getting through the narrow aisle. You jolted forward a tad bit, making you take a step forward to let the person behind you pass through.

“So sorry,” the familiar voice said. The music playing through your headphones was not even halfway up since you still wanted to be aware of your surroundings, but you could recognize that voice anywhere.

Turning around to look at the person behind you, sure enough, it was the one and only.

“Harry?” You called out, taking out your headphones. He turned around, and once he saw you, he immediately smiled.

“H-Hi. I didn’t expect to see you,” he nervously blurted out a false statement. He knew that this was your go to store and you would always drag him there because they always had your favorite snacks in stock.

You chuckled. “Yeah, I didn’t expect to see you here either.” Unlike his statement, yours was true. When you were with him, he would always ask you why you couldn’t stop at any of the other shops because this one was on the other side of where you lived. But you simply told him that it was because you would feel like you would be cheating on this store with the others because this was your go-to place, and the employees here were just lovely.

“Shopping for yourself?” Harry asked.

You looked down at your basket. “Oh, no. For my Secret Santa. What about you? What are you doing here?”

“I, uh, I was on this side of town and,” he turned around to face the wine section before grabbing a bottle of Pinot Noir. “Just needed to get this,” he said as he held it up.

“Night in?”

“Hmm, yeah,” he nodded.

“With…someone, or?” You tried your best to not show your anxiousness when you asked him if he was having a night in with someone that’s not you.

Harry’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “No, no. Not with anyone…” Your shoulders relaxed and a small smile appeared on your face. You slightly nodded your head, containing your relief. “You look great!” He complimented. You were wearing your work attire; a black pencil skirt with a white silk, semi turtleneck long sleeve, and a black coat thrown over. You were also in nude heels, which weren’t the best to shop in, but you had forgotten to bring a change of shoes.

You blushed. “Thank you. I came here straight from work.” Harry’s brows raised. You were always one for a sense of style, so he wasn’t surprised that you would look this good going to work.

“Really? How is work going, by the way?”

“Good, actually. I’m still interning at the law firm, so I’m pretty busy. But overall it’s great! A lot of research, mock cases, and sometimes the interns get to sit and watch in the courtroom. It’s pretty thrilling,” you said excitedly. Harry smiled, missing how you would explain things so eagerly. “This is my last year interning, so hopefully I could work at the law firm I’m already interning at, and become a permanent lawyer there.”

“I’m sure they’d love to have you there. You’re great, really. They’d be stupid to let you go…” he trailed off. There was a double meaning to his words, and you were wondering if Harry thought he was dumb enough to let you go. Not wanting to dwell on his words any longer, you murmured a soft ‘Thanks’ to him and smiled. Harry nodded, mentally beating himself up over his words and how he was really the stupid one to let you go.

“I, uh, should go, or my sister will be suspicious,” you chuckled. “I hope you have a great night, Harry.” You grabbed a bottle of whiskey before walking passed him. You weren’t even done shopping, but you couldn’t be in the same room as him without thinking of the memories that had always lingered, making you nostalgic and sad because you don’t know if you would be able to make more memories with him.

Harry was left alone in the aisle as he watched you walk over to the register to pay for your items. Just when you were done, you looked up, giving him a soft smile and waving at him before you turned around and walked out of the store. Harry’s heart fluttered, but at the same time, it was pounding through his chest. He mentally cursed himself for being so nervous around you, making an awkward tension fill the air. He couldn’t tell you what you were really doing at your store--no, he couldn’t.

Because what would you say if he told you that he’s been going to your store ever since you two broke up and whenever he’s in town just because it reminded him of you. The four walls somewhat mended his broken heart as he felt comfort inside of the shop because some of his best memories of you are in this very store. And since he couldn’t step into your apartment to immediately feel at home, your favorite store would have to do…for now.

Right when you entered Addie’s home, you were met with the loud music of the holiday season, along with Addie, Nic, and Elijah singing the lyrics to one another as they jumped and danced with a glass of their preferred alcohol in their hand.

They hadn’t heard the door open since the music was quite loud, so you took the opportunity to take a quick video of them as you smiled at your lovely friends, who felt so careless at the moment. Once the song ended, you put your phone away, and Eli was the one who spotted you first.

“Ah, there she is!” He walked over to you, giving you a big hug. You giggled as he slightly picked you up from the ground and twirling you. You were sure that he was already buzzed, and you were wondering how many glasses he’s had already, or if he pregamed by himself to calm himself down for talking to Nic, just like you had done to prepare you for a night with Harry, which you hadn’t done tonight.

There was a part of you that wanted to take a shot or two to ease your nerves, but you realized that you needed to stop doing that because as far as you know, you and Harry are most likely going to be friends for a long time. So, drinking almost every week did not sound fun to you.

Nic poured you a glass of wine, clinking your glasses together as you took your first sip of alcohol that night. You helped Addie set up the food onto the table along with some Christmas designed plates and utensils. Just as you were counting the utensils, you heard a loud Santa laugh coming from Niall, making everyone turn their heads towards the door. Niall walked in, carrying a bag-full of presents and Harry followed with a three foil wrapped aluminum trays in his hands as he chuckled at Niall’s way of making himself known. Your face immediately heated up at the sight of your ex-boyfriend because he looked good.

Although you loved every version of Harry, there was something about Harry Styles in the snowy winter that made your knees weak. He was bundled up in a sweater with a coat tossed over, and he wore boots. His hair was slightly messy from the wind as he shook off the snow that had fallen onto his locks. His nose was always red too, and when he would press a kiss to your cheek, you would feel the icy cold tip of his nose, contrasting to your warm cheeks. And it’s a tragedy that you’ve never spent a winter season with him when you were together, only two Christmases after the breakup.

Winter Harry was your favorite, and all you wanted to do was snuggle up with him.

Niall and Harry made their rounds to greet everyone, and Harry would always make sure you were the last one he greeted, just so he could hold and hug you a little longer.

“Merry Christmas Eve, Eve,” you said once he got to you. He smiled and chuckled, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You laid your head against his chest, taking in his scent and natural warmth, even though he just came from the cold. “What’d you bring?” You asked once you pulled away.

“I brought the cheesy garlic bread, brussel sprouts, and crab cakes,” he smiled.

You gasped. “Your specialty. My mouth is already watering.”’ You clapped your hands in excitement.

Harry giggled, leaning against the kitchen countertop. “Sure is, and it’s some of your favorite dishes of mine too,” he remembered. You blushed, heart fluttering as he didn’t forget your favorite foods.

Harry was always a chef of his own; he loved cooking. Learning from Anne, he made it his mission to make his own homemade food after he moved out, and she would always tell him that you could always show your love through food. From there, he learned more about cooking and seemed to love everything about it. Whenever the group has gatherings for special occasions and everyone agrees for a potluck, Harry always made sure to talk to everyone and see what they wanted him to cook.

When you two were together, he did the majority of the cooking. There would be times when you wanted to help, but he would simply tell you that you needed to let him do it and relax. That was something you loved about him—he was always a giver and didn’t expect to receive anything back, in more than one way.

You and Harry were definitely ones for staying in, and he would always whip up the best food that was filled with so much love and flavor.

“Once you two are done loving over there, we’d like some help over here!” Niall called out from the dining area. Your eyes widened as Harry’s cheeks turned pink. Harry held his arm out, gesturing you to go first, and you walked out of the kitchen as he followed behind you.

The group’s attention and eyes were on you and Harry, and your brows furrowed as you mouthed a ‘What?’ at them, and they instantly went back to setting up the food as if nothing happened. You turned around to look at Harry confusingly and he shrugged his shoulders, just as confused.

The music was playing, the decorations were lit up, and the food was settling into everyone’s stomach, followed by drinks as a warm feeling laid over everyone. It was overall a great time with them as it always was, and since Christmas was coming up in just two days, the merry feeling was always everyone’s moods.

As everyone was laughing and having a great time, Addie had gotten a knock from her neighbor, asking if everyone could keep the volume down. Everyone was holding in their laugh because you all hadn’t realized how loud you’ve gotten.

“I’m pretty sure they knew it was going to be a long night when it was just the three of them dancing and screaming,” you pointed out to Addie, Nic, and Elijah, and they all laughed, agreeing.

“Wait, what?” Niall asked confusingly.

“Right when I walked in, they were screaming at the top of their lungs. Wait, I have a video.” You pulled your phone out of the front pocket of your sweater and showed Niall the twenty second video.

He cackled. “Hey, thanks for waiting for us,” he teased, giving your phone back to you.

You leaned back onto Harry’s leg, since you were sitting on the floor and he was sitting on the chair behind you, and you looked up at him to show him the video. He leaned forward, placing his forearms on his thighs as you shifted closer to him so you were sitting in between his legs. Harry’s lips curled into his mouth, and he was grateful that you weren’t facing him because he was flustered. You pressed play, and he watched as he chuckled, watching his friends have a good time.

“Wait, I also wanted to show you this video,” you mentioned once the video was over. You scrolled through your pictures, and Harry was watching you go through your camera roll. He saw pictures of buildings, food, you and the girls, and some of them were just of you. Before he could really think about your own pictures, you found the video of your family dog and showed Harry.

As you and Harry were watching the video, your four other friends were eyeing you two and whispering things to each other suspiciously. Nic took a few pictures of the moment because the sight was just so cute, but everyone was wondering when you two were getting back together.

And you were wondering the same.

For a few minutes, you and Harry were in your own little world as you two talked about your family; never making the effort to change the position you were in--you had just turned your body so you could see him better. You’ve missed times like these where everything else, outside of the bubble you two created, didn’t seem to matter. The way his eyes gleamed when he talked to you had lulled you in, making you depart from every thought you were trying to create while the only thought that dawdled was Harry.

“Alright, let’s pass out our Secret Santa gifts before we’re all too drunk,” Niall suggested, popping yours and Harry’s bubble. You moved out of between Harry’s legs to sit beside him where you were before. You looked up at him, softly smiling and he gave you one back. His eyes looked like they wanted to say something, and you so badly wanted to crawl into his mind to know what he was thinking.

Everyone agreed, getting up to grab their gifts. Addie also grabbed the Santa hat that you had to wear if it was your turn to pass out your gift. The Santa hat had been through four Christamases with the group, and it was the little things that made you happy.

Addie decides to go first since she was the host. She put the Santa hat on before she started. “First one! My Secret Santa is…Elijah!” She walked over to him, giving him her gift as he smiled, thanking her. He opened her gift and gasped as it was a new headset for his PlayStation since he was always talking about how one side was completely dead. Addie placed the hat onto his head as he grabbed his gift.

“So, this one is for…” he smiled before walking over to the other end of the couch. “Nic.” Her eyes widened, taking the gift from his hands, and he took a seat next to her on the floor. She ripped open the wrapping paper before she paused, looking back at him. It was a large rectangle frame of pictures of her and Eli with a note in the middle saying ‘4 years as best friends, countless laughs, and one question unasked. Will you go on a date with me?’ Nic squealed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. It was like he was proposing to her because she screamed out a loud yes. “Life is too damn short. I can’t wait to go another day without calling you my girl, so I wanted to take my chances,” he told her. You smiled at them, realizing it’s been too long, and you were so happy for them.

It was Nic’s turn, which she completely forgot about because she was so overjoyed, and she walked up to Harry to give him her gift. He thanked her before opening it, receiving a set of nail polish, a few face masks, a vanilla candle, and a gift card to one of his favorite restaurants.

Harry was up, and he was a bit nervous for this one. You knew that it could either be you, Niall, or Addie since you were the three left without gifts. He stood in front of the fireplace as everyone looked at him. You thought he looked absolutely adorable in that Santa hat, which you think every single year. He slowly walked over to Niall, making him beam, but turned around and walked over to you, earning a ‘Hey!’ from Niall.

“Merry Christmas Eve, Eve,” Harry greeted you, handing you your gift. You smiled brightly, grabbing the box. It was a quite heavy box with brown wrapping paper with reindeers on it and a large red bow. “I wrapped it myself,” he smirked, playfully flipping his shirt hair, and you giggled.

You ripped the paper and opened the box, eyes softening. In the box, there was a graphic tee, your —and his—favorite fresh perfume by Jo Malone, five pens with your first and last name engraved in the middle, a Cravings cookbook from Chrissy Teigen and a yellow and white vertical striped apron with the words ‘Summer Lovin’ with a sun embroidered at the top. Your eyes watered at the words at the special but emotional meaning behind it.

Two months before you and Harry broke up, you knew it was the end. You both agreed that you would spend two months together before you had to part ways with one another. It was the most special and fun summer you ever had, but emotionally, it was the worst. Knowing that you weren’t going to be together anymore by the end of it was behind the facade of the endless laughter and love. You really didn’t want it to be over, but you understood and needed to grow separately and blossom with your careers.

The words behind the embroidered apron was from one summer night. You and Harry had a bonfire at the beach, and you were cuddled up with him as he held a blanket around the both of you. You had tequila disguised like water as you held your bottle up to the best summer loving. You wished the circumstances were different, but if it’s meant to be, then he’ll come back to you.

“You’ve always wanted to learn how to cook and I’ve seen that you’re starting to on your Instagram stories, so I thought these were the perfect things to get you so you could be a proper chef now,” he said with a soft smile.

Harry truly paid attention to the small details of your life. Together or not, he intently listened and observed without anyone knowing. He nailed it down to the small details; from the perfume, the pens, and the apron. The sentiment behind it was what made the gift so special, and the person who gifted it to you completed and made it so much better.

As your vision had gone glassy, you sat on your knees, reaching up at Harry for a hug. He bent down to your eye level, sitting on his knees as well as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You held him tightly, sniffling into his shoulder as a rush of overwhelming emotions hit you. Your heart fluttered and pounded at the same time—a feeling that was familiar to your body when it came to Harry.

“Thank you so much. This is the most thoughtful gift ever,” you said into his shoulder. This gift was number two on the list of gifts you’ve received from him, following Harry himself as your number one, of course.

Harry pulled his head back slightly to press a kiss to the side of your head. The gesture had made your heart swoon and you smiled against his shoulder. Everyone was watching you two interact, and they all thought this was finally the moment where you two would get back together again. They’ve all seen you two suffer enough being without each other, along with the heavy tension that there was. All they wanted was for you both to be happy.

You pulled away from him, looking up at his green eyes as they stared into you. He offered you a small smile that took your breath away before he wrapped one arm around your shoulder, bringing you into his side as he wasn’t quite done holding you.

After a few minutes, your friends had let you have your moment before Niall complained how he didn’t have a gift yet. You and Harry chuckled, letting go of one another, and he placed the Santa hat onto your head before you slowly started walking over to Niall. When you handed him his gift, he cheered happily before opening it. You had given him several customized guitar pics with his initials printed onto them, a leather notebook since he liked to write songs, and Proper 12 Irish Whiskey, which was fitting because he’s Irish and he likes Connor McGregor. He thanked you with a big hug, picking you up off the ground with one arm as he held the alcohol bottle in the other.

Addie was the last one who hadn’t received a gift, and Niall was her Secret Santa. He gave her a bunch of makeup with your help, and a tupperware set, which she had been asking for since everyone always took her containers because she liked hosting so many parties.

The rest of the night had gone on for a few more hours before everyone was pretty tired, deciding to call it a night. Everyone helped clean up, making sure to help Addie with the dishes and putting or throwing stuff away. Although you were cleaning, you loved your entire group. This was your family--the closest people to you. The ones who know everything about you and would laugh at you when you fall before falling with you. You were entirely grateful for everyone in this room, and you couldn’t have asked for a better group to spend more holidays and days with.

After the cleaning was done, Niall and Eli started to head out, not before Eli was satisfied with the amount of goodbyes he gave Nic with how long the hug was. Niall had to physically pull him off, telling him the Uber was outside.

You were washing your hands before Harry walked over next to you, handing you a towel to dry off your hands. “Thank you,” you muttered, shyly smiling.

“Uh, I wanted to ask if you wanted to come over?” He proposed. Your brows raised at his question. You and the girls had planned on having a sleepover after, but the prospect of going home with Harry had sounded much better (no offense to your friends).

“I was planning to sleepover here…” you decided to innocently tease, even though you knew you were going to say yes.

“I already asked them, and they said I could take you. I could drop you back off here if you want. So, the answer is up to you,” he smirked. A blush appeared onto your cheeks, admiring the fact that he asked your friends for permission if he could take you home.

“There’s bound to be talk tomorrow,” you teased, lightly nudging him.

“I’ll take my chances,” he smiled, a hopeful look presented on his face.

You breathed out a chuckle, looking at him for a moment before you nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Harry’s eyes widened as the corners of his lips turned up. You grabbed your phone and your coat before walking over to Addie and Nic who were both cuddled up on the couch, saying goodbye to them. They sent you a playful wink, and you rolled your eyes as nerves startled to settle in your stomach.

You followed Harry out of the door, the cold air brisking past you as you walked to his car. He opened the passenger and you thanked him before getting in. Harry started the car and the song that was playing was ‘Baby, It’s Cold Outside.’ It was a song you loved ever since you were a little girl, and you remembered the times you and your mom would always sing it in the car. You smiled at the memory, humming as you hoped it would be a way to distract you from the anxious feeling that you have.

You started humming to the tune as quietly as you possibly could, but Harry heard it as he started to hum it as well. You looked at him through your peripheral vision, noticing that he started to tap his fingers against the steering wheel.

You were about to start singing until you noticed that he pulled into his driveway, so you contained yourself and closed your coat, getting out of the car as you followed him into his home. You’ve only been inside his home three times--those three times being when he would suggest everyone hang out there. It was a lovely place and whenever you were sitting on his couch, you had wished you shared the space with him.

Harry lit up the fireplace, placing the metal shield in front of it before turning back towards you and smiling. “Make yourself comfortable. I’m just going to get us some hot chocolate, if that’s alright?” He asked, wanting to know your preferred drink.

“Sound good.” You hung your coat onto the coat rack before walking over to his turquoise velvet couch and taking a seat, getting comfortable to an extent, not knowing how comfortable you should get.

Not long after, Harry came back with a wooden tray, and he placed it on the coffee table in front of you. There were two mugs filled with milk, two hot chocolate kits, and spoons.

“I made these for my students, and I just so happened to have two extra kits, so this will be fun,” he smiled, and you gave him one back appreciatively. You thought that it was cute and sweet of him to give something to his students for the holiday season. Normally, teachers don’t give them anything, but Harry wasn’t just any other teacher.

A somewhat comfortable silence fell over you two as you both made your own hot chocolate, and you listened to the fireplace roar. Once you two were done, you clicked your glasses together before taking a sip. The warm and comforting drink made you smile and was overall delicious.

Harry didn’t know what to say or how to say what he really wanted to say. It felt like he had non stop thoughts running through his head, but when he opened his mouth to start, there was a delay. An overwhelming feeling took over him and he wanted to yell at himself for not saying how he really felt.

“Y/N-”

“Harry.”

Just like before, your minds had been in sync, causing you both to speak at the same time. A light laugh came out of both of your mouths.

“You go first,” you told him.

Harry took a deep breath. “How’re you doing?” He asked. Out of everything he could have said, that was the only question that came out of his mouth, but he figured it’s a good start to getting somewhere.

“Truthfully?” He nodded. “I’m doing okay. I’ve managed to distract myself from worrying about the future with work, and so far, it’s been helping.”

“What are you worried about?” Harry wondered curiously. He could feel his heart pounding through his chest, and if he’s being honest, it’s been that way the first time he saw you…ever.

“Worried if I’m gonna be where I want to be career wise, and…” you trailed off.

“And what?” He encouraged you to continue. His stare was so intimidating and deep that the words flew off your tongue, making them unforgettable. “Ba--Y/N?” He called out for you, noticing how he almost slipped up and called you ‘baby,’ and you so wished he hadn’t stopped himself.

You finally mustered up the courage to speak your thoughts. “I’m afraid that I’m gonna be alone,” you said honestly.

Harry’s brows furrowed, shaking his head instantly. “You’re not alone, no. You have your family, all of us--your friends, me-”

“You?” Your brows raised.

“Yeah-”

“Harry, you’re the reason why I’m so worried…” you confessed. You were starting to get frustrated--not at Harry, but at yourself because you had planned to have this conversation a different day. You tried to calm yourself down, and Harry could practically see that you were getting angry at yourself. You had a certain stressful and frustrated look that he would notice when you started to beat yourself up over things. And throughout the months of being with you, especially when you were in the midst of law school, he learned how to calm you down.

Harry placed his hand on your knee; the touch being unexpected to you, but it had brought you immediate comfort. He pulled you into his side and you rested your head on his shoulder, looping your arm under his, the one that’s on your leg, and hugged his arm. Harry’s other hand touched your arm, caressing and soothing you. His actions had felt very natural and familiar to him. He would comfort you like this when you were feeling stressed. Normally, he wanted to cuddle you tightly, but this was your preferred way to calm down because in a way, he was still holding you, and you were still in control and didn’t feel like you were suffocating if he had held you tightly.

You stayed like that for a few moments, and you had calmed down a bit already, but you just wanted to be close to him and cherish the moment.

After a few minutes, you pulled away and turned towards him, smiling softly. Your heart warmed at the fact that he remembered exactly what to do when you started to feel anxious, and you may have fallen in love with him even more…after all these years.

“Now, wanna tell me why you’re so worried?” He asked softly, not wanting his tone to be pressuring, and you’re grateful for it.

“I’m worried I’m going to have to live a life without you. It terrifies me to think about you going out and meeting someone, and I would have to watch you get married to someone else that’s not me. That you would be sharing this home with someone that’s not me.” Your eyes start to water, and you had mentally told yourself that you wouldn’t cry, but you didn’t believe yourself in the slightest. “Watching you love someone else is going to be the most difficult thing I would have to do.”

Your tears had fully fallen down your face, which is unfortunate because you both had such a good day with your friends and it was nearly Christmas. Quickly wiping your tears away, you got up from the couch, and headed towards the door. Harry was confused until he saw you grab your coat, putting it on. In a flash, Harry got up from the couch, walking towards you.

“W-What are you doing?” He asked.

“I really can’t stay…” you told him sadly. You had no idea how you were getting home or back to Addie’s since it’s snowing, so you don’t know if there were any Ubers out, especially at this time. “This evening has been…so very nice, Harry.”

“You don’t have to leave. Baby, it’s cold outside, c’mon,” he pleaded with worried eyes. Your heart melted at his words and the name that he used to call you, making you pause in your movement.

“Please,” he pleaded softly, taking a small step forward, and your breath hitched in your throat as you looked up at him. There was a dead silence between you two that was tension filled, and you had no clue what was going to happen next until he opened his mouth.

“Mind if I move in closer?” He whispered. The sound would barely be audible if anyone else was there, so he said those words specifically for you to hear.

You shook your head, and he took another step forward. Your bodies were a centimeter away from being pressed up against one another, and your heart was beating so fast, making your hands shake and tremble. He looked down at you so intently that you were under his spell, and you were conflicted as you wish you knew how to break the spell as his green eyes looked deep into you, luring you in even more.

You took a deep breath. “Kiss me already,” you breathed out. Harry’s heart nearly stopped at your words, but he slightly smirked as he blushed, brushing your hair behind your ears before taking your face into your hands and leaning down to place a deep and passionate kiss onto your lips.

This feeling, this touch, this man was what you’ve been waiting for these past two years. Throughout those years, you felt like giving up; accepting the fact that he wasn’t going to love you again. But he had proved you wrong in the simple brush of his lips and tongue that were in sync with yours, making the spark between you grow bigger and bigger. The spark that had never lost its power, but was on pause.

You grabbed a fistful of his shirt, pulling him closer as the other hand was wrapped around his back. Harry had you pushed up against his front door, and you had the urge to lift your leg up to wrap it around him, but you resisted.

Harry wanted more, too. His hands trailed down from your face to your back, closing the nonexistent proximity between you, and guided you back to the couch. You were walking backwards, completely trusting him that he wouldn’t let you fall as his lips never left yours.

You giggled once the back of your legs hit the couch, falling onto the soft material as Harry hovered over you, laying in between your legs. He looked at you for a moment, studying every freckle, the crimson color on your cheeks, the curve when you smile, your glimmering eyes, and your cute nose. He knew that it was exactly how he remembered. After a couple of years being separated, a beautiful face like yours was hard to forget.

“You’re quite crazy to think I’d want to live the rest of my life with someone else when you’re right in front of me,” he suddenly said. Your eyes widened at his confession. “Never wanna be without you ever again. Thought you didn’t want to be with me when I came back, so I just didn’t bother. But you have no idea how much I missed you. I missed you so much.”

He placed soft kisses all around your face as he spoke, leaving you feeling so tender and soft as he was so gentle with you. For someone who’s on her way to becoming a lawyer and always having to have an answer for everything, you were speechless. The words that you’ve been waiting for for so long were music to your ears. It rolled off his tongue so smoothly, slick like honey, and you connected your lips with his again, swirling your tongue against his as you devoured his words. Hands finding their way to his hair, you gripped on his locks and pulled just the way he liked it, earning a groan from him, and you smirked against his mouth.

You pulled back, leaving him breathless. Swollen lips, blushed cheeks, and smiles plastered on his face, you said the words you’ve been itching to say. “I love you,” you blurted out. The words had rolled off your tongue so effortlessly, making shivers run down Harry’s spine as his eyes watered up. “I was listening to Elijah earlier, and he’s right. Life’s too fucking short to not have what you want.”

He took one of your hands into his, bringing it up to his lips before placing a kiss onto the back of your hand. Your other hand was playing with the curls that laid delicately on his hands, scratching it lightly.

“Missed hearing you say those words.” He smiled, tears making their way down his face. “I love you too. So, so much that you have no idea how I feel when you walk into the room and I see your beautiful face. I love you. I love you. I love you, baby.” His affirmations had caused you to softly sob—the two of you a crying mess from the obvious but unspoken love that was finally being released again. “It’s always been you. You’ve always been my girl, did you know that?” You tilted your head a bit. “Never gonna go a day without reminding you that you are, because you’ve never not been my girl. Had to love and admire you from afar, but just wanted to hold you and kiss you.”

“You can kiss and hold me all you want now, my love,” you reassured him, and he dug his face into your neck, placing a soft kiss against your skin.

You smiled so brightly as your heart felt so happy and overflowed with love, and he matched your grin, feeling the same way.

The two of you kissed each other for a bit more, whispering sweet words, and laughed and talked about anything and everything—truly catching up with one another.

“Oh.” He got off of you, making you slightly pout from the weight of laying on you that you already missed. “I actually got you another gift.”

“Harry…you already got me enough.” It was true. Along with the thoughtful gift, he was your true Christmas miracle.

“I know. But this one, I wanted to give to you in private, and this is the perfect moment, so let me do this?” He looked at you with sweet and pleading eyes with a small smile on his face. Who could ever say no to that adorable face? Certainly not you.

You nodded, and he shot up, heading towards the stairs. “Give me thirty seconds,” he said before rushing up the stairs.

You heard him shuffling up there, and the sound of a drawer opening and closing. Thirty seconds later, he was walking downstairs, holding a white box wrapped in a red bow. He sat back down next to you, looking into your eyes as he spoke.

“This is what I wanted to give you when we were alone. It didn’t matter the outcome of how things turned out between us tonight, I just wanted to give you this because I think you’ll appreciate it. It reminded me of you when I saw it, and I knew I had to get it.” He handed you the box with slightly shaky hands.

You untied the bow, taking the top off. A gasp came from your mouth as you picked up the chain. It was a little gold sun pendant, symbolizing your summer together. You studied the charm for a moment, delicately touching it as you teared up at the meaning behind it. It matched quite well with your embroidered apron, and the two together would be quite the match.

“Thank you, Harry. This is so sweet of you.” You leaned forward, giving him a hasty kiss to his lips, smiling against them. “Help me put it on?” He nodded eagerly. You handed him the necklace before turning around, lifting your hair. You felt the cool metal chain hit your skin along with Harry’s lingering touches across your shoulders, causing your skin to pebble. He placed a quick kiss to your neck before pulling away. You turned around to meet his eyes as you smiled.

“Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.” He kissed your forehead. “I’m so happy. Merry Christmas Eve, Eve, baby.”

“Merry Christmas Eve, Eve, my love.”

You cuddled into his side as the silence took over. The only thing was heard was the pounding of your love-filled hearts along with the cracking of the fire. Sure, it was cold outside, but right here in Harry’s arms, you were warmer than ever.

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sevendeadlymorons · 3 years

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Double penetration from Satan and Levi. You get me? 👀

I get you 👀

I cannot think of one possible way how I can make this GN so it’ll be for a F!MC. Hope you don’t mind :)

Stuffed Full

Pairings: Leviathan x Satan x F!MC

Words: 2,380

NSFW // Smut // Threesome

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You were staring at your D.D.D in the dark, the bright light from the screen shining down onto you as you played a game Levi had requested you try out earlier. Hours had gone by, and when you turned to look at the clock besides you, it was well past midnight. You stretched, letting out a yawn, contemplating putting your phone down and going to sleep, or playing for a couple more hours. You knew you had RAD tomorrow and had to be up early, so you put the device down, since you knew you weren’t going to be able to get up in the morning if you didn’t.

A few minutes later, the sound of an incoming text buzzed on your side table, startling you awake. You pinched the bridge of your nose, squinting at the screen, carefully reading the words on your D.D.D with drowsy eyes.

“Any of you awake?”

It was from Levi in a group you were in with him and Satan. You rolled your eyes and let out a small laugh, not surprised he’d still be up. I wonder if Satan’s up too... You texted back a quick yes and sat up properly, watching your message show the ‘seen’ icon within seconds of sending it. He began typing and another message was sent.

“I’m so bored. Can I come over? I got some new anime we can watch”

You shook your head, knowing if he came over, you’d be up until the early hours of the morning, and you aren’t prepared for that. You were about to let him down lightly until someone else in the chat started typing.

“Can I join? I just woke up abruptly and can’t get back to sleep”

Levi sent a yes, sir devilmoji, to which the two of them then started discussing how they’d both be over in 5. Great.

You stare down at your bare legs. Maybe you should put some shorts on... Last time you didn’t wear anything, Levi had passed out and you had to drag him by his leg to Lucifer. You cringe at the thought and swing your legs out of the covers and jump out of bed to grab some shorts from the drawer, rummaging through the seemingly endless amount of booty shorts that you own. You find a nice pair and slip them on, checking yourself out in the mirror until you hear a sharp knock on the door followed by the familiar voice of Levi.

You open the door with a smile to see Satan and Levi standing in the doorway, flashing you a grin with piles of books and anime’s in their arms. How long do they plan on staying exactly... you step aside and let them in, watching Satan pull over a chair to sit and Levi casually dive onto your bed like he usually does. You roll your eyes and sit next to him on the bed, watching his cheeks glow a faint shade of pink as he attempts to hide it by laying out multiple movies in front of you.

“Ok! So we’ve got this one, my personal favourite. Or there’s this one. It’s not the best but the opening song is amazing. Ooh this ones great too, it’s about-“ Levi’s words droned out as you nodded as if you’re listening. You were just too tired for his rambles really and was actually really tempted to go to sleep. Sure they wouldn’t mind. You felt your eyes droop and your head jolt forward sleepily. You were nearly about to fall asleep when you felt someone place a hand on your shoulder. You turn your head to see Satan looking at you, concerned. He supports you by your shoulder, leaning you back so your back is against the head board. You give him a weak smile as he squeezes up next to you, placing his hand around your waist. followed by Levi who shyly rests his head on your shoulder. You feel nice and warm between them and you couldn’t help but begin to doze off.

Between tired blinks, you hear them murmuring to each other, but you couldn’t hear them very well. It was like the world around you had began to go silent. All you heard was your name and you felt occasional glances your way. You couldn’t ignore it though, as much as you wanted to. You were so curious.

Seconds pass and you feel a hand place on your thigh. You trace up the arm to find out the owner of the hand was Levi, his heart practically hammering in his chest from the simple gesture he gave you, his eyes filled with curiosity as he gives your leg a quick squeeze, staring at you, as if waiting for you to push him off. You weren’t going to, of course, because it’s not every day he shows you affection in front of his brothers. You hum onto his shoulder and enjoy the warmth of his palm as he squeezes it comfortingly.

At first, you could only feel Levi’s hand squeezing at your thighs, but soon after, you realize Satan was palming at the other, his fingers slowly trailing up to the hem of your shorts, listening intently to the way your breathing hitches from his sudden touched. You sighed his name but he shushed you, slipping his fingers under until he reached your pelvis line. You gasped and felt him squeeze harder on you. Levi retaliated as you found his hand was closer towards your pelvis as well. You looked at them in confusion, but you definitely weren’t going to complain. You’d always had a thing for the boys so you were enjoying yourself. A bit too much...

You leant your head back against the board and felt them go in for your exposed neck, sucking and nibbling wherever they could as they both breathed heavily into your ears. The hand around your waist tightened as he moved closer, slipping his hand into your shirt and fingering your clit through your underwear. You let out a short moan from the sudden touch, feeling yourself getting wetter every time he moved his finger. Levi suddenly let out a huff and bit down on the sensitive part of your neck, making you gasp and a moan squeak out when he begins licking and trailing his tongue up and down your neck until he reaches your ear.

They kept going for what felt like hours, teasing you with their fingers and tongue, until the hand that was in your shorts slipped out and went to your chin, pulling you into a deep kiss. You moaned on Satan’s lips but pushed forward into him, savouring the taste of his tongue as you move your hand to cup the side of his face. You begin to eye to the other side of you, watching Levi pull a jealous face and grab hold of your thigh tightly. You move your other hand to the cheek and rub it, just as you were doing with Satan, feeling him lean into your touch as his face burns up onto your palm. He’d momentarily stopped squeezing your thigh too, but not until he started back up, slipping his hand straight into your pants, and sliding a finger into your pussy. You jolt forward, moaning loudly onto Satan’s lips as you grind onto Levi’s hand.

He pulls away from the kiss and leans forward, taking off his shirt as he motions to his partner to stop and do the same. He takes his hand out and you whine, begging him with your eyes to continue while the two men stare at you shirtless, eyeing closely at your breasts. Oh yeah, you hadn’t put on a bra so your nipples were pretty visible right now. You could feel their eyes burning into you, and you begin to take the hint as you slowly remove your shirt, watching them lick their lips hungrily as you reveal your tits for them to see. Levi was the first to lunge forward, straddling you while he clamps his lips around one of your nipples and sucks harshly, your head swinging back as you involuntarily grab a chunk of his hair and pull.

Satan eventually joins. He begins to pull down your shorts, watching you bite your lip lewdly, staring down at your lacy panties that were soaked with your own fluids. He leans back and let’s Levi pull you forward, still firmly attached to your tit. He gets in behind you and pulls you against his crotch, his erection rubbing against your ass as he slowly grinds into you. You lay your head on his shoulder and stare up at him lustfully as the two men caressed and suckled on your body.

Levi’s hand attached itself to the lining of your panties, slowly pulling them down confidently, but still looking up at you, begging for an answer. You nod frantically and moan his name, tugging his hair. He quickly pulls down your underwear, and connects his tongue with your clit, causing you to gasp and groan into Satan’s neck in pleasure. He pulls your leg onto his shoulder and lips his tongue deep inside of you while the demon behind you curls his fingers around your nipple, giving them a pinch. You were such a mess and they could see that. You were crying out both of their names, grabbing onto whatever part of their body that you could get to.

“I think she’s ready, Levi” Satan mentioned to Levi, who nodded and hastily shuffled between your spread legs, staring into your eyes with this lewd look, a bright blush covering his entire face while he slipped out his cock for you to see. Your eyes widened at the length of him. It twitched as he neared closer towards your pussy, placing his tip near your entrance and adjusting himself, ready to thrust inwards. Satan’s hand were placed on the inside of your thighs, keeping them spread for his brother to enter inside of you. You both let out loud moans when he quickly slips inside of you. Not even half way onto his cock and you already feel full, clenching your walls around him and watching him groan and continue to go deeper. He quickly pushes inside of you and you cry out in pleasure, feeling him thrust in and out of your weeping hole.

You were too preoccupied by Levi that you didn’t notice you were sitting on Satan’s lap, his exposed cock dangerously close to your ass. You whimper his name in fear but he doesn’t respond, instead just continues to focus on your hole as he pushes his cock against you. You couldn’t think straight to focus on both. In front of you, Levi was pounding into you, his hand on your shoulder as he presses his nails into you, a focused look on his face while he seductively pushes his hair back with his free hand. And on the back, Satan was placing his length against you, threatening to enter inside your ass. The overstimulation was driving you insane. You couldn’t help yourself, you wrapped an arm around his neck and hoisted yourself up slightly, then without hesitation, slammed yourself down onto his cock, making him gasp into your ear and bite down on your neck.

“Was kitty desperate?” He teased into your ear as he continued to bite down on your neck while you rode his cock, both holes filled from the two boys. “Perhaps I should punish you...” You pant from the excessive pleasure and nod your head slowly, his hands wrapped around both your tits until he slowly moves them down your body towards your hips, grabbing them firmly and slamming you down to stop you from riding him. “Be patient, MC” You nod your head obediently, awaiting his next move.

You feel both boys suddenly stop, disappointing arousing inside of you as you thought this was your punishment. You pout at the demon in front of you. But he returns your face with a smirk. You look at him, shocked, since you’ve never seen him make that face before. Your thoughts were cut short when both boys started to thrust into you, fucking you hard until all your thoughts were jumbled. You were bouncing on top of Satan’s cock, your hands reaching behind you to wrap into his hair while you were getting your shit rocked by Levi in the front, his hand wrapped around your waist for extra impact.

The room was filled with moans and screams from both you and the boys as you felt an overwhelming amount of pleasure, the most you’ve ever felt in the life. You felt so full with their dicks that your orgasm came quicker than expected. You cried out their names when you met your climax, soaking Levi with some of your juices as your body went weak into Satan’s chest. The two brothers kept going at your limp body until they both ejaculated inside of you, feeling too good to pull out. Their cum leaks out of you and dribbles down your leg, from your ass and onto the sheets, leaving a pool of their semen soiled into the cloth.

Levi leans forward and gives you a shy kiss on the cheek, the blush returning back onto his cheeks as he see what a mess he’s made of you. You feel Satan’s arms wrap around your waist and you lean into his embrace, Levi then comes in to cuddle your arm, huffing that he isn’t the one holding you in his arms. He couldn’t stay awake for much longer. They’d drained every last bit of energy out of you. You didn’t even have the energy to clean yourself up.

Satan stroked your head and rocked you to sleep while Levi was already fast asleep on your shoulder. You sighed and connected your arm with Levi’s, a smile creeping onto his lips subconsciously, then you proceeded to lean into both their embraces and gently fall asleep, the sound of Satan’s soothing humming quickly causing you to give into your urges. And soon, you were asleep, dreaming about the intimacy the 3 of you shared that night, cuddled safely in the two men’s arms.

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aressss1 · 3 years

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The Bloody Red Banquet

(Technoblade x Reader)

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A/N: Descriptions of blood and gore, as well as death in this one, so please turn back if that makes you uncomfortable. Also spoilers for the Red Banquet, if you haven't seen it yet.

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“Why aren’t you going to be there?” You whined, trying to give your love your best sad puppy dog impression. This caused an irritated sigh to escape Techno’s lips, as his eyes searched your face.

“The last time I was at celebration it didn’t go well… Or do you not remember that.” He grumbled. “You shouldn’t go.” His eyes pierced right through you. “Why would they just change their tune that quickly?” He questioned you gesturing in the direction of the main SMP. “It’s not safe.”

“Puffy and Niki asked me to go…” You bit your lip looking away from him. “Puffy doesn’t trust them either, and she’s got something planned if things go south.” Techno’s eyebrows furrowed, and he sighed, his hands dropping to his sides. You were going to go against the rules and bring your armor, not that you would tell Techno that, it would just make his point stand even more.

“I’m not goin’,” He walked back toward his seat as he summoned his axe. You watched as he proceeded to sharpen the tool in his hands. “I’m not gonna stop you from goin’, I want you to have fun, and I could only hope they’re serious.” You gave a huff at his words. You wanted him there to back you up if need be. “I know you can handle yourself, you’re a great fighter.” He sighed, his eyes focusing back to the axe in his hands.

He had his own plans regarding that banquet, he trusted you with his life… He just couldn’t risk word getting out about his plans. He would be there for you if need be, but he needed everything to go smoothly for him. He wasn’t about to lose you to the egg or anyone else for that matter. The netherite axe in his hands felt heavy, and his fingers tightened on the handle. You could handle yourself, he had faith in you and your fighting abilities.

“Ugh fine…” You pouted climbing up to your shared room, finding your best clothes suitable for a banquet, you put them on feeling the fabric hug your form. You examined yourself in the mirror adjusting your hair, smoothing out the wrinkles in your clothes that you had missed. Some time had passed, and you were ready. Climbing down the ladder, you could feel Techno’s eyes on you, watching you. You gave him a smirk. “You sure you don’t want to come?”

He gave a grumble as he set his axe down by his chair, walking over to you. Brushing your hair out of your eyes, he gazes over your face with a fond expression. You melt at his touch, as you place your hands on his chest. His hand slips up to the back of your neck.

“You look amazin’,” His deep voice grounds you and you close your eyes as his face inches closer to yours. “I can’t wait until you take those clothes off.” You felt heat rise to your cheeks, as he kisses you hungrily, his other arm wrapping around your lower back to pull you even closer to him. He was still able to give you butterflies. You loved this hybrid. You almost whimpered when he pulled away. “You…” His thumb stroked over your cheek, “have a banquet to get to.”

He pulled away from you, admiring the hungry look in your eyes. He made his way to the chair again taking hold of the axe. He wanted to go with you, especially with how you looked right now… But he couldn’t just back out on Quackity. This was too important.

He watched you go, the sound of the stone sharpening the axe echoing through the house made it feel very lonely. But he would be with you soon. You would be safe.

It was a… Very red banquet… You were the second guest to arrive it seemed. So, when Ponk had taken your coat, you made your way to the venue. Niki was talking with BBH, you were about to go say hi to her when Sam and Puffy came in behind you. Puffy called you by your name excitedly and started gushing about your outfit. You turned and gave her a smile, meeting the two of them by the entrance.

More guests arrived by the minute. Everyone looked amazing, and you giggled when Foolish flashed his rolex and started handing out the cider he had brought. It was cute watching Puffy with Foolish. Eventually, everyone moved to the dance floor. The music started up, and people started dancing, swaying to and fro with the music.

Puffy had gone to talk to BBH and you found Niki, she flashed you a smile, and you started dancing with her. You had fun twirling around with her, the both of you laughed dancing to Hbomb’s song of choice. By the time the two of you were out of breath, leaning on each other, Puffy had come back to you, linking arms with you and Niki, as she was excited about the shrimp cocktail that Antfrost had promised her.

You sat next to Niki; your eyes curiously look over the red soup on the table in front of you. Beet soup? It wasn’t the best, but it was… red… Like everything else here. It definitely fit the theme. You could feel Ponk’s and Ant’s eyes on you as they whispered to each other, from across the table and you had a bad feeling settle in your stomach.

Once everyone was in their place, you all listened to Bad’s beginning speech, asking if others wanted to make a toast. Foolish volunteered going first and you gave him an encouraging nod when he looked over you and Niki. Though his speech was… a little on the rough side, you raised your glass when he called for cheers. Niki patted Foolish on his shoulder as he sat back down on the other side of her.

Eret volunteered to say a few words next. He held himself with grace, as he stepped up on the table, scanning those around him. You could have sworn you saw the monarch side of him come out. His toast was well said and you realized that even though he spoke words of everyone being reunited… You bit your lip. Spoken like a true king, even if the reality wouldn’t be that easy. In fact, it was near impossible, too much has happened, and you would be a fool to believe words like that.

Ponk’s speech was short… and sweet? It was… Interesting… to say the least. You and Foolish exchanged confused glances when Sam called Ponk beautiful. Wasn’t he the one to take Ponk’s arm? You shrugged it off opting to think about it later. Everyone raised their glasses in a confused manner, well everyone except for Puffy, who stood up on the table, looking like she wanted to say her piece.

When Puffy spoke, she was casual, mentioning how the egg tore her, Bad and Antfrost apart. You gave her a smile when she glanced over you and Niki as she expressed that she didn’t want any more friendships being ruined over the egg anymore. Everyone cheered as she made her way back to her seat.

You pitied George when he was thrust into giving a toast, he clearly hadn’t thought of doing. But he did well, considering. Even asking Ponk about the soup. You giggled at Ponk’s explanation of free-range beets. George gave a yawn as he made his way back to his seat.

Lastly it was Bad’s closing speech, and you listened intently. Your hands fidgeted with your glass. You kept seeing things in the rafters of this place, shadows… You had your armor in your inventory, you weren’t gullible, and even though Bad spoke of nothing but good things for the future… The temperature rose, causing sweat to bead off of your skin… Toward the end of Bad’s speech… Your back was burning, and when you turned around and were met with a wall of lava. You stood as Bad spoke those words, the words you had been waiting to hear. The words that confirmed that this was nothing more than a trap.

“Prepare to die.” He spoke it so casually… Hearing the gasps of the other guests, you and Niki back up, creating as much space in between you and them as you could without touching the lava at your back. You and Niki watched as Puffy confronted all of them. Pulling up the tablecloth from the table revealing a chest.

“WHAT!?” Her shriek rang through out the entire banquet. You felt your blood run cold, your eyes connecting with Niki’s. Bad laughed as he summoned forth a set of diamond armor… Hannah, Antfrost and Ponk followed suit. Hannah stepped forward. A tainted apology spewing from her lips. You felt your fists clench and unclench as you were stepping forward, your eye on all of their swords, which they eventually swapped to their crossbows. Sam, stepped forward, his eyes on Hannah.

“Well… That is tragic that you told them about our plans for the armor, buut…” Sam paused, continuing after Bad questioned him on what he meant. “There is something, that you should know… I had another plan because I didn’t trust you.” His eyes pierce through Hannah. You felt your lips quirk up as Sam mentioned his plan to blow the egg up.

It all happened really fast, and you braced yourself, your hands coming up to cover your ears as TNT rained on top of the egg. Your eyes were closed, and you straightened up, your eyes looking over the still intact egg once all of the TNT had detonated. Obsidian covered the egg as if it were armor. Your heart sunk as you watched as the obsidian disappear without a trace. The TNT had failed…

You tuned out Bad’s laughing, your eyes looking for any possible way out of this situation. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears, and you were having trouble breathing. You willed yourself to calm down. Bad pulled everyone’s attention to the egg, as he stood in front of it. Straining to hear what he was saying you push through the crowd, planting yourself at the forefront next to Foolish and Eret.

You were able to focus, when Eret called Bad a monster, only to receive insults back about his past betrayals. You bit your lip, your hands itching to call your armor forth, now wasn’t the time. Your eyes scanned over Eret gauging his reactions.

“I’ve changed since then! I know not to break peoples trust anymore.” He was silent, his hands clasped behind his back, he truly held himself like a king. Bad smirked announcing that Eret would be the first one to be sacrificed on this night. You felt your eyes widen, adrenaline coursing through you. You tried grounding yourself, making sure your feet were firmly planted where you stood.

You had to hold yourself back as they grabbed Eret, forcing him to kneel in front of the egg. Antfrost pointed the tip of his sword at Eret’s throat his ruby red eyes staring daggers at the crowd that watched. Eret’s crown fell to the ground as Hannah push him down exposing his neck for Antfrost’s blade to see.

You grit your teeth, what could you do in this sort of situation. The others tried talking it out with Bad, but you zoned out of their conversation. Opting to once again scanning the area for anything that might help… Your attention snapped back to Eret and Antfrost, as Ant held his sword up, readying it to come down. You felt your feet start to move on their own, well… That is… Until Foolish started talking, you felt yourself stop, listening to what he had to say.

“Enough! I am sick of this foul, red stench. I am tired of this endless cycle of egg nonsense. I tried, WE tried to give this dreadful egg another chance. But it’s probably best it ends this way.” Your eyes flick over to Bad as Foolish keeps talking. Trying to gauge their reaction, you ready yourself to summon your armor. “But can it withstand… A barrage of lightning?”

A few painfully long seconds, pass by… Your stomach lurched when nothing happened. Foolish fell to his knees. Studying his hands, he shook his head.

“I don’t understand…” He was in genuine disbelief. His eyes lock with Eret’s. “Why… Isn’t it working?” He asked, as if Eret would know. Today was filled with many disappointments… You gulped down the lump in your throat, listening to Bad gloat, about how we were in the egg’s territory. We held no power here, as a human, and even as a God...

“Why don’t we start with Foolish instead?”Ant’s words caused Puffy, to scream her repugnance at them. They ignored her, as they dragged Foolish up from his knees and to the area where they previously kept Eret.

“You two Bad, Ant, this is your last chance with me, your very very last chance. I am done after this.” Puffy ran to the front, anger flashing in her eyes as she looked over all of them. You could only watch, as Eret made his way over to you. Puffy was a good mother, defending her son. You listened to them fight, your hands shook at your sides. Ant blamed Puffy for everything that they were doing… Saying it was her fault… When Ant stopped talking and the sound of the blade had sliced through Foolish’s skin, his body falling to the ground made you tear up. Puffy screamed and you summoned forth your armor.

The netherite armor you donned clung to your body, it was always such a perfect fit, expertly made by Techno. Foolish was dead and it was clear you needed to fight, otherwise you wouldn’t get out of here alive, and if this didn’t help you didn’t go down helpless. Everyone screamed as Puffy sunk down to the ground, tears in her eyes, her burning eyes trained on Antfrost.

“Oh? What’s this?” Bad eyed you with an amused expression crossing his features. “I think we have a party pooper on our hands.” Bad’s group homed in on you. The sword in your hands was heavy, Techno and Phil had taught you how to fight. You could easily take down one maybe two, but there were three on you in an instant. You couldn’t even get a swing in with your sword, before they knocked the weapon from your hands, grabbing your wrists, and binding them together.

“Let go of me,” You kicked and thrashed your legs to no avail. They had an easy time getting you into Foolish’s spot. They made you kneel… Where he kneeled… His blood pooled where you stood, it soaked into your outfit, the sight making your stomach churn in disgust.

“Don’t worry, you will be a part of something bigger, than you and I.” It sounded like Bad was trying to reassure you… “Good thing that armor doesn’t cover their neck.” Bad shrugged as his eyes flicked to Ant who held his axe, instead of the sword he killed Foolish with, at the ready. You tried wrenching away, but Hannah’s hold on your hair kept you in place. You couldn’t see anything, but the bloody ground, tears on the brink of flowing. Techno’s words about it not being safe echoing in your mind.

“I’m sorry… Techno.” It was barely a whisper, no one heard it but you. Out of the corner of your eye Ant raised his axe and in one fell swoop he brought it down. Your whole body tensed, and you waited for death… But it never came. Instead, a loud clang of metal on metal sounded out above you. Ant’s axe went flying, landing near puffy.

“Bad stop, stop what you’re doing right now.” Quackity’s voice sounded out and Hannah’s hold on you was released as she backed away from your very own blood God who now stood next to you. Your heart soared at the sight of Techno, who didn’t hesitate to pull you up from your kneeling position and to him away from the enemy. You looked around for Quackity who had his hands up as he talked with Bad. He still had a sword in his hand, as he talked.

You listened to Quackity, who you hadn’t seen in forever, not since he had kidnapped you to get an edge on Techno, so he would come easily to his own execution… His gnarled face… You knew Techno had done a number on him… But… It was easy to forget who Techno was and what he could do. Quackity was a good reminder, and you nuzzled yourself closer into Techno’s side. Techno’s eyes scanned over you, looking for any wounds. But when his eyes turned back toward Bad, he let out a whistle and out from the opening, you assumed Quackity came from, a hoard of dogs rushed in, as they planted themselves around their master. During Quackity’s speech Purpled made himself known, and you figured that had to hurt the eggpire since Purpled was working for them. You gave a sigh of relief.

“Techno. You and Quackity are enemies why would you side with him?” Bad’s glare shifted from Quackity and Purpled, to Techno. Your Blood God tightened his hold on you as if they would snatch you away from him.

“Listen Bad, I didn’t want to work with this guy either, but this egg… Is warpin’ people’s minds, it’s controllin’ them, and it has no plans of stoppin’ until it controls the entire world.” He paused, his nose wrinkling underneath the pig skull mask. “This egg stands for everything… It’s the epitome of everything I stand against as an anarchist, and if I don’t stop it… It’ll be the end of the world.” He squared his shoulders his eyes glancing toward you. “Not to mention, you almost killed one of the people most important to me, and for that, I’ll see that you will get tenfold what Quackity got.”

“ANTFROST YOU’RE DEAD!” Puffy screamed, she had grabbed Antfrost’s axe, and she ran at him swinging wildly. “You’ve taken my kindness as weakness Antfrost!” Her axe hitting him square in the chest plate he tried blocking and dodging most of her shots, but to no avail, he stumbled back. She brought her axe down hitting him square in the jugular. Blood sprayed over her, as her grip tightened on the axe, and she pulled it out with a sickening crunch. His body fell to the ground and she turned around, her eyes scanning the crowd; it was truly a look of despair only a mother could feel.

That was when everyone broke out fighting. Techno held you behind him, his cloak now covering your body. The dogs stayed around him attacking those who got close enough, keeping a good perimeter between the two of you and them, as Techno shot his fireworks at the enemy. You pressed your face in between his shoulder blades, your fingers intertwining in his shirt, just waiting for the sounds to stop.

When Bad called for retreat, and everything quieted down you felt yourself breath a sigh of relief. You just wanted to go home at this point. You listened to the conversation around you, as Techno put his arm around you. His fingers rubbing tiny circles in your arm to try and comfort you.

“Come on, I’ve got you darlin’,” He whispered in your ear, once Quackity said his piece to him and Sam. He carried you on his back, back to the place that you both called home. When you felt the windchill, you shuddered, happy to feel it again. Tears sprung forth and you buried your face in his cloak, your tears soaking into the red material.

When you got into the house, he fed the coals of the fire, making it come back to life. He scans over your form, his heart sinking when you didn’t look up at him. He could have lost you in a second. Taking off his mask, he presses his lips to your forehead, his hands running up your arms.

“Darlin’ let’s get you out of these clothes,” the scent of Foolish’s blood permeated the air, making the voices in his mind louder and more aggressive... Aggression wasn’t something you needed right now. He helped you get undressed finding more comfortable clothing for you to wear. While you bathed and eventually got dressed, he made dinner for the both of you. You were still in disbelief, that you almost lost a life, not to mention you felt horrible because Foolish did lose a life… You didn’t want to eat when Techno slid food in front of you.

“Eat, you need your strength.” You nodded and picked at your food. You weren’t hungry, but if you didn’t at least try, you would worry Techno. That was the last thing he needed. The two of you ate in a comfortable silence, and when the two of you were done with dinner, he set your plates in the kitchen sink, opting to do them later. He turned back to you kneeling down to your level, letting his lips graze yours.

“I love you.” He never said it out loud before, he always made sure you knew though but this time was different, sure Quackity threatened your life when Techno was on his way to his execution… But to see an axe flying toward you… Was a completely different feeling all together. Your tears sprang forth at his confession, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, as you sobbed. He held you close, even picked you up and sat down in his chair with you in his arms. “I’m here. It’s okay.” He tried calming you, as he pressed kisses to your head, while you sobbed into his chest.

When you did calm down and you just laid there with your head on his chest, he started reading to you, his arm still around you while the other held up the book he read from. The two of you always did this, but this time was more special. He still had you in his arms, and you still had him. The two of you stayed like that until nightfall. The fire roaring beside his chair.

It wasn’t until you were asleep, did he decide to take you to your shared bed. He climbed the ladder albeit a little awkwardly, but he got your exhausted form up there, like he had done many times before. He got ready for bed himself, and he climbed in the sheets with you, holding you closely to him. He vowed to protect you and he would, to his very last breath.

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Sleeping In

summary: the end of the hockey season means more time with your boyfriend Jamie. however, although he doesn’t have to work, you unfortunately still do. but when you wake up with him by your side, leaving the warmth of the sheets and his arms seems more impossible by the second.

song (+ acoustic version) word count: 5.2k warnings: smut! unprotected, oral (f receiving).

Before you could blink, the Dallas Stars season was over.

You were sad, of course. You wanted them to make it further; make it into the playoffs, make it all the way to the finals, and redeem themselves from when they came so close last year yet fell short. You wanted to see that, to see the team lifting the greatest trophy in sports. To see your boyfriend lift that trophy over his head.

But you couldn’t deny that part of you was happy. Because waking up with Jamie’s muscular arm wrapped around you was something you would never get tired of. And now, he was yours, entirely.

That was where you found yourself, waking up to the sun shining through the bedroom windows, warm under the covers with Jamie holding you tight. Carefully, you twist in his arms, moving to face him. He was still deep asleep, his curls lighting up golden in the early morning light. He came home from Chicago late last night, when you were already asleep. He woke you up, of course, crawling into bed. But you two simply curled up together, for the first time in almost two weeks and fell back asleep.

Now, however, you could finally spend all day wrapped up in him. And it was perfect.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Or, at least, it would’ve been.

You let out a small huff of frustration and turn back around, glaring at your alarm clock, proudly blaring from its perch on your nightstand.

Why? Why, out of all the days, did you have to work today?

No matter how hard you glared at that clock and willed for it to disappear, it didn’t silence. And even if it did, it didn’t change the fact that you still had to leave Jamie’s arms.

Around you, you feel Jamie shift and look back to see his eyelids scrunching tighter together as he instinctively pulls you further into the center of the bed and unfortunately, further away from quieting your alarm. You reach out as far as you can and somehow manage to hit the snooze button, returning the room to its blissful morning silence.

Shooting one glance back over your shoulder at Jamie’s sleeping form, a sad smile appears on your face. You wanted to stay. You felt like you never wanted anything more. But you had shit to do. So, with an exasperated sigh, you manage to untangle yourself from Jamie’s grasp and slide out of bed.

You wander to the bathroom and start your morning routine. But no matter how hard you tried to make yourself ready for the day and focus your mind onto work and all the tasks you wanted to accomplish, your head kept getting distracted by your heart pulling you back into that bed with your boyfriend. And when you waltzed out of the bathroom, face washed and teeth brushed, it definitely didn’t help that Jamie was now sitting up in bed, scrolling through his phone, the sheets bunched around his hips and his chest on full display.

You lean against the doorway, taking in the sight in front of you, a contented hum leaving your lips. Jamie hears you and his eyes lift from his phone screen to you, a smile instantly appearing on his face.

“You know,” you start, pushing yourself off of the doorframe and walking over to Jamie, leaning over him, “you are making it very difficult to get ready for work.” You press a quick kiss into his lips, letting out a small giggle as Jamie chases your lips as you pull away. Moving over to the closet, you start to rummage around, piecing an outfit together.

“You’re not making it any easier,” you hear Jamie tease from behind you. You look back to find him now laying on his side, his eyes dancing up and down your body.

“Why?”

“Because you’re standing there, looking like that. I know that you have to leave soon. Even though all I want is for you to get back in this bed and stay here all day.”

You glance down at the oversized shirt – his shirt – draped over your frame. You smirk back at him, your eyebrows quirking up.

“And what would we do in bed, all day?” you joke, the amusement evident on your face.

“I can think of a few things that would keep us occupied,” Jamie shoots back, his eyes darkening as they connect with yours. It takes everything in you to stop your knees from trembling as you are trapped under his intense gaze. You lightly shake your head, turning back towards the closet as you continue to grab your clothes.

“As tempting as that sounds, you’re just gonna have to live with being alone today babe,” you reply, trying once again to shift your focus towards work. You hear Jamie laugh humorlessly behind you, the sheets rustling as he falls back against the mattress. Silence fills the room for a brief moment until you hear Jamie shift again.

“Y/N” Jamie says, so softly that it immediately pulls your attention back to him. His blue eyes stare into yours, the expression on his face a mix between desperation and love. You turn so your body faces him, waiting for his next words.

“Don’t go into work,” he says, his eyes silently begging for you. “Stay here, with me. Please.”

The rational part of your brain is screaming at you, commanding you to be serious and argue, tell him that you have to leave. But perhaps it was being this loud because it knew that you had already made your choice the moment you woke up, wrapped in the arms of the one person you missed the most.

Without tearing your eyes away from Jamie, you slowly walk towards the edge of the bed, stopping right at your nightstand. Your hand reaches down and you see Jamie’s gaze follow your movements, his eyes lighting up as your fingers wrap around your phone. You glance down at the screen and after a few quick taps, your boss’s number is pulled up and dialed, the line ringing. You connect your eyes back to Jamie, and wait for a few moments before a voice talks into your ears.

“Yes, Max? Hi, it’s Y/N,” you speak into the mouthpiece. “Unfortunately, something’s come up and I can’t make it into work today.” Jamie waits as you listen to your boss talk on the other end of the line. “No, nothing serious. Just a commitment that I can’t get out of. Alright, thanks for understanding. Bye.”

You almost roll your eyes at Jamie’s satisfied grin beaming up at you as you hang up, placing your pone back down on the nightstand. Glancing back down at him, you place your hands on your hips, a smirk dancing its way onto your face.

“Alright, that’s done,” you playfully declare. “What now?”

Without saying a word, Jamie lifts himself up off the bed and reaches out to you. You gladly place your hand in his. Before you could blink, Jamie easily and quickly pulls you down into the soft sheets. You let out a squeal as you practically land on top of him. A chuckle escapes from Jamie’s chest at your flailing.

You lift yourself up, moving to straddle his hips, your hands tracing across this skin of his torso. Looking back down at him, you let a smile dance on your lips. Jamie matches your grin as your hands continue their path.

“You are so beautiful,” he mumbles under his breath, his eyes dancing across your face, his large hands moving to your hips, gently sneaking underneath the hem of your shirt. An involuntary shudder runs through your body as his fingers caress the soft skin on your hipbones.

Instead of replying, you lean down and capture his lips in a kiss. Without hesitation, Jamie deepens the kiss, one hand disappearing from your hip to cup your cheek, pulling you even closer to his body. A soft moan escapes you, a reaction to the desperation of having him pressed against you for the first time in weeks. Your body responds to the kiss as well, your hips rolling against his. The friction causes a low growl to rumble from Jamie. Suddenly, you find yourself flipped over, pinned between the weight your boyfriend and the mattress.

You gasp into the kiss as Jamie’s hips grind against your core, reciprocating your previous movements. Jamie finally pulls away from your lips, hovering over you. You start to open your eyes to look up at him, but as soon as you do, the sunlight streaming in from the windows hits your face, partially blinding you. Your eyes scrunch up, fighting against the glare.

“Adorable,” Jamie says, a laugh falling from his lips.

“I’m even cuter when I can see,” you tease back. You hear Jamie hum, in what you hope is agreement, before you feel a soft kiss pressed against your forehead.

“Wait here.”

With that, you feel the weight of Jamie lift up off the bed, leaving you splayed out against the sheets. You shift, pushing yourself up towards the headboards a bit more so you can recline comfortably against the pillows. Your eyes track Jamie as he walks around the room, coming to each and every window and pulling the curtains shut. The gauzy curtains block the harsh glare from the morning sun but still allow enough light to transform the room into a golden oasis.

You can’t help it when your eyes start to dance up and down Jamie’s body. Clad in nothing but his boxers, you follow the outline of his arms, trace down the muscles of his chest, stopping to follow the inked lines of the large tattoo that graces his ribcage. Your eyes continue their path and come to a stop at the semi-prominent bulge in his boxers. And in that moment, you realize how much you needed him.

But this room has too many goddamn windows. And Jamie’s gracious, romantic act… is taking too fucking long.

Leaning deeper into the pillows, you let out a heavy sigh, praying that Jamie will get the message. He hears you, sneaking a quick glance over his shoulder at you lounging in bed. But all he does is smirk and continues on with his task.

You know you could wait. You absolutely could. But did you really want to?

That question is quickly answered as your hands start to trail across your body, starting as a languid stretch above your head and then slowly tracing their way down. You let your fingertips dance across your collarbones, let them slightly tweak your already raised nipples, the friction from the fabric across them sending more jolts of anticipation down your body. They continue their path down further and further until they reach the hem of your t-shirt. Slightly teasing the cotton for a few moments, your hands rest there as you peek back over at Jamie, who has finally arrived at the last window near the foot of your bed.

It is another choice, another moment where you could wait for him to crawl back into bed with you. But you are just wound so tightly that your body makes the decision for you. Quickly, your grasp tightens on the fabric and you lift your upper body up off the bed, just enough to slip the piece of clothing over your head. Almost immediately, your skin prickles as it makes contact with the chill morning air. You ball up the fabric in your hands and toss it towards Jamie. He is close enough to you that the shirt hits his side, falling into a puddle next to him. You watch as his eyes glance down at the offending material, register what it is, and then dart back to you.

From your position, you can see his blue eyes darken as he takes you in, naked with the exception of the thin pair of underwear you still have on. His look lights a fire within you and with no response but a playful smirk, you return to your original position as your hands begin to retrace their earlier movements.

You let your eyes close as you get lost in the feeling of your soft fingertips dancing across your skin. Taking your time, you start by simply tracing down the column of your throat, your head thrown back as the first contented sigh leaves your lips. Your hands continue down, moving across the skin of your collarbone for a few moments before travelling along your sternum, coming to tease the smooth skin in the valley of your breasts. You let your hands follow the shape of your chest, slowly rising until you hit your hardened nipple. Your fingers close around the peak, gently rolling and tweaking the flesh between your fingers, causing your back to arch. With your other hand, you cup your other breast in your palm, squeezing the flesh, a breathy moan sounding from your lips. You continue your ministrations, pulling more moans and gasps from yourself. Underneath the sounds of your pleasure, you can hear another’s heavy breathing and partially open your eyes, falling immediately on Jamie.

Your boyfriend is now leaning against the dresser at the foot of your bed, watching you toy and tease yourself. His eyes are blown wide and when you follow his hand down, you can see him gently palming his boxers, his own arousal clear.

The sight of him and the idea that you were teasing him as much as you were teasing yourself, sent a wave of confidence through you. Your hands never stop their ministrations on your nipples and after one sharp tug, a loud moan escapes you, your legs falling open on instinct. You can’t help the shudder that runs through you as you hear Jamie’s deep groan. When you look back at him, you can see his eyes fixed on your center and you know that he was reacting to the visible wet spot on the thin material of your panties. The hands that had been occupying your breasts fell from their perches and continued their path down, stopping briefly to tease the soft skin on the underside of your breasts and to trace the ridges of your rib cage. They dance across your stomach and down further until they are outlining the lace along the edge of your underwear. You let one hand slip between your thighs and press against your center, moaning as you feel your arousal soak more into the soft material. You slowly trace back up your slit, a slight shudder running though you as you graze your clit through your underwear.

Deciding that you have teased yourself enough, you let a hand slip underneath the waistband. Your breath catches in your throat as your fingers press against your bundle of nerves before you gently start to rub circles. You can feel the pleasure pulsing through you as you continue your movements against your clit, the moans falling from your lips becoming louder. However, it isn’t until your fingers trail further down and then finally slip in between your folds, do your moans become downright pornographic. You gently pump your fingers in and out, a sharp gasp escaping you when you curl them within you, finally hitting your g-spot.

“Fuck.”

You barely register the muttered curse that sounds from the foot of the bed as you continue to press your fingers into you, slowly getting lost in the pleasure. You are so focused on yourself that it isn’t until the mattress dips under the weight of another body and a strong hand wraps around your wrist, do you open your eyes. When you do, you see Jamie hovering above you. He quickly pulls your hand from your underwear and you whine at the loss of your fingers within you. Your whimper is quickly smothered by Jamie pressing his lips against you, his hand lifting yours above your head and pinning it against the bed. He pulls back and another wave of arousal is sent through you by the lust-filled look of his eyes locked with yours.

“Now,” Jamie starts to ask, his other hand grabbing your free one and pulling it up to meet the wrist trapped above your head, “what do you think you were doing?”

“You were taking too long,” you playfully shoot back, a smirk twisting on your lips. “And, I mean, I called out of work for this so I might as well get something out of today.”

Jamie’s face mirrors your mischievous expression as he leans down and captures your lips in his once again. You let out a small whine as you feel one of his hands slide down your side, lightly pulling at the waistband of your panties, letting the elastic snap back into your skin.

“I’m so sorry for neglecting you baby,” he whispers as he pulls away from the kiss. “Let me make it up to you.”

You barely register his words as he starts to kiss down your jawline. Your head is thrown back, allowing him more access to your neck which he gladly takes advantage of. Jamie continues to press kisses against the soft skin, pausing occasionally to suck hickeys into your throat. His name escapes you in a breathless gasp and you feel him smile against you. His lips continue their path down, briefly stopping to give attention to your breasts, his hands feeling miles better than yours. You suck in a sharp breath as he trails down your stomach. A whine falls from your lips as his tongue traces the waistband of your underwear, dipping lower, painfully slow, until he presses a kiss right against your covered clit.

“Jamie,” you whimper, your hands falling down to tangle in his curls, lightly tugging. “Stop teasing, please.”

He doesn’t respond for a moment, choosing to press more kisses over your covered center. But when another moan leaves your lips, Jamie apparently decides he’s tortured you enough. You let out a gasp as Jamie simply tugs the fabric away from you, pushing it to the side. Your gasp turns into loud moan as he connects his mouth to you, his tongue tracing your folds, his lips closing around your clit.

The fingers that were tangled in his hair tighten as his mouth goes to work against you. You are still very buzzed from your own teasing and it is easy for Jamie to bring you closer and closer to the edge. He is all over you, winding you up, as he continues to pull the sweetest sounds from your lips. And when he slips two of his fingers inside of you, you swear you almost fall apart right then and there. It seemed like an eternity since the last time you had him in bed. And while you had absolutely pleasured yourself in those weeks that he was away, nothing compared to the feeling of him.

Your back arches off the bed as Jamie continues his movements against and within you, drawing you closer to orgasm. Your entire body is thrumming but as amazing as it feels, you wanted more.

No, you wanted him.

“Jamie,” you moan, feeling his lips smirk against you. You let out another whimper, your hands moving in his hair to gently push his head away. “Jamie, stop.”

Hearing your words, he immediately stops his movements, pulling away from you. You open your eyes and catch his concerned gaze.

“What is it baby? Are you alright?” His tone lights another fire within you, knowing how much he cared for you. You nod, a contented sigh leaving your lips.

“I’m fine. Perfect actually.” A relieved sigh leaves him as he smiles down at your blissed out expression. “But,” you continue, “I just want you inside of me.”

You see his eyebrows jump up at your demand and you respond with playful smile. A smirk twists onto his face and he leans down and kisses you deeply. You moan when you taste yourself on his lips, which Jamie gladly swallows. You feel his hand creep back down your body and slowly stroke your clit once more. He pulls away and watches your face contorting in pleasure, your breath coming in small gasps.

“Tell me sweetheart,” he says, forcing your eyes to open, his movements never ceasing, “how do you want me?”

You take a few deep breaths, looking up into Jamie’s blue eyes and try to compose yourself, although Jamie was making it very difficult to get a full breath in without drawing more whimpers from you, his hand still moving against you.

Fuck it, you think as you reach up, cupping Jamie’s cheeks in your palms and pulling him down into a fiery kiss. You smirk against his lips as you swallow the surprised grunt that leaves his chest. He pulls his hand away from your center once more, coming to snake one arm around your waist, the other rising to tangle in your hair. Your hands wander down from the nape of his neck to grip his broad shoulders. With one last smirk against his lips, you hook one leg over his hips and using his weight and all your strength, you manage to flip him over, his back making contact with the twisted sheets.

You break away from the kiss and smile down at him. He looks up at you with a combination of awe and adoration that made you feel like you were glowing under his attention. Your fingertips start to trace patterns across the bare skin of his chest, over every ridge of his muscles, sneaking down his ribcage. You can feel his stomach tighten as your hands wander lower and lower. As soon as you make contact with the soft cotton waistband of his boxers, you only let your fingertips slip underneath the elastic and grind your hips against the outline of his cock.

“Babe,” Jamie moans, his head falling back against the pillows.

“What?” you lightly ask, rolling your hips against his once again.

“Now you’re unfair,” he groans and you giggle at his desperate tone. It never ceased to amuse you that you could turn your 6’7” 255lb boyfriend into a whiny mess beneath you.

You decide payback’s fair game and tease him a little more before finally lifting yourself just enough to tug his boxers down as far as you could. Jamie helps kick them off the rest of the way, his hands tracing up your thighs to rest on your hips, sending a shiver through you. You reach down and grip his length, giving him a few lazy strokes. Another groan falls from his lips as Jamie gently snaps the waistband of your underwear against your skin, looking up at you quizzically, silently asking you to take them off. But instead, you lift yourself up, steadying yourself enough to reach down and pull the lace to the side. You align him with your center and slowly sink down.

Both of you let out contented groans as Jamie fills you completely. You feel as if you are in heaven, having him deep within you after almost two weeks. And with a quick glance down at Jamie, his eyes closed in pleasure, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat and his hands tightening on your hips, it is clear that he is feeling the same way.

You reach out and trace your hand along his cheekbone and down his jawline. He opens his eyes and looks up at you with such love that you think you could melt right then and there. Your thumb dances across his lips as you return his gaze with just as much love. He presses a soft kiss against your fingertip and you smile. Your hand trails down his jaw, coming to rest on his chest. You press your hands down on his strong torso and raise yourself almost completely off him before sinking back down.

Jamie throws his head back as you continue your slow pace, his hands guiding your movements. You find a little more strength and steadily start to increase your speed, bouncing on top of him. Periodically, you pause and circle your hips against his, chasing the friction on your clit that you desperately desired. Your breath catches in your throat, a small whine releasing from your chest as the tight skin of Jamie’s lower stomach grazes over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Jamie must have noticed your actions because after a few seconds, you feel his hand stretch across your hip, his thumb coming down to press against your clit.

“Oh god, Jamie,” you whine out, your movements stuttering on top of him as he started to rub gentle circles against you.

“If you needed help sweetheart, all you had to do was ask,” he chirps and you let out a breathless laugh at his cocky attitude.

“Fuck you babe,” you shoot back, your voice light and teasing. Your chirp turns into a wanton moan as Jamie put a little more pressure against your clit. Your body starts to tremble above him as you resort to grinding your hips down on him.

“What was that sweetheart?” Jamie teases, watching you struggle to keep a steady pace against him. You let out another whimper, both at his continued actions as well as how quickly he managed to switch the power dynamic between you two. You whine, connecting your eyes to his, your hips continuing to circle against his.

“Fuck me Jamie,” you whisper.

A gasp is torn from your chest as Jamie lifts his upper body off of the bed, pulling his hand away from your clit. He wraps his arms around you, one hand coming to rest on your lower back while the other finds its place between your shoulder blades. Your hands lift from his chest to grip his shoulders. You let out a moan as Jamie starts to pull you into him, setting a sensual pace, the two of you rocking back and forth on each other. The hand resting between your shoulder blades lifts to tangle into the hair at the nape of your neck, drawing you into a passionate kiss. You moan against his lips as you start to roll your hips against his, matching his pace.

“Shit,” you moan, breaking the kiss as your clit catches against Jamie’s skin, sending shockwaves down your body. You whimper as you rest your forehead against his, your breaths intermingling.

“Fuck babe,” Jamie curses as you two continue to rock in tandem, “you feel so good. I fucking missed this, I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you manage to sigh out. Jamie lifts his head to press another quick kiss into your lips. You moan into the kiss, your head spinning both from the ecstasy and intimacy you two were caught in. Jamie’s lips fall from yours, trailing down to your throat. Your hands lift from their place on his shoulders and tangle into his curls, holding him against your neck. You tug them gently as you increase your pace, chasing your orgasm. You feel the vibrations of Jamie groaning into your neck, his lips pressed against your pulse point, sucking more hickeys into your skin.

“Go on baby,” Jamie mumbles against you, “cum for me.”

The combination of his voice, his hands, his lips, and his movements finally pushed you over the edge. You throw your head back with a loud moan as your orgasm washes over you, your hands tangling impossibly deeper in Jamie’s hair. You feel the groan rumble from Jamie at the feeling of you clenching around him and after rocking into you a few more times, his orgasm follows right behind yours. He pulls you closer, pressing your chest almost flush against him and you let out a shuddering breath at the feeling of his teeth lightly scraping over your collar bone as he spills into you.

Both of you remain tangled up in each other, taking a few moments to catch your breaths. You revel in the feeling of Jamie’s embrace, his arms holding you tight and his lips pressing feather-light kisses onto the top of your shoulder. Your hands fall from his hair to cup his cheeks once again. You tug him away from your skin, but only in order to pull him into one last passionate kiss.

You two make out for a few moments, smiling against the others lips and you both bask in the glow of the morning sunlight. After a few moments, you break away from the kiss, resting your forehead against his, your thumbs brushing the stubble on his cheeks. Jamie shoots you a lazy smile which you gladly return with a small giggle of your own.

Holding you steady, Jamie untangles himself from you and gently lays you back down on the bed. He hovers over you and gives you one last quick kiss before he disappears into the bathroom. You relax against the bed as you hear the shower start, perfectly content watching the small dust motes float through the sunshine.

You must have dozed off for a few moments because before you knew it, you were awoken by Jamie’s lips against your forehead. You smile up at him and reach up, running a hand through his wet hair. Your mind starts to wander and you laugh at the random thought that entered your head.

“What is it?” Jamie questions.

“Nothing, just,” you laugh again, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth as you smirk at him, “who knew calling out of work could be this fun?”

“Well, we still have the rest of the day,” Jamie replies. “What do you want to do now?”

“Eat waffles,” you instantly reply, saying the first thing that popped into your mind. Jamie laughs at your response, his blue eyes bright.

“Alright then. You go and take a shower and I’ll call and get us some waffles.”

~~~

A while later, you find yourself tangled together with Jamie on the couch; him laying across the cushions watching TV, a hand absentmindedly playing with your hair as you are nestled in between his legs, reading. Two plates with the remnants of waffles and a half-drunk bottle of rose sit next to you two on the coffee table as you wait for some of the boys to come over to hang out and relax before everyone went back home, scattered across the globe.

You hear a knock on the front door, interrupting your focus. You tear your eyes away from the page as Jamie raises himself slightly.

“It’s open,” Jamie calls out, his voice lightly shaking your body as you continue to rest against his chest. You hear the door creak open and the others voices fill the house. You look up as Esa, Miro, Roope, Tyler and Dickie round the corner.

“Well, you two look very comfortable,” Dickie laughs, as he settles himself down on the other couch, the others close behind him.

“Extremely,” you joke back to him, shooting a quick smile to each of them.

“So, what have you two been doing all day?” Tyler asks, his eyebrows wiggling as you see his eyes trailing down to the developing bruises on your neck.

“Oh, you know,” you reply, giving a non-committal shrug as Jamie’s arms tighten around you, “just sleeping in.”

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pucksnsticksnhockeyboys · 3 years

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strings come attached

summary: Nolan might be your neighbor, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have a little fun.

warnings: mentions of sex, a little steam? nothing graphic by any means

word count: 3.4k

note from the writer: this is my fic for the @hockeynetwork winter fic exchange! I had @prettyboybarzal and I hope you like it!

You were convinced your neighbor hated you.

He never met your gaze when you passed him in the hallway, never said anything more than a mumbled greeting whenever you talked first, never kept up the small talk you tried so hard to make while riding the elevator together.

Nolan Patrick was convinced he loved you.

Well, not exactly. He definitely had a massive crush on you, his cute neighbor that smiled at him no matter what time of day he passed by. He only knew snippets of your life—what time you usually got home from work, the way you frequented the coffee shop down the street—but he found himself wanting to know more. He found himself wanting you.

The first time you got a taste of what Nolan’s life was like outside your apartment building, you were three drinks in at a bar to try and cheer up your friend Jess from her recent breakup. You had been focused on trying to find her someone to go home with for the night, a decent enough rebound, when your attention was dragged to a group of rowdy guys all around a booth in the corner.

“They’re cute.” Hallie announced, grinning devilishly over your shoulder. Out of interest, you turned around, following your friend’s gaze to find a group of guys that all somehow looked vaguely familiar. Then, one of the guys returned to the table with more drinks and you recognized him immediately.

“That’s my neighbor, Nolan.” You told your friends, turning back to face them in order to not get caught staring. A round of gasps and ‘shut up’s passed over the table, and you nodded as you took a sip of your drink.

“The brooding hot one?” Maddie asked excitedly, causing you to choke on your drink. The rest of the table broke out in cheers, taking your reaction as a confirmation. Part of you was worried they’d garner his attention, but you rationalize that if he didn’t acknowledge you in your apartment building then he wouldn’t even recognize you in a crowded bar. “Go talk to him!”

“Aren’t we here to get Jess laid? Why are we focusing on me?” You defended yourself, trying to shift attention to the primary goal of the evening. Jess shook her head at you, a grin on her face that told you she wasn’t going to let you get out of it.

“We can multitask.” She teased, and you groaned at their insistence. It wasn’t that you were against the idea of hooking up with someone, you just wished your friends were pushing you towards someone that didn’t live across the hall from you and avoided any and all conversation with you. You were regretting even telling them about Nolan, since all they could seem to focus on now was the fact how one wine night you had gushed about how hot he was.

“C’mon, let’s go dancing.” You sighed, pushing yourself out of the booth with a grin as your friends easily went along with your change of topic. You weren’t fooled, though, you knew they were all silently scheming ways to get you to go home—or across the hall—with Nolan.

Nolan was trying to think of ways to get you to go home with him.

You looked criminally good in the outfit you had picked for a night out, and from the moment he had spotted you with your friends he knew he wanted you. He didn’t care that he had barely said twenty words to you, you were plaguing his thoughts despite him sitting at a booth full of his teammates.

He found his opening when you left your booth to head to the dance floor, a stunning smile on your face as you laughed with your friends. He could have sworn he heard you over the crowd, though it was probably too loud, he couldn’t help the way his focus was solely on you.

He waited, watching for the perfect moment to get up and he found it only two songs later. He wasted no time in ditching his teammates in the middle of Travis’ story—one that he had heard a dozen times already—to cross the room to where you were moving your hips to the beat of the music.

You had felt Nolan’s gaze on you the entire time you were dancing, but even if you hadn’t, Hallie had pointed it out no less than three times since you hit the dance floor. You shrugged her off, doing your best to avoid looking in Nolan’s direction as best you could to try and convince your friends that absolutely nothing was going to happen with him.

You spoke too soon, it seemed, because suddenly Maddie was sending you a smirk before disappearing with Hallie and Jess into the crowd. You didn’t even have time to question their sudden departure when a hand settled on your waist from behind, standing close but not pressed against you, and without looking you knew exactly who it was.

“Can I?” His deep voice mumbled in your ear, him having bent down so that his lips brushed against the shell of your ear as he spoke. You nodded, and with your confirmation that his touch was okay—welcomed, even—you finally felt the press of him behind you, both hands settling on your waist to tug you gently back into him.

This was far from the Nolan you knew from your apartment building, but you weren’t going to object to his attention and quickly resumed your previous movements of swaying your hips to the music, only now you were grinding back against him. He was appreciative of the action, if the quiet, low groan he let out and the way his grip tightened slightly was any indication.

You were there for Jess, but maybe she had a point about multitasking.

“I think that’s the first time you’ve started the conversation.” You teased, feeling bold by him making the first move. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about him between your sheets before, but you had been under the impression that he didn’t want to talk to you. Now, though, you knew his jeans were feeling a little tighter than usual and you’d be able to use that to your advantage.

“Okay, I think I’ve earned that one.” He chuckled lowly, his chest rumbling against you from behind. It was a welcomed feeling, one that had you starting to feel flushed all over. “Couldn’t help myself tonight, though.”

“And why is that?” You teased, playing coy to see where that got you. It got you exactly what you wanted, apparently, because he used his strength to twist you around so your front was pressed to his and you could feel exactly why he couldn’t help himself. He was half hard already, and with that knowledge a devilish smirk found its way onto your face.

“You know exactly why.” That was your tipping point, his words sending a warmth through you that you welcomed. You knew you needed to get out of the bar, everything you wanted to do to him requiring locked doors and thick walls.

Maybe Nolan did hate you, but something about the way he looked as if he wanted to devour you made you question that conclusion. The air felt electric around you, and you couldn’t find it in you to care that your friends were very obviously watching you from the bar to see you interact with Nolan.

“I’d ask if you want to go back to your place or mine, but they’re kind of the same place.” You said boldly, throwing caution to the wind and reaching up to press your palms against his chest as his hands gripped your waist even tighter. You let out a shuddering breath as Nolan ducked his head down to whisper in your ear, lips brushing against your skin ever so slightly once more.

“We can decide in the car.”

And with that, he slipped his hand into yours and began pulling you in the direction of the bar’s exit, barely giving you the chance to process what had just happened. You knew it was probably a bad idea, to go home with your neighbor for a night of sex that would surely lead to months of awkward encounters in the hallway. But the moment he set his hand high on your thigh in the back of the Uber, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

Luckily, the ride was short and filled with the thick anticipation of what was going to happen behind closed doors. You had thought that the closed doors meant the ones in either of your apartments, but the second you were alone in the elevator he had you pressed against the wall. His grip was tight on your waist as he ducked his head down, nose nudging against yours for a moment as he waited to see how you would react, giving you a moment to back out if you felt like it.

You made the first move, tilting your head up just slightly to connect your lips in a heated kiss as he somehow got closer to you, crowding you into the back of the elevator and leaving no space between the two of you. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip and you readily gave him the access he was in search of.

You were interrupted by the elevator doors opening with a ding, the sound dragging a low groan of distaste from Nolan’s lips as he pulled apart reluctantly. You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together at the sound, searching for relief before Nolan’s arm was around your waist and he pulled you down the hall.

He made the executive decision to use his apartment, digging his keys out of his pocket and shoving them into the lock in record time. You glanced over at your own door across the hall, reminding yourself once more what you were getting yourself into—whether this would be a one night stand or if it would become a regular thing—you were hooking up with your neighbor.

But then he was pulling you into his apartment and his lips were attached to your neck, fingers dipping under the hem of your shirt and suddenly your mind was completely made up.

At least the walk of shame home would be a short one.

And apparently, the walk back was even quicker.

Your one night stand with Nolan turned into a regular thing, finding time more often than not to end up in the other’s bed. You chalked it up to convenience, nothing better than a booty call that lived ten steps away, but there were moments when it felt like more than that. Sometimes, when Nolan would text you late at night to see if you were awake, it wouldn’t be sex that he was after. Sometimes, it would be a movie and some snacks after a particularly long roadie.

Sometimes, you didn’t know which you preferred more.

But you were still just hooking up, a no strings attached relationship turning into a friends with benefits situation the more you got to know him. Still, there were boundaries you had yet to cross—like mixing friend groups.

You hadn’t meant for it to happen, and neither did Nolan, but coincidences happened and just as you were leaving your apartment to pick up some dinner he was getting off the elevator with some of teammates, a box of pizza and a case of beers in their possession.

“Guys night?” You made small talk as you locked up your apartment. They all quieted down as they spotted you, but with your back turned you missed the way Nolan’s cheeks flushed brighter as his teammates shot teasing looks in his direction. There wasn’t a person in the Flyers locker room that didn’t know that Nolan was crushing on his neighbor, a fact that Nolan himself was dreading at that very moment. He didn’t trust his teammates to not say something embarrassing, and sure enough it was only seconds before Travis opened his mouth.

“Room for one more, if you want to come over.” Travis—you knew him from one of Nolan’s many stories about the road—suggested as if it was his apartment he was inviting you to. You shot Nolan a look, trying to decipher the look in his eyes to decide how to handle the situation.

“I don’t want to intrude if you guys are all hanging out, maybe—” The look in Nolan’s eyes was unreadable, stoic as ever, so you decided the best course of action would be to decline and stick to your original dinner plans, but yet another teammate stepped up and talked for Nolan.

“Come on,” He called with a wide smile and heavy Massachusetts accent. “We’ve got pizza.” You chuckled at his coercion, but extended a look to Nolan before you decided anything. This time, he was wearing a tiny smile, and you interpreted the look as the closest you were going to get to him inviting you over.

“As long as you’ve got pizza.” You sighed dramatically, relenting as if it was a terribly hard choice. A round of playful cheers went up around the group, and you joined them as they all shuffled into the apartment. You hung back slightly, following Nolan into his kitchen to get plates for everyone in order to get him alone. “If you want me to leave, I can. I know this isn’t exactly what we do.”

“I want you to stay.” Nolan told you, giving you a look as if he was confused by you questioning it. A feeling eerily similar to butterflies erupted in your stomach, but you did your best to ignore them and move on, not willing to confront what they meant at the current moment. He seemed to sense your apprehension, because he set the plates on the counter and cupped your face, pressing a quick and intimate kiss to your forehead. “Stay for me?”

Oh, you were screwed.

After that night, you spent more time with Nolan than without. A Flyers game calendar made its way onto your fridge, you found yourself watching more games than you ever thought you would. Nolan had weaseled his way into every aspect of your life with nothing more than a smile and a ‘come over’ mumbled through the phone—he had developed a habit of calling you instead of just a text, something you hadn’t realized you loved so much until he started doing it.

You were falling, hard and fast, but by the time you had admitted that to yourself you had already settled into a routine of being just friends—with benefits—with him. You hated that you were so invested in him, because with him came a whole hockey team, and suddenly you found yourself pacing your living room while the Flyers lost terribly. You were hoping that they at least wouldn’t get shut out, but as the final buzzer sounded through your television the team skated off frustrated and defeated, five to nothing.

Your phone buzzed not long after the game ended, a text from Nolan that made your heart skip a beat the moment you saw his name on your screen and stop all together once you read what it said. It was nothing more than a simple ‘stay up for me? I want to see you’, but it meant so much more. Your mind was running wild, you knew that he didn’t mean just for sex, something deep down told you that, and you wanted nothing more than to let yourself overthink.

Typing out a vague ‘door’s unlocked’ text in response, you hit send before you could talk yourself out of it. You sighed to yourself, wondering just when things got to this point; Nolan was supposed to be nothing more than a no strings attached relationship. Then things transformed into friends with benefits, and now you were stuck in something else where you were afraid that you were reading too much into things.

With a groan, you tried to get yourself to calm down. You changed into some pajamas and climbed into bed, doing your best to think of anything but Nolan and how he was due to arrive any moment. When you heard your front door open, you shut off your phone and dropped it onto your nightstand.

Nolan stopped in your doorway, and for a moment the two of you just studied each other. He looked incredibly tired, having played his hardest for forty minutes of hockey only to come up short. He must have gone home and changed, because he already was in a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt. He looked so exhausted, so worn down both physically and emotionally from the hard loss, that without much thought you pulled back the edge of your duvet next to you. He picked up on your silent message, and without further instruction he climbed into bed beside you.

You were laying on your back, and Nolan tucked his head in the crook of your neck, one arm strung across you. Your hand immediately moved to card through his hair in an instant, and he let out a contented sigh at your action. You wondered if he could hear your heart racing, if he knew how much he affected you and how you were wrapped around his finger.

Nolan wondered if you could tell how hard he had fallen for you.

He thought it was obvious. You had been the only person he wanted to spend his time with lately, and now he was going to you for comfort after games instead of just sex. If he was being honest with himself, he had never wanted just sex from you, and now that he had a taste of what it was like to be yours, he never wanted to go back.

He just needed to tell you that.

You felt the air in the room shift after a moment. You could practically hear the gears turning in Nolan’s head; he was thinking about something and if he didn’t spit it out soon you were going to overthink yourself to death.

“Are you going to talk to me?” You questioned quietly, voice barely above a whisper but seemingly a scream in the otherwise silent room. Nolan hummed in response, vibrating against you from where he was pressed against you in an attempt to buy himself time to answer. Pulling back slightly, you pressed a kiss to his hairline, an action that you hoped would spur him on.

“I don’t want this to end.” He mumbled lowly, securing his arm around you tighter. You froze under the implication of his words, what it would mean going forward. All you knew was that you didn’t want things to end either.

“Who says it has to?” You tried. Both of you were speaking vaguely, neither saying what you really meant despite it being obvious. Nolan shifted after you spoke, propping himself up onto his elbow beside you. You felt his gaze heavy on you, and with every ounce of strength you had you forced yourself to meet his stare.

“But I don’t want to be just friends.” His voice was low and serious and in a subconscious move you reached a hand out to grab his shirt in an attempt to get closer to him. He was so close to saying it, saying what you wanted to hear about you and him and you and him and your relationship together.

“I don’t either.” The words left you in a whisper, barely audible. It was enough for Nolan, though, because in a moment his hand was on your jaw, thumb brushing across your cheek in an action so tender you felt yourself melt. And then his lips were on yours in a kiss so soft you felt yourself falling for him all over again.

You were gripping his shirt tightly, even after he pulled back slightly and dropped his forehead against yours. Even with the close contact, you could see the smile on his face. Your heart was hammering in your chest—the kiss, the confession, and your newfound relationship was almost too much.

“You know, I thought you hated me at first.” You told him. Nolan let out a laugh, one arm wrapping around you before he used his weight to flip the both of you so he was on his back and you were laying on his chest.

Nolan wondered if you could hear his heart racing, if you knew how much you affected him and how he was wrapped around your finger. He had been, for a while, and he had a feeling he would be for much longer.

Hating you was never an option.

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fortheloveofwonderland · 3 years

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Ode to a Conversation Stuck in Your Throat [Spencer Reid x fem! Reader]

Find my masterlist here. Requests are Open.

Based on a wonderful song fic request I received from @itsametaphorbriansblog for the song Ode to a Conversation Stuck in Your Throat by Del Water Gap. I'd never heard the song before but trust me when I say it's awesome and my head was full with these lyrics. And yes, Alice in Wonderland is my favorite book.

Requested: Yes l No

CW: swearing, mentions of drinking, mentions of smut but nothing too explicit, some angst but happy ending.

Plot: Spencer wants to believe he can have a casual relationship with you. But just the thought of someone else touching you the way he does sends him into a tailspin. He wants you all to himself.

WC: 3.9K

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I do not want to fight this anymore

I just want to lay back

And watch you pin me to the bed

How he ended up here was somewhat of a mystery to Spencer but he had no intention of complaining.

He was sure he’d have time to think about it later, but right now all he was focused on was the way you pinned him to the bed, your soft hands wrapped around his wrists.

He was too enamoured taking in every beautiful curve of your body, the swell of your breasts and hips, the feeling of your silky thighs pressed against his own much hairier ones.

He drank you in as you kissed him, your tongue tasting like coffee and vodka. Your lips against his felt as though they’d found their rightful place in the world.

And when you finally lowered yourself on his throbbing member, everything else slipped away. The only thing in the world he could focus on was how fucking good it felt to have you wrapped around him.

It was as though all the stars had aligned and all his birthdays and christmases had come at once.

He never thought he’d have a shot with someone like you. This was better than even his wildest dreams.

I used to call you my best friend

Way back before you were my everything

Now I’m sucking on your neck

You’d worked together for several years and quickly became best friends. But there was always something more between you. Lingering glances, a few too many casual touches.

An odd tension that Spencer had never been able to put his finger on until the first time you saw each other naked and it vanished.

It had started after a few too many drinks at Rossi’s and ended in Spencer’s bed. That had been six months ago and since then the two of you spent all your free time between the sheets together.

It just made sense.

But you had made it clear it was simply sex, a means to an end. You were seeing another guy who knew about Spencer too. You told Spencer he was free to see other women.

He didn’t want to see other women. He only ever wanted to see you. He wanted to see you all the time, preferably naked and sitting on his cock.

He had agreed this was fine. He was ok with this arrangement. He’d told you he was fine with this other guy you were seeing if he was fine with you seeing Spencer.

Fine. Everything was just fine.

And you wrote my favorite song

Now I’m fucked up and carrying on

I do not know the words yet, oh

It had been a lie.

He thought he could separate the physical from his feelings but he wasn’t that kind of man. He wished he could be. But the idea of not having you all to himself made him feel sick.

And it hits me

I don't want anybody else touching you like I do

Like I do

Like me

He thought he was ok with it until he was lonely in his apartment one night. He text you asking you to come over.

Your response told him you were with your other man. And he spiralled.

He couldn’t help his mind wander over the things you would be doing together.

Did he kiss you on your neck the way you loved? Did he know the way you liked to be touched?

Did he make you feel the way Spencer did? Did he make you come the way Spencer knew how?

The thought of you naked being pleasured by another man made his heart ache. Images of you touching him, being fucked by him, screaming his name; it was too much.

He wanted to be the only one who got to touch you like that; to see you at your orgasms peak.

It really wasn’t fair. He didn’t want to share you. He didn’t want to be left alone in his room wracked with sadness at the thought of you with another man.

Is it okay?

That I don’t want anybody else touching you like I do

Like I do

Like me

Yeah

“What did you get up to with Matt last night?” Spencer asked as he made you both coffees the next morning.

You rolled your eyes.

“Mark.” you sighed as you spoke. You knew Spencer knew his name, he had an eidetic memory for god sake. He was doing it deliberately.

“Matt, Mark same difference.” he shrugged, pouring sugar into his cup.

“We just hung out.” you took the other mug he’d filled and twirled your spoon around in it. “You know, usual stuff.”

You leant back against the counter, holding the warm mug between your hands and inhaling the smell.

Spencer turned to look at you.

You had a noticeable hickey on your neck, one he certainly hadn’t left. You must know he could see it.

“The usual stuff you and Morgan would do when you hang out or the usual stuff you and I do when we hang out?”

You rolled your eyes again and pushed yourself away from the counter and headed back towards your desk.

Spencer followed close behind you.

“Just because you don’t speak doesn’t mean you didn’t answer.” he whispered as he caught up with you. “Nice hickey.”

He practically stormed to his desk and threw himself in the chair.

You sighed to yourself. You should have known Spencer would be this way.

A little while later Morgan passed by your desk as you had your nose buried in a case file.

“Ohhh looks like pretty girl got some loving last night! The size of that mark on your neck Miss thing!”

You looked up at him, your cheeks stained crimson.

You made brief eye contact with Spencer. If you weren’t mistaken, his eyes were filled with tears.

He pushed his chair back and stormed away from where JJ and Emily were now getting a good look at your hickey too.

“What’s up with him?” Morgan frowned.

“I don’t think he’s feeling too good today.” You replied.

It wasn’t exactly a lie.

Tell me that nobody else touches you

Like I do, like I do

Oh, tell me that nobody else touches you like me

Tell me that nobody else touches you

Like I do, like I do

Oh, tell me that nobody else touches you like me

There was no case to take you out of the state and you were looking forward to going home.

Spencer caught up with you as you stepped in the elevator and shoved his way inside just before the doors closed.

“Do you want to come over?” he asked the second the doors shut behind him.

“Not tonight Spence, I’m exhausted.” you stifled a yawn as if to prove your point.

“Did you use all your energy on Mike?” he sounded so bitter.

“I did not use all my energy on Mark. I’m tired from dealing with a whiny, jealous baby all day.” you rolled your eyes yet again.

“I’m not jealous.” he scoffed. “Or whiny. Or a baby.”

“Sure you aren’t.” The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened.

You patted Spencer on his shoulder as you stepped out.

“Goodnight Spencer, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He pouted a little as he watched you go.

Maybe it was time to just let you go entirely.

You’re pulling on my habit lines

The more I smoke the more I find

I can’t just fall asleep instead

One am and Spencer’s phone startled him awake. He was used to being called in the middle of the night for work so he was wide awake in an instant.

He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and put it to his ear.

“Reid.” he spoke, expecting it to be Hotch calling about a case.

“Hey,” your voice was low and sultry.

Spencer swallowed.

“What?” he knew what. He knew exactly what you were calling for.

He had to say no. He had to stay strong. He couldn’t keep giving in to you. Not anymore.

“You know what. Don’t play dumb Spence, it doesn’t suit you.”

“I’m sleeping.”

“Well I’m touching myself.” you moaned softly. “But I do wish it was your hand between my legs.”

You heard a breathy sigh leave his lips. You knew that was enough to make him hard.

“Fuck Y/N,” he groaned. “I’ll be over in a half hour.”

You grinned as you hung up the phone.

Spencer wished he wasn’t so weak. He wished he could say no to you.

He wished he could tell you it was him or Mark. You had to choose.

He would if he didn’t fear the answer.

And you’re not my protector

I hope you know it wasn’t her

That kept me off your side of the bed, oh

He put his all in that night. He wanted to make you feel the best you’d ever felt so the next time you saw Mark you were thinking of him.

He made you come seven times, you honestly didn’t think you would walk for days after. By the time the sun came up you were so sensitive you didn’t know if you’d be able to dress for work without your clothes flustering your sensitive skin.

“Jeez Spence, I hope we’ve got another office day today.” You ached all over. “I don’t know if I’m going to be any good in the field like this.”

He felt an odd sense of pride. You’d remember this, you’d remember how good he’d made you feel.

He hoped he’d fucked Mark right out of your head.

And it hits me

I don’t want anybody else touching you

Like I do

Like me

“Jesus pretty girl, your hickeys have hickeys!” Morgan chuckled as you walked into the BAU with no sleep and only one coffee in your system.

Spencer tried to hide the smug look from his face.

“Another night with your lover boy aye?” Emily nudged you in the arm as you made a beeline for the coffee machine.

He felt very good about himself right now.

“Speaking of your lover boy,” JJ piped up. “You had some flowers delivered this morning.”

Spencer’s face fell. No. No that wasn’t fair.

You forgot all about the coffee and headed to your desk where a beautiful array of red roses awaited you.

Spencer wanted to take them and stomp on them. The way you were stomping on his heart.

“Oh wow.” You smiled as you read the note. “How sweet.”

“If you ask me he’s trying too hard.” Spencer tried not to sound bitter or sad as he spoke. He failed miserably.

“Well good job no ones asking you.” You shot him an annoyed glance.

The tension suddenly grew thick. You and Spencer glared at one another while Morgan, Emily and JJ stared on in confusion.

“We have a case.” Hotch’s voice broke the stare off.

Thank god you thought. Saved before you had a chance to say something you’d regret.

You put the flowers down and headed towards the round table room. You heard Spencer shuffling behind you.

“What was that about?” JJ frowned.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Emily shrugged.

“I think I’ve got an idea.” Morgan smirked as the three of them started to follow. “Pretty boy has a crush on pretty girl.”

It is okay?

That I don’t want anybody else touching you

Like I do

Like me

You barely said two words to Spencer in the four days you spent in Missouri unless it pertained to the case.

Everyone could tell something was amiss between the two of you. The team was so used to your playful banter and inside jokes you had with one another. It was painfully obvious something was going on.

It was late when you arrived back at Quantico so Hotch sent you all straight home.

Spencer caught up with you in the parking lot.

“Y/N, can we talk?”

“No.” You didn’t turn back to look at him as you headed to your car.

“Y/N please we need to talk.”

“I’m sick of this.” You groaned as you reached your vehicle. “You said you were ok with us seeing other people Spencer.” You spun back to look at him.

He was playing with the strap of his messenger back in an awkward fashion.

“Well...I’m not.” He shrugged.

“No shit.” You scoffed. “I’m sorry Spencer but I can’t do this anymore. I like Mark, he’s nice. We have fun.”

“So I’m not nice? You don’t have fun with me?” He stepped a little closer to you.

“You’re draining Spencer.” You confessed. “I once thought maybe you and I could be more than, whatever this is, but it’s exhausting Spence. With Mark it’s just easy. We spoke yesterday and he said he wanted us to get serious. No seeing other people. I told him I’d like that.”

Spencer’s heart felt like it had been ripped from his chest. He felt as though you had punched the air from his lungs.

He fought for a breath, stumbling on his feet a little.

“You’re...you’re choosing him?”

“Yes.” You chewed your lip guilty. “I’m sorry Spencer but honestly, you’re too much like hard work.” You turned away from him and opened the drivers door, closing it quickly behind you before you changed your mind.

You watched Spencer in your rear view mirror as you pulled out of your parking space.

He hadn’t moved. He just stood there, dejected and sad staring in your wake.

You were barely out of the parking lot before your first tear fell.

You’re in his living room

And it may not mean much you

But your plates are in his sink

And your sweaters on his bed

Won’t you text me when you’re home?

My baby, spare me all the rest

It had been little over a month and Spencer wouldn’t make eye contact with you. He wouldn’t speak directly to you. He wouldn’t even be in the same room as you if he could help it.

At this point the whole team knew something was up. Hotch had pulled you both up on it but you’d both lied and said everything was fine.

Everything was far from fine.

Every night for just over a month Spencer had cried himself to sleep. He’d spent his waking hours in his apartment imaging what the two of you were doing.

Were you laughing at movies? Reading together? Having romantic dinners or walks in the park hand in hand? Were you making love over and over again?

His sleep was haunted by thoughts of you too. No where was safe. He’d started wondering if he could even work with you anymore. Maybe it was time to go into teaching?

Being around you every day just didn’t seem like an option anymore because every time he saw you, his heart broke all over again.

Please just tell me

That nobody else touches you like I do

Oh tell me that nobody touches you like me

It wasn’t just that he’d lost the woman he had started developing feelings for, he had lost his best friend too. He wanted to talk to someone about the heartache he was feeling and usually that someone would be you.

He wanted his best friend back. It was killing him.

He didn’t know how to deal with losing you so he didn’t. He didn’t know how to talk to you anymore so he stopped talking to you altogether.

The flower deliveries stopped after a few months which made it slightly easier for him to forget about you dating another man.

After about seven months your demeanor shifted a little. You stopped talking about Mark as much and were more vague about your weekend plans.

By the time it was coming up to a year you stopped talking about him entirely. When Spencer overheard you speaking to JJ or Emily about your weekend plans it was always along the lines of “TV and pizza for one.”

For Garcia’s birthday the whole team was going out for drinks at a local bar. Since you ended things with him Spencer avoided hanging out with the team outside of work when you would be there. He would always come up with some kind of excuse.

But Garcia was not the kind of person to take no for an answer.

So reluctantly he went along. Emily helped him pick out a gift for her, a unicorn charm for her bracelet. Certainly not something Spencer would have chosen but Emily insisted the tech analyst would love it.

Whilst in the jewelry store a delicate silver necklace had caught his eye. It had an intricate charm of a bottle with a little label with the words “Drink Me” etched into it.

It had taken him back to a conversation from years past.

You were still new to the team and trying to keep your head down and not get in anyone's way. The team was all so close and you didn’t want to step on any toes.

On the way back from your latest case in New York you didn’t sleep like the rest of the team. You were wide awake, probably on a high from the adrenaline brought on by the case.

You sat at the back of the jet alone with your head buried in a book. You didn’t notice someone watching you or approaching you until you heard the leather seat opposite you squeak a little as your company sat down.

You looked up to see Spencer smiling softly at you.

“What are you reading?” he asked with genuine interest.

You blushed a little chewing your lip, turning the book over in your hands.

“Alice in Wonderland.” you slid the old book across the table to him.

He picked it up cautiously and turned the worn pages.

“First edition.”

“Yeah.” you nodded as he looked back up at you. “It was my dad’s. He used to read it to me when I was young. He passed away a few years ago and it helps me feel close to him.” it was the most open you’d been since joining the team.

Spencer smiled at you sadly and handed you back the book.

“I’m sorry about your dad. But that’s nice you have that.”

“Yeah I suppose it is.”

Emily had stepped out of the store to take a phone call and he had found himself purchasing the necklace. He didn’t know why. He couldn’t help himself.

Garcia had loved her charm, she’d squealed and hugged him so tightly Spencer felt the air being squeezed from his lungs.

She opened the rest of her presents while the rest of the team drank. You and Spencer kept making accidental eye contact and each time you would both smile awkwardly at one another.

You got up from the table to buy a round of drinks. Spencer watched you go. It would be his perfect chance to get to talk to you. He needed to know what was going on. Had you and Mark split up? And if you had, did that mean there was anyway he still stood a chance with you?

He’d wanted to ask for so long but every time he went to say something, the words got stuck in his throat, refusing to leave.

But this time he was determined. He needed to know where he stood once and for all.

At the very least could he get his best friend back?

And it hits me

I don’t want anybody else touching you

Like I do

Like me

“Thought you might need a hand.” Spencer sidled up next to you. It was the closest you’d been to one another in almost a year.

“Thanks.” you smiled softly, a little awkwardly.

You looked at each other for a moment, neither of you sure what to say to each other.

Not so long ago the two of you could talk about anything and everything until you were blue in the face. You never ran out of things to talk to each other about. So much had changed.

Spencer reached into his inside pocket and pulled out the small jewelry box. He turned it over in his hand a few times before he held his hand out.

“I saw this when I was getting Garcia’s birthday present and I couldn’t help myself.” he shrugged like it was no big deal.

You chewed your lip as you cautiously took the box from him. You ran your fingers over it for a few seconds before you slowly opened it.

Tears immediately sprang to your eyes as you looked down at the little Alice in Wonderland themed necklace cushioned inside the box.

You looked back up at Spencer with a sniff.

“Spence,” a small tear escaped your eye. “You remembered.”

“I remember everything about you.” he shrugged again.

You sniffed back any more tears that might fall and gently lifted the necklace from the box.

“Could you help me?” you held it out for Spencer who nodded and took the necklace from you.

He unclasped it as you turned around. He gently draped it around your neck and secured it.

You turned back to face him, you fingers on the necklace charm.

“Thank you so much Spencer, I love it.”

“You’re welcome.” he smiled. “I hope Mitch doesn’t mind you wearing it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“We broke up.” you didn’t bother to correct him on his name. “A few months ago.”

“Oh.” Spencer tried not to look too pleased about this. “Do you mind me asking why?”

“I think you know why.” you stepped a little closer to him. “He wasn’t the right man for me.”

“Oh.” he squeaked a little. “That’s uhm...I’m sorry to hear that.”

“No you aren’t.” you laughed, stepping even closer to him.

You placed your hands carefully on his shoulders and you felt him practically melt into your touch.

“Anyway I’m the one that should be sorry.” you whispered.

“For what?” he croaked, feeling weak at your proximity.

“For choosing the wrong man. I should have known better.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, your body so close he could feel your warmth. “I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this before, but I have a guilty pleasure for rom-coms.”

“You’ve definitely never told me that before. I would have remembered giving you a hard time for that.” he laughed a little and so did you.

“Yeah, I figured as much.” you nodded. “Anyway, with my extensive knowledge of rom-coms I should have known.”

“Should have known what?” he swallowed a lump in his throat.

“That the girl always ends up with the best friend.” and with that you pressed your lips against his.

Spencer immediately took hold of your face in his hands and deepened the kiss.

You didn’t care that your whole team was probably watching. You didn’t care the whole bar could have been watching. All you cared about was Spencer.

When the kiss broke you both had tears in your eyes. You kept your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist to keep you close.

“I never want to have to think about someone else touching you the way I do again Y/N. I want to be the only person who gets to touch you.”

“Ok.” you smiled brightly at him. “But only if I get to be the only person who gets to touch you.”

Spencer laughed, kissing you again.

“That my love,” he smiled. “Is all I’ve ever wanted.”

Is it okay?

That I don’t want

Anybody else touching you like I do

Like I do

Like me

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minachuuu · 3 years

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Itzy Reaction to their S/O being Covered in Tattoos

This was my first request for an Itzy reaction and I was so excited because I love those girls so much, I hope you enjoy it!💜✨

Yeji

There was something about you that didn't let her eyes leave your silhouette, sitting across her, all the way at the opposite side of the cafe. Dressed entirely in black, a leather jacket draping around you brought in the exact pinch of mystery that called Yeji's attention.

But just exactly as she was taking a sip of her iced tea, you had the fantastic idea of taking the leather jacket off, revealing your arms and neckline to be covered with various tattoos, your black shirt hiding so much more. Let's say that Yeji's body forgot how to deal with liquids at that moment, spraying everything over Ryujin, Lia and herself, making the few people around turn around to face them, including you. If she was nervous to talk to you before, now the nerves had doubled adding embarrassment to the mix.

Standing up to the bathroom to clean herself, Yeji didn't notice you entering a few seconds behind her. She jumped startled when she recognized you, but you approached her with a smile.

"Ah bummer, your shirt isn't going to dry quickly," You pointed at the obvious, your voice trembling. You extended your hand, offering her your leather jacket. "Here, use this."

She nodded, shyly taking the jacket from you. She agreed if you allowed her to buy you a pastry and you accepted with a chuckle. Both of you also found the perfect excuse to ask for your phone numbers. You know, only to return your jacket later.

Add time to the mixture, and Yeji still doesn't understand exactly how one of the most embarrassing moments in her life brought the most amazing person into her life.

Now, in the private comfort of your nights together, sometimes when you take your shirt off, she'll embrace you from behind, losing herself watching all the amazing illustrations engraved in your skin, gently caressing her fingers through them.

Lia

By Chaeryeong's recommendation, this was finally the day that Jisu decided to go and take a walk in the park. But her stroll was interrupted when she heard the soft sound of a guitar playing close to her. She followed the music and directed her to you, who was peacefully sitting on a park bench, playing with chords and strumming patterns. But what caught her attention even more, was the sun lighting up such a variety of colors and pictures all painted across what she was able to see from your body.

Even if you looked kind of hard to approach, you still awaked a fair amount of interest in Jisu, so she breathed in enough courage to talk to you, approaching slowly.

"That sounds beautiful!" She tucked one strand of hair in her ear as she fidgeted with her hands. Her eyes tenderly scanning every drawing all over your body, prompted your cheeks to turn bright red. "Is it your song?"

"Thank you!" You smiled, suddenly awakening something new in Jisu's heart. "It is mine, but I still can't get the lyrics right."

Bingo. She latched from that to make a conversation, offering herself to help you write. You couldn't help but notice how she couldn't stop looking at your tattoos, sometimes completely ignoring what you were saying. A great friendship sparked between you two from that moment on, but day by day, Jisu couldn't keep ignoring the butterflies in her stomach everytime she lost herself in the colorful collage that was your skin.

So now that you two finally stopped ignoring your feelings towards each other and started dating, don't be surprised if she begs you to use more sleeveless shirts, crop tops, or tries to keep you from putting a shirt on as much as she can when you're alone. Jisu can’t help it, she just finds you a walking work of art, one that makes her go *keyboard smash* all the time.

Ryujin

Ryujin doesn't really like to be told what to do, so she wasn't really amused by the idea of having someone unknown review her own choreography. But then you walked through the door, and she couldn't understand exactly how to feel about it. Your dark makeup and clothing, covered in tons of tattoos made her heart do flips in all directions, and she couldn't settle on feeling afraid, excited, intimidated or amazed.

All this confusion made the usually confident and witty Ryujin all flustered as she couldn't even focus on the notes that you gave to her because her eyes refused to leave the illustrations engraved in your body. She only nodded at all your words, convincing herself that it was just fear what you aroused inside of her.

But she was quickly proved wrong by her own thoughts, as you didn't seem to leave her mind at all; your eyes, your lips, the way your body moved, and especially, every drawing that was painted across your skin.

The next day, Ryujin opened the door and her eyes landed on you, calling all those feelings back in her. You glanced at her reflection through the mirror, smiling at her dumbfounded expression.

"Oh hey Ryujin! I'm glad you could make it." You turned around, grabbing a little paper bag and handling it to her. "I bought some cookies and a coffee for you, hope you like them!"

Right there, she melted on the inside. The cute gesture helped get her confidence back, making this rehearsal a blatant back and forth of pure flirting.

It all grew up to become an amazing relationship, were one of your hobbies is to combine Ryujin's audacious attitude and your threatening appearance to prank people (Mostly Ryujin's groupmates, who are we kidding), but behind closed doors, no one could imagine that the most intimidating couple was all lovey-dovey with each other.

Chaeryeong

Look, Chaeryeong isn't one to judge people based on their appearance. She didn't mind that you were covered in tattoos at all, but how can she help it when you're known as the stone cold, intimidating, serious and bossy member of your group? And most of all, how was she supposed to breath now that you were standing right in the same practice room as her? Could you two be friends? Would you like her? Maybe find her cute? But what if you weren't her type?

Your group and Itzy were collabing for a special stage at a music award show and she couldn't stop staring at you through the mirror, your stoic expression as you reviewed the steps of the choreography. She found her eyes straying to the rest of your body over and over again, tracing your tattoos in her mind, wondering how it felt to touch them.

The rehearsal came to a break and you dropped over the couch, your members surrounding you. Chaeryeong kept staring from the other side of the room, but was a bit taken aback when, amid conversation, you let out the most gentle chuckle she had ever seen. In general, it was the first time she had ever seen you smile. Impressed by how your amiable aura wasn't going down either, she convinced Ryujin to help her approach you.

Turns out, your stoic personality was mostly just a concept that you acted for the cameras, but the softer, more real side of you was what cemented her crush over you, especially contrasted with your threatening, and frankly quite attractive looks. Luckily for her, you did find her really cute, and you kept in touch after the awards, allowing much more to flourish between you two.

Now that you two are happily in a relationship, she doesn't throw away the chance to relish on your tougher side either, running to the safety of your decorated arms every time she needs to forget the world around her.

Yuna

You first met Yuna in a queue in an amusement park, when you were waiting to get on a ride. You were chatting with your group of friends when she caught your attention, and apparently it was mutual, since she kept staring at you and your few visible tattoos in your arms and neck. You chuckled at her wide eyes, as she locked them with yours. But she wasn't shying away from you. She instantly waved at you with a wide smile, nearing you. Yuna introduced herself, along with Yeji and Ryujin who were going on the ride as well.

She wasn't afraid to start asking about your tattoos and their meanings, and honestly you didn't mind answering them either. Most of them were new, and you proudly showed them off to someone willing to listen. After a good while chatting and your mutual crush being obvious to everyone around, you both agreed on going up the ride together, since both your groups were in the odd numbers.

From that day on, an amazing friendship grew between you two, and Yuna never lost the habit of asking for a meaning everytime that you got a new tattoo. Except for one day, where she pointed out one that didn't have any particular explanations, you just had tattooed it because it looked pretty and cool. Yuna nodded silently at the answer, lost in her own thoughts for some minutes.

"What do you think about tattooing my face?" She blurted out, staring lost at the horizon.

"Wha-" You blinked, startled out at the sudden question.

"I am pretty and cool too!" She turned around, not an ounce of a joke in her voice.

You couldn't help but giggle in response, the way she wasn't afraid to be herself just allowed your crush on her to keep growing everyday. Always enjoying each other's company, you were both excited at the idea of being something more in the future.

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potter-imagines · 3 years

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Meadow (George Weasley x Reader)

Prompt: Hi, maybe fred or george (you can choose) and the reader are spending the afternoon in a flower meadow together? (sorry for my english, it's not my first language)🙈😊

Notes: okay I'm sure spring break isn't a thing at hogwarts but for this write, it is . hope you enjoy !!

Warnings: none, just a lot of fluff cause everyone loves george

Word Count: 3.5k

Spring break was winding down to a close as early April broke through. New life was brought to fruition as the snow from the harsh winter evaporated into the ground. Outside the grounds of the Weasley’s home were fields and fields of open land. Flowers sprouted in every step creating a kaleidoscope of colors. Those tumbling plains seemed to extend for miles beyond the horizon. Just beyond those grassy hills and slopes was a large, secluded meadow.

It was the early hours of a Saturday morning when a pair invaded the area far before the sun began to rise. The meadow Y/n and George had been occupying seemed to be the perfect location to view the birth of the new season. The perfect spot to enjoy each other’s company. Soon they would be ushered back to Kings Cross and board the Hogwarts Express- George for his last time and Y/n, well it certainly wouldn’t be her last time, no matter how hard she dreamed it was. The topic of George leaving Hogwarts was one the couple tip-toed around. Break was only two weeks but that meant two extra weeks for the pair to be together. With the school year tumbling to an end, George would be leaving school soon with his brother to start his dream and Y/n would be stuck needing to finish her last year at Hogwarts alone. The girl was a year below her boyfriend and although it never caused any friction for the pair, the gap was finally giving them issues.

In George’s mind, arriving to his last school year was both an accomplishment, and a burden. As excited as he was to finally leave those stone walls that held him back, the last thing he wanted was to leave her behind. It didn’t make any of the pain easier knowing that he’d be leaving alongside Fred earlier than the rest of their classmates. Y/n had been the only other living soul Fred and George had filled in on their grand exit plan. They needed someone to keep guard and be a lookout so who better than the one person they trusted not to run their mouth.

There was a heavy smell of earth in the air, mixed with the faint odor of new growth. The vivid green leaves and the cheerful colors of the blossoms are a feast. Flowers popped up from the soiled ground and the fruit hanging from the trees were starting to come to life.

The couple had spent a good portion of their break at the secluded meadow. In a way, it became their little secret spot. Not that it was a secret location by any means. Fred and George had discovered the meadow a few years back when they had ventured miles away from the burrow. The boys were always adventurous, especially when Molly and Arthur finally allowed them free range outside the family home when they were eleven. There were miles and miles of tall grass and woodland that made it easy to get lost. Of course with Fred and George, losing their way was never a worry. When the boys stumbled upon the breathtaking meadow, George seemed to be the only one interested in their find. Fred had wandered off into the section of forest they entered through, his attention captured by a group of baby deer camouflage in the woods. For years George would wander back to the meadow on his own when he needed a break from the loudness of his siblings or grew tired of Ron trailing on his coattails every turn. He promised himself he would keep the spot to himself, let it be his own private sanctuary. This plan ran smooth for a few years before George made the exception to break the rule for one person only.

But for now, the two could only take advantage of the time they had together and they didn’t intend to spend a second apart. It looked as if Y/n and George had stepped straight into a storybook. The grass was Eden-green and thigh-high to a thrush. A neon-blue ribbon of river ran through the ground in a squiggle line. A party of bright yellow ducklings scattered in the calm water, small quacks filling the air. Chirping and sweet songs from the birds made that feeling of Spring become a reality. Buzzing bumble bees and wildflowers sprung along the land. The sounds of nature engulfed the girl whole as she melted into the soft grass.

“I could stay here for the rest of my life- away from people, away from the world. It’s peaceful.” Y/n hummed softly. Her large doe eyes observed the clouds that formed a perfect line-up in the baby blue sky, as if they were boats safely moored in celestial harbour. Peeks of sunlight seeped in through the cracks in the fluffy clouds casting a shimmering light as they danced slowly by in the sky. Just a moment before she was listing off all the animals and objects she saw in the sky. Now she was considering the thought of staring at them forever.

George stole a quick glance down where she laid in his lap. Strands of her h/c hair flowing across his legs and hands. It tickled against his skin as a light breeze swept past. Her abrupt words had caught him off guard. He had missed the sound of her voice for the last hour, although adored the trance-like state of happiness that she was in so he was constantly biting his tongue to keep his thoughts from pouring out. Now that she was somewhat back to earth, he was eager to chat. Tilting his head in her direction George raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah?” He questioned.

A smile graced her lips as she nodded in confirmation. The land was beautiful, unlike anything she had seen. There certainly weren’t any meadows with such serenity as this in the city of London. For once in her life she could hear the sound of her heart beating in the quietness of the open land and she loved it. No cars honking, no crabby cityfolk shoving their way through crowds, no taxi drivers screaming at pedestrians to move, no bright lights, just nature and all of its creations.

Extending her arm, Y/n pointed out to the land. George followed her direction to see she was gesturing to a small section of the meadow that was surrounded by an eyecatching army of poppies and bellflowers. A large willow tree stood towering over the side. In the middle was a bare section- large enough for a home to fit. Y/n grinned in excitement as she suddenly sat up straight.

“Yeah. Build a little cottage, start a garden, maybe even a family… I think it would be lovely.” She said dreamily. Her eyes looked up to George in wonder, silently asking him to share his opinion. Mirroring her previous actions, George scanned the meadow. He placed his hand against his chin, pretending to think long and hard about her idea. Y/n giggled besides him and shoved him lightly on the shoulder. He chuckled in response and leaned back into the log supporting him. George nodded in agreement to the pondering dream.

There was a casual grace to the meadow, as if it has a peripheral awareness of its own beauty yet would rather be at peace in this warm sun. It was quaint and humble yet glowing in - like a glorious mansion hidden away in a forest. A hidden gem that was to be kept away from the rest of society. Their own little happy place that opened and bloomed just for them. There was something so magical about the meadow that George couldn’t pass it up. It felt like fate leading him there- leading them.

“Think we could make that work. The family part is a definante- it’s just building a home that’ll take a bit of time. We could get started on making a family of our own right now-” George was cut off when a hand clamped over his mouth. Although he was only joking, he wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.

“George-” She warned playfully.

“Or in a few years. But living out here would be nice. ‘S not like I got to worry about commuting for work. It’d be a nice escape from the shop once we get business running, and once you graduate. Not to mention moving out here would mean I’d get to see more of you in that pretty dress. Flowers in your hair... you look so enchanting, darling.” A bashfulness struck Y/n to her core at his words. Her eyes instinctively shot down to the grass as a paint of red rose to her face. George’s heart quite literally stuttered at her reaction. Making her blush, seeing her smile because of something he said never failed to bring a sense of happiness to George. That damn smile, he thought to himself. He was sure she could convince him of anything when that innocent look took over. It was natural for her. Y/n was simply ethereal in every way.

His hand brushed as gently as a feather across the skin of her cheek. Pushing the daisy back in place behind her ear, George drew his hand down from her ear to her neck. Gripping her softly George pulled her towards his body, lessening the space between the pair. Dipping his head he leaned in towards the girl until their lips were only inches apart. He smirked teasingly, ready to make a remark when Y/n took matters into her own hands.

Linking her hand around his chin she pulled his face in hers with a deep kiss. Although she initiated the gesture, it was George’s response that made her lose all sense of control. His large hands moved from her face to her waist in an instant. Much to Y/n’s surprise he lifted her without warning, still holding her lips in his, and placed her in his lap so she was facing him. Her hands instinctively switched to wrap around his neck for stability. Fingers gripped at his short ginger locks as she adjusted her hips into his.

Y/n’s heart pounded in her chest as her entire body got weaker. She could only focus on how soft he felt against her mouth, how addictively he invaded all her senses. Everytime their lips met a rush of adrenaline and love ran through her veins. The muscles in her body went limp at his touch, jelly like. George held a tight lock around her waist keeping her steady against him. He slipped his tongue against her mouth, visibly shuddering when she slid her tongue against his in return. Tension was pooling by the second as the kiss intensified. Y/n’s strawberry dress cascaded down the side of legs as she repositioned in his lap earning a groan from George. Hot breath fanned against her face briefly at her movements. His hand darted from the small of her back to the exposed skin on her upper thigh, pushing her further into his body. The vibration of his voice against her lips and the tight grip of his hands on her thighs sent shivers down her spine. His kiss was sweet, like a long awaited embrace. Stars blurred her vision as George gripped her against his chest. The moment was quickly turning into a not so innocent kiss causing Y/n to slowly detach her lips from his. As she pulled away she remained sat in his lap, fingers brushing along the skin of his face as she admired his beauty. A smug smile was displayed on his face while he repositioned his hands behind his body to hold the pair up. Still holding his face in her palms, Y/n pressed forward to scatter a line of kisses on his cheeks. He chuckled in amusement before her kiss latched to his mouth once more. Between short and passionate pecks she fought for words to tell him how much he meant to her. She wanted to tell him all the emotions of love and desire he brought onto her. Tell him how she could never live with another- how he was the only one she wanted for the rest of her life.

“You’re too good to me, George.” She whispered against his lips. The lack of space between them was intoxicating. Heat emanated from George’s cheeks as he desperately attempted to regain his breath and compose himself. His chest was light with air caused by the sweetness of the girl before him. A small smear of glitter lip gloss covered his bottom lip in a shine.

George tasted a hint of bubble gum as his tongue swept along the skin of his bottom lip.

“I’d give you the whole world if I could but I’m afraid I don’t have the coins for that yet, princess.” Pressing his forehead against hers, George hummed the words. Y/n shook her head with a smile as she countered his grand proposition with one of her own.

“All I need is a quaint, cozy cottage out here and you… well a dog or a kitten would be nice too.” She laughed.

George could only stare at her in that moment. Her words registered although the naturalness to her beauty was too much for him to process. The sun hit her back in with such purpose it was as if she were an angel breaking through the sky. Her strawberry midi dress flowed down her sides and pooled in between his legs. Pretty pink satin clung to her form. The sparkling red strawberries fitted her perfectly. The ruffles on her shoulders gave her the look of a cottage princess, a fairy even. Hair flowing freely in the wind, it was a sight he’d never grow tired of seeing. He’d never seen someone as breathtaking as her.

Taking advantage of his silence, Y/n looked up to George in seriousness. His large brown eyes stared lovingly back to her. Gesturing to the meadow surrounding them, Y/n asked him,

“Do you think you’d be happy out here?”

George tore his stare from the girl to scope out the land once more. All the years he spent wandering down here alone in his mind and looking for some sort of answer to life, now he had found it. He could already picture where he would build a playset for the children and where he’d be able to make a small Quidditch pitch to teach your future kids. Ideas were forming for the house and how many rooms you’d both want. George was thinking somewhere around eight- extra room for more kids. Mapped out where the house would go, where he’d build a garden for you, figured out what tree would be perfect for him to put together a treehouse with Fred for the kids, and where the path would go towards the lake. The layout was quickly forming and he wanted in.

Y/n watched in curiosity as the thoughts swarmed through her lover’s head. She could see him intently thinking things over, then smiling before tilting his face back down at the girl. His head moved down so his lips could press against the skin of her forehead as he kissed her.

“Darling, as long as I’m with you, I’ll be more than happy.” He reassured her.

Y/n melted into the warmth provided by his lips. Her body leaned into his, desperate for more of him. George wrapped his arm around her shoulder tightly and fixed his body so he was sitting tall. She clung to his frame like a koala to a tree, burying her face into the material of his hoodie.

“Once I graduate?” Her muffled voice vibrated against his sternum. George ran his fingers up and down her spine as he held her tight.

“Once you graduate.” George repeated sincerely. Although they’d gone over the conversation a million different times, Y/n couldn’t help the shadow of doubts that crept into her mind. She trusted George with all her heart- every inch of her being but they’d be living in two separate worlds for a year and she worried that was something he might not want. Maybe he would realize he wanted to be with a girl his age, or someone older, someone not stuck at Hogwarts. Even without reason for worry, it still came.

Remaining in his hold yet moving back slightly, Y/n’s eyes darted to the flower covered ground. Her fingers ran along the petals absentmindedly as she worked to find the courage to speak. Her shift in emotions did not go unnoticed by the boy. George focused on the look of contemplation adorning her. As adorable as she looked, he hated seeing her in the slightest bit of distress. This went for any situation whether Y/n was stressed about a class, feeling ill, or just sad because she’s hungry, George does everything in his control to fix it for her.

“You’ll wait for me?” The sudden question took George aback. Her tone was a mix of innocence and fear. His confusion arose for the grave manner of her inquiry. Even if her worries were astonishingly unworldly to George, he knew better than to shut down her insecurities brashly. If the topic at hand weren’t so significant to their relationship, he might even crack a joke. However the seriousness in her features was not to be ignored.

George reached out to interlock his fingers through her warm hands. That comforting smile of his graced his face as he brought her knuckles up to his lips and placed a trial of kisses along the bones.

“Of course I’ll wait, love. No other girl I’d want to spend the rest of my life with- no other girl I want to call my wife, the mother of my children. No one but you, my love.” George insisted. It seemed magical to Y/n the way he always knew exactly what to say. Always so heartfelt and honest in meaning. He never told her a lie to make her happy but somehow managed to piece together a perfect string of words to make her whole again. Something in the way he spoke, in his words, it made her believe nearly anything was plausible. Most of all, she trusted him and believed that he had every intention of sticking around, which brought a sneaking grin to Y/n’s face. All those worries washed away at his words. It was a part she loved deeply about him.

The feeling of George’s touch smoothing over the bottom of her pink dress pulled Y/n back to the meadow. The scent of lavender and vanilla wafted past his nose from the perfume he had gifted her for Christmas. His fingers would skim against her bare leg in a teasing fashion as he smirked. Y/n let out a giggle at the tickling sensation of his touch. Her arms wrapped around his neck for support while her bashful grin never ceased.

“There’s that pretty smile.” George remarked with a chuckle. A sense of victory took hold of him at seeing her worries vanish. Arms locked around his neck, Y/n pulled him towards her as her head fell to his chest. Given their limited time, all the couple wanted to do for the next month was be in each other’s arms. George cherished every opportunity he got to hold her, knowing he’d spend the next year missing her everyday. It came in the little things as well like the way her hair always smelled like a basket of delicious fruits, or how she’d hum to herself while they were studying together. He already knew he’d spend most days babbling on to Fred about how much he missed Y/n. Break was almost over which meant the twins would be leaving Hogwarts for good within a few weeks. Y/n dreaded the idea of not seeing George every day, not getting to kiss him or hug him. George hated thinking about having to hear from her through letters and not getting to hear that sweet laughter every day. So for now, all George wanted was to hold his girl and enjoy the excitement for their future he felt budding inside of him.

The colors in the sky were starting to grow brighter by the minute and without saying it, the pair both knew they’d be needing to head back to The Burrow for lunch sooner then they’d care to admit. In the serenity of the meadows the couple found a sense of home. Y/n soaked in their last bits of time in the meadow before George mentioned them heading back. Although neither moved at his words but instead remained holding onto one another.

“I love you, George.”

“I love you more, princess.”

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creativeashproductions · 3 years

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We Wouldn’t Be Us // Charlie Gillespie

IN WHICH: We get a look into the timeline of the reader and Charlie’s relationship from the first date that wasn’t so perfect to the news they get. The relationship has its ups and downs like all relationships do but this one brings the birth of a song. They know in their relationship that anything less just wouldn’t be them

Warnings: Swearing, an argument, allusion to sex (NO SMUT), pure fluff

Words: 3.1k

A/N: I suppose this is an entry for @cherrymaybank’s Valentine’s Day Fic Challenge.

Based on the song We Wouldn’t Be Us by Alexandra Kay

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Every dress didn’t seem to fit properly no matter what mirror with different light in your apartment you tried. The spare bathroom’s bulb was dying, so that made the colour appear off, and the best mirror was dirty, which would dampen the romantic goal. Nothing made you feel that oomph that you desired for this date.

You could wear the standby little black dress of which you had two options, the clubbing one or the work appropriate one. It didn’t seem right to choose a standard black and no colour for this insanely sweet guy that had this insane energy. With that thought in mind, you dug deeper in your closet for that special dress that you’d never found someone worthy of it. It was your best dress and your most expensive with the tags still on. You would have gone for the maroon dress but it was Valentine’s Day and that seemed like over kill.

Somehow it still fit perfectly despite the length of time from purchase, it was a vibrant green satin with lace matching the colour. The dress's satin ended just below the knee with the matching lace falling an additional six inches past. The A-line skirt was loose flowing contrasting to the form-fitting material across your bust and midsection.

One of your favourite parts of the dress was the off-shoulder bateau neckline that gave a tasteful sneak of your cleavage. The bottom of the thick straps came to make a perfectly straight horizontal line. Across your waist was a one-inch wide satin ribbon attached to the dress that formed a perfect bow that tied the outfit together, no pun intended.

“Whoa.” You breathed stepping in front of the floor-length mirror kept in the spare bedroom, it had once been your roommates’ room before she moved.

You had to admit the dress was magical with it, bringing out all your curves and went with your skin tone. It was a pure shock to see how you managed to make the dress come to life with just a makeup look that was easy to do. All you did next was your favourite beige heels that went with everything. You had just slid on the left heel when the buzzer sounded and slid the right on as you hit the button unlocking the apartment building door.

“This is going to be perfect.” You breathed leaning into the mirror beside the front door. You inspected your lipstick as a knock sounded on the dark brown wood of your door.

“You look gorgeous.” Your date breathed, widening those colour changing irises as he took in your outfit, “You take my breath away. Happy Valentine’s Day”

Your cheeks flushed, “Thank you, Charlie.”

He stepped into the apartment as you quickly went to the kitchen to grab your coat and purse with your essentials. He had gently retrieved the coat from your arms to help you into the cold jacket.

“I know traditionally I would have brought you flowers, but I also know you love books.” Charlie breathed grasping the items in his hands, “So I got these flowers.”

His warm hands held three books. The top one was The Orchid House by Lucinda Riley with a cover that had the background blurry with only the back of a girl in clarity. The girl’s pink dress matching the flower in the upper corner of the book. The next cover proudly displayed The Rose Garden by Susanna Kearsley with red flowers growing down on a stone building. The third one was a light pink book with an anatomically correct heart with flowers growing out of the arteries, veins and valves; a collection of poetry I Saw You As a Flower by Ellen Everett. Lastly, you held Rupi Kaur’s second collection of poetry The Sun and her Flowers that had come out a couple years ago.

“Charlie, this is so thoughtful. You even has a rose one!” You breathlessly spoke gently touching the covers, “Thank you so much for these.”

“I thought we could read them together?” Charlie was bashful as he quietly asked with flushed cheeks. He didn’t know why he felt like this was his very first date all over again.

“I’d love that.” You softly told the Canadian with the manners a mother would be jealous to have in her home. Charlie’s fingers linked with yours as he tugged you out of the apartment into the hallway.

Your hands swung during the short walk from the apartment building to his bright orange Subaru across the street. The sound of the light wind rustling the trees lining the sidewalk mixed with the humming from Charlie was a perfect film score. He was the ideal gentleman even before he asked you out.

You couldn’t wait to tell your close loved ones about Charlie. You could really see this going somewhere. The relationship that is, as you were now on the side of a road with the Subaru’s hazard lights flashing.

“I forgot to fill the tank.” Charlie moaned, pressing his forehead against the steering wheel. His eyes clenched just as tight as his fists.

The Canadian was so embarrassed to have had what he thought was the best date of his life. He’d played music from the playlist he had patiently curated specifically for this date, and he held your hand to the restaurant. He’d already made plans for another date when his car’s warning beeped.

In Charlie’s haste, he’d forgotten to fuel up his car, so here he was with the prettiest person he’d ever seen in his passenger seat. His confidence in a second date had greatly diminished.

“Char, you said Owen was on his way. There isn’t anyone else I’d prefer to be stranded with. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“I wanted this date to go perfect. This is my first Valentine’s Day with someone.” Charlie admitted turning his head to stare into warm pools of your e/y colours. His eyes scanned the soft smile that appeared on your face as his confession, “I had this whole thing planned out, and now you definitely won’t want a second-”

“I’m gonna kiss you. If you don’t want that, let me know.” You murmured before pulling him in for what would be the best kiss of your life thus far.

Sure his car broke down, but you kissed him anyway. He tasted of the complimentary chocolate dessert from dinner.

A Year Later

A young, admittedly broke couple sat on the cold floor of the unpacked kitchen eating SpaghettiOs. You had only just moved into the studio apartment with Charlie that had drained most of your savings. Had it not been in a decently safe area in the city and a close commute you would have said no.

But it was the perfect starting place for you two as you both were unfamiliar with living with an SO. It sucked on each of your ends to not have a better situation, Charlie wanted nothing more than to spoil you on the first day living together. Unfortunately, it wasn’t possible but sitting on the floor with a cheap candle was imperfectly perfect.

“I’m sorry we’re eating out of cans.” Charlie whispered pointedly, keeping his eyes on the spoon, stirring the red sauce with the beige circles.

“Char this is perfect. As long as it’s you and I then anything is perfect. Besides we didn’t label the boxes, I have no idea which box has our kitchenware.” You admitted glancing at the boxes boarding the edge of the room.

You ate out of cans for at least a week before you had unpacked the kitchen and had the means to buy actual groceries. Living together thus far had been going super smooth until wasn’t.

It was a bad day on both your parts, your entire work was deleted after a computer glitch. Charlie had auditioned for a role he had been really really wanting since he heard about it. Your father came down with the flu axing the plans to meet for dinner; it would have been the first time in six months you saw him in person.

The apartment's atmosphere had been rising and very volatile by mid-afternoon when Charlie blatantly forgot a deal. If he was going to play music, it had to be in the study so you could focus on your work.

Today he’d decided to be in close vicinity to have a virtual jam session with both Owen and Jeremy. He’d chosen the room you were in solely because it had the best wifi reception which you needed as well.

“Charlie, please can you go to the study? I’m trying to finish this!” You cried out as he struck a chord on the electric. His eyebrows came other in the glare he sent you, “I lost all my work last night.”

“The guys and I are working on songs-”

“-Charlie, this is due tonight. I can’t concentrate with-”

“It’s not my fault you have a shitty attention span!” Charlie angrily snapped contradicting the gentle touch on his guitar. He placed it back on the stand to not accidentally damage it, “The wifi is best in this room.”

“I’m very much aware of that Charlie. Out of the two of us, I use it the most. Can you please either move to the study or at least wait an hour so I can finish?” You pleaded with the Canadian actor ignoring the two guys on the computer silently waiting for the fight to be over.

“Why can't you mov-”

“Fine. I will.” You fully stared down your boyfriend for a full five seconds before you harshly closed the top of your computer. It took seconds to gather your work stuff into the leather satchel you stored the computer in, “You didn’t even mute the call.”

Charlie watched as you swiftly pulled on your jacket, “Babe-”

The sound of the door slamming shut cut his sentence before he even had a chance to speak his thoughts. The apartment was eerily silent compared to the sounds of music that always played through the Bluetooth speaker.

The inspiration to play evaporated with the aftermath of a stupid argument permeated the apartment typically filled with love. All three actors quietly said their goodbyes before they ended the video call.

You spent an hour uncomfortably sitting in a cafe finishing up what you’d needed to finish with the argument replaying. Your finger barely hit the button to send the email before you had already stepped outside the business. You spent the walk struggling to draft a text to your boyfriend.

It didn’t matter because when you walked into the apartment, you heard the soft song you’d both deemed yours. It was cheesy, but that was part of Charlie’s charm. Speaking of your boyfriend, he was sat on the floor of your kitchen with matching mugs of brownies.

“I’m sorry. I was insensitive.” Charlie started as soon as your jacket was draped over one of the kitchen chairs. His usually wide smile was as bashful as the one he’d worn on the night of your first date.

“No I’m sorry, Charlie. I could have easily put on my headphones or moved to the bedroom for a bit. The fight was stupid, and I love you so much that sometimes I think I take you for granted. I mean, look at you! You made the brownie cups-”

“Even sitting on the cold floor like when we moved in.” Charlie cheekily inserted, reaching over to hold your hands in his, “I like our tradition. I definitely like how we upgraded from SpaghettiOs to brownies.”

“Me too.” You breathed leaning over to press a lingering kiss on his lips. His hands delving into your hair to keep you close.

The butterflies stormed your stomach as the heat slowly inflated from your toes until it reached your flushing cheeks. Raw emotion pouring into the passionate kiss that only closed down as you broke for air. But you also went back in as that warmth slowly built in your tummies. Charlie’s eyes marginally opened to ensure he wasn’t imagining the Angel he got to kiss.

Finally, with heavy breathing, you pulled apart, but only a fleeting moment froze the time in the apartment. For, as soon as Charlie caught your dilated pupils, his one hand cupped the back of your hand, fingers tangled in your h/c tresses.

Soon enough, you were making up on the kitchen floor with each article of clothing tossed in the vicinity. A shirt landed on the kitchen sink spout. The brownie mugs forgotten as you gave into the passion with your boyfriend. Your lovemaking had you missing supper.

Charlie’s solution was a trip to the local authentic English pub founded by a nice guy from London. You never failed to stop him for a dance in the empty street as his smooth voice gave music for smooth motions. Dancing was a common thing from pulling off the road in Dieppe to dance. You drank and danced at the pub until Jack cut you off at 2am as his pub rules had.

You and Charlie just laughed in a love bubble as the real-world worries faded because you always came together in the rough times.

Months later you returned to Dieppe with Charlie to spend the holidays with them. The entire family together creating such a welcoming atmosphere.

“I’m gonna grab a glass of water.” You informed the group of gals ad non-binary pals who had gathered in Meghan’s bedroom. The group had decided to sleep over Meg’s childhood room with face masks, nail polish and lovely wine.

Meg and Jeannette both nodded to acknowledge your announcement before they returned to their respective conversations. You took a moment to take in the great group of Gillespie and Co you had the honour to be part of. The thirst was only temporarily forgotten in the happy bubble you found yourself in.

You practically skipped to the kitchen, barely noticing the two people in the living room, but their words stopped you in your tracks. Your boyfriend, Charlie Gillespie, stood close to his older brothers Ryan, Patrick and Michael.

“I’m gonna ask her to marry-” Charlie caught himself from finishing the sentence when he saw you standing pale-faced at the opening into the living room.

His entire body was encapsulated by the lights casting in the living room from the Christmas tree. The tree couldn’t hold a candle to the ring of your dreams that promptly had you bursting into tears.

“I RUINED THE SURPRISE!” You sobbed dropping your face into your cold hands, avoiding the gaze of the Gillespie brothers. Had you not been hiding in your hands you would have known the older three had vacated the room.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Charlie cooed with the ring safely put away in the box he had shoved back in his pocket, “You didn’t ruin the surprise. I shouldn’t have been telling my brothers in the middle of the living room.”

Charlie’s warm hands slowly pulled your hands from your soft post-mask skin with such a pretty healthy glow. He could see the remnants of the mask on the edge of your scalp, but it didn’t take away from your beauty.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, staring up at him from underneath your eyelashes. The soft hazel eyes not upset in the least, things often didn’t go the way you wanted to together.

Take the first date from over two years ago where you and Charlie had waited for Owen to meet you with a jug of gas. You’d shared childhood stories and future dreams. Or the time you hadn’t marked the boxes creating an entire week of eating out of cans and cartons.

Ruining the proposal was almost expected at this rate.

“I knew from the moment I saw you in that emerald dress I knew that you were the One for me. I’ve adored each moment I’ve gotten with you from the spontaneous dances on the side of the road. To bursting into song in the middle of the street.” Charlie shakily started with sweating bands but an open heart, “When your best friend told me the emerald dress was the special one, it melted my heart.”

“Charlie.”

“Other than my belief that this relationship will last, I was only ever sure of one thing in my life. I was sure I would be an actor, but now I’m more sure that my favourite role will be supporting you, loving you and evolving with you as your husband.” Charlie sniffled, taking one hand from yours to wipe the tears flooding his cheeks, “Will you marry me?”

“Yes.” You breathed lunging on your tiptoes to kiss him with as much passion as you could. Your hands caressed the skin of his cheeks; his long tresses tickling your wrists.

“God I love you.” Charlie gushed with a gentle shake of his head. His hazel pinned to your e/c eyes as if you were the most precious gem in the world.

A voice cut the bubble enveloping you, “Well are you gonna put the ring on her finger or what?”

Charlie’s head moved to meet the teary eyes of his mother surrounded by his siblings as they bounced on their feet. You laughed as your now fiance clumsily rushed to slide the absolutely gorgeous ring on your finger.

“Welcome to the family officially.” Jeannette cheered along with the celebratory whistles and yells as the crowd of the family grew more and more. Soon enough, the entire room was overflowing with people congratulating your new engagement.

Months later, you stood in front of that same group holding the hands of your handsome fiance. Both dressed to the nines in front of the officiant.

“I wasn’t looking for a fairytale, because they all end the same. The princess has a conflict that she revolves with the help of the prince. They get married and live happily ever after. I adore how we’re writing our own story that fits our relationship. Charlie Gillespie, I wouldn’t change a thing about our lives. I wouldn’t have it any other way even with the fighting and slamming doors, but we always end up on our kitchen floor making up with two brownies in mugs.” Your vows brought tears among the onlookers along with the Canadian barely keeping it together.

The vows would later be eloquently transformed into lyrics from you with the accompanying melody provided by Charlie. On Valentine’s Day, you played the song on the kitchen floor with a plate of brownies. Three brownies waiting to be devoured.

“Three for each of us.” You wept as you watched as Charlie melted into a puddle of joyful tears. He took no time in placing his hand over your flat stomach.

Yeah, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Especially when Valentine’s Day become more to the Gillespie family; a new little love taking up the day.

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xxdragonwriterxx · 3 years

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Hi! how about one where Levi and his fem s/o sleep together for the first time and reader finds out that Levi sleep talking about how much he loves her and that he's very lucky to have her in his life. The next morning when they wake up reader teases him about it and he's very embarassed? Thank you so much, I’m sorry for my bad English. I love you❤️

A/N: Hello anon! 💕Thank you so much for requesting, this idea just had my heart melting and I loved it because I sleep talk all the time (when I actually manage to sleep) so it was fun to write based on experience (curtesy of my sis & friends telling me about my sleep talk endeavors). I’m sorry it’s taken so long for me to get it out to you, my ADHD has been really out of control lately. I really struggle with it sometimes, so I hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long. I’ve also been having horrible migraines on and off for the past couple days so that’s what the beginning of the story was inspired by 😅. Thank you so much for your patience, I really appreciate it. Also your english is absolutely fine, love! I hope this is what you were looking for! ❤️

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🔥Woman of My Dreams 🔥

(Y/N) knew she was supposed to be working, helping Captain Levi with his massive load of paperwork, but she couldn’t focus for the life of her, too distracted by the pained look on her captain’s face. He must’ve felt her watching him, because he glanced up at her, his eyes distant and slightly glazed but narrowed, silently telling her to get back to work. She scowled at him and turned her gaze back to the stack of proposals in her lap, chewing on the end of her pen as she attempted to refocus on the words in front of her. Despite her best efforts, her mind kept straying back to the raven-haired man at his desk, his occasional grunts and annoyed sighs alerting her to his struggle.

(Y/N) was always in awe of her boyfriend’s work ethic, constantly left wondering how someone with so much stress could still manage to push forward. He never seemed to fail at anything he tried, and he constantly pushed his mind and body to the limits, foregoing the need for rest and food in favor of getting everything done in one night. But while that part of her would always be proud of him and his ability to do so much, another part of her hated it. She hated how he’d sacrifice his own health for the sake of others, pushing himself until his body nearly shut down. Tonight, was one of those nights.

She knew Levi had a horrendous migraine. He was usually prone to the headaches that seemed to crack the skull open, but this one seemed particularly awful. He was constantly massaging his forehead and his eyes were unfocused and filled with pain. Tiny whimpers and groans would occasionally escape him, showing her just how much it was affecting him. Levi was usually able to push through the pain and suffer in silence, but this migraine of his seemed intent on making him as miserable as possible. He hadn’t finished more than two pages of work since they had started, and it was clear he was nearing his breaking point.

Knowing his preference for powering through the pain, (Y/N) usually left him to his own devices when he had a migraine like this, trying to make his life easier in more subtle ways like bringing him tea and helping him with more paperwork than usual, but this time, she refused to ignore it. It was clear he was too stubborn to admit he needed to rest and someone had to look after him and make sure he didn’t kill himself.

Setting the remaining reports off to the side, (Y/N) stood from his couch and made her way over to her lover. Before he could react, (Y/N) leaned over and snatched the pen he held from his grasp, throwing it behind her so it could land randomly somewhere in the office.

“(Y/N)! What the hell?” Levi snapped, his voice raspy and filled with exhaustion.

“I’m tired of watching you work yourself to the bone. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

Levi shook his head, “(Y/N), I’m fine.”

(Y/N) crossed her arms, “Like hell you are. Now, stop being stubborn and step away from the desk.”

“Don’t forget who you’re talking to, (Y/N),” Levi said darkly with a huff. “I am still your captain.”

“Well you won’t be anymore if you overwork yourself to death,” (Y/N) retorted. “And don’t forget who you’re talking to. I’m your girlfriend, which means it’s my job to worry about your wellbeing, especially if you refuse to do it yourself.”

Levi glared at her, but he was secretly touched by her sentiment. It had taken him a while to get used to the feeling of being loved and cared for, but once he had, he had grown greedy for it. He never showed it, still uncomfortable at the idea of being vulnerable around others, even his own lover, but he would always love how she doted on him, how she made him feel like he was worth something. That if he died, he wouldn’t just be mourned because humanity had lost its strongest soldier. He would be missed, remembered for the man he was rather than just how society had painted him to be. His eyes roved over her usually kind face, now twisted into a frown as she glared right back at him, refusing to back down without getting him the rest he needed. He honestly didn’t know why he was being so stubborn, he knew she was right, but he still struggled to accept her help, almost feeling weak for succumbing to something as trivial as a migraine.

As if she could read his mind, her gaze softened and she let out a gentle sigh. Moving around his desk to stand behind him, she leaned down and laid her hands on his shoulders, squeezing and massaging the muscles with her firm fingers. Levi was embarrassed by how quickly he reacted to her touch, immediately leaning back into her grip. His head lolled against the back of his chair and his eyes closed in bliss, temporarily ignoring the blistering pain in his head.

“Feel good?”

Levi hummed.

“See? Accepting help doesn’t make you any less of a man. Getting the rest and relaxation your body needs doesn’t make you weak by any means. Everyone needs the proper energy to take care of themselves, you especially. You’re too important to lose, especially to something as pointless as self neglect. So please stop working tonight, for me.”

Levi was silent for a moment, fighting with himself over the urge to finish his work anyway or fall victim once again to your undeniable charms as well as the insistent demands of his own body. Just as he was about to open his mouth, ready to attempt one last refute, a fresh wave of pain washed over him, making him gasp. A hand flew to his head, his teeth gritted in pain as his very skull seemed to throb. Through the haze, he vaguely felt (Y/N)’s hands tighten on his shoulders and knew there was no way he was going to get out of this. Once she had made up her mind about something, there was no changing it.

For once, Levi didn’t fight it when (Y/N) guided him to stand from his chair, biting his tongue to keep from gasping in pain as the sudden movement made his head split. He stumbled and started to fall, only to be caught by his lover, the strong woman bearing his entire weight as if he were nothing but a feather. A light blush made its way to his cheeks despite the pain that was starting to make his vision blur. He knew he shouldn’t be shocked, she was in his Special Operations squad for a reason, but she never failed to impress him with her unexpected strength. (Y/N) walked slowly and carefully, making sure to avoid jostling him as she made her way to his bedroom. Nudging the door open, (Y/N) picked her way over to his bedside and pulled the sheets back before gently easing him onto the mattress, ignoring his protests when she began stripping him of his uniform.

His blush got a little darker as she worked on removing his clothes. Their relationship wasn’t new, but it hadn’t been very long either, and they still hadn’t crossed the boundary of physical intimacy yet. He knew she had no ill intent, but it still didn’t stop him from feeling relatively shy at the thought of her seeing him without his uniform.

(Y/N) felt butterflies in her stomach with each article she removed, but she shoved down her embarrassment and awe at his breathtaking form and focused on making him as comfortable as possible. She stopped once he was finally stripped to his boxers and neatly folded his uniform to place on the lone chair in the corner of his room, knowing it would bother him all night if it was thrown around half-hazardly.

Levi’s soft groan of pain brought her back to his bedside, and she quickly shimmied the blankets out from under his legs so she could throw them over his body, taking the extra time to tuck him in as comfortably as possible. As soon as he was nestled beneath the soft blankets, (Y/N) moved to his bathroom to get him some water, holding the glass to his lips for a few sips to help lessen some of the pressure in his head. Finally, she left to grab a small bucket to place beside him just in case he had to vomit in the middle of the night, knowing it might be difficult for him to reach the bathroom if he was dizzy and disoriented.

Placing her hands on her hips, (Y/N) surveyed her work, nodding once she was satisfied with his set up. Flashing him a sweet smile, (Y/N) turned for his bedroom door, her eyes soft and full of love as she watched him.

“Goodnight, Levi, I hope you feel better,” She said, opening the door and stepping through it.

“(Y/N).”

(Y/N) paused, her hand on the edge of the door as she peered back around to look at him, “Yes?”

“Stay with me. Please?” Levi asked, the blush on his cheeks getting even darker as he averted his gaze.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in shock. She and Levi had been dating for nearly six months and yet he had never asked her something like this. She knew they were going at a slow pace, she knew Levi struggled with expressing his emotions, but she had always been content to go at whatever pace he was comfortable with, knowing he was still very new to the idea of a relationship. It had taken him several weeks for him to even get to the point of treating her differently than the other soldiers on his squad.

She had never doubted his love for her, even when her friends had seemed skeptical in the beginning. She could see it in his eyes, but it had taken him a long time to be able to express those hidden feelings physically and vocally. She didn’t mind, she was fine with being patient and had waited for him to come to her, allowing him to have the time he needed to find his words and indulge in discovering his own love language. It was fun in a way, a little adventure between the two of them. It made every new sign of affection from him mean so much more than normal; every head pat, every kiss, every hug, making her feel as if she had just conquered the world.

It was because of those experiences that she was able to understand the importance of this moment. Her shy, reclusive, severely touch-starved boyfriend asking her to share his bed with him, exposing that vulnerability to her, albeit innocently, was a huge step in a new direction for him.

The thought made her nervous, not wanting to impose on his personal space or make him uncomfortable with her, but it also filled her with immense pride. He trusted her and only her to be around him when he was at his most vulnerable.

Swallowing her anxiety, (Y/N) nodded and shut the door again. Picking her way across the room, she quietly maneuvered her way to his bedside and slid beneath the covers beside him, trying to make as little noise and movement as possible to avoid causing more pain to his head.

Levi grunted a little as he shifted onto his side, facing away from her while she reached over to the bedside table to diffuse the lantern flame, bathing the room in darkness. Levi felt (Y/N) shift until she was laying on her side, facing his broad back, the covers pulled up to her shoulders.

“Goodnight Levi,” (Y/N) murmured.

“Mmm, goodnight,” Levi muttered, the pain in his head coupled with her soothing presence making him drowsier than normal.

(Y/N) smiled when she felt Levi fall asleep, his light snores and gentle breathing filling the otherwise silent air. She was glad he was finally getting some rest, but she knew she would be up for a while. She had had insomnia for as long as she could remember and knew it would be a long time before her brain would shut up long enough for her to get some rest. It was that shared trait between her and the Captain that had allowed her to get close to him in the first place, late night talks with tea leading to moonlit confessions on the roof of their headquarters.

(Y/N)’s smile widened at the memory, and how uncharacteristically nervous the normally stoic Captain had been when he had turned to her that fateful night and practically spat his feelings at her. She knew how hard it had been for him to admit them to her, and she had a small inclination to say that Erwin and Hanji may have been the ones to force him to do it, but that just made the memory all the more special to her. It showed her that he really did care for her, that he was willing to lower his carefully structured walls and bare his battered heart for her alone. It was why it didn’t bother her that he didn’t shower her with compliments. It was why she was never disheartened by his lack of physical or vocal affection.

She’d be lying if she claimed she didn’t get a little lonely sometimes, and she couldn’t say she didn’t sometimes wish he could call her beautiful without hesitation, but she didn’t let it get to her. She loved him, and she knew he loved her, so she’d wait for however long it took for him to grow comfortable around her, even if that meant she had to reel back her own feelings for a while.

Closing her eyes, (Y/N) was trying to coax sleep to take her when a sudden quiet murmur made her open them again. She waited, wondering if she had imagined the noise, when she suddenly heard it again. It was soft, and very quiet, but it was no doubt the voice of her lover, muttering something. She knew there was no way he was talking to her, he would’ve spoken louder than that if he was.

The thought made her stifle a surprised giggle as she suddenly realized that Levi was talking in his sleep. She knew he’d be embarrassed if he found out she was listening, but she couldn’t help herself, her ears straining to try to catch some of the words. Silence settled over the room once more for a moment, nothing but the distant sound of the wind blowing outside filling the air, but soon enough, the murmurs started back up again, more recognizable words spilling from his lips the longer he talked to himself.

“No…, that’s not…mmm.”

“S-Stop that!”

“Mmph, no… I’m not...”

(Y/N) stifled another laugh as Levi started getting feisty in his sleep, turning to face her with a slight frown marring his features. His eyes were still firmly shut, confirming that he was indeed sleep talking, but the argument he was having with some unknown person in his head seemed to only be getting more intense.

“That’s not true!” Levi suddenly shouted, his voice raspy and muffled by his pillow.

“What’s not true, Levi?” (Y/N) whispered, deciding to tease him a bit. She knew he would probably be annoyed later, but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, she wasn’t about to pass it up.

“That’s not true.” Levi said again, his voice lowering in volume but hardening in tone, “Of course I show affection!”

(Y/N) brought a hand to her mouth and bit her knuckle, trying to keep her giggles from waking him up, “Oh, really? When do you usually show affection?”

Levi’s frown deepened and his jaw tightened, “I show affection when I’m with (Y/N).”

(Y/N) blinked, not expecting her name to come up in this midnight conversation. Lowering her hand from her lips, (Y/N) sat up to rest on her elbows, her eyes sparkling as she looked down at her sleeping lover.

“How do you show (Y/N) affection?” she asked, curious to see what he would say.

Levi let out a quiet, defeated sigh, his frown disappearing into an expression that looked unexpectedly like guilt.

“Listen, Hanji, I…” Levi trailed off for a while, the air thick with (Y/N)’s curiosity. So, it was Hanji he was talking to in whatever dream he was having. The thought spiked her curiosity even further, making her heart pound in her chest. It wasn’t uncommon that Levi would be annoyed with Hanji, so the argument at the beginning of his dream made sense, but he almost never talked about his relationship with anyone but Erwin, not trusting the energetic scientist to keep from teasing him and spreading rumors about them. She knew they were together of course, that was impossible to hide from her, but he always denied her details whenever she asked.

“Shit… I… I can’t believe I’m about to do this…” Levi muttered, a slight scowl reappearing on his features.

“Do what?” (Y/N) whispered.

Levi took a deep breath, his fingers curling around the edge of the sheets to squeeze in his fist, as if he was being forced to do something unpleasant, “Hanji, I need your help.”

(Y/N) had to fight to hold back a genuinely shocked gasp. Even when he was just dreaming, she had never imagined in her entire life that she would hear that sentence come out of his mouth. She suddenly wondered if she was the one dreaming, and this was just some elaborate scene her brain had made up.

“Um, sure, Levi, what do you need help with?”

A deep breath rattled from the depths of his chest, “How do I... show (Y/N) proper affection?”

“What do you mean?” (Y/N) asked breathlessly.

Levi grunted in his sleep, his knees rising beneath the sheets to curl against his stomach. “Do I really have to explain it, Hanji?”

“Yes.”

“Fine, you idiot,” Levi grumbled, “I just… I just don’t know how to show her how much she means to me. I’m so fucking lucky to have her. She’s been so patient, so amazing, never complaining about my inability to be romantic, but I’m tired of being unable to be there for her. I’m tired of looking around at the other couples around us and seeing how loving they are, only to know that I can’t do the same for her. I’ve had enough of treating her like a normal cadet on my squad. She deserves so much more than that, she is so much more than that. She shows me every single day that I am loved and cared for, and it makes me sick that I struggle to do the same.”

(Y/N) had her hand back over her mouth again, this time to stifle her sobs instead of her chuckles. Her eyes were lined with silver as she gazed down at the love of her life, her heart thundering pleasantly in her chest. While it was true that she had never had a problem with waiting for him to get more comfortable with her, she couldn’t deny the feelings of elation she was feeling with every word that poured from his mouth. It didn’t matter that he was asleep, it didn’t matter that he didn’t even know he was talking to her. All that mattered was that he was finally saying the things she had secretly burned to hear for months.

Levi sighed, “I just love her so damn much. She’s the woman of my dreams, and I don’t think I can go one more day without her knowing that…”

Swallowing the sob that threatened to crawl past her lips, (Y/N) brushed his raven bangs to the side and leaned down to give him a sweet kiss on the forehead.

“Believe me, Levi. She knows.”

The small smile that appeared on his face made it impossible for (Y/N) to hold her tears back this time, the warm, salty liquid sliding down her cheeks to land with soft taps on her pillow. Despite the fact that his eyes were still closed, (Y/N) gave him a watery smile of her own and reached over to wrap an arm around his waist, pulling herself closer to his warm chest and curling into his body.

“I love you too, Levi,” she murmured before closing her eyes, the smile still on her face as she fell asleep easily for the first time in years.

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Levi could feel himself slowly being dragged back into consciousness, but for the first time since he was a little boy, he didn’t want to wake up to the slightly more bearable hell of the day. Usually, what little sleep he got was riddled with nightmares, screams of his comrades as they either begged him to save them or blamed him for their early deaths. He was usually plagued with dark, bloody thoughts and visuals that made him wake in a cold sweat, his stomach swirling so violently he was occasionally reduced to emptying the remnants of his dinner in the middle of the night. He never enjoyed being tired or facing the titans day after day, but at least the real world kept him busy with training and paperwork, keeping his demons at bay.

But today felt different. He felt warm, comfortable, as if the sun’s rays were cuddling him in a warm nest. He felt content and unafraid of closing his eyes for the first time in years. A part of him was suspicious of the change, tempted to open his eyes and find out what was making him feel so comfortable, but the bigger part of him didn’t want to leave this unexpected bliss so soon, afraid that opening his eyes would chase away the feeling before he could truly relish in it.

He sighed through his nose, nuzzling his pillow in an attempt to coax his mind back into the warm embrace of sleep when a sudden movement against his bare chest made his eyes snap open, ready to rip someone to shreds. His stinging words immediately died on his tongue when his silver gaze snapped to the (h/c) haired lump nestled against his skin. Ah, that explained why he had slept so well, even with a migraine, which had thankfully disappeared overnight.

Levi couldn’t help the smile that curled at the edges of his lips, the look in his eyes softening as he watched his love sleep against him. An innocent, giddy sense of wonder filled him at the sight of her, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never had a woman fall asleep against him before, many people finding him too cold and standoffish to find comfort in him. But here she was, the most gorgeous woman in the world, cuddled up against him as if he were a warm pillow, her hair splayed out over his chest like tangled silk.

She was so fucking beautiful. He couldn’t get her out of his head. The past few months had been the best he had ever had, his life now full of love and happiness and soft laughter. As he stared at her, his heart about to burst out of his chest, Levi couldn’t help but reach out to her, his fingers brushing her cheeks ever so softly, making his skin tingle with how soft she was.

His hand immediately drew back when she scrunched her nose cutely, her eyes squeezing shut as her mouth opened in a wide yawn. A part of him felt sorry for waking her, but as she opened her glittering (e/c) eyes to look up at him, the other part of him felt more satisfied at seeing her cute expression.

“Good morning,” (Y/N) mumbled, her sleepy, raspy voice sending a jolt of something electric down his spine.

“Morning,” Levi said, unaware that his own deep, husky morning voice was making (Y/N)’s stomach flutter with early morning butterflies.

“Sleep well?” (Y/N) asked.

“Surprisingly, yes,” Levi said, moving his arms from around her body so he could stretch them above his head with a satisfying crack.

“It sure sounded like it.”

Her comment made him pause and glance at her, the mischievous look in her eye making a wave of nervousness course through him.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, nothing,” (Y/N) purred, causing his anxiety to spike, “I was just unaware that you talk in your sleep.”

Levi froze. He talked in his sleep!? He didn’t know he did that! He supposed it was normal for him to not remember the event, and he had never slept beside another person in his life, aside from his mother when he was a toddler, so it made sense that he had been unaware of this unexpected habit, but that didn’t erase the anxiety that swirled in his gut.

“O-Oh?” Levi asked softly, cursing his stutter.

“Mm hm,” (Y/N) said, her smile only widening as she watched his reaction, her eyes glittering playfully.

“Um, what did I say? It better not have been something stupid,” Levi muttered, trying to fight the blush that threatened to rise to his cheeks. He almost didn’t want to know, but with the way she was smiling at him, it looked as if he had said some revealing things.

“Well, you were arguing with Hanji for most of it,” (Y/N) said, watching with a deviant smile as her boyfriend relaxed, an obvious expression of relief on his face.

“Tch, I do that when I’m awake, idiot.”

“You also said you were head over heels in love with Eren Jaeger.”

(Y/N) couldn’t hold back her laugh when Levi started choking on his own breath, his sharp inhale of shock getting caught in his throat.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” (Y/N) said with a cackle, smirking even more at the dirty glare he threw her as he coughed, “It was a joke, I promise!”

“Fucking hell, brat…” Levi muttered, covering his face with his arm.

“You did call me the woman of your dreams, though,” (Y/N) said quietly once her giggles had subsided, a light blush dusting her cheeks despite herself as she recalled the wonderful memory.

Levi didn’t choke this time, but his eyes did go wide, his lips parting in shock. He knew she was being serious. Immediately, Levi was filled with a confusing blend of joy and horror, happiness that he had finally gotten the chance to tell her his true feelings about her, even in sleep, and horror that she had found out in the way she did, while he was unconscious and having an argument with Four Eyes about god knows what. Levi couldn’t fight the blush that rose to his cheeks, his skin stained red as embarrassment washed over him.

He didn’t know what to say. He was floundering, trying to think of something, anything to either confirm his sentiment or try to divert the conversation, but nothing was coming to mind. His brain was blank, nothing but the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears overwhelming his senses. Suddenly, a soft hand grasped his wrist, gently tugging on his arm until he had removed it from covering the silver eyes she loved so much. Leaning over him, her eyes were glazed with unshed tears as she locked her gaze with his, showing him all of the emotions she couldn’t put into words before leaning down to kiss him.

He unintentionally let out a groan when her lips met his, his tongue immediately reaching out to dance with hers as they tasted each other, slow and sweet and loving. When they finally parted, both of them gasping for breath and smiling as if they had just found the way to world peace, Levi saw that a few tears had escaped to stain (Y/N)’s cheeks.

“I love you, Levi Ackerman. I love you for you and all of your little quirks, and I always will.”

Levi felt himself get choked up, but he swallowed past the lump in his throat, focused on making the goddess in his arms feel the same way she made him feel.

“I l-love you too, (Y/N), y-you really are the woman of my d-dreams.”

Levi hated that he stuttered, but he let out a sigh of relief as he finally managed to push the words past his lips. (Y/N) choked out a joyful sob as pride filled her chest like a roaring lion, making her skin glow as if she were something from a fairytale, taking Levi’s breath away. Sitting up, Levi met her half way for another soul-searing kiss, his heart calling out her name as he allowed himself to relax with the kiss, melting into her affection as if he were dipping into a warm sauna, his heart throbbing for the woman who was his entire world.

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I wanted to get this ‘Valentine’s Day’ piece out, even though it’s massively, supremely late. 😭It’s part of a longer piece (because I couldn’t stop writing it😶) and I’m still not sure whether or not it’s not terrible.😖

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This couldn't be right.

Damian almost did a double take, his cool smirk withering when he glanced up, transfixed by the sleek storefront at the cross streets where he stood. Why on earth would Raven be in a place like this?

The building towered above the tottering sea of gray, black and blue below. And the mannequins in the display lorded over their dominion, propped loftily on their perches, arms and legs of impractical proportions, stilted at absurd angles.

And why would she summon him here?

His trousers began to buzz audibly and the shifting crowd of passersby jostled him closer to the glass. Damian delivered the faceless caricatures of the female form a final foreboding glare, before he reached down to free the device vibrating in his pocket. New Message. Raven. Apparently, it was urgent. He tapped the speech bubble icon with a fingertip and his jaw went slack.

I Need You.

The three words seemed etched into the surface of the screen. And they were more than enough to get him to take a deep breath and grasp the curved door handle, his jaw set, and wingtips marching determinedly onward.

The atmosphere inside the store was even more unexpected than the outside. When translated, the pounding music and low lighting read as more nightclub than boutique. It was completely impractical in Damian's view—how could anyone locate a price tag, let alone see the item they were intending to purchase? Although, after a few minutes of skulking around in the dark, he could see how the implementation of such a design was advantageous. With stealthiness like his, he wasn't in danger of being accosted by overly helpful employees hungry for commissions, before he located the heading of a dramatic script that read Dressing Rooms, and turned underneath it.

Down the row each stall had a flood light stationed above it, but only one appeared to be presently occupied: the corner room at the farthest end of the hall. And as he got closer he noticed it also appeared to be the largest. Damian glanced behind him and rapped on the door with a knuckle. And just as he began to wonder if he'd needed some sort of special knock or password prepared, the lock glowed black and unlatched itself.

"I'm here." The door creaked open and the floor groaned under his solid weight. Damian turned swiftly to shut it, growing steadily concerned.

"So what is it? What's the—big emergency..." He started, but his tongue began to feel heavy and leaden inside his rapidly drying mouth. And his eardrums began to beat violently until they matched the thumping of his maddened heart.

Red.

Blood red.

Burning. Blinding. Blazing.

In the carpet, the walls, the curtains, the chandelier.

It was everywhere—even in the deafening pounding hammering away at his head.

Thundering images suspended before him, going in and out of focus. They were searing his eyes, blearing his vision. In sinful shapes marred over pale flesh, it was red repeating over and over. Criss-crossing crimson. Damian had to dig his fingernails into his palms to ground himself with the tangibility of a familiar sensation.

And suddenly he realized that all the times before were incomparable, this was what it meant to be blindsided by a breath-taking blow. This was what it meant to receive a rush of blood to the head…

…or a rush of blood to the—

"I'm glad you came so quickly."

And the silhouette of Raven turned where she sat on a velvet ottoman, leaning forward in a way that was guaranteed to diffuse away the rest of his brain's processing ability. It was all he could do not to goggle at her like some cartoon character. Tawdry and tactless. Damian inwardly cursed the merciless Goddess above as he took in the cleavage created by cups, a series of straps and bows and elastic and he didn't know what. Only that he shouldn't have been so disarmed by it—by Raven's breasts pushed up to high-heaven. Like they weren't perky enough or distracting enough in their usual sheath of simple black cotton.

His wide emerald eyes strayed downward in spite of themselves and onto shapely, stocking clad legs folded one over the other, with a lace-up heel tapping out the bass of the synth pop bleeding into the background. Raven slid to her feet seamlessly, swaying slightly to the song. She took a single step, allowing the shadows to part for her as she did so.

There was a muted click, clack, click of her heels on the carpet as she drew near. He'd never seen her in stilettos, and he stared at them through slits.

Gods, they had to be four inches at least. Their impressive height only seemed to serve to make her look even more powerful. Just about as powerful as the force rooting him to the spot.

The deep panging in Damian's chest carried on, a racehorse charging from the starting gate, galloping faster and faster, as she grew closer and closer.

Suddenly he'd become aware of the fact that it was far too warm in here for the dead of winter. Or was it simply that Raven radiated such an intense heat?

Most definitely the latter.

The garnet colored lace gracing Raven's skin was a perfect match to her chakra stone. The semi-sheer fabric of her bra offered up a playful glimpse of the darker skin of her nipples beneath. When his gaze wound down her tapering waist, it appeared that the lack of opaqueness carried over to the front of her panties. He could just make out a little shadow—a promise laying underneath a tempting, well-kept diamond shape in plum wine. And last, but certainly not least were the thigh highs trimmed by garnet lacings and affixed to a red and black garter.

Damian's throat had somehow gone even drier. He tried to swallow with great difficulty, then tugged at his turtleneck for a reprieve.

However, there would be no such alleviation for his trousers.

"There's no emergency, Damian..." Raven assured him with a tilt of her head, lilac tendrils skating across a valley between pale peaks. "You'll have to forgive me, but I had to get you here. I had to know..." She paused, folding her arms as she prepared to pose a question to him. "Tell me... what do you think...of my outfit?"

Damian froze, fingers mid-tug and blinked several times as if he'd been struck dumb.

What?

That wasn't...

There was no way...

Was that a serious request?

She was being facetious—she had to be. It was the only explanation, unless Raven was somehow messing with his mind and Damian sincerely doubted that. But how could she ask him this with such bold-faced sincerity? Even if the wooden arch behind her housed a funhouse mirror and had been reflecting distorted proportions back at her. Or was there actually some warped reality in which they weren't looking at the same picture?

Although...

If he could muster up a voice to speak he would have asked, what outfit?

Lackadaisically, she trailed a hand down her body, tugging at the cups spilled over with supple skin. "The bra—do you like the pattern?" Raven traced the gorge between the swell of her breasts. "It's tulle and...French lace," she confirmed, squeezing the scant, semi-sheer embroidery molded to her chest. And Damian grimaced as though in physical pain.

"No?" she assessed, seemingly marking off boxes on a mental checklist. Raven smoothed her hands over her hips for a moment, appearing to be lost in thought. She paced slowly, revolving a full three-hundred and sixty degrees to pause with her back to him.

"And what about..." She swept a purple curtain over the nape of her neck to glance over her shoulder and he saw—of all things—a bow below the dimples on her back, nestled into the heart-shaped curve of her ass. "My panties...?"

Damian gritted his teeth, though not before letting a sound escape, like a hiss coupled with a wince.

"Are these okay?" The soft profile of her lips pressed.

Gods, it was almost as if she were seeking to offer all of this up to him. And who needed to clarify anything when she was all wrapped up and presented? Covered in the finest cardstock wrappings in gold-flecked marble, then laced up with champagne silk ribbon to await her unravelling.

Though his own would be more likely.

Right now, he'd forsake all his names, both Wayne and Al Ghul to get her to stop. Stop slinking closer, stop speaking in that sweet, scratchy undertone, and stop directing his focus to her various attributes, more than it already was.

It would only make his growing pain more pronounced.

A pale hand dangled down and spread across a smooth, silken thigh. "My stockings, then?" Raven hummed.

Though, Damian didn't speak. He wasn't entirely certain he was still breathing. Somehow, he'd managed to remain motionless and drag his unwilling eyes toward the floor. All his carefully constructed control was necessary to keep himself calm and centered in this moment. He could do this—he had to do this. Otherwise, what was the point of all those long years of training he'd endured?

Shiny purple strands bobbed; she'd started to shake her head slowly at the stony silence from the stoic cashmere wall standing before her, as if she expected as much.

"I bet you're still wondering why I called you here." Damian heard her voice go up in the middle, which it did whenever she was apprehensive or unsure. "I wanted you here to find out what you like—exactly what you like." When he arrived, Raven was blushing a delicious pink, so by now it had to be a violent red. "I wanted to get it right because...you're the first person, or only person I've ever been intimate with in any world, dimension, or universe..." She lingered.

And once again, Damian said nothing, and she resumed speaking.

"I do know that this is something that one does traditionally." Raven paused to worry her already cherry-red bottom lip. "That couples do... Buying underwear for your significant other is supposed to be something special, particularly for this holiday."

He was a mountain, immobile, unwavering...

"Oh, I see..." Her mouth set into a line. "Perhaps, it's the fit—or is it the color...?" Raven's large amethyst eyes swept over the room and landed on her reflection. "I thought dark red was classic. I knew I shouldn't have listened to Donna. I should have gotten something in black." She dragged a distraught hand through dark purple. "It's too much...or maybe it's not enough..."

"Don't," Damian growled low. His inflection was level and gave nothing away. If Raven was surprised by the outburst, she didn't let on, instead she continued.

"I bet the old string of socialites shuffling in and out of the manor were never caught dead in skivvies that weren't Kiki de Montparnasse or at least Agent Provocateur. But this..." Raven lifted her chin toward the mirror. "It's not your taste though, is it?"

That was far more than enough.

Far more than he could stand to hear and far more than he could stand to bear.

When his eyes flew back to hers at last, they weren't steely anymore, they burned—whittling her retinas down like they were wicks on candlesticks. As if he were all but telling her he dared her to do that again, to say that again.

"It's okay. I'm glad I found out before I bought—"

"I said...don't." Damian placed his hands on her wrists and whisked her right up to his chest. And he closed his eyes. He skimmed his lips along the length of hers like it was something sacred, his mouth trembling as Raven muffled out a note denoting her surprise.

He murmured to her, "you're brilliant, deadly beautiful—an empath...and for some reason unbeknownst to me, I'm your blindspot." Damian sighed resolutely. "But Raven, can't you take pity on me? I'm still a man." One that had been barely keeping it together since he arrived, but... "And you're you, so..."

There was no way in any world, dimension, or universe that he could ever resist.

Purple eyes grew wider as he told her and lifted a finger to her chin. Then it was Damian turning the tables and tipping her mouth towards his own. And though he hungered for her, he took slow and sweet and gentle grazes. It was tortuous, but he should only have a little at a time. This was an excess of an impossibly decadent dessert, an indulgence he was undeserving of. It was like the power in his sub zero freezer had short-circuited and he had no choice but to guzzle down that buried pint of vanilla caramel gelato.

Though who could blame him for being greedy when he had all of this spread out before him? And when her ass in those panties even resembled two round, creamy spoonfuls.

To hell with it then.

Damian lunged, face forward, longing for more of her. In an instant, he was inhaling her pulse, intaking the scent of leather-bound books with aged pages and the nectar from plums she'd probably narrowly avoided dripping on them. He dipped his tongue along the hollow of her collarbone as if he sought to test this.

"Mmm, that's nice."

"Nice?" Damian scoffed, his eyes on hers. "That's not what I was going for. Surely you didn't wear this because you wanted me to be nice." At the present, he wanted nothing more than to rip the tiny pieces of lace into twos, but Raven had selected them specifically for him. So he would continue to be patient and continue to savor this.

Let the pieces of fabric hold up for as long as he could hold out.

"Wait a moment," Raven gasped, quickly clutching his arm. "So your present...?"

"Present? Tch..." Damian's lip curled under his front teeth and he let out a piercing click. "If you're seriously considering getting me a present..." His palms glided down her chest and he gathered a scoop of softness in either hand. "Then these are perfect," he whispered in her ear.

And then Damian's mouth pushed back into hers and he was kissing her in ways that would make it impossible to return this lingerie after trying it on. He nipped urgently to gain entrance to her castle, then trapped her lip between his teeth like it was a drawbridge, at last releasing her tongue to collide with his own. All the while, his thumbs were sliding over her nipples, which puckered and pointed at his touch. He pushed up the cups of her bra for better access, head inclined towards his goal, soon to be met by a full mouth.

Each brush of his lips on Raven's chest made her fingers clench further and further into his shirt like it was a life preserver, and she was in danger of losing herself to the depths.

And after all, wasn't this the answer that she'd wanted from this—that she needed from him?

A chance to lose herself.

To stand in a dressing room in his arms, moaning his name like a breathy spell, her body bending until her back was arched under the avid swipes of tongue. He tugged her nipples between his teeth and they reddened, their response a glowing rave.

Yes.

Raven's eyelids squeezed, her pink face contorting in pleasure while Damian enjoyed the full weight of her breasts in his hands. He continued polishing the plush, pink rings. Left then right—until they were glistening.

"Gods, Damian..." Raven groaned. "Just—"

Just as sudden, there was a wet noise, a slip of suction. Damian had released a rosy nipple, taking note of Raven's expression. Hungry and dazed, and all his doing. Whether unconsciously or not, she pressed her legs together, clenching them as she watched Damian slip off the left sleeve of his coat and let it crumple to the ground in a heap.

The glaze of her gaze, her diaphragm's continuous rise and fall, her fingers digging into his arm, she needed this.

So why deny her?

"Yes, these are beautiful..." He whispered as he admired his handiwork under the chandelier light. The way the red nips and bites were like Damian Wayne watermarks upon the pale flesh. "But perhaps..." Damian's hands glided freely down the small of her back, just over the hill of her ass and stroked the burgundy bow, like an X marking the spot. "This."

When Damian glanced down at Raven, she was barely biting back another mewl, and moving restlessly in his arms. "I wonder what would happen if I were to pull this bow... Raven what do you think?"

"Damian... We shouldn't..." Raven murmured, sounding somewhat apprehensive and holding the fabric at his back tightly.

"Yes, we should Raven," he rasped darkly. "Right now, I can't seem to think of a reason why not..."

"Well, there's the fact that we're in public—"

"Public," Damian repeated flatly. "What of it? The outside world ceased to exist the second I entered the door of my own little version of Narnia."

Raven's jaw had unhinged in unmasked shock and Damian supposed this was an instance to take her remaining breath away by kissing her. Yes, he'd walked through a door and suddenly he was laying eyes on his half-naked demoness dangerous in dark red. So clearly nothing else in creation mattered.

When he pulled away her lips opened and closed, while her eyes remained shut, like a thirsty traveler prematurely cut off from a longer drink. And even though it seemed her body knew the truth, a darker part of him wanted her to beg for it.

"But, that's not what I asked," he said with a hard smile that wasn't. Damian drummed a divot on her lower back. "I fear I've gotten ahead of myself again. Tell me about the bow, Raven. What happens if I pull it?" His hand jutted out, he made a motion with his fingers, in mimicry of it.

"Why ask when you know the answer?" Raven asked him, her brow rising shakily.

"I could have asked you the same earlier. But..."

"But?"

Raven bit her lip but made no motion to stop his hands from climbing onto the curve of her ass. He taunted her twice, by tugging lightly on the tulle, until at last... The bow in the back came loose, and her panties slid down her legs with ease. She secured one pale thigh tightly over the other to hide herself.

No bottoms and bra half-undone, she was nothing short of delicious.

Though that scrap of fabric had barely covered much of anything, so why bother to tease? Or hadn't that been the sole purpose of this outfit?

A devious smirk sidled onto Damian's face as he realized something: these were the exact kind of underwear that one put on simply to take off.

"I pulled the bow, Raven," he murmured almost mockingly. "Don't I at least get to see the rest of my present?"

She stared up at him through her soot colored lashes and slowly opened her thighs.

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