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modern-day-bard · 4 months

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Worth The Feeling

Content Warning: 18+ This series contains explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship (26 x 40s). Minors, do not interact.

"Ava."

"Mmrph."

"Ava," I feel something soft on the top of my head, "We're here."

My eyes shoot open, remembering where I was, bracing for landing.

"Shh, shh. We've already landed." Javi's hand is stroking my hair, and I realize that his arm has been around me, and I had been asleep on his shoulder. My cheeks warm, and I hope immediately that no one else from the crew is sitting in our vicinity.

"I'm sorry," I say sitting up. I straighten my t-shirt and start to finger-comb my hair.

"For what?"

"Um...that." I gesture one of my hands toward his muscular chest, and where his arm is still resting on the back of my seat. Is it possible that his lips look even fuller in the morning?

He just shrugs, "I slept like a baby."

Everyone around us is already deboarding, and I realize that we must've landed more than ten minutes ago. Javi steps over me before reaching down and grabbing my backpack.

"You don't have to do that." I say, but he ignores me as he reaches for the overhead compartment. I was such a wreck yesterday that I didn't even know he stored something up there. He reaches up, exposing a line of skin in between the bottom of his crewneck and his jeans. I stare for a little too long, but manage to peel my eyes away before he turns back to me.

Slinging his bag over his shoulder, and carrying my backpack in his left hand, he extends his right hand to me.

"Shall we?"

After customs and baggage claim, the smell of the Milan air hits me like a soft, warm pillow. Not that L.A. air isn't warm, but it certainly isn't as fresh as this. I stand outside the automatic sliding doors, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. Then, as if the gods can sense my moment of peace, my phone rings.

"Hey, Dwayne." I try to sound chipper as Javi exits out of the door behind me.

"Ava, you landed?"

"Yep, just leaving the airport now. We're off today, right?" Maybe it would help if I physically crossed my fingers.

"Technically, yes. But we're shooting at sunrise tomorrow. You're one floor down from Wyatt and Gutierrez. I need you to get them at around one thirty."

"One thirty...a.m.?"

"Yes. The call sheet should already be in your room with their room numbers. Can you make sure they're up and on set by 2:30 tomorrow? Lake Como is about an hour away."

You mean tonight. "Absolutely. See you then."

I check the time after Dwayne hangs up. Apparently I was behind on sleep, because I had slept nearly the entire thirteen hours it took to get here. Was Javi seriously asleep that whole time? I hope I didn't force him to sit there in silence with the possibility of me drooling on his shoulder. I push that thought away for now. It's already almost five. We essentially need to go to the hotel now if we want time to eat and get enough sleep before waking up at one in the morning for a 2:30 call time. I know that making sure the talent is there by 2:30 means getting up early enough to find them coffee or breakfast before dropping them off. I sigh, wishing I could bring back the feeling of the Milan air before it had the weight of work on top of it.

"Not that I was eavesdropping," Javi comes up behind me. I'd almost forgotten he was there. Almost. "But did I hear you say one thirty?"

"Dwyane wants you and Jack on set by 2:30 tomorrow. It's about an hour away. So, unfortunately, I will be the one waking you up this time."

Javi lowers his voice, "I don't think that's unfortunate."

I look up at him expectantly, taking an unconscious step forward. He bends his neck down, his arm extending out to meet me. But whatever could have transpired between us is cut off by the doors sliding open again, and at least ten cast and crew members piling out onto the sidewalk.

In a flurry, Barb and Sophie come over. Sophie starts trying to hail a taxi, and Barb is telling me all about how first class changes you as a person. I cast a look at Javi, who glances at me smugly before Emma bounds over to him. She looks completely airbrushed, even after such a long flight. I see her grab his arm and say something about how excited she is for the reunion scene at the lake. I decide to stop listening at that point.

Before I know it, I'm in a cab with Sophie and Barb, and Javi climbs into one with Emma and Jack. And in a strange twist of events, I actually started to wish I was back on that plane.

- - -

Apparently, Milan hotel showers are quite small. At least the rooms where the crew are staying. Nevertheless, the water feels heavenly in my tired, jetlagged state. If we're lucky, sometimes the production will spring for our own individual rooms. But with Lake Como being a decently pricey location, Norwick Productions has us bunking together. They allowed us to request a roommate, so obviously I'm with Lana, but she isn't here yet. Which means I get to shower and decompress in peace, pretending I'm a fancy socialite traveling around Europe.

I take my time in the shower, doing all the extra things I don't usually have the time or energy to do at home. By the time I'm done, I feel placid and like I could actually fall asleep again. I even take the time to wrap myself up in the hotel robe and open the curtains to look out at the city lights. The sun has already set, and the ancient streets below me are sparkling. It's actually hitting me that I'm in Italy for the first time. I have to find time to visit the Cathedral at least, even if I need to sneak in after dark. The architecture is incredible. I walk over to the tiny desk by the window that has the call sheet on it. I want to figure out if there actually is a day off here somewhere. That's when I see my phone light up.

Javi: Did you eat?

I stare at the text for a moment. If it weren't for him texting me the restaurant details of our first date several weeks ago, I would probably assume it was a mistake. But no, it was actually him.

I hadn't eaten, and my stomach growls at the thought. Maybe he needs me to pick something up and doesn't want to ask explicitly given our history? However brief.

Ava: No, I haven't. Would you like me to pick something up for you?

I feel like a professional response is the safest. I know we're slightly more than coworkers at this point, but saying anything else feels presumptuous. I stare back at our conversation for a minute, and then two, but he doesn't even start typing. I put my phone down and flop on one of the nearby beds. I close my eyes, hoping I'll be lucid enough to hear my ringtone if he responds.

A light tapping sound. Three taps, to be exact.

I open my eyes, not sure how long I'd been laying there. I wasn't asleep, just resting and basking in the ability to fully stretch out my legs.

There's the sound again.

Sitting up, I realize that someone is knocking at my door. I look down. I'm still wearing the hotel robe, and my hair is still wet. As I walk toward the door, I hope more than anything it's not Dwayne with some last minute request. I suppose he probably would have called first, but you never know in film.

I step on my tippy toes, looking through the peephole.

It's Javi.

My hand flies to my chest. I hastily tie the knot on my robe a little tighter, and try to smooth back my damp hair. He's already knocked twice, and if I want to answer before he leaves, I need to open the door now. I take a deep breath, and unlatch the lock.

Javi smiles warmly at me, holding up a plastic bag.

"What's this?" I ask.

"Minibar provisions."

My mouth falls open, glancing back at my small double bed room. "You have a mini bar?"

"That face makes me think my predictions were correct. I assumed they only gave me, Jack and Emma rooms with food."

"You may be right, but you can't beat my view," I open my door wider, pointing behind me to the lights outside.

Javi smirks, and I get the feeling that I'm missing out on a private joke. There's a pause, I forgot how people would normally act in these situations.

"Would you like to come in?" I smile.

"I don't want to impose. I just wanted to drop the stuff off..." he glances inside the plastic bag, obviously not sure what to do either. That calms me slightly.

"Come in, enjoy the view." I wink before silently cursing myself yet again. Does everything have to sound so suggestive in his presence?

He walks over to the window, placing the plastic bag on the desk. He starts to take out the contents and display them for me.

"Everything is in Italian, obviously. But the pictures make it look good. We've got some pastries, chips, and I brought some wine...though on second thought maybe we won't do that seeing as we have to be up in a few hours." He finishes placing everything on the desk and makes a show out of it, splaying his hands like a QVC sales rep.

I giggle at his display, making his face brighten. I grab one of the pastries, opening the package and savoring the smell.

"I figured you'd be hungry."

"You know," I say with a mouthful of my first bite, "l'm really supposed to be doing this for you."

He shakes his head, "This is only fair, after everything you had to put up with when the photos leaked..."

I swallowed a little harder than necessary. "It really wasn't that bad." My voice betrayed me, making it sound like I was lying. And I wasn't, honestly. The photos weren't bad, my name wasn't tarnished. What was bad was our conversation and our decision. And what was worse was I can't tell what he wants anymore. We're avoiding each other as much as possible on set but then he's comforting me on the flight and bringing me room service? I keep thinking of how he said we could come up with an arrangement, and the word makes my skin crawl.

I'm distracted from my thoughts when Javi turns and closes the curtains, cutting off my view.

"Um, excuse me. I liked it better with those open."

"Mmm," he turns back with his arms crossed, "And I liked it better knowing that random Italians can't see you in that robe."

I choke a little on my food. "I'm on the third floor."

"With the lights on, you can see everything from the street," he leans his hand against the top of the desk chair, his expression so serious I almost laugh.

"You're seeing me in the robe."

His grip tightens on top of the chair, "I know."

I put the last of my pastry down on the desk before crossing my arms in front of myself, mirroring his serious face. Though I was joking at first, part of me is actually irritated at this point. So what if Italian men saw me right now? He was going to be kissing Emma multiple times in the next few weeks, and the thought of someone glancing up and seeing me in a robe is too much?

I push him aside, ripping the curtains back open. He sighs, bringing his fingers up to his temples. I lean my back against the window, raising an eyebrow.

"I appreciate the food, and what you did for me on the plane. But if you want me to be some secret arrangement behind closed doors–"

"Absolutely not," his eyes flare, "I wouldn't do that to you."

"Right. Just no one else can look at me."

Javi shakes his head slowly, crossing his arms again. His eyes slowly trail up from the floor to my eyes, and he just holds them there. We stare off at each other for several moments, both of us clearly irritated. It feels like we're each waiting for the other to break. Break on what, I'm not sure. But it won't be me.

I slip off one of the shoulders on my robe, his eyes going wide, instinctively uncrossing his arms. My gaze is still just as harsh as I rip off the other shoulder, pushing the fabric down dangerously low, stopping just above my nipples.

"Ava," his voice is gravelly and filled with warning.

"What? You won't touch me and no one else can? They can't even look at me?"

I'm surprised by how I sound. It's not coming out challenging, or seductive, or angry, like I want it to be. I sound hurt. My words are tired and bruised.

Javi moves, gently placing his calloused hands on my bare shoulders. I inhale a shaky breath. I can tell he's looking for ques of my discomfort, as usual. But there are none. His touch feels as though I've felt him for years. As angry as I feel, nothing about him ever makes me uncomfortable. And he must be able to sense it, because he tightens his grip on me.

"I want to. You have to know that I want to." His brown eyes are filled with heat and sincerity, and it makes mine prick with tears. He catches the emotion in my eyes, slowly pulling the sides of my robe up to cover my shoulders again. "I'm sorry. I know I'm being selfish...and truthfully that's why I came here. All of it was selfish."

He pulls away from me, pacing in front of the two beds.

"Selfish how? Why did you come?" I ask, my voice softer than before.

"I, uh...saw a photo of you. Out with Lana. A man was kissing you," he looks back to me, letting out a humorless chuckle, "I was jealous. I saw the picture before the plane ride but that didn't feel like a good time to ask about it, obviously. So I came here out of jealousy. Completely selfish intentions." He looks mad, but I can tell by his demeanor that it's not directed at me.

For the second time this month, I'm realizing that I should probably have an Instagram. An anonymous one at least. Then I could prepare for these things.

"Javi...Lana just took that picture to get me out of the conversation with that guy. I didn't even know she posted it," I allow myself to smile just a little, "And as much as I would like to make you suffer, I left right after that. I was kind of pissed he kissed me, actually."

"You shouldn't have to explain yourself." He says even though he looks visibly relieved.

"No, I shouldn't," I sigh, "But I want to...I haven't liked anyone since John. Lana has tried to set me up but they never stuck. And then here you are," I flail my arm up and down, gesturing to his magnificent form, "And I can't even have you?" I look down at my feet, "I'm just angry at the whole situation."

Javi nods, taking a long breath.

"I am too. I called Jonah and my publicist as soon as the photos were released. I wanted to talk to you, to see how you were. They advised me against it but I shouldn't have listened, that was my fault. Come to think of it, they won't be pleased to hear about the plane ride either."

"I'm telling you, the pictures weren't that bad. They didn't show my face, and I don't have social media. Lana said they didn't even get much traction. I guess they couldn't tell if there was anything...romantic between us from that one picture."

I think I meant it as a joke, but even I could hear the added question in my words.

"Did you want there to be?" He asks softly.

My head snaps up, "Was that not obvious?"

"Not to me. Ava, I wanted to keep talking to you. Again, I'm the selfish one here. You left my trailer that day, you called it off. You have no idea how many times I wanted to say fuck it all and come over to you on set anyway, but I was trying to respect your wishes. It seemed like it wasn't really affecting you, and then I saw you out with that guy..."

"Wasn't affecting me? Javi, I hid in the wardrobe trailer every day for a week just so I didn't have to see you. It was too painful."

His eyes light up and he walks a few steps closer to me. But then they grow serious.

"I won't have this affect your career."

I reach out, grabbing his hand and pulling him the remaining couple of feet toward me. "I don't want to jeopardize yours either...but for now, can we at least admit that we don't want it to be over?"

"I don't want it to be. But your future–"

I place my hand on the back of his neck, pulling just a little. "I thought I told you I didn't want a gentleman."

He looks from my eyes down to my lips. He slowly bends his head, his lips centimeters from mine. "You might have to get used to it, baby," he whispers.

I wrap a second hand around his neck, crashing my lips into his. I can feel his mustache against my skin, and the mixture of its prickles with his soft lips drives me crazy. His hands find my butt through my robe, and I gasp as he squeezes roughly. Instinctively, I hoist my left leg up and around him, pulling him in closer. One of his hands leaves my backside to cup my thigh that's now holding him in place.

Javi suddenly pulls back, only to then attach himself to my neck, kissing hot, open-mouthed affections from my collarbone up to my ear. As I toss my head back to give him more access, I remember that I'm still pressed against the open window. Running my hand through his hair, I decide to tease him a little.

"You do realize that all those Italians you were worried about can probably see what you're doing to me, right?"

Javi tugs on my earlobe with his teeth before answering, sending a shiver through me. "I haven't forgotten. But if I don't keep you right here," another kiss on my neck, "then I'm going to move you to one of those beds and fuck you until the sun comes up. And I can't have that tonight."

My heart pounds at his words, and my hands tug further on his hair.

"W-why not?" I gasp as he pulls down the robe just enough to kiss my shoulder.

Begrudgingly to us both, he pulls back. Placing his forehead on mine, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.

"Not like this," he shakes his head, "I want your head to be clear. I want you to be sure about this. And what it means for your future."

"Believe me," I pull him closer with my leg, "I'm sure."

He half-chuckles, half-groans, pulling away from me. "You're sure you want to come, Ava. I want you to be sure about us ."

My face flushes at his words.

"I... can't it be both?" I try.

He fully chuckles now. "You are going to kill me." He turns around, walking to my suitcase on the floor. He takes out a t-shirt and some sleep shorts, handing them to me with a kiss on the cheek. "For me, please? You're tempting enough as is, without the robe and the—" he gestures to my leg that had been wrapped around him moments before.

I purse my lips, mulling it over.

"Fine. You won this round, Gutierrez." I debate changing in front of the window, but I can see the confusion and frustration written all over his face, and I don't want to make this any worse for him. I push past him gently to get into the bathroom.

"Believe me," I hear him mutter, "No I didn't."

After I change, I return to see Javi sitting on the end of one of the beds. He's facing the window, curtains still pulled back. He didn't hear me leave the bathroom, so I take a moment to admire the view. His back, a few muscles peeking out from beneath his crisp white shirt. His neck, slightly rigid, focused on gazing out of the window. His hair, tousled from the way I was tugging it just a moment ago. That thought fills me with an almost possessive warmth.

I gently climb onto the bed, not wanting to disturb him. I slowly pad across it on my knees, before gingerly wrapping my arms around him from behind. I feel one of his large hands come up to caress my arm, and it makes me smile to myself.

"Five hours," he says softly.

"Hmm?" I close my eyes, trying to savor how good it feels to have my arms around him.

"We have to be up in only five hours."

"Well, I have to. You don't." I smirk.

"That doesn't seem fair..." he continues to caress my arms as we both look out the window at the sparkling lights.

His hand stills for a moment.

"It would save time if you only had to wake up Jack tomorrow," he muses. "If I stay here...with you, you might not have to get up as early." I feel his breathing pause as he waits for my reaction, and it makes my heart want to burst.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

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jungwonseyebrowsonflick · 2 years

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♡︎𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 ʷⁱᵗʰ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 ♡︎

Pairing: you x Enhypen member

Genre: fluff soft

Warning: none

︎ ♡︎ ℍ𝔼𝔼𝕊𝔼𝕌ℕ𝔾♡︎

" I never thought our first date will be in your apartment....this is different " you smiled your eyes landing on the beautiful table with delicious food above it. "Yeah I usually don't invite any girl to my apartment that means," he wiggle an eyebrow and smirked. " you are special to me...so enjoy " he smiled opening the seat to you. As you two were digging on the food. You felt his eyes gazed at you for a long time and look up at him. " is there anything you want to tell me? You keep staring..." you chuckled feeling flustered. He coughed and cracked his upper body to feel more relax. "It's just....you're so pretty...that's all..." he said before slurping up that ramen he was eating. You coughed at the sudden compliment. You bit your bottom lip. " well you look so sexy eating that ramen so good-" now he was choking his food out.

♡︎𝕁𝔸𝕐♡︎

" Jay, this restaurant looks too expensive, and you're the one paying for everything, I-I honestly don't know what to-" Jay cut you off. " don't worry, just enjoy our date love" he smiled kindly as he softly put a hand behind the small area of your back. He moved the chair to the side for you to sit. " thank you" you sat down. Once he sat down a waiter run towards him. " Mr.Park Jay, welcome back again! So what's you're going to order?" He asked. Once food was served on the table Jay look at you and gesture you to eat. " Jay I don't want you to think I'm going out with you because you're rich, you give me so many expensive stuff and I don't how to feel about it" you said sincerely holding his hand. He smiled and nodded. " I know you're not, but I do all this because I want to, I want to please you with everything, because I love you" he stand up, reach to you above the table to kiss your lips.

♡︎𝕁𝔸𝕂𝔼♡︎

" Don't you think having a camping date is fun?" He asked holding your hand as you two walk together calmly looking at the beautiful nature around you two. " it is and it's much more romantic because it's with you" you flirted rubbing his hand with both of your hands to express your love affection for him. He stop walking and stare at your eyes, nose, and lips for a few seconds. " come here," he grasps your waist against him and kiss your lips softly yet there was passion. Oh LORD how much you love him.

♡︎𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔾ℍ𝕆𝕆ℕ♡︎

"Uhh...do you think a date in a cafe restaurant was a good idea?" He asked sounding nervous and looking awkward as he scratch behind his ear. " Babe relax! It's okay! Plus cafes are one of my favorite places to eat breakfast, specifically this cafe has the best donuts!" You said taking a bite of your chocolate sprinkle donut. Sunghoon laughed soon feeling relax. " I'm glad you like it, you know how I am, I'm not good with this type of things" he said scratching the table with his index finger. " no babe it's alright, don't worry, it doesn't matter where we go as long it's with you!" You grab him and kiss his cheeks multiple times. Soon the confident Sunghoon you know came back and moved closer to you. He wraps an arm around your waist. " let me feed you, baby open your mouth ahhh" he teased you trying to shove the donut inside your mouth.

♡︎𝕊𝕌ℕ𝕆𝕆♡︎

" you planned this well didn't you? The sky is so blue and the clouds look like cotton candy, the sun is so bright, the lake is so pretty and shiny, the grass is greener than ever, everything is just perfect" you smiled as you admire the beauty of your surrounding. Sunoo look down at you with a smiled and laid next to you. However he used an arm and hand to rest his head on so he could look above you. "The view is beautiful specially when you are in it" he flirted innocently. His soft cheeks turning a shade of pink. You caress his cheek softly. " and you're more beautiful..." you complimented back. Sunoo laughed as he finally laid next to you, his hand rested on your belly as he reach to kiss the side of your forehead. "This picnic date will be so memorable" he said holding you close to him. " it'll sure will!" You said pulling him above you to kiss him.

♡︎𝕁𝕌ℕ𝔾𝕎𝕆ℕ♡︎

Both Jungwon and you enjoy watching the comedy movie together in the movie theater. " hahaha he is so dumb!" He pointed at the male character on the screen. His dimples deepened as he smiled widely. You laughed too eating a popcorn. "Right! He is making a big deal in confessing his love towards the girl....tell me...where you having a hard time to confess to me?" You whispered against his ear softly as you didn't want the others to hear that part of the conversation. Jungwon grinned sheepishly as he immediately grab your hand and cross his fingers between yours. " I mean...I didn't do it in a exaggerated way like him...but I did practice a lot in how I should confess...but at the end I didn't have to use it because you were the one who confess to me first..." he smirked looking deep into your eyes. You pinch his chin softly. "That's right, and that makes me cool," you joked pecking on his lips softly. Jungwon did not want to let you go but since you two are in the movie theater, he had to.

♡︎ℕ𝕀𝕂𝕀♡︎

You two went to a good fast food restaurant, went shopping together, went to a gaming center, and lastly both of you end up laying together on top of your car looking at the stars that looked more beautiful than ever. "Why are the stars looking more beautiful tonight? Is it because you're here with me?" He flirted, raising an eyebrow, and looking at you. You laughed and slightly hit his arm. " maybe, but honestly it does look so pretty tonight, today we had such a great date, I had fun Riki," you turn to your side to look at your pretty boyfriend. Riki showed you his shy smile as he also turn to the side to look at you. Both of you stare at each other silently for a moment. The breezy air blowing on to you two. Riki put a piece of hair behind your ear. "Should we end this night with a kiss?" He suggested with a shy smile and giggle. You smiled shyly back. " yes please." you said. Both of you got closer as you two share a sweet and soft kiss beneath the stars.

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translations-by-aiimee · 2 years

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The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 47

Original Title: 二哈和他的白猫师尊

Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 47 - This Venerable One Feels Like Something Is Off

Chu Wanning was injured, and the other three were exhausted. After running into the corridor outside the Divine Weapons Arsenal, Chu Wanning made them take a short rest. For a while, no one spoke first, each standing or sitting, looking at the wounds on himself or someone else, slowing down.

Except for Xue Meng. He was lost in thought, drooping his head. No one knew what he was thinking.

Mo Ran muttered: "Xue Meng. . ."

Xue Meng paid no attention to anyone. He walked stiffly to Chu Wanning and raised his head. When he opened his mouth, his voice broke.

"Shizun."

Chu Wanning looked at him. He wanted to raise his hand to touch his messy hair, but in the end, he held back.

"Is the divine weapon that I picked earlier a fake?"

Chu Wanning didn't speak.

Xue Meng's eyes grew even redder, and his black and white eyes looked like they were covered in spider webs of blood. If not for the stubbornness and self-importance holding him back, he might have immediately started to cry.

"Am I. . . no longer able to get to the weapons in the lake again?"

Chu Wanning finally closed his eyes, and a sigh gradually fell.

It was very quiet in the corridor, the only audible sound being the clear and cold voice of Chu Wanning.

". . . Foolish child."

That foolish child full of sighs and helplessness broke Xue Meng's last sense of reason. He couldn't bear it any longer. He threw himself into Chu Wanning's arms and hugged Chu Wanning's waist, bursting into tears.

"Shizun. . . Shizun. . ."

To miss out on Jincheng Lake's divine weapons was almost equal to missing the qualification to be among the peak of the immortal cultivation world. This is something that everyone knows well. A mortal's spiritual energy was limited. Without the help of a divine weapon, no matter how strong they are, they are nothing but flesh and blood.

The young masters of those sects in the upper cultivator world all have the divine weapons handed down by their ancestors, even if they did not fully fit their own spiritual power. But they all had a force that should not be underestimated. Only Xue Meng, because the Xue Zhengyong brothers had started from scratch, didn't get a weapon from Jincheng Lake.

Therefore, when he chose to use the ancestral sword to kill Zhaixin Liu, he was choosing to let go of his past superiority and spiritedness.

Chu Wanning didn't ask anything and didn't say anything more. He hugged Xue Meng, who was crying loudly in his arms, and touched his hair. Xue Meng is a little spoiled and had never suffered any grievances, so, since he could remember, he had never cried. He could only hold a stoic face for so long.

However, at this moment, tears were intertwined on his young face. Every word came out broken, like the divine weapon he was destined to no longer possess, like the dream of being a hero he once thought was within his reach, all shattered.

"Xue Meng." Chu Wanning hugged the disciple in his arms and comforted him.

The water waves at the bottom of the lake billowed Chu Wanning's white cloak and long ink-colored hair. At that moment, Mo Ran only had time to see his slender eyelashes drooping, and there was a fine soft light underneath. Then the water waves got bigger, and the hem of his clothes and his long hair were all messed up. In the dimness, he could no longer see the side of Chu Wanning's face.

He only heard him say: "Don't cry, you're alright."

His voice wasn't gentle, but coming from Chu Wanning's mouth, it couldn't have been a softer sentence.

The four people in the secret passage, each with their own thoughts, didn't speak again.

Mo Ran leaned against the cold wall, watching Chu Wanning embracing Xue Meng, patting his shoulders, and suddenly he felt something not that great in his heart.

The journey to Jincheng Lake.

Fresh clothes and angry horses come.

Xue Zhengyong's injury when he left.

Xue Meng had been the proud son of heaven for fifteen years.

Infinite splendour, high spirits.

Then one day, the floor collapsed.

From then on, he has to spend a long life to forget the edge of those fifteen years.

When they ran out of the Divine Weapons arsenal, everyone saw the willow slowly falling down in the water, like the exhaustion of an ancient giant, like the death of Kuafu*, the death of the Golden Crow. The jiao people who stayed on the ground were shocked and fled in all directions.

*(T/N: Kuafu is a giant in Chinese mythology who wished to capture the Sun. He died of dehydration after using up all the water trying to catch the sun)

The Divine Weapons Arsenal created millions of years ago was destroyed overnight.

The divine tree fell down with a bang, setting off a frenzy in Jincheng Lake. In front of the huge vortex, the jiao people each transformed into their original bodies in order to resist the stormy waves. For a while, the scales and armour in Jincheng Lake were tumbling around. Fish and dragons were leaping about and it was difficult for mortals to stand.

Mo Ran shouted: "No, we can't get out!"

As he spoke, a thick dragon tail slapped down. Mo Ran dodged quickly, only narrowly sidestepping it.

Just then, a black blue dragon suddenly swooped in. It was larger than the other dragons, and its pitch-black scales were overflowing with golden light.

Mo Ran said: "Wangyue?!!"

Wangyue let out a long roar. Originally a mute dragon, at this moment he suddenly became able to speak. With a voice like a bell, he shouted lowly: "Grab my back. The Heart Plucking Willow has been destroyed. Jincheng Lake will be destroyed soon. Hurry up! I'll take you out!"

At this point, there was no other choice. They couldn't care whether Wangyue was an enemy or a friend, and they did as they were told. Wangyue carried four people through the stormy seas. Thousands of jiao swam fast through the tumbling waves, splitting through the water.

"Hurry up!"

As soon as his voice fell, the old dragon suddenly burst through the water and broke out of the waves, soaring out into the air. Mo Ran and the others only felt like a thousand wild currents were pounding against their faces. The water flowed like ten thousand horses and thousands of troops running and marching all over their bodies. They couldn't open their eyes at all, couldn't even catch their breath. Their hands clung to the back of the dragon's back, using all their strength to prevent them from being thrown into the lake again.

When they were finally able to open their eyes, they had already ridden the dragon into the clouds, above Jincheng Lake, to the top of Dawning Peak. The spray of water vapour turned into ten thousand dots of fluorescent light and scattered across the huge mirror-like dragon scales. In an instant, the smoke cloud was like a mist, and the mist turned into a rainbow. Wangyue lead the way with a hiss, and the whole world changed colour.

Mo Ran heard Xue Meng's voice coming from behind him. He seemed excited and distant in the gale. After all, he was really young, and it was easy to temporarily forget his sorrows--

"My god! I'm flying! I'm flying on a dragon!"

Wangyue circled around Dawning Peak several times, gradually shrinking in size. When he stopped to perch on the shore of Jincheng Lake, he had shrunk to less than half of his original size, so as not to crush the surrounding rocks and grass. He curled up in place and quietly let Mo Ran and the others off of the dragon's back.

They turned to look at Jincheng Lake, only to see thousands of feet of ice melt away. The waves surged up, and the water pushed against the broken ice. At this time, the morning sun was bright, dawning in the east, shining splendidly, flowing into Jincheng Lake, creating jagged waves of light.

Shi Mei exclaimed excitedly: "Look at the jiao in the lake!"

The jiao were tossing and twisting along with the surging waves. They gradually stopped moving and then shattered one by one, turning into bits of burnt ashes. Black chess pieces rose from the lake water and gathered in the air.

Mo Ran muttered: "Zhenlong Chess Formation. . ."

The entire pool of jiao, creatures, and even Zhaixin Liu were all caught in the Zhenlong Chess Formation. This whole lake was a spectacle conspiracy, a conspiracy set up by some unknown force in the shadows!

Mo Ran suddenly shuddered.

He realized that there was something wrong with this world after rebirth. Things were happening for no reason.

In his previous life, when he was sixteen years old, there was absolutely no one who could play the Zhenlong Chess Formation to this extent. What was this fake Gouchen?

Xue Meng said: "Wangyue!"

Mo Ran turned his head and saw Wangyue lie down and stop moving. There were no black chess pieces on his body, but he looked very weak and his pupils were half-squinted.

"You. . . have done a good job. . . I would rather destroy Gouchen's Jingcheng Lake than let it. . . it can never fall into the hands of evil. . ."

After he said this, he suddenly radiated golden light all over his body. When the light dissipated, he turned into the shape of a smaller human.

"It's you?!"

Mo Ran and Xue Meng spoke almost at the same time.

The Wangyue in front of him was the white-haired old jiao who had led them to the soul of the Divine Weapons Arsenal. Wangyue raised his head, a look of shame in his eyes.

"It was me."

Xue Meng was surprised: "Why, Why did you want to lure us to the Divine Weapons Arsenal? Are you here to save us or harm us? If it's to harm us, why send us ashore? If it's to save us, if we weren't able to unravel Zhaixin Liu's scheme, wouldn't that be…"

Wangyue lowered her eyes and said hoarsely: "I'm sorry. It was just that the situation at the time, I had to do it. The fake Gouchen's cultivation was insufficient. It relied on the spiritual power of Zhaixin Liu to cast the forbidden techniques. The only way his technique would fail was to destroy Zhaixin Liu. There was nothing I could do but to lead you there to try."

Chu Wanning shook his head. He walked over and waved his hand to heal him.

Wangyue let out a long sigh: "The Daoist has a kind heart but there is no need. Like all things in the lake, I have reached the end of my life. Originally, I relied on the spiritual energy of Zhaixin Liu to survive. Since it has collapsed, I'll die soon."

Chu Wanning: ". . ."

Wangyue said: "Death and life are set in stone and cannot be altered. I have fulfilled my wish to see the nightmare of Jincheng Lake broken before I die. It's just that the shock in the pool has affected you all, so it's hard not to feel guilty."

Chu Wanning said: "It's okay. . . Do you know who the person who impersonated Gouchen really is and what he intended to do?"

Wangyue said: "I don't know who he is. But his purpose should be to explore the three forbidden techniques by gaining the power of the Heart Plucking Willow."

Chu Wanning pondered: "The spiritual energy required to perform the forbidden techniques is very impressive. If you have the help of the ancient tree spirit, you will indeed get twice the result with half the effort."

"Yeah, that person said the same thing. He said that the ancient spirit has great power, but it's extremely difficult to find. The only thing that can be found in the ancient books is Zhaixin Liu."

"Actually, he only appeared not long ago. Since he took control of Jincheng Lake, he has been practicing the two forbidden techniques of 'Rebirth' and 'Zhenlong Chess Formation' at the bottom of the lake with Zhaixin Liu's power. "

Wangyue said. He sighed. His eyes were a little hollow and dull.

Mo Ran, on the other hand, discretely snorted.

Sure enough. . . This trip to Jincheng Lake was completely different from his previous life. These variables all happened a short while ago. What went wrong? What changed the trajectory of everything?

"He was not compenent enough to control living creatures, so he killed a large number of creatures in the lake and tried to control the dead. This time he did it, so in just a few dozen days, he slaughtered almost all the spirit beasts in the lake and made them into chess pieces. Only a few were left for testing. I was one of them. "

Mo Ran asked: "So when I asked for a sword, you surfaced, and at that time you were controlled by the fake Gouchen?"

"No." Wangyue slowly closed his eyes. "He can manipulate others, he can manipulate the fox demon, he can manipulate Zhaixin Liu, but he can't manipulate me. I am a spirit beast tamed by the god Gouchen when he created the world millions of years ago. In the past, when I was willing to be ordered by the gods, the inside of my scales were branded with his incantation, and since then I have been loyal to my master."

"Then you. . ."

"The compulsion was pretend." Wangyue sighed, "Although that intruder didn't manage to control me completely, the barrier seal of the superior god Gou Chen has survived all these millions of years and isn't as effective as it had been back then. I still had a part of my body that's been affected by the fake Gouchen - The reason I was mute when you met me was that my voice had been completely manipulated by that man and I couldn't control it anymore. Only when his techniques failed was I able to regain my voice.”

Mo Ran asked: "Does that fake Gouchen know that you were pretending?"

"I don't think he knows." Wangyue looked at Mo Ran and said, "According to his plan, he would capture your spiritual core today and extend Zhaixin Liu's life. But he did not expect that I would bring you back to the Divine Weapons Arsenal and destroy the ancient willow. He didn't guard against me."

Chu Wanning suddenly said: "He may not have been unprepared for you, but perhaps his core wasn't strong enough."

"What do you mean by that?"

Chu Wanning said: "I have a vague feeling that the fake Gouchen has another abnormality."

#the husky and his white cat shizun #the husky and his white cat shizun translation #bl novel #chinese novel #english translation #chinese bl #danmei #danmei novel #2ha #2ha novel #yaoi novel #yaoi #mo ran #mo weiyu #mo ran x chu wanning #chu wanning #ranwan

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friendlyneighbour-aisen · 1 year

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Helena's journal: Turnback Cave.

Hey, everyone! Me and the rest of the group are on the way to Veilstone's airport for our flight to Unova, bus ride has been slow so Lena asked me to share this here so we could get some opinions once the flight is done.

That place was... Scary, to put it in some way. Confusing, I hope someone can tell us what it was all about because it legit was one of the most terrifying things I've ever done.

._._._._

We are approaching what seems to be Sendoff Spring, if the directions we got at town are correct.

The path so far has been rather calm, with no complications to speak of, and if this were a normal day I wouldn't complain but coupled with the warnings of only 8 badge trainers being able to handle it... Something is not right.

_._.

The rumors about a hidden fourth lake were true, in a way.

The terrain turned difficult as we went higher up the mountains, in the end we needed help from our pokemon to reach it, the access turned out to be a steep slope, almost too vertical to climb safely.

And calling it "the fourth lake" would be a stretch, in my opinion. Sendoff Spring is almost a crater that was filled with water, which is several meters down another slope.

The pokemon population was nothing unusual in terms of composition at first, Staravia, Bibarel, and some Graveler. That was before Luke's Luxio spotted the Dusclops lurking in the shadows of the trees.

And then there's the noise, or lack thereof to be exact. The surrounding forest is way too quiet for the many pokemon living there, to a degree a concentration of ghost types cannot explain.

We'll enter the cave at the bottom of the lake next.

_._._.

It's no mere cave. The very first thing we encountered was a mural, it's old and dilapidated, the imagery crumbled a long time ago, the words weren't even legible.

We are flying blind, and I don't like it. The fog doesn't help matters.

We'll pick a direction and start exploring, hopefully no teleports we'll be needed to bail us out.

_._._.

It's been about an hour and the layout doesn't make any sense, the rooms seem to be looping and lead back into each other despite the fact we went in the complete opposite direction, it makes no sense at all.

Jack spotted a Ghastly a few minutes before, they are very likely the culprits of this confusion...

_._._._

Hour and a half after entering, I got separated from the group.

I started following a line of murals and before I noticed it everyone else was gone.

It lead me to a room with a single pillar, the images are less faded, still mostly illegible but they seem to depict some sort of prayer or ritual.

The age matches what I read about old Celestica temples that worshipped legendary pokemon, the question is which one?

Something moved nearby. My whole team is out as a precaution.

._._._.

Something is watching me, not the ghost types, it's too heavy a presence for it to be ghost aura concentration.

The paths keep leading to the pillar room, it knows I'm here, it keeps making me come here. Why?

._._._

I found Sharia just as I was about to give up reaching the center, her experience was much the same as mine, except she stirred the local Solrock and Lunatone quarry on accident.

The words at the entrance are bothering me, could it be we had to find the pillars before we walked past 30 rooms? Before 30 minutes passed?

None of it makes sense.

._._._.

Jack showed up, he apparently couldn't reach a pillar room period.

Luke is still missing.

_._._._._

We spent some more time before arriving at the entrance again, Luke showed up through one of the side doors, pale.

Apparently he found three rooms with pillars and managed to catch a glimpse of the central room at the end of a corridor, some sort of amphitheater.

But the way he described it... The moment he tried to approach it some sort of strange feeling overcame him.

In his own words "If I went in there, I don't think I would've come back here" wether he means back alive or something else, he doesn't know.

I'm inclined to believe him, space doesn't seem to work right in here, and this presence... The fact that only one of us caught a look at the center of the labyrinth, it all feels like it was toying with us the entire time, we were allowed to see it and now it's allowing us to leave.

We'll be taking it, ASAP.

_._.._._._

Our phones' clocks recalibrated as soon as we left the cave, we didn't spend more than half an hour inside, real time.

We are never going back there.

#pokemedia #irreality #turnbackcave #journal

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titanicfreija · 11 months

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Another Dream

Freija tried to wake up the moment she saw the boat.

"Come on!" Someone called. A dark blue redhead with yellow eyes. Mother.

Dammit. I knew. I fucking knew it.

"Hang on!" her mouth answered. She hauled a wide steel boat off the back of what looked like a ship and a sparrow combined.

You're dead, Sarah. The memories are yours, the brain is mine. Fuck! Off! I'm sleeping, I'm in my hammock tent on Nessus, for fuck's sake, there's no water here, wake up. Smell the radiolarium and wake. Up!

Orla, a white-haired silver woman with golden eyes, heaved the lunch pack to her shoulder as Sarah and her father adjusted the boat between them to carry to the water.

The rowboat could barely hold the family, but the platform anchored in the middle of the lake could still be reached if everyone stayed still.

Please. I don't need to know why I'm scared of water. I don't care why. I'm smart, that's why. Please don't make me see this.

Sarah grabbed their lunch and leapt from the boat to the platform, tipping the boat dangerously. Sobu secured it and shot a sharp glare at Sarah, who smiled sheepishly and helped moor and get everyone offboard.

The day went by too quickly, the family swam and ate, played cards, then swam again, taking turns jumping off the platform, doing tricks; swan dives, flips and somersaults, even teaming up with each other to throw the third, though adolescent Millie struggled to heave grown-up Sarah.

After they dropped her the second time, Sarah called an end to the game. Orla dove in during the argument, and surfaced before its end.

"It's not fair! Just because you don't get to doesn't mean no one should get to!"

"I can't play, and I wanna play something else!"

"I touched the bottom!" Orla called from the water. As evidence, she wagged a rock and grinned.

As one, Millie and Sarah glanced at one another, then shot to the end of the platform and dove straight in.

Sarah grabbed a rock and kicked off the bottom, only seeing too late that Millie was still swimming down. She swam to the surface, threw the rock to the platform, then dove back down.

Without the momentum from the jump, Sarah had a hell of a time getting below the water. Millie could only just be seen through the murk.

She wasn't moving.

Sarah swam as fast as she could-- not fast-- and grabbed her sister's arm.

Without leverage, momentum, and with another person's dead weight, Sarah had a moment of doubt, but the dread sank into her belly and solidified into resolve. She hooked her arm under Millie's arms and swam hard to the top. Momentum built but the surface shone far too ahead.

Darkness and bubbles heralded the arrival of Fira, carrying what looked like a bottle. She swept both her daughters into her arms, and together, Fira and Sarah took the unconscious Millie to the surface.

Orla waited on the boat directly overhead and Sobu on the dock, face fixed into a hard stare, silver eyes wide.

"Shit," Orla whispered as they surfaced. She grabbed Millie and pulled her in the water to the edge of the platform, where she and Sobu worked together to haul her dead weight up, leaving her feet to dangle over the side when he started compressions and emergency breathing.

Sarah and Fira hauled themselves up but they could only watch as Sobu pumped her heart and forced air into her lungs.

Okay. Very good. I've seen the baby sister drown. I know she survived because she died the same night as Sarah. Thank you very much for the fucking flashback that I told you I didn't want.

Millie coughed the water up and groaned, then cried out. Fira dove to her side and grabbed a hand to pat fervently, and Freija finally smelled the bitter electric scent of Vex milk.

You're welcome.

"Oh my fucking fuckstick, she's a smartass, too!" Freija cried into the darkness, swinging the hammock when she kicked in rage.

"I think that's what the wit thing referred to," Sunny offered.

"Ngh. Well, I thought I -- she was the one gonna drown, but apparently it was Camilla. Sarah tried to help and that fucking gut fear comes from one specific moment where she got to baby sister, grabbed to pull, and instead dragged herself toward baby sister. I felt that shit, that terror drove straight in like an arrow. Risk death or risk losing her sister, and both of them looked certain.

Sunny chirped. "How much of it do you think was real memory and how much do you think was dream?"

"Eh. Lots were definitely my own fill-in. The shoreline moved, trees and sky changed a lot to places I've seen. The boat had funny spots of defined details but I think I pulled most of it from pictures in magazines, it didn't look like anything. Time skipped a lot. This platform thingie in the water, it moved and had different stuff on it, but the wood was distinct. Important parts were swimming and playing and the one almost drowning. Forty percent real? Maybe?"

"Thomas said one of them needed hospital care for a month."

"This is-- hang on, you got Thomas to search the archive for my history?"

"Last time this settled. You wanted me to stop asking you."

Freija groaned. "Find anything good?"

"Fira and Sobu were fascinating people," said Sunny. "You and your sisters only really popped up in travel logs and gate sign-ins, as far as official stuff goes."

"Yeah? Neat. Suppose they'd have to be something special, ditching the Dreaming City and eloping on Earth." Freija heaved a long sigh. "So Thomas saw Millie in the infirmary for a month?"

"He didn't have specifics, just that she was there. He said it was likely to be something bad, though."

"Well. Da--Sobu broke several ribs but he saved her life. So there was that."

Sunny chirped again, but then the quiet carried on too long.

And then a little longer.

"So you actually do know how to swim."

"I knew you were gonna do that!"

"But you're scared of water deep enough to swim in--"

"I'm not scared of water, I'm scared of drowning!"

"But if Sarah could swim, there's no reason you can't!"

"It doesn't matter! Even if I am physically capable of making the motions to stay upright and alive in water, even without thinking about it-- I would be afraid of drowning!"

"You won't even try!"

"You can hardly measure my fucking heartbeat when I'm up to my tits in water! It's terrifying! Capable or not--functionally, I can't swim."

"That's just ridiculous."

#destiny 2 #d2 #ocs #writing #freija #sunny #scribble

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captains-simp · 3 years

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Wanda Maximoff ~ Fake It Till You Make It

Wanda version of this fic as requested by @yeetus-thyself

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Warnings: shitty family and homophobia

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"Pleeaasse, Wan" You pouted once again. You had been begging Wanda for the favour for an hour now; her stubborness was proving hard to overcome.

"I'm busy." Wanda said, her accent strong as she walked around her appartment to collect things for her next mission.

"But will you be busy on the 10th?" You asked from the couch where you watched her disappear into various rooms as she talked.

"I thought you said it was a few days." Wanda quipped, seemingly only giving you half her attention.

"It is." You confirmed with some hope.

"So I'd need to clear my schedule for more than just the 10th." You huffed and rested your head on the back of couch.

"Yes you would. I'm sure Natasha can manage without you for a few days."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that." She muttered.

"Please, Wan." You tried. "I need a win." Wanda stopped by the kitchen counter and gave you a long, considering look. You had long given up on your puppy dog eyes and instead copied her expression as you chewed on your bottom lip.

"I'll think about it." Wanda finally said before grabbing something from the cupboard. It was the best response you had gotten all night and you knew you wouldn't get anything more. So you accepted it and hoped for the best.

Your parents had invited you to their cabin for a few days just like they did every year. It was a beautiful place. You could spend your whole visit in the forest along the back. Or swimming in the clear lake that was a short walk away. The cabin itself was the cosiest place you had ever been and had been where some of your best memories had happened as a kid.

As you got older things changed. Being around your family, especially your parents, wasn't as enjoyable. They had high expectations for their children, expectations that your siblings had met without a problem but ones that you had struggled with. You enjoyed your life. You had the kind of relationships you had always hoped for, you loved your job and you had the perfect balance of the two. But you could never shake the feeling that you had failed.

Your brother was a surgeon who always told you all stories of the lives he saved and the close calls he had swooped in to save people from. One of your sisters was some hot shot lawyer who had done great things like help people wrongly convicted but still put dangerous people back on the street. And your other sister was the CEO of an energy company that you never quite understood. They even all had equally successful partners who loved to talk about themselves as much as your siblings did. You didn't have any of that. But you did have Wanda.

Knowing the Avengers was the only thing about you your family took interest in. They were always subtly hinting at wanting to meet your friends. But you knew the Avengers had to endure enough fan service and didn't want to push your family onto them, especially with how annoying they all were.

However as your family's unrealistic expectations reached their all time high you were sure you wouldn't be able to handle another trip with them without a win, and you were far too petty to take the moral high ground and just not go. Not to mention that was a huge part of you that was dying to see what the Wanda girlfriend experience would entail. Yep, that was what you were asking of Wanda. To pretend to be your partner for the duration of the trip.

You knew it wasn't a smart choice. That if Wanda agreed your crush on her could get out of hand. You knew you would end up getting too caught up in the act. You could have, no - should have - asked Natasha or Yelena or even Carol if she was around. But your family knew you were the closest with Wanda and she would be the one it felt the most natural with, and the most believable. At least, that was what you told Wanda.

"When are you going?" You asked, changing the subject in hopes that Wanda wouldn't suddenly conclude she didn't want to do it (then you really would have to ask one of the others).

"Tomorrow." She answered, keeping her focused tone.

"When will you be back?" You attempted to keep the concern out of your voice but the glance the redhead gave you told you you hadn't done a good job.

"The day after." She said, softer this time. You nodded as you looked down at your lap and tried not to think about everything that could possibly go wrong on her mission.

"Be safe." Wanda strolled over to you and placed her hand gently ontop of yours and gave it a quick squeeze.

"Always."

"Got any plans Saturday night?" Natasha smirked knowingly at her friend as they preped for their mission.

"No." Wanda replied as she adjusted her earpiece.

"Nothing with y/n then?" Nat asked, partly genuinely but mostly knowing Wanda would still say no.

"Nope." She said again, biting the inside of her cheek in consideration before speaking again. "Not this Saturday."

Natasha raised an eyebrow in surprise and interest. Wanda rarely made any kind of special plans with you as you would always hang out casual and it was never anything fancy or different. She had always wanted to though.

"Plans for another time?" Nat continued as she double checked her pack.

"Maybe, I'm still thinking about it." The redhead turned fully to her friend at her words, confused at why Wanda was hesitant to spend time with you. "She wants me to go to the cabin with her and her family." Nat had heard all about the infamous cabin and your family.

"That sounds fun." Nat nodded. The cabin sounded fun. Your family did not.

"As her girlfriend." Nat's eyes widened excitedly but before she could speak Wanda clarified. "Her pretend girlfriend."

Nat paused and looked as though she was going to speak for several seconds until she stuck to just giving a confused look.

"Yeah." Wanda sighed. "Thinks it would seem impressive." Wanda had tried not to be hurt over that. She knew you weren't just friends with her to show her off to people, because you never did. But it hurt her to think the only time you could see her in a romantic way was when you were pretending.

"Well," Nat muttered as she adjusted the zip along the front of her catsuit. "Fake it till you make it." It was Wanda's turn to give Nat a questioning look. "Maybe it'll be an eye opener for her."

"You think I should do it?" She asked, fully open to hearing and accepting her friend and mentor's advice in that area.

"Definelty." Nat confirmed. She wasn't sure about it for the reasons she said though. Wanda's crush on you was obvious to everyone except you, just as it was vice versa.

You had been overjoyed when Wanda told you she would come with you to the cabin and play along as your girlfriend. She had told you when she came back from her mission, in fact it was the first thing she said after she had let herself into your appartment. It was never really brought up after that, but you couldn't deny you were incredibly anxious on the week leading up to the visit.

On the drive up to the cabin you and Wanda stayed in a comfortable silence most of the time, clearly both lost in thought. You had the radio on for background noise more than anything else, but you would occasionally lightly tap the steering wheel if there was a tune you recognised, oblivious to Wanda's acknowledging smiles.

"So what's the plan?" Wanda asked as she looked at you expectantly. Right, of course the Avenger wanted a strategy.

"Keep things simple, I guess. They know how we met already so we can just say at some point we took things a step further than friendship." Wanda didn't seem convinced at the simplicity of that. "Look they're not going to want to hear about us, not much at least. They prefer the sound of their own voices, they'll be trying to impress you is all."

"Impress me?" Wanda asked.

"Yeah, hope you warm up to them so one day they can invite you to their snobby parties." Wanda chuckled her heart warming laugh as she glanced out of the window, knowing there was a lot of truth to what you said.

"And what are those like?" She enquired curiously.

"I wouldn't know, I've never been invited." You said simply. You had gotten over that a long time ago, gotten used to being forgotten. Wanda clearly hadn't though.

"It will be an honour to turn them down." Wanda said. You shook your head and smiled at her. That did sound pretty nice.

When the cabin came into sight between the trees your nerves spiked. You figited in your seat and bit your lip when you saw some of your family gathered outside, their attention instantly on you. You shot Wanda a quick smile which she returned before you got out of the car.

"Y/n! So nice of you to come." You mum said as her eyes flickered to Wanda more than you. She opened her arms for the shortiest hug in human history before turning to Wanda. "You must be Wanda, we've heard so much." You mum insisted as she brought the redhead in for a hug too. She raised her eyebrows at you over your mum's shoulder and you bite back a laugh.

The others came over to greet you and mainly Wanda in a rush, overwhelming both of you.

"You two will be in the upstairs bedroom on the left." Your mum told you as you went to grab your bags. You did a double take, convinced you had heard her wrong. That was the best room in the house. A big difference from being in the small room in the basement every other time you had been there.

"First one on the left." Your dad confirmed. There was no way your parents were going to be in the basement so you wondered who else had been moved around but didn't ask, knowing whoever it was wasn't going to be happy.

You and Wanda made your way up to the room and you couldn't help but smile at the sight of the spacious room and the door you knew led to your en suite.

"That was...a lot." Wanda summarised as she said her bag under the bed.

"I would tell you it gets better but I don't want to get your hopes up." You sighed as you got a couple of things out.

"It's just a few days." Wanda said despite the fact you should have been assuring her.

"Yeah." You nodded and stared down at the floor. "Now c'mon." You suddenly said as you took ahold of Wanda's hand and laced your fingers together. You missed the startled blush that crept onto her cheeks when you turned around.

Your family were sat outside whispering amongst themselves when you returned. Their interested gaze fell to your entwined hands in an instant.

"So you work with the Avengers?" Your brother, Dalton, said as soon as you both sat down.

"I do, I'm one myself." Wanda said as she continued to hold onto your hand.

"Must be crazy, what are they like?" He enquired.

"They're good." Wanda said simply. Everyone clearly expected something more but Wanda pretended not to notice making you smile.

"I almost did business with Stark once, decided against it in the end." Claire announced proudly. You and Wanda exchanged knowing glances. Stark had told you all about his encounter with your sister, it definetly wasn't her turning him down.

"I was invited to one of his parties." Anna said quickly. "I was busy that night unfortunately."

Bull. Shit.

"Yes I remember working with Doctor Strange when he was still in the medical profession." You gave Wanda an I-told-you-so look as your family erupted into conversation over who had the most contact with the heroes. That had to be a new record of how quickly they started talking about themselves.

They continued like that until your mum called everyone in for dinner. The food smelt undeniably amazing as you took your place at the table next to Wanda and eyed the dishes infront of you. Your parents efforts to impress the redhead weren't all that bad.

Your family continued to catch up and and you and Wanda half listened as you ate. They were all doing as well for themselves as ever and still hadn't learnt any modesty.

Although you were proud of your siblings for what they had all achieved, Wanda had contained four potentially devastating bombs from going off in the space of half an hour a week before but she wasn't going to bring that up anytime soon. Eventually though, the attention turned to you to bring you out of your silence.

"And you're still working in that little café, y/n?" Your mum asked curiously.

"I own it, mum." You corrected quietly as you stabbed some pieces on your plate.

"Ah yes, quite the contrast though, isn't it. Between you two." She said as she pointed at you and Wanda with her fork. You didn't say anything to that because you felt there really wasn't anything to say in response. It wasn't like you hadn't thought that exact thing every now and then.

"The team loves it." Wanda said suddenly making everyone, including you, look at her in slight surprise from speaking up. It hadn't taken your family long to learn Wabda wasn't much of a talker, not to them anyway. You couldn't get her to shut up half the time. "At least one of us goes everyday. If we're lucky we all can. Nothing beats it." She defended simply before turning back to her food to show she wasn't going to say anymore. You smiled down at your plate at her words and the truth of them.

No one said anything in response, clearly shocked from this new information until Dalton spoke up.

"But doesn't Stark like fancy, top of the line, restaurants? I can't imagine him in some random coffee shop, no offence sis." He nodded towards you though you knew he didn't mean it. He couldn't let you have just one win.

"That random coffee shop has catered some of Stark's parties. Not that many though." A smug smile crept onto Dalton's face as he opened his mouth to make a snarky remark but Wanda cut him down again. "Because y/n's invited to the rest as a guest and a close friend." Your family stared at you with open mouths.

"You've been invited to Stark's parties?!" Anna exclaimed. In your defence, your family never wanted to hear about your life so you never got the chance to tell them anything.

"It's not really my crowd." You shrugged. "I just go to hang out with them after." Dalton's jaw clenched in annoyance and he didn't say anything for the rest of dinner. It was only really your mum who kept talking. Telling everyone about her latest travels that fell on death ears.

It was certainly a first for your family.

When everyone had finished their food you and Wanda excused yourselves and said goodnight before retiring to your room. Wanda shut the door gently as you collapsed onto the bed on your back and glared at the ceiling. The redhead shuffled around quietly to get her toothbrush and toothpaste and some other things you weren't really paying attention to and went into the bathroom.

When she came back out she was in her bedclothes and lifted your feet off the floor to turn you so you could fully lay on the bed. You smiled at her weakly.

"You should go get changed." Wanda said as she got her laptop out her bag. "Then you can pick a movie." She announced when she had gotten under the covers and started her laptop. You smiled more and nodded.

You tried not to think about your family and everything they had said at dinner as you got changed but it proved difficult. Everything they had said echoed around in your head but most of all you couldn't shake the disregarding ways they said it. It was as though you could do no right with them. Maybe they would never be proud no matter what you did.

You placed your toothbrush back I'm the holder and rinsed your mouth before heading back into the bedroom to an awaiting Wanda.

You got under the covers next to her and rested your head on her shoulder as you glanced at the Netflix screen and pointed to one of the comedy movies.

About ten minutes into the movie Wanda spoke. "You okay?" She whispered as she continued to look at the screen although that wasn't where her focus was.

"Yeah." You whispered back.

"You can talk to me." She said after a second." You moved your head away so you could see Wanda clearly.

"I'm so glad you're here." You said honestly. She smiled and nodded as her eyes searched yours.

"I'm glad I'm here too." You knew Wanda wasn't glad she had to spend the time with your family. She was glad that she could support you despite their efforts to bring you down. You were incredibly lucky to have her.

You rested your head back on her shoulder and neither of you spoke for the rest of the movie. Or the rest of the night. You must have fallen asleep about half an hour in.

Wanda was one of the most intimate people you had ever met. It was mainly something she aimed towards you and Natasha but didn't refrain from comforting others and giving hugs to anyone who would take one. She never held back at all with you, as far as you knew. But when you woke up and couldn't tell where your limbs started and Wanda's ended, you were still surprised to find yourselves like that. Butterflies flew around in your stomach in a way you knew was dangerous but couldn't help but love.

You were resting your head on her rising chest and had your arm slung across her stomach. Your legs were tangled together and her arms were holding onto your waist. A warmth spread through you and you decided to settle back into her hold and closed your eyes with a content smile.

You had about ten minutes to enjoy that before Wanda woke up. You could feel the moment she realized you were so close, she physically froze. You waited in anticipation for something for several moments until your friend very slowly unhooked her legs and guided your body to lay against the mattress and pillows as she slipped out of bed towards the bathroom.

You sighed when you heard the door close and rubbed your eyes slowly, knowing you should get up but wishing more than anything that you could return to how you woke up.

"Morning." Wanda croaked when she left the bathroom and saw you sitting up in bed.

"Morning." You said back with a smile and tried not to focus on how ridiculously attractive her voice sounded.

You gathered some random clothes into a bundle and went into the bathroom to change again and brush your teeth. When you came out Wanda was pulling her shirt over her head and gave you a generous view of her toned stomach. That training with Natasha really was paying off. Your face heated up when you saw it and you turned away to pretend you hadn't seen when Wanda noticed you.

"Don't make a sound." Wanda warned. You glanced up at her with some confusion. "I don't think your family's awake yet, that means we get the kitchen to ourselves." She grinned and you did too.

You and Wanda had gotten so used to getting up early for your jobs you forgot other people would still be sleeping. It was hard to break out of the habit but it proved useful.

The pair of you made a quick breakfast and ate it outside thanks to the warm weather even at that time. But soon enough your parents came downstairs and ruined the peaceful atmosphere with the clanging of pots and loud convosations.

You wandered around the side of the house and saw the old table tennis table that bad been folded away years ago and hadn't been set up since. You went over and started setting it up when Wanda joined you and eyed the table with a glimmer of mischief.

The redhead wasn't all that competitive, in fact you were pretty sure she let other people win games on the regular to make them feel better about themselves. But there was an undeniable spark of mischief in her eyes when she saw the table.

"You played this before?" You asked convosationally.

"I have." She said as you both automatically took up your positions of opposite ends of the table.

"Me too." You said confidently. "A lot." Wanda hummed in acknowledgment and swivelled her bat in her hand and stood ready. You smiled at her seriousness for the game.

You served surprisingly well for someone who hadn't played in a few years and Wanda was able to hit it back with ease. Once you had developed a steady pace you started hitting the ball more daringly to Wanda who was caught off guard before she started doing the same.

The moment you missed the ball a small smile tugged at the corner of Wanda's lips, her celebration was short lived when you suddenly sent the ball back her way until it was too late.

"That wasn't fair!" She exclaimed childishly.

"That was tables tennis." You said seriously but started smiling again.

Wanda huffed dramatically and flipped you off as she trudged back to the table and served the ball with force. You managed to send it back but took a step away from the table in caution.

You continued like that for a while. The competition tension rising as you picked up the pace, one of you occasionally getting a point before the other evened it out.

At one point you were vaguely aware of Dalton sauntering over to see what you were doing and arched his brow at the sight of the table.

"We still have this thing?" He questioned and you hummed quietly in response, too focused on the game.

"Hey Claire! Get over here, we're playing table tennis." You rolled your eyes at the intrusive and could sense Wanda refraining from doing the same until an idea popped into your head.

You caught the ball in your hand and smiled at Wanda's protests as you moved round to her side of the table just as your sister came out.

"I didn't even know we still had this." Claire laughed as she picked up another bat from the box.

"Maybe we should take it back with us." Wanda whispered to you and you bit your lip to contain your smile because yes, yes you should.

Inevitably, your siblings sucked at table tennis. You had suspected as much you just never thought they would be as bad as they were. They missed almost every hit and everytime they did they got increasingly angry, which meant they ended up flaring their arms around like idiots. It was a memory you would be sure to treasure.

"Stupid game" and "probably broken" kept echoing across the table until your siblings finally stormed off to throw a tantrum.

The rest of the day went by quietly. You and Wanda sat by the lake for most of the afternoon to enjoy the sun and heat. You reveled in the most recent memories of your siblings embarrassment and had to keep hushing down to childish whispered whenever one of them was nearby.

Surprisingly, dinner went by peacefully too.

You weren't asked anymore questions at the table. Instead, your family were content with talking about their upcoming plans between stealing glances at you and Wanda that the redhead never failed to notice.

The pair of you slipped off to your room the first moment you got and easily fell into bed besides one another. Wanda picked out a DVD from her bag of an old Sokovian show she used to watch as a child and had you hooked on as well as teaching you the language.

She settled down beside you and within the first few scenes she wrapped an arm around your shoulder so you could sink into her further like she did sometimes when you watched things together. You were barely paying attention to the series after that.

Despite trying to keep your focus on understanding what was happening in scenes of the show, you couldn't help but want to melt under the warmth of your best friend. You hoped it was something you got to experience more, you felt safer than you ever had in Wanda's arms.

Little did you know that having you in her arms was the most comforting feeling Wanda ever experienced and she always tried to do it as little as possible to refrain from falling for you more. It never worked.

You had thought waking up in Wanda's arms the morning before had been the best thing to awake to. But that day when you woke up not only were your legs tangled together again but the redhead was slowly stroking your hair while your head rested on her chest.

It was a gradual gesture that maintained a perfect rhythm and made you want to fall back asleep. But you were afraid you would mistake it for a dream later on. No, it was definitely real.

Luckily, your head was already tilted upwards slightly so when you secretly opened your eyes to risk a peek at your friend you saw her staring out the window as though she was in a trance. She was clearly so deep in thought she hadn't noticed you wake up, you had never seen her like it. But the feeling was too good to ignore, too compelling.

Soon enough, you found yourself drifting off back to sleep.

When you woke up again Wanda was gone. Her absence left an emptiness you knew wasn't good for you. As the days of your visit went on your fake relationship with Wanda was going to effect you even more when it was over.

Over...you couldn't think about that.

Once you got up and got changed you found Wanda in the kitchen looking at the news on her phone as she sipped her coffee.

"Morning, honey." You grinned. Wanda blushed slightly into her coffee, something you thought was undeniably adorable.

"Morning yourself." She tried to play off smoothly making you grin more.

You made breakfast for you both just as your mum came into the kitchen and greeted you both with an overplayed smile, already talking to Wanda about an upcoming party that she should go to. Wanda mumbled something about a busy schedule as you managed to whisp her away outside with your food.

Eventually, you and Wanda became bored with sitting around in the house when you had such amazing surroundings on your doorstep. You declared that you were going on a walk with the redhead and left before any of your family could invite themselves to go with you. Especially as you had told your friend to wear her swimwear underneath her clothing as you had a surprise for her.

You made a point of holding Wanda's hand as you left and once you were far away from the house went to take it back only for her to hold on tighter.

"You never know where they could be lurking." She joked as an excuse, so you starting swinging your arms playfully as to assure her you wanted your hands to stay linked together too.

You spent hours in those woods and was thankful for having a spy best friend who of course knew to pack the essentials like food and drinks so you could stay away from the house as long as you wanted.

The redhead brought so much you were able to have a small picnic on top of a hill that overlooked the large lake that stretched out all the way back to the house. You remembered thinking up stories as to explain the strange shape and curves to it as a child.

"It's beautiful here." Wanda said as she picked some grapes from the bunch between you.

"It is." You agreed with a fond smile.

"I used to want to live in a place like this." She muttered, sparking your interest.

"In the woods?" You asked curiously and she nodded.

"I thought I could retire to the woods and get a small cabin and I could grow my own food and that was all I needed." You hummed with a smile as you studied Wanda's features.

"Sounds lonely." You thought aloud.

"I'd have a cat." She said simply making you laugh. "I never used to think that but now when it crosses my mind and I picture that life... I picture someone else there with me." You knew she was imagining it as she spoke and you wished you could see exactly what it was she wanted.

"We could always downgrade the holiday house." You half joked as you nodded in the vague direction of the house. "Make it a simple cabin."

"We?" Wanda asked hopefully, the emotion clear before she had a chance to conceal it.

"There's no one I'd rather run away and live in the forest with." You joked although there was a lot of truth to your words. The redhead considered you for a while before smiling and nodded as though she had reached her own internal conclusion.

"Come on." You said suddenly as you stood up and dusted yourself off.

"You want to go back?" Wanda asked and you grinned.

"I'm going to show you that surprise." You declared and packed the remaining food away. Wanda did the same, eager to see the surprise you kept secret the whole way.

It was quite a way back to the house. The whole time Wanda kept asking more questions about it but you wouldn't say. She could only make guesses based on the swim wear which should have left only a few options, non of which she got right.

Finally, you arrived where you wanted to and grinned at Wabda before starting towards the edge. The redhead frowned as she watched you approach the ledge and became worried when she invisioned the steep slope that didn't always lead to water straight down. If you were to fall... your friend didn't have to wait long to see that. You slipped along the edge and disappeared from her view as she gave a startled cry and sprinted towards the edge and knelt over with wide eyes, expecting to see something that could haunt her forever but instead she saw you on a wide ledge but seven feet below her.

To your left was part of the ledge that had been dug into randomly and acted as perfect aid to get back into the woods above.

"Come down here." You beckoned as you starter to take your top off. Wanda's eyes widened more and quickly turned around and dropped down next to you steadily.

She glanced over the side of the small ledge to glance at the fifty foot drop into the water. There was nothing in the way to fall onto but there was no telling how deep that water was.

"You can't go in like that." You laughed as you kicked off your shorts and pushed them to the side.

Wanda's face heated up at the sight of you in your y/f/c bikini as you assessed the view. But even in her flustered state she was able to put it all together.

"You want to jump down there?" She exclaimed making you laugh.

"I've done it tones of times." You assured. "It's fun."

"It's a death wish! What if the waters not deep enough?" She questioned making you laugh more.

"Are you scared, Wan?" You teased as you took a step towards her making her avert her eyes from your form. She scoffed to play it off.

"Of course not." You hummed in faux belief.

"Well then I'll see you down there." You grinned and took a couple of steps back until your feet were no longer on the platform and you were plummeting down towards the water where you landed with a splash.

Wanda held her breath as she waited for you to resurface for a few agonising seconds. When you did with a gasp and started kicking around frantically to keep yourself afloat with your built up adrenaline the redhead sighed in relief and started taking off her own shorts and shirt and placed them next to your things.

You've jumped from higher. She told herself as she rocked on her feet. And you have powers! She argued back before she shoved those thoughts aside and threw herself off the ledge and into the water below. You laughed as she came back up and pushed her hair away from her way. You swam closer to her and saw her wide smile.

"Fuck." Wanda whispered with a laugh as she looked back up from where you had both come.

"Told you it was fun." You teased as you tried not to focus on the low cut on her bikini bra.

"Yeah yeah." She laughed and paused when she looked past you and saw you were surprisingly close to the house. She could see the outline of your family sat outside.

"They're looking." Wanda muttered. You could tell by the look on her face who she was talking about. It wasn't like there was anyone else around either.

"Do you think they've caught on?" You asked nervously as you stared at Wanda's brown eyes to stop you looking at your family.

"Maybe..." She considered and glanced around. "It's not like we've been acting like that much of a couple." You scoffed at that.

"At home everyone assumes we're dating and the one time we need it be believable it isn't." You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile.

"I know." Wanda laughed for a second but then paused. "Then let's give them something believable." She gently placed both her hands on your waist and pulled you slowly towards her. You let her guide you and took extra notice of the water droplets across her face. You almost trembled when your bare stomachs pressed together in the water lightly.

Wanda's soft hands left your waist and gripped your thighs to pull you up to wrap your legs around her own waist. You couldn't help but giggle at the gesture as you wrapped your arms around the redhead's neck and held onto her waist with your legs in a lock.

"Can I?" Wanda whispered when she lifted your chin with her finger and her other hand came round the back of your neck.

"Just shut up and kiss me." You demanded with a playful smile and leaned in to do it yourself.

You smiled into the kiss and felt Wanda do the same. It was everything you had ever imagined it to be. Her lips were soft and fell into place perfectly against your own as they moved together. Your mind was hazey and your stomach was doing flips at the realisation that you were actually kissing your long time crush. You forced yourself to remember that it was all a show. That Wanda didn't mean it. But she put on a believable act and kissed passionately, even slipping her tongue through your parter lips to explore your mouth further.

When she eventually pulled away you rested your foreheads together to catch your breath and grinned as you closed your eyes.

"You're a really good kisser." You blurted out making Wanda chuckle.

"Not too bad yourself." She teased.

"I hope not, we're gonna have to do that again." You smiled and instantly realized that sounded like a confession you desperetly wished you could claim. "You know because...Once probably wasn't enough to make it entirely believable." You rambled and Wanda nodded somewhat stiffly and let your legs drop back down. You wanted to say something to her, anything but it was all stuck on the tip of your tongue.

Just as you opened your mouth to speak, a small murmurarion of starlings flew across the lake, some of them skimming the water then gaining height again as they got closer to you and Wanda. You both ducked instinctively as they flew over your heads and off towards the forest again as you watched them in awe until they disappeared. You glanced up at the sky and noticed the sun had gone behind a cloud, ableing you to continue looking up at the other birds higher up.

You kicked your legs up slightly so you could lay on your back and outstretch your arms to keep you afloat in the water so you could stare up at the sky without hurting your neck.

You didn't realise Wanda mimicked you until her hands brushed against yours. She withdrew it as soon as you touched and went to murmmer an apology but you smiled and held onto her hand as you both lay watching the birds.

Neither of you had to say anything. It was a comfortable and peaceful silence that was occasionally filled with birds chirping or the sound of a calm breeze. Of all the things you expected to feel on that trip, relaxed was not one of them.

You stayed like that for a while until you were both snapped out of your daydreams by the distant yell that declared dinner. Well, you had to go back to them eventually.

Both of you took your time swimming back to dry land and only felt a shiver when you left the water and the breeze hit you. Wanda spotted and reached the towels before you and wrapped yours around you tightly. You thanked her with a small blush as you both sauntered up to the house where the mouthwatering smell of a barbecue greeted you. Your dad was leaning over it while shooing your brother away as he tried to offer his 'help'.

You and Wanda went inside to change swiftly and came back outside as the food was being placed on plates and your mum finished setting up the buffet. Everyone starter helping themselves and you piled as much food as you could onto the plate. You parents had asked what food Wanda liked and when you gave them a brief list you added in a few things you knew you both loved.

"You gonna eat all that?" Anna asked as she eyed all the food on your plate. Guilt and insecurities washed over you until Wanda purposefully grabbed a large handful of small sausage rolls and put them on her plate that was piled with a considerable amount more food than your own. You smiled at the reassuring gesture as she sat down with a satisfied grin on her face when she saw Anna close her mouth to stay quiet.

"Thanks." You whispered to her as you sat down.

"If you don't eat all that I will." She declared. You were pretty sure she went back for seconds.

Instead of disappearing back to your room like you did the previous nights, you and Wanda stayed with your family for a while after dinner. It wasn't to do with their company, more the mesmerising fire in the firepit you all sat around. You were cuddled up into Wanda's side with a blanket over both of you as you stared at the flames, smiling at their small flickers and dances.

"So Wanda," one of your sisters began, "are any of the other Avengers...you know." She nodded her head in the direction of you both.

Oh boy you though.

"I don't think it's my place to say." Wanda said because yes, a lot of the Avengers were queer.

"Oh come on, you can tell us." Anna encouraged as she sat forward eagerly.

"I could, but I'm not going to." Wanda continued to defy.

"Lay off it guys." You mumbled but was ignored. Your family took it in turns saying her teammates names in hopes of sparking a reaction, clearly forgetting they were facing someone who had been trained by Natasha Romanoff.

"Stark!" Claire said but was instantly shut down by the others.

"He's married!" Dalton objected.

"Could still be bi though." Claire tried but Dalton just scoffed.

"I suppose there's going to be more surprises."

"What does that mean?" Wanda asked with narrowed eyes, feeling protective of her teammates. Dalton met her gaze with his own challenging one.

"I just never thought one of the Avengers would be a dyke." You felt Wanda stiffen as you all held your breath. There was no way to tell what was going through the redhead's mind, especially as after all those years of friendship you still didn't even know what team she batted for. She was an ally at least, but would she see this as her battle to fight?

Upon getting no reaction, Dalton continued. "It makes sense why you'd hang out with y/n though, we always knew something was wrong with her but-"

"That's enough." Your mum snapped with a guilty expression she failed to mask. You swallowed hard and moved to get up, deciding you had heard enough.

"Then you're idiots." Wanda stated as she glared daggers at your brother while you sunk down.

"I'll have you know I have a doctorate-"

"Your idiots." She repeated. "There's nothing wrong with y/n, which is impressive considering she's grown up around you lot." You looked at your friend in awe as she continued.

"She's the most amazing person I've ever known, including any of the Avengers. She's everything that you're not and I'm lucky to call her my girlfriend. It doesn't matter what any of you think of her, I love her and I always will." She declared as shot daggers at each individual family member who had fallen silent. She took your hand and pulled you up from your seat to take you inside.

You couldn't get her saying she loved you out of your head. You reminded yourself over and over again on the way to your room that it was just an act. That the redhead was making her point. But God, how you wished it was real.

She was so gentle with you as she guided you through the house. When you got to your room and broke down sobbing she held you on the bed for a long time until your cries turned to sniffles. The thing was, you weren't sure what you were crying over. Sure, what Dalton had said had hurt. As did the confirmation that your whole family had always looked down on you. But you had known that was the case for a long time, you had moved on from it.

Instead, you may have being crying over what you didn't know and didn't have. How much of what Wanda said was true? It was all based off of something that wasn't real. What if she saw you the same way your family did?

When you stopped crying you became aware of Wanda gently stroking your hair as she rested her head on yours and held you close to her. You remembered the memories you had accumulated over the past few days with her. The kisses, the hand holding, the nights together, how she stood up for you like no one ever had. You loved her so much.

"I think we should go tomorrow." Wanda mumbled and you nodded into her shoulder.

"I'm not going to leave you though, you know that right? You can stay at mine and we'll watch more of those crappy American movies you like." She mocked lightly making you chuckle against her. "Whatever you want."

"I just want you." You said honestly. You knew you shouldn't have said that, but you were too emotionally drained to care.

"I just want you too, y/n." You pulled away from the redhead to look at her clearly.

"I don't think you know what I mean." You sniffed and she smiled at you fondly.

"I mean what I said earlier, around the fire." Your eyes widened slightly and you held your breath.

"It was all an act though." You whispered and Wanda chuckled as she exhaled sharply.

"No y/n." "I think I am inlove with you." She said as she took ahold of your hand and searched your face for any signs of a reaction to her confession.

"Me?" You questioned, not quite believing it.

"Yes you, idiot." You smiled and sighed in relief, not being able to find the words to express your overflowing happiness and numerous other emotions you couldn't quite pinpoint. You let go of Wanda's hand and brought them both up to cup her cheeks. You had done a lot more handholding than kissing in the previous few days. It needed to be evened out.

You closed the gap between you and kissed Wanda with just as much passion as you had in the lake, except all hesitation and questions were gone. Because you knew she loved you. Oh God she loved you. You grinned into the kiss at the thought and felt her hand fall to your hip while the other caressed the side of your neck in the most gentle manner you had ever seen from her.

When you eventually pulled away you rested your forehead against hers, a smile still playing on both your lips.

"Told you we'd have to do that again." You said and and laughed. "I love you too."

"Well I hoped that wasn't a pity kiss." She joked and you smacked her arm playfully.

"It definetly was not and I'll prove it to you by taking you on a date when we get back." You promised as you sat back to look at her clearly.

"Oh yeah?" She asked with a playful smirk and leaned over so her face was inches away from yours.

"Yeah." You said back.

"Well until then, my real girlfriend should definetly just keep kissing me." She said as she pushed you down gently and kissed you again. You smiled against her gleefully.

"Your girlfriend would love to."

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Hey, how's your day going? I hope good? Look I'm constantly thinking about water and Tom, like how beautiful is he in water, all wet and well... hot!? Could you please write something about Tom x reader in water? Like bathtub, pool, lake whatever? Tbh I need smut, don't judge me it's been a while 😄 Anyways, could he just fuck me nice and gently and then rough and fast just to be again very gentle at the end or afterwards? Hope you'll feel inspired and do something with it. :)

please this made me so happy wtf

summer nights | t.holland

{tom x fem!reader}

word count: 2,861

warnings: you already know… smut

warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), fingering, alcohol

“Can we stay here forever?”

Tom’s eyes were sparkling and hazy as he admired you, a wan smile stretching minutely across his face. His teeth practically glowed in the moonlight, and for a brief moment your breath hitched as you gazed at him. He was too beautiful for his own good. “I really wish we could.” he hummed a quiet response.

The night was silent apart from the faint ripple of water that lapped around the two of you, soft billows of steam wafting from the surface and fading away into the air. Tom’s arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, his fingers slipping and sliding across your bare skin as he struggled to keep hold in his slightly intoxicated state. In his other hand was a corona, the glass bottle dripping slow, cold raindrops of condensation into the warm pool—he brought the bottle to his lips and skulled the rest of it before clinking it onto the concrete behind him.

You hadn’t expected to enjoy your impromptu vacation as much as you were, because things generally always went wrong whenever the two of you tried to be spontaneous, but so far things had gone swimmingly. The condo he’d rented was just as private and secluded as it had advertised, no work emergencies had interrupted the sudden holiday on either of your behalves, and even the weather had been cooperatively perfect. Hot, sunny day after day, followed by warm, clear, moonlit nights—you felt as if you could see every star in the sky from here.

None of them compared to the stars in Tom’s eyes, though. Here, in this impeccably warm and deep pool, it was just the two of you; no friends or family, no work or other obligations, no fans… just two lovers wrapped up in the serenity of total, blissful privacy. You hadn’t been able to keep your hands off of each other.

Only on that first day had you ventured to the beach, but the excursion had been short lived to say the least. One look at you in your bikini, your skin positively radiant under the summer sun, and he’d been sweating. Your smile had been absolutely dazzling as you laughed and played around gleefully, splashing in the churning waves that crashed ashore, and he could barely hold himself back from taking you right then and there—innocent bystanders be damned.

Since then you’d spent the majority of your time in bed. Or, alternatively, on the balcony, the plush sofas of the patio, the hard concrete that surrounded the pool, the granite countertops of the kitchen, the shower, and that glorious hot tub. Oh, the hot tub had been your favorite by far—steaming hot water only contested only by steamier kisses across your skin, Tom’s scorching breath and searing words moaning down your ear…

It had turned into a bit of an unspoken mission to have each other in every place that allowed. All that remained was the furniture of the living room, the small dining table, and the pool. The pool which you were submerged in now, your legs wrapped around Tom and his hand gripping your waist tightly, fingers occasionally brushing over the waistband of your swimsuit bottoms. As your thoughts drifted further south, your legs tightened around him.

Tom was leaning his head back against the ledge of the pool, his eyes closed and his breathing slow as he relaxed into the warm water. The relaxation didn’t last for long, though, as you leaned forward and trailed a slow line of kisses down his throat. His breathing sharpened, and you whispered, “Tommy, we haven’t tried the pool yet.”

He blinked down at you, his warm brown eyes taking a moment to focus on your face that was just barely illuminated from the pool lights and the soft beams of the moon. “Oh, really?” he murmured, and his irises darkened at the way you sucked at the skin of his neck teasingly slow, “I think we’ll have to change that.”

It didn’t take long for him to take control. He never did like to let you call the shots, and you weren’t opposed to submitting to his whims; he knew how to please you better than anyone ever had before, sometimes even better than you knew how to treat yourself. Each desire that coursed within him was the same ache that throbbed within your pulse points, the same pang that always sparked to life in your core each time he touched you. You longed for him, all of him, always.

Sliding you further around his waist, Tom turned until he’d backed you into the wall of the pool and his steadily growing length was rutting lazily into your center. Your mind was spinning with the dull stimulation, and you hissed as the rough, painted concrete irritated the old scrapes on your back from when the two of you had checked off the concrete patio on your list. That had been a fun time—rough and messy, just how you liked it, but you’d sorely regretted it the moment a hot shower had seared the little abrasions on your skin.

“I love this bikini on you,” Tom whispered, trailing one finger along the damp shell of fabric that covered your breast, “but I think I like it better off.” You barely noticed the deft way the fingers of his other hand were steadily working to untie your top, until the scrap slipped away from your skin and you were exposed fully to the cold air. “Definitely better off.”

Your nipples hardened into stiff peaks instantaneously, the slightly cooler night air chilling you and erupting goosebumps along your flesh. It was nothing compared to the shivers that wracked your body as Tom’s lips finally found one of your pebbled buds, sucking languidly and swirling his tongue around it with a quiet groan. Your hands clung to his back and you threw your head back with a moan, already succumbing to the persistent throbbing between your legs with the first touch. He brought something out of you, a secret insatiable side of you that always wanted more. And now? As he reached a slightly pruned hand up to slick his wet, stretched curls from his face to get a better look at you? You were ravenous.

He looked like a god. His skin was bronzed to perfection, only amplifying the desirous way he glistened under the moon and stars, and you wished this moment could last forever. You wanted to take it all in, commit it all perfectly to memory, and never let it go. The way his arms rippled with strength as he held you tighter, the taught stretch of skin over his abdomen that tightened the more aroused he became, and the plump swell of his lips that deepened with each kiss he placed on your body. All of it was artwork in your eyes.

“Tom,” you breathed, arching your back as he continued to focus all his attention to the deep bruise he was creating with his lips just beneath your breast, “I need you, now.”

His tongue soothed over the mark he’d left, and he admired it briefly before turning his gaze onto your face. “You’re insatiable, darling.” he cooed, and you were done for. Tom’s eyes were all pupil with almost no discernable ring of honey brown left to be seen, and his lips were parted to make way for the sinful swipe of his tongue. He knew exactly what he did to you, the way he turned you into a total fiend for him, and fuck if he wasn’t much the same for you.

You’d always known you’d had a high sex drive, but he took you to another level. No time, no place, nothing at all was off limits for the two of you. Plans got cancelled, events skipped, and hidden corners and locked rooms were abused when it came to your needs. “You make me this way.” you retorted, and he grinned.

Lips met in a flurry, sloppy and wet with muffled groans as your teeth clashed roughly. The rapacious pace of your kisses contrasted with the slow, careful precision of Tom’s hands. One large, smooth palm groped at your ass with a skill that had you trembling, while the other leisurely traced a path down your body to your most desiring destination. Fingers ghosted along the swell of your breast, feathered down the length of your stomach, before tugging at the waistband of your bottoms.

Not wanting to lose his embrace, you blustered, “Just untie them, please.”

String bikinis were a godsend. He made quick pace of the knots you’d tied that morning, hissing curses to himself as he fumbled the strings and struggled slightly to undo them, “Shit, darling, did you double knot them?” With a growl of annoyance, he pulled hard until the thin bands finally snapped apart, “Fucking hell.”

In an instant his fingers were dipping into you, stretching you open with a desperate fervency. It stung a little, a dull ache permeating the pleasure, but that was to be expected. Not only were you sore from the gluttonous appetite the pair of you had had over the past week, but you were in water—it always made things a little more difficult. No matter how wet you were, water always made it feel just a little like rubber on rubber; sticking and straining, pulling a little uncomfortably with the resistance.

His thumb rubbing circles into your clit helped, though. He scissored and curled his fingers within your walls repeatedly, chasing after the little noises that escaped your lips when he moved just right. Before long, with the combination of his friction on your nub and his deep plunge through your entrance, your grip around him was tightening. The coil in your belly was white hot, heating up and just aching to explode.

“Gonna cum?” he murmured, his eyes flickering up to yours as you wrapped your body tighter around his. His fingers were fighting against the tight grip of your cunt, and you nodded with an airy gasp, “Come on, then. Cum on my fingers, (Y/N).”

As your name slipped from his mouth, you cried out. The coil in your belly snapped, your legs spasming at the sudden rush of pleasure that coursed through your veins. Your eyes squeezed shut and you clenched around him, moaning at the way he continued to flex his digits through the steady pulse of your walls. His thumb was still circling your bundle, albeit more jerkily, and you were panting as you tried to come down from the high that seemed to never end.

After a few seconds you gripped his wrist, pleading, “S-stop, too much.”

You breathed a sigh of relief when he stopped his assault, his fingers pulling out of you slowly and his mouth sucking at your neck. You could feel his erection digging into you, his hips subconsciously rutting into you, and he asked quietly, “Do you want to keep going?”

Nodding, you wound your fingers into the sopping curls at the base of his skull and cautioned, “Yeah, just be gentle, please.”

Tom hummed under his breath, nibbling at the sensitive skin behind your ear as he rocked his hips into you with more intention. You were dragging your hands over his skin slowly, digging your nails into all the places you knew riled him up the most, and your legs were still trembling slightly when he reached one arm down to fumble with his shorts. The garment floated away as he peeled it fully from his legs with the help of his feet.

Lining himself up, he peered up at you with quirked brows, “Ready?”

You pulled his face down to yours, nodding silently before you kissed him. This time it was tender and slow, your puffy lips molding together delicately in a lazy pace. He poked his tip through your entrance slowly, and you hissed at the initial intrusion. The water made it uncomfortable, making it feel as though he were actually going in dry, but the further he pushed the better it felt.

He rocked into you slowly, his nails digging into the skin of your bum as he restrained himself from taking you in one hard thrust like he always did. Slow and steady wasn’t exactly Tom’s preferred style. You were grateful, though, that he took care to move with caution and gave you time to adjust. His face was buried into your neck, his lips pressing a flurry of barely there kisses to your skin, and you shivered at the rapid puffs of his labored breathing on your body.

Tapping his shoulder to give him the okay to move, you whined at the first draw back. He pulled his hips back slowly, the length of his shaft dragging against your walls gratingly, and you whimpered when he pushed forward again just as deliberately. The normal slip of your arousal wasn’t there like it normally was, but when his tip plunged to that deep point that always made your body spark, you moaned.

Tom took your sounds for what they were and built up a steady pace, languidly fucking into you with choked grunts of restraint. The water was rippling around you, slapping gentle waves over the two of you with each motion, and you arched into him needily. “Tom, faster.” you begged, and he obliged.

His next thrust was harsher, his hips snapping into yours earning a high mewl from you. “Fucking love the sounds you make,” he growled, repeating the motion and groaning against your skin. His thrusts deepened with every push and pull, and before long your back was gritting into the concrete and you were crying out loud sounds mixed with pain and pleasure.

You loved this rough, aggressive side of him. The ache in your gut that always followed served as a loving reminder of the way he made you feel. The arcs of pleasure that radiated through your body each time he bruised into your spot, the slight sting of his nails and teeth biting into your skin, the deep bruises from his lips that lingered for weeks; you loved all of it. Your scraped up back was crying for mercy, though, but you ignored it.

Reaching a hand down, you toyed with your clit messily and relished in the guttural moan that tore up his throat. His eyes were trained on the space between you where he continued to disappear into your core, and watching you touch yourself always pushed him over the edge. “Shit,” he choked, “darling, ‘m not gonna last with you doing that.”

Kissing his shoulder, you whimpered, “I know, I want you to cum, Tommy.”

Your toes were curling as you circled your nub faster in time with his thrusts, and you clenched your eyes shut as you began to suck and bite at his skin. Tom was a moaning mess, his hips faltering slightly as you bit into him particularly hard, but he pushed on like his life depended on it. Your back was searing with pain from the way he rammed you into the pool wall over and over, your eyes rolling back at his brutal pace.

You were close, and as if he could sense it, Tom squeezed your ass and rutted into you harder than ever. “So close,” he whimpered, and you rubbed your clit with more conviction, “I wanna feel you cum f’me.”

With one last drawn out cry, your fingers stilled over your throbbing bundle and you shattered around him. All you could focus on was the sound of his ragged breathing and desperate pleas that barely rose above the crash of the water, your mind going blank in ecstasy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—“ Tom gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes shut, his hips stilling against yours as he pulsed within you.

His length throbbed against your walls, the hot spurts of his cum stinging slightly as you continued to clench around him. Your head lolled against his shoulder as you panted, the heavy rise and fall of your chest matching the heave of his. Tom pulled out of you with a hiss, and you whined into his ear as he shuddered, “Shit, that’s cold.”

“Don’t look down,” he stammered, and you giggled, “I’ve never shrank so fast in my life, and… fuck, where are my shorts?”

You squeezed him tighter as you laughed, your fingers carding sleepily into his slowly air drying curls. “Tommy, you really think I care? Just take me inside, please, let’s go to bed.” You chortled, and he sighed a shaky laugh of his own.

He raked a hand through his hair and pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek, slowly easing you off of him as you shuddered. The water really was getting cold; a glance around showed that the steam was no longer billowing into the air. The heater must have turned off. When he craned his head to look for his shorts, you risked a peek and sputtered, “Wow, you weren’t kidding—“

“Hey! I told you not to look!”

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rhysands-whore · 2 years

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Plenty of Time

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a rowaelin oneshot

~ 1.6k words

Hi! This is my first fic, so don't be mean or I will probably cry.

creds to my bestie @morganofthewildfire for encouraging me to write and post this... and for making the header 🤪

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Aelin took another step through the forest, trying her best to avoid tripping over a stray branch and landing flat on her face. She wasn’t too worried though, because she had a feeling if she fell, Rowan would reach over to catch her. She glanced over at him with this thought; the sunlight was making its way through the trees to dance across his handsome face, making his green eyes almost glow as they shifted between her face and the path in front of them.

This was Aelin’s third date with Rowan. He had spotted her one night at a club in Orynth and after a few drinks, many conversations, and a lot of dancing, they had both decided they needed to see each other again. Since then, they had been on two dates: roller skating and then dinner and a movie. Both had been things Aelin had done before, but it was different when she was with Rowan. He made everything so much more exciting, so much more enjoyable, and he wasn’t bad to look at either. Of course, she hasn’t seen much more than his beautiful face, but she had a good imagination.

They followed the dirt path between the trees around a corner and found an adorable little dock overlooking a lake, the oncoming sunset leaving beautiful colors across the water and the sky.

“Should we go check it out?” Rowan’s eyes met hers.

“Yeah, it looks so beautiful out there.” Aelin sighed at the sight of the lake, of the sky, of the man standing next to her, holding her hand. She could barely believe all of this was real.

It must be, because she felt Rowan’s hand intertwine with hers, tugging her sweetly down the walkway of the dock. Finally reaching the platform, they sat on the long wooden bench lining the railing of the dock. Aelin moved to sit with her legs crossed, facing sideways toward Rowan. She watched him intently as he did the same.

“Look,” Rowan pointed to the markings in the wood on the railing.

“It looks like people’s initials,” Aelin smiled. “That’s so cute.”

“We should put ours.”

Aelin froze for a fraction of a second. “Ours?”

“Yeah.” Rowan reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys.

“Ok.” Aelin watched as Rowan began etching an “R” in the wood. She carefully reached over and began to trace small circles on his knee.

After a fair amount of struggle, there was a squiggly looking “R + A” written in the wood. Rowan pocketed his keys and looked back up at her.

“Now we have it marked where we had our first kiss.”

Aelin might have stopped breathing as a shy smile crept across Rowan’s face. They hadn’t had their first kiss yet. Was Rowan going to kiss her? She had been thinking about it since that night at the club, but she couldn’t tell if the thought had crossed Rowan’s mind. Apparently, it had.

He must have noticed her hesitation. “That is, only if it’s what you want.” Of course that’s what she wants! But she didn’t get the chance to say so before Rowan moved to lay on his back across the wooden bench. He gently settled his head in her lap, over her crossed legs, and closed his eyes.

She was panicking. Aelin was panicking. But Rowan laid there silently, letting her decide, allowing her to work up the courage to do what she did next.

Slowly, Aelin moved her hand, using one finger to gently trace the lines of Rowan’s face; across his forehead, down his nose, the faintest touch all over until she reached the very bottom of his face, where she brought both hands to rest under his chin. Rowan had kept his eyes closed, but she could see the way it affected him, eyelashes fluttering, goosebumps settling on his toned and golden arms. She leaned down to lightly brush her nose against his. Rowan’s lips parted slightly, and she could hear his breathing get a little heavier. He was nervous? Her heart was beating so loud, she couldn’t even hear the small noises of the forest she was hearing only minutes before.

Aelin moved slightly so that her mouth was hovering just over Rowan’s. Feeling his warm breath on her lips, she moved to slowly trace her thumb over his bottom lip. This must have triggered something in him, because he reached up to brush their lips together just barely, asking her. She answered by lowering her lips to his, kissing him back in the softest, sweetest kiss.

Aelin couldn’t believe what was happening. She had spent the last few weeks picturing the perfect moment for this kiss, and somehow this reality was even better than she had imagined. It gave her the confidence to take his lower lip between her teeth and tug it lightly.

Rowan broke the contact, and she felt cold for a moment, before he moved back to sit next to her, legs facing forward, but chest turned to lean in and kiss her once more. She welcomed this next kiss, a little more intense, more desperate, than the last one. She felt his hands on her knees, slightly gripping her legs like she would be carried away by the wind off the lake if he didn’t hold on to her.

Aelin needed more of him. She was hesitant at first, scared, but now that she had tasted him, she needed more. She rested her hands on his shoulders and carefully moved to sit on his lap, never breaking their kiss. Rowan must have liked this new position, because he began kissing her even more desperately than before. His hands were on her waist, fingers slightly digging into her hips. She removed her hands from Rowan’s shoulders to set them over his hands at her waist, slowly moving them, inch by inch, to cover her ass. The second she removed her hands and they found Rowan’s shoulders once more, he squeezed her ass lightly, coaxing a quiet, whimpering moan from her lips, muffled slightly by his lips still on hers.

Aelin had never felt anything like this, this thing she was feeling with Rowan. She had been on dates, and even kissed a few people, but never anything more than that, and never anything that felt like it did right now.

She moved her hands to the base of Rowan’s neck, tangling her fingers in his hair and giving it a slight tug. Rowan groaned, vibrating her lips, and she couldn’t help but smile into their kiss, loving the confirmation that he was enjoying this just as much as she was.

As if to show her just how much he was enjoying it, Rowan used the hands pressed against her ass to pull her closer to him, settling her where she could feel his arousal against the crotch of her thin leggings. Only giving her a moment to adjust to this realization, Rowan used the hands still on her ass to move her hips in small, circular motions. They moaned in unison at the friction it caused, and Aelin’s core began to ache, begging for more of him.

Just as she began to move her hands under the hem of his shirt, feeling the smooth, toned skin he hid under it, she heard voices. Rowan must have heard them at exactly the same time, because he broke their contact.

“Someone’s coming,” he looked at her, face flushed, lips puffy, and hair a little out of place. Somehow, he was even more handsome this way, and the thought of stopping this now killed her.

“Did you want to just go back to your car?” she suggested, peering up at him from under her lashes. She was afraid to sound too desperate, but the ever-present heat between her legs pushed her to ask.

“So quickly? No,” that one word almost broke her before he reached his hand to gently lift her chin. “I want to take my time with you. To learn every way I can draw those noises from you again.” Aelin felt the heat on her cheeks and knew it was obvious how much she liked the sound of that. “Plus, the first time should be more special than the backseat of my car.”

If anyone else had said it, she would have been offended. “How did you know it would be my first time?”

“I didn’t,” he glanced around before meeting her eyes once more, “but it would have been our first time.” Aelin found herself grinning like an idiot, but Rowan didn’t seem to mind, the same stupid grin formed on his face too.

Seeing the people they both heard earlier make their way down the walkway of the dock, Aelin removed herself from Rowan’s lap so that he could stand and she linked her arm in his. They tried their best to walk past the group of strangers casually, but they both had swollen lips and disheveled hair. Not to mention that Rowan was trying his best at nonchalance holding the jacket he brought to cover his front.

The strangers gave no indication they noticed anything out of the norm as they passed, they only nodded their heads in greeting, but once their faces were out of view the whispers started. Aelin couldn’t help but giggle when she turned to see Rowan’s blush at the whispers traveling down the walkway. Could someone who looked that good really be embarrassed?

How could someone who looked that good want her just as badly as she wanted him? It was a mystery, but he planned to take his time with her, so she supposed she had plenty of time to try and figure it out. Although she had to admit, with Rowan, she could think of dozens of other ways that time would be better spent.

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timextoxhajima · 3 years

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Nevertheless: Wishful Thinking [3]

[completed] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

synopsis: why would the college flirt want anything to do with the innocent heartbreaker? a [somewhat] nevertheless au featuring tbz's eric son young jae

genre [per chapter]: suggestive material, smut *this series is a smut series so* please don't read if you're uncomfy. if you're underaged and you still wanna read, i'm not stopping you. i don't care because that's your responsibility to know what's fiction and what's not.

word count: i genuinely don't fucking know i think it's at least 4k WHY THE FUCK IS IT GETTING LONG ERJSJSJSJDNAKD

taglist: @from-xero @taeyongandfree @ten-gift @louvyves @sweetutopia @yyyereum @jung-breadshop @sunwoowuvbot @mashedpotittiess

protip: links of BGM are linked~

{this is a work of fiction}

eric swipes his thumb across his bottom lip and drags his index finger over the tip of his nose, tongue still sucking on his teeth as if it hadn't already been a day.

he was sitting on the other side of the tutorial room and you just so happened sat in a spot where he was the first person in your view when you looked up.

stupid hexagonal tables.

the moisture in your mouth suddenly evaporates, leaving your tongue dry like sandpaper against the roof of your mouth.

the lustful blanket over his eyes threaten to rip your mentality apart, and even without him touching you, the heat in your abdomen starts to clench and throb.

the thought crosses your mind, just so you can convince yourself: if eric can associate himself with sex within your primal instincts then the brain that got you here can associate him with a big, fucking, red flag.

you suck in a deep breath and hold it for awhile, eyes plastered to the ipad under your palms. crossing your legs tightly, your jeans hug your hips and waist all too perfectly.

yujeong had smacked one of her baseball friends earlier that day for staring at your legs.

after the likes of wooseok's party and the incident yesterday, you made it an effort not to show up in dresses or skirts anymore. call it ptsd, call it trauma, call it not wanting to get into trouble.

whatever it was, you didn't want eric anywhere near you.

well, despite how good he mad-

"can you stop eye-fucking him from across the room?" yujeong harshly whispers at you, glaring at you from the corner of her eyes.

"what?" throwing your tied-up hair to your other shoulder, you tilt your face to her.

"what do you mean 'what'?" yujeong hisses, nodding to the boy across the room. "y'all are fucking in your heads!"

"yes, broadcast it to the entire class, would you, please?" the sarcasm drips off your tongue with a frown.

"I'm just saying if you want him so bad then just go get a room. fucks' sake, go find a practice room or something."

"i think I'll go with 'or something'."

and in that second, your iPad lights up with a notification from the school email account.

yujeong parts her lips with a retort, but you quickly shush her by pressing a finger to your lips when the professor seemed to glance over at the two of you.

she inhales a deep breath, spotting the notification pop up on her laptop screen too.

to: all students

from: the college union

title: dance union winter getaway

dear students,

every year, more than 200 students apply for the dance union but only 20 are accepted. thus, it is of high regard that the members of the dance union utilise the annual winter getaway to bond.

this year's event will be held at lake white. all students in the dance union with leadership positions are expected to be present and those with valid reasons of absence are required to fill up the form attached to this email.

if you're interested in joining the dance union, please apply in the first week of the new academic year. applications open first week of the semester.

regards,

the student union

staring wide-eyed at the email with your apple pencil trembling in your fingers, you gulp.

fuck.

yujeong's lowly snicker sounds from next to you, and you look to her, only to watch a bright smile stretch across her face.

"what?" she snorts, tears in her eyes. "don't look at me. look at your captain."

your neck snaps to the boy across the room, who's got his phone lifted with the screen displaying the email page. he waves it around a little, raising a brow with a menacing shimmer flashing across his eyes.

your blood begins to boil without reason.

why were you suddenly stuck to him? it's like the planets and stars aligned just so he glue himself to you; so he could ruin your title and rip you apart, inch by inch.

your fists clench around the apple pencil, and you're only snapped out of your inner rage when the professor calls on you.

yujeong leans into the lockers with her books against her chest, mindlessly scrolling through her phone as you go on incessantly about the student union's decision to make it mandatory.

you swing the locker door so hard that it bounces off its limit and nearly comes back down onto your hands, but you stop it before it does.

"how does the fucking winter getaway improve our bonds?" you hurl a textbook into the locker. "it's not like we're gonna sit in a circle and sing hallelujah, right?"

"you went for that getaway last year-"

"yeah, and we did nothing besides getting shitfaced! fuck this stupid winter getaway."

"sis, say that any louder and your 'innocent heartbreaker' image is gonna change into something more like 'brutal heartbreaker'."

"don't fucking call me that," you hurl another book into your locker. "and why does everybody talk like that nowadays? 'say that any louder'? where was that from? a movie? a tiktok?"

"why are you so on edge?" yujeong pushes herself off the metal doors and frowns. "you've been on edge ever since wooseok's party."

"i am always on edge."

"what?" yujeong pulls her lips up into a slight wince as her eyes half into squints. "bullshit. what happened to your little 'innocent heartbr-"

"don't," you lift a finger, shutting your eyes and stopping her. "say another word."

yujeong raises both her brows, smirk plastered to her face as she readjusts her bag. "don't worry."

you look up at her, placing the last item in your locker.

"i don't have to."

"what?"

"so," then that godforsaken voice rings from behind you, and all your physical senses start to shut down one by one.

yujeong sees right past it, smirk turning into something less devious as she puffs her cheeks.

"about the winter getaway."

"i'll leave the two of you at it."

"what? no-"

"bye!"

"yujeong-"

she turns and strides off, short hair lathered around her neck. she waves with a bright grin, leaving you to back face the vicious heartbreaker.

you remain rooted to the ground, locker door wide open and bag slung around your right shoulder. eric waits until yujeong disappears down the hall, leaving a few other students within the vicinity to turn and stare at the two infamous dance captains.

eric walks to your side, reaching out and resting his palm on the outer edge of your locker.

"we're in open space," he smiles, gradually pushing the locker door inwards and closing it for you. then he rests his palm against the metal door, sandwiching you again. "there's not much i can do to you."

a few students turn to stare.

"unless you want me to."

"stop it."

"stop what?" he smirks and buckles his arms, forcing you to lay your back flat against the metal surface. "I'm not doing anything."

"then what are you doing now?" you frown and look up at him, knuckles whitening around your bag straps.

"having a conversation."

someone fishes a phone out, and the flashlight flickers.

eric whirls around, keeping his arm anchored to the locker.

"stand down, kid."

"sorry," he fumbles with the phone, and now you'll never know if he actually took a picture.

"anyway-"

"look, i don't know what kind of game you're playing but this isn't healthy for us if we are supposed to work together. especially with the winter getaway coming up."

eric licks his lips and lowers his head, smiling at the sudden cast of professionalism.

"it flatters me that you don't care too much about having fucked outside of wooseok's garage-"

"eric-"

"nor getting fucked out in the practice room-"

"eric-"

"or even the fact that you tied up your hair today-"

"i tie up my hair whenever i fucking want to."

"ooh," eric winces at the snap, his pearly whites glimmering under the lighting. "the 'innocent heartbreaker' is angry!"

"will you shut the fuck up?"

"aw," he coos, leaning into you and breathing down your philtrum. "make me."

your fists finally clench, jaws locked and temples tightened.

"I'll rip off your dick if you touch me again. now, back off."

you press your palms flat into his chest and shove him away, breaking him into light chuckles as he stumbles back.

you pull your bag back onto your shoulder, turning sharply and stomping off.

"hey! we still need to meet up to discuss the plans for lake white!"

the scent of half-painted canvases with acrylic paint washes through your nose when you enter your room.

it's definitely bigger than what a normal room should look like, but it's not your fault that both your parents work under Lee Enterprises, the country's telemarketing company.

the studio corner of your room is in a mess, and you're just halfway done painting the edges of your mirror.

which for specific reasons, you can't really look at it anymore.

the peculiar object you chose to decorate the glass surface hang idly on the corner of the frame, reflecting the afternoon sun spilling into the room.

eric son: so when do we discuss the plans for lake white?

eric son: i don't like to procrastinate

"'discuss the plans for lake white'," mumbling under your breath, you dump your bag into the corner of your room, huffing and resting your hands on your hips. "he's the damn captain, isn't he? he can do it on his own."

notification: acrylic paint to be delivered today

your phone automatically links up with the bluetooth speaker in the room, and you mindlessly tap on the shuffle button before pulling off your shoes.

eric son: okay so I'm thinking groups of four

you pull off your jacket and let the ends of your ponytail brush across your back where the camisole doesn't cover, cool air rushing across the hairs on your skin.

eric son: we can play truth or dare

the bass rumbles through the flooring as you pull off your jeans, throwing on one of those open-holed shorts that no one was ever going to see you in - not even yujeong.

the doorbell rings, yanking you out of your mental rage session over eric son.

acrylic paint.

picking up a cardigan and tying it around your waist, you jog down the stairs and pull open the door without hesitation.

She's just that type of girl

"what. in the world. are you doing here?"

eric tilts his head to the side, his eyes running the length of your body - all the way down to your feet and back up.

"you weren't replying my texts so i thought-" then he raises both hands from his sides, taking a step back and gesturing to your front porch like he owned it. "what better way to have your presence than to go to you?"

"how do you know where i live?" a frown befalls your brows, and your grip tightens on the door handle.

"it's in the school records for student leaders," he offers you a smug shrug, taking a step back to where he was previously standing.

your lips part in an attempt to challenge his explanation, but then he waves it off with a cheeky snicker. "I'm joking. yujeong told me."

"now, why the fuck would she give you my address?"

"hey, captain to captain! plus she knows i won't hurt you."

a scoff runs off your tongue. "you want me to believe that you won't hurt me?"

eric's tongue darts across his lips as he leans on the door frame. "not in your house. oh, i wouldn't dare, princess."

with a huff, you blink away the eye contact first, taking a step back and tugging on the door. "don't fucking call me that."

but his hand flies out and thuds against the wood, keeping the door open. he slowly steps forward, letting himself in.

"then what should i call you?"

"names exist," you step back and grip onto the empty arms of your cardigan around your waist. he closes the door, pulling the chain to lock it.

"then do you prefer y/n or 'innocent heartbreaker'?"

you squint at him, cocking your face at an angle as you back up again.

the answer settles in your head, but you can't say it out loud.

because he's already debunked it.

She's just that type of girl

"fun playlist," eric nods up the stairs, arm stretching out to you and snaking around your waist.

"don't fucking touch me-"

then his other hand circles you as well, his arms around you as he holds you to him, lowering his face into yours. an arching back tries to keep his face off yours, but any more and your spine would've snapped into two.

his nose presses into your cheek as he slots his lips between yours, and the world goes into a muffled silence for a few seconds.

or maybe that was just your playlist moving on.

your nails dig the inside of your clenched palm, fists against his chest as he pulls you up to deepen the kiss, lips moving with yours in some intricate dance of dominance.

on beat with the distant bass coming from your room.

he lets out the first groan, his hands gradually sliding down your back and groping the flesh of your rear that's poking out from under your shorts.

the harsh grip squeezes a whimper out from you, your entire body cringing forward into him and closing the gap between you. with one palm still holding onto your ass, the other comes back up in between your shoulder blades, keeping your chest plastered to his.

eric turns you around, holding you against the wall that leads up to the stairs. your back is flat against the surface, hair stuck to the felt of the wall with your thigh being pulled up over his pelvis.

We should just calm down and fuck some time

then he pulls away and huffs, lips hung wide open and his eyes completely lost in yours. in a low growl, subtly shakes his head as if to disapprove your disobedience against the song lyrics.

"oh, we fucking should."

eric doesn't bother waiting for a response before dipping his nose into your jaw, lips latching onto the tender skin of your neck.

"you coming here-" a jolt of bliss rushes through you when he finds a tender spot, his arms tightening around your waist to keep you close and against the wall. "-was not an invitation-"

the cologne on his clothes starts to intoxicate you like alcohol does to any normal person, the scent of his hair and his clothes wafting and shuffling all around you.

"but you don't hate me being here, do you, princess?" he mumbles into your skin, nipping at the spot behind your lobe. your eyes flutter shut, fists clenching against his shoulder blades.

"come on," he whispers. "we've done it outside and in a practice room, surely you must feel more comfortable in your own bed?"

your eyes widen upon the suggestion, the thought of that cursed object hanging over the corner of your mirror in the room suddenly pulling your soul back into your body.

"no, we can't."

eric pulls away from you, lips reddened from the nipping. they are apart, and his breathing slows as he studies your face.

the panic in your eyes is far too grave for him to miss.

"why not?"

gulp.

"you don't happen to-"

"it's not a vibrator."

eric raises his brows, caging you between his arms as he corners you further, chest on yours and his lips right above your lashes.

"perhaps a-"

"it's not a dildo either."

he pouts in slight disappointment when he can hear the stark honesty in your voice.

his chest rises and lowers under his shirt, listening to your breathing that hitches in your throat every now and then; observing your discipline to keep your eyes away from him.

"you're not gonna tell me what it is?"

glaring at him through the corner of your eye, you shake your head with a resounding 'no'.

he pauses.

then he leans into your ear.

"you being scared is just making me a little more curious, princess."

"curiosity kills the cat."

eric pulls away and slides his arms off the wall. "cats have 9 lives."

the number of sirens that go off in your head spikes, and before you can process his words, he grabs your arm and pulls you onto his shoulder.

"oh my god!" his arm wraps around your lower back, knees against his chest and the world from your eyes upside down as he hoists you up the stairs. "put me down, jesus christ!"

"the more you yell, the more you're gonna regret it, princess," he warns while chuckling to himself. "what could it be, if it's not a dildo or a vibrator?"

then the warmth of his palm reaches up to your shorts, and his fingers dig under the cloth of your underwear.

"fuck, eric-"

all too easily, he pushes a finger into you, your entire body cringing from the sudden intrusion. your eyes blur out just as he makes it to the second floor, and he doesn't need to ask which door he should be heading to.

not when your door has a framed portrait of yourself from last year's concert.

the door creaks open when he pushes the two of you into your room, greeting the sunlight drawn across the floor and his finger still buried inside you.

you heave a sigh when he pulls his finger out and shoves it into his mouth, leaning over your bed to rest you into the cushion.

automatically, his eyes are on high alert, scanning your room. but by the time you've regained your senses and the blood's returned to the rest of your body from your head, he finds it.

resting on the back of your forearms, your breath turns shakey and your eyes twitching from the sight of it dangling off his fingers.

eric turns to look at the mirror, turning the item in his fingers to match the painting of it on the edges.

"so," he returns to you, raising a cocky brow and smirking. "you get high off painting handcuffs on your mirror?"

you tightly shut your eyes as the frown cements into your forehead.

"fuck."

eric scoffs, tongue dragging across his upper lip as he walks towards you and lifts a knee to your bed, the other following.

"this really makes me question how you even got your reputation," eric jingles it from his fingers, his free hand reaching down to draw circles on your right ankle.

"it's just acrylic paint. i paint something new every month-"

"and so your choice for november was... handcuffs?" he wraps his hot fingers around your ankle and yanks you downwards, your crotch nearly meeting his knees.

"it's not my fault you decided to play this game the month i decided to get something remotely inappropriate."

"'remotely inappropriate'," eric repeats, smiling as he lowers himself. the handcuff still within his right hand, his left draws trails up your right leg, playing with the rim of your shorts where they were already riled up enough to expose a bit of your underwear. "so, tell me princess. why did you choose this-"

he holds it up and jingles it over your nose. "to paint?"

"surely it's not because it's pretty."

"or maybe you think it'll look pretty around your wrists?"

eric reaches for your hands and you struggle upon instinct, he pins your dominant hand down first and clips the first cuff around your wrist.

"eric-"

he finds your free hand and connects both your wrists, clipping the other cuff despite your struggling.

eric sucks a deep breath, then parts his lips to exhale. pushing himself off you, he pulls your shorts off first, eyes trailing across every inch of your body with your wrists cuffed together.

the thoughts wash through you involuntarily.

the wooden planks. the dress. the torn underwear.

the mirror. the fogging. the skirt.

the tears collect in the corners of your eyes even before he can completely get it off your ankles.

then he pulls your legs apart for him to lock them in place with his own thighs, crouching over your body like a lion devouring his prey.

he pushes your arms up and above your head, making it difficult for you to bring them back down with your wrists bound together.

his breath is hot on your chest where he first dips his nose into, tongue swiping across the skin of your heaving ribs. hands coming up your waist and pushing them up your torso, it exposes your ribcage and bra.

inch by inch, he breaths down the length of your torso, from your chest and over to your stomach with your camisole rolled up messily over your bra.

upon reaching the rim of your underwear (and heaving stomach as you pant and huff in a bid to calm your nerves), he stops and looks up at you.

"thank god you rejected wooseok."

then both his hands come down to your chest to rip apart your camisole, pulling it out from under you before he unbuckles your bra.

you swallow the first whimper already on the tip of your tongue, but your stomach plunges and your back arches violently when he takes the tip of your breast between his lips.

left hand coming round to grip your other, his right travels down to play with your sensitivity, forcing your body into subtle jolts with the overwhelming sensation.

he tugs on your tip, grazing it between his teeth before releasing it and latching his lips onto the tender flesh in a bid to make his mark.

your brows finally furrow into a frown of bliss, jaw hung agape though struggling to contain the lewd noises prancing about in the back of your throat.

he rolls the other tip between his index finger and thumb, sucking and kissing the reddening flesh of your chest.

and down below, he's pushed your underwear aside, thumb abusing your sensitivity and buckling your hips upwards.

he provides you one sharp bite on your tip, earning a strained hiss from between your teeth. it feeds his pride, for he removes himself off you completely and stares down at you, admiring the painting he's made on your chest.

hickeys.

grip marks.

and the wet patch on your underwear between your legs.

he turns and shifts off the bed, leaving you to catch your breath and cross your legs over one another.

the clacking about in your studio corner drives the tears into your eyes, listening to the lid of the box where you keep your paint come off.

you shut your eyes, resigning to fate.

for your body is in burning need and the discipline to go against his word has betrayed you.

you hear his belt come undone, the weight of his clothes hitting the carpeted ground before the mattress around your legs sink again.

"oh... princess~" he sings, coaxing you out of your mental begging that this was just a nightmare.

a corner drags across your stomach, and your eyes fly open to see his fingers wrapped around a bottle of acrylic paint, completely oblivious to him pulling your underwear off your legs.

black.

the only color that was still relatively abundant.

then the sight of his nudity drives you up a wall inside your head; better yet, driving your resignation up against your own skull.

the lines of his pelvic bone leading down to his manhood all for your eyes to feast on, and even if you wanted to look away, you couldn't.

fuck.

"listen to me very carefully, princess..." he shakes the bottle, then proceeds to unscrew the cap. "I'm sure you don't want any of these on your bed, right?"

chills run through your body when he tilts the bottle over, squeezing the paint onto his palms.

"so," he blinks back to you, eyes wide and cautious. "my advice?"

and with that, he carefully caps the bottle, effortlessly tossing it over his shoulder and back into the box.

he presses his palms together, spreading the paint across his skin.

"don't move too much."

with a wide grin, he smudges the paint into your thighs and up your stomach, sliding the paint all the way to your breasts where he offers a harsh grip.

he doesn't give you a chance to respond to that before he slides himself into you, your neediness allowing him entrance far too easily.

by now, your body was somewhat conditioned to recognise his size, but the idea of him buried deep inside you and his groaning coating the room makes you a little more feral; a little more insane.

the whimper that runs off your tongue is mercilessly lapped up by him when he leans over to kiss you, tongue shoved into your mouth in a bid to shut you up.

he rolls his hips back and forth, unwilling to stop and definitely unwilling to give you any kind of mercy when it comes to making you lose your grip on reality.

he pulls away and resumes an upright position, abs flexed and his palms still gripping onto your chest like his life depended on it.

but eric seems to be a little on edge himself, for this was his first time seeing all of you under him, instead of your humility covered by a dress or a skirt and worrying about being caught in school.

no.

now, he can feast his eyes on you like the predator he is.

not only does he decide to leave his own marks, but marks that you gave him access to.

his handprints are black on your skin and the entire bed is jerking along with every thrust he's offering you.

you finally let out a strained cry, tears collecting in your eyes with the bliss rushing through you over and over again like a broken record. eric's breath turns shaky, and his grip on you begins to loosen when his thighs start to convulse.

by some miracle, the last thrust hits your climax and he pulls out almost immediately after to coat the paint on your stomach with himself.

cream on black.

eric huffs arrogantly, taking deep breaths to retain his breathing as he releases you, stepping back to take in the sight of you in your own bed, ruined by him.

"you definitely look pretty in cuffs."

#nevertheless: wishful thinking #eric smut #the boyz smut #tbz smut #eric sohn smut #eric scenarios #eric imagines #the boyz scenarios #the boyz imagines #tbz scenarios #tbz imagines #eric x reader #eric sohn x reader #the boyz x reader #this was too filthy

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whimsicallyreading · 3 years

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Write Me- Part Two

(Part one)

CW- anxiety attacks, depression

Aelin was holding her phone in shaking hands. The lump in her throat wouldn't swallow down, and she was losing circulation in her limbs.

Not that she cared.

Erawan had fired her. Verbally abused her and threw her out into the raging winter storm without the jacket she'd left in the backroom.

Aelin couldn't tell if she was going to cry or key his car. Perhaps something in between. She was having trouble processing her emotions at the moment. The uniform she was wearing barely reached the top of her thighs and left most of her torso exposed to the cold.

How was she going to pay the rent? Aelin wasn't even sure she understood what she'd done wrong. Cairn had become a regular customer, always requesting Aelin as his waitress. Erawan insisted that she indulge his wishes even though he left all of the tips in Grave's jar.

One moment she was writing his over-complicated order on a notepad, the next, a hand was sliding up her skirt.

Aelin reacted without thinking. She used her notepad and slapped him across the face. His hand retracted, but he'd responded violently. Cairn grabbed her hair and walked her backward until Aelin's back hit the wall. A tiny trail of blood slipping down his cheek where the notepad cut him.

Her boss, Grave, none of them moved to help her.

Aelin was prepared to hit him in the balls, gouge his eyes, anything to get away- but finally, a waiter stepped forward and shoved him back.

Rolf wasn't a pleasant guy by any means, but Aelin always found him half decent. Now she seriously owed him one.

Once Cairn was gone, Rolf disappearing with him. That's when Erawan rounded on her. Aelin can still feel the spots where spit had hit her cheek as he screamed in her face. He'd ripped the nametag from her chest, taking some of the lace with it, leaving a spot on her breast more exposed than it was before.

Now here she was. Walking home because it was too early to wait for the bus.

Aelin kept dialing Aedion's number. Over and over. He wasn't picking up. The last conversation they'd had after Yulemas ended in a fight. He must still be angry, but Aelin willed him to answer. She needed him.

"Aedion," Aelin rasped into the glass screen. Tears were starting to trickle from her eyes. "I-I know you don't want to talk to me. I understand. Please answer the phone. It's freezing outside. I'm cold-"

Aelin was rambling, but that painful cramping was in her chest again. The same cramping that proceeded her panic attacks.

Her mind could think of the words, but her mouth wasn't getting them out correctly. Aelin kept muttering about the cold and walking, but she wasn't sure if he could hear her over the wind.

The beep that she'd reached her time limit sounded in her ear, and Aelin dropped to the ground. She sat on the icy sidewalk, the snowy wind whipping her hair around her face. The ends of her fingers were turning blue.

It didn't matter.

Aelin didn't care if she got hypothermia. Didn't care if she froze to that very spot.

Rowan was probably dead at this point.

He'd been gone for over a year. How many missing men actually returned from war? His body was likely trapped in his plane at the bottom of a lake across the world. Or burnt to ash from jet fuel on some forgotten battlefield.

Maybe if she froze, he'd be there to take her to the afterlife. Anything had to be better than this hell she was forced to live without him.

Aedion hated her. He wouldn't even pick up the phone. She hadn't heard from Fenrys in months. Everyone she loved was gone.

Her chest hurt. Aelin clenched her hands in her shirt, trying to relieve some of the pressure.

"Ma'am?" A concerned voice materialized behind her. "Ma'am! Shit." Frantic footsteps sounded behind her, and suddenly a jacket was laid over her shoulders. "You are turning blue. How long have you been out here?" A young kid, probably in his mid-teens, is beside her.

Aelin is having trouble responding. Her breath is coming in deep, unsatisfying gasps.

"My name is Luca. I'm going to take you to my uncle's. He can help you." Luca bends down and wraps an arm around her waist to help her stand. "C'mon, it's not far."

Aelin complies. Her steps are unsteady, but he's big for his age and keeps her balanced.

A shiver wracks her body, and the arm around her squeezes. "It's okay. We are going to get you warm," the boy consols. "What's your name?"

"Aelin," she grits through her trembling jaw and aching chest.

"It's not much further," Luca assures.

He guides her through the snowdrifts, all the way to a familiar-looking diner.

Emrys is sat in a booth towards the back, a book propped on the table. The diner was empty, likely due to the storm. The rush of warmth that enveloped her as they stepped inside was almost painful.

"Emrys," Aelin croaks. She feels stiff, and taking in a full breath was almost harder in the balmy atmosphere.

The old man looks up, and his eyes widen dramatically. "Sweet child," Emrys knocks his book over as he rushes to them. "You are frozen, Elentiya."

Luca looks at the girl under his arm. "You know her?"

"Of course I do. Her mother used to work here. I practically watched you grow up." He says at Aelin, a little sorrow in his voice. She hadn't visited Mistward in a long time. "Come. This is no state for you to stay in."

Emrys takes the sweater he's wearing off, revealing a plaid button-up beneath. "Go take off your wet shirt in the bathroom and put this on. Luca, go start a pot of coffee and dish a bowl of soup, extra oyster crackers."

Aelin follows his direction, hands shaking the entire time. It takes her a minute to wriggle free of the sodden, skin-tight fabric. As her boobs are no longer being crushed to her chest, the release of pressure helps Aelin breathe a little easier.

Emrys' sweater is a deep maroon color. It's painfully soft. Swallowing her hands and falling below the hemline of her miniskirt. The smell of coffee and chocolate clings to it, masking the odor of the bar.

Aelin dumps the remains of the shirt in the trash and steps back into the dining room.

Emrys is waiting for her, a damp towel in hand. She sits down, and he starts dabbing the ruined makeup from her face as if she was a small child again. Aelin feels strangely vulnerable, so she welcomes his attention.

A bowl of chicken soup swimming with crackers is set in front of her, and the steam wafts up and caresses her frozen cheeks. Aelin eagerly consumes the soup, not realizing how hungry she'd been. Eating was something she often forgot her body required. Every bite floods her veins with warmth and soothes the knot in her throat.

"Elentiya, what happened?" Emrys asks her gently as Luca leaves to prep the coffee.

Aelin closes her eyes, trying to figure out how to summarize the day's events. They aren't the words that escape her, though. "Rowan is gone."

Emrys' brows draw together, and a stone-cold look of fury passes over his kind face. "He left you?"

"No," Aelin shakes her head vigorously. Rowan would never do that to her. On purpose, the voice in her head reminds. "Rowan deployed. He got lost, and they can't find him."

"Oh, Elentiya," Emrys says in a painfully sad voice. "Oh no."

"They can't find him," Aelin repeats again, feeling wild as the shattered parts of her heart shift again. "They can't find my husband, Emrys."

Emrys slides out of his spot and into the booth beside her. He tugs her into his chest and lets her cry.

It's the first time someone has held her while she cried since Rowan went missing.

"I'm so sorry, darling girl," Emrys whispers against her hair. "You don't deserve this pain."

Aelin sucks in a harsh breath that comes out in the form of more tears. "I miss him. I don't want to live this life without him."

Emrys stills. Pulling back, he cups her face in one hand. "Don't say that. Never say such things. When you speak those kinds of words into existence, Elentiya, you start to believe them. Rowan wouldn't want you to waste your life because he isn't here."

"We- we were supposed to live it together. Being apart was never part of the plan." Aelin hiccups. They were supposed to have children. Grow old. She'd had failed pregnancies before he'd enlisted, Rowan assured her there would be plenty of time to try again. He'd wanted a family just as badly. Now Aelin didn't even have children to live for- she barely had a life at all.

Emrys looks deeply pained. Sorrow clouding every line of his face. "Sometimes plans don't work out. That doesn't mean you won't have a beautiful life."

A look passes over him, and it's one Aelin would recognize anywhere. She saw it every time she looked in the mirror.

"My Malakai-" Emrys smiles sadly. "Was a captain in the Wendlyn Navy. The sea was his first love before me. One day that love called him home, and I never saw him again."

"Emrys-" Aelin started, but he shushed her and pulled her face back to his shoulder.

"Let me talk for now." Emrys rubbed circles on her shoulder. "I was young when his ship sunk. When I got the news- life felt like it was over. In a way, it still does."

Aelin closes her eyes to listen. This was his storytelling voice. Her mother once told her that something magic happened when he used this tone. To pay attention. Emrys was wise. A steady oak in a forest of swaying trees. He'd always steered the members of her family true.

To know that he understood the kind of pain she was in? Aelin didn't know what to think, but the least she could do was listen.

"Everything that happens now is labeled before and after," Emrys continues. "A pin was put in my life when he died. For a long time, I let that grief consume me."

"How did you let it go?" Aelin whispers.

"I didn't. Without the love of my life, I was content to let the pain consume me. I pushed my family away, grew distant. When even the city I lived in became too much, I sold everything and became a wanderer."

Luca slides in and places two cups of coffee in front of them before scurrying away. He sensed their need for privacy, and Aelin was grateful.

"I've seen the Red Dessert. Climbed the Staghorn's and tracked the Great Wastelands. Met a lot of interesting people too. Talking to people from such different walks of life gave me a lot of perspective into my own hurts." Emerys hands Aelin her cup of coffee. "Drink that. You are still freezing, and I won't have you catch your death."

"What made you come back?"

"Well, I realized that Malakai loved me and that if there was a life beyond, he would be distraught with how I was living."

Aelin flinches. Imagining Rowan was painful enough without thinking he would be mad at her. It was almost enough to gut her. "Angry?"

"No, not angry, Elentiya. Very sad." Emrys sips his own coffee. "He loved me, and because the absence of his love made me sad, I was going to deprive myself of the love of all the others who knew me- knew us. Malakai would be devastated to see me living as a lonely hermit without the support of my family."

"So you came home?" Aelin asks in a small voice.

Emrys nods. "I came home. Opened this restaurant and named it after the ship he died on. So in some small way, we could keep on sailing this life together. Made new friends, like your mother. Watched my sister's children grow," he nods to where Luca is fiddling on his phone in the kitchen. "Once I learned how to see past the pain, I realized there is still a lot of joy still out there."

Emrys' thumb swipes the tears from beneath her eyes. "You've lost a lot of people, girl. I'll miss Rowan a great deal. The two of you were mirrors, and that's a brutal loss to come back from. Just don't make the same mistakes I did. Let your family love you."

Aelin wraps her arms around his neck tightly. "I'll try."

"Trying is enough," Emrys kisses the side of her head.

"Aelin!" Aedion's voice peels through the quiet dining room.

Her cousin's blond hair is slicked back with snow, and his eyes are wild as he spots her. "Thank the gods."

Aedion lifts her into his arms, forcing her legs to wrap around his waist. He crushes her in his chest, and Aelin is shocked to find that he's crying. "Aelin, thank Mala. You are alright."

"Aedion?" How did he find her? Why had he come?

Emrys smirks from the booth. "I may have called him on the landline while you were in the bathroom."

"I'm so happy he did," Aedion pulls his little cousin snuggly against him. "I got your voicemail, but my service isn't working in this fucking blizzard. You sounded horrible, and I had no fucking clue where you were."

"Language," Emrys gives him a pointed look.

"I was so scared, Aelin. It's a miracle I survived on these roads. I was driving like a maniac," Aedion's matching eyes bore into hers. "What happened?"

His concern had Aelin spilling her guts. She was terrible at hiding anything from her cousin. Aedion's rage was palpable, and there was a vein bulging in his neck when she finished.

"I'm suing," Aedion seethed. "I'm fucking suing Erawan and running him from this hellish city. He'll have to sell his left kidney to ever make money in Terresan again. After I break his fucking face."

Emrys sighs and gives Aedion a long-suffering look. "She can wear my sweater and Luca's jacket. We have spares. I'm sure she's ready to get home and rest."

It was true. Erawan had her working 14-hour shifts, and between the crying and the cold, she was exhausted.

"I'll take you home, cousin." Aedion sets her on her feet. "My home. I don't want to leave you alone. It was idiotic of me that I didn't insist you come stay with me months ago. I'm so sorry."

Emrys face sends a clear message. Go with him.

"Okay," Aelin concedes. Maybe being alone in her apartment drowning in Rowan's things wasn't as healthy as she thought. "I just need to grab a few things before we go."

~~~

Aelin stands in front of her desk. Her heart aches to cram the stacks of envelopes into the minimal space left in her duffle bag, but she knows it's a bad idea.

Glancing at the clock, Aedion has only been waiting for ten minutes. He insisted on keeping the car warm while she packed. There were a few minutes left to do what needed to be done.

Aelin grabs a piece of paper, her pen and begins.

My love,

This might be the hardest letter I've written yet. I'm going away for a while. It might be some time before I can write to you again.

First, I should add that I'm not moving on. You were it for me, baby. There will never be anyone else for me. Only you. I just need to take some time to learn how to move forward.

Aedion isn't as pissed at me as I thought. He was just worried. I'm going to go stay with him and Lysandra for a few weeks. Play with our nephew.

I still miss you. So much that I didn't think I could make it without you by my side. This isn't how our lives were supposed to go.

You wouldn't be happy to hear that from me. I'm sorry I put that on you. I'll do what I can and figure out how to live a life you'd be proud of so that when my time does come, there will be stories to share when we take off on our next adventure.

To Whatever End.

Your Wife Forever,

Aelin

#throne of glass #write me #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #rowaelin #angst #a little fluff in this one #one more part to go

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h0tch-r0cket · 3 years

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Infatuation (18+) {ah}: chapter 14

summary: you needed a job. aaron hotchner needed a baby sitter. the rest was inevitable.

word count: 6.7K

contains: explicit language, smut (18+!), unprotected sex, fingering, penetration (p in v), oral sex (fem receiving), FLUFF too,

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Needless to say, you spent the majority of the weekend tangled up in the sheets with Aaron. Not that either of you were complaining. It was a weekend well spent and you couldn't even remember the last time you had experienced so much pleasure and euphoria in such a short period of time that you were almost in a constant catatonic state for the entire trip.

You wished that you could have stayed in that little paradise with the two of you forever, wrapped up in each other, never getting enough of touching one another and just being close to Aaron in general. You couldn't help but blush each time Aaron would whisper sweet nothings in your ear as you cuddled on the couch or how the man was such a goof when he would nuzzle his face into your neck, placing kisses anywhere he could reach.

You'd never felt happier with someone before.

And the fact that it was with Aaron? After the way you had started at the very beginning of your relationship, it still shocked you at the turn of the events. So much so, that you felt as though you had to pinch yourself to see if this was all happening, that you were truly and utterly falling for the man that you came to adore so quickly.

But nevertheless, Aaron had to get back to work sooner or later, much to your disliking. Reality had its grasp on you yet again, ripping you out of your little cozy weekend. You moaned and groaned as you packed your bags, eliciting light chuckles from Aaron as he double checked that he had all of his belongings.

"Ready to go?" he asked, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

You scoffed playfully and stuck out your bottom lip. "Do we have to?" you teased, packing up the rest of your clothing.

"As much as I'd love to stay here and do absolutely nothing but spend time with you, I can't miss any work. I have midterms to grade this week," he explained as he grabbed his car keys off the nightstand. "Besides, I have to pick up Jack from Jessica's later on tonight." Aaron held out his hand for your bag, raising his brows a bit when you didn't hand it to him at first.

"Right," you said softly. "Jack."

Aaron looked at you puzzled as he adjusted the bags on his shoulder. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing," you said quickly. "I just...What are we going to tell him?"

Aaron let out a deep sigh and he shook his head. "It's up to you. I want him to know that we're seeing each other. But if you're not ready for that, it's alright. I don't mind either way."

You wrapped your arms around yourself, squeezing your sides as you nodded in understanding. "Is it okay if we wait?"

Aaron walked over to you, placing his hands softly on your hips. He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead and nodded. "Whatever you want, sweet girl."

"Thank you," you whispered, pecking his cheek quickly.

Aaron smiled down at you, his warm caramel eyes glimmering with the hope that you came to admire in him. "Mhm. Anything."

The two of you walked hand in hand out of the rental, your arms swinging as you walked. You made small talk as you loaded the car up with your belongings, making it a goal to come back to the lake house as soon as you could. And maybe by then, you could bring Jack along for the vacation.

As you headed around the car to the passenger side, you glanced down and saw a rock that was split in half, the inside lined with a small layer of crystals around the edges. You by no means were a geologist, but you would recognize a geode when you saw one because of the crazy professor that you had for your geology class that you got placed in for a science credit. You picked it up and held it in your hand, examining the way the rock glistened in the sunlight. You smiled softly, thinking of how excited Jack would be when you gave it to him, so you decided to bring it home with you.

Getting into the car, you got settled in your seat as Aaron started the car, adjusting the mirrors. He glanced over at you and nodded his head in the direction of your hands when he saw the rock you were holding on to.

"What's that for?" he asked, adjusting the music on the radio for some background noise.

"Oh, I found it next to the car. I figured Jack would love it. It is pretty cool, I have to admit," you said with a light laugh.

Maybe it was that moment that made Aaron certain. He had an inkling before but as he saw the way you were holding the rock in your nimble hands, the way that the sun was making your features glow, and the way that your smile lit up everything around you, he knew.

Aaron Hotchner was in love with you and there was no turning back. He could only see himself falling further and further until he was completely consumed by you.

And he was ready for it.

He hoped that you were too.

He just had to think of the best way to tell you, when he thought that the time was right.

But for now, he leaned over the console of the car and kissed you deeply, slipping his tongue in for a brief moment as he brought his hand to the back of your neck. When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours, running his thumb along the curve of your neck.

"You're amazing, you know that?" he affirmed.

You kissed him again, feeling him smile against your lips. "I try," you laughed.

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"Hey, hey, hey," Esmé called out just as your hand gripped the handle of your apartment door to leave. "You just got home last night and now you're leaving me already? Y/N, I am in desperate need of me and you time. And you going off like this is not going to cut it."

You laughed at your friend, rolling your eyes at her antics. "Esmé, I have somewhere to be. I will talk with you and hang out with you later on tonight if you're around."

"Ah, I see. You get a boyfriend and leave little old me in the dust. It's alright," she said, shrugging her shoulders as she hopped up off the couch. "I guess I'll just have to fight him for your time."

"Oh god, please don't," you laughed.

"I mean, you just spent an entire weekend with him. And it's only been," Esmé started as she looked down at the watch that rested on her wrist, "about 16 hours since you last saw him. How magical is his dick that you're already running back to him this soon?" she teased, raising her eyebrows at you.

You felt your cheeks blush from her comment. You shifted the lunch bag that you had on your shoulder to try to distract yourself, but it failed miserably. "I mean it's pretty-" you started, before cutting yourself off from finishing that statement.

Esmé walked over to your kitchen table and leaned over it, propping up her elbow as she rested her chin on her fist. "Go on, Y/N. Spill more of the details. I am all ears." She tapped her fingers on the table to mimic her growing impatience with the conversation.

You ran your hand down your face, shaking it slightly. "I never should have told you about this weekend," you murmured. "Would have saved myself so much trouble."

"Oh please, Y/N. Anyone in the neighborhood could tell how genuinely fucked out you were when you got home. That post-sex glow was so bright, I almost had to put on a pair of sunglasses to look at you," Esmé hollered, slapping her hands down onto the table for emphasis.

"You are a complete and utter jackass," you chuckled, trying to regain some of your composure before heading out to bring Aaron lunch at work. You had been texting him all morning and could tell that he was stressed out with his students' midterms so you figured he could use a little surprise lunch pick-me-up.

"And yet you chose to live with me and tell me all your deepest, darkest secrets," Esmé said, her voice sounding like a villain out of a cartoon as she tapped the tips of her fingers together, like she was coming up with some evil plan.

You opened the door, removing yourself from the conversation as quickly as you could. "Goodbye, Esmé," you said in a sing-song voice.

"Say hello to the professor for me," she called out in a sultry tone.

"I won't," you assured as you closed the door behind you.

Thankfully, the ride to the university wasn't too bad. You had texted Aaron after you parked to see what he was up to so you could try to determine where he was on campus.

Aaron Hotchner

-What are you up to? <3

-About to rip my hair out from these disastrous midterms.

-Grading is a bitch.

-But at least my office is quiet without Jack running around.

-Don't stress about it. Take breaks if you need to.

And with that, you grabbed the little lunch that you packed for the two of you and headed towards the buildings on campus. You asked for some directions on the way, being that you had never been to Aaron's office before. You had only been to the lecture hall that one day when you went to watch him teach for the first time.

As your heels clicked on the floor as you walked, you were met with the closed door that had the plaque with Aaron's name on it: Professor Hotchner, Greek Mythological Studies. You couldn't help but feel a quick shock of pleasure roll through you at seeing his name on the door. You knew that Aaron being a professor, especially one that teaches Greek Mythology, was already a turn on for you. But seeing it written out and official on a plaque? You had to try your best to not lose it in the hallway.

You knocked on the door gently, clutching the lunch bag at your side. You heard Aaron mutter a Come in from behind the door and you opened the door a crack, peeking in to see his pen moving vigorously on the paper in front of him. He shook his head in annoyance, his jaw clenching as his eyes scanned the submitted work of the student. He pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose as he let out a deep exhale. "Yeah, exactly. Because it was Perseus who went through the 12 labors to try to make up for being driven mad and killing his family. And it was Heracles who defeated Medusa," Aaron muttered to himself. He dropped his pen and brought his fingers up to his temples, rubbing circles around them.

You pushed the door open, closing it behind you, and headed towards his desk. "Hey, you." You took in his appearance: his crisp, white dress shirt, the way his hair was tousled from him running his fingers through it so frequently, the way his tie rested pristinely around his neck. It was a sight to behold.

Aaron brought his attention to you and his face immediately softened as his fingers came to a stop on the side of his temples. "Y/N," he exhaled. "Well, this is a nice surprise."

You held up the lunch bag and placed it on his desk. "I figured you could use a break and something to eat," you explained.

Aaron ran a hand down his face and nodded a bit. He glanced back down at the stack of papers in front of him and chuckled lightly. "Do you know how many of these things I've gone through? And just when I think I see the worst of it, someone else makes the bar even lower. I just don't know what I did wrong for them to not understand all of these stories and concepts."

You set the lunch bag on his desk and walked around to where he was sitting, motioning for him to push back his chair. He obliged, and you straddled his lap, cupping his face in your hands so that he would look at you and not the papers that were waiting for his attention. "Hey, don't beat yourself up over this. They probably just didn't study. I'm sure you prepared them just fine, baby."

"I spent 2 classes doing review sessions. I held extra help. My office hours were wide open for them," he continued. He grabbed one of the papers from behind you, placing his free hand on your waist. "Look, here. Apparently Pandora's box was where Prometheus was hiding the humans from Zeus after he stole the fire from the Olympians. It's not that hard to know that Pandora's box once it was opened-"

"Released all of the evils of mankind, like war and famine, into the world. But despite that, hope was also released," you interjected. You smiled softly at Aaron and pressed a kiss to his forehead as he adjusted his grip on your hips.

He returned the smile, nodding his head at you. "Exactly," he whispered. He reached a hand up and brushed a loose piece of hair behind your ear. "I just don't know what else to do. I feel like I've failed my students," he admitted, his voice sounding defeated. "But I know that I've done everything that I can. I've explained everything ten times over-" Aaron rambled on.

"Hey," you muttered, pressing a kiss on his nose.

"Maybe if I spent more time on the different units, it would have been better or if I-" he continued, gesturing with his hands.

"Aaron." Another kiss to his cheek.

"I mean, how many days am I supposed to spend on the family dynamic? Well, really I could spend a whole semester talking about the complex relationships of all the Greek gods and goddesses if you think about it-"

"Hey," you said more firmly, pulling Aaron out of his little rant. You hated hearing him talk down upon himself like that but you also appreciated the fact that he was so open and honest with you about the given situation and how he was feeling.

You kissed him softly, your lips melding together as one. "You can't beat yourself up like this. I've seen you lecture. You're an amazing professor. Some students these days just don't have a great work ethic and there's not much you can do about it. I know it's hard, frustrating, and frankly, disappointing. But you're doing and did all that you could for them."

Aaron leaned his head back on his chair, his hair flopping back a bit as he stared at the ceiling. He swallowed harshly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "You're right," he murmured. "You're right."

"I know I am," you laughed lightly. Aaron picked his head up from the chair, looking at you with such admiration that you felt your heart swell.

"Y/N, you always know what to say to make me feel better." He shifted forward and kissed you deeply. "Maybe you're becoming my Achilles' heel," he mumbled against your lips.

"Do I actually take that as a compliment? Because I am not trying to eventually lead you to your downfall," you teased as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Aaron pulled back from you and his lips turned up into the faintest of smiles. "I just mean that I..." He took a deep breath as he worked out his wording in his head. "I have never really opened up to people about this kind of thing. It's easy for me to shed my skin when I'm talking to you. I don't know. I just feel comfortable being a little bit....vulnerable, I guess, around you."

You looked at Aaron, your eyes scanning his face. You felt your heart practically explode out of your chest at the thought that he was just so up front and honest with you. It wasn't something that you had ever expected to hear him tell you, but it still meant a lot that he did. Because now, you knew a bit more about him and how he operated. You knew that he was a hard worker and it made sense to you that he would have this sort of thinking that if his students failed that it was his fault. That he was the one at fault despite the very likely idea that his students just simply weren't listening or putting in the extra work that they should have.

"Really?" you asked, still somewhat stunned that he was telling you all of this.

"Mhm." He held you closer to his body, your chests pressed together.

"You're really something else, Aaron."

He squeezed your hips gently, circling his thumbs against them. "Thank you," he whispered. He sat there for a brief moment just taking in your beauty, still somewhat surprised that over anyone in the entire world, you chose to be with him. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever imagine that he would have fallen for someone so damn gorgeous, so intelligent, and so caring.

The two of you sat in a brief moment of silence that was interrupted by the low gurgles in Aaron's stomach. You both glanced down at it, Aaron laughing loudly at himself. "Hungry?" you asked, raising a brow.

"Apparently so," he affirmed, letting out another hearty laugh from his chest, the dimples on his cheeks becoming more prominent. It was the moments like this, where Aaron would laugh that laugh that you heard only once in a blue moon, that you felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be. And that was wherever he was.

"Did you even eat anything at all today?" you asked as you shifted on his lap to grab the lunch bag.

"I had a bite of Jack's waffle this morning. That's pretty much it," he explained, taking the wrapped up sandwich that you handed him.

You hit his shoulder gently, rolling your eyes at him. "You can't do that to yourself, hun. I get you're stressed but you have to eat more than that."

Aaron shook his head gently, his eyes dropping to the sandwich in his hands. "I know. Thank you for this," he said, holding up the sandwich a bit.

You grabbed your own sandwich and went to sit at the chair in front of his desk to eat. "You're welcome." You tucked your legs underneath you as you sat and the two of you started to eat your lunches.

Your conversations were filled with thinking of upcoming plans of activities to do together, how Jack was doing, and even some mythology based conversations, something that you really enjoyed talking to Aaron about.

"You know, if I really have to pick, I think I like the myth of Hades and Persephone the best. It's just a tale that even though it pulls at your heartstrings a bit because of the whole being kept in the Underworld against her will thing, but I think that at the end of the day, Hades truly cared about her. And I've read that she cared about him just as much after time went on. But obviously the whole situation should have been handled completely differently but I guess that that is how it was back then when these stories allegedly took place," you explained as you took a bite of one of the cupcakes that you had brought for you and Aaron. "I also just really enjoy it because it's a more interesting way to explain why we have spring and winter."

"That is a good one," Aaron agreed as he wiped his mouth with his napkin. He threw out his trash into the garbage next to his desk and looked at you from across his desk. "Oh Y/N, you got a little icing over there," he said, pointing to the side of your mouth.

"Where? Over here?" you asked, sticking your tongue out to the side to try to lick it off.

"No, you missed," Aaron laughed. "I got it. Don't worry." He stood up from his desk and walked over to you, grabbing your face gently in your hands. He leaned down, swiping his tongue across the side of your mouth so slowly, as if to savor the flavor of not only the icing but you as well. Aaron's eyes peered into yours, full of lust.

You sat there in awe, still not over the fact that he just licked your face clean...or the fact that you liked it. Like really liked it.

Aaron brought his mouth back to yours, kissing you hungrily. He groaned against your lips, pulling you up to stand with him. He pulled you flush against his body , where you could already feel his hard cock starting to form in his dress pants.

"The door," Aaron muttered.

"Hm?" you questioned, feeling drunk on the taste of his lips. You couldn't process what he was saying when he was kissing you like he couldn't get enough of you.

Aaron bit down on your bottom lip, pulling on it gently. You looped your arms around his neck as he began to pepper kisses down your jawline, following the curve of your neck.

"Lock the fucking door," he growled against your skin.

His words shot straight to your core, already feeling your arousal between your legs.

The two of you stumbled back towards the door, lips refusing to leave on another. Aaron placed his hands on your hips, giving them a squeeze as your back pressed against the door. You slinked your hand to the side as Aaron continued his assault of kisses on your neck and shoulders, sucking and biting on your exposed skin. You fumbled behind you and locked the door, moaning softly as Aaron continued to leave hickeys along your skin.

"All mine," he mumbled as he reached down to take off your leggings and panties in one clean swoop. He immediately got down to his knees in front of you, throwing your leg up over his shoulder. "God, you're so perfect." He swiped his finger through your folds, spreading your arousal along your pussy. He started to finger you slowly, before finding the pace that he knew you liked.

If there was one thing for sure, it was that Aaron definitely knew your body well and so quickly, too, considering the fact that the you had only first had sex that past weekend. He lived to hear you moaning his name, to see you squirm from his fingers. So much so that he made it his mission to know just what made you tick, just what would give you the best orgasm and ruin you for anyone else. He wanted to make sure that it would only be him, his mouth, his fingers, and his cock that you would ever think about.

And as he pressed you further against the door, he continued to curl his fingers at just the right pace to get you closer to your climax. He eventually added another one, opening you up wide for him as you moaned breathlessly, gripping onto his broad shoulders for support.

"Oh god, Aaron. Just like that you," you moaned out.

Aaron reached his free hand up and placed it over your mouth gently as continued to fuck you with his fingers. "Now as much as I love hearing that sweet little mouth of yours moan my name, I'm going to need you to be as quiet as you can. I don't think Dr. Pederson next door would appreciate hearing the way I'm about to fuck you while he is holding his office hours." Aaron turned his head and pressed a kiss to your leg that was still on top of his shoulder. "Think you can do that, my sweet girl? Just this once, I need you to try to be quiet."

You bit down on your bottom lip, squeezing your eyes shut as Aaron's fingers continued to rub circles around your clit. "I can do it," you replied, breathing in deeply.

"That's it, sweetheart," Aaron praised. He glanced up at you, eyes blown out with pure lust and desire to take you right there in his office on any space that he could. "How does that feel?" he asked as he continued to finger you.

"Fucking amazing," you exhaled with a light laugh.

Aaron removed his fingers from you and without any hesitation, he licked a long line up your pussy. The moan you let out was music to his ears. Aaron had decided that there was not a sound in the universe that he loved more than hearing you fall apart because of him. Nothing would ever give him the same gratification as hearing his name roll off your lips in pure pleasure and need.

"You like that?" he asked smugly. He watched as you nodded your head vigorously against the door. He leaned forward again and licked even slower, taking his time. Your hips bucked against his face and the groan he let out sent an entirely new wave of pleasure through you. "I'll take that as a yes," he laughed lightly.

"Don't stop," you begged.

Aaron leaned forward again, dipping his tongue into you, thrusting it in and out of you relentlessly. You gripped onto his hair, pressing his face closer to you as he started to suck on your clit.

"You really like that, hm?" he murmured against you as he continued to slip his tongue in and out of you.

"Aaron, please," you said, your voice all but a desperate whisper.

"Please what, baby?"

"I need you."

Aaron gave your clit a gentle kiss before dropping your leg from his shoulder. He held you steady for a brief moment, letting you regain your footing before he stood up in front of you. He kissed you tenderly, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. You twisted your fingers around his tie and pulled him closer to you.

Aaron leaned forward, caging you in against the door to his office. The room was filled with your moans joining together as one and the sound of messy kisses as you both continued to move your lips against one another.

You reached your hand down between the two of you, palming Aaron through his dress pants. Aaron hung his head in the crook of your neck, letting out a series of short, breathy moans. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, your neck, along your jawline as you continued to tease his rock hard dick through his pants.

Aaron's hands fumbled with his belt as he worked to get himself out of his pants as quickly as he could. "You know, Y/N," he murmured as he brought his lips back to yours as the two of you worked to push his pants down from around his legs. "One of these days," he muttered as his cock was freed from his boxers, hard, leaking with precum and 1000% ready for you, "I am going to have you suck me off like a good little girl while I sit in my chair at my desk." He kicked his pants and boxers to the side as he held you against the door.

You could have come on the spot from his words. The thought of being on your knees in front of Aaron, sucking him off in his place of work, sent a thrill through your entire body. Most definitely causing you to feel yourself growing even wetter in the moment.

"But that day," he continued as he hiked your legs up around his waist, pushing you up further against the door, "is not today." He looked you in the eyes, grazing his fingers down your neckline as he held you up firmly with his arms. "I need to feel your tight, little pussy around my cock." He moved one of his hands down, bringing the head of his dick to your entrance. He dragged it along your folds, coating it in your arousal. Keeping you up against the door the best that he could, he sank you down onto his dick, both of you groaning in tandem at the delicious way he filled you up.

"Holy fuck," you groaned out, gripping onto his shoulders.

"I know, baby," Aaron murmured as he kissed you underneath your earlobe. He stood still for a few moments, just wanting to feel how snug your pussy was around his cock. There was one thing for certain that Aaron would never get over and it was how perfect he fit inside you, like you were meant for him.

Aaron began to thrust into you, your back sliding against the door. You felt Aaron's arms flex around you as he held you up, keeping a steady rhythm. He sucked in a breath as he fully unsheathed himself from you, before slamming your hips back down.

You hung your head down into Aaron's shoulder, rocking your hips to meet his thrusts. You felt the sweat beading on your forehead as Aaron continued to pound into you. And from the angle that he was holding you up, he was hitting your g-spot just right.

"Y/N, I can't hold out much longer," Aaron grunted.

You nodded your head, trying to tell Aaron what you needed but your brain was failing to come up with comprehensive sentences because all of your focus was on the lewd sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy. "More. More, Aaron," you whimpered.

"More?" Aaron's chest rose and fell rapidly from his panting but he grunted into your ear. "One second," he murmured. He stilled his body from moving, holding you tighter against him as if he was refusing to slip out of you. You clutched onto him like a lifeline as he carried you away from the door and over to where he had a couch in his office. He gently laid the both of you down, his body hovering over yours all the while having his cock nestled inside of you. "I'll give you more," he muttered as his hips returned to thrusting into you. He brought his hand down to your clit, rubbing it in tandem with the way his dick was pounding into you.

"Oh fuck!" you let out, a lot louder than anticipated. Aaron clasped his hand over your mouth, eyes wide.

"Quiet, baby," he said sternly, before breaking out into a small laugh. "If I knew you were going to be this vocal, I should have fucked you here in my office ages ago."

You couldn't help but laugh along with him as you ran your hands down his still clothed chest. You picked your head up off the couch, capturing his lips with yours as you felt the precipice of your orgasm building. "I'm so so close," you murmured against his lips. You clenched your walls around his cock and Aaron threw his head back in pure ecstasy.

"I know, baby. I can feel it," he assured as he continued to finger you. "Let go. Come for me the way I know you can." Aaron continued to fuck you, silently praying that you would find your release soon. He always found himself having a stronger orgasm if he was able to get you off first. It was always his desire to make sure that your needs were being put well above his own when it came to the two of you having sex.

Aaron stared down at you, his hair flopping gently onto his forehead. "Holy fuck, Y/N. You're so gorgeous. How did I get so lucky?"

You felt your cheeks grow warm at his words, even more so when your orgasm rippled through you like a wave. You leaned forward, biting down on Aaron's shoulder to stifle the scream that threatened to escape your lips. Aaron groaned loudly, his eyes squeezing shut as he hooked your leg around his waist.

He fucked you through your high, wanting to ensure that each and every last drop of your cum was coating his dick. He panted lightly, feeling his own orgasm coming on. Aaron gripped onto your hip with one hand and brought his other up to your chest, ripping your shirt open to free your tits to him. He groaned at the sight, watching how even through your bra, your tits bounced to each and every thrust into your body.

Aaron brought his hand to your breast, and kneaded the flesh in his grasp. He pressed his lips firmly to the valley between your breasts and in an instant, everything turned into a flash of white as he reached his release deep inside your pussy. He thrust his hips a few more times before stilling inside of you. He chuckled softly against your skin as he laid on top of you. "God, Y/N."

You carded your fingers through his tousled hair, pulling his head up from your chest. You smiled softly at him, seeing that post sex glow hanging around his face. "Hi," you whispered.

"Hey," he murmured back.

"So is this what office hours are for?" you teased as you worked to get your buttons back together on your shirt.

"With you? Absolutely. Any fucking day of the week," he laughed. He pressed a kiss to your lips before pulling out of you. You felt the combination of cum drip out of you as he sat up on the couch. Aaron cocked his head as he looked at your soaked pussy, swiping his finger across it to catch whatever cum was falling out. He pushed his fingers, and the cum, back into your pussy before he stood up from the couch. "Can't have any of that escaping now, can we?" he said smugly. He walked over to his desk, still baring his bottom half, and opened up some of his drawers. "I, uh, don't have much here to try to clean you up," he laughed lightly.

You propped yourself up on your elbows and watched as he kept looking for something for you. "Aaron, it's okay. I have to run home and shower anyway."

Aaron peered up at you from the rim of his glasses and shook his head. "You know that that is not how this works," he said, his voice in a somewhat stern tone. You had to admit though, you loved the fact that Aaron always wanted to clean you up after you had sex. You couldn't remember any of your past partners being so intimate and caring like that.

Aaron let out a small oh as he pulled out a small stack of napkins. "It's the closest thing I have," he said as he walked back towards you, grabbing the panties and leggings that had been discarded earlier.

Aaron sat down on the couch next to you, gently wiping you down the best he could. "Thank you," you said softly.

Aaron's lips curled up into a small smile. "You're welcome." He continued to clean you up as much as he could before helping you slip back into your bottoms. Aaron also put his own boxers and pants back on, redoing the belt around his waist.

You sat up on the couch next to him, nudging him with your shoulder. "I think I definitely learned a lot from you, Professor Hotchner," you said in a sultry tone.

Aaron felt his cock twitch in his pants and he had to take a deep breath so that he wasn't stuck with a boner going into his next lecture. He adjusted himself to face you on the couch, cupping your cheek with his hand as his thumb rubbed along your jawline. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, so gently in fact, that had you not been paying attention, you would have missed the contact from his lips entirely. "Thank you," he muttered against your lips.

"For what exactly?" you asked, straightening out his tie on his chest.

"For being you. And for making me feel better about the whole, my students are shitty and maybe that isn't my fault, rant," he said, using air quotes to emphasize his words.

You pecked him on the nose and smiled softly at him. "You're welcome." You placed your hand over his that was still resting upon your face, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

The two of you sat on the couch for a few minutes in silence, just taking in each other's warmth and general presence. And then Aaron had a brilliant idea that he couldn't not ask you.

"I have an idea," he said abruptly, pulling the two of you out of the silence. "I've been thinking about it a lot to be completely honest with you."

You placed your hand on his thigh, giving it a small squeeze. "Don't hurt yourself with all that thinking," you teased.

Aaron rolled his eyes at you, trying to hide the smile on his face from your sarcasm but in the end failing miserably as the smile crept up upon his lips anyway. "Ha ha. Very funny," he said in a monotone, unenthused voice.

"What is this genius idea of yours, baby?"

Aaron placed his hand on top of the one that you had resting on his leg. "What if you did a guest lecture with me? I mean, you know the content better than my own students. You're so intelligent, I can't even believe it. And maybe hearing from a different voice will get my students to pay attention to the content that they are expected to know."

You felt your cheeks start to blush once again from the words of Aaron Hotchner. "I mean, that does sound like fun, but I don't do too well talking in front of crowds."

Aaron moved your hands so that he could interlace your fingers together. "I'll be up there with you. Besides, I think you'll be a natural once you're up there."

You exhaled loudly, resting your head on his shoulder. "I don't know, Aaron. That's not something I've ever really seen myself doing."

"Tell you what," he continued, turning to press a kiss to the top of your head, "think about it. Really think about it. And then let me know. I think it would be a good benefit for you and for my students." Aaron held on to your hand tighter on his lap before letting it go to place it behind your back. "Besides, I am dying to see this sweet piece of ass own a room," he teased as he squeezed your ass a bit.

You gasped at his touch before playfully hitting his chest at his comment. "I better be a hell of a lot more than a sweet piece of ass to you," you scoffed, mocking his tone of voice

"Of course you are." Aaron scooted you closer to him on the couch, pressing your sides together firmly. "You're everything to me and more," he whispered into your ear.

You turned your head, your lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. "I like the sound of that a lot better," you murmured against his lips.

The two of you continued to share some more kisses and gentle touches on the couch for a few more minutes until Aaron glanced at his watch and groaned. "I have to go. My next lecture starts in about 5 minutes. Are you alright walking back to your car by yourself? I lost track of time otherwise I would walk there with you."

"I'll be fine." You kissed him one more time before standing up to gather your things from his office. "I'll see you later, okay?" you said as you unlocked his door.

Aaron was behind his desk, getting his papers together in his satchel quickly. "Mhm. See you at home."

Home.

You could definitely get used to hearing him say that.

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authors notes:

hello hello! i hope we're all doing well!

i am hoping to have more regular updates once this semester is over.

thank you for sticking around with me. I really appreciate it :)

-jordyn

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sorry-i-ship-drarry · 3 years

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31. Would you come back to me?

Prompt used- doing a pinky promise. This post have been inspired by one of @drarry-is-my-therapy recent reblog and one of @fqirycircle drawing, which is absolutely amazing. TW- ANGST | HURT/COMFORT | Harry's heart had always belonged to the boy by the lake.

" dad" Albus said as he watched his father cleaning off the used utensils

" yea " harry replied looking over his shoulder to his son sitting behind the kitchen table.

" I- I was talking with mom the other day and she told me something " Albus nervously said

" oh yeah, what'd she tell ?" Harry chuckled

" why you guy's really separated " Albus replied. Harry stopped dead for a moment looking blankly at the utensils until he resumed washing, not replying anything yet.

Once done, harry wiped off his hands over his apron, handing Albus the cold coffee he had just brewed, taking one for himself, he sat down in front of Albus with a curious smile.

" so what'd she tell you ?"

" well- she doesn't want me talking to you about these things but I- think I'm big enough to know these things now, don't you think ?" He nervously asked once again.

" well- albus I think you are " harry gave albus a friendly frown and with that Albus immediately loosened up, giving harry a genuine smile.

" so what did she tell you ?" He asked once again pointing Albus to drink his cold coffee.

" well- she told me- that you guys didn't love each other " Albus said

" I do love your mom Albus-"

" just not the same way, right ?" Albus asked. Biting the inside of his cheek harry deliberated whether he should actually let Albus know or not, until he did, knowing if he were where Albus was, he'd want to know too.

Harry nodded hesitantly.

" but you guys seemed to love each other so much? Like all the things you did, I mean i don't get it how could you just fall out of love you know ?" Albus asked a little irritated by the fact that his parents had actually fallen out of love. Harry is suddenly strongly reminded of a very Vivid situation, the situation he'd been so familiar with.

" Albus- I think what you're trying to say is that we Always cared for each other. We often confuse love with care. At much later part of our marriage, before separation we had almost forgotten what was it like to love each other and simply cared for one another" harry explained.

Albus clenched looking at his father, " so you're saying one day we eventually fall out of love ?"

" what- no- Albus, no that's not what happened- hell " harry immediately responded.

" then what happened ?" Albus aggressively asked

" it's- it's just more complicated than it seems Albus but I want you to know that love is real, alright. Just because your parents didn't work out doesn't mean love cannot exists, look at your uncle Ron and aunt Hermione, I've rarely ever seen love like that and hell I can't even tell you how much time they had spent crushing desperately over each other for years. We're sorry- really for setting such a bad example but we're not perfect, nobody is. It's simply is we couldn't make it work and we regret it " harry sighed pushing his hair back from falling over his face.

Albus shoulder slumped down a bits, staring at the water ring on his coaster absent mindedly.

" just say it albus. Don't keep it in " harry encouraged knowing his son was deliberating about saying something.

Albus looked up at harry strangely, a look he had never looked at him with ever before, " she said- that you- you've never truly loved her. She said even though you loved her but a part of your heart Always belonged to someone else "

And everything stopped. Harry's breath caught in his throat, his hand stilled in the air, even his hair on his forehead became still. He was shook Ginny had told him something like that. It wasn't as if harry wasn't ever prepared for such conversations but the way it had twisted into something, it was unpredictable and he found it hard to focus on one thing.

" is it true dad ? That you loved someone else too ?" Albus contemplated nervously.

Harry looked up at albus, not realising when had he ever leant down and cleared his throat to gain his voice back.

" I never cheated alb-"

" I know. She knows that but she says she knew that you Always have loved Someone else too " Albus bit his lip nervously hoping he hadn't offended harry by saying something so personal.

" i- I never thought she'd actually tell you this" harry eyes widened in surprise as he cleared his throat once again.

" w- I shouldn't have bought this up- this is just-"

" hey hey, it's fine- you said you're big enough to know these things now- well then " harry interjected nervously " she's right. I- my heart as she put it, one part of it has always belonged to someone else " harry sighed closing his eyes, glimpsing back in his memories of that one Particular person.

" oh- who ?" He asked curiously

Harry raised his eyebrows, chuckling nervously, not believing it even for a second that he is infact about have this conversation.

" someone" he finally replied.

And with that harry is brought back into his memories from years ago, that one person's laughter resonating in his head, that one smile which was only reserved for him, that voice which echoed in his head every night, as if it was calling harry to it but just as he reached the bottom, there would be another bottom and he would be stuck. Everyday. And as harry started to finally tell Albus about his first love, he flows into his memory of the last day of 5th year after harry had recently lost Sirius and was extremely vulnerable, around the black lake away from everyone, in just his own little bubble with him.

The lake reflected with the red and yellow light of the dropping sun from across the mountain and a faint breeze drying Harry's face covered with tears. He has someone's arms around his shoulder, cooing him, reminding him one day everything would finally be fine but he didn't had it in him to even understand what he was saying. He was crying, heavily breathing because of the heart clenching pain, the void in his heart which had finally filled had now grown bigger, how was anything ever supposed to be fine..

" we need to end this " harry abruptly said

" what ?" He asked confused by Harry's sudden outrage with something complete nuisance.

" we can't- I can't keep doing this " harry replied numbly

" wha- why not ?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows, feeling slightly hurt by such abysmal suggestion.

" don't you see, I lose everyone one day and I- I can't- I don't want to deliberately lose you " harry replied looking at him.

He frowned " you're not losing me harry-"

" then will I not ?" They had never talked about future, only because it remained so uncertain that they hated the idea of future

" no- you will not " he replied

" and you are absolutely 100 percent sure ? Isn't there a possibility someone would find out about us and it'll spread like a wildfire and everyone would desperately try to separate us !" Harry exclaimed

" okay harry- first calm down. Nobody have found out about us in the last one year, it seems highly unlikely someone would-"

" voldemort knows " and suddenly both of their breaths came to a halt. One word and everything they owned collapsed onto the ground as if it was the fragile chandelier hanging on the top of a broken roof.

" how-"

" he can see in my head. We can't keep doing this-"

" then we fight-"

" I'll fight- can you ?"

And there was silence. He wanted to respond that he would but he didn't trust the world, even if he trusted himself. He hated the world. He was weak, fragile and in a fight against the world, he knew he'd always lose, over and over.

" we are on opposite sides of war. Voldemort's came out. He'll be rebuilding his army. Everything is going to change. Even us" harry tried to explain without wanting to break down. This was the first time harry after sirius had sensibly talked but it was self preservation speaking for him, he couldn't afford to lose someone he really loves, once again. For once he wanted to protect his heart, he couldn't roll it over his sleeves when his sleeves were covered with thorns. It would be a death call and he couldn't give in, just yet.

" you and I- people like us don't belong together. The world will never understand us and this is the first fight we'd lose. I want this but it's going to be difficult. We can't be together as Long as we are on opposite sides-"

"Then I'll be on your side- "

" you are " harry responded giving a weak smile

" but I belong on the other side" he replied looking far ahead over the lake as if the realisation had finally dawned upon him. Something he had always known but had now slapped him right in the face.

"yes " harry replied looking at him, Saving in his memories the last time what he really looked like, his smile, his long lashes, his crooked nose, his pale skin, his tinted cheeks, his soft ears, his soft hair, his storm filled eyes, his pink plumped lips he had kissed so often. Saving it away for one day what it would look like in a pensieve.

" we knew what we were getting into but we took the risk nevertheless. It was a deranged path and we knew it from the beginning " harry softly said clutching other man's fingers with his own.

He didn't reply, he just longingly stared at the waters, as if he was remembering them not harry.

" so we give up ?" He finally asked turning to harry with unseen part of his face wet with tears. Harry reached forward wiping away his tear but they didn't stop, they only flooded more with Harry's touch.

" no, we- we promise to come back once again after all this is over" harry smiled softly.

" and you believe there will be coming back after all ? What if one of us- dies " he hesitated In fear of only imagining it.

Harry started at him knowing it was one of the possibilities but wasn't ready for such thing. It was a huge possibility that one day harry might lose " I have hope for us " harry suddenly spoke out loud. The thoughts In his mind had unknowningly reached his lips and there wasn't a going back from that.

The other man stared at harry long enough, he too concealing this part of him for that one day they'd meet again.

" promise me then if we make it through, we'll come back to each other " he asked, his voice sounding not more than a quivering sound.

" I promise that If I make it through one day, we'll meet again and come back to each other" harry replied

" pinky promise ?" He smiled.

Harry chuckled, then nodded

" do you promise ?"

" I promise "

" what happened then ? How'd you wind up with mom ?" Albus asked curiously, a faint yellow light from the evening bouncing over his brunette head.

" did he- die ?" Albus asked almost heart broken

" what- no " harry chuckled

" then what happened ?" Albus asked again

" he- broke the promise. We belonged to someone else much before we could've even belonged to each other. When I met him after the war and his probation, he had changed completely " harry replied reminiscing about the specific day

" then didn't you ever ask him again ?" Albus asked almost jumping off his chair.

Harry gave a small smile " I couldn't "

" but why- what if he had still loved you ?" Albus asked

" as I said he was completely changed. He wasn't the man I fell in love with. He never asked either. It died out over time. Besides I'm pretty sure he had already forgotten about it. Also I think he was engaged by the time we met again, it didn't make sense" harry replied

" then didn't you ever like try to stop his wedding like In those romantic comedies mum watches ?" Albus asked excitedly

Harry laughed picking up their glasses and going over to the sink " she's always loved them. You've got to stop watching them if that's what you're cooking in your head Albus. Real love Is different than what they show, it's not just one fight and making it up. Its so much efforts, fights, pain, drama and so many other things"

" but If it's the right person, it'd never feel like that would it ? If you really love someone then those fights wouldn't be so bad or there wouldn't be pain or drama. It'd be a happy relationship, wouldn't it ?" And in that small sentence albus has unknowningly managed to define true love.

Harry looked at his now grown up son, crossing his arms smiling impressively. And nodded.

Albus sighed in relief, slumping down in his chair. Harry quizzically analysed Albus until his expressions changed to sometimes brief.

" who is it?" Harry asked knowingly

" what?" Albus blushed

" who's this person you're suddenly relating everything to ?" Harry teased poking Albus Playfully.

" there is no one dad" Albus blushed embarassed, jumping off the chair, taking a few steps back.

" come on- I told you my story. I atleast deserve to know who it is " harry smirked crossing his arms in front of him

Albus sighed rolling his eyes" he's from school"

" ooh, someone from school. Like father like son" harry teased

" dadd " Albus whined blushing

" okay- fine, fine. Who is it then ?" Harry asked giving up with the teasing.

" it doesn't matter, he doesn't like me " Albus sighed crossing his arms in front of him in disappointment.

Harry carefully analysed Albus's face again, remembering exactly the same way he felt "it's the Malfoy kid, isn't it ?"

Albus's eyes suddenly shot up in surprise.

" how did you-"

" you're my son. Of course I'd know" harry sighed uncrossing his arms and stepping forward and placing them in the kitchen table, leaning forward.

" don't make the same mistakes I did. Ask him out. Write to him maybe. I'm sure he'd agree " harry suggested.

" mistake ? What mistake did you make ?" Albus asked curiously.

Harry gave him a firm smile before he putting his hands away from the table to his sides " it's a story for some other day, your mom is gonna be here to pick you up in an hour. Do your stuff and we'll talk about it next week? What say ?"

Albus frowned before letting go and nodding.

" one last question dad "

" shoot" harry said as he started washing those used cups again

" did you ever love mom as much as you loved that someone ?"

Harry smiled this time not stopping " I- love like that happened only once. I loved your mom a different way. I loved him a different way "

" but who'd you love more then?"

Harry turned around to see Albus standing there leaning over the kitchen table curiously " I will not answer that. Now enough with my love life. Go do your homework " harry said a little sternly in his father like adamant voice.

Sighing Albus gave up.

" okay, just one question, I promise " Albus plead again. Harry sighed before nodding.

" if now he came back in your life and asks you for a second chance, would you go back to him ?"

Harry smiled Shaking his head" yes- yes I would "

The next week when Albus came back for the stay, he seemed far excited than anything else. As soon as Ginny had left, Albus squealed.

" whoa there squirrel, what's got your knickers in a twist ?" Harry chuckled

" I've got an invitation. Can we please go to scropius's place. He offered for a while. I'll promise we can come back and do homework, he really wants me to see his collections. Can we please dad, please ?" Albus gave harry his puppy eyes in desperation..

Harry sighed before nodding.

" for an hour.. "

And with that after an hour, they flooed to scropius's place. The Malfoy manor.

They were recieved with a rather very pleasant place. It was no longer a dark, submerged place, it had been refurbished with mostly white and brown. It seemed like an entirely new place. Not one part of Malfoy manor looked like what it did ages ago ,and yet harry liked it better. It was welcoming. And just then he walked in, with scropius.

" potter "

" Malfoy" harry sternly nodded at Draco, losing himself again in that brief reminiscents of the past. He hadn't changed even a little bit as he remembered him from the day by the lake, yet everything had changed. Everything.

" we're gonna go " Albus didn't even wait and ran off with scropius, leaving harry and draco alone, both staring at each other thinking how the other had forgotten of the promise..

( I've really been writing shit lately. Anyways hope you liked this one, I'd been very excited for this one but It haven't turned out as good as I wanted to, so .. )

Requests open

Part 2 & 3

Day 30- scared, potter | Day 32- reasons not to be in love with Draco malfoy by Harry

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dianagj-art · 3 years

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MIPHA! MIPHA! MIPHA!

I tried to do more of the screenshot/cinematic kinds look but I gave up and just bullshited the backgrounds bc I didn't wanted to look so plain but I also didn't want to do a background

anyways Mipha is here! it's Mipha time!

(Friendly remainder that what's bellow is just copy paste from my draft and there's probably a lot of typos and gramar mistakes)