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dreamcaught · 6 months

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There have been so many of these posts, and what looks like an entire website pretty much dedicated to this topic, but nevertheless here I am adding to the mix.

Thoughts on Buffy Season 6, Sex and Seeing Red

This is long and only kind of edited. Content warning below.

CW: Discussions of abuse, addiction, and rape.

Let me just start out by saying: Spike is my favourite character in Buffy. I love him completely. He is contrary and interesting and if there is anything I would do to improve the show it would be to add more scenes with Spike. But, unlike a lot of Spike girlies – and especially many of my favourite fanon creators – I don’t think Spike is out-of-character in Seeing Red. There are some serious problems with it, but I think it’s an important scene.

My reason for saying this comes from the claim that Buffy and Willow are the main villains this season. Well, no, to be fair: in season 6, the main villains of the show are the internal villains within the characters, specifically Buffy and Willow, expressed through their actions of addiction and abuse. The Trio is a red herring Big Bad; they’re pretty much just there to provide laughs and move plot. They’re not like the Master, or Angelus, or Adam, or Glory – there isn’t ever a “gather the troops, we’ve got an apocalypse on our hands” attitude toward defeating them… because they’re just human people, making human mistakes and causing human havoc. (Much like how Buffy and Willow would be if they weren’t already saturated in the supernatural.)

Buffy and Willow’s stories run parallel in this season. They are both dealing with the aftermath of Buffy’s resurrection: Buffy is majorly depressed to the point that she feels essentially soulless, whereas Willow is guilty to such degree that the only way she knows how to cope with herself is through control and the overuse of magic.

Tangent about Sex Because That’s How I Roll:

Before we go further to discuss this, just, briefly, let’s take note that this show does not do justice to sex. In both cases, Buffy and Willow’s “addiction” is to, essentially, use sex like a drug to (sort of) feel, but more accurately numb themselves. Buffy’s use of Spike is blatant, but we must remember that Willow and Tara’s first prominent romantic/sexual connections were initially all linked to their use of magic.

It’s made clear that this idea of magic = sex between the two is continued even in season 6, as exemplified in the Once More with Feeling song Under Your Spell lines: “You make me complete,” which are cut off at the most deliciously appropriate time – and if you haven’t noticed that until I’ve pointed it out here, then well done, you!

Here there is a bit of a problem I have with the show’s messaging because it’s essentially saying that sex is bad. Tara asks Willow to stop using magic (yikes, imagine asking your lover to please stop sexing so much, babe, it’s bad for you) – and at the same time, in the parallel story, Buffy feels the need to hide her sexual tryst with Spike because it’s wrong to want to feel good.

I think it’s important to note that Buffy isn’t really upset about it being Spike, specifically. She makes a big deal of saying that he’s “everything she’s supposed to hate” and “soulless” and “evil,” but Buffy had every opportunity to have this affair with literally anyone else – in fact, she could have very easily gotten her rocks off with a different, random person every night, but chooses to use Spike. And here we can move back to the main points –

Miscommunication

Buffy and Spike’s relationship is abusive, but hardly for the reasons they make it appear on the show. At this point, Spike is a soulless demon. That he doesn’t just kill her as soon as he realizes that he can hurt her is a testament to how much he loves her, despite this. But, because he is a soulless demon, he does try to take advantage of Buffy’s attention to him by trying to convince her that she should be with him. He plays on her fears of being soulless/evil/demonic. Other than trying to persuade her to stay with him, this is the full extent of Spike’s abuse of Buffy.

At no point in their physical relationship does Spike ever abuse Buffy’s consent.

Between Spike and Buffy is a travesty of miscommunication. Need I say again: Spike is a soulless demon. From the moment he realizes his feelings toward Buffy, he is constantly trying to figure out what she needs from him, because he simply does not understand. (“What’s it take?”) He actively tries to learn what Buffy wants and how to respond to her desires. From their passionate kiss in Once More with Feeling: “The day you suss out what you do want, there'll probably be a parade,” to literally his last lines of the show, “No, you don’t,” Buffy and Spike’s communication is the worst!

And this is all Buffy’s fault, by the way! She absolutely, stubbornly, resolutely refuses to talk – to most people! It’s practically a miracle that Spike understands Buffy at all – and to that end, I truly, fully, completely believe that Spike is the best partner for Buffy, simply because he’s the only one who does.

Their first time together, Buffy is verbally telling him it’s never going to happen while at the same time ripping off his clothes. At nearly every encounter between them during their affair, Buffy says it will never happen again, it will be the last time, it was the worst thing ever. These are outright lies, and Spike learns through conditioning to see right through them. When she says “Stop,” he doesn’t have to stop – because that is not what she means. He learns through the complicated, complex, contrary Buffy Talk what she actually wants and then proceeds to give it to her.

Up to Seeing Red, Buffy’s consent has always sounded like: “No.”

Buffy the Villain

Buffy has chosen Spike as her lover because he already loves her. He is emotionally invested in their relationship. He takes care of her. (“I can get money.”) She can be herself with him. (“I can be alone with you here.”) She is safe with him. (“Dawn is safe with Spike, so I can stay as long as you need.”)

During their affair, Buffy takes everything that she’s feeling about herself out on Spike. She calls him soulless, she calls him nothing, she says he’s empty; she beats him up, she kicks him out, she refuses his affection and forces him to hide his own. Spike takes it because he is loyal and in love with her, and this is the extent that Buffy abuses him. She conditions him to think that she can’t love him, she conditions him to think that saying “No” means “Yes,” she conditions him to think that her abuse of him is kinky and will lead to sex.

Buffy’s goal is only to feel something. She wants Spike to take advantage because it makes things a lot easier for her to deal with. If she says “No,” that means that she’s tried to stop him, despite it not being what she really wants or expects of him.

Because of this abuse, in a very real way, Buffy is the one who destroys the safety that Spike represented. Her abuse of him corrodes their trust, but she doesn’t know that. Buffy, despite denying it or acknowledging it, still believes in Spike’s loyalty. And not only that – by this point, Buffy has fallen in love with him. The bathroom scene in Seeing Red happens, in part, because she’s pushed Spike too far – and she’s not ready to admit to anything, because she refuses to acknowledge that she was an abuser.

The events of Seeing Red are the culmination of Buffy’s actions with the complete absence of honest communication. It is because she tells Spike to move on that he sleeps with Anya. It is because she expected his loyalty that Dawn talks to Spike. It’s because she trained Spike to do the opposite of what she says that he tries to connect with her physically to make her happy.

It is because she refuses to acknowledge not only her abuse of him, but also her love for him, that he chooses to show her instead. Because Buffy doesn’t talk – she only acts, and that’s what Spike tries to do, in the way that she taught him – from the start of their affair to the explicit events in Gone, all the way to this scene, Buffy has told Spike that sex is how to get close to her.

The Bathroom Scene

A lot of people have been traumatized by this scene. It is very difficult to watch, since we’ve got these two beautifully complicated people trying so hard to communicate and failing so badly at it. Buffy, finally, is saying what she means, but Spike can’t hear it. Spike is, as he’s been taught to do, servicing her to show her his devotion. These two people are in love with each other but are deeply hurt. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that Buffy is hurt by Spike’s actions while he’s hurt by her words, since these are the languages they understand.

If done well, this scene could have been healing. They could have finally come together in grief of their broken relationship and tried to fix it to something healthier. But instead, they were using the scene to push Spike into getting a soul, so he had to go too far, and she had to say too much.

I don’t think that Spike is out of character. I think that both Spike and Buffy act exactly within their character consistencies. Spike would totally seek Buffy out if he thought she was hurting – especially if he had any hope at all that he was the cause of her hurt. Buffy would completely deny, deny, deny any emotional attachment to Spike and take no responsibility for having hurt him. She’s still stuck, here, projecting her own numbness onto Spike with the false idea that he can’t love because he’s soulless.

Because of the constant, completely screwed up ideologies within this show about sex (that sex is bad, that too much sex is bad, that kinky sex is wrong, etc.) and because of the cumulative events that arise from their abusive sex=closeness relationship, the only way they could think of to make it even worse was to escalate to rape.

I know why they did it, because it makes sense within the story of their physical affair. It’s The Worst Thing you can do to someone else. We have to remember that Buffy doesn’t care about being killed, because she sort of wants to die. Also, Spike would never want to kill her. The only other thing he might want to do is turn her, but, to Buffy, that’s the same thing as being killed. Since her belief is that a demon takes over the human host, she might even welcome being turned as much as she would welcome death.

But importantly: there is the significant and completely intentional reverse of their villainousness actions here. In this scene, Buffy can’t be the villain anymore. It doesn’t matter how much she’s abused Spike, it doesn’t matter that their relationship was murky and confusing. Because it is rape, the only villain is the person committing the act of rape.

Spike must be made the villain here because anything else is victim blaming. It was the only action the writers could take to give the title of villain back to Spike away from Buffy. Spike has to end this season being the Big Bad because he must absorb all the hurt, the pain and the soullessness that was entangled with Buffy and incorporate it into himself (“You think I like having you in here? Destroying everything that was me, until all that's left is you, in a dead shell. You say you hate it, but you won't leave.”)

He takes Buffy’s pain and heals them both by – after these events – getting his soul.

The Problem

The writing staff knew their characters (for the most part). They knew that Spike was soulless and needed something drastic to instigate his search of a soul. Hurting Buffy this way did make the most sense in the framework of their affair and in the framework of making sex akin to drugs. But attempted rape was too, too far for the viewers. Talking about sex is already difficult for society, especially at the time this show was made. Talking about and explicitly showing attempted rape caused trauma to viewers and made a lot of people turn away from the otherwise very beautifully complicated relationship between Buffy and Spike.

People against Spuffy use this scene as the ultimate fodder against Spike, but doing so is disrespectful to the story, the lore and the characters. Spike loved Buffy enough soulless, but she was only strong enough to accept that once he went out and got one. In addition to that – Buffy forgives Spike for what he did that day. She admits to her side of the abuse, acknowledges that what they had was real, and doesn’t blame Spike for his actions. This conversation exists in bits-and-pieces in the Buffy comics – it would have been incredible to see it on screen in season 7, but I guess by that point the writers didn’t want to bring it up again and had way too many other things to deal with (which is another topic altogether).

I like the bathroom scene in Seeing Red. I think it’s horrible, and raw, and terribly authentic. The portrayal of hurt and betrayal by both actors is one of the strongest scenes in the show. I do wish, though, that they hadn’t taken it quite so far.

My Problem

Season 6 of Buffy is my favourite season. It is powerful and painful. But, if I could change it, I would have changed the messaging that sex is bad, because it isn’t, and both Spike/Buffy and Willow/Tara deserved something better.

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iceprincessviviane · 1 year

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Last will. - Heritage series prologue.

Paring: poly!BTS (Demons) x Female!Shy!Skinny!Chosen!Reader

Type: dark romance, horror au, soulmate au, poly relationship, slowburn, yandere.

Warnings: Horror themes, some religion themes (mostly demonic), gore, blood, manipulation, witchcraft, magic themes, death (side characters), mentionings of forced marriage, mentioning about past, loss, yandere, obsessive, possessive, swearing, low self-esteem,dealing with grief, sugestive content and silly jokes created by me. (If there is more to add let me know.)

Next chapter.

Summary: When old, lonely lady is dying, some mysteries are revealed, which none is expecting. Someone is going to take advantage of that for sure.

Author's note: It was around Halloween and I was getting inspired and decided to try something in good, old scary mood. I might be not good at it, so sorry! And it's based kinda of my strange dream. Action is supposed to be in northen Canada in make up city, this is how it was in my dream so I will let it stay. Sorry if that has no logic at all. Dream was really strange and first chapters are mostly based on that, rest it just written by me as continuation. Introduction is long and whole mansion is based on one from Tonb Raider series (Legend/Underworld). English isn't my first language so sorry for all mistakes.

Dedication for the @aris-ink meance (angel) which supporter me all the way along and mostly I'm posting because she gave me a wings 💖

MINORS DNI

In modern office was sitting very old and elegant lady. She had old-fashioned dress and her white hair were in tight bun. Fine jewllery was on her neck, same was for wrist and ears. The stones were shinging in light of the lamp. She sat opposite young notary, which was writing somethine with pen on his documents. Dame was visibly getting impatient, her assistant was making meaningful glances at worker, but he didn't even noticed. After few minutes she sighed and tapped her emaciated on light brown desk.

"I am sorry ma'am, it has to be perfect."

She rolled her eyes and looked around. Office was big and bright, outside was raining heavy, wall of water and sometimes the sky was pierced by thunder. There was computer on the other side of the desk and big bookshelf filled by documents and books about the law. On the wall was hanging put some awards and certificates which notary finished successfuly.

"My boy, I am sorry to interrupting you, but in fact I don't have much time. I am going to die very soon and I need to do a lot." Old lady said bitterly.

"I am sorry ma'am." He gave her sympathetic smile and put down pen. "I have ended your last will as you wished."

Notary handed her document. She read it with little frown. It was strange for her, but the time has come and she had to take care of last things in this world.

"I have concated the curator of museum you have mentioned. He is thrilled by your proposition and agreed to all your terms."

"I am glad then. I hope this will do good for next generations." Old lady smiled warmly.

"But there is one problem. Being specific about the mansion in Grand Hillsam." Man said looking at the name of the town.

Immediately old lady's glance became cold and suspicious. "What about it?"

"I have found that in fact it's part of Canadian heritage and it was just under your custody ma'am. It can't be given to any museum or anyone unless the government agree or the owner can't take care of it. I have tried to contact the office in Grand Hillsam and they have sent me to someone higher."

Old lady scoffed and waved her head with annoying expression. She tapped desk again, looked like wanting to light a cigarette.

"But they have stated that, after your death it will become clear what will happen to the mansion. It can't be made into museum if it's not proven that mansion would be left all alone."

"But I wanted to avoid passing it to anyone. That's why I wanted to make museum there and give all historical stuff away as gifts."

"They are very thankful, but your family last will is above that. You were not living there in fact, only someone who lives there can decide about mansion." Young man sighed taking out some documents. "I have searched it very carefuly, but can't do anything about that."

"That's bullshit." She cursed not like a lady. "I have paying all the bills and sending money to take some care of this mansion. I just didn't want to live there." She frowned.

"And as your family stated, only person who lives there can decided to such things as selling or giving up the mansion. After your death your family and far family will be informed about it. If they won't be able to take care of it, it will be made into museum." Notary said shrugging with helplessness.

"But I have no family. That's why I am giving away the money and things."

"Well... that's not true ma'am... the office searched through documents as did I. You have a very distant family, here in Europe."

"But they have been thrown out of my lineage almost three hundred years ago. The testement didn't include them in any case."

"Well... the office in Canada have stated that unless your famil won't care about mansion or simply can't because of money, then yes it will be made into museum."

Old lady sighed slowly, but then nodded. "If it's all, please let me sign it and let's end this farse."

Soon notary handed her all necessary documents. She signed them with diligence. They have left office and her assistant helped her by softly holding arm. He was middle age man, who served her long time. When they were in the car, driver almost immediately pulled into driveway.

"Damnit, it was so close to get rid of this stupid mansion and it's secrets. I am sure they have had their word in this." She said staring at the window and terrible weather.

"So what now? Your distant family will be called to Grand Hillsam that's for sure." Assistant said with worrying tone.

"I will make sure, that they won't want to stay there and will be protected. I need to be at home as fast as possible."

}*{

It was dark outside and was raining almost all time. Week has passed since old lady was in the office. Now she was lying at bed, weak and in fact annoyed. She lighted a cigarette and took a deep breath. Her assistant just left bedroom. It was quite big one, with canopy bed, balcony, big wardrobe and high bookshelf.

"You shouldn't be smoking." Happy voice said with concern.

"I am dying, I can do whatever I want." Old lady's words were horase. "I don't care how I am going to die, I am going to enjoy life till my last breath."

"You are still the same." Green eyes flashed in dim room, just on the bookshelf.

Small, dark as night cat hopped on the floor and made it's way to the bed.

"Thank's God, I was thinking that Harry was making you suspicious." Old lady said bitterly.

"It was hard to make my way here and this form." Cat said and stopped near the bed, that lady could see him.

"I need your owner'a help." She confessed.

"We know. That is why I am here, but don't know the details."

"I wanted to give up the mansion. To get rid of it, make family free. But of course they have stepped in." Old lady frowned with disgust.

"Well it was sure, that it won't be so easy."

"Officials said that until my last family won't be proven that don't want to take care of the mansion or simply can't take care, because of money, there is no way of making of it museum."

"So they even messed with office." Cat said perking it's ears.

"Yes. There is a threat, that all will start again. I have no time to meet my distant family and tell them about our messed up past. Pretty sure that they won't believe me anyway. So you will have to take care of that. They can't stay there and they have to give up this stupid building."

"Well it's not like when the building is gone, all the problems will disappear. The bond will be still there."

"Yes, but the ritual place will be no more, all the knowledge and items will be gone. Some spells will break. Even town might get free from dark influence. It will be hard for them go rebuild that somewhere else.

"I will go and tell my owner about everything." Cat promised and licked it paw. "But now let me keep your company."

Animal jumped on the bed and sit on old lady's lap demanding headpats. She gladly provided them till her hand stopped and last breath left her mouth. Cat purred softly making sure that her soul is safe.

}*{

Namjoon stepped out of the car and looked at building in front of him. He put his hands in the pockets. The gate was closed and strong walls were protecting land inside. It looked old and untreated. Through a gate you could see entrance to the garden and main entrance to the big manor. It was already late, moon poking from behind a clouds made a little light. He walked to the gate and put a hand in shadow place then

walk

through

the

darkness till he reached other side. He did the same with big doors and found himself inside. There was dust, unplesant smell and silence, but he remembered those halls too good. There was big, main space and staircase which were splitting up, leading up and to the left and right where were rooms. Entrance to the basement was also through this room, same as kitchen and second part of the manor. He wasn't alone.

Shadows shifted slighty and into his view came six characters. Wide smile appeard on his handsome face.

"Is thar true hyung? That's why we all are here?"Jimin asked coming closer.

"Better be that or I will throw hands." said Yoongi and leaned on pillar in opposite.

"Our man has confirmed that there is another descendant. They have rejected idea of the museum for now and have stated that it must to be prooven that descendant can't take care of mansion to make it museum." Namjoon has spoken quietly.

"So we have chance to take it all back?" Jungkook's wide and bunny smile appeard.

"Maybe, now they have to brought here this person."

"All right let's go back to the work guys." Jin stated and they all have disappeard in the blink of the eye.

#bts x reader #bts soulmate au #poly bts #supernatural #mystery #dark romance #yandere bts #yandere x you #horror #demons #bts jin #bts namjoon #bts yoongi #bts hoseok #bts jimin #bts taehyung #bts jungkook #bts ff

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authurials · 2 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ... 2/3

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 . harwin looks to make good on his promise to wed you by the end of day

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 . one / three

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓��𝐈𝐍𝐒 . 18+ situations

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . pushed through this while feeling under the weather, but finally it is done and i can turn my attention towards the longer piece i’ve been thinking about (hint: it has the main character as the younger sister of harwin and larys). it will be strictly posted on ao3 but i’ll post on here when it’s published and when each update comes out. now in terms of this piece, i might (and that’s a strong might), make a third part at some point about their first time as husband and wife because that was my intention with this piece but as of now i don’t have it in me to write smut. with all that being said, remember to like, comment and reblog if you enjoy reading! do not repost/claim as your own please

𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 accusing stare of a dragon was not a comfortable position to be in you were quickly coming to realize; it was a situation in which not even a cup of wine like the one in front of you could offer any real resolve to. When placed in a predicament such as yours all one could really do was sit and wait and maybe hope for a bit of mercy from the dragon. After all, it was you that was the cause of all the dragon’s ire and frustrations on that particularly gloomy morning.

Across from you sat the future queen of the Seven Kingdoms, the pale-haired beauty that was Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen; she sat stoically with her cup of wine in hand, bringing it slowly to her lips without ever taking her eyes off of you. It would be foolishly prideful of you to deny any idea as to why your lover had been so bewitched and loyal to her all of these years. She was pretty after all–ridiculously so; but not only that, she had this indescribable aura about her, one that exuded this undeniable affinity for power and fire.

Rhaenyra Targaryen was truly a dragon–one that you had managed to piss off.

“Ser Harwin Strong came to me earlier this morning,” she finally broke the tension after taking a sip from her cup. Setting it down, she continued, “but I suppose you were already aware of his intention to visit.”

“I was, your grace,” you bowed your head, both in an attempt to seem respectful and as a way to escape her piercing gaze; her eyes were dark that day, resembling the steel of that of a freshly constructed blade–heat still sizzling on the sharp edge.

Earlier that day, before the sun had barely broken free of the horizon and rose steadily into the sky, you had awoken for once in the arms of Ser Harwin Strong–your shared lover, your newly intended husband. It was not often that he could stay long enough for you to fall asleep let alone hold you in his arms throughout the night, and upon these rare occasions you would commonly take advantage with a late start to the day. However, that morning was not one for such luxuries and Harwin had departed soon after awakening, wasting no time in making good on his promise to be wed by the end of that day.

“Then I am sure you are also aware of his intention to step down as Lord Commander,” the princess hummed, “and take you as his wife.”

There was no point in denying it really; the princess had been aware of your presence in Harwin’s life since before they even began their affair together. She was also aware that there had never been any way in which to forbid Harwin from being with you–she had never wanted to try and cage him in such a way; so instead the two of you had had an unspoken understanding, you kept quiet about what you knew and she would allow Harwin to continue seeing you.

“Yes, I am aware of this,” you replied after a moment’s pause, finally raising your head once more to meet her gaze.

“I told him I could not allow this,” Rhaenyra’s lips were set in a grim line, your own down-turning into a frown as your heart skipped a beat. “His stepping down as Lord Commander will only further the suspicions surrounding my children in court, I am sure you can understand this.”

“Your grace-” you opened your mouth to defend your position; already the hope that had filled you since last night was dwindling away like a weak flame.

“But it appears he cannot be swayed from this decision,” the princess cut you off with a sigh, finger tracing the rim of her cup as she thoughtfully looked at its contents.

“I-” you took a deep breath to calm yourself once more, it would do you no good to become upset and therefore irrational. “I am not quite sure I understand what you are saying.”

Rhaenyra’s gaze met yours once more, holding it there as she spoke, “it is apparent that Ser Harwin is of one mind and cannot be persuaded to see better reason.”

She shifted in her chair, straightening her back as she folded her hands in front of her.

“And although it pains me to let him go,” she continued, smiling sadly, “the thought of refusing him this pains me more oddly enough.”

A part of you dared not believe what you were hearing, fearful to hope that after all these years of waiting things could fall into place so easily. If Harwin and you were to have the princess’ blessing, the only obstacle left in your path would be that of your current promise to Larys. Your father could hardly refuse a better match–Harwin was the heir of his father, and a knight unlike any other in the realm. The only problem you could foresee is Harwin’s father, who might not take kindly to you snubbing one son for the other.

“Although,” Rhaenyra’s voice drew you back to the matter at hand, “perhaps I could persuade you to make him see how foolish he is being?”

“Your grace?” You frowned.

“This union will have its consequences,” she explained, “not only for Harwin and I, but you as well. Surely you know that I am not the only one they whisper about in the court? These rumors will only worsen if you are intent on marrying, especially as soon as tonight; it will be seen as confirmation of what they suspected all along.”

“And what is it that they suspect?” You asked, raising an eyebrow; you were well aware of what people said about you, you just wanted to hear Rhaenyra say it.

“That Ser Harwin has been bedding us both, and that he has managed to put a babe into you as he has done to me thrice now,” she offered you a crooked smile. “Only this time his trysts have caught up to him and now he is being forced to marry you.”

You snorted, breaking out into laughter that the princess soon joined in; although there was truth to it, the drama of it all was rather amusing to the both of you.

“I care not for what others think,” you said once you had both finished, one last chuckle escaping your lips as you smiled fondly at the woman across from you. “I only care that I will finally be able to call the man I have loved for so many years my husband, and that he will call me his wife. They can say what they want about me, our love is my armor as your station is yours, princess.”

She regarded you with amusement still warm in her eyes, bowing her head respectfully before standing up.

“Then there is nothing more for us to discuss.”

Leaving the princess’ apartments was like leaving a dream, a dream that you could hardly dare believe to be true even as the proof was waiting for you outside. Harwin was leaning against the wall, arms crossed as he waited, but the moment the door opened to reveal you he was pushing off to greet you. After a quick glance around, you noted that there was no one to bear witness to the exchange so you relaxed as he took your hands. Feeling the leather of his gloves under your fingers, you looked up into his concerned eyes.

“When I heard she had called you for a meeting in her solar, I feared-” he began.

“I know,” you interjected, nodding. “I feared the worst as well but I believe the princess has come to see that this is inevitable.”

“I do not wish to cause her any pain,” Harwin admitted, ducking his head.

“Nor do I,” you insisted, pushing back a curtain of curls as you reach up to cup his face, “but she understands this is what you–we–want. She wants you to be happy, Harwin.”

“And I want the same for her,” Harwin hummed, looking up to gaze into your eyes. “Does that upset you?”

You paused for a moment, contemplating the answer to his question. Many a time you had found yourself jealous of the relationship Harwin had with Princess Rhaenyra; it was only natural after all to not want to share the man you loved with another, and certainly not with one as beautiful as her. Not only had you envied her beauty, but also the sons she had bore Harwin, the sons you had not been allowed to give him. A part of you would most likely always resent the woman for what she had been able to share with Harwin, but now that resentment dulled in comparison to the respect you now held for the future heir.

“No,” you laughed softly, smiling. “I would expect nothing less from the man that I love then to wish the best for the mother of his children. She will always be a part of who you are, Harwin, and since I adore every part of you then there is love in my heart for her as well.”

“You never fail to surprise me,” Harwin chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. Pulling away, he muttered, “and every part, you say?”

“That is quite enough of that, ser,” you scold teasingly, even as you leaned up for another kiss, “at least until we are wed.”

“Then thank the gods I intend to make you mine this very night,” he smirked. “I had just finished speaking with our fathers when I heard word of your meeting with Princess Rhaenyra.”

“You spoke with my father?” You asked, suddenly uneasy once more. “What did he say?”

“He was surprisingly more agreeable than my own,” Harwin sighed, folding his hands behind his back as he stood to his full height once more. The pair of you began to walk, you listening intently as Harwin recounted what transpired. “Of course, why would he not be? I am my father’s heir, after all, and if you are to be my wife that would make our children the heirs to Harrenhal.”

“And your father?” You pressed, remembering your earlier concerns.

“He has….concerns,” Harwin hesitated, looking straight ahead as you continued on your way. “There is Larys of course, which you have already been betrothed to; luckily an official announcement has yet to be made, which will make for less questions when we wed. However, father has made it clear I am to find him a suitable replacement as soon as possible.”

“In a way of apology?” You inquired.

“Aye,” he nodded, frowning. “Yet it is not only my brother that causes my father hesitation, but also the implications of our hasty union.”

“People will talk,” you agree, “not that they are not already–this will simply confirm what they all already believe to be true.”

“I am aware,” he sighs, “but that offers little comfort to my father’s ailing fears over our House’s reputation.”

“He is opposed to us marrying then,” you stated with certainty, teeth beginning to worry your bottom lip.

“Not opposed,” Harwin shakes his head, taking you around the corner, your hand tucked into the corner of his elbow; it is then that you realize the both of you are headed back towards your chamber. “I will not deny that he has his concerns, but he ultimately has agreed to support the union because at least it will put a stop to the speculation–eventually. I would also like to think he wishes his son to be happy with the woman that he loves.”

He nudged you teasingly, causing you to smile with ease once more as you continued your walk. There was more to discuss and much to do if the two of you were to be joined that night, something Harwin continued to insist upon despite your own insistence that you were okay with a longer engagement.

“Afraid you will change your mind, my lord?” You asked, both in jest and out of your own curiosity.

“Never,” Harwin passionately declared as you stopped outside the door to your chambers; you could hear the bustle of someone from within, though you chose not to question it at that time. “I simply wish to waste no more time in making you mine–wholly and completely. I will hesitate no longer when it comes to this matter.”

“This matter,....” you teased, rolling your eyes. “You make it sound so romantic.”

“It is what I do best,” he chuckled, giving your hand one last squeeze before letting it go. “It appears the handmaids I requested have arrived and begun preparations for tonight. It would be rude to keep them waiting any longer, my love, so I am afraid we must part ways–for now.”

“Handmaids?” You raised an eyebrow. “My, you have been busy this morning, Ser Harwin.”

“As I said before–no more hesitating,” he smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips as his hands rested on your lower back. “My decisions must be quick and sure from now on if I am to be your lord husband. Now, into your chambers with you, wench.”

“Harwin!” You gasped as you felt the sharp sting of his hand on your rear end, gone as quick as it had come. Staring up at him in bewilderment, he chuckled and turned to leave, striding down the hallways and leaving you a blushing mess. Not for the first time, you thanked the gods for the emptiness of your surroundings before quickly disappearing into your room.

You were greeted by the two familiar faces of your fellow handmaids, girls younger than yourself who had yet to etch out something for themselves in this world. They welcomed you with excited praises and congratulations, wasting no time in helping you undress so that you may soak in the warm bath they had drawn for you. There was still plenty of time before the wedding, but Harwin had made his instructions clear that you were to be pampered until then.

“I cannot believe you are to be wed this very night, my lady,” one of the girls, Dacey, sighed dreamily; she sat beside the tub, working on some needlepoint while she waited for you to finish so her and the other handmaid, Maege, could help you dress.

“And to someone as handsome as Ser Harwin Strong,” Maege giggled from across the room, laying out your clothes carefully on the bed.

“Handsome, yes,” Dacey nodded, “and strong.”

“I am indeed a very lucky lady,” you laughed, dragging the washcloth down your arm as you regarded the younger girls with amusement. At their age you too had been titillated at the prospect of marriage, having had this romanticized outlook on it; and though you were lucky enough now to marry the man that you loved, you knew that that was not always the case. However, you hoped that someday Maege and Dacey could find their own Ser Harwin–men that were handsome and strong and kind to them.

It is what all women deserved, after all.

“Are you nervous?” Maege asked once you were out of the tub and dried off; you were now pulling on your undergarments, stepping into them with skin still flushed from the warm bath. Behind you, Dacey helped pull together the ties and secure them together, fingers working quickly as Maege unraveled the pieces of your gown.

“A bit I suppose,” you smiled, smoothing out the wrinkles in your undergarment’s skirt. “Although I have known Ser Harwin for years and I feel rather comfortable with him….”

“Do you now?” Dacey asked. You could practically hear the knowing smirk in her voice and you felt yourself blush, fearful you might have let too much slip.

Thankfully, Maege came to rescue by lifting up the layers of underskirt that would go under your gown; together, she and Dacey attached the underskirts to your waist, securing them in place so that they would not slip and fall. The gown itself was a creamy yellow color, pale with golden embroidery on the bodice and sleeves, but otherwise plain in its design. However, you found that you loved its simplicity as the handmaids lifted it so they could lower it over your head and arms. Once the gown was tightened in the back by Dacey, you were free to see yourself for the first time in the mirror.

As you stood in front of it, hands gripping the thickness of its skirts as your still damp hair curled around your face, it finally hit you that you were truly going to be married that very night; not only that, but it was to be with the man you had loved for so many years–since you were a girl of six and ten. There would be no more sneaking around, no more moontea, no more having to hide what you and Harwin were.

“You look beautiful,” Maege smiled over your shoulder, Dacey nodding in agreement as the three of you looked at your reflections in the mirror.

It didn’t dawn on you how nervous you truly were until you were standing outside the small chambers of the sept later that night. Your father stood by your side as you worried your hands together and waited, pacing slightly back and forth.

“What ails you, daughter?” He asked, looking rather reserved with his hands folded behind his back; your relationship with your father had never been a close one, having spent much of the past few years apart with you at court and him off at Harrenhal.

“Nothing, nothing,” you shook your head, frowning as you continued your measured steps. “Well, I suppose it is not nothing….is it natural to be this nervous?”

Your father smiled, looking down at his shoes as he addressed you with a soft laugh: “I am afraid so, my dear. The day I wed your mother, I felt as if the nerves would consume me–and I wasn’t even the one who had to walk down that aisle.”

At the mention of your mother you stopped, looking over at him carefully; your mother had been long since dead, taken by a sickness that had spread throughout your homefront like a barely contained fire. At the time of her passing you had been a girl of two and ten, not yet a woman bloomed and forever without the guidance only a mother could provide. To this day the ghost of her memory haunted the space between you and your father, neither of you able to bridge the gap her absence had created. Yet, in that moment, with your father’s admission, you felt closer to him than you had in all these years.

“It is time,” your father hummed, holding out his hand for you to take. “Shall we, daughter?”

You took a deep breath and took it, allowing him to tuck your arm in the crook of his just as the double doors of the sept were pulled open. The chamber was dimly lit by oil lanterns hung high in the rafters and melting candles scattered about on every available surface. The pews of the religious sept were empty aside from near the front where Harwin’s father and brother sat to the left, similar to Harwin standing at attention on the same side with the septon beside him. The sight of him in his finest cloak and tunic had your heart fit to burst, heavy for once not with the ache of a forbidden love but with your desire for this man.

Your future was now so clearly stretched out in front of you as you were led down the aisle. You could see you and Harwin years from now, husband and wife, children at your feet playing as you both rested by the fire. To some it might have seemed terribly boring, but for you it was all you had ever really wanted, and now it would finally be yours.

As you stopped in front of Harwin, whose own eyes looked nowhere but at you, the septon cleared his throat and began the ceremony: “who here today gives this woman away?”

“Her father does,” your father spoke, placing your hand into Harwin’s outstretched one. You were drawn closer so you were standing by Harwin’s side, the pair of you situated in front of the septon as he continued.

“Very good–” The man nodded. “We stand here in the sight of the gods and men to witness the union of man and wife: one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.”

With shaking hands, the septon leans forward and ties a pale ribbon around yours and Harwin’s joined hands. As he does, you lift your head to look into Harwin’s eyes, crinkled at the edges as he smiles warmly at you. You smile back nervously, bowing your head once more as the ribbon was finally secured.

“Let it be known that these two are one heart, one flesh, one soul,” the septon spoke. “Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder. In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words-”

Hands still tied together, Harwin and you turned to look at one another as you began to resight your vows: “Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger….”

As you said the words together, lips moving in sync, gazes unwavering, you were suddenly that girl of six and ten again; meeting Harwin by the Gods Eye under the secrecy of night, stealing glances in the great hall at meals, brief moments together in the shadowed corners of a hallway. Through it all, you had always hoped for this moment.

“I am hers,” Harwin said, “and she is mine. From this day, until the end of my days.”

As he spoke, you felt that familiar ache in your throat, but ignoring the threat of tears, you repeated his words:

“I am his, and he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days.”

“With this kiss,” Harwin smiled, leaning down, “I pledge my love.”

And with those words, you both sealed that promise with a kiss.

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BG3 FicFeb NSFW - Day 3

I'll be honest with you darlings I had every intention of making this one spicy but then feelings happened? Still, it was fun to write, and an interesting scenario I might re-use at a later date. Shortfic below the cut (still NSFW) with some CW/Tags for angst, hurt/comfort, scars, wounds, mention of character trauma, but I promise it is mostly on the fluffy comforting side~

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Day 3 - Body Worship

It had been far too long since Tav had found an opportunity to bathe properly. Not just scrubbing off with a damp cloth, or dunking into a freezing lake, a proper warm bath. Of course, taking advantage of having access to a brothel’s finer rooms whilst investigating a disappearance was something she took very seriously. She had to be completely certain she wouldn’t miss a vital clue amongst the perfumed soaps and soft towels. Who knew when the last piece of information they needed might be at the bottom of a wine bottle, or lurking in the bowl of fresh fruit…

“Well, that is certainly better than a murky pond.” Astarion echoed her thoughts as he sank into the water beside her. “Gods that feels good.”

“We should take up the role of investigators more often.” Tav chuckled, reaching for the silver bowl that held a fresh sponge and some soaps. “Here, let me, for once.”

“You don’t need to-”

“I want to.” She left little room for further complaint, taking his hand in her own and delicately sponging away the dirt that seemed to cling to his nails.

“I am not about to break, you know.” He watched her with an eyebrow raised as she continued to be far more gentle than he felt he deserved.

“I know.” If anything, Tav slowed slightly, taking a moment to caress his fingers reverently. “But the world has been rough enough with you lately. Is there anything wrong with a little tenderness instead?”

“Yes- No. Maybe.” He wasn’t even sure what he was trying to say as she brought his hand to her lips and kissed each fingertip in turn. “You…Well…” He sighed, giving in to her care instead for now.

“Relax, Astarion, please.” She trailed a line of kisses up his forearm to his elbow, her fingers gently brushing the faint lines of decades old scars and far fresher bruises marking his pale form. “You know, you really are beautiful.”

“I know.” He replied, out of reflex. “Sorry, old habits… I suppose truly I have no idea if I am or not, other than the parts of myself I can see clearly. Even the water doesn’t hold my reflection any more.”

“Then let me be your mirror.” She smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair that threatened to fall forwards into his eye. “Now, where was I?”

Tav began to wash his other hand and arm, with the same reverence she had used before, but this time giving voice to the thoughts that floated through her mind as she did.

“Here, your fingers. I could comment on how skilled they are, how you can make me feel, but what I admire most is how they always find a solution. You’ve picked locks, disarmed traps-”

“You can do that just as well as I, my love.” He protested, though just as quickly his arguments met their rebuttal.

“Maybe, but you were the one who unlocked my heart.” Tav laughed at the absurdity of her own statement. “It’s cheesier than an entire dairy, I know, but it’s true. I spent my whole life just going from one fling to the next, living each day like it might be my last. Living like that…well you just don’t think of a future. Or who you might spend it with. It was better to just enjoy what I could when I could. Besides, attachments could be exploited.”

“And you see a future now? With tadpoles in our brains, and the threat of an actual mindflayer Elder Brain looming quite literally over our heads?” Despite his words, his expression was soft in the low light of the room.

“I see one worth fighting for.” She leaned forwards and stole a kiss, but only for a moment, pulling back to leave him wanting more.

“Such a tease, my love.”

“I learned from the best~” She put on the hint of a flirtatious tone to match his voice. “Anyway… Here. This part next.”

“A scar, darling? Really?” He almost pulled his arm back, like her touch burned the mark deeper into his skin.

“This was not long after we met. I remember worrying that you might lose too much blood if the wound were just a fraction to the left.” Tav dipped the sponge in the warm bathwater again and carefully cleaned the area, rinsing off the soap when she was done. “But that’s not what I think most when I look at it, or any of the other marks that battle has left upon you.”

“Enlighten me, what is it that you see in such a blemish?” Astarion frowned, struggling to see what she meant.

“Endurance. A fight that didn’t end you. A strength that goes beyond what you can lift in your arms.” She sat back a moment, the myriad of scars across her own body clearer to see as she gestured to them. “Something we share, our will to live, and to be more than the world tried to make of us.”

“Well…I suppose…” He sighed, looking closer at Tav’s form now. Subtle muscles and soft curves, the map of old wounds telling as many stories as his own, and not one of them diminished her beauty in his eyes. “There is some charm to them, maybe.”

She continued to cleanse the sweat and marks of the long days from his body with tender care, her praise like a balm to the bruises on his soul. She almost paused when it was time to move around to his back. “Is it alright if I…?”

“There is nobody I trust more to resist the urge to put a dagger between my ribs.” He mimicked the motion playfully with empty hands as he spoke. “Oh no need to be so serious, my darling, the point is that I trust you. Completely.”

The vampire shifted, turning his back to her. The view was always a painful one - he was free, but the marks remained, the knowledge of the pain in their making broke her heart if she let those thoughts back in. “Even this,” she began carefully, “has never once diminished your worth.”

Tension rose in his shoulders, even as she tried to massage it away. “A poem of subjugation is all that is, a beautiful lie that promised power.”

“And yet you are more powerful than ever, you didn’t let the lie consume you. How about this instead.” She put the sponge aside, and began carefully tracing her own pattern across his back as if overwriting the scars his past had left. “I’ll write my own verse for you, let it erase the old one.”

“What is it exactly that you’re writing?” A hint of worry tinted the curiosity in his voice as it dropped a little quieter than it had been before.

She leaned forward and whispered close in his ear. “My wedding vows.”

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The Greed of Men Part 2

Warnings: mentions of violence, The Darkling

Word count: 1200ish

“How were you missed by the testers?” That’s the first question he asks you. Not entirely what you had expected.

“The same way Alina did. I taught her how to do it. All it takes is a little pain to fool most testers.”

“You kept her from me?” The Darkling asks in carefully controlled anger.

“I didn’t know what she was, just that she felt different. I kept a young girl from being sent off to war,” you correct.

“But you knew what you were by then. Didn’t you?” It’s not a question.

“Yes.” You began summoning somewhere around 6 or 7, old enough to know about Grisha, too young to really understand. Your parents did, though. They seemed to think beating you would get rid of the ‘Black Heretic’s Corruption’. It didn’t. Instead it made you sneaky, controlled, hyper aware of the people around you and resistant to pain. You learned to use your summoning in small, less noticeable ways. You could pick a lock without moving your hands, tie a note in a rope you couldn’t see, stitch torn clothing to appear temporarily mended. You could even sink yourself into the shadows and out of sight.

“How long have you known?” A question you don’t want to answer.

“Since I was a child.”

“And your family? The people you were born to, did they share the same ability?

“No.”

“Surely someone would have spread the news of a new shadow summoner not of my line. You hid from my testers, but how did you hide from the rest of Ravka?”

“Carefully.”

“Are you being willfully obtuse or are you just dimwitted?” The insult is said evenly, testing the waters.

“It would be so much easier for you if it was the latter. Wouldn’t it?” You grin.

“Too easy, I suppose,” he murmurs. “How did you come to arrive at the orphanage?”

“I ran away from home at 12. Living on the streets was dangerous. I chose the safety of the orphanage until I aged out.”

“Why did you run?”

“Why do you think?” You snap. He raises an eyebrow both in question and warning. “A Shadow Summoner born into a non Grisha family who lived their life within sight of the fold? I was lucky they didn’t burn me the moment they first saw me summon.”

You’re grateful he doesn’t continue to pry, you don’t know how much you could stand to tell him tonight. Instead he asks a question that fills you with shame. One of the rare things in life you regret. “Does she know?”

“No, I plan on telling her tonight. Granted that you hold true to your word, of course.” You really shouldn’t be taunting a man who has decades of summoning practice on you. You honestly don’t know how old he is, rumor has it he’s over a century. His face is young, but his eyes have a depth to them you haven’t seen before.

The Darkling pauses to think for a moment before saying, “No. It could be advantageous to keep your summoning secret for the time being.”

“I’ve kept it a secret from her for long enough. It’s bad enough that I told you first, she’s going to be livid.”

“Be that as it may, having the element of surprise may help you keep her safe. Would it not?”

“Don’t you pull that manipulation bullshit on me, Shadow Man. Unless you give me a specific reason and a timeline, I am telling her tonight.”

The Darkling glares at you, likely for both your attitude and nickname for him. It’s honestly one of the more attractive ones.

“Give me a week. I would like to appraise your capability for myself, in private. At that point, we can discuss whether or not to tell the younger Ms. Starkov and, consequently, the rest of Ravka.”

“Tell me what happened to the letters Mal and I sent and it’s a deal,” you counter.

“They were read and burned.” He’s direct and emotionless.

“Read by whom?” Your voice is almost a growl. Saints, this man is a piece of work.

“Me.”

“So you read me begging my baby sister to let me know she was okay, for months, and didn’t allow any communication to get through?” Your voice is a viper’s hiss, the warning before a strike. The room darkens and you aren’t sure which of you is causing it this time.

“It would have been a security risk to allow communication between the three of you.” He’s unphased. You’re angry, abnormally so. Usually you have a tight grip on your temper, but you have spent months trying to get to your sister. Weeks of searching for news, only to find out she’s been presented at the Grand Palace upon arrival. You had tried to get into the Little Police the official way multiple times and you had been denied. At this point, Soldat Sol was becoming an increasing noise in the ears of the people. You chose to take some time evaluating the threat before you essentially turned yourself over to the most dangerous man on the continent. You had killed to protect her, taking out the most vile of the cult, the ones who would see her sacrificed to the fold. You would do it again in a heartbeat. You had little remorse for people who would so easily harm a child. Alina may be of adult age, barely at that, but she was still so young and naive to the ways of the world.

“Bullshit, Darkling. You wanted her isolated, no friends but the ones you allowed her. You wanted her to come to you, before anyone else. I heard about the ambush and your dashing rescue on the way to Os Alta. I wouldn’t be surprised if you arranged that to make yourself her hero,” you spit.

The Darkling’s shadows fill the room. His dark feels different from your own, but familiar in a way you can’t place. You can still see him through the dark and you watch him stalk towards you. You hold your ground and show no fear. You know he won’t kill you. That would ruin whatever trust he’s built with Alina. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of your fear.

“I have never and will never put Alina in harm's way. I have protected her from the King, the court, radicalists, fanatics, and assassins. She has been fed, sheltered, and taught. Her wasting sickness healed. In all honesty, what can you do that I cannot?”

He’s within arm’s reach, staring down his nose at you, but his towering form doesn’t deter you as you answer, “I can keep her safe from you.”

You were surprised he had let you go so easily after that. Alina had been biting her nails when you opened the door. The Darkling announced his decision to let you stay, adding that he would like to take some time to get to know the Sun Summoner’s sister and that he would come to you tomorrow afternoon. Alina was excited to share everything with you and she chattered well into the night about her new friends, her lessons, her squaller arch nemesis, and the heart render she had yet to make smile. You were exhausted from the day, but you couldn’t interrupt your sister. She looked so healthy, so bright. Like she held the sun under her skin. She was happy, you realized. You would do anything to keep her like this. If anyone deserved to live a good life, it was her.

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Kiss Full of Color Makes me Wonder Where You've Always Been // Luke Hemmings

notes: So this was supposed to be another collab but as @kindahoping4forever mentioned, I was feeling it and Crystal didn't want to interrupt the flow. She did the graphic and is amazing so show her some love too! :) Anyway, we're here to continue our confirmed mind loss in the Luke Lane.

Warnings: Boyfriend!Luke coming in hot with first sex in an established relationship (like it's the first time they are sleeping together not like first time first time.) there is some dirty talk but it's not filthy, just sweet.

Word Count: 4290

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You grumble as you turn over once again, exhausted but unable to sleep. You open your eyes to peek at the clock and grumble again when you see how little time has passed since you last looked. This night feels endless.

Your eyes flicker over to the nightstand and you run through your mental catalog of toys in the drawer, wonder if there’s something in there that could maybe lull you to sleep with an orgasm. You sigh, knowing that’s been a dead end recently. It’s not what you really want.

Your mind naturally lands on the subject of your new boyfriend, Luke. You’ve been dating for a few months now but he’s been gone for most of it, writing a new album with his band. You’ve gotten to know each other quite well via texting and phone calls and you know enough to know you really like him but there’s still a sweet sense of hesitation when it comes to being physical. You’ve fooled around a bit, gotten each other off both in person and on the phone, but you haven’t had sex, haven’t even been naked together yet, which is why it feels a bit weird to be considering calling him at 2AM. In any other context, this would definitely be seen as a booty call.

You shrug, hoping he’ll understand your intentions are pure. You grab your phone and send off a “Hey.” Before you can even set it back down, your screen is lighting up in the dark: he’s calling.

“I was literally just thinking about you,” he says warmly. “Didn’t think you’d still be awake.”

You grin because hearing his voice is actually quite nice. “Eh… having trouble sleeping. What are you up to?”

“Actually, I just got home… you wanna come over? I’m sure we could find something to wear you out.”

You swear you can hear the dirty grin in his voice and you smile, letting your mind wander to the last encounter you had with him before he left town. His broad, shirtless frame hovering over you in a hot and heavy make out session, you sinking your teeth into his shoulder while the two of you ground your hips together, leading up to him going down on you and you reciprocating. It fueled your personal fantasies and your phone sex sessions for weeks afterward.

“It’s late,” you chuckle. Your words are protesting but your body is moving around your room, changing into denim shorts, putting on a bra and looking for a cute top. You weren’t necessarily trying to impress him but you also didn’t want him to think you were a slob.

“But you’re not sleeping and neither am I… plenty of room in this bed if you do get tired…” He lets his point hang there, almost like he knows you’re actually thinking it over. “It’s also late enough that traffic won’t be an issue and if you come here, we don’t have to worry about waking up your roommate.”

“Seems like you’ve got an answer for everything… are you trying to take advantage of me?” You joke, already packing a bag to take with you.

“I don't think I’d call it taking advantage… seem to remember you inviting yourself into my lap last time I saw you,” he jokes. “But if you truly just wanna come sleep in my bed, I’m fine with that too. I'd just like to see ya.”

“Are you asking me to sleep over?”

“Uh… yeah, I guess I am. You coming?”

“I’m already out the door, Hemmings.”

“I guess I’ll see you soon. Drive safe.”

Luke leans against the door frame, wearing a well worn shirt, holes displaying his skin, and loose basketball shorts. When you’re within arms reach, he grins and reaches for you, cupping your face to pull you in for a kiss. “Hi,” he murmurs, pulling you inside.

“Hey,” you smile at him. He grabs your bag and takes it to his room while you kneel to pet Petunia.

He pads back out to where you are. “Want wine or anything?” He asks.

“Uh… sure, a glass could be nice,” you agree. He grabs your hand to lead you to the kitchen and you notice the house is mostly dark, save for a couple lamps emitting a soft glow.

You watch him effortlessly reach for a couple glasses and he picks a bottle from the wine rack. He hands it to you: it’s red and definitely more expensive than anything you’d buy, but you nod. He pours the glasses and hands you one, making eye contact.

His blue eyes were absolutely the first thing you’d noticed about him, followed by how broad he was. But you couldn’t say what you liked more now that you’d gotten your hands on him.

You stand and sip for a moment before he wraps his arm around you and walks you to his room. It’s brighter in the room and his suitcase is on the floor and open, clearly rummaged through.

“I missed you, you know,” he murmurs, pulling you in by the waist.

“I missed you,” you admit, hugging him. He kisses the top of your head as his arm tightens around you.

He holds you for a little longer before sitting on his bed. He watches as you look around his room. “Oh… you’ve never been in here before, have you?”

“Nope,” you shake your head. “I think this is only the third time I’ve been to your house at all.”

He pulls you over and sets the wine glasses on the bedside table. His hands rest on the back of your thighs while your arms immediately go around his neck.

His head tilts back and he looks up at you, you push his curls off his face and lean in for a kiss, letting your fingers gently scratch at his scruff. He lets out a quiet moan and pulls back just enough to say “Yeah.” Before you realize what’s happening, he’s sliding his hands down and smoothly pulling from behind your knees so you’ll straddle him.

“Oh!” You yelp with surprise.

He smiles wide as you settle onto his lap. His hands caress your waist and you lean in for another kiss. He quickly deepens it and you tangle your fingers in his curls, enjoying the contact and the kissing and his hot little moans when you bite his lip.

His hands move down to your ass, giving a squeeze, you drop your hands to his waist and gently push under the hem of his shirt, grazing your fingertips along his sides, gently stroking his skin with your thumbs. He lets out a soft sigh and you decide that you want to hear all his noises. You’re sure you’ve heard a lot of them, probably even most of them, but you want more to power those nights when he’s away.

He interrupts your thought process, pulling out of the kiss to reach behind his head and pull his shirt off. He leans in to kiss you but you pull back, trying to get a good look at his shirtless frame.

“Oh, I’m sorry, should I not…” he starts.

You grin at him and shake your head, “I just wanna look at you. Trying to familiarize myself with the expanse of your shoulders.” You drag your fingers from his neck across his shoulders. “Your freckles…”

He takes a deep breath, smiling softly at you. “Take your time.” You lean in to kiss him, relaxing your body against him. You gently scratch through his chest hair and his fingers work at the buttons on your shirt. “You’re gorgeous, y’know,” he murmurs.

“And you're incredibly handsome.” You rest your forehead against his as he pushes your shirt off your shoulders; you shrug it the rest of the way off and he starts kissing on the newly exposed skin.

It’s when he grabs you by your hips and tosses you onto your back that you decide that if he’s ready for sex tonight, then you definitely are too. He lays next to you and you kiss his nose before slotting your lips together.

Luke drags his hand up your body, tucking his fingertips under the hem of your bralette as his lips work down your neck. His hand engulfs your breast, fingers tugging your nipple. It’s the first time you realize he’s got his rings on because they feel so cool against your skin.

“Lu,” you moan, taking a couple shallow breaths.

He pushes up and sits back on his heels. He freezes with his hand on your breast, his other hand midway through pushing up your thigh. “Sorry,” he pants. “Do you wanna stop?”

“Quite the opposite, handsome.” You snap the waist of his shorts with one hand and your other encourages him to continue massaging you. You tease, “Is it usually your instinct to stop when a girl moans for you?”

He smiles. “Just don’t want to push too far,” he replies, letting his fingers graze over the front of your panties through the leg of your shorts. “It’s been a while since we've done anything together… in person, anyway. Just wanna make sure we want the same things.”

“I was gonna tease you for being shy but asking for consent is actually so fucking hot,” you groan, pushing your hips against his hand. “I promise you’ll know if I want to stop… but right now I’m ready to hear all your sounds and dirty words in person,” you admit, reaching your hand out to gently run your fingertips over his stomach.

He shudders at your touch, but stays where he’s at, his fingers still slowly and lightly brushing over the front of your panties. He eyes you closely as he pushes the fabric out of the way in favor of sliding his fingers through your folds. He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, grinning as you watch him curiously, “You taste better than I remember,” he comments as a cocky smirk crosses his features.

“You just gonna stare or are you gonna come down here and take care of me?”

“Oh, I’ll take care of you.” He grins and leans back in, pressing his lips to yours. He tugs at the button on your shorts and you lift your hips so he can pull them down and toss them across the room. You grab his face and pull him into another kiss, but it doesn’t last long.

His lips move down your neck, marking your collarbone. “Thought about you a lot while I was gone,” he mumbles. “Thought about that night before I left… how wet you got for me. Came just thinking about getting you to make those noises for me again.”

“Thought about you like that too, Lu… so noisy while I sucked your cock… such a turn on.” You tangle your fingers in his hair, arching your body into his kisses and touch, the dirty words comfortably spilling from your lips after weeks of phone sex.

He looks up at you, wide smile spreading across his face briefly before his lips press between your ribs. Both hands work on pushing your bra up so he can take it off of you. He looks you over quickly before leaning back into you to mouth over your breasts, finally sucking a nipple into his mouth.

Luke adjusts, putting a thigh between yours and you can feel how hard he is through the thin fabric of his shorts. You push his curls off his forehead and he looks up at you, eyes intense and full of lust. He pulls his mouth off, switches sides and uses his tongue to tease your nipple, circling it, flicking over it, never dropping eye contact.

You arch into him again, moaning at the fresh friction from the new placement of his thigh, he moans out too, squeezing his eyes closed.

You drag your fingertips over the back of his neck and down his shoulder. “Fuck Lu… missed the weight of you.”

“Missed your dirty little whines… been thinking about the way you’d take my cock, how tight and wet your pussy would feel around me,” he rasps, kissing down your body. He makes it to your belly button before you pull him back up by his hair. “How you’d look riding me…”

You moan out against his mouth. “Been thinking about that too.” Your words come out breathy as you grind against him and work your lips against his jaw, up to his ear, pulling his head back for better access. “Your hands on me, everywhere… grabbing my ass, you watching your cock disappear into me while I bounce on it, nails digging into your chest…” His hips hit extra hard at that and he strangles out a moan.

“Oh… fuck,” he groans as your teeth graze down his neck. His breath is shaky. “Wanna know how you’d sound, look, while I drive my hips up into you,” he moans. “Watch bruises form on your skin from how tight I hold you.”

You can feel the wet spot from his precum on your thigh and you reach down to cup his cock through his shorts. “Jesus, Lu, you’re gonna have us both cumming before either of us gets naked,” you groan, rolling your hips against his.

His breath is ragged as he presses your lips together. The kiss is slow and his body stills, allowing him to clear his head. “Mmm… you’re right babe, we gotta slow this down. Wanna enjoy you.” He kisses down your body, this time taking your underwear off. He kisses on both of your thighs, marking one and making sure to give you beard burn on the other, knowing you like that. He finally licks up the juices pooling at your entrance. Your body shudders at the feeling and his grip tightens at your hip and around your thigh. “I’ve got you, sweet thing,” he soothes. “You taste so damn good… so wet… bet I could just…” His voice trails off as he slowly presses two fingers into you. “Yeah… thought so,” he murmurs, easily working them in and out.

You look down at him, watching him both concentrated and amazed at how easily he’s able to work his fingers in and out of you. You wipe both hands over your face because you feel so damn good… and then his lips wrap around your clit and your hips buck and you claw at any skin of his you can reach. “Oh, oh… Lu… baby… please.”

He hums against you, amused, happy to have a moment to calm his body so he can thoroughly enjoy wrecking you. He keeps his fingers working at a moderate pace, curling into the spot that makes you pull at his curls, buck your hips and try desperately to push his face closer to you. His fingers continue but he pulls his lips away. You whine desperately and his eyes light up with joy. You watch him devilishly lick his lips, knowing your eyes are concentrated on him - he’s driving you wild and he knows it. “That’s good, babe,” he praises. “Gonna cum for me?”

The teasing lilt in his voice is even hotter in person than it was on the phone and then there’s the smirk that accompanies it that you didn’t get to see before. Your teeth are sunk so deep in your lip you’re sure you should be bleeding. “Yeah,” you breathe. “Yes… please, Lu.”

His lips wrap back around your clit, fingers still working. He doesn’t bother trying to hold your hips down because he’s particularly fond of your sounds and the way you tug his hair. He hears the whine he knows well and it’s even better in person than it is over the phone. Your chest heaves and you clench around his fingers. He moans at the feeling but quickly withdraws. He slows his tongue down, working you through the orgasm until you're pushing him away.

You tug his hair to pull him up, grabbing his jaw to pull him into a kiss. “Missed your mouth,” you moan.

“You taste so so good.”

“You got condoms?” You ask, blinking innocently up at him. You watch his face soften briefly and he rests above you on his elbows.

“We don’t have to go there…”

You squeeze his hips. “Lu, we’ve got like four options here: We call it a night, I blow you, you go jerk off or we could finally have sex since you’re finally going to be home for more than three days.” Your fingers pull up his sides and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in. “And I’d prefer the last option… if you want to, of course.”

“Of course I want to,” he replies, slotting your lips together. He sits back on his heels, smiling widely at you, and you run your hands up his thighs under his shorts. He reaches into the nightstand and tosses a bottle of lube and a condom onto the bed.

You lick your lips as you move your hands up, over the tent in his shorts, to his hips. You slip your hands into the waistband and he quickly gets the point; he hops up off the bed, shimmying the shorts off. You hear the dull thud of his cock hitting his stomach and then he’s standing stark naked in front of you.

You sit up on your knees to take in the sight of him: he looks deliciously contradictory, somehow both angelic and sinful. His large, intimidating frame looms over you while his soft curls fall perfectly in his face, despite your hands tugging at them every which way. His blue eyes shine with both affection and lust, his tongue that just made you see stars peeks out from between his perfectly pink lips. The mark you’ve left on his neck, the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows thickly, his expansive shoulders, broad chest, the thick tufts of hair on his chest… there’s so much you want to get your hands on immediately but you want to stop and appreciate him more. “You look like you could eat me up right now,” he hums with a grin.

You smile up at him, reaching out to trace the puzzle piece tattoo on his ribs before pulling him in by his hips to look for more tattoos you hadn’t gotten to see before. You nip at his belly button appreciatively, run your fingers over his inked skin, stopping specifically to trace over his thigh tattoo.

His hand smooths over your hair. “Honey,” he murmurs, waiting for you to make eye contact. “First time naked together and I feel like you’re just here for the tattoos,” he quips, smiling.

“There’s just so much to see… appreciate… and I definitely do appreciate what I’m seeing,” you flirt, dragging your fingertips up his thigh, grazing the underside of his cock.

“Well… I like the way you're looking at me,” he rasps. Both hands tuck into your hair as he cradles your face and pulls you in for a kiss. Your hand wraps around his cock and he shudders. “I’m not gonna be able to take much more,” he admits, looking at you, still holding your face.

You pull him onto the bed with you. “Then let’s stop stalling.”

He pulls you in for another kiss and then the two of you are moving, trying to figure out positioning. It takes a few minutes before you're both laying back, heads on the same pillow, soft open mouth kisses while your hands explore a little more. He squeezes your ass and pulls you tighter against his body and that’s what ultimately gets you to roll him onto his back so you can straddle him.

“This OK for you?” You ask, reaching for the condom and lube.

“If it’s what you want,” he breathes. “I’ve got no problem with this. Gorgeous girl, great view…” You hand him the lube and unwrap the condom; you lean in to kiss him and roll the condom on while he pushes two lube covered fingers into you to spread it around.

You moan as he twists his fingers around and when he pulls out, you push yourself up and steady yourself against his firm chest with one hand, using the other to swipe the head of his cock through your folds, positioning at your entrance. You slowly start to take his cock, having to do a few shallow bounces before taking more of him, again and again until he’s bottomed out.

His head is already thrown back, eyes screwed shut, a slight pant leaving his lips. One hand grips tightly around your hip while the other cups your face, thumb tugging your bottom lip.

He whimpers as you roll your hips, a quiet moan leaves your mouth too. His eyes open and he finds you quickly, watching your body as you find a rhythm that causes both of you to moan. He doesn’t let go of your hip - in fact, you can feel the bruise forming - but his free hand explores your body.

You watch him watch you, his eyes are all over your body, fascinated as his cock disappears inside you, the way your body moves, working to bring pleasure to you both. He groans, “You feel so good.”

“Luke,” you gasp, slowing down a bit.

He bites his lip and asks, “Babe, can I?” You nod, lids half closed. He grips your hips and pushes you up a bit, planting his feet on the bed so he can thrust up into you. He quickly speeds up and you drop your hands to his chest, bracing yourself for the way his hips pound into yours, the slapping of skin just barely louder than the whimpers falling from your lips, the moaning and groaning from his.

You somehow pick up on his familiar whine, between all the other noises in the room, your own included.

“Holy fuck.” He cries out and you watch him strain for a couple more thrusts before making a deliciously dirty sound as he cums into the condom. He drops his hips back to the bed and gives you an extra tight squeeze at your hips.

You collapse forward on his chest. “Feel good, baby? Sound so fuckin’ good when you cum,” you pant, kissing on his neck, scratching your fingers through his chest hair.

“Yeah… yeah.” He nods, finally letting go of your hips. You push up and lay next to him, kissing him passionately. “Noticed you weren’t making your typical noises,” he points out quietly.

“Nah… but it always takes me a while to finish with new partners… plus you gave me a killer orgasm before, so…” you shrug, pecking his lips. You notice the concern in his eyes and reassure him, “Don’t think it wasn’t pleasurable for me just because I didn’t, Lu. You felt amazing and I can’t wait for us to do this more. But I’m happy to finish myself for now.”

“I’d be happy to help,” he offers, face going a little red.

You cup his face and offer him another soft kiss. “Why don’t you get cleaned up and then we’ll see about me.”

You’re still catching your breath when Luke comes back and he very quickly climbs on the bed, pulling you over and onto your side, hooking your leg over his hip. He kisses you as his fingers sneak between your thighs. “Mmm…” he hums. “Still wet for me.”

Luke’s lips kiss along your jaw until he’s nipping your earlobe and his two fingers push back into you as his thumb toys with your clit, quickly working you up again. You almost expect him to pick up into dirty talk again but instead he meets your moans into his ear with moans of his own, quickly hurtling you toward orgasm. You pull him closer, suddenly needing to feel his body against yours. His chest hair rubbing against your nipples is unlike any sensation you’ve ever felt before and it pushes you over the edge.

“Oh fuck… Luke,” you moan. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, teeth sinking into his chest as you try to muffle the desperate whine you let out as you cum. His fingers slow, thumb rubbing light circles over your clit as you come down.

You look up and the two of you share several slow kisses. He pulls his fingers away and cradles you closer to his body, letting you catch your breath. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead before showing you into the bathroom to clean up.

“Wanna shower or anything?”

You stretch your arms above your head, standing on your tiptoes, letting out a big yawn. “Nope, as promised, I’m worn out.”

When you wander back into his room, Luke is sitting against the headboard under the blankets. He smiles big at you and holds his arms out, “C’mere, honey.”

You’re instantly across the room, fitting yourself against him. He takes the moment to nuzzle his nose with yours. “I really enjoyed this, Lu,” you murmur into his neck.

“I’m glad you came over.” He squeezes you, kissing your forehead. He feels you yawn against him and announces, “Alright, time for bed.” He pulls the blanket down next to him and you crawl inside. He tucks you in, turns off the lights and presses himself against your back.

“So… round two in a few hours?” There’s a teasing in your voice but when you look back at him, he presses a kiss to your lips in eager agreement. “Good night, handsome,” you yawn, finally drifting off to sleep as Luke gently rubs your back.

#5sos smut #5 seconds of summer smut #Luke hemmings smut #cal-puddies writes #kiss full of color makes me wonder where you’ve always been #yes the title is from a Kasey musgraves song #yes I love this couple too #yes please leave feedback #as always #thank you

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krishgupt · 26 days

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Ash Betrayed (Part - 7)

At 9 AM, Ash woke up with Pikachu by his side. After freshening up He had a spoon of protein powder, a cup of milk and a liter of water. He then went on a 2.5 KM run with a bottle of water and treats for Pikachu.

At 10 AM, after his run with Pikachu, he goes to Professor Oak’s Ranch to spend time with his pokemons. After a few hours of being with his pokemons, he sat with Professor Oak and Gary, trying to learn from their research.

At 2 PM, Ash came back to Ketchum’s residence where he cooked lunch with Delia and Mr Mime. Afterward, he helped Delia in other house chores.

At 5 PM, Ash helped around the Farm and the rest of the time was spent on training and spending time with Delia before finally going to bed at 11 PM.

This was Ash’s routine for about a month before something happened which changed his life.

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Ash was sitting in front of his TV. It was about 3 PM and Ash was seeing a Pokemon Battle between Sabrina and a Ghost trainer. Even with type Advantage, the Trainer was struggling.

“Ash! I am to Viridian Bank? There are few documents I need to get,” Delia said.

“I can do that,” Ash said, but Delia reject the idea.

“Come on Mom! You have to make Dinner, I am free right now,” Ash continuously persuaded Delia. Finally she agreed and wrote something on a piece of paper.

“Give this paper to the Banker and see will bring the documents,” Delia said as she held Ash’s hand.

“Ash, only bring documents written in this paper, nothing else, don’t even look at any other documents or anything,” Delia said in an extremely concerned and ‘Please don’t do this’ voice.

“Umm………………. Ok? Let’s go Pikachu,” Ash said in a confused voice.

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Ash was in Viridian Bank. There he handed the Paper to the Banker who took Ash and Pikachu to Ketchum’s locker. The Locker was stacked with various documents and files and thus the banker was struggling to pull out the documents.

“You sure you don’t need help?” Ash asked.

“N-No! I-I-I got this World Champion!” Banker said before he finally pulled out the documents, along with other files and documents. The Banker, who had fell on the floor, gave a sighed.

“#%@% my life,” The Banker said and looked at Ash, whose eyes were staring at file which was actually a photo album. The Banker, seeing this, immediately tried to change the topic. He was given proper orders that Ash was not supposed to see this Photo Album.

“I-I will clear this up, you take the documents you need and leave sir!” The Banker said as he picked up the Album and other documents.

“I want that Album,” Ash said in a cold voice.

“W-What Album sir?” The Banker tried to act dumb.

“Give! Me! The! Album!” Ash said in an even more cold voice.

“//Listen buddy, My partner may seem calm but he can mess you up, better hand off what he wants,//” Pikachu said.

“S-S-S-S-Sir, M-M-M-Miss Delia has specifically told us not to-” Before the Banker could complete the sentence, Ash interrupted.

“Miss Delia is my mother and I will talk to her! Give! Me! The! Damn! Album!” Ash said and this time, the Banker handed him the Album with the other documents.

“Thank you,” Ash said as he left.

“Well, I can kiss my job goodbye,” The Banker said with a facepalmed.

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Delia, Gary and Oak were searching around Viridian city, it was 11 PM and Ash hadn’t returned. They were searching separately to cover more ground.

“Where are you, Ash!!!!!” Delia said, looking around. Suddenly, she felt something on her leg and looked down to see Pikachu.

“//Hey Delia, I…………………. I assume you here for Ash?//” Pikachu said as Delia lifted him.

“Pikachu! Here you are! Where is Ash thou?” Delia asked in an extremely concerned voice. Pikachu jumped and signed Delia to follow him. While Delia ran behind Pikachu, she called Professor Oak to inform him that she will soon found Ash.

Finally, Pikachu took her the place where Ash was. Ash was sitting on bench. Delia, seeing this, took a sigh of peace and started to walk towards him. But the closer she got, the more she realized that Ash had ‘The Album’, she did not wanted him to see. She took a sigh, knowing she had questions to answers. She slowly walked toward to him.

“Can I sit here?” Delia asked in a calm voice. Ash answered her with a nod. Delia sat next to him. Both were unsured what to say.

“Why?” Ash broke the silence.

“I……………………………. I didn’t wanted to lose you,” Delia said.

“What does that even mean? I WANT ANSWER MOM!!!!!!!! YOU LIED TO ME ABOUT US DON’T HAVING ANY EXTENDED FAMILY!!!!! YOU LIED TO ME ABOUT WE DON’T HAVE ANY PHOTOS OF DAD!!!!!! YOU LIED TO ME ABOUT DAD DYING BEFORE MY BIRTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Ash shouted as Delia remain silent. That all could she do after lying for so longer.

“Why! Why you hid the photos of your and dad’s wedding! Why did you hid photos of my birth! Why did you hid photos of our extended family! And why one of them look like Queen Ilene of Rota!!!!!” Ash had so many questions. Pikachu lower his head and just heard. He was as confused as Ash.

“I-I I know own many answers…………………………. I-I betrayed your trust which I only wish to restore son, please, give me a chance,” Delia as tears started to come out of her eyes.

“Go on Mom……………………… I tru- No, I will listen,” Ash said, cutting his own sentence as he looked away. Delia sighed and took a photo from the Album. A Photo of her late Husband, Red Ketchum

“T-This, is your father, his full name, Sir Red Ketchum, Prince of and Aura Captain of Rota,” Delia said as looked at her with confused eyes.

“W-What? H-He was Prince of Rota?” Ash asked as Delia nodded.

“Yes, Prince of Rota, and the Aura Captain, the highest Military Position of Aura Foundation of Rota,” Delia said.

“Aura Foundation? From what I heard they were a-” Ash asked.

“Officially, they are just a Private Self-Help Organization which reports to Rotan Monarchy, but in reality, it is an Independent Civil and Military Organization which Organized Aura Users into force for good,” Delia said.

“And as for the Prince part, you are the third Cousin of Queen Ilene, your Father was the second cousin of late Queen Anne,” Delia stated in a matter of fact voice.

“How did you met Dad?” Ash asked.

“You dad was a Prince and held a powerful position in a security society, but he was an extremely humble and simple man. A man whose eyes I somehow caught. I used to work in Bakery, which was regularly patronized by Rota Royal family. One day, you dad, he was in disguise and thus no one knew he was The Red Ketchum. That was the first time I met him. I used to make small talk with customers, but with you Dad, I completely forgot I had work and just kept talking to him. This continued for about six months, we had even exchanged numbers. Talking to him, listening to him, it was heavenly, before I knew it, I was in love. Soon after, he one day called to come to a place. It was a small church of Arceus, just outside the city, near the exit. There, he told me he loved me and asked if I felt the same. I answered him honestly that I did. Then he told me the truth about himself. I was a little heartbroken about the lying………………. And was also scared………………………. I was scared about the fact that his family, The Royal Family of Rota, will never accept me, an immigrant from Kanto, that the public will not accept having an immigrant Princess. And thus I ran. I ran and kept running from him. I didn’t came to work, I didn’t leave my home. He continuously called me, message me, but I didn’t replied. I knew he loved me but I didn’t want any slander to come to him because of me. Finally, I asked him to meet me, in the same church as the last time. I was going to tell him something about me which will make him hate me,” Delia said.

“What was that?” Ash asked as Delia broke into tears.

“I-I am scared Ash, that if I told you, you will hate me,” Delia said.

“I can never hate you Mom,” Ash said as he held Delia hands.

“Ash……………………………….. I-I-I-I-I-I-I told him I was in Rota for a mission……………………………... A Mission for- A Mission for,” Delia tried to complete the sentence as she looked at Ash. She knew about saying this, nothing will be the same.

“I was in Rota for a Mission, a Mission for Team Rocket! And my full name is Delia Corleone, daughter of Madame Boss and Elder sister Giovanni

Boom! Cliffhanger!

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theeblackmedusa · 11 months

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hey ! Here’s a Request then: Attuma finding out Okoye is ticklish 🤭🤭💗

her one big secret

a/n: this was a cute request. thanks @xblackreader!🫶🏾

summary: a moment of relaxation turns into a revelation of the one thing she hasn't told him.

warnings: none, so much fluff, still minors dni bc y'all not supposed to be lookin on this blog anyway😑, fluff that should send you to the dentist

wc: 645

“We had a deal. Lay down.”

The two were at a standstill until he made his move, lunging at her and picking her up. She squirmed in his arms until he finally put her down on the bed.

"No! Let go, Attuma!"

“What happened to 'I never break promises', huh?"

“I can't break a promise I never made, Attuma.”

It was technically true. She didn't promise him that she would take a day off and let him spoil her, but she also didn't not promise it. They had a discussion about it, but she never actually agreed, so she just told him “yeah, yeah, okay” until he let it go. She hadn't been expecting him to actually hold her up on it, though.

“What are you doing?” she questioned, becoming unnerved by his silence above her.

She tried to sit up, but a strong hand on the back of her shoulder pushed her down again. Before she could protest, the heel of Attuma’s hand was pushing into her shoulder blade. The touch was followed by a pain that quickly turned into relief as he worked the tense muscles.

“Don't tell me that didn't feel good,” he finally spoke as he continued to massage her muscles.

Her stubbornness refrained her from admitting that this did actually feel good and she was actually relaxing for once, so she bit her tongue and let him continue working in silence. So she thought.

It seems that she forgot her boyfriend could be just as stubborn as her sometimes, and this was one of those times. He was right and he knew he was right and he knew that she knew he was right.

“Come on, ‘Koye, just admit it. Letting me take care of you for once actually feels nice.”

She tried to hold in the laugh that came when he poked her side to tease her, but she simply couldn't.

“Don't do that, Attuma!” she attempted to reprimand between giggles, but it was too late. He already had that devious smile on his face and the lightbulb had already started to shine.

All this time of knowing her and the one thing he didn't know about her was that she was ticklish. Of course this is the one thing she wouldn't tell him about.

“Stop, no! I can hear you thinking about it!”

He completely disregarded her, fingers poking and prodding into her flesh and making her twist and turn beneath him as she laughed uncontrollably.

“I can't believe you’re ticklish!”

She shook her head in protest. Always so stubborn.

“I am not. Anyone would have this reaction!” she defended through her laughter.

“Oh, but I wouldn't, Darling!”

Her laughter was contagious as he continued to tickle her, moving under her arms and making her snort. Tears were threatening to come out of her eyes at this point and his stomach was beginning to hurt as he giggled with her.

Okoye thought she was going to pass out soon if he didn't get off of her and stop making her laugh. She managed to twist herself around so that she was on her back and pushed him off of her. Attuma fell to the floor, still suffering from his fit of laughter.

Her cheeks were hurting from how hard she'd been smiling and she rolled her eyes as she attempted a glare at him.

“Why didn't you ever tell me about this?”

“Because I knew you’d react like this!”

“Who wouldn’t? Tough, fierce Okoye's guard can be taken down as long as you tickle her? That's gold!” he cackled.

She rolled her eyes at him and crossed her arms, knowing that he would most definitely be using this weakness of hers to his advantage in the future.

“I hate you. You do know that, right?”

“I love you, too. Even more now that I know about your little secret.”

#thank you to everyone who's sent in a request #i can already feel myself getting back into the swing of things #i'll post another request tomorrow!#attoye #okoye x attuma #bpwf #marvel #mcu #marvel ships #fanfiction #fanfic #black writer #theeblackmedusa🐍🐍

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𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 | chap 10

SYPNOSIS: wherein Hwang Stella's life is tangled in a predicament involving her clandestine identity as a racer, her seemingly daily life as the official heir to the Hwang Empire, and seven guys with whom she has a complex history with.

PAIRING: enhypen members x fem oc.

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), reverse harem, chaebols, semi-college & racing, eventual adulthood, non-idol au, eventual enha being f1 drivers, multiple pov (this fic is written in first pov).

WARNINGS: mention of abuse, expletives.

WORD COUNT: 10k+

FEATURING: ITZY Yeji

TAGLIST: @aishigrey @kgneptun

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Since Yeji is a part of my trusted inner circle, I decided to reveal to her my passion for racing. I expect her to berate me since it is a dangerous motorsport, but instead, she gives me a proud smile and tells me to keep continuing to do whatever I want.

"But what about your position as the heir?" Yeji asks as she sits across from me. We are presently at a fine dining restaurant for dinner, and the best thing about dining out with your older sister is that you don't even have to use your money as she will be the one paying the bills.

I sigh, leaning my back against the leather seat. "That's the thing. Even though I am passionate about racing, I know that I'll have to let go one day when the time comes."

Yeji offers me a sympathetic smile as she puts down her glass of wine. "You know, if being the heir is not what you want, then you can always just back out."

"No, being an heir is equally important to me." I assert, though there is ambivalence lingering in the air. "I've been trained since I was fifteen, after Oppa was disowned," I pause. Bitterness touches my tongue as I recall. "So I can't allow all my hard work to go to waste. Besides, I don't think I have much of a choice, given how I'm the most capable and competent compared to Rena, which was why they didn't want to choose Rena in the first place."

"They're taking advantage of you." There is a scowl on Yeji's face. "The least they could do is treat you better, but no. They're still as insufferable as they were on day one."

Curiosity sparks within me. "Before I was born, were they as cruel as they are now?"

Yeji seems to be reminiscing while the frown on her lips deepens. "Minhyuk wasn't that violent. Sure, he had slapped our brother a few times due to how rebellious he was, but he didn't hit me. That was until after Mother got pregnant with you. Why do you ask?"

My eyes turn downcast. "It's just that our parents, especially father, seem to loathe me more than he does to you and Oppa." Then I recall a certain memory. "The other night, when he punished me, he said something about how mother should've aborted me. I guess he hated me even before I was born."

Not only has that statement been engraved in my mind, but Minhyuk also said something about how he made me the heir so he couldn't get to me. The question is: Who is he?

"I wish I could bring you with me to live in New York." Yeji's statement brings me back to reality. "If you had lived with me, you could do anything your heart desires, and I would provide for you financially until you're stable enough to stand on your own."

I can already imagine what it's like to move to New York, one of the cities I've always wanted to go to, and to have the freedom of not being tethered to the Hwang name anymore. Even the thought of it is already rather tempting, but I know I can't.

"The only goal I have in mind is to bring Oppa and Uncle Minjun together once I wield full authority and power. Speaking of, I've hired someone to do my dirty work since, for some reason, our parents, especially father, forbade me to ask questions about Uncle and even threatened me not to search for him."

Intrigued, Yeji leans forward with an eyebrow arched. "Dirty work? Am I supposed to be worried?"

"No. In fact, you should be glad that I've never given up on searching for Uncle Minjun." I smile. "Though there hasn't been any update yet, I'm positive that I'm getting closer to finding him."

"Uncle Minjun. We had lots of great memories with him." Yeji smiles faintly while nostalgia gleams in her eyes.

My heart aches. "We sure did. He's the main reason why I'm passionate about racing, because he used to be a racer too."

"At least one of us inherited the racing genes." Yeji chuckles.

"But it's peculiar, though." My smile falters. "A week before Uncle Minjun's disappearance, he gave me a debit card and made me swear that our parents could never know about it."

"Really? But why?"

"I don't know, and I don't know why I'm the only one who received it." I answer honestly, my eyebrows furrowing. "The amount is more than I thought. I haven't used it, though. I'm just saving it for an emergency."

"If I weren't so jealous, I'd say his favourite niece was you." Yeji gives me a playful scowl, to which I roll my eyes. "But Uncle has always treated and loved you more than our own father has."

"Yeah." A sad smile dawns on my lips. Just before Yeji can speak, we are interrupted by a certain someone who has me staring at him with my jaw unhinging.

I have never seen Jungwon decked out in a formal suit before, let alone how his hair seems to be a tad permed, looking incredibly attractive than he usually is. He offers me a smile with his dimple that I so badly want to poke. "Hey, Stella."

"Jungwon." I attempt to compose myself, but my eyes continue to shamelessly check him out. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm having dinner with my father and his business partners. We're seated on the second floor. But I want to head out to get some breather." Jungwon informs before his eyes shift to Yeji, and they widen. "Yeji Noona?"

"Jungwon." Yeji acknowledges him with a smile. "My, my. You're all grown up now."

Yeji used to help me out by sneaking Jungwon into the mansion whenever I wanted to hang out with him. Our endeavours in the past were certainly memorable.

Jungwon smiles sheepishly, making my heart flutter. "Thank you. I haven't seen you in years."

"Oh, you didn't know that I moved to New York years ago?" Yeji asks before looking at me in confusion. "You didn't tell him?"

Right. I forget that Yeji didn't know about our friendship fallout.

"Long story short, we weren't friends for seven years, but we've already reconciled." I answer. "Anyway, nice meeting you, Jungwon. Let's go, Unnie."

"Actually, Jungwon can keep you company." Yeji stands as she grabs her purse. She gives me a smile—a cunning one at that. "I have to meet an old friend at a bar. Jungwon, be a dear and send my darling sister home."

"What?" I look at her in disbelief. "Yeji─" But Yeji leaves our table in a swift manner.

Despite the fact that there is no air of awkwardness, Jungwon and I still haven't talked about the kiss we had. I look at him, just to accidentally lock eyes with him.

"It's okay if you don't want to accompany me. I'm sure you'd want to head back to your father." I say, chuckling nervously.

"Honestly, I'm dying to get out of here." He extends his hand to me. "Would you care to join me?"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

With my black dress that matches his suit, we look like we could be a couple. Silence engulfs us as we walk hand-in-hand on the pavement. Holding his hand has become the norm for me. I like the way he holds me, like he wants to protect me from harm.

"Stella, can I ask you something?" He breaks the silence, prompting me to look at him. His tone sounds serious, as does the look in his eyes.

I halt my steps, and I notice his car is parked by the curb. "Of course."

Hesitancy resides in his gaze momentarily. "Would you be mad at me again if I leave?"

Confusion clouds my head. "What do you mean?" Then comes the sadness. "Are you leaving?"

"No. At least not yet since nothing has been confirmed." He quickly answers. "I just wanted to know if you'd be mad."

"Maybe, but I'll try to understand your situation." I pause before my eyes turn crestfallen. "Who am I kidding? I'm not going to be mad, but devastated instead. You're my best friend, Jungwon. You leaving me the second time will inevitably hurt me."

"What if I say that I'll be the first to find you after all is well?" He cradles my face, allowing me to lean into his gentle touch. "What if I tell you that once I find you, I'm never going to let you go, ever?"

The butterflies in my tummy intensify the longer he gazes deeply into my eyes. "So you're going to have me locked up in a tower?" I jest, attempting to get rid of the flutters.

His eyes seem to darken at the thought. "Maybe. You seem to underestimate how possessive I can get."

"Funny." I force out a chuckle.

"I'm not joking around, Bubs." His hand slithers down to wrap around my waist, pulling me close to him before he slowly backs me up until my back hits his car.

My eyes widen in shock, and my mouth is unable to form any words due to Jungwon's abrupt turn of behaviour. The way he is staring at me alone feels intimate. His touch on my body feels electrifying.

"Jungwon." I utter his name nervously while my heart is pounding hard against my chest, feeling his body on mine. The addictive scent of his cologne makes me lightheaded.

"I've been holding myself back for so long, Stel." His voice drops to a lower octave. "I've been waiting patiently, dying to touch you just like my best friends do."

My breaths catch in my throat as he leans down to my ear, his lips touching my earlobe. "I know, Stel. I know that you have long since become one of their girls."

With each passing second, I feel breathless and intoxicated by the thought of my best friend desiring me. Butterflies awaken in my tummy at the moment his lips touch my neck.

"Jungwon, not here." I say shakily, aware that we are still in an open area.

"You're right." I detect annoyance in his voice before he pulls away. He opens the passenger door for me, allowing me to enter.

As I wait patiently for him to drive, I don't know what awaits me next.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

What I anticipated had something to do with Jungwon's lips on mine and his hands roaming around my body, but what I hadn't anticipated was heading over to Kim Sunoo's apartment, as he had urgently called Jungwon earlier in the car.

"Were you two on a date or something?" Sunoo asks, his eyes narrowing at our attire, before he looks at Jungwon in disbelief. "Was that why you ditched me for Stella? I thought you promised to accompany me to race!"

Jungwon rolls his eyes in annoyance. "As if you wouldn't ditch me for Stella."

Sunoo pauses before his eyes direct me, and he unfurls a smirk. "I would ditch anyone for you, darling." He taps his finger on my nose, causing me to blink my eyes while my cheeks feel warm.

"For the record, I didn't ditch you for Stella. My father forced me to go for dinner with his business partners." Jungwon sighs. "And I hate this stupid tie." He grumbles, touching his black necktie and attempting to remove it, while I am in awe of how he is doing it in an oddly attractive way. "Do you mind if I borrow your clothes? I do need proper attire if we are going to race." He asks Sunoo.

"Fine." Sunoo sighs loudly as he drags his feet to go to his room. "But you owe me!"

As soon as Sunoo is out of sight, I avert my gaze elsewhere, feeling his gaze on my face as he is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Jungwon and I haven't had a proper conversation since our moment earlier. I was mostly hesitant and embarrassed to face him.

I clear my throat as I rise from the couch. "I'm just gonna grab a drink."

I walk past him, but a startled gasp leaves my lips when his hand grabs my arm firmly before he makes me turn around to face him. "Jungwon─"

Jungwon silences me by kissing me squarely on the lips while his other arm is wrapped around my waist to hold me steady and the other one cradles my face. He kisses me with such urgency, as if he's afraid that Sunoo might come out any time soon.

"Jungwon." I whisper, feeling short of breath as soon as he pulls away. "Don't ever do that again. Sunoo might catch us."

His lips unfurl a soft, attractive smirk, and he doesn't seem to have the intention of letting me go. "That's part of the thrill, isn't it?"

"Jungwon!" We hear Sunoo calling for him from his room. "Do you want the red or blue one?"

Instead of answering Sunoo, Jungwon slams his lips against mine once more as he moves me to the kitchen, pinning me against the wall. I want to be furious at him, but the way he is kissing me weakens me.

"Yang Jungwon!"

Jungwon pulls away, breathing heavily, while the thrill in his eyes is apparent as they stare straight into my panicked ones. "Your pick, Sunoo." He answers loudly.

"Jungwon!" I whisper harshly right after he pecks my lips briefly. I ignore how hot my cheeks feel. It feels like we're in a forbidden relationship, not wanting anyone to find out about our scandalous act.

His smirk widens before he leans in to kiss my cheek. "You're so adorable, Bubs."

"Hold on! I'm trying to find the red one for you!" Sunoo informs.

Suggestiveness and mischievousness glint in Jungwon's eyes. "More time for us." He whispers with a boyish grin.

The next thing I know, my hands are in his hair, his hands on my body, and my lips on his move in perfect harmony with a symphony of desire and longing.

"I need to tell you something." I say gruffly as I land another hard blow to the punching bag. Sweats are trickling down my skin, and my white tee is sticking to my body due to how drenched I am. Panting heavily, my eyes shift to Jake, who is at the bench press while Jay is helping the man out. Earlier, we agreed to work out at my gym.

I have been keeping it to myself, and the longer I do, the more my feelings seem to be erratic. Maybe I have a death wish, or maybe I don't, but I need to let Jake know about it, even though he might skin my ass alive. The guy is extremely possessive.

"Who?" Jake asks with a grunt, the muscles on his biceps flexing. "Me or Jay?"

Right, I forgot for a moment that Jay used to have an illicit affair with Stella. Recalling the last time he confronted Heeseung and brawled with him, I guess the guy is possessive as well. Great.

Although I'm aware that we all agreed to never fight anymore, especially over a girl, sometimes their feelings may change.

"You." But I answer without hesitation. Plus, Jake had been with Stella first. "But you have to promise me that you won't punch me. You too, Jay."

Jake finally finishes before straightening his back as he sits up. His face contorts into confusion as he wipes off his sweat with a small towel. "Now you're making me want to punch you."

Jay gives Jake a smirk. "Allow me."

"It's not funny, guys." I sigh, removing my boxing gloves. "It's about Stella." I pause, hesitating for a moment, as I scan their faces. "The other night, when I sent her home, I kissed her."

I swear the silence is resounding, and I can't decipher the emotions in their eyes. I run my fingers through my hair. "I admit that I no longer hate her, but I don't know why the fuck I kissed her."

"I knew it." Jay's blank face breaks into a grin. "What did I tell you? Your feelings would change the longer you stick around her."

"Sue me." I groan. "I couldn't help it. There's more to her than just her beauty. All those moments we've spent together, especially during my time coaching her, have shown me the sides of her I never knew existed." As my mind drifts to her, a small smile finds its way to my lips. "She gave me advice even when I didn't ask for it but needed it. The same goes for her. She even laughed at my lame jokes."

"Wow. I never would've thought I'd see the day where Park Sunghoon would be smitten over a girl." Jake speaks up, smirking lightly. "Especially when that girl happens to be the love of my life."

Guilt dawns on me. "I'm sorry, man. It just happened. I didn't have the intention to steal your girl."

Jake shrugs his shoulders, appearing to be unfazed by the revelation. "I guess she's our girl now."

"What?" Both Jay and I stare at him dumbfounded, but Jake remains collected. "What do you mean by our girl?"

"Isn't it obvious? She has us wrapped around her pretty little fingers, and we've all kissed her." Jake states. "I know you expected me to get all possessive and mad, but I'm totally fine about it. Besides, Heeseung even suggested that we share her."

"Share her?" Jay gulps visibly. "But we've never even shared a girl before. I mean, we're talking about Hwang Stella here! And she's not just any girl!"

"I'm not into sharing," I drawl. "But if it means that we won't ever have to fight over her, then I'm in."

"Aside from Heeseung, do you think the others like Stella as well?" Jay asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Just yesterday I saw Stella with Sunoo, and from the look of it, Sunoo seemed smitten for her too." Jake chuckles breathily. "The bastard won't even leave her for a minute."

"I think Ni-Ki likes her too." I tell them as soon as I recall the way Ni-Ki looked at her with a familiar sentiment I know all too well. "Just great. The seven of us sharing the same girl? Won't that be too overwhelming?"

"Unless you want to back out, then it will feel a little less overwhelming." Jay gives me a smirk. "Plus, the lesser competition, the better."

"It isn't a competition if we all agree to share her." I snap at him, wanting to punch that annoying smirk of his.

"That settles, then." Jake rises from the bench. "We'll just have to let the rest know about it."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

When the next day arrives, I decide to skip my last two lectures and head to our lounging room. I had enough fucking idiots who couldn't even brainstorm ideas, let alone participate in our group project. That's one of the things I hate about college.

With a scowl that still persists on my face, I push open the door and enter, but I halt my steps as soon as I spot Stella on the couch. She appears to have been typing some sort of essay on her laptop. She stops whatever she's doing and diverts her gaze towards me.

"Hey, Sunghoon." She gives me a smile that causes my heart rate to spike, as does how gorgeous she looks. "I hope you don't mind that I'm using this room to do my assignments."

I immediately compose myself. "Not at all. You're always welcome here anyway." I tell her as I make my way to the couch and settle myself next to her. "I thought you'd be in classes."

"I ended mine early." She informs, watching as I plop down next to her comfortably. "You seem rather stressed."

"Not entirely. I'm rather annoyed at our group mates." Naturally, I start to vent to her. "They're difficult to work with and couldn't even brainstorm ideas. I have had to step in and do all the fucking things." I scowl. "The worse part is that I have to survive another week with them."

Stella offers me a sympathetic smile. "I understand you. I hate group projects too."

"Really?" The renowned smart-pants Hwang Stella hates something that is academic-related. I tilt my body to give her my full attention. "What else do you hate?"

"Ummm, my parents," She lists them off, prompting me to chuckle at her first answer. "Liars, insects, and you used to be on the list as well. In fact, you're on the second spot on the list."

I raise my eyebrow at her. "You really hated me that much, huh?"

"You did too." She retorts, rolling her eyes, and fuck does she look attractive doing so. "When did you decide to unhate me?"

"I can't exactly pinpoint when, but it just happened." I tell her honestly as the air around us shifts into something that is unexplainable.

Her alluring eyes flicker down to my lips before looking back into my eyes. "Was that why you kissed me the other night?"

I was hoping she wouldn't bring that up. Fuck me and my self-control for kissing her.

"Do you like me, Sunghoon?" She asks, and her voice drops into a whisper while I realise the lack of space between us.

I gulp harshly. "Of course. That's why I unhate you, right? That's why we're friends now." I'm just spewing words because it's so fucking hard to control myself around her, especially when she looks utterly kissable and alluring right now.

I see disappointment and annoyance in her eyes. "I'm not stupid, Sunghoon. You kissed me the other night because you see me more than just a friend."

"And if I say I do?" A muscle ticks in my jaw as the intensity between our gazes sparks something within me. "What are you going to do about it?"

The confidence she emitted earlier dissipates as she deflates. "I don't know. It just feels weird because we've always been enemies and hated each other's guts."

"You want to know how to make it less weird?" I pull her by the nape, bringing her close to me until her breath fans on my lips. Her hooded eyelids are fluttering close, and I take my cue to connect our lips.

It starts off slow, with me taking my time to savour her lips, which taste like a hint of cherry, but soon, we're kissing each other like two lovers who have been separated for a long time. The next moment I know, she is on top of me with her hands in my hair and my hands on her body, pulling her impossibly close to me. The sound of our lips smacking wetly and her faint moans into my mouth turn me on even further.

She pulls away from my lips to catch her breath, fluttering her eyes open and meeting my gaze. As she pants heavily, her lips are slightly swollen by the intensity of our make-out. When she moves her hips forward, I groan, feeling her core hitting mine.

"Sorry." She whispers, her cheeks turning a shade of pink.

"You're such a fucking tease, princess." I have no intention of letting her go with my hands on her waist. Her sultry gaze alone is enough for me to do things to her. "Tell me, what are you like with the others?"

Her hands drape over my shoulders. "What?"

A smirk tugs at my lips as I bring my hand to caress her cheek. "Do you like it rough? Gentle?" I can't help but pull her down abruptly, bringing a gasp from her mouth. I grab a fist of her hair, though enough to apply pressure and not hurt her, stopping her just close enough with our lips almost touching. "Tell me all the dirty stuff you like." I rasp as she pants lightly through her parted lips. "I'll make them happen."

"You're kinky." She gasps again just as I pull her head to the back, making her neck bare at me before I place a kiss on the skin. "Sunghoon─"

In an instant, I have her pinned to the couch with both hands on top of her head, as I have them locked in my strong grip. She gasps cutely and releases a breathy moan when I press my knee into her core. "What if the others come barging in?" She whimpers as I trail my kisses along her jawline down to her neck.

"I won't stop. I'll let them know that I can pleasure you better than them, show them I can fuck you better." I pull away from her neck, and with my other hand, I wrap it around her throat, enough to assert the dominance I have over her. The smirk on my lips widens as I see the lust in her eyes. "You're liking the idea, aren't you? You dirty princess."

"Sunghoon." She pleads, moving her hips with her core sliding on my knee as though to find relief. I can almost feel how soaked she is. "Please."

Music to my ears. I apply pressure to her neck again, having her gasp once more. I lean down to her face, and my lips teasingly graze against her panting ones. "Only a slut likes the idea of voyeurism." I speak harshly into her mouth. "You're my slut, aren't you, princess?"

I can feel her thighs attempting to clench. "Yes." She whimpers.

With my other free hand, I grab her chin, forcing her to open her mouth for me before I spit into her mouth. "Swallow." She does, moaning as she heeds my command. "Good fucking girl." I praise her softly. "Now, you're going to have to be quiet or else I'll stop, understood?"

Her sultry eyes flutter while the atmosphere feels hotter than usual. "Yes, sir."

I have been contemplating and staying quiet since Heeseung decided to make me accompany him to the race. My mind is occupied with a lot of things, but the idea of sharing Stella and the plan my father forced me to do consume my thoughts.

"Jay." Heeseung's hand presses on my shoulder firmly, pulling me back to reality. "I've been calling for you. You okay?"

I sigh, roughly ruffling my hair. "I don't even know, Heeseung."

Heeseung settles himself next to me with his arms crossed over his chest as we lean against my car. "Talk to me."

I bite my lip harshly. "Jake told us about the idea of sharing Stella, but I can't imagine if she ever finds out that─" I pause, hesitating. "Fuck. I didn't want things to happen, and I didn't even want to be a part of their schemes!"

"I get you." Heeseung says quietly, prompting me to look at him with wide eyes. "Yeah, I know about it. I guess your parents and mine are working together."

My heart clenches in guilt. "If I don't do what they ordered me to, then I'll have to face the consequences."

"That goes the same for me." He smiles sadly. "What a fucked-up world we live in."

"More like fucked-up parents." Sunoo's voice draws our attention, and we spot him and Ni-Ki approaching us, suited in their racing gear. "In fact, all of our parents are in this."

"I don't want to hurt Stella." Ni-Ki says, as the pain in his eyes is evident.

Heeseung leans away from my car. "We all don't."

Ni-Ki shoots Sunoo a scowl. "And now, Sunoo here thought it was a brilliant idea to inform his parents about Stella's secret."

"What secret?" I ask immediately.

The three exchange glances before Sunoo speaks up. "Stella is a racer as well. In fact, she is the mysterious racer Junho welcomed."

"There's no way." I scoff, denying. "Stella is not the type of person who looks like she races."

"Come on, Park." Heeseung sighs. "You're not that oblivious to the fact that the mysterious racer has the same hair shade as Stella."

I gulp down. "It could be a mere coincidence."

"Denying won't do you good." Sunoo tuts while his eyes seem to trail behind me. "If you really want to prove to us that the mysterious racer isn't Stella, I guess this is your chance."

I turn around to see what they're all looking at, and I spot the mysterious racer pulling up at her station. I don't know why I'm still in denial, even when I finally realise how her physique looks awfully similar to Stella's.

"Fine." I proceed to wear my helmet. "I'll just have to catch her in action."

Maybe Minhyuk and Jihyun were right all along about how I'm deviating from my focal point in my obligation as the heir. Just yesterday, my tutor came over, and she reprimanded me for how I've been giving poor performances, of which she would have to inform Minhyuk. I guess I'll be punished again once he comes back.

Even so, it'll be worth it. I should feel regret and reprove myself for changing so much in a matter of months ever since I willingly decided to be more than involved with the guys. But I don't, not even in the slightest.

I can't help it. They're akin to drugs, making me addictive and impossible to stay away from. They consume my thoughts, intoxicating my whole senses. I love being the centre of attention in their eyes, even more so because of their blatant affection for me.

Fuck, I'm spiralling deeper than I thought, and I don't know if there is even a way out of this. It feels as though I'm trapped, chained up, and hidden in a tower with the keys in their hands, away from the world, willing to let them do whatever they want.

I value my position as the heir, but even for a moment, I want to be traded and just become their girl, solely to serve them and do whatever they ask me to. It is as though my life purpose now is them.

My parents were right. I am too far gone and astray.

And so, I find myself in this position, with his hands on my body and his lips devouring me as though he has been starved, making out in the back seat of his car while he has me seated on his lap.

"I'm so fucking mad at you." Jay murmurs against my lips. "You could've told me that you were a racer as well. I'd do anything to keep your secret safe, baby."

Just fifteen minutes ago, Jay confronted me after he won the race against me. He taunted me and made me reveal my identity to him while the other guys watched from afar. Amid the anger, he was shocked as well when our eyes met. Before I knew it, he dragged me elsewhere, away from prying eyes, which led to us in his car. We were arguing heatedly, and the tension between us was about to snap.

I hum against his lips before pulling away. My hands are gently treading the back of his hair while his hands rub the sides of my waist, awakening the butterflies in my tummy. "Just as I said, I didn't want anyone to find out, but I should've known it wasn't easy." I shrug my shoulders.

Jay sighs, raising his hand to my cheek and holding it affectionately. "I won't let anyone outside of our inner circle discover who you are."

I place my hand on his, leaning into his palm. "Thank you, Jay."

A smile graces his handsome face before he leans in to give me a peck on the lips. "You're welcome. You know, you're amazing." He deepens his lips on mine, sighing. "You've never failed to blow my mind away by how amazing you are."

"Yeah?" I chuckle softly into the kiss. "What else?"

"Greedy for compliments, are we now?" He smirks, pulling away from the kiss. "You're just so fucking perfect, baby. If we weren't needed to head back, I'd bring you back to my place so we can meddle about, with me worshipping your body all night."

I hum lazily as I drape my hands around his neck. "If you're brave enough, do it."

His eyes darken. "Don't test me, baby. You know I would."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"My parents and Rena are currently in Miami. They'll be back in like three weeks." I remove my leather jacket as I am beginning to feel stuffy, to which Sunoo assists me. "My older sister, Yeji, has been here for about a week now, and I'm glad. I've missed her." I tell them, and a smile automatically tugs at my lips as I talk about Yeji.

Presently, we are seated in a circle on the asphalt ground. Their attention is fixated on me as they listen to my blabbering attentively. I tell them about my older siblings and my memorable moments with them. But the more I talk about my older brother, the more my heart aches, yearning for him.

"I'm sorry." I rub my nape sheepishly while my cheeks feel warm. "I've been rambling and didn't give you guys the chance to speak."

"Actually, we love to listen to you talk." Ni-Ki tells me, the assurance in his eyes puts me at ease.

"Yeah, you look happier when you talk about your loved ones." Heeseung points out, smiling at me faintly.

"What about your uncle?" Sunoo asks as he sits next to me diagonally. "Earlier, you mentioned something about you racing that made you feel as though you're closer to your uncle. He's a racer too?"

"Was." I say, smiling sadly. "He disappeared out of a blue, leaving no trace of him behind years ago. He treated me better than my parents ever did. In fact, I see him as more of a father than Minhyuk himself."

"And your older brother?" Jay raises his eyebrow. "We all know about your parents disowning the original heir. The media outlet spread the news fast."

I sigh, recalling. "My older sister and I are unable to track him too. But it's okay. I have a plan of my own that involves finding both my uncle and brother once I officially wield the power and authority."

I ignore them when they exchange wary glances at each other. "It's really fine, guys. I have meticulously planned out everything. It's just a matter of months."

"Can we help?" Sunoo asks. "We just want to take extra caution, especially concerning your safety. You can always lean on us for help."

"Sunoo's right." Ni-Ki nods his head. "Whatever you need, Stel, we're at your service."

Butterflies intensify in my tummy as I look at each of their faces, the determination and willingness written on them makes my heart swell with something. "I will."

"Are you guys ready for the Seoul Grand Prix next month?" Heeseung's question draws our attention. "We'll be competing against racers across SoKor."

"Fuck yeah." Sunoo smirks. "I'm more than ready."

Right, the Seoul Grand Prix. It happens every three years. It'll be my first time ever participating, and I can't help but feel anxious. Incidents may happen at a major event like that, given the fact that there may be others who are envious and have malicious intent to bring downfall to their opponents.

"I'm not that ready." I confess, releasing a shaky breath. "I still lack my skills."

"What? But you've already proven how amazing you are at racing." Ni-Ki counters.

"Riki's right." Jay says. "I'm sure you'll do great, as you always do."

"Well, we can't be too complacent." I rise from the ground and dust off my hands. With my hands on my waist, I look at them with a grin. "Let's all compete. Losers will have to forfeit."

Heeseung unfurls a smirk as he stands as well. "Music to our ears."

"You're going down, darling." Sunoo teases me.

"You're going down." I retort before yelping out when Riki slings an arm around me roughly, especially with his tall height that overpowers my figure. "Riki!"

As we make our way to our motorsport vehicles while engaging in banter and our laughter filling the cold air, my heart warms as I am surrounded by them. More importantly, I feel homed.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The guys and I ended our ventures late last night, resulting in me to feel slightly lethargy as soon as I wake up. As I tie my hair into a messy bun, I make my way to Yeji's room, hoping that she doesn't have any plans for today. But I stop in my tracks when I spot her walking out of Minhyuk's office, probably snooping around given how she looks as though she doesn't want to be caught.

Feeling amused by my dearest older sister's antics, I lean sideways against the wall with my arms crossed. "You do realise that there is a CCTV camera inside his office?"

Yeji's body jolts up in surprise before she turns around with her hand on her chest. She shoots me a scowl. "You scared me, Stel. I thought you were one of the helpers."

I shake my head, chuckling lightly, as I approach her. "What were you even doing inside? You might get into deep trouble if Father ever decides to check the CCTV."

Yeji waves her hand dismissively at me. "What could he even do to me? I don't live under this roof, so technically, I don't have to abide by the rules here."

"Consider me jealous." I state plainly. "But seriously, what were you doing?"

Yeji bites her lips, looking as if she is a child getting caught for stealing candy. "I was bored and curious about what Minhyuk has in his office."

"Uhuh." I raise my eyebrow. "So, anything interesting?"

Yeji seems hesitant for some reason. "Actually, there is. Come."

Yeji grabs my hand before dragging me into Minhyuk's office. Without uttering a word, I allow her to drag me as she pleases until we stop at his desk. I watch her in silence as she squads down and pulls one of the drawers before she grabs a file with the wording 'confidential' stamped on it.

Yeji rises and puts down the file on the table in front of me. She flips it open for me. "Read it."

With a frown tugging at my lips and the confusion I feel, I examine the documents. My birth certificate is part of the documents too. As I carefully read through the others, my eyes widen as something catches my eye.

"A DNA test?" I speak out loud as I hold the paper.

"Not only is it a DNA test, but it's yours." Yeji says quietly, her finger pointing at a certain date. "That's your birth date, right? Then there's your name."

My face contorts into confusion. "But why would Father have this? Unless I'm adopted." My heart feels as though it has been stabbed by a knife at the thought of me not being blood related to my older siblings.

"I don't think so. It also states here that the DNA test was conducted when Mother was pregnant with you." Yeji places her hand firmly on my tensed shoulder. "It's okay, Stel. Even if you were adopted, you'd always be my baby sister. I'm sure Oppa would feel the same way too."

But Yeji's mere sentiment doesn't alleviate the confusion I feel. I begin to check the other documents, reading thoroughly while my heart feels uneasy. A sigh of frustration leaves my lips. "It doesn't add up! There must be some documents that are missing."

"You know what? Let's leave this and get out of here." Yeji attempts to snatch away the documents, but I stubbornly refuse, not until I find answers. "Stella."

"I need to know." I say, looking at her with desperation. "Please, Unnie."

Yeji's lips flatten. "Let's have lunch first, okay? We'll find the missing documents later."

I slouch my shoulders in defeat. "Fine."

"Plus, you have friends coming over, right?" Yeji asks, as if she is attempting to distract me, and it works. "I'd love to meet them."

The exhaust of our motorbikes' engines blares loudly as we speed on the road. A smirk pulls at my lips behind the visor of my helmet, loving the thrill of riding along with my best friends. Thankfully, there are not many vehicles on the road, allowing us to play around a little as we taunt each other with how fast we can go.

Soon, we have arrived as we enter through the gates, pulling over on the massive asphalt road that allows us to park our vehicles. I turn off the ignition and remove my helmet, adjusting my dishevelled hair while the background noise consists of my best friends engaging in silly banter.

"You're such a show-off, Park!" Sunoo tells Sunghoon with a scowl on his face.

"You tell him, Sunoo!" Jay barks out a laugh, with Jungwon joining him.

Sunghoon gives him a smug look in return. "Just say that you're jealous of my skills, Kim."

"Did you see my moves?" Ni-Ki asks us rather excitedly. "That's a new skill of mine."

"Yeah, but it's dangerous, Riks." Jake frowns. "You could've gotten into serious trouble if you weren't skilled enough."

I shake my head at them. Such children. My gaze settles on the unfamiliar mansion, which looks bigger than my parents' one.

"Let's get going." I announce sternly as I proceed to walk ahead first. "We're already late."

The guys comply, following suit. I still hear them exchanging words and insults, but I ignore them. I just can't wait to meet Stella again, even though we just saw each other last night.

Before I can press the bell, the door slowly opens and reveals an unfamiliar lady whose features are sharp yet elegant. This must be Stella's older sister. Hwang Yeji.

"Oh!" Yeji appears to be genuinely taken aback as she looks at us. "Stella's friends?"

"Yes." Jungwon answers for us, to which Yeji beams at him with a smile. I guess Jungwon and her know each other, considering that he's Stella's childhood best friend.

"Come on in!" She opens the door wide for us, offering us a kind smile that reminds me of Stella's. "Stella! Your friends are here!"

"What?!" Stella can be heard from the kitchen, and I can discern panic in her voice. "But I'm not done yet!"

Yeji sighs and shakes her head before offering us an apologetic smile. "She's in the kitchen, baking some goods for all of you. You may lounge in the living room first. I'll help her."

"It's fine. I'll help her." I tell her with a small smile, and I don't miss the way her eyes gleam with suspicion.

"Sure." Yeji proceeds to guide the guys to the living room, with Jungwon rambling away by her side.

I make my way to the kitchen, and when I arrive, I am greeted by the sight of cookies and cupcakes on platters. My breath catches in my throat as I look at her, who appears to be focused on frosting the last cupcake. God, she looks truly beautiful. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun with a few strands of hair covering her side frames, and she is wearing a white long-sleeved crop top with grey sweatpants hanging low on her perfect waistline.

"Yeji, I'm almost done─" As she looks up, her eyes meet mine, and they widen in surprise. "Heeseung."

I offer her a smile as I approach her. "Hey, sweetheart. I didn't know you could bake."

Her rosy cheeks tempt me to kiss them. "I'm sorry you had to witness this mess."

"A beautiful mess, at that." I smirk before I point at her lips. "You got a little something on your lips."

She touches her lips, confused. "Huh? Is it the frosting?"

I don't answer, and instead, I swiftly wrap my arm around her waist before leaning down to kiss her squarely on the lips.

"Heeseung!" She squeals into the kiss, but I smile instead, kissing her a little longer before pulling away.

I slowly lick my bottom lip, smirking at how flushed she looks. "Yummy."

"Stella! It isn't polite to keep your guests waiting!" Yeji's loud voice can be heard from the outside.

Stella looks at me apologetically. "Heeseung, can you─"

I plant a kiss on her crown. "Of course, I'll help."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Stella and I fooled around in the kitchen for a short while, with me giving her back hugs and pecking her irresistible rosy cheeks, before I helped her bring out the platters. Fortunately, the guys didn't seem to have any suspicions about us, but Yeji seemed to have a hunch, judging by the way her eyes narrowed at us, but she became distracted when the guys asked about Stella's childhood.

While the rest are busy listening to Yeji as she tells a tale about Stella's childhood with a teasing grin on her face, I spot Stella, who is seated on the single couch across from me with one leg over the other and her hands occupied with a cupcake.

Stella has been trying to prevent Yeji from telling all of us about her embarrassing moment, but she fails. And so, with her eyebrows furrowing, she proceeds to munch on the cupcake while her lips form into a frown.

I stifle a chuckle while a smirk threatens to form on my lips as my gaze on her never leaves. Right now, Stella looks like a chipmunk, aggressively munching away.

"Don't be mad, baby sis." Yeji teases her again as soon as she finishes. "They're your friends, and any friend of yours should know what you were like in your adolescent days."

Stella grabs a tissue on the table before wiping her mouth, and a scoff leaves her lips right after. "Right. You also forgot to mention how I wasn't allowed to be a normal child whenever mother and father were around." She chuckles dryly while bitterness is written across her features.

The air in the living room shifts uncomfortably with a certain frigidity. I exchange glances with my best friends, and as I look at Yeji, she appears guilty and saddened.

"Sorry." Stella sighs, relaxing her tensed shoulders. "I brought the mood down. My bad."

"I'm the one who should be sorry." Yeji tells Stella in a softer tone. "I got so over my head that I've forgotten you had a bad childhood because of our parents." Then, Yeji glances at us warily before looking back at Stella. "Do they know─"

"Yes." Stella interjects. "I trust them. Besides, I was with them the other night when father punished me. I even showed them my scars."

Yeji draws in a sharp breath as she closes her eyes, seeming to calm herself down after hearing Stella's last statement. "Stella, I'm this close to bringing you with me and living in New York."

"I told you that as much as I want to, I can't." Stella emphasises, her eyes turning crestfallen.

"Wait, you had thoughts about moving abroad?" Jungwon asks with a frown.

Stella bites her lips and looks down at her hands. "I had, but I can't due to my reasons." She looks up with a faint smile on her face. "Plus, how could I ever leave you all behind?"

The atmosphere in the air feels delicate and intimate at the same time, with her kind yet beautiful eyes on us and the way my heart flutters because of her. From my peripheral vision, I manage to catch Yeji looking at us with suspicion before she clears her throat loudly, enough to pull us back to reality.

"It looks like I'm going to be late for an important event." Yeji glances down at her wristwatch before she grabs her purse at the side and rises from her seat. She offers us a kind smile. "It's nice meeting you. I hope your friendship with Stella lasts a long time."

With a pout on Stella's kissable lips, she makes her way to Yeji before engulfing her in a hug. "I can't believe you're going out again." I can hear Stella whining even though she tries to keep it discreet, prompting me to chuckle at how adorable she can be.

Yeji pats her back before pulling away from the hug and placing her hands on Stella's shoulders. "At least you'll have your friends to keep you company." I catch a knowing glint in Yeji's eyes. "Plus, I'm also here for both family and business. Unfortunately for you, duty calls."

Not too long later, Yeji has already left, leaving Stella to entertain us as she returns to the living room.

"So," Stella stands in our line of sight with her hands clasped together, and an awkward smile graces her pink lips. "What do you guys want to do?"

"What do you have in mind?" Sunghoon asks, quirking an eyebrow at her, but my eyes narrow at his smirking lips. For as long as I know Sunghoon, I know for a fact that there is suggestiveness hinted in his question. Damn bastard.

Stella purses her lips as she appears to be in deep thought, bringing some chuckles from us at how adorable she looks. She snaps out of her thoughts and looks at us with a sly grin. "Something fun." She takes steps back slowly. "I'm sure all of you will love it. Be right back."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The idea Stella had in mind wasn't what any of us expected.

"Why are we doing this again?" Sunghoon's voice is tinged with irritation, followed by a grumble. "This is meant for girls!"

"Because it's fun!" Stella exclaims, her eyes forming the shape of a crescent, with chuckles leaving her lips.

"Yeah, it's fun!" Sunoo chimes, earning him some glares from some of the guys.

It turns out, Stella brought down a mini-box full of manicures, including nail polishings. She decided that black polish would suit all of us. Unlike the rest of us, Sunoo and Ni-Ki voluntarily offered to polish our nails, as they had no issues with nail polishing.

Presently, Sunoo is attending to Jake, whereas Ni-Ki is attending to Jungwon. Stella has already polished Jay's nails, to which the latter doesn't seem too satisfied, nor does he complain much, unlike Sunghoon. On the other hand, I am waiting patiently for my turn.

"My nails." Sunghoon whimpers, staring down at his nails that are already polished in black, while Stella rolls her eyes at Sunghoon's dramatic ass, but nonetheless, she takes great pleasure in Sunghoon's reaction. "Princess, what have you done?"

"I made your nails prettier!" Stella chirps with a grin, earning her a scowl from Sunghoon. "Trust me, you'll love it!"

"Are these permanent?" Jake asks, the mortification written on his face brings laughter out of Stella. "Love, I don't want to be seen with my nails polished on campus tomorrow."

"What if I tell you they are?" Stella's whimsical remark elicits dramatic gasps from Jake, Jay, Jungwon, and Sunghoon. "I'm just joking. You may remove them only after you get home." Finally, she's done with Sunghoon's nails and rises from the ground before her eyes settle on mine.

I have been staying quiet, just observing the rest and being amused by the sight. I don't feel too keen on Stella's idea, but if that's what makes her happy, then the least I can do is not complain and allow her to do what she wants to my nails.

"You don't seem to complain." Stella tells me with a light chuckle as she settles herself to sit in front of me. She doesn't hesitate to grab my hand and place it on top of her thigh. "At least I won't have to hear you whine and grumble annoyingly, unlike Park Sunghoon and Sim Jaeyun."

"We heard that!" Both Sunghoon and Jaeyun exclaim simultaneously, but she merely ignores them.

"I'd let you do anything to me." I say softly as I watch her polish my first nail carefully yet expertly.

She pauses briefly and glances up to meet my eyes. Her rosy cheeks deepen their colour before she clears her throat and resumes polishing my nails. "So, where is Aera?" She asks. "She would've loved to join me polishing your nails."

"She wanted to follow, but her assignments are due tonight." I inform. "She has a habit of completing her assignments in the last few minutes."

Stella hums in acknowledgment as she proceeds to grab my other hand. "Your nails are already pretty, Hee." She compliments me, her soft tone is enough to melt my heart.

"Thank you, sweetheart." I chuckle lightly, and the next thing I know, she is done, allowing me to examine them. "You know, I think I look great in these nail polishes."

"You are." Stella agrees, though she appears to be flushed with the way her eyes seem to scan my countenance. "The black polish complements the way you look."

I know what she meant. The black nail polish matches with my outfit which consist of black pants and tee with black leather jacket completing the whole look.

This time, my smile transitions into a smirk as I lean a little closer to her. "Yeah? Do I look like your pretty boy now?"

Stella takes me by surprise when she boops my nose with a chuckle. "Yes, you are."

"Stella! I need your help!" Sunoo's intervention causes me to sigh as Stella leaves me.

"You look good with them, bro." Jay compliments me, making me feel taken aback.

"I look ridiculous." Sunghoon remarks loudly, as if he wants Stella to hear who is busily polishing Sunoo's nails.

"Yeah, you do!" Jake grins boyishly at a scowling Sunghoon. "Hey! At least you look ridiculous with me!"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"You guys look so pretty with your nails." Stella coos, a simper smile graces her lips as she looks pleased with our overall look. "See? I told you that you would look good, but you doubted me."

Some of the guys are getting ready to head back while the others will be going for a night ride. They even invited Stella to join them, but Stella wasn't in the mood to go for a ride. In fact, throughout the day we spent time together, she looked slightly distraught but masked it with her smiles and laughters. Or maybe I'm just imagining things.

"I've never once doubted you." Ni-Ki brings Stella into a side hug, blatantly displaying his affection for her when he kisses her crown.

"Same." Sunoo chuckles. "We're your pretty boys, right, darling?" Stella blushes and looks away from Sunoo, but she seems to agree as she doesn't give a reply.

"They're starting to grow on me." Jay says as he examines his nails

"I can't wait to remove them." Sunghoon gives Stella a delightful grin, to which the latter rolls her eyes. "Keep rolling your eyes and you'll lose them one day, princess."

"We better get going." Jungwon announces before he turns to look at Stella with a soft gaze. "I'll see you tomorrow, Bubs." He embraces Stella, hugging her for a little longer.

With each of the guys waiting for their turns to bid goodbyes, I stand just a few metres from them as I lean sideways against the wall with my arms crossed, silently watching them. Some of the guys don't hesitate to give her kisses on her forehead and crown.

I scoff lightly. It is as if they aren't going to see Stella for long when they'll be seeing her tomorrow again with how clingy and desperate they seem, unable to let her go. Soon, they step out of the mansion, leaving Stella and I alone.

"Heeseung, you're still here." Her face contorts into confusion as she walks towards me. "Why are you not joining them?"

"I want to keep you company for awhile." I raise my eyebrow at her. "Do you not enjoy my company?"

"I do." She answers quickly. "Actually, thanks. I do need some company." She sighs, placing her hand at her forehead. "I can't stop thinking about something. I've actually been distraught, but I didn't want to show it to all of you and spoil the mood."

"I know." I lean away from the wall. "I noticed how you looked a little out of it. Care to tell me what is troubling my girl?"

Stella looks at me, seeming to be contemplating. "Not here. Let's go to my room." She grabs my hand without a second thought and proceeds to drag me with her.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Her room is just what I expected. It matches her aesthetic. The size of her room is equivalent to a living room. The queen-sized bed is pushed up against the wall, facing the window. Bookshelves painted black with stacks of books and other decorative items. Just beside her nightstand, there is a mini-fridge and a walk-in closet room. The ajar door of her bathroom allows me to catch a glimpse of a bathtub.

Still holding my hand, she brings me to the centre of the room, where there is a mini couch that fits two people and a small coffee table. On the table, I spot a brown file with the word 'confidential' stamped.

As I take a seat, I watch with a frown as she paces back and forth with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. "Talk to me, sweetheart."

Stella lets out a sigh as she stops pacing. "Earlier, Yeji and I went into our father's office. Yeji told me she found something that was rather unsettling and that it concerns me." She grabs the file and hands it to me, which I grab and proceed to flip open.

My frown deepens as I examine the documents. What makes me even curiouser is a document that states a DNA test result. I look up at her. "Is this all yours?"

"Yes. But the thing is, there must be other missing documents because it doesn't add up!" Stella's frustration is apparent as she sits on her bed, facing me. "At first, I thought I was adopted, but my mother was pregnant with me when she had the DNA tested."

I close the file and put it back down before I slowly approach her. "And?"

Stella's eyes turn crestfallen. "And I don't know, but mostly I'm afraid of the possibility that there is an ugly truth behind my birth."

I sit next to her, and my heart aches at how she looks dejected. I don't hesitate to grab her hand, holding it close to my chest while my action prompts her to look at me. "Whatever it is, I'll be there with you every step of the way." I place a kiss on her knuckles, a gesture I often find myself doing to her. My eyes soften. "Thank you for trusting me enough to let me know your troubles and concerns."

Stella's eyes soften as well before she goes in for a hug, and I gladly welcome her. Soon, we find ourselves settling comfortably on her bed with my back resting against the headboard and my arm around her body, while Stella has her arm wrapped around me with her head resting on my chest. We bask in the silence, and I swear I can hear the sound of my heart beating.

I allow her to play with my fingers, twiddling them mindlessly on my chest. "You really look good with black nails, Hee." She breaks the silence, murmuring.

"That's because the pretty lady herself polished them." I say softly, unable to resist myself from giving her forehead a kiss, prompting her to look up at me.

She stops twiddling with my fingers. Her eyes flicker at my lips. "Kiss me?"

I gladly do so, dipping my head down to kiss her softly with one hand cradling her face. This kiss feels different compared to our last one. This feels delicate and sweet, tingling with yearning.

We pull away, stopping for a few inches as we flutter our eyes open. She cracks into a grin while the softness of her gaze persists. "You're pretty, Hee."

"I'd rather be called handsome, but if my sweetheart insists that I'm pretty, who am I to deny?" I drawl lazily, smirking at her flushed reaction. Before I know it, our lips reconnect.

I don't know how long we spend kissing each other lazily, cuddling on her bed, and even talking about random stuff in a soft tone, with her occasionally twiddling either my fingers or my necklace, but long enough to hear Yeji's voice and footsteps approaching from the outside.

"Stella! Are you asleep?"

Stella pauses from twiddling my necklace before she looks up at me with wide eyes, but I remain collected and shake my head at her.

"No?" Stella answers Yeji unsurely. "Don't come inside!"

There is a protracted silence before Yeji speaks again. "Just don't stay up too late."

"I should head back." I say after Yeji walks away with her footsteps sounding faint. But I still have her in my arms, unable to let her go. "But I don't have the heart to leave you."

"Then don't." She snuggles into my chest before resting her head in the nook of my neck. "Stay here with me."

I chuckle breathily as I fully wrap my arms around her figure and rest my chin on her head. "As you wish, sweetheart."

Moments like this, I wish they would last. I wish for a lot of things, including living a peaceful life with Stella in it.

As I hold her close to me, I flutter my eyes closed, pained at the prospect of her learning the truth about some of us.

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