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ghostdrew22 · 3 years

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hi ok sooooo i have asked numerous writers for this request because i thrive on angst and fluff 👁👄👁 so here goes: a love triangle between draco, harry, and a ravenclaw reader. the reader’s been known to be head over heels in love with draco and giving him origami hearts everyday for a year or two, which he only throws in his trash bin. he usually just ignores her and finds her gestures annoying and laughable. one day, he goes too far with his rebuttals. the reader, heartbroken and realizing she had no chance at all, stopped pursuing him altogether. for the next few weeks, he found himself weirded out that he hadn’t received any origami hearts. while emptying his trashbin, he discovers that when you unfold the hearts, there were little notes of encouragement and sweet letters. just as he was about to confront her, he notices the reader folding something on her table during class and thinking it was finally another origami heart for him. however, it was a butterfly, and she handed it to harry instead. Jajdjeioa PLS MAKE IT ANGSTY AND FLUFFY IT’S UP TO U ON HOW IT WILL END BUT WOULD BE CUTE IF HARRY MADE THE PAPER BUTTERFLY FLAP ITS WINGS THO

Ok sorry for the cliche and long request, take your time and stay safe. I enjoy your writing sm 🥺

Butterflies and Paper Hearts || D.M, H.P

Requested: Yes Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader , a bit of Harry Potter x reader but not really Warnings: ANGST, swearing, Summary: Draco doesn’t like you and tries to let you down multiple times, when it finally does work he feels regret wash over him.

WORDS : 3864

First of all, I’m so sorry for taking so long to get to this. I read the request when it first came in and I loved it but I’ve been struggling to conceptualize it, and then I fell into a bit of a sad spiral because of all the other stuff that’s been going on in my life, which is why I took me so long to complete it. Second of all, I had to amend the idea a bit to make it work for me, e.g I wrote this in an AU where Voldemort doesn’t exist because I hate mr. no-nose, and I didn’t make the hearts go on for years. Third of all, thank you so much for this request! It’s a lovely concept and I really enjoyed writing it <3

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Butterflies.

Flying. Soaring. Alive.

The first time that Draco had ever noticed you was in your fourth year. You were sat at the Ravenclaw table and immersed in a discussion with Padma Patil, one that had you laughing so hard that you were throwing your head back and wiping tears from your eyes. The sight had knocked the wind out of his lungs, like someone had just punched him in the stomach, and he felt the weirdest sensation in his gut.

It was butterflies erupting.

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The first time that you noticed Draco was in your fifth year. Ravenclaws and Slytherins were in Charms together, as usual, and you’d accidentally sat next to him instead of Padma.

“Dude, you’ll never guess what happened this morn-“ You stop speaking the second you notice that the person beside you is, in fact, not your best friend but rather a scowling Slytherin. “You’re not Padma.” You frown.

“No shit.” He rolls his eyes, “What gave it away? The green robes or the blond hair?”

“The snarky attitude.” You instantly reply and he looks taken aback for a second, “Who are you anyway?”

If you’d thought he looked shocked before, you were wrong. “Excuse me?”

“Who are you? What was so confusing about that sentence?” You raise your eyebrows, “Clearly not a Ravenclaw.”

He scoffs at your remark but answers anyway, “I’m Draco? Draco Malfoy?” He asks, a pretentious tone lacing his voice. “We’ve shared this lesson together since you got here last year?”

“Stalker much?” You ask with a smile and he rolls his eyes. “Anyway, nice to meet you Draco, I’m Y/N.”

“I know.” He replies simply as he takes the hand that you’d outstretched. “Some of us pay attention.”

“Mhmm.”

“So what happened this morning?”

“What?” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“You were about to tell me about what happened this morning.”

“Oh.” You respond in embarrassment and watch as his smirk grows.

“What? Am I not worthy of your great story?”

“It’s not that, I just don’t think it’ll interest you.”

“Try me.”

“Right, what’s all this then?” Padma asks as she stops in front of the desk with a confused expression.

You giggle at her obvious confusion, “I accidentally sat here instead of by our normal spot. Do you know this miserable boy?”

“Better than I’d like to admit.” She responds sourly before turning a harsh gaze toward Draco, “Daddy’s boy.”

“Wench.” He responds and she rolls her eyes.

“Are you coming to sit with me?” Padma asks as she turns back to you and you shake your head.

“Maybe tomorrow, I’d like to sit here and annoy him today.”

“I cannot possibly stand in the way of that, you’re doing the whole grade a great service.” Padma replies with a laugh as she goes to sit a few desks away from you.

~~~

Day 1 - 1 Heart

Hearts.

Fragile things.

It’s the next Monday when you have Charms again, and you decide to sit by Draco’s desk in hopes of him coming to sit beside you.

“What on earth are you doing?” Draco asks as he peers over your shoulder before sitting in the chair beside you.

“Origami.” You respond with a smile and he raises an eyebrow toward you. “That thing where you fold pieces of paper into shapes?” You ask and he nods in understanding.

He takes his seat with a sigh, “Sounds boring.”

“Everything sounds boring to you.” You roll your eyes before finishing up the origami heart.

“True.”

You give it a once over and smile in satisfaction before turning to Draco and handing it out him. “Here.”

Hearts. Absurdly fragile things, Draco thinks as he feels his own heart begin to race. Here you are, nonchalantly handing him a piece of paper, and he feels like his entire world is collapsing in on itself at the gesture. Y/N, giving me a heart.

He rolls his eyes and takes the object from you with a scowl, “Why are you giving this to me?”

You shrug, “You’re not completely intolerable, you’ve earned it.”

He smirks, “Careful, people might start to think that you like me.”

You smile, “Maybe I do.”

Your smile reminds him of butterflies- bright, fluttering, inviting, warm, beautiful.

He rolls his eyes and makes a big show of tossing the origami heart into a nearby bin, and you fight to hide the hurt hidden behind your eyes. But what you don’t know is that at the end of the Charms lesson, once everyone else has left, Draco goes into that very same bin and pulls out the heart.

Day 20 - 20 Hearts

“Are you still doing this?” He asks in annoyance as you hand him another origami heart, the same way you have, every morning, for the last twenty days.

“Yup. I’ve got no reason to stop.” You shrug with a small smile.

“How about the fact that I think they’re stupid and I don’t like them?”

“You’re under the misconception that I care about your feelings.”

He chuckles and brings his face down to yours till you’re inches apart. “I think you care a lot more about my feelings than you’d like to admit.”

You swallow and look away from him, trying to avoid the warm feeling that’s creeping up your neck and settling into your skin. “You wish blondie.”

“Mhmm.” He replies absent-mindedly as he turns into the classroom, drops the heart into the nearest bin, and sits in his seat.

You try to look unbothered as you go to sit beside him, ignoring the disappointment that’s churning your insides.

Day 35 - 35 Hearts

You watch as Draco inspects the origami heart from the Slytherin table, hoping that he might open it this time.

“He’s going to break your heart, Y/N.” Padma whispers from her seat beside you in the Great Hall.

You shake your head and let your eyes drift away from the blond at the Slytherin table. “He wouldn’t do that, he’s a lot better than you think he is.”

“Y/N, I’ve known him a lot longer than you have and I know that this isn’t going to end well.”

“And why not?” You ask defensively.

Because you’re a muggle-born, Padma wants to say, but she knows that it isn’t her place to crush your dreams so harshly. She shakes her head instead and smiles sympathetically, “Nevermind, I’m sorry for overstepping.”

You don’t notice, too busy talking to Padma, that Draco tucks the little piece of paper into his robe with a small smile.

Day 50 - 50 Hearts

You don’t exactly know when you caught feelings for Draco, it’s like all the small moments just bunched up together, but you know that it wasn’t your intention. The hearts, the sitting together in charms, it had all just started as friendly gestures in an attempt to get the scowling boy to befriend you, but somewhere along the line things just got too messy.

And now, you’re utterly infatuated with him.

You take a deep breath as you pull out the small box from your bag containing Draco’s Christmas present. The train comes to a half at platform 9 and 3/4, and you quickly grab your belongings before rushing out of the train in order to catch the blond before he goes home for the holidays.

You catch him by the door and you smile at him. “I’ve got something for you.”

“Another paper heart?” He raises his eyebrows with a smirk and you shake your head.

“No, it’s something else actually.” You hand the box to him, wrapped in a mix of dark green and navy blue paper, and he accepts it with a skeptical glance.

“What is it?”

“A Christmas present.” You laugh and he nods sheepishly in acknowledgement.

“Oh.” He rubs the back of his neck, “I didn’t get you anything…”

“I didn’t want anything.” You smile again, “That’s not why I got you a gift.”

You watch as he nods again and looks out the window. “Then why did you get me the gift?”

“Cause we’re friends.” You shrug and he swallows.

If he were any other person then the erupting butterflies in his stomach would be an obvious sign to pull you closer and hug you till both your arms hurt. If you weren’t a muggle-born witch, and his parents weren’t watching him intently from outside the train, then this would be the moment that he seized to let your friendship blossom into more.

“We’re not friends.” He spits out coldly, and you’re taken aback by the sudden harsh tone.

“Okay…” You reply quietly, “Acquaintances?”

“For fuck sake…” He mumbles with a sigh, “Y/N, I don’t like you, at all. You’re annoying, you’re pushy, and worst of all, you’re a mudblood.”

Harsh words, words that taste of venomous denial, are running out of his mouth before he can stop them. The look of astonishment and sadness on your face has regret dancing on his tastebuds like the taste of tar, and he struggles to push that feeling down.

“You don’t mean that…”

“I meant every word, and I can repeat it if that empty skull of yours didn’t catch it.”

You shake your head and look down at the ground, trying to blink away tears, and he nods as he turns to finally leave the train.

“Draco.” You choke out and he whips his head back angrily.

“What?”

“I forgot to give you this today.” You whisper as you hand him his origami heart and push your way past him toward the platform.

You feel sick, you feel sad, you feel disappointed. There’s a twisting and churning that’s going on in your stomach but it’s not like normal, it’s the opposite of what you’ve felt every time before.

It’s butterflies dying.

He watches you walk away as a lump forms in his throat.

Day 65 - 0 Hearts

Draco walks into charms half-expecting you to be sitting somewhere else, and half-hoping that you’re sitting in your usual seat beside him. He didn’t open the Christmas present, too much guilt weighing him down, and he hopes that you don’t give him any more paper hearts.

He feels an odd combination of anguish and comfort when he sees that you haven’t moved, and goes to sit beside you in silence. You turn to him and smile but say nothing to him, not then and not for the rest of the lesson. When you get up to leave he half-expects you to drop an origami heart on his books, and disappointment consumes when you don’t.

Day 75 - 0 Hearts

“Morning.” He mumbles as he finds a spot beside you, as usual.

“Morning.” You respond.

That’s all the conversation that you two have now. A part of you misses the way the two of you had been before, easy-going, sarcastic, in-sync, but an even bigger part of you understands why that had to be over. He could never allow himself to love someone like you without resentful undertones of disgust and shame, and you could never settle for someone who doesn’t love you regardless of your blood purity.

“Y/N…” Someone whines from ahead and you look up from your desk to find Harry stood in front of you.

You laugh at his childish behaviour, “Yes Harry?”

“Please help me with this assignment?”

“No.” You respond bluntly, just to mess with him, and he pouts at you.

“Please?” You shake your head, “Please?” You shake your head again and he pouts at you hopelessly, “Pleaseeee?” He begs once more and drags out his plea.

You laugh once again and nod, “Okay fine.”

“Thank you so much!” He exclaims excitedly and leans over the desk to hug you. You shake your head and giggle in his arms, and Draco has to look away to ignore the looming feeling of jealousy consuming him.

Day 103 - 1 Heart

“So, I know that we’re not friends or anything…” You start as you turn to Draco, “But Valentine’s Day is tomorrow and I can’t resist the urge to give you one more.”

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion but feels realisation wash over him as you hand him an origami heart, one that’s bigger than all the rest you’ve given him in the past. He nods and takes it from you, trying to pretend as though his heart isn’t swelling at the gesture. “Thank you.” He responds curtly before the two of you revert back to silence.

It’s only when he’s alone in his dorm room that night that he actually looks at the origami heart. It’s red, and you’ve written his name across it in cursive. He runs his fingers along it and allows himself to unfurl it, feeling shocked to find words written inside it.

I know you never read these, so I’m probably wasting my time, but I wanted to say that I miss you.

Ridiculous right? I even feel stupid writing it. But it’s the truth, I do. I miss your smile, and your laugh. I miss the way you would scribble nonsense in my book to distract me from the lesson, and I miss the way you’d get so frustrated when I did the same. I miss the way you’d make fun of me for being a nerd, and try not to look proud when you outdid me in tests.

I miss your jokes too, even though they weren’t really funny, and the way you’d always forget your textbook so we were forced to share and we had an excuse to talk. I miss you a bunch, even though I know that you don’t miss me nearly as much.

Happy Valentine’s Day pretty boy,

I wish you could’ve loved me the way that I love you.

He quickly jumps off his bed and walks toward his trunk. He pulls out the Christmas gift that he never opened and another small box that he’d used to store all of your origami hearts, and begins to go through them all.

Note 1 - You’re weird but I like you. Very defensive, I hope that I can knock down those barriers. Note 2 - Your hair looked really nice today, made you look like a famous movie star who pays people to do it for him. Do you secretly have a hairdresser in your room? Note 3 - Your eyes are a strange colour, a cross between blue and grey, it reminds me of the sky before a really pretty rainstorm.

He opens every heart, from the first to the last, processing every last compliment that you’d ever written. With every word he reads, he feels a mixture of love and guilt wash over him simultaneously. Love for you- because you’re kind, and funny, and beautiful, and way too good for him- and guilt- for treating you so horribly because he was scared, when all he had wanted to do was kiss you, and hold your hand.

9 - I’m oddly very proud of you for beating me in the latest Charms assignment, you might actually be the bigger nerd between us both. 20 - I know you hate that I call you pretty boy but that’s what you are, you’re unnecessarily pretty! 26 - You’re very funny when you’re not trying to be. Your jokes are horrendous, but your impersonations and quips can be quite amusing. 35 - I’m starting to think that you don’t read these. No, I’m sure that you’re not reading these. Doesn’t matter though, there’s so many things that I love about you and I think I’ll explode if I don’t put them down somewhere. 47 - I’ve fallen very hard for you, it might be your dumb laugh or the way you tickle me whenever you walk into class, but I didn’t know that you could feel this much for a person. Damn you pretty boy. 50 - Padma thinks you’re no good for me, I agree, but I don’t care. I love you too much to give you up.

The last of the collection is the Christmas gift that you gave him. He’d refrained from opening it out of shame, feeling unworthy of a gift from you after being so cold to you that day on the train. He unwraps it and finds another paper heart, with a silver engraved ring above it. The words, ‘pretty boy’ are inscribed into the ring and he smiles at the sight, a few tears sliding down his face.

Pretty boys like you deserve a little more than paper hearts, I hope you like it.

He slips the ring on before getting off his bed, walking to his desk, and pulling out a piece of paper.

Day 104 - 1 Heart.

It’s Valentine’s Day and his palms are sweaty, for the first time in his life Draco has sweaty palms because of a girl.

You’re in your usual seat and you’re folding another piece of paper. His heart soars at the sight of you so focused, that goofy smile you always have whenever something demands a lot of your attention, and your hands working delicately against the edges of the paper. He stops in front of you.

He clears his throat and you look up at him, startled by the sudden interruption. “Oh, Draco, morning.” You respond with a small smile, obviously still apprehensive about him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Y/N.” He smiles back and slides an origami heart onto the desk, beside the butterfly that you seem to have been folding.

“What’s this?” You ask in confusion as you pick it up and inspect it.

“You’ve made enough to be able to tell by now.” He deadpans and you laugh softly with a nod.

“It’s a paper heart.” You smile up at him, “Did you make this for me?”

“Maybe.” He responds curtly as he slides into his chair beside you, but you catch the shy smile he’s harboring.

“Thank you.” He nods, “I could’ve done better though.”

He scoffs, “That’s not a fair comparison.”

“And why not?” You raise your eyebrows and he chuckles as he rolls his eyes.

“Read the note inside and you’ll know why.”

“There’s a note inside?” You exclaim excitedly as you start to unfold the heart and he yanks it out of your hands.

“No! Read it later when I’m, like, far away from you.” He says defensively and you furrow your eyebrows but nod in agreement.

“Alright, I’ll read it after school.” You take it back from him and put it in your robe. You resume folding the butterfly and smile when you see that it’s done.

Draco watches intently as you finish it, expecting you to hand it to him once it’s finished, and furrows his eyebrows in confusion when you set it down and scan the classroom.

“Harry!” You exclaim as you watch him walk from the door and toward you with a bright smile.

“Y/N.” He responds once he’s standing in front of you. “Is this for me?” He asks once he sees the butterfly on your desk, and Draco is about to scoff at the question but you nod your head eagerly.

“Of course!” You pick it up and give it to Harry, watching excitedly as he opens it up and reads the note inside.

Draco watches in silent envy as Harry laughs, at whatever you’ve written in the note, and brings his lips down to your forehead. “Thank you so much butterfly, I love it.”

You smile proudly and your eyes light up as you watch Harry cast a charm to make the butterfly flap it’s wings and fly down to his desk. “When are you going to teach me that? I’ve been asking for weeks now!”

“If I taught you then I wouldn’t have anything to impress you with.” He smirks as he leaves to his desk and you shake your head with a laugh.

“You two seem to be quite friendly now…” Draco mumbles, trying to hide the jealousy in his voice. The butterflies that had been erupting in his stomach earlier that morning being trampled to death by Harry.

“Yeah, we’ve been-“ You cut yourself off with a gasp as you catch a glimpse of the ring that you bought Draco, “You’re wearing it!”

He smiles at your excitement, thinking about how such simple expressions from you leave butterflies fluttering in his stomach. “Yes.” He chuckles and you smile.

“I thought you didn’t like it.” You respond softly and he feels his heart break.

“No, not at all. I just didn’t want other people getting jealous.”

He smiles at you and you feel that familiar bubbling in your stomach, like rosh bushes blooming at the sight of the sun, but you can’t exactly pinpoint the feeling.

Later that day when you’re sat beneath a tree and reading Draco’s letter, you know exactly what that feeling is.

~~~

Y/N.

Beautiful, funny, kind, observant, utterly perfect Y/N.

I’ve spent the last three hours trying to come up with a reason for you to forgive me, I couldn’t come up with one. I also tried to find an excuse, any really, that could justify my horrid actions over the last few weeks, and I couldn’t find one. So instead, I settled on just telling you the truth.

I’m a coward.

You’re probably laughing right now and thinking, “He’s only realising this now?”, and the answer is yes. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but you’re the brighter one between us two. It took me 103 more days than you, to realise what you knew the first day you made me a paper heart; the two of us are meant to be.

That sounds a bit cheesy doesn’t it? Doesn’t matter anyway, because in note 12 you said that you enjoy my cheesy anecdotes. I’m not sure why though, I’m not particularly sure why you love anything about me when you’re you, but I guess some mysteries can never be solved.

I’m sorry for those words I said that day on the train, I didn’t mean them. I was scared of what my parents would think if I fell for a muggle-born witch, but I forgot one important thing; it doesn’t matter. All that matters is the fact that I’ve never been as happy as when I’m with you. If I could spend the rest of my life getting these perfect little paper hearts from you, listening to your sweet laugh, bothering you when you’re trying to get work done and buying you rings that match the ones on my hands, then I’d be over the moon.

I’m sorry for taking so long to tell you this; I love you Y/N. I know that I haven’t earned a second chance but if by some miracle you decide to grant me one then I promise to make it worth your while.

I would pick the stars out of the sky for you Y/N, if only you asked me to.

Happy Valentine’s Day from your pretty boy.

You look up from the letter and wipe the tears that had managed to escape, before getting off the grass and running back into the castle. When you find Draco eating dinner in the Great Hall, and see him flash you a shy smile, you instantly know what that feeling from earlier was.

It was butterflies reviving.

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I’m pretty sure I completely deviated from what you wanted, I’m so sorry if it’s not satisfactory :( It’s so cheesy and I feel like I messed it up at a few points but either way I liked writing it, it made me very happy to finally write some Draco fluff again.

anyway, love you all,

jean <3

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Camp North Star - June 9th

AFAB!Reader x Im Nayeon

Word Count: 2466

Contents: fingering, oral (both reader receiving)

You played with the flower that you’d picked between your fingers as dusk fell. It was a little cooler this evening and most of the other coaches were relaxing in their cabins or hanging out in the rec rooms. A week and a half had passed and soon the rest of the counsellors would be arriving. On top of that, there were still a number of things to do with Wonwoo; trying out all the canoes, mapping out the canoe trip routes, practicing rescues and teaching safety to the counselors. Lots of things should have been on your mind.

And yet, the only thing that was really coming back to you as you sat on your beach towel, staring out over the water of the lake as the last few rays of sunlight left the sky was the idea of a hoe summer. Of all the things you needed to do that was taking up your mental energy. It felt like too far out to really be a rebound or trying to fill some hole that he left, even if you weren’t 100% emotionally healed. But having some fun probably wouldn’t hurt. It could definitely boost your confidence after so much questioning yourself when he left.

There was still the matter of where or how to start. As much as everyone was joking about it you were pretty sure no one thought it was totally serious. If you asked would anyone actually say yes to messing around? What if you asked a bunch of people and they all said no? That might be a bit too big of a hit to your self esteem.

“Hey, there you are!”

You turned at the sound of Nayeon’s voice. She was strolling over the sand towards you, carrying her own big, fluffy beach towel. “I saw you out here earlier, I didn’t know if you would still be here.”

“Oh, yeah,” you said. “I’m just… thinking I guess.”

Nayeon laid out her towel and sat down next to you. “What’s on your mind?”

You turned to look back out over the water.

“Ah, it’s nothing serious.” You tore the last few petals from the flower.

“You sure about that?” She asked softly.

You thought for a moment. “I’m… thinking about what you said.”

“Oh? About the hoe summer?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, that.”

“You know you don’t have to do anything like that, right? It was j-”

“No I-” You stopped as a grin tugged at her lips. “Don’t give me that look.”

She leaned in closer,” You do wanna do it.”

“I just think it might be fun, that’s all,” you muttered.

“Aww my cute little slut,” she squealed, pinching your cheek.

“You can’t call me that and act like it’s cute!” You cried, trying to bat her hand away. Nayeon giggled and cooed at you, grabbing at your cheeks as you started to laugh, trying to squirm out of her grasp before falling back onto the towel. She caught herself, a hand on either side of you before crashing down on top of you as your giggles started to subside.

A smile tugged at Nayeon’s lips again as she gazed down at you, not showing any sign of sitting up. “Did you figure out how you’re going to kick it off?”

“I- I wasn’t sure if anyone was taking the idea seriously,” you said, trying to read her expression.

“I think a few of them are. And you have time to get into that too,” she hummed. “You really just need to figure out where to start.” Her smile was curling into a smirk as you brain caught up to her proposition. You turned the idea over in your mind, liking it more and more by the second, not that she hadn’t already planted the seed.

“It was your idea,” You hummed, gaze shifting to her lips.

“It was my idea,” she leaned a little closer.

“Not that you get to call dibs.”

“Of course not,” her voice dropped to a quiet murmur as her lips came closer before she shifted. Her lips landed on your jaw instead and she started to kiss slowly along your neck. You let out a quiet sigh as your eyes fluttered shut and you enjoyed the feeling, your fingers threading into her hair. “But my offer stands.”

“I think I’ll take it,” your voice came out with a slight whine as she sucked at a sensitive spot on the base of your neck.

After a few moments her lips pulled away from your neck and she moved her face over yours, meeting your gaze as you opened your eyes. “I thought you might,” she hummed before her lips met yours.

Her kisses were slow and deep, tongue pressing into your mouth easily. One on her hands started to slip down your side, tracing the line of your body. Your hand in her hair kept her close against you as she kissed you. Slowly she shifted her body over you, her legs finding a place between yours.

“Can I play with you right here?” She purred against your lips as her fingertips drew along the waist of your shorts. “There’s no one else outside.”

You threw a glance up towards the camp buildings. An inky blackness had settled around you once the sun had slipped past the horizon. Only a sliver of moon in the sky above, in some moments blocked out by clouds, gave any light to the beach where the two of you were laying. Your eyes met hers again in the dark and you gave her a smile mixed with excitement and nerves that she returned sweetly before leaning in for another kiss.

Her hand slipped past the waist of your shorts, moving slowly. She trailed her fingers over your panties first, feeling the way you pressed your hips up to her touch. You let out little sighs against her lips at the light sensation, pulling her ever so slightly closer by her hair and letting your legs fall just a bit further open.

Her fingertips played with the edge of your panties before slipping into them and your breath hitched. Nayeon pulled back enough to gaze down at you as her fingers drew soothing circles into your skin.

“Are you alright?” She hummed.

“Of course,” you said. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re tense,” she said.

A nervous grin tugged at your lips as you tried to relax a little. “Ah, I haven’t done anything at all since… Well it’s just been a while.”

Nayeon leaned in until her lips were grazing over yours. “Then let me handle everything tonight.”

Her lips met yours in another kiss. She kept the movements of her fingers slow, letting you get used to the feeling of someone else touching you again. Little by little you let yourself relax, feeling her fingers slip lower and lower slowly. Your fingers curled more tightly into Nayeon’s hair, kissing her more deeply.

Your breath hitched as her fingers found your clit. She held them still for a moment, focusing on kissing you before moving them in slow circles. Light sighs left your lips, no louder than the sounds of bullfrogs and crickets around you, but Nayeon still seemed to hear.

You felt the smile tug at her lips as her fingers found a slow rhythm. Tendrils of pleasure started to curl through you, sparking from her slow ministrations on your sensitive bud. You pressed your hips up subtly into her hand, wanting more as you relaxed into her touch and gave yourself over to the pleasure.

“Does that feel good?” Her voice was already laced with surety.

“Of course,” you hummed.

Her lips fell away from yours, finding your neck instead. She started to leave messy kisses along your skin as her hand trailed lower. Your hips pressed into her hand, growing eager for more and she smiled against your skin as she pressed one finger inside you slowly.

A quiet moan fell from your lips as you let your eyes flutter open. Still heavily lidded but you could take in the stars twinkling above you in the inky sky. A cool breeze blew across your skin, finding its way under your back as you arched away from the towel. Nayeon’s fingers curled and thrust into you at a steady pace that quickly had the pleasure building in your core.

“You’re good at this,” you breathed quietly.

Her lips trailed closer to your ear. “You say that like it’s a surprise.”

A laugh bubbled off your lips, morphing itself into a moan as she picked up her pace just a bit.

“It shouldn’t be,” you moaned. “But fuck, this feels good.”

“I’m setting the standard high.” She hummed, slowly pressing a second finger into your core and drawing a moan from your lips. “I have to feel bad for whoever comes next.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at her words, enjoying yourself far too much to think about who the next would even be. The pleasure was building steadily inside you as she moved her fingers faster, but easily finding just the spot that made you clench around her fingers and had your back arching subtly off the towel.

Her lips left kisses and light love bites on the sensitive parts of your neck and along your collarbone. Not enough pressure to mark but enough to draw quiet moans from your lips. You let her hand slip down her shoulder, scratching slightly at her skin as your gaze drifted between her and the twinkling sky above.

“Whoever’s next, you should give them some pointers,” you breathed, neediness evident in your voice as your body crept closer to it’s edge. Your hips were following the movement of her fingers, trying to draw more sensation from them as she teased the skin on your collarbone with her lips.

“Maybe,” she hummed. “But why don’t I set the bar even higher?”

You met her gaze, your own hazy as you processed what she was saying. The loss of her fingers inside you interrupted that thought and a whine came from your lips as she pulled her hand from your panties. You opened your mouth to protest but she shoved her wet fingers inside before you could.

“Good,” she hummed, a smirk pulled at her lips as you ran your tongue over her fingers. “Get them nice and clean. I have a different idea for how to finish this.”

You quirked an eyebrow at her as you sucked at her fingers. “It’s dark out here,” she said. “And everyone is inside. So why don’t we get just a little more risque?”

“What are you thinking?” you asked as she pulled her fingers from your mouth. She didn’t give you an immediate answer, instead her lips came to your neck, kissing as low as your shirt would allow before she shifted down the towel and curled her fingers into the waist of your shorts.

“Oh!” you exclaimed before slapping a hand over your mouth and searching behind you, looking through the darkness to the camp buildings. Even Nayeon’s fingers froze in place, both of you watching. But when no movement happened and no one came towards the beach you both relaxed.

Her fingers tugged at your shorts and after another quick glance at the camp you refocused your attention on her, lifting your hips and allowing her to pull off your shorts and panties. She discarded them on the towel before sliding her hands up your legs to your thighs and gently pressing them open.

“Now just sit back and enjoy,” she purred, settling between your legs. “And comes to terms with the fact that no one else is going to make you feel quite as good all summer.”

“I’ll try an-” your response fell off into a moan as she ran her tongue over your clit. Your hand slid into her hair again as she moved her tongue, trying different motions over your clit and watching each of your reactions.

Her skilled movements built the tension in your core much faster than her fingers could, the feeling heavenly. Your gaze drifted down to meet hers and you caught the smirk, evident in her gaze alone. Her fingertips curled into your thighs as she started to repeat the movements that drew the strongest reaction from you.

“Oh fuck,” your voice had climbed higher and far more breathy as the coil in your core curled tighter and tighter from the ministrations of her tongue. You bit down hard on your lower lip to keep your moans from growing too loud but the more you succumbed to pleasure the less you cared.

Nayeon pressed in closer, scratching her nails down your outer thighs lightly and adding to the sensation. Your back arched off the towel again as your hips ground against her face as much as she would allow.

The moans falling off your lips were growing a bit louder with each passing moment but the pleasure wound tightly inside of you was the only thing on your mind as you curled your fingers tightly into Nayeon’s hair while she wrapped her lips around your clit, moaning against you while sucking it roughly.

“Fuck,” you breathed. “Do that again. Fuck that feels good.”

Nayeon hummed, her tongue lapping over your clit in quick movements, pressing closer between your legs as they started to press in around her head. Your eyes drifted up to the stars above, a cool breeze tickling the hot skin of your face as you moaned.

Her lips wrapped around your clit again and she sucked harshly. Your eyes rolled back, blackness taking the place of the stars as you came, back arching off the ground and holding Nayeon’s head between your thighs. The sensation crashed over you in a wave that stole your breath and left you panting as the rush of pleasure washed through your body, leaving you trembling in its wake.

Nayeon pulled away from your core as you caught your breath, only for you to grab at her and pull her in for a kiss. She accepted, grinning against your lips but sounds of laughter in the distance interrupted you.

You both looked over at the rec hall, lights shutting off as a group of coaches left the building.

“It’s getting late,” Nayeon hummed, sitting up. She handed you your panties and shorts and you took them, frowning at her.

“Wait, but I didn’t- you-”

“I guess,” she hummed, grabbing her towel and getting to her feet. You scrambled after her. “You owe me one.” She threw you a smirk you could just make out in the dark. “You can return the favour later.”

A smile cracked across your face. “I’m looking forward to it.”

#camp north star au #cns au #twice imagines #twice smut #nayeon imagines #nayeon smut #im nayeon imagines #im nayeon smut #let the hoe summer begin hehe

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sup-hoes-its-me · 3 years

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Skinny Love (Kakashi x Reader)

A/N: hello again. I'm in love with Kakashi this mans makes me heart go wild I swear. Hope you like seeing him on ur dash lol. Shy reader who is too afraid to confess how she feels to Kakashi. This is only part one and is essentially just fluff. The second part will be all angst and sadness so beware.

Ps. It took me so long to get this one done. I was struggling to find the right words.

Word count: 4000

"Come on, sensei. You like him," Sakura laughed, poking her superior in the arm. The group of women stood outside the training grounds after a day of hanging out and working on their jutsu. On occasion Y/N enjoyed taking the girls out and spending time with them. It was a relief to be away from all that testosterone. If only for a short time.

She just shook her head, smothering down the embarrassment she felt creeping up her neck. Her stomach churned whenever she recognized her feelings for the man. It was just so intense. "I would never feel that way about a coworker, you know that, Sakura."

"But he's not just a coworker to you, is he? He's also your close friend," Ino hummed.

"Perhaps, but haven't I taught you that it's bad to let emotions get in the way of work?"

The blond rolled her eyes, turning to fully face one of her sensei, who she would argue was deeply in denial. "Seriously why does it even matter? Kurenai-sensei and Asuma-sensei literally had a baby together. You should definitely tell Kakashi you like him."

Y/N tossed her head back against the wall, sighing. "Girls, I really don't like him. He's just my friend. He's nice to me and I appreciate that, but that doesn't mean I want to date him or anything." Her voice shook and clearly she had been caught.

She was always so bad at lying.

"Whatever you say, Y/N."

"It's just something I'd rather not dwell on, Sakura. I'm sorry for being so private about it, but it's a sensitive subject for me," the woman confessed, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly.

"It's okay! You don't have to apologize. We get it! Feelings can definitely be complicated."

"I-I," she started, about to explain herself, but instead she rethought what she was about to say. There was no reason to actually reveal how she felt about the man. These times were tough, and there wasn't any room for making things even more messy with relationship drama. Y/N was more than happy just pretending they were friends and nothing more. As long as she had him just to talk to, she would be fine. As long as he always made it back alive, there was no reason to complain.

"You're right. Feelings are too complicated," she muttered, feeling herself practically deflate as she did so. Y/N was beginning to think she was just the one making everything complicated when it didn't have to be. Skipping around and lying about her feelings. Kakashi wouldn't ditch her if she just said something, she was sure of it.

Just as Sakura was about to reply, the voice of the man in question chimed in from down the path, "Y/N, we were looking for you."

"Yes, the third wheel to our tricycle of youth!"

Y/N felt a smile grow on her lips at the sounds of those voices, especially Gai's exclamation of youth. He was awfully weird, she thought, but that was what kept him so interesting. She turned to face the men walking in her direction. "Kakashi, Gai! What's up? The girls and I were just finishing our training."

"We're going out for drinks and thought you might like to join."

"Sounds great. It's been a long time since the three of us went out. For some reason we never have off at the same time anymore."

"Yeah, it's a shame. Missions have taken over our lives lately," Kakashi said tiredly. It was true. They really never had a second to rest. It was beginning to take its toll. Those were the consequences of war though. "How have you been?"

"Good, I, um..." she began, her eyes trailing up to Kakashi's. He watched back intently, patiently, and she felt something in her chest flutter up. He was always so handsome, she wondered how she could go so long without seeing his face. She just wanted to leap forward and give him a hug, wrap herself up in his warm arms for just a little while. That wasn't an option though, so she settled on some simple words. "I've missed you."

His eyes softened barely enough to be noticeable but she saw. Her heart continued to flutter up in her chest and she sighed, clutching her hands tighter behind her back. No doubt the girls standing just behind her were hyper-analyzing all their interactions, especially after revealing they held an interest in the pair's relationship.

He didn't have the chance to reply though, as Gai was the one to chime in. "Why thank you. I have to say, I've missed you as well, my kunoichi friend."

"Thanks, Gai." Even if the statement wasn't exactly pointed toward him, she was happy she had been missed.

"No problem! Now I hope you young ladies don't mind if we take L/N off your hands."

"No no. It's not a problem, Gai-sensei. I'm sure our moms want us home for dinner anyway. It's getting late after all."

"Yeah, we'll see you later, Y/N-sensei." The pink haired girl waved ss they started to make their way in the opposite direction toward town. Ino paused for a moment though.

"Don't forget what we talked about. You really shouldn't be so shy; it's gonna be okay," she said softly. Y/N sighed, nodding her head as if to say fine. In reality, she wouldn't do anything different. She wasn't feeling very open to changing herself or facing any of her fears. "See you around."

It was kinda sad that Y/N found comfort and support in a bunch of 15 year olds. She was an adult, couldn't she talk to other adults about her problems. These girls were just so accepting and she didn't feel awkward talking about immature things like crushes. Any other adult would just be too wrapped up in their own lives to care too much anyway.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing, Kakashi. We were just talking about random stuff. You know how curious they can be."

"You go out there and fight rogue shinobi every week. How could you be shy?" The green beast asked.

"It's really nothing. They're always assuming things about me. I'm reserved, but I wouldn't say I'm shy, per se…" She stopped to think for a quick second, tapping her foot on the ground. "Actually, I would say I'm just more conscious of the things I say and do than most other people. Not a bad thing at all."

Kakashi nodded. "It's good to keep a level head."

"Exactly. I'm Level headed. Thanks, Kakashi."

"Now let's head off to the bar! Sake for everyone!" Gai cheered, throwing his fist up in the air. She nodded, walking up beside the pair as they started off toward the restaurant of their choice, which she hoped was her favorite one with the tastiest fruit juice drinks. She was willing to put out good money to have one good, tispy night of drinks and snacking. It had already been weeks since she had a night off, one time wouldn't break the bank.

She stood to the right of them, just beside Kakashi. Every now and then she found herself drifting just a bit too close to him, her natural gait leaning toward the left. At one point, she found her hand skim dangerously close to his and she snatched it away to keep herself in check. Holding his hand perhaps was a dream of hers but she wasn't going to actually try anything.

It wasn't that she was afraid of Kakashi. Quite the opposite actually. She cared for him so deeply it sometimes made her stomach churn when she thought about it. He was her friend for ages, ever since she could really remember. He was one of the only people she could sit with and feel completely enveloped in a warm comfort, free of judgement and deceit. Gai as well, but Kakashi was different.

Maybe he could be a bit of pervert, and even sarcastic at times, but he was never rude. He had changed over the years from being a know-it-all, little jerk to someone everyone liked and admired, a kind and brave soul.

Unfortunately, it took bouts of death and loss to come about this change, but she wasn't going to ignore it. He was the best man she knew, and it only seemed natural she fell in love with him. He would probably never feel the same way. He had better things to worry about and other women to long for. He didn't have his entire life to wait around for a shy woman like herself. That was okay.

As long as he was alive and well, she would be happy.

Maybe one day she would gather the courage to grab his hand, to run her thumb over his knuckles and feel the callouses against her skin. Maybe one day she would have the courage to confess how she felt. Not now, but one day when she was comfortable.

"You okay?" He asked, pulling her out of her deepening thoughts. "You're walking really slow and uh, your hand…" The man motioned to where she was clutching her wrist against her chest.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just uh, my wrist is sore from training." She worked her hand in a circle, pretending to stretch it out. He rolled his visible eye, knowingly.

"Sure. Always skipping around the real issues."

"I'm really okay. I was just thinking hard about something."

"Anything to do with what you, Sakura, and Ino were talking about?" he suggested, raising a brow.

She groaned. He always knew what she was thinking. It was definitely one of his best and worst qualities depending on the situation. In this case, she felt awkward as she was so lost in thought about him. She felt like a fool. "Maybe it was. But that was girl time and now it's drinking time. Different topics of discussion."

"Well, mind telling me what's got you so caught up? It's gotta be important."

"It's personal."

"Ah, I see. Well, that's fine. When you want to talk about it, I'm always around."

There was silence for a moment, her thoughts running wild in her head. He was so kind, it wouldn't be bad to tell him how she felt. He would let her down easy, surely. And Gai would be there to cushion her embarrassment, no doubt. He would make things less awkward somehow. She was sure of it.

It was crazy. No way she would say anything. Definitely not.

"I'm interested in someone," Y/N found herself blurting out before she could stop herself. She just felt so much pressure building up in her chest and the only way she could relieve that feeling was to tell him something, anything about the predicament she was in. She wouldn't tell him exactly how she felt and about who, but she could vent.

Damn, all this and she didn't even have her first drink. That man really did something to her.

The men stopped in their path, their heads turning their attention solely to her. She felt her neck and cheeks begin to heat up and her palms start to sweat. Why would she say that? Dammit. She really was a fool.

"Really? Who?" Gai asked. "He'd be a fool to reject you, of course, beautiful flower of the leaf! You do not have to worry!"

"Gai...it's really not that simple. He is, um, out of my league, I guess you could say," she muttered nervously, rubbing her palms together to ease her anxiety. "He's just well, I don't know, the perfect guy ever."

She could feel Kakashi tense at her side, and her eyes scanned over him. He didn't look out of the ordinary but his energy had definitely changed. Strange.

"No one is out of your league, don't you dare say something like that! If he doesn't let you down easy, I will use my fists of justice to defend you! Tell me who this mystery man is."

"This is what Ino meant when she said you were being shy. You aren't going to tell him, are you?" Kakashi asked, and she noticed the bit of annoyance in his tone. She wondered if he was just upset she was talking about such silly things when they were ready to start drinking. She felt embarrassed. They were adults. Adults don't talk about this kind of thing. He doesn't want to hear about the guys she's interested in, or how she feels about them. Maybe Gai would be interested in it, but not a cool guy like Kakashi.

"Of course not. Like I said, he would just reject me anyway, there's no point," she told them. "And Gai, I can't just tell you who it is. You know you're a loud mouth; you'd go around telling everyone." She really didn't believe Gai would do that to her. He was far too conscious of others feelings for the most part. She just couldn't risk Kakashi knowing. She would keep it a secret from him.

"Oh come on! Just tell us! I'll help you out, be your wingman!"

"Maybe I'll tell you another time. When I'm more confident in myself."

"Well, what is it that has finally caught out dear friends heart in a web of love? Tell us!" Oh man. He really was nosy sometimes. He meant well, but occasionally he just didn't know when to stop. Kakashi kept his mouth shut because he understood she was getting uncomfortable, that or he was growing annoyed as she suspected.

Regardless, it was nice to get some of this off her chest, even if it was risky business.

"I don't really know. He's smart and considerate, and very brave. He's handsome as well, that's a plus," she smiled, listing off the things she liked about the man standing right in front of her. It felt so exhilarating, talking about her feeling so openly. It was terrifying and relieving at the same time. Y/N exhaled as she thought about him again, "He just makes me feel happy when I'm in my worst moments, that's all. I mean, what else could I ask for?"

"I see! He sounds like a good guy. Can't wait to meet him," he laughed until his eyes widened and he leaned in a bit closer to her face. He pointed his finger at his chest and questioned, "Unless of course, I already know him. It's not me, is it?

She found herself smiling just a little, her lips curving up at the absurdity of it all. "No definitely not. You don't have to worry about that."

"I'm wounded, but I understand. My youthfulness is just too strong for you."

As she thought of something to say, she began to question just why Kakashi hadn't said anything really at all. It was strange of him, letting the other man do all the talking when normally he asked her questions and at least tried to engage. Maybe he was feeling tired or bored with the conversation. She had to change the subject.

"So uh, let's get a move on before all the good booths are taken, yeah?"

"Actually, I'm getting tired. I think I'll just head home for the night, get ready for my mission in two days," the white haired jounin sighed. They both looked over to him, surprised, but Y/N knew why he needed to go. She had upset him somehow. So much for a fun night between the three of them.

"Kakashi, come on! Don't bail on us now!"

She took a step back and her eyes trailed up to his, which were narrowed, not angrily just as if he had been hurt or confused she couldn't tell which. "Oh, are you sure?" Her heart was sinking in her chest seeing him so conflicted.

"Yeah. Got a headache, too."

"Ah, okay. Well, I'll see you around sometime?"

"Yeah."

"Goodbye, rival. Hopefully you are feeling better tomorrow and we can have a real night of drinking indeed!"

And with that, he left to his apartment, leaving the other two behind. She felt her stomach begin to turn uncomfortably, sick from the thought of Kakashi just leaving them like that. He seemed so angry, she couldn't help but think it was all her fault. It wasn't in his nature to act that way.

They had already spent so much time apart already that it was tugging at her heart strings. She felt like they rarely saw each other anymore. For him to be angry at her and leave, that meant they would just see each other even less than before. It seemed like a nightmare come true. She really did miss him, like she had said. She missed the fun they would have together and the conversations they shared. She just missed him and there he went, gone off again without so much as a real goodbye.

The woman clutched at her stomach, feeling the tossing and turning overtake her sense with nausea.

Suddenly, before she could contain herself, tears began dripping down her cheeks, and she sucked in her breath. Hot tears warmed her cheeks, and frantically she wiped them away from her cheeks. Her arms wound around her waist and she hugged herself tightly inward, almost as if she would turn into a ball if she could.

"Y/N, what's wrong?! What happened?"

"It's Kakashi," she whispered, trying to keep herself from crying anymore but it only got worse.

"Kakashi? Because he left? It's okay, we can go drinking another night or-or you and I can just go alone. No problems," he tried to say but it wasn't going to work. She didn't want to go to dinner with Gai and she didn't want to wait until tomorrow, or whatever the next time they would all be together. She was being stupid and selfish, acting like a spoiled little baby with all this crying. She just couldn't stop herself.

"It's not that. There's something I haven't told anyone. I don't know what to do."

"It's gonna be fine whatever it is. Just calm down."

"No, I can't. It's so bad, Gai. I'm in love with him, it's him, and now he's mad at me and I don't know what I did wrong," she confessed, feeling all the words slipping out so easily. How is it that such strong emotions could just cause her to think so irrationally and just let something like this happen? A bout of confessing every feeling she had to her friend who may or may not go and relay all this information to Kakashi. It was stupid. She was just being stupid and reckless.

He nodded carefully, moving to take ahold of her shoulders to steady her. "It's gonna be okay. He's not mad at you, I promise. I know Kakashi and I'm sure he really was just feeling sick."

"Gai, I just...I don't want him to ever leave me, even over something stupid like this."

"Trust me, you don't have to worry about Kakashi leaving you. He would never do something like that. You are one of his closest friends. There's almost nothing you could do to make him do that, especially if you always have good intent at heart. Trust me, you really don't ever need to worry," Gai explained trying his best to reason with her. "You two do everything together. He never stops talking about you! He would never let you go."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am one hundred percent sure!"

"I-I need to go find him. I need to make sure he's not upset with me," she said as she pushed herself away from him. He waved to her as she started in the direction of Kakashi's apartment.

"Goodluck on your mission, Y/N, not that you'll need it."

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Kakashi was just about to enter his apartment when she dashed up the stairs and turned the corner, going so fast she nearly slid into the wall. His eyes widened when he saw her, and he froze in his spot, not turning the key to the door just yet. Her face was flush and chest heaved. He could tell she rushed on her way.

"Y/N, did you run all the way here?"

She stood, catching her breath after just having run all the way across town to find him. Her heart raced as she looked up at him, and she clutched at the railing of the stairs for support. "I wanted to say sorry for whatever I said to make you angry with me. I didn't know I was being insensitive."

"I told you I was sick," he replied, but she knew better. And he knew she did. He wasn't dumb. They knew each other better than that and there was no pretending.

"I could tell that was a lie. I know you were angry and I felt terrible."

"Were you just crying?"

She exclaimed back, holding a hand over her heart to maybe try and ease the racing heartbeat, "Maybe. What about it?! I was hurt that I'd offended my friend, isn't that tear-worthy?" She took a few more deep breaths through her mouth, letting the air fill her up and calm her down. "Why were you so upset?"

"It's not important."

"No, no. It's important to me!"

The man paused, thinking over his next words carefully. He very well knew the real reason he ran away from their conversation like a coward. He actually thought it was obvious. It wouldn't hurt for her to know. He sighed, "If you really want to know. It's because I was tired of hearing about your love life. It's not exactly an entertaining subject."

She knew it but admittedly she would be lying if she said she didn't feel her heart break a little at those words. He didn't care about her feelings enough to just sit there and listen to her talk for a couple minutes? Was she that annoying? So many thoughts ran through her head, and each one made her sad. "I just didn't want to go a whole night with Gai talking about it," he added. "It's nothing to do with you."

"I'm sorry. I really shouldn't have brought it up."

"It's fine," he brushed off her apology. "I'm the one who asked about it in the first place."

"Why- why wouldn't you want to hear me talk about other men? Why would that be a sore subject for you?" She asked, her curiosity spiking up through the roof. It was strange, the whole situation. He had never backed down from a personal chat before, only this time.

He felt like a deer caught in the headlights suddenly. How was he supposed to reply to that without blowing his cover. "I just don't like the whole romance thing."

But they both knew that was a lie. He read romance for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But if he wanted to keep his secrets, she would let him. There was no need to pry. She just hoped he would trust her enough in the future to explain what he meant. Secretly, she wished that it was because he was jealous. That he didn't want to hear about another man because he wanted to be that guy, her lover. It was a wild thought, a hopeless theory meant to be thrown out, but she could fantasize.

"Kakashi, we're still good? As friends and all? You'll go out with me and Gai another time then?"

He nodded, his lips quirking up into just a tiny smile. It was characteristic for her mind to go straight to the worst case scenario. He replied, "Of course. Like I said, it's not that bad. Don't worry about it."

"Okay. I'm glad. I really thought I messed up this time."

"I don't think there's anything you could do to make me hate you," he sighed, leaning his shoulder against his door frame. "The day I let you go is the day I die, Y/N."

She smiled, closing her eyes and finally taking a relaxed breath. It was done. He wasn't angry at all. He still cared for her and everything else she could hope for. As long as they could remain friends, it was all gonna be okay. She laughed, "That's what Gai said. Should have listened to him, huh?"

The both nodded and suddenly they were enveloped in a peaceful silence for a while. She stared down at her feet and he watched her quietly, admiring the way she could be so miserably shy yet so adorable at the same time.

"Do you wanna go catch dinner? Or uh, just drinks like we originally planned, if you want," he asked, running his hand through his hair. Her eyes brightened at the question, and he'd be stupid not to notice the new shine in them.

"Do you want to go find Gai first?"

"Actually, how about it just be you and me this time? We'll catch Gai tomorrow morning for breakfast instead."

"Two meals in two days...I'm not made of money."

"It's on me. Don't worry about it."

"Oh, jeez. So nice of you, Kakashi. Thank you! Where are we going?" she asked happily, walking up to him and rolling back in the balls of her feet.

"Wherever you want to go."

"I feel like I'm getting the special treatment. I'm so excited," she cheered, pulling him in the direction of the stairs by the edge of his sleeve.

He just smiled. It was all he could do. He had the most beautiful woman in the entire world in front of him ready to go on a not-exactly date. They were only friends, and she reaffirmed that today when she mentioned she was interested in someone else.

But for now he could pretend they were a thing. That they were dating and that she loved him and he could openly love her back. He would take her out to dinner and kick at her ankles under the table just to annoy her. And he would take a sip of her drink and pretend it was too sweet for him and watch as she struggled to drink a sip of his liquor.

And after he walks her home that night, he would hug her tight to his chest and he would think about kissing her, to pull down his mask for just a split second and press his lips to hers, but he would refrain. It just wasn't the right time. Maybe there would never be a right time either, and that was okay.

As long as they could have nights like these, as long as he would feel her in his arms, he was more than happy. He was in love.

Part Two is up.

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wheninitalyy · 3 years

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France is no escape - part 3.

A/N - hello?? Yes! I’m alive and well, I hope everyone has had a wonderful holiday season and I am embarrassed that this part has taken me so long to get written and posted but here it is!

With how long this took me + my drop is writing inspiration, I cannot say there will be a part 4 soon or at all (never say never though). Either way I'm not going anywhere and I will find more things to write, I'm open to request ideas but I can’t promise I can do them. I know this never got very romantic nor did you get to read more than learning about the reader and the inner-conflicts of they’re relationship with Benny, but I hope you enjoyed it either way.

Thank you & I hope you enjoy part three :]

Pairing : Benny Watts x Reader

Word count : 3041 (omg over 3k)

Warnings : mentions of alcohol & swearing

Other Parts : Part One, Part Two

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It’s surreal thinking my life choices are affecting others.

It’s surreal to think that leaving is more than a new start, it’s also taking something away from the people around me.

I do believe that I disappointed more than Benny by leaving, maybe Harry and Matt. Maybe I stepped into Cleo’s life for the better but stepped out of so many others for the worse.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and any forming tears, this wasn’t the day to pity myself and cry at sunrise. I didn’t want that for myself nor did I want to confirm my thoughts of being completely and utterly at my guilt’s mercy.

The sun glared through the sheers to tickle my skin and bother my eyes open.

At home I didn’t even have curtains, I was in love with the look sheers gave my home. I was in love with the moments where I can see the window made of sun on the floor and bed, in love with feeling the warmth of the sky.

I hope that Benny is out of that basement by now and up in the sun, up where he can have moments like mine.

I think of him all the time, I think of him when I’m happy because he is the one who taught me all the different shades of happiness.

I sound so sappy when I talk about Benny but that’s what I used to be all the time, sappy.

Benny wasn’t one to share feelings and talk about emotions like I was, and I never changed that, but I never wanted to.

He was my favorite person to talk to, my favorite brain to pick at.

My constant nagging about what was on his mind surely irritated him but I’m glad he talked to me about it all, all the inner conflicts and all the pretty thoughts.

I groaned into my pillow. I’m hungover on those beers… and some feelings.

I dragged my sleepy mind and body out of bed, it was going to take some time to feel myself again after steering away from alcohol for months. Now irritated by that woozy feeling in the back of my thoughts, ugh, I didn’t miss that one bit.

The city was just waking up with me, the nighttime had just fallen asleep here in Paris while the day started bright and loud.

I pulled myself to the window to look down on the city.

People walked the streets, either off to work or possibly coming to watch handsome chess players compete just to be the biggest and the best.

There was lack of smell in my room and cologne on my clothes—from the boys I hung around last night—that made my morning feel so different than the others.

The tournament started at noon, I needed to get to work.

I needed to call the writers and get down there to take shots of the players, get photos while I still can.

I looked down at myself, dressed in the same clothes as last night minus a layer or two.

I took a deep breath.

I thought about last night, I thought about wanting to walk down on those streets while it was light. This would be the perfect hour for a refreshing morning walk in Paris.

There was so much stopping me from enjoying this morning, my work, the distant feeling of pain behind my eyes, and my messy mind.

Fuck this.

I’ll be quick, just an hour or so but I’ll have to get ready now if I’m going to go before work drags me in the opposite direction.

After my short shower, I called the author for the magazine I was working for.

“Darling, I was there all day but you were clearly too busy to notice me,” he laughed,

I furrowed my brows, “What ever do you mean?”

“I mean, you were spending the night playing chess with a US Chess Champion,”

“No,” I cleared my throat, “Yes I was, but he’s an old friend,” I insisted knowing the tone in his voice meant he believed differently.

“Sure,” he paused, I heard papers flipping on the other side of the line. “I have an interview set up with Watts at six and Hilton at eight this evening, I’ll have it written up by Monday. If you can get the photos to me before then, I can take care of the rest,” he told me.

“I can do that, but…” I paused,

“Something wrong?”

I rubbed my temple with my hand and sighed, “No, it’s nothing. I’ll call you when I get the photos,” I told him.

“Well if you’re sure… I’ll see you soon,” he said his goodbyes.

I hung up the call, dropping the phone back into its resting place.

I ran into the bathroom to change out of the towel that was wrapped around me.

I pulled a dark-green turtleneck over my head, adjusting the neck so the bends and bunched fabric looked just right.

I was in a rush, I put the rest of my clothes on along with jewelry like my rings, watch, and a necklace.

“Shit,” I whispered as I saw the time on my watch, “I need to hurry,” I took one last look in the mirror. I straightened the belt I wore on my waist and left the bathroom.

I quickly slipped on my shoes, grabbing my bag and camera and stepped out the door. I closed the door tightly behind me and started walking down the hallway, I mumbled something not even I could translate as I watched my feet walk under me, the patterned carpet rushing past my eyes.

Random chatter of reporters and famous chess players filled my ears as soon as the elevator doors opened.

This was my environment.

I pulled my bag over my shoulder and secured it as I walked out of the elevator.

My hair fell in my eyes while my gaze darted around the dark green and red colored lobby I stood in, the chandeliers sparkled, and the sun shined through the tall arched windows.

I looked around for anyone I knew before I started to walk to the exit, almost creeping away from the crowds trying to focus so my morning plans weren’t postponed.

I relaxed as I got close to the exit.

“Going somewhere?” I ran straight into someone I planned on avoiding this morning,

I pulled myself away quickly to see Benny stood in front of me, in his usual attire and a magazine held in one hand.

It seemed as he just entered the building, is he staying somewhere else?

“Oh... Benny,” I mumbled as I dusted myself off, feeling a bit self-conscious suddenly.

“Don’t act so excited,” he scoffed and threw the magazine on a table next to the door.

The date on the magazine was todays, big words read Chess Tournament this Afternoon! The BEST meant to compete this year in Paris!

I felt my breathing speed up, my body stiffened and there was no where to hide from the pressure that was on me today.

Benny rolled his eyes at my flustered expression and smiled; he ruffled my hair like Matt would do. I pulled away from his hand and fixed my hair.

“So?” he asked,

“So...?”

“Where you off to? It’s a big day, you’re not running away already, are you?” he joked, I shook my head and sighed.

“I wanted to... get some fresh air before I got to work,” I whispered and rubbed the sides of my legs nervously as I looked to the door behind the tall man,

“Hm... mind if I join you?” he asked, my eyes shot to him.

My thoughts immediately went to this being a perfect opportunity to get some photos of him.

And although I planned to stay far away from distractions today, I couldn’t deny that I wouldn’t mind his company this morning...

“Actually- if you wouldn’t be opposed, maybe I could get some shots of you somewhere in town? For the magazine I mean,” I suggested as I gave him a smile, a wonky nervous smile.

He went to say something and stopped abruptly, his eyes widened, he looked worried.

Benny grabbed my hand suddenly, before I could even comprehend what was happening, he pulled me out the door and around the corner.

He pulled me away from the doors.

I watched a few people look in our direction with judgmental gazes,

“Are you out of your mind?” I looked at Benny who stood beside me, my hand still loosely in his.

He huffed out a laugh and looked out at the streets.

I pulled myself off the wall I unconsciously leaned on and shook his hand off, I put my hands over my mouth and nose letting out a nervous exhale.

“Why did you do that?” I scanned the area for any eyes on us, the last thing I would want was to be seen with US Chess Champion Benny Watts sneaking around the hotel.

“I’m… avoiding a certain nosey reporter,” he looked at me, “Oh, god. Would you not be so dramatic Y/N?” I let my hands drop to my sides.

“Do you know how much- you are so-” I cut my pointless argument off, “Let’s just get going,” I pulled my bag strap over my head so it wouldn’t slip and started walking down the path that led out of the hotel’s property.

After a while of listening to Benny enthuse about some past Chess tournaments he played in and how he was so very confident about this one, we arrived at restaurant that was just getting ready to open up.

I ignored Benny as I walked up to an employee who was sweeping around the restaurant’s outdoor seating.

“Excuse me?” I caught the employee’s attention,

“What are you doing,” Benny whispered, I ignored Benny again.

“Do you think I could use our outdoor seating for a quick photoshoot?” the woman gave me an odd look and glanced to the restaurant’s building furrowing her eyebrows.

“You see, this is Benny Watts. I’m sure you’ve heard of him,” I waited for a change in expression, she grabbed her broom and smiled.

“This place is about ready,” she paused and looked at her watch, “You have about forty-five minutes until we open up, try to be done by then?” I smiled and nodded.

I grazed one of the metal tables with my fingertips as I looked around for a good background.

I didn’t choose this place randomly; it was very nicely decorated and there was lots of green, perfect for a casual shoot. Deep-red painted wooden fencing—that purple and green vines had grown around—outlined their small wooden decking extension.

The weather was beautiful, the bright blue sky peeked through scattered white clouds that covered most of the sky.

The birds danced in the sky; everyone was out, kids, parents, groups of high-schoolers, and older men who sat playing chess on this exciting day.

“We are taking photos here?” I looked over my shoulder and smiled at the cocky and somewhat sassy man. Benny sat down on a metal chair and looked around; he wasn’t amused by our location, but I thought it was perfect.

“Yes, now sit down here,” I pointed to a chair that I had pulled up by the restaurant’s windows.

After I bossed Benny around and had him test different poses, I pulled out my camera.

“So, are you still in that small basement?” I smiled as I fixed the lighting on the camera and took a couple test shots.

“No, I got out of there a while ago,” I motioned for him to lean back, “Finally living somewhere that gets sun,” his words made me think of my morning thoughts.

“I’m glad,” the camera clicked, I crouched down by Benny’s chunky black boots.

“Do you miss New York at all?” the camera clicked again.

I sighed and pulled the camera away from my face, “Of course,” I stood up. “I miss hearing people outside no matter the hour, I miss watching people rush everywhere they went. Hell, I even miss arguing with strangers over such normal things,” I gently pulled Benny’s hand off the table to move the table out of the frame.

Benny’s fingers curled around my hand, “Come back, come visit me,” I looked at him. I bit the edge of my bottom lip and glanced away from Benny; I can’t look at that sad expression of his.

“Benny,” I looked down avoiding eye-contact still,

“Or let me visit you… I meant it when I said I missed you Y/N,” he sounded so genuine and sad, so unlike the Benny I knew.

I looked up at him, he squeezed my hand then let go.

I pulled away from him and moved the table slightly, “Will- will you come over here?” I stuttered from my sudden strike of anxiety.

He got up and followed me to the vine covered fence and I had him lean against it.

The camera clicked; I lowered the camera slowly as I stared at him, he was handsome.

I changed my angle a couple times and no matter the angle, he looked just as perfect.

“I should probably get some with a chess board,” I mumbled looking above the fencing for any possible chess tables or stores that sold a board.

I sighed, “Do you think we can get some shots at the hotel after the tournament?” I asked him.

“Okay,” he pushed himself away from the fence, “Are we done then?”

“Yeah… for now,” I grabbed my bag that I had sat down near the gate out, “Shall we?” I put my camera in the bag and looked over my shoulder, hoping he would like to stick around for a bit longer this morning.

He turned on his heel to look at me and stared for a moment…

This wasn’t going to work if I wasn’t going to try, this would end here and now if I didn’t show him that I wanted to be part of his life as well.

He smiled and I felt some weight lifted off my chest, there’s my Benny.

“Y/N!” I looked over my shoulder to be met with the bright smile of the familiar woman who worked at the front desk, I smiled and headed over to her.

I had just got back to the hotel after my little photoshoot and wander around with Benny, Benny had left me immediately as we got back so he didn’t run late for the many small interviews that he had agreed to.

“Hi,” I sighed crossing my arms on the front desk, I had just got back from speaking to the magazine author.

“Long day already?” she gave me a sympathetic smile,

“Not really… just a lot on my mind,”

“Like Benny Watts?” I glanced back to her, “I saw you leave this morning with him,” she explained.

Yes, of course Benny Watts was on my mind. After he asked me to either come visit him or him visit me, all I could think about was how I was going to deal with the spiraling emotions of guilt if I didn’t tell him I wanted to spend more time with him too.

I went to lie to the nosey woman with a smile, but the smile seemed to slip off my face as I glanced at Benny, who was speaking to some men near the ballroom.

“Speak of the devil…”

I cannot stress how long it felt like when I stood there and stared at the man, I had too many doubts and too many pros and cons list in my mind.

Although the list did nothing to fight against my gut feeling.

I had to.

I wasn’t going to have Benny remember me as the fool who managed to sneak into his life for a brief moment just to disappoint.

In some alternate universe, this is a mistake and I will be cursing the gods for letting me do this. But, in this one, it’s the only rewarding choice.

I sighed heavily and swiftly started walking over to the sparkling ballroom, that would usually contain a shiny dancefloor but is now filled with chess tables and the echoing sound of judgmental pacing.

“Benny,” I caught his attention rather quickly,

“Oh, hey Y/N,” he greeted me in his monotone ‘serious’ voice.

“One week,” I glared at the men who were just talking to Benny which had them shift their gaze away from us, “You stay with me for one week… but you leave as soon as that seventh day comes around, understand?” I looked back to Benny.

Benny’s eyes widened, he put a hand gently around my forearm. I looked down to realize how close I had gotten to him, I meant to just appear serious and not catch anyone’s eye but why do I feel as I did the quite opposite…

“Wait,” his voice softened,

“Mr. Watts, it’s time.” Benny’s eyes darted to the man who spoke.

It was time for the tournament, our morning lasted a bit longer than I had thought.

“No, I-” he stopped his sentence to let out what I could only explain as a low growl, in my direction, of course. “Your timing is fantastic, you know?” he rubbed his temple with his hand that was previously on my arm,

“Now, go. Good luck Mr. Watts, I know you’ll do just fine,” I earned a smile from him, I straightened the collar on his coat quickly and smiled back.

And off he went, he wasn’t one to be late for a tournament, his conscience wouldn’t let him.

I felt my confidence drop and I felt heavy enough to drop straight through the marble floor after Benny disappeared into the ballroom.

Along with the heavy feeling came rushing waves of happiness and euphoria. I was proud, and I was thankful to myself that I am bringing him back into my life, even if its just for a week.

I have to start trying again. I have to give myself a chance to appreciate these connections that I was isolating myself from… just one more chance.

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tags : @heartofeden @gothicwidowsworld @gold-star-for-me @peterspideyy @directioner-tributes @epistrofh-twn-ypogeiwn-poihtwn @is-it-really-a-secret

Thank you for reading, you’re so cool !

#benny watts #benny watts imagines #the queens gambit #the queens gambit imagines #benny watts x reader #Thomas Brodie-Sangster #thomas brodie-sangster imagines

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razorblade180-heated · 3 years

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It’s December first

[Yeah, it’s smut]

Weiss lays down on the couch with four water bottles and coffee at her side. Her hair is messy and eyes are tired, yet her skin seems to be extra radiant.

Blake:Morning every-woah, Weiss?

Weiss:Hmm?

Blake:You okay?

Weiss:Fine, just taking a me day.

Blake:I’ve seen your me days. You shop on them, not look drained. What the hell happened, rough night?

Weiss:.....

xxxxx

Twelve hours earlier, Weiss sat on the edge of her bed. Her face was red, legs were fidgety, and heart was pounding as her eyes stared at a slow moving clock. Tick tock tick tock tick- ding! It was one minute past midnight. Right on que, Weiss could heard the sound of her door twist open slowly. She could only look at the floor as footsteps got closer and closer, until...they stopped. Weiss looked up to take in the sight of Jaune, shirtless and barley containing his erection in his pjs.

Weiss pressed her lips against him battled hardened stomach, resisting the urge to start where she really wanted. She slowly made her way down until she had no choice but to hook her thumbs around the waistband and free his thick length. It’s been an entire month since she’s seen it, far too long for her taste; but worth it for the night they were about to have.

Weiss kissed the base of the shaft and had no second thoughts about making Jaune groan by licking his heavy package that was going to be drained fully if she had anything to say about it. Her tongue swirled up and around Jaune’s violently twitching cock. Her right hand drifted in between her damp things and rubbed her folds through her ruined lace panties. Jaune’s hand quickly moved hers away from her aching core and he pushed Weiss onto her back; an action that only deepened her blush.

“I’m the only thing pleasing you tonight.” He rasped. His hands sent chills through her body and he gripped her slender thighs and peeled off her soaked panties to see her aching pussy drip with need. Jaune licked his lips and dove right in. He gave a long lick from her entrance to the top, stopping right on her clit to suckle on it.

Weiss’s hips jerk forward and her hand took hold of Jaune’s hair as he lapped up her arousal. Weiss could feel his tongue barely start dip into her before sliding back up, slurping her up hungrily. He tightened his grip on her legs to keep her still but her couldn’t stop moving. His mouth closed on Weiss’s folds one at a time. The shock made the girl let out a lustful scream scream from Jaune’s relentless sucking and licking of her pussy.

“Aaaaahhhh! Mmmmmph, Jaune! I want it!” She pleaded. The man actually released her body and propped himself over her as she caught her breath. His tip pressed at her womanhood and rubbed its along the folds, getting all nice and wet as they groaned. It was nights like these that made the heiress and knight say things only the bedroom could make them.

Jaune leaned down to Weiss’s ear and whispered, “Tonight, you’re just a hole for me.”

She never wanted him so much in her life. “Yes...”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy.” Her face couldn’t get any redder. Weiss felt his tip slide lower down before spearing himself into her and start her pounding. “Aaaaahhh~ Aaaaa!” Jaune got on his knees and raised Weiss’s hips while she could only grip the sheets and take all of him. Her gown had bunched up to reveal her bouncing breasts. Jaune must’ve liked it, because Weiss felt him hit deeper inside of small frame to the point each thrust knocked against her cervix.

“Fuuuck! Ahh, you’re in...you’re in my fucking stomach!” Weiss bit down on her sheets to control her screaming. Jaune knew all of her buttons the same way she knew his. Weiss loved it roughed and he was going to keep this pace. Her lustful words and mewls made sure of that. There wasn’t a spot he wasn’t touching. He was too thick, too fucking big not to when he was hard like this. And Weiss gripped all of it, tightly.

There wasn’t a moment a second Weiss wasn’t trying to squeeze everything out of Jaune, and her slick walls made it all the easier for him to go as hard as he wanted. Both of them had started to sweat and Jaune hadn’t felt like this in over a month. The first round was always the shortest, but boy was there nothing else like it. “Is..mmmgh, is it safe?” He asked, huskily. Jaune took Weiss wrapping her legs around him as the go ahead sign, then finally erupted inside of her. Waves of his seed shot into her and made Weiss’s walls grip him to know end.

Jaune dropped her waist on the bed and the two stared intensely at each other with rising chests. Jaune leaned down and Weiss crashed her lips against his immediately while she took hold of his still fully erect length and slid it back inside. There will be no sleep tonight.

xxxx

Weiss:....It’s December first.

Blake:Understood. I will make you a hot meal.

Weiss:You’re beautiful.

Blake:Where’s the lucky boy?

In another room of the manor, Jaune was in the same state of blissful tiredness on a couch while Yang made him food.

Yang:What have you learned?

Jaune:Keep food ready for all nighters.

Yang:Yep! Or have a an awesome person like me make you a hardy steak!

Jaune:Yang, I hereby make you the second light of my life behind Weiss. Please do not tell your sister, my sisters, or Nora.

Yang:Haha, deal.

#rwby #weiss schnee #jaune arc #rwby whiteknight #blake belladonna #yang xiao long

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hardcasey · 3 years

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Soft Hands, Soft Hearts

Won't Fade into the Background - Part 1

Pairing: Wooley x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Wooley have been pining for each other for a while, but after a few drinks at 79′s, you gain the courage to make the first move.

Word Count: 3.3k

Rating/Warnings: G, this is just pure fluff 🥺

A/N: Okay, so I had the idea to make a series devoted to giving the background clones the love they deserve. I have ideas for a bunch of different clones, but if their are any specific boys you are interested in, please let me know! I started with Wooley because I was feeling soft and he is baby (sorry, I don’t make the rules) 😤 This installment is fluffy af, but I have some ideas for a smutty follow-up if there is any interest.

Also, a HUGE thank you to @delusionsxfgrandeur for both proofreading this and giving me the confidence to post it in the first place 💕

It had been months, but the 212th had finally returned to Coruscant after a particularly grueling campaign. The men, having received a week of well-earned shore leave, had barely gotten their feet on the ground before making a beeline to 79’s. Which is where you now sat, drunk off your ass amidst a sea of white and orange.

You were an information officer attached to the 212th and had quickly befriended many of its members, a feat you accomplished just by treating them with the most basic level of respect and consideration. All it took was you remembering their names and sneaking them in a few treats before they were all following you around like a pack of lost puppies. It made you very protective over them, they all were such good, soft boys who deserved the world. Especially Wooley, the clone currently sitting next to you in the booth you had all squeezed into.

He was younger then some of the other troopers like Waxer and Boil, still too shiny to have earned his colors yet. He was soft-spoken and somewhat shy, which only endeared him to you more. And he also had the softest, fluffiest looking hair you had ever seen, which he wore in an undercut that just accentuated the look for maximum poof.

The only thought in your head right now was how much you wanted to run your hair through it. I bet it feels like a cloud, you thought drunkenly as you stared at him unabashedly, no doubt grinning like an idiot. You had your chin resting in your hand and started to loll your head back and forth, basking in the pleasant buzz of the alcohol coursing through your system. Evidently, it had started to affect your fine motor skills since your chin slipped from your palm and you bumped your nose hard against the rim of your glass.

“Ow,” you winced as you rubbed your face, shooting a dirty look at Waxer as he snickered at you from across the table, drawing the attention of others.

“Had enough?” Cody asked, cocking up his eyebrow at you with a smile, an expression he had no doubt picked up from General Kenobi.

“Mmmh, I think this’ll be my last drink,” you replied, motioning to the half finished drink in front of you. You had reached the perfect level of drunkenness, just enough to leave you feeling carefree and happy without becoming too messy. The last thing you wanted was for one of the boys to have to drag your drunk ass back to your room, especially on their first night of leave.

Wooley caught your eyes as you settled back down, and you shot him a broad smile that made his heart beat faster. He could feel his cheeks heat up slightly and he smiled timidly back at you before you turned back to Cody, the two of you falling into a playful back and forth.

Wooley’s eyes fell to his hands, looking sheepish, and Boil chose that moment to kick him under the table. Wooley made an indignant noise at his vod’s antics, and was about to protest when Boil started darting his eyes at you repeatedly and mouthed ‘Talk to her’.

His brothers could read the hesitation on his face because Waxer swooped in and said lowly, “She’s been staring at you all night, vod. She likes you!”

Both Waxer and Boil knew of his giant crush on you, and had launched a campaign to get the two of you together, much to Wooley’s embarrassment. The two of them were not subtle and the last thing he wanted was the two of them making a scene in front of you. He took a long drink of whatever alcohol was in front of him, hoping to quell his nervousness.

With Wooley’s attention momentarily elsewhere, he missed the moment when Boil caught Cody’s eye and gave him a small nod. The Commander was also privy to their plans and masterfully steered the two of you’s conversation to Wooley’s recent accomplishments on the battlefield.

“You should have seen it, he jumped right on top of the spider spider droid and took it out faster than I could blink, isn’t that right Wooley?”

Wooley froze as you turned to look at him expectantly, barely managing not to choke on his drink. “Uhh, yeah,” was all he managed to come up with in response and he wanted to smack himself. Kriff, why was he so bad at this?

You rattled off a couple more questions at him, which he answered in similar fashion, though if you were bothered by it you didn’t show it. He nervously ran a hand through his hair as he desperately wracked his brain for something, anything to say.

Luckily, he was saved when you blurted out, “Can I touch your hair?” Apparently being drunk made you just say anything, huh, you chided yourself, hoping the booth would swallow you up whole.

You were completely surprised when he stuttered out, “S-sure,” and scooted closer to give you better access. Reaching up and running your fingers through his thick curls, you found that it was in fact softer than a cloud, a thought which made you start to giggle uncontrollably. Your laughter was infectious because soon enough, Wooley was laughing too.

You kept slowly playing with his hair, your hand sometimes wandering to the sides to feel the short hairs there. A shiver ran through his body at the sensation “That tickles,” he told you, eyes half lidded and words slightly slurred, though you couldn’t be sure if it was from the alcohol or something else.

Your fingers paused. “Oh, sorry. I can stop if you want.”

You started to pull your hand away but he caught you around the wrist gently. “No!” he said, maybe a little too loudly. He winced slightly and then much more softly he said “I like it,” before placing your hand back on his head.

You smiled and told him, “C’mere,” pulling him closer so that he could rest his head on your shoulder. “My arm was getting tired. This is much more comfy.”

“Mmm,” he agreed as he shifted to settle against you. His cheeks were still pink but he seemed much more relaxed now.

“So it sounds like you’ll be getting to paint your armor orange soon, huh?”

His eyes brightened at that and your heart clenched at the proud look that washed over his face. “Yeah! I have a few ideas of how I’m gonna paint it, but I haven’t decided on a final design yet.”

“What are some of them? I’ll help you make up your mind.”

~~~

By the time you all left the bar it was early in the morning, but the streets of Coruscant were still packed with people, all hoping to enjoy the first day of the weekend. You and the rest of your group weaved through the throngs of people as you made your way back to the barracks. Being short, you had a harder time pushing your way through the people and almost got separated from the group before someone grabbed your wrist and tugged you back into the group.

You stumbled towards whoever had rescued you, looking up to see it was Wooley. “Don’t wanna lose you,” he said gently and you felt your heart do a backflip. He had no business being this cute! None at all!

He hadn’t released your wrist yet, and maybe it was the alcohol making you braver than normal, but you decided to slip your hand into his. When he realized what you had done, he looked down at your joined hands and smiled up at you before the two of you raced to catch up with the rest of your group.

When you finally arrived at the barracks, you were about to reluctantly pull your hand away when Cody said, “Wooley, why don’t you walk her back to her room, just to make sure she gets back safely. We don’t want to lose our favorite information officer.”

“Uh, yes sir!” Wooley said with a salute, though he misjudged the force of his hand somewhat and thwacked himself in the eye instead. He was just thankful he had the alcohol as an excuse for his mistake, instead of the real reason, which was the look in Cody’s eyes that said ‘If you don’t ask her out tonight, you’ll be on latrine duty for a week.’

Without further ado, you bid the rest of the boys goodnight and started off towards your room, still hand in hand. Even though it was calloused, his hand was still so warm and nice against yours, and you never ever wanted this to end. You squeezed his hand lightly and your heart soared when you felt him squeeze back.

The walk to your room was about a thousand hours too short and you quickly found yourself standing in front of the door.

There was a beat of silence where the two of you just started at each other, both unsure of what to say. Wooley was racking his mind for a way to ask you out on a date, desperately hoping you couldn’t feel how sweaty his palm was.

You beat him to it, though, and asked, “Do you have any plans for this week?” If you don’t I was thinking we could, um, do something together tomorrow.” Your bravery faltered somewhat halfway through, but it didn’t matter because his eyes lit up and he nodded back vigorously.

“That sounds great!”

“Okay! I’ll think of some places we can go and text you in the morning so we can decide.”

“Great!”

There was another beat while you had an internal debate with yourself. Did you kiss him? Should you ask or just do it? Should you wait to see if he kissed you?! Little did you know that Wooley was having the exact same debate in his head, only about 100 times more panicked.

You decided that you had no more bravery left tonight and settled on running your hand up his arm and giving his bicep a little squeeze. “Goodnight! I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you,” was all he could come up with as his brain short circuited. He watched with an awestruck expression as you went into your room, staring at the metal door in a daze for much longer than he’d like to admit. He realized he would look like a creep if he just hovered outside your room all night and quickly made his way back to the barracks with the biggest smile on his face.

The door to the barracks slid open and he paused as he came face to face with all of his vode, who all turned to look at him as he walked through the door. Even Cody had yet to retire to his personal quarters.

“Well, how’d it go?” Boil was the first one to break the silence and ask what everyone wanted to know.

“She asked me out!” Wooley told them, still smiling broadly.

The room was filled with cheers as all his brothers crowded around to congratulate him, patting him on the back and ruffling his hair affectionately. Despite all the attention, Wooley couldn't find it in himself to be embarrassed.

~~~

“Try the other jacket,” Boil said from his perch on the top bunk.

Wooley shucked off the jacket he was wearing and quickly slipped his arms through the jacket Cody held out to him. “How do I look?”

“Hmm, let me see the first one again.” Boil’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he contemplated Wooley’s current outfit. They had been at this for the last twenty minutes, trying to figure out the best outfit for his date, which was happening in less than an hour.

“There are only two jacket options! And you’ve worn both of them multiple times, Boil!” Wooley moaned. The clones didn’t have much access to civilian clothes and the few they had managed to commandeer - mostly from the Lost and Found in the Coruscant Guards’ office - were shared between the lot of them. There was even a clothes economy of sorts that had developed between the various squads. In fact, the jacket he was currently wearing had been Cody’s prize for beating Rex at a game of Sabacc a few cycles past.

Wooley sighed before shooting Boil an apologetic look. He didn’t mean to sound unappreciative, after all his brothers had awoken early just to help him prepare, despite the hangovers they were undoubtedly nursing. He was just starting to feel nervousTM again.

Cody put his hand on Wooley’s shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “You’re overthinking it, vod. Remember, she asked you out. She wants to spend time with you.”

“Who asked who out, now?” came a voice from behind them. They spun around to find General Kenobi leaning against the doorway, a steaming cup of caf in one hand.

“Wooley has a date today!” Waxer blurted out, smiling smugly as his younger brother shot him a look before turning back to address the general.

“They are, uh, trying to help me pick out an outfit to wear.”

“We can’t decide on a jacket, though,” Cody chimed in, holding the other option up for Obi-Wan to see. “What do you think, sir?”

Obi-Wan’s eyes flickered back and forth, rubbing at his beard absentmindedly as he considered. “Actually, I have something in my quarters that’ll go well with the whole look. You can borrow it if you want, Wooley.”

“Oh no, sir, I couldn’t poss-” Wooley started, but the general ignored his protests, already starting to drag him towards his room.

Wooley stood ramrod straight in the middle of General Kenobi’s bedroom as the jedi rummaged around in his closet to search for the jacket in question. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to act in this scenario, they had never covered it in training. Though he had learned that there were many things involving General Kenobi that he had been totally unprepared for.

“I know it’s in here somewhere.” Obi-Wan’s voice was muffled from behind the wall of clothing. “Ah, here it is!” He exclaimed before making his way back to Wooley. He blinked owlishly at the poor trooper in front of him, who looked so stressed out he was beginning to wonder if he’d need to call a medic.

“Is this your first time going on a date?” He asked gently as he helped Wooley into the jacket, spinning him around to fuss with the collar a bit.

“Is it that obvious?” Wooley asked with a shy smile.

“Everyone is nervous on their first date, don’t worry. I remember the first time I went out with someone. My hands were shaking so much I ended up accidentally spilling water all over them. Trust me, it gets easier,” he finished with a warm laugh.

Wooley was included to believe him. General Kenobi seemed to have a lot of experience in the romance department. Or at least it seemed that way, what with all the people who fawned over him. Maybe he would have some good advice for the question that had been plaguing his every thought since last night.

“Um, general, if I could ask… how do you go about, uh, kissing someone for the first time. I asked some of the others for tips and they all had different ideas, which just made everything more confusing.”

“Honestly, my best advice is to just ask them if you can kiss them. Many people find that really romantic. Wait for a moment that feels right, like a lull in the conversation when you two are close together. But most importantly, don’t stress yourself out about it. If it happens it happens, and if not just wait for another chance,” Obi-Wan patted Wooley on the head affectionately. “Now you should probably get going, you’re meeting them in twenty minutes.”

“How do you know-” He didn’t even get the question out.

“Cody.” Obi-Wan’s commander had come to him this morning seeking advice to give his little brother.

“Cody,” Wooley smiled fondly. He’d have to thank his commander later.

~~~

You were waiting on the sidewalk in front of the barracks, shuffling your feet awkwardly as your planned meetup time drew nearer. The two of you had decided earlier to spend time walking around one of the huge seasonal markets that was in town for a few days. You hadn’t gone on many dates before now and this morning had been a whole debacle, your roommate helping you pick out the perfect outfit for the occasion. You had eventually settled on something casual but still cute, and sighed with relief when you saw that Wooley had a similar idea. You were starting to worry that maybe you had gone too casual.

All of your nerves melted away once you saw him, looking like an absolute snack in that leather jacket. You decided to tell him as much as you offered him your hand.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you out of your armor. You look handsome. Love the jacket.”

Thank the Maker for Obi-Wan, Wooley thought as he took your hand and squeezed it fondly. “You look really great too!” He told you as the two of you made your way to the taxi stand, both pointedly ignoring the eyes of Wooley’s brothers trying and failing to be discrete as they started at you through one of the windows.

You two made your way downtown to the market, which was a place where people from every corner of the galaxy would come to sell their wares. It seemed to span multiple city blocks and was absolutely packed with people. The two of you flitted from one booth to the next, marvelling at the exotic wares in each one. As you shopped, you both ended up finding little trinkets and buying them for each other as a way to remember the day.

Before you knew it it was lunchtime and stopped to grab some food from one of the many vendors. The two of you found a place to eat nearby a troupe of street performers, snuggling up to each other as you ate and watched the show. When you got up, Wooley kept his arm around your waist and you were so happy that you were pretty sure you could leap twenty feet in the air like you had seen some of the Jedi do.

You passed by a stand selling cotton candy and could’t pass up the opportunity to see Wooley’s face when he tried it for the first time. You ripped off a big piece and held it out for him to try.

“It dissolved!” He said excitedly and you were pretty sure there were actual stars in his eyes.

As you and Wooley split the cotton candy, he thought back to what Obi-Wan told him and wondered if this was one of the moments he was talking about. You two were so close to each other and your lips were glistening pink with sugar and, Maker, he wanted to kiss you so badly right now.

He had just opened his mouth to ask you when a nearby animal bleated loudly. Your head whipped in the direction of the noise and from between people’s legs you spotted a small white animal that looked so incredibly fluffy.

“Oh stars,” you whispered, “It’s so cute. C’mon Wooley let’s get a better look!”

Without waiting for an answer, you started to tug him in the direction of the ball of fluff masquerading as an animal. He was briefly disappointed at the missed opportunity but was quickly distracted by the adorable animal in front of him. It was some sort of sheep-looking thing, only neither of you had seen one so fluffy. It’s fur was so thick that you could barely make out its face, making it look like a cotton ball with four nubby legs sticking out of the bottom.

Your head darted around looking for the owner because you had to pet it NOW. Your eyes landed on an elderly Ugnaught woman settled in a rocking chair. She was working on a knitting project, her knitting needles moving a mile a minute, and the displays around her were filled with bundles of plush looking yarn.

You waved your hand to get her attention. “Hi! Is this your sheep? Can we pet it?”

The old woman pushed the pair of thick, round glasses she wore higher up her nose as she spoke. “Of course, dearie. I have some food here if you’d like to feed her. Just cup your hands out like this and she’ll come right over.”

The woman poured some pellets into your outstretched hands and you quickly knelt down to offer it to the sheep. It let out another little bleat as it approached before promptly gobbling up everything with fervor. You giggled at her antics, her soft little tongue tickling your palms.

“Baaaaaa,” she whined up at you once she had finished, and the old lady scolded the little animal for acting like she was starving when she had just eaten an hour ago.

You turned to Wooley, who had been watching your interaction from off to the side. “Do you want to try feeding her too?”

“I-I’ve never fed an animal before…” He said hesitantly.

“Don’t worry, it’s easy. I can help you if you want.” When he nodded you told him to cup his hands and the woman poured some more food for him to give the sheep. You had him kneel down next to you and helped him hold his palm out, cupping your hand under his. When you felt him trembling slightly, you ran your thumb soothingly across his wrist. He turned to look at you and, oh maker he was so close, you could just lean in an inch and kiss him. But no, you couldn’t get distracted right now, you had a hungry little sheep to feed.

You both turned back to the matter at hand and Wooley made a little noise in the back of his throat when the sheep came up to him, but he kept his hand out and the little animal started inhaling the food. “Ahh, it tickles!” Wooley gasped, a huge smile on his face.

Once you were done giving her treats, the three of you settled down on the floor of the little tent, the sheep moving between your laps as you took turns cuddling it. You both ended up taking pictures of each other with the sheep and the old woman even offered to take a picture of both of you with the sheep. You sat there for a while, chatting with the old lady, who had lived quite the life and had many interesting stories as a result. The conversation trailed off and you sat with your head on Wooley’s shoulder, the only sounds around you were the din of the market and the clacking of the woman’s knitting needles.

You peaked up at Wooley only to find him staring down at you. There was a beat before he suddenly asked, “Can I kiss you?”

He was about to start berating himself internally for asking so awkwardly, but all his thoughts stopped when you breathed out a soft, “Please.” And then you were cupping his cheek and pressing your lips against his, and nothing mattered anymore. You let out a contented sigh against his mouth and he moved his hand to rest on your hip.

You were both reluctant to separate, but a tug at your hair made you gasp and pull away, only to find the sheep chewing on a lock of your hair. Behind you, you heard a chuckle and you both turned to see the old woman looking at you both with a knowing twinkle in her eye. Both of your faces heated up as you realized you had just started kissing right in the middle of her store. The two of you started to apologize but she brushed it off with another laugh.

“You know, there is a tree in a park a few blocks from here. They call it the Lover’s Tree. My husband and I used to sneak off there for a bit of privacy,” she told you with a wink.

You thanked the woman profusely and even ended up buying some yarn as a thank you. Before you left, you both gave the sheep one more pat on the head before taking off and running towards the tree hand in hand.

#clone trooper wooley #wooley #wooley x reader #clone trooper wooley x reader #clone wars fanfic #star wars fanfic #reader insert #i tried to think of soft things t\for them to do on their date... so cotton candy and petting sheep #also i imagine the sheep thing to look like the pokemon wooloo because wooley would DEF have one if he was a pokemon trainer

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amysteryspot · 4 years

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Sweetest Taste of Sin - Tommy x Alfie x OC

Cover by: @anesthesieport (@elysiumeditions)

Requested: No

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Alfie Solomons x Agnes (OC)

Warnings: Smut and swearing (Smut/NSFW/+18).

Prompts: Masturbation, Aftercare, Threesome (Kinktober 2020)

Summary: “Have you ever touched yourself, Aggie?”

She takes a deep breath, eyes cast to the ground as she denies with a head shake. Agnes can feel the blush creeping onto her cheeks and neck. Alfie is teasing her, she knows that—he already knew the answer even before he asked the question.

His rough fingers tilt her chin up, forcing her to look at him as he says,

“No need to be shy, little lamb.”

Word Count: 2416 (of pure sin)

A/N: If I'm going to hell, I'm gonna take you all with me. What this is called again? Catholic guilty, perharps? Don't know, I'm not that religious anymore, but this still feels like a sin. Hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. There's a lot of fluffiness on this one, I swear. The boys are all soft for Agnes. For now.

English is not my first language and this wasn’t proofread by a beta.

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“Have you ever touched yourself, Aggie?”

His rough fingers tilt her chin up, forcing her to look at him as he says,

“No need to be shy, little lamb.”

He leans in, bringing their lips together in a sweet and chaste kiss.

What his eyes show her when they part is totally different, and Agnes’s breath gets caught in her throat at his next words,

“Such a beautiful, sweet, and innocent thing that knows nothing about pleasure.”

He glances at the other man, sitting comfortably at her right side, caging her in between them both.

“We can’t have that, can we, Tommy?”

Agnes shivers at the feeling of Tommy’s hands caressing her bare arms as he hums in agreement, moving closer to her.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to Agnes.”

His tone is reassuring, and Agnes caught herself leaning into his touch.

“Oh, she wants it, mate,” Alfie chuckles, “Don’t you, Aggie?”

Alfie’s hand is resting on her left knee, fingers tracing lazy circles there. She can feel the heat of his palm even through the layers of clothing between their skin.

She nods, afraid of not being able to form a coherent sentence if she opens her mouth, still not quite believing what she is agreeing to.

“Verbal answers, little lamb.”

“Yes, Alfie.”

“That’s it, good girl.”

She closes her eyes at the praise, content to make him happy.

“She wants it, see. Why don’t you show her how to start, Tommy? Be a good host, won’t you?”

“Look at me, Agnes,” Tommy commands.

Alfie chuckles when she takes a moment too long to obey.

“Come on, Aggie, look at me.”

The command sounds almost like a plea in Tommy’s voice, and Agnes is unable to ignore it, turning her head and opening her eyes, slowly, to meet his ice blues staring back at her.

He seems to search for something in her face—reassurance, perhaps—gaze travelling down to her lips for a brief second before returning to her eyes. Whatever Tommy is searching for, he must have found it, because his exitance lasts only a second before his lips are on hers.

For someone with a reputation that involves so much violence, Tommy’s touch, much like his kiss, is surprisingly gentle. He brings her closer to him, making her lean back against his chest, catching her left hand in his and intertwining their fingers.

Alfie takes off her shoes, taking the opportunity to bring her left leg to rest on his lap, her other feet resting on the ground. Lifting the hem of her dress, his fingers brush against the stocking, making their way up until he finds the stripes of her garter belt. He unclasps the clips and starts to roll down each stocking, kissing the skin revealed from time to time, leaving her legs bare and making her gasp against Tommy’s lips when he starts to draw lazy patterns on the insides of her thighs.

“Shhhh, it’s alright, treacle. Just trust us.”

Parting from Tommy, Agnes looks at Alfie, nodding at his reassurance.

He pulls her to him, kissing her slow and deep, while Tommy unbuttons her dress. Two different pairs of hands make quick work of discarding the fabric, leaving her on just her slip and undergarments.

Feeling exposed, her instant reaction was to try and cover herself, crossing her arms in front of her and shrinking.

“No, don’t need to hide, sweetheart, huh. It’s just me and Tommy, you don’t have to worry, okay.”

Alfie’s hands take hold of her wrists, gently lowering them down to her lap.

She feels Tommy’s lips on her shoulder, kissing their way up her neck until he could whisper in her ear,

“You can trust us, Aggie. Just give in.”

His voice is low and husky, heavy with desire.

Turning her head to look him in the eyes, Agnes does exactly what he asked her to, she gives in, leaning in to kiss Tommy. She doesn’t protest when his fingers lower the straps of her slip, tracing the skin of her arms on its way down.

Another pair of hands loosen the fastenings of her brassiere, discarding the piece after freeing her arms from it.

She gasps at the feeling of Alfie’s hands cupping her exposed breasts, the pads of his thumbs brushing against her sensitive nipples.

Tommy doesn’t relent, taking the opportunity to deepen the kiss when Agnes parted her lips. One of his hands finds its way to her hair, fingers entangling with it, guiding her the way he wanted. The other find one of hers, their fingers sliding between each other with ease, again.

“Oh God,” she exclaims, breath caught in her throat when she feels Alfie’s lips around her nipple.

Resting her forehead against Tommy’s, she shuts her eyes as a wave of unknew pleasure shots through her body.

“Not quite, love,” Alfie answers, chuckling, before his lips return to work.

It was an exquisite combination of sensations: his tongue, wet and hot, circling the sensitive skin; his soft lips contrasting with the roughness of his beard. Agnes caught herself holding onto his messy locks of hair with her free hand as if trying to bring him even closer.

He kneads the other breast with skilled fingers, making her whine and trash against him, finding solace in hiding her face in the crock of Tommy’s neck.

Letting go of her hand, Tommy makes quick work of finding the hem of her dress and bunching it up at her hips. He traces the skin of her inner thighs, up and up until his fingers brush the fabric in between her thighs and she moans against his skin, closing her legs by reflex, reacting to the unknown touch.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, love. Say stop and I stop,” he says, placing a kiss on her hairline.

“No.”

Agnes would be surprised at how desperate and needy her voice sounded if her brain could register anything other than all the sensations two of the most powerful gangsters in the country were bringing out of her.

She was going to hell; of that she was sure.

“No? You want more?”

“Yes, please, Tommy.”

He curses under his breath at the same time Alfie chuckles.

She is distracted by the feeling of cold air being blow onto her breasts. The contrast between the hot pat of saliva left by Alfie’s mouth with the cold makes her shiver.

At the same time, Tommy’s hand found its way inside her bloomers. Alfie’s fingers turn her face to him, lips finding hers and swallowing the moan that leaves her lips when the other’s man fingers brush her core.

“She’s so wet, Alfie,” Tommy groans, “So fucking wet.”

His touches are slow and deliberate, bringing her both relief and agony.

In her search for something to hold on to, she grabs the fabric of Tommy’s shirt with one hand, clutching it tightly against her fingers, while she feels Alfie taking hold of the other, lips kissing her knuckles one by one.

“You’re doing so well, little lamb. So well,” Alfie praises, lips traveling up her arm, shoulder, and then her neck.

His free hand drawing loose patterns on the inside of her knee that is resting against his leg, keeping her legs apart.

Her mind wanders, thinking about how ashamed she should be for being so willing to open her legs to these men. She would be tainted now. Giving herself up before marriage like that—not to one, but two men. Two very dangerous and sinful men. Two men that she was falling for.

As if sensing her thoughts, Tommy’s voice brings her back to reality,

“Don’t think, love. Stop thinking, just feel, eh. Just feel.”

Agnes doesn’t recognize the mewl that leaves her lips when Tommy’s index finger starts to draw circles on her clit.

“So wet and so responsive, Aggie,” he murmurs, brushing his nose against her, his eyes closed.

“She’s a good girl, Tommy. Such a good girl for us, aren’t you, little lamb?”

Something stirs inside of her at Alfie’s words. She looks at him through heavy eyelids, nodding, satisfied when he smiles and leans closer to kiss her again.

Pleasure clouds her mind and all Agnes can do is feel—rough hands roaming through her body, lips against hers and on her skin, words whispered to her as she falls deeper into sin.

“Tommy,” she pants, feeling his finger tracing her entrance at the same time that his thumb takes its place at massaging her clit.

Carefully, he slid his finger into her, cursing when she grips his thighs for support, otherwise, she feels like she might fall apart.

She pants, gasping and moaning, chest heaving trying to catch her breath, her eyes closing, tightly, and thighs locking against Tommy’s hand as his finger curls inside of her.

“That’s it, little lamb. Let it go, huh. Just let it go.”

Agnes shakes her head, too afraid of what is happening to her. The pleasure is too overwhelming and she knows that once she gives in there is no going back for her.

“Come on, Aggie. Don’t be afraid, come for us, eh.”

Tommy’s lips brush against her ear as he whispers to her, encouragingly, and Agnes can’t hold back anymore. A warm and strange feeling washes over her as she trembles, still feeling Tommy’s fingers on her core.

She is gasping and moaning, too far gone in bliss to even care about it.

“Fuck, that’s it, Aggie. You did well, so well, love. You’ve been so good,” Alfie’s voice praises as Tommy plants a kiss on her forehead, removing his fingers from her.

She opens her eyes, slowly, too weak to move, losing her breath and gasping in shock when Tommy brings his fingers to his own lips, licking them clean.

“So sweet,” he says, looking into her eyes, before leaning in to kiss her.

Sin, that’s what Agnes tastes on his tongue as she slowly comes to her senses.

When they part, Alfie leans in, kissing Tommy, slow and sensual, while holding her close. It’s a rare display of affection between them, and she feels warm and content of being able to witness it.

“Fucking hell,” Alfie curses, “Sweetest taste of sin.”

Tommy helps her sit up and Alfie is quick to bring both her legs to rest on his, and then kissing her, as Tommy slides her slip up her arms again.

Alfie holds her face close, looking her in the eyes, asking,

“How are you feeling, uh, Aggie?”

She tries to avoid his stare, but his hold on her, even though gentle, is firm, trapping her in his gaze.

“Come on, tell us, little lamb. Don’t be shy, we need to know you’re alright.”

Agnes ponders for a moment, a conflict raging inside of her. She knows that what she did—what she let them do to her—is wrong, a sin. Yet, as she stares back at Alfie, feeling Tommy’s hands roaming up and down her arms, Agnes can’t help but think that it felt so good, so right.

“Good,” she says, pausing to take a deep breath and continuing, “I’m feeling good, Alfie.”

He seems satisfied with that, giving her a little peck on the lips before looking at Tommy and saying,

“You take her upstairs. I’ll be right behind to run her a bath.”

Tommy nods, and they both help her up, her legs still feeling like jelly, a strange burning sensation on her core.

Agnes can’t contain the question before it leaves her lips, regretting it, instantly,

“What about you two?”

Both men exchange a glance of pure surprise and disbelief towards one another and Agnes can’t help the blush from creeping onto her cheeks again.

“Fucking hell, the little lamb can barely stand, yeah, and she is worried about us, Thomas!”

A pair of strong arms turns her around and she is facing Tommy, trying to avoid his piercing eyes.

His fingers brush her chin, tilting her head up and placing his lips on her, quickly.

“Don’t worry about us, love. I’m getting you upstairs, you’re taking a bath, and then you’re going to rest. We will talk tomorrow, okay?”

She nods, letting out a little squeal of surprise when Tommy takes her in his arms, bridal style, to get her upstairs.

The next moments pass in a rush. Tommy places her on the bed of what she assumes to be his room, while Alfie goes to the bathroom to prepare the bath. Tommy helps her out of her clothes and into the warm water, both men disappear for a moment, coming back moments later, both in their sleeping clothes, already.

They help her out of the bathtub, dry her, and then Tommy slips one of his shirts into her, carrying her to the bedroom and laying her down, gently, onto the soft mattress.

Alfie approaches from the other side to cover her up with the sheets and blankets before they start to walk to the door.

“Stay,” the plea is out of her lips before she can think too much about it.

Except that there is not much to think about. She already let them kiss and touch her so intimately, that sharing a bed seems trivial.

Tommy and Alfie glance at each other, like they’ve done downstairs, at the parlour, and then Tommy asks,

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I want you to stay.”

It’s strange and at the same time, it’s not.

Both Tommy and Alfie take off their shirts, making Agnes blush. They had seen her naked, had kissed her, and touched her in ways that nobody ever did, and yet, this was the most undressed that she had seen them.

She doesn’t even know why she asked them to stay, Agnes was used to sleeping alone but, for some reason, she didn’t want to be alone tonight.

When they both slip in bed, one at each side of her, it feels natural, comfortable, homey.

Tommy brings her to him, one arm sliding under her head, making her rest on his chest as Alfie holds her waist, his body flush against her back.

“Goodnight, Aggie.”

“Goodnight, Tommy, Alfie.”

“Goodnight, little lamb.”

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aweecrush · 3 years

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Prologue

Tuesday, October 16th 2007

“Jesus, I can’t believe you’re actually in the fucking plane - took you long enough! If I had known it took a wedding to get your arse back home, I would have had a couple by now, for God’s sake .”

“Michelle, you promised you wouldn’t start! ” Clare’s reproachful voice rose.

“Aye, first, I didn’t promise shit, and second, I told you, she’s not chickening out so chill out - right Erin?”

Despite the culpability and shame pricking at her skin, her heart warmed at their traditional bickering she wished she’d hear more often. At their voices. And, most of all, at knowing that in a few hours, she’d get to hear them for real.

Feck, she’d missed these eejits.

“Well, I’m not actually in the plane yet, we’re waiting to board. And then I still have that stupid long flight, and then the stupid long wait at stupid London, so don’t wait up - but yes, I’m definitely on my way,” she promised, earning herself an earful of high pitched cackles and happy swears.

Her heart welled up.

“So, how is the bride doing? She wasn’t home when I called earlier, and all Mammy could talk about was how the caterer was driving her crazy and how aunt Sarah almost set her own hair on fire trying a new hairdo she’d like to nail for the ceremony.”

Michelle snorted. “ Yeah, hilarious so it was. You should have seen your dad’s face, mental. ”

“It was terrifying,” Clare corrected, apparently still shaken.

Then, perked up. “Orla’s going to look so cute though - I can’t wait for you to see the dress!” Erin tried to ignore the sting of not having been there for such an important moment.

“We’re still trying to convince her out of drawing anything on it, but I’m not sure we’ll win this one, to be honest. Also, we’ve got everything almost ready to go for the bachelorette party, although I do need you to help me stop Michelle from bringing the tons of drugs she wants to, because - ”

“For feck’s sake Clare, Orla would love it! The girl is tying the knot, she deserves to get properly shit faced.”

“She said she wanted something small!”

“She said she would have liked to have a little something with just the five of us the night before. She never said anything about the actual bachelorette party being small - or fucking boring for that matter!”

“Just the five of us?”

The words spilled out before she could stop them, stupid that she was. At the other end of the line, the girls went uncharastically silent, and Erin cursed herself.

Feck.

“I mean, that’s grand. It’s cool, I thought it was just going to be one big night for the bachelorette party before the big day, but - I mean, that’s even better! Grand - cool.”

Christ on a bike, that was pathetic. She was.

“Yeah...The thing is, Orla wanted a wee night with just us Derry girls the night before the bachelorette party, hanging at the bar and stuff you know, because - Well, just because.” Poor Clare was rambling now, in a typical panicked Clare kind of way. “And we thought - Well, then we thought about it, and it turns out it’s not going to work, just timing-wise and stuff, so - “

“So the point is we dropped it.”

“Right. Yep.”

Again, silence, only betrayed by the hammering in her chest that she hoped her friends wouldn’t hear over her cellphone.

“Oh okay, well - that’s a shame.” Her casual slash over the top fake disappointment tone did nothing to help convince anyone, of course, herself included. She winced.

She promised herself it wasn’t going to be like this, though. She wasn’t going to ruin this for anyone - not a chance.

For God’s sake, catch yourself on Erin.

Pushing all dangerous thoughts aside, Erin took a deep breath. “In any case, I’m sure it’ll all be fine - really fine.”

There were another few seconds of silence, and she could just picture the worried look they were sharing - probably very similar to the one they had that particular, fateful day. To the one they had again when she told them she was moving away. Then -

“You bet it’ll be fine - feck, it will be absolutely brilliant is what it is! Wait til you see my dress, Erin - my tits look amazing in it.”

As it turned out, running all over the city for work for the past ten days and dangerously flirting with the limits of sleep deprivation did have a perk: her whole, eight hours flight, Erin slept like a log.

(Truth was, she could have done without the look of contempt and the ‘Miss? You have drool on your face’ from that stupid flight attendant who woke her up when they landed, but still - all in all, it went well.)

The wait at Stansted airport, however, was pure hell.

Because of the jitters, mostly.

Growing up, despite how much she loved to complain about them, Erin had never actually considered living away from her family. Well, not that far, at least - she’d always known she would leave Derry after high school, which they did, and it was glorious. War or not, she had a pretty nice life as a child and then a teenager, but those college years and the first ones that had followed - they were the best of her life.

Still, it was only Belfast at the time, and Belfast was a two hours drive from home. Erin knew that at some point, she wanted to go out in the world, maybe live abroad for a while, but this - New-York, all on her own, away for so long? She hadn’t planned that. Didn’t, really - it all went so fast, in the end.

It was a good thing too, because if she had stopped and thought about it for too long, she wasn’t sure she would have gone through with it.

(Then again, what else could she have done?)

Despite her dreams, and her need for independence, and her eagerness to see the world, Erin had never thought that she’d leave her family for that far, for that long. Orla had come to see her once, thank goodness, but Jesus -

On the last picture her Ma had sent her, Anna had grown so much, she almost looked like a wee woman. She’d forgotten the exact colour of that lipstick aunt Sarah wore all the time, she couldn’t remember each wrinkle on Granda’s beautiful face like she used to, and sometimes, she was afraid she was forgetting her Da’s smell and what her Ma’s voice sounded like in real life. She’d missed them so much, it hurt (a lot, often).

She just couldn’t wait any longer to get back to that crazy bunch, and those last, endless few hours? Torture so it was.

She was half considering starting to work on her next article to pass the time when across from her, Erin spotted a young couple bickering, their luggages next to their seats. She was a beautiful thing, red hair tied in a messy bun, and his brown curls fell above his forehead, all messed up.

She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she could make out their accents. He looked like he was trying to make her smile, leaning over so he could kiss her, and she was doing everything she could not to laugh, weakly trying to escape his arms around hers, her pretense wavering with every second.

They were probably in their early twenties, just out of uni or something. They looked happy.

Her chest tightened, and suddenly, Erin felt the urge to cry.

Well, that was quick.

Shite. Shite shite shite.

It was okay, though - it was all fine. She knew herself by now - she was emotional as heck most days of the year (crazy, her Ma would say), but the day of her returning back home, with accumulated fatigue and an Atlantic crossing flight in her feet? Of course she'd get misty eyed at the first occasion. At anything, this just happened to be what, because they were very cute and - it was a coincidence, nothing more.

It was nothing.

The girl laughed, though, giving him a small slap over the head before she let him nuzzle his face in the crook of her neck. She brushed his forehead with her lips, a soft smile on them, and kept talking.

It was difficult, then, not to think about another time, another long wait, at the Bali airport this time. It was difficult, not to think about another English fella with wild, brown curls.

It was impossible, really, not to think about him.

Memories of a perfect trip came flooding back, of burnt skin and drunken smiles, of blue waters and green eyes. The tickles of the sun, the softness of his fingers over her exposed neck, her naked arms. Sweaty bodies pressed together during hot nights, slow breathes, so many new sights discovered, fingers intertwined.

Sometimes, the memory of his face hidden against her neck was so vivid, she could almost feel it. Just like she did now.

Her breath caught.

Sweet suffering Jesus.

Experience had taught her that she had to stop now - needed to, really, before her mind wandered to anything more. To everything else, every little thing that could, and would, make her heart ache even more than it already did.

(That’s another thing she’d found out: as it happened, the expression “heartbreak” wasn’t, in fact, an overly dramatic turn of words. Quite accurately descriptive it was, actually.

She often wondered when hers would stop feeling like it had been ripped into a million little pieces, but she was starting to lose faith that it ever would.)

Of course, she should have seen it coming, she knew that. She had, in fact. True to herself, she’d tried to ignore it, but she knew full well that with her coming back home, it would come back.

This painful, sneaky way every little thing seemed to remind her of before - of a life that felt so far away now.

Over the months, the many months since she’d been gone, she’d gotten it almost under control. Everyday life brought its distractions, particularly in a city like New-York: running between brunches and dinners, partying with her cool American friends, writing for a newspaper in the Big Apple, it was easy, forgetting what you wanted to, if only for so long. She was becoming a real life city girl, a full time one, and that was exactly what her busy brain - her treacherous heart - needed.

With time, every sight, every sound, every smell no longer reminded her of home - the place, the person. With time, she’d moved on.

Yes, sometimes - often - she’d wavered, but that was normal: having been close to someone meant that they lived with you forever, she couldn’t help that. At some point, it would just die down enough that she’d just be able to call it the past without her insides hurting.

(She thought it would, with Matt. Maybe not with the others before him, they were just passing through - but with him, she thought it would. She couldn’t really explain how it all made the permanent weight on her chest even heavier instead, somehow.)

But it hadn’t died down yet, and even though it was normal and okay and to be expected, six weeks ago, Erin had booked her tickets, and six weeks ago, she had lost the grip over the carefully built barriers she’d made sure to rise in the meantime for - well, self-preservation, really.

It started small. The song that had played this one special night, resonating through Starbucks as she waited for her drink. That sweatshirt her colleague bought one day that reminded her of another one. That scarf in the store that looked so much like Doctor Who’s.

But then...Then, it was every day, every damn day, just like the beginning - even worse, if she was being honest. Up until yesterday, when she boarded that damn plane.

Up until now, in this stupid airport where she didn’t want to cry.

Arms tightened around her own chest, Erin willed herself not to, even though it was becoming evident that there was no ignoring the memories and the aching now. Even though, just like she feared, it was becoming perfectly clear that there was no escaping anymore, no pretending that she wasn’t the worst person in this Goddamn country, that the worst hadn’t happened.

Even though she could feel the fear mixed with longing and excitement and dread and a million other emotions that had painfully, permanently taken residence in her stomach now that she was home.

(That had taken roots there ever since the day she left, so it did.)

Shite.

Sitting back up, Erin shook herself. No, no, no, no - she could do this.

She’d grown, she’d prepared herself. She’d even planned what to say if...She was ready. Responsable, mature, and ready. And she won’t have to face this alone.

In a few hours, she was going to see the people who raised her. In a couple of days, wee Orla was getting married. She’d come up with excuses after excuses not to come home, even for Christmas - babbling something about being overloaded with work even though it made her heart ache to know she’ll be alone for the holidays for the first time in her life. Even though she knew full well her Ma didn’t buy a single word, very aware of the real reason she was staying away. She didn’t say a single word, though, and Erin was grateful.

No more, though.

For months and months, Erin had found reasons to stay away for the exact reasons that were chipping away at her heart more and more by the second, but now her baby cousin was getting married, and she’d see her family, and they’ll hold her close, and she’ll find a way to bury all the stuff that was so, so much more difficult to ignore now that she was coming home.

Maybe - maybe it will be difficult, but they’ll be here to help her through it. She’ll be there for her family, and they’ll be here for her.

Fighting the urge to reach out for the folded photograph in her wallet (the one that brought so much comfort and so much else she’d rather avoid at the same time, the one she clinged to but pretended she didn’t), Erin just breathed, and moved to change seats.

Everything would be fine, in the end. It will be grand.

Except her family didn’t come.

No one did.

It was eight thirty in the morning, and, her cellphone penibly stuck between her ear and shoulder as she struggled to zip her jacket to protect herself from the freezing cold, Erin tried to swallow her disappointment.

“Aye I’m sorry love, it looks like you’re going to have to get a cab,” her Ma announced before yelling something at her Granda in the distance.

Erin couldn’t help but notice the fact that she didn’t seem that sorry, not at all in fact. “Your Da was going to come get you, but there’s a problem of some kind where the reception is, and he had to take Orla.”

Erin nodded, even though her Ma couldn’t see her. “Yeah, sure. I’ll just - ”

“We’ll give you the money back for the cab when you arrive. Alright, I gotta go love, we’re checking the hair accessories for the big day - see you in a bit.” And with that, she hung up.

Well.

Here went her big welcome home, eh.

Again, it was nothing, though, she reasoned. She was a grown up now, of course she understood that something had come up, and that this all delayed their big reunion from only an hour, tops. So really, there was no reason to get upset.

None.

She wished she wasn’t getting upset.

From what she told her, Clare would be putting together gift bags now, and there was absolutely no doubt that Michelle was still snoring. Pocketing her cell as best as she could, Erin bit the inside of her cheek and started looking for the only plan B she had left, ignoring the burning in her eyes. It really was nothing - she’ll be fine.

It didn’t matter that she took forever to get a cab, for some reason, or that her luggage fell over her foot when they tried to put it in the truck, or that her handbag crashed on the floor and spilled everywhere.

Erin did know she tended to be over dramatic - and yes, maybe borderline crazy, Ma wasn't completely wrong - but she was more mature now, so instead of getting riled up, instead of being crushed by the fact that her family didn’t seem to have missed her as much as she did them, and that the land she grew up on was sending her sign after sign that she wasn’t welcomed back, Erin breathed.

Instead of being violently overwhelmed by memories at every corner of the place she’d grown up in, the place where they met and it all began, she did - she tried to breathe, slowly, carefully, squeezing her scarf in her hand a little too tight.

(That was another thing about your close ones not coming to get you at the airport after you left your country to run away: there wasn’t much to distract you from the memories you were running away from.)

She wouldn’t cry. She was just tired, and being stupid, and she wasn’t coming home with puffy red eyes - no way.

They passed the mall they all used to hang out at, and her throat tightened so much, it felt like the air had left the inside of the car. She saw the movie theater he was always so eager to bring her to in the distance, and a familiar pang of missing shot through her chest. Her heart twisted that particular way when they drove by the hiding spot of their early days, but even though she wondered how she was still holding her tears, she did.

After what felt like an eternity, the car finally pulled up her street, and Erin hadn’t shed one silly tear. She’d done it. She could do it.

By the time she pushed their small barrier and started for the couple of stairs, all Erin wanted was to collapse into bed and black out. Orla and Da wouldn’t be home, Ana would probably still be asleep, and given the day and time, Grandda would have gone for his walk. She’d give a big hug to Ma and Aunt Sarah, pretext a headache, and go lie down.

As she struggled to get her bags through the door while keeping the damn thing open, Erin shouted, cursing herself at how strangled her voice sounded. “I’m home!”

Finally managing to get everything and herself inside, she collapsed on the wall behind her, only now taking in the wallpaper, the coat hangers, the shoes by the entry.

Damn - she was home.

The emotion was so striking, she didn’t quite have the time to stop the tears from welling up in her yes, taken by surprise.

She moved before it all became too much and shrugged off her coat, feeling her insides warm at the familiar surroundings, and yet her heart ache at not having the usual voices that went with it, the faces that she wanted so much to see. She shouted again, but there was still no response.

Ma and aunt Sarah must have had something to do, then. It was fine, she thought as she pushed the living door open. It was, she’d just grab a glass of water and -

“SURPRISE!”

And just like that, Saturday Night started playing from somewhere, overcoming the shouting and the party whistles that had broken the silence so suddenly, Erin had jumped out, her back hitting doorframe behind her. There was colours and and noise and arms waving in every direction, and Erin vaguely realized that she was covered in confetti that matched the balloons and the hats.

Somehow, she noticed that they all had one: Michelle, up on the sofa, Clare, jumping in place at the other side of the room, Orla and the giant teddy bear she was holding. Anna, her pink one stuck on top of her mass of blond hair. Aunt Sarah and Grandda, both holding hands and arboring the same green one. Her Ma, her Da, tears in their eyes, huge grins on their faces, red and yellow ones falling over.

Her brain had stopped functionning, so she couldn't be sure, but Erin thought that her legs were giving out.

Before they did, though, both her parents closed the distance and hugged her close, whispering things she couldn't quite make sense of just yet. Their voices in her ear, their smell surrounding her, Erin broke her promise to herself, and finally let the tears come flooding as she held them back as close as she could.

She was home.

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The Visitor~ Part 5 (SMUT TIME!)

[Warning: The following is NSFW, 18+ including, smut, blood/gore, possibly triggering situation. Please read with viewer discretion.]

Part 5~

“... Home Is With You”~

Just before the clock chimes at quarter til, frazzled and sweating, Rhemi unlocks the door to the shop and lifts the protection spell, barreling in like a cyclone.

Expecting her to do as such, Asra comes out of the next room where he was reading a book and greets his friend. Lazily, he leans into the doorframe shaking his head with a delightful chuckle. “Keeping it kinda close are we?” He teases, pointing his chin to the coo-coo clock.

“Yeah yeah yeah—” She replied with a grin, rolling her eyes, pulling up her sleeves, and throwing her hair up into a loose bun on the top of her head.

Hastily, she gets to work on the finishing touches of the potion for Mrs. Edilen, the very sweet elderly woman who helped run the newly built orphanage.

With just a mere minute to spare, the front door opens. Right on time as always. In comes Mrs. Edilen is dressed in a pastel blue and brown , but unexpectedly she isn’t alone. She comes in with her hands looped around a familiar muscular large arm. Seeing who it belonged to make the apprentice’s heart flutter--Of course it was Muriel’s. “... Thank you, my dear boy. You’re always so kind. I don’t know what I did without you and Rhemi around.”

“.... You’re welcome, Mrs. Edilen.” He mumbles with a bright red blush staining his cheeks, unable to tolerate her compliment. He’s gotten so much better at accepting compliments, but he’s still always so bashful when he does. It’s just too cute.

“Well hello there, Mrs. Edilen! I see you pick up another handsome man on your walk here~” Asra greets laying over the counter lazily.

“Oh why, yes! I have!” She plays along with a cute grin. “...‘Fraid he’s not even half my age—But if I was thirty years younger!” With a wink, she playfully nudges Muriel gently in his side.

“M-M-Mrs. Edilen!” Muriel adorably grumbles, embarrassed yet strangely flattered.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Edilen!” Rhemi sings, pouring the potion into the glass vial so she can seal it with a cork.

The old woman pats the top of Muriel's forearm, continuing to shower him with compliments. “You’re quite a catch, dearie! And so is she—” As Rhemi comes closer, she unloops her arm and hugs the apprentice gently. “Hello dear, you are looking radiant and beautiful as always.”

“Awww. So are you! You’re going to make Muriel and I have fat heads with all this flattery, Mrs. Edilen.”

“Zachary, Lilian and little Nathan said they saw you today at the fountain with a man in a fancy cape. They said that it was your father from another country! Is that true??”

An unwanted wave of dread washes over the apprentice with the mention of her father, but she quickly stifles her bad feelings and smiles even more, half faking it. “Y-... Yes! We met yesterday by rather strange circumstances—but we’re now getting to know each other. I showed him around Vesuvia today.”

Touched, the old woman presses her right palm to her chest. “Ohhhh! Well isn’t that just lovely! I am so happy that you have been reunited with your father. It breaks my heart that most of the children at the orphanage will never know their real parents... But I just hope one day they will have a family of their own.”

“Thank you.” Rhemi mutters before handing her the vial. “—Here ya go! Freshly made ‘Rhemi’s radical rheumatism remedy potion’!”

“Ohhhh. Thank you dear.” She gratefully says handing the few coins.

Rhemi never liked to charge the woman more than what it costs for ingredients. It’s not like the orphanage made very much, yet the woman did everything she could for those kids. It seemed like the least Rhemi could do for her.

Glancing up to the cuckoo-clock Mrs. Edilan makes an adorable little startled sound. “OH! Look at the time! Look at the time! The children will be expecting me for supper soon. Well, I won’t keep you all waiting. Good night, my dearies.”

“W- wait!.... I’ll walk you home…. Getting dark out.” Muriel offers glaring to the outside the near widow with heavy suspicion.

The woman shakes her head slightly giving him a pointed look. “And take you away from this lovely little thing?” She says gesturing to his fiancée. “Oh no!-- No. No. Noooooo! I’ll be just fine, thank you! I’m old but I’m tougher than I look!” She says with a wink flexing her right bicep, bat-winged and slightly shaky from old age.

Muriel can’t help but drop his head a bit and smile at her humorous self, but he seems persistent. “I… I know you are, Mrs. Edilan. But three men were murdered a few blocks away and were much younger and stronger than you, and the culprit has yet to be caught… Could be dangerous walking alone...”

Rhemi, Asra, and Mrs. Edilan all stand there for a little while taking in what Muriel just announced. It is all rather shocking news to them, there hasn’t been a lot of violence since the siege against Lucio and his army last year, let alone murders.

Worry in the poor woman’s brown eyes she half covers her mouth with her hand still quite shocked. “Ohhh… Oh my! Well… I haven't heard about that…”

“People at the market told me about it…” He adds.

Asra takes his hat, vest and bag with faust wrapped warmly under his clothes. “Here Mrs. Edilan, I’m headed that way to meet someone. Why don’t you join me? We’ll protect each other.” He laughs at the last part with his cute mischievous fox-like grin.

A warm smile sprouts on the old woman’s face showing all her wrinkles in her cheeks, but makes her look just as sweet and kind. “Oh you all are such kind souls… Well... I suppose since you’re headed that way, I’d love to.” She then turns and apologetically pats Muriel’s arm. “Sorry, Muri. Looks like I’ve got another hot date.”

Shoulders shaking from holding in his laughter, Muriel attempts to hide his smile and nods his head. “I see that.”

“No hard feelin’s right?”

He laughs through his nose softly. “Not at all.”

“Hey, Asra. Ya headed to the Rowdy Raven tonight?” Rhemi quickly interjects.

“You know it~” Asra says with a ginger toothy smile, obviously happy to have some fun plans tonight as he walks to the front door.

Just before the two leave out the door, Rhemi quickly calls out, “A-Asra??”

They both stop in their tracks and look at her, perplexed at the tone of almost urgency in her voice.

Unable to make eye contact with her friend, her father’s rude words suddenly swimming around her head, she glances to the ground remorsefully. “W-.... When you see Ilya….. please tell him I’m so sorry.”

All three of them look at her oddly, Asra flutters his white eyelashes and tilts his head. “W-Why? Did you two get into another disagreement?”

She sheepishly rubs her arm glancing at the mess on the glass countertop not very sure if she should talk about that. “No… not-.... not exactly… but he’ll know exactly what I’m talking about.” She walks over with a small bag of gold coins from her pocket and places it into Asra’s hand. “Tell ‘em. His drinks are on me tonight.”

Staring at the coin bag in his hand, Asra wants to ask so badly what happened today, but knowing Ilya, I’ll soon find out. Now is not the time anyways with Mrs. Edlian here. “O-oh…. well.. alright then. Goodnight you two.” He finally waves while heading out the door placing his hat on his head.

“Night, see you tomorrow.” Rhemi says with a soft grin.

As soon as they both leave, Rhemi locks it from the inside and places the locking spell on the door. And places her back to the door with a heavy sigh.

“.... Something wrong?” Muriel asks with a concerned look standing a few feet away. “Something happened today?... —Something bad?” His eyes widen while slight panic rings in his voice as his thoughts race. He still didn’t trust Martin, something in his gut told him that something bad was going to happen today, and every possible negative scenario runs through his head.

With his heartfelt moan, Rhemi shuffles over to the messy countertop so she can start to clean it. However the sight of it just makes her tired, so she decides to just push it all over to one side and deal with it later.

“.... I…. Well… let’s just say… it didn’t go the way I thought it would have.” She mumbles melting her upper body on the glass countertop, the long day finally taking its toll on her. Emotionally and physically, she’s exhausted, and the day isn’t even over yet.

So much has happened today. Learning about Phara… About her and her mother being abducted from their own home… About how her father wanted her and Muriel to move to Charlès—About how her father was apparently a homophobic—Oh geez. I almost forgot about that part. She whines to herself.

The last thing she wanted to tell Muriel was about that part—especially knowing his own sexuality… Now that she thought about it, all her friends and even her fiancé are queer. She was the different one out of the bunch. And she wasn’t even sure about that completely, its not like she had much experience, nor did she remember her sex life before she died. Not to mention that her fiancè was close to tossing him out yesterday. No—telling Muriel will only make him dislike the man even more, and that isn’t what she wanted.

Muriel slunks his tall body over to the counter and pushes his fiancée’s long bangs out of her face and she looks up at him with one eye. Tenderly, he leans down and places a few featherlight kisses on her temple and she feels her heart flutter for a peaceful moment. Carefully he then leans over the counter with her on the opposite side. “What happened?” He asks just over a whisper.

With a long inhale, Rhemi picks up her head to look at her lover. Muriel reaches over and holds her hand in his and they interlace their digits together like they always did.

“.... A.. A lot happened today,” she continued. “…. Some good… Some… not…. so good… My father doesn’t like Vesuvia for some reason… But the most important thing—”

“....Yes?”

“.... I….. I learned about Phara today…. The person he was asking about yesterday…. and why we haven’t seen each other in such a long time….”

“...Oh?”

“Apparently… Mum and I were…… were kidnapped.” She somehow gets out, her gaze fixed on the floorboards.

“O-...Oh?.... Hmmm…. That’s…. ah…. ” He awkwardly trails off, unsure what to say. Knowing how he felt when Khamgalai told him about his parents, it’s a lot for a person to process. He could only imagine what it was like being alone when she learned this. He scratches his head and bends his neck towards the other side of the shop. “....Wanna go sit on the couch?...Talk about it there?”

Rhemi silently nods and he takes her hand leading her to the velvet couch. He sits down and she sits next to him then lays her head on his chest. Gently he places his chin on the top of her head and they snuggle up tightly, enjoying their company for a moment.

“I miss you today.” He says softly, giving her a loving squeeze with his arm.

“I missed you too.” She sighs feeling somewhat relieved being in Muriel’s embrace. It always felt better with him there.

Finally, after a few moments of recharging herself, she starts the story about her day.

She goes on how Phara, her ex-magic tutor abducted her and her mother many years ago. How she was an evil witch who practiced dark magics and even taught evil things to poor young and vulnerable Rhemi who didn’t know any better at the time. How the witch nearly killed her father was burned so badly that left a terrible scar all up his right arm.

“Do… Do you know where she went?” Muriel asks rather shocked about all of this. “Is she still a threat to us?”

“... No…I don’t.” She mumbles almost frustratedly. “... I don’t remember this woman at all!... Her name doesn’t feel familiar to me either, let alone if she’d come back one day.”

Stumped at finding words, Muriel looks at his lover’s saddened expression, knowing what she was thinking. With his left hand he holds her chin, turning it towards him to meet her eyes. “Hey ...... Just because she was bad, doesn’t mean you are, Rhemi. You’re the best person I know.” His words were kind and genuine, but they gave little comfort to her.

With an unconconviced huff, she pulls away, averting her eyes. “I… I don’t know about that…” All she could think about was this morning and her work with the blood magic. She never mentioned it to Asra either because she had a feeling like he wouldn’t approve of her experimenting with ‘self mutilating’ spells. Now this all feels so dirty. Is that why she feels like she has to lie all the time? Especially when it came to her feelings?

“What do you mean?” He asks, sounding so sad while furrowing his brow.

“I-.... Just…” She stutters then her words turn into unintelligible mumbles. Fumbling for an explanation, her shoulders dropped already over this topic. This just isn’t the time to process this. She thinks to herself. “Nothing, Love… just forget I said anything.”

Tempted to prying further, he opens his mouth, but seeing this tired expression, she clearly doesn’t want to talk about that anymore. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel probed, make her shut down. For now he closes his mouth, slightly nodding his head to himself.

A silence takes over as they both sit there on the couch hearing the seconds on the clock tick by. Finally, Muriel moves on. “....So…. ah…. What happened at tea?”

A large scoff escapes her lips as she dramatically drops her head thinking about this dreadful afternoon.

“Ugghhhh!—Good god... This afternoooooooonnn!…” She whines, now pulling on her face, making it long and funny looking before letting go. “.... My father was a bit…. abrasive... Especially to Julian… He kinda said something offensive to him.”

“Someone offended Ilya? Our Ilya??.... Well….. that’s new. Usually it’s the other way around. At least with you anyways.” Muriel chuckles a little trying to lighten the mood, making Rhemi crack a small grin. “... So… What’d he say to him?”

A bead of sweat formed on her brow as he asks that. She doesn’t want to lie, but she doesn’t want to tell him the truth either. “I… I dunno if I should say.”

“—It was either racist or homophobic.” He says rather blankly, casually scratching the scruff on his neck.

Surprised, she feels a little hot in her face and she flutters her eyelashes. “How-... how’d you know?”

He snorts with a sharp shrug as he stretches his long arms, cracking in his shoulder and neck a little. “Had a feelin’… He’s oozing with closed mindedness, toxic masculinity, bigotry…” He looks as if he’s going to go on and on, but seeing her distraught expression, he suddenly stops and clears his throat before quietly mumbling under his breath, “... Ya get the idea…”

“Well…” She says with a fake grin, lightly smacking his thigh before standing up and heading back over to the counter. “I’ll let your imagination answer that one for you then....”

As soon as she reaches the counter to start cleaning her mess, he gives her a pointed look. Just staring, waiting for her to crack. Yet, she doesn’t budge, cleaning up the used ingredients, purposely not looking at him.

Shaking his head slightly he snorts, “..... You really aren't gonna tell me, are you?”

Finally, she meets his eyes, pressing her lips together hard and shaking her head too. “.... No…. Sorry. Maybe later.”

The mountain man grumbles, obviously wanting to know, burning a hole through her face.

Realizing that she wasn’t going to get away with ending it like that, Rhemi huffs, and she pauses her cleaning for a moment with a large exhale through her nose. “.... Let’s just say... It wasn’t very nice of him to say. But it wasn’t the worst thing either… I-... I guess—Look! The most important thing is that I took my father aside immediately and I told him not to talk to my friends like that again.”

“.... Okay.” Muriel says with an unsatisfied shrug. “Kinda vague. But okay.”

The unsurprised expression on his face about her father being so rude somehow makes her heart sink and quickly she just goes on the defensive. “Bu-But Charlès is apparently a very conservative country. He…. He’s just a product of his surroundings! It doesn’t make him a bad person or anything!... I-I’m sure my father just needs some time to-…. to get to know everyone. Once he knows how awesome all of you are, and how amazing the wedding will be, he’ll apologize! I really think I can change his mind...”

The hermit’s expression melts into more of a remorseful one as after she utters that. Sometimes she could be so naive, she at least selfware of that about herself, but this takes the cake. But worst of all, he knows that she’s wiser than that.

“N-..... Not everyone is able to change Rem. Sometimes… People don’t want to.” He softly mutters.

“Well, I-….. I know I can change his mind.” She remarks with such a bullheaded tone and flaring her nostrils as she scrubbs the glass with a potion to make the glass sparkle and shine.

Poor Muriel didn’t know how to follow up with that. When Rhemi made up her mind about things like this, there was no coming back from it. At least for the time being. Best to let it go for now. He thinks to himself and shutting his mouth and grumbles to himself.

With the front counter now nice, shiny, and sparkling clean, Rhemi stands there, admiring her work. And the two of them then remain silent for about a minute, Muriel fiddles with a green shirt, while Rhemi plays with a piece of her hair. The softness of the ends always makes her soothe her when her mind is troubling her. She knows all too well that she needs to mention what her father requested before the day is over. This was going to be the hardest thing to discuss. Martin will be expecting an answer by tomorrow.

Clearing her throat to break the silence, Rhemi grabs Muriel’s attention once again and he looks up at her dainty face. “Also…. Before I left to come here…. My father asked me something….”

“What’s that?” Muriel asks, happy that she broke the deafening awkward silence.

“He…. He asked if we’d…. move to Charlès with him…. So we can be closer to him… Be a family again.”

“T-To- ….To Charlès?! ..... To stuck-up city central??” Muriel raises an eyebrow, then slowly sputters into a little laughter, folding his arms and pressing his back to the couch. “Funny…” Surely, she wasn’t being serious. Right?

Rhemi’s glances over to Muriel without the faintest smile, completely serious, conflicted even. His amused smile drops into an almost disgusted sneer as his eyes widen feeling his heart drop.

“You're joking… right?” He mumbles. “..... Please tell me you are.”

“Afraid not….” She mumbles back, tossing the rag that she was using to clean the counter to the back room to wash it later.

This can’t be happening. He thinks to himself. The first answer that comes to his mind is, ‘Hell FUCKIN’ no!’. Part of him really wants to shout that on the top of his lungs. But it’s hard to yell or get mad when she has such a sad pouty look on her face.

With a large exhale, he scratches his neck pondering hard, he finally utters. “Well..... what do you want to do?.... Do you want to go?”

Rhemi sighs heavily, plopping upper body onto the glass counter. This is going to be such a tough conversation, probably the toughest one they’ve had yet. God only knows how much the man hates change. “I…. I dunno. It didn't occur to me what would happen after all of this…. Until yesterday, all I was worried about was the wedding… But now?.....I-…. I just don’t know.”

“.... Do you even remember that place?”

“No… not really.” She huffs.

“Hmpf.....” He quietly grumbles as he scowls, staring at the opposite wall. “... Una and Gilbert didn’t ask us to stay with them in the south—”

“—Una and Gilbert aren’t your parents, Mur.” Rhemi snaps without thinking and her brow furrows. How did I know he wasn’t going to be happy about this…. She ponders to herself feeling so stressed.

Muriel glances back at with a bit of pain in his eyes, making her regret her words. Perhaps she shouldn’t have said it like that. “Sorry...” She mumbles.

“.... Still… I think that’s a lot to ask when you barely know this guy… We just met him yesterday.”

“I…. I know….” Unbeknownst to her, her face grows even sadder looking, and Muriel can’t help but soften his gaze.

Perhaps what she said was a bit harsh, but it is true. Una and Gilbert aren’t his parents. However, Martin is her father, and seems to be the only biological kin she has left. But to ask for them to relocate hundreds of miles away across the sea? It all seems ridiculous. But…. Now that he thinks about it, if Muriel’s family in the south did ask for them to stay, Rhemi would have gone along with it without question. She always strives for his happiness, even if it means moving into a forieign culture and living as a nomad. Muriel wanted to see her happy too. She deserves it…

Obviously this is very sudden for the poor girl too, it’s a lot to process and being inflexible and stubborn really won’t help at all with the stress she’s under. Might even make her resent him if he doesn’t even slightly consider it. The timing couldn't be any worse for all of this to come about. But that’s life apparently, riddled with constant inconveniences and irritations.

Stepping out of his comfort zone is one thing, but a new bustling city filled with homophobes across the Salty Sea is another. He just got back to normal society just a year ago, and this city was small compared to the capital there. At least people here are for the most part respectful to the tall mountain man. Who knows what kind of treatment he’ll get in Charlès… This is all just so frightening…

Muriel glances back up at his bride, seeing her pretty face as she pounders about this conviction herself, looking so torn and unsure. The unknown might be terrifying, and slightly unbearable for Muriel…. But in the end, Rhemi was always worth it. He could imagine his life without her, neither did he care to think about it.

Maybe the asshole wouldn’t be so bad once he’s back home in his normal surroundings. He uncharacteristically thinks to himself (optimism has finally rubbed off on him). That was her home… Perhaps she misses it there more than he’s letting on….. I don’t want to be selfish…

The hermit huffs standing to his feet slowly trundling over to where she’s standing. He takes both her hands in his staring down at them, lovingly stroking them with his thumbs. “B-But…. if you wanted to go... I’ll come with you no matter what… I want to see you happy… EvenifthatmeansmovingtoSnobfuckin’City.” He quickly mutters that last part.

Picking up her slumped body off of the countertop she looks into Muriel’s green eyes and he gazes back. She could tell what he said was genuine and from his heart, and a soft love drunk smile overtook her face.

He shrugs with a gripe looking expression. “.... Might not like it, but… I want you to be happy…. Home is with you…. And I love you.” He adds with a cute, but smugiush grin.

She quickly runs around the counter and leaps into his arms, and wraps her arms around Muriel’s neck peppering him with kisses on his stubbled cheek. After she’s had her fill, she rests her forehead against his with a goofy smile.

“Thank you, Muriel.” Rhemi mutters. As Muriel sets her feet back down to the floor, his hands now resting on her small waist, her hands on his abdominal muscles; her expression so relieved, yet still, she’s still unsure. “It means so much for you to say that. It really does…. But I just don’t know if I want to go. I mean…. Will we even be happy there?... I know nothing about that place anymore! What if we move there and it’s terrible? What if Inanna can’t be with us? What if there isn’t any forest around to get away from everything?...”

Pausing for a moment to ponder on, she takes this time to adjust his shirt, using her hand to flatten the wrinkles she created. “... Vesuvia is all I really know. It’s my home… Our home. We grew up here. Our friends are here. I… I don’t think I want to settle somewhere else.” Muriel takes his right hand on her jawline, stroking it sweetly with his thumb as he continues to listen.

She places her hand on top of his and words start to flow out of her mouth freely like a river, no hesitation or conflict at all. “Muri. I want to start our family here….. I… I want us to raise our children here. I want them to be free to learn whatever interests them and be whoever they want to be. I don’t want to leave the home we made in the woods nor the shop. And worst of all, we’d be even further from your family in the Steppe! Our children wouldn't have any exposure to their heritage! That wouldn't be fair at all!”

Finally, Rhemi pulls away, an endearing determined and confident expression now on her face. The answer is clear as day to her now. Holding both of his hands in hers and glances up to meet his green gaze. “... Ya know what? I’ve made up my mind… I’m happy you’re willing to change things just for my sake. But I don’t want to go either…. My father just has to understand that we just belong in Vesuvia. Perhaps instead, we can just visit Charlès every so often.”

Relieved at her decision, Muriel lets the tension in his body unwind, overjoyed to know that they are on the same page about it. “We can do that.” He says with a cute grin.

“E-.... Even if you don’t like him?” She says a little quieter, guiding his hands to wrap around her waist again, her eyes reminiscent of a puppy’s.

With a snort he slowly leans down matching her volume and squeezes her body affectionately. “..... Even if I don’t like him.”

“Even if you hate Charlès?” She mutters just above a whisper, now standing on her tippy toes inching closer and closer to his lips again, her fingers grazing his bottom lip.

“Even if I hate that place.” He replies sweetly back, starting to melt into her touch.

She smiles cutely and kisses his cheek. “I love you, Muri.”

“I love you too… But I’m never gonna call you Rhemielia. Even if it’s your ‘real’ name.”

“Okay. What are you gonna call me then?” She asks with a flirtatious laugh.

He matches her smiles, showing his teeth sweetly and runs his fingers through her hair. “Well... Was hoping, ‘my wife’ in less than two weeks.” He chuckles, but as soon as he utters that he stiffens and red stains across his cheek and smacks his forehead with his other hand. “—I blame you for this! Your awful corny humor is rubbing off on me…” He says so incredibly embarrassed, but Rhemi smiles wide and stupidly, loving his embarrassed face.

“Alright, that did it—”

Rhemi pushes Muriel to the velvet couch and he plops to a seat. “D-...Did what?”

“... Made me want to give you your dessert before dinner~” She says as she drops to her knees in front of him.

Muriel makes a shaky, yet lustful exhale feeling an erection blossoming as she rubs his large legs. Sluggishly making her way up to undo his belt buckles and her offers no hesitation as she pulls down his trousers. The saliva pools behind her teeth as his large cock sprouts out, eager to taste him.

“And what about your dessert—ahhhh, fuckkk~” He grunts at the end of his sentence just as Rhemi licks the shaft of his large hard member.

“Tee-hee~ You don’t think this is a treat for me? Mmmmm~”

“Rem, R-Rem…” He whispers, running his fingers through her burgundy hair as she teases the tip with her tongue. “Wha—…. what if Asra comes back?”

She smiles and flicks her wrist to the door, laying her head on his thigh, slowly stroking his fat cock with her other hand. “There. I added another spell, and I think he’ll get the message.” She reassures him as she continues to go back to work on kissing, licking and sucking his fat cock. Slowly, he begins to relax more and more and takes off his green long sleeved shirt, feeling a bit warm despite this cool afternoon. The hermit now practically melted into the velvet couch, sluggishly thrusting his hips with each stroke.

Glancing into his mossy green eyes, Rhemi reveles in his vulnerable horny expression. “You’re so cute when you make that face, Muri.” She utters breathily.

She can feel him shutter as the skin on his face turns to a dark red, showing that classic Muriel embarrassed expression that she also loved. “.....S-Stop being so hot!” He grumbles trying to sound grumpy as he stares right into her crimson eyes as she continues to lick his fat cock as if it were a piece of tangy tasting hard candy.

She stops for a moment and giggles with a devilishly mischievous grin and teases his testicles. “Why? Does it make you wanna cum even more?~.”

Cocking his head back and closing his eyes, he almost grits through his teeth as his pelvis thrusts from pleasure. “Fuuuuuck, Rem! Damn… Why do you gotta say that??”

“Tee-hee~ Cause it turns you on. And makes your dick harder.” She mutters before licking the very tip of his cock in small circles making him groan even more.

As Rhemi takes him into her mouth again, enjoying the salty taste of his precum as she sucks him off making cute little moans, enjoying every moment pleasuring him. Muriel’s breathing starts to become shallower and shallower as he becomes infused with the velvet couch, trying his best to stifle the moans and groans seeping out of his mouth.

Suddenly, a very lewd and interesting idea pops into Rhemi’s mind as her mind somehow wanders into the book she was reading recently (The Magic of Kama Sutra and Other Passionate Ways to Love. A book from Nopal). It was apparently rather common practice, and it seemed to have been very enjoyable for the man.

“I think I have an idea…. Can I try it out?” She whispers looking up so adorably with her large crimson eyes.

Muriel bits his lower lip and silently nods his head in agreement and Rhemi smiles, wiggling her hips like she does when she gets excited. Slowly she unbuttons her shirt, keeping her corset belt on, showcasing her plump naked breasts. The way they make them pop out is amazing and Muriel can’t believe his eyes right now. Every time she takes off her top, it’s like looking at her for the first time. His body is shaky, breathless, face hot and heart beating. Blowing hot air out his mouth, unable to control his staring as she caresses his heavy legs and starts to kiss and lightly nibble his inner thighs.

“Th- th- that is not fair!” He whimpers.

A hard but hot groan creeps out of his mouth, contrary to what he says, he always loves it when she kisses him there.

She starts to stroke him with her right hand and lifts her head, raising an eyebrow. “Since when do either of us play fair?” Lubing up his cock by licking his large shaft from bottom up to the very tip, Rhemi sluggishly pulls away, and keeps her tongue sticking out her tongue, letting hermit see the saliva oozing out of her mouth. He can’t help but shiver at the sight, making his dick twitch and his brow beads with sweat.

“God...damn—..... You’re so beautiful.” He says so sweetly as his fingers lace through her soft brownish red hair.

“Tell me if this feels good, ok?” She whispers sensually, tucking her hair behind her ear so it doesn’t get in the way. Nesting his cock in between her large breasts, she presses them together with both of her hands and starts to move her torso as she sucks on the very tip.

“This—This… is….. Really…. different…” He struggles to get out, unable to think straight, face burning hot.

“Do…. you not like it?” She asks while coming up for air, pausing for a moment to ensure he was happy.

A hard snort rolls out of his mouth and he slowly shakes his head. “D-.... Didn’t say that….” He mutters with a cute sexy chuckle, his hips twitching and moving on their own, seemingly enjoying watching as his member moves between her tits.

“Good~” She whispers back with a smirk, going straight back to business, pressing her boobs together around his cock and stuffing the tip in her mouth.

The more she continued, the more difficult it was to keep his mind straight. Only able to keep his thoughts on the marvelous sensation in between his legs. Her little muffled moans make it harder and harder to keep himself from exploding. Then, on the verge of it all, Rhemi gives him a sweet glance upwards and their eyes meet; her expression so lewd, yet so loving and sweet. Suddenly, Muriel throws back his head, shutting his eyes tightly and a loud hot groan emanates from his lungs and his fingers dig into the velvet cushions of the couch and warm liquid erupts like a volcano everywhere.

What. A. Fucking. Mess.

The thick white goop is everywhere. In her hair, all over her chest and hands, on her face and even dripping down her lips. Both of them were a little surprised at the messy result.

A look of horror suddenly strikes poor Muriel’s face, every visible inch of his flesh is red and hot with embarrassment. “Ah shit! I-... I’m sor--”

Rhemi silences his unneeded apology as she takes her finger and licks up the cum off of it giving him a lustful expression. “Well…. Someone really enjoyed his dessert~” She mutters sweetly rather enjoying herself.

Absolutely dumbfounded, the poor man just stares at her lost for words, but now his face is red for a different reason entirely.

Muriel comes back rather quickly with a towel and sheepishly hands it to her, not very sure how he feels about the mess he made. But as Rhemi wipes the cum off her tits, she smiles looking rather pleased with herself, and somehow it makes his desire for her all over again.

“Sooo. Whatcha thinkin’ for dinner?” Rhemi asks, getting the last of the cum off her face, slightly changing her tune.

Silent, Muriel comes from behind and crouches down to her level wrapping his arms tenderly around her waist. Tenderly, he starts to pepper her neck with passionate kisses, slowly caressing her breasts and feeling her warm skin.

“That isn’t an answer!” She teases, but she leans into his touch and giggles cutely.

“... You sound pretty good right now…” He sweetly whispers in her ear, then nibbles on her shoulder and reaches for her folds through her pants.

Before she could think of something to say, a deeply sensual moan escaped her lips and her legs grew weak. The feeling of his teeth lightly her flesh and his fingers rubbing in between her thighs makes her mind go completely blank. All she could think about was how much she loved his gentle touch and the way he groans makes her go crazy with lust. He then starts to unfasten her pants.

“What are you doin’?~” She mumbles, rearing her to look at him, biting her lower lip and running her fingers through his dark hair. Catching that sexy primal look in his eyes when he wants to fuck her.

Without another word, he scoops her up, placing her backwards on the couch, sitting on her knees and hands naturally holding the back of it. He pulls down the back of her pants, he starts to kiss her shoulders, her spine and works his way down all the way to her hips. She feels him pull down his trousers, exposing his erect member yet again.

Not the slightest hint of hesitation, she arches her back feeling herself becoming hot and wet, opening her legs to invite him in. He takes a moment and exhales a hot air as he marvels at her beauty, caressing her body with one hand, stroking his cock with the other. He then licks his right middle and ring figure, lubing her pussy, rubbing her folds and fucking her with his finger. His warm digits send little electric shocks waves from her clit as he pulls in and out of her now soaking entrance. Her body now feeling light and aroused, her breathing more shallow, sexy, and airy, she turns around her upper body with a begging expression on her face. “F-Fuck, Muri…” She mutters.

Unable to withhold himself a moment longer, Muriel lines himself up with Rhemi’s hips and slowly enters her tight pussy with his knee resting on the couch, both hands gripping her ass. The two now start to get into a rhythm, thrusting their hips faster and harder and enjoying pleasurable sensations and wet fleshly sounds.

Feeling him go deeper and harder, their grunt and moans start to increase as well. Rhemi’s hand braces the top of the couch, while the other reaches round to hold his wrist wanting to hold him closer. Muriel then takes his arm and wraps it around her neck holding her to his chest, carefully bracing her so he doesn’t choke her, just restraining her.

A startled grunt and her stiff body pulls him back to his senses and he Afraid that he might be too aggressive with her. “....This ok?” He whispers.

But to his surprise, she holds her hands on his forearm, putting it back to where it was and she thrusts her hips down onto his cock even more. Loving this new position, she softly says. “D-... Don’t stop!.... I like it when you hold me.”

Allowing himself to get swept up in the moment yet again, he holds her jawline turning towards him and kisses her hard, their tongues dancing behind their lips muffling her moans as he fucks her harder, pressing her against the back of the couch.

Feeling her face becoming warm, her body tingly, the pressure building behind her abdominal muscles like a damn about to burst, spirially into an orgasim. “Muri!~” She moans, holding his forearm even tighter as she pants faster and faster. “....I-.... I wanna cumm~”

“S-... Shit….” He grunts, losing his mind at her words, feeling himself get closer as well. “Feels good?” He asks, matching her volume as he moves his free hands to her left tit to squeeze it.

She nods, closing her eyes, moaning even louder as she reaches her right hand and pulls his hair. “D-..Do-...Don’t st-...stop… Please! Don’t stop!” Her voice is now even higher pitched and breathless, and repeats over and over again. Rhemi’s body starts to slightly convulse, cumming hard and she lets out a loud and sharp moan and shouts Muriel’s name. Her body now feeling so light and relaxed, she starts to struggle keeping herself upright as Muriel fucks her stright through her oragsim.

Feeling his cock growing ever larger and harder inside of her, she can feel her walls clenching around him as he buries his face into her neck. Grunting and panting he keeps going until finally pumps her insides with his thick white paint then his hips come to a slow stop.

The two of them melt into the couch feeling satisfyingly weak and breathless still holding onto one another and catching their breaths.

Finally they both regain their strength. Muriel pulls himself out taking a seat on the couch while Rhemi manages to stand to her feet. Feeling like a newborn calf, with her shaky legs, she first pulls her pants and underwear back on, then threads her arms back through her shirt and buttons it back up. Dressed and appropriate again, she comes back over to her mountain man and wraps her arms around his neck and he buries his face into her hair, his hand falling to the small of her back.

“You still never told me what you want for dinner…” She suddenly says rather seriously.

Muriel pulls away and the two just stare at each other blankly, waiting for the other to crack. But they both are circum with laughter at the same time, placing their foreheads together.

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The two quickly clean themselves off to look presentable, lock up the shop and head to the market before the twilight. Finally coming to the decision of rice, beef, and zucchini for supper. Getting everything they needed, they set home to the forest holding each other's hand. After the two made dinner and started to settle down for the night, they found themselves still hungry for one another. Lighting candles and some soothing incense to set the mood, the two go at it as if the world would end if they’d stop.

Finally, after getting both of their fill, feeling utterly pleasantly exhausted, the two catch their breaths on the bed. As Rhemi continues to straddle Muriel’s hips, she reaches her arms up for a good stretch and yawns, making her tits jiggle and bounce around.

“Ya know…” She says mid yawn, then starts again when she finishes. “...We probably shouldn’t have sex again till our honeymoon. So we don’t spoil the night.” She suggests while stroking his bare chest with both hands, pressing her breast together.

Muriel's nose crinkles as he snorts hard, gawking at her plump tits, she isn’t all that convincing currently. “..... Are you expecting me to take you seriously while you're on top of me naked?”

“Muri! I am serious!” She giggles, leaning down and resting her arms on his pecks, realizing herself just now.

The hermit rolls his eyes and sighs with a smirk and plays with a piece of her hair. “.... Fine… I guess you have a point.”

“... Can you believe we’re about to be married in just a few short days?”

“.... Sometimes I can’t… But in a good way… I didn’t think I’d ever be this happy in my life honestly…. You… you changed my life, Rem.”

The corner of her mouth curls up into a bright and loving smile and she places a few sweet kisses onto his chin. “You changed mine too…. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you…” She whispers, getting lost into his green gaze.

“Neither can I.” He whispers back, looking deep into her eyes and holds her cheek before pulling her head down for another passionate kiss, pressing his tongue to her's.

A familiar scratch at the door pulls them out of the moment, setting them back into reality and Rhemi rolls off grabbing the blankets and rolling up into them for warmth

“... Inanna home.” Muriel grunts as he gets up, quickly donning his underwear as he travels to the door, the wolf still clawing at the door. As he opens the door, the beast scurries in, tongue out happily wagging her tail as she hops onto the bed and drowning Rhemi in her sloppy wet kisses.

“Hey, Nana!” Rhemi giggles, hugging her neck and scratching her fur. “Guess what? We got you some steak tonight!”

With the word, steak, the wolf hops down excitedly and nearly looks as if she dances on the floor as Muriel fetches it. Still wrapped in paper, he delicately unwraps it and places it on a plate along with a few berries and even a little green garnish on it. Her yellow eyes hilariously huge, her tail thumping so hard on the ground completely overjoyed; Yet she's sitting as still as possible, eagerly awaiting for Muriel to place it on the floor. As soon as he puts it down, she makes very quick work of her food, licking the plate clean.

The three eventually crawl into bed to get warm, happily snuggling all together like they always do. One by one they all start to become comfortable and slowly drift off to sleep.

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Feeling himself leave his body, Muriel soon comes to realize that he’s entering a deep sleep. Equipped with claws, teeth, fur and all. Dreams have never been the same since Rhemi and him read that book about the Aurora. Most of the time he turns into a bear. Tonight he seems to be somewhere in the Steppe again, but no one else is in sight. Just other animals, the sky, and the sun. Going about his peaceful slumber, he just sits there on his hind legs, enjoying the brisk wind on his muzzle.

Soon, he realizes isn’t alone for long, sensing someone's prying eye behind him, a peaceful dream yet again short lived. Turning slowly and cautiously behind him, ready for whatever awaited him, he’ll attack if he must.

“Hello, my little cub.” That familiar deep voice says coming from a large dark bear.

Right before his eyes, Muriel can’t believe who is in front of him. It’s Artturi, his father. Or at least his cast.

"How…. How can this be?" He thinks as he stares confused at the large animal with such kind eyes. "How can he be here?"

The larger bear snorts in amusement, and turns around to walk away.

"Wait!" A large desperate growl escapes Muriel’s jaws and stomps the ground. "Don’t go! Please!"

Muriel’s father pauses for a moment, cranks his head around and nods in the direction, signaling to follow him.

Relieved, Muriel galaps next to him, a million questions filling his head. What’s worse, in the dream realm, in this bear form, he is incapable of speaking and frustrates the poor hermit even more.

Finally, Arrturi stops at a seemingly random area in the plain. Feeling the large bear’s magic bubble up, a strange portal suddenly appears, opening up into somewhere else. It felt so strange. Usually, Muriel just wakes up into other people’s dreams. He had to wake up in order to leap into another one. But this seemed to be leaping mid dream.

His father glances over with his small green eyes. Somehow he smiles at him. Even in this animal form, he manages to give his son a warm and loving smile.

Softly, Arrturi closes his eyes and enters the portal, once on the other side.

Wary, Muriel studies the portal up and down, even sniffing it with his large nose.

“It’s safe, my boy. I assure you.” His father says. He never once moves his lips or jaws, yet his son can hear his words as if they were being spoken out-loud by a human.

Unconvinced, Muriel stares at his father with heavy suspicion. Maybe this is just his own dream. His self-consciousness just wanting to see his father again.

“Oi! Come along, my little cub! Don’t have all night!” His father says, raising his eyebrows and sounding a bit more serious.

Well… What do I have to lose? With a deep and grumpy huff, Muriel cautiously steps into the portal, one limb at a time as if he was just entering a door.

Once inside, the doorway disappears leaving the two Kokhurians alone in the forest.

“How… How did you do that?” Muriel attempts to ask, but all that comes out are brudish grunts and growls. Making that grumpy irritated sulk, he grumbles feeling so frustrated with his lack of understanding.

“There is much you have to learn, my cub.” His father whispers.

“Y-.... You can hear me? Understand…. Me?” He replies.

His father laughs softly, tenderly nuzzles Muriel’s face with his snout. “Of course I can! I’m a bear too!” His laugh sounds so much like Gilbert’s, his voice filled of heart and joy. Out of instinct, Muriel’s ears tuck down and he sheepishly shrinks into his shoulders, as his father continues to nuzzle him. He can feel his face turning red underneath all that fur, some things apparently never change. Even in the realm of dreams. Still, even if he was uncomfortable, his father’s affection was appreciated and welcomed, he wouldn’t dare pull away.

Suddenly, his father’s magic emerges again, another portal opening, his father walks into it, his son follows. “We call travel in our sleep, my cub. Most of the time, people have no control where their dreams can take them. But us leapers can travel into countless place and dreams each time we lay our heads down to rest. No matter where in the world they are. Sometimes, people can call for us. Especially when they need it most…. Other times, we can enter people’s deepest part of their consciousness--”

“—NO!! MUMMY!!!!” Rhemi’s voice suddenly screams, it sounds rather distant, it even echoes. Panic takes over the hermit’s mind, looking around blindly to find where it’s coming from.

She’s in trouble, and he knows it.

Muriel sadly glances over to his father, torn between the two. He doesn’t want to leave his father, who knows when he'll ever see him again. But Rhemi… She sounds like she could be in a lot of trouble…

Without another thought, Arrturi opens another portal. The doorway opened up into a foggy area stinging of smoke and ash, Rhemi’s essence inside.

“I… We… I’m sor—”

“—It’s fine, little cub. We’ll meet again. I promise....” Muriel can’t help but stand there gawking at his father, tears pooling in his eyes. “Go!” His father orders. “She needs you, son.”

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Slowly Rhemi can feel her body becoming limp and falling into a deep sleep. Soon, her consciousness floats away somewhere to the realm of dreams. Muriel nowhere in sight. In fact, nothing is in sight, just an empty black void. Just very distant voices and dim light up ahead of her just like a spotlight duringJulian’s shows in the theater.

Most of it at first is incoherent bantering, but then two voices start to speak more clearly. One of them sounds so sweet and comforting, her voice silky and soothing. But they speak with such urgency in their voice. Afraid even.

“No!! Don’t take her away from me! Please! She makes my life worth living! PLEASE! I beg of you...”

“.... What are you willing to give for her then?”

The sweet and gentle voice continues on muttering desperately to the ghostly figure, but nearly impossible to make out what she’s saying.

Is… is this spector Phara?... And if that's Phara… then who’s this woman? Why do I feel like I know her?

Soon, Rhemi notices the woman’s beautiful long dirty blonde wavy hair that curls at the ends. She wore a fancy gown decorated with flowers and foliage embroidery with cool colors. Her back was turned to her, but then she immediately had a gut feeling who she was.

“.... M-Mum??” Rhemi quietly whispers, but the words echo around as if she screamed into a vast canyon and the word rang everywhere like a large bell.

The woman slowly turns her body around, but shadows still obscuring her features on her face except for her lips. “R-..... Rhem—”

Flames violently erupted all around Rhemi and a wicked laughter that belonged to that dark figure. Terrified, she spins back around towards her mother reaching out for her. “Take my hand!” She cries out to the woman.

But her mother instead lets out a horrible scream as the dark shadowy figure sneaks from behind her covering her mouth with sharp claws for hands. All Rhemi could see was the figure’s bright green eyes and sharp toothy grin as they continued to chuckle evilly. Then claws rip into her chest and her mother convulses with pain, her awful screams muffled by the creature’s other hand.

“MUM!!!”

The creature finally releases her mother and she drops to the ground on all fours and the dark creature disappears with an evil cackle only banshees would envy. “RHEMI!!” Her terrified voice echoes in her daughter’s ears.

Helpless. Powerless. Rhemi can only watch as her own mother’s eye’s turn cold black like a doll’s. The veins in her face turn dark, her skin gray and pale as she transforms into something else. Something inhuman. Her cries start to morph into something that of an animal, her once beautiful silky calm voice becomes incomprehensible and shril. Then in a flash, her mother is whisked away without a trace.

“NO!! MUMMY!!!!” Rhemi cries out again, she wants to go and find her, but her feet refuse to budge. I’m alone again… Why am I always alone??

The fire continues to take hold of the young magician’s surroundings, lighting up the once dark stage. Now it is unveiling fancy furniture that has been overturned, broken vases and paintings litter the floor of what looks to be a home with green floral wallpaper. Brick by brick the walls form around her starting from the bottom and forming it’s way to the very top, attempting to trap her inside. I—I have to get out! I have to get out of here!!!

“No…. Noooo!” Desperate, Rhemi bursts into colorful flames sprouting her feathers, talons, and beak before the walls enclose all around her. Flapping her wing so hard, it almost hurts she frantically soars to the top. The high vaulted ceiling and crystal chandler nearly get in her way as she struggles to get out of the now nearly assembled roof. Only a narrow gap is left and she squeezes herself into the tight space.

As she looks back down at the building, the roof is enclosed as fire reaches the top to burn it down once again.

This is just a dream! This is just a bad dream!!! Rhemi can feel tears forming in her eyes and she chokes them down. She watches in dismay as the mansion stands there and that muggy dense fog rolling in all around her. Without a second thought she turns around, flapping her wings hard to get away from that place.

I don’t want to see it! I know what happened! I don’t need to relive this! You need to wake up!

Out of the corner of her right eye, Rhemi sees a fast and furious luminescent looking wad of ash and feathers headed straight for her.

Without any hesitation, the dying phoenix crashes into Rhemi mid air, like a falcon catching its prey, making them both tumble into the smog, pinning her to the ground. “WHY. DID. YOU. RUN, RHEMI?!?”

“GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!” She struggles to get out as she tries to push the rotten smelling bird away.

She wiggles and squirms but it's all for not, as the dark version of herself pins her down, such anger and frustration in her voice. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? You need to remember! You were almost there!!!” The other Rhemi growls with her tired gravelly voice, the smell of soot and decay overwhelming her senses. Their fiery wings burn hot and angry as she pushes Rhemi into the ground even more.

“What the fuck do you want from me?! WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE??” Rhemi shouts as she pushes the ghosts of her former self off of her.

Stumbling backwards, both of them transform back into their mirrored human forms, but the other Rhemi looks even weaker, and sicker than before. Staring at Rhemi with her bloodshot eyes, and bright orange glowing irises, she mutters as she slightly pants, apparently out of breath. “I’ve told you before....You need to see the truth.”

Standing back onto her feet Rhemi stomps with her left foot and puffs out her chest. “Yeah! Well Père already told me about it! I already know what happened! I know the truth…. Or at least part of it!--And ya know what!?? That’s fine with me!”

“Could you stop being an idiot?!... Just because you were told what happened doesn’t mean you dealt with it, Rhemi!”

“—What if I don’t want to deal with it??” The figure just stares at her blankly with her terrible bloody eyes and Rhemi shakes her arms wildly. “I am happy!—Okay?? Finally happy!!!! No bad dreams, no terrible memories for months!!—I have a father now!! I just want it to be what it is!! A family of my own!! I’m getting married in less than two weeks!!!—Don’t you understand?? I want to stay happy!!!... Why can’t you just go away?? Please just leave me be!!! You are supposed to be dead!!”

Her previous self just stands there, blankly staring at her slowly shaking her head, completely exhausted. “.... You’re the one who keeps me here, Rhemi….”

“... What??”

“... If you call all this happiness,” She says laughing sadistically pointing at her then to the mansion. “... Then you really have a warped perception of it. Quit lying to yourself. You still need to know about the monster…. you need to remember who they are...”

“I don’t want to meet any more monsters! Why does this even matter?? Phara is gone!”

The spectrum suddenly shifts and appears right in front of her nearly inches away and Rhemi shutters hard, feeling throat dry up. The other Rhemi just stands there staring her right in the eyes. ".... Because the monster lives, Rhemi.” A bone chilling silence takes its icy grip as her words sink in. “... And that monster is closer than you think it is.”

Muriel lets out a large growl and the other Rhemi glances behind, not very stirred by his presence, but more deeply annoyed. “Damn it, Blanket-boy. You always come at the wrong time…..” She mumbles under her breath then turns her eyes back to her. “You need to know the truth… Before it’s too late.”

“Why??.... What’s gonna happen??”

A sharp scream emanates from the dark smog and the sick Rhemi cranks her neck around towards that direction. Then a viscous growl from the other with a charging bear who it belongs to.

The sickly spirit grabs Rhemi by the shirt and pulls her closer, nose nearly touching and her blood red eyes stare deeply into Rhemi’s. “...Remember for it’s too late.” She roughly whispers then pushes her away, as fire engulfs her body, transforming her into that dying phoenix once again.

“Oh yeah, NOW YOU LEAVE?!?!” Rhemi shouts, stomping her right foot irritatedly and Muriel finally reaches over to her, still in his bear form.

As he approaches her they both watch as the smoldering bird flies away until she disappears into the dark and dense fog.

Muriel looks up at his soon to be wife and just glares at her. Even in this form, she could tell he was upset with her, and rightfully so… She hadn’t been necessarily honest for some time.

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As both Muriel and Rhemi return to their bodies, they simultaneously awake. Muriel however was the first to sit up and he rubs his tired eyes.

Slowly, Rhemi wipes away the tears that formed when she was asleep before he can see and pick up her trunk off the mattress, listening to the crickets and other night creatures sing their songs before finally parting her lips. “Muriel… I—”

With a sharp exhale, the hermit just draws down the sheet and gets out of bed and starts the fire again before she can try and explain herself. He’s rarely ever angry with her, but when he is, he’s very quiet at first. But this was the first time he actually walked away from her. He’s really upset…

Inanna whimpers as she looks back and forth between the two of them waiting for one of them to budge, yet nothing. Finally, annoyed with all the tension, she nudges Rhemi’s arm three times, each one harder than the next, telling her, or rather, demanding her that she needed to make the first move. She stares at her with her large intelligent yellow eyes, snorting and sneezing, her point obviously being made. With a heavy heartfelt sigh, she slowly gets out of the bed grabbing the top blanket and wrapping around her shoulders, silently approaching her sweetheart. She sits next to him by the fire, a few feet away to give him space; they both sit there for a moment.

“I… I was going to tell you….” She finally says just above a whisper, breaking the terrible silence.

“........You said….. you’d tell me…. When you had a bad nightmare.” Muriel says softly, but very firmly. He’s so upset.

Rhemi adjusts the blanket over her shoulders and flutters her tired eyes, carefully thinking of what to say next. “.... I…. I didn’t know how to bring it up…”

With a sharp rumbly noise, Muriel shakes his right hand dismissively, his twisted face and eyes glaring at her. “Don’t give me that!”

Rhemi shifts awkwardly, eyes averted to the other side of the room, feeling like she's being scolded. He’s actually hard to look at without wanting to cry.

Muriel shakes his head and his eyes drop down to his lap. “...... I-..... I’ve asked, and asked, and you said you were fine….. How long has that- that thing been coming into your dreams??”

She twists her foram with her opposite hand making it sting a little, but she can’t help but inflict a small bit of pain to herself. Perhaps if she did it hard enough it would make all of this go away.

“.... I… It showed up back in the Steppe… But I don’t really remember the first dream…. Then I saw them again the night of the welcoming ceremony.”

“You saw your past self back then… and you didn’t tell me?.....”

… My past self?.... How does he? She thinks to herself squinting her eyes suspiciously. “...Wait. H- H-How do you know about her?… She ran off before you even got there.”

A faint pink spreads across his cheeks and a little bead of sweat drips down his temple as she points that out and he just sits there silently. “... Muri?” She says tilting her head and slightly furrowing her brow now.

With a grumbly sigh, he finally answers. “...... I saw them around Yule when we were traveling home. I thought it was my own bad dream… I… I didn’t realize I leaped.”

“Soooooooo….. You didn’t tell me about it.” She says a bit sassily.

“Well I—… You…. We…. There wasn’t—” Clearly, he’s now more flustered than angry now and he continues fumbling over his words. “I-... Be- Cause—..... Because… Because didn’t want to upset you about it—”

“.... And why do you think I didn’t tell you?” Rhemi tucks her legs into her chest, hugging her knees tightly like she used to do when she was upset. She hadn’t done it in a long time. She did it a lot when Asra wasn’t around “I… I wasn’t ready to talk about it…. It's like seeing yourself… in a mirror, yet the person looking back is a complete stranger… She… She scares me… Really scares me…”

Quietly, Rhemi’s words sink into Muriel’s mind, remembering that the two of them were really similar when it came to things like this. His eyes glancing over to his soon to be wife, and his heart drops to see her in this tight bundled up position. She looks like she did the night of when he saved her from that creep a few years back before they got to really know one another. It seems like a lifetime ago, but also just like yesterday. She looked so small when she hugged her knees to her chest like that.

Muriel’s shoulders relax, his large neck muscles unclench, as empathy soothes his anger. Scratching his left ear sheepishly, he scoots a little closer to her. “I’m… I’m sorry, Rem…. Shoulda realized you weren’t ready to talk about it.”

She places her chin on the top of one of her forearms as she chokes down the tears. “.... Well... maybe I should have anyways….” Her voice cracks a bit when she starts, and she tries to clear her throat, but he knows she’s upset.

“... You’ve been nothing but patient with me when it comes to talking… and I guess I’m just not as patient….” He reaches over bringing her into his chest and with the other, he slowly takes her hand in his, lacing his large fingers with hers. “... But I’ll try to do better…” He says sincerely then kisses her temple. “I’m sorry I got angry…”

Unraveling her limbs, she tucks up closer to him, snuggling his chest. “You’re allowed to be angry, Muri…. Your feelings are valid. And you’re not wrong. It isn’t fair when I don’t communicate when you do… Perhaps… We both have things we need to work on. And… maybe it’s going to take us longer than we both anticipated.”

“Ok… We always have done better doing things together… so... I can deal with that….”

“So can I.” She whispers, wiping away a stray tear. “I love you, Muriel.”

“I love you too…” He mumbles holding her close.

A cold and wet nose however pries the two apart, Inanna squeezing into the warm laps of the two lovers next to the fire, somewhat ruining the moment. But it’s fine. Rhemi and Muriel both start to softly laugh and give the large wolf the much needed scratches as she soaks up the warmth from the fireplace.

....Eventually all three of them make their way back to bed and start to get to sleep.

Rhemi starts to dream again, but this time, it’s about Athena. It must have been when she first came to Vesuvia. Her iconic long dreadlocks are replaced with a short hair that was kept underneath a silk scarf on her head, but her facial features were unfortunately still blurred in obscurity. She apparently was in the middle of teaching her a spell, and a lovely bright teal orbe lit the dark room. The joy she felt in her chest was so genuine and full of child-like wonder…. I miss her so much. I wonder if she knows how much I loved her.

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Contrast to the day before, Rhemi takes her time traveling to the palace. Unsure how her father was going to take her answer, she fears that he might think that she hates him. But that just isn’t true. She may not really remember him from before, but she does have this feeling like she deeply wanted his approval and that she missed him. But she also has a feeling like she’s nervous about what he’s going to do. Running from what she’s going to say to let him down easily, she repeats it over and over again in her mind.

As she approaches the palace gates, she can feel her heart beating faster and faster. Why am I so nervous about this?? Everything will be fine. He’ll understand. He’ll understand.

As the palace doors open up and she proceeds to the common room, she looses herself in thought.

Suddenly, an entourage of strangers meet Rhemi near the door, all in strange clothes with too many ruffles and crinoline and stunk of powerful cologne. One man was especially snooty and uptight looking, with his puffy pants, stockings, and an obviously fake looking wig.

“Ah, you must be Rhemielia. We have been expecting you.” Says the one man in the front, wearing about an inch worth of pale make-up that made him look like a ghost in on of Julian's plays. His voice thick with a strange, yet somewhat familiar accent.

“Yesssss….” Raising an eyebrow and tilting her head, Rhemi confusingly scratches the back of her head. “Ummmmm… And whoooo are you, exactly?”

With an arrogant smile, the man turns up his nose and smiles as he puffs out his chest and presses his hand in his chest. “I am Oliver. You’re Monsieur Alarie’s personal tailor.”

“.... He brought his tailor on board with him from Charlès?”

He laughs as if she said something completely foolish as he walks around inspecting her. “But of course! I am part of his entourage, my naive little child.”

“Oh. Well, nice to meet you, but I am here for my fath-”

“Hmpf!…We must put you in something that draws your attention away from those dreadful eyes.” He interrupts looking as if he smelled something fowl, completely ignoring her.

A twinge of anger strikes her. “... Excuse me?”

“Oh! So sorry, Mademoiselle Alarie. I know that was one of the things you were left with when that witch spirited you and your mother away.”

“.... W-.. What?? Where did you hear tha—?”

“—Ugh. You should really think about skipping your desserts my plump little darling….” He scoffs as he takes a measuring tape and measures her hips, making her shut her mouth up tight and her face turning red. Getting a measurement, he pulls out a tiny pair of reading glasses and holds them up to his eyes. As he reads the tape measure, he shakes his head, tutting condescending. “... Maybe a few meals as well.” He smirks with a chuckle, his posse chims whispering and laughing amongst themselves as they judge her, like a group of mean kids on the playground.

The color red paints poor Rhemi’s face and she feels herself shrinking into herself. Embarrassed and a bit angry, her hands held her stomach feeling so disgusting. Pierre, Nadia's tailor never made her feel like this when she was having her wedding dress made. She honestly never thought she was a bad size… til now of course with all these thin and ridiculously dressed rude assholes muttering about.

“Come, come, Mademoiselle. We don’t have all day.” Oliver says, sounding annoyed as he walks in the other direction. Then three people from his team suddenly start to grab her and push her along behind him. “...I have just the dress for you. It is the latest fashion of Charlès, many ladies of the court have worn this dress… I designed this one myself. However, I might need to let out the seams a bit to fit your large phasic.” Oliver unnecessarily adds.

The overly pompous seamstress first throws the apprentice into a room with a handful of Nadia’s women servants that she barely knew. Instead of a door, they had a divider so he could instruct them on the other side. Without a single word, or an ounce of emotion in their faces, they all proceed to just take off her clothes she wore here as if she was helpless.

‘Hey…. Back off! Don’t fucking touch me!’ Her inner thoughts scream, as they unbuckle her corset belt and take off her shoes without hesitation. But instead of fighting back like she so desperately wants, she just stands there, quietly taking it. After all, it’s not like these women were doing anything necessarily inappropriate, they were all just doing what they were told to do… But in some way, it made the girl feel rather violated. Unsure if she felt like this because of it happening so suddenly, or the fact that she was rather private about her body. Either way, it hardly mattered why she felt like this, the fact is, she did. Her fist clenches and she presses her lips into her mouth out of frustration as they strip her down to her tight pants. She could so easily make the woman stop in their tracks, freeze them with a spell, confuse them with a flash of bright light with her magic, distract them, scare them—Anything really—But against every fiber in her body, something is holding her back and she just continues to reluctantly stand there, still and as silent as a human doll as they take off her pants and throw on a white linen drawers and slip.

Oliver then throws over an ugly boned piece of tan heavy looking fabric over the divider and instructs the women to strap her into an overly tight and restrictive overbust corset and to make it as he says, “Nice and tight.”. It was terrible. Just terrible. The damn thing was too narrow in the hips. It pressed down her waist and pushed into her ribs and lifted her breasts uncomfortably into her face. Rhemi actually likes corsets, hell, she has a whole drawer full of them. But this one was nothing like the ones she has, it obviously purposely was not even her true size so she’d fit into the garments, so it was much too tight. When she verbally complained, all Oliver and his posse chuckled and said, “If you have enough air to complain, then it isn’t tight enough.” Prompting them to tighten it even more, taking the little bit of air that was left in her lower lungs and she groans and strains in pain.

After that came the strange cage thing for her hips that looked like a monstrous spider’s creation. “What's this for?” She cautiously asks while she lifts her hands over her head and they tight it to her hips.

“To make you look attractive to look at.” He snarily remarks implying as if she wasn’t already. Every question she asks, the answer seems to be another harsh comment, so now, she just fell silent, she might as well be a warm mannequin at this point.

Next, came a dozen or so stiff and unforgiving petticoats that seemed to weigh her down more and more. Even her gown from the masquerade wasn’t this bad.

After that, finally came the actual dress. It was light green, slightly off the shoulder filled with frills and bright pink bows and embellished with flowers, ruffles, and white frilly lace. To add insult to injury, Oliver came with the most uncomfortable shoes she had ever seen. This is where she drew the line. As the servant went to place her shoes on her feet, Rhemi gave her the hardest, scariest stare she could muster and she quietly shook her head, pointing to her beloved boots. Getting the message rather clearly, the servant obediently places her brown boots back on to her feet. At least she was given something. The last thing she needed was the inability to walk.

After about twenty minutes of this abuse from that asshole tailor and his team of fashion monsters, Oliver moves the divider and looks at his creation. Seeming as if she was still lacking luster, the man walked around in circles around the giant frilly dress. “It will do.” He says, pressing his finger into his cheek and sighing. “Better than those garbs, no?”

“... I like my own garbs. Thanks.” Rhemi mutters under her breath.

OIiver then overdramatically waves his hand along, shooing her away. “ If I just had another hour, I’d have you be unrecognizable. But his Excellency is waiting for you in the common room for tea before his meeting.”

“Thanks…” She says through her gritted teeth and a very fake smile, holding back all the urges to hex the literal shit out of him.

Almost running towards the common area, she tries her best to focus on the much more important things she has to deal with today. But if she’d had the chance, she might pull a good ol’ prank on the asshole.

As she finally arrives in the common area. She finds her father sitting there waiting patiently next to the fire in that green chair he sat in the day before, lost in deep thought.

Rhemi clears her throat politely making him realize that she was there. Quickly he jumps to his feet, staring at her in amazement. “Mielia… I see you meet Oliver.”

“Yes… I have… He’s… ahhh…”

“--Genius isn’t he?… He designed some of your mother’s favorite dresses back in the day. I hired him full time a few years ago after I started traveling more.”

“Oh…. he did?”

“Yes…"

For about a minute, Martin just stares at her fondly. "... That dress is wonderful on you…. You… You actually look a lot like my Mair—” He stops in his tracks and shuts his eyes as if he stutters and clears his throat. “Your Mother…. That shade of green was one of Florence’s favorite colors.” Martin says with almost the utmost sincerity, there are even tears in his eyes, warming his cold teal eyes.

“Re-...Really?” Rhemi smiles sympathetically and blushes at the compliment. She doesn’t remember much of her mother’s face, but she did know that she was very beautiful and elegant.

Martin clears his throat and averts his gaze to the couch. “... It also draws the attention away from your eyes…” Now forced to keep her smile on her lips, she feels her heart sink back into that same low spot where she was before. All the happiness of his previous compliment is voided with that remark. “... In Charlès, you’d have even more dresses such as this. This is actually nothing compared to gallas and banquet gowns.”

“Oh…. Yes…. Well, uh, 'bout that—”

“—Come along, my Pigeon. Have a seat, our tea is getting cold.”

“Oh… Okay then.”

Rhemi awkwardly walks over to the couch, unsure how to actually sit in this monstrosity of outfit. Finally, she figures out how to take a seat, but is hardly able to breathe.

Her father offers her a tea cup, willing to fill it for her, but she politely shakes her head. “Don’t want to get this dress dirty.” But really, the truth was there wasn’t a way in hell that she could even think about putting something in her body with this damn corset pressing into her torso. The tea would probably come right back up if she even tried to drink any.

Suddenly Beatrix scurries over to the same couch as Rhemi sniffing warily and tilting her head looking as if she wants something, but is too proud to ask. Catching wind of what she might have wanted, Rhemi reaches out with her hand and Beatrix sniffs her palm, surprisingly allowing her to come closer. Gently, she scratches her chin with her fingernail and the creature leans hard into her touch almost like a cat.

Amazed, Martin snorts and smiles. “Bea usually never lets anyone touch her... Except for your mother, that is… Maybe you remind her of Florence as well.”

The badger then curls up into his daughter’s lap, now practically demanding more pets and scratches, and Rhemi happily obliges. Soon, Beatrix starts to snore away on Rhemi’s lap, and she continues to pet her from head to tail. Despite her abrasive nature, her fur is surprisingly silky under her fingertips, and she enjoys the soothing texture calming her nerves. The creature really has taken a liking to her recently, she isn’t as bad as Asra thinks she is, especially after she eats.

It soon occurs to Rhemi that neither of them had spoken for a while, and things start to become awkward. The silence is almost unbearable, the ticking of the clock doesn’t help.

“So…I, ahhhh—I thought about what you asked the other day…” She finally says, her eyes still glued to the badger, petting slowly spine.

Martin picks up his teacup and saucer, hiding a small but rather pleased smile. “Oh. You have, did you?” He replies before taking a sip of his tea and there’s a rather large pause. “...Well go on, child. Don’t leave your Père in suspense.” A small chuckle rolls out of his chest as he speaks, eager to hear her answer.

The apprentice takes in a large brave breath before she finally speaks. “Yes I have… I thought about it, slept on it, talked out loud about it…. A-and….. I really love being with you…. Charlès sounds really interesting....” Her father nods slightly as speaks, so far everything she's saying is exactly what he wanted to hear. “...B-But I can’t.” She mutters quickly, a hard sting radiates through her chest like she just ripped off a bandaid.

The Archmagister stops mid-sip and his eyes fly open when she utters the word, ‘can’t’. His cold teal eyes piercing Rhemi’s warm burgundy ones, making her discomfort grow the longer he stares.

Apparently rather upset, he places his teacup to the saucer with a distinguished CLANK, pressing his lips tightly together. “...May I ask you why exactly you can not?” He asks, setting the cup and saucer down to the coffee table and leaning forwards in his chair, crossing his right leg on the top of his left.

Feeling the tension slowly building, Rhemi clears her throat, awkwardly adjusting in her seat, careful not to disturb the snoozing badger in her lap. Before she answers him, she starts playing with a lock of her hair to calm her, feeling her cheeks burning under the pressure of his intense glare. “W-Well…. I meaaaaan…. Did you really expect me and Muriel to just… pick up our lives and move to a brand city that is foreign to us?” She asks, immediately holding her breath at the answer. “We’ve been here for most of our lives. We’d be so out of place.”

Martin chuckles a bit and shakes his head. “No……. No. No... Of course not.”

Rhemi relaxes her shoulders, relieved at his answer and she exhales the air she was holding in settling back into the couch.

“... I expect you to come back home with your Father.”

All the relief she felt just a second ago is completely ripped away. Did…. did he just…? She must have misheard him. “Wh-..... What…. was…. that?” She utters, trying not to trip over her words.

He inhales irritably, slicking back his plum and gray hair. “You are better than these people here, Mielia.” He says with his right palm open, gesturing to the palace then towards the window to the entire city. “Surely, you can see that...”

Is… Is he really saying this?? Or am I imagining it? “What are you—??.... Nnnno. No, I don’t see that, because I’m not better. These people are my closest friends—”

“—Rhemielia, my little Pigeon.” He interjects, interlacing his hands tightly together. “...I don’t believe you understand your worth.” Completely blown away from the absurdity spewing from his lips. Completely dumbfounded and speechless, she finds herself with her mouth gaped open idiotically and eyes wide as he just goes on and on. Casually he sits there enjoying his tea, talking as if the topic were about anything else. “...Back in Charlès, you’ll be a highly eligible woman. Why—With my high standing position, you could marry another noble. You can marry a Count, become a respected Countess, ruling a city alongside your husband yourself…. if you play your cards right that is.”

Still stunned silent, Rhemi just stares blankly while Martin pours himself some more tea, watching as he drops three sugar cubes into his cup with a splash of cream and starts to stir it all up with his teaspoon. “... Who knows? Perhaps you could even be a Duchess if you're lucky. You are rather…. well….. Let’s face it. Plain, compared to most women in the court. I’m afraid you get that from my side of the family. But far from being ugly. You’re still rather fair skin, attractive features, and at least have a sharp mind. A lot of nobel men these days find that a desirable in a wife—”

“—Père…” Rhemi finally manages to get out and she clasps her palms together, absolutely flabbergasted at this conversation and she speaks slowly. “... I am already getting married… I found someone I want to spend my life with… And that life is here, in Vesuvia. I was saying that I am not leaving.”

Slowly, her father blinks, running his fingers on his jawline still staring hard at his daughter. A flash of anger behind his gaze sends a shiver down her spine. But then snorted through his nose as if he was amused. “Hmm.... We’ll see about that…” He says coldly with a small bone chilling grin.

Almost scared to ask, Rhemi leans her head in, never breaking her eye contact and mutters. “Wha-?”

Suddenly, the tall older male servant wearing a darker colored uniform emerges from the corridor and he bows entering the room, unmeaningly cutting Rhemi off. “Excusez-moi, Monsieur Martin.”

“Oui, Bartholomew, what is it?”

“The Western Trading Consult will be arriving shortly.”

Martin pops out his pocket watch with a rather surprised look on his face. “Oh, it’s that time already?” He takes one more swig of his tea then stands to his feet, Bartholomew hastily fastening his master’s cape and he dons his gloves and grabs his cane. “Well, apologies, my Pigeon, but duty calls. Let’s continue this conversation later, shall we?”

He walks over to her and pats her head. Her nostrils flare, making her feeling a bit more irritated than she’s ever had been when he does that. “But….” She mutters under her breath.

“Come along, Bea.” He says firmly. His familiar takes a quick stretch before she climbs up his leg to his shoulders from Rhemi’s lap.

Rhemi’s shoulders slump down and she stumbles over her words, watching helplessly as Martin just walks out of the room. “Wai—Bu-but I-I—I…we’re not—” Finally she realizes the conversation is over and her father is gone, leaving only her and his servant in the room. “....Alright then.” She sits there feeling so flustered. This wasn’t how this went in her head.

What does he mean he expects her to come back ALONE with him? Does he not realize that she’s in love? Now that she thinks about it, anytime she talks about Muriel to her father, he’d change the subject, or shut it down as if he didn’t exist. There is no way that she can tell any of her friends about this conversation. Oh no. They’d go apeshit, especially Muriel…. He’ll be worried sick.

A twinge of a headache spawns yet again from her temples radiating down the back of her head. A slight ringing takes over her ears and she rubs her temples a little harder to attempt to soothe the pain, consoling her inner self. This is all just a big misunderstanding—Yeah! Just a misunderstanding, Rhemi. Don’t worry. Everything will work out in the end….. Everything is going to be fine. Just… fine.

“... Not everything works out like they do in fairy tales, Rhemi….” Her own voice whispers in her ear.

Rhemi stifles a shutter as her eyes fly open. She glances up, thinking she might have seen someone else in the room next to Bartholomew. But not a soul is there.

And the ringing in her ears is at its loudest…It’s nearly deafening. But then—

“Eh...Pardonnez-moi, madame?”

“Hmmm??” Finally, the world is back to normal, other than her slight headache. The deafening ringing ceases and she’s just alone with her father’s servant.

“I’m sorry, this might be out of line, but….” The servant bows politely, with a kind smile. “I am your father’s head butler.”

“Oh…. Oh! Y-yes, hello! It’s Bartholomew, right?” She stands to her feet and tilts her head to see his face and sticks out her hand with a giggle and he flutters his eyes slowly straightening back up staring at her open hand. “...No need to bow, I’m just a common magician, not a Lady of the court… not anymore at least.”

Shocked at her informalness, he is taken back a bit, but then smiles and takes her hand and they shake. “So you are the mysterious daughter.”

With a confused smile, Rhemi shakes her head and chuckles awkwardly. “I’m sorry?”

“Ohh, pardon me. You and your mother were slightly famous back in Charlès… The Archmagister who’s wife and daughter were spirited away from this realm.”

“Oh…” She mumbles and swallows hard. “... Well… I don’t really remember any of that.”

“Ah, I’ve heard you had severe memory loss. I’m… I’m sorry if I made you upset.”

“Oh! No no no! You’re fine!…. I’m just…. still absorbing all of this, ya know? It’s just new….”

“Well… I’m glad to see the Archmagister finally happy.”

Rhemi politely smiles despite her emotions currently. “You-…. Do you really think he’s happy?”

“I have worked for the man for a long time now, a few years after you were kidnapped. Please, don’t mention any of this to him, but… He always had such a… eeerrrrr…. how do I say…. melancholy?... to him. But since he has reunited with you… Well…. I haven’t seen him smile nearly as much.”

“Oh….”

Strange. The man had a funny way of showing it. She thinks to herself.

The servant could apparently tell Rhemi’s conflicted feelings behind her now averted gaze. He hesitates for a moment, opening and closing his mouth before finally freely speaking his mind. “Perhaps this isn’t my place, Rhemielia—”

Before she can stop herself, Rhemi interrupts. “It’s ahh—…. It’s Rhemi now…. a-.. actually….” Being called that name was starting to make her cringe for some odd reason and she couldn’t stand for another person to call her by Rhemielia today. But she tries to play it off with a rather convincing grin and a little chuckle.

It seems to have worked, the servants smiles back with an understanding nod. “Pardon, Rhemi….. But I know Monsieur Martin can be…. difficult at times, but… he really is happy to have found you. I think if anyone can get anything through to him, it is you…. And no one deserves to be alone.”

That's what I normally say.

Nodding to herself for a moment as his words set in. “.... Thanks, Bartholomew. I really appreciate it.” She finally replies.

This servant was quite different from what she had initially thought. He might appear rather snooty, but he was actually polite and had a kind wrinkly grin to match.

“Well, I best be on my way before I am missed. It was pleasant to finally have met you, Rhemiel—I mean, Rhemi.” Bartholomew says, and half bows out of habit.

“Likewise…” Rhemi says, holding out her hand again. This time, he immediately took it with both of his and gently shook it, then patted the top of her hand lightly. “I hope you enjoy your stay here.”

“Thank you. I believe I will.” Bartholomew walks backwards still facing Rhemi before he gracefully bows out of the room, then turns around heading towards where she could only conclude where her father is staying.

As soon as he exits the room, Rhemi is left all alone with her thoughts. With a defeated feeling sigh she plops back down to the couch, unable to slouch because of the constrictions of the uncomfortable corset. It felt way too small for her size and she felt her breasts were in her face.

How could her father expect her to come with him when her life is here in Vesuvia? How could he not recognize that she in fact was getting married to Muriel and was in love? He hasn’t even made an attempt to get to know him either! But is it true that he’s happier to have been reunited with her? What does he exactly want from her anyways?

Worst of all, Rhemi thinks about that voice she heard whispering in her ear. It was her own voice. But, they weren’t her own thoughts. It was like they came from another invisible person that was next to her. Like a ghost. But there isn’t anyone else here but herself. But there was that unmistakable smell of ash and dirt...

What was that? Am…. Am I going mad? No one can know about this. If anyone found out about this… well. I didn’t even want to think about it.

Holding her head in her lap and rubbing her face, she sits there pondering hard. Perhaps, having dinner with Muriel and Asra would change things. Maybe then, her father will get to know them and then he’ll approve of her marriage. See how good of a person Muriel is.

“I can fix this.” She mumbles determined to herself, clasping her hands together pressing them to her mouth. “I… I can fix this…. I… I have to.”

✨To be continued...

I am so sorry that this took so long my trash pandas!! But I hope nearly 40 pages will make up for the month hiatus. Sorry, no CG this time, but thanks for all your love and support. As always,

Thanks for reading my hot garbage! <3

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11. Fluff Nate Mack, happy Valentine’s Day!!! 🥰🥰

From Valentine’s day prompt: 11. 💍 “Will you be my girlfriend/boyfriend?”

word count: 1k+ (I got carried away again)

warnings: it's full of typos bc I did not proofread and it's 1 am...

‘I wanted to see you on Sunday’ your phone pings with a message from Nathan and you sigh.

“Who’s that?” glancing your best friend asked before looking back at the TV.

“Nate,” you murmured.

It’s been one year since you’ve met Nathan through mutual friends and 4 months since you started hooking up, caught up into that foggy friends with benefit space. When you slept together for the first time you thought that was it, you wouldn’t be friends anymore, especially because you woke up alone without a note, and you knew he was at practice, but a message wouldn’t hurt right?! But the next thing you knew he was at your door two days later with take-out and his unbothered expression. That night he kissed you goodnight -on the lips!- and was your company until you were sound asleep. And although you tried to think that he would eventually make things official -you were exclusive after the first week- he didn’t and you kept fighting between being mad and still seeing him. You knew he liked you, you were almost sure he did, but you had no idea how much, and considering he didn’t make you official just proves a point to your insecurities.

“He wants to see me on Sunday,” you explain.

“Oh so now he’s your Valetine?” Kate objects and you shrugs. “Are you going?”

“I don’t have anything to do on Sunday, you’re going out with Tyson so I’ll mop here…” and even if you did have something to do, you would probably do it faster so you could see him because aside from everything Nate made you feel good, at least while he was around.

Your friend just nods her head before looking focusing her attention on the movie again, you knew she wasn’t very happy though. She was the one rooting for you and Nate at first, and then one month into seeing him she was mad with the fact that he didn’t have the balls to ask you to be his girlfriend yet.

‘I think I can make it’ it’s your answer to Nate’s text.

‘Can you make it on Saturday night too? I wanted you to stay the night’

You answer with an yes again before locking you phone and putting it under the pillow.

Two days after you’re knocking at his door with your overnight bag and a giddy sensation. Nate greeted you with a chaste kiss before hushing you inside. Saturday was spent watching action movies, eating pop corn and cuddling, you didn’t have sex like you would usually do and to that you were a little bit confused, but happy nevertheless. You fell asleep on his couch only to wake up on Sunday on his bed.

The sun was streaming through the curtains giving the room a warmer sensation in contrast with how cold your foot felt without Nate beside you. His side of the bed was still warm though and so you rolled on top of it snuggling on his pillow, it took only some seconds before you were sound asleep again.

This time you were woke by soft lips on your exposed belly button, lips that trailed a path along your body until they finally reach your lips. You smiled, praying that it wasn’t a dream, and when you opened your eyes you were sure it wasn’t, no way a dream would be so accurate with his beauty. There was nothing sexier to you than morning Nathan, from his even deeper voice to his messy hair and rosy cheeks.

“Good morning,” you whispered threading your fingers along his short locks of hair.

“Morning, I got us a breakfast basket,” he motions to the corner of the bed and you stretch your body before turning your face to the big basket at your foot. It’s black so you can see that there’s a small arrangement of flowers inside along with what seems to be cheese, bread, strawberries, and all your favorite sunrise foods.

“That’s so cute! Thank you, Mack,” you shriek and he chuckles.

You move to the basket taking off the bow and grabbing a bunch of grapes. It’s in the middle of your chewing process that he decides to speak, sitting closer to you and the basket Nathan grabs a strawberry and you know it’s just to occupy his hands since he says that it tastes somehow more sower than sweet most of the time. “I wanted to ask you something,” he starts and you nod for him to keep going. “Will you be my girlfriend?” and you stop in the middle of your bite. Your eyebrows arch in confusion and your heart picks its pace.

Your silence seems to make Nathan more nervous than he already looks and so he starts explaining himself, “you know I’m not that good with romance, and I meant to ask you this since December, but then you went to your family’s early to spend the holidays and the boys told me to do it during Valentine's, according to EJ it would sound romantic even if it was me asking and it was hard for me to fuck this up. Did I fuck this up? I’m so sor-” you interrupt his ramble with a kiss, it’s even softer than the one he gave you earlier and you can taste cocoa from his tongue. His big hands grabbing your body closer as if you were about to vanish, you felt his body relax after some seconds and you loved how good it felt to be held by him at that moment. Held by your boyfriend.

“Have you ever heard that it’s no fun when the boyfriend don’t let space for the girlfriend to talk?” you joke and his face glows.

“Thank you for understanding my love language,” he whispers kissing your cheeks and you smile brightly.

“It’s called love language for a reason, baby, we’ll just learn each others and get better at it with time,” you point before going for his mouth one more time, you would never get enough of him specially now that he was officially yours.

#nathan mackinnon #nathan mackinnon imagine #colorado avalanche #avs #hockey imagine #🍯 writing #valentines day prompts

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drakewalkerfantasy · 3 years

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The Secret of Desire (Tatum x F!MC) NSFW

Summary: The Secret is the only way for them to be together. But how long will they be able to keep it until Madam President will find out the truth? And how easily it will be for them not forget about the rules in public? Couple of drinks in and the darkness… will it be possible for them to keep a secret? Or will they fall ones again in the arms of each other?

Words: 2990

Rating: NSFW/18+

Warning: drinking / body shots/ multiple orgasms/ orgasms till exhaustion / fingering / g-spot stimulation

Authors notes: I really hope you will enjoy this. Please let me know if still want to be tagged and what I can improve.

Sequel for The art of Foreign Affairs

Previous parts of The Secret of Foreign Affairs.

Part 1 Part 2

I love you. Still echoed through the room, while the silence hung between them. Tatum’s hand still wrapped around her waist. And his eyes locked on hers catching the myriad of emotions passing through them: from the shock of what he just said to something more, something genuine...

“What?” Asked Tatum his fingers brushed the strands of hair behind her ear, caressing her cheek. “Why are you looking at me like that? Like you trying to solve some difficult mathematical equation...”

“You... you said it...”

“Claire, it’s not like I said it for the first time. I did say it before,” chuckled Tatum at her expression.

“Yes, I know... I know. But the first time was when we were fighting. I know you meant it then, but it was said in the heat of the moment. You literally shouted them at me before you even realised what you were saying... And all other times you moaned the words,” smiled Claire sheepishly, while he simply listened to her words without interruption. “But this time... it’s... it’s different... like... like it was the most natural thing to say,” said Claire, cupping Tatum’s cheek and brushing her thumb over it. “Do you... do you really mean it?

“Claire, I always mean it.”

“Tate, I love you. And I always, always will mean it,” whispered Claire, pulling Tatum in for a kiss. Her hand curling around his tie. Her lips met his with a force, battling for dominance, until Tatum finally got control. His tongue forcing his way into Claire’s mouth curling around hers, while his hand grubbed Claire’s hip bringing her closer to him making her feel every inch of his hard length, while another hand weaved into her hair guiding her mouth to his in a fierce and messy kiss. Until they eventually pulled apart, both breathless, both gulping for air.

Claire’s hand still curled around his tie, her lips parted and only an inch away from his, so close... so temptingly close. And her chest rising and falling with the ragged breaths, before she finally pushed Tatum away from her with a coy smile. “It was nice... very... very nice... but I think someone has lost, and this someone is stealing and trying to distract me. Although I will admit that this is working,” murmured Claire, feeling how Tatum’s hard length nudged her in the belly. And her lips tingled from the memory of his powerful kisses. “But I insist on collecting my prize.”

“Are you sure,” tried Tatum, reluctantly letting Claire slide to the floor and stride to the table with tequila shots on it.

“Yes, but if you are not... I always can ask Blaine to do them with me... I bet he would be interested,” said Claire smiling, but before she could make another step or say anything else, she felt strong hands gripping her hips and tugging her back. She gasped when her back hit a firm chest and Tatum’s fingers dug firmly into her sides, making her feel every inch of his desire for her. His lips lowered to her ear, and the hot breath caressed the rim of it, when he started to speak.

“No way you are asking him,” he growled, tugging her even closer to his body and turning her to face him. “You.. will... NOT... ask... him," grunted Tatum, punctuating every word with a kiss. "But we will have only one shot each as you already had too much,” hissed he against her lips when her body wiggled in his arms brushing against his erection. “Oh fuck... keep doing that and we will have no bodyshots and will get undressed even faster,” he warned. His hand running up her back before getting lost in her hair. His lips crashing with hers in an explosive kiss. This time he wasn’t asking, demanding her lips to part for him before his tongue met hers, growling into their kiss. Hungry for her... craving her... it took him another minute or so to gain control and pull away. Both still feeling breathless, both panting heavily.

“You go first,” murmured Claire, pushing him slightly toward the pool table. Watching how his fingers deliberately slowly started to work on the buttons of his shirt before dropping it to the floor. His eyes not leaving Claire’s, catching a sign of desire flashing in her deep chocolate eyes, when he pulled himself up, lying down on the pool table. His gaze held Claire’s, while she slowly approached him with a lime wedge and a rim salt, pushing herself up on the pool table and kneeling beside Tatum. And he nearly growled, feeling how his hardened length jerked against the seam of his pants, when her dress bunched just below her ass.

His hands tensed trying to suppress the impulse to touch her, while her eyes roamed over his body, becoming a shade darker. Her teeth dug in her lower lip and her eyes caught the sight of protruding bulge in his trousers straining against the seam. With calculated slowness, she moved to sit between his legs. Her fingers tantalisingly ran against his thigh deliberately avoiding the throbbing length that begged for her attention. Her face hovering over his abs, only a view inches from the button of his pants. Her tongue running across his lower abs along the line of his trousers, hearing a strangled grunt leaving his throat. While her tongue traced a wet path over the hard plates of his stomach before finally sprinkling some of the rim salt on it.

Her fingers gently caressed the inner side of his thigh, making his blood rush heavily in his veins, growing even bigger from the burning desire to touch her. Needing... craving her touch. His abdomen muscles tensed in anticipation. Her hair brushing against his hardness, when she leaned closer to him and put a rind of lime in his mouth. Her hands carefully explored his chest as if for the first time, not able to get enough of him, never wanting to get enough of him.

Her heart racing while she straddled his hips sliding lower. Her eyes locked with his, leaning toward him with a softest most sensual sigh he ever heard. Her tongue sliding up and down the plateaus of his abs, carefully licking up every grain of salt. Her hand sliding along the seam of his zipper feeling every inch of his hardness throbbing and wanting her. Still unable to believe, after weeks of being with him, having him, tasting him, how good he felt, and how big he was... definitely bigger than average. Her fingers twitch with desire to undo the button on their way just above the zipper before hooking her fingers in the belt loops on the both sides using them as leverage to pull herself just a little bit up.

Her body brushing his, making him hiss in pleasure, while she leaned over him. Her gaze is dark and still on his when she quickly downed the shot of tequila, and tantalisingly slowly leaned closer to him. Her breath fanning against his lips, while she bit the lime in between his teeth, drowning out the taste of salt with the sour juice of a fruit. Claire’s lips brushing Tatum’s, kissing him softly. Her hand moving against his length through the thin material of his pants. Stroking him slowly. His hand reaching for the back of her head pulling her closer to him. His tongue seeking hers in a searing scorching kiss... desperate, not able to stop his hips from rising. Groaning.

“Claire...,” he moaned against her lips, moving, thrusting against her hand. The groans and grunts left his throat, while he felt how her lips moved lower, kissing him across the jaw. Tracing her lips over his neck. Sucking the soft skin just above the pulse point. And it felt like suddenly they forgot all about where they were or what they did... and the only thing that remained clear was the burning desire, this overpowering need to be with each other.

“Wait... wait...,” hissed Tatum when his dick jerked painfully against the fly of his pants, bringing him back to reality. “Stop,” he groaned, feeling like a complete idiot for stopping her, when her eyes flashed with confusion still dark from desire. Watching how her lips parted in a silent question puffy and rosy from the force of his kisses. “Now yours turn,” he husked, rolling her on her back.

His hands gently brushed the silky red dress. Feeling its electrifying touch under his fingers. His fingers hooking the straps of her sinful dress, dragging them down until it was finally pooled at her waist. The hoarse breathless curse leaving his throat, when she laid in all her glory in front of him. Her breasts, as if begging for his touch, rising and falling under his horny look. And his hands itched to touch her. His mouth fell open with a sigh before he leaned closer to her.

His gaze not let go of hers, while he trailed the tongue over her exposed abdomen, circling it over her navel before sprinkling some salt on Claire’s stomach. Making her gasp when his tongue dipped slightly into her navel. Carefully licking off the salt, working his tongue in long slow licks, raising higher until his lips were just a breath away from hers, and his body strained against her.

Slowly, without looking and not letting go of her gaze he reached for the shot quickly downing it all and placing it back with a thud before slumping his lips on hers. Not caring about the lime, but only for her lips sweet and earthy from tequila shots. His teeth grazed the wedge of the lime digging his teeth into the sour citrus fruit before spewing it out to the side.

His lips urging to Claire’s, crashing to hers in a passion. Kissing her, feeling her. His hands grazing the sides of her breasts, circling his fingers around her nipples, making her gasp and moan from his touches. His tongue seeking hers in a slow tantalising dance opposite from the way his body moved against hers. His moans - needy and desperate leaving his throat, while her hands traveled to the front of his pants squeezing him, stroking him. Her movements - as desperate as his, and her moans as needy. And when his lips left hers, it was only for a split second before he moved them to leave a wet trail across her jaw. Making her arch into his touch as if begging for more... needing more, while his lips traced lower and lower not leaving even a single inch of her skin unkissed.

His tongue trailing around her dark nipple, leaving a hot wet trace around both. One... than another. Sucking them both in turns into his mouth, while his hand purposefully moved along her ribs and to the hem of her dress, toying with it, watching Claire under his hooded eyelashes. Watching how her back arched while he kissed her soft skin, leaving little red marks where no one would see them but him. Watching how she gasped and moaned when he trailed his tongue against her sensitive spot, the one that made her tick and sigh in pleasure every time he kissed it. Watching how her body squirmed under his touch, when he ran his fingers lightly over her ticklish spot, the one he discovered the first night they were intimate, the first night when he tasted her for the first time. And oh my God how much he wanted to taste her now. How much he wanted to feel how utterly wet and his she was. And how much he wanted to make her scream, and sigh, and gasp his name, while he would lap at her juices. And oh my God how much he craved to do just so.

His tongue traced lower, while his hands grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up. Groaning, when he realised, that the panties were missing under her sinful dress. His eyes darkening, following her already glistening folds.

“God...,” he groaned. “If I only knew you have no underwear on you today,” he growled moving closer to her core. His eyes meeting hers, while she leaned on her forearms. Her face flushed, and her lips bruised. Her hair is a mess, and the red marks were already forming on her perfect tanned body.

“What would you do? Fuck me as soon as we got here? Or we would never get here?” She purred, her legs falling open even more when he nudged them gently with his broad shoulders.

“No...,” he replied with a smirk, slowly dragging his fingers through her wet folds and circling them around her hardened nub. His low husky voice and the way it washed over her, made her quiver under his touch and gaze. “I wouldn’t... what I would do... is to guard you even more. And would make sure that no one would ever lay a single finger on you unless this someone would want it to be broken... and then... then I would fuck you here... and then again in our car... and then again and again and again in your room.”

“Oh God, yes,” moaned Claire, her thighs quivering even more, when a sole finger sharply thrusted inside her. The thumb drawing tight circles around her nub. And she could swear by the way how he shifted, that she could feel that the bulge in his pants was already impossibly hard. The thought of pulling them open had her excitement doubled. Her mouth watered from the mere thought of having her lips wrapped around his big, thick dick, that curved slightly to the swollen tip. And to suck him as she sucked him off just a couple hours ago, on the way to the club. Kneeling on the dirty roadside away from the prying eyes. And oh my God... how much did she want him again just like that, rough and hard, but this time not holding back and with his eyes only on her, gentle and loving.

She felt how he leaned closer, his lips gently skimming over the side of her moist lips. His breath hot and raged on her centre, while his fingers smeared her juices around her folds before finally... finally following the trail his fingers made with his tongue. Licking a flat line around her folds before dragging it back through them, making her gasp his name.

“Tatum... please don't hold back. Please,” she murmured, her clouded eyes meeting his. Her voice hitching in her throat, when his mouth wrapped around her hard nub.

"Are you sure?" he asked hoarsely against her folds.

"Yes... Please... I need you... all.. of you," she gasped, feeling how a low growl reverberated through her body. Feeling how his fingers thrusted deep inside her more abruptly, curling just right against her sweet spot as if he knew exactly what she needed.

Her moans and gasps, becoming more erratic, and leaving her throat more often. His fingers delving into her wet folds, becoming slippery with her juices, while his tongue circled around her clit and his thumb rubbed short hard circles over it. His fingers thrusting harder and faster into her, grunting softly against her clit. The sound of it reverberated through her body, making her cry out in pleasure. Her shouts grew louder and louder, echoing off the draped walls. Both forgetting about everything surrounding them. Both too far gone to even care. Both not holding back anymore.

“Oh God, oh my God, oh yes. ah... ah... ah... oh... Just don’t stop... Don’t you dare stop... Please, don’t stop,” gasped… pleaded Claire again and again in a rasped voice, balancing on the brink of an orgasm. Until suddenly it all became too much. The sensation of his fingers so deep inside her, rubbing tight circles against her sweet spot, curling them against it just so right... just so perfect. The feeling of his tongue lapping at her juices with a growls hitting her straight to her core, before circling it around her clit. The thrill of his rough stubble brushing lightly over her folds. And all of that at the same time sent her spiralling over the edge... fast and furious. Making her come apart with a cry.

The orgasm, crashing through her, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body, while Tatum’s fingers continued to thrust into her, drinking her nectar, sending another impetuous orgasm to ripple through her body. This time three times more powerful than before. Her slick pussy pulsing around his fingers buried deep inside her, while he quickly rose above her, catching her lips in a kiss to drown out another cry that was ready to leave her lips. Her vision, becoming blurry and unfocused until the world went dark.

She didn’t know how much time had passed if any, and the next thing she was aware of was Tatum’s soft kiss to her temple and his soothing voice in her ear with notes of concern laced through it.

“Are you okay? You were out for the moment... Was it too much?” he asked breathlessly, meeting her dizzy gaze and lazy smile. She still could feel how the aftershock was rolling over her. Feeling his hardened flesh throbbing against her thigh.

“I’m good... actually... better than good. It was... WOW,” she laughed breathlessly, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him for a sweet languid kiss before falling back on the pool table in exhausted pleasure with her eyes falling closed. She could hear the movements next to her and a rustling of his clothes. And then the next thing she felt was a pair of strong hands wrapping around her and picking her up in a bridal style, but at this point she was too exhausted to even protest peacefully falling asleep.

Tagging: @choices-bound @jamespotterthefirst @mercury84choices @k2624 @thefrenchiemama @choicesreal @starrystarrytrouble @boneandfur @walkerswhiskeygirl @ao719

#tatum mendoza #tatum x mc #tatum x f!mc #foreignaffairs #choices foreign affairs #nsfw*#nsf*w

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yeosang x reader; secret relationship au

word count: 9k

angst, fluff

request

as far as secret relationships went, you had never in a million years thought you'd partake in one. it always seemed as if the two people involved were doing something wrong, lying to the ones they loved and sneaking around for their own personal gain. but the moment you met yeosang, you quickly realized you would've done anything to keep him safe.

you hadn't known anything about the boy when you first saw him, just that he was incredibly handsome, caught your attention immediately and was really excited for his chicken dish. he was with seven other boys and seemed to be the calmer of the bunch, elbowing his tall friend with glasses when he got too loud or covering the dimpled mouth of another.

your eyes had lingered over one another the whole night, shy smiles and grazing hands as he took a plate from you or you refilled his glass of coke. you would always hear the boyish chuckles and teasing mumbles of "oooh" when you left, your cheeks flushing because it wasn't hard to miss that you guys seemed to like each other.

"anyone need refills or want to place an order for dessert?" you asked, quirking your eyebrow up as a polite smile stretches across your face. the eight boys stared at one another before looking back at you happily, a giggle leaving your mouth as you hand them a few dessert menus. "i'll be back in a few minutes to-"

"wait," you hear someone say when you turn around, looking back at a boy with dark hair; you'd picked up that he was incredibly bubbly, a contagious laugh that even had you giggling every time you walked away from their table.

"do you know who we are?"

your eyebrow raised at the question, pursing your lips to the side as you look over them. and you know you definitely don't, because you'd remember a group of men this overwhelmingly handsome.

"i don't think so," you say, shaking your head with a small, confused smile. "why? should i?"

"yes!" the dimpled boy says just as another flustered boy mumbles "guys, quiet!" he had worn a pained smile most of the night, trying his best to keep the peace while the smaller blonde just opted to pinch them.

"she doesn't know anything, it's fine," he says, waving his hand casually before turning back to you. "we're kpop idols. our group is called ateez." your mouth falls open and you're quick to nod your head, an excited smile on your face; you had never heard of them but you find it cool that they just waltzed into your place of work at nine o'clock on a sunday.

"and the one you wanna know is yeosang, vocalist and performer of ateez. he has a pure heart."

you see the blonde boy hide his face in embarrassment as the others laugh, biting down on your lip so you don't add on to his obvious discomfort. "and what are your names?" you ask, eyes meeting yeosang as they excitedly introduce themselves and bring the attention away from him. his gaze is soft and grateful looking at you, his cheeks still pink and causing your stomach to flutter; he is so cute.

"get his number!" your co-worker whispered to you when you went back into the kitchen to wait for their dessert.

"they just told me they're famous, why would he want my number? i'm just a measly waitress."

"i'm just a normal, average girl!" she mocks with a roll of her eyes. "shut your mouth and get his number! you've been eye-fucking each other all night!"

"we have not!" you squeal, hitting her arm roughly. she helps you bring out the eight plates of cake and only smirks at you the entire time, watching again as the boy's shy eyes trail over your smiling face; it's actually a little sick to witness.

"we have not," she mocks again under her breath as you two walk away from the table, pinching her arm lightly and causing her to snort.

but because you totally were eye-fucking, as she so eloquently put, after nearly thirty minutes of the boy hyping himself up with the help of seonghwa and yunho, he caught you after he went to the "bathroom," and apologized for his friends.

"i know they're a lot," he chuckles out awkwardly, "but they mean well."

"they're funny," you assure him with a smile. you can't get over how cute he is, seeing just how nervous and anxious he is to be talking to you alone. it almost seems impossible that someone could look like him but be nervous in the presence of anyone. "i'm not surprised you guys are famous."

another chuckle leaves his mouth as he shakes his head, bowing his head slightly in an effort to hide. it only makes you like him more, seeing how humble and down to earth he is.

"we're not that famous," he mumbles but you know when you google them in about twenty minutes, you'll see just how humble he's really being. because you think just being able to google them in the first place shows a certain level of fame.

"oh no?" you quip with an eyebrow raised. he bites down on his lip to hide his growing smile, shrugging his shoulders before finding it in himself to ask for your number.

"no," he says with a smile, "so maybe...i can get your number?" you can't help the big smile that makes its way on your face, never ever being one to accept a customers advances or phone number; but you know you'd be a fool to deny this one.

so just this one time, perhaps you can make an exception; because who are you to deny kang yeosang, vocalist and performer of ateez?

and thank god you made that exception. because almost a year later, you guys were still together. your relationship had been a whirlwind of texting and facetime calls, meticulously planned out dates and getting to know each and every chaotic member.

when he asked you to be his girlfriend three months after meeting, he had been very straightforward about it. saying that, while the company didn't have a dating ban like most, they weren't too keen on their idols dating. and there'd also be other things to worry about, like crazy fans and paparazzi but most of all:

"to keep you safe," he said hushly in your car. it had been after a quiet date at a movie theater and cafe a few towns away, your hands intertwined and bodies knocking as you walked down the street like any other young couple. "it could be kind of scary and overwhelming and if you got hurt, i would be so-"

"i'll be fine," you told him with a pout. "it's fine. i can handle it."

and for the most part, you'd had been. sure, it was hard for you guys to go weeks apart with sometimes little to no communication. but when you were able to see him, it only made your time together that much more special. you thought there'd be a lot more hiccups than there were, that you'd feel insecure or he'd be tired of spending any free moment he had with you; but that never seemed to happen.

your favorite times were hanging out at the dorm, watching a movie with him and the other boys as you cuddled into his side or ate take out with them on the messy dining room table.

"i think i could pull off being bald."

"you definitely couldn't."

"only if you shave your eyebrows."

"no one is shaving their eyebrows."

"hongjoong, can we please try being bald for our next comeback."

you, yeosang and yunho laugh into your bowls of noodles as hongjoong looks at the boys in annoyance, just one stern look and a shake of the head immediately making it clear no such thing would be happening.

but then the chaos is quickly turned into the form of stealing each other's food, light smacks and whines you're far too familiar with now.

"so your concert's next friday, right?" you chirp, wiggling happily next to yeosang. you'd only seen one other concert of the boys and you hadn't even been there, it was abroad and you couldn't afford the flight so you had to watch online.

but now they're back home and doing shows again, leaving you overwhelmed with excitement that you'll be able to see just how amazing they are live. you sometimes couldn't believe the difference of them on and off stage, knowing all of the long hours and hard work they put into their performances absolutely pays off.

"it is," yeosang says, his voice slightly tight. but it goes unnoticed by you, too excited thinking about what you're gonna wear and telling your friend you guys get to go. hongjoong's eyes are hard and his jaw is tight as he looks at yeosang before moving to yours, immediately deflating when you see how he's looking at you.

because while you got along with everyone, hongjoong was the one person who always gave you a tough time. he thought it was incredibly reckless what you guys were doing, not at all feeling comfortable about you and yeosang potentially putting them all in jeopardy.

you quickly realized his dislike for you, though, when you first visited the dorm.

"i'm five minutes away!" you typed excitedly to your boyfriend, walking down the block to the dorm. it was only your sixth time hanging out with yeosang since you guys had started dating four months ago and you were so excited to see him. you'd only been facetiming or talking on the phone at nights when he didn't pass out and while you loved your conversations with him, you just wanted his arms around you.

you stuck your phone back in your pocket when you rounded the corner, looking up at the familiar address before walking in the building. you made your way to their door and knocked, yeosang answering with his long blonde locks and sweet, almost shy smile; it took everything in you not to throw yourself into him right then and there.

and that's exactly what you would have done, had hongjoong not seen you walk in without a mask or hat on. you smiled and waved at the boy, expecting a hi or how are you but instead getting greeted with "is that how you came in?"

your eyebrows pulled together in confusion, looking down at yourself in fear you had holes in your pants or bird poop on your shirt. but you didn't see anything awry so when you look to yeosang, you see him watching the boy silently, his body language completely different from just a second ago.

"uh, yeah?" you say in confusion, an apprehensive smile on your face. "why, is there something-"

"where's your mask? or your hat?" he snaps, his eyes moving to yeosang. "and why didn't she wait for a staff member to get her like i told you?" your boyfriend doesn't answer though, your eyebrow furrowing because he didn't mention that.

but then your phone vibrates in your pocket and you see a message from two minutes ago, yeosang telling you to wait down for someone to get you.

"oh," you squeak out quietly. "i'm sorry, hongjoong. i put my phone away before i-"

"you can't just waltz in here, y/n, you guys said you would be careful."

you draw your body back at hongjoong's harshly spoken words. you always heard the boy's say he was scary but you never could've imagined how given his smaller stature and sweet face; but now, however, you see exactly what they're talking about.

yeosang pus his hand on your waist noticing your discomfort, squeezing you reassuringly before looking at his older friend. "it was the first time, hongjoong, she didn't know."

"well you guys should've talked about it before," he says, narrowing his eyes as he looks between you and yeosang. seonghwa walks over and greets you with a small smile, putting his hand on the boy's shoulder. "hongjoong," his deep voice says warningly.

but he can only roll his eyes, not shoving his friend's hand away but continuing his lecture. "no, seonghwa. they don't seem to understand how risky this is. we could all get in trouble for this nonsense."

"it isn't nonsense, she's my fucking girlfriend, hongjoong," yeosang snaps. you can tell how tense the room gets once the boy says something, feeling yourself swallow nervously at the escalating tension in the room.

"it is nonsense if it's something that ruins everything," the boy retorts, now shoving seonghwa's arm off of him and taking a step closer. you hold yeosang in place when he tries to move, your hand closing around his warm arm.

"i don't intend to ruin anything," you speak up, voice quiet but firm as you try to prove yourself to the group's leader. "i'll be careful next time, i'm sorry that i didn't-"

"it doesn't matter if you intend to ruin something or not, it could just happen," hongjoong says, the stress of the situation getting to him. "one wrong move and you'll be the one to blame for-"

"go in my room," yeosang mumbles in your ear, cutting hongjoong off before he pulls you behind him. you want to obey because the tension is so thick and you're feeling a pang of anxiousness and sadness in you, but you don't even know where his room is.

"san, can you bring her," yeosang asks, eyes not moving from hongjoong as the boy quickly rushes over and guides you down the hallway. the faint sounds of your apologies and san's assurances quickly gets drowned out when yeosang steps closer to his leader.

mingi and yunho watch huddled into one another on the couch, jongho ready to jump up and separate a brawl as wooyoung debates whipping out his phone to record.

"it was my fault, i should've told her from the beginning," yeosang admits before a dark, harder look is in his eyes. "but you won't talk to her like that again." hongjoong's eyes narrow at him, never once picturing yeosang would seriously talk down to him or challenge him; and it appears he's not taking well to this change in the moment.

"i'll talk to her how ever i see fit. if you two are gonna fuck everything up for us then i'm-"

"you won't if you're gonna make her feel bad," yeosang growls. "this was the first time hongjoong so lay the fuck off. we're not gonna get caught or do something stupid."

"she already did something stupid, she doesn't understand-"

"you don't understand that i just said we're gonna be careful," yeosang snaps, taking another step closer to hongjoong that causes the youngest to stand up. "so don't talk to her like again."

and before yeosang does something he regrets, like pushing the older boy or getting anymore heated, he turns away without another word while the four boys on the couch look at each other behind hongjoong's back.

"that was cute," mingi whispers, yunho smirking as he nudges his friend's arm.

"cute?" wooyoung whisper yells "that was fucking cool, i never thought i'd see him-"

seonghwa's neck snaps back to shake his head at the boys, leading hongjoong into the kitchen as the door to yeosang's room closes. san pads out a few seconds later, looking into the kitchen before at the other boys.

"was she okay?" yunho asks. san can only nod, plopping back down on the couch. "yeah, she's okay."

but that was kind of lie. because the second you were away, you felt tears prick your eyes. you hadn't meant to cause problems or upset hongjoong, you didn't even think to wear some sort of disguise. your brain doesn't think like that, you would never assume someone would take a photo of you or be curious about who you were.

you would hate to be the reason why members got in trouble or were fighting and you mostly certainly won't be the reason all their hard work gets jeopardized. the door opens and san pats your shoulder reassuringly, his soft words and dimply smile calming you every so slightly.

but then yeosang comes in and you feel your composure crack, watching him close the door just a little too loudly.

"yeosang, i'm sorry. i put my phone in my pocket and didn't-"

he's over to you in a second, sitting down on his bed and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. you melt into him and he places a kiss on her head, rubbing your back up and down as his stomach sinks at the tears he saw in your eyes.

"i'm sorry he's such a dick," yeosang grumbles and you feel yourself frown at that; you'd only ever heard him praise hongjoong, say how he's the best leader they could have and always makes sure they're treated fairly.

"he's not, he was right," you say, watching yeosang pull away and look into your watery eyes. "that was stupid. it just didn't occur to me and now i feel bad that i-"

"nothing happened," he says, taking your face in hands gently. "we're getting used to it, baby. it's a weird and new situation but we're gonna be okay."

you don't even realize there's a slight pout on your face until yeosang bend down to kiss your lips. you kiss him back immediately and he hums against your mouth, gently stroking your face with this thumbs as you do so. and then one thing leads to another, his kiss trailing down your cheeks, down to your stomach before he slips off your pants.

you moan into the crook of your arm before he forces you on top of him, lowly spoken praises of you being his good girl and riding him so well until you both come undone.

your head rests on his chest as your heart rates slow, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair as you trace shapes on his skin. "are we really gonna be okay?"

he looks down at your mumbled words, hearing how your voice sounds apprehensive and unsure. his hand moves to your hair, moving the slightly sweaty strands away so he can see your soft, shy gaze.

"of course, baby. why are you asking that?"

"because...it's stressful. and kind of scary. we could ruin not only what you worked so hard for but all the other boys too." you feel him still at your words and you immediately shake your head, in fear that he might be thinking you don't wanna do this.

"i knew that going into this but i'm just...if we have to break up, i don't think i would blame-"

"we won't have to break up," he assures you. his voice is always deep and gruff but much so more after...your time in bed, his lowly spoken words in your ear almost always the reason for another round. but you can't even think about that right now, wanting nothing more to just lay here with him as his fingers stroke your hair.

"how can you be so sure?" you ask him, your chin on his chest as you look at him. he smiles at the soft look in them, grateful to see they're not longer watery with unshed tears.

"because i love you and i won't allow us to break up over something like that. we'll always figure it out, okay?"

and you'll always remember how happy you were that night, the pink blush on your cheeks present until you went home the next morning. he had calmed any and all anxieties you had after hongjoong's scolding and you thought that no matter what happened, you'd be able to endure it.

"i'm... still able to go, right?" you ask quietly, eyes moving from hongjoong to yeosang. he's looking at you with a sad expression, barely able to take seeing the way the light leaves your eyes.

"we'll talk about it later, okay?" he says lowly, throwing hongjoong a dirty look before you nod and move your eyes to the table; this was gonna be a lot harder than he thought.

because just three days ago, the company called them in for a meeting and confessed that they knew about you. about how he was not so discreetly sneaking you into the dorm and has been going out on public dates for months. and they basically gave him two options: end things now or reconsider his goals and see if he still wants to be an idol.

"why can't i have both?" he had asked, shaking his head in bewilderment. he was so mad, he had never felt rage the way he did in that crowded office. "just because i'm with her doesn't mean i'm any less dedicated."

because he hadn't slacked off or missed one practice. he had been doing everything the same and that's how he knew the company had to have found out by something or someone else.

but then they said the same things hongjoong had said months ago, that a public relationship is the last thing an up and coming group needs, that he can't be splitting his time between you and them: he needs to give them 100%.

"so you're basically forcing me to break up with her?" he snapped. it was so out of character and everyone knew it, knowing yeosang as the boy with a shy cute smile despite the way he could lay into the members.

"we're telling you to do what you think is right, for you and everyone else."

he had ended up breaking down the next night, not being able to focus in practice or get down any food, and then the second he crawled into bed and smelt your perfume from a few nights before, he was done.

he didn't wanna break up with you. he loved you more than he thought he could ever love anyone and he doesn't wanna leave you. but he also worked so hard to get here and wouldn't fuck over his members; that's something they all said in the beginning they would never do.

so after much debating and crying on wooyoung's shoulder, he came to his decision.

"so what did we have to talk about?" you ask quietly. you two had snuck into his room a few minutes into the movie the boy's put on, all of them laying on one another like a tired litter of puppies.

"a few things," he hums lowly, the way his stomach is twisting in devastation and anxiety too much for him to handle. he's felt tears pricking his eyes all night, watching you smile at him or throw your head back in laughter and thinking this is this last time he might be able to see this.

you hear the slight shake in his voice and feel your heart sink to your stomach, thinking the worst he's about to tell you is you can't go to their concert. and while you were excited, you guess you understand. it's risky to begin with and if there's a chance anyone recognizes you-

"they found out."

your eyes widen when you hear those words fall from his lips but even more when you see him look up at you with tears in his eyes.

"what? h-how?"

"i don't know," he says lowly, walking over to you and guiding you to his bed. you both sit on the mattress, his body leant against the headboard as you sit in between his legs pretzel style. "but they...told me some things."

you turn your head to the side at his cryptic words, looking just as scared and upset as him. but he said you guys would never break up, that he loved you and you guys would make this work so there's no way that's what this is about...right?

he takes your silence as a sign to speak again, a deep shaky inhale before he lets out a sigh.

"we have to break up."

the moment the words leave his mouth you feel your stomach drop. the tears that were building throughout the last hour of waiting and tension and fear watering your eyes. why? why did it matter if you guys were together? you'd almost been together a whole year and nothing bad has happened.

"did...they say that?" you ask quietly, not being able to keep the tremor from your voice. "or is that what you what want?"

his head snaps up at your words and you've never seen him look so angrily at you before. his eyes are watery and narrowed and staring right into your soul. "what?"

you press your lips into a tight line so you let out a sob, shaking your head as move backward. "i don't know, we haven't done anything bad so why would the company-"

"because they think i'm not giving them 100%," yeosang tells you, hating the way you look so small and defeated. "and they told me to think about the guys. i have other people to think about and i still don't really know what to do, y/n."

"but you know we're gonna have to break up," you say quietly, wiping at the tear falling down your face. "that's what you wanna do."

his jaw clenches at the way you're making it sound, abruptly getting up from the bed and walking to the other side of the room. even with your head down and tears in your eyes, you see his fists are balled while his veins pop out of his arms.

"you know that's not what i want, y/n," you hear him say lowly. you look up at him and see him leaned against wooyoung's bed, his arms crossed as he looks over your small, broken figure.

"then why are you doing this?" you cry. you don't mean for it to sound accusatory or blaming but that's how you feel right now. you haven't even fully grasped what he said but you already feel how much your heart and stomach are hurting.

why would he have said that then, all those months ago? why would he get your hopes up and make it seem like he would've done anything to not end things because other people said so?

"you said we would figure out," you remind him. "why would you tell me that if you didn't plan on keeping your promise?"

he's biting his lip hard enough to draw blood and pops his neck to the side, his heart breaking at how wrong this feels, at how sad you look and how at one time he had truly believed that. and for both you, the anger is coming first.

"that's not fucking fair, y/n," he growls and your head snaps up at his tone. "you don't know how hard it was for me to come to this decision."

"as hard as it for me to accept us breaking up even though we're fine?" you say, your voice raiser as your eyebrow quirks up. "we've been careful and i've never impacted your schedule. i'm smart now and always wear a mask and hat, i won't talk to you for hours when i know you're practicing, i don't even get to go to your shows, yeosang."

"you knew that going into this, y/n, i told you a hundred times."

"you also said you loved me and that we'd figure this out."

"i fucking tried, okay," he snaps and the crack in his voice sends a fresh batch of tears right to your eyes. "i cried to them and asked them why i couldn't have both? that we never got caught or were always careful but they just kept saying how a public relationship, or any relationship at all, isn't good for an up and coming group. that i have to think about seven other people."

and once you hear all that, you know in a few days you'll see he made the right choice. but it doesn't stop you from hurting right now, burying your face in your hands as you allow yourself to cry. you hear his footsteps coming toward you and shake your head, knowing that if he hugs you, you're really gonna lose it.

"i tried, baby, i really did," he mumbles, crouched down as his hands rest on your legs. you can only look at him sadly, sniffling as you wipe at your wet face.

"but what if we just-"

and if your sob hadn't cut you off, yeosang pulling you into a hug would have. guiding you off the bed and into his arms where you buried your in head in his chest for one last time. that's all you both you were able to think, that it'd be last time he'd kiss your head or touch your hair.

you'd never be able to wrap your arms around him and surround yourself in the scent you've grown to love. what's served to calm you down no matter what was going on.

"please stop crying," yeosang says into your hair, even though the boy has tears of his own streaming down his face. but you don't stop and neither does he, not until your feet ache and you move to his bed. you two lay in a sad silence, your head on his chest and his arm around you as two wallow in how horrible this situation is.

you can barely look at him or the boys when you say goodbye, your hands intertwined as he walked you to the door hours later and you left with a small wave. no one missed the way your face was red and tear stained or the way yeosang looked like he was about to completely break down.

which is exactly what happened.

he closed the door and sat himself on the floor, hid his face in his arms as he bent his knees and tried to ignore the way his chest felt empty. it made it worse knowing you had probably started crying again too and that he can't go out and help you. can't take back what he said and pretend you two are just a normal couple who love each other.

because that's the worst part, he loves you and you love him and yet you can't be together.

the boys scattered around the living room don't know what to do, their own stomachs in knots because they knew how hard that was gonna be for him. how you couldn't even look at them as you left and how yeosang's now crying right on the floor.

san is the first to go over, bending down and taking the boy in a hug. and yeosang tries to push him away at first, embarrassed and angry and hating that this is the situation he's in right now. but then san shushes him, tightening his hold on the boy and welcoming the tears that seep into his t-shirt.

"i'm sorry, yeosang," san says quietly. because while he knows it's not their fault exactly, it still sucks that this is what they have to give up. all of them have to give up the chance for a normal life, with a normal dating life and normal stable relationships with everyone but each other.

"i love her," he hears the boy mumble into his shirt and san can't help the way tears burn his eyes. he only mumbles "i know," as he comforts the boy looking at hongjoong who's watching the whole thing unfold silently. and it's at that moment yeosang picks his head up and sees hongjoong looking at him, jumping up as he directs all of his rage and heartbreak at the boy.

"yeosang, i know that was-"

"did you tell them?"

hongjoong raises his eyebrow at the boy whose face is wet and red as he stares daggers into him.

no."

"you're a fucking liar," yeosang growls, pushing the boy backwards and causing the rest of the group to get up. "you hated us being together the second we started dating."

"you think i want you sitting here crying?" hongjoong growls back, his own eyes narrowed as he looks his friend. "i wouldn't have sold you out, yeosang, but you had to know this was gonna happen eventually."

"you didn't even try to help me," yeosang says, his voice deep but wobbling like a heartbroken child. "why did you say anything? you could've tried to help convince them that-"

"there's a reason most of us don't date, it's just too much," hongjoong says, sympathetically but firmly. "and if fans or other people find out, it causes problems yeosang."

"fuck those other people! i love her and she makes me happy."

you could hear a pin drop in the room after that because there's nothing hongjoong could say. he watched yeosang month after month fall more for you, seeing how much more the boy smiled and laughed and was practically glued to his phone.

but never at practice. never at shows. he knew the right things to do and always waited to talk to you or see you when they had breaks; but still, there was too much at risk. he had to keep everyone in mind, their image and success the most important thing for them right now.

"fuck this," yeosang growls, shaking his head as he's desperate to crawl under the covers and just forget about tonight. "you can tell them it's over now." hongjoong calls the boy's name as he shoulder checks him, his footsteps stomping down the hall until the sound of his door slamming shut echoes through the dorm.

"y/n it's been a month, can you please smile again?"

you stare blankly at your co-worker, spraying a dollop of whipped cream on a piece of cake before pulling your lips up in an exaggerated smile. "chocolate cake, coming right up!"

she lets out an annoyed huff, frowning at you before walking out of the kitchen. your smile drops and you lean your head on your hand, letting out a tiny sigh because you really have been miserable these past few weeks.

all the boys apart from yeosang and hongjoong had reached out to you, saying that they were sorry and hope to see you sometime soon. you could only bear to answer with a heart emoji, the reminders of him through them already too much.

you guys hadn't spoke since that night, almost cracking so many times when the tears wouldn't stop and you just wanted him. you hated not waking up to a text or picture from him, you hated not falling asleep on facetime and how dull your life seemed now.

when you guys were together, it had seemed as if a month could fly by because of how frequently you talked; but now it seems like it's been years and you're forgetting everything about him. the way he smelt and the way his arms felt around you and the deep chuckle that always made you giggle no matter what.

"my boyfriend's gonna pick me up later " your co-worker says when she enters back in the swinging doors. "should we stay for drinks?"

"absolutely," you respond immediately, the girl letting out a soft giggle as she shakes her head.

and when the restaurant closed two hours later, you three were sat at the bar downing drink after drink. it was your first time meeting him so they told you about they met and what their first date was like. you couldn't help but compare it to you and yeosang, wondering if you were able to date and live freely how much different your times would've been together.

but you're quickly learning that if there's one thing worse than being sad, it's being drunk and sad. because one minute you're laughing at their story and the next, you have angry tears in your eyes.

"why can't me and yeosang be together too?" you blurt out, words slurred and louder than usual. "why wouldn't they want their artists to be happy?"

"it was probably just for your safety, y/n," your friend tried to say, her arm around your shoulder as she looks at her boyfriend with pity. she knew the second you walked into work a month ago that you weren't right. your face was pale and puffy and there was a sad, brokenness in your eyes that she knew could've only been caused by one thing.

"that's such bullshit," you whine, "they kept saying we were go-gonna get caught. but we never did. we were careful and he never missed practice and why did they make him-

"y/n," she says softly, pulling you into a hug that you melt into. this was the breakdown she'd be waiting for, rubbing your back gently as you cry and hiccup into her shoulder. she hears your broken mumbles of "this isn't fair" and "i love him," against her shirt and she feels her heart break for you.

because you're right. it isn't fair and you do love each other. but she doesn't think saying anything will make you calm down or feel better so she lets you get your tears out, rubs your back and hums against you until all of your drunken blubbering stops.

and then as if crying your eyes out wasn't enough, you feel a churning in your stomach that immediately causes you to jump up and flee to the bathroom. you feel hands collecting your hair a few moments later, the defeat that comes with puking in a public bathroom weighing on you when you lean your head against the wall.

"i'm a fucking mess."

"you're a fucking mess."

yeosang looks up at seonghwa from the couch, the boy breathing and sweating heavily from the late night practice they had. all of them have seen how these past few weeks, yeosang's been a shell of a person. he dances and sings and smiles like a robot programmed to do so but there was no life behind it. there was no light in his eyes or smile, just an incredibly defeated man trying to go on with his life.

and it's not so hard to know why.

"what do you mean?" yeosang grumbles, throwing his arm over his sweaty forehead.

"you messed up the dance three times and you look like you're about to pass out." but the boy only closes his eyes, hiding himself further into the couch while grumbling at him to leave him alone. this has been what seonghwa in particular has been dealing with ever since the breakup, his friend's obvious anger and distress but him not fully coming forward about his feelings.

"you can't keep doing this, yeosang. it's been a month."

and even though his friend means well, speaking lowly and trying to comfort him, yeosang can't stand to hear it.

"you don't get it, seonghwa."

"then help me get it. you've barely talked to us."

yeosang's eyes pop open and his head snaps over at the boy, sitting up from the couch as anger and irritation flood through him. "because what does it matter?" he snaps, "it's over and done with. i ended it."

"but you're still upset."

"no shit i'm upset," he says, jumping to his feet to continue his rant. "i didn't wanna break up with her in the first place and you all knew that. but it didn’t fucking matter.”

"they were thinking about all of us, yeosang."

"and what? you guys think i don’t give a shit about you?" yeosang snarls, "i was being careful for everyone. for you guys and her, we didn't want anybody getting hurt."

yeosang feels tears prick his eyes because this is the most he's talked about it aloud since it happened. he almost texted or called you a thousand times but knew if he did, that he'd beg and plead for you to give him another chance. to prove he'll now do anything to stay with you.

"we just wanted to be together," he says, his voice considerably lower and full of emotion. seonghwa feels his heart tug at the boy's words, a frown on his face as he tries to make his way over to the younger boy. "but nobody seemed to care about that."

"we do care, yeosang, we all hate seeing you like this," he says quietly. "and i'm sorry you can't be with her but you knew that's what was gonna happen when we-

"enough."

it's the voice of hongjoong that makes yeosang's skin prickle. the tension between the boys has been so obvious and it's been the most awkward time for all of them. because they have to fake it at shows and on lives and interviews, smile at each other and laugh and pretend everything is okay.

but yeosang is convinced hongjoong had something to do with it and hongjoong is sick of yeosang moping around and accusing him of things he didn't do.

"hongjoong, we were just-” seonghwa begins to say but hongjoong is quick to cut him off.

"i don't care, we're leaving. let's go."

seonghwa looks between the two boys with a sigh, taking his bag from the couch and meeting hongjoong at the door. but both of them turn around and see yeosang standing in the middle of the room still, his head trained down in front of the mirrors.

"are you coming?" hongjoong asks shortly.

"no," yeosang snaps. "i kept messing up. i'm gonna stay and practice more."

"but you need to rest, too, that's not-"

"let him," hongjoong says, meeting the boy's gaze in the mirror before leaving the room without another word. seonghwa looks at him before letting out another sigh, reminding his friend to drink water before following behind hongjoong.

but yeosang only stays in the room for a few minutes, going over the new choreography twice before making his way outside into the cool night air. the streets are fairly empty and he finds himself walking aimlessly, his mind and brain off like his feet are just leading the way instinctually.

and then his heart nearly falls into his stomach when he hears a male voice call your name, his eyes snapping to see a man catching your stumbling figure by the arm.

and maybe it's because he can tell you're drunk or because he hasn't seen you or because seeing you with someone else has sent something extremely possessive off in him. but he doesn't even realize he's stomped over and shoved the guy away from you until he pulls your body protectively behind him.

"what the fuck are you doing?"

the man can only look at him in complete shock, his eyes wide and looking between you two before a familiar feminine voice pierces yeosang's ears.

"what are you doing! i told you to help-" her words die when she sees the situation, yeosang looking about ready to kick the other man’s ass while guarding you behind him. her lips quirk to the side as she raises an eyebrow, looking between the two boys before her eyes land on you.

where you look about ready to burst into tears. you grab yeosang by the back of his shirt to spin him around, like you're trying to figure out if he's really in front of you or you're just having some drunken, extremely vivid memory of him before your very eyes.

but when you see it's him, your eyes flood with tears and he immediately feels his heart drop. he can't help the way he smiles softly at you, bringing his hand to your face to wipe at the wetness trickling down your cheek.

"hey, baby."

the next morning, you wake up and nearly scream when you feel someone's arms wrapped around your stomach. your head’s pounding and your mouth is so disgustingly dry but it's nothing compared to the terror you feel at the prospect that a complete stranger is-

"you up?"

that deep morning voice is one you've missed so much, feeling your eyes widen and heart quicken when you turn around. and then you're met with the sight of yeosang laying right beside you, his long waves sprawled out on the pillow as he smiles so softly at you, you immediately feel your heart lift.

memories of last night immediately flood back, him taking you back to your house and sitting you down on your bed. tucking you in and wiping off your makeup before you outstretched your head and asked him if he could stay. giggling when his smile lit up his face and he tackled you in a hug before peppering kisses over your face and neck.

"yeah," you smile at him. "but my head really hurts." he frowns upon hearing that, even though he absolutely knew you were gonna be hungover today. he pats his chest and you place your head there immediately, cuddling into him and sighing contently against his chest. he wraps his arm around you and immediately brings his hand to your temple, massaging gently as he kisses the side of your head.

"i missed you," you mumble against his chest. and you almost forgot that you guys weren't separated because of his schedule. that you guys were supposed to be broken up and forbidden from seeing each other.

but everything still feels just like before. warm and happy and perfect, like you two are meant to be together despite everything and everyone saying you can't be.

"you don't even know how miserable i've been," yeosang mumbles against your head. you pout at that, stretching your head up to place a peck on his cheek.

"i think i have a good idea," you say, your tone laced with amusement. "i cried and drank until i puked last night." the deep chuckle that leaves his mouth causes a smile to light up your face, watching him scrunch his nose playfully as he looks down at you.

"i can tell," he says, his finger bouncing off your slightly chapped lips. you let out a horrified gasp and try to roll away from him but he's quick to catch you around the waist, tightening his arms around your waist before burying his face in your neck.

"no," he whines, his words tickling the back of your neck and causing you to giggle. you lay against him and immediately still in his hold, closing your eyes because you know this moment isn't gonna last forever; it'd been a miracle in the first place he stayed over last night.

so for what feels like hours, you two just lay there. his arms around you and your leg thrown around him, his light kisses pecking your face and you poking at his sides until you're the one to address the elephant in the room.

"what are we gonna do?"

because it's obvious to the both of you in this moment you can't go on the way you were. he's not gonna walk out of here without a plan to stay together and you're not ever gonna smile again if you both don't just try.

"i don't know...but we'll think of something, okay?" he hums against your head. he reaches out and caresses your cheek gently, his heart softening when you lean into his touch. "i'm sorry i had to do that."

but you shake your head immediately, taking his hand off your face and intertwining your fingers. because even through your heartbreak and anger, you had considered that maybe he was making the right decision. that if he had to choose between doing what he loved and you, you were supportive of that decision.

you know how hard he's worked and how much he loves it, the music and the fans and the experience with his seven friends. you also couldn't help but think what if, somewhere down the road, he resented you. blamed you for his dream being tarnished and things coming to an abrupt end.

"i get why you did," you say softly. "and if you think that's the right thing, then maybe we can just stay frie-”

no," he says firmly and your lips fall into a frown. "you didn't even hear what i was gonna say."

"if it's gonna be some bullshit about staying friends so i don't resent you, then save it," he says, bringing his face down to yours and placing a kiss on your lips. "because that would never happen. we're gonna be fine, baby, you’re not going anywhere.”

you can't help the way your lips fall into a pout, pressing your lips to his again and smiling against them when he kisses back. "i could also never do this if i was your friend," he mumbles against your mouth, his lips trailing further down your neck as giggles and shrieks leave your mouth.

but he's not ignorant of the way his phone has been vibrating all morning, terrified for the repercussions he's gonna get from hongjoong and the other members. but they also can't say anything, today was their free day and he wasn't missing any obligations.

"it's not about that, you fucking asshole," hongjoong growls when yeosang's standing in front of him later that day. "you never came home and we didn't know where you were. we were scared out of your minds."

"i was with y/n," he mumbles quietly and wooyoung's quick to say he told them so, a cocky large smile on his face. but hongjoong doesn't even care or reprimand the boy, stepping forward and pushing yeosang back roughly.

"don't pull that shit again, do you hear me?"

and yeosang has learned to pick his battles with the boy in front of him; because while he's tiny and sweet, there's a power and ferocity behind his eyes sometimes that would scare the shit out of anyone.

"yes," he says lowly. "i'm sorry. i meant to text someone and just...forgot." forgot because he finally had you again and didn't wanna waste a second of it.

"little asshole," hongjoong mumbles and the boys, sensing the lessening tensions, all run over and cling to yeosang. they tell them how worried they were and how sorry they are that they didn't fight for you two, that they made him feel like they didn't care and watched him wallow in misery for the longest month of their lives.

"don't be sorry, i was kind of a dick too," yeosang says honestly. "it even felt selfish but i just so badly want to be with-"

"it's not selfish," hongjoong's quick to defend. "you deserve to be with someone you love." wooyoung and yunho squeal at their leader's sweet words, cuddled into one another like two little girls watching their first ever romantic drama.

"idiots," hongjoong mumbles though the smirk pulling at his lips shows his amusement. "so are you guys back together?" yeosang purses his lips to the side, roaming the boy's eyes that are looking down at him with no judgement. they're clear and curious and waiting, like he's been concocting a plan of his own for the past month.

and when yeosang mumbles the softest "yeah," hongjoong's quick to nod his head approvingly.

"good," is all he says. and he almost laughs at the bewildered look his friend throws him, his eyes wide and brows raised as he stares at him.

"good?"

"yeah," he smirks, "good." because he didn't wrack his brain for a full month, in between making songs and practicing and shooting videos, just for his speech for the company to go to waste.

but it definitely doesn't. because within the next three days, hongjoong knocks on the door to yeosang's room and smiles at the boy texting on his phone.

"hey," he says softly, going over to plop down on the boy's bed.

"hey, where were you?"

yeosang almost doesn't believe his ears when he hears hongjoong's words. that he went to talk to the company and promised them you two would be careful, that he personally would take any blame for the problems and that you and him shouldn't be punished for wanting to be together.

"i told them it wasn't worth it losing you over," hongjoong says and the younger boy's eyebrows pull together immediately.

"i never would've left," yeosang is quick to say. because he wouldn't, he loved you and them and was gonna be adamant about finding a way to keep both this time.

but hongjoong can only smirk at the boy, ruffling the boy's long hair as he gives him a knowing look. "well i knew that but they didn't. it seemed to do the trick."

a bright smile lights up yeosang's face as his heart quickens in excitement, the leader in front of him proving once again he's always gonna have their best interests at heart.

"thank you," yeosang says, choked up with emotion that has hongjoong shaking his head.

"i did this so i never have to see you cry again you pussy," he says with a smirk, chuckling when yeosang punches him in the arm. "now call y/n over, we're off today."

and that last thing you expected today was to get a call from yeosang telling you to come over. because you knew he was gonna try to find a way and you believed him but you didn't expect to be greeted the way that you were.

a group of towering, excited boys running over to you and tackling you into a group hug. there softly spoken apologies and whining pleads to forgive them. yeosang eventually pried them all off of you, taking you into his arms and pressing a kiss to your cheek. you meet hongjoong's gaze and immediately stiffen, curling yourself into yeosang's hold in fear that the boy was about to go off on you the way he always did.

but then he only smiles and waves at you, his softly spoken "happy you're back, y/n," causing your eyes to widen.

you look at yeosang in confusion and he only shakes his head, placing another kiss on your head before the boys drag you over to the couch. you spend the rest of the rainy day laid out on yeosang's chest, giggling at just how scared mingi and san are watching these cheesy movies and the absurd amount of food you guys had ordered today.

yeosang watches you giggle with a soft fondness in his eyes, pressing a kiss to your cheek until he can't take it anymore and brings you into his room.

you fall asleep that night with his arms around your waist, his quiet mumbles of "i love you," the last thing you hear. it's the best sleep you both had gotten in over a month, wrapped in each other's arms with small smiles on your face.

you wake up in a similar fashion, his hand running through your hair until his deep morning voice mumbles "hey, baby," causes your eyes to pop open. and at first you think this is just a dream, that your sad heartbroken brain is just hearing his voice in your head and about to make you even more sad today.

he sees the confusion in your eyes, like you're trying to figure out if this is real or just another sad dream like the ones he had when you guys were apart. so his hands move to cup your cheeks and he's smirks down at you, his thumb rubbing smoothly over your cheeks. "i'm here, pretty girl," he mumbles softly despite the amusement in his tone. "did you forget?"

and then you know that this has to be real.

because your own brain would've never thought to call you pretty after just waking up, your hair a mess and cheeks red with the possibility of dried drool on your mouth. it's what brings a smile to your face, lighting it up before you tighten your arms around him and hide your face into his chest with a quiet hum of contentment.

he chuckles against your head, allowing his lips to linger as he tightens his hold around you and promises to never leave you again.

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