#...which is normal since everyone is unique in their own way | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

Tumblr is used by 21% of adults online aged 18-29 years.

#...which is normal since everyone is unique in their own way

writingoddess1125 · 6 months

Text

Your Weird Relationship Milestones

Weird couple things that no one talks about that is a major milestone

Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Buggy, Mihawk x GNReader

Support on Ko-Fi ☕️

Luffy

You and Luffy had known each other since you were children and had also been dating since you joined his crew as the Ship Barber.

Truthfully it had been a fun journey and everyday you two got closer and closer- Just in your guys own unique way.

Today was no excpetion- After doing some basic training till noon you had skipped breakfast and was starving to rushed to the kitchen.

Walking over you saw lunch had already been made and almost the whole crew was there eating, looking over Luffy's massive plate in question to see what it on the menu- Seeing Cutlet sandwiches served with shredded cabbage.. you didn't like the recent cabbage that much.

"You didn't like the cabbage right?" Luffy questioned as if reading your mind- Nodding as he held up one of his plates to you to taste the cabbage to see if you wanted it The crew staring at you two in now total shock as you munched on a strand of cabbage and took a small bite of his sandwich.

"Ehh- Sandeich is good- But no cabbage" You hummed and Luffy nodded as he went back to inhaling his own food. Everyone watching as you went to get a plate- excluding the cabbage.

It wasn't till way later when you were half asleep cuddled against Luffy that the thought came to you- Did Monkey D Luffy just share his plate with you?

Zoro

It had been a normal morning- you waking up first to roll out of bed and start your morning routine, of course it starting in the bathroom.

Too zoned out to care since you and him shared a living space with a bathroom so you knew it could only be Zoro- As you brush your teeth you hear the sound of water and realize he was taking a piss, with you right there?

"What island are we going to today?" Zoro questioned, you trying to rack through your brain

"Errr- S'mi S'mi i'land I 'hink-" {Sumi Sumi Island I think} You say with the toothbrush still in your mouth- Zoro finishing and stepping to the sink.

You step to the side so he can wash his hands and he grabs the deodorant- like with all your products he seemed to use prefer yours so he puts yours on instead. You handing him his hair cream which he thanks quickly and smooth through his mossy locks-

"Want a cup or coffee? Normal fixings?" Zoro called out as he walked out of the bathroom.

"Mhm!" You hum out earning a grunt of approval and spit into the sink finally. Yawning again as you were now starting to wake up.

The realization of everything hitting you. Were you two that comforble with each other now!? It felt like some marry couple morning- your face heating up as you simmered on it..

Sanji

Being on a ship was nice, but it did have some downfalls- One being the bath situation. For some reason there was only one bathtub in the whole ship- So you had to travel from a hot bath across the entire ship to get to the room you shared with Sanji- Freezing your ass off the entire way and wrapped in the thinnest towel.

Finally in the room you shed the napkin like towel and look for something warm to wear- already starting to shiver.

"Sanji! did we do laundry?" You called, looking to see you were out of all pants and underwear- Tsking as it was a bit too cold tonight to go full natural in bed.

"Uhh No we didnt- why?" He asked as he stepped back into the room and saw you still naked as day looking through clothes- staring for a bit before Grinning.

"I think what you're wearing now is a perfect outfit" He chimed, you rolling your eyes looking back at your gawking boyfriend.

"Yeah well this outfit I can catch a cold- Remember we are getting close to the north and it's going to be freezing tonight!" You reminded and Sanji nodded in understanding before a thought crossed his mind.

Sanji sighed at this as he went to your guys shared closet- Returning with sweats and shirt in hand.

"These are my favorite pair- BE good to them" He said calmly as he held out the very nice sleep sweats you'd seem him wear multiple times- fairly sure these were the ones Zeff shipped out. Smiling as you gently took it from his hands and kissed his cheek- knowing these were going to be the best sleeping pajamas ever.

"I promise I will"

Buggy

Show business was never easy- It was a constant swirl of chaos. Especially on Buggy's ship. So it was nice to have some moments were you and Buggy could just relax, especially after a hectic day or shows and making money.

So here you both are, Showered, out of makeup and lounging on the couch in Bugs office.

You laid there with your legs across Buggy's lap as you two chatted, there were random times that you and Buggy would absolutely say nothing in terms of conversation but just wanted to hear the others voice. Buggys hands stroking your legs as he kept his eyes half closed.

"Your legs feel different?.." Buggy questioned, still running his hands over the exposed skin-

"I didn't shave them" He seemed to nod at this and finally look at your legs to indeed see they were indeed hairy still touching them-

"Eh still not as good as mine- It's like a damn blue carpet" He grumbled flexing his leg as if giving and example. However he noticed you hadn't replied and glanced- noticing your intense stare at him.

"(Y/N)?-"

Rolling up you sit on his lap facing him and look over his face, he looked at you confused as you did this- Watching how your eyes focused in something.

"Stay still.." You mumbled before touching his nose, he felt a soft pinch and then you pull back looking at your finger.

"You had a blackhead on your nose-" He say calmly and show it to him. He scrunched his face in disgust.

"Ew Thats fucking gross... See any others?" He questioned and you began to excavate his face and back of any blemishes still talking about nothing. Buggy's mind however running over the fact that for the first time in his life- he hadn't felt worried about his nose with someone..

Mihawk

Mihawk is a cautious person- so he is always on his guard and prepared for the worse case scenarios. That I clues you in the first few years of your guys relationship- While he trust you there is always some wall built up to protect himself.. You understand and let him take his time-

You didn't even really notice since how living he was towards you, however as time went on he did relax around you more. Got more comforble with you around and It wasn't till one night after a relaxing date and time together that you both tucked in. Mihawk had always claimed to be a light sleeper, laying on his back perfectly posed like a vampire ready to rise at any moment- the slightest movement waking him so you learned to be still when he tried to sleep. Reading a book quietly since you weren't quite ready for bed, dozing off for a good 30 minutes before you felt a slight shift from Mihawk assuming he was still awake till-

Zzzz!!! SNORT Zzzzz!!

Loud deep Snores suddently rattling the bed like a damn earthquake!

Startling you, turning to see the man laying in the bed next to you as you see his face unattractivly shoved into the side of a pillow, his hair a fluffed mess and him on his side in a deep sleep. You'd never seen him like this before, you didn't know it was even possible as you heard another thunderous snore leave the man. It taking everything in your body to not giggle as you closed your book and dimmed the light on your side of the bed. Cuddling down next to him as another wash of snores left him.

Smiling as you realize this ment he finally felt comforble enough around you to deeply sleep- in a true REM sleep for the first time in probably years. It made your heart flutter and you giggled softly- Defiently a milestone you were proud of.

Even if it ment the snores.

2K notes · View notes

ericityyy · 6 months

Note

Hi!

Can i request a fluff georgie x reader where he is head over heals with her?

The family dont know who she is (just sheldon bcs they are in the same university and she is very smart), but one day georgie takes her back home to hang out as friends and the family falls in love with how kind smart and charming she is and they are like: "this is the one for him"

Your writing is wholesome 😚

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘎𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘦’𝘴 “𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥” 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺

𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚: 𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘹 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵

𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚: 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1,632

𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

Sometimes when you look at someone you like, you get this feeling of time slowing down around you but fast forwarding to the moment you imagine yourself with that person. That feeling is what Georgie experiences when with her. Y/N L/N. There are many beautiful girls around the world, but nothing can compare to her.

She’s beautiful in his eyes, no matter what setting they are in, whether it is dark or not. She glows in his eyes. When it’s bright, she’s the cause. When it’s crowded, she’s the only one he sees. When they’re alone, nothing else matters. Needless to say, Georgie will always be proud to admit that he is down bad for this girl, and yet he couldn’t find the courage to do it in front of her.

It is no secret that Georgie is not particularly the smartest one in the family; however, that does not mean that he is dumb. He’s smart in his own way. Everyone is. It’s always comforting when she tells Georgie that he’s not dumb, as other people put it. In her words, she is "book smart” and the boy is “street smart," to which the latter agrees since Y/N does not go outside much.

There’s more ways to enjoy herself in the comfort of her home, more specifically in her room, where all her books and experiments reside.

That’s why she was left confused when she found herself at Dairy Queen with Georgie. How he convinced her to hang outside, she doesn’t know. Clearly it was one of Georgie’s talents to be so convincing. Partly, it was because Y/N couldn’t say no to the boy.

“After graduating high school, I just go to Dr. Sturgis’ class for the hell of it.” Y/N explains while scooping up some ice cream, “My parents are trying to convince me to go to a university and finish my studies altogether; honestly, they just want to brag to our relatives that I graduated college at such a young age.” She furrowed her eyebrows while letting out a bitter smile. “Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents, but I don’t want to rush into college, y'know? I just want to take a break from studying, but I gave them a chance to let me enroll in Dr. Sturgis’ class, but only in his class so technically, still not in college.” Y/N laughed slightly before turning her attention to the person she’s with.

Georgie nodded his head at times when Y/N was telling her story, and the girl noticed, “I’m sorry, I’ve been talking about myself; how about you? What’s the latest news going on with Mr. Georgie Cooper?" The girl smirked smugly at the boy in front of her, making the said boy chuckle nervously.

“Nothing much, really.” Georgie shrugged, not knowing what to tell, “Just the usual, religious mom, coach dad, carefree meemaw, chaotic little sister, know it all little brother, y'know the normal.”

Y/N laughed at his description of his family. Nothing is normal with the Coopers, that’s for sure, but that’s what makes them so unique in a way that the girl wants to have the pleasure of meeting them. And because of that, she blurted out, “They sound fun; it’ll be a joy to meet them personally.” She not-so-subtly hinted to Georgie, who stopped scooping his ice cream.

“Why? "Georgie squinted his eyes confusingly, not really understanding why the girl wanted to meet his family.

Y/N shrugged, playing with her spoon. “Nothing really; I just want to meet them. Is that okay?" She then asked, losing confidence in her voice, which, again, the boy noticed.

“It’s okay, just don’t let them freak you out.”

"Oh, please, how bad can they be?”

・‥...━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━...‥・

“Y/N, what were your thoughts in Dr. Sturgis’ class today? I think it was motivational. Then again, it’s not like I don’t know what the contents of his lessons are anyway.” Sheldon arrogantly bragged as he walked alongside the older girl. Although he did not know he was being arrogant, it’s just the way he presents himself to people. And Y/N has come to terms with that.

Y/N decided to humor the younger boy as they walked outside the university. “Well, I think Dr. Sturgis made a mistake during his lecture.” Sheldon looked up at her, confused with his face all frowning. “What do you mean by mistake? I’m sure I would have recognized the mistake that Dr. Sturgis made.”

The girl was about to answer when they heard a car honking, startling Sheldon in the process, before they both noticed it was “Georgie!” Y/N exclaimed, a huge smile on her face seeing her friend. She ran up to the car as the boy got out of it to open the passenger door for her.

“Ma’am, your service awaits.” Georgie pretended to tip his imaginary hat. “Why, thank you, kind sir," while Y/N attempted to mimic a British accent, almost doing it perfectly.

“Georgie?” Sheldon asked, confused as he walked to his older brother’s car, "What are you doing here? Where’s Meemaw? Will you be the one taking me home? ”

Georgie sighed a bit annoyed. “Meemaw is a bit busy right now, so I volunteered to pick you up, also because Y/N will be joining us for dinner.”

“Huh. Well, that’s delightful to hear.” Sheldon opened the backseat door, waiting for his brother to come in before speaking again. "Delightful, as in Y/N joining us for dinner and not you picking me up.”

“Would you like to walk home? ”

“No.”

“Georgie!”

・‥...━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━...‥・

“We’re home!” Georgie shouted once they came inside the door of their home. The Cooper household, it was nerve-wracking for Y/N to experience this kind of situation. She didn’t grow up with that many friends due to her isolating herself most of the time. But there’s a first time for everything.

Sheldon, after pestering Y/N with what mistake Dr. Sturgis made in his lecture, went to his bedroom to drop off his briefcase, but not before telling Y/N that “This isn’t over, L/N.” Y/N raised an eyebrow at the walking boy before turning back to the nearing footsteps.

Mary came face-to-face with Y/N, not being familiar with her. “Hi, I’m sorry. Who are you?” She asked, not wanting to be rude but wanting to know this stranger inside her house.

"Oh, where are my manners?” Y/N offered her hand to the woman, giving her a beaming smile. “I’m Y/N, Mrs. Cooper. I was invited by your eldest son to dinner, but now I figure that you weren’t informed of my presence here in your humble abode.” The girl then turned to Georgie, who shrugged with a smile on his face. “I wouldn’t want to possibly intrude.”

Mary waved a hand in the girl’s direction before shaking hands with her. “Nonsense, darling, I’m happy that Georgie made friends with a gorgeous girl like yourself, and you may call me Mary.” The woman then led them to the dining table, not noticing that Y/N elbowed Georgie once her back turned to them. The boy crouches in pain, not before seeing Y/N’s overly sweet smile.

・‥...━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━...‥・

“So you mean to say that you go to the same classes with Sheldon at the university?" Missy questioned, interested in the new girl placed between Sheldon and Georgie. “And you survived being with him? Oh, I like you.”

Sheldon looked offended by his sister’s insult before looking content with their mother scolding the twin girl.

“It’s not much of a challenge anyway; I like Sheldon’s wit. It amuses me.” Y/N laughed at Sheldon’s arrogant expression.

“Do you have any religion, Y/N?” Mary asked hopefully. So far, she really likes the girl between her sons; the woman thinks that the girl is the one for Georgie.

Y/N nodded, swallowing her food before answering, “I was born and baptized a Christian, as my family is all Christians.” Mary, after receiving the answer, smiled widely at that, looking at George, motioning her head toward the girl excitedly.

“You mentioned that you graduated high school? At what age?” It was now George’s turn to ask; they were all taking turns getting to know the girl, and by that, it meant questioning her.

“Yes, Mr. Cooper. I actually graduated high school when I was 13. And now, I’m thinking about when I’m going to enroll fully in a university to get my degree. I haven’t really thought about going to college any time soon; basically, Dr. Sturgis’ lectures are just hobbies in a way.”

“And what exactly is your relationship with our Georgie here?” Connie finally asked what most of them were thinking, casually drinking a beer. Y/N choked on her pasta, with Georgie patting her back gently and offering her water, which she took. The boy noticed his family eyeing his actions toward Y/N; he sent them an eye roll.

“We’re just friends, Meemaw," Georgie answered, fighting back the urge to confess his feelings right there and then. But he figured to take this more privately than out in the open with his family present. That doesn’t really scream romantic to him.

Y/N paid no mind to his answer and rubbed her thumb on the back of his hand, smiling at him. "Thanks, darling.” She was grateful for him taking care of her when she was nearly dying earlier. “Don’t mention it, dear.” Georgie smiled back.

They didn’t notice the eyes on them, as they only saw each other right now. Needless to say, the family found the one for Georgie Cooper. He did too.

“I still don’t recall Dr. Sturgis’ mistake earlier.” Well, it was good while it lasted.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

i am so happy receiving your request :’> you’re my first ever request in this app and i was lowkey losing hope. but thank you so much for requesting this and i hope this lives up to your expectation.

pls don’t be a ghost reader.

#georgie cooper #georgie cooper x reader #x reader #oneshot #young sheldon #fluff #cooper family #request #friends to lovers #friends #lovers #imagine #fem reader #book smart x street smart #book smart #street smart

822 notes · View notes

serialunaliver · 3 months

Text

My response to this post about the possibility of Michigan school shooter Ethan Crumbley's mom being charged with involuntary manslaughter I was tagged in (putting it in a separate post because I don't feel like starting shit with anyone):

The case here being used is unique to other shootings. Typically mental illness is not actually the primary deciding factor for violence. Media coverage of school shootings has caused more school shootings than mental illness. A large amount of school shooters were inspired by the ideology of other school shooters. If Columbine wasn't treated the way it was I have no doubt there would've been less shootings.

When it comes to negligence involving mental health I don't actually see a big increase in surveillance or institutionalization as some are claiming though. The fact is parents can already use mental health as an excuse to force their kids into abusive 'treatment' with no consequence. It happens in every psych ward. It's also already used in legal cases as well, that happened to me and it did in fact lead to being forced into harmful treatment, so really the precedent and incentive is already there for those who choose it in my opinion. Meanwhile there's the opposite case where parents would rather their kid cause destruction than admit any mental health issue exists regardless of consequence. Logic is thrown out the window for the most part.

Now the defense of Ethan's mom is claiming he is a manipulator and not mentally ill. While anyone who follows me knows I despise the mental health argument about school shootings, it's quite clear this kid's actions prior to the shooting were at the very least a cry for help. He didn't try to make this secretive and even drew pictures of it. If his parents didn't care about this, it's possible he's neglected in some way at home, which can actually lead to antisocial behavior and acts of violence or threats of them, because, well, one would assume your parents would finally give a fuck about your well-being in that case. I'm diagnosed with a cluster B personality disorder partially due to "manipulative behavior" in the past which seemed horrible and illogical but was literally the only way I thought anyone would know I was hurting. Obviously I don't know if this is what's actually going on in Ethan's case, but what everyone can agree on is the parents' response to all this was not normal or acceptable and doesn't exactly paint an image of a well-adjusted family. And I do wonder if the "manipulator" argument comes from the (most common) perception that anyone with this behavior was just born evil.

ANYWAY, here are some articles/resources on common causes of school shootings and how media coverage and environment impact them, both to spread awareness and to point out that you should not in fact paint anyone as born evil or a future shooter just for certain issues.

• Bullies, black trench coats: Columbine’s most dangerous myths

• Violence has grown since California's incel shooting

• Who is most likely to get bullied at school?

• School shootings and student mental health (Includes more detailed statistics but some are misleading - the one on bullying is based on public perception of shootings, not actual cases, and the one on violent video games has no real correlation. Let this be a reminder to research your own sources!)

#school shooting #seriousposting

140 notes · View notes

derfpossessions · 11 months

Text

Rented You Out - Part 1

Ever tried on a suit? Perhaps borrowed someone else's? Or you could've gotten it from a Suit Rental? Well let me tell you about a story of a man, whose body LITERALLY got rented out. So grab your ☕️, grab your 😸, because it's about to get WILD from here, well at least for our main boy.

Meet Denholm Gauthier, the 18-year old boy in 12th Grade, ready to graduate in a few months, but still have no decisions towards what to do in his life. He is a well-loved and kind student at his high school, and as the leader of the Football team and President of the Student Council, oh he's got it all. Plus, he's the class Valedictorian. So why is he such in a lost position? He had always seeked purpose in his life, though no one seemed to give him a damn since he's literally a privileged, handsome white dude. Everyone's got their own shit. To everyone's surprise, Denholm once mentioned that he didn’t want his life AT ALL, to which everyone got outraged about, saying “WHY NOT?!?”. Well, with this story unfolding, I guess I can say he found his purpose.

Chapter 1: Kidnapped

And so we begin. It was psychology class and the classroom was having a heated debate about the human mind and body. It escalated between the nerds too much that a fight could’ve broke out but thanks to Denholm it was de-escalated fast.

“It’s fine Mr Watkins, this topic was a bit controversial if I’m going to be honest with you. But I believe that our human minds are its own unique ways, and one could never be another person.”, he stated as he made the others calm down.

“Well that’s what you thought.” The quiet kid said. His name was Stanley. He’s the kid that sits in so much envy while watching Denholm rise up in the podium of popularity. He was always jealous of him. He wanted to live like him. Heck, he wanted to be him.

“What was that bro?” Denholm politely asked. Stanley didn’t replied, so Denholm’s just shrugged it off and packed his bag.

Lunchtime was up, and Denholm ate with Markus, who’s his childhood and best friend. Denholm long knew then that Markus likes other men, but Markus never really showed him that he wanted Denholm to be more than friends. Though with that said, Denholm is a very liberal person, and of course, a straight ally, which is not what Markus wanted but more than enough to keep them as friends.

“Hey bro! What’s up?” Denholm excitingly said to Markus.

“Nothing much, just tired of life as always.” Markus said.

“Why’s that so? You have friends and family!” Denholm replied.

“Well I don’t want this life. So stressful and so pressured. I wish I could be just as charismatic and attractive and NORMAL as YOUR life!” Markus said with a raising voice.

“Wha… is that what you feel about my life?” Denholm was shocked. Markus raised his voice on him again, which he typically does to cover his feelings of desire towards him. It’s really hard for a gay man like Markus to try and not fall face flat with his feelings towards straight boy hottie Denholm.

“You know my life isn’t easy too. I wish I could live as simpler as any other person.” Denholm sighed.

“Oh I’m sorry..” , Markus said. Denholm hugged him, and so the feelings came in again. Markus’ manhood was rising a little bit high that time, but not too high for Denholm to notice. It was almost like Markus wanted to kiss him on the spot, but he didn’t forgot his dignity and so he didn’t do it.

There was a student council meeting afterschool, so Denholm had to leave the last period early. While walking down the hallway, he saw a black van parallel parking in the lot. It was quite peculiar to see a car parking at that time. He wanted to investigate it but was running late for the meeting, so he ignored it.

The meeting had finally ended. Denholm separated with his classmates because his locker was at the other exit of the school, and now, he’s secured from the hands of evil. “I love you.”, said by Denholm to his girlfriend as he leaves the school through the back exit. As he was leaving, the black van he suspected earlier, was open. He was grabbed by two men wearing balaclavas and shoved him into the backseat.

Denholm tried to talk but his voice was muffled caused by the tape on his mouth. A silhouette of a teenager was seen from the car mirror, but that teenager quickly turned it away to get prevented from being seen. Helpless, Denholm tried everything he can to get unleashed, but it was no use. The two men started injecting something on his back, it wasn’t a syringe, rather a sharp wired material that penetrated his spine, and later his whole body. As he was agonizing in pain, the kid from the front seat was giggling, enticed to see the pain Denholm was going through. They then started to dig down his back even further, almost as if they were cutting it wide open like a zipper. As he can no longer tolerate the pain, Denholm passed out from exhaustion.

Chapter 2: I Am My Bestie

Nightfall came, and Denholm’s parents were very worried. His girlfriend along with his father seeked help from the police, to which they saw the van that took him away. Markus, who thought that the men might have put Denholm captive at school, drove straight there during the night.

To by his surprise, he saw Denholm lying down in the locker room. He screamed, “DENHOLM!!” As he tried waking him up. He tried to lift his body upwards but noticed something strange. His body was a little lightweight.. almost hollow.

As Markus went to see Denholm’s face, his eyes looked… empty. Something wasn’t right. It only took a matter of time until he discovered that Denholm had a huge rip on his back, with a little switch attached to his neck. Markus kept shrugging Denholm to awake him but there was no use. He then examined the rip, and accidentally opened it, which revealed Denholm’s insides with literally nothing in it. Just a hollow mold.

“My friend’s… a bodysuit?!?!?” Markus started to panic. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what he would tell to Denholm’s parents. So he kept trying to wake Denholm up, but he’s no longer there. There was only one choice. If Denholm WAS an empty suit for someone to wear, then someone must wear him for the meantime, and who would that be none other than Markus. “I’m so sorry, I love you.” Markus started to tear up. He then stripped off his clothes. He started to insert his legs and feet into Denholm’s empty body. Markus was a bit larger than Denholm’s so it was a tight fit. the warmness of the insides then slowly binded Markus’ legs onto his. There was no turning back. Next, he put on the torso, and leaned Denholm’s head forward for now. It was almost complete. The last thing to do is to put on the head. As Markus was putting Denholm’s face like a mask, it frightened him too much that he started suffocating. In the outside it looked like an expressionless Denholm but you can hear Markus grasping for air. He eventually fell to the groubd and passed out.

The next time Markus woke up, he was at the floor. His body was glistening with sweat, or should I say, Denholm’s body. He tried to get and up and looked around, then exhaled to see that he can breathe again. His breath smelled like Denholm’s, which shocked him a lot. He paused and saw the mirror, with Denholm reflecting back to him. “De..Denholm??”, Markus said. The voice still sounded like Markus wearing a mask, which was muffled, so Markus adjusted Denholm’s face to fit his even more. And so the face finally locked in. “Denholm??” He said again. This time the voice sounded EXACTLY like Denholm. He started to rub his new wavy hair, and touch his new skin in his face. He also noticed his eyes even changed. Rubbing it through, he no longer has curly hair or dark skin, and his smell noticeably also disappeared, revealing a musky, bold smell from Denholm.

He admired Denholm’s hair, torso, biceps, and stroked his 6.8-inch dick. He then started putting on his clothes, and covered up the switch with a bandage. He looked at the mirror again and said, “Sorry Denholm, baby, but I need to drive you for now.” and kissed goodbye to his reflection in the mirror.

Now that Markus holds Denholm’s life, it was time to tell the news to Denholm’s family. Going home a bit excited, he rushed into Denholm’s house where a worried mother and father rushed in to receive him in open arms. “We missed you so much honey!”, Marta said to her “son” while embracing him. Markus felt a wholesome rather never-before feeling at that moment, as his parents were divorced and was put into care by his evil grandparents. This experience has become a chance for Markus to feel the life he deserved to have: a loving family, popular, charming, spoiled, everything that he ever dreamed of. Besides his sexual desires in the love of his life’s body, it was a chance for him to enjoy a new life of his own.

Chapter 3: Denholm Slayy

Morning came and Markus woke up refreshed, and opened his phone to see that he still has Denholm’s face while looking at the front camera. “Good morning, babe”, Markus started teasing himself. Suddenly something raised from under the blankets. Markus felt aroused by Denholm’s morning look so much that he decided to have a little bit of fun before getting through his day.

He let out a quick moan as he started grabbing onto Denholm’s elastic manhood. And there he unleashed loads and loads of cum which splashed through the whole bedroom. He didn’t even gave a damn into how he’s gonna clean all that mess. Then he admired himself in the mirror then started kissing it. “Oh I wish you were fucking me like this baby. Such a slay”, Markus groaned as he breathed in great intervals. He was having the time of his life.

“Babe??? Babee, I came to pick you up!” that was Paula, Denholm’s girlfriend, picking him up to go to school. Markus got alarmed by this. How was he supposed to clean all that cum on the wall? He quickly got up from the bed and took a dirty shirt from the laundry to wipe off all the stains from the walls and floors. Then he put on a shirt before opening the door. “Babe! What took you so long?? Also why are you not dressed yet we’re already late!” Paula said. “Sorry babe, got a bit hazy from last night that’s all.” Markus replied. “Well if you want to talk about it, we can spend the day together”, said Paula as she seductively touches Denholm’s cheeks. “No it’s alright, besides you have a test today and we must put our studies first right?”, Markus said while feeling anxious. “Ok! I’ll wait for you downstairs while you get ready.” Paula replied.

“Babe babe… Babe my ASS.” Markus side-eyes Paula as she left. “You know Denholm, you don’t deserve this annoying slut!” Markus said while berating Denholm’s reflection in the mirror. “This is why I’m GAY! UGH! If only you were mine… But for now, I am you. I will make the most of it.” Markus said while getting dressed. He put on a new bad boy look for Denholm, compared to the plain shirts that Denholm used to pull off with. Markus did a grin in the mirror as he admired his ideal look for Denholm.

“Oh daddy, you’re really such a fine person. I hope we get to bond more like this again.” Markus sighed. He then headed off to school with Paula.

———

It was now the afternoon. No one has seemed to have noticed that Denholm was being controlled by another person, as Markus has studied every single inch of how Denholm moves and speaks, which counts to the amount of obsession he has towards his homie. But there was one person that wasn’t convinced by the act though. While walking down the street, Paula confronted Denholm/Markus. “Babe, is everything alright? You seem distant.. detached today…”. Markus started to get nervous again, not knowing what details to say to her. “Babe its nothing.. look, I’ll head home now. Maybe I just needed a rest.” He replied.

Markus was finally back at Denholm’s room. It was now late at night. He took off his clothes and decided to lie down. “Maybe I should… do it again..” As Markus tried to stand up, suddenly he felt like he couldn’t breathe, like he was suffocating through latex. He then started gagging until he choked. It was the suit. He tried leaning on to something, but eventually the sweat that accumulated the suit made him trip down and struggle to get up. It felt like he was about to die, something was crushing him from the inside. Desperate, he tried unzipping off from the suit, which worked perfectly well. Markus finally got out of Denholm again, after over a day of using him. Both of them were covered in sweat, with Markus hyperventilating as he stared at Denholm’s lifeless body.

#male body possession #male bodysuit #male meatsuit #meatsuit #bodysuit #mtm swap #body swap #body switch #male body switch

556 notes · View notes

darlingdekarios · 11 months

Text

shining armor.

rating: explicit. 18+ only. length: 17,649 content: Ser Criston Cole x f!Stark!reader, reader is a Stark, forbidden relationship, secret relationship, yearning, mentions of animal hunting/death, smut [f receiving oral, unprotected p in v]

Criston Cole is faced with the reality of a life falling for a lone wolf.

Early Winter, 112 A.C., The Crownlands

Due to the warm nature of the southern part of the kingdom of Westeros, it was not a hindrance to hunting parties when the winter months rolled around, the weather staying pleasant enough to set out on exhibitions. It was just after the turn of the new year, and a colder-than-normal winter in the Crownlands offered a unique opportunity for the crown on the youngest of King Viserys I’s youngest son’s name day. As could only be expected of the occasion, houses from across the kingdoms sent forward representatives to partake in the hunt, keen on gaining favor with the crown.

Very few of those present had any real interest in the hunt itself, the only trophies the group holding valuable thrones, crowns and castles.

A day into the festivities after the sun had set behind the trees the sounds of heavy hooves could be heard over the rain through the coverings of tents, signifying the unexpected arrival of two additional guests. Emerging from the tents the king and his company came to face a flag they had long-since seen: the banner of House Stark. Carried by two large black horses, built as such to endure the winters in their native lands, the strangers who wore sturdy armor and various furs emerged from the fog to approach the king.

“Bennard Stark, son of Lord Benjen Stark and Lady Lysa Locke, accompanied by Ser Grandin Rane, your grace,” the knight on the left spoke, removing his helmet as he spoke. Ser Grandin was an intense man, every bit of what a northerner was expected to look like with long, dark hair and beard, pale from the longer, harsher winters. “You’ll have to excuse Lord Bennard. He has suffered an injury on our long journey to you and finds himself unable to speak, and the current state of his face…well, sadly, it would upset the sensitive among us. We apologize for our late arrival, without the injury we’d have been here on time.”

The King analyzed the image before him in full, at a loss for words at the implications an event like this meant after years of House Stark remaining passive toward the crown. The youngest son of Lord Stark held tall mounted atop the horse, small for a boy from the North, which the king passed off as a probable result of age. To the right of the Lord now stood a massive black animal with fierce reflective golden eyes, the symbol of the house itself – a direwolf. Rumors that the house currently had four of the animals in their possession had been shrugged off as simply that, but taking in the animal before him was a wonder – the king had never spent much time in the colder areas.

A glance at Otto Hightower, his still-trusted Hand at the time, confirmed the many thoughts racing through his own head were likely shared by everyone present, and yet no one could bring themselves to voice any of them without a private conversation. The knight, noticing the apprehension on the faces before him, jumped from his horse to slide to a knee.

“As a sign of good faith between the house and the crown,” he bowed his head, which was mirrored by the young lord who remained atop his horse in favor of staying out of the mud. King Viserys nodded and motioned for the knight to rise before gesturing at the large animal. “As much as I am sworn to protect the House Stark, that animal is as well. It will listen to the lord, you needn’t be fearful of it.”

“I am…truly overjoyed to see this day between our houses, Lord Bennard. Many thanks to you, Ser Rane, for escorting the young lord this long way. Please send my regards to the Lord Stark upon your return,” King Viserys spoke, his words careful and as calculated as something on the spot like this could be. “I am afraid we were quite unsuccessful in our hunt this first day, and while we can certainly feed the two of you after this long journey, we do not have the excess to feed such an animal.”

The knight from the north couldn’t prevent the small chuckle that fell from his lips, shaking his head in response as the young Stark made a gesture with a gloved hand, the large wolf immediately bounding off into the forest. The knight’s tone was amused, and yet still respectful to maintain the good spirit of the conversation. “The wolf can feed himself. He will hunt far enough to not affect our excursion, and he will return in the morning to protect the camp as the party sets out. He is of benefit to stay, and the lord will vouch for him. They are as much connected as your grace to dragons.”

The comparison landed and soon the newcomers were welcomed in, put aside in a spare dry area to settle in for the night before the morning, and sent to beds with plates of bread, fruits, and cheeses that remained from the earlier feast. The remainder of the camp had fallen to sleep as the two had changed into warm clothes, hold for those on watch. The night was loud with the rain yet everyone found peace enough to sleep through the night.

The next day’s events wrought similar results to the first day – while the party had a long day in the forest searching for a worthy beast to kill in honor of the young prince, they returned to the camp as the sun began to set with nothing more than a few wild turkeys. With better weather and worse moods than the night before the party found themselves drunker on this second night, seeking anything to soothe their wounded egos. It was well into the dark night when Ser Criston Cole observed the silhouette of a rider on horseback disappearing into the trees, a large wolf following closely behind. With permission to relieve himself of his duties since the king and his family remained in good company, he gave into the curiosity and pull to follow.

His own horse was large but lean, and moved silently through the woods after the scarce prints that littered the remaining mud from the rain the day before until he could see the figures once again, now waiting beside a riverbed. Stilling his horse far enough back to seem only as another animal in the woods moving about, the Dornish knight observed as the Stark child removed his helmet. He was met with you instead.

It had long been a favorite game of yours, to don the clothes of your brothers and come up with an absurd plot with the aid of your sworn knight to do the activities you desired. While initially the schemes only resulted in small adventures in your home, it had since elevated into hunting trips, tours of Castle Black and the Wall, small sailing excursions in the cold waters, and even the occasional wedding. This was your largest and most irresponsible scheme yet, and the fact was thrilling.

When you removed your helmet for the first time since the early hours of the morning to feel the fresh air against your face, Criston found himself in complete bewilderment as he watched hair come toppling down out of the helmet. The unmistakably feminine features illuminated in the pale moonlight that managed to force its way through the thick trees caused a tightness in his chest, and a confusion in his mind. The sight before him was no son of Benjen Stark.

It was an impressive sight set before the knight as he quietly followed you through the Crownlands that night – hours spent silently watching as you slid from your horse to observe tracks around you, silently communicating with the wolf beside you who was quick to bound off into the trees at your command. Eventually, Criston watched on as you took down a large moose with an arrow from horseback, smiling a confident and beautiful smile in celebration to yourself. When the wolf returned he held a rabbit in its jaws, which he was instructed to eat.

He decided then to return to the camp, aware that he had already pushed his luck following you for so long and abandoning his sworn duties to follow a woman through the woods. Fortunately, he still made it back long before a majority of the camp had risen, and so he’d sat by the fire enjoying the last remaining hours of darkness running through what he’d witnessed that night.

You were a skilled hunter – not just in the sense that you managed to be lethal with a bow, a silent killer, but you were also a capable tracker. Despite communication with your canine companion, he swore he didn’t recall a single sound out of you within the hours that had passed. The more he thought on that fact, the more he wished to know the sound of your voice. The more he wished to hear you speak, the more he found his thoughts lingering on the pieces of the real you he’d gotten to see.

You were beautiful, with wild hair that you had attempted to tame into a braided hairstyle, though throughout the night it became more and more disheveled and he found himself, often, wanting to run his fingers through it. You’d taken the gauntlets off of your hands and forearms in order to properly wield your bow, showcasing soft hands that would undoubtedly feel like bliss against his skin. His thoughts focused most on a pair lips that begged to be kissed. Suffice to say, his mind suffered more consequences from his excursion than could have been anticipated.

After some time others began to emerge from tents, already dressed for the day in armor to begin a third day of hunting. Though he knew a successful kill was on its way back to the camp, he kept the information to himself – including the information of who was truly beneath the youngest Stark child’s helmet; the middle child, a daughter.

When the sun began to rise and warm the camp for the day is when you made your grand re-entry, leading your horse on foot as he dragged the massive kill you’d made back to camp, your brother’s helmet once again on your head and his identity assumed. Your wolf, the animal you could vouch for better than most people, trailed behind you with a happy step this morning, fully satiated from his time in the woods. He stopped next to the tent that belonged to you where it was noticed that he also carried several turkeys on his back. It was here that Ser Grandin joined you once again.

It was obvious from body language that you were being scolded by your sworn protector and Criston had to sympathize with the man, though he wondered if you held a mischievous smile at the chastising. Soon enough you had halted in front of the awaiting King Viserys, dropping to your knees slowly and gesturing behind yourself at the animal dragged by your horse.

“Lord Bennard would like to present his prize to the one true king in a show of good faith between House Stark and the crown,” Ser Grandin spoke clearly for you, and Criston had to wonder how often he fell into these schemes with you. In a way, it was admirable that he was so committed to his vow to you that he partook in these games, clearly, to ensure there were no slip-ups and your safety was secure. Admirable of your obvious insistence to live life your way, he still had to admit a scolding was technically deserved – putting yourself in danger by going out alone, wolf or not, was irresponsible.

“Rise, my boy,” the king spoke after momentary contemplation, walking forward to put a hand against the cheek of the helmet. “The camp is indebted to you for this. You handled this feat alone?”

“Himself and the wolf, your grace,” the knight responded, coming forward to stand beside you. “The young lord often finds himself in the woods late at night hunting, much to my behest. Nevertheless…he is a successful hunter, to be certain.”

You must have felt touched by his pride toward you as Criston noticed your head turn for you to glance at him before quickly bowing again out of respect. The king smiled – a seemingly rare thing these days – and nodded before stepping back to speak louder in addressing the camp.

“This young hunter from the North is the reason we will eat well today, my friends,” the king announced, resting a hand on your armored shoulder to turn you to face the awaiting company. “And instead of glory for being the best among us, he wishes to gift the impressive kill to me in honor of my son.”

Everyone knew when the king wanted an applause, and sensing that now was one of these times when he wanted to give credit where it was due everyone gave a polite applause. Everyone present was careful not to carry on too loudly or too long in order for the king to be heard again when he wishes.

Criston found himself drifting closer to you throughout the day, hanging around you close enough in the hope that he’d hear even a single word from your lips or be offered another look under the helmet. Unfortunately, Ser Grandin, the king, and the queen did not leave you alone very often for the remainder of the day, leaving the Dornish knight no opportunity at being alone together.

Later that night when the company found their way back into their beds, you and your sworn protector left under the cover of the darkness, the long road back to Winterfell beginning.Ser Criston Cole would not see you again for many weeks thereafter, but not a single day would pass that you did not enter his mind.

Ten Months Later , Winterfell

A bellowing roar signified the visit of a creature that had long avoided the North, and as those sitting within comfortable castle rooms made their way to confirm what they already knew to be true, the gates opened to present a small company of knights, accompanied by Ser Criston Cole. Outside of the castle and a safe distance away, the princess Rhaenyra landed her dragon before walking the remaining distance through the gates. Ser Criston was alight with excitement as he waited for what he could feel in his heart to come, and his teetering patience was beautifully rewarded once he saw you make your way down a set of stairs behind your father.

Wearing your brother’s armor had done no favors to your appearance, but this elegant, shimmering silver gown that cascaded in a sheer train behind you clung onto every part of you he now wanted to grab. Atop your shoulders wrapped a fine fur, smooth and from what looked like a silver fox. Your hair was much better tamed today than he’d last seen it – recently washed, braided intricately, but enough of it let down that immediately made him imagine running his fingers through it.

Criston had never found himself to dwell on the beauty of a woman long, his sense of responsibility taking over his thoughts before they could stray for long. It would be a lie to state that he hadn’t thought of you, and often, throughout the last 10 months without seeing you. He often wondered about the subtle colors to your features if he had the chance to get closer, and while he was soaking in what he could from this distance, being this close to the real you only made him want to be closer. He found himself scrambling to remove his helmet, unhappy with the slightly difference it made to his vision. He needed to see as much of you as you offered, and it needed to be unobstructed.

When you reached the bottom of the stairs behind your father you bowed your head, eyes staying toward the ground in politeness. Criston saw the princess’ eyes linger on you before landing once more on your father, a light smile crossing on her features.

“Lord Stark, the Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone, heir to the Iron Throne and future Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and First Men,” Criston found his voice to introduce the woman who should have his full attention, though he still hadn’t pulled his eyes away from you. Your father made a show of respect by kneeling, but before you could follow Rhaenyra held up a hand with a light smile.

“Please, don’t soil yourself in mud and snow on my behalf,” the princess spoke to you, ever one to respect a woman before a man. Your father stood at the instruction, bowing his head as yours raised to smile the most tantalizing smile in their direction. Criston was glad he had found himself capable of speaking when he was needed, because he was certain it was an impossibility now. “My family was appreciative of the gesture for my youngest brother’s name day this past Winter. Your youngest son is quite the adequate hunter. We wished to repay the gesture with a gesture of our own.”

Criston noticed the way Lord Stark’s eyebrows furrowed together and the subtle glance he threw your way, and how you avoided the gaze with unphased intent. He had to wonder if your father knew the kind of trouble you liked to get into, but if the older man was mentally wondering about the situation, his voice didn’t waver. Criston had not broken your secret to anyone in the time since he’d discovered it.

“An unnecessary gesture, Princess. It is the head of a House’s responsibility to ensure good relations with the Crown, not the other way around,” your father’s deep voice spoke, his eyes taking in the people before him and the dragon in the distance. “It is my hope we can be good hosts to you for however long you wish to stay in the cold North. My sons return in the morning from a long journey to the Iron Islands.”

“We have brought food, and money in exchange for any livestock potentially used to feed Syrax, my dragon, before she flies back to the warmer climate in my stay,” Rhaenyra was getting better and better at speaking diplomatically. “After a long journey for my escort, I am certain we would be happy with a meal prepared in your kitchen and the company of you, your Lady, and your daughter for the evening. Tomorrow we shall feast in honor of our houses.”

Rhaenyra stepped forward to approach your father and so Criston followed, his brown eyes returning to you once more due to the irresistible draw. This close he could see the blush on your cheeks and nose from the cold, and the small flecks of color that scattered in your eyes. Whatever words were spoken between the princess and your father went unheard by him as he found himself transfixed on you, completely bewitched by you.

“My escort, Ser Criston Cole, a knight of the Kingsgurad,” he heard Rhaenyra speak, his name snapping him from his trance. He hadn’t even realized you were returning his gaze. “You’ll excuse his manners, he is from Dorne and this may be his first snow.”

The Princess’ words were teasing, Criston quickly moving his gaze back to your father with a nod. “I am afraid I’m used to quite a bit more heat.”

“In our hall there is a large fireplace, it would be my honor to escort the future Queen and the good Ser to somewhere far warmer.”

Your voice pierced through him like an ice dagger straight through his heart, his eyes finding you again as the perfect sound finally filled his ears after months of yearning to know it. It was better than anything his mind could have imagined for it, and he was glad the armor covering his body hid the goosebumps on his arms from view.

Rhaenyra smiled and agreed, of course, offering an arm to the Stark daughter in a friendly gesture, much warmer than Criston had seen her in years in the snow of Winterfell, of all places. Your father excused himself to see to the preparation of a meal and the feeding of the dragon, and thus left you to escort the Knight and Princess yourself.

As you made your way through the much-more-modest halls of Winterfell you made pleasant conversation with Rhaenyra, and Criston followed closely by clinging to every word. You were effortlessly endearing as you spoke, even pulling laughs from the normally-serious Princess and pulling her into a conversation sparked by your curiosity about dragons in no time. When the trio arrived to the main hall, Criston made a move to stay outside the door, immediately taking up his post to protect the Princess. At that moment a Knight they already knew emerged, his helmet held under one arm.

“Please join us inside the hall, Ser Criston,” you spoke, turning to face the taller Knight with a smile that warmed him plenty. “My sworn sword knows these halls well and can withstand the cold. Allow him to watch over the Princess in your time here, so you may recover from the journey.”

He found himself simply nodding, the brown pools of his eyes gazing into yours once more as he agreed to whatever you propositioned to him, knowing he’d never be able to refuse you. He missed the knowing smile that crossed Rhaenyra’s features as the three of you made your way to waiting fur-covered chairs before the fire. A small table sat to the side, holding glasses and an offering of mead, plus a plate of cheese, meats and breads. The North could be hospitable with the right people seeing to it.

“Help yourselves to refreshments and the fire. I will have a word with Ser Grandin and rejoin you.”

You excused yourself to the hall again, entering into a hushed conversation with the other person on the planet that Criston knew also held your secret with certainty. Before his thoughts could be swallowed by you again, Rhaenyra broke him from the trance with a playful tone as she handed him a tankard of mead. “You must stop staring at the Stark girl, no matter how beautiful she is, Ser Criston. Perhaps stories of witches in the North have some truth to them.”

The remainder of the evening would pass by in a flash, a hearty meal settling into the company’s stomachs with thankful welcome. Despite the many differences a family of the North faced, the Starks were hospitable and pleasant company to keep, and it was only safe to assume the sons would be the same when they returned. After a large meal and a hot bath Rhaenyra retired for the night, Ser Grandin taking his position for the time being outside of her door while Criston was meant to be settling into bed as well. Instead, he had donned his armor once again and wrapped himself in furs provided by the kind Lord, making his way throughout Winterfell to familiarize himself with the map of his surroundings.

When he made his way to an outdoor walkway he heard the unmistakable noises of a horse making its way toward the front gate slowly, attempting to be as quiet as possible. Rushing to find his own horse he climbed on swiftly, steering his horse through piles of snow to mask the sound of hooves following behind. Once you’d passed through the gate on horseback you stopped, and Criston pulled to a slow stop behind, wondering where you were going and why you insisted on doing these reckless things alone.

“Would you care to join me, Ser Criston?” your voice rang clear in the silent night though it was quiet, the only ears around for it to fall on being the horses and the named man himself as everyone sheltered from the cold. His breath caught in his chest as he realized he’d been caught, and not only caught but confronted.

“I am sorry, m’lady,” he breathed, urging his horse forward to join you at your side. When he came to a stop again he turned his head to face you, meeting your gaze and feeling the nerves lift from his chest at the sight of your smile. No one angry at him for following could smile at him so sweetly. “I thought since Ser Grandin protects the Princess, I might take his place. It will help me learn the area.”

Your smile widened and brightened your face, your eyes lightening as a small laugh fell from your lips. Once again he found breathing an impossible labor at the sound, and the playfulness your tone took only encouraged him. “You think me safer with you than alone, Ser Criston? Do Dornish even know how to walk in the snow?”

Your teasing pulled a quiet, short laugh from his chest as he shook his head, wondering where all of the politeness you displayed for him before your father and the Princess before had gone. “Perhaps not. But I’d like to learn.”

You smiled again and turned your horse back through the gate, heading back to the stables and motioning him to follow. “The first lesson is: your horse is far too small for the terrain we’re going, and isn’t used to the cold. You can borrow my brother’s horse, Titus. He is the gentlest of giants and will take good care of you.”

He followed behind immediately, mentally admitting he could feel his horse struggling in this new environment. Before long he was mounted on a considerably larger animal, white and easy to spot in the night, which you insisted was important going into the woods with you. As the two of you set off into the darkness again your wolf joined by your side again, the same black one that had supposedly belonged to your brother. He supposed you got away with things like this because few visited the North – but still, it was reckless.

“Your wolves are impressive animals, m’lady,” he complimented in a soft voice from beside you as you set off on a trail you knew well. “I remember Ser Grandin describing the bond between them as similar to dragons and their riders. Is this true?”

He caught the smile you offered his curiosity and the curt nod you provided before speaking, your tone and body language more relaxed now that you were beyond the walls. The leather pants you wore clung to your legs in a way he wasn’t used to seeing a woman dress, fur covering the majority of your torso with a hooded cloak. He was glad the cold wasn’t so bitter you had to cover your face, preferring you weren’t hidden from him.

“It is true, in many ways,” you explained, turning your gaze to him as you trusted your horse to continue down the path it had taken many times before. “While the direwolf can live a longer life than that of a normal dog, we certainly don’t share cribs with the animals and then grow old with them. But while Man Eater is alive, he will be my closest companion. He is only two-years-old and already I can’t imagine life without him.”

“You named the beast Man Eater?” he pondered aloud, an amused tone slipping through his words.

“As the middle-born daughter of the Northern Lord, I will never know any real power,” you started, feeling comfortable with his eager and genuine questions. “I have figured the next best thing is to see the fear on men’s faces when they see such a large animal named so fearfully. He enjoys scratches behind his ears and the occasional fruit.”

A genuine, loud laugh came from the Knight and you couldn’t help but join him, the sound of you two laughing tomorrow forming a beautiful chorus in the night. It was immensely validating for him to know the woman he’d spent 10 months pondering was worth every thought he’d given you, as you were turning out to be just as interesting as his mind had hoped you to be.

The conversation remained playful between the two of you as you made your way down the trail, Criston quickly coming to the conclusion that this excursion wasn’t for you to hunt, but instead simply enjoy the night. It had been a long time for Criston to be able to speak with such honesty with someone, and he found the casual conversation resulted in his hard exterior melting away to expose the man he was inside.

You were every bit as enamored in the man, enjoying his questions about your home and living in the North, hanging onto every word he offered about his own home when prompted. He grew to open enough to enter a comfortable banter with you, and soon the conversation was so casual and natural between the two of you, he was certain he could ride to Kings Landing and back before he grew tired of your company.

After several miles you announced it was time for the two of you to walk (if he felt like he could handle the snow, as if he could say no) the rest of the way, and he found himself hurrying to dismount his horse so he could reach for your waist to help you down. The brief feeling of your hips in his hands made him want to pull you in closer but he resisted, maintaining the gentleman’s mask and returning the smile you offered as he let you go. The flush to your cheeks at his firm touch did not go unnoticed.

As you tied the horses to a tree to secure them you instructed the large wolf to keep watch, throwing him the leg bone of a cow that you’d attached to your horse in offering. Before long the two of you were maneuvering on foot through thicker trees before you reached a frozen waterfall, turning to smile at him happily. “This was my favorite place to come when I wanted to get away as a child.”

The intimacy of what you were sharing with him sank in and he felt the smile that came to his face, glad he’d somewhat gotten the snow-walking down so he could keep up with you at a better pace as you made your way toward the frozen water. You reached a thin ledge next to one of the massive sheets of rock and began shimmying across it, making it only a couple of steps before he grabbed your arm, halting your movements.

“My lady,” he breathed out in a rushed tone, grasping onto you like you would slip away from him at any moment. “Have you always insisted on putting yourself in harm’s way, or is this a new hobby?”

“I have done this hundreds of times, Ser Criston,” you taunted, reaching across with your free hand to rest your leather-gloved hand against his. “I’d think that you would know that I can handle myself after you saw me hunt the moose at the young Prince’s name day just this year.”

His hand dropped from your arm as he cleared his throat in awkwardness, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find a way to proceed, unable to form appropriate thoughts as every thought in his mind wondered how long you’d known. All he could bring himself to do was watch as you made your way across the ledge, disappearing behind the waterfall. Unwilling still to leave you alone, he hurried to follow after you, being just careful enough not to fall. Before long he had joined you in a small, icy cave where some furs and old books lay about. It was clear this was a place entirely your own.

“You said nothing about my presence for hours that night,” Criston finally pondered aloud when he joined you, only to be greeted in response with a small laugh.

“I had no clue what could even be said. I thought you were going to turn me in to the Crown…and today when I heard the dragon, I thought it was certain that you had finally confessed what you saw. I was, for a moment, afraid of what consequences I was to face. Of the shame I’d caused my house.” You were admitting deep feelings to him with no real understanding as to why it was so easy to do so. All he could do was watch you in wonder, brown eyes fixated on yours as he listened. “But Princess Rhaenyra doesn’t know, does she? You haven’t told a soul.”

“I haven’t told a soul. It is a secret I hold to myself.”

“Why? Why do you do that?”

You stepped further into the caves to coax him in with you, away from anything in the woods that could possibly hear the two of you and be disturbed. Your questioning did not come from a place of anger, he noted, and instead you sounded almost affectionate. It was easy to tell you the truth, no matter how shameful it was.

“I’m afraid I do not have an answer for you, m’lady,” he began, drawing in a deep breath. “I can’t begin to explain anything you’ve done to me since I saw you remove that helmet, or take down that moose with a single arrow from your bow, or walk down the stairs in that gown. I -”

His would-be passionate monologue was cut short as he attempted to step nearer, straying from your path and hitting an icy patch. His foot began to slip beneath him and as you stepped forward his hands reached out, grasping your hips and holding onto you tightly to steady himself, pulling you flush against him. Despite the thick furs and leathers you wore you could feel the cool of the metal from his armor, and it sent a chill down your spine, no matter how badly you wanted to be this close to him.

Your hands grasped at his armored shoulders, thankful for the thick gloves against the metal, in an attempt to steady him further. You smiled at his clear attempt to get closer to you, tilting your head back to look into his face.

“It must have been hard for you in the Dornish Marches since you’re so horrid in the snow. Isn’t it quite cold in the Red Mountains?”

This close, you found yourself unable to resist thinking about what his golden skin would feel like against yours, finding it near impossible to resist reaching forward to run your fingers through what looked like incredibly soft waves. A quiet laugh fell from his lips at your subtle accusation, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as he stood back to his full height.

“You’ll forgive me, m’lady. I couldn’t resist an excuse for time alone with you,” he conceded, silently admitting what you already knew in your heart. Over your clothes you could feel his thumbs rubbing circles into your hips, and whether he was aware he was doing it or not, you certainly made note of it. “I thought the Targaryens were interesting when I first met them, but they’re really all the same. You…are truly one-of-a-kind, if I may say so.”

Your cheeks burned despite the increased cold in the dark, icy cave – a near-impossible invitation for him to remove his gauntlets and reach out to touch them. He wondered if you would be cool or warm to the touch…he wondered if your lips would feel the same against his, about how soft they could possibly feel. Before he could give into a temptation there was no coming back from he withdrew, releasing a deep breath from his chest as you looked at him with a flustered look.

“It grows colder, m’lady. I should return you to the warmth of the castle before we both freeze where we stand.”

You didn’t fight with his logic, embarrassed by the moment you’d caught yourself in with the man. Withdrawing from him entirely you made your way back out of the cave, placing your hood back over your head as you awaited him to join you in the journey back to the castle. The awkwardness of the fleeting moment soon passed and the two of you found yourselves in a comfortable conversation once more as you made your way back to Winterfell. Every moment that passed with you he learned something new that made him wish he had connected his lips to yours, and yet, a small dutiful voice in the back of his mind insisted on reminding him of his vows.

He learned of how you’d learned to hunt and exist with the wolves, and how despite your slightly-older twin brother’s skill – you were undoubtedly the best in the family. While your brother had been wed for a couple of years now, one child already running free beneath his legs, you remained uncoupled.

“My betrothed was killed. In the Stepstones,” you explained, no sadness truly found in your voice. “It was years before we were meant to marry, but there have been no…suitable matches offered since. He was the future Lord Bolton, and my father…you met him. He is quite the intense man.”

“It is a shame to the realm if you do not find a suitable husband, m’lady, though I am inclined to agree with your father. Perhaps no man in Westeros deserves you.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his continued playfulness, the serious moments between the two of you never lasting terribly long. As with most passage of time, the return to your home passed entirely too quickly, and all too soon it would be time for the two of you to part. It was only just before sunrise by the time you two made it back within the gates, taking advantage of the remaining darkness to place horses in their rightful places. You went your separate ways once inside, wishing one another a good night before retreating to a solitude that seemed much lonelier than it ever had before.

The following night, after you had slept most of the day away, gone for a brief hunt with Man Eater, and enjoyed a hot dinner standing in the kitchen alone, and relaxed in a hot bath, you found yourself wandering the halls of the castle in a light dressing gown, a long, elegant robe wrapped around you. The third time you’d entered the hall closest to the room he was staying in he was waiting there for you, full armor minus the helmet as per usual. Tonight, however, he wore a new wrap across his broad shoulders – the pelt of a red wolf. The view of the color set against his skin did nothing to satiate the thoughts you were harboring toward him.

You were not alone in your struggle. Your hair had dried as it naturally did after your hot bath, no braids hiding the locks from his full view. Your dressing gown and robe were black, making it perfect for holding in heat, and yet the sheer fabric left very little out of his sight. It was potentially disastrous of him to show you the appreciation he felt you deserved, and yet he was no longer certain of his normally unwavering self-control.

“I thought I might join you as I take a final look around the castle,” he explained, his eyes meeting yours in a hopeful gaze that was impossible for you to deny. Your lips curled into that beautiful smile once again, a nod of your head giving into him. He joined you at your side as the voice he’d missed across mere hours filled his ears once again.

“You may escort me back to my chambers, Ser Criston.” The smile on his face was unmistakable, a hopeful bubble rolling in his stomach at the mere thought of what you were intending by so clearly seeking him out. Still, he set a casual pace as the two of you walked, falling into your normal ease once again. “That is a fine fur you’ve been gifted with, Ser.”

“From your twin, m’lady,” he smiled, his head turning to meet your gaze momentarily. “While beautiful, I must admit a fox is a less impressive trophy than a large moose.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his flattery, his willingness to build your confidence, his acceptance of how you chose to live your life. While he expressed his unease and worry for your safety and future several times, he never seemed to push, seeming to understand your sense of adventure and that you could, certainly, control yourself. While the conversation flowed easily between the two of you like had become the norm between you, there was still a tension in the air – the tension of a kiss that didn’t happen. You took the longest route possible to return to your room, and once outside the familiar door, the conversation took a serious turn.

“The Princess received a raven this morning and we must begin our return to Kings Landing tomorrow,” he explained, the disappointment evident behind his voice and gaze. The frown that formed on your features immediately pulled at his heart, hating the feeling of being your source of disappointment. “But…she would like to invite you to be a guest of the crown this Spring, when the snow has lifted from Winterfell. Will you join us there for a tournament? I will partake and I would enjoy your favor.”

You blushed again and found a bashful giggle passing your lips, biting at your bottom lip lightly as you nodded in agreement. You turned your gaze to meet his, finding the excitement lightening his normal seriousness behind then, and you felt another moment of bravery, a moment you’d wished you’d had the night before. Reaching behind you you opened the door to your chamber, happy to immediately feel the heat from a recently-lit fireplace radiating from the room.

Stepping inside you beckoned him in, glad to see it didn’t require much convincing as he glanced around himself once more before following, closing the door quietly behind him. He was soon standing before you in front of the fireplace, the glow of the flames illuminating him in the most beautiful fashion.

"The Princess has requested my presence in the Spring..." you began, stepping closer to him as fixing your gaze on his once again. "But what of you, Ser Criston? Do you request my presence in the Spring?"

"I would request it sooner, m'lady," he explained quietly, giving into the feelings he was experiencing around you now that you were behind a closed door. His affectionate reply faltered your normally playful confidence and he found himself stepping forward to close the distance between the two of you. As he spoke next, you were already reaching for him before even being invited. "All the more reason for me to see you tonight."

Gently removing a gauntlet from his right hand, your eyes met his once again, dropping the heavy metal on the fur rug beneath your feet. The soft, cold skin of your hand greeted his in warmth as it soaked in the heat from his own skin, your fingers lacing between the two of you as he fought himself mentally, mind spinning with the possible consequences he could face if he gave into the desires you presented him with. Sensing his apprehension you rose on your toes to reach him, your lips covering his in an encouraging and earnest kiss. All rational thought melted at the softness of your lips against his.

He pulled his other gauntlet off himself then, desperate to cup your rosy cheeks between his hands as he returned your kiss, holding you to him as he fulfilled a waking dream that had clouded his mind for months. A happy sigh released from your chest and onto his lips as you felt him hold you close, the warmth radiating between the two of you as your hands found their way to the back of his head. Once they’d reached their destination your fingers laced into his slightly-curled locks, giving a light tug which you were rewarded for with a quiet, barely audible groan.

It was then he felt a bit too much of his remaining self-control falter, his hands sliding from your cheeks to slide under the thin robe covering your body, landing on your hips. The sheer material did very little to cover you from him and the warmth radiated from his hands against your cool skin, his fingertips digging in deeper as his tongue slipped into your mouth. The deepening kiss was too much for either of you to handle and in perfect synchronization you sank to your knees, following his lead as he pulled you to straddle his lap.

Ser Criston was not always talkative, and now was one of those moments as he focused his attention on enjoying this moment, on savoring what he'd craved since first seeing you all those months ago. Sliding his hands to push your night gown up your legs ever-so-slowly he took in the feeling of your soft skin beneath his fingertips, pulling back for a deep breath. As you took advantage of the moment to breathe he recovered quickly, immediately beginning to trail kisses down your neck.

The small whimpers that left your mouth put his mind in a fog, covering any voice within him that may had argued at the moment. Finding himself unable to resist curiosity again he leaned his head back to yours to reclaim your lips, slowly pushing your underwear to the side and running a finger along your slick folds, finding where all of the heat in your body remained. A groan left his lips again at the confirmation of how wet you were for him before he slipped that same finger into you experimentally, enjoying how you gasped against his lips but did not break the kiss.

All-too-soon he removed the singular digit, pulling away from your kiss to slide the finger into his mouth. A deep moan, combined perhaps with a growl, broke free of his chest as his eyes fluttered closed, savoring every drop you'd offered him. You were irresistible, almost as a forbidden fruit — he knew within his logical mind he could not have you and yet, he found it was the only thing he could yearn for. His mind flooded with scolding thoughts about his behavior, and yet he couldn't help but feel the action was worth it - no matter how badly it made him want more.

"You will be the end of me, m'lady," he cooed, leaning upward to press a kiss to your forehead before helping you back to your feet with him, making an obvious attempt to steady your breathing. As he escorted you to your bed he placed gentle kisses against your lips, desperately attempting to bury the thoughts that were begging to burst through again. "I will see you in just a few months' time, m'lady. Until the next."

With his absence, you immediately got to work rebuilding the emotional walls you usually fortified around yourself, unwilling to feel the emptiness and disappointment of him leaving in the morning. You would see Ser Criston again in the Spring.

Spring, 113 A.C., King's Landing

The half-a-year that passed before the Spring tournament in Kings Landing was excruciating, each day bringing a previously unimaginable level of longing forth in two people with weeks between them.

Ser Criston Cole was dutiful, as always, and fulfilled his vow to protect the crown day in and day out, but his duty was no longer the primary occupation of his mind. There was always the thought of you – always a reminder of your radiant smile, the whisper of your voice on the wind, the occasional mention of your House. Often, he wondered if thinking of you so often was his punishment for his temptation for you, because often it was akin to torture to have every moment so full of you, and yet so empty.

You’d never noticed how cold Winterfell truly was until Criston had left, taking with him what seemed like every bit of warmth. It went unnoticed by your family how frozen over you became, blatant and longer excursions into the forest becoming a pattern they were forced to adapt to. Time passed differently in the thick, lonesome darkness of the forest, and not knowing how long it had been since he had kissed you was often preferable. You were often desperate to forget how long you had to wait still to see him again.

It was the sweetest relief you had ever felt when Ser Grandin had announced the pair of you would set off for the journey to King's Landing in three days' time. When the raven arrived in the capital to announce that the young Lady of House Stark had embarked and was eager to join the Princess, Criston was present to hear the news. It was the most peaceful sleep he had been graced with in months to know you would be within his reach again soon enough.

It did anger him initially when the Princess flew on Syrax to a mid-way point to check-in with you and your Knight escort, because all his mind could focus on was the jealousy that filled him. When Rhaenyra returned to the castle and reported you were in good health and had bid her to tell him “Hello,” anger was the last thing on his mind. All he could think about from that day forward was the day he could return your greeting. The day you arrived is the day he knew his life was never going to return to what it had been before the young Prince’s name day.

It was the early hours of the morning when the call came to assemble in the throne room. Knowing what day had finally come made Criston rush through putting on his armor, wishing to get to his position as quickly as possible, unwilling to risk even a moment of missing you.

When your arrival was announced by Ser Grandin, your stomach was bubbling with excitement on the other side of the door, knowing you were about to see him again. When the door swung open for you and you stepped your way into the throne room, you were overjoyed to see that only a small assembly awaited you – with Criston within your sight immediately. It didn’t matter that he was covered by his helmet – it was him, you could run to him in seconds, and that was enough.

He could never forget how beautiful you were but seeing you again now it hit him all over again, the only image of you living in his memory. The familiar tightness in his chest returned as he took in everything about you, thankful his wandering eye was hidden from anyone who may be looking his way. You’d done the best you could in wearing your lightest gown, though your gowns had thus far been reserved exclusively for wear in the North, so even your lightest was too heavy. It trailed behind you, long and black, with your usual silver fox fur wrapped lightly around your shoulders, and your hair freshly washed and un-styled thanks to your travel with only a man. Criston preferred it this way and hoped it would remain such long enough for him to get you alone and run his fingers through it – though he knew it was doubtful.

You managed to resist averting your gaze to the one man you wanted to as you walked closer, ultimately sinking to a knee and bowing your head before the King with a light smile on your face. It made sense that your first smile would be for the King, but the jealous twist of Criston’s stomach was difficult for him to ignore – it should have been for him. When the King instructed you to rise Rhaenyra stepped forward, extending her arms to you for a light embrace. Being a Targaryen and being able to have and do exactly what you wanted was something Criston was finally growing to understand the envy of.

“Ser Criston,” came the familiar low grumble of Ser Grandin beside him, an impressively quiet arrival for such a large man. His voice remained quiet, reserved only for the member of the Kingsguard. “My Lady bids you good morning and wishes you well in the events today.”

Criston, once again glad for his helmet, smiled in content, reminded that no matter how important the people you currently held conversation with were, to you the best thing about being here was being close to him again. Absent-mindedly he took a step forward toward you before remembering himself, stepping back beside the Northern Knight. Instead, he settled on a quiet voice, taking what he could from what was presented to him. “Did she travel well, Ser Grandin?”

A barely-there laugh sounded in the other man, his tone mockingly annoyed. “She traveled well and eager. I could hardly get her to take a day of rest. Without me, she’d have arrived a week ago.”

He wouldn’t get a moment alone with you before the day began, but he was thankful for at least a moment with Rhaenyra, who had expressed that he should request your favor for the tournament. She had insisted on the matter, in fact, stating that it would be an excellent sign of friendship between the Crown and the North. When Ser Criston rode the first round of the tournament and won (naturally), he brought his horse around to where you now sat next to the Princess.

Helmet removed as he approached, he could now look you straight in the eye for the first time in half-a-year, and the simple action knocked the wind from him more than any lance could. A small smile played on his lips as he held your gaze, if only for a moment too long.

“My Lady,” he greeted, bowing his head slightly. The heat had created a layer of sweat over his skin, his hair slickening under his helmet, and the sight caused a blush to creep over your face. “It would be my honor to fight in your name today.”

The blush across your face deepened, a smile spreading just as quickly as you rose to your feet, walking to stand before the railing that separated you from him. Over the crowd, your verbal response was heard only from him. “If you are to fight in my name, Ser, then I should hope you win it all. I would hate for a loss to soil my name.”

The amused smile that spread across his features reached his eyes, a mischievous glimmer playing in the pools there. A stiff nod accompanied his words. “Yes, m’lady. I would not dream of tarnishing your good name with failure.”

As you reached for the longer of the two chains that hung around your neck, the contents at the end of the chain tucked within your dress, your eyes stayed locked with his in silent communication. There were no words to explain the happiness of seeing him once again, of feeling his gaze on you. You pulled the often-hidden necklace from your neck and handed it slowly to him, Criston immediately taking in the large tooth that was attached at the end.

“From my first kill,” was the simple explanation, the four words carrying enough weight for him to understand. This was important to you, and it was a much better token of your favor than any fine piece of fabric could be. Placing it around his own neck he tucked it under his armor, an appreciative smile falling on his features again.

“I will not disappoint, m’lady,” he promised, the glimmer in his eye growing with each second he looked at you. With a final smile he replaced his helmet, riding back to await his next round.

Losing was not an option for Ser Criston Cole during the day’s events. One could make a compelling argument that the man regularly went overboard on his opponents, none of them standing any real chance. The final round showed Ser Criston Cole facing the current Lord Bolton and remembering your former betrothed had belonged to that family, Criston took extra care to embarrass the man. The words he’d spoken to you rang through once more, his point proven – none of them were worthy of you.

Following the excitement was to be a celebratory feast in the castle with you as the guest of honor to the Crown and Ser Criston the winner of the day. As you made your way through the halls of the castle again beside your own escort again, you were soon in front of the door to your borrowed chambers for your time in the Capital. In front of your chambers, however, awaited the winner himself.

“I will take place at the end of the hall, my Lady,” Ser Grandin spoke, immediately turning to walk back to the end of the hall for a moment’s privacy between you and the Knight. As you rushed to close the distance between the two of you his helmet was removed, dropped to the floor with little care of the noise it would create as he welcomed you back into his arms.

The armor that separated him from you fully was an extreme annoyance but feeling held by him would have to be good enough, even if it was against metal. His forehead lowered to meet with yours in a tender gesture, both of you closing your eyes as a moment of peace finally passed over you.

“I have missed you, m’lady. You have haunted my every thought and dream since the moment I left you,” he whispered only for you, his hands sliding to your lower back to pull you closer.

“Each day was a week, and each week an eternity,” came the sweetest reply from you he could have imagined, his lips pressing to yours in a kiss while a quiet hum rang in his throat.

“The pain grew by the day,” he whispered, his lips moving against your skin as he found himself completely unwilling to pull away.

“I did not know a moment of true peace until I saw you this morning,” you admitted, finding sharing emotions with him came as naturally as breathing. Your own lips pressed against his nose gently, the soft action sending his senses alight. He stood there like that with you for so much longer than he should have, holding you and enjoying the mere fact of having you in his grasp again.

Eventually the light kisses to your forehead weren’t enough and he lowered his head to press his lips to yours softly in a chaste kiss, his hands sliding to hold the sides of your head gently. You returned his kiss happily, hands reaching to hold his wrists as a blissful sigh passed through your lips. He smiled into the kiss, pulling you closer momentarily before withdrawing, kissing your forehead once again as he went.

“If the Crown asks me what I would like for my win today, I will name you as my prize, m’lady,” he spoke, masking the honesty and yearning in his words with a lining of humor. “The Treasure of the North, all for myself.”

The laugh that fell from your lips was award enough for his efforts today, the light reaching your eyes as you stood on your toes to kiss him once more. You sank to your knees slowly and quietly, eyes never leaving his as your hand reached to grab the helmet he’d discarded to the ground before standing back up, placing the helmet back in his hand. “I will see you at the feast, Ser Criston.”

With a gentle squeeze to your hand, he fully released you, turning to exit down the hall as you stood in momentary silence before entering your borrowed chambers. After another cool bath to tame your body temperature you were joined by various handmaidens who all doted on perfuming and styling your hair, manicuring your fingernails, and helping you dress in a gown that had been sent by the Princess herself. Once the dress was secured and you were left alone to look at the results, you had to wonder if Rhaenyra had a plot of her own this evening.

The gown was so light and fine it seemed to flow about you almost as a liquid, the white fabric shimmering like snow with every movement you made. The arms and high collar were made up of a separate lace, sewn together by someone with care. Finally, a true sign of your house draped across your shoulders and upper back, the fur of a wolf shielding more of you from eyes that would pry.

“My Lady, the Crown will not thank you if you are late,” Ser Grandin’s rough voice greeted from behind you, his masked face waiting for you as you turned around. With a smile you clasped your hands together in front of you, eyes still shining with their normal mischief.

“Let us walk then, Ser,” you teased, your formal words pulling a laugh from your sworn protector’s chest as he held open the door for you. Once the two of you were well on your way to the gathering outdoors, he opted to voice his concerns with caution.

“You must be careful, my Lady,” he spoke plainly, knowing you would tell him to do so if he had asked permission. You turned your head upward to glance at him before carrying forward, waiting for him to continue. “That boy isn’t a nobody squire running around the halls of Winterfell, with only your father’s wrath to face. He’s a member of the Kingsguard, and Targaryens are not known for their forgiving nature.”

Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth your eyes glanced over to him, taking a deep breath to contemplate your words. “There’s no need to worry yourself. He is just nice company to keep, Ser Grandin.”

“Oh, he seems wonderful, my Lady,” he teased, leading you around the next corner. “The echoing sounds of your kissing in the hall behind me indicate he is very nice company indeed.”

A stifled giggle sounded from your lips as you shot him a pointed look which was met with nothing but the smallest smile as he walked through massive double doors to introduce you to those who had already assembled. When you followed behind you offered a small smile to the royal family, taking a knee and bowing your head slightly. With a delighted smile Rhaenyra invited you to rise and take the seat with her, and thus the feast could properly begin. It wasn’t long before the newest member of the Kingsguard removed his helmet, eyes meeting yours from across the room with a smile.

The feasts in Winterfell were never as lavish as anything the Red Keep could offer, and it was easy to indulge in the food and drink they had to offer to the point where when the dancing started, you were hardly sure if you could join. Rhaenyra insisted, of course, and as she was the heir to the throne it would not be wise to turn her down. Throughout the night you stole several looks at Criston whenever your eyes could find him, only to be pleased to find his eyes sought yours just the same. The stolen glances did not remain unnoticed, though the eyes that saw them did not care.

It was when he noticed the elder Lannister brother ask you for a dance that his fingers curled, hands balling into a fist as he watched you politely oblige the wealthy Lord – the wealthy Lord who could give you gowns, and castles, and children. Feeling the distaste that covered his face he placed his helmet back on, seething into the hot metal and unaware of the Princess as she joined at his side.

“The Lannisters may be wealthy, but they are certainly not graceful,” she joked, her eyes glancing upward toward the taller man. “You have no need to worry, Ser Criston. She seems quite taken with you, as well, I am certain your affections are returned.”

His helmeted eyes turned toward, his head facing her to communicate his seriousness. “I don’t have affections, Princess,” he responded coolly, turning his head forward again to watch your movements in secret. The Princess smiled, shaking her head slightly at his foolishness before facing forward herself.

“You should not lie to the Princess, Ser Criston. I must be able to trust you, after all,” she continued to joke, enjoying the subtle huff that sounded through the metal. The sound pulled a small laugh from her, the mischief glowing in her eyes as she pressed on. “You could just admit it, you know. I am someone who understands that cruelties of obligation.”

He did want to admit it. In his heart and mind, he knew that you were the answer to a question he’d long been asking, the tightening in his chest every time he thought of you confirming you were the woman meant for him. He had fallen for you in just over a year since he’d met you, your simple existence haunting his dreams and tormenting every waking moment of his life with the sheer reminder of you, just out of reach. And here now he wanted to admit it more – to stand on a table and proclaim his love for you; to grasp you away from the Lannister who was stalking around you like prey; to announce to the world that you were his. The woman to his side just served as a reminder as to why he could not.

“It is an honor to serve the Crown, Princess,” he attempted to bury it all again, only managing to pull his eyes away from you for a moment. The longer he dwelled on you, the more his mind strayed to the fact that for the first time since being chosen for his position he wanted to break the most important vow he’d ever made.

“It is a shame, then,” she started, finishing her drink as the Lannister placed his hands on your shoulders in an affectionate gesture. “There is a large bear in the Crownlands that must be handled. I had hoped to send you to address the task…with the assistance of our guests from the North. They are used to animals of its size, and her wolf could prove a worthy hunting companion.”

He was thankful once again for his facial coverings, knowing his mouth fell open slightly as he turned to look at the Princess, who was already facing forward again with that same playful smile on her lips. There was nothing to mask the surprise in his voice. “You would send me away with her and her knight to hunt a bear?”

“Oh, Gods no, Ser Criston,” she replied, the appalled tone to her voice obviously false. “I would hope that he will stay behind and the two of you can handle the beast yourselves. He’d just slow you down.” A proper response evaded him, instead removing his helmet once more so she could see the emotions behind his expressive eyes, silently questioning and thanking simultaneously. “I will take that as a yes. You will leave tomorrow before I can change my mind.”

With that the Princess left his side, removing you from the Lannister’s grasp with the request of joining her for a walk in the gardens with your wolf before turning in for the night. The Lannister was clearly disappointed but bowed his head respectfully to both of you before departing. To Criston’s joy, he caught the way your lips moved in a simple “thank you” to the Princess, presumably for taking you away from the golden-haired man. Criston watched as Ser Grandin joined the two of you from behind and resigned to finishing the events in the hall, content with having his thoughts to himself for a moment. The moments passed quickly with you burned into his mind, and before long his feet had once again carried him to the door of your borrowed bedchamber, the older knight excusing himself at his arrival.

A light knock startled you from where you sat brushing your hair, but assuming something was needed from you from your knight you pulled the thin robe around yourself before walking to the door. Criston’s handsome face was a much more pleasant surprise, and you felt the smile spread across your face immediately. His head bowed slightly in respect, a light smile playing on his lips as his gaze found yours as soon as it could. “M’lady, forgive me for the intrusion so late.”

“Ser Criston, have you come to claim your prize from your win today?” Your playful question was enough to draw him closer to you, his cock beginning to strain slightly under pants and armor at the mere insinuation of your words. His hand found your hip as his eyes glanced the length of the hall again before he leaned forward, placing a small kiss to your lips.

“I have come to ask for your company on a hunt in the Crownlands,” he began, certain he needed to get the question out before the logical side of his mind could take over his decision-making process. “Princess Rhaenyra says there is a large bear that is becoming troublesome, and it is her opinion that you would be valuable to take along…as you are used to large bears in the North.”

The smile on your face softened a bit, your nose brushing against his as you stood on your toes to ensure your closeness to him. He took some of the strain off of you by wrapping an arm around your waist tightly, holding you up and against him as gently as he could. He was certain the expression in your eyes mirrored his own, and somehow the fact made everything significantly harder. “When would you be whisking me away, Ser?”

“It would be nice to leave the city before the sun rises, m’lady,” he started, his free hand sliding to cup your face and hold you closer. “It is my preference that the city is still asleep when we ride through it. I would worry myself sick about you if it were awake.”

A soft kiss from you silenced his anxiety, your gentle lips coaxing him back to calm as he returned it tenderly. You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from him, so you spoke your answer against his lips quietly. “I will go with you, Criston. I cannot worry myself over you getting eaten by a bear in your absence.”

Only hours would pass before you would be awoken by Grandin, the disapproval clear in his voice as he told you to get dressed and quietly join him in the hall. As the two of you walked through the castle together, he felt it was his duty to try to persuade you back into reason before he accepted your mind was made up, instead choosing to focus his time on giving you additional hunting pointers. The walk was leisurely in the early morning, and as Criston waited to be reunited with you, he waited in agony. These hours passing without you served as a taste of how it would be when you were taken back to the North, away from him again, and the thought was already plaguing him.

He’d almost convinced himself that you weren’t coming, imagining foolish scenarios where your other suitor from the evening had made his way into your chambers. It was a relief when you approached in the dark, a long and hooded cloak covering your body to conceal who was sneaking about the Red Keep at this hour. It made his stomach warm to think that you’d gone to all the trouble for him.

“Good morning, m’lady,” he greeted softly with a smile, his expression doing nothing to hide how happy he was to see you. Shrouded by the darkness and the stable walls he walked forward to claim your face in his hands, placing a much-needed kiss to your lips while his thumbs brushed over your cheeks. “You’re confident you still want to join me?”

His lips were still so close to yours they brushed yours as he spoke, and he could feel the smile that formed at his questioning. “Yes, Ser Criston. You’re not getting rid of me now.”

“I should hope not,” he relented, reaching to press his lips to your forehead. His thumbs brushed against your cheeks still, and you hoped that soon you’d be alone once more and able to feel the warmth of his skin against yours.

“Grandin left with Man Eater hours ago. They will meet us at the tree line, and he’ll return to the castle to guard my door for a few days…I am terribly ill and should not be disturbed, after all. The Southern heat getting to my delicate Northern self,” you explained, pressing your lips to his nose gently before pulling away. Climbing onto the horse waiting for you, already saddled and loaded with gear thanks to the man before you, you adjusted your hood to cover more of your face and waited for him to join.

The two of you set off before the sun had painted the sky, intent on making your way through the city before its inhabitants began bustling for the day. You were quiet while in the city, silently passing bread, fruits and cheeses back and forth along with your stolen glances. Once free from the clutter of the city and prying eyes, you were able to lower your hood and turn your head to meet his gaze fully with a smile.

“I am relieved to be alone with you again, m’lady,” he admitted, the seriousness that normally laced his tone still present but lighter now that he was removed from his responsibilities. You pulled the horse you sat atop to a slow stop, waiting for him to mimic the action. As he stopped and turned to face you, he was greeted with you removing the thick cloak, revealing the plain white blouse that you’d surely stolen from a brother and tight riding pants that hugged your waist. While the lack of armor showed more of a risk than he was comfortable with when it came to you, he was appreciative to see you how you were the most comfortable in the golden light of the morning sun.

Once you’d met with your trusted protector and reunited with your closest companion, Ser Grandin excused himself back toward the city as the new trio made their way into the trees, disappearing from prying eyes for however long you could get away with. The two of you rode that way for hours, side by side as you discussed your childhoods, your passions, your hatred. Criston found that these conversations only made him fall for you even more, the person hiding far beneath the surface deserving of much more than the world could offer you.

And for you, Criston represented everything you had dreamt of for your life. He had seen so much in his time in combat, already seen far more of Westeros than you probably ever would, and now held the opportunity to live a comfortable life alongside the Crown. He was charming, and consistently attentive to you as you spoke, his eyes giving away how entranced he was by your stories and his smile confirming his growing affection. You were the new center of his world, and he was unsure if he was willing to allow it to be off-balance ever again – he needed you to ground him.

The conversation was effortless as always and it seemed like no time at all before the sky began to redden, the sun beginning to set. As you dismounted your horse to set up camp with Criston in a small clearing you sent Man Eater out to hunt, keen on having him return to camp before it got terribly late. As Criston set in on the tent assembly you excused yourself to hunt for dinner, managing to bring three rabbits and some berries back to the camp in what seemed like no time at all. To your surprise, only one tent was raised – though you didn’t mention it. After nurturing a fire together and finishing a perfectly roasted dinner the two of you sat leaned against a large rock, a thick fur beneath you for comfort as you soaked in the warmth from the fire and one another. Eventually you leaned against him, soothed by the crackling of flames and warmth, only to be pushed away gently.

“I’ll…remove my armor, m’lady,” he stated, his words soft and gentle as his eyes met yours. Your bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you shook your head slightly, your hands slowly reaching forward to remove one of his gauntlets as it had already done so many months ago. His eyes stayed transfixed on yours as you began to work the armor free from his body, eventually leaving him clad in only a loose white shirt and black pants.

It was a test of his will to not claim your lips in his once again as those tender moments passed. Your soft hands lingered in too many places he wanted them to stay longer, his mind alight with the possibilities of being alone with you, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to silence his mind forever in this setting.

But it was your eyes – so soft and sincere and content to drink in every new inch of him that was exposed by the discarding of armor – that made him lean down to press a kiss to your lips. With no one else around to hear his words, he whispered against your lips the confession that had tormented him for so many months. “M’lady,” he began, the slight shake to his voice already showing itself despite his best efforts. “I must admit that you have plagued my thoughts all of these many months since we first met. It is causing me much grief; despite the happiness you bring me. I have never before questioned my vow the way I do now with you.”

Your hands found their way to either side of his face, the stubble growing there scratching against your thumbs as you ran them across the expanses of his cheeks. A sympathetic nod encouraged him to continue, his nerves faltering at your gentle demeanor. He swallowed noticeably, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he had ever spoken about his emotions like this with someone before. “I think of you every waking moment, and as if that is not enough torment itself, you also walk through my very dreams every night. Meeting you so many months ago…it has set my heart and soul on a path I fear I can never stray from.”

The smile that grew on your lips and reached your eyes was enough to comfort his busy mind, and when you leaned forward to press your forehead to his in his favorite intimate gesture, any resolve he had left melted away for whatever time the two of you would be allowed to share during the hunt. Tipping his head slightly his nose bumped against yours, eliciting a small laugh from your lips that could soothe even the wildest of dragons. Your voice was all cool and collected, a contrast to the burning fire felt in his chest at the closeness to you, at his untamed desire for you.

“I have heard it said often that one should not travel alone,” you began, choosing your words carefully as his lips gravitated toward yours ever-so-slowly. He was so close that when you spoke next, your lips lightly brushed against his – only coaxing him closer and closer to collapse. “Perhaps it is a good thing I have started down this path with you, as well, Ser Criston.”

It almost pulled a whine from his chest, the tenderness you displayed for him – the continued proving of his suspicion that he was brought into existence to love you. The curve of your lips in a smile was felt against his, your eyes gazing into his and sparkling like something forbidden. He spoke barely above a sigh, his mind more focused on other tasks for his mouth than talking. “You are a temptress, m’lady…”

His lips claimed yours then, swallowing the soft sound of approval that passed in the brief moment before you returned his heated kiss. His hands finally claimed your hips, pulling you against him firmly as goosebumps raised over his arms, the quiet whine now releasing from his lips at the feeling of you against him. Noticing your strain to reach him, he sank back to the ground, pulling you with him until you were straddled in his lap comfortably.

This was the first kiss that had been allowed to grow to this intensity between the two of you and was perhaps the first kiss in your life to leave you as breathless as this with a pounding heart. Sensing your need for air he released your lips, opening his eyes to appreciate the red hue to your cheeks before he began to lower his head, trailing gentle kisses down the soft skin of your neck. One of his hands hesitantly slid to start at the laces of your shirt and when you didn’t stop him, he continued until they had been worked free. His slow movements were soon mirrored by you and eventually snowballed until the only clothing that remained were thin undergarments, most of your skin barred to the cool night air.

He leaned you backward then, taking place between your thighs as he desperately sought your lips again, his tongue taking advantage of the quiet moan that left your lips to slip into your mouth. The heat pooling at your core so intensely it was making you desperate for friction, a sentiment echoed by him. Experimentally he ground his hips down into yours, his throbbing erection growing impossibly harder at just the feeling of rubbing against you. A newfound impatience overtaking him he thrust the black hose you still wore down your legs with one hand, seeking to reconnect his hand with your core immediately. He was encouraged by the soft moan the fell from your lips, your eyes opening to soak in the enamored look he gave you.

Running a thick finger through your drenched folds he ran his tongue over his lips, eyes transfixed on your face as he dipped the same finger into your awaiting hole just slightly. A quiet whimper and the gentle bucking of your hips into his hand encouraged the finger to sink in deeper, the solitary digit welcomed by warm, tight walls that were so sensitive they clenched around him tighter and tighter. When there was nothing more for him to add he curled the finger slightly, seeking to rub against the sensitive patch within you he knew was there from prior experience with women – all while he lowered his head to press gentle kisses across the expanse of your chest.

When he sucked the first of your nipples into his mouth the tip of his finger brushed against the spot, and his name passed through your lips in a reverent moan, a tone that would replay in his mind forever. Suckling the sensitive bud into his mouth he began to pump his finger into you, eyes flickering up to ensure your face displayed no hesitancy still, only to be met with your head thrown back in bliss. He knew, though, that he could do better – that he could bring you to the depths of pleasure that you deserved.

Releasing the hardened nipple from his mouth and moving to place a gentle kiss to the other, his kisses found the perfect trail down your soft skin by way of your stomach before he reached your hips, pressing a light kiss to each of them as well. With one last glance to your face, he lowered his head, almost hesitantly running his flattened tongue through your folds and to your clit and waiting for you to respond. The response he earned by the simple motion was almost a scream, your hands immediately grasping at the back of his head and fingers entangling in his curls. He couldn’t hold back the smile that formed on his face briefly before he continued in his chosen task, removing his finger to carry on how he wanted.

Running his tongue back through your folds he prodded at your tight entrance, licking around the hole to savor every bit of your honey-sweet nectar that had dripped from you for him. His hand slid higher to connect his thumb to your swollen clit, rubbing a gentle circle on the sensitive nub as his tongue fucked into you desperately, no taste of you enough to satiate his hunger. Your moans were readily soaked in by his ears, his quiet groans against you in response sending vibrations to your body that had your walls clenching around his tongue faster than anticipated.

Your thighs came in closer to his head, holding him where you needed him most as they began to shake on either side of him, your fingers clutching his hair tighter. As your breaths shortened and became laced – each one of them – with quiet moans at the end he knew his tongue was bringing you to ecstasy and his cock continued to grow harder in his underpants. His thumb rubbed more intense circles around your clit as his free hand reached to push the restraints down, moaning against you at his throbbing cock finally being free.

Pulling back slightly and reaching to suck your clit into his lips gently he began to jerk his cock hard, uncaring about the act itself and only focused on being able to reach euphoria with you. A whimper from your lips communicated your disappointment and his resolve nearly melted before he spoke. “I…want to finish with you, my love. Please…just hold on for another moment for me.”

Despite the frustration of remaining with one foot off the cliff and wanting to complete the dive, you did your best to hold on for him, fixating your eyes on his and silently communicating all of the thoughts you wished you could speak aloud. He connected his mouth with you again when he felt himself approaching the edge, rubbing your clit once again as his tongue fucked into you, desperate to drink whatever you would offer him for his efforts.

“Criston…I…I can’t…I have to…” you panted, your nails digging into his scalp slightly as you fought hard to remain composure so you could fulfill his desires. He nodded the slightest confirmation he could, glad once again to be alone with you as your moan echoed through the trees for him. Your thighs shaking again, your walls clenched around his tongue as he began to spill his seed into the furs, unbothered by the mess he was creating as he drank every bit of your orgasm from you.

When both of you had finished and exchanged several bashful glances and kisses, an unspoken adoration passing between the two of you, he rose to his feet with you in his arms to carry you toward the tent. It was at that moment Man Eater emerged from the shadows to tuck himself outside of the tent for the night, the sight a comfort as Criston laid you atop the elaborate arrangement of furs he’d laid before you. As you continued to fight for a steady breath, he laid behind you, pulling you back against him and nestling your body into the curve of his. As he had always suspected, your bodies fit together like art, and soon the most peaceful sleep of your memories passed over you both as a final kiss was pressed to your shoulder.

It came as no surprise when it only took a day to be successful in the hunt, the three of you becoming the perfect hunting team and taking down a particularly large and nasty bear with seeming ease. Both of you elected to camp again for the night, using the excuse that it was unsafe to ride through the night – though the truth was soon revealed as the activities from the night before repeated themselves, only changing to include you accepting as much of his cock into your throat as you could take. At that point he already held no doubt that he could never be without you again, but when you’d elected to swallow his seed – holding him to you with your hands on the backs of his thighs – he decided you were with whatever turmoil was going to come his way due to his actions.

The following morning the two of you had set out once again, returning to the Red Keep under the cover of darkness with the bear’s head and pelt carried by your horses, a vibrant glow on both of you covered by armor and cloaks again. Returned to his duties he immediately began to wish he could have prolonged the hunt with you, because from the moment Princess Rhaenyra heard you returned to the castle, he could not get a moment alone with you – and such was the trend for days. The tension began to build in the air around the two of you soon, and you knew that Rhaenyra had to have taken notice of the stolen glances when she would choose to ask you once again if anything interesting had happened on the hunting trip.

“It is treason to lie to the heir to the throne, you know,” she joked one evening over a private dinner with you, her eyes flashing with knowing mischief that matched her smile. With a quiet sigh and a giggle, you shook your head, taking another drink of the rich Southern wine in front of you as you met her gaze.

“I have often heard it said it rude to share ones’ personal…happenings with others, your Grace,” you replied coolly, your eyes meeting hers and communicating your shared playfulness. She raised an eyebrow knowingly and smiled, raising her glass slightly before leaning back in her seat. The words would remain unspoken, and whatever assumption the Princess made may have been wrong – but ultimately, any exaggeration would not remain untrue for long.

When she excused herself to her bedchamber for the evening, she requested for your sworn protector to join her, stating she had begun to feel comfort around the man. Not one to refuse the Crown or a friend you gave in immediately, and though you were believed to set off for your own bedchamber – Rhaenyra called over her shoulder before her exit the directions to get you to your true desired location. Without so much as a second thought you found yourself rushing to Criston’s door, eager to reunite with him privately again.

The light knock against his door pulled him from his bed with a groan, expecting to be forced to return to his duty far sooner than intended and with far less sleep than needed. Bare feet carried him to the door as he pulled a shirt over his head, fingers adjusting his hair into a more presentable state before he swung the door open. Rather than a handmaiden or knight, he was greeted with the face of the one person his chest swelled to see.

Your hair was completely untamed, wild around you in a way that indicated you’d attempted to sleep as well, only to be met with unease. The long gown you’d been gifted to sleep in was more like something from your own home in color – silver – but it was so light and thin it was almost like there wasn’t anything there at all. Seeing your wide, wondrous eyes staring up at him with desire just outside of his door was the final spark needed for the flame that had been forming for over a year now to engulf him.

His hands reached for you before he could give himself the chance to be talked out of it, pulling you into his chambers and against his chest as he connected his lips to yours. Wrapping an arm around your waist and holding you against him he smiled into the kiss as he reached his free hand to lock the door. Your voice was already breathless and light, quiet and unsure in a way he hadn’t heard from you before.

“I couldn’t stay away,” you confessed on his lips, leaning your head back as he began to trail his kisses to your jaw, breathing in the combined smells of florals and furs that was so entirely you.

“I didn’t want you to, m’lady,” he confirmed, sitting on the bed when it hit the backs of his knees and lifting you to sit in his lap. Straddling his thick thighs required the gown to slide up your body, baring your thighs to him once again which were quickly claimed by his hands with a firm squeeze. His hands trailed up, sliding until they cupped your breasts eagerly. “What can I do for you, my treasure? What brings you here at this hour?”

As his thumbs lightly feathered over your hardening nipples you gasped, your eyes wide and dark with lust as they met his gaze again. He brought his lips to yours in a soft kiss, encouraging a response from you, needing to hear the confirmation of your desires. Your voice was already little more than a whimper, the intensity of his gaze alone enough to melt you. “Your tongue is better suited to occupations other than speaking, Ser Criston.”

Your gentle teasing pulled a laugh from him, the words you’d chosen enough. Desperate to be reunited with the taste of you he grasped your hips, lifting you once again to push you down onto the bed on your back, pulling you so your lower half was barely on the soft fabric. He stood for a moment still, pulling his shirt back over his head and tossing it to the side with little regard as to where it landed. Your gown would have to be removed eventually, but for now he was content to roll it up to your waist as he sank to his knees on the hard ground.

Suddenly shy again you kept your legs together, a quiet gasp falling from your lips as he leaned forward to run his warm lips up your right leg, his left hand following suit on the other. When he reached your knee, he gave a light nudge to push them open as he pressed a kiss just above your knee, silently begging for access. When your legs fell open at his bequest he inhaled, running his lips up your thigh as he sought out your already-dripping cunt. Keeping his right hand on its hold at your hip, his left found your core first, his index finger sliding against your folds tenderly to gather up the slick that had begun to pool between your legs.

“All this for me?” he pondered, trailing his kisses higher and higher as his finger barely dipped into you. A quiet moan slipped from your lips at the slight entry, a broken plea spoken into the night. You felt his lips curve into a smile as he placed another kiss tenderly against your thigh before turning his head to flick his tongue across your swollen clit as he buried the remainder of his finger in you.

His name fell from your lips again, louder this time, and was thanked with a groan of his own as he connected his lips around your clit, sucking gently on the sensitive nub as his finger curled within you. His new driving force found in hearing you come undone for him, he set out on his task with insatiable enthusiasm. Adding a second finger to you slowly elicited another gasp from you, his thick fingers beginning to work you open as his lips sucked against your clit gently, his tongue flicking in perfect sync with the movement of his fingers. You’d missed his mouth on you and it took no time with the combination of his fingers to make your thighs begin to shake, your breaths coming breathy as you approached an orgasm.

“C-Criston, please…” you whined, your eyes rolling into your head as he removed his fingers, making your upset at the loss of him known. He moved his hands quickly to flip you over, adjusting your position so you stayed up on your hands and knees while he pushed a pillow under your face.

“Bite, my love,” he instructed, brushing the hair out of your face and ensuring you’d still be able to breathe. “We can’t wake the castle while I drink everything I can from you.”

Any negativity you’d felt at the loss of his fingers was soon buried as he dipped his head again, licking a thick stripe against your folds before fucking his hot tongue into your leaking cunt. His fingers that were still slickened with your arousal reached around to rub your clit as he groaned into you, savoring how sweet you were for him and falling impossibly harder for you knowing that seeing you like this was a privilege all to himself. With his objective in sight, he wasted no time tipping you over the edge, grasping at your thigh as you gave him exactly what he wanted yet again.

His tongue eagerly swept up every bit of your nectar that he could find before he sucked against your clit once more, his eyes seeking to connect with yours as he flipped you over again. Instead of being met by your gaze he was gifted with the look on your face as you glowed with pleasure for him, your eyes closed in euphoria as your chest fought to catch breath. A gently placed trail of kisses to your lips gave you the time you needed, and by the time he reached your lips he was desperate. Your hand reached to find the laces of his pants and instead found his hands already there, untying and working to free himself of the restraints.

As you began to remove yourself from under him, intent on crawling down his body to wrap your lips around him once again, one of his hands reached to still your movements, pushing against your chest lightly to keep you lying back against the bed. His voice was barely above a growl as he gave into the desires he had vowed not to. “It’s not enough.”

Biting at your bottom lip as he stood from the bed to remove his pants your eyes found his again, the gentle affection blossoming in them enough to reaffirm the decision he’d made. Crawling onto the bed and back between your legs he pressed several gentle kisses to your lips as one of his hands cradled the side of your face.

“I would have never taken my vow had I known you were in the world,” he breathed, his forehead leaning against yours in the intimate gesture that was becoming a repeated motion for the two of you. As both of your eyes fluttered closed, he reached to rub the head of his cock against your folds, gathering up enough slick to well lubricate himself.

“Whether you take me or not,” you began, your voice laced with a quiet whine as he continued to rub his cock around your entrance, his breaths becoming heavier as his mind became fogged by you. “I am yours, Criston.”

The vow that fell from your lips shattered any promise he’d made before you, slipping into you without another thought with a quiet groan as his lips connected with yours. You returned his kiss the best you could as you gasped, feeling him stretch your walls as he exercised just a bit more patience to claim each inch of you slowly. Stretching your walls inch by inch he soothed you with soft kisses, quietly muttering praises as he worked his way into your impossibly tight cunt.

“All mine,” he finally confirmed as he bottomed out within you, moving to press his lips to your forehead as he stopped his movements to give you any time you needed to adjust. As one of his hands found your hip the other slid up your body until it rested at the side of your neck, holding you close as he finally fulfilled what he most desired.

It took a moment, but finally your body gave into him and relaxed, one of your legs moving to wrap around your waist to encourage him in just slightly deeper. The simple action brought forth a groan from his chest as he ground his waist against yours, desperate for movement between the two of you. His lips lowered to yours again as he slowly dragged his cock out of you to the head before tenderly sliding back into your wet heat. As his tongue dove into your mouth, he swallowed the moan that came from your chest, his hand on your hip grasping tighter and he repeated the motion again.

After several slow, rhythmic thrusts the head of his cock found the extra sensitive, spongy patch deep within you that elicited his name from your lips. Finding the spot several more times caused your walls to tighten around him slightly, his control faltering as he pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath as he stilled for a moment. His voice was low and breathless as he slowly circled his hips again, grinding down into you rhythmically.

“No one will keep you from me,” he promised, his new vow spoken into the night and followed by a groan as he increased his pace into your dripping cunt again. Sliding the hand that rested on your neck up further and into your hair he pulled you into another kiss, a breathy groan covering your lips as your walls tightened around him again. “Fucking…exquisite,” he breathed out, his other hand sliding to raise one of your legs over his shoulder. The deeper angle pulled a deeper, more primal groan from his chest as he seemed to push in impossibly deeper. “Oh, gods, I could bury myself in you every day…”

You found yourself unable to respond to his praise with adequate words, instead thanking his kindness and showing your appreciation of the new angle by moaning his name and nodding in agreement. Tightening his hold on your ankle and burying his face in your neck he began to thrust into you again, releasing a wanton groan into your neck as his lips curved into a small against your skin. A shaking hand belonging to you raised to push his chin up, claiming his lips in a kiss again before your fingers slid back into his hair. The heat of your kiss melted his smile and was returned with immediate passion, as would every kiss you offered him from there forward.

As your thighs began to shake around him again and your walls squeezed him slightly tighter, your breaths becoming more desperate, he knew the end was approaching for you just as it was for him. As he removed his lips from your kiss to lean his forehead against yours once again, he was greeted with the ethereal sight of you glowing for him, your mouth falling open in bliss as he slid a hand to connect a thumb to your clit and rub leisurely circles.

“Criston…I…”

“Yes, my love,” he moaned, picking his pace up again as he nodded, breathing out heavy onto your lips. His thumb began to work faster circles on your swollen clit as he positioned his cock to slide against the sweet patch within you, pressing gentle kisses to your lips as he coaxed another orgasm from you. He knew it was wrong, completely so, and yet he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering toward a future of possibilities, of the possible consequences of his broken vow; of watching you swell with his child. As your walls clenched him impossibly tighter your orgasm washed over you, your combined moans were swallowed by his kiss as he spilled himself within you, unable to hold himself back.

When he’d finished painting your quivering walls he leaned his forehead down against your shoulder, holding himself up so he didn’t crush you but clearly unwilling to pull away from you. His mind wandered to the possibility of soon seeing you swell with what would be his bastard child, and he immediately felt guilty knowing that you deserved far better than the life of a woman with a bastard child. Even still, he couldn’t deny the truth that was that he wanted to see you birth his child – a thought that had him leaning to press repeated kisses against your lips in adoration.

Though he still fought for completely normal breath, his new vow was spoken with purpose and taken as gospel by the one person he could truly ever devote himself to.

“I will find a way for us to truly be together, my love. I swear it.”

masterlist.

#ser criston cole #criston cole #criston cole x reader #criston cole smut #criston cole fanfiction #house of the dragon smut #house of the dragon fanfiction

589 notes · View notes

mitsua · 19 days

Text

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff

Series: 𝐁𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐍𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚

Y/n's: . . . GN!

Words count: 494

We're both sleeping on the couch

It's been a tough day at Izuku's work as the #1 hero of Japan, just as each day was. With a slight difference that almost costs your relationship.

It was as if every bad thought he might have had for the past years just became truth in one day.

So to say he was far beyond exhausted was an understatement. He kindly let you know he'd be coming home later than usual (said usual normally being 12a.m.), so you could sleep without worrying.

How could you not worry about him if his voice over phone sounded so rough, raspy and tired with everything he might be living in those offices right now?

This made you remember every time Midoriya got his way out of reunions or late nights to be with you for at least some hours when you called him and expressed your fatigue.

You would not leave him at his own now. Not ever.

So you quickly glanced at the clock as you said your goodbyes and ended the call. 9:48 p.m.

Yeah you could do something about it.

You arrived at his agency half an hour later, with a bigger than usual bag and a blanket perfectly folded under your free arm which helped you open the gigantic glass doors which welcomed any citizen that might be in trouble along the best heroes of the country.

This entrance always gave you chills as you recalled when Izuku spent days and days deciding how to decorate his agency in a way it felt comfortable with everyone, yet it got some of his unique traits like some walls were green-coloured.

You had to take the elevator once the secretary recognized you as his boss's partner.

Finally, opening the last door was a relief for you, but a surprise for your freckled-fiancé. His face changing from confusion to happiness to confusion again since he told you not to worry about him.

"Wha-Why?" he asked, his finger pointing at the things you were carrying, his other hand still with yesterday's and today's patrol reports he had to review.

"Let me tell you a little story about a boy who used to listen to a certain person whining about their day when they were younger, I really admire that boy 'cause he did everything he could no matter what the time or weather was, he'd go with them and accompany them by himself". You said smiling all the way to the wood table his grand officine had, starting to pull out some plastic cutlery and tuppers with fresh food, then, extending the blanket at the couch infront of it all.

Izuku had left all his work by now to stare at your gentle gestures, the care that you held while putting perfectly everything in place for a little time off for yourselves. He had never felt fuller than now, finding comfort in your acts, he let himself drown in this love of yours.

Written by: Mitsua (Credit to their respective owners of the pictures and tagged series' character)

104 notes · View notes

jenlrossman · 7 months

Text

Tuvix as a metaphor for Janeway's mindset throughout Voyager

When Tuvok and Neelix merged into a new individual after a transporter malfunction, Tuvix was born. Possessing a combination of the memories and personalities of his component parts while still being his own unique self, Tuvix quickly proved he was more than just a transporter accident, showing he had potential to find his place among the crew of Voyager and settle in to this new normal.

And when Janeway learned of a way to separate him, bringing back Tuvok and Neelix, Tuvix was killed. Against his wishes, against the doctor's ethical subroutines, Tuvix was killed.

I'm not going to discuss whether or not this was right. That's an entirely different subject that many people have debated ad nauseam.

I just want to talk about how the decision to kill Tuvix and bring back Tuvok and Neelix might actually be the defining moment in developing Kathryn Janeway's mindset for the rest of the series. The sometimes questionable mindset best described as

"There's the right way, the wrong way, and the Janeway."

To Captain Janeway, Tuvix is a problem to solve. He is the thing standing in the way of the status quo, the thing preventing her from seeing her loved ones again.

She says as much, when Kes is expressing reservations about developing feelings for Tuvix and says she hasn't given up on the idea of him being separated.

You’re experiencing what people on this crew have been going through since we first got stranded in this quadrant. Do we accept that we're separated from our loved ones forever, or do we hold onto the hope that someday we'll be with them again?

Tuvix, therefore, is a physical representation of being stuck in the Delta quadrant. He is the thing preventing them from being with their loved ones, and she might not be able to get everyone home right now if ever, but she's going to do everything she can to see Tuvok and Neelix again.

Whether or not it is right for her to kill Tuvix, that isn't as important to her as proving—to herself and to her crew—that she is going to do anything she can to get them home, and killing him is a symbolic representation of that.

We see this mindset continue throughout the series, and the Lower Decks episode Twovix gives us some great examples.

While most of the crew is dealing with another transporter malfunction, Boimler and Rutherford are dealing with holographic representations of various things the Voyager crew encountered. And they just happen to be some of Janeway's greatest hits… Or misses.

Michael "delete the wife" Sullivan—Janeway's holographic Irish boy toy, who she widowed and altered to suit her preferences even though those episodes deal with the possibility of all holograms having a chance to achieve sentience

The macrovirus—which was dealt with by Janeway unleashing it on a crowd of (again, possibly sentient?) holograms

The personification of fear—the clown who was defeated when Janeway went so far to save her crew that she literally made the concept of fear afraid of her

Chaotica—Janeway didn't particularly want to play the role of Queen Arachnia but she got very into it because when push comes to shove, she really doesn't mind being the villain if it means protecting her crew

And of course, the Borg…

The series finale of Voyager is the ultimate example of the "anything to see our loved ones again" mindset Janeway shows in Tuvix.

Voyager gets home. It takes 23 years, but they get home.

However, Seven is lost along the way, Chakotay dies after reaching earth, and the delay in getting home has exacerbated Tuvok's Vulcan equivalent of Alzheimer's to the point that he is not himself anymore.

Three of the most important people in her life, gone.

So what does she do? Of course she doesn't accept that, she can't, she never has been able to.

Kathryn Janeway goes back in time, erases the lives of everyone in the universe to rewrite history on her terms, she defeats the goddamn Borg—just to see them again.

And of course she does it herself. As we learned in Tuvix when the doctor refuses to separate him, Janeway doesn't care. She'll do it all herself, ethical consequences be damned, she just needs everyone she loves to get back to the Alpha quadrant.

So whether or not it was right to separate Tuvix, it doesn't matter. The right way, the wrong way, none of that matters. Not to her, not as long as doing things the Janeway gets everyone she cares about home safely.

#star trek #voyager #star trek voyager #janeway #kathryn janeway #captain janeway #tuvix #twovix #lower decks #Star Trek lower decks #my literary analysis

366 notes · View notes

frost-link · 11 months

Text

Silly Sidon Headcanons with their S/O

(I appreciate all of the love I've been getting on my posts, it means a lot that people are really reading what I have to write! I'll continue to respond to asks in order starting tomorrow! Thanks to everyone who sent in a request! I look forward to responding to all of them! In the meantime, please have this! Nothing serious, just silly ideas that crossed my mind!)

Even as the now noble King of the Zora, you'll find that outside of his duties, he's nothing more than a bubbly child at heart when it's just the two of you.

Sidon will give you the cheesiest pickup lines and think that he just said the smoothest thing ever. "You got some-fin special about you!" Sidon would say with a cheeky grin.

Since Sidon is usually busy, he wants his time with you to be special. Sidon will over arrange the perfect date for you both. He will even go as far as ordering one of his guards to make sure the area he wants to take you is in pristine condition. He's got everything made out to be perfect. The exact timing of the date, where the sun is setting over one of the lakes with a picnic already set up before you both even get there. This Zora wants to make sure you know how loved you are by him.

Whenever you both go out to the Reservoir, he'll notice that you're distracted and immediately dunk you into the water to surprise you. He claims that "You have to look out for any and all surprises when you're out by the water!" was his reasoning for doing so. In reality, he just thinks it's hilarious to see you being so surprised, just so you can give him a dirty look and do it back to him when he's least expecting it.

Sidon will always try to find a way to impress you. If you're out by water, he'll do some tricks in the water. "(Y/n)!! Did you see me??" He would call out with light in his eyes after doing a graceful dive into the water.

When Sidon is busy thinking of what trick to do next, you surprise splash him with water which spooks him! Oh you poor innocent soul... You've engaged in a splash war with a Zora who can manipulate water itself! The king too of all Zoras! You're doomed!!

If you guys are just at the Domain, he'll sometimes want you to watch him spar with Link or Bazz just so he can show off to you.

Along with the cheesy pickup lines, you have to have the full package! Dad jokes!! Sidon is the master at dad jokes, they are so awful that you can't help but laugh at each one of them. "What did the ocean say to another? Nothing! It just waved!" Sidon would cackle at his own joke.

Whenever Sidon sees a shiny trinket, he'll collect it and give it to you. You have a collection at this point!

In return, you will go out hunting for the finest fish you can find outside the Domain and present it to him. To Sidon, this is an ultimate act of love to him, free food!!

Sidon is giant compared to you, however he likes to act like the little spoon when you both cuddle sometimes. He'll normally be the big spoon but he absolutely finds it adorable at you attempting to be the big spoon.

Sidon will give you water pun pet-names. "Water you doing my little crabby darling? Do you not like my endearing puns? Muzu said this was an important act in courtship where you emphasize your love to someone else by calling them something unique!"

#legend of zelda #sidon x reader #tears of the kingdom #breath of the wild #sidon #prince sidon #king sidon #botw x reader #totk x reader

407 notes · View notes

fantasticnerdluminary · 2 years

Text

How does it feel to be in love with you + How does your current/future lover view you?

It's been a long time since I have done a reading as I was on a break I guess but I am back for now and I sincerely hope you will love this reading.

¶How to pick a pile : If you have difficulty choosing a pile. Then take a breath and close your eyes. After opening your eyes, the picture you see first is your pile. Don't doubt your gut/intuition. Trust your intuition.

¶Disclaimer ⚠️ : This is a general reading. So, take what resonates and leave behind the rest. Some messages may not resonate with you. This reading is for entertainment purposes. Don't make decisions depending on this reading. You are the only one who creates your own reality.

ᴘɪʟᴇs -> 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Group 1

How does it feel to be in love with you?

It's ethereal, to be in love with you means someone is getting a devoted lover who will be there for them 24/7 It feels to be lucky to be in love with you. You take care of likes and dislikes of the person. You constantly check upon your partner are they feeling all right without bring too obvious about it. You like to romanticize your partner a lot, a lot I mean. You are a lover which we see in rom-com you have a unique kind of humour which everyone thinks is kinda weird but you love making your partner laugh. You have your flaws too, you may sometimes be seen as an overprotective person and you are easily jealous. Your love language is gift giving and words of affirmation and a little bit of everything. The best part is that you respect the boundaries of your partner. Also the best supporter they could ever get. When they are anxious about something, you help them calm down by finding a logical solution. If there is a special occasion you will always prefer to plan a surprise for your partner. You may like to plan a small and cute date with them too (They find it cute though).

How does your lover view you?

Are you in a relationship currently? If you are, it's from them.

They see you as someone who is dreamy. They are so cute, gosh. They have such a sweet vibe to them. They respect you so so much and they may speak/type a bit faster than normal. They always think about you and find excuses to see you, meet you and talk to you. They may like to play an instrument or sing something for you. They want to travel with you. Their thoughts are filled with you. They seem to think how can someone be so pretty/handsome and still be with them (they are insecure of themselves a bit). Your saying is a order to them (not in a bad way) but they want to serve to you, surrender themselves to you. You seem out of their league to them. They may wear glasses/contact lenses. They were/will be in love with you when the first time they laid their eyes upon you. They want all of you for themselves only. But the thing they dislike about you is that you seem to hide things not to burden them but they want to share your worries too. Like they want to say, "If I laughed with you in your happiness then I want to share your sadness in bad times that's what I am here for you".

Group 11

How does it feel to be in love with you?

You are a childish and mature person at the same time. No one, seriously no one can expect what will come up next with you. It's a blessing to be in love with you. It's being like the partner is being taken care of and you need to be taken care of by your partner (emotionally, mentally and physically) You are an independent person and you don't cling too much. Your maturity is the best part you handle every situation like no one else can whether it be at home , work or in love. You may not look like but you care for your lover so so much that even they don't have the idea. You take some time to open up to someone. You may love to buy things for your lover and being touchy with them. You want to see them every minute of the day but somehow you don't make it obvious. They are on your mind all the time. You think you have gone crazy by how you feel because of them. You daydream about your future with them and want to be complimented by them. You want their focus to be on you and you only. You treat them the best and you respect them. Your lover is always admired by you. You both are team and want to fight against odds together.

How does your lover view you?

Your lover exudes the same energy as you. They love that you are an independent person and you don't need anyone to take care of you but you still have fallen for them. Your love is genuine for them. You understand them the best maybe in their life most people misunderstood them and they're very much glad that their lover is the best. They see you as god/goddess and literally want to worship you exactly like "I kiss the ground, she walks on." Your lover is wealthy like filthy rich and they want you to be spoiled (in a good way). You take their breath away every moment they see you even if you are just laying on your bed. They love to adore you. You both are mature persons, both of you can disagree on something (and that's totally normal) but both of you take care of it so maturely. This may be a long-term comittment or even lead to marriage. They love your mind. Your lover is someone who is just sexual as you. The sexual tension you both have, Oh Ma Gawd don't even get me started. They love going on dates with you and spending quality time together. Their love language may even be acts of service. They love you so so much, you better be ready for them.

Group 111

How does it feel to be in love with you?

Being in love with you is the best feeling. Everybody wants to have a taste of your love. Do you have a thing for sweet eatables or chocolate? You would do anything for your lover, anything. You love to be in love. You give butterflies to your partner just by being yourself. You are more chatty around your partner than normally. You are different person in front of others amd your person. You are mysterious, detached towards others while soft, cute in front of your person. You brag about them in front of your friends, parents about how they take care of you and are so good to you. You may like public display of affection because you live to show off in front of others (in a good way ofc) You maybe into social media and you never forget to mention about them whenever you get the chance. You love baking and cooking for them. You are a good cook tbh, keep it up. You make sure when you leave/enter your home to interact with your partner. You are the cutest and sweetest, dang.

How does your lover view you?

Your lover has only eyes for you, when they are with you nothing else matters for them, you are the only one who matters to them. Your lover will be always ready if someone hurt you, kinda protective but not overprotective. They view you as a kind, calm soul that is familiar to them, maybe you both have a past-life connection. Whenever they are sad your one smile fades all that away. Your kindness is fascinating to them. You love kids and animals. They just want you to lean on them a bit more because you seem to go through everything on your own. You never let anything get in your way whether it'd be a person or any obstacle. You are brave and courageous and they admire that. You have that work-life balance you maintain that they may have not. You give extra attention towards your health than anything else. You may like to get dressed up and they like your fashion sense maybe it's a bit quirky but still you slay it like a king/queen.

❥ Thank you for reading this. That's all I have for you today. If you want to check my other pacs, then click here. Hope you have a great day ahead :)

#pick a card #pick a pile #pick a picture #tarotblr #tarot community #future lover #love #current lover #free readings #intuitive #pac reading #fantasticnerdluminary

3K notes · View notes

lostinlewis · 1 year

Text

Out of Time ~ Part Two

Rating: M

Words: 21,635

Character: Lewis Hamilton

Description: Attempting to navigate a world you never asked to be a part of is never easy, it is even harder when that world has provided you with a man that the world wants a piece of. He’s your daughter’s dad but can you ever really trust him?

•

If home was a person, he would be listed as a mansion, a stately home that had sheltered some of the worlds richest and most royal, one of the grandest in the world, a sight that marvelled every passer-by and filled the average person with the envy of wanting their own home to rival the one that sheltered you.

You often thought to yourself that the world would be a much more harmonious place if everyone had a Lewis in their life. Comfort and security are natural instincts within all humans, it has them acting out irrationally as they seek it in places and people they really shouldn’t. If everyone had a Lewis, if everyone was granted the luxury of being made to feel secure every day of their lives, the world would be a much happier place.

He was the kind of home money couldn’t buy, he was the warmth with no fire, he was filled with love with no expectations, he was your home.

He was where you sought solitude, he was where you sought shelter and he was there to cushion every blow life threw your way. He was happiness, he was strength, he was the place you felt most content, he was where your day started and where it ended too, he was home.

Lewis had been home for you and with you for over a year now yet neither one of you had braved the conversation of which land, bricks and mortar you would settle in, the place you would both regard as home traditionally, opting instead to always stay in your house as a base, or one of his when you travelled the world.

Home was a person to the both of you in every way, you didn’t feel the need to seek a permanent shelter, nor did you care much for land, instead it was when you were together that you felt at home, the location was irrelevant.

If it was just the two of you then there would be no need to seek out material shelter, no craving for a stability that having a base allowed, but it wasn’t just the two of you, it had never been just the two of you, and so the importance of a house to call home was becoming increasingly more prominent.

It was time, you needed a home, your family needed a home and more importantly Bambi needed a home now, she needed routine, something neither one of you had been able to provide her for her entire almost five years. It was time to prioritise normality for the daughter you both worshipped the bones of, it was time you both grew up and settled down, whatever that looked like for a racing driver who travelled the world weekly.

If someone were to ask you for your favourite thing that Lewis did, the thing that makes you fall in love with him over and over again, it wouldn’t be the fancy gifts, nor would it be the luxury that came with travelling with him, it was something so unique, something completely free, something that you treasured and missed when he wasn’t home, something that you weren’t even sure Lewis knew that he did.

Your favourite thing that Lewis does happens in the early hours of a morning, when Lewis’ hold on your body has loosened to near nothing, when the hours since he fell asleep spooning you had naturally pulled you apart, he would draw you in closer to him, his arms wrapped tightly around your body as if afraid you might disappear if he didn’t feel you at all times, and his lips found the back of your neck where he would kiss you, a long deep kiss to remind you that even when he was only semi conscious and barely aware at all, he still loved you with his whole being, and there was not a thing he did that felt more special that that very moment.

You wondered how many times something had to be repeated for it to become routine, you were pretty certain that it was only on week two of Lewis being back in your life permanently that you all fell into the ritual that happened every morning that he was home now without fail, and this morning was no exception.

“I love you…”

His voice was faint, barely audible, but you felt it, you felt the sincerity in his words, you felt the warming tickle of his breath against the back of your neck and you shivered, drawing your body closer to him, if that was even possible.

Lewis moved his hand down your side, brushing over your curves with a hand that appeared to be on a mission, until it found where it wanted to be; cradling your lower stomach.

“Let me…”

It was a mixture of it being the early hours of the morning, his half awake state and his fear of rejection that made his words lack sense, but you knew what he was asking of you, it wasn’t the first time and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“I can’t wait until you’re ready.”

The truth was that the place in which you would live wasn’t the only thing that hung heavy and unspoken over your heads, communication had never been the strongest tool of your relationship and despite the work you had done to get better at it, there was blockage both of you couldn’t seem to move around, both of you scared of rocking what had been quite the stable ship since you had reunited.

“Soon…”

The word you had used in response to his hinting many times before, a time marker that really was not a marker at all but a glimmer of hope; soon. Soon could mean tomorrow, soon could also mean next year, the truth was that you knew that you couldn’t afford to say yes to something as life changing as another child with any kind of doubt in your mind, and there certainly was doubt present.

Instead you opted for the cowards answer, silence. You laid frozen in your spot, his hand cradling a part of you he wished to fill, as you hoped he would soon lose interest in the idea. The last thing you wanted to do was go through a pregnancy, and experience all of the firsts alone, it had hurt too much the first time.

You could count the minutes from when Lewis first stirred to pull you into him until you heard the pitter patter of tiny toes on the floor in the hallway, Bambi was on her way.

She never made a sound as she entered the room, she didn’t even need light to guide her, drawn purely on where she felt the most love in the room she would climb up onto your bed and squeeze herself in between you both, gently and carefully trying to not wake you, of course you both pretended to sleep right through it, anything to give her a little win.

Bambi always clung to Lewis more and you understood, to her he was still a treat, you had been the permanent fixture in her life from day one, daddy had always had to leave, it made sense that she still wasn’t convinced that he was there to stay.

She would fall back to sleep in an instant, as soon as she lay her head where the lion roared on Lewis’ chest she was back into the most peaceful of sleeps, content that her favourite man in the world was with her for another day.

Lewis was so thorough and unselfish with his love, not content with just one of his girls feeling the love he always made sure both of you did. With Bambi curled against him fast asleep he raised his arm up above his head, not caring that he would soon lose all feeling within it, he waited for your hand to find him and so that was how you slept until sunrise broke, those moments really were the true definition of peace.

Bambi was always clingy with Lewis but this morning she was stuck to him like glue. Not happy enough with sitting on his hip as he moved about the house with her, her face still read the foulest of pouts, like no amount of Lewis was enough; you knew that feeling all too well.

“What’s wrong with you little miss?”

You attempted to make her smile with a light tease and a flick of her nose but that was of no use, you knew why she was sad, and so did Lewis.

“How about daddy makes us all his special breakfast before he has to get ready?”

Bambi’s face lit up very briefly as her dad suggested her favourite breakfast, if there was one thing that could make her happy it was food, yet another trait she got from her father.

“And if you’re a good girl, I can put on your playlist whilst I cook too. Sounds good?”

No words left her lips, they never normally would when she was sad, instead she nodded her head ferociously before Lewis set her down to stand beside him as he gathered the ingredients he needed to begin.

It was hard not to lust after him, impossible even. As he stood over the stove frying his omelettes, naked but for a pair of shorts that you had mentally taken off of him a thousand times already, he had never been more attractive to you.

Muscles tore through his skin as if he had been sculpted by a god, his skin glowed like he had covered it in a glitter that shimmered when even the faintest of light hit it, his loose curls were allowed to flow and flow they did, bobbing in time to his shaking of his hips as the music rang through your house. How did you get so lucky?

Your want for him had never been so strong, sure your relationship had started as purely physical anyway, but the want for him now was quite overwhelming at times. There was nothing in the world more attractive to you than watching the man you loved be a father, it also helped that he was quite possibly the finest specimen of a man to ever exist.

Knowing you could not make an advance on him due to the fact that neither one of you wanted to traumatise your daughter, you did your best to resist, to hold back from jumping on him and instead you settled for joining him as he cooked, sliding a palm over his incredibly smooth back before settling it on his hip as he kissed your forehead.

Lewis was always big on wanting your daughter to see a man love a woman how she deserved, he made no apologies for the way he so openly loved you in front of her, he wanted to always be the standard of man she would seek out and so he made sure the home was filled with love at all times, and in turn you felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

“Maybe we can…you know…get a few minutes to ourselves before I leave?”

His words were teased against your skin as he never quite broke your kiss, holding the small of your back, his thumb stroking at the waistband of your pants to tell you of his want to be a lot more risque.

“I’m counting on it, Sir.”

Lewis was driven crazy by the way you called him Sir, you never overdid it, in fact you barely even said it at all, but you knew the power it held, you knew the tingle that ran through his body as soon as he heard it, and you felt the growl, the little moan of frustration as he fought off the effects of the word so he could return to making breakfast.

“Shit…that’s not fair…”

You smirked at him as you left him to cook in peace, content with knowing that now he was as equally as overwhelmed with want as you were, knowing that there was no way on this earth he would be leaving to catch his flight without satisfying that urge for you, somehow you always got what you wanted from him and soon you would have him.

Bambi hadn’t taken her eyes off of him, she never dared to when he was in the room. You saw it, you saw the years of loving him and having to say goodbye in the same breath, you saw the admiration pour out of every part of her as she looked at her daddy, her hero, as she ate the meal he so lovingly made for her.

“Where are you going again, daddy?”

Bambi’s question was born from the hope she had that he would answer with ‘nowhere’ but he couldn’t, as much as he wanted to and he really wanted to.

“To America baby girl, you remember the house we stayed at when we went to visit Roscoe last year? That’s where Daddy will be for the next week.”

Both of you knew the next question was coming, it always did, both of you knew what the reaction to the answer would be too, it was always the same.

“For a race?”

Lewis sighed silently as he prepared to disappoint her. Bambi could handle her daddy leaving to race, in fact she quite enjoyed watching it on the television screaming for him to win, but she could never accept him leaving for any other reason, work or not.

To her that was unacceptable, her dad was a racing driver, he had no need to conduct interviews on television shows, nor did he need to do photoshoots for fashion brands, her dad was a racing driver and when he wasn’t racing he should be at home with her being a father, something Lewis was feeling the pressure of more and more as time went by.

“No Bambi, I have a few little events I have to take part in. I will be back home as soon as I can, I promise.”

“Hmph.”

“Come on baby girl, you know I hate leaving you…”

Both of you held your breaths as the little girl finally looked away from him, placing her cutlery down on the plate as she appeared to gather herself. She really was wise beyond her years, it was quite impressive to witness really.

“Can I come too?”

Bambi looked at Lewis with purpose, she looked at him with a daring look almost, taunting him into denying her just so the tears of heartbreak that would flow after would sting extra hard for him. She knew what she was doing, she knew she was asking him to do the impossible.

“You don’t want to, it will be boring, you will be home most of the time and I will be out, it will not be like a holiday and you will hardly see me...”

Her bottom lip dropped and began to quiver as she anticipated the no she was certain was about to be thrown her way.

“Can we come too, Lewis?”

Lewis and Bambi turned to look at you in a shocked unison, their matching eyes staring at you with amazement that for once, it was you that suggested you travelled together, that was certainly a first.

“You really want to come with me to America?”

You would try to play it off as the best thing for Bambi, not wanting her to be separated from her dad for very long and you were right, but if you were completely honest your reasoning for the suggestion was selfish. You did not want to be separated from Lewis either, not if you could help it.

“I do…we always miss Daddy when he is away don’t we?”

You threw the question to your still amazed four year old who held the fork at her lips in anticipation. It was a cop out of a question, of course you did, you still despite everything could not admit the sheer scale of your emotions that surrounded Lewis and often you would seek comfort in expressing them through your daughter.

It had been over a year now since you found your way back to each other, a year full of laughter, happiness and joy, yet still, deep down inside of you, there was lingering uncertainty that stopped you from fully admitting that despite having lived most of your life without him by your side, it was now quite unbearable when he was gone.

“Please Daddy!”

Bambi turned her excitement towards Lewis as he stayed staring at you in disbelief. As far as he was concerned you hated travelling, you hated the spotlight and you certainly hated LA.

“You better go get yourself packed baby girl, we have a flight to catch in two hours!”

Lewis helped your daughter from her chair before she ran upstairs to gather everything and anything she owned to take with her to America.

“Are you sure you want to come? I know you don’t really enjoy LA…”

His hands found your hips as you stood at the sink cleaning the dishes, his lips found the base of your neck with the softest of kisses, humming into your skin without intention, just love.

“I suggested it silly, of course I do. And, I don’t hate LA, it’s just…it just doesn’t feel like home to me.”

Lewis was smooth with the way he turned you to face him, taking your chin into the cup of his hand as he placed a kiss on your lips.

“Mhmm, to me anywhere you are feels like home, and besides…you might like LA this time? Malibu has some real pretty houses, maybe we could take a look whilst we are out there?”

You humoured him with a smile already knowing that no matter how much you enjoyed LA, no matter how beautiful the houses were, you would never want to live there. It wouldn’t be the first time you sacrificed your happiness for Lewis’, it wouldn’t be the first time you moved to a different country to be where he wanted, or needed, to be but you knew the mistakes and the repercussions of the previous choices you made, you were not prepared to relive them just to move to LA. How many times can a woman sacrifice everything she knows for the man she loves?

It was quite something how fast you had become accustomed to flying on private jets, so much so you even had a little routine. Bambi would always be so over excited to fly that she would only sit with Lewis for take off before she would quickly fall asleep in his lap for the rest of the journey, he always made sure a bed was set up for her where it was quiet in the back, and then it was just the two of you in the cabin, just the two of you with several hours to kill in the air.

“Mmm there’s my girl.”

Lewis helped you down into the gap between his legs as you made your way back to your seat after checking on your daughter, wrapping his arm around your waist so he could pull you in closer to him, if that was even possible.

“I’m so glad you wanted to come with me, I would have hated being away from you for so long.”

“Mhm, feels like you would have.”

You teased him as you rolled your ass back into his lap, he had been hard from the moment you sat down with him, his inability to conceal how he felt about you was always something you loved.

The tip of his nose tickled your neck as he pecked at the sensitive skin with kisses, whilst he felt you lull into a state of pure ecstasy with very little effort, he grazed his fingers under the waistband of the leggings that rested at your hips, giving in to his more earnest of desires, something neither one of you were afforded much of nowadays.

He heard you gasp as his fingers quickly found your heat, tracing a soft yet powerful swirl across the panties that were soaked with your excitement already.

“Ssh baby, be quiet for me and I will make you feel so good. Can you do that?”

Lewis was testing you immediately, before you even had a chance to answer him he effortlessly moved your panties to the side to trace a finger through your wetness. The deep breath he let out sounded like relief, an addiction being satisfied; his addiction was you.

You bit down on your bottom lip to nod your head with uncertainty, you would try to be quiet, you really would, but the power this man had over you, how easy he found pleasing you, would make it quite impossible to stifle the sounds he forced out of you.

“Can you feel how hard I am for you?”

Lewis whispered the words into your ear as he teased your clit with the pad of his middle finger, gentle circling that held just enough pressure to make sure you were squirming in his lap, rolling your hips back without thought as you longed for the hardness that throbbed under you, to fill you with all of its might.

“Mhm, I need…”

He giggled as he broke your sentence with a nibble on your ear, he knew you needed it, that was never a doubt in his mind, but he also knew he had to stop you before it became impossible for him to not give it to you, this was the last place he could give into all of his desires, he needed to cling onto the last very small piece of control he had, for both of your sakes.

“Soon, I promise. Now relax and let me make you feel good, baby…”

It was hypnotic the way in which his words whispered against the skin of your neck, broken with soft kisses to replace them after each syllable, as he played with your pussy in ways that even you could not replicate.

You felt so vulnerable in his lap, your legs parted so your feet rested on his knees, one of his hands down your leggings whilst the other held you tight towards him. He wanted you to feel good, he wanted you to feel safe, and he wanted you to know that no matter where in the world you were, no matter the skies in which you found yourselves in, he loved you all the same.

There were no interruptions of thought, you were completely and utterly lost in the moment as he took you to highs of pleasure unmatched.

“You are so beautiful…”

Lewis could see nothing of you really, yet he purred words of attraction at you anyway, to him you would always be the most beautiful woman in any room, or plane, and as he felt the familiar tells of you reaching your peak, he pulled you closer with his spare hand finding its way up to your mouth.

He covered it at first but that didn’t feel right, sure he wanted you to be as quiet as possible, but he sought your silence in a different way. His middle finger traced the line in which your lips met, begging for entry you so eagerly gave him.

One finger turned into two and very quickly your mouth found a distraction that was far better than sound, a soothing in the throws of desire as you suckled on his digits.

“There we go, you have such perfect lips…now, let it go for me…”

It was as if your body always waited for his permission and as soon as he gave his command the explosion of ecstasy rippled through your body, tides of pleasure washing over you as you shook in his lap, his fingers slowly teasing you into a state of submission until all you could do was let out a little whimper of mercy, to which he replied with a breathy giggle and a kiss on your cheek before he removed both fingers from inside of you.

The rest of the flight was spent in your happy place, cuddled up in his lap as you both drifted in and out of the most contented sleep whilst your little girl slept a few seats away from you too.

Often you wondered what you had done in your past life to be granted such luck in this one, that was the thing about spending time with Lewis, he made you forget any troubles you had, any turbulence you had in your relationship in the past, all that mattered in that moment was the family that were travelling over the Atlantic Ocean, that was all that ever really mattered now.

Lewis’ home in Malibu was the largest he had, land that sprawled for what felt like miles and held both a basketball and a tennis court separate, with a pool big enough to host an Olympic event too yet it didn’t stand out on his street, his neighbours being the likes of Oscar winners and top athletes, all of their houses rivalled his and so no one really batted an eyelid at who pulled into his driveway as they went about their own lives too.

It was the interior that you disliked the most though, it was so very basic, so very unhomely, it screamed out as a bachelor pad, it told of many days and nights spent partying, and you knew deep down that every room held memories with women that weren’t you. How could you ever want to live in a place in which your man had thousands of fond memories that didn’t involve you?

Bambi loved LA, of course. His home sat on the beach which meant she could spend hours building sandcastles and paddling in the ocean whilst you both sat watching from the deck with drinks in your hands.

“I wish I didn’t have to work tomorrow, I could spend the whole week sitting here with you watching Bambi play…”

You were sat in between his legs once more, a place you often found yourself in when time allowed it.

“You’ll only be gone for one night, we will be right here when you get back.”

“One night away from you is too many, I have missed so many nights over the years, no amount of time feels like it is enough…”

“Well maybe we can make the night you get back extra special…”

Lewis knew by the look in your eyes that you were thinking the dirtiest of thoughts and he was right, there was something special about being overseas with him, something in the air that made your unwavering desire for him even more rampant.

“Maybe we can make tonight extra special too?”

It was only the sounds of your daughter running up the decking that broke a kiss you had begun what felt like hours before, pulling away from each other just in time to be dove on by a damp child as she handed you a shell.

“For you mummy.”

“Thank you, Bambi. Are you having fun?”

Bambi did this thing when she sat on Lewis’ knee, she would place both of her hands either side of it and tap her fingers in a constant rhythm, she had been doing it forever and it had only gotten more adorable as the years went by.

“So much fun but I am hungry, can we get food Daddy?”

“Sure princess, what would you like?”

“Burgers!”

Her answer came without hesitation, as if she had planned it on the way up to the decking, and so Lewis lifted her back onto her feet as he took her hand.

“Is mummy coming too?”

There was something about him referring to you as mummy that made butterflies flutter in your stomach, it was those moments that made the decision you both took that fateful night feel like it was meant to be, like you were born to be the parents of your little girl, like everything that had happened in your lives, every character than had existed even if for only a short time, had the sole purpose of helping you find each other and create the little girl that had copied her face entirely from her father and her personality entirely from you.

“I think I’ll stay here and catch the last of the sun before it sets, if that’s okay with you both?”

You didn’t expect Bambi to answer, she was already pulling her dad's hand so they could leave but Lewis did, he always answered you.

“Whatever makes you happy baby, I’ll bring you home something nice I promise.”

You shared a smile of contentment, of love, of knowing that in that very moment you were both the luckiest people in the world, your daughter’s giggles as he playfully chased her through the home cemented that as fact.

There was something so peaceful about the ocean, as the tide gently crashed against the sand, drawing closer and closer to where you sat, you stared out over the horizon at the pastel orange and pink colours that decorated the sky, thinking of how very thankful you were to be there in that moment.

Everything in life had worked against you so far and your relationship with Lewis was no exception to that rule, yet somehow, fate had lead you to the Malibu beach you sat on gazing at the sunset, waiting for Lewis to come home with you daughter, a far cry from the nights you had spent alone in his Monaco apartment as he travelled the world without you. Now you had everything he promised you from the moment he found out you were pregnant, stability, love and family.

The scars left over from the beginning of your story were almost worth it, no longer did they burn like they were new, you barely even remembered they happened most of the time now.

Happiness is a funny thing really, it has you walking around in a daze, a cloud of comfort hangs over your head and a bubble of bliss wraps all around you. Happiness was all you could feel as you walked through the house, touching every surface as if it was brand new, a skip to your step that you very rarely had.

It was as you stared into the grand mirror in his hallway that you first thought to yourself that you could live there, it really wasn’t that bad and if it meant you could spend most of your time under this cloud of happiness, you would be stupid to deny that for yourself.

You could hear his car pull into the driveway, loud music drowned out what you were sure was two voices singing along to every word of the song. As you heard the second car door close something caught your eye on the floor behind you, the reflection of light bouncing from the mirror to the metal on the floor made it sparkle as if it was an item in a video game, a rare item that most players missed.

You almost missed it, you almost missed the collectible item that would grant you the full picture in the video game that was your life, and as you stood with it in the palm of your hand you wished to the high heavens that you could rewind time just by a minute, just enough to make it so you wouldn’t notice it, so you wouldn’t be holding the bracelet in your hand, one that was so delicate you could only imagine what had happened to make the woman lose it under the side table in the hallway. Your stomach twinged with a pang of realisation that it hadn’t been there the last time you had visited the home, that the bracelet was new, the bracelet had found its temporary home in the house you were considering living in just moments ago, in the short time you and Lewis had been back together.

Of course he had other women, you thought yourself foolish for thinking otherwise. Out of sight, out of mind, you knew all too well how it went.

“Mummy, mummy…we got you the biggest burger in the world…”

Bambi hollered through the empty but for the pain you felt, hallway as she ran into the house, her dad trailing behind her with the same smile he left the house with less than an hour before, carrying bags of far too much food than the three of you needed.

“Did you?”

The strength of a mother trying to hold it together in front of her child is unmatched, inside you were crumbling, spiralling, unable to think straight, yet the look on your face, the smile you threw back at Bambi as she wrapped her arms around your legs, told her nothing of the turmoil you felt.

“...and we met Daddy’s friend!”

“Oh you did, which friend?”

There were about a thousand friends Bambi could have been talking about that would have made you think nothing at all, a hundred friends you probably knew yourself, but of course the universe wasn’t done tormenting you yet, the final blow had yet to come.

“I don’t know her name but she was so pretty, Daddy said she was something called a supermodel…I want to be a supermodel when I grow up!”

Bambi ran off through the hallway unaware of the grenade she had just dropped in the space between both you and Lewis. You couldn’t be sure but on a normal day you may not have even flinched at the thought of him being friends with supermodels, but not today, not as the bracelet of one of his conquests lay in the palm of your hand hidden by your now closed fingers.

Lewis must have felt the shift in you, you hadn’t yet even looked in his direction but he could sense something was wrong. He dropped the food bags on the table where you stood and wrapped his arms around you, his attempt at asking if you were okay.

It was imperative that you did not make a scene in front of Bambi, and whilst she was in another room, that was still too close for you to really speak your mind so instead you pulled away from his hug, unravelled yourself from his hold and just looked at him, a look that you hoped told him of all of your thoughts without you even having to say them.

“Here…I think your friend dropped this.”

You held your closed grasp over his open hand before you dropped the bracelet into his palm, turning away from him immediately once you were free of it.

Lewis didn’t say a thing, he didn’t chase after you or even ask you what that was all about, you took his silence as an admission of guilt and headed towards the room in which your daughter played with her My Little Ponies, awaiting her food.

“Baby…”

Lewis grabbed your wrist as you walked past him in the bedroom that night, he had settled Bambi to sleep in her room before he crept back into the bedroom you shared, the one in which you were grabbing your stuff before you headed into the spare room.

“What?”

Your word was sharp, every letter of the word spoken in a way to make it sting as it hit his ear drums. The look you gave him was even more vicious, you had barely looked at him at all that night, you had barely wanted to speak to him but now you were alone, you had no choice.

“Talk to me, please.”

Despite you shooting daggers from your eyes at his hand wrapped around your wrist, he never once let off, instead he held onto you tighter, staring you directly in your eyes as if to tell you that you were not leaving without talking to him.

“Who is she?”

His face screwed up in confusion for a moment before the most annoying of smiles appeared on it.

“Is this all because of the woman we bumped into this evening? She’s an acquaintance at best, she worked on a project for Tommy when I did too and…”

“Does she own the bracelet?”

He was shocked with the vitriol in your voice as you spoke, the urgency for answers that you appeared to already have assumed in your head.

“What? No.”

“Did you fuck her, Lewis?”

The smile dropped from his face, finally the seriousness of the situation had hit him and he pulled you closer to him.

“No…I did not fuck her.”

“But you fucked someone, that bracelet, it wasn’t there when we came here last year…you fucked someone Lewis, you had someone here when I was sat at home a thousand miles away waiting for you and…and…”

The strength of a mother is often only present in the company of her child, for the strength is fed by their presence and completely worn out in their absence, and so you cried. It wasn’t an ugly cry, it wasn’t a loud cry, it was a stream of tears that forced their way down your cheeks with little effort as you looked at the man who had not yet denied it.

In any other moment at any other time he would have wiped the tears away from your cheeks firstly but not now, not today, today he needed to show you how wrong you were first.

In one fell swoop he lifted you up to rest on his forearms as he kissed you, he kissed you hard, he kissed you with enough passion to fill a thousand broken hearts, he kissed you until he had you laid on the bed, your legs wrapped around him and his hands cradling your face.

“Baby I haven’t…I promise you, I swear on my life, I swear on everything that I haven’t…I love you, only you…”

His kisses trailed down your neck, you didn’t fight him but instead you froze, stuck in a place of not knowing whether or not to believe him, and wanting what he was saying to be true more than anything.

“I would never jeopardise you again, it’s only you…”

You weren't quite sure how it happened so quickly but you had gone from tears one moment to being eaten out on the bed the next.

“Lewis…”

Your whispered moans cried out between a bite of your lip, you were just stubborn enough to not give him the satisfaction of your own, but weak enough to give him just a little.

“Lewis…please…”

It wasn’t an orgasm you begged for this time, it was him. You pulled him up to your level and scanned his face for any tells of a lie. All you found was your pleasure beads in his beard and his lips red from hunger for you.

“I promise you, it’s only you…it will only ever be you…”

You believed him, you had no reason to really and evidence to the contrary but something about the sincerity in his eyes, the way his words were just desperate enough to warrant honesty but not rouse suspicion. You believed him, you had to believe him.

It had only been a matter of days since you had felt him but it still felt as exciting as the first time. Lewis pushed inside of you and you gasped, he gasped too, there was a feeling that happened in the first push, a feeling that was so indescribable but completely overwhelming at the same time, you had been sleeping with this man for an incredibly long time now, yet the feeling still took you by surprise.

You had always found the term ‘love making’ cringey, a term used only in fairytales and in love stories, no one actually ‘made love’ in real life you had thought, that was before Lewis showed you differently.

There was no rush about his movements, slow heavy drives into you as your lips locked together to taste each others moans, he made love to you, he made you feel loved as he fucked you, he showed you with every stroke that his words had meaning, that despite his past, despite the fact that he could have any woman in the world, it was you, it would always be you.

“Daddy…mummy…”

His head fell onto yours for a second as you both sighed in frustration, this was certainly not the first time you had been interrupted and you were certain it would not be the last. It was far harder recently though, no longer did Bambi wait in bed for one of you, she was older now so she took it upon herself to come to you instead.

It was a matter of seconds from Lewis jumping off of you, to your daughter arriving in the room rubbing one eye with the back of her fingers as she stood in the doorway waiting for you.

“What’s wrong pretty girl?”

You were the only one in a fit state to tend to her and so you did, you ushered her back to her bedroom.

“I can hear the ocean, can we go and play in it?”

“Bambi, it is the middle of the night! We can’t go and play in it now, maybe in the morning.”

“Yes we can, mummy.”

Lewis hadn’t moved from under the covers yet for obvious reasons, but his voice still bounded around the room towards you both. You shot him a look that asked if he was serious, a scowl that told him of how you didn’t approve, yet he didn’t falter.

“Bambi go and get on a coat and we will all go for a little paddle in the sea.”

And so you did, in the early hours of the Malibu morning, as the sun dared to begin to wake in the distance, the three of you stood with your feet in the ocean, your hands locked together and smiles that could not be wiped away on your faces.

“I love my girls.”

Lewis locked eyes with you, a gaze that told you how much he meant every word he said to you that night.

“And your girls love you too.”

The bed felt unnervingly spacious as you woke, your hand reached out to feel the warmth of a body, somebody, but found only the creases in the sheets of where those bodies had once been.

You listened out for any clues to their whereabouts but heard nothing but the ocean outside and the occasional chirp of a bird.

It was only as you made your way into the living room that you saw the first clue of your families whereabouts, a folded note left at the bottom of freshly cut roses in a beautiful vase.

‘Good morning sleeping beauty,

We have gone shopping for some clothes

Enjoy the quiet for a while,

I have had your favourite breakfast delivered and it is warming in the oven, Mornings in Malibu are made for breakfast by the ocean.

I love you, L x’

Lewis never failed to surprise you, even when the day should have been about him as he was flying out that night to Vegas, he still made it all about you. You took his advice, choosing the perfect spot on the decking to catch the morning sun, you sat for what felt like hours, eating your breakfast and drinking your coffee.

Could you get used to this lifestyle? Would you be happy in Malibu? Despite everything that happened yesterday, you still considered the possibility.

If Malibu only contained moments such as this, and moments such as last night in the ocean, of course you could, but deep down you knew that this wasn’t all Malibu had to offer. Malibu held his secrets, the years in which you were a side character in his life, the years in which he was running free in the world, successful, rich and good looking, Malibu held those moments in her bank waiting for the right moment to bring them to the surface.

Malibu was beautiful, Malibu was peaceful but you knew Malibu also held a woman Lewis had been with around every corner. You were strong, sure, but there was no amount of strength in the world that would let you sit in a restaurant with your family whilst a woman at a table across from you remembered a night of passion she shared with your man.

Malibu could never be home really, could it?

There were so many bags that it took Lewis three trips back to the car to retrieve them all. He delivered bags into Bambi’s room, a selection of clothes and toys, and placed some more in the room you shared.

“Baby, I got you something…”

You expected jewellery, it was almost always jewellery when Lewis said he got you something and this time was no exception. On the bed lay a cartier box with the most beautiful necklace inside, a white gold chain that held an emblem of diamonds at the bottom with the word ‘love’ engraved.

“Lewis, it’s beautiful…you didn’t have to…”

You attempted to kiss him to thank him for the gift but he was distracted by something else across the room.

“But I did, take a look in those bags, the necklace is a little something to go with them…”

He was directing you towards two bags that were placed neatly by the bed, one Valentino and one Dior, with matching boxes beside each of them.

The Valentino dress, a black embroidered crepe couture dress, made your eyes widen with risk at how much of the dress was missing, it would bare practically the whole of your midriff and leave very little to the imagination.

The Dior dress, also black, left a little more to the imagination, lace decorated the neckline and the hem fell to your knee. It was more elegant, more sophisticated, yet you knew it would compliment your figure just the same.

“So which one will you wear?”

You could hear by the excitement in his voice that he had no patience waiting for you to react.

“Wear? Where am I going?”

“To Vegas with me, tonight…”

You looked back at the dresses to choose before your brain even processed the invitation that he had fired your way.

“Vegas? I can’t…what about Bambi?”

“Already got that covered, my dad is in town this week so he’s going to spend some quality time with his granddaughter whilst I spend some quality time with her mum.”

Lewis couldn’t keep his hands off of you, both of them falling to your hips, he shuffled towards you as he caught your lips in a kiss.

“I can’t leave her, Lewis. I can’t…”

You felt an immediate pang of guilt as you turned down his proposal, but he didn’t seem surprised, as if he was expecting you to put up a fight.

“Yes you can, it’s two nights and she will be with family…you can give me two nights of you, can’t you baby?”

He tried to convince you with more kisses, his lips were always a good negotiating tactic but it would take more than that to get you to leave your daughter overnight, something you had never done before.

“But what if something happens? We will be so far away and…”

“Nothing is going to happen. Come with me…”

Lewis took your hand to lead you back out onto the decking, you could hear your daughter chattering away with her new toys, content in her own company as her parents snuck off for some private time.

“I was thinking yesterday, when you were annoyed with me, that I don’t actually know you.”

“Why do you need me to be outside to tell me that I am a stranger to you, Lewis?”

You would have been offended if the statement wasn’t so comical. Of course he knew you, he was forced to know you five years ago and he has known you ever since.

“Because I want you to look at the ocean, to see how vast it is, to see how big the world is and realise that we have so much more of it to explore together…”

“We have been to more countries than most couples do in their lifetime? I’m confused, where are you going with this?”

“You can be so frustrating sometimes woman, will you just let me finish…”

Lewis giggled as he moved behind you, holding the hands you had placed on the rail, he kissed your exposed neck before finishing the story he had tried to start many times in the last five minutes.

“I know you as Bambi’s mum, I know you as the woman who was forced into motherhood unplanned and took to it like an expert, I know you as the reason our daughter is as incredibly smart and as compassionate as she is…but I don’t know you…”

Lewis felt you begin to protest once again and stopped you with another kiss on your neck, a move that always silenced you.

“I’ve only ever known you as Bambi’s mum, and you have only ever known me as Bambi’s dad, we fell in love whilst we raised a child we didn’t plan on having, yet we have no memories shared together before she existed. I already love Bambi’s mum with all my heart, I want to learn about who her mum is when she is forced to be the person that exists outside of her family, I want to fall in love with you, with every version of you…”

“I…I…I don’t know who I am when I’m not a mum. I’ve been a mum for as long as I can remember now, maybe this is all I am Lewis? Maybe we will go to Vegas and be in bed by 9pm because I am so exhausted and you will realise you are with someone entirely too boring for a man who loves nothing more than adventure.”

“You know what? If being in bed at 9pm is what you want to do, then we will do it…and for the record, you will never bore me…”

He spun you around to face him so he could really kiss you this time.

“Now, let’s get you back inside so you can decide which dress you want to wear when you walk through the strip with me to the event tomorrow night.”

“Oh, I don’t need to decide…I already know which dress will ensure you won’t be able to keep your hands off of me...”

You left Lewis standing on the decking with a stunned smile on his face. It was rare that you let your confidence seduce him, but the moments that you did, the moments in which you told him exactly what you wanted to do to him, were the moments in which you felt the most powerful.

It was only as he got out of the car to open your door that Lewis let go of your hand. He knew how hard it was for you to leave your daughter behind in Malibu, to fly miles away from her for a few days in which you would trust someone else with the primary care of her, something you had not yet done from the moment she was born, he knew that right now you needed his comfort more than anything else in the world.

In discreet writing, the elevator read ‘The Lakeview Suite’ and already you were overwhelmed by how grand everything was, even if all you had seen so far was the lobby and the elevator. You were well aware you looked a far cry from the guests that you saw in the lobby, you had opted to travel in comfort, a tracksuit, no make up and sliders, yet that never seemed to bother him an inch.

It was in the privacy of the elevator, a room big enough to fit twenty people, he found his hands already beginning to wander with all the free reign they had been given.

“Already? I haven’t even got the dress on yet.”

You teased him as he brushed his hands up under your hoodie, cupping your breasts with the biggest grin on his face.

“I prefer you with no clothes on anyway…”

If it wasn’t for the bell of the elevator signalling your arrival at your level, you were sure you were about ten seconds away from granting the security of the hotel footage worthy of an AVN award.

You were very used to being amazed at the places in which Lewis took you, they were always grand, they were always special, but somehow this suite took the top spot immediately.

A rich red decorated so many of the walls, marble decorated the flooring, the specks of gold thrown around the room in the form of furniture allowed you a little insight to just how expensive the suite was.

It was midnight in Vegas and yet nothing about the view in which you took in from the bedroom window told you it was. The suite overlooked the strip below, lights illuminated the thousands of people that were no bigger than ants from where you were up high. Midnight in Vegas meant nothing really, but what it did mean was that it was now the day of which you were going to accompany Lewis to a public event for the first time, as his partner, not as the mother of his child.

“...and what time will we need to be ready?”

You were well attuned to walking into a room silently now, you knew exactly how to slide your hand around his waist just enough to let him know you were there, so he would quietly move you in front of him, wrapping his spare arm around your waist as he buried his nose into the crook of your neck, gently swaying with you as he grew in his shorts, a pressure building against the back of you as you purposefully threw it back into him, just enough to make it a struggle for him to speak his final words before finishing the phone call he had about work.

“Mmm, you are a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

His hand found its way down to the crook between your thigh and your pussy, teasing his thumb in a flicking motion across your middle as he nibbled on your neck.

“Shit, I want you so bad right now…”

“There’s nothing stopping you…”

Your words hitched in your throat as he worked you up more and more with the teasing of his hand, with the feel of his lips against the sensitive skin of your neck.

Lewis didn’t need persuading, he lead you from the living room back into the bedroom just so he could have his way with you, and he did, first bent over the bed, rough raw and exactly what you both needed to satisfy the urge, and then again when you both woke in the middle of the night, this time softer, loving, slow movements as he entered you from the side, your leg held up in the air, his other hand teasing out and endless stream of orgasms from you with very little effort.

The both of you fell to sleep that night having had more sex than you had the entire month before. There was no need to sneak moments of intimacy within the steam of a hot shower, there were no fires of desire that petered out when life, and your daughter, interrupted you night after night.

That night allowed you both to enjoy each other, to love each other, to be with each other like the rest of the world didn’t exist, and as you snoozed on his chest, his arm wrapped securely around you, you knew you loved the man he was and not just the father he had grown to be.

Lewis always woke before you, it didn’t matter if he had been awake for over a day due to catching flights, it didn’t matter if his body had been put through hours of endurance in a race, he always woke before you did and that often meant you woke to an empty bed, a feeling you really hated.

Instinctively you grabbed his discarded T Shirt on the floor to cover your modesty before you left the bedroom, a habit that you had acquired thanks to parenthood, and you went on the hunt for your man.

It didn’t take you very long at all to find him, all you had to do was follow the sounds of the 90s RnB that played softly out on the balcony to find him laid out on the cream wick sofa, wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist that barely managed to hide his secrets under it.

“You know how much you could charge for this view?”

You teased him as your fingers brushed against his bare shoulder before you began to take a seat on the sofa next to him.

“...no you don’t, I want you to sit right here.”

Lewis motioned for you to take a seat on his lap, spreading his legs a little more to cradle you as he helped you down on to him, the feel of his cool bare skin was a stark contrast to the warmth of yours as your thighs met, his hand instantly wrapping around you and his lips found their favourite spot in the crook of your neck once more.

“No one can see, we’re so high up…we could do anything we wanted right now…”

His appetite for you was insatiable, it didn’t seem to matter that he had you many times just hours ago, he was as hungry for you as ever and his hands greedily ran under the shirt you wore, tweaking your nipples.

“Take this off.”

His words felt warm against the skin of your neck as he growled his demand at you. You would have hesitated in any other moment, but there was something about right then that fed you confidence, it could have been how obviously turned on he was for you, it could have been the location you were in, but something filled you with the confidence to stand in front of Lewis, lifting the shirt off of your skin before you looked down at the pathetic excuse for a towel that still covered him, barely.

“Your turn.”

Lewis’ naughty smirk was filled with pride as he threw his towel off of his waist and to the ground, his dick throbbed proudly in the cool Vegas morning air as it begged for your attention; you weren’t going to make it wait too long.

His hands reached for you the first moment they could, finding your bare hips, his eyes widened with amazement as he watched you sit down on him, taking every inch of him like a pro.

“Shit…”

He hissed, you moaned breathlessly, as you felt him bottom out inside of you. For a second you didn’t move, you held still to allow the both of you to really feel every second of the excitement that rippled through your bodies from how connected you were.

Lewis was impatient, he needed you now, and so his hands found your ass cheeks to encourage you to move with a little slap at first before he cupped your cheeks in his palm as much as he was able to, holding onto a semblance of control whilst you rode him hard.

You always loved how unashamed he was to be loud yet this morning he was particularly noisy. Moans that drowned yours out, curse words that rang in rhythms of praise for how you worked him, he just could not help himself.

“Baby, slow down…you’re going to make me cum…”

You almost took pity on him as he begged you for mercy, but you were not prepared to let up on him. Many nights the roles had been reversed, you had been the one to plead for a mercy he would never ever grant, and so you were determined to make him have a taste of his own medicine.

Over and over again you rose up before you slammed back down on him, riding him at a pace, at an intensity, you never had before. There was something about that moment that fed you the ability to go to new heights, to use the power of your pussy to make sure he was not in any doubt of who had the control.

“Fuck, baby…”

You felt it, you felt the familiar twinge in his body, you knew he was seconds away from exploding and you felt accomplished. Lewis wouldn’t give it to you that easy though. Using the full strength of his arms, he lifted you up whilst still inside of you, slowly stroking you whilst he carried you to the balcony wall.

“No you don’t…”

Lewis giggled the words into your lips as you pouted, holding you up against the wall effortlessly, he began to drive into you harder now.

“...my turn, tell Vegas how good you feel.”

His confidence was warranted, it didn’t matter how stubborn you were, how hard you tried to fight against giving him exactly what he wanted from you, it was fruitless.

Your orgasm crashed down with haste, as the ecstasy erupted through your body you bit down on his shoulder to disguise your loud moans; Lewis followed your high pretty soon after.

“How about I cancel the rest of the day's plans and we spend it right here?”

Lewis’ voice as he came down from his high was raspy, breath stolen, it also happened to be your favourite sound.

“I know you haven’t brought me all the way to Vegas just to do something you can do at home, Lewis.”

He slowly lowered you down onto your incredibly unsteady legs, still shaken from the pleasure he had given you moments ago.

“But I don’t get to make you scream like that at home…”

You shot him a look that told him to stop, as fun as a day in bed with Lewis sounded, you had a dress he had bought for you specifically for this occasion waiting to be worn and a hair and make up appointment you were not going to miss.

“Maybe for the sake of your shoulder, it is best that you can’t.”

Lewis wore the scar of your teeth marks with pride, a little broken skin was a fine price to pay to get to watch you walk around with shaky legs for the next half an hour.

It was as you put on the last shoe that you heard Lewis’ daddy voice muffled in the suite somewhere, his tone of voice was always excited when he spoke to your daughter, it was soft, it was comforting, it was so full of love. There was no one else in the world that provoked the tone of voice he used for Bambi, not even you.

You were fixing your shoes when you heard his voice grow closer to you, quickly you jumped up to the mirror, fixing the dress down just in time for him to appear with his phone held out with your daughter’s button nose pressed up against the screen, looking at you.

“Mummy is right…here…fuuuu-”

Lewis stopped himself before he finished the curse word but the point was made so violently that the giggle from his dad in the background of the FaceTime call told you that everyone had heard exactly what he meant.

His expression was like something out of a cartoon, eyes wider than you had ever seen them, his lips parted in amazement, never had a gaze of his appeared so hungry before, the licking of his lips just sealed it.

“Hey babygirl…”

You walked closer to the phone he was holding up and waved at your daughter who was smiling.

“Mummy, you look so beautiful!”

“Yes…yes she does…”

Lewis’ voice now matched his look too, a deep growl tone to it as his eyes bore into your skin, his breathing heavy with the want to feast on his woman, with no ability to do so.

“We will be home tomorrow babygirl, be good for grandpa now please.”

Nervous butterflies filled your stomach as the longing to be with your daughter became too much in an instant, you missed her, you missed when it was just the three of you, nothing felt right when one of you was away from the other.

“I’m always good, mummy. Grandpa is taking me to the movies in the morning and then out for ice cream! Grandpa no, not that doll silly…the one with the green hair!”

The excitement in her little voice settled your nerves, despite the fact you missed her so much it ached, she didn’t seem phased by your being away at all, which comforted you.

She didn’t have the patience, nor the need, to say goodbye to you both. Very quickly she abandoned the phone on the sofa, leaving you staring at a ceiling, whilst she ran off to correct her grandpa’s choice of doll to play with.

“See…I told you she would be fine.”

Lewis was fast to end the call and place the phone in his pocket, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you, and the moment he found the place on your hips he loved to hold, he let out a little moan of satisfaction and a deep breath of hunger.

He was so sly with the way in which he backed you up towards the dresser, knowing you would hate to mess up your hair minutes before you had to leave, he took the opportunity to have you propped up on a surface instead.

“I can’t wait until later, you look so fucking…ugh…I need you now.”

The frustration in his voice was incredibly hot, the panting between each word told you how hard he was straining underneath the jeans he was wearing and he almost got his way, he almost had you right then and there, until the phone he placed in his pocket vibrated so harshly it couldn’t be ignored.

“Every…single…time.”

His head fell back in frustration as he read the message on his screen, closing his eyes for a second to try and compose himself, he looked back up at you with a thousand thoughts running through his mind.

“It’s okay, just a few more hours and I’m all yours.”

You couldn’t let your own frustration show, not yet. It felt childish yet exciting that no matter what you both tried, you couldn’t have exactly what you wanted; each other. Instead you were left having to sneak around like teenagers to steal seconds of passion, awaiting a secret escape in a hotel room in the middle of the night to really give into temptation.

“Wait…you’ve forgotten something.”

Lewis stopped you as you headed out of the door, he took out the Cartier box you forgot you even had, from his pocket, and expertly placed the necklace around the base of your throat, making sure to seal the clasp with a kiss before he took your hand and led you down to the car.

“Perfect, now let me show my woman off to the world.”

It was still weird to you how much Formula One had grown in popularity in the few years you were apart. Sure Lewis had always been famous, but never had it been so that there were crowds akin to a pop concert waiting for him, holding signs that begged for his proposal, screams of declarations of love and phones, so many phones, held up to capture every movement you both made as you stepped out of the car and Lewis wrapped his arm around your waist.

“You ready for this, babe?”

No, could anyone ever be ready for this amount of attention? But still you smiled and you nodded and you played the supportive girlfriend role whilst you walked past a crowd you were certain half wished for your demise just so they could replace you, whilst the other half filmed your every breath to upload to fan accounts moments later.

Lewis was extra protective of you when you joined him for work, whether it was track side or movie premier, he made sure that you were comfortable and in his eyesight at all times, the last thing he wanted was for you to think he was neglecting you, or that anything else in the world was more important.

“I will be back as soon as I can, will you be okay?”

He was seconds away from stepping on stage in front of thousands of people yet his only concern was how you were feeling.

“I’m fine, go…the people await Sir Lewis Hamilton and his incredible bulge in those jeans.”

You pulled him by the top button on his denim shirt towards you, kissing him through a smile on both of your faces before he turned and headed onto the stage, his lips still covered in the lipstick you wore as he waved to his screaming fans.

It was all going so well at first, you stood just to the side of the stage and waited patiently for Lewis to finish his interview with the presenter, you heard him speak of his excitement at the race taking place in Vegas next season, you watched him pander to the fans that had waited hours to see him and you watched as the presenter lingered a look into his eyes just a little longer than what was normal, a linger that told you of memories she was reliving, and you knew, in the pit of your stomach you knew that this was not the first time they had met.

“How did I do?”

His question was rhetorical of course, however he noticed that you didn’t fawn after him, he realised almost immediately as you didn’t allow your waist to be held properly by him that something had happened, in the few minutes he was away from you, something had upset you.

“What’s wrong baby?”

You couldn’t look at him, not through disgust but more through shame of your own doing, you knew you had no right to be jealous of a moment he shared with a woman when he was single, yet every tiny part of you hated the thought of it.

Lewis was yours, he had always been yours, he was Bambi’s daddy, he was the man who knocked up a woman he met hours before and promised her the world with little hesitation. Lewis was yours, how dare she know even a fraction of the man you adored?

“Her.”

It was all the words you could muster but it was enough, he didn’t try to deny it, he didn’t jump on the defensive, instead he sighed throwing a hand up to his brow so he could run it down over his face.

“How did you know?”

You looked up at him and he looked distraught, like he was seconds away from tears, like all hope had been lost.

“Because she gave you the same look I gave you when we were no longer together, the look of knowing you and wanting you again. I hate that she knows you, I hate that so many of them know you.”

“Baby, come on…”

He reached out to grab your hand but you pulled away, you were very aware of how irrational you were acting yet you couldn’t stop yourself.

“I hate that all these women know you, they know you intimately, they know you in ways that only I should know you, Lewis. They know the man I love.”

“I can’t keep doing this…”

His words sent a shockwave through your body as you took them in. You were so used to his asking for forgiveness that the moment he didn’t, the moment he sent a message of frustration, you weren't quite sure how to deal with it.

“What?”

“This…this walking on eggshells around you constantly, the accusations of cheating, the jealousy…all of it…this isn’t healthy for either of us.”

“Are you saying-”

“That’s it exactly, this is what I mean…the constant negative thoughts, the mistrust. We can’t keep doing this, something has to give.”

He was right, you knew it deep down, that despite how much you loved him, love wasn’t enough when it was wrapped in days and days of torturing yourself with thoughts of who was keeping him company overseas whilst you raised your daughter alone.

How could you set the best example for Bambi when the only example she had of a woman was someone so anxious that she would lose the man she loved all day everyday, that she barely had time to appreciate the happy moments with him?

Anxious thoughts had clouded your memory, sure you could remember some of the days out you had as a family, some of the parties and events you went to together, but it was the little things, the small moments of intimacy that only you three would ever know happened, that you couldn’t recall at all. The moments you had convinced yourself were fictional, a fraud, moments Lewis only took part in to keep up the ruse that he was a family man first.

Your mind never kept the memories you were certain were fake, how could you believe the man who blew you a kiss across the room as he played with your daughter building legos, really meant that kiss? Why would he? You only ever existed to him back home, after all. When he was out of the country you were out of sight, for all you knew you might as well have not existed, you certainly did not exist in his world more often than not.

“Let’s get out of here.”

That night in Vegas should have been filled with fun, it should have been a moment for both of you to really be a couple first before you were parents, something you had never been before, but instead it was met with silence as you headed back up to the suite that now felt ridiculously too big, and a sense of emptiness that came from the impending doom of all of the unsaid words.

There was something different about this disagreement, if you could even call it that. You were the first to explain to anyone that asked that your relationship wasn’t without its challenges, you argued, you disagreed, you got on eachothers nerves, you had moments you disliked each other but that was normal, those moments passed and most importantly, the love never seemed to leave in those moments.

This moment was different though, it felt different, the air hung so heavy with tension, the huge room somehow now felt way too small and although you could avoid each other by busying yourselves in your assigned dressing rooms, you could feel the presence of Lewis behind the walls, you could feel the weight of the words unspoken, something both of you carried.

You had entered your room with the intention of changing out of the dress that now felt uncomfortable, it was funny that the moment you no longer wanted to impress him you wanted to cover every inch of your skin in an attempt to hide from him.

Instead of undressing, you found yourself exhausted from the events of the evening, drained from the emotion, and all you could do was sit on the edge of the bed you considered sleeping in that night and ponder thoughts of what exactly had gone so wrong.

Lewis had been quiet for some time now, you had heard him moving about the suite, a sign of life, but when it got deathly quiet, so quiet in fact you weren't entirely sure he hadn’t gone out, you knew then that the silent treatment would get you both nowhere.

You were purposefully quiet as you left your room, as if you were trying to catch him in the act, but the act of what exactly you wasn't entirely sure. There was no sign of him in the living area, nor was he over by the bar, it meant realistically he had to be in the bedroom if he was even still around.

The room was dark but for the light that peaked out from the middle of the not quite completely closed curtains illuminating his still fully clothed body laid out on the bed. His eyes were shut but you knew he wasn’t asleep, you could always tell he was asleep from the way his breathing sounded.

“Can I come in?”

You stood at the doorway asking for permission until you saw his eyes open and stare, a deep hard stare, at you.

“This is your room too, isn’t it?”

His tone was harsh without intent, you could no longer hear the love within each syllable, he spoke to you as if you were just anybody else and that hurt more than any words really could.

“Are we…are we done?”

You had pondered a thousand different ways to bring up the same question but being in front of him, the desperation in your voice leapt out and there was no patience for easing you into the conversation, you needed to know now.

Lewis sat up on the bed, swinging his legs around the side before he beckoned for you to join where he was sitting, the first sign of friendliness you had seen in quite some time from him.

“I don’t know what to do anymore…”

You wanted to scream no at him, you wanted to throw your hands over his mouth so he could say no other words, you wished you could go back in time and take back your outburst of jealousy, keep the doubts hidden within you so as to avoid this exact conversation.

It couldn’t be over, could it? After everything you had both been through, the promises you had both made, it felt so unfair for this to be the end of your story.

“...you will never really trust me, will you?”

You were thankful Lewis could continue the conversation because you were simply incapable, your flight or fight response was the third option of freezing, and no matter how badly you wanted to fight for him you were simply not equipped to.

“I do trust-”

“But you don’t, you never have. The constant accusations, the glances over at my phone screen you think I don’t notice, the random middle of the night check ins when I am overseas just to make sure I don’t have company…it’s not healthy, it’s not healthy for you to constantly think I am cheating on you, it’s not healthy for me to have to worry about every contact I have with a female in case you read it the wrong way.”

His accusatory words sprung you into defensive mode and at once your face screwed up with a look of disgust, how dare he put all the blame on you?

“But you did fuck her, it’s not like I am accusing you for no reason, is it?”

Lewis sighed, a long deep sigh, as his eyes looked down at the hands he had paired at his lap.

“I am truly sorry that I did not live a life of abstinence whilst we were apart, if I had known that we would get back together and the women I spent nights with would tear us apart, I would have stayed celibate just to make you happy.”

“That isn’t what I am asking you to do, it’s just-”

“It’s what, babe? Because what else can I do to show you that I love you, that I love Bambi, that the family we have created and the life we have built, is the single most precious thing in my life?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how to stop feeling like I don’t deserve you.”

“Are you crazy?”

It could have been offensive the way in which he scowled the words at you, but whilst he asked the rhetorical question he grabbed your hands instinctively, as if words were not quite enough to explain his feelings, you had to feel them through the warmth of his touch too.

“I have never felt like enough for you. You didn’t pick me, you were stuck with me. Let’s be honest for a moment, if you hadn’t got me pregnant after our night together, would you have ever seen me again? Would you have called me again? I am not stupid, Lewis. I know you did not choose to spend your life with me, I know that you are a good man and a honourable man and that the life we created meant you had to learn to be with someone you never would have picked, had you had a choice.”

“You think I am with you because we have a daughter?”

“Well, yes? We had a one night stand and created a life but that is exactly what our time together was, a one night stand. It wasn’t lost on me that you were away every opportunity you got when I was first pregnant. You felt nothing and nor should you have, I was a stranger. I can’t pretend anymore that I don’t realise I am not your type, I am not bold enough, skinny enough, my face isn’t sculpted to perfection by Dr Miami and I don’t have a career that rivals yours in terms of success. I know you deserve better, that is what scares me.”

Every word you said looked like an attack on his whole being, he winced, he screwed his eyes up, he shook his head, the paragraph ran him through a range of emotions all at once.

“Fuck, you really feel that way?”

You would have been prepared for him to fire back with denial, it was how this conversation normally went after all, so his calm response took you by surprise. You nodded, a head movement weighed down by the overwhelming sadness you felt.

Lewis closed his eyes for a moment, running a hand over his braids before he rose, walking around the room as if his director had told him to act out being deep in thought; he was playing the role superbly.

“I guess you’re right…”

It turned out that despite the fact you truly believed those words, hearing his confirmation felt like a blow to your stomach that winded you completely, a breath you would not be able to really get back until he carried on.

“If we hadn’t made a baby that night, the chances are I probably wouldn’t have seen you again. That isn’t a reflection of you though, that is all on me. I liked you from the moment I met you in the club that night, we had some of the hottest sex I had ever had…I still think back to that night sometimes, you know?”

It was the last sentence that made him shoot you a look, you couldn’t hold eye contact and instead you dropped your gaze to your lap, where it felt safer.

“I like to think Bambi came into the world to make us both realise, to make me realise, the love of my life was right in front of my eyes. I know I wasn’t perfect when you were pregnant, I was stupid, I was immature, I was running away from responsibilities and clinging to a life I had curated to hide within. That isn’t who I am deep down, I wanted a family forever, I wanted to be a dad forever…”

Lewis moved closer to you now, his words had warmed the air, the memories of the years in which you shared softened the tension, his smell, the natural woody scent that was your favourite, comforted you the closer he got.

“...I don’t know how to convince you that to me you are perfect, but I am quite willing to tell you every single day for the rest of our lives.”

He stood right in front of you, his hand held out as an invitation for you to take it; you did. The moment he had you risen to your feet, he stroked his hand down your face, resting it on your hip as he looked deep into your eyes.

“I can’t promise you that I won’t annoy you, I can’t promise you that we will always agree, and as much as I want to, I can’t always promise you that my past, that people from my past, won’t appear in places we least expect…”

It was your turn to close your eyes now, the thought of past conquests rearing their heads in moments of your lives sickened you to your stomach. Lewis caught your attention once again, holding your chin with the back of his fingers as he nudged your gaze back up to meet him.

“...but I can promise you that I will never…ever…jeopardise what we have. You are the only woman I ever want and the only woman I ever will want, I promise.”

It felt natural to kiss you and so he did, a soft kiss with his lips placed against yours, no moving, no tongues, just a kiss that attempted to seal his words in your mind to make you understand that he truly meant every intention he promised.

“I’m sorry, Lewis.”

An apology was all you could muster, declaring your love to him wouldn’t have done the moment justice, he deserved to know how sorry you were for ever taking his words, his actions, and his commitment for granted.

“No more apologising, just let me love you, please?”

You didn’t answer with words, instead you answered with a kiss back. Your kiss was heavier, weighted with the need to express to him how sorry you really were. He hadn’t asked you to trust him and for that you were thankful, you both knew it was something you were incapable of immediately, but in that moment you truly believed you might get there one day.

If someone had been writing your love story for a novel, a script for a box office hit, you would have fallen from the kiss into bed to make sweet love, but long gone were the days in which sex was the response to any and every emotion you both felt.

Now you often found yourselves cementing your love over a meal, love making was no longer the first thought you had and instead you found it just as satisfying to eat loaded fries you had ordered from room service, each swigging out of a bottle of Champagne to near completion as you retold lines of your favourite inside jokes, the laughter shared secretly between each other, it was these moments that felt as intimate as the moments in which your bodies connected in pleasure…almost.

“Midnight, already?”

Lewis looked at his watch in disappointment, he knew, you both knew, that it was now only hours away from you returning to life, returning to life as parents first and lovers second, you both knew you could no longer waste any second you had together.

“Let’s go for a walk.”

Lewis didn’t even finish his sentence before he jumped up, not letting go of your hand, to make sure you knew that you really didn’t have a say in whether you were going outside or not.

“We can’t, you’ll be surrounded by people and you have not got your security with you. Why don’t we just stay in bed? I’m sure there are other things we can do that will keep you entertained.”

The devilish look in your eye almost made him crumble, he had to physically shake the thoughts that now spiralled in his mind before he went back to his suggestion.

“It’s midnight in Vegas baby, it’s dark, people are everywhere and no one cares who is around, I get to blend in, now lets go before we drink too much we can no longer walk.”

You were positive that it was the alcohol that made him this free with his suggestions, one thing Lewis never compromised no matter what was his safety, and yours, taking a walk outside with you in one of the most popular places on earth was a huge risk, but that risk clearly did not seem to be troubling him as your tongues danced whilst his hand rested on your ass in the lift.

If anyone had spotted you in this moment they could have easily mistaken you for playful teenagers, young lovers who were still in their honeymoon phase, and in a way they were correct. You were still learning how to love each other as individuals before you loved each other as the parent of their child, and this trip was certainly helping that love progress.

He was right, you did blend in. No one looked the way of the couple who walked hand in hand through the strip with no real destination in mind. Every now and then Lewis would stop you, pulling you into him so he could kiss you as he made the most satisfied sounding moan before you continued your walk.

There was so much to see along the strip, so much people watching to do as you followed the drunk people, the happy people, the ones that had lost their life savings in a casino, the lovebirds that weren’t too dissimilar to you both, hand in hand not noticing anything but the other as they walked through the crowds of people all living out acts of time in their own lives.

Lewis stopped you in your tracks as you passed the Bellagio fountain, pulling you into him he held his phone out to take a photo of you both whilst he kissed you on your cheek. A moment frozen in time in the photo, a moment in which to the rest of the world you were nobodies really, that was until you heard the words that loudly shouted from the man near you.

“Shit, Lewis?”

You heard his heart sink, you saw the expression on his face as he realised he had a second to react. He could stay there and become Vegas’ latest attraction as more and more people gathered around him for pictures, videos and to tell him how much they loved him, or he could take your hand and run; he chose the second option.

The bright lights became a streak of blended gold as you ran hand in hand down the strip with Lewis, you wondered if he had always been so carefree and you had just missed it. His braids slapped at the back of his neck as he ran, a movement that hypnotised you as you could focus only on him.

The noise of the crowds became a hum that only grew gentler as you moved through them, like a soft harmony built to soothe the adrenaline that paced through your body at an unbelievable speed. He pulled you into an ever so welcome hug of darkness, an escape, finally you were back alone with him, just where you felt safe.

Lewis fell back against the wall carelessly, he was not concerned with dirtying his clothes, nor was he worried about hurting himself, the wall provided him the perfect resting place to pull you into him, his hands resting softly on the top of your ass whilst your fists balled at his collarbone until you found comfort in the softness of his grown out beard in the palm of your hands.

“I thought you said we would blend in?”

You teased him and he did nothing but roll his eyes in return, both of your smiles were wide with a moment of exhilaration shared.

“We did…almost. Maybe we were meant to be spotted, maybe the universe wanted us to end up in this little alleyway alone so I could do this…”

It never failed to make your body shiver with excitement when Lewis found the back of your head with his hand. He made you feel small, even with so little of a grip on you as he pulled you in to kiss him, he made you feel like you were tiny yet safe with him.

With the hand that wasn’t holding your head, he crept his fingers under your dress, tickling the place that radiated a heat unmatched for him. Acting out exactly what you had imagined him doing the moment you saw the dress.

“We can’t, not in public…”

Lewis’ kiss formed a gentle bite on your bottom lip as he forced himself to pull away from you, just for a moment.

“You didn’t seem to mind on the balcony this morning.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes, it was the best you could do as a comeback as he wasn’t wrong, there was nothing about that morning that you minded, at all.

“There’s something different about you here, you seem so much more…free?”

Lewis allowed his hands to find yours to hold as the now permanent smile that was etched on his face grew the wrinkles that surrounded his eyes.

“It’s what happens when I am around you, I don’t notice the outside world, you are all I see, you are all I want to see.”

Both of you stared mesmerised at your fingers that danced in between the others in mid air, Lewis was right, the outside world did not exist when you were alone together, all that mattered was the bubble of love that formed a protective barrier around you.

“All of my happiest moments are with you…”

His eyes read that he wanted to kiss you, your lips said the same with the way that they drew towards him in desperation, yet he found words to fill the space in between you instead, there was plenty of time for kisses, right now the air needed his words to hold.

“Lewis, that is impossible, I wasn’t there for most of your career and-”

“So what? You think I count career goals as my happiest moments?”

“You don’t exactly have a normal career, Lewis…”

“More of a reason why you, why life with you, has granted me my happiest moments. Meeting you was better than any World Championship, you gave me a family, you showed me a love that comes with no expectations, you gave me a reason to make sure I get out of that car every weekend…it’s all because of you, baby. Happiness only exists because of you.”

You were never the superstitious kind, nor were you ever one to believe in divine intervention, but as the last syllable of his words played into your ears, both of you were struck silent by the realisation of the building you were hidden behind at once.

It was that moment, the mutual understanding between you that the universe was forcing your hand in the matter and really you had no other option, it was that moment that made you believe in fate, in fairytales, in stories of finding the love of your life in the most unexpected of ways.

Lewis held your fingers in his palm as if to kiss them as his eyes rose up to meet your gaze once more.

“Shall we?”

The moan you let out as you woke cared not for the man who was snoring next to you. Your head was pounding violently, your whole body ached, it felt like you had done ten rounds with Mike Tyson hours before, you swore to never drink again.

The blackout curtains didn’t quite leave the room dark enough for your liking, and so you braved only one eye opening as you looked over at the still fast asleep Lewis. He was laid on his back, an arm wrapped over his eyes as if he too was trying to block out the light, whilst the other hand lay on his bare chest. He was naked, you were not.

You made an attempt to get up and instantly felt the room spin, clearly you had drunk far too much last night and you hadn’t really sobered up yet, leaving you stumbling to the bathroom.

Lewis hadn’t moved as you climbed back into bed, it was only as you snuggled up next to him that you felt him stir, his familiar arm found your body as his hand did the same.

He groped at your breasts first, his squeeze clumsier than you were used to, before his hand trailed under the dress that still covered your skin, his fingers stroking the outside of your panties.

“Good morning Mrs Hamilton…”

It took a second for his words to register as he nuzzled into your neck whilst he began to play with you, but all at once scenes of the night before flashed back into your mind and you realised exactly what you had done.

“Shit…did we-“

Lewis took his opportunity to cradle your face, pulling your lips into his as he climbed all of the way on top of you.

“Mmm yes we did…now let me show my wife how happy I want to make her everyday.”

It wasn’t lost on you that he wasn’t panicking at all yet every fibre of your being was a wreck with nerves.

You were married? You married Lewis in Vegas? How could you be so utterly reckless? So completely classless?

His kisses trailed your body as he removed the expensive dress from your skin, the bare skin was replaced with the warmth of his lips until all that was left for him to devour was your middle.

The gasp you let out as his hungry lips wrapped around your clit in a sucking motion, was loud. Your body arched off of the bed as you reached out for his hair, trying so desperately to earn a semblance of control until he removed that from you, holding your hands in the air as he ate your pussy like it was the very first time and he had to make a lasting impression.

Lewis could and often would go down on you for hours, multiple rounds, he was never afraid of really eating you out but he sensed it, he sensed that it did not matter how long he did it for, how intensely he did it either, you were distracted, something was stopping you from finishing and there was nothing he could do about it.

“What do you need from me?”

The moisture on his lips tasted only of you as he climbed up your body, holding the entirety of his weight upon you as a blanket for comfort.

“I don’t…I don’t know.”

Your statement was not entirely false, you didn’t know what he could do to help, what you did know however was that what happened last night, what you both did, it had knocked you for six and no orgasm was beating the anxiety.

“We should be celebrating, baby…talk to me, tell me what’s wrong.”

He was so good at trying to alleviate your worries, as he stroked your face he kissed it too, waiting to feel the familiar feel of your heart rate settling back to normalcy.

You ignored him at first, knowing that the truth could only hurt him in this situation, you wanted him to get distracted, you wished yourself to be able to orgasm if only to satisfy him in the moment. Lewis never gave up though, he wanted to know what was on your mind.

You thought silence may buy you time, lessen the blow a little on what you were sure he would take as rejection, but it didn’t, instead silence told him everything he needed to know and the hurt was evident on his tired face.

“You regret it, don’t you?”

You knew you should have answered straight away, it was an easy yes or no question and should have taken no thought behind it at all, but you didn’t and your silence once again told Lewis everything he needed to know.

He climbed off of you in a hurry, finding comfort on the edge of the bed where he could look at the lines in his palm as the realisation that the woman he married last night was not happy about it at all.

“I’m sorry, Lewis.”

Your apology was whispered in a hushed tone due to shame, the last thing you wanted to do was hurt him, especially not now, especially not after everything he had done.

“I can’t believe you don’t want to be married to me…”

The vulnerability in his voice was upsetting, for such a strong man he sure wasn’t afraid of his emotions being read in a room.

“That isn’t-no…I don’t regret marrying you because it’s you, I regret marrying you in the way we did…in the tacky, overdone, spontaneous way we did it.”

Lewis looked round at you with relief, his eyes grew wide with optimism as he heard the first sign of hope in your words.

“Do you really care about that? I didn’t have you down for a woman that wanted the big traditional church wedding.”

“No, I’m not…I don’t care about that…I never even thought I would get married but Bambi…”

You saw the realisation on his face as the gravity of the situation, of the moments stolen from you as a family, finally hit him.

“You’re right, we shouldn’t have done it without her. I don’t regret it though, I will never regret marrying you.”

At least that made one of you, you thought.

“You’re back!”

The excitement within the little girl who ran to the door to greet you both was palpable, she could barely decide who to hug first before settling for you.

“I missed you so much Bambi.”

The one thing every single person in your lives knew about the three of you was that there was little point hanging around to be the fourth wheel, it wasn’t that you were selfish, uncaring of others, it just seemed that whenever the three of you were together all you could see was each other and the rest of the room were neglected for attention.

Lewis’ dad quickly said his goodbyes once you were both settled back home and soon it was just the three of you once more, and finally the world felt right once again.

The days after Vegas were entirely less eventful, Lewis had a few work commitments, interviews on late night talk shows, a photoshoot for Valentino, but he took the both of you to them all, needing you both as company to make the days bearable.

On an evening, when the temperature cooled outside, you would spend hours playing board games, eating the finest fast food LA had to offer, and dips in the sea. It was on your final night in Malibu that Lewis dared to broach the conversation of living arrangements, turmoil long forgotten now you had found other things to distress you, like a shotgun wedding.

“Do you still hate it here?”

Bambi played down in the sand with her dolls, her direction for the scene she was acting out was becoming more and more excitable as it went on. You were sat in between Lewis’ legs, the space you often found yourself in, your fingers tickling each other.

“I don’t hate it, Lewis. Would it make you happy if we made this our home?”

“Yes but I need you to want to live here too and I can tell you don’t want to. Where would make you happy?”

“Anywhere, Lewis. I know you, and I know Bambi, love it here by the ocean, it would be cruel of me to deny you both of that.”

“Then we will keep this house…but we won’t live here. I was thinking, your home, the one back in the city, is quite perfect for us really, isn’t it?”

You sighed as you heard his compromise. Sure, you loved that house more than anywhere else, it was exactly where you wanted to live, but you knew it meant sacrificing time with Lewis, you knew it meant that being there would make his life harder with travel, more difficult with anything work related.

“Lewis, I don’t want you to have to be anywhere you don’t really want to be…”

“Look at me…”

His voice was stern now, offended almost, as he asked you to turn your gaze away from the beach for a moment to look at him.

“...I do not care about the house we live in or where it is located, the only thing I need to be happy somewhere is you and that little girl down there. I want to live where you want to live, and if that means I only get to be by the ocean part of the time, that is a sacrifice I am happy to make. You’re home baby, wherever you and the beautiful daughter you have given me are, that’s home.”

The conversation was never concluded with a decision but you both knew that you would not be moving across the world, nor would you be house hunting in your city, any time soon. As the old saying goes, why fix what isn’t broken? Besides, Bambi had a school place already in your city, it just made sense.

For the first time in forever, it was you who woke first. Bambi was in her spot, laid on the lion on Lewis’ chest as he held your hand above your heads. Your stirring never woke them as you slowly let go of his hand, sliding out of the bed and heading to the kitchen to make a coffee.

You were unsure of how long you had been standing on the decking when you felt you had company.

“Are you okay, mummy?”

Bambi stood by the open door, one hand rubbing an eye whilst the other clutched her white bunny bear at her waist.

“I am great babygirl, are you okay?”

“I miss home, I miss my bedroom.”

If she had been a little older you would have been convinced she was humouring you with those words, that she had overheard the conversation last night and wanted to sympathise with your want to be back in the city, but you knew she was too young to have that level of empathy.

“We will be home tonight, Bambi. Now go get your daddy and we can spend one last morning by the ocean before we have to leave.”

You did just that. The three of you spent the entirety of the morning on the beach, laughing, paddling in the ocean, and eating breakfast on the sand. It was then that you realised you had really grown to love Malibu, not the celebrities as neighbours, not the shops that you could only afford to shop in with Lewis, but the Malibu that was right there, the Malibu that housed the bubble in which the three of you had spent most of the week in, the Malibu that had provided such a beautiful setting for the falling in love of two people who now knew each other as people before parents and somehow loved each other more.

You looked over to the sight of Lewis walking through the sand with your daughter, his big hand completely engulfing hers as their eyes focused on the sand in which they walked and you felt your heart fill to burst.

Lewis was so very special, Lewis was kind, he was patient, he was loving, he was everything good that a man could be, he was the most amazing father but it was the little thing about him that you dared not speak out loud, the little thing about him that had come from this trip, the one in which he was leaving Malibu as your husband, and you as his wife.

You may have both agreed to never speak of it again, to not tell a single soul of the commitment you made to each other that drunken night in Vegas, but that did not stop you from feeling proud and from feeling lucky.

Lewis was your husband, it mattered not that neither of you had a piece of metal on your fingers to signify it, the man that was now knelt down on the sand with Bambi as they examined a seashell they had found, was your husband, he was your endgame.

“You got everything, babe?”

Lewis was at his cutest when he was in his rushing around, organising everyone mode. He was a perfectionist and as much as he trusted you to have packed everything, he couldn’t help himself but check every inch of every room before you left for the car that waited to take you to the airport.

“Yes Lewis, we need to get going before we miss our flight.”

He quite literally did a final jog around the house before he made his way back to where you waited by the door. He handed you the seashell Bambi had collected for you on the first night of your stay.

“Come on, let’s go home.”

Three Months Later

Neither one of you had dared bring up the semantics of a busy race season happening during the time Bambi started school, you both knew the likelihood of Lewis being able to be there for her first day was slim to none, he was only ever granted a few days a week with you both, but somehow the gods of luck worked in your favour once more and he was able to be stood beside you at the school gates, a tear pooling in his eye as he watched his whole heart run into the line for her class with the confidence he had instilled in her.

Bambi stood out in the line, you knew you were biased but you also knew as you looked around at the other children that stood in the same grey uniform, none of them glowed with the sparkle that came from having two parents who showered them with love quite like Bambi did.

“Maybe we should wait around for a little while, just in case she needs us?”

You knew Lewis would struggle to accept his little girl growing up and starting school. He had always rested in the knowledge that when he couldn’t be there with her, you would be. Now it was different though, now he had to trust strangers with the protection and guidance of the little girl he loved more than the entire world.

“Lewis she will be fine, I promise. It will be time to pick her up before we know it.”

There were moments in life where one of you had to put your own anxieties to the side and provide reassurance for the other and this was certainly one of those moments. You saw him look back into the playground at least ten times as you headed to the car but you didn’t tease him, or stop him, you were just as nervous about leaving her there for the first time.

“I’m so glad you could be here, I think I would have struggled doing this alone.”

The look he gave you told you more than any words could, you knew how much it pained him to miss events, and even though he was there for your daughters first day of school you both knew it was due to luck more than anything else. There was no guarantee he would be there for any of her firsts, there never had been.

“I won’t be racing forever, soon I’ll be retired and at home with you everyday…”

You knew he was trying to convince himself more than he was you, you had never once begrudged him his career, it granted a life for your daughter, and for you, of privilege and very little worry but sometimes, in the middle of the night when Lewis had been gone for days, you wished he did something else, anything else, you wished he had a normal job that meant he was able to be a dad and a boyfriend - husband - before he was anything else.

“Let’s not think about that now, you still have an eighth world championship to win.”

Never had you met a person with more expressional eyes, apart from your daughter that was. As he smiled at you from the passenger seat you could read the thoughts he had deep down. To anyone else that smile would have been normal, expected even, but you knew what he really meant by it; it was a thank you.

The drive to the airport with Lewis had become an almost weekly event now, most journeys were mundane, annoying even, you hated that each mile you drove meant the closer it got to being without him for a while. Today however, you were far too distracted by trying to find the right moment to speak with him.

You had both sworn to be better at communication yet the first hurdle that came your way, the first time you really needed to talk to him, you were frozen mute with fear.

“Daddy, can we come?”

You looked at each other and laughed, it had now become routine for your daughter to ask to join Lewis on trips away as she thought you might just agree to it.

“No Bambi, you have school tomorrow. I’ll be home again after the race on Sunday night, you will barely even have time to miss me!”

Lewis reached an arm around the back of his chair to tickle the little girl who sat expectantly in her car seat, this too had become routine now, everything about your life was now a routine.

“I always miss you daddy. Always.”

You saw him out of your peripheral close his eyes for a little too long, the stab of his daughter's words, although said with affection, hurt a heart that longed to never give her a reason to miss him.

The most important part of a relationship, of a family, was someone always being the strong one, the one who held up the others when they were falling, the one that made moments happen no matter how hard the moments were; usually this was Lewis.

On days like today though, days where he had to leave for a while to go race overseas, days where you could feel how badly he wished he retired a year ago, days when you could tell your daughter wanted him to stay too, you had to be the strength, you had to put aside the fluttering in your tummy, the sickness that came with having to say goodbye, and convince them both that it wasn’t the most devastating moment of your life, even if it quite literally felt that way every weekend.

“I’ll be back no later than 10pm on Sunday, I promise.”

It took all of your might to pull away from Lewis, knowing it was you that had to do it otherwise he would miss his flight, it was only as you made your way back through the airport car park, the noise and the hustle of the many people doing what you had just done, shielded the silent tear that you let fall down your cheek, the moment of weakness you allowed yourself before you had to spend the next few days with the bravest of faces for your daughter's sake.

10pm on Sunday, he would be back home with you soon, and you will have a whole other week to prepare to say goodbye once more.

Time seemed to slow down when Lewis was away, and as much as you tried to busy yourself with school runs, homework and the occasional FaceTime call from Lewis, nothing seemed to distract you from the longing for his scent to engulf every room he was in, for the warmth of his body to be where you sought comfort of an evening in front of a film, and the laughter, the very specific giggle that both he and his daughter shared, ringing through the air of your home.

You realised quite early on that it did not matter what house, what city or what country you labelled as home, nothing actually felt like it was without him present. Your house was never a home until all three of you were in it, what was the point of love if it had no one to find?

‘Finished in P3 for quali, I might just get this win for you tomorrow x’

‘I never care where you finish just as long as you are safe x’

‘As long as I have my girls to come home to, I will always be safe x’

You wanted to scream at him when he said things like that, you were never one for superstition yet you knew well enough just how dangerous his job was. Lewis knew that you hated being apart from him but what he didn’t know was that every weekend you were wracked with nerves, how many times you held your breath until the third corner of a race, scared that any of his colleagues might make a mistake and take him away from you.

You would never tell him how you truly felt, you would never tell him that you kept a calendar in your mind for which you crossed off each race weekend as you waited for him to retire, that you recited prayers despite not being particularly religious, to keep him safe, that you wore a bracelet you had made with his initials, one that he told you he loved when you wore as it told the world of who you belonged to, but you wore it so you could hold him against your pulse point as he raced, the two hours he spends in the car you provide him your own heartbeat, just in case he needs a backup.

You are not a very superstitious person yet there is something about the love you have for the man who was born to be someone special to the world, to be the reason for your entire world, that makes you that way.

Bambi tried to stay awake for her dad to make it home, she always tries, but as soon as it hits 9pm and there is still no sign of him you feel her drift off to her dreams, the ones in which he is always present, and her head rests right on your arm until the sounds of the key turning in the door wake her.

That didn’t happen this night however, 9pm turned into 10, and 10pm quickly turned to midnight with no sign of him. It was on the fifteenth panicked message you sent him that you finally got a response, just as you were tiptoeing out of your daughter's room having put her to bed.

‘Baby I am so sorry, the flight was delayed. I’ll be home soon, don’t wait up for me x’

‘Just get home safe x’

You wanted to ignore his request to not wait up, you really wanted to count every second of his journey home just to know the very second he was back with you, but sleep overcame you around 1am and you drifted off on your side of the bed, leaving empty his side as you always did when he was away.

You hadn’t heard him arrive home at all, you hadn’t heard him undress nor did you feel him climb into bed, it was only the moment you felt his arm wrap around you, the moment you felt safe once again that you knew he was home.

“Lewis, you’re-”

“Ssh, baby. I’m here, go back to sleep.”

You turned over towards him, laying on his chest just to feel the way his chest lifted and fell as he breathed, to smell his musky scent from having travelled for hours, you were so grateful that he never showered, his natural scent was so comforting to you.

“I love when you’re home, Lewis.”

Even in a state of unconsciousness you would never go as far to tell him you hated when he left, your words were not built to make him feel guilty for living out his dreams, but you still wanted to him to know just a little of how only his presence in the house made it feel like a home.

Years ago you would have spent the first few hours expressing your love through desperate need for pleasure, and hunger for the other, but not now, not now you were so many years into life together, love making could wait, you were content enough with just hearing every deep breath he made as he slept, feeling the warmth of his very existence hit your face as you lay on him.

The sheets were cooler than they should be for having been slept on by two humans all night. Bambi had crept into bed with you both not long after Lewis had arrived home and the last thing you remembered was the image of her beautiful curls peeking out from under her red silk bonnet as she laid on the lion she favoured.

That sight had long disappeared and your stomach dropped. You knew that with the sunrise came the inevitability of Lewis knowing the truth, from you having to have a conversation with him that would rival the toughest of your life, and finding your bed long empty that morning only made the nerves worse.

What if he found out somehow? What if you were about to walk into a scene in which he shot daggers at you with his eyes across the room?

It was silent, completely silent. No sounds of laughter, no chattering between the loves of your life from the kitchen as they made breakfast together, it sounded as if you were home alone.

It was only as you walked into the living room that you saw your little girl standing with a bouquet of red roses in her hand, patiently waiting for you to enter. The smile on her face was the widest it had ever been, her eyes snuck looks to the side of the room you couldn’t yet see; you knew she was looking at Lewis.

“For you mummy!”

Bambi didn’t wait for you to question what was happening, instead she walked a little towards you to hand you the flowers.

“Daddy got them for you, aren’t they pretty?”

It was then that you realised she was dressed up like she was ready to go to a party, nothing at all like it was 7am on a Monday and she had school in a couple of hours. You took the roses from her and smelled them, they smelt fresh and expensive.

Before you even had a chance to look for him, Lewis called your name from just behind you, prompting you to turn around to see a sight you thought you might never see, especially after Vegas.

Knelt down on one knee, he held a seashell in his hand but not just any seashell, the very one you had watched Lewis and Bambi collect on the last walk on the beach, the one he had kept with him for months now, the one in which now held the biggest diamond ring you had ever seen.

Time froze, the nervous butterflies in your tummy did not disappear, instead they multiplied by a thousand as you failed to hear the words in which he spoke at first, too shaken by the secret you held to fully comprehend the gravity of the unexpected situation.

“...and the truth is, I have always been looking for an excuse to make sure you are mine forever. Will you marry me?”

That is when you looked at him, mute but for your eyes that told him a thousand things, he had so much hope in his own, so much hope that was quickly fading the longer you refused to answer.

“Mummy?”

If it wasn’t for Bambi reminding you she was witnessing this scene, you were certain you may have never answered him, but you couldn’t do this to her, she didn’t know you were already married, she didn’t know that you carried a secret with you that would change the course of everything, and she didn’t need to know that you had any doubts.

“Yes, yes…of course, I’ll marry you.”

Lewis’ smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, it was insincere, an act of kindness granted to the fictional scene you were both playing out for the sole benefit of your daughter as he hugged you, rather than placing the ring on your finger.

“We need to talk.”

He whispered those words into your ear before he asked Bambi to go and get dressed for school, he was kind with his asking of her but the sternness in his voice told her that you needed some space.

“I thought you would be happy? Didn’t you want the traditional wedding?”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t happy, Lewis…it’s just…I-I-I’m-”

“You’re pregnant, I know.”

“How? Did you see the scan picture or something?”

Lewis smirked at you, a smirk that mocked you almost, exactly like the secret you had kept for a week now, the one that troubled your every thought, was really no big deal at all.

“No, I could just tell…I’ve seen you pregnant before, I know exactly what the glow on your skin is telling the world. Are you not happy about it?”

He asked the question as if he was detached from the scenario, as if the choice of happiness was yours alone and in a way you appreciated it. You knew then that regardless of your answer, he would choose you.

“I’m just scared, I know this means more change for you, I know this makes your life even harder…”

Lewis held the hands that you fidgeted within his own as took the deepest of breaths.

“You want to know the truth? This makes my decision easier. Now I know I need to spend more time at home with you, at home with Bambi, at home with my family. I already told the team I am thinking of retiring at the end of this season-”

“No, no…don’t do that. I wasn’t going to ask you to-”

“Stop baby, I know you weren't going to ask me to retire but it’s time. I’ve achieved everything I can and I will be damned if I miss any more of my family's lives. My biggest regrets were missing all of Bambi’s firsts, I missed everything special just to drive a car around a track fast. That wasn’t what I was put on this earth to do, I was put on this earth to love that little girl, to guide her, to help her fulfil her dreams. I was put on this earth to love you. I can’t do any of that from a distance.”

“Lewis, please think about what you are saying…”

“I have thought about it, I’ve thought of nothing else since we got back together. I hate leaving you both, I hate making you both miss me. I want to be here, I want to wake up everyday to both of my girls and know I don’t have to leave.”

“I’m so sorry.”

Lewis didn’t let you hang your gaze to the floor for too long, nudging your chin up to look at him.

“For what?”

“For doing this to you twice now. I keep ruining your plans for the future by getting pregnant and-”

This time he didn’t stop your words with reassurances, he knew better than to try and convince you that your foolish worrying was wrong, he knew that only time could make you realise how wrong you were and now with the time he was granting you all, it would be worth it.

“Stop. You, Bambi, the new baby…that is my future plans.”

The butterflies in your tummy intensified as he placed a hand on it, it was so different this time around, this time around you were pregnant by your husband, albeit the husband you had married in secret and the one who had just proposed to you, the pregnancy wasn’t with a stranger but in fact you were now pregnant by a man who loved you more than anything you thought possible.

“You said there was a scan, can I see it?”

It was your turn to smirk now, you looked back at him as he stood waiting for you to return, knowing that everything he thought he knew would be turned upside down within the next thirty seconds.

You held the small piece of card against your chest as you walked back towards him, placing it in his hand and watching his expression intently.

He looked lovingly at the picture captured of the life in your womb, a smile you had seen only once before in the delivery room of the hospital at Bambi’s birth. A smile filled with pride, filled with hope and dreams and promises that he was the most equipped man to keep.

It was amusing how long it took for the realisation to dawn on him, just how long it took him to study the picture to realise exactly what he was looking at, but when he did, when he saw exactly what the picture was showing, his eyes widened and his bottom lip dropped in amazement.

“Is that…are we?”

“We’re expecting twins, Lewis.”

#lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton one shot #lewis #ex #out of time

427 notes · View notes

kiwioala · 5 months

Text

new resistance reports that etoiles found today!

CODE REPORT

1/- Similar to the black virus problem, the Federation seems to not be able to control the Code entity that they've abducted in the past. Our intelligence has seemed to capture diverse distress signals from it, showing the struggle. The biggest problem is what the distress signals are conveying. Reports of messages have been already sent full encoded to the operation leaders.

2/- We've been noticing in the recent weeks that the Code entities have started to act differently to what they used to. Their behavior and patterns have kept us intrigued for a long time. But now, with the distress signals from the Federation Code, it's starting to become evident that they are no longer just following the normal path programmed to finish their assignment.

3/- This might have more implications than initially thought. They are starting to create their own 'identity,' for a lack of a better word, an go rouge. This might mean that it will be extremely difficult and dangerous to keep them under control.

4/- To support this claim, there's also been the case of the faulty EGG. It has been behaving irregularly, trying to reach for something that we are not sure of what might be yet. Not only that, but the EGG has also spent a lot of its time in hiding. We've been able to capture movement from it once, near the bunker, acting extremely disturbed. Currently it's back to evading us. \

VIRUS REPORT

1/- We've determined that the black virus surrounding Quesadilla Island has been spreading at a more significant acceleration, raising its capability with each day that passes. After taking over the walls and houses of the residents, it's unclear what exactly it's possible to do to keep it in control now. The Federation have done their best efforts to try and insistently gain order over it, but the strength of the virus overpowers the workforce.

2/- We have underestimated how fast the growth and spread of the virus was. Nonetheless, it has served its purpose and will keep the Federation battling against it.

3/- Through reports and analysis of the attempts of controlling the virus, we've determined a pattern of its way of spreading. It seems that the black virus has a unique way of dislocating itself, to which it's trying to reach a specific direction. This pattern might be an indication of the similar phenomenon happening to the code entities, and their uncommon and odd behavior. The Federation still seems unaware of it.

[STATUS REPORT]

1/- We have received information that the islanders have gone outside Quesadilla Island through the portal of the train tracks, as an excuse for the Federation to regain control over the island again. This can prove to be advantageous for us, given that it will go over the Federation's entire plan to keep them on this island. Between the islanders, we also have our two recruit's between them, which might prove useful in the future.

2/- Update: It seems that something has happened to the residents. They were sent to EGG Island but they are completely off the grid. The Federation doesn't seem able to contact them, so it seems that they are on their own for now.

3/- The Federation is struggling to get to them, thus the residents of Quesadilla Island are stuck in whichever situation they are in right now. We tried to get information from our members that have been to the EGG island in the past, during their stay, but we have not been able to make any breakthroughs.

4/- Since the residents left, Quesadilla Island has become engulfed in a feeling of desolation. It's possible that the federation might be looking for more people to fulfill their plans. For the Rebellion, we keep reaching out to everyone involved but we have taken a hit on our communication since our informant has been stuck in the Nether. They've slowly been able to stabilize the portals, to which a couple of messages have slipped to reach us. Apparently the President is no longer with them, so we believe they're alone.

#qsmp #liveblogging #qsmp lore #lore library #qsmp resistance

140 notes · View notes

mymainwastoocluttered · 2 years

Text

The Key to My Heart (Vice Housewardens + Floyd)

Reader has a secret she keeps locked in her chest. He knows he has her pure, full love when she gives him the key

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

Many people asked for more of this, so I shall deliver!

In this house, Ruggie is a Vice Housewarden, end of discussion. Also also, replaced Ortho (which I also consider a Vice Housewarden) with Floyd, but might write Ortho in his own little post so people can avoid it if they so wish. Maybe. I don't wanna say I will write it cuz we don't make promises we might not keep in this house.

A bit, uh, macabre. Little bit of body horror. If you know Pirates of the Caribbean... Yeah. That.

—<3<3<3

— Trey

Trey has always been the Normal One™, and he's well aware of it. He's by no means "normal", but compared to the idiosyncratic friendships he keeps in his life, he's definitely the most sensible. The less extra, as Cater would say.

So his reaction to his girlfriend's secret is quite understandable. No amount of Chen'ya's shenanigans, Riddle's rules, Ace and Deuce's plots and Cater's trendy adventures could've prepared him for it.

He freezes, eyes glued to the beating heart inside the chest, and can't help but splutter.

"Why me?"

"Who else, then?"

Being the "normal one" also means being boring by comparison. Uninteresting. Bland. Compared to all the personalities present in NRC—from strong to eccentric—Trey is not as interesting, not as good.

But she thinks he's good enough to hold the literal key to her heart.

And being "normal" now has become his greatest advantage, for who would bother with a common boy like him enough to wonder what is the key he carries on his neck, so close to his own heart?

—<3<3<3

— Ruggie

"Babe, not to freak you out, but there's a smell of living flesh and old blood in your room."

"... It's my heart."

"... What?"

His girlfriend pulls him to her bed, and he allows her to manhandle him until he's sitting on the soft mattress. To say the least, he did not expect the scent of flesh when she invited him to her room. Part of him wondered if she needs help to bury a body or something. Maybe her first year friends finally made her snap.

"Ohh, fancy," he whistles when she comes back with a very beautiful chest made of wood and metal. The smell gets stronger. "Please don't tell me you killed Grim and that's the body we need to bury, because that's a way too unique date idea."

"No, silly!" She laughs, but there hardly any amusement in it, which he takes as his cue to take things seriously. "This... Is something I hope you'll guard with your life."

She takes a key from around her neck and uses it to open the chest. Ruggie doesn't need to look at the inside of the chest for much, the smell and the beating attacking his senses so strongly that his eyes do not feel the need to see it for more than a miser second, choosing instead to focus on her face.

"This is my heart. If it stops beating, I die."

Then she grabs one of his hands and places there the key to the chest, closing his fingers on it. She doesn't need to say anything more.

Ruggie will guard the key with everything he is.

—<3<3<3

— Jade

Jade has heard many stories from human sailors, for they were one scarier than the other, one more interesting than the other. He had long grown tired of the exciting tales of hunting and curses of his people, and the romance genre never picked much his attention.

But the undecipherable horrors the humans whispered under their breaths when the nights were so dark, sky and sea became one? The angst they'd murmur in veneration, leaning on each other as if their own hearts were being ripped apart by the pale moonlight?

Now those were entertaining.

Sadly, since Jade could not choose which tales to listen, for no human ever knew the twin terrors lurking under the waves, sometimes he'd lose the gamble and sit through some loathed love story.

Though he quite liked the one about the Captain who fell in love with a Sea Goddess. Secretly, he always wondered how that man could be so foolish to forget the nature of the one he fell for, the nature he fell for, and how the Sea Goddess felt with the knowledge that he didn't love her, but having her, and took his own heart when he was denied.

But today, as his lover presents to him an intricate key to an intricate chest, he finds himself wondering how could the Sea Goddess not understand the utter devotion of a man who loved so desperately that the only way for the pain to stop was to take out his own heart and doom himself to eternity?

How could the Sea Goddess not answer that love in kind, when Jade himself feels like this had been the reason behind his entire existence up to this point?

Then again, the Captain did not give the Sea Goddess his key.

A pity, truly, that neither will ever understand Jade's feelings.

—<3<3<3

— Jamil

For a brief moment, a million plans go through Jamil's brain. It's impossible for him not to plan, not the scheme, not to strategize. His whole life has been nothing but.

And now, there's something even more important than his life at stakes.

To Jamil, the gift of trust and his lover's heart.

He takes the key from her hands in reverence, like he's receiving a gift from a divinity, however this is ten times better.

To humanity, the gift of free will.

Though he guesses it's not a gift when she took his own heart—metaphorically—in exchange.

But it certainly is still a blessing, one he shall carry with him at all times, and cherish at every breath, and if allowed, buried for eternity with it, to make sure he'll be able to care for it even in his next lives.

—<3<3<3

— Rook

For the first time in ages, Rook is absolutely stunned into silence.

He has known about the chest ever since the mysterious girl appeared with it in hands at Orientation. And many times he had tried to figure out what secrets it holds, to no avail as his dear Trickster is—appropriately—very tricky when she wants to.

The wait is paid off when she, after months of courting and dating, finally opens the chest to him.

Due to his incredible ears, he's aware that it holds something that beats like a heart.

He did not expect it to actually be a heart.

Remembering the tale of the evil stepmother who asked for her loyal servant to bring her the heart of her hated stepdaughter in a box, he can't help but wonder how this whole situation came to be. He does not ask. One lock at a time.

The key will be the last thing he'll wear in life, and the first thing he'll wear in death, that he promises.

—<3<3<3

— Lilia

Sometimes, Lilia muses with his buttons, humanity is capable of feats no magic could replicate.

There is a monologue inside him, one that frankly has never stopped ever since his first meeting with a human, in a voice he can't recognize anymore, though he can tell it's not any of his, carrying scary words like ephemeral and inevitable.

One that gets louder whenever he finally stops by himself, one that makes an effort to haunt his dreams whenever he's away from his lover, one that he's not sure he can ever be rid of. One he's not sure he will want to be rid off when the last period is placed at the end of her last sentence.

One that stutters and hushes for the first time in millennia when the chest is open and his eyes feast on the fragility of flesh.

One that begins to avoid her name like the key now dangling from his neck burned it from its repertoire.

A feat not all of his magic ever managed.

—<3<3<3

— Floyd

Floyd actually takes the heart out of the coffin, holding it in gentle hands. He commits to memory the feel of it, the weight of it, the smell of it.

Weren't he so afraid of hurting it with his teeth, he might've licked it to make sure all his senses would be able to recognize the heart of his most loved.

Once he's done, he places it back in the chest. Then he closes it, holding the chest in his hands until he's sure it locked properly.

Taking the key from its keyhole, he gives his girlfriend a look, who nods at him with a tender smile. His own heart beats together with hers, and he presses the cold metal of the key over it to remind it of its owner and its duty.

"Good thing the key is small enough to swallow, just in case."

"What–? Don't swallow the key, dummy!"

Floyd only laughs, pulling her to his lap and squeezing her in his arms.

This key and this person will never be taken from him, he'll make damn sure of it.

1K notes · View notes

prince-kallisto · 8 months

Text

We learned several Unique Magic’s in this Book 7 update- spoilers ahead!

And I am sensing a running theme for Fae’s Unique Magic, and I think I know what Revan’s Unique Magic may be.

I’d like to see the Japanese dialogue for this- not that I don’t trust Ray haha, they’ve been so incredibly amazing live-blogging this update!! I learned so much from them. Other blogs have mentioned this too, but I’m very intrigued by Lilia’s line of “Did you know your son would enroll in that school in the distant future?”

For context, Lilia ripped up his letter from NRC, and Revan took the pieces out of the trash, pieced it together, and kept it safe in the Royal archives. Lilia was stunned for a noble of Revan’s rank to do such a thing- but I think Revan really did know what would happen hundreds of years in the future.

Why? Malleus’ Fae of Maleficence can put everyone in an everlasting dream. Lilia, as we now know, is Far Cry Cradle which allows him to view person’s memories, past and present.

Edit: My mistake, he can see in the memories left behind in OBJECTS, which makes a lot of sense and is less op but in a good way 🤣

And isn’t it strange that so far, Fae magic is able to manipulate dreams and see memories? Such intangible things?

What if Revan’s Unique Magic is the gift of prophecy? Just like how ravens symbolize in Greek Mythology- as they are considered a bird of Apollo, the God of Prophecy.

Ive theorized this before NAHCHDHFJD- why am I getting so excited? Nothing about Revan has been confirmed yet 🤣🤣 but now I feel even more certain because it would ordinarily be impossible for Revan to know about Malleus’ fate, ESPECIALLY because he’s been missing this entire segment.

At first, this was just a crack theory, but on that theory, I mentioned that what if Revan knew the outcome of the war? That he knew his wife would die at the hands of the Silver Owls and there was nothing he could do to prevent it? I wouldn’t blame the man for completely losing it- if not Overblotting from this realization. But his one sole hope was Malleus attending NRC with Lilia, and he needed to keep Lilia’s invitation safe at all costs, knowing he could come back for the letter one day.

And since I’m a Crowley is Revan crack theorist, I think this Unique Magic allows Crowley to know events that would be normally impossible to know. Everything about his plans just fall into place because he knows what will happen.

Revan was even the one to teach Lilia the human language. Trying to convince him that Fae and Humans can one day come to an understanding if they had a common language to share their culture and history with. Isnt it interesting how willing Revan is with humans despite the overall sentiment from other Fae? He is a diplomat, but what if he was trying to prepare Lilia for his own future at NRC?

And after all, Grim in the dream world calls Revan a “kind” man. Hm?

With this knowledge of the potential of Revan’s power, no wonder Lili is terrified. He knew all of the events that would happen, but it was all out of his control.

#guys my unique magic is actually the gift of prophecy #sorry you had to find out this way but it’s the truth #twst #twisted wonderland #twst theory #twst spoilers #twst book 7 spoilers #twst revan #twst levan #twst dire Crowley #twst Lilia #twst Crowley #dire Crowley #KallistoPost #crowley is levan theory

270 notes · View notes

shuttershocky · 2 months

Note

I went to the gamepress arknights tierlist and saw that for aoe casters Mostima is rated at the top as S-, then I clicked on her and saw this writeup they've made: "Historically, Mostima has been one of the lowest graded units in this guide. Since nearly launch, she has epitomized early design mistakes, with her paltry damage, long downtime, and high costs. That is still mostly true." Now I'm just very confused, and thought you might understand it better than this newbie haha, why is she both weak and strong at the same time? And the other aoe casters still can't keep up with her?

Gamepress LUL

Mostima is a unit that doesn't have much value until you start hitting the more difficult content. As a Splash Caster (no idea why gamepress insists on using its own nicknames for classes rather than use the official ones), her DPS is low compared to other Caster types, and her DP cost is high. In terms of which 6 star to raise for new players, she's best left for later as she can't quite carry you the way someone like Exusiai or Silverash can.

However, At E2 with module level 3, Mostima has a very unique niche that very few other units can rival (and none of them are Splash Casters). Her second talent unlocked at E2 reduces enemy movement speed when they're inside her attack range. Investing into her module to level3 increases the talent strength from 15% to 30%, and slows all enemies outside her attack range (meaning, globally) by 18%. This combos really well with her S3, which increases her attack range into a wide wave like shape, while tripling her movement speed reduction. This means that without her module, S3 slows enemies by 45%. With her module, it's 90%, the strongest slow in the game.

Now what makes this extra special is that Mostima doesn't inflict the "slow" debuff, but instead reduces enemy movement speed, and also doesn't actually need to attack the enemy, they just need to be inside her range. This makes her the only crowd control unit able to slow invisible or invincible enemies, as well as enemies who are normally immune to the slow debuff (because Mostima doesn't use "slow"). Additionally, the Slow debuff is an 80% movement speed decrease, while Mostima's S3 is 90%, making her slow stronger than everyone else in the game.

For a vast majority of the game's easier stages, you don't really need Mostima, you need a damage dealer. However, once the game starts throwing real challenges at you, Mostima's level of crowd control is unmatched and uncounterable by the enemy, as it bypasses all mechanics as long s they are within her range. This has made Mostima a common pick for harder stages where strong crowd control is almost a requirement, and in that regard she's one of if not the best Splash caster in the game, with only Dusk's second module really rivaling her.

#Arknights

72 notes · View notes

sosa2imagines · 5 months

Text

I had my dance and now I'm where I belong. Part 5

----------------------------------------------------- Warnings- Angst for Bucky, Fluff for all (This part will mostly focus on Bucky facing the consequences) ----------------------------------------------------- Part 6 -----------------------------------------------------

Saying yes to go on a date with Steve was the best decision of your life! On your first date he took you to an Italian restaurant and was the perfect gentleman, on your way you had notice few girls drooling over him trying to get his attention but he kept looking ahead and at you, ignoring everyone else. Like only you existed on the planet. Steve made you feel better, feel worthy of love again like there was a light at the end of the dark tunnel.

On the other hand ever since Bucky thought about you his head has not been in the right place. Sharon did finally showed up that night in a disheveled state hair a mess, lipstick all over her mouth but Bucky was too tired to notice, but that didn't stop Sharon from being mad at him for the mess in the room ignoring his painful state she kept the lights on purposefully to annoy Bucky which resulted in him sleeping on the couch, you would never do this to him he thinks about you again.

But that was just the beginning, they would have little and minor arguments here and there like any other couple would but than they turn into more serious and loud arguments. It was only few months into the relationship when the arguments started getting intense that led to resolving their issues by having make up sex and things would go back to normal for awhile.

Even when some random girl would flirt with him Sharon won't confront him unlike you, again he compared you and her. Sharon had a simple solution for everything 'sex'. It would be a huge lie if Bucky said he was not getting fed of it. Sharon was in the mood but Bucky gently denied her instead suggesting her to cuddle and talk, naturally she scoffed still determined she cupped his dick but that only made Bucky yell at her "Can't you for once do something else other than sex?" Sharon removed her hand only to hit Bucky with the pillow which again resulted in him sleeping on the couch for god knows how many times in his own room!

That made him think about his situation relationship with Sharon. She knew Bucky was dating you, yet neither of them pulled away from the kiss and one thing led to another and Bucky slept with her for the entire trip. He knew he shouldn’t have continued things further with Sharon after that mission, yet the sneaking around gave him an adrenaline feeling, he enjoyed it. Their sneaking and love affair continued, at one point Bucky did find himself beginning to fall for Sharon and he was also beginning to be even happier with her.

But than Steve came back, of course he beat him up and Tony did to but both of them said the same thing Sharon will screw this, but how? He started to miss out the little things like hanging out with his friends, enjoying movie nights, playing games, cooking, then he also started missing you the time spent with you how it was not just about only sex, you guys would cuddle, talk for hours without getting bored, go for long walks and help him whenever he had nightmares. Sharon eventually did helped him in the beginning but later on she started to get annoyed she would tell him to suck it up be man enough, on those nights he missed you and Steve terribly, you both would help him in unique ways that made him sleep peacefully.

But now those are only memories and now he lost his friends that are family along with you now he is living with just friends who barely talk to him. Somewhere deep inside he was realizing his mistake he was no longer enjoying infact he was suffering but his ego and pride was bigger at the moment to make him accept the truth.

Few days later few important CIA agents had come to work along side Shield and Tony was more than happy to entertain them especially one particular person 'NICK FOWLER' no one knew he was with the other agents. When Sharon saw the agents she knew instantly helping them would do wonders to her career. So she was casually chatting, flirting, all this was being witness by Bucky who was fuming smoke coming from his ears. He drag Sharon away from them to a corner she was quick to yank her arm away "What the hell are you doing?" She yelled at him "What I'm doing? what are you doing flirting with them?" "That's rich coming from you" "What's that suppose to mean?" "As if you don't flirt with others" "So is this payback?" "Oh honey I don't do paybacks now suck it up you look so cute when jealous" she patted his cheek and left. Their bickering did not go unnoticed by Nat who was smirking.

But Bucky went into a guilt trip as soon as he heard those words 'you look so cute when jealous' that's what he used to say to you whenever you would talk to him about his behavior, in that moment Bucky realized how you must have felt. He never even said sorry to you. Just then he saw Sharon again not just flirting but getting way to close for comfort. The way they were glancing at each other, the way his hand was roaming on her something, no not something, everything felt wrong. "That's Nick Fowler" Tony cuts his train of thoughts "What?" Bucky asks in confusion "CIA agent Nick Fowler, rest of the agents will head back but he is going to stay for a day or two" Tony smiled. "Rogers hates him if he was here that man would have been dead." Tony adds more to Bucky's confusion. "Why?", "Hmm" Tony acts like he thinking smirking he shrugs "Ask Capsicle, a little friendly advice though, keep an eye on those two Cap was lucky not so lucky can't say the same about you" "Wait, what?" Before Bucky can ask anything Tony was gone.

Back at home after another awesome date- "You are quiet today" he asks playfully "I'm thinking" "Can I know what are you thinking about?" You nod looking at the ground blushing hard "I think I'MFALLINGINLOVEWITHYOU" in one breath you confessed what Steve was dying to hear. Steve literally choked on air you had to pat his back "Jesus I didn't know you would react this way, are you okay?" "No I mean yes what did you say? slowly please" You wide your eyes closing them taking a deep breath opening again you look into his eyes "I love you Steve" you tell him pressing your lips back to his. Steve made you feel safe, feel like he would never hurt you in anyway, especially in the way Bucky did. Unlike with Bucky, being with Steve felt secure. There was no doubt that he would be a loyal, loving man.

Ever since Nick Fowler had entered the Tower Sharon was spending more time with him. Bucky was losing his patience. She was hardly with him. Bucky even tried to lure her with promise of a mind blowing sex but she just pushed him away saying she is busy working. "Hey man how does it feel?" Sam asks enjoying the frustration of Bucky. "What do you want?" Bucky asks him clearly annoyed "Y/n felt same when you ignored her only difference is she was not cheating on you" Sam furrowed his brows trying to put some sense into Bucky's brain. But before Bucky could say anything the elevator door opened revealing Sharon and Nick giggling, random blabbering and holding hands. Sam whistled and left the trio alone.

"Where were you?" Bucky barks anger clearly visible, Nick just smirks he hugs Sharon and not so gently squeezes her waist giving Bucky a look and heads towards his room. "What was that?" "What was what Bucky what's gotten into you? We just went out for dinner", "For four hours?" "We lost track of time, aww are you angry? baby you look so cute when you are jealous" again those words something snaps in him he drags Sharon to their room pushes her against the wall he tears apart her shirt and before he can proceed he stops. "What are these?" he asks pointing his finger to the marks on her neck and collarbone. Sharon looks in the mirror and all the color drains out from her face. Bucky's mind flashed him the image of Sharon's disheveled face from many nights ago. "GET OUT!"

----------------------------------------------------- Part 6 ----------------------------------------------------- TAGLIST- @differenttyphoonwerewolf @nouk1998 ----------------------------------------------------- (Hey lovely people why do you think Steve hates Nick? Hope you all enjoy this part finally Bucky getting what he deserves, I know I have dragged it long but I really don't won't to make the parts way too long to read. As always feedback is appreciated lots of love to you all 😁❤️. Sneak peek- Since I dragged it too long, Sharon will be kicked out tomorrow but she will ask someone else to help her and someone else of that some else will slap her 😂) -----------------------------------------------------

#sebastian stan characters #chris evans characters #bucky barnes angst #steve rogers fluff #bucky barnes x reader angst #steve rogers x reader fluff #bucky x reader #steve rogers x reader

112 notes · View notes

Last Seen Blogs

thecrownash

TheCrownAsh

roseligifsimagens

GIFS E IMAGENS E POESIAS

choppedtimetravelcollection

无标题

christealth

chriSTEALTH

thewaizone

B O S S