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Can't Love You in the Dark || Doctor Strange x reader

Word count: 4K Genre: ANGST, ANGST, ANGST, sad ending Warning: References to Multiverse of Madness (Wedding but its yours and Stephen's), Bridgeton Wedding Scene Inspired, description of panic attack. Brief Story Summary: It's you and Stephen's wedding day, a groomsman overheards Stephen's conversation with Christine and tells you. Everything goes south from there. Strictly do not: claim, repost, copy, translate my stories anywhere else A/N: Angst anyone? Inspired by Adele's song 'Love in the Dark' Edwina and Anthony's wedding, and from a youtube comment I found while listening to classical music.

"My little girl, oh you look beautiful." Your mother said, with tears of joy in her eyes as she carefully placed a family heirloom tiara over the crown of your head, “It was like only yesterday when you would beg me to try this on and now it’s yours.”

You looked over at your mother with a wide, cheerful smile and said, “Oh Mom, don’t cry or you’ll make me cry.” You hugged your mother’s side, who gently dabbed her cheeks.

Today, your life will change forever, today you seal the bond of lifelong love and commitment with your future husband. You’ve dreamt of this day ever since you were little, you would always be the bride and your cousin would always play the groom, two little girls who dream of finding the one when they grow up.

Your cousin, Diane, passes a box of tissues to your mother, “Here— before we all start crying if the bride does cry.” She winked at you. Diane looked at you and fixed your flyaway baby hairs, “Stephen’s a very lucky man, I swear if I don’t see a tear in his eye when you walk down the aisle, I’ll reset everything until he does.”

Everyone in the room laughed, except you, who just smiled. You counted your bridesmaids and noticed you were missing one, Christine.

“Where’s Christine?” You asked the rest of your friends.

“Oh she went out to go to the bathroom a few minutes ago, she’ll be back.” Katie answered, and not long after, Christine walked in, looking a bit stupefied and puzzled since everyone was looking at her when she walked in.

“Why’s everyone looking at me?” She asked out of curiosity, feeling a bit uncomfortable that all eyes were on her and sluggishly sat down on the sofa beside the girls.

“Oh nothing, we were just wondering where you were.” You shrugged and smiled at her. It was hard to keep that smile stitched on your lips, especially when you know Stephen is in the same building.

“I just went to the bathroom.” She explained, her head wobbling.

A soft knock on the door was followed by the loving voice of Stephen’s mother, who came from behind the door, “Knock, knock, may we come in?”

“Ah, the in-laws are here. I’ll get the door, honey.” Your father brushed his hand over your shoulder and opened the door, allowing Stephen's parents in.

Beverly Strange gasped when she saw your reflection in the mirror, covering her mouth as she walked towards you with her husband, Eugene, “Look at you. Aren’t you just as pretty as a magnolia in May.”

“You do.” Eugene added with a nod, he was a respectable man with a few words.

Your parents, especially your father, whom you took the most after, smiled proudly.

“Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Strange.” You shifted your eyes down shyly.

“Oh darling, please call us Mom and Dad, you’ll be joining our little family soon.” Beverly waved her hands dismissively.

“How’s Stephen?” Your father changed the subject, your ears perked up since you’ve been dying to know what he’s been up to since you haven’t seen him for twenty-four hours.

“Oh you know, he’s acting like he’s got a worm in his bottom, couldn’t stay still. It’s good that you haven’t left your room, (Y/N), because he’s been going out on walks. ” Beverly widened her eyes and shook her head at her son’s behaviour.

You pressed your lips together and nodded, ‘There was definitely a chance—No. Stop overthinking, they’re just friends, she’s in a relationship with Charlie, and you’re the one getting married to Stephen.”

Your father laughed, a laugh that came from his belly, which brought you out of your trance, “I could relate to that—as long as he doesn’t get cold feet!”

Diane chuckled at the way your father related maybe a bit too much to Stephen. She noticed your sunken mood and nudged your shoulders, whispering, “You good?”

“Yeah, never better.” You lied.

"Alright, we'd better get going before Stephen comes back to his room, we just wanted to check on the beautiful bride. We’ll see you later, honey.” Beverly and Eugene waved goodbye as they exited through the door. You heard Beverly gushing over you as they left.

Before your father could close the door, Leon, one of Stephen’s groomsmen and a former colleague in Metro-General Hospital, burst in, almost hitting your dad with the door, “Oh— Jesus.”

“OH! I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t realise you were there,” Leon apologised, then checked to see if he was alright.

“Leon, what are you doing? You shouldn’t be here.” You told him wide-eyed.

“I need to speak with you,” He looked around the room, “In private, if that’s possible.” You noticed his eyes flickered quickly at Christine, who was looking away from the man, her lips pressed together.

Your eyes panned across the room as your guests waited for you to give them permission or not, “Sure.”

With that, everyone got up and left the room in a line, Leon squeezed past the guests and sat on the sofa, looking like he'd been itching for a while to say something. You swivelled your chair to face the man who seemed to be working out how to start.

“What do you want to talk about?” You asked.

“Um, so– (Y/N), Stephen is one of my best mates, I really respect him as Doctor and as a man. You and Christine are my greatest friends as well–” Leon began, trying hard not to jumble his words.

“Just tell me what I don't know, Leon.” You politely cut him off and the man sighed, opening his mouth but no words seemed to be coming out.

“First of all, I don’t want to over-step a line. I’m clearly risking a lot of my friendships here, but I think it’s safe to say that if you’re left in the dark, it’s very unfair for you.” His gaze remained on the ground, but he glanced up at you as soon as he finished speaking.

When he mentioned Stephen and Christine in the same sentence, your jaw clenched and you could feel your pulse beginning to rise. You didn’t say anything and just waited for him to continue. You were afraid to open your mouth, in case you might say something you couldn’t take back.

“I was looking for Stephen, since he’s been wandering. He’s very nervous, you see, and I understand that, I was the same when I got married but-”

There it was, the one word you dreaded to hear, but.

“—But as I almost turned the corner, I found Stephen and Christine having a conversation. I thought nothing of it, I knew they remained friends, after you know— Anyway, I don’t know what came over me, I chose to stay and listen.”

Leon stepped back behind the wall as he eavesdropped on Stephen and Christine’s conversation. His brows furrowed while trying hard to hear that the couple were talking about.

“We shouldn’t be having this conversation, Stephen, it’s your wedding day for crying out loud. This is very disrespectful to (Y/N).” Christine yelled in a whisper, looking around from time to time.

“I know, but I just need to get this off my chest—” Stephen paused and held Christine’s hand lightly, “I never stopped caring about what we had and there are times I wish it would’ve been different but in order to protect you, I must make sacrifices.”

Leon furrowed his eyebrows, feeling absolutely gobsmacked by what he was hearing from his former colleague, "Stephen, you absolute doughnut.” He whispered to himself.

Christine closed her eyes and shook her head, “Jesus Stephen— What we had? It was never going to work. You always had to be the one holding the knife, and I respected that, but I couldn’t love you for it. Now, (Y/N), she loves you very much regardless. Do you know how much it will hurt her if she finds out you still feel this way?”

Stephen clenched his jaw because she was right, “I know.”

“I’m really happy with Charlie, Stephen. And you’re getting married to an angel who loves you unconditionally, don’t do this to her, and for the love of god, open your eyes. You need to be up front with her about what you're hiding. This isn’t good enough to wait until now, ” Christine paused and sighed, trying to recollect her thoughts, “Are you happy with her?”

“Yes.” Stephen answered without hesitation, “I love her, I’d do anything for her, but at the same time, I feel like there’s something miss–”

Christine cut him off and gave Stephen stern advice, “This is where you need to reconsider going through with this wedding, Stephen, it’s selfish and unfair if you think marrying her will solve your personal issues— I have to go, this is making me sick.” Christine chose to leave, but turned around when she noticed Leon lurking behind the corner eavesdropping on their conversation. She shook her head at him as if she was instructing him to back off and let Stephen figure out what he needed to do.

You listened seriously to Leon's account of what he witnessed. You gave no indication of the feelings you were experiencing with your face, but on the inside, you were a roaring hurricane.

“I appreciate you telling me about this, Leon, and I know that you meant this with good intentions, but I think you should’ve left it for Stephen to tell me.” You responded with an unnatural level of composure, yet despite this, Leon's hair on the back of his neck stood on edge.

“I’m sorry, I just— I had a feeling he wasn’t going to tell you.” Leon reasoned in a low voice.

“If Stephen needed to tell Christine that, to get it out of his chest, then so be it. I wasn’t born yesterday, I could see it in his eyes that he still cares.” You confessed to your friend. You were experiencing such a wide range of feelings that you weren't sure which ones to express first. It's likely that the embarrassment you felt in front of Leon, was the one that affected you the most. It was the day of your wedding, and your future husband was busy venting to his ex-girlfriend about how he felt about her.

“(Y/N), it’s time.” The event manager firmly knocked on the door and then entered and was a bit surprised to have found Leon there with you, “Sir, you need to get to the wedding hall now.” She instructed, and Leon stood up instantly, leaving the room looking very concerned. As soon as Diane saw the emotions on both your faces, she immediately realised something was wrong.

•••

You were unable to stop fidgeting as you stood behind closed doors. You felt a surge of anxiety sweep over you from the apex of your heart down to your toes. Your parents were beginning to worry about you due to the fact that your whole aura had shifted ever since Leon walked in and spoke to you.

“Honey, what’s wrong? You’re restless. ” Your mother took you by the arms and squeezed them gently, trying to soothe you.

“What did your friend say to you? You seem detached ever since.” Your father studied your sullen face and when you didn’t answer, he pulled you into a hug, “Whatever it is, just know that we’re here for you okay love?”

You nodded and spoke quietly, “I’m just feeling nervous, that’s all. Don’t worry.” You told a white lie to not worry your parents further.

Your mother and father took their positions beside you as the pianist began playing your entrance song. You were now the centre of everyone’s attention, white rose petals fell from the ceiling as you made your way down the aisle with your parents. You found Stephen standing handsomely and waiting for you on the other side, you had the illusion that time was moving more slowly as you kept direct eye contact from behind your veil. There tears were beginning to spring from his eyes, but that little seed of doubt in you wondered if they were for you. He smiled at you, but you couldn't put a smile on your face since you were absorbed in your feelings and thoughts.

Your father's eyes became reddened as you reached the altar as a result of the tears he had been crying, especially now that he had to hand you over to Stephen. Before taking a seat, he extended a shoulder pat to the other person and then gave him a short hug, after which your mother offered him her handkerchief.

The wedding officiant stood between you and Stephen, reading the opening lines by welcoming your friends and family. The officiant’s voice began to sound like a blur; you couldn’t pay much attention as you found it hard to keep yourself out of your trance-like state.

You raised your eyes to look at Stephen, but when you did, you noticed that he wasn't fixating his eyes on you. You momentarily diverted your eyes to Leon, who was wearing a disappointed frown and avoiding eye contact with you. It was unmistakable who Stephen was staring at intently over your shoulder, so there was no need for you to turn around to find out for yourself. Your eyes traveled down his wrist and also noticed that he wore that god damn watch.

As the raging tempest inside you became more intense, you had to exert more effort to breathe. You tighten your grip on the flower bouquet in your hand, and the skin on your knuckles begins to turn white as you struggle to maintain your calm compusure in front of your friends and family.

“Do you Stephen Vincent Strange take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto her for as long as you both shall live?” The officiant asked Stephen.

As soon as the officiant had finished asking the question, Stephen's gaze quickly darted towards you, “I do.”

The officiant turned to you and began asking the same question. You felt your mouth become dry as the pounding of your heart became too intense for your liking, your breathing became laboured as you tried to breathe in air breath after breath; the air felt empty of oxygen and you started to feel dizzy. As you began to feel as if the walls were closing in on you, your eyesight started to get hazy.–

You had not spoken to the officiant for more than 10 seconds, and from the viewpoint of the guest, you were simply gazing straight ahead as though you were in a trance.

Your family watched you with complete alarm and felt the need to rush up to you and give you a hug, but they were unable to do so, “C’mon baby, say something.” your Dad whispered under his breath.

“Ms. (L/N)?” The officiant called your name, which grabbed your attention. Your head whipped towards him with a gasp for air like you’d been pulled out of water, “Do you take Mr. Stephen Strange to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I…” Your voice drifted off as you swept your gaze over the room, which was packed with visitors waiting for your response. You cast your gaze across to Stephen, who seemed to be in the greatest distress possible, “I...”

“Do.” Stephen mouthed the word towards you.

“I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” You threw away your bouquet and lifted the layers of lace as you sprinted down the aisle of the wedding hall. The train of your dress scraped the ground as you fled out of there, which left Stephen and the rest of the guests feeling astounded.

“Stephen! What are you doing just standing there? Go after her!” Beverly scolded her son out of his state of shock and Stephen sprinted past your family, who were also on their way to get you.

•••

You found yourself in the safety of your bridal room and began pacing. You couldn’t believe you just ran out and left Stephen hanging in front of the altar. You heard the door crash and lock behind you, and when you turned around, you saw Stephen gasping for air with his face reddened and an expression that made it apparent he was not pleased.

His long strides approached you quicker than you’d like, and he held your cheeks in his hand, “Why?” Stephen intended to ask more, but that was the only thing that his mouth allowed him to say.

You pushed away and stepped back, “Don’t come any closer.” You extend your arm out to prevent him from entering your comfort zone.

“Okay, I won’t.” He stood his ground and gave you what you wanted, “But can you at least explain what just happened?”

Your were trying to find the words but your erratic breathing made it difficult to utter a word, “Why don’t you explain it to me, Stephen? Why were your eyes on someone else and why are you wearing that fucking watch?” You glared at him and the watch.

Stephen became self-aware and covered the watch with his hand and sighed heavily, “I’ve been meaning to tell you, I just didn’t know how, when or where to start.”

“I’ll start for you, I’m not dumb, okay Stephen? I know you and Christine had history and you still cared for her, but putting your attention on her and wearing that watch on our wedding day? I mean, as if it wasn't bad enough that you were pouring your secret feelings for Chrstine behind my back. But I had to find out about it from Leon, who couldn't wait to throw it in my face, mind you. I was so humiliated.” You started it for him, you hated the fact that you were soft-spoken, you wanted to scream at him so badly.

“Leon told you—” Stephen sighed some more, “(Y/N), I love and care for Christine as a friend, why would I be standing in that altar if I felt otherwise?”

“You can get married to someone just to fill the void and be in love with someone else Stephen, it happens more often than you think, I just couldn’t believe that it was going to happen to me.” You gave a very tiny inclination to your head, and the pace of your words sped up a little bit.

“Christ, clearly Leon misunderstood everything he had heard!”

“Liar.” You called him out, Stephen blinked, trying his best not to lose his temper, “This was nothing more than an attempt to please your ego, wasn’t it?”

“What?” Stephen scowled at you, his hands now resting on his waist.

You looked at any part of the room but him, “I mean, you didn't even have the courtesy to fix your fucking issues before diving into a new relationship? This entire honesty charade has fooled me, and I'm ashamed to admit it. Just leave, the sight of you sickens me to the core.”

“I’m not going to leave until we sort this out.” Stephen replied hard and firm, there was a rumble in his voice that slightly scared you.

“I don’t want to work it out! I admit it okay? You got me good! So take your little trophy, add me to your collection of sad failed relationships, and get out of my life!” You mockingly told Stephen, building a facade around yourself that you don’t care if he walks away.

“So that’s it? You’re going to give up? The years we’ve been together mean nothing to you? You’re just going to throw away everything we've been through, all our memories together, all because of some hearsay?!” “Oh please, don’t act like you’re the fucking saint when you’re the one who’s had the most shortcomings between us and you don’t deserve all the chances you got.” “I am not acting like a fucking saint, I don’t understand why you’re acting all jealous and possessive now when I’m getting married to you!”

Stephen’s voice gradually got louder as he also got lost in his desperation to save what was left. Both of you were shouting over each other, wanting to be heard, until you drew the final straw.

“It’s because you always chose her!” You spat out as loud as you could, Stephen remained quiet, “When things get tough, you choose to lean on her, everytime she comes around, you run to her without hesitation. You are nothing more than a sad and pathetic excuse for a man, Stephen. That’s why I want you to leave.” When you said those harsh remarks, you had tears streaming down your cheeks and anger and resentment coating your voice as it flowed out of your throat to make those statements.

“But–” He was taken aback by the way you were now reacting towards him, “You promised that we would stay together no matter what, don’t you remember?”

“I remember clearly, but I think you’re forgetting that you made the same promise to me too. You left me hanging not once, not twice, multiple times, every time she needed something from you. You keep leaving me in the dark.” You clenched your jaw as memories of you spending nights alone when you needed him came flooding in.

Stephen lowered his head and understood at that moment that you were being very serious and that you were, in fact, furious. He opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off.

“Yes, we promised to be there for each other, but as far as I’m concerned, I did an excellent job at fulfilling my word, so don’t you dare, have the audacity to say that I am not keeping my promise to you, no, you’ve disguised your promise as wanting me just when it is convenient for you and I am not going to give you the benefit of that anymore!” You responded by huffing and trying to recover your breath, looking at him directly in the eyes this time.

“I am not going to let myself remain ignorant in order to keep the promise that I made since it has no significance to you. You won't be able to use me in any way you see fit, because I won't let you. You already know how I'm worth so much more than that!” You poured all your pent up emotions on him, all your frustrations on his shortcomings that you chose to throw over your head because you love him. You made your way past his paralyzed body and towards the door, which you eventually unlocked in order to let yourself free.

Before you could turn the knob, he spoke, “Don’t you dare walk through that door, I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling my whole life in the way I feel when I’m with you.”

Hearing him say that was a punch in the gut, your hands trembled, wanting to close the door and hug him, you inhaled a wet gasp and allowed tears to fall freely from your eyes, “Know that despite all this, I love you, Good bye Stephen.”

You left him alone and closed the door softly behind you, leaving Stephen a completely hollowed man, he knew pain like an old friend, but what he was feeling at this moment was pain beyond what he could comprehend. •••

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cho-aaacho · 6 months

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(Flufftober 2023) Scary Movie

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Tags : Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Scary Movies, Flirting, Flufftober 2023, Reader is genderless.

A/N : Sorry for the late update. I'm stuck in Sword Art Online and I can't log out. lmao.

(Flufftober Day 30)

"Do you think it's a good idea if I'm watching this? Tell me if you have any good recommendations."

A contented smile dances upon his lips as he savors the gentle kiss of an iced Americano. A warm aura emanates from his presence every time you smile back at him, sending a million translucent hearts above his head.

Once again, his azure eyes, which resembled a deep ocean, fixated on you, scanning the canvas of your face. You could taste a glimpse of a playful tease whenever he chuckled or when he teasingly called you by the wrong name.

After months of entwining about him, William Birkin always invited the most charming smile in your life along with elusive mysticalness every time your sight line met him. You didn't know what it was. It just happened every time he was smiling.

Is it love? Or something more blissful than love?

"Ah, I'm not good at picking, sir. But I'm sure you would find so much fun in my video rental shop! But as for me, I love scary movies!" You calmly reply, avoiding direct eye contact.

William laughed and sealed your presence in his realm. He shook his head and locked your very essence. "No, please. I would like you to pick one for me. I usually ask my friends for movie recommendations, but they aren't available right now."

You found yourself unable to stifle fits of smile every time your gaze fell on his eyes. Well, you couldn't lie; William is your best customer, or more than a customer?

You step away from the cashier and approach William, gaining a better angle. He's taller than you, has beautiful glow-blond hair, and the warm scent of a summer night's mystery.

"Hmm... let me see. Do you like horror movies? Scary movies? Sci-fi?"

"I loved scary movies as a child." He winked mischievously. "But now, my tastes have changed. I love something beyond the realms of fear—a genre hard to articulate. How do I describe it?"

He shared his gaze with the entire shop, eventually settling upon racks with a romance section. He blinked and chuckled to himself, almost like a mocking giggle. You don't even understand what that means.

While sipping his iced Americano, his focus remained fixated on other racks and then turned on you again.

"Well... how about a movie where the main character falls in love at first sight? A love story where the protagonist is in love with someone and captivated by their cuteness, their kindness, and their sweet aura. He always has a chance to meet them, even if it's for just one minute, which he will cherish forever. He wants to have an intimate relationship with them, but he's too shy to express his feelings because he considers himself a loser."

As William describes this imaginary plot, a gentle smile blossoms on his face, heightening your nervousness. A rosy blush graced your cheeks, enveloping your presence with the color red.

"You couldn't find a movie like that. Because that movie doesn't exist at all," his laugh reverberates, filling the romantic ambiance. "But what if we bring it to life? You and I are the main characters."

"Eh, what do you mean?"

"The plot I described is about my feelings for you. The only thing that could scare me is not finding a place in your heart. So what about you?"

A/N : I hope you love the way I write about William. Akwmdjekekejenek. I always wanted him to be saved by someone else. Maybe Albert Wesker. But yeah... as you can see🥹🥹

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torreshalstead · 9 months

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Your eyes in my life - Chapter 23

Summary - The night of Kim’s final layover as a flight attendant ended with a one night stand with a stranger she met across a bar. 6 years later, that same stranger walked into the 21st District and was assigned as her new Rookie and her life was thrown upside down. She hadn’t seen Adam since that night in LA. But she saw his eyes every day. In the eyes of their daughter.

Chapters - 23/24

Chapter Summary - Kim and Adam tell Annabelle about the move and the big day finally arrives.

Notes - So… this actually isn’t the final chapter because I decided to add an epilogue but I want to dedicate this chapter to @justruntothemusic and @adamruz for their love and support on this story, it means a lot ❤️ AO3 Link

Kim needn’t have worried. When they had sat down and told Annabelle about the move, instead of the unsure and nervous response that Kim had been anticipating, Annabelle bounced up and down happily as if they told her they were going to Disneyland.

‘We are going to live together!’ Annabelle exclaimed loudly, her brown eyes wide and her toothy grin showing just how excited she was.

‘We are,’ Adam said with a smile, squeezing Kim’s knee where his hand had naturally found a place to rest.

‘Like a family!’ She said loudly, spinning around on the spot, throwing her arms in the air as she twirled.

‘We are a family,’ Kim smiled at her. The little girl's happiness was infectious.

‘Family!’ Annabelle reached forward and pulled them both into a hug, it was basically just her hanging off their necks but Kim and Adam both wrapped their arms around her and held her close.

‘Family,’ Kim repeated, looking at Adam. He winked back at her, the majority of his face obscured by their daughter's slightly wild hair. A family is exactly what they were.

‘Can I paint my room?’ Annabelle asked when she finally released her hold on her parents' necks. Kim rubbed the back of hers, who knew Annabelle had the hidden strength of a full sized man.

‘Whatever colour you want sweetheart,’ Adam smiled back, clearly just as excited as Annabelle.

‘I want it under the sea so Tommy is home too!’ She cheered, running into her room to clearly tell Tommy what was happening. They could hear her babbling to the stuffed turtle through the open door.

‘You are going to spoil her Adam,’ Kim said with not even a hint of anger in her tone. She knew what it was like to be completely wrapped around the little girl's finger, she had been herself since before she was born.

‘What my daughter wants, my daughter gets,’ Adam said proudly, throwing his arm around Kim’s shoulder and tugging her into his side as the pair fell back into the couch cushions. ‘Same goes for her mother,’ he murmured as he dropped a soft kiss to the side of her head.

Kim closed her eyes letting herself melt into his side breathing in his smell and listening to their daughter talk animatedly to her favourite stuffed toy. Family life was looking really good right about now.

‘I’m serious Kim,’ she heard Adam whisper against her hair. ‘Whatever you want, I’m here for you.’

She smiled and rested her hand on his chest, playing with the buttons on his flannel, ‘I know Adam.’ she sighed contentedly. ‘This is what I want, our family, together.’

‘That makes two of us,’ she heard him respond and felt him place another kiss on the crown of her head.

She pulled back slightly so she could twist and look at him. His features were soft, happy and content, everything she was feeling herself echoed back to her in his face. His eyes which she had seen everyday for the past 5 years in their daughter, the eyes which she could now keep in her life forever. Because she had her family together now and she had no plans on letting it slip away.

Kim pushed forward, sealing her lips to Adams in a soft kiss. They broke apart before either could deepen it further which was good as they had failed to hear the patter of little feet return to the living room.

‘Mommy!’ Annabelle said loudly, Kim spun around quickly to look at her assuming something had happened to cause her to yell like that. But she was met with her little girl’s mouth wide open but the corners turning slightly up in a slight smile. ‘You kissed daddy!’ she said and Kim heard Adam start to laugh from behind her.

‘I did…’ she said tentatively, hiding her smirk. ‘Is that okay?’

‘As long as I still get to kiss daddy,’ she said firmly, and Kim couldn’t help but join Adam in his laughter.

‘I have plenty of kisses to go around,’ Adam said with a huge grin. ‘Come here,’ he said, reaching out to Annabelle with his arm that wasn’t still wrapped around Kim.

Annabelle bounded over, throwing herself into Adam’s lap causing him to groan slightly as her boney elbows connected with his stomach but Kim just smiled as Adam began peppering Annabelle’s face with kisses, the little girl squealing with laughter and wriggling around.

‘Mommy’s turn!’ Annabelle yelled loudly and soon Kim was on the receiving end of a shower of kisses from the two most important people in her life. Her heart felt so full it would burst, she was certain she had never been this happy before in her life.

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‘Is this the last box Adam?’ Kim called out loudly from where she was unpacking Annabelle’s clothes into the built-in closet in her new bedroom.

So far the move in process had been smooth sailing. Because Adam was already living in the apartment, they were able to take their time moving their things in rather than having to move everything on the same day. Annabelle’s helpfulness was slightly limited, Tommy the turtle was constantly tucked under one arm so she placed things delicately in and out of boxes with her other remaining hand. It was slow going. But today was the final day, they had handed in their keys to the landlord that morning when the final boxes had been loaded into Adam’s jeep and the final pieces of furniture taken down and laid in the back of Kim’s car.

They had decided to sell some of the furniture directly to the new tenants so they didn’t need to worry about taking the king sized bed down from Kim’s bedroom or the large dining room table. But other pieces they had decided to squeeze into Adam’s apartment because Kim couldn’t bear to be parted with them - she had been sitting on that couch when Annabelle said her first words and it was what she held onto taking her first steps, she couldn’t give it away. Adam’s spare room was also unfurnished so they needed to take everything out of Annabelle’s room with them until they could get the new pieces that Adam had promised her.

‘Mommy, daddy says I can get a bed with a slide,’ Annabelle had announced loudly one night. Adam at least had the forethought to look guilty but Kim could see how happy he was that Annabelle was excited about the move.

She knew he had been worried that Annabelle would resent him for it, feel that it was his fault they were being forced to move and not want anything to do with him anymore. His worry couldn’t have been any further from the reality of the little girl’s reaction. She had told anyone she had come across that her and her mommy were moving in with her daddy and her excitement was contagious.

Luckily for Kim they hadn’t come across anyone from the district yet but she knew at some point their little bubble would burst. She wasn’t worried though. They had covered their bases and not started anything before Kim had moved up to Intelligence. Well apart from having a one night stand with some less than stellar contraception 6 years ago, but that was before either was a member of the CPD. They would cross that bridge when they came to it, and they would do it together.

‘There’s one more in the back of the Jeep but I think it’s just the rest of Annabelle’s stuffies,’ Adam called back from the kitchen where he was adding Kim’s utensils to his own more limited collection.

‘I’ll grab it,’ Kim said, returning to the kitchen and looking around the apartment.

It was chaos. There were half unpacked boxes littering every surface, Kim’s couch was shoved in the corner next to Adam’s making an awkward mismatching L shape, Annabelle was sitting on the floor in the middle of the room happily popping the bubbles from the bubble wrap from a nearby box. It was chaos. But it was hers.

‘Penny for them,’ Adam said softly, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

She leant her head against his shoulder.

‘Just never thought we’d end up here,’ Kim said quietly with a smile. ‘But I am so happy we did.’

‘Me too darlin’,’ Adam whispered into her ear, pressing a kiss to it as he did. ‘After I woke up alone that morning in LA, I never thought I’d see you again. Never for the life of me thought I’d find you years later being assigned as my TO with my daughter at home.’ He chuckled lightly. ‘But our family is perfect Kim.’

‘Even in the mess,’ Kim said, gesturing around the room.

‘Even in the mess,’ Adam responded. ‘Whatever comes next, it’s us against the world now.’

‘You don’t have to sleep on the couch tonight,’ Kim said with a smile, allowing more of her body weight to relax into him.

‘What kind of man would I be if I slept in the bed and left you on the couch,’ Adam scoffed and Kim had to giggle.

‘Well I wasn’t suggesting that I slept on the couch either,’ Kim said, patting his arms that were still tight around her waist.

‘Ohh…’ Adam said in realisation. He spun her around so they were face to face and she wrapped her arms around him as well. ‘Are you sure?’ he asked.

She smiled and nodded, ‘positive,’ she whispered as she melded her lips into his, humming quietly as she felt his soft lips against hers.

A moment later, before they had a chance to pull apart, something slammed into their legs.

‘No hug without me,’ Annabelle said with a pout when her parents looked down at her.

‘Family hug,’ Adam said with a grin as he bent down to scoop Annabelle up and pull Kim into a hug with his other arm.

As Kim stood there, her arms tight around Adam and her daughter, she realised everything she had ever hoped, ever wished for, was right within her grasp. She knew it might not be all smooth sailing, hell she had just moved in with a guy after being on one date with a guy. But she smiled to herself as she remembered she had had his baby after one night together too. They were following their own path, it wasn’t the most conventional, it wasn’t the most normal. But it was them. And it was perfect.

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saintchaser · 1 year

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for @goodboylupin 's candy hearts challenge. my candy heart prompt was FOREVER

Remus' footsteps echoed against the cold stairs, and then against the floor of his apartment. He looked at Sirius (who winced, and winked, trying to ignore the dirt stains against his clothes and the thin streak of blood running down from his hairline) and sighed. He turned around on his heel and looked through the cabinet, pulling out some alcohol and sitting down to Sirius.

"You're going to get yourself killed if you keep acting like this, Sirius," He said, harshy, holding his t-shirt and ripping a piece of it, letting the alcohol sink in the cloth.

"It's only natural." Sirius joked, pressing against his stomach and, grabbing his wand, gently touching it against his abdomen. He bit his lip in pain as the wound sealed, and the blood disappeared.

"You're not funny." Remus snapped, dabbing the cloth against his forehead. "Sorry," He sighed. "I'm worried about you, and you're putting yourself in danger. Just because Lily and James are in hiding and, hypothetically, safe, doesn't mean you have to be the one who's tragically dying on the battlefield. I know you're trying to protect them, but for Merlin's sake, that doesn't mean you have to die."

"Are you afraid of losing me?" Sirius asked, leaning against the couch's backrest. He needn't have asked the question, though; he already knew the answer.

"Of course I am, fucking God." Remus sighed, resting his forehead against his lover's. "I'm afraid of losing all of you. We all keep going and never coming back, can't you see? Benjy, Caradoc. Marlene, and then Dorcas. I don't want you to be next just because you're stupidly reckless and can't keep it to yourself. You jump headfirst into shit you know nothing about and that's gonna kill you, eventually."

"It's not gonna fucking kill me!" Sirius laughed, heartily, then he became silent. "I promise. You'll only get rid of me if I go to prison. I'll be here for you forever, Remus. I'll love you, even though I'll be dead."

"Forever?"

"Forever."

#RSCandyHearts #of course the forever is only temporary. also. have you seen the prison reference? hihihihihi i'm soo funny and evil (/j)#giggling and twirling my hair #i'm sooo funny #okay that's enough i'm not #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #wolfstar angst #my writing

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caroline18mars · 1 month

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A Man On Fire - Chapter 85

Morning came all too soon, neither had slept a wink, their frantic lovemaking lasted until an hour ago, both of them not wanting their time together to end, “I don’t want to let you go” he pushed a tired kiss on the top of her head “it feels like we’re at crossroads again, I’ve only just found you again” his warm breath whispering against her head sent chills down her spine, I don’t want you to leave and I don’t want to leave this bed, I don’t want to leave you. Just jump on that plane to Australia with him and forget about your family, but he actually sealed her fate “but I understand you need to sort this out with your family and you know what they say ‘longing makes the heart grow fonder’ even though I don’t know if that is even possible” his lips curled into a sad smile, he so didn’t want to get up but her plane was leaving in a few hours. “Join me in the shower?” he growled letting go of her and sat up to push himself off the bed, why did he suddenly feel like he was 100 years old? Easy, because she kept him young. “Why don’t you go get a hot shower started, I’ll be right there” she pushed a kiss on his shoulders and grabbed her phone, 10 missed calls, all from Arno..hopefully they changed their mind, I don’t want to go..but I have to..get this sorted, the sooner I can leave this behind me, the sooner I can be with Jared again. Their bodies connected once again under the hot water with every last bit of passion they had in them, both of them not knowing when the next time would be, the only thing they knew was that it was gonna take a while and neither of them was one bit happy about that.//One last kiss and one final bear hug leaving her perfume to still dance in his nose and the firm promise to call him when she had landed, before the big steel bird had taken her away from him, he had never seen her so nervous and desperate, how would he even get through the days without her when he couldn’t even get through hours? His own phone bleeped him out of his train of thought, duty called, but he couldn’t care less. The only name on his mind was hers.

New York was cold and dreary, getting into the waiting cab, a whiff of his perfume drifted up to her, god I miss you Jared, why did I ever think this would be a good idea?

From: HCDeRobiano

To: BJLCubbins

Subject: back in the concrete jungle

Hello lover,

I miss you, more than I could ever say, this all seems so pointless without you. What am I even doing here?

Yours forever (if you let me)

Harper

Jared was finishing up packing his last bag when he felt the faint buzz of an e-mail, please let this be her..yes it was, his fingers stumbled over the screen

From: BJLCubbins

To: HCDeRobiano

Subject: Re:back in the concrete jungle

Hello sweetie,

So glad you made it safe back to the Big Apple, you’re there so you can get things resolved and leave this all behind as quickly as possible, so we can finally leave all this behind us.

I haven’t even left and the thought of being on that long flight to the other side of the world without you is unbearable, but let’s hold on to the idea that in a few days, you and I will be together again, doing what we do best, (we’ve been doing it all night, so I’m sure you’ve not forgotten about that)

Let me know how it went asap?

You’re on my mind always! I love and miss you too!

Your lover par excellence

She got out of the cab and stopped in her tracks to read his e-mail, clutching the phone to her heart, she took a deep breath looking up at the hospital in front of her, here went absolutely nothing.

”Everything is loaded up, we can go now if you’re ready” the guy who came to pick him up said, “yeah, I’m ready” he closed the door behind him, all day he had been waiting for a call, a mail, anything, but nothing, every one of his calls had rolled to voicemail and it sure didn’t put his mind at ease, this was not like her, she always kept her promises and she had looked so desperate this morning. “We really need to go now” the driver’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, “yeah yeah, I know” he walked to the car, not able to keep his eyes off his phone when he shuffled into the backseat. For fuck’s sakes, why don’t you pickup?? It’s not switched off or has a flat battery, I’m sick of all this calling, hasn’t it come to your mind that I’m starting to get worries and I’m just about to board a plane? All annoyed he ended another attempt to call her. “Jay, come on” Shannon gestured at him to hurry up, he was trying to delay getting on that plane, “yeah, yeah one more call” he waved at him to get onto the plane already, Arno, great idea, he was gonna call Arno, 2 minutes later he was ready to throw his phone on the tarmac, why did everyone have phones when they just ignored every call or mail or text??? “Jared?” now it was Shayla’s voice who urged him to hurry up. “Alright, alright” he rolled his eyes and accepted his fate of being locked up in a massive plane high up there for almost an entire day without any news from her, maybe she would send him a mail, at least something to look forward to.

”Ciao Papa” she stuttered as she walked inside the room and saw her father sitting up in his bed, he looked like a new man, nothing like when she last saw him here attached to all sorts of tubes, was he alone here? Suddenly she was roughed pushed inside the room from behind, causing her to stumble forward while her mother pushed past her without a word or even a glance. “Come stai, Papa? You look so much better” just ignore all the aggressive stares, break the ice, Harper, just suck it up. “Harper Coco” hearing her father say her full name sent a shiver down her spine and not in a good way, he had always used her full name before he went in predator modus when she was a child. Coming here had obviously been a mistake, and where was Arno?, she really didn’t want to beat about the bush, she had Jared to go back to, would he be getting ready now for Australia? “do I look better? Well I certainly don’t feel much better, knowing it was you who put me here in the first place, but I guess you always had your heart on hurting your mother and me, didn’t you?” his voice was ice and so were his eyes that drilled into hers.

“Will anything I say even matter? In my experience it has always been the other way round when you two knocked me around the house almost every day..” she spat back and he didn’t even flinch “Anyway, Arno said you wanted to talk to me? I’m here now, so talk”. It was her father’s almost devilish grin that shook her to the core “Arno just did what we asked him to do..” he paused for effect “Let’s be honest here, you tried to kill us, Harper, plain and simple, and that ‘s not just an opinion, no, myself and the entire family are convinced that these..vile pieces of…” he hesitated, intense disgust scribbled over his face “mockery that you waisted paint on were an attempt to humiliate, even desecrating the importance and standing of one of the most ancient and most powerful aristocratic names of Italy that is the House of De Robiano d’Arcy”. Before she could even form a word, his voice thundered over her “ever since you were a child, you were demonic, always bullying, hurting your siblings, your parents..and now you thought you would serve the final blow and almost had me killed”. What??? What the fuck was he saying? “WHAT?? Are you fucking kidding me? I’m the bully??? I tried to kill you??? YOU!...YOU were the one who singled me out of all your children and beat me, kicked me until I was black and blue and had to be rushed to the hospital..what????” big tears of frustration and helplessness against this vicious and slanderous attack started to roll down her face while he single-handedly erased and re-wrote the pages of her haunted childhood and youth that had been packed with physical abuse.

”Your outburst is another fine example of your psychopathic nature, you need professional help, girl..it just goes to show that your mother and I were right to cut you off of your financial support and to take away your title..you were never one of us and neither did you ever want to be, and if an attempted murder is your way of paying us back for everything we have done for you emotionally and financially, then I see no other way of disowning you completely”. A door opened behind her and a few sharp dressed men walked in “Miss Harper Coco De Robiano d’Arcy? As attorney of Mr. and Mrs. De Robiano d’Arcy, I hereby request to sign this document that will officially take away the aristocratic title that your name provides, neither shall you receive any financial support by requesters present here, subsequently you will also be written out of the requesters testament and will, neither will you be able to contest this decision. Should you seek contact with any member of the family mentioned hereabove, for any reason, a summon to court will follow” He put the document on the table and pointed out where she needed to sign, completely overwhelmed and distraught by this ordeal, she put the pen to paper and scribbled her name, soon as she put down the pen again, he handed her a copy of the document. “This is your copy, and this..” another document was handed over to her “is a summons to court for abuse and neglect. I must emphasise that this summons will be under scrutiny of the court and should any info show up in the media or elsewhere, you will be charged with intentional disclosure”.

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addythelarrie · 1 year

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9:28

A soulmate AU where 3 little hearts appear on your wrist when you meet your soulmate after turning 18.

Or, the one where Louis is so sure about the fact that Harry is his soulmate, he's been telling it to everyone they've met since he was 3.

Intro // Part 9

It's a few days later and Louis finds himself staring down at his phone again. No surprise that it's at another message from Harry as well.

He frowns a bit, sure that Harry's busy taking the piss with him.

Of course he remembers. How could he not? It was amazing. Perfect really. Well beyond perfect if he's being totally honest. His whole world came to a complete standstill the moment their lips connected for the first time. Even the three times after that.

A bashful smile finds its way to his mouth and he bites down on his bottom lip as he recalls the memory.

"Why'd you lie about footie practice." Harry had asked him after they were finished having their picnic on Wednesday afternoon.

Louis swallowed thickly. "I don't know." He had answered. "I'm sorry." He then added with his eyes cast down.

Harry had thought about it for a while before he started shuffling closer, laying down with his head on Louis' lap, easily looking up at the older boy.

"It's okay, boo." He had said, his dimples popping and Louis had known that he meant it.

Louis had smiled down at him, still in awe about the fact that he now gets to call this beautiful angel his boyfriend. And when Harry had said "Let's make a promise." Louis happily nodded in agreement.

"Let's promise each other that from hereon out, no more lies, okay?" Harry had proposed and Louis had to swallow hard. Because well, there was still the minor detail about the whole soulmate thing, but he wasn't going to ruin their first official date as boyfriends with something like that.

"Yeah, okay." Louis had answered, a small smile playing on his lips while he hoped Harry would stay oblivious to the fact that he's hiding something. And he does.

"We need to make it official though, Boo." Harry then said. "Seal that promise somehow." He added with a smirk, while wiggling his eyebrows.

"How do you suggest we do that?" Louis had asked before biting down on his bottom lip. He knew where this conversation was going and he was all for it.

"We'll seal it with a kiss." Harry had chimed up, his dimples popping and a soft blush covered his cheeks.

And Louis wanted to pipe up something cheeky like 'If you wanna kiss me Hazza, you can just say so- no need to try and trick me.' But when he met Harry's eyes, he wanted noting more than to lay his own lips on the younger boy's. And he did.

In one smooth motion, he leant forward and connected their lips in their first kiss. Sweet, languid, heartfelt. He was almost certain that the world had stopped turning for the entire five seconds. It was something he'd vow to treasure forever. And by the look on Harry's face when he had pulled away, he was sure the feeling was mutual.

He rolls his eyes while unlocking his phone. A cheeky grin plastered on his face when he starts typing away. He imagines Harry's physical response to his text and laughs when the younger boy's reply confirms he was right. He snickers when he starts typing again.

For obvious reasons, both boys are beyond excited when Anne and Harry arrives at the Tomlinson household.

Both women coos when Harry gets on his tippy toes to peck Louis' cheek, leaving the older boy a blushing mess when he notices the two women watching them with smiles plastered on their faces.

It's still new- the whole boyfriend thing- that is, but both moms seemed happy when the boys shared their new relationship status with them four days ago.

"Alright lovebirds." Jay pipes up clapping her hands. "There's money on the counter for when you get hungry. We'll be back before five. Please don't break down the house." She adds and sends the boys a wink before pulling out her phone and urging them to smile.

They happily do.

Right now they'll do anything to satisfy the women enough to finally leave- and when they do and the sound of Anne's car's engine sounds, Harry is the first to grab Louis by the cheeks, pulling his head down a bit and connecting their lips.

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demonsandmischief · 3 years

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hello!! may i please request a dad!cevans where their baby girl is teething so she’s fussing the whole time but chris and the reader are trying to find ways to make their baby laugh. thank you very much ☺️

Adorable 🥺 thanks for the request.

Giggles

A Chris Evans Imagine

Dad! Chris Evans x Female Reader

550 Words

Here's My Masterlist

-Giggles-

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There was a period of bliss. A calm after the storm.

Until the teeth started coming in.

"Shh, it's okay," you coo, bouncing the fussy girl who had been crying nonstop all day. You were pretty close to crying yourself.

You felt Chris, your husband, step into the room. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his front. He kissed your hair, and you sagged into him.

"You need a break, momma. Let me try for a bit," he said.

You nodded. "I'm terrible at this."

"No, you're not," he smiled, tucking the hair out of your face. "How about a game? First one to get her to laugh wins."

He takes your little girl from your arms, and for the first time in forever, she quiets to low whimpers.

"I don't think I feel up for it," you sink into the plush rocking chair with a sigh.

"She's scared because she knows you like Daddy more," he says, holding the baby out in front of him.

"Hey, not true," you pout. "And she's not a cub. This isn't Lion King."

"Plus, I'm a singer and an actor so I can be whoever you need me to be," he tells her. You chuckle, and Chris winks at you. "I bet you're tired of looking at Mommy. Yes, you are."

You huff, "Fine, I'll pay your game. If I win, I get a nap."

"Deal. I need a kiss to seal it."

You roll your eyes like it's a pained task, but even exhausted you couldn't keep the smile away from your husband. He always knew what you needed - even when you knew he was exhausted himself.

You stood on your tiptoes to reach him, kissing him and then your baby girl.

"I love you," he whispers to you. "I even love this fussy thing," he cooes, holding the baby up so he could blow raspberries on her belly.

It doesn't even faze your daughter and you laugh.

"This usually works," he frowns.

"You really thought it was going to be that easy," you tease.

"Alright then you have at it," he passed you the baby.

"I know what she likes," you state, walking down the stairs and to your kitchen. You pull out the furthest drawer to the left, revealing rows of stuffed lambs.

"Shit, why didn't I think of Lamby?" Chris hung his head and you felt a smugness at the thought of being able to nap.

"You love Lamby, don't you? That's why we have so many of them, don't we?" You pull one out, and your daughter latches on. Her lips quirk up, but no laughter is heard.

"Ha," Chris says.

"She smiled, that's more than you," you say back.

"But it wasn't a laugh," he argues. "Pass her back."

You and Chris make every possible effort to make your daughter laugh but are unsuccessful.

"At least she stopped crying," he says from where he's resting on the floor, his daughter on his chest. You were stretched out on the couch.

"That's true."

"Hey, Dodge," Chris greets the dog who got up from his bed to lay with the pair. His sniffs the baby, before he takes his long tongue and drags it up her face.

She giggles.

"No way," you and Chris both groan.

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Tags and Requests always open!

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wolken-himmel · 3 years

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In which Azul tries to make (Y/n) sign a contract with him for Valentine's Day — at least that's what he makes her think.

It reads the following: I, (Y/n) (L/n), shall spend my time with Azul Ashengrotto, partaking in romantic couple activities with him.

Little did she know that the fine print at the bottom of the contract added the simple word 'forever'.

"(Y/n), my precious pearl?"

"Oh! Azul— there you are!" you mused, turning around to find the usually so composed businessman standing before you like he had just ran a marathon. His chest was heaving up and down, and his normally so level-headed face was flushed. Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you put your hand onto his shoulder. "Take deep breaths! In and out—" The gesture seemed to have made his breathing even more ragged, somehow.

Eventually, he managed to compose himself, standing back upright with a graceful smile on his lips. Tipping his fedora, he shot you a little wink. "Good day, (Y/n)— I have a proposition you won't be able to deny!"

"Oh?" You tilted your head the side in amusement whilst your eyes travelled down to the scroll in his gloved hands. A little laugh escaped your lips in realisation. "It's a contract, isn't it?"

"What a smart fish you are~" he cooed playfully as he rolled the scroll open, all the while trying to keep his usual businessman-like calm in front of you. Coughing into one fist, he opened his mouth to read the inked words out loud. "Anyway, so the contract reads—"

You easily snatched the scroll out of his hands — only able to because of how unconcentrated he actually was — and decided to read it yourself. Ignoring his protests as best as you could, your eyes skimmed across the printed letters. "'I, (Y/n) (L/n) shall spend my time with Azul Ashengrotto, partaking in romantic couple activities with him...' the contract says. And some more stuff..." you murmured under your breath, not noticing Azul's blush when you read the embarrassing words out loud. Laughing softly, you raised your eyes to look into his nervous ones. "So, you're asking me to be your Valentine's date?"

Anxiously playing with his pen in his hands, he avoided your gaze. "Well... that sounds a lot simpler than I would have worded it, but yes—"

Again, you snatched the pen right out of his hands, and pressed the golden contract against one of the nearby columns. Pushing the tip of the pen against the parchment, you easily wrote your name onto the designated line, thus sealing your fate. A grin appeared on his lips as he watched you. Excitement and giddiness bubbled up in his heart.

"Of course! I would love to spend Valentine's Day with you, Azul!" you exclaimed happily as you handed the contract and pen back to him, smiling. "But do you really need a contract for this? You could have just asked normally—"

A dreamy smile flashed across his face until he quickly pushed it back down in order to appear more serious, which was required for every type of business transaction — even this one. "...It's mandatory..." he muttered under his breath as he carefully stowed the scroll away together with the pen.

"Hm... fine." You let out a little huff before taking his gloved hands into yours, swinging them back and forth in excitement. No matter how much he tried to surpress the smile forming on his lips, Azul couldn't do it. Against his will, he found the corners of his mouth lifting up into a smile. Shrugging, you murmured, "If it's just for me to be your Valentine's date, then that should be fine."

"Thank you very much, precious pearl~" he cooed, smug and elegant as usual. He brought his face closer to yours, but was stopped when your eyes widened in realisation, causing you to jerk away from him right before your lips could meet.

As Azul let out an exasperated huff, he watched you search through the gift bag slung over your left forearm. His disappointment soon faded away once he realised that he might instead receive a gift as consolation. "So, I have a present for you, my Valentine's date!" you explained, finally fishing out a nicely wrapped box that immediately caught Azul's attention. He greedily extended his hands out towards the present, and snatched it right out of your hands when he had the chance. "I know you don't like to eat chocolate, so I instead bought you something else— a case for your glasses that looks like a seashell! I hope you like it."

Throwing the wrapping paper into the nearby trash bin, Azul raised the glasses case into the air, admiring it with newfound happiness. "Oh— that... that shall come quite in handy. Thank you very much." He safely put it away whilst a big smile appeared on his lips — one that seemed unable to be wiped off.

Nodding softly, you tilted your head to the side. "Now... what do we do? You mentioned some 'couple activities'?" A little chortle escaped your throat at the somehow hilarious sounding expression. Putting your fingers to your chin, you hummed, "We could go for a walk inside the forest or—"

"How about we go to the Mostro Lounge?" Azul cut in smugly, holding his hand out for you that you eagerly took. "I've already organised a table for us~"

"You sly little octopus... I can't believe you already planned all of this," you said, laughing when he led you towards the establishment. You put your other free hand on his the sleeve of his jacket, leaning your head against his arm. The satisfied sigh you let out made his heart skip a beat.

Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, he teased, "How could you ever resist my charms?"

"Right, I could never resist you, Azul~" you cooed as you stopped in your tracks to press a gentle kiss to his cheek — one that left him immobile and speechless. Giggling, it was now your job to pull him towards Mostro Lounge. "Now, let's go!"

"So, Shrimpy said yes to the boss' offer?" Floyd asked his brother as he cleaned one of the cups at the bar, his eyes trained on the slightly agape door to the VIP room, into which Azul had just lead you a few moments prior. A little grin was printed onto the eel's lips.

"You owe me 1000 Madol," Jade replied, which caused Floyd's grin to slip right off his lips.

"...how unfair..." he cried out as he threw the towel onto the counter.

"Stop whining," Jade mused calmly as he playfully slapped his brother with his own drying towel. "We have work to do."

Casually catching the notepad and pen his brother threw at him, Floyd let out a mischievous huff as he stalked off into the direction of the VIP lounge. "Azul wouldn't yell at us while his darling is around, would he?" Floyd asked, shooting his brother a giant grin — one that was reciprocated.

"Mayhaps you're right, brother dearest~" Jade chuckled as he opened the door to the lounge, letting Floyd slip in before he closed the door behind them. Inside, they already found you and Azul seated on the couches opposite from each other. Laughter and chatter entered their ears, and for a moment, the eels were taken aback by how carefree and genuine their boss sounded.

The chatter died down once the two eels appeared right behind you, startling you at first before you calmed down and opted to shoot them little smiles.

"How can we serve~?" they asked simultaneously, somehow sounding more unnerving than they usually did. Azul narrowed his eyes at his employees as you weren't looking — your eyes and face were hidden behind the menu the eels had handed you.

"Hm..." You let out a few hums as you buried your face deeper into the menu, allowing the two eels to pull a few grimaces: putting their hands together to form hearts, making a few kissing gestures, as well as sticking their tongues out at him. Azul was seething, having to muster up all his control to not jump up and yell at the eels who were seeking safety behind you. "I would like a strawberry milkshake, please—" you said, finally lowering the menu, which snapped Azul out of his trance. You shot him a questioning smile. "How about you Azul?"

Taken aback, he stuttered out, "U-Uh— I'll just have... uh..."

"How about one of the smoothies?" you suggested as you continued to skim through the menu, a little smile on your lips. "You prefer stuff with low sugar and low calories, don't you?"

"Shrimpy knows Azul so well~" Floyd cooed as he pulled his notepad out to jot your orders down.

Jade nodded, announcing, "Give us a minute." Then, the two waiters disappeared, closing the door to the VIP lounge behind them. Once they were gone, Azul let out a frustrated sigh whilst burying his face in his shaking hands. He knew they would stir up trouble, but never had he thought they would be this daring.

"Bastards..." he muttered before sitting up again, shooting you a slightly forceful smile. "Anyway, I hope the VIP lounge is to your liking."

You nodded, your eyes full of admiration as they travelled around the room, watching the books lined across the walls in shelves, as well as the coffee table that separated Azul and you. "Oh yes, it's very comfortable here! And very atmospheric." Letting out a little sigh, you leant back and felt your back relax. "I love the decoration of the room... It's perfect for relaxing..."

"Oh?" Azul let out an amused chuckle. "That thought has never struck me."

"You don't relax often, do you?" you asked, frowning a little bit when he nodded hesitantly. Before he could feel bad about himself, you shot him the brightest smile he had ever seen. "That's what I thought— but today shall be your most relaxing day ever! Just lean back and enjoy the day~"

Returning your smile, he shyly murmured, "I think it's already working..." When silence veiled itself upon you, your eyes wandering around the room to take it all in, Azul's eyes remained on you. He watched you with large intrigue: From the way your eyes lit up, as well as when they fluttered open and close. He... was enchanted. Letting out a distant sigh that caught your attention, he attempted to confess: "You know, (Y/n), I think—"

"And here's your order~!" Floyd announced loudly, cutting right in before Azul could finish his sentence. The octopus was seething in annoyance, his hands tightening into fists as he watched Floyd set down your orders onto the coffee table inbetween you.

"Thank you, Floyd." You shot him a smile before you picked up your milkshake to take a sip out of it.

"No problem, Shrimpy!" he replied as placed Azul's order in front of him, never breaking eye-contact with his boss who was glaring daggers at him. "And no problem, boss!" Floyd let out a few teasing cackles before he exited the VIP room again.

The door slammed close in the background while you noticed the way Azul's face was contorted into a sour scowl. Waving your hand in front of his angry eyes, you worriedly asked, "...Azul, are you alright? There's steam coming out of your ears."

"Really!?" He gasped as he raised his hands to touch his ears. You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering where the usually so witty and smart businessman was. The Azul opposite from you right now reminded you more of a little schoolboy than the owner of this lounge.

"No, that was a joke—" you said, laughing. He let out a little huff and resorted to cross his arms, a pout on his face. Letting your giggles die down, you shot him a curious look. "But still, you look angry."

"Let's... let's just get out of here—" He quickly rose from the couch with hasty moves, his hand shooting forward to wrap itself around your wrist. From how much force he used, the milkshake in your other hand almost escaped your grip. You let out a little gasp as he tried to pull you out of the VIP room.

"But I haven't even begun drinking my milkshake yet—" you whined, looking at the milkshake in your hand woefully. Azul quickly silenced you with a glare that wasn't even intentional — he simply couldn't control his anger anymore. Eventually, his anger turned into desperation, and he resorted to staring you down with puppy eyes. Rolling your eyes, you shot him a comforting smile. "Oh fine... I hope you don't mind me taking my milkshake with me though."

"Thanks (Y/n)... you're the best..." Azul murmured as he interlaced his fingers with yours, guiding you out of the lounge. Grinning, you shot him a wink that made his heart skip a beat.

"I know~"

The next day, you had barely set foot outside of your dorm before a certain octopus appeared in your vision, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. It seemed like he had sat on the cold stone steps for quite a while, waiting for you to come out. His back was turned to you, but he immediately rose to his feet once his attentive ears picked up the sound of footsteps clacking against the floor. His moves were elegant, like always, as he strode towards you with fleeting steps, a giant grin on his face.

"Oh hey, Azul," you mused, eyes always trained onto the blue flowers in his hands, thus not regarding his smug expression. "It's quite early... what are you doing here?"

"I had to drop by to see how you were faring," he explained as if it was selfexplanatory. You nodded slowly, your eyebrows still remaining a little bit furrowed in confusion. He noticed the perplexed frown on your face, which is why he extended the bouquet out to you, urging you to take it. "Oh, and these are for you, dear. I realised I didn't give you a gift yesterday."

"They're beautiful! Thank you, Azul!" Fingers curling around the bouquet, you took a deep breath as the petals tickled your nose in a mischievous way. When you opened your eyes again, you finally noticed the smug grin on Azul's face. Huh, had his smile always been this unnerving? Especially the way he grew excited the more time passed on made you a little bit restless. Nonetheless, you shot him a thankful smile, exclaiming, "Yesterday really was fun with you! Maybe we could do that sometime again?"

At your words, the mischief on his face seemed to increase. He looked like he knew something you didn't. "I was thinking about doing it again today."

"Today?" you asked with a raised eyebrow. "But it's not Valentine's Day anymore and also... it's kinda sudden—"

Putting his index finger to your lips, he calmly explained, "You signed the contract after all~ and there's no disobeying my contracts." In a way, his eyes were trying to hypnotise you — to draw you closer to him. And for a moment, it almost worked — but that was before you pulled away, now a stuttering mess.

Your cheeks reddening in embarrassment, you couldn't think straight for a moment. After a few minutes of deep thinking, realisation hit you: Something must have been on the contract that you weren't aware of. Narrowing your eyes, you gazed at him quizzically.

"...Don't tell me you snuck something into the fine print," you murmured, growing a little bit anxious and nervous by the way he slowly nodded, as if he was savouring your frightened expression.

"Here, read it for yourself." He pulled the golden scroll out of thin air before handing it over to you, grinning like a madman all the while. You hurriedly snatched it out of his hands, and pulled it open as if in a feverish daze. For minutes, you had to skim through the mess of blurry words as if your life depended on it while also having to endure Azul's taunting gaze — especially with the way he seemed to relish in the panic on your face.

That's when your eyes found the reason for your dilemma: It was sneakily hidden in the fine print. Throwing your hands into the air in resignation — albeit with hidden relief flushing through your system that it wasn't anything inherently bad — you began to glare at the male. "Azul, you sly fox!" you hissed, causing him to start laughing. "I didn't see that 'forever' at the bottom of the contract..."

"You signed it~" Azul cooed as he plucked the contract right out of your hands before you could protest, and let it disappear back into thin air. Cupping your face with his hands, he simply grinned down at you. "That means... you have to partake with me in romantic couple activities... forever now."

Your anger quickly faded away when you realised just how hilarious this situation was. Now laughing, you covered one of his hands with yours, which caught him quite off-guard. "...you know, you could have just asked me if you wanted me to be your girlfriend," you mused as you stared up at him, grinning the same way he did. He seemed quite taken aback by the way you weren't angry at all, more amused.

A little bit embarrassed, he whispered, "I... I knew you wouldn't say yes..." Feeling shame run through his veins, he opted to remove his hands from your cheeks — which you prevented with your hand gliding down to his wrist and holding one hand in place.

Rolling your eyes, you brought your face closer to his. "Oh Azul, you idiot. You know, you're sometimes awfully stupid for a genius," you mused, your faces now barely inches apart. His cheeks were beet red, and he felt like he was dreaming some sort of cruel nightmare, taunting him with the impossible coming true. "Of course I would have agreed on being your girlfriend! Because... because I really like you..."

"Wait, really?" he stuttered out, not believing any of your words. His eyes were wide in surprise and disbelief. "You... like me back?"

"Yes, of course!" you exclaimed as you temporarily pulled back — just before your lips were about to meet. Giggling, you let go of Azul's wrist, only to have his hands desperately shoot out to wrap themselves around yours, which made the bouquet of flowers fall to the floor. He quickly pulled you back into his arms, afraid you would run away any second; and he couldn't bear that — not after you had told him that he had a chance with you.

"You won't leave me, right?" he choked out, tears pricking in his eyes.

"I won't," you murmured softly as you leant into his embrace, placing your head against his shoulder. "You're my favourite octopus, after all..."

He wrapped his arms around you, squeezing the everlasting life out of you. Something akin to happy sobs escaped his throat as he buried his face in your hair. "For once, I didn't expect this outcome—" he managed to get out, albeit a little muffled due to the way he had buried his face in your locks. "I'm the luckiest octopus in twisted wonderland..."

You gently ran your hand through his hair, moving around his fedora as best as you could. As he seemed occupied with his overwhelming emotions, you got onto your toes to press a sweet kiss to his cheek. Your gesture caused a few embarrassed stutters to escape his lips. Still, a lovesick smile bloomed on his face as he moved his chin to rest on top of your head.

"Does that mean we can get rid of the contract?" you asked after a while of comfortable silence. "I mean... there's no need for it anymore, is there?"

Azul let out a mischievous hum. "...I like to always keep a backup plan, dearest pearl," he explained, amused as he denied your request. "And a contract is a contract~!"

"Fine..." You let out a playfully annoyed sigh before prying yourself out of his iron grip; if he was this strong with only two arms, then you didn't want to be hugged by all eight arms in his octopus form. Giggling when he tried to capture you in a hug again, you instead grabbed him by his hand and pulled him away from Ramshackle dorm. "Let's go 'partake in couple activities' some more now, boyfriend."

Grinning from ear to ear, he followed after you as you led him away. Softly, Azul murmured, "You know, I usually tell people to read the fine print... but I'm glad you didn't read the fine print this time, my precious pearl."

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Embers & Light (Chapter 39, NSFW Nessian)

Notes: Well, over a year you've had to wait for these two to seal the deal... BUT NO LONGER. And because I'm thankful to you all for sticking with this story, I've granted you with over 16k of sinful naughtiness. I think it's safe to say this is NSFW but you guys have read my smut before, you know the drill.

Embers & Light has always very much been the alternative story to Habits, but I couldn’t help but write in some crossover moments here to highlight the differences in events--timeline is a fascinating thing! Lemme know if you spot the moments :)

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I won't be able to write much of August (wedding & mini-moon) but I'll be doing my best to get you guys something as soon as possible. Hopefully by the end of the month, anyways <3

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Chapter 39 Cassian POV

Cassian stared at the doorway and the staircase beyond it, his gaze fixed and unwavering. Nesta had slipped out of the living room to follow Feyre up the stairs over ten minutes ago and he was already consumed with the biting sort of worry that gnawed at your insides.

He wasn’t concerned about what Nesta might be discussing with Feyre—that was her business—but because he couldn’t help but fret when it came to Nesta’s wellbeing.

It was a myriad of concerns that trampled through his mind like a herd of cattle. Had she slept enough? Had she recovered from being caught in the crowds the day before? Was her conversation with Feyre going to have her take three steps back rather than one forward? Cassian had spied the book of fairytales she’d slipped into her bag. Had guessed what she’d intended to do with it.

And then there was the fact that Nesta had left the bed before he’d woken again. Cassian couldn’t help but feel disappointed that she’d not been there when he’d opened his eyes, especially after the night before.

But that was how it was with he and Nesta. When the sun dipped below the horizon, Cassian often felt as if they were on the right path; as if once the world shut its eyes, the pressure was off and their play could continue. But as soon as light bled back into the sky, things weren’t the same. They weren’t cold… but Cassian felt suspended in a limbo of flirtatious banter and respectful distance. Which was hard, when all Cassian wanted to do was be as close to her as possible: to hold her hand and wind a hand through her hair. To kiss her brow and mouth and sink his teeth into her neck—

Cassian’s jaw tightened. He wanted to do wicked things. He wanted to make her moan and shatter. Wanted to know how she felt wrapped around him. Wanted to see if she’d gasp awake as he pushed inside of her.

Their trip home was going to be a turning point. Or at the very least it would be a milestone—a hammered notch as they progressed towards something. Yet, Cassian wasn’t naive: he wasn’t expecting Nesta to fall into his arms and never leave. But he hoped that it might make Nesta see their connection—not the tie between them, but the chemistry that Cassian knew would forever exist even if the mating bond was severed.

From the very first moment his gaze had settled on the haughty, vicious sister Cassian had known. Had nearly been brought to his knees—the heart-stopping moment so powerful, it suspended time as he felt something turn inside of him, as if something that had lain dormant had finally snapped open an eye.

And because of that Cassian would willingly allow Nesta to forge the reigns when it came to whatever it was between them. He could go slow. He would take the chance that Nesta might grow to accept him, even as he was seized by the terror that she might grow bored and draw a line under things before he had the chance to prove that he was worthy.

Cassian took a deep, steadying breath that made his ribcage heave. Thought of the lullaby that sat in his room at the House. Used that to ground himself and banish the painful thoughts.

Nesta had cared enough to gift him a piece of his past that nobody else had ever gone to the effort to find for him. And that was… everything. It was everything to him.

“I can hear the worry grinding gears in your brain.”

Rhys was standing where Mor had been a few moments earlier, his hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers, his eyebrows raised. Cassian hadn’t noticed Mor slip away. Couldn’t even recall what she'd been saying to him. Had he ignored her? He didn’t know. Didn’t really care. They all knew he was head over heels when it came to Nesta anyway.

Cassian blinked. It took him a moment to process Rhys’s words, but his body finally caught up. An instinctive grin tugged at the corners of his mouth and he commanded his eyes to sparkle, even though it was all fake. “I was under the impression you didn’t think I had one.”

Rhys didn’t chuckle or retort with something dry. Sometimes his brother allowed him to indulge in his self-deprecating behaviour, but it didn’t seem like today was one of those days. Instead, he cut to the chase. “They’re fine.”

Cassian bristled. Didn’t bother to pretend his mind wasn't solely on what was happening upstairs. “Feyre’s speaking with you now?”

Nesta would hate that. Would know if her sister was communicating to her mate whilst they were talking.

His brother’s laugh was as smooth as velvet. “No, she locked me out. It’s a habit she’s started recently and it’s usually coupled with the mental finger.”

This time, Cassian’s smile was genuine, as was the chuckle that chased it. “Feisty.”

“You have no idea,” Rhys responded with a wink.

Mor, who had breezed back to Cassian’s side with a new cup of coffee, rolled her eyes. “We do actually, you two are like rabbits.”

“We’re mated,” Rhys replied with a wave of his hand. “It’s to be expected.”

Mor lifted her eyes to the ceiling. “Cauldron, I need to bed someone rather than hearing about my cousin’s exploits with my best friend.”

“Head to Rita’s and find yourself a pretty fae,” Cassian drawled, tugging Mor into a one armed hug.

“Mmm,” Mor hummed, but she chewed on her lip again. Glanced nervously at Azriel, who was in deep conversation with Elain. His shadows were tucked in neatly to his frame rather than trailing, ever-moving and loose around his body, but Cassian knew he could hear them.

Cassian dropped a friendly kiss to Mor’s head before he let her go. Tussled her hair, grinning mischievously when she squawked in disapproval.

As if sensing that his cousin wanted a change of subject, Rhys looked square at Cassian. “Azriel will come over later to update you on the latest movements.”

Cassian sobered as if someone had poured icy water down his back. “Not later,” Cassian corrected firmly.

Tomorrow. No the day after that. Cassian couldn’t guarantee that he’d be able to stop once he’d had his first proper taste of Nesta.

But of course they couldn’t do that—wouldn’t. The situation in Illyria was too dire for them to be so selfish as to lock themselves away for days.

It didn’t mean Cassian didn’t want to, though.

“You’ve got plans?” Rhys asked lightly and Mor froze.

You’ve got no idea, Cassian thought. But then realised his brother knew. Of course he did. Surely everyone in this room knew how desperate he was to get back to Illyria. To have Nesta in his bed again, writhing and moaning, their bodies slick with sweat as they moved in unison.

Clenching his jaw, Cassian grounded that desire between his teeth, until it was nothing but broken, delicious shards that scraped down his throat. His blood coiled. “Yes. Maybe.”

If she doesn’t change her mind.

“It has to be tomorrow, Cass.”

Biting back a sigh, Cassian nodded. “I know. Come at noon. I suppose I’ll be camped out in Illyria for the foreseeable future.” He cast a stern look at Mor. “Send me letters.”

“You have a housemate,” Rhys reminded him. “You’re not going to be entirely alone.”

Mor grinned slyly. “A very beautiful housemate.”

Cassian was more than aware of that.

He grunted and unable to stop himself, he voiced the fear that always niggled away at the back of his mind. “For now.”

But Rhys just loosed another manicured shrug, that was at odds with the ground-breaking revelation that followed it. “For a long while. Nesta has expressed her desire to remain in Illyria long-term despite the discontent. Assuming you don’t mind sharing your bungalow.”

It felt as if an iron band of hope was clamped around Cassian’s chest. He stared at his brother. Tried not to blink. Crossed his arms firmly over his chest, protecting his heart. “And you know this how?”

“Nesta spoke with me. We have arrived at a truce, of sorts.”

That must have been what they’d spoken about yesterday on the balcony. He wanted to know more—everything—but Cassian would not press Rhys. If Nesta wanted to tell him, she would. He had to respect that.

So, he bit back his curiosity and grumbled, “About time.”

Rhys clapped his hand on Cassian’s back, but there was something wary in his expression, as if there was something he wanted to say but wouldn’t. Finally, he said, “Patience is a virtue, brother.”

“I’m not the patient sort.”

“You are when it counts,” Rhys countered, and Cassian didn’t say anything because they both knew what he was referring to. Rhys had been the first to know. Had witnessed Cassian in a tangled web of despair and longing and unwanted visions. His brother had immediately put two and two together. Because he’d been there, too. Knew what it was to want someone you thought you couldn’t have. To hope that someone might finally grow to see you in colour rather than in black and white.

Cassian cast another look towards the empty doorway and the quiet hallway beyond it.

A shiver of anticipation ran through him. It was time for them to go home.

***

In the end, Cassian folded to his worry and had Elain fetch Nesta from upstairs. It was time to go, he’d insisted, even though there was no true reason as to why they needed to leave quite so quickly.

“No guesses required to identify why you want to head back to Illyria,” Mor muttered out the side of her mouth, as the creak of the stairs a few flights above heralded the sisters return. Cassian jabbed his elbow into his friend’s ribs and Mor yelped through her grin, even as she had to sidestep, the nudge throwing her off balance. “What? It’s all over your face. You think I can’t read you after five hundred years?”

“Don’t announce it to the room,” Cassian muttered darkly under his breath, “and you won’t find yourself torn to pieces.”

Mor briefly bumped against his arm, the jostle affectionate. Unfazed by his threat, she glanced sideways at him with rich chocolate eyes. “I won’t. We just want you to be happy, you know.”

Cassian’s mouth flattened into a thin line. “Now isn’t the time for a lecture about finding a more suitable mate.”

The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. He hadn’t meant for it to happen, hadn’t meant to voice what he’d kept inside for so long.

Mor’s eyes widened, but she wound her arms around his waist. Cassian allowed her to tuck herself under his arm. His friend scented of citrus and cinnamon. When she craned her neck to look up at him, her expression was glowing with sincerity and Cassian realised that she hadn’t been insinuating that Nesta wasn’t right for him at all. “We’re all cheering you on from the sidelines, Cass, I promise.”

The muscle in Cassian’s jaw flexed. He looked away from her, towards the doorway again, unable to help himself. “Don’t say anything.”

She tightened her grip on his waist. “I won’t. I promise.”

“She doesn’t want it.”

Mor untangled herself from him. Shook her head in disagreement. “She does. She just isn’t ready to admit it yet.”

They both fell quiet as Nesta walked through the door with Elain and Feyre. The first thing Cassian noticed was that she scented of water and salt—tears.

Heart pattering with concern, Cassian quickly scanned Nesta’s expression and body language, searching for clues. But Nesta remained close to her sisters rather than apart, her fingers snagged in Feyre’s, her expression not in tatters but smooth and calm, like still waters.

“Ready to go?” Mor chirped from beside him. “I can winnow you back when Sala arrives.”

Nesta’s grey-blue eyes slid to Mor. “I called her on my way down.”

“Then you have time to see the snowdrops you gave me before you leave,” Elain responded eagerly, tugging at Nesta’s arm. “The cuttings took well to the soil. I planted them beneath the shade of the birch trees near the river.”

Cassian watched Nesta disappear into the garden. Surveyed the way a strand of golden brown hair that had escaped her loose braid floated on the breeze, as if it was part of the element rather than separate, as Elain bent to show her the snowdrops.

Yet despite the clear ease to Nesta’s movements, Cassian couldn’t help but ask Feyre whether everything was okay when she came over to hug him goodbye.

“We’re fine,” Feyre assured him, as together they watched Mor tentatively sit beside Azriel on the couch. For once the Shadowsinger’s shadows didn’t lighten, but Azriel still turned to her, drawn by some magnetism as she began to speak with him.

Slim fingers closed around his. Squeezed. “Thank you for fetching the book of fairytales for Nesta.”

The strand of ebony hair that had wrangled free of Cassian’s hair tie tickled the side of his forehead as he inclined his head. That had been a long time ago, when Nesta was a viper that he dared to poke with a stick, just so he could get a reaction. “Of course.”

“You travelled all that way on barely healed wings just to fetch a book.”

It wasn’t just a book, but Cassian knew Feyre understood that, so he only grunted, “Az took me most of the way. He waited to winnow me back.”

But Feyre’s eyes were burnished, as she asked, “Is there anything you won’t do for my sister?”

“It depends,” Cassian replied honestly. Because although he’d rather die than see Nesta hurt, Cassian wouldn’t hesitate to stand up to her when her fire was ill-wrought. And that’s what he liked about the both of them: if he was an ass Nesta told him straight, and he did the same for her. A grin slashed across his face. “Your sister has claws and teeth when she’s angry.”

It wasn’t long before Sala landed on her four large paws in the garden, prompting goodbyes. Mor winnowed Nesta and Sala, whilst Az’s scarred hand closed around Cassian’s arm.

Together, Cassian and his brother passed through realms of shadows and light and raging wings. Then Illyria was taking shape before Cassian bit by bit: there was the sting of winter on his cheeks, the crunch of snow beneath his feet, the scent of pine and untamed air. It felt like that wonderful first heave of your lungs after being starved from air. It alerted Cassian senses—woke him up.

Not bothering to say goodbye for the second time, Azriel bled straight back into shadow, but Mor raised a hand in a parting wave from where she stood beside Nesta and Sala. Her long golden hair caught on the breeze. It tussled behind her like its own puff of wind, before she vanished into nothing.

When Cassian’s eyes snapped to Nesta, he found her standing with her eyes closed, breathing in the wilderness of their surroundings. After a few beats, Sala jumped onto her hind legs, climbing up Nesta’s body with her snow-crusted paws to knock her head impatiently against Nesta’s.

A breath of laughter clouded in front of her as Nesta ruffled Sala’s ears. She murmured something Cassian couldn't identify in the manticore’s ear, before Sala dropped onto all fours and padded through the snow in the direction of the main camp.

Cassian watched the manticore go. He suspected Sala was going to seek out the widows camp and check everything was in order. It was the kind of thing Nesta would fret about—that whilst she was warm and fed, others might not be extended the same courtesy.

Or, the dark part of his mind whispered, she wants Sala out of the house.

You can fuck me wherever you like in the bungalow, Cassian.

The many needles of thrill pierced through him just as Nesta met his stare from across the snow. Suddenly, Cassian didn’t know what to say. His tongue felt swollen and thick in his mouth, words suddenly as viscous as tar. The atmosphere had altered—the aura surrounding them despite the distance suddenly heavy with promise: a change that pointed to something new.

The siphons on the back of Cassian’s hands glowed in anticipation. Nesta merely raised an eyebrow at him. Turned. Walked towards the house just as he caught the thick scent of jasmine and vanilla on the wind.

Cassian’s nostrils flared as it wound around him; invisible ropes of arousal. And then he was moving, following Nesta’s footprints.

His friends had winnowed them to the back of the house, halfway between the small stone outhouse and the backdoor. They weren’t far from the bungalow, but it felt like miles as Cassian stomped noisily after Nesta, his boots compacting the snow as if they were grinding shards of glass into powder.

When Cassian drew up behind Nesta, she already had a hand half-raised towards the door. Even though he wasn’t touching her, she was a whirlpool of warmth. It sucked him in, begging him to line his torso against her back, so when she cursed, realising she hadn’t taken her gloves off, Cassian didn’t hesitate to reach over her shoulder and rest his palm against the wood, encasing her.

The touch of his bare skin—or Nesta’s—was the key to the magical lock. A thunk sounded as the bolt released but Cassian didn’t push open the door—was too preoccupied with the female before him—who had twisted to stare up at him.

As soon as their gazes snagged, history began to knit together in a rush of thread, until it was a tangible, living thing. Because this moment had been written in the stars as soon as Cassian had seen Nesta in her amethyst dress in the human realm; her hair wielded into a mighty crown, her expression haughty and defiant, yet burning with the potential of a life not yet lived. They’d denied that history, even as it waited patiently in the wings. It had watched as they danced around each other, fumbling and snarling their way to this very moment—

They moved in unison. Cassian’s head bowing just as Nesta reached upwards; her body bowing to his, her palms sliding across his jaw until they were around his neck. Their lips met with a force that rattled Cassian’s bones. This wasn't a brush of a kiss. This was immediate and awakening: Nesta tasted like life and breath, like destiny. And yet again, Cassian knew with startling clarity that they were meant for this, he and Nesta. They were meant for each other and nobody could tell him otherwise, including her.

A soft breath whooshed out of Nesta as her back hit the door, but then Cassian was pushing it open, guiding her inside in a whirlwind of noise and wreckage.

The scrape of wood on the flagstone tiles sounded as Nesta’s back knocked against the table before Cassian turned them, his wings grazing against cupboards and the cool walls. Items clattered and shattered, but Cassian used his wings to keep a check on his surroundings, the touch guiding him to the left-hand wall where he could press her against the wall and devour.

Because Cassian could not tear his mouth from Nesta’s. Couldn’t stop tasting her. Couldn’t stop craving the roll of her tongue and the sound of her guttural moans. It fuelled a fireball inside of him; it roared into life in the centre of his heart, before spreading throughout his limbs, rushing through his body until it settled deep in his groin, aching and burning—screaming for relief.

When they finally hit the wall, the thud of their bodies shook the cabinets and the porcelain within it. Without thinking, Cassian took the brunt of it, his hand flying to cup Nesta's lower back and head to purposefully shield her from the hurt.

Because he was coarse and rippling, galloping towards a primal sort of wilderness that Cassian wasn’t sure he could control.

If Nesta was ignorant to the fact or wholly aware Cassian didn’t know. All he knew was that her hands were scrabbling at his leather like dancing flames, tugging him closer.

When he pressed his body over hers, aligning every inch of her to every inch of him, she whined.

Cassian swallowed it. Slanted his mouth across hers. Tucked his wings in tight as every muscle in him tensed in anticipation.

Nesta tasted of chai and vanilla and embers with a destiny to roar.

Another strangled noise came from her throat as Cassian sank his hands deep into the hair at her scalp, coaxing strands free from her braid as his fingers threading through her hair, just as he had done the night prior when he’d coaxed her to sleep. But this wasn’t a soothing touch. This was a touch to startle every nerve ending to life.

Time began to bleed around them, but Cassian only registered the fluidity of the frantic dance they had not learnt. The way Nesta arched into him as his palm slid back to span her waist. The pant of her breath against his skin. His heaving chest. The way his wings began to spread again of their own volition, like a fan unfolding to reveal a secret pattern—as if they were controlled by nothing but the ache of his cock as it strained against the leather of his pants.

As if in acknowledgement that his body was no longer ruled by him, his hips slanted upwards of their own accord. It was a desperate bid to relieve the ache, and his throat vibrated with a thunderous growl as Nesta dug her nails deeper into the leather of his jacket, using it for leverage as she arched into him.

Something turned further inside of Cassian, like a lock beginning to grind as a key turned. And then it felt as if he were plunging beneath water; ducking into the depths and travelling beneath an invisible barrier before emerging on the other side buoyant and surging with power.

Ruby crashed through his veins, like the walls of a dam broken free and… singing light. Magic roared so loudly in Cassian’s ears that he no longer heard the galloping beat of his heart or the sawing of their breath.

Reeling, he tore his mouth from Nesta’s. Her eyes were just as wide, puddles of startled moonlight—endless mercury—and Cassian didn’t need to look down to know that her hands were wreathed in silver.

For a moment they stared at one another. Time slowed until it was sluggish around them and then the feeling receded, as if Cassian was being carried by a wave as it was dragged unwillingly from the shore on thundering feet.

Sound bled back into Cassian’s ears, like raindrops slowly blotting paper. A moan whispered on a wind carried through him, the words fleeting—her name three times, like always—before they dispersed into nothing and ragged breathing filled the hole.

Fuck, they needed to be careful. He needed to be careful if just kissing her led to some transcendental experience. Cassian knew Nesta became open during sex—had seen tumbled images of tangled limbs and heard her moans—and he couldn’t afford to lose her when she had finally let him in. Couldn’t let her down, even though he wanted nothing more than to finally be found worthy by someone.

That twisted rope between them couldn’t widen and strengthen. Couldn’t finally open and click into place with a consensual snap.

Because Cassian had heard stories of mates who had gone to bed. Who had fleetingly accepted what they wanted in their hearts but not in their minds. And after they had both finished and life had been breathed into that bond, only death could sever their Cauldron-blessed connection.

Cassian would not have a mate with regrets, but he didn’t have the will-power to deny himself of her any longer. Not when he could scent how much Nests wanted him. When he could feel it like an unquenchable ache in his bones—an ache which made him tremble and shake. His rocky warrior exterior ground to nothing but sand.

As if Nesta could read his thoughts she tipped her head back, baring the column of her neck.

A resounding guttural sound dragged from his throat. The noise was animalistic and unchained. A booming crack ricocheted around the walls, the muscles in Cassian’s back burning as his wings snapped outward.

Something toppled from somewhere and crashed to the floor, but Cassian didn’t bother to raise his head to look at what it was.

And then time seemed to both slow and drive into a frenzy. Cassian launched at Nesta’s neck at the same time he tugged at her hair, urging her head to fall back even farther.

His lips were against the column of her throat in the blink of an eye; his teeth scraping, his mouth sucking until her blood pounded in his ears. Nesta’s knees buckled but Cassian quickly pinned her body to the wall, holding her up, his knee sliding firmly between her legs…

And… nothing. There was no panic or sensation of being trapped—no sudden fire launching him back thirty feet—but Cassian still tore his mouth from Nesta’s neck. Had to know she wasn’t panicking. “Ok?” he rasped.

A frown burrowed Nesta’s brows. Her swollen lips parted in confusion. Somehow it made her look more beautiful.

Cassian raised a shaking hand to trace it away. “Nesta. Are you ok?”

Understanding dawned like millions of unfurling petals.

When Nesta spoke she was short of breath, the words an exhale. “Don’t hold back.”

Cassian practically arched into her at the words but he made himself remain still, even as his body vibrated with tension. His bones creaked but he held fast.

That stubborn, beautiful chin lifted and Nesta’s eyes glinted wicked yet pure. Always an oxymoron, his Nesta.

“Don’t hold back,” she repeated, her voice stronger this time. She pushed her hips against his thigh and the friction had her lips parting, a shaky breath tumbling from her lungs. “I can take it.”

The words were like slashing knives of pleasure, severing the leash on any control Cassian thought he had.

The subsequent rush of air Cassian loosed was akin to a snorting horse.

Then he was moving and their mouths were fused together again, their tongues a delicious push and pull of control and pleasure before he yanked away.

“Thank fuck,” he gasped. His hands flew to her hips, guiding her to ride his thigh. “Thank fuck, Nesta.”

The friction had Nesta moaning, her fingernails digging so hard into the leather of his jacket Cassian was sure she had dented the material. But he didn’t care. Didn’t care about anything but the living fervour that clawed at them.

His hands were everywhere at once. Tangled in her hair. Sliding over her cheek. Cupping her ass. Attacking the buttons at the back of her dress, until they popped and scattered. Until he could pull the material down her arms, exposing tantalising creamy skin.

At the first sight of her breasts, Cassian growled. He bowed his head to capture a nipple sharply between his teeth before he laved over it with his tongue, smoothing over the wound. He relished the way Nesta cried out. Arched into him. She began to tear at his jacket. It snagged on his wings but Cassian shrugged it off until it hit the floor with a thud.

The first slide of Nesta’s palms beneath his tunic was like oil sizzling in a pan. Cassian hissed as the callouses of her palms scraped deliciously over his skin and scars and ink. Snarled as she made quick work of the stays and fastenings. Tried to focus on her other breast as she inched her hand beneath the tight leather fabric and eased him free.

Fingers wrapped sinfully around him, causing Cassian to snarl around a peaked nipple—to buck sharply—pressing them more firmly against the wall.

“Don’t bother,” Nesta moaned as Cassian wrenched desperately at the fabric of her dress, trying to coax it further down her body. She ground down onto his thigh as it to emphasise her point—her need—and the heat of her burned.

It was all Cassian needed to hear. He fumbled desperately with her skirts until a hand was under the material and sliding up her thigh. Until fabric ripped and her underwear fell away in what Cassian imagined to be a ripple of lace.

In one swift movement, Cassian lifted Nesta’s body upwards, until her legs were gripped tightly around his hips and her back was flush against the wall. Her hands flew to find purchase, grappling at the back of his neck, and when she was steady she raked her hand purposefully through the hair which had come loose from his tie. Tugged at the leather until his hair fell over his face. Whined. Tangled her fingers through the ebony strands as if they were her reigns.

Cassian splayed the hand that wasn’t supporting her body against the cold wall. Tried to catch his breath, but the position evened out the height between them. Just a slight movement would allow him to capture her lips with his, and Cassian couldn’t deny that demanding tug that drove him to devour. Nesta seemed to feel the same way. Moaned in relief as Cassian tasted her as if he couldn’t get enough, gave back as good as she got. Over and over they moved, until they were nothing but an undulating wave of tongue and teeth and groans. The pleasure was a surging, roiling entity. It was all consuming. It overtook Cassian’s body, demanding that his hand drag from her ass straight to her core.

When his fingers slid through wetness, Cassian’s groan sounded like thunderous defeat. He dropped his head to Nesta’s collarbone. Gently pressed his lips to her clavicle. To her shoulder. Tried to ground himself as he slid straight to the spot that made her keen—as pleasure ignited down the bond like a crashing wave. Brushed over it again and again and again. Relishing in the noises he coaxed from her. At the curling fists of desire that clenched agonisingly inside of him.

Cassian had to see Nesta fall. Had to look into her eyes as she broke.

But he wanted to be inside of her when it happened.

Cassian was reaching for his cock at the same time that Nesta let out a broken moan. “Do it,” she breathed. There was no bite of authority in her voice, as if all of the energy she had directed in the pursuit of pleasure had smoothed over the serrated edge of her personality he loved so much, leaving a softer version in its wake. “Please. Just—”

A satisfied snarl ripped from Cassian as he felt her want. And in that moment, Cassian knew there would be nothing gentle about how this was going to play out. It was going to be rough and frantic, riding a wave of pleasure that had been building for too long. Knew afterwards that they would sink to the cold floor in a mass of tangled limbs and mingled breath.

And Cassian wanted that. Had never wanted release so badly in his life.

Something clambered in the back of his mind. Something he needed to remember, but his limbs were moving of their own volition. He didn’t even bother to pump his cock or squeeze it to relieve the tension. Only cared about finally being inside of her.

The heat and slickness of her was sinful and divine when he lined himself up at her entrance. The hand he had braced against the wall came to span her cheek. It relied on Nesta clamping on tightly to his waist with her legs and the press of his torso against hers, but they managed it.

Shaking, Cassian raked back the hair that had fallen free from her braid back from Nesta’s face, just as she tugged him in for a bruising kiss.

There was a moment when everything paused and trembled. As Nesta pulled away and stared at him, her eyes swimming silver—glowing with it—her pupils obscured.

His magic surged at the sight of it. Crashed against his skin as if it was trying to escape. His siphons burned bloody.

“Cassian,” Nesta panted. Despite the keen desperation, there was cushion to his name. Gently, Nesta bowed her head until her forehead rested against his. The gesture was surprisingly tender. It tugged at his heartstrings, triggered his hips into movement as they finally pushed forward.

The tight heat that wrapped around him like velvet was so immediate that Cassian swore. Sweat trickled down his back and seeped into the tunic Nesta hadn’t gotten round to discarding. He trembled as Nesta’s breath stuttered and he felt the burning pain mixed with pleasure as he sunk in an inch. Felt the stretch of Nesta’s body as it strained to fit around him.

Claws dug into his back—Nesta’s nails—biting into his skin, until the metallic tang of blood infused the air.

Cassian’s body stilled before he even had a second to register that he needed to stop. That instinct buried deep to make sure she never hurt.

And then a knock rapped at the front door.

“No,” Nesta moaned. She shifted her hips and Cassian sank a little deeper. That pain flared again through the pleasure and Cassian grip on her turned vice like.

Sense stumbled into his desire addled brain, like a fawn on gangly legs.

But then it righted itself.

Another sharp rap at the door cleared his head completely.

He bowed to bury his face in the crook of her neck but Nesta whined. Tilted her hips again, urging him deeper. “Nesta, stop.”

“No.” Her whimper was doused in frustration, but all Cassian could feel was that sharp needle of pain.

He tried to pull back, but Nesta clamped down around him with that incredible strength of hers. The strength that only seemed to appear at times of desperation or anger.

Cassian’s jaw flexed, his features hardening. “I’m hurting you.”

“You’re not,” Nesta countered, defiance colouring her expression.

“I am,” Cassian retorted, not allowing for a passing beat of their hearts to pass before he replied. “I’m hurting you. Don’t pretend that I’m not.”

I can feel it, Cassian wanted to explain, but didn’t. Knew somehow that if he did they might not end up joining at all.

Desire fogged Nesta’s mind and it fuelled the punch to her next words. “I don’t care.”

Ire punched through Cassian’s desire enough for him to see red. “Well, I do,” he snapped.

Nesta’s nostrils flared at his tone and her eyes burned silver. Cassian wondered how everything had gone southward so quickly—they were on a sinking ship and he needed to patch it up. Knew she felt rejected. So, he kissed her and pushed back that unquenchable ache he felt for her. Knew it hit home because she gasped softly into his mouth, her surprise tart on his tongue.

He pulled out. As soon as his cock fell free that pain throbbed and ebbed. But Nesta moaned all the same.

Moaned again as he drew his head back to stare at her.

She surprised him when her eyes remained open rather than closed off. There was no hard shield. Nothing but want and a vulnerability that made his heart squeeze.

It gave him the courage to do the right thing.

He kissed her again. Trailed a thumb across her swollen lips, ignoring the desire that roared as Nesta sucked it into her mouth, her tongue darting across the top before the bit down lightly.

“This is how things are going to go,” Cassian murmured lowly, pulling his thumb out of her mouth and across her jawline, trailing the wetness all the way to the sensitive spot behind her ear. Nesta shuddered.

“I’m going to get the door and send whoever it is away,” Cassian continued. He paused to let the words sink in. Lowered his head to trace a path with his nose, up the slope of her shoulder, all the way up her neck until his lips were grazing the shell of her ear. “You will go to your bedroom. When they’re gone, I’ll find you.”

Another shiver coursed through Nesta’s body. Her fingers tightened around his neck.

When Nesta next spoke, Cassian knew he’d piqued her interest. “What then?” she demanded.

“Then I’m going to make you come until you see stars.”

Nesta’s entire body froze. For a long moment, she didn’t so much as breathe, but Cassian felt the throb of her blood and magic as it pounded against her skin.

Then, Nesta’s hands worked between them, until her small palms were splayed across his chest. She pushed firmly, indicating that she wanted to get her down. Her body slithered to the floor, her lean legs falling away from his body.

The sudden distance between them felt like miles.

Nesta lifted her chin. “Hurry or I’ll start without you.”

A breath heaved at Cassian’s lungs and he felt his pupils contract, pushing out his irises until they were swallowed by black. The image of Nesta sprawled on the bed wearing nothing but skin, her legs open, a hand moving between her legs had that coil within him tightening to the point of pain.

A growl spiked through the air as another knock sounded at the door.

Nesta must have known she’d wrangled back control, because she arched a cool eyebrow at him. “I thought you were going to answer the door?”

A dark chuckle forced its way out of his chest, but it was mechanical rather than true. Because there was nothing funny about resisting Nesta right now and his body seemed to know that.

Cassian reached for her before he knew what was happening. Rested his forehead against hers. Breathed once. Twice. “I need to calm down,” he confessed.

Nesta snickered, but the sound fell flat as her breath hitched upwards at the end. It betrayed the effect he had on her, even as she said silkily, “Did the image of me pleasuring myself get you hard?”

“I was already hard,” he growled. He pressed a lingering kiss to her mouth. “As you well know.”

A hand reached between them. Stroked over him—the touch feather light but tantalising enough that Cassian bucked into her touch.

And then cunning words, “Maybe I’ll let you watch.”

A string of swear words left Cassian’s mouth. He yanked back from Nesta, as if someone had tugged firmly on a leash. Tugged up his pants and jerked ruthlessly at the ties until they fastened, trapping his cock back into the leather.

With a growl, Cassian waved a hand towards the living room—to Nesta’s room to the right of it. “Leave before I fuck you against the wall, Nesta,” he barked.

Nesta’s sly laugh skittered over his skin, and without pulling her dress back up to cover herself, Nesta sashayed through the nearest arch and disappeared.

*** It had been Mas and Roksana at the door, laden with bags full of groceries and supplies from the market. With full access to the house, there was no reason why they shouldn’t have just come right in. Which meant Mas had suspected somehow, enough so that she had left the bags on the front step and remained standing with Roksana a few feet back.

“I am sorry Sinta, but the meat might spoil,” the housekeeper had apologised as soon as he’d opened the door, his hair a tangled mess from where Nesta had yanked it free of its tie. He hadn’t had the sense to recover it from the floor, but he had righted his tunic and fastened his pants.

And thank the Cauldron for that, because Roksana peeked up at Cassian with wide eyes from her position of safety behind Mas’s legs. He didn’t know when Lorrian had brought the youngling back to the camp, but Cassian guessed it hadn’t been easy on the two of them to take a little girl out of the warmth and back into the snow.

Cassian tried to soften the eyes that he knew were a little wild. He raked his hands through his hair and sent them his most disarming smile, but there was fuck all he could do about his scent. So he thanked her, trying to keep his voice light and conversational. Ordered her to take the rest of the day off.

To the housekeeper’s credit, she did not linger. Had merely nodded and rushed Roksana back into the snow, towards the main vein of the camp.

Yet, whilst the housekeeper’s interruption had been unwanted, it did grant Cassian some breathing space as he rammed perishables into the cool box. Because even though Cassian would allow Nesta to decide how this all played out, he needed to lay down a rule of his own: he could give her the space to decide what she wanted—for him to prove that he could be what she needed—but there was one thing he could not suffer through.

And if they had stormed ahead in a hurricane of lust; with Nesta’s back against the wall as Cassian pounded into her… Well, it would be too late for Cassian to lay down his one condition once they were sweaty and sated. Nesta was more likely to get up and walk away. To not look back.

Cassian found Nesta sitting at the dresser in her room re-braiding back her hair.

Leaning against the doorjamb, Cassian opened his mouth to explain who had been at the door, but an iron band closed fast around his chest, robbing him of breath.

“What are you wearing?” The words came out of him eventually, entirely uneven to the point of being choked.

Because Nesta was wearing his shirt. It was the same steel blue shirt she’d worn that first day in Illyria. The shirt that was an identical match to her eyes, purchased before Cassian had realising what his subconscious had done. A shirt he’d had to hide away in the spare room because Cassian hadn’t been able to bare seeing it in his closet—of being reminded that his mate was a ghost who had banished him away.

Go home, Cassian.

Nesta met Cassian's eyes in the mirror. Announced with cool simplicity, “You ripped my dress.”

“And this is your way of torturing me?”

An indifferent shrug. “Why wear my own clothing when I know what fate it will suffer?”

Cassian knew his nostrils billowed, but he remained propped up against the doorframe. Pretended he was stuck to it like glue because his body was trembling for him to launch across the distance and claim her mouth. Her neck. Her.

The silence seemed to unnerve Nesta. Cassian knew that from months of living with her. From months of studying her slight tells when her masks slipped.

Right on cue, Nesta reset her posture—a gesture that most people read as defiant. But Cassian knew it was also a sign of nerves. She shrugged with feigned indifference, even as her throat tightened and that damned pulse fluttered temptingly against her throat. “You liked it the last time I wore it.”

Cassian huffed a breath. He had liked it the last time she wore it, even if she’d been so gaunt that he’d worried she might wither away. But the shirt… it had put images in his mind that Cassian had long tried to store away, imprisoned in rock and flame: her in his clothing, not fucking other males but him, her lithe legs wrapping around his waist as he sank deep—

Which brought Cassian neatly to the point he needed to discuss with her…

Nesta’s eyes tracked Cassian in the mirror as he peeled himself out of the doorway and came to stand behind her. When their eyes locked into place, it felt as if someone had punched him in the chest. There was something deep in Nesta’s gaze that made it feel as if he was tumbling down a rabbit hole, that magnetism between them drawing him in like gravity.

When Cassian’s fingers brushed Nesta’s neck—ran down the braid she had draped over her shoulder—Nesta shivered. “You had your hair down then,” he rasped. Didn’t wait for her to protest, as he slowly coaxed the tie free from the end of her hair.

Nesta turned preternaturally still, watched him gently part her hair in the mirror until it fell free from her plait, his calloused fingers brushing over her skin as he coaxed her hair to fall down her back.

The pulse hammering at her throat and the warmth radiating from her skin were the only indications that Nesta was alive rather than stone.

Only when Cassian had finished and lifted his hands from her neck, did Nesta come back to life.

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. But she cocked her head slightly to dissect him. “It’s a nuisance like this. It gets in the way.”

“It’s beautiful,” Cassian corrected, his voice rasping, like sand scraping against skin. He ran a hand through her hair as if to emphasise his point, his fingers running down, down, down until her waist.

When Nesta stood and turned into the warmth of him, Cassian scented what she wanted. But there was something else simmering in her expression—surprise. As if she’d caught the truth in his words and hadn’t expected someone to truly think her beautiful.

She stepped closer, until the lines of her torso ghosted his. Until Cassian’s heart pounded so hard he could hear the frantic tempo of it in his ears. Nesta tilted her head back so she could stare up at him and Cassian’s hand weaved through the mane of her hair before he could stop himself.

He was desperate to touch her again. Desperate.

But Cassian waited. Waited for Nesta to reach up on tiptoes and press her mouth to his.

The kiss was not like their bruised, desperate kisses from earlier. It was coaxing and unsure; the tentative beginning of something that was not merely fuelled by ardour. But it soon blossomed into something more, like a snowball rolling down a mountain blanketed white, gaining speed as it grew and grew—

Dragging his mouth away from hers, Cassian fought for breath. Battled to remember what he needed to do and say. But then Nesta was tugging his head back down again, her fingers tangled in his hair, the gesture indicative of an insistent need that Cassian knew would not go away.

As always, Nesta tasted divine. Addictive. He could taste the curl of her power on his tongue—silver and white, life and death—and he wondered if she could taste his. Knew his siphons were glowing scarlet—

“Nesta,” he murmured hoarsely, her name a caress against her lips. He couldn’t invoke a distance between them, couldn’t stop touching her. His nose brushed hers as her drew back an infinitesimal amount. Closed his eyes. Inhaled deeply, summoning courage. “You can dictate how this goes between us. But if we do this, I can’t—there’s no-one else. Just you and me.”

The subsequent pause was one of the worst of Cassian’s life. It was barely a breath. The blink of an eye. But it felt as if it was malleable and elastic, drawn out by the hands of fate as everything suspended in time.

He didn’t want to open his eyes, but in the end he managed it. Caught Nesta’s eyelashes flutter downwards, casting shadows on her skin. Her fists tightened in the fabric of his tunic, anchoring him to the moment.

She swallowed. Shook her head. Agreed with a conviction he had not been expecting, “No-one else.”

The relief that swooped through Cassian was so fierce it was painful. But he still didn’t dare to believe it.

He caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger so Nesta could not look away. So he could look into the deep waters of her irises and know she was telling him the truth.

But her gaze was steady and unwavering, as he demanded, “Say it again.”

His voice cracked but Nesta didn’t appear to notice. Her grip on him tightened. “No-one else,” she repeated on an outward breath.

A low, ravaged moan sounded from Cassian’s throat. “Diyosa,” he murmured, slipping into Illyrian. Goddess.

“Bruha,” Nesta corrected. She fumbled over the pronunciation but Cassian felt as if he had been an ember that had burst into flame. Witch.

He let out a rough bark of laughter. Then he swore in a long, drawn out moan. “No Illyrian,” he ordered roughly. Pressed his mouth firmly against hers, the kiss searing. “Otherwise this will be over far too quickly.” Another kiss. “And I want to take my time.”

The smile Nesta painted against Cassian’s lips was feline. “You’ve made a lot of promises, General. I hope you don’t disappoint.”

Cassian snarled. Spun her body until her back was cradled against his chest. “I have, haven’t I?” he mused lightly, even though the hammering of his heart must have beat a betraying rhythm against her shoulder blade.

In the mirror, Nesta’s expression grew less poised and controlled. Delight mixed with anticipation clung to her features at this game they played; this tussle for control. She did not try to wrangle free from his hold or shift uncomfortably in his arms at having her back enclosed against his.

It thrilled him—that trust. Enough so that when he met her eyes in the mirror, Cassian found that his irises had been swallowed by his pupils until they were only a ring of chocolate gold.

Slowly, Cassian brushed Nesta’s hair over to one shoulder with his left hand. Traced his fingers down the arc of her neck to her collarbone. Continued a path down the centre of her chest, to the pyrite which glittered between her breasts.

When his fingers met the first button of his shirt, Cassian toyed with it. Purposefully grazed his nose against the shell of her ear. “Shall I start here?” he murmured. “Undress you in front of the mirror whilst you watch?”

Nesta suppressed a shudder, but Cassian caught it. Could swear he felt her blood boiling beneath her skin as he slipped the button free of its hole. Then another. And another. Until there were no more buttons and the material hung free.

Leaning back into his body, Nesta rested her head against his chest. Curved her back slightly so her chest thrust upwards, silently instructing him where she wanted his hands.

And Cassian couldn’t deny her. He turned his palm so it was face up and curled into a loose fist. Brushed his knuckles down her sternum all the way to her bared naval, before bringing it back up. His fingers ran up the side of the material free of buttons, until he was at her collarbone—her shoulder—leaving a litter of goosebumps in his wake.

This time, Cassian snickered when she shivered. Dropped a slow and deliberate kiss to her bare shoulder as he slowly, slowly inched the material down, down, down over her arm. Repeated the motion on the other, until the shirt pooled onto the floor, exposing her bare body to the mirror: endless creamy skin, divine curves, the luscious full weight of her bare breasts, and… lower.

Nesta’s eyes, which had been tracking the fabric as it fell away, snapped to his as a feral growl ripped from him. And she moaned at the expression on his face. Grabbed at his hands, pulling them to her body.

“Touch me,” Nesta hissed, but it came out strangled. Almost pleading. Another crack in her armour as it broke and fell away.

The sight was enough to threaten Cassian to his knees. He guided her body backwards, his hands splaying firmly across her stomach despite her whine, until his legs hit the edge of the mattress

Neither of them broke eye contact in the mirror. Not when Cassian coaxed Nesta down to sit on the bed with him. Not when he pulled her between his legs, her back firmly against his chest. Not when he bowed his head to kiss the slope between her neck and shoulder.

When Cassian finally brushed a thumb over her nipple, Nesta back bowed so fiercely Cassian was thankful he had an arm strapped across her stomach.

The small noise she loosed fuelled his fire and Cassian held on to her. Stroked over that peaked nipple again as Nesta careened into his touch. Followed it with a firmer roll with his thumb and forefinger. Used the fingertips of his other hand to draw slow, tantalising circles across the silken skin of her lower stomach, before he moved southwards…

The air around them hushed when Cassian’s fingers stilled. Anticipation built and only when it vibrated with tension did Cassian slide his hands to cradle Nesta’s hips.

A snarl of frustration, but Cassian paid the sound no heed. Only grazed his thumbs over Nesta’s hipbones. Watched her expression in the mirror—the way her face contorted as she squirmed into his touch as if she was a puppet on strings. Ground back onto him, pressing into that building ache that was bordering on painful.

Fuck, Nesta.

Cassian wasn’t sure if he had spoken out loud or in his head, all he knew was the blessed, fleeting relief he felt as he bucked into the small of Nesta’s back on instinct. He was rock hard and thirsting to be touched, but the thickening scent of Nesta’s arousal pulled his focus.

A groan rumbled from Cassian’s throat as Nesta’s hand darted between her legs. He caught her wrist just in the nick of time. Kissed the heart of her palm. Rumbled into her ear, “Not yet, sweetheart.”

His voice was coarse enough that Nesta shivered, the goosebumps travelling down her skin like a cresting wave. She didn’t struggle against him, nor did she move to disobey him as he dropped her wrist. Instead, she waited, trembling and shaking at every pass of his thumbs over her skin.

Cassian buried his nose behind the shell of her ear. Breathed Nesta in, steadying the drum of his pulse.

Not once did he take his eyes off of hers in the mirror, especially as he murmured, “Shall we find out if you’re wet for me?”

Nesta squeezed her eyes tightly shut, as if the movement would steady her. Swallowed hard. It was so unlike her to take stock, to show any signs that she was rattled, that Cassian softened. He nuzzled at her neck, trailed a line of kisses instilled with promises. A hand flew up to tangle in Cassian’s hair, keeping him there.

“Yes.”

The word stuttered out of Nesta on several staccatos, but she forced her eyes open and met his gaze in the mirror. Watched as he pulled her tighter against him and hooked her legs over his thighs so she was spread wide. Slipped his hand across and down…

The first ghost of a touch had Nesta panting through her nose. The second had her gritting her teeth. The third had her moaning, her back bowing so sharply as he skimmed straight over the place she wanted him the most.

Her head hit the centre of his chest with a resounding thud that had his bones creaking, but she did not look away from him. Seemed to know the game they were playing without him having to express it.

When Cassian brought his fingers lower and discovered just how wet Nesta was, he had to force his wings in tight to his back to hide his surprise. Growled, “You’re soaked.”

Pleasure and embarrassment twisted in Cassian’s stomach, and Cassian wanted to tell her that it was not something to be ashamed of, that he wanted her just as much as she clearly wanted his fingers between her legs.

Her eyes glinted steel, her stare commanding. “Make me come—“ she ordered, but Cassian chose that moment to roll his finger over that spot at the apex of her thighs.

The command bottomed out of Nesta as she inhaled sharply. Satisfaction bloomed inside of Cassian; because he may have done this countless times before but barely enough with her. And nothing seemed to matter apart from him seeking out her satisfaction. Of learning about what made her body freeze with pleasure and what made her come undone. “There?” he murmured into her ear, repeating the movement, before he passed his fingers down further. Until they were at her entrance, playing gently before he drew upwards and circled.

This time, Nesta groaned. Her hips jerked sharply beneath him, tilting, guiding him to just the right place.

Picking up on the cue, Cassian increased the tempo and friction until Nesta’s hips were rolling in a punishing rhythm against the hard length of him.

And Cassian snarled in satisfaction, his fingers tightening around her hip in a plea for her to keep moving—to not stop pushing back on him—because it was blissfully good. The rapid tightening in his groin was almost painful, the cord so tight that Cassian thought it might snap. But he couldn’t stop Nesta, not when she looked so bewitching, the arousal so stark on her face as he stroked and circled and pressed.

Burning pleasure clambered to its peak and Nesta’s eyes grew so heavy they fluttered closed. Something unintelligible left her lips, her head tipping back into the heart of his chest.

When Nesta’s arms wound around his neck, her knuckles accidentally grazing the leather of his wings, Cassian part-snarled, part-roared. Swore. Held her even tighter as his wings snapped out high and mighty behind him. They wrapped around Nesta’s body before Cassian’s pleasure-fogged mind could stop them curling towards her, starved for her touch.

Fuck, he was unhinged. So desperate for relief—in the scent and feel of his mate—that his control was barely there. Enough so that he didn’t react when Nesta reached out her hand—

Sense knocked Cassian for six only when Nesta’s fingers were millimetres from touching the membrane. He drew back his wings so fast the air around them stormed, but he swooped in before surprise could register on Nesta’s face. Dipped his chin and coaxed her head even further back so he could claim her mouth.

The taste of her lips was as vital as breathing, the scrape of her nails on his scalp grounding. He moaned into her mouth at the same time as she whimpered. His hand was still moving between her legs, interchanging the same three patterns over and over again, mixing things up as soon as Nesta’s moans grew too untamed: he wanted to draw out her pleasure, not sate it with a few choice strokes.

Pulling away, Cassian pressed a kiss to her forehead. Coaxed her to dip her chin until she was looking back at their reflection in the mirror: ebony and golden brown, tan and cream.

Nesta’s irises were wisps of silver, but when he traversed past that bundle of nerves so he could slip two fingers inside of her, they flickered into living flame.

That was indication enough that she liked what he was doing. Cassian had quickly learnt that Nesta became completely readable between the sheets, that mask slowly crumbling away until she broke completely.

Curving his fingers as much as he could, Cassian pressed upwards hard—again and again— revelling in the strangled sounds Nesta made. The way she writhed but tried her best to hold his gaze.

Cassian dropped a lingering kiss to the crown of Nesta’s head. Murmured into her hair, “Is that good, sweetheart?”

The only response Cassian received was a long moan which extended into a whine as he withdrew his fingers. Then a sharp cry as he swept them upwards, swirling them in a well-practiced motion that had Nesta’s lower half seizing in pleasure.

Cassian circled again. Again. Firmer. Faster. Nesta’s cries grew louder, her breathing became more laboured. A silver wreathed hand flew to his forearm—not to stop him, but to keep him there.

Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.

The bond between them creaked and cracked as it expanded.

Nesta panted his name.

“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?” Cassian scratched out.

In vain, Nesta attempted to burrow her head into his shoulder, but Cassian’s voice dropped out of soft and into the role of general within the fraction of a heartbeat. “Eyes on the mirror, Nesta, or I’ll stop.”

It seemed to take all of Nesta’s energy to fight her leaded eyelids and meet his dark eyes in their reflection. When she did, Cassian’s magic roared and pounded beneath his skin, as if it was trying to break free and join Nesta’s. There was a pressure and power fuelling the sensation that was separate to him. It was like the magnetic force which rules the relentless ebb and flow of the tide—that desperate crash followed by a scrabbling, thundering retreat.

That twisted rope between them grew corporeal, tugging at their ribcages as if it was clambering to remind them both of its existence. Of the cost of this exchange.

Something deepened in both of their gazes, but if Nesta had felt what Cassian had, she gave no indication. She only arched her hips back into his, grinding backwards.

Cassian loosed a rough groan that skittered across the shell of her ear. Her gaze was purposeful but hooded, as if she was in a continual battle with the pleasure weighting her eyelids.

“Good girl,” he praised as Nesta’s eyelashes fluttered from the strain of maintaining eye contact. And then his fingers were everywhere at once and Nesta’s moans fell away to short gasps that rose in volume.

Nesta tightened her fingers around his neck, scrabbling for purchase, for some sort of tether as her pleasure launched high into the air. The hand that had been at her hip, steadying her, encouraging her to roll back on him moved to her breast; cupping and pinching and rolling as she stuttered pants and words that Cassian couldn’t make out.

When Cassian slid two fingers inside of her again and pressed down firmly on her clit with his palm, Nesta’s cry was wild.

“Look at me,” Cassian ordered as Nesta’s eyes flew shut. His voice was resonant—startling—even to him. It punched through the bubble that had encased them—their entwined scent—and Nesta’s eyes snapped open.

For a beat, time seemed to stand still around them. Their gaze fastened back into place and for a moment, Cassian could see a conflict of thoughts swirl in the magic of Nesta’s irises.

He froze just as anguish crashed down that bond, right into the heart of his chest.

It knocked the breath from him. Confusion rattled inside of his head but he came up empty of answers. Had he gone too far? Had he hurt her somehow?

“Sweetheart—“ he started, but stopped. Unsure of what to say because he could still smell how much she wanted this. Could feel how soaked she was. But perhaps that was what the mating bond did. Fooled reason with an overwhelming drive to pleasure and claim.

Cassian went to draw his hand away but Nesta’s hand whipped out, her fingers curling around his wrist. Desperation flooded her next words—the plea in them stark. “Don’t stop.”

As if to punctuate her point, she rolled her hips. His fingers slid over her of her own accord and she stumbled a moan. Light barrelled down the bond and Cassian’s blood spiked, thrilled as he felt the truth of her words, as she ground back into him again.

“Fuck that feels good,” Cassian grunted into her ear. His hips pushed into the small of her back, accentuating his point. It chased the delicious reprieve from the ache in his cock, even as he knew this moment wasn’t about him. As he pulled her back into the solid muscle of his chest, steadying her movements so he could pick up where he left off: so he could watch the pleasure whip away her conflicted expression until her eyes were once again blazing with the promise of flame.

Silver mist climbed from Nesta’s fingertips into the air. It crawled over the glowing ruby siphons across the backs of his hands, past the corded muscle of his forearm and the rolled up sleeves of his tunic, to his chest, his neck…

A sheen of metal shone in Cassian’s eyes, flickering across his irises so they appeared to turn a metallic gold. The lick of Nesta’s magic didn’t burn. It was a rush of heat—the tender caress of a lover’s kiss instilled into his skin over and over again, ascending Cassian to another realm of pleasure, as if he’d climbed a staircase to an entirely new place.

It felt like an extended method of foreplay Cassian had never been privy to before, lighting up every nerve ending until he was so hard he could cut stone.

Gritting his teeth through the pain-cloaked pleasure, Cassian focussed instead on Nesta’s bare skin.

The tempting fullness of her breasts. The way desire had completely rewritten her countenance. The way she whimpered and then cried out.

Cassian sped up his movements. Until his fingers were no longer teasing, but dancing over her with sure, quick movements designed to thrust her towards a crescendo.

Nesta’s magic swirled into flame, the heat of it a licking promise down Cassian’s limbs. He groaned, swore at the exquisite pain on her face as she hung at the precipice, ready to plummet into rapture.

Her climax became a tangible, living thing and Cassian wanted to see it play out for as long as he possible could. Wanted to see her break for him again and again and again.

So, he waited until she reached the summit and when she was there he slowed down his movements. Ordered through her whimpering, “Look at me Nesta.”

Metallic irises met his, and then Nesta was trembling and shaking in fits and bursts as her release ripped out of her like a taut cord cut loose. Cassian drew her orgasm out as best he could, suspending that pleasure until finally Nesta slumped against him, spineless.

She turned her head to bury it in his shoulder and Cassian let her. Stroked her hair. Pressed a kiss to her sweaty head. Murmured, “Good?”

Slowly, Nesta nodded, but for a long while, that was the only communication he received. But Cassian let her recover. Watched the way her ribcage moved as she heaved for breath. Relished the way her body was splayed out over him, her legs held wide open from where they were hooked over his thighs.

Unable to help himself, Cassian brushed over her sex. Delighted in the way Nesta shuddered rather than batted him away. Fresh desire reignited across her expression and Cassian played gently for a few minutes, revelling in the wetness that had gathered from her release.

Finally, Nesta lifted her head to meet his gaze again. “Did I burn you?”

“No,” Cassian replied hoarsely, his heart squeezing at the genuine fear in her words. He let out a rough laugh, passed his fingers lightly over the knot at the apex of her legs for the last time before he withdrew them.

Nesta moaned softly, even as her brow twisted into a small frown.

“It felt good,” Cassian elaborated. He kissed her shoulder at the same time that he pushed his hips into hers as if to demonstrate just how much he’d liked her magic. “I’m being strangled to death in these pants,” he confessed.

When Nesta cocked her head, her hair moved in a golden tangle. Then she smirked. Unravelled her limbs from him and turned.

Nesta slung her legs over his waist so she was straddling him just as Cassian’s hands caught in her hair. A booming sounded as his wings snapped out and fanned behind him, settling like falling fabric.

“We can’t have that,” Nesta remarked, her breath a whisper against his skin.

“No,” Cassian agreed roughly. “It’s your favourite part.”

Nesta snorted a laugh, but it was not derisive. “Egotistical bat,” she muttered.

A slow, smug smile was Cassian’s only reply. Because he was more focussed on her mouth. With the feel of her silken skin beneath his palms as he ran them up her legs and over her rounded ass. His touch was a promise as he tugged her into his body and ground up into her core, the seam of his trousers doing nothing to relieve the damning ache in his cock.

Together they gasped, and then, as always, they moved at the same time, their mouths slanting one another within a fraction of a second.

The heat of Nesta was liquid, the touch of her smoke—feverish and everywhere all at once. It was the same heat that had roared into existence when Cassian had pinned her against the wall earlier, yet… better somehow. Passionate and awake rather than fogged with lust. Life-giving.

A shuddered groan was pulled from Cassian’s chest as Nesta’s hands slid beneath his tunic and met his burning skin. And then the tunic was on the floor—the rest of his clothing was torn from him soon after. It all happened at such speed Cassian could barely keep up, but when Nesta reached for his bare, burning skin—the tattoos on his arms and the faint scar on his stomach—her fingers were gentle.

“Battle scar,” Cassian panted in explanation, as Nesta’s fingers lingered on the silvery tissue that wound over his lower abdomen: a permanent reminder of what had happened to him during the final battle with Hybern. “The trauma was too great for Madja to heal completely.”

“I remember,” Nesta replied shortly and she looked so fierce that Cassian reached for her. Cupped her cheek with his palm.

“Still breathing, Nes.”

Nesta nodded, but when she kissed him this time there was something fierce and desperate about it, her fingers burying deeper into the mane of his hair.

And then a hand was trailing down his skin and closing around his cock. The touch was sinful and a glimpse of the heavens. When he hissed into her mouth, Nesta gripped tighter—until pain laced the pleasure—just how he liked it.

His groan was that of rumbling thunder as she began to move her hand. It was everything Cassian needed, but it was too much, too good. He scrambled to hold on to some sense of control, because he’d never been this close to losing it from just a few touches.

Then Nesta stopped. Glanced downwards—

The realisation thumped through Cassian so loudly his heartbeat punched like a fist against his ribcage.

“Don’t you dare,” Cassian choked out.

Nesta’s eyes shot to his, but rather than looking startled she arched a challenging eyebrow.

“If you so much as try to put my cock in your mouth I’ll explode,” Cassian rasped.

Before she could protest, he was gathering her to him and had slipped a hand down between her legs.

Just the touch of his fingers had Cassian seizing back control. Nesta stilled at the sudden pleasure, as if she was trying to coax time into suspending the sensation.

“Still so wet,” Cassian purred against the tip of her ear.

Gliding his fingers over the centre of her, Cassian paused briefly at the apex of her legs, toying with her clit, before he ran them back down. When he drew his fingers back, rubbing them together and raising them to the faelight, they glittered.

Nesta’s nostrils flared as if she was an animal in heat. And Cassian knew before he spoke that his voice? would be what pushed them over the edge. But he said it anyway, his voice dropping impossibly low, “Is this all for me?”

Nesta launched at him until their mouths collided, until they were nothing but a clash of teeth and tongues, their skin so flush they may as well have been fused together.

Burying her fingers deeper into the tangled mane of his hair, Nesta tugged sharply. Met his gaze head on. Demanded, “Fuck me.”

All it took was those two words. Cassian moved, flipping them so Nesta’s back was flush against the mattress. He covered her body with his and Nesta whined at the contact, her body bending and arching towards him as if she were a plant and he was sunlight.

Cassian ran a hand up her bare thigh to her ass, coaxing her leg to bend, but Nesta was too impatient. She broke free from the weight of his body, repositioning herself until legs were wrapped tightly around his hips.

An uneven laugh choked out of him. “So stubborn,” Cassian chided darkly, but he allowed his hips to fall into the cradle of hers. Hissed as he loosed his control and thrust so his cock could glide through her centre. “Fuck,” he grunted. “Nesta, fuck.”

Nesta’s breathy whine fuelled the sparks of pleasure that crackled through him like static energy. He kissed her hard. “There’s a high probability I won’t survive this.”

The snort Nesta loosed tried to sound unaffected, but her voice shook as she accused him, “Liar.”

But he wasn’t lying. And Nesta knew it. She had to know it because his walls were now shattered around them in splintered shards.

Yet, Cassian found himself assuring her. “Not lying," he grunted as he passed over her again. Pressed a lingering kiss to her mouth—a parting goodbye as he moved to kiss the underside of her jaw, down the column of her throat. Down further, to flick his tongue and scrape his teeth over both nipples.

He moaned when she moaned; their sounds a chorus of want until he couldn’t take it anymore. Cassian’s claws clipped around the metal of the bed frame at the same time that he pushed off of the palms that were framing her face, until he was on his knees before her.

Despite the desire coursing through him, Cassian’s head was nothing but clear as he slid his hands under Nesta’s ass and lifted her effortlessly, positioning her so that the undersides of her thighs were flush against his knees.

Nesta’s hair was tousled over the pillow, her lips swollen and parted as she surveyed him. When she tried to wrap her legs back around his hips, Cassian held firm. And despite the fact that Nesta listened to nobody, she allowed him to bend her knees and press his calloused palms to the insides of her thighs in silent instruction.

They fell open and a growl rumbled in Cassian’s throat. His hand was fisting his cock, lining it up to her entrance before he knew what was happening. But then he remembered the pain from before. And even though Nesta was more than ready for him, the thought of hurting her made him feel physically sick.

When he moved away, Nesta let out a strangled noise. A hand shot out, closing around his wrist. “You said you’d fuck me.”

Cassian wanted to explain, but that meant alluding to that tie between them, that instinct that couldn’t allow him to see her hurt. Cassian knew Nesta wasn’t ready for that. Knew that if he so much as breathed a word about it that this precious moment would fall away.

And Cassian was selfish. He had to see how this played out. Had to know if Nesta could grow to accept the bond between them—deem him worthy enough to accept something that was Cauldron blessed.

So, he only drawled, “Patience is a virtue, sweetheart.”

One swift movement had Cassian gathering Nesta into his arms. This time, he allowed Nesta’s legs to wind around him. She gripped him like a vice and Cassian knew it wasn’t from fear of him dropping her. When he sat back against the headboard and guided her onto his lap, Cassian expected her to bite out a comment about doing all of the work, but Nesta only let out a pleased sound. Weaved a hand back into his ebony hair. Wrapped a tight fist around his length, twisting once at the tip, before she guided him to her entrance.

Cassian hissed a curse as she closed around the head. Murmured her name into her mouth. Gripped tightly at her hips when she didn’t stop sinking down on him, as he felt that pain mixed with the sweetest pleasure.

“Nesta.” The way he said her name was firm and commanding, but he still had to dig his fingers hard enough into her skin that he was sure it would leave temporary bruises. The thought made him falter, but then that sharp pain flared again as she resisted against him, and he knew that the bruises were a necessary evil. “Nesta,” he barked, “Go slowly.”

Something creaked and cracked between them. A stretching, growing pain reached its fingers down that bond, the sensation strong rather than constricted as it fought to make its way down their usually thin tie.

Nails dug into Cassian’s neck. A whimper sounded in his ears as Nesta fell forwards, burying her face into his neck. “Please,” she whined in frustration. “Cassian—”

She broke off as she clamped down around him and Cassian felt an ebb of pleasure cut through the pain—that promise of something more.

“Don’t make me hurt you, sweetheart,” Cassian pleaded and the rawness in his voice stopped her resisting against him. He eased a hand between them, touched her right where she wanted him. Allowed her to tug his face upwards so she could kiss him. It was infused with desperation and Cassian eased his hold on her hip. Allowed her to lower herself downwards until she had slid another inch deeper. Continued to stroke her until Nesta began to shake.

“I’m going to—,” Nesta gasped against his mouth. Her body trembled and Cassian’s blood roared at bringing her to the edge again so soon, despite the pain. “Cassian—”

Abruptly, Cassian moved his hand away.

Nesta’s snarl whipped around the room, but Cassian smoothed the sound away by fusing his mouth on hers. She stopped shaking but the sharp bite of Nesta’s glare pierced its teeth through his flesh in a flash of silver.

“It will be better if you wait,” Cassian gritted out in explanation when they parted. Nesta’s breath gusted against his skin. “And I don’t think I can hold on if you come so soon. You feel so good, Nesta. So tight.”

As if on cue, Nesta contracted around him and Cassian ground his teeth together so hard that the muscle in his jaw worked. But he let Nesta slide down on him another inch. Then another. And another. Until their hips were finally flush with one another and that pain had bled away until it was nothing.

The moaned words that fell from Nesta were indistinguishable, but he felt her tremor. Felt that surge inside of him as Nesta repeated herself with a whine that indicated she was toppling over the ledge of control, like a glass teetering before it fell.

And then she was moving and Cassian let her. He was unable to think or breathe. Could only focus on the feel of her.

“Fuck,” Cassian groaned. His head thunked back hard against the headboard as she ground her hips into his, testing the feel of him. “This is better than I’d dreamed.”

No soft snicker, only an untamed whine. Then teeth scraping a sinful path down his neck to his pulse.

Cassian’s hips kicked up hard as her teeth nipped.

“Sorry,” he gasped, because even though Nesta had told him not to hold back, he was still concerned about hurting her. But Nesta’s fingernails bit into his skin and her body moulded to him—a delicious second skin—as she inhaled sharply. “Again,” she demanded with a fierceness that did not allow disobedience. “Do that again—”

It didn’t take a second command for Cassian to thrust up hard. And true to her word, Nesta took him all. Did not change her mind and ask him to hold back. Instead, Cassian knew that this was exactly what she wanted—no, needed. She needed this punishing rhythm just as much as he did.

And it felt… incredible. Beyond anything Cassian had ever felt before. The blood roaring in his ears intermingled with Nesta’s cries and the slap of his hips meeting hers, was the only thing he could hear, his senses narrowed down to the sensation of her wrapped around him, so tight …

It was too good. It threatened to break him, to take everything that he was and reform it entirely, as if he was going to shatter and be pieced back together as someone else entirely. The air around them became taut with pressure, tanning leather stretched too tight over a rack, as if their joining controlled one of the essential elements.

“Cassian.” That one word threatened to break him. Not bat or it or you, only his name falling from her lips as if it was their secret. “More.”

Exhaling a curse, Cassian planted his feet firmly on the mattress and thrust up with as much vigour as he could muster. The movement had them slipping from their upright position and Cassian’s claws absent-mindedly closed around the metal bed frame, strapping them in for the ride as his body coiled and tensed as he slammed into her over and over.

Nesta cried out. Grabbed fistfuls of his hair as they moved together as if they had been made for this moment, their wild gasps melded together until they were one.

Only when release teetered too close to the edge did Cassian drop the rhythm. Cupped the breasts he had dreamed of more times than he could count. The breasts he’d had the privilege of seeing bare and glorious only twice before.

Capturing a nipple between his teeth, Cassian scraped his teeth hard enough that Nesta stopped rocking and angled her hips until he was pressing impossibly deep inside her. She whimpered. Clenched and unclenched. Throbbed in a way that told him she was as close as he was—that if he wasn’t so close himself, he could drive her over the edge with a few well-timed thrusts.

The understanding had him letting out a jagged groan. “Are you close, sweetheart?”

A whine in response, but Cassian didn’t let it go. He raked back the hair from her sweaty forehead. Pressed his lips to her swollen ones in a lingering kiss. Watched the frown that knitted her brow as she was overtaken by the feel of them.

“What do you need, Nesta. Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

Nesta wound her hands around his head, buried her face into his neck. Began swaying and circling her hips in a rhythm that was dictated purely by the chase of pleasure. “Just… this,” she panted. “I just need this.”

Then it was only the licking fire of her breath against his skin. The magic that curled around them like a heated blanket and the building anticipation of both of their releases, which pulled at him like a strange sort of magnetism, begging him to fall with her in unison.

“Cassian—” Nesta began in warning, but he had already felt her begin to quake, as if the ground was moving beneath their feet—the mountains trembling.

That pull became a driving force—a cresting wave of pleasure so profound that Cassian felt that twist inside of him—that signal that he was about to join her.

He groaned, jerking his head back so it collided with wood, the pain grounding him enough that he could say, “That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me.”

As soon as the words left his lips, Nesta broke, as if she’d been waiting for him to ask it of her. Her cry was muffled and Cassian wanted to tear her mouth from his neck—to hear her break for him—but then she was sinking her teeth into his skin right over his pulse.

Roaring, Cassian kicked his hips up hard on instinct as she marked him, but the shock distracted him. Clouded the desperate clamber of his release so he could hold himself back.

Cassian held tightly onto Nesta as she slumped against him. When she lifted her teeth from him, Nesta whined like an animal. Dragged her tongue over the dent she’d made in his neck—once, twice, three times.

He shuddered. Couldn’t help it. Turned his face into her hair. Breathed her in. The gesture was tender, like an animal tending to the wound of a significant other—its mate.

And wrapped in this moment, Cassian could almost believe that this was something more than sex for Nesta as her forehead came to rest on his collarbone. As she kissed the hollow of his throat. Then the knot. His lips.

“Good?” Cassian asked softly. He lifted a hand to her face, ran a calloused thumb over her cheekbone.

Nesta made a rare, content sound that vibrated through him like a balm. She leant into his hand, her eyelashes swooping down.

When she finally pulled back to survey him, her eyes were still dark. She shifted her hips. Moaned quietly. Rasped, “You’re still hard.”

It was a miracle Cassian hadn’t followed. If it hadn’t been for her teeth in his neck, Cassian would have been wrestling with the embarrassment of finishing too soon.

“I was too preoccupied with your teeth in my neck.”

A flush crept its way up Nesta’s face, like vines reaching their wicked encroaching fingers up a wall. But she raised her chin. “You wanted me to do it.”

It was true, he had wanted her to. And he wanted to do the same to her—to mark her as his so everyone would know that she was off limits for the brief hours before her body healed.

“And what about you?”

The patter of Nesta’s heart broke into a sprint. It was the only thing that betrayed her feelings, her expression devoid of any reaction. “What do you mean?”

Cassian leant forward until their noses brushed. Lifted his eyebrows. “Do you want me to bite you, Nesta?”

Nesta’s nostrils flared. If she had wings, they’d have flung wide by now. Would have collided with furniture and cut through air.

That was answer enough.

In one movement, Cassian lifted himself up and over, until Nesta was on her back and he was pressing her body into the mattress. Breath gushed out of her lungs but it was not from fear, not as Nesta turned herself out bare and tilted her chin for him—for once not in defiance but as an act of vulnerability—of complete and utter trust.

Every instinct in Cassian clambered to the surface, but he closed a fist around it until its life fluttered against the cage of his palms and fingers: his to control, rather than the other way around.

Slowly, Cassian lowered his nose to the exposed skin and breathed her in: her scent and the life that pummelled beneath her skin, the roaring of her blood as it crashed through her veins. It took everything in him not to move inside of her, to thrust up hard and feel the way her breasts would move against his chest.

“I could do it right here,” Cassian murmured, his mouth ghosting over the pale column of her neck until he came across that pulse. He brushed a tongue across it.

The movement was a mirror of what he’d done before in the human realm and Nesta knew it. But this time she did not jerk back from him demanding what he’d done. Instead, her body drew up beneath him, exposing more of her neck, begging for more.

Cassian groaned, raking his teeth over that swell at the same time that he pushed in deep. Nesta’s groan was guttural and everything. His blood turned molten, so hot that he expected his skin to melt away until he was nothing but bones.

“Please,” Nesta panted, her fingers tightening around his back.

Another flick of his tongue over her pulse. “Do you want me to bite you or fuck you?”

“Both.”

That was enough to loosen the fist on Cassian’s control. He sat back on his knees, prying her hands from his neck, coaxing her fingers until they were above her head and clasped around the railings of the headboard. Nesta’s breasts rose with the movement, her peaked nipples so tempting he bent to take one into his mouth. Then the other. Suckled until she mewled and her nipples were no longer rosy but red from his attention.

Cassian lifted his head and surveyed Nesta. Warned her, “Hold on tight.”

And then there was no thinking, no worrying or desperation to hold back. It all came as easy as breathing, their tempo,the snap of his hips and the shift of the mattress as her body shouldered the impact. At some point, Cassian’s body fell over hers, needing to feel every inch of her against him. His wild, punishing rhythm dropped into a rough rocking that was intimate at the same time it was claiming.

Nesta didn’t seem to mind—let out a pleased moan of consent, her legs clamping tighter around his hips until they were flush with hers. When he next moved she whined, and Cassian felt that change inside of her—somehow—that twisting fist of pleasure that glimmered down the bond, pushing against the walls of that thread, pushing it wider and wider, like a heart expanding.

Silver-wreathed fingers tugged his head down until Nesta could claim his mouth, fusing them together so they were complete. Cassian shuddered as her fire cascaded from her fingertips and down his body. His magic, attracted to hers, began to suck out of his pores, but it didn’t leech him of power. Instead, it was like his magic was searching for its mate, desperate to be reunited.

Then that sensation again, as if Cassian had ducked beneath something and had come up for air somewhere else.

Ruby greeted silver like a long-lost lover, blending until their magic was a metallic sheen of scarlet—a fog that misted their bodies, rubbing tantalisingly against their skin as they rocked and moaned their way to release.

“Don’t stop,” Nesta begged desperately through stuttered breaths, and Cassian wondered how many times she’d reached this pinnacle with other males only for it to be taken from her.

Cassian’s hand found its way to her face, his thumb stroking over her cheek as that coiled release twisted across her devastatingly beautiful face. “Can’t,” he panted honestly, his other hand searching for hers across the mattress until he was clasping it—holding on for dear life. “I’m so close, sweetheart. You have no idea how good you feel.”

“Come with me then,” Nesta pleaded. Her eyelashes had fluttered downwards as she took in a sharp breath of pleasure, but now they opened. Stared deep into his soul. “Come with me—”

Then her body turned both loose and taut, clamping yet completely molten as her release ripped out of her.

“Fuck,” Cassian swore. Invisible hands clasped around his ass, tugging him deeper—deeper. Everything in him tightened as Nesta crashed around him, and that siren called to him, singing her name, over and over as pleasure clawed at him, desperate to whip out of him.

Nesta, Nesta, Nesta.

Cassian launched at her neck, his teeth sinking deep enough to claim as Nesta cried out, her body trembling as he continued to thrust into her, wringing out her release at the same time he desperately clambered towards his own.

He managed to pull out just in time, his teeth still deep in her neck, his release spilling hot onto her stomach in bursts of pleasure.

And even though Cassian had vowed to bite her and Nesta had already marked him, he found himself apologising at the red, angry dents in her skin. How was it that he couldn’t bare to hurt her but biting her neck was a completely different story?

“Sorry,” Cassian rasped. His mouth was as dry as a desert as he gingerly touched his fingers to the marks, but Nesta’s fingers clasped around his, halting him. Then she raised her other hand and brushed her knuckles over the identical marking on his. Reminding him that she’d done the same—had been the first to do it.

“I liked it,” Nesta admitted brazenly, but she didn’t stop him from dragging his tongue over the marks. Shivered instead. Held his head to her.

“That was intense,” Cassian rasped eventually against her ear, after the quiet had settled over them like a blanket. He nuzzled at her neck again, unable to help it—just one more precious moment like this until he had to pull away.

When Cassian pulled back to meet Nesta’s eyes, he found that the blue bled back into her irises. “It was always going to be intense,” she replied frankly.

Then Nesta looked down at her body, as if she’d only just remembered how he’d marked her in a different way. “You didn’t have to do that—pull out. I can take a tonic.”

Cassian hadn’t wanted to pull out at all—and neither had that tie which bound them together—but that wasn’t the point. “I’d rather be cautious,” he explained—a little too shortly, because Nesta bristled.

“Neither of us have had a tonic in a while,” Cassian elaborated when Nesta’s expression hardened.

He tried not to think about how his body had been desperate to spill inside of her. For him to press as deep as he possibly could until he was spent.

Climbing off of the bed, Cassian disappeared down the hallway and into the bathroom. When he returned, he was holding a wet towel.

“A while?” Nesta queried, picking up their conversation, as he began to clean her up.

Cassian cocked an eyebrow, but he didn’t dare meet her eyes lest she read him. His shoulders turned rigid at the thought. “Have you been sneaking people in and out of the bungalow that I’m not aware of?” he asked.

They both knew that Cassian would tear any male she brought back to the bungalow to pieces, but neither of them voiced it.

“You go back to Velaris,” Nesta accused. “You visit the other camps.”

For a moment, Cassian stared at her. Did she believe that he’d been fucking other fae? She had taunted him in Velaris the other day, but Cassian had thought that it was just their extended, agonising tussle of foreplay.

Perhaps you should go in search of some female company tonight.

Cassian managed to huff a breath, but it wasn’t one of amusement. He knew that his expression was steely as he said, “I told you that I don’t sleep with Illyrians. And I haven’t been fucking around in Velaris.”

From the way Nesta’s expression darkened, Cassian wasn't sure she believed him.

She opened her mouth to throw back a retort, but Cassian wanted the discussion to end. If she knew he’d barely touched another female since he’d met her, she’d run the other way. It was too intense a confession for someone who didn’t know what they wanted.

“It was self-inflicted,” Cassian supplied, his tone flinty enough to warn her that he wasn’t willing to discuss the subject any further.

Climbing off of the bed to further his point, Cassian extended a hand towards her. Banished any of the rigidity to his posture. “Come stand in the tub with me.”

There was a sinful promise behind the order. Already Cassian could envisage how he’d press Nesta against the tiles, his lips trailing open mouthed kisses as he kneeled before her—

Nesta must have thought similarly, because the pleasure that sparked in his stomach was not his own. But still she studied him, her head cocked as if she was trying to figure him out. Her hair was a muss of golden brown, her skin glistening with sweat that Cassian wanted to lick off.

Nesta parted her lips, taking stock, but Cassian didn’t allow her to speak. “I’ll make it worth your while,” he vowed. Meant it. Because already he was turning hard again, that desire to have her roaring.

He’d known this would happen. Knew that finally being inside of her wouldn’t sate him but stoke the embers into flames. But Cassian didn’t hide it—utterly unashamed of this need for her. From the way Nesta’s nostrils billowed, he knew she'd marked the change in his scent.

Nesta’s eyes flicked to his cock and the she-devil smirked, her lips curving in a way that had Cassian thinking about how they might wrap around him—how her tongue might feel, how warm she’d be…

In one supple movement, Nesta stood. Took his hand, her slim fingers threading around his large ones. Raised her chin and levelled him with a smoky blue gaze that promised wicked, wonderful things. “Then lead the way, general.”

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mypimpademia · 3 years

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Okay, Okay, hear me out! But fluff headcannons of Mirio, Shinsou, Kirishima, and Bakugo with a crush that has plump lips. She doesn’t even need to pout or pucker them because that’s how full they are. So Mina or the class is playing Seven minutes in Heaven and the boys are paired with their crush 👉🏾👈🏾

Mirio x f!reader, Shinso x f!reader, Kirishima x f!reader, Bakugo x f!reader

TW: Swearing

Note: this is so cute🥺, and im sorry this took forever, but I hope you like these💖

For Mirio, you guys are at a party, and for Shinso

Thank you to @imabitobsessedlove @angiebug101 (Kirishimas part) and @kunikida-kun (Shinsos part) for helping me w some ideas on this!

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MIRIO.

He honestly never hid that he had a crush on you, so you probably already know he liked you

So he's excited when the bottle spins to you, and then him

He smiles at you and helps you up off the ground from the spot in your circle

Nejire holds open the closet door for the two of you, and winks at Mirio as you walk in

"Seven minutes on the clock!"

Your lips are honestly his favorite physical feature on you

Not a day goes by where he doesn't stare at them and wonder how soft they'd be, how it'd feel to kiss them, how it'd feel if you kissed him on the cheek, just all that

Despite how bad he wants that though, he just holds a normal conversion with you

He just asks you randomly to at least get a kiss on the cheek

"Heya, times almost up. Can at least get a kiss on the cheek from my favorite angel before our time in heaven runs out?"

You were honestly kinda shocked, but not entirely because no one doesn't just not notice someone else's eyes flickering down to their lips through a conversation

So you gave him a kiss on the cheek, but not before having to recover from the sudden heat that flooded to your face

Mirio gave you a lil kiss back before Nejire flung open the door and said your time was up

He invited you to come to another party with him next weekend

Why?

Because next time you play seven minutes in heaven, hes kissing you for real and asking you out

SHINSO.

His heart lowkey skips a beat when Mina picks you as the one to go in with him

But his exterior is as cool toned as always

As you both step into the closet, he gives you a small smirk, one filled with confidence

But it all flushed away as soon as the door clicked shut

"7 minutes starts now!" Mina cheered

This was nowhere near your first time being alone together, but for some reason, this time was so damn nerve-wracking

You noticed Hitoshi clearly feeling some kind of anxiousness, so you started up a small conversation

Not about anything in particular, but just something to pass the time

Hitoshi was internally cursing himself for being anxious all of the sudden, and in front of you, his crush, of all people

His eyes darted around, looking at everything but your own eyes

The wall, dusty trinkets on a high shelf, some boxes, his shoes, your shoes

Till they finally landed on your lips

He suddenly wanted to kiss you more than ever, and got a sliver of confidence back in the same moment

"40 seconds left!"

Hitoshi seized the moment, walking up to you, chest to chest but when he was just an inch from meeting lips with you he found himself flustered all over again

You laughed under your breath and rolled your eyes

You sealed the two of you together, and pulled back and Mina opened the door just a second after

"Times up!"

Hes really hoping that next time he wouldn't chicken out

KIRISHIMA.

His heart skipped a beat and his breath stopped when Mina pointed at him

He had to pinch himself a little to stop a bright red blush from going to his face too

"Seven minutes!"

Eijiros eyes often found themselves on your lips, before darting away, looking into space, anywhere but there

It'd be so much more obvious that he was doing so I a setting where you two were completely alone, and he thanked God that the closet didn't have much light in it

But you knew either way, there was no way you couldn't miss it with the way he did it constantly

Despite being a nervous wreck internally, Eijiro managed to hold a decent conversation

Just about normal stuff, like who you knew at the party outside of 1-A and some of 1-B, and dumb stuff some people at the party did

At some point in the conversation, you started applying lip gloss/chapstick

And thats when Eiji malfunctioned

He started stuttering and tripping over his words, till they eventually trailed off into silence paired with a blush more red than his hair

He stuck out like a sore thumb with how red he was, even in the dark

At that point you sighed and mentally said "fuck it"

You grabbed Eijiros chubby🥰 cheeks, and kissed him

He froze up for a moment, before eagerly kissing you back

"Alright you two–"

You pulled back hearing Minas voice outside the door

"Times up!"

The door swung open and Mina let you past, and Eijiro behind you as he mumbled aloud while locking his lips

"Mmm... Cherries..."

BAKUGO.

He acts like he doesn't give a shit but everyone knows he does

Hes fighting back a bright red hue, and ends up turning his face pink while doing so

His hands are sweating, and the room starts to smell like buring caramel

"7 minutes starts... NOW!"

It's silent for about 10 seconds till Bakugo says something

"Why the hell did I agree to play this shitty game..."

You laughed

You had a slight hunch that Katsuki had a crush on you

Mina swore on everything that he 100% did, but you weren't totally sure considering it's Katsuki of all people

"C'mon, being locked in a closet with me can't be that bad."

His eyes flicked to yours for a moment before he started blushing again

He was honestly avoiding looking at you so he didn't end up staring at your lips and have you think he was a creep or something

There's not a day that has gone by since he started liking you where he didn't think of how it'd feel to kiss you

Your lips just always looked so nice, he'd kill for them to even brush his

The 7 minutes passed by smoothly, mostly just Katsuki complaining and you laughing, and him stealing glances at you

You heard the others start to count down from 10 outside the door, and decided to do a little something before time was up

"Hey, Katsuki."

"Wha–"

You kissed him.

It was only on the cheek, but it was a kiss nonetheless

And you broke him ngl

He instantly froze, a blush as red as Kirishimas hair creeping up from his neck all the way to his ears

"Times up- Woah, you alright Bakugo??"

Mina snapped her bright pink fingers in front of Bakugos face, only for him to look down and stuff his hands deep into his pocket before he could drip sweat everywhere

Being in a closet with you definitely wasn't bad

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one-piece-aus · 2 years

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ROUND 4-

The Night is Young

Round 4's Voting Deadline:

Thursday, January 13th, @8pm (AST)

The Heart Clan

Law & Rosinante

Law and Rosinante had a treat for you but no matter how many times you asked what it was, they wouldn't spoil what the surprise was. However, when you were now cruising out of town and saw a sign set up for your favourite artist's concert, Law let the secret out of the bag.

"That's right [Y/n]-ya, Cora-san and I are taking you to their concert," Law told you as he pulled out three tickets from his pocket. "And not only that but-" Law let you take hold of the tickets so you could see they were V.I.P. exclusives.

"We got the best seats in the house and backstage passes," Rosinante finished for him glancing at you briefly as you turned the tickets over to see the "Backstage Pass" written on them before his eyes went back on the road. "We made sure to get nothing less than the best for you."

"Don't worry, these tickets were easy for us to get with the Heart clan's connections," Law assured you in case you were about to worry about the cost or ask how they got them. "Our connections can get anything you desire."

True to their word, the seats you had were the best in the house. You didn't have to worry about other fans getting your space and you had a variety of refreshments to choose from, from your favourite snacks and appetizers to your favourite drinks and beverages. You were free to dance, sing, and enjoy yourself with Law and Rosinante as you listen to the loud music played by your favourite artist. You made sure to take pictures and record videos with your camera so you could capture these moments forever.

The two mafia men could only smile while seeing you have fun, you made their hearts flutter and skip to the beat of the music playing. Your energy was contagious, spreading to their system and making them join you in on the fun. Though for a moment, Law disappeared but before you could ask Rosinante where the leader had gone, you the artist began making an announcement.

"This next song goes out to [L/n] [Y/n], the coolest person in the world!"

When the song started, you recognized it to be your favourite. Law came up from behind, nudging your shoulder with a knowing smirk on his face and giving you a wink.

The night seem to last forever but all too soon enough the performance came to an end, you almost had left but the mobsters reminded you that your tickets were backstage passes. You were able to meet your favourite artist, take a few pictures with them, courtesy of Rosinante taking the pictures for you making sure to make it fun and entertaining while taking them. The artist signed a few pieces of merchandise you wanted. You were ecstatic but to top it all off, the artist offered to make personal songs for you if you're part of the Hearts clan.

You looked back to Law and Rosinante who were there wearing hopeful smiles.

"What do you say [Y/n]{-ya}?"

The Kid Clan

Kid & Killer

Kid and Killer lead you through their streets, Kid smirking full of pride and Killer having a relaxed demeanour. The mobsters were taking you out to have a night of fun, but their lips were sealed when you asked where the three of you were heading. Killer explained to you that Kid wanted to keep it as a surprise for you. Turning the last corner, you saw it in bright neon lights, an arcade.

"Don't worry about other people being here," Kid reassured you as both of you walked through the front door Killer held open. "I booked the place all to ourselves for the night so you can play any game you want."

You took in the view of the large arcade, eyeing up all the games you could see from the front when your gaze landed on the prize area. There were all sorts of prizes, from little trinkets in glass cases to giant plushies on the shelves. Each item had been priced with the number of tickets you needed to buy them.

"Prizes are free too because I'll be winning enough tickets for everything you'd like." Kid smirked. "Unless you'd like a challenge."

So began the night of gaming, starting from Donkey Kong to Street Fighter. There was Pac-man, DDR, Air Hockey, FPS games, racing games, the list didn't end. Kid showed off, setting new high scores whenever you were there looking over his shoulder and ready to compete with you. Killer gave you new tips and tricks to try when he watched you play, helping you where he could.

Oh, and the mountain pile of tickets the three of you had at the end, you were able to get all the prizes you wanted. Of course, Kid and Killer helped carry your prizes, you didn't have to worry about lifting anything.

"You know [Y/n], we can go back to the arcade anytime you want," Killer told you while you were on the way back. "It doesn't have to be the one time."

"Yeah, I own the building so they'll let us in any time of day," Kid informed you. "And if you're part of the gang you can book it to have the whole place to yourself whenever you want, we'll get any game off the market if you want to be in the arcade."

"So how 'bout it, [Y/n]?"

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charmed [5]: ‘cycle’ (remus lupin x reader)

SMUT. professor! remus x professor!y/n. can be read as a one-shot, or as part 5 of the charmed series :) pls go show part 4 some love, and the rest of the chapters if u liked this! <3

brief summary: full moon approaching= horny as fuck remus. he can’t keep his eyes/hands off y/n, and after a whole day of being needy between classes, they ... ;) dom!remus, oral fem!receiving, fingering, size kink, ye

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a/n: i got rejected from my top choice university program today so if im gonna be unhappy, might as well make u guys happy and release parts 5 and 7

series summary: set in the prisoner of azkaban, including its major plot points. remus and y/n get hired by dumbledore last minute to teach at hogwarts, defense against the dark arts and charms respectively. not wanting the students to know they are married, they navigate the challenging year through hidden glances, hand holds underneath the table and loving moments in their offices. even with all their efforts to conceal their relationship, their chemistry does not go unnoticed by the student population of hogwarts, who grow fond of the pair as they offer them some of the best classes they’ve had in a while. their relationship as newlyweds is strengthened as teaching the next generation of wizards unlocks a sea of memories of their love story. for the second time in his life, remus holds hogwarts responsible for some of his happiest memories. he’s given the chance to create them with the love of his life, y/n, who has taught and continues to teach him that every part of him is lovable, remaining forever under her charm.

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Remus’ life was lived in cycles, various phases of the moon commandeering partially how he felt.

His sex drive was always pretty high; how could he not feel desire- when he had Y/N around him in his life. They had a great sex life, and Remus was definitely one to get ‘love boners’, where he would see Y/N do something not remotely suggestive but would get the desire to fuck out of sheer adoration..

When the full moon came close, however… it was on a whole other level. His body carried tension and almost an incurable itch on the days preceding his transformation. His senses flared like a wolf’s, like hearing, touch and vision. It was his sense of smell, however, that enhanced the most. For about 2-5 days leading to the full moon, his smell became much sharper. If Y/N had recently showered, her fresh scent would overwhelm his nostrils, or if she got sweaty too. The second she got aroused, Remus would be able to pick it up, and the urge to bury his face in between her legs would wash over him.

So, he 300% got way hornier during this period of time. Paired up with his senses on overdrive, all he could think about during those few days was sex with Y/N, the tiniest things she did would get him instantly hard. He’d be turned on all the time.

As the month of September came to a close, both Y/N could definitely sense her husband’s even-higher-than-normal yearning. Remus’ persona in public never revealed how much of a beast he could be in the bedroom, always calm, respectful, prudent. He treated Y/N with the upmost care, and once they got to Hogwarts, with the upmost professionalism. That quickly faltered in the last couple of days.

The second students were out of her last class, he had her pushed up against the wall, the door of the classroom safely locked. Y/N even had to cancel one Charms practice session, because Remus wasn’t able to keep his hands off her: pulling her close to him and rubbing her back while he buried his nose in the perfume of her hair. When they graded or read together in the evenings, he would bend her over the desk, then take her again in the shower that night. Every morning, Y/N would wake up in the best way possible, feeling Remus’ tight hold behind her and his already hard cock rutting up against the flesh of her butt.

This morning, however, the couple wasn’t able to squeeze in a nice wake-up shag. They had overslept, and Y/N who started at 9am while Remus at 10, had to to get to class. She hurried off, getting dressed and down for a quick breakfast, leaving Remus waking up alone, humping the sheets slightly.

His frustrations lasted all day, and definitely were not aided when he saw that Y/N was wearing his favourite pair of pants of hers at lunchtime. While the way they looked at each other always somewhat hinted at their romance, Remus’ gaze was especially obvious, like he was mentally undressing her everywhere they went.

He was presently in between classes, sitting at a table in the staff room and trailing his wand over the lines of a student’s essay he was reading. He lifted his head when he heard the door creak open, and Y/N walked in happily, carrying a stack of papers in her hands. His thread was almost thrown back as he caught a whiff of her, just pure her, mixed with a hint of… arousal? She was wet, Remus thought lewdly.

Spotting Remus, Y/N gave him a big smile, then turned towards a little desk that had some of her stuff on it. Remus gave her a cheeky wink before his eyes followed her, unabashedly fixed on how those pants fit her so nicely. Y/N bent down to store the papers into her bag, and Remus quickly had to look away, forcing his gaze on the window before he would get hard.

“Hi, my love.” He smiled gently as she approached him, turning his chair and pulling her onto his lap.

“Rem!” Y/N whispered, jerking her head towards Professor Sprout.

She was the only other teacher there, but to Remus’ greatest delight, she seemed to have snoozed off in her armchair.

“She’s asleep.” Remus whispered back, hands running everywhere on Y/N’s body as she settled herself comfortably in his lap. “Besides, I missed you.”

“Aw, pumpkin-“ Y/N giggled, accepting Remus’ kiss as he pressed his lips on hers. “I, missed, you, too” She murmured in between kisses.

Remus’ hands were getting antsy, as one went to go squeeze Y/N’s breasts and the other caressed over her butt, smoothing over the thin fabric of her dress pants. The kiss deepened as they both began breathing heavier.

“Don’t,” Y/N breathed in, breaking apart from Remus’ soft face. “Don’t you have class in like-“ She glanced at the clock. “5 minutes?!”

Remus peered over her head and groaned, shaking his tousled head. “And you do too darling, right?”

“Yeah, it’s my last one of the day.” Y/N frowned.

Remus’ gaze softened, nuzzling Y/N’s nose with the tip of his own, in a cute little Eskimo kiss- type action.

“I really love these pants, you know, I’m wondering if you wore these on purpose” He grinned, the hand on her butt petting the material softly.

“Maybe, I did….” Y/N smiled back, their faces centimeters away from each other’s.

Remus, ears full of Y/N’s voice, nose full of Y/N’s natural homey scent, didn’t register the door opening again and they both turned with a jolt, when they heard Professor McGonagall clear her throat.

Y/N jumped out of Remus’ lap, Remus smoothing his hands that were all over her body, over his robes.

“Hi, Professor McGonagall- I was just- we were just getting ready for our next l-lesson.” Y/N stammered, face growing hot in embarrassment.

“Yes, class, here- I’ll walk you to your class, darling.” Remus said, bowing his head and following Y/N out of the staff room.

“Mhmm.” Professor McGonagall hummed, peering at the two through her thin rectangle glasses. She didn’t bother reminding them they could call her ‘Minerva’, but as they shuffled out the door, her thin lips curled up in amusement. “Oh, Pomona, I’m sure you are very lucky to be dead asleep right now.” She whispered, to the Herbology teacher whose eyes were sealed shut.

In the hallway, Y/N and Remus burst out laughing once they got a safe distance away.

“I am never going to emotionally recover from that.” Remus choked in between gasps for breath.

“Please, I’m never going to look her in the eye ever again.” Y/N howled, wiping a tear with her wrist. “I mean, at least we were just sitting… and not actually doing.. anything.”

They walked along a couple stairways, their body language having adjusted to the busy Castle.

“Thanks for walking me, you didn’t have to.” Y/N said, once they reached the Charms classroom. She stood back to the door, hands behind her on the doorknob.

Remus simply smiled courteously, eyes drifting down her. Then, quickly, he peered around them and into the classroom. Seeing it was empty, he reached behind Y/N, turned the doorknob and swirled her inside, pressing her up against the door.

“Oh, Rem-“ Y/N squeaked in surprise, but her voice faded into a soft moan as Remus kissed her, her arms going up to wrap around his neck.

“Sorry, my love, I just can’t get enough of you.” Remus chuckled when they finally pulled apart.

“Hmm.” Y/N licked her lips. Feeling Remus casing her in against the door like this, his big build towering over her, made her knees all weak. “Okay, you know the best part about these pants?” She inquired.

“Hmm? Tell me, sweetheart.” Remus mused, eyelids growing heavy as he stared into her face.

She rose on her tippy toes to meet the height of Remus’ ears, “The material is so thin-”

She spun around, facing the door and pressed her backside against Remus’ front, feeling him through his trousers.

Gasping as Remus’ large hands went up to squeeze both her breasts, further pushing her against the door as he pressed himself against her smaller body, she said, “-I have to wear a thong.”

Remus’ hands on her froze, his eyes growing dark. A low growl was ebbing up his throat but before he could respond, Y/N snaked out of his hold.

“Okay, bye honey- have a good class!” Y/N chirped, grinning widely as she opened the door to let a group of students in.

Remus composed himself in a fraction of a second, a hand raking through his hazel locks in attempt to comb them over.

“Hi, Professor Lupin!” Some students said, happy to see him, to which he answered with a polite and kind “Hello, hello!”, and “Hello, Dean!”.

Once Y/N’s class was over, she hurried up to her living quarters. After taking a hot shower, she climbed onto the bed, in nothing but a thong and one of Remus’ big sleeping shirts. She lied down comfortably, fingers toying with the collar as she waited for her husband. He had one other class after hers and should be finished soon.

Accurately enough, Remus’ figure appeared in the fireplace a few minutes later. His footsteps approached the bedroom and as he entered, his belt was already clinking as he was unfastening it with one hand.

“Oh, baby.” He hummed appreciatively as he took in the sight of Y/N, splayed across their bed, thighs balmy and exposed. “Is that my shirt?”

Y/N nodded, appreciating how Remus’ locks of hair had fallen on his forehead, as if he was constantly running his fingers through them- which he did, in attempt to concentrate when he was giving his last lessons of the day.

Gripping the hem, Y/N lifted the shirt off, exposing her naked chest. Remus made a guttural sound as he lunged forward, going to squeeze, lick and suck over her breasts. His hands wandered south, grazing the wet spot on the cotton stripe that covered Y/N’s mound.

“And whose pussy is this, hmm?” Remus snarled slightly, canines shining as his lips curled into an eager smirk.

Y/N licked her lips as she decided not to answer, her eyes had a glint to them when she stared back challengingly at her husband.

Remus raised an eyebrow, but kept an unfazed demeanour. He stepped back from the bed, taking a stand at the edge of it.

“Okay, baby girl, I see how you’re being. Turn around for me.”

Y/N looked up at him excitedly before slowly turning on the bed, onto her stomach.

Remus let out a small appreciative growl at the sight of Y/N’s ass covered only by a thin thong, right in front of him ready for him to ravage.

“Should’ve started with an easier question, kitten- who does this ass belong to?” Remus simpered.

He bent forward to squeeze both cheeks in his large hands, then went on to graze his teeth softly against the flesh of her ass. He could smell her arousal fully now, the scent of her wetness entering his nostrils and clouding his vision.

When Y/N merely arched her lower back to stick our her bum more prominently, wiggling it, Remus cursed. He roughly palmed the flesh before he lifted his hand and delivered a loud swat to it.

Y/N gripped the sheets in her hands as she yelped out of pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you, you wanted a good spanking from daddy, huh?” Remus hummed, rubbing over the spot soothingly.

“Yes.” Y/N breathed out shakily. “Please.”

Remus kneaded the flesh in his hands and reveled in the way it would bounce after he spanked it a few more times.

“Oh darling,” he cooed, bending down to leave a slow trail of kisses up Y/N’s back. “Your little bum looks so cute marked up in pink by my hands.”

The skin had pinked, and a considerable area too, considering how large Remus’ hands were.

“Remus, I’m- I’m so wet for you.” Y/N cried, lifting her lower body weight onto her knees so Remus could see her pussy in the air. Glistening and dripping in arousal.

The sight sent adrenaline down Remus’ groin, his cock now painfully hard and straining against his trousers. He could in a flash, shed his lower layers and pound into Y/N’s cunt as his urges wished him to, but he had to get a taste first.

“Really?” He said as he kneeled down on the side of the bed, now eye-level with Y/N’s core. He peeled back her thong, throwing it further on the bed.

“Yes, oh God, please.”

Remus peered over Y/N’s legs to see her face, scrunched up in anticipation. His hands trailed over the side of her thighs, sending visible shivers down her spine.

“Now, will you be a good girl and tell me… who this pretty ass and pussy belong to?” He said in a low purr, voice husky.

Y/N’s pussy clenched as she felt his face so close to where she needed him to be, his hands cementing themselves around her legs.

“Yours, Remmy, I’m all yours, now please-“ she begged, tears prickling at her eyes because of how much she ached for his touch.

Remus’ hands softly grazed down her back and pressed harshly once they got to the lower part where the curve of her ass began, and pulled her cunt straight into his face.

“Merlin, you smell so fucking sweet.” He swooned, inhaling deeply before quite literally diving into her cunt, his warm tongue stretching to lick against her clit.

Y/N’s eyes rolled back, her head pressing harder into the pillow. “Fuck…” She choked out. Her hips gyrated against Remus’ face, but his firm hold locked her in place as he devoured her.

They both moaned, Remus’ tongue running up her slit a couple times to lap up all the slickness and fully taste it. He gave her clit a quick kiss before sucking on it, taking it in between his lips.

“Fuck, r-right there.” Y/N breathed out, finally feeling an ounce of her desire fulfilled.

Remus licked sloppily at her clit, drawing wet circles with his tongue as his entire face was engulfed in her, her wetness dripping and coating his chin and nose. He sighed contently, closing his eyes as he ate her out, his own cock plumping at the feeling of her hips and legs trembling.

It was like meditation, the wolf inside him finally somewhat being appeased. He lapped at her cunt like it was the last thing he’d ever do, tongue running through the soft folds that were sopping and slick from the mix of her arousal and his spit.

“Oh, Rem, oh-“ Y/N moaned, face scrunched in pleasure. The coil in her abdomen wound tighter, she was getting closer and she pushed her hips back against Remus’ mouth. He groaned into her cunt, his hands squeezing her fleshy hips harder, desperately stuffing his face into her. He loved it.

He maintained his rhythm, focusing on suckling and flicking his tongue on her clit until she came with a cry, hips shaking out of his hold. He flattened his tongue to run it up her labia, and ended by planting a tender kiss on her sensitive clit before pulling away, slightly more sated than before.

“Delicious.” Remus panted, standing up and watching Y/N languidly turn over onto her back once again. He wiped his mouth and the tip of his nose clean with the back of his hand, Y/N watching with her face hot.

Y/N scooted to sit at the edge of the bed, ogling him. He towered over her as he stayed standing, looking down at her through heavy hungry eyelids, covered by his brown hair that was getting slightly messier.

“Wanna taste you.” Y/N smiled, reaching behind Remus’ kneecaps to bring him closer.

Remus chuckled darkly, his long arm needing to barely reach to stroke Y/N’s jaw.

“You look so cute from up here, dove, makes me want to play with you and see you cum, all over again.” He said, voice low.

Y/N bit her lip, not breaking eye contact with her husband.

“So gorgeous.” He groaned as Y/N took his thumb between her lips, suckling the pad of the finger. “You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking.. of what I want to do to you, how much I want to take that body of yours.”

“Then take me.” Y/N exhaled, mouth letting go of his thumb and smiling devilishly.

Remus’ eyes, if possible, turned darker in desire and he bent down, kissing Y/N passionately on the lips as his hands travelled down her naked torso.

“Hmm, you’re so small, kitten,” Remus hummed, eyes following his hand that went to cup in between her legs. “Look how small your little pussy is in my hand.”

His fingers curled to feel how wet it was, Y/N spreading her thighs apart for him to access easier. He used his middle and ring finger to lather up some of her slickness, then dragged them up to her clit and started soft circles on it. Y/N whimpered, legs closing from how sensitive her bud was from her previous orgasm.

“Now, now pet.” Remus tutted, pulling away.

He licked the tips of his fingers clean, then shrugged off his woolly cardigan, hanging it on the back of a nearby chair. The full moon approaching always got his body temperature hotter than usual, so he skipped wearing a cloak today, and was left in his white dress shirt and tie. He slowly rolled up his sleeves, exposing his forearms. Y/N couldn’t keep her eyes off his hands as he did so. Long, mature fingers with metal rings adorning the base of each.

“Keep your legs nice and spread f’me, alright, as I stuff you with my fingers.”

Bending forward again, he leaned one arm on the bed beside Y/N as his other hand found her clit again. The thick pads of his fingers played with her clit, rubbing the spot as Y/N bit her lip, body firing up for another orgasm.

“So cute, button.” He mused, nuzzling the top of Y/N’s head. “Look at that, your clit feels so little under my fingers, don’t you think? And your cunt, ah-“

He dipped a finger inside her, sliding right in and quickly added another one. Slowly petting the soft spongy walls of Y/N’s pussy, Y/N mewled, rutting her hips for more.

“So tight, so full just of my fingers. Tell me darling, do you like my fingers?”

“Mhhm.” Y/N nodded as Remus sped up. “Love your fingers, your hands, they’re so b-big.” She choked out, head hanging back as he fingered her.

“You like that? You fucking love how I can get you off with just m’fingers, yeah? Lord, this pussy’s so tight how will my cock even fit hmm?” Remus crooned, watching Y/N adoringly as he was knuckles deep inside her, his rings feeling cold upon her entrance.

Y/N opened her eyes, meeting Remus’ soft, scar-decorated face and turned her head to kiss him. Remus suckled on her spit-slicked lips, maintaining his fingers and bent his hand for the bone of his palm to press against her clit. Y/N gasped into the kiss, lips gaped apart as she whimpered into Remus’ mouth. Remus smiled, loving how flustered she was as she struggled to kiss him back, soaking in all her little cries and noises she made.

His fingers inside her were going so fast, relentlessly hitting her g-spot over and over that his hard palm was grinding against her clit incessantly. Faster than the first time, she came, squeezing onto his forearm.

Fingers riding out her high, they slowed and pulled out, drenched in her wetness. Y/N collapsed onto her back, chest heaving.

“Oh, baby you are so beautiful.” Remus simpered, climbing on the bed and leaning over her to kiss her everywhere; her shoulders, neck, cheeks. “You think you got another one in you, bunny? Think you can let Moony bury his cock inside you?”

“Yes, give it to me please.” Y/N grinned widely, licking her lips and pulled Remus down by his tie, locking lips with him once more. “Need you inside me.”

“Oh, puppy. I am going to ruin you.” Remus said, this time in such a low murmur that had he not been an inch close to Y/N’s face, her ears wouldn’t have registered the tone.

Y/N sat up, helping her husband rid himself of his clothes. His bare chest exposed a few thin scars, which Y/N quickly smoothed her hands and lips over, routinely giving love to them, as she knew it was the part Remus couldn’t stand of his body.

Remus freed his hard-on, which was blushed an angry shade of dark pink. The bulbous head had been leaking of precum for a while now, and he exhaled a couple ragged breaths when he stroked himself, hand twisting around his tip. Y/N had leaned over to their bedside table to open a condom, and she replaced his hand with hers, pumping his long member before sliding it on. Remus already felt himself throb, and he knew that soon he’d be even more as Y/N’s pussy felt 100 times better than her hand.

“How do you want me?” Y/N breathed, backing up to the head of the bed as Remus went on his knees.

This was more of a rhetorical question, really, as it has been like this for years, that at every moon cycle end, their favourite was for Remus to take Y/N from behind. Y/N turned onto her elbows and knees, bending forward to prop her ass up.

“That’s it, good girl.” Remus licked his lips, lining himself up and pushed his cock slowly into Y/N’s warmth.

He let out a loud hiss, face contorted in pleasure as he sank fully into her, his long, hard member stretching Y/N out to the fullest, filling her to the brim. “Merlin.” He said through gritted teeth, eyes dropping to where he disappeared into Y/N’s behind. “You always manage to stay so tight for me, darling- fuck, your pussy’s just squeezing m’cock so right, isn’t it?”

Y/N merely moaned, head dropping forward as she balanced her upper weight on her elbows, overwhelmed by feeling every single vein of Remus’ cock sliding in and out of her slowly. She clenched hard around him, causing his hips to tremor as Remus’ senses, including touch, were amplified tenfold.

He ceased momentarily, his cock just resting heavy inside Y/N’s cunt, his head deep at her g-spot. Y/N mewled, arching her back and twerked her hips, fucking herself back onto his cock. Remus growled at the sight, spanked her once, then his hands dived to grab the curve of her waist as he snapped, hips pounding into her now mercilessly.

“Oh God, fuck!” Y/N cried out with her head thrown back, as her elbows gave out from underneath her and her face sank forward into a heap of pillows. Her ass still up in the air, flesh slightly pink from Remus’ spanks delivered to it- it was a wonder how he didn’t cum from the sight of that alone as he fucked her from behind.

Remus kept up his quick rhythm, hips thrusting into her ruthlessly. They were both close, and Remus fucked into Y/N without an ounce or self-restraint left. He grunted loudly as she fell forward and her inner walls clenching down onto his member. His cock slipped in and out of her deliciously, as she had gotten so wet for him, sinful sounds echoing the room.

He bent forward, chest pressing against her back, their skin sweaty.

“‘S that feel good, darling?” Remus said, lips ghosting over Y/N’s ear. She shuddered, his breath sending shivers up her neck as she felt him so close. His voice wasn’t his usual chesty, tenor honey-like. His words were uttered in a guttural one, his voice deeper, lower, sounding from the back of his throat. “You’re taking me so well- your pussy feels like heaven, sweetheart.”

Y/N’s ears registered the praise as music, living for it. He adjusted his hips slightly to accommodate the new angle, thrusting to make sure he was hitting all the spots in Y/N he knew she liked.

“Mphhhm, please baby,” Y/N moaned, voice slightly muffled into the pillow. She turned her head to the side to rest her cheek on it instead. “Please Remus, oh-“ her voice whimpered, a little more clearly now.

Remus’ large hands had been gripping onto the flesh of Y/N’s hips roughly, tightly. He moved one up to her breasts, grabbing it and massaging it. His breath was hot on her back. He was nearing his orgasm too, his breathing loud and shaggy. Heaving grunts echoed off the walls of the rooms, and Y/N arched her back to feel his chest rise up and down against it.

“Good girl, good fucking girl- taking my cock so well. Shit.”

Remus let out a growl as he felt his cock be swallowed up in her cunt, her ribbed walls enveloping it so nicely as he ploughed into her.

“You’re close aren’t you, dove?” He murmured into her neck with the same low voice, placing wet kisses onto it. Her hair was out of the way onto the other side, and he tasted the slight stickiness of how sweaty their night’s activities had gotten her.

“Yes, yes, ye-es” Y/N chanted in a strangled voice, her words getting split at her throat from Remus’ vigorous pounding.

“Can tell from how tightly you’re squeezing me- shit, not going to last long either inside you like this. C’mon baby, c’mon. Cum for me.”

It was all too much. Y/N shaked as she felt Remus pump into her a few more crucial times. He felt so thick in her walls, his girth filling her up like no other. Moaning, her hips grinded back into Remus as she started to cum. She felt his warm hand reach down her belly and down to between her thighs and with the added pressure from the circles he rubbed on her clit, she came with a shudder. Her body shook as her breath caught in her throat, a string of profanities leaving her lips. Y/N’s sounds of pleasure filled Remus’ ears, driving him further into ecstasy.

“Good girl.” Remus purred, hips jerking forward frantically.

“Remus, fill me up-“ Y/N moaned, knowing Remus loved hearing his name fall off her tongue like that. She propped herself back onto her elbow, reaching one hand behind her to hold the back of Remus’ neck.

Remus pressed the side of his face into Y/N’s neck, her hand keeping him close to her. He growled into her ear, the low sound vibrating from his throat enough to make Y/N’s eyes roll back. Driving his cock into her, desperately chasing his high, he rutted his cock into her walls. His entire body strained as all his muscles worked to relieve himself, needily fucking out his animalistic urges. He came with a gasp, his hips jerked harshly as he shot ropes and ropes of cum into the condom.

Panting, he hunched forward as his cock kept twitching.

His whole muscular body trembled as he squeezed his eyes shut in the pleasure of his long-needed release. His hand was grasped onto Y/N’s chest and she loved the feeling, tilting her hips forward to match the movements of Remus’ orgasm.

Wheezing slightly, Remus finally pulled out of her slowly, Y/N whimpering slightly as her pussy clenched around nothing. He threw the used condom and collapsed onto his back, chest still heaving. Y/N followed suit beside him, onto her stomach, body limp. The afterwaves of her orgasm still sent pleasure through her body and she knew she’d feel too sore to even straighten her legs.

“My love.” Remus turned on his side.

“I can’t fucking move.” Y/N chuckled, voice muffled by the pillow.

Remus hummed, eyes raking over her used body and sat up, massaging over her shoulders then down her back. His hands reached her hips, where he caressed extra soothingly and slowly closed them together. He bent forward, planting a kiss on Y/N’s cheek. She giggled as his locks of hair tickled her eyelid.

Languidly turning over, Y/N sighed in content.

Remus reached his hand, and pulled a strand of her hair out of her face, tucking it behind his ear. He felt warmth lower, as his body began to awaken for another round.

“We’re not getting much sleep tonight, huh?” Y/N giggled peering down at her husband.

It was a blessing that the Castle automatically out a Silencing charm on teachers’ living quarters, because anyone neighbouring them would have stayed up, hearing sinful, wet slapping sounds of skin all night.

part 6 and part 7 OUT NOW!!

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