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𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞 || 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠!𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

part one: stop, you’re losing me || part two: in the trees, in the breeze (here)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ your memory kept haunting Coriolanus Snow, so he found the way to end his exile. It’s a new era, but the same old feelings between Coriolanus and you keep causing scandals. Although, you are not ready to let go the pain he caused to you.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ Capitol ballerina!reader, angst, drama, violence and death lol, jealousy, unhinged Coriolanus, sex mentions, reader still has health problems, etc. 13k words fic IM SORRY

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞_ hear this along Can’t catch me now, I’m not an OR fan but I love that song from her. I mean, who didn’t? And thank you for the wait and loveeeee. PLEASE TELL ME OF ANY ERRORS BC I CAN’T BE ALMOST ACCUSED OF BEING TRANSPHOBIC PLEASEEEE

♪ ♫ awful Coriolanus Snow playlist ✰ Index (+ fics here)

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Red, blue, red, red, yellow, green, green, pink.

Every color is correctly marked. A nurse smiles with some papers on her hand before she dissapears.

You can get dressed again. The color test was done, your vision was okay.

Purple and green bruises are scattered across your skin. Some appeared on your inner thighs. Two on your knees and one on the ribs from the day you collapsed after the post-Hunger Games celebration. You sigh covering your skin with a long floral dress. The reflection of yourself on the mirror salutes you with a tired, broken and sad face. It makes you force a smile, pretending more people were watching you. The room in empty though.

“Everything is fine. Your body is responding well to the shots.” A doctor asks as soon as he walks in into the room.

“The only thing that worries me is your mental health. Have you been stressed or has anything happened to you that could be considered a traumatic experience?”

The pointe shoes soaked in blood. The unstoppable bleeding on your feet. The late nights with panic attacks and over thinking. That young blonde man and the songbird together. The night on dressing room, how your hand burned after slapping the man so hard. The shock of all the events surrounding your life two weeks ago. How you lost control, your head spinning, blurred vision, heart pounding, numb arms and how you felt the oxygen was leaving. All the things you did for someone who never deserved you, making you shatter, fainting as soon as you finished dancing.

“Miss y/l/n… Are you okay?” The distant voice of the doctor breaks your bubble. You shake your head in disguise before turning away from the mirror, facing him and smiling politely.

“Yes, I’m fine. I was very stressed, yeah. Working with the production of the Hunger Games. My artistic performances, last days at the Academy. It was a lot…” the doctor sighs, annotating something. He then handed you the paper.

“I’m giving you some treatment for that. And please, you have to be careful and calm. Only that way the medicine will help everything to work here” he points his head. You nod, accepting the paper.

After that, you leave the private hospital. Trevor is there, your chauffeur and friend. He smiles, opening the door for you.

“Thank you, Trevor” he starts the car soon after.

“Is everything okay?” You nod, looking at the bright day at the Capitol.

“I just need to relax and eat well.” Trevor had trimmed his hair. It made him look younger, making you smile at the memory of him saying his wife was his hairstylist.

“Good. Oh, I received a call from your mother. This woman…uh, Dr. Volumnia Gaul? She wants to see you at the Univeristy today” you frown to look at him confused.

“Oh? So… Can we go now?” He nods, turning left to start the route. Meanwhile, you wonder what could she want. You made your part, the games had a higher amount of viewers compared to last year. You engaged with the production and the celebration was at full capacity. Your little accident even made it more attractive to the media. Appearing on the papers and magazines across Panem.

And after everything, you still wanted to keep dancing. Or else range would consume you.

…

It’s the first time you step inside the Capitol’s University. It’s very similar to the Academy, but the floor tiles are green and white. There’s a lot of white, cream, golden and black decorating the halls and long stairs.

Since it’s summer, most of the building was empty. Only some of the staff, and very few people who seemed like students. You see they dress very elegant. Some women wore hats with feathers or flowers. The men wore classy suits and you genuinely thought you would fit in.

You couldn’t wait to have some sense of normality as a Univeristy student along Clemensia and Lysistrata. Your only close friends left. Well, also Festus and Sejanus.

What seems like the private office of Gaul has a red door. Inside, she had a laboratory, smaller but weirder than the one you had seen before. Full of dissected creatures, tanks and crystal containers with unknown chemicals.

Some steps further and you see her desk, where she is collecting some folders and putting them away in some shelves.

“Glad to see you breathing, miss y/l/n…” somehow you found the humor to smile coldly.

“As you can see.” You reply standing perfectly correct.

“By this point you should know what happened to Mr. Snow” goosebumps make you shake your shoulders slightly, you nod again.

“He was exiled. Twenty years. He lied to me and did not said a thing about cheating on the games”

“Indeed. However this morning, I just discovered he bribed a woman to be sent to District 12.” You bite your tongue to hide your fury. A hot feeling invade your chest in rage. But you just breathe, failing to not show discontent.

“That’s not any of my business anymore.” Even Gaul seems taken aback. However, she doesn’t say anything, she just keeps pulling away the pile of folders.

“Well, since it seems you both parted ways… I must share that I’m deleting any record or data related to the 10th Hunger Games. Too many things happened before, during and after the games. Things that would compromise the reputation of the whole organization. Including me, the Academy, the mentors, you and Mr. Snow” honestly, you don’t know what to say. You just frown slightly, demonstrating how confused you were. But you also understood with half of the context. The death of Arachne, Coriolanus and his odd ways to make his songbird oustand, the rebel attack, Lucy Gray Baird winning from cheat. And the things you didnt know like Sejanus entering the arena.

However, you stick to your parent’s advice. You have to think about you and anyone else.

“I understand. But I did my part. I completed my task so I hope this decision doesn’t jeopardize my grant” she smiles. Dr. Gaul secretly believed that you and Coriolanus Snow could rule Panem together. In a sick and evil way, so she really hoped her dark intentions would work.

“Of course not. We had a deal. The views went up this year. You brought a new vision for the promotion that I’ll hardly let go.” The ambition started tickling you. Making you roll your tongue inside your closed mouth, at the verge of opening it and talking.

“Good.”

“In fact, you would be a nice option to become head of the promotion and relations team.” From the last games, you realized the director only gave instructions but he rarely did the dirty job. You liked having some power over the games. And now, a childish and unjustified resentment towards District 12 made you smile as Gaul offered you a new job.

“Is it a possible option to be working in behalf of my mother’s institution?”

“You’re very smart, y/n y/l/n. You are going further than Mr. Snow” your smile only grows, knowing you are nit being correct. You are letting the rage and resentment to guide you. You will make your last name shine brighter than your parents did. Just to rub it in the face of certain blonde who was now exiled. Probably savoring the country life of District 12.

“I just want to make my family’s name bigger than it already is” the woman giggles, taking out a red envelope and handing it you.

“I assume you’ll pursue the arts as you’re speciality. But if you want to get involved with the production, marketing and relations. You are taking politics and some lessons with me” when you look down at the envelope, the golden logo of the university is greeting you. It’s the admission letter.

“I expect to see you here by the end of the summer” you nod, thanking her.

And as you walk outside where Trevor is waiting for you, you have a cocky smile. Feelings like things could go better. You don’t even remember the doctor’s appointment you were in before coming to see Gaul.

…

Your soft hands gently brush against his forehead. Coriolanus had chills, he hadn’t had fever since he was 15 years old. But your hands are so soft even when they feel cold as ice. He just knows he’s in his bed. In his rottening penthouse. He can see a slightly blurred image of you, wearing a green dress, your hair in a braid, a golden necklace, dark purple lips. He can’t hear your words, but you are talking to him, spreading some cream across his chest, immediately he felt the mint soothing his cough and pain. He must’ve said something funny, because he can now see clearly your face, gorgeous as always. And he can clearly hear you laughing.

Coriolanus wakes up smiling. And he realised he was dreaming.

He was in a small and creaky lower bunk bed. Sejanus sleeping in the upper bunk. The sun hasn’t come up. And he’s a peacekeeper in District 12.

It’s been weeks since he left the Capitol. And since day one, you seem to be haunting him.

Current dreams of you, swearing to be hearing your voice. It makes him want to call you every single day. But he doesn’t. He was able to forget about you when he was in the peacekeeper training and duties. When he was with Lucy Gray any trace of you was gone. But as soon as he had a moment alone, he would remember everyhting about you.

He missed you. Painfully a lot.

Every Friday, he had been sending the letters. He hoped your mother would hand them to you. But Coriolanus knew you too well to know you likely would not be reading them. Nonetheless, he was letting himself to write the most vulnerable pieces of him, putting his heart on each word and phrase. Hoping that by the time his exile was over, you would have forgiven him.

When the sun rise, he’s up along the rest of the boys. Sejanus gives him a friendly smile and they’re out exercising and doing jobs all day long. During his break, he’s able to seat in an old bench, with a beautiful view of an open green field.

That’s when he dreams of seeing there, dancing or simply standing there with a sundress. Like the ones you used to wear on summer when he visited the house your parents had in District 4. He dreams so hard that he swears seeing the skirt of your dress swaying through the trees. And that’s when he knows he’s so fucked up.

But that’s long forgotten after the break is over. And by the night, he’s on the biggest bar of the town. He sees Lucy Gray singing something new. He honestly never understood the meaning behind her songs, but he was enchanted by her do what she loved.

After her live presentation, a big projector was introduced. They started playing the weather with Lucky Flickerman. Which made Coriolanus miss the Capitol.

“They’re probably waiting for some women. That’s why the always start that thing” Lucy Gray said, appearing by his side. He smiled at her.

“To see women?” She nodded, grabbing a glass of cold water.

“You know who are men around her” with no tv around, no ostentatious lifestyles, men could get excited with little makeup and satin gowns. Coriolanus was disgusted by many mannerism of the 12. But he was happy to be able to find some peace along the songbird.

“See? What’s that thing by the way?” When Coriolanus turned around to see the old projector, he almost choked.

It was the summer fundraising charity of your mother. Another luxurious gala to help the constructions of the Capitol after war. However, that wasnt the most impressive part for Coriolanus. It was the fact that you were getting in pose to start a performance.

Lucy Gray Baird was in shock. So if she was surprised, the men all around the bar where cheering and whistling.

There you were, with curled wet hair, metallic bronze makeup, wine lips, golden bracelet on your arms. But the attire. A two piece set that let your legs and stomach show off. With bare feet, and two elegant knives. One on each hand. Your cocky smile was back. And it was ruining Coriolanus Snow.

He literally jumped from his seat, leaving Lucy Gray to cross the river of men and properly see you.

She knew you had broken up with him. And that relieved the songbird, as she felt like she could let her feelings for Coriolanus flow freely. But seeing the boy literally hipnotized as soon he saw you, it made her feel uneasy. Deeply she knew that Coriolanus wasn’t over you. And no matter what, you were a sensible subject for him. That not even herself could ever test.

But he kept going. Each step meant hearing them say how good you looked, the places where they’d put their hands on your body. It boiled his blood.

But he finally, the dance killed him. Because maybe for the capitol you were still elegant and classy. Their eyes would publicly appreciate your art, and privately let their mind wander with your half naked body. But for people from the 12. It was like throwing a piece of meat to lions in starvation.

With your hips swaying tentatively, pointed feet letting everyone know how flexible you were. That sassy look on your face that Coriolanus was feeling too personal. It was like you were saying look what you lost.

He was used to see you in pastel tutus, hair in a bun. Not this goddess ritual dance type of thing. The music was very different, something very uncommon in Panem. He really wants to punch every man in the room. He sees how most of the women in the bar see your graceful image with disgust. And Coriolanus couldn’t blame them. But it made him remember that he had lost the right to call you his. And that intrusive thought made him automatically think he wanted to go back home so badly.

Your sensual and meticulous steps keep going, the knives making him remember the folk tales of women dancing with sharp objects to show fertility, honor of their kingdom and to seal a man’s faith. Every minute more desperate for Snow, who’s over the edge of hearing men say plenty of things about you. But soon, the music stops with you arched, straight knees, your curls kissing the stage, the knives perfectly pointing like a clock.

Coriolanus doesnt miss your evil smile. He can sense you are changing. And he remember all the pain he caused you, making him sigh in resignation. His desire of going back for you only growing.

“I’m sorry I left like that” he explains to Lucy Gray. She notices how quick he drank his beer. She was a woman after all, she knew the effect a fine woman could have on men. Especially on the one who was her lover. The one that probably hurt her and left her, ending their history in bad terms.

“It’s okay. I told you she was very pretty before” Coriolanus learns that Lucy Gray was not being sarcastic that day at the zoo.

…

It had come to the point where he couldn’t run away from his thoughts. Coriolanus was borderline obsessed with your memory. He constantly wondered how you were doing. He had to ask Tigris every time they talked to see learn anything about you.

For the first time, since he left the Capitol, Tigris shares that she had talked to you.

Coriolanus was surprised to hear that the reason you gave about the breakup was only because he cheated with Lucy Gray.

You didn’t said a word about him the lies, the last argument you two had. You only say that his songbird was special. And that you stopped to be what he needed.

Which was heavily mistaken. Some days before August accepted that you were the only thing he needed to keep going. He imagines a fake scenario where you came to the 12 with him. You find a humble home where you wait till his training is over. The lake where he spent hours with Lucy Gray and The Covey could’ve been hours with you. Talking about anything and everything. He would’ve come straight home to you when the training was over. Make love to you, promise to fight for a higher position, possibly as a commander one day and marrying you. And soon the years would’ve passed, his exile would be over and you would go back to the Capitol with him. Maybe some children along.

But that would never happen. And his delusion was starting to make him find a way to go back where he belonged.

He questioned if his urges where for power, or to get back the woman he loved.

Whatever the reason was, a lot of people would pay the price. First were the daughter of the mayor and her partner, then the man who had the decency to hide the gun he used to kill those two.

His hands trembling as he pressed to record Sejanus. But he knew there were high possibilities of being heard. And that way, he would go back. He would find you and slowly start again.

The death of Sejanus would haunt him for a long time. He knew he was a close friend of yours, which made him get chills, uneasy to decide what could be your reaction to the news. Either way, it was done. The heavens had to have heard him. He was offered to serve in District 2, gain some money and he could easily take the train to see you if anything.

But Lucy Gray had other plans. And Coriolanus wasnt even sure of what he was doing. Probably in his rambling and panic after everything he went through as a peacekeeper, one side of him wanted to run away and never see back again. To forget about his decisions as a mentor, to forget about his decisions as a peacekeeper and to forget about you. That way he would never have to face all the pain he caused you.

After some hours of walking, Coriolanus should have seen the signs.

“Everyone in the Covey are really good dancers. But I don’t think it’s my thing. I just have my voice…” Lucy Gray said, holding her bag tightly. Coriolanus only smiled, remembering how bad the songbird was when he tried to teach her how to waltz.

“Is it like… exclusive in the Capitol?”

“I think so. Today there’s only one institution, the mother of…” he goes quiet, realizing what he was about to say.

“…y/n?” She asked, almost nervous about mentioning your name. But in reality, she wasnt. After Coriolanus nodded, they just kept walking in silence.

“Her mother founded it?”

“It was her grandmother actually. Mine knew her, and they were kind of friends” he said smiling, trying to look away from Lucy Gray so he couldn’t see him smiling.

Once you leaned Coriolanus was financially struggling some years ago, you ended up visiting him for the first time. That day you learned Grandma’am was friend of your family before your mother was born. And that only made her appreciate you faster. Which made Coriolanus happy. Finally seeing her grandmother to let go the days of the war and any crazy ideas that stayed on her mind. All thanks to you.

“Grandma’am even started planting pink roses for her.” It slipped out automatically, he couldn’t control it.

“She’s like ink…” Coriolanus missed the point. But after some minutes of silence, he understood what Lucy Gray said. Which resulted true. Metaphorically, you were the brightest tint he’d ever seen. He let that ink fall and splash everywhere, leaving stains on him that probably would never leave.

And finally, Lucy Gray Baird fell to her end in the shallow woods. Hunted like a prey. By a broken man who decided to stop being good. Who was losing his mind for the pieces of a woman he let go so easily.

That changes like the destination of Coriolanus.

He’s going back to the Capitol. With tiny sparks of hope. But firmly believing that everyhting was meant to happen like that so he could go back to you.

However, as he came closer, Coriolanus realized he was lost. He had no idea what would await for him. And what version of you would greet him.

…

There isn’t an exact period over the Capitol that can’t be considered as autumn. The summer was practically over, and winter was already happening. Coriolanus had to wait longer than expected to get into University. In the meantime, he accepted the money from the Plinth family. He decided to get ahead of time. He used the last hot days to get Tigris and Grandma’am back to the penthouse. He bought the whole building and in two weeks the whole place was renewed. There was only one thing he couldn’t get rid of. The living room and entrance olive paint you brought. He painted the halls, dining room, studio and kitchen in a dark blue paint. But he wasnt able to get rid of the memories he made with you. His old self was long gone. But he had his supcisions that the version he was for you would never change.

However, he decided to stay afar from the public eye for that month after returning from exile.

Tigris said she hadn’t seen you. But that was okay. He would soon enter to University. He was going to see you there.

Eventually the day came. He gets rid off Casca Highbottom and then he walks towards the big and imposing University of the Capitol. He had a driver now, but he thought it wouldn’t be bad to use the mornings to walk.

In his first hours inside, he has private lessons with Dr. Gaul. Already mentoring him to be a game maker. She kind of suspects he was involved with the sudden death of Highbottom. But for some reason, Gaul has a lot of hopes in him, so she would easily act blind to keep her plans to keep going.

After that, Coriolanus starts looking out for you. He crosses the big seminar rooms and other halls. Until he is able to locate the arts building. It’s smaller but probably the mots interesting. With a beautiful barroque facade. As soon as he enters, he sees a group of girls holding large canvas with beautiful painting on them. Then, some steps later he spots two guys trying to carry a sculpture. Coriolanus believes that kind of modern art was the future of the Capitol. He had to admit the arts building was fully alive, he even forgot he was still at the university.

Coming down from some stairs, he sees two girls. A red haired and a tanned with black leotards and floral skirts are giggling. They seems like dancers, he doesnt think twice. He’s already approaching the girls.

“Excuse me, ladies. Do you know by any chance where I can find y/n y/l/n?” The girls look cheekily at each other, before smiling at him. Which makes Coriolanus wonder what type of rumours had been flowing around about you and him. Since mostly everyone knew the last Snow heir was dating the daughter of the kings of Panem´s television industry.

“She’s rehearsing now. It’s on the second floor, you’ll hear the music…” he thanks the tanned girl before going upstairs.

She wasn’t lying. He started hearing the classical piano music. He can hear some distant and low cheering. The whole floor is full of dancers. It’s a long hall, to the right, a big studio, with a classical mural, chandeliers and the most giant mirror he’d ever seen.

The people outside the studio see him with curiosity. But he only has eyes for the ballerina dancing all across the studio.

There you are, with a coral tutu, black leotard and thighs. Your pointe shoes seem new. Your cheeks look so pink and your smile is there.

He has to understand that you have become popular enough to have your own fans. Some rumors said that your mother was offering master classes at the University. And he couldn’t help but think how much your family’s name have growth since he left.

He lost count of many turns you did, but you finish cleanly, offering a beautiful view of your tutu wadding.

People start a round of applauses. He debates whether to get closer or not. He doesnt have any speech prepared. He doesn’t know what to say to you.

“Coriolanus?” When he turns around, he sees Clemensia Dovecote there. Her old study buddy looked older, but not in a bad way. He saw the scales on her skin. But he didnt had to ask, he knew it was because of the rainbow snakes. It just seemed weird to see with short sleeves but turtleneck.

“Clemensia” he greets her. Clemmie was probably your female best friend. It wasnt a surprise that suddenly the woman seemed to dislike him.

“Since when you returned?” He looks back at you again. As the music keeps playing, he just smiles. He know the way things would now work. With no how are you questions or anything like the past.

“Some weeks ago.” Clemensia looks like she’s analyzing every movement and word of him.

“Why are you here?” Her hostile tone only makes Coriolanus to act more relaxed than he already is.

“I made the promise to come back for y/n…” the woman stares at him, probably taken aback.

“She doesn’t need this, Coriolanus. She can’t have this” Clemensia had visited you at the hospital. She learned most of his lies towards you. She knew you didn’t deserved to fall again. And especially not because of him.

“I know, Clemmie. I won’t be a burden for her” the music stops, and Coriolanus decides that it’s not time to talk to you yet. So he smiles once again to Clemensia.

“I hope so. Because you already failed her once…” his smile drops. Clemensia dissapears to get inside the studio. Coriolanus stares at you one last time, before he silently walks out.

…

Before you can reach your glass of posca, a porcelain plate with your food slides on the way. A soft piece pile of fried little steaks, with melted cheese and a golden sauce of mushrooms dripping. Your stomach churns and it makes Clemensia laugh.

She had a salmon fine cut with caviar and other exotic stuff. It was a beautiful afternoon to have dinner at one of the most elegant restaurants of the Capitol Downtown.

“Bless your food.”

“Bless your food” you reply back to her.

“So, How it went the rehearsal?” You roll your eyes giggling.

“It was great, until the girls taking the masterclass appeared to see me” your father was right. After working in the production of the 10th Hunger Games, many doors opened for you. Splendid career opportunities here and there. Only that you didn’t enjoy a lot of attention.

“Are they still at the Academy” you nod.

“Rich girls who can make their parents pay the classes of course” Clemensia smiles, drinking a little bit before getting back to eat.

“Coriolanus was looking for you…” you literally stopped eating. You almost drop your fork, but you decided to hold it firmly.

“What?”

“Apparently he’s back.” She reveals. Making you close your eyes in panic.

“How? He was exiled” you say whispering. Clemmie shrugs.

“Gaul. He’s her pupil star. And with Dean Highbottom dead now…” it must’ve been great for Coriolanus to learn the man was gone. Always putting him in the lowest, it was a mark for change.

“Doesn’t matter, I won’t let this get into my way” she smiles.

“What about what your father said?” During a late lunch, you had been talking with your parents, revealing that you broke up with Coriolanus because he cheated. Your mother was shocked, but soon she joined your father to give a twisted advice. He asked if you still loved him. You answered you weren’t sure.

Then I suggest you to proceed to ignore him. Soon you’ll learn his intentions if he ever comes back. Play with him a little. Show him that nobody will laugh in the face of family like ours. Let your hands get dirty, but never show this insecurity you’re talking about.

From that day, you still wake up every morning without knowing how you actually feel about Coriolanus Snow. You know you can’t just simply forget about all the things you did with him. But you firmly pretended that he was in the past.

“I still don’t know how I feel about him.”

“Are you still in contact with his family?” You remember Tigris and Grandma’am.

“Not as much as I used to”

“Mhm. Did they ever learned what happened?” You sigh.

“Just that he opted to choose the songbird before me. And I know Tigris has her own opinion. I just never gave her the opportunity to share it.”

“With him back… probably you’ll find out sooner than later” Clemensia admits, leaving you thinking for the rest of the dinner.

Turns out that you are not ready to find out yet.

…

The first time you see him, it’s at the gardens of the University. You had lunch and wanted to have a brief walk. Through a maze of flowers and plants, you spot him on a bench. He’s very concentrated reading a book. Your eyes widen, seeing how much different he looked. The posture, the clothes, the hair, the cold look.

Something notoriously changed. And you have your suspicions. It wasn’t a coincidence that Sejanus was gone, and Lucy Gray Baird had dissapeared.

You mourned the death of Sejanus one week. You send your condolences to his parents at the funeral. And that night you cam’s help but cry on your pillow. Wondering why had life slowly turned dark. In a matter of months you had experienced things you never thought you would. You lost people, you had your first heart broken. You had lost the will to do much things. But, you had to keep going. And you felt guilty, because you thought you had no right to feel like your life was hard, just for being Capitol. The districts struggled more. However, it’s not on your power to mend their lives. Just as it’s not their case to judge your life.

And now, seeing Coriolanus so firm, so calm, it makes you doubt. Sensing that there must’ve been something off about him. Something bad, like all the things he did and hide from you.

You pretend you’re looking for some papers in your bag when you walk past him. He doesn’t see you though, and you thank it.

A couple of days later, you hear for the first time the rumours about him courting Livia Cardew. It makes you feel depressed. You cry out of anger as soon as you get home.

And to your dismay, the first thing you see after turning into a room for the politics class, it’s them. Coriolanus Snow is talking to Livia just beside the door.

That’s the first time you two look at each other again. He sees the anger, discontent and so much resentment. You see the questioning, curiosity and admiration in his eyes.

Nothing else is said because you break the gazes, you walk inside the room with your head high, and your presence is so evident that even Livia has to look at you. Taking too much time to see your beautiful heels.

A week later, you are having a good time with your friends. Festus and Lysistrata are there with you and Clemensia. You are talking all about the upcoming winter gala held at the biggest auditorium in the Capitol. Everyone is excited because it’s the great opportunity to make contacts and eat the most delicious food.

“Is your mother inviting Coriolanus?” Lysistrata asks with curiosity. You roll your eyes.

“I hope not. I haven’t even spoken with him ever since he came back” everyone knew you had broke up with him. But only Clemensia knew the details.

“Because he is courting Livia apparently” Festus mocks, making everyone laugh. Not that any of you had something personal against Livia. But she wasn’t the most brilliant star at the Academy. Now not certainly at University.

“Why Livia?” Clemmie asks laughing.

“Perhaps it’s becase how naïve she is”

“Or because of her father’s inheritance” you add.

“I don’t think so. He’s now the heir of the Plinth fortune” Festus remarks with dessaproval, which makes you feel angered.

“He’s dancing on Sejanus’ grave” your words create some minutes of silence for your late friend. Even when Festus and Lysistrata had made fun of him for being District and the ways of his parents to go up, at the end, they were friends. And now his absence had created a void.

“Ambitious and annoying. Just like his father…” Lysistrata comments sipping on her glass of water.

“How unfortunate. If he had stayed with you, we wouldn’t be talking bad things about him behind his back” you sigh at Clemensia’s words.

“Speaking of the king…” when you look past Lysistrata seated on her chair, you spot Coriolanus. He was wearing a dark grey suit, he looked so fine you had to admit. But soon you look away, the sudden memories of your last days with him haunt you.

After spotting his old friends and ex lover in a table at the cafeteria, he start walking towards there.

“Yeah. He would’ve been seated beside me right now. But he picked the songbird before me. At least he’s refining himself a little bit with Livia” your friends turn to look at you in shock after the revelation. But you’re gone, and Coriolanus curses himself for not walking faster.

When he makes it to the table, Festus and Lysistrata are shocked, making him furrow his brows in confusion.

“Did I missed something?” He asks.

“You had an affair with your tribute?” Lysistrata asks back in disgust. Coriolanus sees Clemensia giggling in silence with her head down. Probably enjoying his embarrassment.

His silence meets the requirement for an answer. One that they take as yes.

“And now she knows about you and Livia” Coriolanus frowns ever deeper after looking at Clemensia.

“There’s no Livia and I” He responds firmly. Even disgusted to her his name along the least smart girl of his finances class.

“Oh but everyone believes so. That you’re courting her…” he rolls his eyes, annoyed.

“I’m just talking to her because we’re partner for some stupid research” the silent sipping on their drinks at the same time is ridiculous to Coriolanus. He just stares at them annoyed.

“Do me a favor and leave her alone, Coriolanus. You were gone to go to your nobody girl from 12, but I stayed and saw her struggling in that hospital bed” Clemensia speaks confidently. Making the blonde to feel threatened.

So he realises that maybe you could have feelings for him still. And that this rumors could have weight on you. He curses himself. Even without realizing, he’s still hurting you.

“I won’t lose the girl twice, Clemmie. Have a good day” he says with a fake smile before leaving the table in shock.

He had to quicken the pace of his proximity with you. He had to make you see he never stopped caring for you.

…

There’s a shattering mess of broken glasses. You quickly move away from the crime scene, looking for your pills, immediately swallowing two.

Your mother’s assistant opens the door, asking for you with concern.

“Is everything okay, miss y/n?” You turn to look a the woman.

“I accidentally threw the jar. Sorry…” Millie is in her mid thirties. She was your mother’s confidant, and slowly yours too. She sees the news paper in the floor, half of it drenched from the broken jar that had water. She can see the title, The Snow heir tights the knot with the Cardew family?

“I’ll call the maids. Don’t worry” she says looking back at you.

“Thanks Millie.” She smiles, closing the door behind.

You breathe loudly, sighing in stress. Of course you had purposely thrown the water jar because of the news paper. A portrait picture of Livia is placed perfectly aligned with one of Coriolanus. Between some paragraph there’s your name too. But you don’t dare to see why.

You may pretend to be okay to the public eye, but you’re still drowning in the same feelings you got after Coriolanus Snow revealed his lies to you.

It’s almost like if he was still mocking you. Showing everyone how easy he had played with you. And how easy he got rid of you.

Someone had to pay. No, not someone, he. He, himself, Coriolanus Snow had to fail. Only that way you would feel slightly better. Only that way your tears would stop being for him.

The first chance you had, you would take it.

…

While you loved pursuing a dancing career along the production stuff. You still had some duties regarding politics and economy. Which is why you ended up at the submissions office so early in the morning. To send a petition.

You end up at at a messy office. A man is there, moving folders and other type of papers. There’s three baskets that can clearly be read as; approved, denied, pending.

However, you quickly look away to smile at the man who’s sitting behind the chair.

“Good morning.” Your smile is contagious to everyone. The man replies with a warm greeting.

“Good morning, miss y//l/n. How can I help you?”

“I was wondering if you could hand me a petition form to send” he nods, standing up, leaving the mess of papers behind.

“I can, just let me go and print the form. It won’t take too long…” you smile again, letting him go outside the office.

As you wait, you start seeing the racks of boxes and more boxes filled with yellow and lined papers.

Your curiosity grows, making you look at the baskets on the desk.

You see at first glance some graduation petitions, letters, etc. You are still curious to see why some papers where pending. So you look at the door one last time before diving into the papers. You don’t know the first students mentioned. Until you see the third yellow folder, where you can see a white strip with black letter saying Coriolanus Snow.

You open the folder, seeing what it was all about. A petition to start a political campaign at the age of 19. You frowned. He was good at writing. Even with letters he had some charm. But you know he never beated you to be precise and delicate. You always heard Grandma’am saying he would one day be president. But you never seriously discussed it with him. Now you know it was real. And you can’t help but feel an enormous amount of remorse.

He doesn’t deserve it. He had lost everything once, but the way he was earning everything was through breaking you, and probably others you’ll never knew about. Even when it would make Tigris and Grandma’am happy, you slip the folder into the basket of denied. You don’t feel nothing as you do it.

In fact, you offer the sweet man a smile when he comes back with the form for you. You thank him and then walk out.

…

Coriolanus swears he didn’t intend to bump into your father at the bank. Your father was a frivolous man, but since he knew him, he greeted Coriolanus with respect.

The blonde was taken aback when he invited him to have dinner at your house. And he couldn’t say no.

Your house is the same. At least from the outside, because inside, there’s more color. Coriolanus sees your mother. And she offers him a smile before he leans to give her a kiss on the cheek.

“Coriolanus, look at you. You look very handsome!” His cheeks warm, as your father giggles, handing his coat to a maid.

“I ran into him at the bank. Where’s y/n, dear?” Your mother laughs, rolling her eyes.

“That girl. I haven’t seen her out of her room since midday” the sudden sound of your heels gets noticed.

“I’m here” you say, coming down the stairs, putting some earrings on. Coriolanus notices the grey dress and black heels along the red tights. A diadem on your head and a bright smile that soon dissapears as you spot him in your house.

“Look who I found earlier” you sigh, standing straight.

“I see.” Your parents can see the way you correct your posture, showing how uncomfortable you are.

“We’re having dinner…” you ignore Coriolanus and his deep gaze on you.

“I can’t stay for dinner. I have rehearsals and I promised Clemmie to go to her birthday dinner party” they exchange looks. And Coriolanus is at the verge of smiling at the way you are making up an excuse to leave. Running away from him.

“Are you meeting with Jan before?” Coriolanus head almost pops to look at your father. And you don’t know if you should smile. Jan was your dance partner, he would dance with you at the gala. He was older, yet very handsome. And you wished he wasn’t off limits from you. Because you easily could admit your attraction towards him.

“Can you at least stay for some drinks?” You shrug at your mother, accepting your purse from a maid. You ignore Coriolanus and his way of looking at you, almost petrified.

His head was spinning, he needed to know who the hell was Jan.

“Unless you want me to do horrible at the Winter gala, no. I cannot stay, mother” she sighs, tilting her head towards your father. He understands, your father was the one who convinced you to ignore Coriolanus and play with him.

“Well, that’s fine. Just be polite and say goodbye to Coriolanus.” You nod, watching them leave inside the long corridor to enter the dinning table.

You remain quiet, looking down at your purse to avoid his eyes.

“You look lovely” he says, breaking the ice.

“Thank you.”

It’s the first time you two talk since months ago.

“I heard you want to start your political campaign” you opt to pretend you are okay and you can face him with confidence.

“I did. But the idiots of the council rejected my essay. Guess it’ll give me more time to focus on university.” You nod, grabbing a pair of gloves from inside the purse. You want to smile so badly. He would never know you were the reason of his failed first steps in the politic of Panem.

“Anyways… How you’ve been?”

“I’m fine, Coriolanus.” the way you sound tired. Like tired of him makes him uncomfortable. But he tries to keep his best smile too.

“Who is Jan?” He asks almost too seriously. You smile politely at him

“No one of your business, Snow” you calling him by his last name takes him very aback.

“You know, I just hoped that… you know. Maybe we could start off again… like friends of course” you giggle, lowering your head. He frowns confused.

“Miss y/n, Trevor is waiting in the car for you” the butler say appearing from the side door, you thank him and he leaves again.

“I don’t think there’s a way to start again. You already failed me once, Coriolanus.” You admit, putting on the gloves with a bittersweet smile on your face. You turn to pat his cheek, and he swears he’s about to melt. He lounged for your touch since the moment he left you at the hospital. He closes his eyes, hoping to slow down time and felt your cold touch.

But you move away your hand. He opens his eyes and sees you putting the last pair of the gloves on. You walk towards the door.

“You know where the dinning table room is.” And with that, you are gone.

…

Your father gave him the green light to court you again. Coriolanus had to swear that he would never cause you any type of pain, or else, your father would destroy his career before it officially started.

That was more than enough for him. Since that day, slowly, he had been greeting you almost every day, at Univeristy and when you ecountered him and Tigris in a furniture store. You personally invited her to the Winter gala, and Tigris agreed to not share the news about the invitation. But to the young Snow woman, it was a surprise that your father had already invited Coriolanus to the gala.

Soon the day came. As usual the gala opened with the performance of an specific play, than everyone celebrated in the hall with fine dining, and everyone gossiped as auctions happened. It had been a couple of weeks, very busy ones. Probably it was even more important than the arts gala on March. But for this special occasion you had rehearsed a lot to be an elegant black swan.

You smile at your own reflection at the mirror, the black tutu was gorgeous. The crown you had to use was very intriguing. And the black makeup made you feel very confident.

“I came as soon as I could” Clemensia suddenly opens the door of your dressing room. She looks agitated, but she looked amazing on a beige dress and her hair in half ponytail.

“You look very pretty” she thanks you.

“But look at you. You are going to be amazing.” She sits and both start gossiping.

“Your father invited Coriolanus.” It makes you roll your eyes tired. But you are having a heartache.

“I’m… not sure if I don’t feel anything about him” Clemmie leaves her glass of champagne.

“The newspaper rumour affected you. Right?” Slowly, you nod. Too embarrassed to look at her in the eye. But Coriolanus had been really good. He smiled at you at any chance he could. Something he would join you and your friends and he was fun, you had to bite your tongue to avoid giggling. And Clemensia had seen it too.

“I can’t blame you. I was there since the beginning…” your friend had seen the courting, the first awkward hand holding, how you two formed a strong connection. And Coriolanus left you at the hospital.

“You two had a beautiful bond. And he broke it. But that doesn’t mean you can’t miss him” Clemmie goes to hug you.

“Pa’ said to keep playing with him, to ignore him. But I’m tired, I just want to heal” she nods, letting you hide your face on her shoulder.

“You want my advice?” You nod.

“Do not force anything. Be polite to him, but avoid giving him any chance yet. As you heal, you’lo find the answer; if you should let him have another chance or not”

A man knocks. When Clemensia opens the door, he receives a bouquet of white roses.

You could recognize those roses anywhere. You get closer, taking the attached note.

Grandma’am and Tigris didn’t know what flowers to cut.

Good luck.

You try to hide your smile. But it’s impossible.

…

The whole place is full. Coriolanus takes a seat with Tigris besides.

“I talked with her yesterday. She said she was very nervous about this one” Tigris says. Coriolanus knows she’s talking about you.

“She’s always perfect, she shouldn’t feel nervous.” His mind was only thinking about Jan. He did his research. And learned he was a former dancer of your mother’s institution. It made him mad.

“Have you thought about inviting her to have dinner?” Coriolanus shakes his head.

“Not yet, I haven’t talked enough to her”

“Well, hurry up. Grandma’am wanted to see you married by the age of 20” she says laughing. But it doesn’t make Coriolanus smile.

“Oh look, it’s starting” Tigris squealed with excitement. The curtains lifted and the show started.

For the first twenty minutes, he’s so bored. Nothing exciting happens. He thinks the white swan is boring. And for the first time, he meets Jan. It makes him feel jealous.

It only worsened when you appeared on stage. Your black attire makes him go mad. He had never seen you in anything like that. He gets very invested in your scenes. He feels the emotion you are trying to project. Sassy, cheeky and attractive. You succeed to him.

Unfortunely, Jan had to appear too. And Coriolanus has to sigh, dealing with the scene of the man holding you to make you gracefully spin. The music doesn’t help, it holds the sense of you and Jan dancing together. Coriolanus knows dancing has a lot to do with acting. But he doesn’t enjoy the looks of lust and desire between you and your partner. The worst part? He had to seat and watch it for at least fifteen minutes.

His head malfunctions. But he already is telling Tigris he needs to the restroom.

It’s a lie. He goes to the dressing rooms. And his luck was so big that he found the one with the name of Jan. He slowly made his way inside. The place was so old that he didn’t need to check for security or anything, but he wanted to make sure nobody would see him in real time.

He wasn’t sure what he wanted to accomplish, but surely he wanted to get rid of the man who apparently had your attention now. Your mother had said you and Jan worked very well. And now, with him seeing the performance, he was more than sure he couldn’t let it move forward.

His hand went to his pocket, and his eyes widened. He felt the little glass tubes of narcotics. The same he used to kill Casca Highbottom.

He thought about it just for a little. Was it worth it? Getting rid of a man just to have easier access to you.

Maybe.

Then he questioned how bad he wanted you back. Coriolanus had missed you since day one. He knew he would never love anyone else. He knew no one would treat him as you once did.

So he poured the liquid from one of the tubes inside the water flask resting on the vanity. And before leaving, Coriolanus slipped two more tubes inside the bag that contained Jan’s clothes.

“You took very long at the restroom” Tigris tells her cousin when he came back.

“There was a long line”

…

This time, is different. You smile and you can hear the big round of applauses as you make reverence to go off from stage. You were the last one and the curtains came down finally.

Once you are free, you have all the time in the world to breathe. Other dancers and production staff members congratulate you. But it’s Coriolanus Snow the one who makes you frown confused. He was backstage, looking at you with a soft smile. His classic black suit makes you go back and remember about the Reaping ceremony. How happy that day initiated, and how bad it turned out.

“Coriolanus.” You greet him, he can see a tiny smile on your face.

“You were amazing. As usual, of course”

“Thank you. And for the flowers, they were gorgeous. As usual, of course” he’s so surprised that you were talking to him with some humor sense. Both of you laugh and it feels… warm, and natural.

“It’s nothing. But.. perhaps we could just sit together at dinner?” Your cheeks warmth. You think about your confusing feelings, what your father and Clemensia respectively said. Sitting with him once wouldn’t be the end of the world.

“Yeah, we could.” He smiles, and even when his hair changed, his deeper voice. For some seconds you can see the boy you once loved.

And he almost feels like he was seventeen again. Watching you dance backstage, ready to greet you with a kiss. He sees the girl who helped him so much. And he just know all the horrible things he’d done were worth it.

“I-…” but his words stay lingering in the air. Both of you hear a female scream. Coriolanus and you exchange looks before starting to walk where the sound was heard. In the corridor of the dressing rooms you see a woman lingering to an open door. Immediately you recognize it’s Jan’s room. You quickly make it there, through the pain of your caged foot inside the pointe shoe. Coriolanus goes behind you, already sensing the scene inside.

He hears you gasp in shock, covering your mouth and tears forming on your eyes.

You are in shock, you sob, unable to blink.

Jan is on the floor, pale and blood on his mouth. He’s dead.

And as much as the scene shocks you, you are trained to entertain the Capitol, so you turn to them random woman.

“Go and find Millie. Tell her about this and do keep your mouth shut. Nobody can know beside my parents. Understood?” You indicate the woman with a broken voice. She nods in horror dissapearing through the corridor. When she leaves you can finally cry.

When you don’t know what else to do, you are holding onto Coriolanus Snow. You find comfort on his chest. And he immediately holds you back.

As much as you hate to admit it, you feel you are home in his arms.

With one hand, he closes the door of the dressing room and returns to completely be there to hug you. He smiles, knowing he’s already slowly winning.

Because when your parents find out what happened, they make you put a cute black and green velvet gown with crystals. They make you pretend nothing happened and you sit with Coriolanus and Tigris. Ignoring the upcoming rumors, and certainly not respecting the sudden death of Jan.

…

Two days later, Coriolanus finds you seating on a bench. You are eating a sandwich, looking lost. He takes a seat beside you.

“I’m sorry about Jan. It happened so suddenly” he doesn’t feel sorry. Opposite of what he felt about Sejanus and Lucy Gray. However, he firmly believes it was the only way.

“He was a wonderful man. A devoted dancer, with principales. He had a wife in District 3.” Coriolanus coughs. He wasn’t expecting that. Something twisted inside him, but he still didn’t regret or feel sorry.

“He didn’t seem the type to use narcotics…he must’ve been very stressed out” you add. Oblivious that you are talking with Jan’s murderer.

“Are you sure you are okay?” You roll your eyes sighing.

“No. I’m not okay, Coriolanus. Not since that cursed Reaping ceremony day”

“I’m just trying to be here for you” he admits, and it’s your breaking point.

“WHY DO YOU CARE NOW? YOU FAILED ME WHEN I MOST NEEDED YOU!” He looks around to see if anyone was around. But the place is empty.

“I know I committed many errors but-“

“BUT NOTHING, CORIOLANUS.” You spit out with such anger, that makes him frown.

“You violated the trust, loyalty, respect and love we had for each other. You dissapear after making me have a damn breakdown. Only to go after that nobody girl. And now you appear trying to mend things?” You won’t tell him about his denied petition and what you did. You just want to share all you couldn’t before at his face.

“Do you know how many doctor appointments I’ve had since you left?” He looks down.

“Twelve. And I have to swallow four different pills every day. Only to stay sane. And who’s fault it is? The hunger games, the galas, dancing, Lucy Gray Baird. But specially, you” when he looks up at you again, you are crying.

“If you really want to be here for me, you need to stay away and leave me alone.” You finall state, looking at his blue eyes one last time, before standing from the bench and walking away.

That wasn’t your day. Neither the following ones. Your pointe shoes died and your size was out of stock. The food took such a long time. Your parents left to have an audience in District 1 and your evening was to listen to music and cry.

But certainly what broke you once again was a phone call.

“Hello?” You answer.

“Y/n?”

“Tigris?” You ask. Her voice sounding worried.

“Yes, it’s me.”

“Is everything okay? You sound alarmed, dear” you are able to hear her sighing.

“It’s Grandma’am. She’s sick. Coriolanus is busy at the Univeristy and the doctor I requested hasn’t appeared” your heart beats faster.

“She has a strong fever and it’s been like that for hours.” She adds, finally sounding more worried.

“Tigris, calm down. I’ll call my cousin, he’s one of the most prepared doctors around. I’m going there with you in the meantime” you reassure her, already taking off your nightgown and taking out a dress and coat from your closet.

“Thank you, y/n. I truly appreciate this, thanks you.” You hang up after saying everything was going to be okay.

…

You see how changed is the penthouse. Fully renovated, with bright lights that contrasted the dark blue wallpapers. But you find interesting how the olive paint you brought is still there. And your portrait from the day of your eighteen birthday is still with the family pictures.

You wait outside the room of the elder woman, as your cousin is checking Grandma’am. You have to hold the urge from biting your nails. A maid offers you posca, but you can’t think about drinking at the time.

The front doors opens and seconds later, Coriolanus is there. He seems surprised to see you there. Since the day of your argument, he hadn’t see you. He tried calling you but your butler said you were out for the weekend to your grandparents house.

“Y/n?” He asks, dropping his coat on a chair.

“Tigris called me. She wanted a doctor for your grandmother” he worried a bit.

“Is she not feeling better. When I left she seemed better…” he says hurrying to go to her room, but you stop him, grabbing by his forearm.

“Don’t. My cousin is already there with her. I’m waiting for the results” Coriolanus only stares at you. He wants to smile. You came only to help his family once again.

“You look very lovely” you smirk, looking at his window with your arms crossed.

“Really? Your grandmother is sick and you are here saying how lovely I look today?” He smiles.

“You told me to wait. What else can I do?”

“How cynical of you” you respond coldly. After all you told him, he was acting like it never happened.

The door of the room opened and Tigris came out with your cousin.

He revealed Grandma’am was having a little difficulties in her lungs, which made her prone to catch a flu. He gave her some strong medicines and promised it would be fine with some days of resting.

After some minutes, you are also ready to leave.

You say good night to the Snow cousins and leave.

“Y/n. Wait…” Tigris comes out. Stopping you some feet away of the now working elevator.

“I-… Thank you.” She slowly says hugging you.

“It’s nothing, Tigris. I told Coriolanus once I would always help the people I love” Tigris suddenly feels so sad to hear you say that. She really hoped you and her little cousin had a different ending.

“He still loves you so much.” You fight harder against the tears when she says that.

“I know. And I still love him too. But… he never apologized. And I’m not ready to let go my resentment towards him.” You admit looking away.

“Although things did’t work out for you and Coriolanus, I really appreciate and care for you, y/n” se almost whispers in your ear. And your eyes water.

“I feel the same, Tigris. I really do” you reply slowly, controlling your voice to not sound cracked.

“I’ll come back in some days” she nods.

She lets you go and you finally head out. Not noticing that Coriolanus heard everything.

He never apologized.

That night, you are reading on the living room when your butler walks in.

“Coriolanus Snow is asking for you in the telephone” you thank him, walking bare feet towards the kitchen telephone.

“Yes, Mr. Snow?” You ask.

“I just wanted to thank you for coming today. You didn’t have to and yet you appeared here” you sigh.

“Whatever that happened between us has nothing to do with my relationship with Tigris and your mother” now he sighs, from his office, in complete darkness.

“About that y/n…” your hands go numb, and panic floods you.

“You don’t know how much I’m-“

“I know.” You interrupt him, cracked voice and you hang up.

“Sorry” he says through the dead line.

That night, you read his letters. The ones he sent when he was a peacekeeper at the 12. Where he seemed to have projected his more vulnerable and emotional side of his heart. Maybe he had been drunk, maybe Lucy Gray wrote them for him. You’d never know, and you preferred to ignore the idea of him actually feeling sorry.

…

A week later you’re applauding for Grandma’am as she sings for you. You smile, changing her pillow case and complementing how much of a sweet voice she had.

It’s getting late, and you must return to your house.

After wishing Grandma’am sweet dreams, you carefully close her door and you walk with the old pillow case away.

“Are you staying for dinner?” Tigris asks with a sweet smile, taking the pillow case from you. Coriolanus is seated, drinking something as he carefully looks at you. You ignore him.

“I must decline, dear. I have to go back and pack some things” she frowns, stopping to put some places on the dinning table.

“Pack?”

“Yes. I think I’ll spend the holidays at District 1. My mother is opening a new studio and she’s going to need help. And well, if everything goes right, I might even stay there” Tigris almost drops the pillow case. And Coriolanus almost chokes on his drink.

“What? Why?. What about university? The galas? Your production job for the hunger games” you shrug with an honest smile.

“Lately the Capitol life has... it has been a burden. I want to live a peaceful life. I want to heal” Tigris sends daggers with her eyes to Coriolanus. He coughs, uncomfortable.

“CORIOLANUS!” Grandma’am calls the man. And slowly, he stands up to to the woman. He hears you stay talking with Tigris. And he wants to do something to stop you from leaving. Now he can give you the life he couldn’t before.

“Is everything alright, Grandma’am?” The elder woman looks at him from her bed.

“Are you really letting that young woman to walk away again?” Coriolanus frowns.

“What?”

“You’ve heard me.” Even in her sick days, she was firm.

“She doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore” Grandma’am shrugs.

“I don’t think so. Her eyes shine sadly at every mention of you. She was part of the family after all.” Coriolanus remains quiet. But he admits to himself that’s what he missed the most.

“I think she always waited for an apology. One that never came.” His heart pounds very fast. He tried, and you hung up.

“What do you suggest me to do?” Grandma’am smiles, coughing tiredly.

“You run to wherever she goes and beg on your knees. One time you show her vulnerability and you’ll never do it again”

“You already won the money and respect. You’re just missing out the girl” Coriolanus sweats, but when he turns to look at her grandmother again, she nods, reassuring him.

“Go. Get her back, Coriolanus” without saying anything back, he leaves.

When he enters the dinning room, he only sees two plates of food. He looks at Tigris confused.

“Where’s y/n?” She shrugs, taking a seat.

“She just left.”

Coriolanus runs. He actually runs out of his penthouse and when the elevator starts taking to much time, he decided to choose the stairs as his getaway. He feels sweaty and agitated, but as he goes down, he can’t help but feel slightly happy, the adrenaline of making it on time make him hurry.

“Y/N!” He yells your name once he makes it to the lobby, where he can see you turning back to see him.

You are waiting for Trevor when he appears running towards you.

And before you can even blink or breathe, he gets on his knees.

“Coriolanus Snow. What are you doing?” You ask confused and blushed.

“I’m sorry.” He says.

“I’m sorry about all the stupid things I did. I’m sorry about letting you down. I’m sorry for ruining our relationship. For letting you in that hospital bed and return to do everyhting but apologize to you” you look at him perplexed, not believing his words.

“I can’t lose you again. Because I know you’re the last person I’ll love. I won’t trust anyone else. And nobody would have ever looked down at me like you did when I had nothing” you sigh, feeling the tears coming again. You know he’s not lying. You knew him so well that you sense it.

“If you let me. To give me another chance. I’ll do things right. I will never fail you again in life. You’ll be the only person I’ll cherish and show love.” He offers you his hand, and he looks very suppliant.

You blink quickly to soothe the tears. And you know he doesnt deserve you. But aren’t the best person, so maybe you two were actually meant to be together.and that’s the only viable reason to why you want to let your heart freely beat for him again.

“Please don’t go, y/n” he whispers, waiting for your answer. You sigh, slowly and shaking, but you end up taking his hand.

“You’ll better be the most perfect lover of the history of Panem, then” he wraps your fingers together, and stands up.

“I promise, I swear” he knows the memory of Lucy Gray would always follow him. As well of all the deaths he had caused. But nothing compared to the joy of him kissing you again.

Your lips welcome him in the most sweet way. And he finds himself smiling through the kiss, gently holding you closer to him.

It’s in the start of the Road of Hope in the Capitol where Coriolanus Snow had his fully owned penthouse. Where he had nothing, and now had won everything.

…

Time flies, things had changed, probably for the better. You made Coriolanus keep fighting for a good and healthy relationship. Slowly, he made you completely fall in love again. And although there was certain spark missing, you knew it would never come back. However, you had also accepted that both of you had grown up.

The late talks were mature now. Talking about the future of Panem, planning dinners together. The kisses were more passionate, unlike the softness that was all over your early relationship. The sex was harder rather than slow and sweet like the beginning. Coriolanus would like to leave many hickeys scattered across your body, make a wet mess of saliva and fluids. He loved feelings your almond nails leave gentle scratches across his pale back.

But certainly, the biggest change was the way you two were handling a life together.

After turning twenty, you got married. Soon Coriolanus bought the house he always wished to give you. The one with black and white tiles floor, beige walls and big stairs.

By the first week in, he had done many refurbishments and he had fucked you in every room, every corner and every surface of the house.

Till the day you turned twenty-two. By that time, you had almost ditched your dancing career. Sometimes you still had some chances to perform on galas. But Coriolanus convinced you to focus on public services and the production of the hunger games. Dr. Gaul had officially retired, and it was going to be the first year of Coriolanus as a game maker. Things had really changed.

But everything seemed fine.

“Dear, Are you ready?” You turn to look at your husband, who waits on the frame of the door.

“Just one moment” you run to slip into your silver heels before grabbing your purse.

Trevor kept his job as your chauffeur and Millie was now your private secretary. Sometimes you hated how formal your life had become. Especially now that Coriolanus had some plans in mind.

As soon as you arrive to the fancy patio from a million-dollar man house, many women eye you and Coriolanus.

“Remind me what are we doing here?” You ask him. He holds your hand tightly, smiling at many of the invited people.

“I’m assuming the role of game maker. You are giving a speech about the improvements for the 14th Hunger Games, my dear” you nod, clutching onto his cold hand harder. Both of you were kind of the sensation around the Capitol. You know how they whisper about your dress and your husband’s physic.

“You’re going to be fine. You always choose the right words. And your voice can charm anyone here” he whispers on your ear, pressing a soft kiss on your temple.

“Thank goddess I’ve been studying the constitution. Or else these men would bury me” Coriolanus laughs. Soon you enter the actual event. With long white tables, candles and everyone dressed either on red or black.

“Men around here don’t know how smart my wife is” he says shrugging, remembering how many honors you received from university. Some of the wives ask you to join them. You wave hello to them before leaning to your man.

“Do not make me jealous or leave me alone during the speech.” You firmly say to him.

“Of course not, my love”

“Love you.” And with one last kiss, you walk away.

For the rest of the night. You feel uneasy. Because you succeeded with the speech. But once you read the part from Coriolanus, you are at the verge of babbling.

He shared some of his initial proposals for the games. Like lowering the age of the tributes, increasing the obstacles in the arena, using more mutts, allowing weapons, and making the interviews with Lucky Flickerman longer.

It had been a long time since you think about the games so much. But that guilt you felt after seeing Coriolanus as mentor, never left. And after that dinner, everyone claps for your husband and you, after being considered as the couple of the next generation for Panem.

In the privacy of your new home, you constantly zone out to think about it. You can’t ask Coriolanus to stop the games, but he could make some changes.

You knock swiftly on his door.

“Come in.” You walk in and he drops the papers he was signing to smile at the sight of you.

“Hello, you.” he says cheekily.

“Hello, you’.” You reply. He indicates you to seat on his lap and you do so. His arms lock around you, hands resting on your back.

“Are you coming to bed anytime soon?” You ask.

“I just need to sign some things, darling” he watches you frown, and he won’t say you look older, because you don’t. But you certainly look wiser, mature and more like a woman rather than a girl.

“I’ve been thinking about the games” He’s all ears now. He knows you had some specific opinions. You had said in your first interview how brutal the games were.

“What about them?”

“I would never ask you to stop the games. But…” you stop, suddenly feeling a little nervous.

“But what, my dear?”

“Don’t you think those tributes are humans? Yes, the Districts deserve to be reminded of the consequences of their acts. But most of the tributes are kids. Who don’t even understand everything that conveys a war.” Coriolanus sighs, trying to choose the correct words to answer you.

“What are you suggesting?” He tries to sound calm, but the mere subject makes him a little irritated.

“I don’t know… Maybe giving them more opportunities?” He giggles, caressing the skin on your hips.

“Giving them opportunities means going soft on them. And going soft on them could trigger a new rebellion” this time you sigh, trying to persuade him by brushing his hair, softly grasping his chin.

“Not like that, Coryo. I mean… raising the majority age of the tributes. Giving them at least the chance to train. To eat a proper meal on the last night. To show who they are one last time before they’re sent to die” Coriolanus would always believe that you’re only one weakness was your humanity. How you always turned to see down on others, feeling guilty from being born with all the commodities.

So, he tries to ignore it. He tries to see your suggestions as a way to punish the tributes harder. Give them everything to then killing them.

So, he smiles, urging you to kiss him. You reply immediately, holding him closer to feel the heated proximity.

“I could arrange some changes. Would that make you feel better?” You nod on his lips, smiling.

“Now let me finish this before meeting you in bed. And I expect you have this thing off before I get there” he says grabbing your nightgown. You laugh with a potent blush, gently pushing him away.

“Don’t be silly.”

“I’m not being silly. In two days, we start the tour, we will be very tired to make love daily as we do now” you roll your eyes, almost running away ad your husband laughs, making fun of your embarrassment.

“This is madness. I’m going to bed” you say getting out of his office.

“Don’t forget about what I said!” He yells, making you smile in love as you leave upstairs, wishing good night to the maids and butler. For the record, you do not forget about your husband’s petition.

…

The best part of the house is the rooftop in your opinion. A terrace with cristal walls and ceilings that had a gorgeous view of the Capitol. A view that included some monuments and the snowy mountains surrounding the city.

You had a little bar there, an eccentric dining table and some couches with colorful cushions.

Grandma’am made you take some of his roses so you could start your own garden. That brought tears to your eyes. But now, it was only you and Tigris there.

You asked the chef to make some vegetables and creams as your sister-in-law arrived for dinner. Coriolanus and you were set to leave the next morning for his political campaign tour.

“Have you packed everything?” Tigris asks.

“Yes. I wish I could take Trevor with me. But only Millie will be able to come” you say smiling. Tigris notices how you constantly look at the door, hoping to see Coriolanus entering.

“Have you told him?” You shake your head at the woman.

“Not yet. Probably by the time we arrive District 4. We have good memories from there” Tigris smiles. She was really excited when you got back together with Coriolanus. She even made your wedding dress. And now she was so proud of the career you two were making.

“Sorry for the delay. I was arguing with some incompetent who cancelled the delivery of our new chandeliers” Tigris rolls her eyes as your husband cheekily smiles.

“Dinner isn’t ready yet anyways” you say patting his back as he takes a seat beside you.

“You shouldn’t be stressing over the tour. Your dear wife must’ve prepared the most wonderful speeches for you to say” Coriolanus smiles, turning to give you a peck on the nose, making you laugh.

“It’s not that, Tigris. It’s the time that’s freaking me out. I don’t want to be gone for almost two months.” You sigh, trying to keep everything together. You just pray that the tour goes smoothly.

“Each district will host you with all commodities” it’s a lie. Coriolanus isn’t ready to go to District 12 again. Where his father died, where he committed the worst decisions of his early life. He knows those days will be a little sour. But he’s willing to play pretend very well for you.

“It’s going to be fine. Pardon me, dart” Coriolanus says after seeing your face of over thinking. His wife is so smart that she’s probably wondering the same as him. And that’s the least he needs of.

You take his hand, before hearing the food has arrived. The air changes, the dinner flows happily as you talk and gossip with Tigris and your husband. It’s a great dinner actually.

Maybe he broke your heart when you were teenagers. But you delayed his political campaign for four years. Maybe he had looked too much at Lucy Gray Baird, but at the end it would only be you.

You could’ve done better to get rid of that guilt for participating in the hunger games, but you just realize that maybe you didn’t because you are not a good person either.

Even so, every morning, you wake up in his arms as he fulfilled his promise of never failing you again.

You just hope that the tour, the upcoming games and everything else doesn’t get into your way. Nothing can be a bother. Not when Coriolanus Snow’s first child rests peacefully in your womb.

The future was uncertain. But your past and present along him always seemed like… a hatred road.

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fyi, in my head, if reader hadn’t delayed Coriolanus political emergence, the second rebellion would’ve started earlier and probably it wouldn’t have been successful. (Basically it would’ve been like a second time “dark days” situation and then back to reconstruction again)

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ahhhhh, im.not the one who requested it buy I love the oneshot about catnap with the child he took care of after the hour of joy because of the kitty thing. Even though I'm not the one who requested it, is it possible I can request something in the same premise of it. Where catnap after taking care of the child for a long time is starting to run out of the food reserves the factory had, and he has to find other ways to feed them. Through feeding them like how he feeds the smiling critters in the playhouse on "meat" from you know who, or forcing the child to leave so they have a chance to find food. But catnap being catnap wants to keep her there despite so decides on the first choice, even though he had let the child get attached to dogday.

(I'm sorry this may show up on your ask box twice I ment to not send this anonymously but I did by accident so I wanted to correct that, anyways thank you for your absolutely amazing writing remember to take breaks when you need to and stay amazing❤️)

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Note || awe, no worries. Happy to see you in!

WC || 1,034

Sypnosis || emotions are scarce, food is too. It seems factory is getting to everyone, CatNap is left with unprecedented levels of risks.

The conditions of the environment were no doubt not very liveable ones, so he had tried his best to adapt to the conditions so that you may be able to live in his room comfortably or even walk anywhere else in Playcare. Even beyond the whole place in any case, he just wasn’t sure what to do anymore. CatNap was at an odds end within himself at deciding what to do, what would be best for you.

Should he force you to leave the factory in hopes you find food? No, you’d just get lost and scared, no doubt manhandled by an incompetent people that may pass you by in the process. You were just a kid, lonely and in need of companionship and being surrounded by people you could truly trust.

Though the colorful disposition and creepy toys in this place far proved the idea he needed to keep you safer more often. Knowing that you may as well get attached to some of the other toys you come across, CatNap was admittedly worried.

You were often inquisitive, curious to find everything your attention was captured by. That wasn’t of any good in his honest opinion, but he had to remain with a steady and cool head. So that when it may be, he can take care of you more properly.

CatNap didn’t want you to leave, he had become far too accustomed to your presence. Hearing your joyful laughs and giggles, staying so hopeful and strong in your own unique way. You certainly brought on a joyful aspect to his lonely life, even with all the others he had punished for being heretics.

DogDay, oh yes, he had to take some chunks from him. That was the last thing he wanted to do with all that has been said and done. But he truly had no other option, but his worst thought being as how you began to get attached to DogDay.

In retrospect however, he will admit that you can be cute and quite charming for just being a child at most.

“Mr…” You began, the crayon stilling to a stop. DogDay perked his head up, though the effort to move is indeed extraneous on his war-torn body (both literally and figuratively). “Hm, sweetheart?” He spoke out, his voice spooking you a little bit as he hadn’t spoken very often. You didn’t expect him to actually answer you or at all for that matter, but DogDay seemed kind to you. You wanted to get to know him at least, but to him, he was slight afraid – on your behalf, you didn’t know better on a lot of things. Especially the vying point is how his legs had been taken from him, most of it being fed to the smaller toy versions of the smiling critters and you too. Did you even know what you were eating?

You hesitantly stood up, leaving your paper and crayon to abandon. “Why are you chained up like that?” You asked with a tinge of nervousness, almost afraid as if you were going to incur some sort of angry emotion from the large dog. If he could truly move his own gaping black mouth, he would’ve been frowning right now. DogDay was concerned for you, as to why you were put in this situation.

“I am… just not a very good person, sweetheart.” His gentle tone carried an aura reminiscent of a father if you ever heard one. Your eyes were wide with curiosity, knowing it was okay to continue speaking with him the way you were. “But, you don’t look bad to me. You're even nice to me!” Your innocent tone had brought back a fragmented memory for DogDay, he chuckled with a warm spell about the air.

DogDay let out an audible sigh, “Not all things are as they seem, CatNap included.” His words incited a bout of curiosity in the flames of your stomach. Now this was something you needed to understand, “Stretchy kitty?” DogDay nodded, a chuckle escaping him once more. You simply were the cutest thing he had seen in a long while.

“I.. would say he’s not, kind or gentle as you would think him to be.” DogDay was nervous, irradiated by a different presence he had quickly taken notice of, but had continued on anyway. “CatNap, had uh, punished me Sweetheart. Wasn’t nice to his god.”

‘God?’ you thought, “what is that Mr?” You spoke out in reply, sitting down and closer next to him then you were previously. You were rather oblivious to the presence of such an omniscient aura, menacing enough to be sure. DogDay wasn’t sure how to explain the term finely, but you were curious, wanting to satiate that curiosity by always asking questions.

You deserved to have every single one of them answered, no matter how silly they may seem. DogDay had hoped the best for you, he had gotten rather attached to you. In spite of CatNap’s many warnings to not talk to you or even glance in your direction, not wanting him to bore your head with lies and spiteful attempts to turn you against him in any way possible. Well, DogDay had felt quite an intense hatred against CatNap right at this very moment, and found the courage to move on forward with his words. No matter what may happen to him, “God is uh, let’s say a very inspirational person… powerful even. But he can be a hypocrite too.” He nodded, tilting his head as if he was speaking through his movements.

“Sweetheart, you follow your own heart alright?” DogDay spoke hopefully, hoping to see that his words had gotten to you a little bit. “Never let anyone tell you otherwise.” You nodded with a fire in your eyes he hadn’t expected from you, but this a youthful you, easily impressionable and inspired. DogDay will forever be hopeful for you, and grateful he ever had gotten to speak to you in the past few days anyway.

A distant crying was unheard of, a lonely digressable cat, heart heavy and hurt. He began to cry silently, tears are there yet there are none.

I’ll shelter and adore you more than anything.

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Grid Kids: Escapades

Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: everyone’s favorite grid family takes on their biggest challenge yet … an escape room

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“Alright, who thought it would be a good idea to lock a bunch of F1 drivers in a room and expect them to work together to get out?” Charles grumbles, eyeing the cryptic clues scattered around the dimly lit space.

George smirks, picking up a coded message. “Well you’ve had plenty of practice trying to decipher Ferrari’s strategy lately, so maybe you’ve got an advantage here?”

The room erupts in laughter as Charles feigns a wounded expression. “Low blow, George! Do I not suffer enough already?”

Lando, fidgeting with what looks like an ancient artifact, suddenly blurts out, “Do you think this is like a button or something?” Before anyone can respond, there’s an audible snap and the artifact falls apart in his hands.

“Seriously, Lando?” Max exclaims, shaking his head in amusement. “First my trophy, now this? Hands off everything, please!”

You chuckle, patting Lando’s back consolingly. “It’s alright. Maybe breaking things is part of the puzzle?”

Lance, busy trying to fit a square peg into a round hole, adds, “At this rate, we’re never getting out of here.”

Mick, focusing on a puzzle piece, comments, “We’ve only got an hour, guys. Let’s get serious.”

Sebastian begins delegating. “Alright, George and Max, you handle the codes. Mick, Charles, focus on the physical puzzles. Lance, Lando — just ... try not to break anything else.”

As the room buzzes with activity, you can’t help but think that this is one of the best ideas you’ve had in a while. It’s hilarious watching these fiercely competitive drivers work together in a situation that doesn’t involve cars and tracks.

After a series of (mostly) successful problem-solving attempts, a loud buzzer sounds, indicating you’re out of time. The doors swing open, revealing a grinning staff member.

“You were only one clue away!” she exclaims, clapping. “Not bad for a first attempt!”

Max looks around the room, a smirk forming. “Well, if Lando didn’t break that artifact, maybe we would’ve made it.”

Lando throws his hands up defensively. “Hey! I added character to the room.”

Everyone bursts into laughter, making their way out. Another day, another adventure — this one off the track.

***

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sebastian mutters, amusement evident in his eyes, as he steps into the living room. There are strings hanging from the ceiling, makeshift locks on the furniture, and “cryptic” clues pinned everywhere, like Look UNDER the couch, accompanied by a not-so-subtle arrow pointing downwards.

You, equally surprised and amused, chuckle. “What in the world happened here?”

Charles steps forward, barely containing his laughter. “Welcome to the Grand Prix Escape Room! Guaranteed to be at least 90% more escape-able than the one we failed at.”

George adds, pointing to a padlocked fridge, “I did the food clues. Trust me, they’re the most challenging.”

Max chimes in, “And Lando ... well, we didn’t let him touch anything breakable this time.”

Lando mock-pouts, “One little accident and suddenly I’m the family menace.”

Lance hands you a paper that reads The KEY to success is WHERE you eat BREAKFAST. He grins, “That’s my contribution. Top tier clue, right?”

Mick has a mischievous twinkle in his eye, “I suggest you look in very obvious places. We wouldn’t want this to be too hard.”

As you and Sebastian navigate through the hilariously straightforward challenges — like the “hidden” key taped directly next to the padlocked fridge or the note on the oven saying THIS IS NOT A CLUE, just wanted to remind you we have pie — it becomes clear that this isn’t about the challenge at all.

It’s about laughter, family, and the simple joy of being together.

After an entertaining fifteen minutes, which involves Sebastian dramatically pretending to struggle with a code that's simply “1234,” you successfully escape.

Mick raises a toast with room temperature champagne (they forgot to place it in the fridge before it was padlocked), “To the greatest escape artists in the world!”

You laugh, “And to the best, most creative grid kids in the universe!”

***

You wake up to the soft chimes of your alarm, stretching lazily before noticing an envelope on your bedside table. Scrawled on it in mismatched rainbow crayons is Mission: Breakfast Heist.

Opening the note, you read:

Dear Y/N and Seb,

Your breakfast has been stolen! To get it back, follow the clues and embark on a thrilling adventure. Also, no cheating by ordering takeout!

The Breakfast Bandits (aka your grid kids)

Amused, you head downstairs, following a trail of strategically placed toast crumbs. In the kitchen, you find another note taped to the coffee machine: To get your morning brew, tell us a joke that’s new!

Sebastian, rubbing sleep from his eyes, joins you and declares, “Why did the coffee file a police report? It got mugged!” Mick appears from behind you, making both of you jump, and hands you two cups of coffee before backing away silently.

Chuckling, you move on to find that on the fridge, instead of a padlock, there’s a touchpad with a question on its digital display: What’s hot yet cool at the same time?

You ponder it for a moment, thinking of all the possible answers. Sebastian, catching on to the playful challenge set by the grid kids, smirks and says, “It’s the Iceman, isn’t it?”

You both laugh, with you playfully nudging Sebastian, “I always knew you thought Kimi was hot.”

Entering K-I-M-I on the touchpad, the fridge beeps in agreement and swings open, revealing a lavish breakfast spread and a note that reads: Breakfast is served! We might have kept it under lock and key but only to make it special. Enjoy!

From the doorway, the “Breakfast Bandits” applaud, their faces beaming with mischief.

Lance grins, “Took you long enough! And Seb, never knew you had a thing for Kimi.”

Charles joins in the teasing, “Seems like there are still some secrets in the paddock!”

Sebastian playfully rolls his eyes, “At least my secret doesn’t involve singing into a hairbrush every night before bed.”

Charles blushes as the room bursts into laughter. “Who told you about that?” he exclaims, pointing an accusing finger at Lando, who’s trying hard (and failing miserably) to stifle his giggles.

Lando attempts to defend himself through his laughter, “It wasn’t me! But if we’re confessing, who knew that Seb’s haircare routine involved more products than all of ours combined?”

Sebastian raises an eyebrow, pretending to be offended. “Gotta keep the locks looking good, don’t I?”

Max interjects, “Well, if we’re on the topic of secrets, who wants to bet on how many stuffed animals Lando has on his bed?”

Lando gasps dramatically, “Betrayed by my own brothers! Next time, I’m hiding them all in George’s room!”

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Hopelessly Falling | Azriel X F reader | PART TWO🌙

Azriel X Fem Reader

summary: Azriel is hopelessly pining after you. He rescued you two months ago and now you live in the library and help the priestesses. He spends everyday wrapped in thoughts of you, but you barely even seem to know he exists.

warnings: Angst kindve (your healing don't worry), blood mention, death, she/her pronouns used (If you’d like me to rewrite this series with male reader message me!), food, water?, cussing, I think that’s it?

word count: 1.6k

Part one| Part two || masterlist

The smell of old books and dust consumed your senses, thankfully the latter wasn’t as strong. The library, while boring, was still a beautiful sight to intake everyday.

Clotho was pleased with you today. You weren’t late like usual. Her reward for your on timing entrance was something different. It wasn’t your everyday re-shelving of books. You were sitting at one of the smaller study tables, only room for two. Of course, nobody occupied the chair across from you.

Around 45 papers surrounded you. Clotho had requested your research on some topic that was deemed important. You didn’t mind, it was a change in scenery. The table you sat at was tucked away in a corner on one of the darker floors. A lamp illuminated your papers. It created a soft yellow glow. The only noises to be heard were papers rustling and pen scratching on paper.

You found comfort in the moment, your mind having something to focus on other than the accident. Eventually, your hand cramped from the pain of writing for too long. You let go of the pen, sighing as you scoot your chair out. Your back pops like old bones as you stretch out.

A soft sigh leaves your mouth. Today wasn't as bad as the last few days. Your stomach didn’t growl, thanks to whoever knocked on your door at 8 am. When you opened it, there was nobody there. For a moment you thought you had lost it, but then a smell wafted from the floor. You had looked down, only to be met with a plate of two pancakes. Whoever had been leaving you food, was doing a good job at it. Of course- you did question if it was safe to eat the mystery pancakes but eventually you relented. The person who had knocked also woke you in time to be able to properly get ready, and get to the library on time. And the pancakes were mouth watering.

Your stomach definitely didn’t complain. Your fingers popped as you stretched them gently. You flipped through a few pages of your latest findings. To continue your research, you needed to go find a book. You stood, and started your adventure into the books to find it.

Upon returning, you found nothing amiss. Except for the ice cold water now sitting on a coaster. Confusion spread over your features. You approached the table. You already knew if you were to run around this floor looking for the person who had left it, you’d find no one. Whoever had been leaving you food and now drinks was a sneaky little bastard. You eyed it. No, whoever was leaving you food and drinks may not be trustworthy. You shouldn’t continue to indulge in their wonderful on-timing gifts.

Hours had passed, and the library grew quieter. The research proved to be somewhat interesting, keeping you content. Dinner should be in an hour or two. A few times you had to retrieve a few books, but it gave you time to stretch.

But the work got easier, the dots connecting and becoming less interesting. Copy and paste was all you were doing at this point. And it was now proving to be boring. It was giving you time for your mind to wander, and your mind never wandered to good places.

Drip drip drip..

Blood dripped onto your hand as you tried to stop the bleeding of your sibling. There was too much blood- everywhere. Was it yours? Theirs? You couldn’t tell anymore. Their eyes were blank, and they weren’t responding anymore. But they couldn’t be dead- nononononono!

They were alive, you just had to hold on. Keep holding on-

Drip drip drip..

Red stained your clothes and hands—

“Excuse me?”

A voice soft and gentle woke you from your daydream. A darkness surrounded you now, most of the light from the library being blocked out. Your head snaps to the man a few feet away. The shadowsinger smiles meekly, a smile designed to undermine his power. He nods when he sees he has your attention.

His eyes are soft and the hazel in them seems to glow brighter here. He has a book under his arm, one of your favorites. Two years ago you would’ve gushed at a man this hot.

“I’m sorry-“ he started, “I didn’t mean to interrupt your research.” He took a step forward, a small one. It was a cautious one, as if reassuring you were comfortable with him coming near.

You bit your lip nervously, but something in you told you that he wasn’t going to harm you. You had a hard time believing that- considering he was ‘The Shadowsinger.’ But you forced your body to tense, to worry. Anyone who got close to you died. You felt cursed.

He continued, “Do you mind if I sit with you? I prefer quieter places to read. And the house of wind hasn’t been- as..uhm well quiet.”

Your eyes narrowed, but softened. You understood that feeling. When nothing was quiet, you always found solace in a darker, quieter place. To be able to relax and let your mind dive into the wonders of a book, was- well, everything. Despite your lack of trust, you relented. “Alright..” You muttered softly, looking back down to your papers. You pretended to be focused as he took the chair across from you. But your ears tracked his every move. The way his movements were quiet but just loud enough you could hear and track them. It was weird, he was the spymaster. You knew he could disappear in any sense- especially sound. But he purposely made sure you heard his movements. Why?

He sat his book on the table where you hadn’t scattered papers. It wasn't until now you realized how much of a mess you had made of the table. It was a little embarrassing, so you reached and moved some papers. Your eyes found his, and his were already staring at you. His hazel eyes peered curiously at you. They were soft and you wondered if he was remembering that night. You did. You remember those same eyes staring as the healer stitched you up. But he smiled and nodded appreciatevly.

“Thank you.”

You nodded in response, snapping your head quickly back to your papers. You felt your face heat. You couldn’t understand why. You adjusted your body in your seat, grabbing a book and continuing your research. Throughout the time you remained there, your mind always wandered back to the man across from you. And so did your eyes. You were positive he probably felt uncomfortable with the amount of times he had caught you staring. His hands were beautiful like his face in every way. Despite the scars they were soft. You remembered them holding you as the healer worked on you. His leathery wings were spread and lounged lazily. His body had completely relaxed. He sat with one leg crossed over the other, his eyebrows furrowed as he consumed the words in the book. His facial expressions changed as he read, with different emotions. Some good and some bad. On the fifth time you got caught staring, you spoke up.

“Sorry- it’s just.. I really liked that book.” You muttered, feeling embarrassed under his stare. His smile appeared, his pearly whites appearing along with it. His wings shifted a little.

“Really? This is my third time reading it. I rarely find time to read, but when I do, I always find myself coming back to this one.” He said, eyes lit with childish excitement. He adjusted, his body mirroring your posture. You couldn’t help but feel excited. Your mind forgot all those awful memories and you focused on him. And before you could stop yourself- you two divulged into a long conversation. Your work was forgotten and his book was closed on the table as he nodded his head attentively to every word you spoke. Your conversation stayed on books, and the authors though. And it felt like the world slowly disappeared, except for you and him.

Despite the rumors, you find that you met a new man today. The first time you met him- during the accident, you met the shadowsinger. Today, you met Azriel.

“Would you like to join me for dinner?” Azriel asked gently. His smile was warm, and his wings flared, stretching out the stiff muscles. These chairs hadn’t been made for wings. Or at least wings as big as his.

His words caught you off guard, making you flinch. Dinner? You had no doubt dinner with him would be lovely. And you have no doubt both your plates would be empty for hours afterwards as you two talked the night away. You looked away, chewing on your lip gently.

“No, I have to go.” You said. You didn’t have to go. But you couldn’t let yourself get close again. This man was dangerous. He could be manipulating you. The thought of the sweetheart you had come to know in the past hour with any Ill intent made you upset. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t. You couldn’t. You couldn’t.

You watched as the light disappeared from his eyes and he frowned. He nodded slowly, processing yours words. “I see. Let me carry your books-“

“No.” You snapped harshly, hoping he would leave you be. You wouldn’t let anyone get close to you again. Your family got close and they all died. Brutally. You might as well be cursed. You gathered your items, shoving them in your tote, packing up hastily. Azriel stood. Your eyes raised to meet his, and you expected to find sad or hurt eyes. Maybe even angry. But all you found was the same soft eyes, glowing like honey in sunlight. He smiled.

“I understand, have a nice night.” He whispered. Not shyly, but gently.

His voice never went over a certain octave with you. Always remaining soft and gentle. His words were honest..no trace of anger was on him. And as he peered at you, it felt as if he could see everything. Every. Single. Thought.

You didn’t bother commenting anymore, and you turned abruptly bag in tow, leaving him behind in the library.

a/n: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed. Also I’m working on part two of Notice me 🥴 so prepare for that this weekend. 💖

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thexmistress · 6 months

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Happy Anniversary Ch. 2

5 years later Friday. March 20, 2023, 8:05am

It would be a lie if Satoru said he felt any regrets at this moment laying in bed with Utahime while their son came barging in their room and jumping on their bed making them laugh at his hyperness. “Look what I made dad! I drew a picture of me,” the boy pointed to the small blob on paper, “mommy,” pointing to the bigger blob in the middle, “and you!” Pointing to the even bigger blob making Satoru chuckle taking in the family portrait. Satoru sat up and placed Ren in the middle of him and Utahime.

He took the picture from the snaggle tooth child and examined it closer “This is a masterpiece Ren! I knew you took after me in many talents but this just takes the icing on the cake…. but why do I have black hair?” Satoru questioned the boy making the raven-haired child smile at him sheepishly “uh... I can’t find my white crayon, so I just made your hair the same as me and mommy” Utahime giggled and snuggled their child closer to her “well it’s perfect honey” she peppered kisses over Ren’s face making him giggle.

At that moment Satoru felt free watching the woman he loves with their child. He wanted nothing more than to savor this moment forever. Getting out of bed he looked towards them “Well how about we celebrate our son becoming the next Picasso and go out to eat for breakfast! I can call Uncle Suguru too so he can join us.” What Satoru thought was going to be another good day turned out to be the worst day ever in his life.

Breaking News: A car accident reported in Tokyo, Japan at 10:46am. A side-impact collision between 2 cars leaving 1 child in critical condition. The remaining passengers have been reported to face minor to no injuries.

JR Tokyo General Hospital 4:35pm

It has now been hours since they been at the hospital. Satoru never felt so scared and guilty in his life. It all happened so fast he didn’t see the truck coming from the side of them he blames himself for being too busy singing on the top of his lungs with his son and Utahime that he didn’t even had time to register the truck speeding towards them, towards Ren’s side. He had his face in his hands the entire time his son was in the operating room.

Utahime was embracing the sobbing man telling him it’s going to be okay trying to ease the pain they both were going through. They were so engrossed with one another they didn’t even notice Suguru running towards them looking frantic. Suguru stood in front of them and crouched down in front of Satoru before taking one of his hands, he turned to look at Utahime “Where is he? I came as soon as you called, what happened?”

Satoru was still looking down at the ground with tears that were silently flowing, face masked with guilt and anguish. “I-I… I didn’t see the truck Suguru, I swear I didn’t… we should’nt have left the house... it’s all my fault.” The man in front of them broke down again causing Utahime to reach out to him and pull him towards her into an embrace, rubbing her hands up and down his arm trying to console him. Suguru let go of his friend hand and looked at Utahime. They locked eyes for a few seconds sharing a moment of grief before she focused her attention on Satoru.

Another hour passed and the doctor came to them telling them their child was in stable condition but would need a blood transfusion due to the loss of blood during surgery. Satoru being the father hastily agreed to donate blood making Suguru glance at Utahime who was refusing to look the raven-haired man way. Satoru gave a quick kiss to Utahime before following the Doctor to do the blood transfusion while one of the nurses came to escort Utahime and Suguru to the new room Ren was transported.

Entering the room Utahime almost broke down seeing her child hooked up to an IV bag and a breathing tube. She quickly went to the side of the hospital bed and embraced her child’s hand tearing up at the sight of her baby. Suguru who was quiet this whole time was soaking everything in. It pained him to see Utahime and Ren in this state and he walked to the same side Utahime was on looking at her before glancing at the child that was unconscious……. “Is this our Karma?”

Blood transfusion denied. Reason: Not a match

“What?” Satoru srunched his face in confusion as he looked between Utahime, Suguru, and the nurse. Only two of them was refusing to make eye contact with him while the nurse looked at him with a look of pity. Utahime continued looking at their son laying in the hospital bed with tears threatening to flow down. “What do you mean it’s not a match? Is this a prank?” Satoru took a step towards the nurse “How am I not a match when that’s my son?!” Satoru yelled at the nurse who only looked at him with that same look that he didn’t want. She took a step towards him and placed her hand on his arm before saying the very thing Satoru was too blind to see. “It means you are not the father Mr.Gojo, I am sorry. But we need to find a match soon... When you all find a match, please come get me or the doctor so we can arrange the blood transfusion as soon as possible.”

With that the nurse left the 3 adults in the suffocating room. The tension in the room was unbearable and with Satoru still standing in the same position for the past 3 minutes the other 2 adults were starting to squirm in their seats. Suguru foot was tapping the moment the nurse told Satoru the news and it was at that moment Suguru realized he had enough, he couldn’t do this anymore so knowing the next few words that would come out his mouth would ruin the friendship him and Satoru shared he knows he couldn’t keep living in this lie. So, he stood up and faced Satoru who only looked at him with teary eyes and opened his mouth to say “It’s me. I’m the father of your child.”

It all happened to quick for Suguru to react because next thing he knew he was on the ground after getting punched in the face by Satoru. Security was called after many of the nurses tried to get Satoru to let Suguru out of a chokehold and soon after the white-haired man whose strands were painted red with blood had to be escorted off the premises. As he was being escorted out the room by police Utahime was clinging on to his arm rambling her sorries to him.

Her crocodile tears were making his ears ring and at that moment for the first time he truly felt regret, he couldn’t believe he was living in a lie for 5 years. He yanked his arm from her grasp and looked down at her with a look that made her stop her ramblings, “I don’t want to hear shit from you anymore, we’re done! I wasted 5 years! 5 years! That’s not even my kid in there! If you can lie to me about that, what else were you lying about?!” Before she could answer the police nudged him to continue walking out the hospital doors leaving the tear faced woman alone watching his silhouette grow smaller in the distance.

(Y/n)’s Apartment 11:20pm

You were glad you finally had a night off and Aimi was fast asleep on the floor with her blanket wrapped around her. Her white hair (that unfortunately she took after her father) was sprawled out in a tangled mess from all the playing she did at Yuji’s 6th birthday party earlier. You groaned because you could’ve sworn you dropped her off with a nice ponytail and was mortified when you came to pick her up and watched her running out the house with a bird nest on top of her head.

‘It’s going to be a pain to brush her hair tomorrow’ you thought to yourself. ‘She’s still adorable though… even with that bird nest on her head.’ You giggled to yourself before turning your attention back on your show taking a few sips of your wine. You hate to admit it but ever since you gave birth to Aimi you’ve been drinking a lot more and now it became a habit, a routine. If you didn’t have at least 1 glass of wine before going to bed you were going to get a little cranky.

Your parents mentioned going to counseling because they were convinced you were depressed…. which they’re right of course but you felt like talking about the hurt you went through with your divorce and the 2nd half of your pregnancy wasn’t going to change anything. You just wanted to stop feeling hurt, but you wouldn’t even say you’re still hurt…... oh, who are you kidding, you’re still hurt but it’s more on the numb side. You don’t feel your heart leaking but it’s leaking.

Having to take care of a spitting image of him doesn’t help either and don’t even get you started on how Satoru’s instagram was filled with the birth of him and Utahime’s child but none of yours…. he didn’t even show up to the labor. He came the day after and in the words of Satoru “I guess that counts for something right?” You started feeling irritated again thinking about that while you take another sip or four of your wine. You weren’t even paying attention to your show at the moment. Just thinking how lousy of a baby father he is. He barely even sees his daughter, the agreement between you both was you have her on the weekdays, and he would have her on the weekends. Before she could even turn 1 the agreement of him having her on the weekends turned into every other weekend which now turned into once a month or whenever he can “make time”. ‘That lousy son of a-’

*ring**ring* *ring* your phone going off interrupted your thoughts and your face immediately sours after reading the name. Now what business do he have calling this late at night? “What is it Satoru?” You asked answering the phone. You were met with silence and white noise. You were starting to get impatient and almost hung up until he sighed and spoke in a low voice. “Sorry to call so late.. I-I was wondering if I can come over tomorrow night to see you and Aimi… I-I want to discuss some things… there’s some things I need to apologize to you for. To apologize to both of you.” It was now your turn to be silent. He wanted to apologize? ‘Aren’t you about five years too late?’ Is what you really wanted to say and end the call right then and there but at the same time it’s been about 4 months since Aimi got to see her dad and she has been asking about her “Toru-ru” (a nickname she came up with since she learned to talk) you sighed and internally rolled your eyes before saying “okay, come over around 7pm.” You hung up tossing your phone beside you and eyed the wine that you still had in your glass…. After 5 years now he wants to apologize. You gulped down the rest of the wine feeling it warm your belly. ‘I guess that counts for something right?’

Saturday. March 21st, 2023, 6:52pm

“Mommy! Are we really going to see Toru-ru?” Your daughter was excited, her blue eyes were gleaming as she swayed in her seat. You never thought to correct your daughter into saying daddy instead of the nickname she came up with because in your eyes he was never really a good father to her anyways. “Yep. He’ll be over here in a few minutes, and we’ll spend some time with him, he wants to see his little princess.” You gave her a kiss on the forehead and finished adding the final touches to dinner.

You made creamy shrimp pasta with sun-dried tomatoes since pasta was Aimi’s favorite meal to eat. She loves pasta so much you always tease her that she’s going to turn into one which she would reply “That would be the best thing to ever happen!” You turned the stove off and started to wonder to yourself if you were really cooking this for Aimi or for yourself. Well…. you’re really doing this for yourself. You hate to feel this way but you long for the look in your daughter eyes when the 3 of you are all together spending time even though it doesn’t happen that often. You can’t help but to feed your crazy delusions in having that family moment of just you 3 eating dinner together because you felt like you were robbed of it. Of everything. And it hurts you that you couldn’t provide Aimi with that stable family environment like her friends. She may not mention it, but you know deep down it affects her.

The doorbell to your apartment broke your thoughts and before you could react your daughter is already opening the door yelling “Toru-ru!” Holding her hands out for the blue-eyed devil to pick her up. He chuckled and tried to match her enthusiasm as he picked her up giving her kisses all over her face “Hey my princess, now why are you answering the door?? What if I was a stranger? That’s not safe” He gave her more kisses to her face making her giggle “But you’re not a stranger to me dad” She gave him a toothy grin. ‘Bullshit. He damn near is’ you thought to yourself before setting up the dinner table.

Satoru walked into the kitchen looking at you and taking the sight of you in. It’s been about 4 months since y’all seen each other and he can’t help but to feel a little awkward, not knowing what else to say he put Aimi back on the ground before walking closer to you making you look up at him. He smiled at you, and you noticed his eyes were a little puffy. ‘Was he crying?’

“Hey (y/n) thank you for allowing me to come over and spend time with you and Aimi” he took a seat at the table and you placed a plate in front of him, “I mean you are her dad, you’re supposed to spend time with her right?” You couldn’t help but to let the attitude show through your voice and you scolded yourself because you didn’t want Aimi to catch on, it wouldn’t be healthy for her to know you absolutely hated her dad’s guts. Aimi took the other chair and scooted it closer to her dad so she can soak up as much quality time with him as she can. “Toru-ru! You wouldn’t believe what happened at Yuji’s birthday party yesterday!” She started rambling to her dad and as you were placing the food on their plates you were started to relish this time

With Aimi catching up with her dad you glanced at Satoru who was giving his daughter all his devoted attention laughing when she would say something ridiculous. You started to feel your heart leak again. You took your seat at the table near them after you filled your plate with food telling them they can eat. “And one time mommy had a friend over, and he was helping make spaghetti, but they spilled ALL the sauce on the floor, and they fell! It was so funny!” At that Satoru head perked up from his plate and he glanced at you “Mommy has a friend?”

The question was geared more towards you, and you couldn’t help but to feel irritated of that accusing tone. “Yes, I had a friend over last week and his name is Toji. He came over with his son for a play date.” Satoru only looked at you as his ears perked up at the name and couldn’t help but to feel jealous. Throughout the whole 5 years he knew you were single so hearing you have a new ‘friend’ and it’s a guy that also has a kid was kind of eating at him as selfish as it sounds, he knows he has no place to say anything but Satoru being Satoru couldn’t help but to let his jealousy show. “So, you’re setting up my daughter on play dates with boys now?” You scoffed because you couldn’t believe the audacity this man has. “You’re daughter? Do you even have the right to say that?”

You both were glaring at each other and Aimi wasn’t a dumb child she started to have a feeling this family time wasn’t going to go well so she sneaked out carrying her plate to the living room with her iPad trying to hold in her tears. You noticed the change in your daughter demeanor which made you even angrier at the man glaring at you. “Do you see what you are doing? She wants to spend time with you and you’re just letting yourself absorbed feelings get in the way of that!” It was now his turn to scoff

“me? You’re the one who just denounced my fatherhood in front of our child!” You rubbed your forehead already getting tired. You’ve been so tired for so long and the emotions your heart was leaking was starting to get a bit too much for you to handle. You got up grabbing your plate “you know what, you’re right I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that in front of her. I’m going to go upstairs you can still spend time with her.” You put the scraps of food in the trash and the plate in the sink and began to head out the kitchen until Satoru grabbed your hand softly turning you to face him. You looked up at him trying to hold back tears. He looked at you with so much emotion and he bit his bottom lip to keep him for crying for the 10th time today.

“What is it Satoru?” You softly asked as you glanced away. You were suddenly taken aback when he embraced you into a hug. You felt him place his hand on the back of your head while his other arm was wrapped around your torso. He held you so close to him that you could hear his heartbeat and you swore you could hear his heart leaking like yours. “I’m so sorry (y/n), for everything, for cheating on you to abandoning you when you were pregnant, God, for not being there for Aimi,” he started sobbing on your shoulder and a part of you wanted to console him, but your arms just laid to your side. “Satoru please let me go so we can sit down and talk.” he didn’t want to let you go but he listened and sat down at the same table where he left you 5 years ago. It felt like déjà vu for him and if he could rewind time to stop himself from betraying you, he would. At this moment he would give up his kidney to be able to go back in time. He couldn’t help but to feel like this was his Karma and he never felt so wrong in his entire life.

“Why now? Why after 5 years?” You broke his train of thought as you stared at him from across the table with a stoic expression and arms crossed. “I –“ He began to answer but you cut him off, “why didn’t you show up when I was in labor? Why didn’t you keep your promise to see your little princess every weekend? How could you cheat on me while I was pregnant? While you were living with Utahime in her big house playing daddy I was here working overtime as a single mother…. And I still am, we would’ve got evicted out of this apartment if it wasn’t for Toji who paid our rent 3 months in advance to give me breathing room. God! I’ve only known him for half a year and he’s already been more of a father to Aimi than you ever been for the whole 5 years she’s been on this earth. He’s spent more time with her than you ever did, and I’m not even dating the guy, he does it because he wants to!” You sighed rubbing your face with your hands feeling the tingling sensation of your eyes water,

“I just felt so abandoned and alone Satoru. The trauma from the pregnancy to the birth to now is just too overwhelming for a simple Im sorry. I honestly don’t even want to hear it because it’s not going to change anything that I went through. It’s not going to change the hurt Aimi would feel when she can’t spend time with her dad cause she doesn’t ‘fit in his schedule’…. So why now after all of that are you here to apologize?”

You were breathing a little heavy after your rant and you still sat across from him waiting for his response. It was like your words knocked the wind out of him. He was so riddled with guilt and regret that he couldn’t keep his eyesight from blurring due to the tears. “I wasn’t a man… I’m not going to make excuses for my actions because there are none…. I found out yesterday that Ren isn’t my son. Suguru is the father and at that moment I felt so betrayed by both of them that I thought about you and how I betrayed you. I’m sorry that it took all this time for me to see that…. I... came here to apologize to you and I want to do better for our daughter. I wasted five years raising a son that wasn’t mine when I neglected my own daughter. I know what we had is over and what I did to you is unredeemable but,”

Satoru got up from the chair and walked in front of you and started to get on his knees keeping eye contact with you before bowing to the ground with his head touching the floor. “Please let me redeem myself to our daughter, please let me show you both that I will be a better father for her, please.” He was still bowing on the ground, and you couldn’t help but to feel a little pity for him…. But at the same time, you felt like why should you give grace to the man that was literally the cause of your depression until you remembered the sight of your daughter when Satoru came and how happy she was. You may not be as forgiving but a child seems to always forgive their parent for their shortcomings. You ran your fingers through your hair and sighed before giving in. “Okay... let’s start with you having her on the weekends.”

(A/N: “Fuck it let’s do it, fuck it let’s do it.” We making this shit into a series, fuck it lol! But please excuse any editing, grammar, or whatever mistakes I may have in this chapter…. I may or may not have been writing this while sipping wine :P ANYWAYYSSS With the news of Ren actually being Suguru’s and Utahime’s child and the addition of Toji being in y’all’s life I just can’t leave the story with too many loose ends like that lol. I was writing this with the intention of this being the finale, but we still got a few questions and topics that need to be answered. So, I’m giving this series at least 10 chapters. And I don’t even know what will happen. Did Ren survive? Why was Satoru such a deadbeat father? Will Suguru and Satoru friendship ever return to what it was? Will Satoru and Utahime get back together? Will you and Satoru get back together? Will Satoru still see Ren as his own? And what is the truth behind this ‘friendship’ between you and Toji? Ugh. I just opened a can of worms yall…. I made more work for myself lol. But I hope y’all enjoyed this chapter!!!! I will try to update on my off days this week. So, chapter 3 and 4 might come out this Wednesday and Saturday? All I know is we might need a Valium and 3 shots of tequila once we get finished with these people)

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bunny-eats-fox · 8 months

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chaos

- miyamura izumi

warnings: mostly fluff ; physical violence mentioned (hori against miyamura in the past, like a slap to the face and hitting him) ; comfort wc: 1074 an: now... i get it, slapping ppl as a comedic relief is v anime-esque and shouldn't be taken too srsly and all, BUT... her hitting him, biting him and slapping him constantly is just... blergh. i dont find it funny nor cute n bc of that, here are my two cents how it could "affect" him bc i am a writer and i interpret way too much into everything especially regarding my favs... have fun!

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Your day had been a catastrophe.

Your toxic boss yelled at you in front of everyone for a mistake that he did but blamed you for. Your heel broke off on the way home which made you stumble and drop the phone you always held in your hand, onto the concrete. This incident in turn, made you late for your commute home and the bus drove off the moment you rushed around the corner. And, if all of that didn’t already had you clenching your teeth and clutching your purse tight to your chest to not burst into tears, a crow then decided to relieve itself onto your shoulder, staining your brand-new blazer.

Safe to say, when you came home, Miyamura’s “Welcome back.” immediately got stuck in his throat when he saw you: Exhausted and on the verge of tears.

“How about you take a nice, long and hot shower and then we eat on the sofa tonight, hm?” That was all he said and you, sniffling, just nodded and limped away to your bathroom to clean the poop off of your blazer and wash away that horrible day.

You were thankful and content when you managed to just snuggle up against your boyfriend and enjoy the meal that he cooked. It was a quiet dinner while you watched TV and when you were done, you left the dishes on the living room table and just cuddled and enjoyed his company.

But then…

It was a minor accident.

So small, in fact, that it was wasted energy to even think twice about it.

Yet, that small thing finally set you off.

Izumi reached out to grab his glass, but, as he looked at the TV, he somehow managed to knock it over. All of it spilled over the table and your legs.

Was it hot and burned you? No.

Was it something sticky and gross? Also no.

Yet, that one, additional tiny inconvenience broke the camel’s back and you started bawling the moment the mere water dripped down your legs.

Once you started crying, you also started yelling at him for not being careful, for being so clumsy and how horrible your day was. Meanwhile, Izumi, who had already apologized and patted your legs dry with some paper towels, just let you vent.

Now. You were someone who had always talked with your hands. You gestured with your hands greatly no matter what you talked about and with what kind of emotion. Izumi knew that. Though, you had only dated for a few mere months at that point and he hadn’t heard you yelling and crying like that before. It did remind him of someone and he thought he knew what to expect.

Hence, when you finally turned to face him and you raised your hands for another big gesture, you were taken aback for a second and even stopped mid-sentence. Miyamura, who had flinched and visibly moved his head sideways with his eyes closed, looked like he awaited a punch or something. His reaction felt like someone had punched you though. Did he really think you would… hurt him like that?

Immediately, you started to consciously control your breathing to calm down again. This was no time to get so angry over something so small. Especially because to you, his reaction was concerning.

“I-I’m sorry. I totally overreacted.”, your voice shook still, “I had such… a horrible day today and… then this happened and… and I’m so sorry for blowing up like that because of… some stupid water. I’m sorry, Izumi.”, your voice broke at the end and you only whispered the last words as another unwanted sob escaped your lips, yet you still took deep breaths to calm down.

“No, it’s okay, please, don’t apologize. It was my fault I spilled water all over you. You can still hit me if you want.”, he immediately said and hugged you tightly afterwards.

“What?! No!”, you cried and pushed him away just enough to look at him, “Why would I do that? I would never. I do gesture a lot with my hands, so I’m sorry if it looked like it, but I could never. I love you, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh…Right.” Izumi looked truly baffled by that for a few moments. As if you had just told him you found the 8th wonder of the world.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n) I think… I’ve just gotten used to it.”, he laughed uncomfortably as he didn’t really know how to properly react now.

You just wondered what the hell his past girlfriend did to make him get used to getting hit in the face…

“Geez… don’t get used to that. That’s not okay.”, you whined and then jumped into his arms again, burying your face into the crook of his neck while you hugged him tight.

Miyamura didn’t know how to properly answer that, so all he did was hum in approval and squeeze you tightly. He, himself, didn’t even think that the hitting thing his past girlfriend used to do would even affect him. However, when he saw your big hand gestures, a sense of familiarity shot through his body and he physically got ready for another slap to the face… Hence, when you apologized and told him you would never do that, he was so surprised and speechless, since he was used to being blamed and apologizing for everything.

When you let go of each other, your tears had finally dried and you could smile a little again.

“Thank you and I’m sorry. You cooked for me and everything and I yelled at you like that over something so stupid. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course. I know you had an atrocious day, so that was just the last thing that pushed you over the edge. Don’t even think about it anymore.”, he reassured you and gently, but also teasingly, pinched your cheeks.

“Mn. Thank you. I love you.”, you leaned in to peck his lips.

Izumi quickly reacted and didn’t just let you escape like that, instead, he followed your movement to kiss you properly after he returned those sweet words, thus making you both fall back onto the sofa. Certainly, at that point and after all the things that had happened today, all you both needed were a tight embrace and some kisses and cuddles. And you, as well as your boyfriend, very happily provide those for each other.

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all characters canonically under 18 are always aged up ; english is not my native language so i apologize for any mistakes ;

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yowyowyaoi · 9 months

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Itachi’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki

From Konan

Nobody eats until you come out and eat with us 😤

Thank you! You’re the only one who even noticed 💙

You need to do a better job of hiding that kitten lol it pushed open your door and walked down the hallway again

Of course! You know where I keep it you don’t even have to ask 😊

I know I’ve spoken to Nagato about them he’ll handle it

You have GOT to come try this new massage chair I got it’s heaven 😌

From Deidara

Come on I was just kidding!!

Please call him off if he bites off my hand again Sasori said he won’t replace it 😔

Sharingan is not art it’s dirty cheating

The counter is covered with plates of eggs, did you do that weird sleepwalking thing again?!

Me and Hidan and maybe Tobi. Come on take the stick out of your ass and just come with us!

I’ll paint them if you braid my hair first.

Why do you always blame me?? Hidan probably took it!

Omfg I SWEAR I meant that for Sasori!! 😳 Please please don’t show Kisame he’ll kill me 😫

From Zetsu

He’s just so emotional is that an Uchiha trait?

I can literally smell your exhaustion you need to go and rest

Yeah very cute. Be a shame if someone ate it 👀

He was doing fine. Got a lot taller. Looks a lot like you in the face.

No I’m glad you made him leave that dude freaked even ME out 😵‍💫

From “Tobi” aka Obito

Can I borrow your face cream? This mask makes my skin itch like crazy!

God stop it man are you TRYING to speed up going blind?!

Would he take your last name or would you take his? 🤔

No. Never. They think I’m a dumbass, remember?

Little more time in the sun would probably help 🤷🏻‍♂️

“Crushes” are for little kids. And anyway he hates me 😔

I thought about that yeah. Reminded me of your mom’s. She always made the best ones.

I’m not sure of anything kid. But we’re in it too far to back out.

Idk you just looked super pale

Ask Sasori to make you more, they’re helping a little

Idc what Zetsu says. I can do a lotta shit but cannibalism isn’t one of them 🤢

You think I didn’t see you sneak in that pie? Either share or I’m telling Kisame.

From Nagato

Come and join Konan and I for tea. We’ve got a new blend we think you’ll like.

Permission granted. Just be back within three days, I’ll be sending you two on a mission then.

Thank you for the tips. My eyes feel much better now.

Take your time reading it. When you finish I’d love to discuss some of the themes with you.

I know you dislike meat but perhaps a bit more protein might help improve your stamina.

I don’t mind but do not let Kakuzu see it.

From Hidan

Movies with me and blondie?

Yeah but he’s half-animal right? Still counts, pervert.

PLEASE make the splinters in the ass joke PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU😭😭😭

If I didn’t take a piece you would have ate the whole fucking thing yourself and your stomach would burst. You’re welcome 😊

No that was definitely Deidara’s gay ass

Mask boy’s looking for you

Oh right like Kisame wouldn’t beat my ass for that 🙄 Nice try asshole

God damn it’s 3am when the FUCK do you sleep?!

We’re not “plotting” anything just come with ffs 🤦‍♂️

It was an accident and I didn’t even look that long don’t tell her she’ll slice me up with that sharp-ass paper 😖

From Kakuzu

You always being on time with your rent is most appreciated.

To be honest I don’t really know. But at this point I’m too far into my feelings for him so this is my life now.

Getting enough sleep is important. Nagato agrees that a new mattress would be in your best interests. No arguments.

I’ve ripped off his leg and made it clear it won’t be returned until he returns your property to you.

I’ll consult with Sasori and get back to you.

Konan is insisting everyone text you to come down to eat. It’s my turn. Be advised that continued delay will result in one or more of us coming and retrieving you by force.

From Sasori

Please inform me right away if you notice any adverse side effects. I may need to change the medication or adjust the dosage.

Oh, thank you for reminding me. I wouldn’t want a repeat of last year. What sort of gift do you think I should give him?

You’re more than welcome to anytime. You know I don’t sleep.

Finding the correct body is the most difficult part. All that follows is merely routine.

He can be very sensitive. I’m still learning to decipher and appropriately react to his emotions.

May I borrow that book when you’ve finished it?

Heh. That’s actually very funny.

Try not to overdo it. Your chakra levels still haven’t recovered from the last time.

You may want to hurry back. Zetsu has been circling outside your door like an animal and trying to sniff under it. That lock may not hold.

From Kisame

You remembered your meds today right?

Did you eat?

Yeah? I bet I could work out that tension 😏

Cake is not acceptable for every meal, Itachi.

I got a new blanket, very soft. Come test it out with me 💙

I’ll talk to him about it don’t worry.

For God’s sake just TAKE A NAP!

Have fun but watch your back, I don’t trust those two.

Pretty warm out tonight. Midnight swim later? 😏

You left your necklace on my dresser

Leave it there. You’ve already got one illicit pet you don’t need a second.

I’m cooking, you’re eating. No objections.

My hands are craving being in your hair 😔

I did not eat him. Zetsu is a liar.

You got any more pics like that? Please? 👀

I 💙 you too

#itachi uchiha #texting #the akatsuki #kisaita #kisame x itachi #kisame hoshigaki #hidan #deidara #kakuzu #sasori #zetsu #nagato #konan #🦈🍡#Akatsuki Daily Texts Series

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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Hit By Fate

a Steve Rogers x Reader life lesson

[This is my own entry for my 1-1-1 Challenge, but also is a very belated gift fic for @itickledthesleepingdragon. May we all remember that we are worth care and consideration!💜] WC 2365

Recommended links: Habibi Through The Years--The Old Guard fandom, Joe/Nicky (Ao3) Invaluable--Star Wars fandom, dad!Obi-Wan

Summary: It's just an accident, and you're totally fine. One handsome man, however, does not agree.

It’s not their fault; it’s just bad luck.

You should have texted to confirm this morning, but since Syd told you she’d text you if anything changed, you didn’t want to pry. Your friends make enough fun of you already for never coming out. You didn’t want to give them one more story in their long list of times you bailed. They already think you’re allergic to fun, so tonight you were going to show them.

You’d rushed to the restaurant after work. You even woke up early to do your hair before work so that you’d still look nice. You brought a purse to transfer your wallet and keys and makeup into so as not to carry your much larger work bag around. You even drank less water the entire afternoon so you wouldn’t be rushing to the restroom and slowing down your cross-city commute.

But then you arrived and there was no reservation.

Not under anyone’s name.

The hostess seemed outstandingly indifferent to your situation. You stepped aside for other patrons, sneaking peeks through the wonky glass dividers to catch a glimpse of your friends at a table maybe, and you texted one.

>>Hey.

<<Whaddup? Tiff replies.

>>You guys here yet?

<<Where?

You give the name of the restaurant and feel your guts crash to the polished wood floor.

<<We were there earlier. Yeah. Why?

Your hands start to shake with anxiety and a touch of rage.

>>I thought we were meeting at 7

The dots show up and disappear. The hostess huffs, staring at you while striking through a line on her paper. You’re blocking one of four total doors to enter the building, but apparently, that’s still taking up too much space.

<<Syd and Karol got off at 4 so we just had drinks early

<<TGIF

<<On a pub crawl now

They know you still work tomorrow. They know you likely would barely drink at dinner. You know exactly why no one would bother asking you if you could get out of work early, and you know they would not try any spontaneous fun for your first time out in months. They didn’t ask because they knew you’d say ‘no,’ or even worse, they knew you’d say ‘yes’ but be uncomfortable the entire time.

You try to call Syd, a last-ditch effort to get a lock on just how drunk or how far away they are. You tell yourself that if they are close and seem relatively coherent (and if the bar serves some small plates of something because you are hungry) then you’ll go. You will absolutely go.

Syd doesn’t pick up. You try Karol. No dice.

Fine. You turn to ask the hostess if there is space at the bar to eat, but she looks at you with such annoyance and a raised finger while she handles a couple who clearly out-rank you in some way.

Defeated, you leave instead.

This whole thing has taken so little time that you’d have to wait another ten minutes for the next bus back. You just walk, staring down at your phone, willing one of them to talk to the other, willing one of them to realize they’ve left you behind.

Do they even care that they’ve done it? Are they even your friends anymore?

The sad part is that you don’t go out much, but these are the friends you go out with the most. It just so happens that’s a few times a year, and that is you trying. This is you pushing yourself.

It’s not good enough.

Just as the WALK sign lights up at the street corner, the dots show back up under Syd’s message, and you shove it closer to your face.

You don’t see it coming.

A cab’s bumper smacks your left leg and bats you sideways. The solid hit feels like a tumble on the ice rink. It spins you, your phone flying out of your hands, and you’re scrambling not to fall. Your muscles tense every which way that’s not natural, probably looking klutzy.

You shoot back up too fast and look around, wondering if people are staring at you now, but the few other people crossing simply walk on by.

The cabbie only rolls down his window.

“You okay?”

Not actively concerned. Not getting out of the car. Not even apologizing.

But if you’d kept walking, you’d be across already. If you weren’t just standing there, the cab would be able to turn and so would the several others behind him.

One honks.

“Fine,” you say quietly, waving him on for emphasis and stepping back to find your phone.

All the effort of the day, all the preparation mentally and physically, and you are stranded on the wrong side of the road, exactly where you started, metaphorically and near-actually run over.

You have to crouch down by the curb and pray your phone didn’t slide into the gutter, wincing at a particular angle that shoots pain up your left thigh. Maybe you aren’t fine.

“Miss?” a tentative, low voice calls above a classic pair of Converses on the sidewalk. “Think this is yours.”

A man in glasses and a ball cap hands your phone back, the screen mercifully intact.

It’s such a tiny blessing in this string of unfortunate events.

The breath you take turns into a whimper and ends in a sniffle. Tears sting your eyes as you start to think about what happened—what really happened—in the past minute.

“Thank you,” you choke out, snatching the device. The gesture seems aggressive after the fact. “Sorry. Thank you,” you try again.

“You okay?” How the same two words can sound so different from two people, you’ll never know, but the difference floors you harder than the car’s impact.

With the utmost care, the stranger’s hands lightly touch your shoulders and guide you out of the road.

“I’m fine.” You’re an automated recording, retreating to a quiet and lonelier space in your mind. “I’m fine. Thank you.”

“You got hit by a car,” he says bluntly.

“No, just a—“ you look up into the man’s face, his blond hair, his blue eyes, his strong jaw, his height “—graze.”

“Yeah, you got grazed by four thousand pounds.”

“You’re…” All you can do is point at Captain America’s chest and blink.

He frowns and whispers. “You recognize me?”

Somehow that’s the strange part?

“Shoot. The glasses usually work. Don’t…please don’t make a big deal, but I…I’m sorry I couldn’t pull you out of the way.”

Steve Rogers buries his hands in his jean pockets, folding himself more into the cover of his hoodie and leather jacket.

“You wanted to help me?” you croak.

He ticks his head in confusion, respectfully indicating that you’ve asked the one and only dumb question known to mankind.

“Why?”

You don’t even know what you’re asking about now. Why me? Why today? Why now? Why not? You don’t notice your hands are shaking until he grips them gently.

“I can take you to the hospital,” he offers.

“I’m fine.” The repeat earns you another frown. “I’m not…hurting,” you clarify.

“That’s called shock, sweetheart.”

Steve seems to catch himself and sighs.

“Sorry. What I mean to say is let’s find you some water and somewhere to sit, okay? I’ll check you out then.”

You nod immediately. He’s only half-turned when Steve spins back around.

“Not check you out check you out,” he mumbles, “just like a once over. No, not…” he sighs harder. “I am going to make sure you are alright.” Every word is strategically emphasized.

He leads you to the nearest bench. His head stays down the entire way to a newspaper stand to buy you a bottle of water.

You can tell by the way Steve monitors every move of the bottle to your lips that he fights doing it for you. From his overly attentive posture, you’re surprised he waits a whole minute to ask how you feel yet again.

Still stunned, honestly, but it’s not just your left leg that aches, it’s your whole body. That seems too pathetic to admit aloud, but if you say the ‘fine’-word one more time, he’ll surely carry you to the dang ER. He has that look.

Instead, you admit, “I’m hungry.”

A smile blossoms over his features. “I can help with that.”

The boyish glee with which Steve Rogers walks you (gingerly) to a nearby, hole-in-the-wall pizza parlor is endearing. You’re not a patient for those minutes, and when he orders for you both (there are three lines on the board and that’s the menu) while you claim a teeny tiny booth, you’re not a victim of your day.

When he tells you how he found this place originally, how it’s almost like the pizza he remembers from long ago but better, you’re not alone anymore.

“Were you going to get food when…” Steve trails off.

Maybe it’s the shock wearing too thin to mask the rest. Maybe it’s the hot cheese warming your insides and melting your anger. You spend the next ten minutes blabbing about what happened with your friends and explaining what you were doing when the cab hit you.

“So you weren’t even okay before the car?”

His words throw you for a loop.

“No, I mean, it was just a misunder—“

“You’re doing it again,” he cuts in. “You’re diminishing you in the picture.”

You take a long swig of your soda while staring blankly at him. You watch Steve realize you aren’t even going to impose on him for an explanation. He drops his slice on the plate and holds out his huge hands as props.

“The whole picture of your day, right?” His arms are wide, then he points at things on the table. “You told me about Syd and why it’s ‘fine’ that she changed plans for her own convenience. About Tiffany and Carly—“

“Karol,” you sputter mid-sip.

“Carol, right, sorry. Everyone has a -y in their names now. I just assumed.”

“Karol with a -k,” you add.

Steve…ponders whether that’s some sort of joke before waving his hands to regroup. “You told me how your other friends—using that term loosely—rationalize leaving you to eat or even navigate the city alone—“

“I don’t need a chaperone.”

“Debatable,” he chuckles. “And then you tell me about how the cab driver probably didn’t need the hassle of dealing with some minor injury he inflicted on—and I quote—‘someone.’”

His eyebrow pops up over the rim of his glasses as if that will drive his point home, but you’ve got nothing.

“Where are you in the picture?” he finally blurts. “It’s your time and your effort and your body and your safety, and you just told me everyone else is more important. They all deserve consideration before you in your own life. Including some driver who could have killed you!”

He’s getting visibly agitated the more he talks, and you shrink in the seat, not out of fear but out of guilt for taking an evening of Captain America’s time to yourself. If your friends couldn’t even stand to spend a meal with you, it makes sense that Steve would be annoyed with your company.

“Wait, there,” he points directly at your face, “what was that thought? What did you just think?”

“I—I’m sorry I—“

“What do you have to be sorry for?” Steve asks bluntly.

He must see your eyes glisten with more unshed tears because his whole body visibly softens.

“You showed up at the place you all agreed on—“ he counts on his fingers “—at the time you were told, and walked across a street with right of way.” He does what you are beginning to think of as his signature sigh. “Am I missing something?”

All you can do is chew on your bottom lip.

It takes you what feels like an eternity to notice. “I could have really been hurt,” you mumble finally. “That’s not okay.”

Steve stretches his long arm across the tiny table, opening his palm to await yours.

“I hate to tell you this. You don’t have to be torn open to be ‘really hurt,’ sweetheart.” This time he says the nickname with firm intention. He squeezes your hand. “Now, I’d appreciate it if you’d come to the infirmary with me and get some industrial-grade salve on what’s sure to be a nasty bruise.”

You smile sadly, still pushing away errant thoughts that you’re imposing on the Captain.

“And by the time that’s over…it’ll be time for a late-night dessert before I take you home.”

In the fluorescent light, you can see him blush fiercely.

“As an escort—escort you,” he corrects, “to your door, I mean. For safety.”

He shrugs uncomfortably to adjust his layers of disguise, hanging his head, this time to hide his face from you.

“If you ever wondered why I’d go out to pizza alone,” Steve whispers, “wonder no longer.”

He scoots across his side of the booth to stand.

You think for a long moment.

This is important. This is one of the most important men in the country—nay, the world—begging you to be the protagonist in your own life. He wants you to want that.

You deposit the last grease-crumpled napkin onto the stacked plates and clear your throat. “I like this picture,” you say first, but it’s not enough. It’s not loud enough. It doesn’t hold weight or take up its due space.

You try again.

“I like being in this picture.”

He’s tall and his gleaming white teeth are perfect and his bright blue eyes are framed by long lashes and he’s staring right at you. How could you not shoot your shot?

“I’d—“ you fight the urge to look away “—consider seeing a sequel, too.”

Steve pushes up his fake glasses and nods, still pink in the cheeks. His hesitation reads as shy, not polite, not dutiful.

He juts out an average, hoodie-covered elbow for you to balance on.

“S’pose that means I should know your name, miss, and what your favorite flavor of ice cream is.”

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A/N: In case you were wondering, the life lesson I wrote Steve Rogers teaching us is one that I constantly struggle with, too. This is an everyday, uphill battle to recognize our own worth and know that taking care of ourselves is not selfish. I hope this serves as a wee reminder!

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captain-mj · 10 months

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Vampire Part 6

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Content Warning: Implied delusions?? It used to be true but not anymore and that upset Ghost

Soap got to work immediately on Ghost’s new mask. He needed something that would cover the majority of his face while also not bothering his new ears.

Ghost was lounging on the couch, giant body on display.

Soap had to bite his lip and look back at the mask that he was working on. Images of those teeth and that mouth around his…

Anyway.

His throat hadn’t quite healed. The bruising had faded but there were two holes in his neck that looked like they might scar despite how gentle Ghost had been. His hips had also not healed. They still ached from how hard Ghost had gripped him when he messed up and said the lord’s name. The way Ghost’s nails had sank into him so deep. It had definitely awoken things in him. Now all he could think about was how nice it would be to have those nails holding him down. Sinking into his flesh again. Ghost’s mouth had been cold. Incredibly soft and cold.

Ghost hummed. “Johnny. How is my mask coming along? I am tired of this.”

Soap hated this. He didn’t want Ghost to cover his face again. If he could, he’d draw him right now. Take his immense beauty and get it on paper. He wished he could take photos but he knew Ghost, or… Simon… It was such a trip knowing that name, but he would just disappear. Like mirrors, they couldn’t appear in photos. Which was devastating. He wanted so many pictures of them. But he supposed unlike humans, Ghost would never change. He’d always remain the same. No need for something as silly and sentimental as photos.

“Soap.” Ghost snapped at him.

“Oh! Sorry, sir. Yeah, it’s coming along.” He held up the mask for him to look at. Like his old one, it had a skull design on it. It would fit more like a medical mask rather than a balaclava but it was the only design Soap could think of that would work.

Ghost nodded. “I’ll need you to get more bleach. I want to keep my hair blond.”

Soap paused. “I’m sorry. You get your ears. Rip your mask. Get so distraught you don’t eat. But you had time to bleach your hair?”

“Yeah, exactly.” Ghost nodded like that was okay.

Soap just shook his head, unbelievable.

“Johnny, I’d like to talk about yesterday.”

“Yes! I’d also like to talk about yesterday.” Johnny turned around to face him. “I have so many questions. Was my blood really that good?”

Ghost frowned. “I meant you killing someone.”

Soap got a bit pale. “Thought we were just going to not talk about it.”

“Who were they?”

“Don’t know. It was on accident. I thought they’d stop at the sunlight not… Not…”

Ghost nodded. “Good. Senile. If you’re being forced to tell the truth, you can say they ran out into the sun. If there’s any more details, don’t say them. And don’t tell me.”

Soap nodded. “Understood, sir. Thank you…”

“Yeah. It’s alright.” He reached over and grabbed his hair, pulling him over. His hand was so big. It made Soap feel very, very small. “And yes. You did taste good.”

Those intense, dark eyes stared right through him like he was made of glass. Soap should’ve kept his mouth shut. Should’ve just kept it moving. Let the blissful thing that was Ghost’s attention wash over him.

He did no such thing. Instead, stupidly, he asked a question.

“What are you going to do about Price?”

Ghost could hardly be described as a fragile person, but Soap watched something snap. His mouth twisted up into a snarl and he tried so hard to seem angry.

He didn’t though.

No, Simon just looked heartbreakingly sad.

“The only reason I don’t tear him limb from limb is because I can’t.”

Soap swallowed. “Is he why you haven’t turned me yet?”

“I just… want to make sure this is something you really, really want. I want it to be special. For you to have a choice.”

Soap nodded and they kept eye contact. It made Ghost speak again.

“Price was my commander. He talked to me like I was an equal. Discussed plans with me.”

Soap squeezed his wrist and he felt him tighten the grip in his hair. It started to hurt but he didn’t want to interrupt.

“I thought he was attractive. The fangs. The way his eyes glowed. I was swayed. An idiot. A stupid fucking human. Walking into the jaws of something I couldn’t understand. I need to make sure that doesn’t happen to you. That when I sink my teeth right here.” He tapped his gloved fingers onto his jugular. “And claim you as mine for eternity. Make myself your sire. That it’s something you’ll never regret.”

Soap wanted him to continue. To keeping talking in that accent that was both ancient and so modern.

When it was clear that Ghost would not continue, Soap spoke up. “I do. I want this. Want… Want…” You. Want you. He could say it. Nice and easy.

Rodolfo burst through the doors. Ghost released him and he fell. “Rudy. Something wrong.”

“None at all. Just wanted to check on you. Rough few days.” He reached over and ruffled Ghost’s hair. Soap felt green with envy. The way they interacted so easily. He wanted to run his fingers through his hair. Kiss his temples. Feel his cold mouth on his body again.

Soap looked away. He reached up and grabbed his necklace, toying with it. His old one had been snapped and unusable, so he got a new one. Protection.

Sometimes, he didn’t want to be protected. But the little cross stayed around his throat all the same.

Ghost stood up. “I am going outside to the backyard. Tell me if you finish the mask.” He disappeared in a wave of smoke.

Rudy looked down at Soap, still on the floor and hummed. “Feel better now that you’ve finally been bit?”

“Surprisingly? Yeah, a little.”

“Good. Happy familiar, happy home.” Rudy seemed to have something they wanted to say. His nails, not quite as sharp as Price and Ghost’s but that was due to age and age alone, picked at his pants. He turned abruptly to leave before swiveling back around.

Soap waited. It worked with Ghost, so why not.

Rudy took a deep breath. “I think you’re… a good… person.”

Soap almost choked. Was this a compliment? Was he being complimented right now?

“You’re nice. Good.” Rodolfo patted him on the head. “What you did, even if it was stupid, was the right thing to do.”

Soap nodded blankly. They were being nice.

Too nice.

“Are you guys going to kill me?”

Rodolfo laughed. “No. We’re not going to kill you. Just relax.” He smiled at him.

Soap’s heart didn’t slow down.

Ghost came back in eventually. “Price managed to seduce our neighbor and I swear if he eats that guy.” He shoved everything off Soap’s bed to sit on it.

Soap should’ve reprimanded him, Ghost would probably listen, but he found it endearing. He was sketching. Luckily not Ghost. Just some random portraits. But this did give him a perfect opportunity.

“Ghost, sir.”

“Yes?”

“Can I draw you?”

Ghost paused at that and looked at him. He weighed his options. “I suppose it has been a long time since I’ve seen what I look like…”

“Exactly. May be good to remember, yeah?”

Ghost tapped his fingers against the wood. “I think my last portraits were made at my wedding.”

Soap had long since learned that Ghost had married a few times over the years, most of his spouses nothing more than political alliances or were ways to cover up what he was. Both admissions were said with so much guilt when Ghost had drank too much drugged blood that Soap felt inclined to believe him.

“Oh yeah?”

“Price had an artist paint us consummating in a graveyard.”

“Did you… actually consummate… in a graveyard?”

“Yes. I wore the mask though.”

Soap laughed a little. “Really? Mask on, fucking in a graveyard?”

“Yes. It was fun. I think that was the last time I get married actually. Didn’t mean much, just a little bit of fun.” He tilted his head back, exposing more of his jaw and throat. It made Soap feel funny things in the pit of his stomach.

Soap focused on getting him on paper. He had the excuse and the permission to stare at him until he gets his fill. He wants to gulp Ghost down until he can only taste him in his mouth. A bitter aftertaste coffee couldn’t mask.

Instead, he draws him. He makes two portraits. One he can keep, one for Ghost. He’ll pretend the first one had something wrong with it if Ghost sees it. That way he can have it. He could color it later. Make it as close to real life as possible.

Maybe it was a tad obsessive, but Soap had always liked his things to be his and his only. Ghost couldn’t be one of his things but the portrait could be. All his.

He spent the rest of the night and a good bit of the morning like this. Ghost taking up his bed, perfectly still. At one point, Soap was pretty sure he had dozed off, eyes closed and no sign of life in him.

Soap finished the portrait and as soon as his pencil stopped scratching the page, Ghost opened his eyes and held out his hand. He painstakingly ripped out the page for him and handed it to him.

“You left out my scarring.”

Soap tilted his head. “What?”

“My scars. The…” Ghost made a motion around his mouth to mimic a blade cutting his mouth. It made him think of the Joker weirdly enough.

“What scars?”

Ghost looked hurt. “That’s not very funny, Soap.”

Soap didn’t understand, but Ghost seemed so upset it made him want to fix it. “I drew you exactly as you are. I didn’t change any details.”

“Yes, you did. You got rid of my scars. I understand if you don’t like them, but you could just admit it.” Ghost hissed at him. Clearly this was hitting some nerve that Soap couldn’t begin to understand.

“Ghost. You don’t have any scars.”

Simon swallowed so hard it made an audible click in his throat. “It’s the whole reason I cover up.”

Soap wasn’t sure if vampirism cured scars, but despite their lifestyles, none of the vampires had any, so it made sense. Maybe they just didn’t notice?

Ghost got up and went looking for Alejandro, Soap trailing behind him. He held the portrait up to Alejandro.

“I look like this?”

“Your hair is a little fluffier, but yeah. That’s how you look.”

Soap thought Ghost was going to have a meltdown.

“I look like this? Exactly like this? I have no scars?”

“No? As long as I’ve known you, you’ve never been scarred up.” Alejandro looked confused.

Simon started to scratch at his arm, clearly going through a lot right now.

Soap made a decision right then and there. He was going to keep Ghost from having to deal with anything else for a bit. It wouldn’t be too hard to convince him to just relax at home for a little while. Just as long as no one brought any more news.

Price burst into the room.

“Guys. I’m getting married!!”

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makeyoumine69 · 1 year

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Starboy

● PAIRING: Sugar Daddy!Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

● SUMMARY: When on one day Mr. Bateman came to your office, you never knew how far it could go.

● WARNINGS: Implied flirt, seduction, small innocent touches, sweet-talker Patrick Bateman himself, minor possessive behaviour.

● WORDCOUNT: 2.6k

● A/N: One more prequel about Patrick and his little Cupcake, I enjoy writing their backstory so much! Btw, I was inspired by this American Psycho edit. As always, I hope you like this chapter!💕

● SONG REC: The Weeknd - Starboy✨

● LINKS: [Sweet like a Cupcake Masterlist] [Main Masterlist]

The days after that “little accident” with Mr. Bateman felt like a horrible nightmare.

You were constantly thinking about losing your job, strolling around your office and watching the sun's rays breaking through the window. What if you just stayed silent and let him ground you into the dirt, soaking up all the shit he was saying–would your boss be satisfied with you then?

The click of the door opening caught your attention before Cindy’s sonorous voice reached your ear. “(Y/N), we should go get coffee! Our favorite barista finally came back. Woohoo, no more shitty coffee!”

With a dull smile on your face, you tapped the papers on your desk. “I need to finish this by the afternoon.” You looked over the documents again, and then sighed. “Just go without me.”

She whined, disappointment clear in her voice, and when you looked at her, she was already standing in the doorway, checking the time on her watch. “I’ll just rush, so our coffee won’t get cold. Do you want a latte or cappuccino?”

“Dealer’s choice,” you chuckled and took your place at the deck. “Just… Don't spill it… Okay?”

“Alright, alright…”

Then she walked away, leaving you alone in your office again. Back to work.

Leafing through the documents was a kind of meditation for you–it helped soothe your mind, distracting you from obsessive thoughts.

Your edits were quick, slashing across the page, adding notes in the margin with a well-loved red pen. The door opened again. “What did you forget this time?” you asked, not looking up. “Cindy, could you also bring me a cupcake–”

“Good afternoon.” A familiar, tenor voice caused your whole body to taut like a string. You knew who it was before you even looked up.

Ever hauntingly perfect, Patrick Bateman was standing in the doorway, casting a studying glance at you. You stood up abruptly, anticipating nothing but the worst. He might really be so vindictive to come in person with your termination notice.

“(Y/N), isn’t it?” he asked smoothly, closing the door behind him.

“Yes, that’s me,” you replied, attempting to sound as confident as you could. “How can I help you, sir?”

“First, call me Patrick,” he gave you his most cocky snow-white smile, roaming around your office and getting closer to your desk. “And please, relax. I’m not here to fire you.”

The corners of your mouth twitched slightly, but that didn’t really ease the tension. His presence here was making you feel weirdly thrilled.

"As you wish, sir, but I’m afraid that a first-name basis breaks the subordination rules of our company,” you pressed the pen against the tabletop, leaning a bit on your other hand. “Penalties are strictly enforced for things like that.”

Amused, Bateman was standing in front of your table, so the smell of his cologne easily hit your nose. “Our previous meeting was… Well, it was horrible as hell,” he said, watching you nervously rap the pen. “I just want to apologize, and I hope you’ll let me take you to lunch, at least.”

With a sharp click, your pen flew away in an unknown direction, but you just ignored that, continuing to act naturally. “I’m sorry, but I can’t. I usually don’t have time to eat, 'cause I’m pretty busy and–” you stammered a bit as only now you noticed you were looking into each other's eyes for over thirty seconds straight.

“‘And’?”

“My boss won’t be happy if I don’t have these reviews done by–”

“Wait a second.” Patrick held up a finger to stop you before he crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m your boss, sweetie.”

Gulping, you had no choice but to turn your face into a friendly expression and grin politely. “With all respect, sir, you’re the boss of my boss. And, I really need to finish these.”

Patrick huffed as he stared at you, his hazel eyes spinning with green and brown, until they were a hypnotizing spiral that sucked you in. “Okay, I think I get it.” He shook his head, smirking all the time from how timidly you were batting your eyelashes. “Now listen (Y/N), in two hours I will be at Four Seasons, the one down here,” he quickly checked his Rolex, and then glanced at you again. “I’ll be waiting for you there. Don’t be late.”

As if he didn’t want to give you a chance to refuse, Bateman turned around and left your office. The silence filled up your ears after the door closed. Your chest was rising and falling so quickly; you couldn’t really believe what just happened. Biting your lower lip, you thoughtfully slid your hand against the tabletop–a creeping panic was growing in your gut, making it hard for you to breathe.

When Cindy returned fifteen minutes later, you didn’t say even a word about what had happened just before she came back, because it would sound completely absurd. And considering her previous reaction to what you told her about Mr. Bateman, she would probably burn with envy. But there was one more problem–how to sneak out from the office without anyone asking questions?

“Erm, Cindy…I’m going on a quick break,” you mumbled as you got up to grab your coat.

“Wait, wait! Where are you going?”

“It’s nothing interesting,” smiling sheepishly, you wrapped a woolen scarf around your neck. “Oh, did I thank you for the coffee? It was really nice!”

“Hey! Stop messing around!” she protested, standing up from her seat, with arms crossed. “You usually don’t go anywhere for ‘breaks’!”

Sighing, you took your bag and glanced at your watch. Plenty of time. “I’ll tell you when I get back, okay?” a small bluff wouldn't be an issue–you concluded, watching Cindy sadly pouting. “One of our colleagues asked me for lunch, that’s all, you know. Nothing special…”

“And who’s this cutie pie? Ah, don’t tell me, I think I know who it is!” She clapped her hands, and her voice trilled with excitement. “If you say that it’s that nerd from our computer department, I’m gonna die!”

Humming, you gave yourself a few seconds to think before replying: “Yes, it’s him.”

“Eeeee!” she giggled, shushing herself with a palm. “Oh, my gosh, poor ‘Romeo’ finally made a step!”

“Yeah, yeah,” you chided, holding out your hands to soothe her. “I don’t have much time, and I still need to find the place where we’re having lunch. So, see you later… Oh, and Cindy, if the boss calls, please tell her I’m out for some office supplies.”

On that bright note, you left your office, with mysterious excitement.

It was your first time at Four Seasons, though you heard a lot of positive reviews about this place from the top management of P & P. Once you made just one step inside the restaurant, you met at least three or four good-looking females, all dressed with expensive clothes and jewelry. After a quick examination of yourself, you had to admit—your office uniform was looking unsuitable for this kind of an establishment, but who would care? If one arrogant snob didn’t force you to come here, all restaurant visitors wouldn't have to suffer from your “super luxury look”—you giggled sarcastically to yourself before you approached the maître d' — a young blond lady with a very deep neckline. As soon as she noticed you, she gave you a suspiciously friendly smile and greeted you:

“Good afternoon, Miss and welcome to the Four Seasons. My name is Veronica. How can I help you?”

“Oh, hello!” you smiled back. “There should be a reservation under Mr. Bateman.”

The last words you said made her face change literally before your eyes and now it was not as friendly as one minute ago. “Let me check please,” she was sorting through the pages of the logbook, looking at you from time to time from under her long lashes. “Please, follow me.”

The closer you were getting to the table, the more you felt an uprising fear in your chest and you couldn’t really understand what was really scaring you that much: him, this fancy place, or all of these things together. Wrapped in your thoughts, you didn’t even notice you had already reached the place as the maître d' extended her hand, inviting you to take the seat just across from Patrick, who at that moment was studying the menu, with his face half covered by it.

“Have a good time!” The blonde glanced at you contemptuously for the last time before she strolled away.

“Thanks…” You replied to no one, nervously undoing your scarf.

“Glad to see you again, sit down.” Bateman murmured, putting the menu aside, his brown eyes were exploring your frame like a scanner.

“I hope I am not late.”

“No, you are just in time,” he smirked as you finally sat in front of him, your hands nervously fixing the sleeves of your white blouse. “What do you usually prefer to drink? Tea, water, maybe coffee?”

“I had enough coffee today, but thank you,” you looked at him more confidently, as your strategy for this lunch was pretty simple–be nice, friendly, and polite. “This place is so lovely!”

“You think so?”

“Uh, yes. Well, I’m not the type of person who goes on lunch to such places,” you paused as you noticed how attentively he was listening to you, raising his right eyebrow. “So, I don't know what to compare it to, but this one looks exquisite.”

You heard him chuckling softly before Bateman took a sip of his whiskey, pointing at the menu with his stare. “Choose what you want to eat.”

With a warm grin on your face, you took the menu but once you saw the prices–you felt your hair standing on edge. “You know, I’m not really hungry.”

“Stop pretending, sweetie,” damn, did he call you like that again? “If you were not hungry you wouldn’t ask your friend to bring you a cupcake, right?”

Stunned by his sudden trick, you hid behind the menu for a second to reflect on what to answer him back. “You have a significant memory, Mr. Bateman.”

“It’s Patrick,” he smiled at you flirtatiously while his piercing gaze seemed trying to catch any little weaknesses of yours. “As you should know, my type of work requires such things.”

“Of course.” You nodded.

“And… I really prefer you to call me Patrick, but on the other hand, the way you say ‘Mr. Bateman’ sounds kinda hot.”

You nearly let out a nervous laugh but you held back yourself as you gave him a confused look.

Unlike you, Bateman couldn’t help but snigger at your reaction. “Relax, silly. I’m joking.”

“That's what I thought…” You were acting as if nothing happened, desperately trying to suppress an unknown frisson inside your body.

Then, a tall dark-haired waiter got your attention as he came across your table, with a notebook in his hands. “Are you ready to order, sir?”

“Beef Steak with Grilled Vegetables and Sweet Potatoes,” Patrick pointed with a finger, forcing his golden Rolex to wiggle on his wrist. “(Y/N), did you make your choice?”

“To be honest, I’d rather eat something sweet,” you glimpsed at the waiter with hope, because you didn’t even see the dessert menu. “Maybe you can recommend something to me?”

“We have amazing cheesecakes and tiramisu-”

“A dessert for lunch?” Bateman asked in surprise, cutting off the waiter and leaving you a bit embarrassed. “I think Sweet Pea and Tuna Salad sounds better,” he waited for the busboy to take away the menu and then added: “It’s healthier, and it tastes delicious. You are gonna like it.”

Confused, you watched the waiter walking away when you suddenly blurted out: “Actually, you could make an order without asking-”

“I could, but I wanted to give you a chance,” the way he kept interrupting everyone was really pissing you off. “So, how long have you been working in our company? Cause I can’t really remember you,” frowning a bit, he leaned on the back of his chair. “You must be a new one?”

With a cunning smirk, you took a glass of mineral water that was already standing on the table. “Well, you can say that,” you smiled again before continuing: “I’ve been working as an accountant in Pierce & Pierce for two years already.”

Satisfied with how awkward he was looking right now, you made a victorious sip of water, waiting for his next step.

��Two years… Huh, that’s a lot!”

“Yes, but it’s fine we never met,” you stated, meeting his languid gaze more decisively. “Usually, top management doesn’t see any of its workers and it’s okay.”

Bateman nodded, humming something to himself as if the puzzle inside his head finally completed. “Mm-hm, I hope you’re happy with your job and you don’t feel overworked.”

Was it some kind of test? As much as you wanted to lament about all of your grievances, you couldn’t take any risks–how could you even trust the guy who first antagonized you and then asked you out for lunch… in Four Fucking Seasons. That was so weird.

“I love everything about my work. But of course, it’s not perfect but nowhere is.” You replied confidently.

“Don’t you mind if I smoke?” Before Bateman asked, he was already having a cigar in his hand.

Even if you did, what would you say?

“Go on.”

And then you suddenly lost it, as you watched him lighting his cigar after your words, and you could swear to God–never in your life, you saw a man who was smoking sexier than that. Mesmerized, you couldn't take your eyes off of his beautiful features, especially his ideal cheekbones, which looked so sharp–you thought you could cut yourself if you touch them… Touch them?

Meanwhile, Patrick was definitely rambling about something, but you could only see how his perfectly shaped lips curled whenever he was speaking, and damn… His side profile seemed to be forged by a sculptor, as you didn’t really have any other explanations for how this man could be so fine… Wait, what were you even thinking?

“(Y/N), are you listening?” His concerned voice took you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, yes… Sorry! I just remembered about my report, which I should finish today and-”

“So, you’re really overworked if you can’t even stop thinking about your job while being here with me.”

Did he sound really offended, or it was just your slightly clouded mind–you couldn’t really find an answer as he added:

“Maybe I should speak with your boss about this?” he puffed on his cigar, giving you a challenging glance. “And guess what? I think we should have dinner.”

“Dinner?”

“That’s exactly what I said,” smirking, Bateman blew some smoke rings, his dark eyes glowing with excitement. “Dinner, where we can chill a bit and have a proper conversation. Not like this.”

Just as you were about to reply, the waiter brought your meals, how unfortunate–you thought before taking a napkin, and of course, you touched his palm because Patrick was doing just the same thing. As if you were in some romance movie, you took your hand away like from fire, but that only spurred him to catch your palm again, stroking it nearly notably, and somehow, this time you didn’t even make a move—you only gasped. Rising your eyes on him, you could only see a devilish grin of satisfaction on his face and there was nothing really left for you to do, rather than ask yourself if that was really happening.

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hello! i’d like to order a bouquet with red carnations with red wrapping paper with a yellow binding for thoma!

. hold me tight !

— thoma x fem reader, no pronouns, he calls you milady once, childhood best friends to lovers, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare, i think that‘s all <;3

— 3.516 words

— a/n: really like how i paced this one. i hope you like it too <3

finally, the ship reached the harbor of the land of eternity - a place you had always dreamt of visiting.

ever since the vision hunt decree and the sakoku decree had been lifted and it was possible to go back and forth between inazuma and the other nations, you were all giddy and excited to finally go. it just had taken a couple of days for the crux to prepare and finally leave.

and it took another couple of days to reach land at the end.

you were surprised you didn’t get seasick like you expected. it was a quite enjoyable journey and you were absolutely thrilled for the next journey that was expecting you, now that you officially moved to inazuma.

as soon as you reached ritou, you were stopped by an officer, who checked whether you had the proper documentations before you entered the city.

now, it was time to finally look for a certain blond-haired guy.

well, maybe once you had a bite to eat. you were starving and your stomach let out a not so beautiful sound once you smelled the different and sweet scents of desserts and snacks coming from the shops.

after your little snack time, you finally went ahead to the international trade association; beidou had told you that thoma was closely involved with kurisu and you were most likely to get a hint on your childhood best friend’s current whereabouts from there.

“hello! i was wondering if you could help me out. uhm, my name is y/n, i’m from mondstadt and i was looking for thoma?”, you spoke up to the male, in attire that was familiar to you from fontaine, standing in front of the entrance to the trade association.

“ah, yes, thoma! he was around here a couple of days ago, he must have returned to the kamisato estate. i’m afraid you just missed him”, presumably kurisu said.

“isn’t the kamisato family one of the clans mainly involved with the tri-commissions?”, you questioned. what was thoma doing with them?

“indeed, they are. thoma has been their helper for many years now, almost immediately being taken in by the family after the accident he and his late father went through. he also was helping us as the international trade association a lot. speaking of which, i haven’t introduced myself, my bad! i’m kurisu. if you have any troubles, i will do my best to help you during your visit!”, kurisu explained.

“thank you very much! now, could you possibly tell me how i can reach the kamisato estate?”

it was a somewhat long trip all the way to the estate but once you had finally reached the building, you were amazed with the view the family had from the terrace.

“what is you business at the yashiro commission?”, a guard spoke to you, startling you in your thoughts.

“oh, uhm, hello! i was looking for thoma? i heard he has been working here?”, you asked, unsure how to talk to the person in front of you, somewhat intimidated by the massive sword attached to his belt.

“yes, that is correct. one moment, let me get him for you”, the guard moved inside the estate and a couple of moments later, your best friend from all those years ago was standing in front of you.

“y/n? what are you doing here?”, he exclaimed excitedly, in disbelief that you were now here, in the place he was now calling home. he rushed to you, hugging you tightly as he was overwhelmed with the happiness coursing through his body. it had been years since he last had seen you, that being the day he had bid his goodbyes to you before leaving mondstadt once and for all with his father.

“i wanted to see you, idiot! you never wrote me or let me know you were still alive! and now that the decree was lifted, i immediately left for liyue to convince beidou to take me with her to inazuma. and now i just heard your father passed away? what happened?”, you were bombarding him with questions, still standing at the entrance of the estate.

“hey, come in at first. you must be exhausted with the travels all the way from mondstadt”, he pulled you inside, having you sit down on the bench of the garden where he promised you he’d be back with some tea and a small meal and disappeared before you could stop him.

while you were waiting for him to return, you walked around the estate, curious about the garden.

“hello, miss. apologies for startling you. may i ask who you are?”, a gentle, soft voice coming from behind you.

“oh, i am y/n! i’m a friend of thoma’s!”, you explained quickly. “i’m sorry for barging in like this!”

“ah, don’t worry about it. a friend of thoma’s is also a friend of mine! i’m kamisato ayaka, the youngest daughter of the kamisato clan. it’s a pleasure to meet you, y/n.”

“y/n! where did you disappear to– oh, hello milady! i see you two have already met. i hope it’s not an issue if my friend stays here with us for a night or two?”, thoma asked. ayaka shook her head as a no, smiling sweetly.

“it’s no problem at all! just let ayato know once he returns from his meeting in the city and everything should be fine”, ayaka excused herself and went inside the estate, as thoma led you to the terrace where a hot tea and a dish was waiting for you.

“thank you, thoma. i wasn’t sure where i was going to stay tonight. anyway! now, talk”, you playfully looked at him with a mad expression, making him laugh.

“fine, milady, i’ll tell you everything”, he replied, before he started talking about his journey, the loss of his father and how he was all by himself for a couple of weeks until he was taken in by the kamisato clan.

“... and well, once i settled in, i promised my lord i would help out by working at the estate and handling some of his business for all the help he provided while i was getting used to the new place. i had no mora to afford a trip back to mondstadt, nor was i ready to go on the same trip that cost me my father. so i just stayed here. and i guess with all that crap happening i kind of forgot to send you a letter. i’m sorry”, you shook your head as a response.

“there is nothing you have to be sorry about, thoma. of course you won’t think of writing letters to your friend when you’re in grief about your father’s death. i’m so sorry for your loss. your father was a great person, someone i really liked as one of the older generation of mondstadt.”

“i got to terms with it. we both knew what a dangerous journey this would be so i guess that helped with the processing. i’m really glad you’re here now, though. how long do you plan on staying?”, he then asked. you shrugged.

“well, i quit working at the angel’s share a couple weeks ago – the drunk guys were getting on my nerves – so i’m currently unemployed and open for anything. i don’t really have a timeframe of where i need to be back in mondstadt. not that i want to”, you murmured the last part, thoma almost didn’t get you, but since he was used to ayaka speaking quietly to herself often, he had somewhat adapted himself to pay attention more than he did before.

“why not? i miss mondstadt”, he sighed. “but i don’t think i’ll be able to go anytime soon. though i would’ve loved to go for this year’s windblume festival.”

“you should‘ve been there! it was amazing”, you replied dreamily, wished for thoma being there as your date – also purposefully trying to distract him from your reasoning why you don’t want to return to mondstadt for now. “but mayhaps you can come for the next weinlesefest? it would be a perfect time to come back.”

“that sounds like a great idea! maybe i can convince milady to join too! my lord will most likely be too busy to come but miss ayaka will definitely be delighted to join!”, he replied happily, pulling you closer to himself.

“woah, since when do you have that vision?”, you asked then, noticing the pyro vision attached to his belt.

“i got it around ten years ago. it was around the times where the kamisato clan was at a very low point. i guess the gods got their attention on me for the loyalty i promised the clan. and ever since then, this little thing has been with me”, he grinned proudly.

“i’m so happy for you”, you hugged him tightly, realizing how much you really had missed your best friend. it had been over ten years, since you last had seen him. and you were happy that nothing had changed between you two, that he was still his happy, cheerful self despite the many traumatic events he went through as a teenager.

you chatted a little more, you gave him the bottle of dandelion wine that you had brought him as a gift, knowing that he was always dying to try some — considering he wasn’t of age back when he left mondstadt.

finally, the exhaustion from your long journey crept up on you - you were almost falling asleep against his shoulder. he then showed you to the guest room, where you would be residing for a day or two, still unknown to you how visiting your best friend after years would affect your life.

the day after your first night in the land of thunder kamisato ayato returned to his home.

it had been a couple of weeks since he had left due to a mess caused in the tri-commission, especially after the shogun had called of the sakoku decree. therefore, your presence in the garden of the estate had surprised him a lot.

a quick chat with thoma had cleared things up fast and ayato happily welcomed you to his home as their guest. thoma introduced you two to each other quickly before he resumed his work.

“walk with me?”, ayato suggested, very interested in you and mondstadt – he heard so many nice things about the nation of freedom and wanted to hear some bits from you. he, obviously, could also ask thoma, but you had caught his attention. he wanted to chat with you, talk to you, listen to you tell him all about the latest festival in mondstadt, the windblume festival.

“what is a windblume?”, he asked, curiously.

“well, apparently, it isn’t a flower that really ever existed. according to the legends, it only existed in dreams centuries ago. yet, there are discussions about what flower it was, whether it was a dandelion, a windwheel aster or a sweet flower. every person in mondstadt has their own thoughts about it”, you explained.

“and? what is your windblume then?”

“hmm… i don’t really know, to be honest. i never really gave it a thought. though, if i were to decide on the spot, i think i would say dandelions”, you replied, smiling. “it is said that a windblume was a floaty flower. apparently it was in the dreams of people back when mondstadt was still under decarabian’s tyrannic control. the windblume was a symbol of the freedom our archon barbatos was able to give our ancestors. a dandelion is also a symbol of freedom, in my opinion. after all, the very first dandelion knight, vennessa, was how mondstadt was saved by the aristocrats.”

“that makes sense. i like that”, ayato replied, leading you to the seats in the entrance of the estate.

“so, tell me something about inazuma! i was always curious about your traditions and customs!”, you then suggested.

you both were deeply focused in your conversations, a giggle here and there coming from you, as thoma was watching his first and only love in front of his lord, happy and looking at him with those shimmering, beautiful eyes.

he ignored the pain in his chest as he was continuing his work.

once thoma was done with his duties and ayato had to rush out of the estate once again for another issue in the tri-commission, you and thoma got together to chat some more.

“i see you and ayato got along quite well, huh?”, thoma asked, trying his best not to sound jealous at all. though the forced tone was easily noticed by you.

“is that a problem? you asked, confused.

“no, not at all. why would it be a problem?”, he replied with another question – a habit of his when he got nervous.

“come on, don’t lie to me. i know you better than anyone, remember? is there something bothering you?”, you asked, concerned.

thoma sighed.

“i guess, i should be able to talk about it, considering it has been years”, he gave in, sitting straight in front of you, gaze serious.

“i am in love with you.”

you stared at him.

“... what?”

“you heard me. i am in love with you.”

it took you a couple of moments to process what he just said.

thoma did not expect you to wrap your arms around him, with how sudden he came forward with this confession. it was no surprise to him that you were frozen in your seat. that you were completely overwhelmed with how to feel. but it did sting when you got up so suddenly and excused yourself hurriedly, saying you need some time to think.

“hey, slow down”, ayaka stopped you as you almost bumped into her, rushing inside the estate, just wanting to be alone for a moment. “what happened?”

“i… just need to be alone. please”, you asked her, to which she nodded and let you go to the guest room. shortly after she saw thoma enter, shoulders slumped in disappointment and ayaka then understood what happened.

about two hours later thoma simply couldn’t stop himself from checking up on you. so, he knocked on your room’s door, hoping you won’t send him away. he was already pacing back and forth in the estate simply because he was so scared that he just ruined an almost fifteen years long friendship that even lasted over ten years of no contact. you had always been on his mind, never leaving his thoughts for a moment. everything he did reminded him of you.

and now he most likely ruined that.

“can i come in?”, he asked hesitantly. once you replied with a ‘yes’, he entered the room, seeing you cuddled up in the blankets. “i am so, so sorry, y/n. i shouldn’t have bombarded you with this so suddenly, especially since we only saw each other for the first time in years.”

“it’s okay. i was just overwhelmed with my emotions for a moment. that’s why i had to leave”, you replied. he sat down next to you, taking your hand into his.

“i did mean it, though. i was always in love with you, y/n. you haven’t left my mind for a single moment. i just never wrote because i was too scared that you would simply not reply and i would remain here heartbroken. i couldn’t handle that. and then i saw you all excited and happy with ayato today and i was just so insanely jealous, i can’t even explain it. yes, i was jealous. i just wanted you to look at me the way you looked at him.”

before he was able to continue, you pulled him in closer to kiss him.

thoma was so confused for a moment that he simply didn’t do anything. once he realized what was going on, he kissed you back, somewhat in desperation, thumb softly caressing your cheek.

you were tired of talking.

it wasn’t that you didn’t feel anything for him – you did. that was primarily the reason you had decided to go to inazuma. because you wanted to find him and finally get things straight with your feelings. the lifting of the sakoku decree was only a perfect timing because you were intending to just sneak into the country. you just needed to get this straight.

“i love you”, you mumbled against his lips, pulling him in more to avoid him talking more.

thoma could swear he was on cloud seven the moment he heard those sweet three words coming out of your mouth.

thoma had been dreaming of this moment more than he would admit to. he had dreamt a lot of being on top of your beautiful body, having you close your eyes in bliss, smiling contently with how good he makes you feel. and he was planning on catching up on those past ten years he spent apart from you.

the moment he had your pants pulled down to your ankles, he buried his head between your legs, licking up a stripe up to your clit. “mhm, you taste so good”, he groaned against your pussy, unable to hold back from eating you out anymore. he just had to make you come just by his tongue but he was too desperate to feel you around him.

how was he so good at this? how was he already able to tell your weaknesses?

the moment he slid a finger inside, he had you whimpering in pure desperation, hands on his nape, tugging on the little strands of hair there. “i won’t ever get enough of how good you taste, sweetheart. but i swear if i don’t feel you around my cock anytime soon, i’m probably going to explode. i promise i’m going to make you come on my tongue so many more times after this. until you beg me to stop.”

he pulled off before he went back on top of your body, you were desperately tugging on his clothes to pull them off. thoma was giving you soft pecks to distract you from the initial pain coming from the stretch of him slowly burying his cock inside. not wanting to hurt you, he was only slowly thrusting in an out of you, the moans you let out were a delight for him to listen to.

“are you feeling good?”, he mumbled against your neck, leaving soft kisses over the sensitive skin, whining at how good you felt clenching around him. you nodded, brain too hazy to form proper sentences. your legs were wrapped around his waist, holding him so close against your body as he was setting up a proper rhythm, slowly increasing the pace and he was fucking into you, almost hungrily.

the amount of care he was still putting into his thrusts, being as careful as possible not to hurt you had you overwhelmed, in tears. they were just running down your cheeks.

they had thoma scared for a moment that he did indeed hurt you, stopping in his movements, still buried deep inside you.

“are you okay?”, he asked worriedly, wiping off the tears from your cheeks.

“yes, i’m fine. i just… love you so much”, you sniffled, “you just make me feel things i never knew were possible.”

thoma couldn’t possibly describe the relief he felt once you confirmed that you were indeed okay. he picked up his pace again, this time making sure he was hitting all the right spots, slow, but somewhat rough thrusts that had you arching your back.

he made you see stars so quickly, you had never imagined feeling this good was even possible. the afterglow of you feeling like you were in a whole other universe had you shaking.

“so good for me, love, look how good you came for me”, thoma groaned, unable to keep himself back from painting your walls white, coming so nice and deep inside of you. “all mine, all mine, just mine.”

he was repeating those words like a mantra, hips still bucking inside of you, cock twitching like crazy. once he pulled out, he couldn’t help but watch his cum drip out of your hole. thoma already wanted more but he didn’t want to overwhelm you more than you already were.

he got out of the bed with shaky legs, the ecstasy from the moment of release still coursing through his veins, grabbing a towel to clean you up and pulling you in closer to his body once he laid down next to you.

“shh, everything is fine. you’re okay. it’s just me, baby. it’s always going to be me. until you don’t want me to”, he whispered into your ear, hands softly caressing your body while he was peppering kisses down your neck.

“i love you”, he mumbled again, unable to stop saying those three magical words to you, after being forced to keep quiet for years.

“i love you, too”, you smiled contently, cuddling against him as your eyes closed shut and you fell asleep shortly after.

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bbyquokka · 2 years

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jealousy

pairing: lee minho x fem reader x bang chan

genre: smut – MDNI

synopsis: minho sees you and chan being too close - so he includes chan into the activities that unfold that night.

warnings: smut, threesome, dom minho, sub reader, exhibitionism, clit play, spit, jealousy, explicit language, squirting, public masturbation (f), cum shot, cum on body, creampie, unprotected sex, blowjob, face fucking, pussy eating, use of toys, mentions of bdsm being used, nipple play, pet names (baby, kitten), masturbation (m), overstimulation, degrading, fingering, choking, possessive

words: 6.2k

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sex. you love it. you wouldn't say you're addicted to it as you can go a few days without it, however that being said, having sex with the right person, is what's addicting.

Lee Minho. The man who is the centre of your many wants and desires. You met by accident. He had a day off and decided to visit a cat café – the same café you work at. You was taken away by how beautiful he looks in real life. You was so use to seeing him on your screen due to social media updates posting his many selfies.

You was star struck and wowed. You wanted your shift to end so you could at least get an autograph but sadly, that wasn't going to happen. So you settled on doing your job and serving him. It wasn't until you wasn't looking where you was going and tripped over one of the many cats, that you realised you spilt his drink on his lap.

Flustered, you grabbed napkin after napkin after napkin, dabbing at spilt drink that was soaking through the material of his jeans, whilst continually apologising. You was ashamed and embarrassed that you, of all people, managed to spill a drink on an idol.

Minho laughed it off and reassured you that it was okay. You offered to buy him some new jeans once you realised there was going to be a big stain. You was so busy wiping and dabbing at his thighs, that you didn't notice Minho was watching you with dark eyes. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you away before looking you dead in the eyes.

You swallowed, feeling yourself being consumed by him. You felt his eyes undressing you, exposing you as he checked you out, looking at your curves, the tiniest details on your face, how your hair falls past your face. You felt encapsulated by his presence, feeling yourself slowly getting aroused.

Your cheeks flushed pink as Minho licked his lips, smirking for a split second. His aura screamed dominance and you was slowly drowning in it. Many thoughts about how this man can dominate you and use you ran through your mind at speed and with the added pressure from his hand around your wrists, didn't help one bit.

If you could, you would have had sex with him right there and then. You would gladly bounce on his cock, moaning out his name. You'd gladly let him fill you to the brim until you was leaking. You wanted to be his toy, his dirty little cum slut. A smirk and a clear of the throat from Minho brought you back down to reality.

You stood straight once he let go off your wrists, walking back to behind the counter, heart hammering against your chest. You paid for his order and managed to serve to him. He gave you a charming smile, slipping a piece of paper with his contact details on in your pocket before winking at you.

Your legs carried you to the staff bathroom, heart beating fast against your chest, you could hear it in your ears. You'd be lying to yourself if you said you wasn't aroused. You could feel it in your underwear. Your wetness sticking to your pussy.

You've never masturbated in public, let alone your work place, but all that was about to change. You locked yourself in one of the cubicles, putting the toilet seat down. Your skin was hot, breath laboured as your mind was struggling to process what just happened between you and Minho.

The only words you two exchanged was when you was apologising to him, but his aura, his presence held you by the throat and choked you. Oh, to be choked and man handled by that man. To have his veiny hands squeezing the sides of your neck as he fucks you dumb.

You pulled your underwear down, hissing at the cold air hitting your soaked cunt. You sat on the toilet lid, unhooking your panties from one leg and spreading your legs wide. Your fingers wondered down south, lightly stroking your clit. your hips bucked into your hand and you grabbed your work shirt, lifting it up so it was out off the way.

You applied pressure to your clit, rubbing circles whilst occasionally dipping your fingers into your entrance to make your fingers slick. Moans threatening to escape your lips as you rubbed fast. You slouched a little, lifting a leg up in the air. You bit down on your work shirt, your other hand making it way to your entrance.

You stroked up and down your slit, hissing at the feeling. The sounds of customers and staff could be heard outside, further exciting you that someone could walk in at any moment. You slipped your index finger inside until it was knuckle deep, moving it slowly before adding in a second.

You curled your fingers against your walls, your cunt pulsating and tightening around your fingers. Your moans muffled against the make shift gag from your shirt. Your fingers hit that deep spot inside, making you see stars. You closed your eyes, imagining it was Minho who was doing this. Minho who was filling up your greedy cunt with his long fingers.

You've only had a five second interactions with him, yet here you are, fingering and stroking your clit desperately, like a whore. Your toes curled inside your work shoes, thighs trembling and tensing. Your juices falling and coating your ass, falling onto the lid of the toilet.

You'd do anything to have Minho inside you. You're mind is so consumed by him. His presences frightened you but excited you so much. The second he walked to the counter and looked at you, you was under his spell in an instant.

The familiar knot started to build in the pit of your stomach. Your breathing was laboured as your mind was consumed with thoughts about Minho. You stroked and fingered yourself fast, chasing your high.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You whimpered, your shirt falling out off your mouth. Your body tensed, eyes squeezed shut as you came over your fingers, hard. You felt your juices run down your fingers, onto the seat, the floor and cubical door. Your thighs and body shaking violently as you panted and rode out your high, your cunt pulsating around your fingers.

you took your fingers out off your pussy, planting your feet on the floor and sitting up straight. You looked at the mess you made and bit your lip.

"fuck. how am i going to clean this?"

You dont know why, but you did it. Maybe because you was still horny, even after having an intense orgasm. Maybe because you couldn't stop thinking about him, but you took your phone and the piece of paper out off your pocket. you snapped a quick photo of the mess and before you could register what you was doing, you sent it to Minho.

"I just came thinking about you. 💦"

the interaction between you and Minho happened half a year ago. Since then, you have been inseparable since. He asked you to be his girlfriend and once you said yes, that's when the experimenting began in the bedroom

it started small at first. Minho would either cuff or tie you whilst he drove your senses into overdrive, denying you of your orgasms. It then soon escalated. Various toys were used, rope, vibrators, gags, spanking, spit – with the occasional no nos. Soon, you was having sex in public – changing rooms, a quickie in the unisexual bathrooms, a blowjob here and a fingering there.

Minho started buying you subtle BDSM jewellery to wear. He bought you many rings and necklaces, your favourite being a silver chain with a heart padlock – one that could only be opened and closed with a key that Minho possessed. Unless Minho unlocks it, its around your neck for a lifetime.

Once you became Minho's, he introduced you to his members, all of them greeting you and making you feel wanted. After a few more visits, you and Minho started having sex – mainly in the bedroom.

It became common for the members to walk in on you both. At first, you was shy and embarrassed, but Minho didn't care "Cant you see im busy!" the youngest members would be flustered, whilst the eldest would comment, calling it gross and to keep it down.

Soon, they became immune to it, excusing themselves once they heard your moans. The member who was most likely to walk in on you both so much was Bang Chan.

Chan spent most of his time either at the company or at the dorms, working. He walked in on you both several times, becoming flustered but he soon became immune to it also. He learnt to put on his headphones and block out the constant banging against the wall and the moaning.

Until one day, he came home, stressed and tired. You and Minho was having sex – as always, your moans running through the entire dorm. Chan retreated to his room and went to grab his headphones until he heard your desperate whines and pleads for Minho to put it in.

It was too much for the young man. Maybe it was because he was stressed and needed to relax that he got hard and it wasnt going away any time soon. He pulled down his sweatpants and underwear, slouching in his desk chair. He lazily stroked his hard cock, listening to the sinful sounds coming from Minho's room.

Your moans sounded like heaven to Chan and he wondered what Minho was doing to you. How fast and hard was he pounding into you. How greedy and soaked is your cunt. Chans mind ran away with thoughts, thoughts that you shouldn't about your best friends girlfriend.

Chans cock pulsated, his tip angry and leaking pre-cum. His hand quickened, rotating his wrist. He thrusted his own hips into his hand, low moans escaping his mouth, your delicious moans ringing in his ears. His thighs tensed as his cock throbbed and before he knew it, he was shooting thick ropes of cum onto his own t-shirt.

once his mind was clear, it dawned on him what he had just done. He discarded his t-shirt and focused on getting to work, trying to forget what he just did.

However, whenever he saw you, memories of what he did comes flooding back to him and it only intrigued him more.

You was currently sat on the sofa, dressed in panties and one of Minho's t-shirts. You was having a lazy day and didn't feel the need to dress up completely, plus the members have walked in on you and Minho so many times, that it didn't matter whether you was clothed or not. You was awaiting his return as he went to get some bottles of water and sweets. You yawned, stretching and flicking through the tv channels.

Chan came out off his room, rubbing his eyes from staring at his laptop screen for too long. You looked up, smiling sweetly to him. He plopped himself down beside, putting his feet up on the coffee table.

"Hey, (Y/N)

"hi channie! you finished work?"

"Ugh, no." Chan sighed, rubbing his eyes again. you hummed softly. "there is still so much to do. mixing the track, fixing vocals then send it to Jisung and Changbin to see if anything needs a fix."

"Seems like hard work, i don't know how you manage Channie." Chan laughed softly and shrugged.

"I've been doing this shit for years, I'm use to the sleepless nights." You furrowed your brows, looking at him.

"You shouldn't be use to it Chan! you have to take care of yourself!" Chan looked at you and smiled softly.

"hey, don't worry about little one, I'm fine. i promise." you blushed as he ruffled your hair, laughing. You heard a scoff. Minho had arrived home, bags in one hand, his brow raised as he watched you and Chan.

"Minho.. you're home." Chan removed his hand. Minho placed the bags down on the kitchen counter. The air suddenly became thick, suffocating you. You felt tense as did chan. A simple "Mhm" came from the mans mouth as he got to work putting the shopping away.

"I didn't expect you to be home so soon." you exclaimed, watching him put the shopping away, his back to you.

"Why? Did i interrupt the flirting that was happening between the two of you?" Minho's voice was scarily calm. That terrified you. You knew you Minho wasn't happy about what he just saw. It was only just a matter of time. You swallowed as Chan blinked.

"It wasn't like that! I was telling Chan that he should he looking after himself because he's been working a lot lately." Your voice went quiet as Minho approached you. He smirked, bending over and grabbing your cheeks roughly in his hand, squeezing them together to form a pout.

A whimper left your lips, Chans eyes widen at his friends sudden action. Your heart hammered against your ribcage as you looked Minho in the eyes. His eyes dark with mischief. He wanted to let Chan know who you belonged to, who owned you. How dare he touch you.

"Did you like it, kitten? having another mans hands on you? did it feel good?" You let out a pathetic whimper, your body shivered at Minho's words. Chan placed his hand on Minho's arm.

"C'mon, min. It was nothing like that." Minho gave his friend the side eyes, smirking before looking at you.

"Look at him. He's even defending you. How sweet." Minho cooed mockingly before letting go of your cheeks. You swallowed, watching him walk to a separate single chair. He sat, spreading his legs as he lent back. Your gaze travelled down his body to his jean covered thighs.

Minho laughed, your obvious gaze didn't go unnoticed. He purposefully stroked his thighs, his hands gliding up and down. You watched with eager eyes, heat rushing all over your body.

Minho pointed to his feet without speaking. You stood, getting on your hands and knees and crawling to him on all fours. Minho scoffed at your pathetic actions, as you knelt by his feet, hands placed on your lap.

"So pathetic. Always at my beck and call." You pressed your lips in a thin line, his words running through your body to your core. "Like a dog to its master." He smirked.

"Just a shame i had to find you flirting with another man!" You opened your mouth to speak, closing it instantly once Minho shot you a look. "i know! why don't we put a show on for him!"

Your eyes widened as did Chans. You looked over your shoulder at him to see his cheeks turning pink. He stood up, ready to excuse himself before Minho stopped him.

"I'll leave you to it then." Chan said, flustered.

"No. please stay, chan. i know you will enjoy this very much."

"Huh?" Minho picked you up by your wrist, placing you on his lap, back against his chest, as he spread your legs spread wide open, giving Chan the perfect view of your clothed pussy.

You whimpered, looking at chan. Chan tried, he really tried to avert his gaze but he couldn't. He could see the small wet patch forming on your panties, slowly spreading as your pussy slowly got wet. Chan shifted his weight from one foot to the other, watching Minho.

His fingers danced across your skin, disappearing under the material of his t-shirt. his touch felt like fire on your skin. His fingers approached your nipples, flicking and pinching them. Your body jerked as he squeezed the bud between his fingers.

"I hear you Chan, I also see you. I know what you do when i fuck my cute, lil kitten here." Chans body tensed. Has he been caught? does he play dumb and act like he doesn't know what minho mean?

"I hear you groaning and moaning. You listen to me and (Y/N) fuck whilst jerking off. Is it her moans? do they turn you on?" Minho squeezed your breast roughly, a moan falling past your lips. Chan closed his eyes tightly, hands clasped over his crotch to hide his growing boner.

"aw look kitten. You're turning Chan on with your pathetic moans. You really are a slut, aren't you?"

"N-No. I'm not." You whimpered, Minho's warm and wet tongue darting out, making contact with the skin on your neck. You shifted on his lap, his fingers removing themselves and slowly travelling down south. His free hand making it’s way up to your neck. His long fingers wrapped around the side, squeezing. You moaned, feeling dazed at the action.

His lips kissed, sucked and bit your delicate skin, marks forming. This is Minho’s way of showing everyone who you belong too and that no one, gets to touch you without his permission. Minho’s jealousy goes as far as no one should even be breathing the same air as you.

Minho’s fingers came into contact with your clothed clit, his fingertips ghosting over it. He feathered small and slow circles around it, your hips bucking on their own, your head landing on his shoulder as it tilted to the side. The pressure around your neck tightened.

"Minho, please.." You choked out. He smirked against your skin.

"Poor poor kitten. I've barely touched you and look at you, begging and whimpered for my touch. So pathetic yet so amusing." He sneered. You bit your bottom lip hard, his words ran straight through your body.

He pressed his fingers against your cloth clit, moving them in agonising slow circles. You groaned, your hooded eyes locking onto chan. He had sat back down and was watching you both. He doesn't know why he did, but he couldn't explain it. He wanted to hear your delicious moans, see the effect Minho has on your body.

You squirmed on Minho's lap, your ass grinding against his cock. He let out a low growl, applying pressure to your clit.

"M-Minho.."

"What do you want, kitten?" He let go of your neck, faint red marks in the shape of his fingers forming.

"K-Kiss. i wanna kiss please." You begged. Minho laughed before tilting your head to the side and colliding his lips against yours. The kiss was messy and sloppy. Teeth collided with each other, tongues and spit mixing as Minho swallowed ever moan and whimper that left your mouth.

You wanted more, you need more. Chan was watching the two of you which excited you even more. You wondered what Minho had in mind. There is no way he would allow someone else to sit and watch you both unless he had an idea. He’s just too possessive over you, but , whatever it was, you was up for it.

Minho moved your panties to the side, Chan audibly swallowing at sight of your soaked core. The cold air hitting your cunt caused you to hiss against Minho's mouth. His skilful fingers ran up and down your slit, the sound of wetness echoing in the room as his fingers got slick.

Your pussy throbbed, clenching around nothing, begging for something to enter. You didnt think you would get this turned on with someone else watching you, but you did. Minho circled your entrance with his slick fingers before inserting his index finger inside. His finger was knuckle deep as you walls contracted around his fingers.

He slowly moved his fingers, your walls stroking them. You let out sinful whimpers against Minho’s lips, shuffling on his lap. His middle finger soon joined his index and he curled them inside you, stroking your insides and hitting your sweet spot that made you see stars. Moans in the form of Minho's name fell out off your mouth in the most desperate way

Minho pulled away from your lips as he pulled his fingers out slowly, lifting them up to your lips.

"Be a good girl and suck them clean." You opened your mouth slowly, grabbing his wrist. Minho put his two fingers in your mouth, your lips instantly wrapping around the digits. You hummed as the taste of yourself coated your tongue. You looked Minho in the eyes, tongue swirling around his digits.

He groaned, watching you suck his fingers dry. praises left the mans lips, encouraging you.

"Such a pretty thing." he murmured, tucking your hair behind your ear. He pulled his fingers out off your mouth, his eyes glancing towards chan who was uncontrollably hard and palming at his clothed boner.

"Why don't you make him feel good, kitten. Put that whore mouth to good use?" Minho’s thumb stroked your bottom lip as he spoke. You nodded, licking you lips before shuffling off Minho's lap and kneeling in between Chans open legs.

Chan looked at you then at Minho, flustered. "Are you sure? She's your girl, dude."

"Oh, I'm sure Chan, don't worry." Chan nodded slowly, his gaze resuming on you. Your cheeks are pink, lips swollen, eyes glossy with want and desire.

"Channie, let me take care of that" You said sweetly, looking at his painful boner. You grabbed his waistband, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankle, his cock springing free.

You swallowed at the size and girth. It looked delicious, mouth watering. His vein protruding on the side, his tip red and glistening with pre-cum. You whined, shuffling closer to him on your knees, his hot skin making contact with your lips. Chans hips bucked up, hissing at the gentle contact.

you grabbed the base, stroking up and down slowly. You made eye contact with him as you spat on his tip, a string of saliva leaving your lips and landing on his tip. Your saliva sliding down the sides before you used it to rub him.

Chan stroked your cheek gently, watching your every move. you planted a delicate kiss on his tip, making your way to his vein, licking a long and wet strip alongside it. Your tongue made its way up to his tip, licking and sucking gently. the salty pre-cum coating your taste buds.

"Fuck." Chan groaned. You hummed before taking his tip in your mouth, lowering your head until a little over half of him was encapsulated in your hot mouth. you bobbed your head up and down, starting at a steady pace. You hollowed out your cheeks, tongue flat as Chan groaned and whimpered.

You soon grew more confident, so you lowered your head further down, until you felt his tip hit the back of your throat. You paused, swallowing around him, your throat clenching. Delicious groans fell past the mans lips, running straight to your core, causing you to clench your thighs together and rub to cause some type of friction

Chan grabbed a handful of your hair by your scalp. "Im sorry." You looked at him through your lashes, confused. Chan suddenly thrusted down your throat, your eyes widening before squeezing shut. Chans thrusts were powerful, your gag reflex activating over and over again. Tears falling down your cheeks as saliva fell past your lips and coated your chin.

You let out whimpers as Chan continued to thrust down your throat, his grip on your hair tightening. Your throat soon became sore and tender and you was struggling to breath, but you liked that. you loved being used like this. It was fun and exciting to and it turned you on immensely.

Chan pulled you out off his mouth by your hair, your chin coated in saliva and cheeks tear stained. His cock was pulsating and glistening in your saliva. You whimpered at the lost, wanting nothing more that to feel stuffed to the brim with cock. You're greedy when it comes to cock, it drives your senses into overdrive.

Minho stood up and walked to you, kneeling down and wiping your chin with his thumb. He smirked, proud of the performance you put on.

'Good girl. You're such a good girl for us that you deserve a treat, kitten." You eyes lightened up as Minho stood up. "Strip and lay on the couch."

You nodded, rising to your feet at speed. Chan removed himself from the couch to give you room. You stripped yourself of all clothing, suddenly feeling shy as two sets of eyes are on you, eyes darting from your plump breasts to your soaked cunt and swollen clit.

You lay on the sofa, head resting on the arm. Minho rested between your legs, his eyes looking up at you as you swallowed. He took a deep breath in, breathing in your scent and groaned. He hooked your legs over the bend in his arm, pulling you slightly closer to his face.

"You're so wet, kitten. Did you get like this just from sucking off Chan?" You nodded fast, whimpering. Minho tutted before speaking "Of course you did. You are a desperate whore who would do anything to have her greedy holes stuffed to the brim with cock."

You groaned at his words. Minho wasted no time in licking a long strip from your entrance to your clit. Your juices coating his tongue, causing him to hum. He pressed his tongue flat against your clit, your hips bucking against his face. Minho licked and sucked you clit, pleasure coursing through your veins. He nibbled lightly, making you moan out.

He left your clit to lick your entrance, his tongue darting in and out. You bucked your hips, the tip of his nose hitting and rubbing your clit. Minho's name fell past your lips in delicious moans.

Chan walked towards you, standing by your head, his cock hovering over your lips. You looked up and him before opening your mouth wide. Chan inserted his cock in your mouth, your lips closing around him instantly. Chan took the chance and thrusted down your throat again.

You continued to ride Minho's face, your juices coating his chin and lips. You moaned against Chans cock, the vibrations making him groan. He reached down and grabbed a breast in his hand, squeezing it whilst Minho grabbed the other one, squeezing and flicking your nipple.

You was one cloud 9. Pleasure consuming your mind and body, clouding your mind. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes, spilling down the side of your face as saliva pooled and spilt from the corners of your lips.

Your thighs began to tremble and tense, your bucking becoming sloppy and desperate. The knot in the pit of your stomach tightening. Minho knew you what was happening and continued to lick, suck and nibble on your cunt.

You pulled away from chan, grabbing a fistful of Minho's hair as you squeezed your eyes shut. Your orgasm hit you hard, you saw stars as your body tensed and shook, juices falling out off you and coating Minho's face. You panted as Minho pulled away, smirking and pleased with work. Chan watched in awe.

"Woah." Was all Chan could say. Minho rubbed your sensitive clit fast, your legs trembling more as your body convulsed.

"W-Wait, Minho, wait!" You tried to push his hand away from your sensitive clit but he pinned your hands above your head in one swift movement.

"Its okay kitten, you can do it." You whimpered, tears filling your eyes once again as you looked up at Minho. Your body grew hot, sweat coating your skin. Your legs trembled and threatened to close and Minho continued to rub your sensitive bud fast.

You felt the knot form in seconds. you gripped onto Minho's wrists, your nails digging into his skin harshly causing him to hiss in pain. Your back arched violently off the couch, your body trembling as you panted hard. Your juices spilling out and down your ass and onto the couch.

Minho removed his hand as you whimpered, clinging onto his t-shirt. He stroked your hair soothingly, hushing you and calming you down. your breathing became normal as you looked at minho

"Good girl, you did so well."

"Minho.." You whispered.

"Mhm?"

"Its not enough. i need more! please Minho." You begged causing him to chuckle.

"Well seeing as you did so well, how's about chan fucks you first and then me?" You nodded fast, the thought of being filled up with cock made you wetter. "Only if chan wants to though."

You both looked at the eldest man. His gaze fixated on what just happened, his mind failing to process it all. He was lazily stroking his cock, glancing at your sweaty body and fucked out face.

"Please channie. Please fill me up with your cock. i want to feel it deep inside me." You whined, giving your best doll eyes at him. Chan swallowed as he listened to your words before stripping completely.

You grinned as you watched him get in position, minho sitting on the separate chair to watch, stripping himself off his clothes.

"Is no protection okay?" Chan asked as he grabbed your thighs, opening them wide. You nodded before looking over at Minho.

"It is, isn't it Minho? Its okay if Channie fucks me raw right?" Minho nodded and hummed, giving his friend permission to fuck you however he liked.

"We all know you want to be fucked raw, kitten. You're greedy like that." You grinned at your boyfriend before your attention was turned to Chan who was lining himself up to your entrance.

"Ready?" you nodded.

"just stick it in me already! i want that fat cock in my greedy pussy, channie!" You whined. Chan groaned, slowly pushing himself inside you tight and wet pussy. You hissed at the stretch, the burn coursing through your body.

"Fuck – so tight!" Chan wasted no time and began to thrust fast and hard. Your eyes widen as silent moans left your mouth. Your pussy clenched around his cock, your velvety walls embracing and welcoming him. Your warmth encapsulated him and with each pull back, his cock became wetter and wetter with your juices.

You soon became got use to his size, pain turned to pleasure as sinful moans left your body. Chans hands gripped your thighs tight, leaving bruises in the shape of his fingers on your delicate skin.

Your breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, your pussy welcoming him ever time he pushed back in. You gripped onto Chans biceps, smirking in pure bliss.

"So good Chan. You fuck me so well. Keep going!" Groans mixed in with your moans as beads of sweat fell down Chan's temples, his eyes fixated on your bouncing breasts. Your hair was sticking to your forehead as your mouth hung open.

Pleasure was all you could feel and think about. your mind clouded and the ability to form sentences disappeared. You wrapped your legs around Chans waist, pulling him closer and deeper inside.

"Wait, i feel like I could cum." He groaned, his movements becoming sloppy.

"Its okay, let go. fill me up Channie." Chan lost it. His movements halted as his cock throbbed inside of you, emptying himself inside you, coating your walls. You loosened your grip on his legs as he pulled out, tugging his cock and emptying the rest on your chest and stomach

You hummed at the feeling, hot ropes of cum landing on your skin. You watched Minho wall towards you and smirking. He stroked your hair as Chan grunted, riding his high before stepping to the side, taking Minhos place on the separate chair.

"You better be ready, kitten. I'm not holding back."

You mewled at his words, watching him take Chans place between your legs. He gripped your hips and pushed himself deep inside you, Chans cum coating his own cock. Minho bottomed out in you, thrusting fast and powerful inside you as his skin hit your thighs, balls smacking against your ass.

Your back arched off the sofa, loud whimpers left your lips. You gripped Minho's forearms, nails digging into his skin. All it took was one realignment and he was hitting your sweet spot. You felt the tip of his cock in the pit of your stomach.

You couldn't handle it. it was so much pleasure all at once. Your pussy was overstimulated, pleasure running through your veins, your mind focusing on Minho. Background sounds became a blur, your vision blurred as you panted, toes curling.

"Look at you. Look at that face, dirty and laced with pleasure. You've already been fucked dumb, yet here you are, taking my cock so well." Minho tutted, leaning forward and resting his arms on either side of your head.

You was trapped in his warmth, skin coated in sweat as beads of sweat fell down his temples. His hair sticking to his forehead. "Yours such a dirty cum slut, aren't you, kitten?"

You nodded fast, mind not processing what Minho was saying. You just felt so good – too good.

"Good. Minho, so good." Minho hummed, stroking your swollen bottom lip with his thumb.

"Open, kitten." you opened your mouth. Minho spat in your mouth, a string of saliva landing on your tongue, coating it and mixing with your own saliva. "Swallow."

Minho watched you close your mouth and swallow. He hummed in satisfaction. "Good girl. Such a good girl for me. Are you mine, kitten?" You hummed and nodded once again.

"I cant hear you. Who do you belong to?"

"You! i belong to you Minho! i always have and i always will" You cried out. Minho hummed and smirked standing tall. His thrusts became more powerful. His hand coming to the pit of your stomach and pressing down, feeling his cock bulge against it. he grabbed you hand and did the same thing.

"You feel that? that's how deep i am inside you right now and soon, i will be filling you to the brim with my cum that it'll all spill out off you."

You whined at his words, pussy clenching around Minho. He grunted a few times as the knot formed for the third time that night.

"Minho – Cum." You managed to say.

"Cum kitten. Cum around my cock." The knot snapped as you squeezed your eyes shut. You saw stars as your orgasm took over your body. Your juices coating Minho's cock and lower half of his stomach as you let out loud whines and whimpers, body trembling.

Minho paused his movements, stroking your hair and hushing you to help calm you down. Your breathing resumed back to its normal state.

"You okay?" You nodded, slowly. The events of tonight slowly catching up to your body. "Im sorry kitten, but, just hang on, okay."

Minho resumed his powerful thrusts as you whined and whimpered loudly. Your pussy was oversensitive, the pleasure beginning to hurt. A few more thrusts and grunts and Minho soon filled you to the brim with his cum. His and Chan's cum mixing together inside you.

He pulled out once calm. You shivered as you felt it tricking out off you but you was too tired to care. Minho stroked your cheek gently, his soft and loving side showing.

"You okay? Was it too much?" He voice laced with worry. You laughed the best you could.

"No Minho. It was perfect." You closed your eyes. Your muscles felt tired, your mind exhausted as your throat and mouth were dry and sore. Chan rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a cold bottle of water. He handed it to minho who opened it and gently lifted your head, supporting the back of it with his hand. He brung the bottle to your lips, tilting it slightly. The cold water coated your tongue and throat.

"You did well, baby."

"Im so tired, minho." You whispered.

"I know baby, i know, but we have to get you cleaned up. Then we can cuddle, watch some anime and order some takeout. jajangmyeon and fried chicken sound good?"

"That sounds perfect Minho." Your stomach growling at the thought of eating fried chicken and jajangmyeon. Your mouth practically watering.

"I'll fill the bath up for you, (Y/N)" Chan said, walking off toward the bathroom. He stopped in his tracks, looking at you "I didn't hurt you did i? i wasn't too rough, i hope. If I was, I'm sorry."

You chuckled, reassuring Chan that he didn't hurt you and that you enjoyed it – a lot. Your attention was turned to Minho when Chan disappeared into the bathroom

"Was you really jealous when you came home?"

Minho looked at you before answering. "I was a little, but i realised i have nothing to be jealous off." He wiped Chans cum off your breasts and stomach with his t-shirt as he spoke "but it was fun, i had a lot of fun and i hope you did too, kitten."

You hummed. "I did Minho. I enjoyed it a lot more than what i thought i would. It was exciting but now, I'm kinda hungry and sore so, takeout and chill sounds nice."

Minho laughed and agreed with you as Chan popped his head around the corner, claiming the bath was ready. Minho stood and picked you up bridal style, walking to the bathroom. You looked at Chan and winked as you passed him.

"You should join us more often, Channie."

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Part 2 of my Dealer!Ellie filth x

Pairing: Dealer!Ellie x Fem!Reader/Sorority!Reader

Warnings: Smut, spanking, swearing, mentions of weed

Notes: This got long sheesh. Part two to this lil thingy here, probs should read that one first but I can’t tell you what to do.

Word count: 2763

The tapping of your pen against the ugly brown wooden desk sounded like a ticking time bomb echoing in your ears as you stared at the black screen of your phone, your textbooks splayed across the table now long forgotten. Your studying had proved to be only a temporary distraction from the risqué text message that has been left unanswered for three days now. Thousands of thoughts have been racing through your head from the moment you sent it.

She wouldn't have given a fake number would she?

No her phone's probably just off.

For three whole days though?

Maybe she was just drunk and regretted it.

She wasn't drinking that night though.

High? No you were staring into her eyes all night you would've noticed that.

Well except for when she was tongue deep in your-

Maybe she has a girlfriend?

Maybe she just didn't like it as much you thought?

It wasn’t the first time you had been ghosted - you'd even done it yourself a few times, but this one did do a bit of a number on your ego. After you and Ellie had found your bearings in the bathroom of the musty ass frat party she had quickly punched her number into your phone simply under 'E' before slipping out the door and leaving you on your own to fix your sex hair and smudged makeup. By the time you had made your way out the bathroom and back down-stairs she was long gone.

You huffed out a sigh and hastily began shoving your textbooks and pens into your bag, you didn’t often use the library to study, normally preferring your room back at the house but you had just finished your last class of the day and thought studying in a busy public setting would relax your thoughts for the first time in three days. You were wrong.

You shoved your bag over your shoulder grabbing your phone and made your way out the building, immediately unlocking your phone and opening your messages.

Still think you can convince me?

The little ‘read’ sitting under your not so subtle text was just taunting you at this point. You wanted to move on you really did but as embarrassing as it was to admit, she was right, she was the best you’d had and all she did was eat you out and you were determined to find out how much better it could get. Which is why when you saw the auburn haired girl engaging in conversation with some freshman boy under an old willow tree right outside the science building you stopped in your tracks.

The universe either hates you or loves you.

You couldn’t help the scoff escaped your lips as you watched on, not believing the timing.

You weren't surprised to see that she was dealing by the subtle exchange of a small paper bag and a wad of cash, one no one would notice unless they were closely watching. You quickly checked your appearance in your phones camera before you began making your way over to her, passing the freshman who scurried by, looking like he was going to pass out from the fear of being caught. You couldn’t talk though, you were willing your nerves down the closer you got but as you stopped in front of her your irritation quickly took over.

“Funny. Never expected you to be the kind that was all talk.”

Your tone was laced with spite, eyes narrowed as she looked up from her backpack where she had just been stuffing the cash. She then looked back down. To your chest that is, you had to fight to contain a proud smirk, you were still pissed, but you knew exactly what the low cut top did for your tits. Happy accident you wore it today.

Licking her lips and shrugging her bag back over her shoulder she didn’t attempt to hide her blatant ogling.

“And you never struck me as the type to grow some balls, you know, since I had you begging and screaming just from my tongue,” she said causally with a smirk as she walked past you and over to the sidewalk.

You stood frozen in a moment of shock before turning and storming over to where she was still walking with her back to you, you managed to step into pace and walk along side her, now even more pissed off then before.

“Excuse the fuck out of you? You don’t get to ghost me and act so casual about it.”

“Who said I ghosted you?” Ellie questioned dumbly as she responded to a message on her phone.

“The no response to my text does?” You responded incredulously.

“Wow, never put you down as the clingy type either,” Ellie laughed, “or are you just a typical u-haul lesbian?”

“I’m the easily pissed off type actually.”

“Really?” Ellie asked rhetorically, “I couldn’t tell.”

You bit your tongue, continuing to follow Ellie blindly as you crossed the street.

“All I’m trying to say is that if you weren’t interested in hooking up again maybe don’t give out your number.”

During your bickering you hadn’t noticed you and Ellie had stopped in front of a dingy looking apartment building not far at all from the college. Ellie pulled a set of keys from her pocket and had opened the door stepping inside and holding it open for you.

“You coming?”

“Haven’t in three days,” you mumbled as you slipped past her.

She snorted out a laugh as she pushed the door closed and led you up two flights of stairs before stopping to unlock another door and allowing you to walk in first.

You glanced around as you made your way inside, for some reason you were surprised to find it fairly tidy, not seeming to be one for decor Ellie’s apartment seemed to have mainly thrifted furniture judging by the lack of a theme. There were a couple of framed photos laying around and a playstation set up on the tv unit but other then that, not much of a personal touch.

“Surprised you don’t have a marijuana tree growing in here somewhere,” you wondered aloud.

Turning around to face Ellie you noticed she had shrugged off her grey hoodie and was now in a tight white wife beater, you adverted your eyes swallowing back a gulp right as she laughed at you.

“Cannabis isn't a tree it's a plant, and I don’t grow my own shit, I just sell it.”

“Oh,” you murmured feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

“That’s not what you want to know though is it?” She questioned stepping closer to you.

Your lips parted slightly as you nodded your head slowly, staring into her eyes.

“I got busy.”

You let out a scoff and a roll of your eyes as you began to step away, that was until Ellie’s left arm hooked around your waist and pulled you flush against her, silencing whatever smart comment you were thinking up.

“Tell me the truth,” you said quietly, your voice betraying you as the nervousness from being this close to her once again took over.

She didn’t answer, instead she brought her hand to your cheek, gently tilting your head back as her lips attached themselves to your neck, your breath hitching in your throat as she began to suck and bite, her wet tongue soothing your skin as she moved on to the next spot.

Your eyes closed softly, Ellie’s hands torturously slow as they made their way down your body, stopping only when they reached your ass, shamelessly groping your cheeks from underneath your skirt. You silently gave yourself props for chance choosing a thong when getting ready for the day.

Ellie detached her lips from your neck, bringing her tattooed arm back up to cup the back of your head, meeting your lips in a passionate, frenzied kiss. Your arms immediately wrapped themselves around her neck as she began walking you backwards, to what you assumed was the bedroom, you both stumbled down the hall, knocking into furniture and walls as you both kicked shoes off, Ellie’s hands groping almost every inch of your body.

Your lips only parted when you made it to the room and Ellie pulled back from you pushing you by the shoulders onto her bed where you landed on your back with a soft bounce, you raised yourself up quickly onto your elbows and watched as Ellie turned away from you and went to her closet.

Your mouth practically watered at the site of the black harness and purple dildo attached to, she chucked it on the bed by your thighs and returned straight to you, climbing up your body before stopping above you and pulling your shirt off, she reached under your back to unclasp your bra and toss it over her shoulder. She all but buried her face in your breasts, her tongue making quick work, going between your two nipples causing your legs to clench and as your body writhed.

“Why didn’t you respond?” you breathed out as Ellie reached down to your throbbing pussy, hand immediately going to work rubbing slow soft circles on your clit. You were still adamant on an answer.

“Because pretty girls like you have gotten me into trouble before,” Ellie answered vaguely, pulling away from your chest to look into your eyes as she continued to rub you through your panties.

“The fuck does that mean?” You questioned gripping the arm that was bringing you sweet pleasure.

Ellie chuckled while shaking her head and pulling back, her hand leaving your clit to pull your panties and skirt off and throw them to join the rest of your clothes on the floor. You were completely bare before her leaving you feeling more vulnerable then ever under her intense gaze.

“It means,” Ellie began sternly as you started to work on the button of her jeans, “to stop asking so many fucking questions.” With that she had pulled her wife beater off and shrugged her jeans down and off her ankles leaving her in just a sports bra and boxers and god you may as well have been looking at an angel.

You were pulled from your trance by her voice once again.

“Go into that top draw and grab the lube,” she demanded gesturing to her side table as she began pulling the harness on.

You turned over onto your stomach and reached over to the draw, you gasped at the sharp sting of Ellie’s hand connecting with your ass, bringing you the perfect mix of pain and pleasure.

Hastily grabbing the bottle it took only a moment before Ellie yanked you back by your ankles, snatching it from you and using her other hand to help push your hips up so you were on hands and knees, you made sure to arch your back for her, feeling your wetness begin to drip down to your thighs.

With ease Ellie slipped two fingers into your cunt, you groaned as you leaned forward, your face against the soft sheets and ass in the air as she slowly moved them in and out while pouring lube onto the fake dick. After what felt like an eternity of Ellie’s slow strokes she eventually removed her fingers and slowly began to enter her cock.

You thanked your lucky stars you didn’t have to be quiet this time as you threw your head back and let a long drawn out moan as you clamped down on inch by glorious inch until she had bottomed out, her pelvis flush against you, her cock completely concealed by your heat. You had never felt so full, you needed her moving.

You whimpered as you slowly leaned forward and then back, now back on all fours, fucking yourself on the dildo ignoring Ellie’s laugh as she tightened her grip on your hips, allowing you to do so.

“Eager are we?” She asked not needing an answer.

“Please fuck me Ellie,” you groaned, not feeling nearly as good as you could be.

“Looks like you learned from last time,” she responded in a tone that you could easily assume was accompanied by the least humble smirk you could imagine.

Without warning Ellie pulled you back by the hips and slammed you down onto her cock. You let out a long drawn out moan as she began to thrust into you hard, guiding you back and forth on her dick that was soaked in lube and your arousal.

You felt fucking feral, you couldn't get enough, your moans loud, your words practically gibberish, your hands gripping the sheets as you struggled to keep yourself up. From behind you, you could hear Ellie begin to let out some soft groans, the friction of the strap doing wonders on her clit, making you proud that you were playing a small part in making her feel even a fraction of pleasure.

You whimpered as you reached a hand back grabbing one of Ellie's hands and placing it on your ass cheek, silently begging for her to spank you again.

Fully expecting her to demand words that you could barely conjure up, Ellie surprised you with a sharp smack, much harder then the last, enough to have you lurching forward with a squeal.

"Fuck you're such a whore," She groaned out, delivering another spank to the opposite cheek as you attempted to look over your shoulder at her only for the delicious sting and the harshness of her thrusts to send you forward, no longer being able to hold yourself up.

You're face was once again pressed in her sheets, your moans muffled as you reached under yourself to rub at your clit. Ellie noticed and used one hand to press down on the middle of your back, how you were still managing to keep your ass up in the air for her as she ravished your cunt was beyond you.

"Oh my fucking god!" You screamed into her sheets, the newly added pleasure already bringing you closer to your orgasm, you had no time or care to feel embarrassed over how quickly she was getting you there.

"You gonna fucking cum for me princess?"

"Mhm," you barely got out, your hand moving faster now.

"Let me hear it honey," she groaned delivering another smack. You were convinced your ass would be red raw by the end of this, a nice addition to the fresh hickeys on your neck and the ones still fading on your thighs from your last encounter.

"I'm so fucking close, shit Ellie!" You whined, barely being able to lift your head.

Everything was too much, her hands on your body now rubbing soft but commanding circles on your ass between the occasional spank, her cock hitting your spot with every thrust, the pressure on your clit, her groans, her breathing, her words. All enough to send you to your climax as you screamed out her name and clenched around her cock.

You could feel drool escape your lips as you repeated her name over and over, barely being able to think straight through the blinding pleasure.

She didn't stop though, you were practically shaking as she pulled you up by your arms, your back flush against her chest, her hands going straight to your tits to play with them as well as to keep you upright. You could hear her laboured breathing in your ear, the slight stutter in her hips as you ground down on her despite your sensitivity. Your hands went to hers, gripping her arms as she let out a groan of your name before burying her head in your neck as her hips faltered, reaching her peak.

You all but collapsed when she let go of you, straight down onto her plush bed, wincing as it caused the dildo to slip out of you, your thighs clenched together, twitching as you adjusted to the feeling of not being so full.

You turned to your side so you could watch Ellie, she took a few moments to contain herself before throwing herself onto her back next to you as she worked her way out of the strap, throwing it off to the side with a soft clatter.

"You better not fucking ghost me again."

Despite your words your voice was soft as you worked on catching your breath, now staring at the ceiling just as Ellie was.

"You won't have to worry about that sweetheart," she began confidently, turning her head to look at you, "I just about own you now."

#the last of us #tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie smut #ellie tlou #tlou2

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portlandrowismyhome · 11 months

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Borrowed Time: Chapter One

A little fanfic I got suckered into writing by @the-biscuit-agreement ‘s incredible prompt. Huge thanks to @lemonsharks and @oceanspray5 ‘s additional ideas.

This is that Lockwood and co serial killer prompt…

Tag list (or interest list for those who showed interest in the prompt. If you aren’t interested in the fic no worries): (also my Lockwood friends in general): @neewtmas @givemea-dam-break @thedonutdeliverygirl @ikeasupremacy @wellgoslowly @edmundlockwood @narnianweirdos @tangledinlove @so-true-jestie @oblivious-idiot @paysomeonetopaysomeone @peachesanddandelions @myownpainintheass @sadwinistic @almostlikequake @saelterlude @fandomscraziness22 @everythingwillend @uku-lelevillain @atlabeth @carlyleons @smol-being-of-light @losticaruss @superpositvecloudshipper @totally-not-an-npc @paranorahjones @malteevars-kee-devi @teaandtoastandthyme @jesslockwood @krash-and-co @lucy-j-carlyle

Please note this is a sideblog and all replies will come from @waitingforthesunrise

This takes place four months after The Hollow Boy: Lucy is an independent agent who starts investigating the wrong case, and Lockwood has always been living on borrowed time…

Warnings: mild language, general pain, angst, suggested injury, death, car accident, hint at torture, threats, hurt/very little comfort (yet). I’m so sorry, guys…

“Miss Carlyle.” Inspector Barnes sighed, flipping over the newspapers strewn across his desk. “Trust me. This is a case to let go.”

“What cases do we let go, Inspector?” Lucy leaned forward. “We’re agents. Getting to the bottoms of things is what we do.”

“And DEPRAC’s job is to make sure that’s the only thing you go to the bottom of,” Barnes said. “Miss Caryle, you have almost no evidence. You have no team. You certainly have no proof. There’s nothing here, and frankly this will only cause you danger I’m unable to help you with.”

“I didn’t ask for your help,” Lucy snapped. “You called me here.”

Barnes rubbed a hand across his jaw. Lucy stared stubbornly at his desk. They were sitting in his office; well-lit, clean, and smelling strongly of chemical cleaner. Lucy clenched her jaw, determined not to lose the silent battle. She was so tired — Barnes had called her and left no choice but to return to his office immediately after work. And now she was sitting here in front of his desk, wasting time…she could be eating breakfast, or in a warm shower…the hot water cascading over her tired shoulders….

But the water was shut off due to a leak at her apartment, and there would be now arm breakfast or inviting smells awaiting her. Only crusty dishes and a sulking skull.

It had been four months since Lucy had left Portland Row.

Barnes cleared his throat. “Let me make sure I understand. You first took the case from a Miss Helen Younge, correct?”

Lucy nodded. Miss Younge had been young no longer when they had met; the whispery, frail old lady worked at the take-out shop where Lucy often bought doughnuts. Miss Younge often showed Lucy pictures of her cats, but that had been the extent of their interactions until the day the old woman had seized Lucy’s wrist over the cash register and whispered, you’re an agent, aren’t you? Oh, I’m in such trouble…

Barnes studied a notebook. “She offered to pay you?”

“Of course. I am an independent agent. But it was more…”

“A favor?”

Lucy nodded. “She’s an old woman working at a bakeshop, Inspector. She could never pay for a Fittes or Rotwell team.” She didn’t bother to hide the bitterness in her voice; who knew how many nights Miss Younge and others like her had spent, anxious and afraid of things they were unable to see, knowing an inspection alone would cost them precious food?

If Barnes noticed it, he didn’t let on. “Surely you didn’t inspect the property at night?” He squinted at the paper. “An apartment building, nonetheless.”

“Of course not. I did it in daylight. But…” Lucy hesitated. “I thought it would be just a weak Type One, an old person’s death or something, but…”

“Yes?”

“There was a strange whispering.”

“Miss Carlyle, you are a Listener, and sources do have a habit —“

“I found the Source, sir. It was just a simple Type One and gave almost no trouble. But I don’t think it’s the only ghost there. There’s something else, maybe more than just one.”

Lucy paused, remembering the sticky brush of a spiderweb against her face, the quick rush of cool air, the sudden suspension of time.

“It says here,” Barnes said, “you ‘found yourself stuck in a time-loop.’ You have no idea when it could be from, or what it’s stemming from. You’re convinced it’s connected to the Type One, but that it’s not the cause.”

“Exactly.” Lucy eagerly leaned forward. “The voice, it kept saying the same thing, over and over—”

“— help me, I’m dying, he took care of you, so now you’ll kill me too,” Barnes finished in a bored tone. “Very concise for a ghost.”

Lucy brushed off his skepticism. “Of course there was more, that’s just what was clear — Inspector, this ghost was murdered. Maybe Miss Younge’s Type One, too.”

“Wouldn’t it have been a bit stronger, then?”

“Not if it was a miserable, elderly person living alone in an apartment complex with a cat and a bottle of pain pills. Those are a dime a dozen, Inspector. The person might not even know they were murdered. Not until it was too late.”

Barnes groaned. “You have the Source, don’t you.”

“Not on me,” said Lucy. She did. It was in her knapsack, securely sealed in iro; a small, initialed pocketknife.

“Miss Carlyle—”

Lucy hurriedly shuffled through her knapsack, and held out a stack of papers. “Look, Inspector, I found these in the library — it’s a murder case, I’m sure, I think this might lead to the victim, an unnamed body — the Source gets clearer every time I listen to it—”

“Miss Carlyle!” Barnes brought his hand down on the table. “I don’t have time for this. DEPRAC can’t keep you off the case, but consider this a warning. Whatever happens after this is on you. And —“

The door banged open. Lucy looked up to see an ashen-faced assistant gabbling into a hand-held receiver.

“Sir!” The assistant said. “Sir, it’s urgent…there’s been an accident outside, a body…”

Barnes jumped to his feet and hurried out the door, and Lucy, after hesitating for a moment, followed.

Clouds were gathering in the sky overhead; the air smelled like rain. A cool breeze tugged at Lucy’s hair as she hurried down the steps after Inspector Barnes and towards the knot of people gathered near the road.

“They said it was a green van,” the assistant said. “Just barreled through and drove off…”

Voices rose excitedly from the gawking group. “Came right out of nowhere, he did…just slammed into the poor thing…never had a chance….”

“DEPRAC Inspector!” Barnes roared. “Stand back!”

The crowd drew apart, and Lucy had a clear view of the blood streaked face staring empty-eyed at the sky.

It was Miss Younge.

There was a blur of ambulances and shouting and the passerby offering eager comments. Lucy couldn’t look away from the sightless eyes and crumpled cardigan of the old woman. Her head pounded; it couldn’t be real, couldn’t be happening. Miss Younge had given her a sandwich only that morning! The blood spattered across the pavement…

Barnes tried to steer her towards the steps, but she caught his sleeve.

“Miss Carlyle —“

“Inspector.” Her voice was ragged even in her own ears. “Don’t you see? Don’t you understand? This is proof! She must have been coming here to tell me something, she must have found something out! She was murdered, I —“

“Lucy,” Barnes said gently. “There’s been an accident. I understand you’re distraught. Go home, get some sleep.”

“Don’t you get it? This isn’t an accident, this is murder!”

Barnes glanced at the crowd, the assistant waiting nervously, the flashing lights of the screeching ambulance. “This was an accident, Miss Caryle. You’re conjecturing —“

“No!” Lucy stumbled back. “No, it wasn’t.”

An official approached, holding a clipboard. “Inspector, if you’d step this way…”

Barnes looks down at the paper, and when he looked up, Lucy Caryle was gone.

He swore under his breath.

Lucy paused in front of Miss Younge’s apartment building, breathless. She had run all the way from DEPRAC headquarters, rapier digging mercilessly into her hip, stopping only at her apartment to retrieve the skull. Lucy would rather have died on a bed of hot coals than admit it out loud, but she felt safer with it at her side. She bent over, gasping.

The skull groaned from inside her knapsack. “You know, I said that all that greasy food would slow you down. But did you listen? No, of course not. Why listen to your friends? Oh wait…” It cackled. “You only have one!”

“Shut up,” Lucy said abruptly. She was digging in her pockets for the key Miss Younge had given her. The key she had been going to return today….

But there was no time for that. She needed to focus, keep her mind clear. Find any clues before DEPRAC took over. She bounded up the stairs, skull complaining loudly in her ear. Hurry, hurry, hurry…

The door was unlocked.

Lucy tapped it hesitantly and it creaked slowly open.

“Put me down!” The skull complained. “I can’t see a thing!”

Lucy slid the jar out of the bag and set it in the corner. The room was dark and musty; a few half-empty bookshelves, a stained quilt covered the sagging bed…and that strange muttering whisper in her ear sending shivers up her skin…

Something warm and furry brushed against her leg and she almost jumped out of her skin.

“Skull! You could have warned me.”

“Oh, because that’s my job now? You haven’t even apologized for this morning, and you expect me to hand out my exceptional services for free? Besides, it’s only a cat.”

The orange cat meowed hesitantly, and Lucy bent down to brush its back.

“God, no,” the skull said. “Lucy…I see what you’re thinking, Lucy, and the answer is no!”

“We have to take it.” Lucy straightened up and began to examine the dusty bookshelves. “Miss Younge won’t be coming back.”

“It’s a cat. Cats live like the little demons they are. ARGH! It’s coming closer, Lucy, make it stop, it’s so ugly…”

A sharp riiiing cut through the skull’s moans. Lucy jumped, glancing at the phone. Just a call. Probably some elderly friend, looking for a chat. And she’d have to tell them…

She picked up the receiver. “Hello, I—“

“Hello, Lucy Carlyle.” The voice was smooth; slippery, sharp, and entirely unfamiliar. “I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you. Might I add how beautiful you look this morning?”

Lucy froze. “Who is this?”

“A businessman. Looking for a deal.”

Lucy shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. “I’m sorry, but this isn’t my number.”

“Oh, no. It’s your location. But why leave a message when I can reach you like this? I knew you’d come for the cat, anyway.”

The sounds of the skull arguing faded away. “What did you say?”

“Look, darling. You’ve had a good run. A good case. Why, if you go home now, you’ll even find a little payment on the doorstep.”

“A payment for what?”

“Dropping the case, of course.” The voice was like silk. “And never speaking about it to DEPRAC again. We wouldn’t want to bother our silly little head about it, would we?”

“I’m not dropping the case!”

“Oh?”

Lucy scrambled for time, a cold weight in the pit of her stomach. “So you know something? Miss Younge was murdered?”

“Oh, Miss Younge.” The man made a disgusted noise. “She was small and unimportant.”

“The Type One, then?”

“No, my dear. This is about Lockwood.”

Four months. Four months. And her world still reeled at the sound of his name.

Lucy swallowed. “What does Lockwood have to do with this?”

“What doesn’t he have to do with this is a better question. Everything about you traces back to him eventually, doesn’t it? But it’s simple: you bury the case or I bury the boy. After I’ve had some fun, of course…And come on, Lucy. We both know catching him wouldn’t be the hard part.”

“I—”

“You need to drop this while I still have the restraint for it. Think how hard it will be for me to stop after I’ve heard him beg like you have. The boy’s practically screaming for someone to end his misery already, and trust me — when I’m done, he will be. And I’m sure you saw that last case put him in the hospital for three days…No, our Locky’s been looking for death a long time…”

Lucy’s ears were ringing, her nose full of the heavy must of dust and cat. “I—“

“Good day, darling,” the voice said, and hung up.

Lucy clenched the receiver, staring at the faded wallpaper. Her knees were shaking. God, he was right. That hospital visit. A broken leg. She had scanned the papers every day for news of Lockwood, hoping she wouldn’t find a death announcement, hating herself for it every time…

The skull was making horrific faces at the cat, which was inching closer. The skull yelped as Lucy swept it into the bag and bundled the cat in her arms.

“What kind of treatment is this, huh? And we’re going home, I hope…”

“We’re going to find Lockwood,” Lucy said briefly. “Before it’s too late.”

Lucy didn’t bother with the bell or the iron line. She threw herself at the door, hammering at the wood, a horrific panic clutching her heart. The voice had seemed so sure, so certain. She had imagined her re-entry to Portland Row many times; in one particularly gratifying scenario, Lockwood had been on his knees begging her, the hugely successful businesswomen, to save his beloved house. And now it was her begging for entry…she kicked the thoughts aside and hit the door with her foot.

The door swung open unexpectedly and she fell into the dark hallway. George was staring at her, eyes round from behind his glasses, a rapier in his hand.

“Lucy?” He said blankly.

“George,” Lucy gasped, the cat leaping from her arms. She brushed her hair back with a sweaty palm. “Is Lockwood here? Hurry, please, I need to see him!!”

Holly appeared over George’s shoulder, wrapped in an elegant coat. “Oh, it’s Lucy! And she’s brought us a cat!”

“Please!” Lucy pushed past them towards the library. “Where is he? Lockwood!”

“Oh, Lucy,” Holly whispered.

Lucy paused, the quiet house settling over her like a heavy weight. For the first time she noticed George and Holly’s coats and hats, rapiers strapped to their waists.

“We were just going to find you,” said Holly.

Lucy swallowed. “I..”

George heaved a sigh. “Lucy, Lockwood’s been missing for two days.”

The world was spinning again.

Lucy felt a hand on her elbow, and Holly guided her into a chair. “Hurry, George, put on some tea, she’s probably frozen…oh, I’m so sorry…”

George made a disgruntled noise. “She still hasn’t said what she’s doing here.”

“I got a phone call,” Lucy said numbly. “About Lockwood. There’s this case — it was a warning, and I …Oh, my word.”

Holly set down a mug. “We were just going to look for you. We thought, maybe…”

“He wasn’t with me,” Lucy said.

They all jumped at the shrill ring of the phone. The sound sliced through Lucy with a cold recognition. She rose.

“I’m alright, Holly, really. I — I need to answer that call.”

“You don’t even work here!” George said, following her into the hall. “It’s not your job!”

“You never answered them even when it was your job,” she shot back. “And this one will be for me.”

The receiver was cool in her hands. She stared at the dark bookshelves, breathing in the familiar smell of Portland Row. “Hello?”

Silence.

Hope filled her. Maybe it was just a wrong number — a grocery order —

“Hello, darling,” the voice said, a soft chuckle hiding in it’s voice. “What a pleasure to hear your voice again.”

“Wish I could say the same for you.”

“My, my. Sass this early in the day? Did your little pals miss you?”

She gripped the receiver. “Where is he?”

“Where is he? But you’ve guessed that, haven’t you, Lucy Caryle? Best Listener in London. Head like that on your shoulders. You know where he is.”

“I swear if you’ve hurt him,” she whispered. “It will be the last thing you ever do, do you hear me? I swear—“

“Oh, Lucy,” the voice crooned. “If I hurt him? You should be begging me for a little mercy.” He sighed. “What would you have guessed? DEPRAC arrived at the apartment only five minutes after you and started a Source sweep with a double team. Your Mister Barnes trusted you a little more than you thought. But that’s besides the point…”

“I don’t know you have him,” Lucy said. Geroge’s worried face loomed in her vision, Holly right behind him, hands clasped under her chin. “You could be lying.”

“I could.” The voice hummed lightly. “How would you like me to prove it to you? His voice saying your name? A handkerchief?”

Her stomach clenched. “A recording. A piece of fabric. Could have gotten them anywhere.”

“True,” it mused. “What about a finger? You’ve stared at his hands enough; you’d know them anywhere, wouldn’t you?”

“I—“

“Or his ring? The one you thought you might wear on your finger one day.” It chuckled. “Still time for that. At his funeral, maybe —“

“Where is he,” Lucy spat into the phone. “Where is he, you stupid bastard!?”

“Now, now,” the voice tsked. “I’m not cruel. Why don’t I just put him on the phone? Be a good girl and listen to his demands, now.”

Lucy’s stomach dropped at the familiar voice over the phone.

“Luce,” Lockwood said warmly. “It’s been a while!”

“My word, Lockwood,” she said faintly. It was him, really him; his voice and his nickname for her… “What are you doing?”

“A spot of business. Quite nice, really.”

She could hear the rough edges in his voice now, the little gasps on the end of his sentences, like the air was whistling through his lungs.

“Lockwood,I—”

“It’s so good to hear your voice again, Luce; you have no idea. Wish you could have popped round for some tea the other day, though. George made your favorite.”

“Lockwood!”

His voice was weary when he spoke again. “Yes, Luce?”

She turned away from the others. “What’s going on, Lockwood? They couldn’t find you — I was so worried — where are you? Where do I need to go? I’ll come and I’ll —“

“Not to worry,” Lockwood said cheerfully, but it sounded forced, as though he was saying it through clenched teeth. “I’ve got it all handled, Luce. Everything’s under control. You’re not running yourself to the ground over me, are you, Luce? Get some rest and take care, you hear me? And stay at Portland Row as long as you like. Oh, and tell Holly that I broke one of her pink teacups the other day. She can order a new set. My apologies.”

Lucy’s gaze rose to meet Holly’s horrified eyes. “Lockwood!” She spat, trying desperately to keep the panic from her voice. “Tell me where you are, I swear — dear God, Lockwood, this isn’t a joke—”

“Isn’t it? That reminds me: I heard a particularly good one the other day, I made a note to tell you…” Lockwood hissed sharply. “Ah. Oh, that’s better.” There was a sliding sound. “Just needed to sit down.”

“You’re hurt, aren’t you?” Lucy knew she was babbling. “Lockwood, please, please—”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s okay, Luce.” Lockwood’s voice was perfectly calm, with only a slight tremor to remind her they weren’t sitting across from each other at the breakfast table. “I promise.”

“No!” She gasped for breath. “No, you swore you would never lie to me again, Lockwood — you swore—”

“Lucy!” Lockwood chuckled, but inhaled sharply as though it pained him. “I’m taking care of a brief issue. It’s business as usual.”

“No, Lockwood, it’s not! Just tell me, please, please—”

“I’ve spent my life feeling like a weapon,” Lockwood said quietly, his voice echoing over the phone. “Always living on borrowed time. I never could tell if the weapon was pointed at myself or at others. But I’ll make damn sure it isn’t pointed at you.”

A ragged sob caught in Lucy’s throat. It wasn’t real. She’d wake up tomorrow, in her own bed, and Lockwood would still be an annoying prick who lived nearby, and she would have a chance to fix everything. It couldn’t end like this.

And here she was, already acting as though it was the end.

“No,” she whispered into the phone, her voice growing louder. “No! NO. DAMN YOU, LOCKWOOD, YOU ANNOYING BASTARD — JUST TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE, YOU’RE NOT GOING TO DIE, I WON’T LET YOU, I—“

“Listen to me, Lucy,” Lockwood said, his voice suddenly urgent. She broke off, sobbing for breath. His voice was quick and direct, like they were on a case together. “Take the Source. Listen exactly to what it says, and then tell Barnes. Okay? And then take it to the furnaces and burn it. Understood? You’ll be alright. Everything’s under control.”

“No,I—”

“One last thing,” said Lockwood, his voice shaking just a little. “Luce, I needed to say…there’s not much time, but I lov—”

There was a sharp beep, and the line went dead.

~ To be continued ~

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