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throneofsapphics · 4 months

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can i req a little drabble with nyx? i imagine nyx to be a bit like feyre but also being on the more broody side. perhaps where reader gets the “meeting the family” dinner with the IC and shes like a ball pf sunshine, complete opposite to nyx?

ambushes and invitations

Nyx x Reader

Summary: Told it's finally time, Nyx takes you to meet his family.

Warnings: none

A/N: thank you for the request! I love grumpy sunshine so much.

“I’m excited,” you insisted - almost bouncing on your toes as you walked together.

“You really shouldn’t be,” he grumbled, hand shooting out to grab yours. He pulled you in close - a bit too abruptly, and you stumped over your feet, a laugh echoing from your chest as you slammed into him, his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you steady. Nyx’s mouth indented at one corner, eyes shining as he glanced down at you. Pausing, he licked his thumb, brushing against your jawline, a tinge of blue appearing on his finger. A spot of paint from earlier. Letting go of your waist, he kept his hold on your hand and your feet carried you down the path, footsteps light on the cobblestone. You’d insisted on walking - giving you time to wrap your mind around what the evening would look like.

He’d ambushed you at your home, where you were in the middle of trying to paint a gift, and ‘invited’ you to a family dinner. You couldn’t refuse, and the limited timeframe gave you less time for a ball of nerves to build. It wasn’t wholly effective. Truth be told, you were somewhat nervous. His family was intimidating to say the least, but you’d grown up around what you considered were intimidating people, and this was another dinner - at least you told yourself that.

The next time you tripped - a loose rock, not your fault, Nyx covered it - bringing your arm above your head and spinning you.

“Are you nervous?” You asked, as you drew closer to your destination.

“Me?” His eyes rolled. “Never, darling.”

Your eyes lit up in amusement. “Never? Because I remember very clearly the one time -”

A pinch to your side cut off your words, and you realized you were within hearing distance of two winged figures. You’d been distracted looking up at Nyx, and a light blush covered your cheeks.

“Don’t stop on our accord,” one of the males - Cassian, you recognized, said.

You grinned. “Once, we were-”

Nyx’s hand clapped over your mouth, muffling your words.

Both were friendly, even though you had the keen awareness your every move and expression was being monitored. That’s fine by you, there was nothing you felt the need to hide.

They all introduced themselves, but you already knew exactly who they were. Rhys, your High Lord insisted you call him Rhys, same with your High Lady. Nyx spoke of them so freely, a few complaints littered here and there, but actually meeting them as his parents was different. Sure, you’d seen both of them in Velaris at one point or another, but this was a completely different context. Maybe in your mind you’d created a different persona for them - Nyx’s parents. Either way, the two versions from your mind had no choice but to meld now.

“What do you do for work?” Feyre asked. This was a subject you could speak on for ages.

“I’m a teacher, for toddlers.” The spot of glitter on your wrist caught the light at the perfect time.

“Do you like it?” Her head tilted.

“I absolutely love it,” you replied and lulled into an easy conversation, some of your nerves fading.

Back and forth, questions bounced across the table - about nearly every subject, and you fielded all of them the best you could. Nyx seemed to glare at anyone who asked things a bit too personal or touchy.

“How’d someone like you end up with this broody asshole?” His uncle didn’t even wince as Nyx kicked him in the shin. Hopefully hard enough to leave a bruise.

“That’s what I want to know,” Mor said - glancing between the two of you.

Nyx cut in before you could answer. “Easy, I won her over.”

“Easy?” You raised your brows, amusement in your eyes.

“Not exactly.”

Your eyes seemed to say; good save.

Gods, he remembers the weeks he spent ‘chasing’ you, and trying to get the point across that he liked you as more than a friend. You were a ball of pure light and joy, bright enough to make him seem like a dark and stormy cloud, and he loved you for it. His little ball of sunshine, although everyone else was stealing your attention right now.

You’d been seeing each other for a few months when his parents finally put their foot down and insisted on meeting you. Everything was a bit last minute, and he felt a tad guilty for ‘inviting’ you with less than an hour, but it was a casual affair, and you were in good spirits about it - nearly exploding out of your skin the entire way here.

So far, it seemed to be going well. You were sitting directly next to Mor, and the two of you were making easy conversation.

Cassian caught his eye, an amused look on his face.

What is it? Nyx slipped into his mind.

She’s nice. Talkative. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Seems like she’s good for you.

Nyx brought himself back into the present, aware of your conversation starting to dwindle next to him. He found you looking at him with a curious expression, but a tinge of worry in your eyes, grabbing your hand under the table, he gave you what he hoped was a reassuring squeeze.

“Do you have any Solstice plans?” His mother asked, a gleam in her eyes. That’s all it took for him to know she was absolutely smitten with you, but he still fought a wince at her direct question - he knew you didn’t, and if this went well he’d already planned on inviting you.

“I don’t,” your words were softer than normal - maybe a bit unsure. Nyx squeezed your hand again, hoping he wasn’t crushing your fingers.

“Perfect,” she clapped her hands together. “Join us.”

“If you want to,” he added, meeting your eyes.

Really?

She wouldn’t have offered otherwise.

The mental equivalent of an eye roll came through before you beamed at her and agreed.

Nyx flew you home, refusing to let you walk on your own and in the dark. You chose not to argue with him this time. Besides, you liked seeing the city from above, all of the glittering lights, and especially in his arms.

“You,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, closing your door behind him with his foot.

“Me?”

One arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you in close. “You are wonderful.”

Your words were muffled, face pressed against him, “where’s this coming from?”

He loosened his arms just enough for you to look up at him. “You survived them.”

Lips turning up at the corners, you poked his chest. “Survived?”

“You know what I mean,” he sighed.

“Sure,” you tucked yourself back into him.

“First, I would love to have you there,” he prefaced, hand running down your hair - and your heart jumped. “But you don’t have to come to Solstice if you don’t want to, or if it’s too soon.”

“That might be the most words I’ve heard you say in a row.”

He pinched your side before continuing, “I know she put you on the spot.”

You slid one hand up to rest on his chest - just above his thundering heart. “I would love,” you repeated his words, “to be there.”

“Thank the gods,” he breathed, pulling you close again.

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 11 months

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How Ari met Pretty girl...

Ari Levinson x reader

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, innuendos, angry!reader, enemies to lovers kinda, grumpy!Ari (let me know if you want to be added to taglist)

<Part 1<

Ari was not in a good mood. Some might say that was nothing new for him. But his morning so far had been a shit show. He was woken up earlier than he'd have liked by his neighbors arguing and slamming doors. Then on his morning run, he ran through a puddle much deeper than he had expected, soaking his feet and legs. His shower wouldn't work properly so he had to settle for a cold one. He then burnt his breakfast and to top it off as he left his apartment building, it once again started pissing it down. And of course, traffic was a nightmare as he made his way to the coffee shop he favoured before heading into work.

His large hands gripped the steering wheel as he grumbled to himself barely paying his surroundings any attention as he drove down the street. If he had, he'd have spotted the pretty girl as she put her umbrella down and shook it off, stood beside the parking spot he'd sped up to snatch just outside the coffee shop. The one that had a giant puddle in the middle of it.

Ari's eyes widened as he watched the entirety of the puddle cover the poor young woman head to toe. "Fuck." He pushed open his door quickly and called out, "Miss, I am so sorry that happened. I didn’t see you-"

"You didn’t see me?" You snapped at him. "How the fuck couldn't you see me? I'm stood right next to your damn car, asshole."

Ari's mouth hung open, not expecting you to speak to him like that. "I-I, wasn't paying attention, I'm sorry... I've had a terrible morning and-"

"Oh, you've had a bad morning. Did you get soaked through by some jerk too?" You glared at him.

Ari gulped and shook his head, "Uh, no... Just, got my feet wet." He chuckled to himself as he ran his hand over the back of his neck.

You scowled at him before huffing. "Y'know what," You drew in a deep breath. "Eat shit." You turned around to head inside the coffee shop.

"Hang on!" Ari quickly moved in front of you and put his hand on the door handle, stopping you from going inside. "I'm trying to apologize here, lady, you can't speak to me like that." Ari frowned at you.

"Oh, forgive me. But when some asshole, who doesn't pay attention to what he's doing and ends up soaking you through with cold, muddy water and then laughs at you, you kinda can't stop yourself from being pissed off and angry with him."

Ari lowered his head with a heavy sigh. "Your right. I'm sorry. "

"You've said." You rolled your eyes.

Ari couldn't stop the smile growing on his lips. "Let me buy you a drink... And some cake or something. To apologize. Please. I really didn't mean for this to happen." Ari pleaded with you.

You huffed but nodded. "Okay but only because I'm cold."

Ari nodded and opened the door, letting you enter first as he smiled to himself. He quite enjoyed the bite you had. Ari watched as the elderly owner of the coffee shop greeted you and handed you a towel before sending you off into the back. Ari felt his cheeks blush as the woman frowned at him.

"What were you thinking, Ari?" She scolded him.

Ari sighed, "I didn't mean for that to happen, Sarah."

"I should hope not." She tutted. "That poor girl is soaked to the bone." She shook her head with a sigh as she walked behind the counter.

Ari nodded. "That's why I'm buying her a drink as an apology." Ari smiled.

Sarah frowned at him. "You should be buying her a lot more than that, Ari."

"And a slice of cake." Ari added.

Sarah shook her head with a soft chuckle. "Your usual?"

Ari nodded. "And whatever-" Ari pointed to where you'd disappeared. "Uh... The pretty girl, wants."

Sarah chuckled. "Y/n... And she'll have a large slice of chocolate cake too."

Ari nodded. "Of course."

You looked at yourself in the small mirror with a huff. At least you didn’t look like a complete mess. And luckily your job required you to have spare clothes with you on rainy days like today, so not all was a loss. As you thought back to the giant bear of man you'd been so rude to, you cringe, knowing your mother would not be please with you. You don't speak to people like that, Y/n. No matter how much of a jerk they've been.

With a deep breath you opened the door and headed back out into the coffee shop, sending a thankful smile to Sarah. She nodded over to the back corner that you preferred to sit in with her own smile. There sat the grizzly bear himself, looking even larger thanks to the small table and chairs he was occupying.

You cleared your throat as you stood beside him.

Ari looked up before standing up, towering over you. "I got your favorite... Or, it's what Sarah, said was, your favorite." He cleared his throat.

You nodded. "Thank you." You offered a shy smile as you sat opposite him.

"No need to thank me. It's the least I could do." Ari sat down, feeling his face heat up as you smiled at him.

"I should apologise, for the way I spoke to you."

He shook his head with a frown. "Please. I was a jerk, I deserved it."

"No, you didn't. If my mother had heard me, she'd have kicked my ass." You joked making Ari grin.

He nodded, "Yeah. If mine had seen me she'd definitely have given me a smack up the side of the head." He chuckled, making you giggle. "I'm, Ari, by the way." He held his hand out to you.

"Y/n." You smiled as you took his hand in yours, biting your bottom lip as you noted how much bigger his hand was than yours.

"Yeah, I know." Ari nodded.

"You do?" You raised your eyebrow at him.

"Sarah told me... Not because I asked or anything creepy. I just, referred to you as, Pretty girl and then she told me." Ari closed his eyes with a defeated sigh, making you smile. "I suck at this." He groaned, dropping his head into his hands.

"Trust me, I suck too." You smirked to yourself, waiting for Ari's reaction.

He lifted his head with a grin. "I see what you did there."

"Too easy." You smiled. "So, tell me what made you so grumpy this morning. Apart from your wet feet, of course."

Ari rolled his eyes with a chuckle. "Okay... Neighbors from hell at five in the morning, making all kinds of racket. We've covered the wet feet. Shower wouldn't work, so had to have a cold one. Burnt breakfast. Walking from my apartment to my car soaked me... And, traffic was nightmare... Then, there's soaking you through." Ari sat back in his chair. "Again, I apologise."

You chuckled, "Stop apologising... Just don't do it again."

Ari shook his head as he held his hands up. "I promise, it's not a habit of mine to make pretty girls soaked." He closed his eyes with a groan.

Your head fell back with laughter. "Oh, my god. Tell me, you meant to say that." Ari shook his head, making you laugh even more.

"Changing the subject," Ari cleared his throat. "What's the reason for you having spare clothes?"

"Work." You smiled. "I usually get pretty muddy when it's rains."

Ari raised his eyebrow at you. "What the hell do you do?"

"I work at an animal shelter not far from here." You smiled at him. "I like to volunteer to walk the dogs in this weather. Besides, no one else enjoys it." You grinned. "I just love to watch them run around in the rain, having the time of their life."

Ari grinned to himself as he listened to you talk with so much passion. "You must really love your work?"

You nodded. "I do. It's not always easy, but it's rewarding y'know. Besides, dogs are awesome. Much better than people." You smiled making him laugh.

"I bet."

"What do you do?" You asked.

Ari drew in a deep breath. "Nothing as fun as what you do... I work for a government agency."

Your eyes widened a little. "Oh... Okay... Sounds boring."

Ari nodded with a chuckle. "Sometimes." He groaned as he looked down at his watch. "Speaking of which, I've gotta go. I was running late already."

"Oh, no. I'm sorry I've kept you."

"No, don't be." He smiled at you as he placed his hand over yours. "Talking to you has actually relieved some of my stress." He smiled. "But, uh, I don't quite feel like I've made up for being a jerk." He smiled. "Could, I maybe, take you to dinner?"

Your eyes widened. No, freakin', way. You gulped, nodding. "I'd, like that." You smiled. You reached into your bag and pulled out a pen. You grabbed the napkin that sat on the table and wrote your number down. "Call me when you're less grumpy." You teased making Ari grin.

He nodded. "I will... Enjoy your cake." He sent you a wink as he got up making you blush. "Bye, Sarah..." He waved over to her as he pushed his chair in. "Bye, pretty girl." He whispered as he walked past you making you blush even more.

As the door shut and you watched him walk back to his car you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"I better get an invite to the wedding." Sarah teased making you roll your eyes.

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genshinlover101 · 2 years

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Hi, I hope you’re having a good day! Can I request fem reader who’s clumsy and really bad at their job, but also has a big crush on their boss. For example reader being a new shrine maiden etc. With Yae, Lisa and Hu Tao? So sorry if this doesn’t make sense!

S/O Having a Crush on Their Boss/Her

Character: Yae Miko, Lisa, Hu Tao x gn!reader

Warnings: none

A/n: I wanted so badly to do a shrine maiden for Yae Miko, but for the sake of making this as gender neutral as possible I made reader into an employee for Yae’s Publishing House :)

• You were aware that Yae Miko would’ve been way more popular within Inazuma if her attitude wasn’t so antagonistic. Despite her undeniable beauty, many thought you had a thing for masochism because of how suppressive she was to those who were easy to manipulate.

• You don’t know what possessed you to stay loyal to Miko, maybe it was her cleverness, her charisma, her womanly charm. You’d even pick up extra shifts and work extra hard just for the recognition of the fox lady. Praying that she’d descend Mt. Yougou to visit Inazuma City so that you might see her that day.

• Kuroda, an editor for the Publishing House, very obviously knew how down bad you were for your boss. Every time she visited the store your eyes would fixate on her and it was only her voice that you’d respond to. Your favorite book from the store being “Pretty Please, Kitsune Guuji”, featuring none other than a metaphorical version of your beloved boss.

You had your nose deep into the spine of the newest light novel brought to Yae’s Publishing House, your legs resting on the stand as customers passed your petite little store. The day was particularly slow, with only a few people stopping by to glance at your merchandise during what normally was considered rush hour for you.

So when you heard the bell on the front desk rink once or twice you groaned, not being in the customer service mood. “Yes hello, how many I help you,” you mumbled as you rubbed your eyes from the sleep that plagued you. As your vision grew crystal clearer a certain pink kitsune rested her upper body on the front desk. A goofy smile on her face as you stuttered your eyes popping from the surprise.

Her index finger dragged across the wood, picking up dust along the way. “Not the cleanest I’ve seen this place hmm?” She said analyzing the gray particles on her slender hands, she didn’t look very impressed. “I supposed you’re working another double tonight? Are you burned out yet? You know I could’ve asked our editor-in-chief to lessen your hours,” she tried to make small talk with you.

Your face blushing a hot red, “C-certainly not Lady Guuji,” you shook your head vigorously. Cursing yourself that of all times for Miko to visit was when you felt your lowest. “I’ll clean the front desk immediately,” you bowed, ready to excuse yourself in shame.

That was until she placed a hand on your shoulder from over the front counter, her other arm supporting her weight as she stood on her tippy toes in order to reach you. Her mission was to stop you from leaving her sight. “That’s not necessary little mouse, you seem tired. I’m not so sadistic as to overwork my employees am I?” You felt your brain explode in overdrive as you tried to fathom her touch. Any bystander could see how weak in the knees you were.

• You were the only one with the official title of “Lisa’s Little Helper”. Everyone in Mondstadt thought of you like her little doggy who went out and did chores for Miss Lisa when she was taking her afternoon break. Just hanging around the library 24/7.

• You would run around hog wild in Mondstadt as you tried to pursue overdue books, reorganizing the bookshelves, and restoring damaged books. You were Lisa’s favorite, so reliable, and so hard-working, that it created an opportunity for her to laze around more than she already did.

• Even though you had no coworkers, regulars of the library could very obviously see your crush on your boss. Most notable is whenever you made a scene in such a quiet environment because Lisa had embarrassed you thoroughly. Even a child like Ella Musk could see how brainwashed you were.

You sat in a squeaky chair with your head resting in your arms, absolutely exhausted from chasing down a book thief all day. Someone had stolen a book from the library, making it your job to pursue them even if you had to travel to Snezhnaya.

With a pair of warm arms lowering around your neck, you felt the weight of someone rest on top of your back, taking deep breaths. You knew the only person with the nerve to bother your sleep was nobody but Lisa herself. “Lisa you’re crushing me,” you tried to say underneath her.

“Hmm so grumpy,” she pouted against your back, you could feel her squishy bosom crush your back. “You wouldn’t even cheer up for a kiss on the forehead? I heard your journeys today from rumors while I visited dear Jean,” You raised your body to face her properly, Lisa following alongside your movements, her arm’s grip never relenting from around your neck.

“Ah, so you heard,” you mumbled. Your eyebrows furrowed, you folded your arms, and your cheeks puffed up in frustration, not wanting Lisa to hear about your failures.

“Of course I heard,” Lisa spouted joyously, poking the air out of your cheeks with a gleeful smile. “I knew you could do it for me.” Her eyes were half-lidded, it looked as if she were intoxicated.

“You know something as special as that heroic act you pulled off will get any little lady’s heart-pounding,” she told you. Her seductive raspy voice went through one ear and out the next like a symphony. Regardless of how unreliable Lisa could be as your boss, as a woman she was the only one who could claim your affections. “Don’t be so uptight cutie, let me reward you from time to time Hmm?”

• Honestly, Hu Tao wasn’t the most reliable boss for the funeral parlor. She was 100% capable of running it when she was concentrating and in focus, but most of the time she was the same prankster that Liyue knew her for. Old man Zhongli was grateful for your helping hands at least.

• Hu Tao always had some unorthodox method of advertising on her mind, she’d jump up and down for you to make her ideas a dream come true. From a business standpoint, you wish you could deny every one of her requests as they all seemed crazy. But from a personal standpoint, you just couldn’t say no to her floral eyes begging you, claiming how epic it’ll be.

• Zhongli, the funeral parlors infamous consultant, would always roll his eyes at you two. Even though you couldn’t see it, you two were just two youngsters flirting in broad daylight. Even though it was supposed to be a relationship between boss and employee, the lack of professionalism was very prominent.

Hu Tao pranced around, her were spirits still high even after being rejected multiple times going door to door to advertise the Funeral Parlor. You would always mope around, it was a challenge not to get depressed after so much rejection. Almost none of the flyers you were carrying had been accepted, your feet dragging behind you.

She did a little circle around you, analyzing you up and down with her arms behind her back, everything from your facial expressions to your back aching in pain. “C’mon, look alive,” Hu Tao tried raising you from your slouched position, forcing your arm to wrap around her shoulders. “Hehe- get it? Look alive...? Man, you’re such a killjoy” Her puns certainly didn’t help anybody’s case. She continued on and on, her high-pitched voice rattling through your head.

For a brief moment, you felt like you could see through your blindness, why exactly all of Liyue found Hu Tao a pain. But no matter how much she annoyed you, something about her toothy smile, or her spunky way of talking, or the pep in her step, it put the veil over your eyes thata blinded you from the truth of your crush. “Boss, we still have many houses to go. Please save your energy as you’re the face of this brand.” You tried to reason.

“Pipe down you say?” She inquired. “How can I do that silly,” in fact your statement might’ve just riled her up even more. As if it were rather a challenge to see how long she could last. She began walking faster, her arm wrapping around your waist to get a better grip on you. Her other arm reached out to intertwine with the hand that floated over her shoulder, trying to drag your limp feeling body to pick up the pace. You could feel the cold feeling of her chunky rings in between your fingers.

“How could I manage to do this without you, my trusty attendee,” she mused. You couldn’t manage to find the words to reply to her obviously made-up flattery. “Number one in the Funeral Parlor will always be taken by yours truly, but number one in my heart will always be you y’know.”

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goforth-ladymidnight · 1 year

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This picture has been living in my head rent-free ever since @isterofimias gave it to me. As a thank you, and as a little Christmas gift, I wrote a little snippet inspired by this image.

For @/isterofimias, thank you again for encouraging me to write more about Brilin this year. I’ve enjoyed getting to know you better. The happiest of holidays to you, and everyone. 💖🎄 Enjoy.

Pairing: Tamlin x Briar

Warnings: None

Contains: Christmas/Solstice Fluff

The towers of the Winter Court Palace appeared to be carved from ice itself. Misty gray clouds drifted low and grazed the sharp spires, releasing flecks of snow into the frosty twilight.

Tamlin took a slow, deep breath of crisp winter air as he faced the tall double doors leading into the palace.

He hadn’t been here since he was a child, and that was only because his father had allied with Winter during the Great War. Needless to say, it had not been under pleasant circumstances, and certainly not during the Winter Court’s holiest holiday. Out of all the Seven Courts, the Winter Court was the most isolated, and the most mysterious. But everything was different now. Amarantha’s reign was over, the Second War with Hybern had come and gone, and Koschei the Deathless was still just a whisper on the wind. It was a time of peace, no matter how brief, and it was a time to celebrate the end of another year… the year he met her.

As they walked through the large, heavy front doors, Tamlin looked down at the woman on his arm and smiled, feeling calmer at once. As if she had noticed him looking, Briar peered out from beneath the white fur-trimmed hood of her cloak and grinned back. Her fair cheeks were flushed from the cold, and her brown eyes sparkled under the light of a thousand tapered candles.

They parted only to allow the palace servants to take their cloaks, then Briar immediately returned her satin-gloved hand to its usual place in the crook of his arm. Though the decorations were dazzling—miniature potted evergreens glowing with faerie lights and swathed in silver ribbons, fine lace table streamers that resembled snowflakes, crystal bowls filled with assorted nuts, others filled with clove-scented pinecones, and leagues of evergreen garlands that graced every doorway—he only had eyes for her.

The soft green shade of her gown made her rosy skin glow, and it complemented the emerald pendant around her neck. Her dark hair flowed smoothly past her bare shoulders, and it was pinned back by a single rose behind her right ear.

As they walked arm-in-arm to greet their hosts, she noticed him staring and gave him a bemused smile. “What?”

He covered her hand on his arm and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I love you,” he said softly. “I really love you.”

Her smile softened into a loving look as he lifted her hand for a lingering kiss, and though he would have liked to kiss her fingers instead of her glove, that could wait until they were alone in their room.

“I love you, too,” she murmured.

Before he could say more, she glanced around, then—apparently finding what she was looking for—pulled on his hand.

“Come with me,” she said, eyes sparkling.

Though High Lord Kallias and Lady Viviane would be expecting them, he didn’t have it in him to protest as he followed Briar to a tall, arched doorway. He could never say no to her.

Still, he was confused as they stood beneath the arch between two rooms, neither entering or leaving either room as guests continued to appear in the hall behind them. When she only bit her full lower lip in anticipation of something, he tilted his head and asked, “What is it?”

She nodded to something above them. “Look up.”

He glanced up to see a green sprig tied with a shining silver ribbon, half-hidden by an evergreen bough. “Mistletoe?”

Briar nodded, blushing. “It’s a Winter Court tradition,” she said shyly.

“What is?”

She bounced on her toes, blushing madly. “Kissing beneath it.”

He could feel his own face grow warm even as he smiled. “Is that so?” he teased.

Her face broke into a grin. “It’s supposed to be good luck for the coming year.”

His smile softened as he reached out and cupped her face. “I don’t need luck,” he said, softly brushing her cheeks with his thumbs. “I have you.”

Her brown eyes shone as she leaned into his touch and covered his hands with her own. “I’m the lucky one,” she said softly.

Her eyes drifted closed as he bent his head and pressed his lips to hers.

In that moment, he felt like the luckiest High Lord who had ever lived, but before they parted, he gave her one more lingering kiss. She grinned and kissed him back. After all, a little more luck couldn’t hurt. And at this rate, it was going to be a very good year.

#tamlin x briar #brilin #pro tamlin #my fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #acotar fluff #happy holidays

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ninjakitty2988 · 2 years

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Chapter 13 you are my sunshine

You look at Kyojuro he's looking giddy you let out a little giggle, "kyo you should be training in the dojo now!" You get off his lap and he stands up, "oh yes of course I got lost in the moment then!" He quickly walks off to his sleeping quarters and changes into his hashria uniform with his haroi, he then rushes back to your sleeping quarters trying not to waste any more of the day. You're about to pick up the things you need to bathe and Kyojuro stops you. "Let me carry your hinoki bath bucket with your soaps for the bath and I will be on my way to the dojo. Will that be ok with you my dear?"

You respond "yes of course as long as it's no trouble at all, I don't want to interrupt your training." He laughs enthusiastically "did you forget that i wanted to help you? Also you're not holding me back." You lift your hands up in defeat "okay okay you win kyo!" He picks up the basket "good now let's go to the bath's to clean yourself up and relax in there it will help, take as long as you need."

You and Kyojuro walk to the bath's and Mitsuri walks around the corner and she spots the both of you "y/n and Rengoku are you ok? Tengan did go a bit too far!" Kyojuro smiles "better than ever Kanroji, I will talk to you short while I am just taking y/n to the bath's. Well I mean if I am just carrying her soaps in the hinoki to the bath's then I am training. We Could spare together if you want?" Mitsuri smiles "of course Rengoku I love too". You smile sweetly "aww look at you too like brothers and sisters". Mitsuri agrees with you "yes he's dotes on me like a big brother I was once his tusgoku! It was hard work Senjuro had to persuade Rengoku to let me take breaks!" You nod in agreement "I can see that to be exact! The "Rengoku training" can be enduring and difficult! I am very shocked you didn't run away!" You both giggle in Union.

You open the door to the bath's longing for a soak, the bath is already full and steaming hot. You're tilt your head looking perplexed. Mitsuri surveyed your baffled expression "Aoi drew the bath not long ago, Shinobu Kocho requested it when you said you were going for one at breakfast." You exhale slowly, "I tell you Aoi is a credit to the corps. She has a good heart even though she is stern but she does care for every one of us, cooking for us and attending to our wounds. Doing all that washing, we would have dirty linen and clothes if it wasn't for Aoi. She's a clever young lady. Not forgetting the butterfly girls, they go out of their way working hard." Kyojuro cheerfully smiles "oh sunflower you always look at people in such a positive way your very warm hearted!" You gaze at the floor feeling bashful however Mitsuri catches on, she got you both figured out but she waits to hear it from her former mentor and friend. You lift your head up and glance at Kyojuro and Mitsuri, "go on I can take it from here go do your training I will be ok."

They both nod and walk away chatting, Mitsuri walking in front. Kyojuro turns his head around to look at you to see you waving them off he grins and winks at you. You spontaneously blush and cover your face with your hands. Kyojuro grins playfully and turns around heading to the dojo. You close the door to the bath's and take off your yukata, placing it to one side, looking at the steam from the hot temperature's of the water and you smell the aroma of the minerals and the salts that Aoi mixed in the baths. Before you go and bathe you sit down on a stool, and wash your body before getting in the bath you rise off the suds of your body feeling rather better and much cleaner!

You dip the tips of your toes to test the water's temperature hoping it will be hot, you sigh in relief it's a suitable temperature just the way you like it. You emerge your body down to your shoulders enjoying the hot water soaking your aching muscles. You've been longing to bathe ever since limping back from your mission. It couldn't be helped, there was no choice because of your deep injury. After soaking for at least five minutes you feel all the tension draw away, the salts and minerals have healing properties and you feel less fatigued and more relaxed. "Just what a girl needs right!" You say to yourself!

Kyojuro and Mitsuri are sparing outdoors, the weather seems to have clear blue skies. The wisteria in the garden slowly swaying in the gentle breeze, cicadas are chirping loudly in the trees. Kyojuro and Mitsuri take off their haroi's and set them down on the engawa neatly. They are using the training swords provided matching up to one another with the wood clanging together over and over again. Going over the basics is always good to do even when you're a true expert in swordsmanship. It gives a great refresher and it's also always encouraging to see how far you have grown! Over a little of an hour of training Mitsuri stops to take a breather and she leans the training sword up against the wall. "I need a little break" Kyojuro looks at her "what now all ready Kanroji but we barely just began to train?!"

Mitsuri pleaded for a break even if it's 10 minutes Kyojuro gives in "okay then let's get some water!" They sit down on the engawa drinking fresh cool water, Mitsuri quizzes her old mentor Kyojuro "so Rengoku you said you had something to discuss, do you mind sharing it with me now?" Kyojuro smiles "ah yes of course, well as you may have figured it out I confess my feelings romantically to y/n and now we are courting one another!" Mitsuri instantaneously plunges her body in the air. She's feeling rather ecstatic "yay I knew it I am just so happy, you both make an adorable couple!" Kyojuro lightly laughs "Thankyou Kanroji I just got to tell my father and my younger brother Senjuro, you are the first person to know, you're the love hashira of course you definitely would have known without me telling you!" She giggles "I knew it would happen soon if not then later". Kyojuro nods "let's continue to train, come on let's keep going till the sun goes down!" Mitsuri answers back "yes and breaks in between too". Kyojuro stands up "ok Kanroji that's all ok".

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Poly:Jerome and Jeremiah Valeska × reader Jeremiah woke up first, unwrapping his arm from around your waist. He smiled as he looked back at you and Jerome. He the heads to get ready and take a shower. After you hear the shower turn on you wake up, getting up from resting your head on Jerome’s chest. You quietly tip-toe out of the room and into the kitchen, leaving Jerome alone because you know how lazy he likes to be. By the time Jeremiah has gotten dressed and is just about finished with everything he to do. You hear him coming down have breakfast. You know Jeremiah loves to annoy Jerome so your not surprised when you hear Jerome yelling at Jeremiah to leave him alone.

You never though one day you could have a polyamorous relationship. In fact, before them, your love life was like a quiet desert with a few Oasis popping sometime, trying to make you believe at their illusion. But , none of these mirage had succeed to make you fall in them. As a virgin, you have wait to the right time all your life before giving the beautiful gift of your femininity to the right partner. Now that they were there with you, loving you, you feel more that ready for that really important moment of you life.

Disturbed from your laps in memory you see the two boy coming to sit at the table. Awaiting there food you've cooked. Theses days seem to be on repeat. At 8 Jeremiah looks at his watch and heads off to Wayne enterprise for work, but not before kissing you both on the cheek and whispering an I love you to you. Since Jerome also works for Wayne however he works at his club in downtown Gothmen he also heads to work. Sick of the same routine you decided to make a change. That night before the boys got home for dinner you put sexy lingerie on and your cute fluffy robe that Jerome Insist you have. They spoiled you but you didn't care.

Getting dinner set up, you hear the front door open and close both boys yelling there home.

They round the corner to the kitchen to see you I'm your robe. You look at them and smile casually but you can see on there faces they already know something up.

After eating you look up at both of them stand up and drop your robe

“ I’m ready” you say

A light blush coving your face.

Jeremiah being the more caring brother

Speaks first

“ Are you sure Y/N” Jeremiah asked, while gently grabbing your hand.

Before you can reply Jerome responded

“ Oh shut up brother, the lady know what she talking about. If she’s ready, she is.” Jerome retort, more happy then concern, already getting up of his chair. “ Come on beautiful, let’s go fix this sad situation.” He lifts you up and carrys you to bed. With Jeremiah on your heels.

In the room, Jerome was already removing his clothes, letting them in a messy pile on floor. Jeremiah, less spontaneous was opening his shirt slowly, being as careful as always, putting his suit in a chair. You are excited and shy at the same time,you try to undo your bra but find your fingers are not working as well as you'd like.

“ Let me help you” Jeremiah says

"Thank you” You reply letting him remove your bra, kissing you before Jerome has the chance to grab you. Once he was pulled away from you, you were in Jeromes arms.

"I was with her before you, it’s my right to play with her first ! “ Jerome says frustrated.

“ You will be to rough, she’s need a gentle first time” The second brother said, trying to bring you back at him. You thought they'd be able to get along for once but apparently not annoyed, you push them both back, walking in direction of the door. the mood was ruined. You where Furious and hurt.

I’m not a toy ! “ You shout. “ If you aren’t able to not fight even in these kind of situation. I don’t think all this will be possible ! “ Tears began rolling down your cheeks, you leave the room. heading to the bathroom hearing the two agure on who's fault it was.

Locking the door of the bathroom behind you, you sit on the cold borders of the bath, crying all the tears of your body.

Y/N” The soft voice of Jeremiah tell, knocking at the door. “ Please, open the door, we’re sorry…”

“ You’re not a toy…we know that, I’m sorry” The voice of Jerome follow, a hit a culpability you never heard from him before.

Passing your hand on your cheeks to removing the tears, you get up of your seat, hesitantly to open that door.

“ Being sorry isn't the same as saying your sorry” You say. “ But I know you will do it again, you will fight for over stupid things and it will never end”

The two brother stay silence for a moment.

“ We will try to stop acting like child, you’re the love of our life, you deserve better “ Jerome tell.

Taking a breath, you turn the door handle, facing now your two lovers. Opening your arm, you insert yourself into their arms,making a warm nest of flesh and love. Gently, Jeremiah kiss your hair, following by Jerome, kissing your shoulder. The act wasn’t mean to be sexual but, a fire slowly start in your belly, making you close your eyes.

Feeling the tension in the air change, the hands and mouth of the two men was now running over you, exploring each part of your body, asking, taken and begging for their attention.

Moaning, you close your eyes, caressing their skin and hair. Helping you to reach the bed,the two brothers slowly remove your underwear, caressing the sensitive skin in the same time. Jerome was on your side, playing with your breasts, sucking gently on your nipple. When Jeremiah, was on his knees between your legs, kissing slow Down your body to your throbing pussy. After making it to your pussy he looks up at you with hunger in his eyes.

You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N,” he says in a shaky whisper.

The sheer and honest awe in his voice warms your skin and brings a blush to your cheeks.

He drags his long fingers down your body leaving goosebumps in his wake. His thumb lingers over the mound of your pubic bone before dipping between your lips to circle your clit. It’s a soft touch and meant to tease, but you waver weakly on your knees nonetheless. Jerome fondles your nipples giving each one a good pinch and twist as he watches his brother. His own cock out now dripping with pre cum. Jeremiah tugs you toward him, gently, but insistent and commanding, “Sit on my face, sweetheart. I gotta taste you. Lemme make you feel good.” You allow him to guide you over him until your thighs are framing his face. He noses at your folds, inhaling deeply, briefly chilling the air over your pussy, making you gasp. “Delicious,” he again asserts, his whispered breath ghosting warm over your chilled skin.

Any response you would have offered melts away when his long tongue dives into your cunt. Jeremiahs satisfied hum vibrates through you, hitting all the right places and making you rock against him. His tongue curls around your clit, making you moan, “God, miah. Yeah. Fuck, that’s good.”

Jerome moves behind you slipping his hand around your throat from behind, squeezing firmly. Damp redish-colored hair tickles your cheek, and you’re pinned against a solid body, with muscles. Jeromes hard cock is pressed against your ass, and his honeyed deep voice is right in your ear. “That feel good, kitten?” You nod affirmatively. Jeromes hand stays around your throat, while his right hand traces down your body, finally diving between you and Jeremiah. He spreads your pussy open with two fingers so Jeremiah can get his tongue even deeper inside of you.

“Help him out a little. Ride his face, kitten.” Jeromes voice is deep and commanding, even as it trembles with arousal you feel it deep in your chest. He uses the hand circling your throat to push you down onto Steve, while he moves his hips against you from behind. His cock is hard and insistent against you as you obediently roll your hips and grind against Jeremiah’s face.

Breathing more and more heavier, you fail to stay upright trembling and arching your back as you cum over Jeremiah's face.

“ She’s ready ?” Jeremiah says as he wipes off your jucies, looking at you, taking pleasure to see you in this state of joy.

“ Yes, do you want the have the honor ?” Jeremiah answer, kissing your thigh.

Changing their place, the boys try to make you as confortable as possible. Jerome lifts you and sits up on top of him as he lays in the bed Jeremiah kiss you gently from behind, his cock now pressed against your back, he gives you a surprise look when he feels your hand taking his cock and start a slow and delicious move of up and down. “ Oh god” He let escape, closing his eyes.

“ She’s full of surprise our sweet Y/N” Jerome laugh, pushing the tip of his cock into you Slowly

“That’s our good girl. We’re going to make you feel so good, princess. Make you feel every inch of us until you beg us to stop.” Jerome whispers send a shiver through you as you feel his cock sliding all the way in you. One of Jeremiahs hands trails down your belly until he cups your soaking sex. “So fucking wet for us, aren’t you? This cunt is so wet, so ready.” Jeremiah fingers play over your clit causing you to cry out, and release his cock.

Jeremiah pulls out the lube from the nightstan and bends you over to prepare you. He takes his times fingering your tight hole and stretching you out. Jeremiahs voice is soft and husky when he asks, “Where do you want me Y/N? What do you want? What do you want me to do to you?”

“My ass, miah, please. I....Want you to fuck my ass.” He pushes a spit-slick finger into your ass and makes a soft, surprised noise when the thick digit slips into you with no resistance. He works on your ass stretching it. He runs his tongue around your stretched rim. His breath ghosts over your ass cheeks, followed by a soft kiss, and grazing bite. You push your ass into the air, asking for more.

Jerome.,” you murmur breathlessly against him. “Fuck me too, please. Want you both. God, please , baby. I need you.” you pant

Jerome moves his cock threw your pussy lips coating them with your wetness...

He reaches between you to grip his cock. He dips the swollen head into your cunt with a long, low moan. “God, Jeremiah, she’s so fucking wet,” he groans. “You’re drenched, kitten. Is that for me? You wet for my big, fat cock?”

You whine and grind down on his dick. But he stops you from sinking all the way down onto him and you whimper.

" come on Jerome, don't tease her..I wanna see you go balls deep in her tight cunt."

Jeremiahs dirty words send shivers down you. He's not one to dirty talk.

Jeremiah wraps his hand around Jeromes length and pushes more of his cock into you. "Come on sweetheart. He’s all yours. You can take him when you’re ready. I got you.” Jeremiah says softly

He leans back to see you sink all the way on Jerome’s cock taking every inch.

Jeremiah puts lube on his dick rubbing it in preparing to take you from behind.

You whimper out "Need you too, miah Please, fuck me now. I Want your cock. I Need you— fuck —need you to fill me up.” bu the end you were panting

Jerome uses one of his hands to press you down onto him as he bottoms you out completely, you feel so full. Her makes you lean over him so he can spread your cheeks out even wider, Jeremiah." damn look at that tight little ass." Jeremiah says

Jeremiah takes his fat cockhead and presses into you agonizingly slow. Filling you like this, bit by bit—almost casually, like he isn’t driving you mad with sensation—he’s making sure you feel every single raw inch of his dick push into you. By the time his heavy cock is fully inside of you, you feel so full, and all three of you are panting.

Jeremiah folds over you to rest his forehead between your shoulder blades, and the way he groans “ fuckfuckfuck ” against your damp skin sounds like a prayer.

Jeromes whole body is shuddering with the effort it takes for him to not start fucking you with hard, thrusts. He growls a curse between clenched teeth, he slips his hand down to play with your clit, rubbing and pinching the little bundle of nerves.

"Jerome...." you pant...." Please I'm so full.."

He just smirks and continues his assault on your clit.

" I feel you squeezing my cock baby." He groans

Jeremiah then speaks up

" doll if you come for us we'll fuck you really good."

With in seconds of hearing that your entire pussy clenched with a orgasm. Both boys goan and pant as your pussy and ass sucks there dick in more.

Both men keep there promise and begin fucking you. They fuck like they fight; like men who have known each other their whole lives, and each instinctively knows what the other is doing. Each thrust in and drag out is synchronous, filling you and emptying you in perfect unison, and soon you’re melting into Jeromes arms, unable to support yourself on your shaky limbs anymore. Jeromes arms around you and Jeremiahs hands on your hips lock you in place so they can fuck you hard and fast. “I’m… Need to... I’m gonna…”

“You ready to come, kitten? Gonna come for us?”

You nod and Jerome slips a hand between your bodies to circle your clit, and Jeremiah shifts to accommodate Jeromes hand. The

subtle shift drives Jerome’s cock into your g-spot, and your orgasm crashes into you. A hot, slick wash of fluid gushes out of you, soaking Jerome and Jeremiahs thighs as you scream their names with ragged shouts.

“Oh, we got a squirter,” Jerome says. His hips fall out of rhythm, and you feel his cock jerk and swell inside of you as he pumps you full of come.

Jeremiah swears, and folds over you, planting a hand next to you on Jerome’s shoulder, the other locked on your hip, sure to leave a bruise. You reach a weak arm over your shoulder, pulling Jeremiah closer, his wide chest pressed against your back. Your hole clenches around his length with the aftershocks of your orgasm, and with one last thrust, Jeremiah buries his cock deep inside you, filling you with heat as he comes.

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ggomomomo · 2 years

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Dare To. . .

@felixmonth

Felix Week Day 1 (Cookie Version) | Dares

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Félix tipped the teacup to get the last of the drink. It clattered on the saucer when he set it down. “Dare.”

It was the usual Sunday afternoon in Sibyll’s enormous bedroom. Usual snacks. Usual drinks. Usual people.

But their game? Not the usual for them.

Sibyll clicked her tongue as she brought her thumb and index finger up to reposition her glasses. “You’re only picking dare because we said you were picking truth too many times.”

Félix raised an eyebrow challengingly. “Is that a problem?”

Zee guffawed. “Oh, no problem at all. I think it’s Ru’s turn to give your dare.”

The boy in question raised his gaze from his drawing tablet, stopping mid-stroke. “Peel a banana with your toes.”

Félix’s jaw went unhinged, drawing out snickers from the rest of the group. “How can—how can I possibly—”

“You picked dare,” Sibyll taunted. “You did this to yourself.”

“There’s no banana in he—”

Faster than lightning, Sibyll shot up to her feet and declared that she would be back with the fruit. Félix stared down blankly at the uneaten muffin on his plate as Zee and Cosette fished out their phones for ‘documentation purposes’. “How—” He faltered. “How do I—”

“Better start taking off your shoes,” Zee grinned.

Despite his annoyance, Félix started doing so, determined to dent his pride by a simple dare rather than bruise it by backing out. He hadn’t minded ‘truth’—he didn’t have earth-shattering secrets anyway. But he didn’t expect his friends to invent outlandish dares and record him doing such dares.

Sibyll came back in less than five minutes.

It was easier said than done. Félix thought he’d end up crushing the banana and Zee’s enthusiastic cheers weren’t helping. After a period of struggle, he managed to trap a part of the peel between his toes and pull it down. Then the rest followed.

Zee gave him a congratulatory pat on the back. Félix scowled at him, threatening, “I am going to make you eat this.”

“Good job, Fé,” Sibyll bit her lip to conceal her smile. “Now we know you’re good with your toes.”

“Shush.”

Sibyll smoothed down her skirt. “I think Marinette’s next. Truth or dare, Mari?”

“Truth.” The pigtailed girl had been the unspoken champion of the game so far, choosing dares and braving through them regardless of the consequences. This round, however, she chose ‘truth’ and her friends were ready to jump at the opportunity to make her blush at the least.

“Pick something spicy,” Zee told Cosette.

“And when you answer, Mari, you have to elaborate,” Sibyll added.

“Last person you flirted with?” Cosette asked in her meek voice.

Marinette choked a little. “Last pers—I don’t flirt a lot.”

“But you have flirted,” Haru chimed in.

“It was . . . um . . . well—” The others (except for Félix) leaned forward in eager curiosity. Marinette coughed. “It was Félix.”

“Félix?!” Sibyll blinked rapidly. “What? When?”

“We were just joking around.” Marinette’s tone was steady, but her cheeks burned a hot red. “We were waiting for you guys in front of the school and . . .”

Félix lowered his head to hide his own blush.

Zee looked back and forth between Marinette and Félix. “Wait, you said ‘we’. He flirted back?”

“He–uhh—yeah . . .”

“You know, if you were only ‘joking around’ as you said, you wouldn’t be so shy about it,” Haru pointed out, tracing his stylus in a circle.

Marinette groaned. “I’m never picking truth again!”

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Once they found out how to get both Marinette and Félix flustered, they capitalized on it.

“Félix, truth or dare?” Zee smiled slyly.

“Dare.”

“Sexy crawl to Marinette.”

“Why Marinette?” His tone sounded higher-pitched.

“Because we said so.” Zee crossed his arms. “With the lady’s consent, of course.”

Marinette side-eyed the boy to her left. “I’m not going to lie . . . I kind of want to see that.”

Félix blew out a breath as he clutched on the carpeted floor below him. “Fine. How should I do it?”

“Any way you want.” Sibyll grabbed a cookie from the central basket as a treat for the show.

The boy rendered helpless against the door glowed crimson. He took his position at a distance from Marinette, propped himself up on his knees and palms, and began to crawl. There was a stiffness in his movement but he still tried to sway his body in a way that could count as ‘seductive’.

Meanwhile, four people in the room were stifling their laughter. Sibyll clutched her middle. Haru covered his mouth. Cosette hid her giggles behind a pillow. Zee slapped the ground over and over again.

Finally, Félix stopped in front of Marinette, his face a mere inches from hers. He struggled to look her in the eye.

“Marinette!” Sibyll said. “Look how red you are!”

Marinette slapped her cheeks, leaning away. “Am not!”

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“Truth or dare . . . hmm, I’m guessing you’re still going for dare,” said Haru, distractedly polishing his newly finished artwork.

“I am,” Félix confirmed boldly.

“You—you don’t have to force yourself every time, Félix,” Marinette peeked at him.

“No, I must see it through. It’s only a game.” Félix looked straight at Sibyll. “Don’t hold back.”

“So stubborn,” Sibyll sighed. “Now, obviously, we have to address the romantic tension between you and Marinette—”

“—What romantic tension—”

“Say something dirty to the person on your right.”

“Sib!” Marinette squeaked out.

It didn’t even take Félix a minute. He scooted closer to Marinette and brought his lips up to her ear, so that his words were only audible to the two of them. The latter’s eyes widened and her knuckles whitened as she held onto a throw pillow.

“I didn’t know Félix knew any. . . creative . . . words,” Haru remarked.

“Hold up, how do we know if you actually said something dirty?” Zee asked.

“But look at Mari’s expression.” Sibyll gestured towards the girl. “That’s enough proof.”

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“Dare.”

“Make it count, Mari.” Zee rubbed his hands together. “It’s the last one.”

“I can’t think of any, though,” Marinette sucked on the inside of her cheek. She studied Félix carefully to think about the finishing blow. “What about this . . . go kiss Zee on the cheek, take a picture of it and post it online.”

Zee screeched and got up from his seat to hide behind Haru.

“. . . Zee, come here.”

“Noooo!”

“This is good,” Sibyll chuckled. “Really good.”

As Haru pried Zee from his back, Félix shifted towards his target. He took Zee’s waist and planted a big kiss on the side of his face whilst holding his phone up for a picture. Screams and whoops sounded out from the rest.

“Fé, you are ruthless,” Marinette commented as Zee wiped the slobber from his cheek, whining out loud.

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cilldaracailin · 1 year

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You’re My Best Friend

Hello my Tumblr Lovely’s

Happy Friday :)

Here is the next part of the Robyn and Taron story. Just reminding everyone about that mature rating which was mentioned at the start of posting.

Enjoy!

Suze xx

“It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.”

When Robyn looked away from him, Taron still kept his eyes on her, a grin on his face. He had caught her staring and enjoyed the blush that filled her face, seeing her fidget on the chair a bit. He had to look away when he was next to order his coffee, paying with his card and waiting for his drink to the side. Yawning, he felt it through his whole body. He was shattered. Talking to Robyn had been worth every tear, every difficult emotion, every bit of despair that he went through because the heaviness he had been carrying for the last two days had almost vanished. He knew he still had a lot to process, a lot of people to talk to when he went back to set, before he went back to set but at least he could sort through his thoughts much better now. He had felt so much guilt for being emotional, for panicking, for not being able to commit to his job but Robyn had helped him to realise it was ok to be upset and disturbed at getting back into the pool. She had been so unbelievably calm with him, maybe stern at one point too, but she never once judged him for his actions, for how burdened he had been when he came to her and their hugs had been the most wonderful thing, especially when she threw herself into his lap to rock him. He knew he needed a repeat of that when he wasn’t in tears so he could enjoy it properly.

Now he was able to look back and smile about it but at the time, the tight hug and soft touches to his face and arms had helped to calm him down and Robyn never once let him go until she felt he was ready. He leant against the counter waiting for his coffee, thinking about their morning and now those touches seemed so intimate and loved that they brought a blush to his own face. He just loved her so much and loved her more than he would ever be able to tell her or show her. He glanced over his shoulder, his head tilted as he saw her staring out the window and sighed. Every time he met her, spoke to her, he just fell more and more in love with her.

“Cappuccino?”

His coffee order called out, he took his cup and thanked the lady behind the counter and slowly made his way back to Robyn, another yawn coming from his toes. He had said he didn’t want to sleep or nap but was thinking about maybe taking a sneaky one if he could claim his corner in the couch when they got back to hers. He wouldn’t say no to another cuddle either and was smiling at the thought of his head in Robyn’s lap as she ran her fingers through his hair if she took his seat on the couch instead.

“Did you touch my muffin?” He asked with a teasing tone as Robyn still stared out the window as she sat on the edge of the chair, her hands holding onto the cushion either side of her legs. “You have a whole rice crispy square for yourself.” He waited for Robyn to turn to him but she was still focused on looking out the clear large glass windows. “Robyn?” Still with no answer, he put his cup down on the table and placed his hand on her shoulder. “Chicken?”

The hand on her shoulder made her jump, a loud gasp coming from her lips, her whole body moving away from the touch she felt.

“Hey, hey!” Taron lifted his hand from her but leaned towards Robyn when he saw the fright she got. “It’s just me.” It was a look he had never seen on her face before. Terror and panic but panic from something that she was scared of and he never knew Robyn to be scared of anything. She was the woman who had stood up to the arsehole in Florida who was holding a gun in his hands and sassed every reporter who ever even tried to ask him a difficult question. The only time he had seen a similar look was when she was cornered at the cinema for his Kingsman premier but this time, there was something much more alarming in her eyes. “Robyn?” He asked gently. “What is it?”

Taron’s soft green eyes were so different in comparison to those who had tormented her for so long, dark dark chocolate almost black eyes judging her in every way and it was Taron’s concerned deep voice that helped her to snap out of her shock at seeing Keith walking around in Kilcreen. It was definitely him. She would never forget his face and having not seen him for so many years, knowing he had left and moved down south of the country, she never expected to see him back. She was trying to process seeing her ex, that the hand on her shoulder threw her and she did jump, coming to her senses as Taron scooted closer to her, taking her hand in his. It was large and warm and it helped so much when he rubbed his thumb over her knuckles.

“Sorry.” She whispered to him. “Just…” She felt a horrible shiver run through her, her breath a little shaky as she looked to him. “I… Just...” Her words stopped, her hand gripping Taron’s so hard, she knew she had to have hurt him but he didn’t let go, moving closer to her.

“Robyn…” Taron used his free hand to cup her right cheek, moving her head so she had to look at him and now he could see her eyes were a little watery, her colour paled. “Robyn, talk to me. Are you dizzy? Feel sick?”

She gave her head a tiny shake. “No. No.” She looked to the window again and then back to Taron. “I just saw…” She turned to the window again. “I saw Keith.”

“Keith?” Taron dropped his hand from her face. “No…”

Robyn nodded. “Out the window.”

“Robyn, you told me he left Kilcreen.”

“He did. Nearly four years ago after I punched his face and he moved away with my ex-best friend. I haven’t seen or heard from him since.”

Taron scooted a little closer to her, his head dipping down to speak quietly with her. “You sure you saw him? You are tired and it’s been a tough few weeks.” He wrapped his left arm around her shoulders, holding her close into him, looking over her head. “I don’t see anyone out there. If you saw him, he is gone now.”

“I did see him.” Robyn said, her voice a little hurt in Taron’s uncertainty.

Taron knew he had said the wrong thing and tightened his hug. “Oh Robyn, no. I am not doubting you at all. I just know how shit your time was with him so I don’t want you getting upset.”

Robyn shook her head at him. “I saw him. I definitely saw him. Out the window, staring in.” She let Taron change position so he could give her a proper hug and as she rested her chin on his shoulder, she looked towards the counter of the coffee shop, now seeing Keith standing in line, staring right her way, his smirk changed to a wicked grin as he caught her eye, giving her wink.

“Fucking hell.” Robyn muttered, her eyes closing, her body tensing again as she moved out of the hug, turning her back on Keith, her hands going to her hair for a moment, then down her face.

Taron kept close to her having felt how hard her heart had been beating and hearing her curse. “Sweetheart, please talk to me.”

“It’s Keith.” She managed to say to him, swallowing the lump at the back of her throat.

“Keith?” Taron murmured back to her. “In here?”

He felt her nod and when he went to turn his head, Robyn shook hand away and grabbed his shoulder, more roughly than she meant to, to stop him from turning around.

“No, no!” Robyn panicked as Taron went to look and knowing she pulled him back towards her, apologised quickly. “Sorry, but please. Don’t look.”

“Robyn I told you that if I ever met him I would…”

“I know…” She interrupted. “But no Taron. Please no.” She dropped her hands and picked up her bag from the floor. “I know you just got a new coffee and have a muffin to eat, but can we go? Please. I can’t be here right now and I will bake you muffins at home to make up for this one.”

Taron got straight to his feet. “I don’t need the muffin. Let’s go.” He held out his hand for her and Robyn took it immediately, linking their fingers, feeling Taron squeeze her hand hard and taking the lead, he walked away from their table. He did his best to keep her beside him, using his body to shield hers as they walked the long way around, away from the counter and towards the exit which they came through, Robyn going first and Taron following after. He still held onto her hand and he felt her other hand come to rest on their joined ones.

“Thank you.” Robyn breathed a small bit easier outside the coffee shop, but she could still feel her heart racing. “I am sorry I ruined your lunch.”

“You didn’t ruin my lunch. I had a great lunch with you.” He assured her. “I always love being with you Robyn and I understand why you want to leave. I know he hurt you and you went through so much to get over that relationship and break-up, to build yourself and your confidence back. Never apologise to me. Let’s head back and just flop onto your couch, watch a movie and chill out.” He leaned in to give her head a little kiss, both walking toward the bus stop, away from the coffee shop.

“That is exactly what I had in my mind too and I was serious about making some muffins.”

Taron gave he what he hoped was a cool nod, not wanting to shout out ‘yes please muffins’ as they strolled across the wide footpath. Baking with Robyn was one of his favourite things to do with her and maybe not today, but tomorrow he was sure she would be in the kitchen making him something yummy to eat.

“Robyn!”

The two stopped as they heard her name called and while Taron had heard some Irish accents in his time, this was definitely one that bore right through him and absolutely made him re-think his love for the soft-spoken nation. Robyn had still been holding his hand and he felt her grip tighten.

“Come on Ro-Ro, don’t be like that.”

Robyn cringed as Keith used her old nickname, one she had worked very hard to forget over the last couple of years. She spun around and faced the man who had turned her into a woman she had put in her past but face to face with him, she could feel her stance changing, her shoulders rolling forwards, her heart beating very hard in her chest.

“You look good but you changed your hair?” Keith took a step closer to them. “I always preferred it short.”

“Well it doesn’t matter what you prefer.” Robyn replied, still keeping close to Taron who now was the one holding her hand very tight. “I like it long.”

“Jesus Robyn, can’t we have a conversation without your head up your arse?”

While she knew seeing Keith had rattled her, immediately her defences rose and she was trying very hard to keep her temper from coming out but also finding herself stepping closer onto Taron’s body as she still felt that same fear that consumed her during her last few months with Keith.

“Well your head was so far up Judy’s arse, I am surprised you even noticed how long or short my hair was.”

Keith chuckled, but it was one of those laughs that had a hint of menace to it. “Oh still going on about that after all these years?”

“So where is Judy?” Robyn threw his way. “I don’t see her attached to your hip.”

“You don’t keep in touch?”

Robyn glared at him. “No, we don’t keep in touch.”

“Shame. She misses you.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“She talks about you.”

“Probably to bitch about me.”

Keith chuckled again. “You still haven’t gotten over it have you?”

“I got over it. The moment I broke your nose, I was over it.”

“Then why do you keep walking backwards?” Keith took a step towards her. “I heard it took you a long time to get over it.”

“Why do you even care?” Robyn stood her ground, moving in front of Taron a little, bringing herself closer to Keith. “You left, moved on. There is nothing here for you in Kilcreen.”

Keith grinned. “Well there is one thing I have always still wanted.”

“You can fuck off Keith.” Robyn nearly growled at him.

“Oh I missed that mouth Ro-Ro. Such a foul mouth.” He took three steps towards her. “Especially in bed, well when we actually were rolling around in bed. Didn’t happen often but when it did, my God Robyn, what a mouth.”

Taron had been just listening to and watching the exchange of words. He knew Robyn was very capable of standing up for herself but he also knew the hell she had been put through with the man in front of her and could see that she really was putting on a brave face as she fought her corner against her ex but her hand in his was telling a very different story. He was keeping out of the conversation but when Keith’s remarks turned slightly sexual, he found himself now standing beside her again, his eyes narrowed as he looked the Irish man up and down.

“It’s something Judy isn’t shy about either you should know.” Keith smirked, stepping closer again, now only five feet between himself and Robyn. “Very vocal.” He winked. “So how is work? Still babysitting those kids?”

Robyn had been disgusted by his wink and insulted as always by his attitude towards her job and had had enough of his sneering and comments. She just wanted to turn and walk away from him but knew she had to stand her ground. She had spent too many years hiding from this man and although her heart was ready to jump from her chest and her hand was sweating in Taron’s, she knew she couldn’t run now. It would just give Keith everything he was sure he expected when they met each other again and she had promised herself she would never show him how scared she was of him.

“Still tapping in those numbers?” She asked him. “You told me you were top of the league at your company, the management team nearly begging you to take lead of their overall finance accounts. You finally move up to the big table? Or you still hiding with your tail between your legs when the going gets tough.”

Robyn’s words clearly hit a nerve with Keith as his head lowered and he took a step forward. “It was all in motion and then I had to have surgery because you broke my fucking nose.”

“And that was why you didn’t get the promotion you talked non-stop about?” Robyn tried to give her best laugh that she could without her nerves coming across. “In my experience, if a team wanted you on top, a broken nose and surgery wouldn’t stop you from getting the job. I guess, like everything else with you, you were just shit and they really didn’t want you. Your big company in Kerry make you top dog?” She asked. “Last I heard you were working at the drive through because you never actually completed your course and got kicked out. Doesn’t much surprise me Keith. You always were just shit. Full stop.”

The gap between the three narrowed as Keith walked closer again, his hands in fists by his sides. “You really gonna back talk me?” He threatened. “Remember what happened last time you did that?”

Robyn’s eyes widened and she stepped back right into Taron who was behind her, his free hand going to her shoulder.

Keith noticed the man behind Robyn and he glared at him, immediately recognising him from the photos he had seen online and in the newspapers. Already pissed off at Robyn and how she was standing up to him, not shying away as she always did, he was more than ready for a fight. He was back in Kilcreen for a quick visit, some unfinished business he left behind and when he saw Robyn in the coffee shop, he couldn’t believe his luck. He knew it was a huge risk to head for her house and seeing her what he thought was alone, wasted no time in heading in to grab a coffee and see what she was up too. The unexpected male with her wasn’t ideal but he always had fun mocking Robyn and was more than ready to get her riled up. “So this is the new bit on the side then yeah? The famous movie star?” Keith stepped forward and held out his hand to shake Taron’s but the other man didn’t even move to acknowledge him. He rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ, seriously?”

Robyn made a mental note to tell Taron how much she appreciated his rejection of Keith’s handshake when they got back to hers. The look alone on her ex’s face was fantastic as Taron stood still, ignoring him. Keeping her back against Taron, she looked to the man in front of her again. “What do you want Keith? I am more than done with this conversation and as you already know, want nothing to do with you.” Robyn thought she was tense but could feel Taron’s body behind her and as he was already on edge from set, meeting Keith was the last thing he needed and he was rigid behind her, his heart beating fast, his hand gripping her shoulder tight.

“That’s a pity Ro-Ro, I always hated the way we left things.”

“Made me pretty pleased.” She replied.

“Fuck Robyn, we can’t even have a civilised conversation?”

“I can’t wait long enough for you to become civilised. We done? Good. Piss off Keith. Go back to Judy and leave me the fuck alone. I made that message pretty clear four years ago and nothing has changed since.” Robyn turned on her heels and linking her arm with Taron’s and started to walk away. She just needed to get away from him. She hated how vulnerable she felt when he was around, how weak she became and it took every ounce of her strength to stand up straight and face him. While her sleepless night as she watched over Taron hadn’t been a problem before, now she could feel the slight strain on her body and just wanted to go home and hide in her couch.

“Fucking typical.” Keith called after her. “Walk away. Though I have to say, I miss that arse so much. I loved getting my hands on that.” It was Taron who stalled and not Robyn as Keith shouted their way and he turned his head to look back to the man who was slowly following them. “I saw your pictures on line. Fuck Robyn, that green dress.” He wolf whistled. “Now why couldn’t you wear something like that when we were together. Fucking sexy as hell.”

“Excuse you?” Taron said over his shoulder, hating the look he saw in the man’s face, pure disgusting lust.

“Come on mate, you can’t deny it gave you a stiffy when you saw her in that low cut dress. It just needed to slip a little more and hmmmm, fucking perfect.”

Taron’s face showed how angry he was, his eyes darkening, his lips tightening as he let go of Robyn and turned around to face Keith. Tall, dark and handsome, the man definitely had looks on his side, but as Taron properly looked at the man who made Robyn’s life miserable for so many years, the good looks definitely did not represent what he knew about the arsehole and he had seen Robyn trying to hold her own and she did a great job but he knew she was terrified of the man in front of them. He already had enough of his smart comments and remarks and he had such respect and love for Robyn which Keith clearly had none of and it made his blood boil.

“Come on mate, you can’t tell me you didn’t have a quick…” Keith made a wanking motion with his hand. “When she wasn’t around.”

Robyn wished the ground could have swallowed her up, the Keith she knew and wanted to forget coming through some more.

“I am not your mate.” Taron replied his tone low.

Keith held up his hand which a chuckle. “Fucks sake you too? It’s called a joke!” He laughed. “But then Robyn never could take one either. Had to, ya know…” He rose an eyebrow at Taron. “Many many times. Gets lonely after a while.” Taron was trying to compose himself, to hold in what he actually wanted to say, Keith speaking again. “I am surprised you are still hanging out with her. I mean I know she saved…” Keith air quoted. “Your life and all, but mate you are a fucking movie star. You can do so much better.” Taron took two steps forward, two feet between himself and Keith now. “And no offense mate, but your movies are a bit shit.”

“None taken. I don’t need reassurance from dickheads like you whose decisions and ways that you treat women are so outlandish and medieval that it doesn’t really surprise me you have no sense of quality or even the ability to understand what qualifies as quality.”

Taron’s words ran away with him before he could stop himself and the calm he had been trying to portray was long gone. He was furious and could see first-hand why Robyn loathed her ex. He was vile.

Keith laughed, a cackle which bore into Robyn’s soul as she stood beside Taron, wanting to put her hand in his but she stopped herself from doing so as she didn’t want anything to give Keith fuel against them. “The way I treat women? Think you may have your information mixed up there mate. She ran circles around me.” He pointed to Robyn. “You get any yet? Because let me tell you, you are going to be waiting a very long fucking time.”

Taron felt the growl deep in his chest, Robyn’s hand on his arm, pulling him back as he took a step forward. “That’s funny.” He said, his Welsh accent deep and dangerously low. “From what I heard, you had no trouble getting some.”

“From Robyn?” Keith spat through more laughter. “Fucking hell no.”

“Taron…” Robyn gripped his upper arm tight but she felt him pull away from her. She could see the two men starting to square up to each other and while knew Keith had a terrible temper, she was well aware of how Taron was attached to and reacted with his emotions. “Just leave it. Let’s go.”

Taron ignored Robyn when she asked him to leave, one of the first times he did not listen to her and kept looking to Keith, taking another step forward. “Robyn doesn’t give it up to arseholes like you who fuck anything that move.”

“Well when she wouldn’t move, you have to look elsewhere mate.”

“Don’t call me mate.”

“Ok so Mr Moviestar then.” Keith chuckled again. “But surely being a big Hollywood star means you don’t have to move to get the women. They just come flocking to you. Probably don’t even need to move then when they do. Lay back and enjoy it all, yeah. Fuck man, what a lifestyle.” Keith looked to Robyn with a smirk. “Let me give you a piece of advice. She definitely won’t be riding anytime soon, if you get my drift.”

Taron had never felt such a rush of anger before as Keith spoke with such glee in his voice about Robyn who was almost pinching him, she was holding him so tight to keep him standing beside her. “I don’t think Robyn has a problem with riding out anything. She put you in your place fairly quickly.” Taron replied, trying to keep his voice steady. “Nice nose.” He hated using the sly comment and would apologise to Robyn later but knew his words would hurt Keith and he could see they had the desired effect as Keith’s face turned and he lifted his hand to his face, touching his nose.

“Fucking bitch.” Keith said loudly.

Taron’s face was still hard and angry even though he knew he had hit a nerve. “She must have done something right for you to stay with her for six years.”

“It worked perfectly.” Keith grinned, his lips rising in a horribly creepy smirk. “I got what I needed to get while she was at work and then I came home to a cooked meal and a warm bed. It was a blissful six years and she had no fucking clue and by the look on her face, she still has no idea.” He turned his eyes to Robyn. “Wasn’t just Judy you stupid cow. Those gym sessions?” He chuckled deeply. “More than just a gym class.”

Taron looked to Robyn and saw the tears in her eyes, how those last words cut her so deep.

“Man those sweaty sessions were raw, deep and hard fucking in the showers, against the weights, even in the swimming pool.” Keith looked to Taron. “Ever fuck in a sauna or jacuzzi?” He asked with a wink. “Hell I am sure you had some at your premier while you were there with Robyn! Mate, if you want any tips on places to fuck, I have many but maybe stay clear of Robyn yeah? Doesn’t even know how to keep a guy hard long enough to get it in.”

Taron whole body saw red but instead of being angry, he sniggered at Keiths’s words and his reply came quickly as his protectiveness and love for Robyn hit him deep. “Maybe you just don’t know how to get hard when a beautiful woman is right beside you. Maybe the reason you went looking for so many women is because they all heard what a soft disappointment you were and no one would entertain you.” His voice was steady as he spoke, his tone filled with honesty and he stretched his hand over Robyn’s hand which was on his arm, rubbing his fingers over the back of her hand as he watched Keith’s ears, cheeks and neck turn from pink to red in about five seconds, he could tell that the Irish man’s anger was growing in his eyes. “Must be embarrassing not able to get it up each time, having to rub one out for hours afterward when you have been left alone.”

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Mine Again - Harry Styles

a/n: this is something i just thought about after my nap today lol, so enjoy this treat, a classic exlovers to lovers fic!

pairing: Harry x Famous!Reader

word count: 3.4k

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Seeing an ex is never easy. Whether it’s by your choice or not. Working together with an ex is even harder and now you brought a situation on yourself where this is your reality.

Arriving to the studio of The Late Late show you immediately get escorted to your designated dressing room where a hair and makeup artist are already waiting for you. Today you are here to promote your new movie, Don’t Worry Darling with your onscreen lover, Harry Styles, however, what no one else in the building knows is that once the two of you were real life lovers.

Your romance blossomed during filming, having spent so much time together on set, it didn’t take long for a relationship to form between you and him, the chemistry you shared was immense and undeniable, anyone could see that and you felt like you were burning in a bonfire of the most intense feelings you’ve felt for any man. It was passionate and intoxicating, it felt like something that could only happen in movies, but it was your reality.

However filming ended and you were forced to go your separate ways, you both tried hard to keep what you had and though your feelings never changed, distance brought the worst out of the both of you. Six months after you became an item, you mutually agreed to break it off.

You haven’t seen him since then, meaning that it’s been five torturous months without having any contact with him and now that promo has officially kicked in, you are forced to travel around and make appearances with the man you love, yes, still love more than anyone on this Earth. Not even five months and absolutely no contact could change your feelings for him, however he might already be over you at this point, having forgotten about feelings and memories you still hold close to your heart.

How has he been doing? What is he like now? Has he been thinking about you? Does he miss you? What is it going to be like to see him for the first time?

The questions flood your mind as you sit in the chair and let the professionals work their magic on you, covering up the dark circles under your eyes that formed due to the sleepless night you had the day before, nonstop thinking about Harry and what it’ll be like to see him for the first time again.

After careful elimination, you choose a dress for the appearance, it’s tight and short, the fabric is covered in glittering sequins down your body and the long sleeves as well and while the dress covers a lot up from the waist, it makes up in the lack of length on your legs as the end of it barely reaches the upper part of your thighs, ending it black feathers that tickle your freshly shaven legs. The nude heels add even more to them, making you appear like you could hit the runway any moment when in reality you are not high enough to be a model.

There’s still some time until the taping starts, James drops by to say hello and tell you how excited he is to have you and Harry on tonight and you chit-chat for a little before you go to take a quick business call outside. When you’re done with that, you head back to your dressing room to take a few quick photos to post later, but right as you near your destination, a door swings open down the hallway and Harry steps out, wearing a black suit, of course, head to toe Gucci. The crispy grey shirt’s first few buttons are left undone, allowing you a glimpse of his toned chest and his necklace with the tiny cross pendant on it.

He looks good. No, he looks absolutely stunning, just like he always does and just the sight of him takes your breath away, forcing you to stop in your tracks when you lay your eyes at him. He spots you as well, stopping to take a look at you before you see a small smile on his perfect pink lips.

“Y/N, hi! You look… gorgeous,” he speaks up lowly, his eyes raking your body up and down.

“I, uhh—Thanks!” you breathe out, feeling already flustered. How are you gonna survive the interview, sitting next to him, talking about what it was like to play a married couple?!

His hand moves a bit and there’s a moment of awkwardness, neither of you really knowing what to do, last time you saw each other you kissed as your hellos, but now it’s not an option, obviously. At last, he moves forward and goes for a hug.

He envelopes you in his arms as you wrap yours around his neck, the warmth of his body bringing you a sense of home and it hits you hard how much you’ve missed him in these five months.

You swear he holds you just a second longer than what would be appropriate before his arms fall from around your frame and you force yourself to let go of him, though every fiber in you is protesting against it.

“How—How have you been?” he asks, his beautiful green eyes finding yours.

“I’m good. I’m good,” you nod. “What about you?”

“Same. Just the… usual stuff.”

“Writing music?” you ask with a soft smile. You still vividly remember those nights you spent together after a long day of filming, crashing at either his or your place and you often found him strumming his guitar in a corner, scribbling words down into his notebook. Sometimes he sang you the songs he came up with, sometimes he kept them to himself.

“Yeah, I’ve been writing a lot lately,” he admits with a shy smile.

Someone calls his name down the hallway and his head snaps up before looking back at you.

“I gotta go, but I’ll see you soon, right?”

“Yeah,” you nod, stepping aside so he can walk past.

“And you really look amazing, Y/N,” he calls after you one last time before jogging down the hallway.

You walk into your dressing room and shutting the door you lean your back against it, huffing heavily as you try to recollect yourself. Somehow, this encounter went really well, because the two of you were civil and respectful, but it was also a painful shock to see him in the flesh again. It was one thing to see pictures of him here and there, but actually meeting him, hugging him, talking to him… you need time to process it all.

Unfortunately, you don’t have much of that. Twenty minutes later you are walked to your spot behind the curtains from where you’ll walk out when James calls your name. Just as you arrive Harry appears as well, casually talking with one of the camera guys, having a laugh and just as he sees you, his eyes fall down your body again and you swear you see him gulp hard before turning his attention back to the man.

“Ready?” he asks upon walking up to you, a hand coming to rest on your lower back. Glancing over your shoulder you look down at his hand, lips parted at the feeling of his welcoming touch. He sees your glance and pulls his hand back quickly. “Sorry, it’s a habit, I guess,” he mumbles, blushing softly.

“It’s fine,” you smile. Of course it’s fine, for what you care, he could throw you over his shoulder like a cave man and run out of the building, you wouldn’t say a word. You want his touch on your body, you’ve been craving it since the moment you last saw him, but are you even allowed to admit it? You have no idea what he is thinking or feeling, you can’t just come right at him like that.

Harry fixes the lapels of his suit jacket, but what he doesn’t see is that the collar of his shirt is kind of stuck under the jacket.

“Your shirt is… let me fix it,” you breathe out and he turns to face you, letting your delicate hands fix his outfit, perfecting the look to the tiniest bit. “There, you look great,” you smile, your hands sliding down his chest before they fall to your sides again.

“Thank you,” he nods smiling back at you before offering an arm that you take gladly. He knows how much you hate high heels and that you are always scared of tripping and falling and being the gentleman that he is, he’ll be the support you need.

The taping soon starts and the two of you stand patiently behind the curtain as James introduces you.

“And now, please welcome the stars of the upcoming hit movie, Don’t Worry Darling! Ladies and gentlemen, Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles!”

The crowd starts clapping and cheering as the curtain moves and the two of you walk in, arms linked and Harry makes sure to slow down when you walk down the few little stairs. James welcomes the both of you with two kisses before everyone takes their place, James behind his desk, you and Harry sitting on the couch.

“Thank you so much for dropping by tonight, guys!” James smiles at the two of you.

“Thank you for having us,” Harry nods with a soft smile.

“You both have been guests on the show separately, but tonight you are here as a pair, since your latest movie, Don’t Worry Darling is hitting the theaters this weekend. How are you feeling about that, excited to see the film finally?”

“Very excited,” you nod with a smile. “I can’t wait to see the final version, because obviously we only know the version we envisioned while filming, but the actual movie is going to be something else.”

“Y/N, your role in the movie was originally handed to Florence Pugh who had to step back because she broke her arm,” James points out and you nod.

“Yes, I stepped in her place just about a week before production started and if I’m being honest I was scared that people would prefer to see her in the role, but I had a talk with her actually and she said she helped Olivia, the director to pick out the person to take her place and she said she instantly knew I would be perfect for it, so I trust her.”

“That’s amazing to hear, that the two of you didn’t have any rivalry going on,” James enthuses.

“She actually visited set a few times,” Harry chimes in and you nod.

“Yeah, we had a great time together.”

“Sounds like a lot of fun, the three of you together,” James chuckles. “So, the two of you play a married couple in the film and if I’m not mistaken you didn’t know each other beforehand. Was it hard to get into the roles with not much background on each other?”

“We met up a few times before filming started to get to know each other more and I think we hit it off right away, so it wasn’t hard for me,” Harry speaks up and you nod along.

“It was obviously a little different situation than when you meet someone and become friends, because as we got to know each other more, we had to go through scenes that were meant for a couple that was already years into their relationship, but I think it strengthened our friendship,” you answer, hands laid flat on your bare thighs.

No lie has been told, everything you said was the truth. You just left out the part where you become real life lovers and started dating a month into production.

“Y/N, you’ve been acting for a while now, have quite a few roles under your belt, what did you think of Harry’s acting?”

“I think that he is a wonderful actor and I hope people will give him his much deserved credit for it. He is often still seen as just a silly singer from a former boy band and they don’t take him seriously when he really is a very talented man. You’ll see in the movie as well, his role was a tough one, needed a lot of work and a wide range of emotions, but I think he did an amazing job.”

You dare to glance at him at the end of your little speech and for a moment you forget about the audience, James and the cameras. He is looking at you with so much gratitude and thankfulness. You remember every talk you had where he opened up to you about wanting to be taken seriously in the acting business, that he is not trying to be just a joke and another failed attempt of a singer to try himself out in movies. He told you how scared he is of not being good enough when you saw him every day on set and you were blown by his eternal talent and special take on his role. He deserves to be praised, he deserves every bit of it.

“It was easy, I had a great partner to learn from,” he smiles softly and you feel the heat crawling up your neck.

“You two really have the chemistry we’ve heard so much about, I can’t wait to see it on the big screen!” James sighs. “Tell me a little about what it was like to film? You guys spent a lot of time together, must have made a lot of memories.”

You take a deep breath as all those memories mentioned flood your mind. You had the best time of your life not just with Harry, but with the whole crew. Leaving after production was wrapped really broke your heart.

“It didn’t even feel like working,” Harry starts. “We always joked around, had lunch or dinner together, we were like a big family. It was so nice to have so many amazing, talented and hard-working people around you all day.”

“The jokes never stopped,” you add chuckling.

“I wish I could have been on set!” James laughs wholeheartedly. “That didn’t happen, but we have a little something. The crew has put together a short BTS video of the filming, so let’s have a look at that,” he announces and the video starts playing on every screen in the studio.

It’s a short little montage, but it captures the vibes of filming just perfectly. Clips shown from set are not just of you and Harry, but all the other cast and crew members. Goofing around, having lots and lots of laughs, dancing on set, which happened quite often and just all of you having a great time. Some of the slips however pain your chest, the ones of you and Harry.

This was very early into your relationship, no one on set even knew you were together, but seeing yourself on the screen you can’t deny the sparkles in your eyes every time you were around him.

A clip shows the two of you between two takes, doing a goofy dance in the kitchen of the home that was used as the set of the house of your characters, you are both wearing your costumes, Harry looks great in his suit and your long retro dress is flowing around you with every movement you make. He grabs you by your waist and spins you before you end up in his arms laughing crazily, you were so happy, so carefree. You wish you could go back to that moment…

Another footage was taken in your trailer when Harry took the place of Clare, your makeup artist and tried to do your eyeliner but miserably failed. In the video, he is gently clasping your chin, angling your face for himself as his other hand is working on the line, but it’s wobbly and way too thick, so you both end up just laughing when you check yourself in the mirror.

And there are some small moments of the two of you, moving around on set, lying in bed between takes, sitting in your chairs while eating, just tiny memories you still cherish so much and wish to live through again, but it’s the past. And it wouldn’t hurt this much if you knew Harry from the video was still yours.

When the video ends you need to blink a few times as your eyes have watered a little. You catch Harry’s gaze and he looks worried, he clearly wants to ask if you’re okay, make sure it was just the sentimentality of the moment, but he doesn’t have the chance, the cameras are still rolling.

“That looked like so much fun! Next time make sure to invite me on set too!” James jokes and you force a laugh out of yourself.

A few questions are asked about future plans and just generally about your careers before the taping finally ends. You thank James for the invite again and a photo is taken of the three of you, you standing in the middle with the two men on your sides. When everything is settled, you head to your dressing room, using the chance to slip away silently while Harry is still chit-chatting on the set.

In the comfort and silence of the dressing room, you lean onto the vanity, staring at yourself in the mirror, finding it ironic that on the outside, you look perfectly fine, healthy and pretty, but on the inside… you could scream. You miss Harry so much, you hoped that your feelings for him have toned down a little over these five months, but it was just the same if not even worse.

A faint knock is heard on the door and you quickly fix yourself before calling out to the person outside. The door opens and for your surprise, Harry steps inside, closing the door behind him.

“Hey, you disappeared so fast,” he softly says.

“Yeah, I’m just… a little tired,” you lie, though you know exactly he can see right through you.

“Y/N, I saw that look in your eyes after the video…”

“What look?” you ask with a huff. “What do you want me to say, Harry?”

“The truth,” he answers. “I’m not James, don’t bullshit me.”

“You want the truth? I’ll give it to you, but don’t blame me if it’s uncomfortable for you,” you chuckle bitterly, throwing your hands into the air. “I’ve been miserable, Harry. I miss you so fucking much, seeing you today was like Hell. I really thought it would be easier, but now I’m stuck with going from one interview to the other with red carpet events all around the world, seeing you every day when I terribly miss you and it fucking sucks, because you might not even feel the sa—“

You don’t get to finish, because Harry crosses the distance between the two of you, his hands grab your face and pulls you into a hard and passionate kiss. His lips move perfectly against yours and it feels like he is trying to squeeze every missed moment from the past five months into the kiss, making you melt into his arms completely.

He is everywhere. He is all you can taste, you breathe him in, his hands are everywhere on your body and your chest is pressed tight against his as you wrap your arms around his neck, locking him into your embrace. Your tongues dance, teeth tugging and pulling on lips, it’s a whole mess, but it’s the most perfect mess you’ve ever been. He takes your breath away completely and you don’t even want it back if it means you can’t have him.

Harry pulls away first, both your chests heaving wildly from the heavy make-out session and he looks down at you with hooded eyes.

“If you think I haven’t missed you like crazy… you can’t be more wrong, baby. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, I wanted to call you a thousand times and beg for you to come back to me, but I thought you already moved on.”

“Moving on?!” you huff with a tired smile. “Harry, I could never…”

“Alright, then I’m not letting you go again. No way you are walking out of this building without being mine again.”

A shiver runs down your spine at his words as you pull him down for another kiss, needing to feel his lips on yours.

“I never stopped being yours,” you whisper against his lips and he moans weakly before crashing his lips against yours again.

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All I Want For Christmas // Sam Fender

Fluffy Christmas Dad! Sam

"Mammy Mammy look what I made today!!" shouted Ada, her tiny voice hardly carrying despite her excitement as she jumped on the spot and rushed to get your attention.

Youd been waiting on the playground for her outside her preschool for maybe five minutes longer than usual but it was the last day before they broke up for the Christmas holidays so you were almost certain there would be a good reason.

"Ooo whatve you been busy making sweet pea?" you asked looking into the little paper bag she held open for you.

It was chilly outside, the weather was saying snow but you were hoping the snow would hold off a few more days, just until Sam made it home.

"Oh my goodness sweetie they're gorgeous did you make them all by yourself?" you gasped taking out one of the little red baubles to admire it.

"Yeah!" she grinned, blushing a little when she admitted that she had had a little bit of help. "Well I did the glitter!" she smiled, "n look they have our names on them! I did one for you and one for Avy and this one for daddy!" she said, "you have to be careful I don't want them to break!"

"Oh sweetheart they're beautiful, I'll be very careful with them," you smiled, "shall we give them to Ava to look after?" you asked placing them in her buggy just next to her. Ava was the youngest, all bundled up in her fluffy onsie and a blanket, protected from the icy winter chill.

"Be careful Avy, look after them!" whispered Ada standing on her tiptoes to peer into the pram at her little sister. You loved how much Ada adored her little sister, always chattering away to her even though she rarely got a proper response.

"Come on then busy bee, let's get you home," you said reaching for Adas hand as you began to push the buggy out of the playground. You knew you'd wind up bumping into some of the other mums and dad's as you left because they would be doing the same as you. Taking their little one to the bakery to choose a Christmas treat after their last day at pre school.

"Make sure you pick something nice and soft for Ava," you said sending the more energetic of your two girls off into the bakery with some change to hand to the lady behind the counter. You waited, watching her from a distance, feeling proud of how much her confidence had shot up since she'd started at the preschool. You could tell she was really beginning to take after her daddy, she had his cheeky smile and she definitely had his energy, always jumping from one thought to the next, always busy and buzzing around.

You rocked the pram, looking down at your youngest, wondering who she was going to take after with a soft smile. She didn't seem so much like her sister, she was quieter, a calmer baby. Ava slept through every night and always had done, she was shy and she liked to stay close to her mummy's side. Ada had always been a busy bee, she'd learnt to talk and then she hadn't stopped, she'd learnt to crawl and then she'd been a mischievous little pixie of a girl. And once she'd mastered walking there'd been no stopping her.

"Y/N! Hi," smiled Lucy snapping you out of your thoughts, "how are you, has Ada shown you what they've been up to today?" Lucy was Ada's best friend Poppy's mum and to be honest you were surprised they hadn't come tumbling out of the doors together.

"The baubles? They're lovely aren't they! Ada's so proud of herself," you smiled looking for Poppy only to realise that her and Ada were once again joined at the hip looking at all the gingerbread men and rows of Christmas treats.

"Pops made one for everyone, she's covered head to toe in glitter wait till you see her,"

"I'll bet Ada had something to do with that one, sorry," you smirked knowingly. Your daughter was trouble with a capital T. "She takes after her dad," you said with a smile, thinking fondly of Sam who was far away, the other side of the country probably preparing for a gig or something.

"That's right, you blame the poor lad whilst he's away," she winked teasing you, you probably would have taken it to heart if it was anyone else but you and Lucy had been good friends for years now. You'd met in maternity classes when you were pregnant with Ada and grown to be close friends since.

She was one of the only people outside of your family you trusted to talk to about Sam.

"When's he coming home?" she asked, "bet the girls are so excited,"

"Ada asks me every night," you smiled a sad little smile, "but he isn't back till the end of the week, he's got a few more gigs left and then he's on the radio and I think he's got to record top of the pops or something... They're keeping him nice and busy that for sure," you smirked, your resentment for his label shining through a little making Lucy laugh.

"And nice and far away too," she smirked, "oh well, I bet Ada will knock him off his feet when he gets home,"

"I'm a little bit scared for him," you joked, looking over at Ada and Poppy who were both getting their treats. Poppy was a little more reserved than Ada and you enjoyed watching them, laughing at how Ada spoke up for Poppy when the lady behind the counter couldn't hear her.

By the time the girls came back with their gingerbread men and a Christmas cupcake for Ava you and Lucy had thought of plenty of names you could call Sam's label.

"Got Ava a snowman!" smiled Ada looking proud of herself as she stood on tiptoe to give it to her sister who was awake and sitting up in her pram, her big blue eyes taking in her surrounding. She made grabby hands for the cake and you watched as you said your goodbyes to Poppy and Lucy, knowing the mess your little girl was going to have made with that cake by the time you got home.

And you were right, the photo you snapped before you lifted her out of her pram at the front door step would make Sam laugh for sure. Ava had managed to paint her face with her snowman cupcake, frosting smeared across her hands and her face, a big blob of white on her nose too. Her eyes sparkling with glee as she giggled and clapped her cake crumb covered hands together looking at you as if to ask why you weren't just as thrilled as her.

Baby wipes really are a saviour, you thought as you began cleaning your youngest up, watching Ada with a smirk as she took the baubles out of her bag and began to unwrap them from their bubble wrap.

"Can we do the tree tonight mammy?" she asked with a hopeful look in her eyes as you placed Ava on the floor and let her crawl towards her big sister.

The tree, as it happened was already up, all that was left was to decorate it and for that you were quite sure you'd need Santa's little helpers so of course you met your little girl with a big smile.

"I was hoping you would say that!" you grinned, "but I know daddy wants to phone you first, he says he's got an important message for you from you know who..."

You watched as Adas eyes practically popped out of her head, her gasp audible as she clutched her hands to her mouth.

"Santa!"

"Well I don't know you'd better call daddy and see!" you giggled excited to hear Sam's voice again.

You got the app up on your phone and called Sam for her letting her take the phone out of your hands.

"Sit with Avy so she can see too," you said though you didn't need to remind her, she was already babbling away to Ava about how they were going to see Daddy.

You listened to the rings as and glanced over at the two girls sitting holding the phone together. Ava had practically crawled into ada lap and the sight of them was beyond adorable.

As you began stringing the lights on the tree you heard the familiar sound of Sam's voice as he picked up the phone.

"Daddy!" they giggled in unison the two of them with their eyes lit up.

"Hiya girls!" he grinned back, his own excitement to see them both bubbling over.

You could wait to have him home, the whole family back together again for Christmas.

"How was your last day at pre school Ada?" he asked, chuckling away as she launched into a list of all the things she'd done. You smirked, a little surprised however when she failed to mention the baubles she had made.

"and... And i did another thing but I can't tell you what," she said her cheeks rosy as she smiled shyly and piqued Sam's curiosity.

"Oh aye whys that then tink?" he asked, you could picture the way their cheeky smiles mirrored one another.

"Because," she said, "it's a secret so shhhh" she raised her finger to her lips and shushed him, her little sister copying her too, both of them shushing him and giggling though they were deadly serious about their secret.

You smiled to yourself realising what Ada wanted to do.

"S'prize" Ava managed to say, giggling when Ada shushed her and she shushed her sister back. You couldn't help but giggle quietly as you rearranged the lights to get them just right.

"It's a surprise?" he asked, "for me?" he gasped, his excitement as buzzy as there's.

"Maybeeee," giggled the elder sister, "maybe not," Yeah she took after Sam alright.

"Well in that case a spose you'd better keep it secret then!" he grinned, "a wouldn't want ruin the surprise!" he smiled chuckling at them both as started asking him questions.

"Is your day good?"

"Aye tink," grinned Sam, "it's very good now I've seen my two favourite girls!"

"Us!"

"Yeah pet you," grinned Sam, his soft laughter endeared as they both beamed, little Ava blowing kisses to him and doing grabby hands.

"Did your Mammy tell you who I spoke to today?" he asked then, lowering his voice a little, building the drama, capturing the full attention of his girls.

"S..." started Ada before Sam shushed her.

"Quiet baby we don't want anyone to hear!" he whispered, Ada immediately dropping her voice, her finger on her lips as she whispered.

"Santa!"

"Saaa n ty" Ava tried to copy, giggling as her sister encouraged her and clapped her.

"I did," grinned Sam, "and guess what he told me... He told me he had a really super important top secret message for two little girls called Ada and Ava Fender..."

"Daddy that's us!"

"So a told him ad never heard of yous and he went on his way!" he grinned his face lighting up as Ada gasped and shrieked and shook her head.

"No daddy don't be silly that's us!! What did you really say?" she asked hands on her hips, her frown the cutest you'd ever seen.

"Areet theres no foolin you is there pet," he grinned, "course I didn't say that really," he chuckled, "I told him I knew two little girls called Ada and Ava but that they've both been really naughty this year and they shouldn't get any...."

"Daddy!!" giggled Ada refusing to fall for her daddy's tricks, "daddy stop being silly!" she laughed, her little cheeks red and she scrunched her face up.

"Areet Areet that isn't what I said either youre too clever for me Ada," he grinned, "I didn't say that at all love," he chuckled, "nah, a told him a know an Ada Fender and an Ava Fender and Santa asked me to pass on a little message to you both..."

"What is it daddy what's the message?" asked Ada, Ava was making grabby hands at the camera now and you knew she was wanting her daddy.

"Santa said, he knows how well you've been taking care of Mammy whilst your daddys been away on tour, he says you've been a very grown up girl helping to look after your little sister and always being very kind and thoughtful! Ey you don't go all shy on me now tink!" he giggled seeing how Ada suddenly hid behind her hands, twisting on the spot all shy. "Santa says he's very proud of you both, reckons you're very very lovely girls and that he's sure your Mammy would really appreciate it if you could keep up all the hard work until daddy comes home..."

"it's not really hard," smiled Ada still shying away, ever so adorable with her blushy cheeks and her sparkling eyes. "It's fun," she said making Sam smile.

"I'm glad you're having fun tink," he smiled, "what dya reckon dya think ya can keep it up till daddy comes home?"

"Yeah!" she smiled, "Uhuh, I take care of Mammy and Avy and..." she trailed off, "tonight were gonna dec... dec... Do the pretty tree lights!" she beamed giving up on the long word and marching the phone over to you and the tree where you were still tangled in the lights.

"There she is," grinned Sam, "alreet there love you look a bit stuck," he chuckled making you smile as you rolled your eyes.

"This is your job am doing," you grinned, it was usually Sam's job to do the lights because he was taller and he could reach better than you.

"You're doing a canny job pet," he laughed at you, "just don't tie yourself to the tree," he laughed at you then, when you frowned back and Ada started giggling. "You look after yer Mammy Ada, she looks like she needs it," he chuckled keeping her giggling as she carried him back to Ava who was crawling towards you and the tree.

"Daddys got to go now girls," he said, "but I'll see you really really soon!"

"Love you daddy!"

"Love" smiled Ava blowing kisses to the phone, Ada giggled and did the same smiling when Sam pretended to catch them and blew them straight back.

"Love you both little monkeys," he smiled asking Ada to go and get you.

She handed you the phone saying goodbye to her daddy once more before you held the phone up to your own face wandering into the kitchen for just a moment so that you could talk to him privately.

"They seem excited," he grinned, "what's this surprise Adas talking about?" he asked daft if he thought you were going to give the game away.

"I'm not telling you dafty," you giggled, "can't believe you think am the weakest link," you giggled, "you'd better hurry home if you want find out.."

"Believe me am hurrying home as quick as..." he yawned, "am missing you all so fuckin much," he admitted his eyes cloudy with melancholy.

"Oh love," you said softly, "you'll be home soon and then we'll all be together again," you said offering him a reassuring smile, "real soon," you said stepping up to reassure him because you often forgot that though it was hard on you when he was away, it was hard on him too and he missed his family as much as they missed him.

"Aye," he said, "can't fuckin wait like, gan give you all the biggest hug," he grinned, your conversation turning then to what he'd been doing, where he was playing tonight, what he had on tomorrow. He asked about your day and you gave him the rundown of yours an Avas busy day making Christmas cookies and colouring in Reindeers and Santa's.

But you didn't stay talking for long because he had work to do and you had two little mischief makers waiting impatiently in the next room to start decorating the Christmas tree, so you said your goodbyes and your love yous and your see you soons and then you returned to the girls.

"Ada lovely why don't you help your sister reach so she can put her bauble on the tree," you smiled, holding your youngest daughter by the waist. She was doing her best to stand and stretch but her little legs weren't walkers just yet and she could hardly reach to put her decoration on the tree.

You put Mickeys Twice Upon a Christmas on the TV and whilst Ada and Ava were in charge of all the low down branches you were stretching on your tiptoes to reach all the branches Sam would usually be decorating.

You remembered last year when Ava was barely a few months old, you'd still been exhausted from your pregnancy and it had been up to Sam and Ada to decorate the tree together. It had taken them almost all day because they'd been having too much fun messing around together. Sam lifting her up and racing her around the room, pretending he was going to throw her in the air to reach a high branch with a decoration.

You remembered how proud Ada had been when he'd picked her up and let her put the star on the top of the tree.

Ada had grown up a lot this last year but both girls were still so small, at this time of year they seemed it even more so.

"Stretch Avy!" exclaimed Ada, stretching her own body, making stars with her hands as she showed her little sister how to reach, she did a little jump and kept stretching, giggling at her little sister who tried to copy, wobbling in your arms as you held her and helped her stretch.

You smiled as you took a step back, taking some photos and a video to send to Sam, knowing he would be sad to be missing out on seeing them like that together. You knew it was hard on him being away, knew he felt like he was missing out on some really important parts of their lives. But half the reason he was touring and grafting as hard as he was was for them, for his family. To give them the life he thought they deserved.

As much as you wished he was there with you now, smothering you in affection, doting on his two little girls, playing the fool to make them laugh, getting them way more excited than they really needed to be so close to bedtime, you knew when he did come home the reunion would be even sweeter. Worth the wait.

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"Mammy! Mammy look!!!" you felt a tug on your sweater, soon to be followed by another tug on your pyjama trousers, which had belonged to Sam once, many moons ago.

You looked down knowing exactly who you would see.

Ada who was tugging on your sleeve with an excited little sparkle in her eyes, her blonde curls fly-away and escaping her pigtails, Ava sitting at your foot her fist gripping the bottom of your pjs, copying her big sister as she tugged on your pyjamas.

"What is it sweet pea?" you asked with a smile on your lips because you could hear the TV in the next room and you knew exactly what they wanted to tell you.

"Its daddy on the telly!!" you couldn't keep the grin off your face when you watched her do a little jump with excitement before you ducked down to pick Ava up off the floor, taking your older daughters hand and letting her lead you to the living room where Christmas Top of the Pops was playing and their dad was singing a cover of Santa Clause is Coming To Town, doing his best Springsteen impression.

"Look look!" beamed Ada jumping up and down and clapping, doing her best to sing a long.

The girls were big Springsteen fans - of course they were, with a dad like Sam how could they not be - and they were sure to be even bigger fans of a song their daddy was singing. You watched as Ada wriggled her body, shaking and dancing along, her little sister trying to copy her, waving her arms around.

You only wished Sam would hurry up home so he could see them too, all their pre christmas excitement, their energy, their tinkling laughter, a mischief that they definitely got from him.

It was always harder at this time of year to accept that he couldn't be home as often as any of you would have liked, and you knew that the minute he finished his song on the telly, Ada would turn to you with her big blue eyes and ask you another familiar question.

"Mammy?"

"Yeah sweet pea?" you asked, though the hopeful glow in her eyes gave her question away immediately.

"When's daddy coming home?" she asked, dragging the question out, trying to be brave, trying to hide her hopes which she managed to get up every day, though the answer hadn't changed.

"Tomorrow love," you said, "Christmas Eve Eve!"

She smiled but it wasn't really the answer she wanted. It wasn't the answer you wanted either really.

"I miss him," she said her eyes pooling as she looked up at you and broke your heart a little so that it was all you could do but coo and bend to pick her up too, balancing both your babies on your hips as you watched Sam on the TV.

"Aw baby, cmon let's sit down together and watch daddy okay," you said sitting down on the sofa, bundling them both up in your lap, turning the volume on the telly up, smiling at the sound of Sam's voice. His laugh familiar and warm made you miss him more but when you heard your girls giggling quietly along with their daddy you felt a spark of happiness still.

"So Sam have you been a good boy this year?" asked the interviewer with a precocious smile, her eyes twinkling as she did her job and turned the charm up to ten.

"Aye a reckon you'd have to ask someone else that," chuckled Sam scratching the back of his neck, his grin that gorgeous slightly awkward, adorable smile you found too contagious. You found yourself giggling along with your girls, Ada nodding along at the TV.

"Of course he's been good, she's silly Mammy!! Our daddy's always good he's the goodest!"

"You tell her Ada," you giggled smiling fondly between the girl in your lap and the man on the TV who, when he looked at the camera, almost seemed to be smiling at you.

"Perhaps we ought to ask Mrs Fender..." she smirked drawing another laugh from Sam as he shook his head, his smile seemed warmer to you now. "Perhaps she could tell us..."

He was blushing a little now too. You could tell he was lost for words, beginning to clam up and you were grateful when the interviewer changed the subject, asked him an easier question.

You weren't expecting the answer to leave a little tear in your eye.

"So, let's sat you've been a good boy all year Sam, what's on your Christmas list? What's Santa bringing you?"

"Oh," he grinned, his eyes going wide as he scratched back of his neck and chewed his bottom lip, for a moment he looked like he was trying to think up some funny answer, something to make everyone laugh, but when he spoke he was smiling, but he wasn't trying to make anyone laugh.

"Well actually a reckon all a want for Christmas is to be with me girls," he said with a smile, "a nar that sounds proper soft like but that's it really, I've not been home in awhile an am really missing em, am just really looking forward to gan home an getting to spend Christmas with me lass and me two little girls," he grinned a red blush flushing his cheeks now, his eyes sparkling with love when he looked at the camera.

"Mammy, thats us," gasped Ada, tugging on your jumper urgently, "he means us,"

"Aww you know I think that's the most wholesome answer I've ever heard," cooed the presenter, teasing Sam for being such a soft touch, though you could tell he wasn't embarrassed in the slightest and really she thought it was the sweetest thing.

"Aye an that reminds me actually, it's past your bedtime Ada," he smirked, pointing with the most mischievous of smiles down the camera making the little girl who was sitting in your lap gasp and giggle and hide her face in her hands.

She was too cute, if only Sam could have seen her.

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That night you tucked them both into bed a little later than you'd meant to. You hadn't had the heart to put them straight to bed after all the excitement of watching their daddy on the TV and had instead let them stay up a little longer, getting them both a cup of warm milk, reading them a story on the rug in their bedroom.

They were both rosy cheeked and half asleep by the time it came to putting them into bed, something you and Sam always did together when he was home. It filled you with a soft kind of joy to know any day now you'd get to share that experience again. You'd get to watch him kissing his girls goodnight, teasing them, reading them a bed time story and tucking them in.

You couldn't wait and as you returned to the living room, changing the channel and sitting down with a cup of tea, you curled up under the blanket and began to let your mind drift to thoughts of tomorrow when he'd be home at last.

You must have fallen asleep on the sofa watching the TV because when you awoke it was the middle of the night and you were a little confused to find the lights still on.

At first you weren't sure what exactly had woken you but when you opened your eyes properly and pushed yourself up from the sofa you came almost nose to nose with Sam. His smile glowing a grin, eyes full of light, excitement bubbling in him.

"Oh my god Sam!" you gasped, trying to keep your voice down so as not to disturb the girls who were sleeping down the hall.

"Hiya love," he smiled, pushing his lips to the tip of your nose as you pushed yourself up and practically pulled him down into your embrace.

He laughed as he stumbled into your arms and the two of you rolled into the sofa cushions, your legs wrapping around his waist as you held onto him like you were never going to let go ever again.

You were breathless, so surprised to see him, so happy to see him.

You buried your face into his shoulder, his jumper soft against your skin, his scent soft and familiar, homely. You smiled as you held onto him, as you felt his lips in your hair and then on your forehead.

"Missed you so much," you said, almost in tears, so overwhelmed by the surprise of having him back an evening earlier than expected.

"Missed you too baby girl," he said kissing your cheek, "whyd ya think am back a whole day early, had fight me way up the M6 for you y/n," he grinned, smiling into the kiss you pulled him in for, your hands holding his face as you pulled him in closer to you.

He nuzzled into you, his nose knocking yours as he deepened the kiss, hungry and needy because he'd missed you too and the relief of your reunion was overwhelming.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, smiling, feeling his smile as you kissed him, pulling away only for a moment just to look at him. Just to make sure he was real.

Your eyes twinkled, you couldn't keep the grin off your face, he couldn't keep the grin off his either.

"Swear y'get more gorgeous every time a see ya," he smiled, his voice low and quiet as his eyes trailed your serene expression. You blushed and pushed him away.

"Youre daft," you smiled sitting up, making grabby hands at him to get him to stand up with you, wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed with him.

He didn't take your hand like you thought he would though, instead sweeping you up off your feet, carrying you to bed where he dropped you down onto the centre of the mattress and crawled above you, trailing kisses all over you, smothering you with them until you were a giggling mess beneath him.

"Think am ready for baby number three, what dya reckon y/n?" he smirked, his eyes glowing with a look that told you he wasn't entirely kidding. A look which made your heart swell with a serenity you wanted to hold onto forever.

"Uhuh," you breath tugging him back down to kiss him again, your legs wrapping around his waist as he held you in his big arms and adored you.

🌟💮🌟

The next morning you awoke early to the sound of giggling. When you rolled over the bed beside you was empty and though you had secretly hoped for five minutes in Sam's arms before you began your busy day, you were giddy with joy knowing what that giggling in the next room meant.

Sam had woken up early to go in and surprise the girls, he'd woken them up and now they were no doubt causing mischief in the kitchen making you a cup of tea..

Moments later your suspicions were confirmed when the door opened and Ada walked in carrying a carefully balanced tray, Sam walking in close behind carrying Ava in his arms.

She was half asleep just like her Mammy and when he placed her down on the bed she crawled into your lap immediately, wanting to be cuddled and rocked back to sleep.

"Adas been a busy bee," said Sam, "said Santa told her she's got to look after her Mammy," he grinned winking at you as he helped Ada place the tray on the bed. He scooped her up then in a bundle of giggles, tickling her tummy as he got back into bed beside you and sat Ada in his lap.

She looked thrilled to bits as she wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tight. You smiled as he stroked her hair and kissed her forehead telling her to tell you everything they'd made.

"Cinnamon buns from the yellow shop you like!" she grinned, "and and coffee, and and stawbys!" she smiled pointing to each different thing.

"Aw thank you sweet pea it looks delicious!" you smiled taking a strawberry and popping it into your mouth. "There's too much here for just me though, would you like to share?" you asked offering her a cinnamon bun knowing that had been the plan all along.

"Tanks," she smiled taking the cinnamon bun and holding it up to her nose.

"Remember blow on it pet it's hot from the oven," said Sam getting her nose and smiling down at her, the adoration in his eyes too much. The sight of him holding Ada like that, bejng so soft and fatherly with her h brought a tear to your eyes which Sam caught and chuckled at.

"What's the matter pet our cooking that bad?" he asked lowering his voice and leaning in to tease you quietly.

"Just happy," you smiled softly, "just really happy you're home," you said smiling and kissing his cheek. Blushing when he leant in and kissed yours in return.

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The snow had held off just long enough for Sam to get home to you but that morning the sky clouded over and the snow began to fall and then it didn't stop all day.

All through the afternoon it fell and you watched from the window when Sam and Ada wrapped up warm to go and build a snow man and play sledging.

They looked a sight all wrapped up in their big winter coats, fluffy hoods pulled up over their hats. Adas mittens and Sam's gloves feathered with snow the moment they left the house.

You took Ava out for a minute or two to bring a carrot and some buttons out for the snow mans nose and eyes.

"Cmere here love," grinned Sam penguin kissing your nose with his icy pinched pink one until you laughed and shuffled away from him desperate to escape. "Aw love where ya gan?" he laughed mock hurt as he unwrapped the scarf from around his neck and gave it to the snow man.

You filmed them, Sam letting Ada climb on his leg so she could reach to stick the carrot nose into his face, and then you laughed at them arguing over a name.

"Mr Brrrr," giggled Ada shuffling and shrugging, wrapping her arms around her little body as she did an exaggerated shiver and made you all laugh.

"Mr Brrrrrrrr," Sam tried to outdo her, shivering and shaking his head until she was shrieking with laughter, her arms wrapped as far around him as she could manage.

"Brrrrrrrrrrrr," she giggled shaking her head too.

"Brrrr," Ava said making you smile and nuzzle into her tiny features. Your warm eyes meeting hers.

"I know," grinned Sam just as you were about to take Ava back inside to warm up.

"Shall we take mammy and Avy on a sledge ride?" he asked Ada who of course was thrilled at the idea.

"Yeah!! Mammy sledge!" she beamed point at the little wooden sledge Sam had been running Ada around the street on all morning.

"Oh no dont go too fast," you gasped, "Mammys not as brave as you Ada," you giggled sitting down on the sled with Ava wrapped nice and snug in your coat.

"Areet all aboard the Ada express!" called Sam taking the reins in his hand and beginning to pull you along down the street. Ada held on too pulling you along, scurrying instep with her daddy to pull you and her little sister along, not too fast so that you wouldn't be scared.

You squealed and laughed, unable to stop giggling and smiling as Ava gurgled and giggled and squealed too. You werent really going very fast, nowhere near as fast as Sam had been pulling Ada earlier that morning, but it was certainly fast enough for you.

When you'd done a lap of the street you stopped and Sam offering you his hand to help you stand, kissing yours and holding it against his icy cold features until you squirmed and laughed and made an excuse to run inside.

The excuse a promise of hot chocolate for the both of them when they got in.

The rest of the afternoon was spent getting warm and cosy, closing the curtains on the snow and the cold and putting Christmas films on instead.

You had made a plan to spend the first day Sam was back, all four of you cuddled up on the sofa watching the girls favourite Christmas films. The perfect way for the girls to spend some quality time with their daddy whilst also giving daddy a chance to get some rest.

"Wait daddy wait!" gasped Ada jumping up to run off and find something, leaving you both a little confused by her sudden urgency when you'd just gotten her settled in her pj's ready to watch beauty and the beast Christmas.

Sam turned to look at you as if to ask where she was going but you just shrugged your shoulders and smiled.

He bounced Ava in his arms, blowing raspberries on her tummy whilst he waited for Ada to come back. The youngest giggling and squirming in his hands.

"Dada stop," she giggled shaking her head and waving her hands in his face to defend herself.

Luckily for her when Ada came back she was holding the surprise behind her back and Sams attention was immediately refocused.

"What's that you're hiding there little one?" he asked crouching down to try and take a look.

"A present for you daddy," she smiled, blushing as she took the bag from behind her back and presented it to him.

He took it from her with a smile looking inside curiously, his eyes lighting up when he saw what it was.

"Aw that's class tink!" he exclaimed, "Did you make that yourself? Youre such a clever girl!"

"I made it almost myself!" she nodded, "made a mammy one and an Avy one and a me one and a daddy one and you have to put yours on the tree or the tree won't be finished,"

"Is that reet pet?" he grinned taking the bauble and admiring it as he stood up, carrying Ava with him to the tree. He looked thoughtfully over the tree to choose the percent spot, choosing somewhere up high where it would catch the light and he would be able to see it whenever he glanced over at the tree.

"It's gorgeous tink, just like you two girls," he smiled as he pulled her in for a hug smothering them both in kisses. "Thank you angel, daddy loves it!"

You watched with pride swelling in your heart, sneaking a quick few photographs of what really was a beautiful moment. Sam with both his little girls snug in his arms as he carried them to the sofa to plonk them down in the blankets you'd prepared.

He handed Ava to you and kissed your cheek as he picked Ada up and pulled her into his lap, stretching to switch the big light off as he pressed play on the film.

The girls watched as if it was the first time they'd seen it but it was probably the 100th time this December they'd sat and watched it as it was Adas latest obsession and she watched it almost everyday.

You however spent most of the film focused on Sam, his arm around your shoulder, his fingers playing with your hair. You leant on his shoulder and kissed his cheek every now and then.

By the end of the film you were feeling sleepy and relaxed, by the end of the next you were all feeling lulled and cosy, all four of your cuddled together, a snug and happy family.

By the end of the last film you were trying your best to get the angle right on possibly the cutest photo you'd ever taken.

Sam was zonked, fast asleep with Ada sleeping on his chest, her thumb in her mouth, Sam's arm around her his hand on her back holding her safe against his chest.

Ava snuggled up to him too, her little hand clutching at his tshirt, her chubby cheek squished against his arm as she slept.

The three of them together were adorable and as you snapped one final photo you took a moment to thank your lucky stars.

You really were the happiest girl, the luckiest woman in the world.

#sam fender imagines #Sam Fender x Reader #I'm sorry im just so fucking broody right now

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years

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Slumbering Hearts (Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 2

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language Warnings: None Summary: In a wicked twist of fate, you find out your soulmate is none other than your employer, Lady Dimitrescu. To your misery, she (at first) seems equally displeased, her heart already belonging to another. But in time, the two of you find yourselves wondering… could the universe be right, after all? Soulmate AU in which every person has a unique “soul mark”, which they share with their soulmate. Notes: Reader gets a bit of a backstory here, with just enough concrete details to serve the plot in future chapters. Hopefully enough is kept vague for people to enjoy it. Now... Time to meet your new kids-in-law/the gremlins :) Previous Chapters: 1: In The Shadow Of Giants

2: Uncertain Destinations

“You already know my name, as well as my fate, and I have neither threats nor demands to make of you. I am at your mercy, regrettably, with nothing more to say. Shall we consider ourselves ‘introduced’? Or is there more you wish to ask of me?” You wonder, eying ‘Alcina’ with a bored expression. It felt odd to refer to her that way, even within the confines of your mind. She had been ‘Lady Dimitrescu’ for as long as you could remember; starting with your years in the village, and continuing through your months here at the castle. One day, perhaps, you would grow used to calling her by her first name. For now, you simply hoped to focus on other matters.

“Tell me of yourself, your past. Who were you before you came here?” Alcina asks, surprising you. What did it matter, now that you were stuck here? At first you shrug, avoiding eye contact, not wanting to open yourself up to her. But before long she’s placed a hand on your shoulder, applying just enough pressure to encourage you to speak. You win this round, you think.

“Somehow I doubt you’ll find it terribly interesting. I was born in the outskirts of the village, on a small farm, just like any other. I had a pet dog, went to ‘school’ with my neighbors, and spent my weekends volunteering with the church. The only thing you might not expect is that I lived outside the village for about a decade. Traveled for a while, never really staying anywhere for terribly long. Eventually, I got tired, and so I came back to help my parents with what little property they had left,” you explain, quietly. Being vague had been intentional, considering the nature of a few details. Did she need to know why you had left? Or that you had once revered Mother Miranda?... No, because if she learned that, it would not be long before she learned that you had changed your mind years ago. Something told you that she wouldn’t appreciate your lack of faith in her mistress. “That was six months ago, roughly. Barely got to spend time with my parents before I was ‘donated’ to the staff here.”

“Not many ever leave the village. Those that do rarely, if ever, return. How particular,” Alcina replies, giving a soft hum. There’s something in her expression that tells you she’ll eventually ask you to elaborate. For now, however, she seems content to move on. Internally you sigh in relief. “I suppose this is sufficient to sate my curiosity, for the time being. Now come with me, I’d like to introduce you to my daughters, to ensure that they understand you are… off limits.” With that said she stands, once more reminding you just how small and fragile you are in comparison, before heading towards the exit. You’re nearly forced to jog in order to keep up with her long strides. As she leads you through hallways, down a flight of stairs, and past several nervous looking maidens, she slows down the slightest bit, having eventually noticed your struggle. Admittedly, that’s more kindness than you would have anticipated. Perhaps she was used to adjusting her pace for her daughters?

Whatever the reason, you do appreciate it. Still, by the time you arrive at your destination, the castle’s library, your legs are feeling the smallest bit sore. Brushing off the ache, you follow Alcina inside. Then you’re taking in the sights, having not been here before, admiring the impressive collection. Glad I’m not responsible for cleaning this place, you think as you pass by dozens of filled shelves. Before long you encounter the three daughters. They’re sitting in a semi-circle, each with their own book, though they’re quick to sit up once they spy their mother. One by one they’re smiling up at her, not even sparing you a moment’s glance. Admittedly you’re glad for that. What good could come from their attention, especially when they don’t yet know who you ‘truly’ are?

“I’m glad to see you’re all in one place, my darlings. There has been a… development, of sorts,” Alcina says, speaking in the same tone one might use to address a faculty meeting. In a less intimidating household, it would have been much harder to hold in a laugh. Was this always how she spoke to her children? For their sake, you hoped not (though the concept was amusing). Regardless, it is at this point that the daughters notice you, with one of them looking intrigued enough to send a shiver down your spine. You’re pretty sure her name is Daniela, being the only one you haven’t met before today. A toothy grin spreads on her lips, and once you make eye contact you swear that she winks at you. This literally could not be any worse, you think, unable to stop yourself from frowning.

“Does it have to do with this little thing?” Daniela purrs, taking a step towards you. Instantly both Alcina and yourself are tensing up. While your soulmate shifts in front of you, an incredibly faint rosy tint to her cheeks, all you can do is pinch the bridge of your nose between two fingers.

“This ‘little thing’ is not your newest playtoy, Daniela. Rather, they are my-” she hesitates, disliking the way the word feels in her mouth- “soulmate. I expect the three of you to behave, understood? At the very most, you are allowed to prevent them from leaving the premises, but even then I expect you to remain gentle. Have I made myself clear?” Alcina asks. Now she’s not the only one blushing, as Daniela looks so embarrassed that you wonder if she’ll pass out. Maybe now you’ll think twice about flirting with everyone you meet, you think, remembering the various rumors you’ve heard about her. For a moment, part of you imagines what your relationship with her would look like, were you to continue ‘courting’ her mother. Could this be a moment you could torment her with for life? Get some cheeky revenge for all the maidens who couldn’t risk it? A lovely thought, though one soon interrupted.

“Of course, mother. We will not lay a single finger on them, unless we have no other choice. Right, sisters?” Bela replies, turning to her siblings with an expectant look. Neither of them seem terribly pleased, but they nod, each giving their own verbal affirmations. All three spend a few moments glancing you over, reevaluating you now that they know who you are, appraising your worth. It’s not hard to imagine that they all find you lacking- at least in comparison to their mother. “Are introductions in order? We’ve met before, but I hardly know anything about them. It would be… nice to properly meet the newest edition to our family.” The way Bela says the words makes you nervous, and the way Cassandra grins only worsens the feeling.

“If you desire such, I see no reason to forgo such a thing. Perhaps the three of you could give them a tour? I must return to my duties, and I doubt they have seen much of the castle, given their… former occupation,” Alcina admits, softly. Was this a confirmation that you’d no longer have to spend every day working yourself to the bone? On one hand you were somewhat relieved, but you also regretted the possible loss of your preferred coping method. Worse, were you really going to spend who knows how long with the dreaded Dimitrescu daughters? They were going to rip you to shreds, at least verbally, you were sure of it. How could you ever meet their expectations? If they were anything like their mother, you would never be enough to satisfy them. Or at least that is what you assumed.

“I’ve seen a fair bit,” you interject, awkwardly, hating the way it brings everyone’s gaze back to you. Alcina’s lips twitch, as she fights back a frown. Evidently she didn’t appreciate you countering her suggestion.

“Please, we insist,” Bela fires back, a pleasant tone covering her thinly-veiled animosity. “I’m sure we’ll have a wonderful time getting to know each other. You do want to learn more about your soulmate’s children, don’t you?” Something about the way she speaks makes you want to laugh. When you smile back at her, it’s without a hint of any placating intentions, rather a dewdrop of mischief. Bold of her to assume that you wanted to make her mother happy. After all, it was clear from her phrasing that this was a ‘test’, a ruse to ‘reveal your true colors’ to Alcina. But you were as uneasy about your part in this as Bela was, neither of you finding yourself a suitable match for Alcina. Despite the way she narrows her eyes at you, her mother is smiling again, glad that she had a way to keep you occupied for the time being.

“It’s settled then,” she says, moving to give each of her daughters a kiss on top of their heads. They giggle at the affection, looking rather proud of themselves. Then she turns to you, hesitating, clearly having the instinct to give you a kiss as well. Half of you wants to stand on your tippy-toes, expectantly, wondering if she’d do it (and how flustered it would make her). Instead, you pretend not to notice, accepting the awkward shoulder pat she ends up giving you. “I will see you this evening, for dinner. Do try to enjoy yourself. But don’t forget-” she leans in until her mouth is right next to your ear, breath tickling your neck- “behave yourself. I will not tolerate any tomfoolery, understood?” Alcina does not pull away until you’ve nodded, and you do not relax until the library door has shut behind her.

Except now you’re alone with her daughters. Wonderful.

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Dealing with finances was not, to put it simply, Alcina’s ‘favorite’ activity. Although she employed someone to handle the majority of the paperwork, she made sure to go over it herself to ensure accuracy. There were many aspects to her business, being both legitimate and illegitimate, technically. One could never be too careful about their records. After all, failing to file tax returns had taken down Al Capone, of all people. Who was to say that such a mistake, or one in a similar vein, could not damage House Dimitrescu? Certainly it wouldn’t be enough to ruin them entirely, but it could lead to certain ‘nuisances’ bothering the village. At the end of the day, Alcina cared more about the impact it would have on Mother Miranda than anything else, even the possible decline of her household.

A nasty habit, really. Few knew the extent of her self-entitled devotion to the cult leader. The only bond that ran deeper was that she had with her daughters, who meant more to her than she could ever vocalize. Even then, she viewed them as a gift from Miranda, which in turn strengthened her love for the woman. Now that love leaked into everything she did. With a flourish of her pen, she signed away some of this month’s earnings. So what if she already ‘donated’ a large portion of her income to the village and its leader? Certainly this was a way to show the level of her devotion? Certainly Miranda would take notice, eventually? Praise her for it? Take Alcina’s hand in her own, thumb caressing her skin, eyes filled with a long-sought affection?...

The sound of passing footsteps brings her back into the moment, and Alcina stares down at the mountain of paperwork she’d yet to approve. With a deep sigh she readjusts her reading glasses, sets the finished document aside, then gets back to work. A part of her mind soon starts to drift to other subjects. To you, primarily. Would your affection be easier to gain? Steadier?... But could it, in any way, compare to Miranda’s? No matter how she tries to brush the thoughts away, they nip at her heels, circling her head like vultures. Only time would give her the relief she so desperately sought.

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“So, don’t tell me you really think you’re my mother’s soulmate, right?” Cassandra says, somewhat grumbling, as you trail behind Bela. It’s less than five minutes into the tour, with the siblings having behaved so far, focused on actually showing you around. At her words, both her sisters started walking slower. Their gazes were still locked ahead of themselves. The way they positioned themselves, however, made it clear that they were listening. “Is it some elaborate scheme, hmm? Did you spend a dozen hours with the other servants, noting every last detail about her soul mark, before copying it? Do you really think that you’ll get away with this?” Well, ‘twas good to know who the most paranoid of the three were.

“Ah, yes, it’s all a great, horrible ruse. You’ve caught me red-handed, I’m afraid,” you chime, sarcastically. A hand goes to your forehead as you fake faintness. “I’m just so desperate to be scrutinized by yourself and your mother, to have my every movement watched, to somehow be less free than I already was. I simply… cannot… believe… that you saw through my bluff.” With that you give a dramatic sigh, pausing in the hallway to give Cassandra a judgemental look. If not for Alcina’s instructions to keep you safe, you’re certain she would have beheaded you on the spot. “I’m not claiming to understand the universe’s decision. But I’m also not giving up immediately, no matter how much the three of you scare me.” At that, Bela stops in her tracks, slowly turning to you. Instinctively you go to take a step backwards, only for Cassandra to catch you, holding you in place. Next thing you know, the oldest daughter is grabbing your head, staring you right in the eyes.

“Answer one question, and maybe I’ll make sure you don’t fall victim to some tragic, unfortunate accident. Can you see yourself loving my mother?” Bela asks, more intense than you’ve ever seen her before. Despite that, you don’t tremble, swallowing your fear long enough to reply.

“Honestly? I don’t know. She’s terrifying… and beautiful. Cruel to some of the maidens I’ve met… and loving to you three. I… I don’t know if I can love her,” you admit, gulping. “But isn’t that part of the point of trying? To find out? I am going to try, for both my sake and hers, to love her. To cherish her. What more would you ask of me? I cannot tell you how the days to come will go, whether or not your mother will enjoy them, or even whether she could love me. This is not a situation you can threaten into resolving the way you want it to. So let me go, finish the tour, and give me a chance. You owe your mother that much, do you not?” Soon enough the hands keeping you in place loosen their grip, and Bela turns away with a scoff. Honestly, you can hardly believe that your little speech worked. You aren’t given much time to celebrate, however, as the sisters quickly resume their walking. Before long, Daniela is speaking up between giggles.

“I like this one already.”

#alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #resident evil: village #re8 village #gremlin trio is protective #they're like #you're not cool enough for our mom #hey tumb please stop fucking up the order of my tags #this is the second time you've messed up my attempt at being funny

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officialscaramouche · 3 years

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ayo feel like doing a gorou confession fic for me? pretty please with sprinkles on top (you know that fucking tiktok)

Ofc Pizzato anything for u my dear 🥰

Pairing: Gorou x gn!reader

Warnings: slight angst

Word count: 1,969

You heard a couple friendly knocks on your office door, eyes glancing to the clock to see it was a little past noon and you knew exactly who it was. “Come in,” you chime, putting down your pen and stretching upwards with a smile.

“Helloooooo!” You hear as the door swung open, Kazuha flaunting an envelope between his fingers. “Letter time!”

You sweep to your feet and give him grabby hands. “Give it to me!” He chuckles and places the thin paper into your hands. “Tell me who it is already,” you giggle as you rip it open and slide the letter out.

“No,” he sighs, rolling his eyes. “I keep my promises.”

You quirk and eyebrow before you fold open the letter. “Even if I bribe you with dango?”

Kazuha smiles. “Even if you bribe me with dango.”

You grunt and groan but it quickly stops when you unfold the letter, reading the contents.

Good afternoon, cupcake, it starts. You blush at the pet name. I hope your day is going as well as mine. I’ve just won the office lottery! I’m going to ask for more snacks in the break room. That way, everyone benefits too! Specifically though, I want more sakura mochi! The ones you made for us were delicious. Share your recipe? :3

I adore you, your secret admirer.

You squeeze the letter to your chest and squeal, your face warm from blushing and your heart pounding against your chest. “Oh, Kazuha, whoever this person is, I really wish they’d come up and confess!”

Kazuha tuts and wiggles his finger. “But then the mystery wouldn’t be there anymore.”

“Screw mystery!” You squealed, gazing down at the illegible and scratchy handwriting, the mysterious stains and fur all over the page. “I’m ready to hear these words in person.”

Just then there was a knock on your door and a quick turn of the knob, one of the top brass leaning against your door frame. “Good morning, Chatty Cathy’s,” sang a familiar voice and ear twitches.

You wave while Kazuha bows, hiding the letter behind your back. “Good morning, General Gorou.”

The tail behind his back wagged discreetly as the two men share a knowing glance. “Kazuha,” the general clears his throat. “May I speak with you?”

The samurai nods his head and gives you a little wave as he walks out the door. “Bye boys!” You sing, tucking the letter back into the envelope and putting it away.

The next day, as routine, a little past noon you heard three friendly knocks on your door. You excitedly put your pen down, closing your ledger and standing out of your chair and onto your feet. “Kazuha,” you grinned. “Come in!”

He pushed the door open with his back, lugging a big box with some plastic sticking out from the top. “I’m just a mule to you guys aren’t I?” He groaned, lifting the box up and onto your desk. “This is ridiculous.”

You stood on your tippy toes to try and peek inside the box without being obnoxious. “What is it?” You hum, getting more and more restless.

“Your letter, what else?” He kind of snapped, letting out a deep sigh and rolling his eyes. “I wish he’d confess too. That way I don’t have to carry these things.”

You pulled back the top of the box that was just out of your reach. “Here,” pushing your hands away, Kazuha tore the box apart to expose a giant basket full of goodies and flowers. “The letter.”

Kazuha snapped the taped-on letter from the plastic and handed it to you. Wasting no time at all, you rip the envelope open and unfold the letter.

Dearest [Y/N], you’ve pierced my heart like an arrow through a target and I simply cannot get you off my mind. I heard from the grapevine that you wish for my confession. …Maybe I shall do so in the near future? It’s not that I do not want to be yours, but rather that you make me quite nervous. Still, we see each other for terribly brief moments but these moments are the most precious to me. Hopefully I can muster up the courage to finally tell you how I feel. In the meantime, please accept these treats and toys imported from across the globe. My favorite are the dog-shaped biscuits.

Your shy admirer.

Looking up from the letter you find Kazuha stuffing his face with some chocolatey cookies from within a tin box labeled ‘Fontaine.’ “Are those good?” You ask, reaching in and stealing one.

“Mhm,” Kazuha hums, taking a bite out of the one in his hand. “I’ve never had Fontaine chocolate. I guess the rumors about being the best were true.”

You melt under the sweet taste and crunchy texture, thinking that if your crush’s letters had a taste, it would be like this. “This is so nice,” you sigh, eyes sparkling as they gaze upon the basket. “Do you think he’s going to confess to me?”

Kazuha stares out the windows of your office that peer into the rest of the building, watching a certain general spill water on himself and the resistance leader. He takes another bite of a cookie. “Maybe.”

You squeal in delight and spin around in joy. “My heart’s beating so fast! I hope he does it soon or I’ll explode!”

Kazuha chuckles and playfully shoves you aside. “If you explode, I’m eating all of your snacks.”

“No! They’re mine!”

Weeks— almost a month— go by with no further letters. Kazuha stopped coming by, whether at noon or otherwise. The only knocks you got were visits from Kokomi about the budget or from other soldiers carrying reports and receipts from spending. Your heart ached at the sudden lack of contact, wondering if you had done or said something wrong.

Maybe your eagerness was intimidating and this mystery man just wanted someone to flirt with without commitment. Maybe he got bored of you. Maybe he didn’t want to talk to you anymore.

Regardless, you wanted to try and spark it back up in case you’ve stepped on some toes without realizing. That night when you got home, you tossed the ingredients for sakura mochi into a bowl and got to mixing.

The office ate everything you brought before lunchtime rolled around. With such great success, you had confidence that he’d reach out to you tomorrow, if not today.

But alas you were left in silence once more, leaving your heart to crumble and ache. You were quick to recover, considering you never met the guy— let alone knew his name. But you had no time to be worrying anyway, because in a couple of days one of the squads were returning from the front lines and you needed to factor in medical costs. Apparently they took a hard hit when Sara Kujou showed up with her samurai. Kokomi was depending on you, and you didn’t want to let her down.

You spend these few days really crunching the numbers, making sure that every wounded soldier would get the basic medical necessities with some left over for any miscalculations. With every i dotted and every t crossed, you stuffed your report into a fancy envelope and handed it to Kokomi. “Thank you [Y/N] for your hard work under such a sudden timetable.” She thanked, tucking the envelope under her arm. “The team should be arriving tomorrow, so I will be submitting this for review immediately.”

You bow respectfully and offer your thanks for praise. “It’s no problem at all, Her Excellency. I was given ample time to prepare the balance sheet.” You begin to turn when you’re stopped once again by her.

“Before you go,” she smiles softly. “Would you mind helping out at the infirmary? We’re short handed right now with the sudden intake of Delusions.”

“Of course, Her Excellency. I will be there whenever you need me.”

You weren’t specialized in medics but you had helped around often enough to know the basics. And anyone could become a master at immediate medical attention after doing it so many times.

The flood of gurneys was a little disheartening to see, but you were still thankful for all that they do for the greater of the country. It must be scary being at the front lines, but everyone knew what they were signing up for.

You catch sight of Genera Gorou and Lord Kazuha chatting with Lady Kokomi before you were assigned to a batch of wounded soldiers, feeling a little bad for harboring ill feelings toward the young lord for disappearing. ‘You could’ve at least told me that you were leaving,’ you thought as you rinsed the injured area.

“I can take over from here,” the head medic stepped in, slipping on a new pair of gloves before getting a closer look at the soldier before you. With most of everyone patched up and recovering, the medic team was able to take control of the infirmary once again.

You wash your hands and check the clock. A little past noon. It’s funny how at this time you would’ve waited with bated breath for a couple of knocks. But not anymore.

You step out of the infirmary and find Kazuha and General Gorou sitting outside on the benches there. “Oh, hi boys,” you say surprised.

Kazuha grabs and shakes your hand. “Thank you for helping out our soldiers,” he says seriously.

“Oh, it’s not that big of a deal,” you mutter. “I do this all the time.”

A calloused hand pushes Kazuha’s away and shakes your hand firmer, harder. “No, [Y/N],” Gorou says with a sort of oomph behind his words. “These are my men…my family. They would be suffering if not for your help.”

You look to the side uncomfortably, a little put-off by the tension in the air. “And that’s why—!” Gorou continues, suddenly eight decibels louder. You hold eye contact with the general, his face darkening into a deep red flush, his eyes glassy and ears twitching. He squeezed your hand harder and shut his eyes. “M-My C-C-Cupcake!!! P-Please let m-me take you on a date!!!!”

Kazuha winced at the loudness of his friend, covering one of his ears but still smiling nonetheless. The people walking by stared and mumbled, but it didn’t matter as you felt your heart pound against your chest. You felt your eyes well with tears as now your face flushed red, the general cautiously opening his eyes to see your trembling lips and pathetic pout. “A-Ah! [Y/N], don’t cry!!”

You tug on his hand hard, pulling the man into your arms and squeezing him tight. You sobbed into his chest, hearing and feeling how frantic his heart was beating as well. “You idiot!” You shout into his battle-worn chest. “Don’t disappear without telling me…”

Gorou caressed the back of your head and chewed on his lip, his tail drooping with guilt but twitching with excitement for being in your arms. “Did I…scare you?” He whispered tentatively, choosing his words carefully.

You pull away and wipe your eyes, Gorou watching you closely and holding tightly onto your waist. “I thought you got tired of me…because I stopped hearing from you.” Gorou frowned and cupped your face, thumbing your cheeks gently. “I even made sakura mochi and I didn’t—”

“You made sakura mochi??!??!!! Is there any left?!?” Gorou’s jaw dropped. He let you go to turn and run to the break room, halting before running back to embrace you once more. “Heh, uh…” he chuckled nervously. “I’d actually…rather hold you like this…”

You couldn’t fight the smile that spread across your cheeks, flushing your body against his chest. “That’s okay,” you giggle. “There aren’t any left.”

You had no idea that his ears could flatten sadly like that.

#writing #Gorou #Gorou x reader #angst #fluff #oneshot #a stupid capricorn

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theladyismyshepard · 3 years

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Can I ask for a scenario where the daughters are given a maid(en) who was naughty and their punishment is to be the daughters’ toy for the day? What would each girl do? Or if it’s easier what would they do all together?

I really don’t know what this became...

How The Daughters Punish Their Toys

Bela (NSFW)

One day during dinner, you went to serve Bela her plate, holding your breath past the stench as you lowered to place the “food” before her

She was sitting with her back straight and as you came closer, she breathed in deeply, enjoying the aroma from the plate

Her chest heaved and you couldn’t help but to be absorbed completely at the sight, and you couldn’t look away until you realized you had knocked over her cup, sending its contents everywhere

You knew you were off to the dungeons when Bela stood wordlessly, beckoning you to follow

So why was she smirking as she led you to — wait her bedroom?

The worst part of being locked in the castle was the mind games that every Dimitrescu seemed interested in playing, but you couldn’t focus on the absurdity before you were pulled inside and your back slammed back against the door

“You think I didn’t see you?”

You ducked your head, blushing furiously at being caught staring, but instead of reprimanding you, the sudden silence was only broken by shuffling, and when you glanced up, you couldn’t look away

“Is this what had you making such a filthy mess?”

Her wicked smirk coupled with her now exposed breasts had your breath caught in your throat, so all you could do was nod vehemently as she perched herself on the edge of the bed.

“Inattentive, were you... Well, I’m going to leave you distracted all day. Kneel before me.”

And really, who were you to say no? You didn’t hesitate to drop to your knees before her spread legs, gazing into her eyes in a futile attempt to read what she had planned

“Well?” she had asked impatiently, brow arched. “I’m not going to get myself off.”

You could’ve found own your way down, thank you very much, but you supposed it wasn’t your place to argue when she grabbed you by the back of your neck and pulled you straight between her thighs

The warmth was all too inviting as you placed open mouthed kisses on where she needed you most, and the only reaction you received was the flexing of her thighs beneath your fingers

The way her bare chest heaved with each breath had warmth flooding your gut as well as sending a pulse to your own core that had you rubbing your own thighs together to alleviate some pressure

“If you come, too, I’ll kill you,” moaned Bela, her eyes closed as she enjoyed herself, her fingers now tangled in your hair

Suddenly you didn’t feel very aroused as you worked her just right with your tongue alone until she was coming with a moan down your chin, and you licked your lips as you leaned back until you were sitting

“I hope you know that you are far from done.” said Bela, her eyes completely predatory. “I have all night, and if you come once, I will kill you before you can finish.”

It would be a helluva way to go

Cassandra

You were caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, that’s all it was — a fellow maid had snapped and decided that it was better to die trying to flee rather than be forced to live a worthless life

She didn’t even give you time to register what was happening before the maid was bolting out of the main door, spilling light all over the floor in her wake... and that was how Cassandra had come across you, stammering and heart racing as you rushed to explain

Cassandra’s eyes were narrowed as she repeatedly glanced between you and the open door, and there was something alight in them that you couldn’t read, but she was quickly snatching you by the arm and dragging you down, down, down into the cellar

It only amplified your fright when the mangled carcasses scattered around served as a threat, to let you know exactly what was in store for you, but she didn’t allow you too much time to dwell and stare at the corpses as she pulled you deeper

Until you came to an abrupt stop before a dangling pair of stained shackles in the middle of a cage, and your feet paused out of pure self-preservation, preventing you from going any closer — not that that stopped Cassandra from yanking you inside, tearing your uniform from your body, and binding your wrists until only the tips of your toes grazed the floor

“You were just going to run away from me?” drawled Cassandra, her voice a mere whisper

“No! Never!” You exclaimed, begging for her to believe you, and you couldn’t discern the way she cocked her head to the side thoughtful... Cassandra liked to manipulate where she could

“I believe you,” nodded Cassandra, her eyes never leaving your body as she withdrew her sickle. “But I need to get a message across.”

Somehow you knew it wasn’t the proper time to speak, and it was a good thing you didn’t even waste your breath attempting because she was quick to punctuate her sentence with carving the tip along your collarbone, prompting a yelp from you

It was a shallow cut, just enough to slightly trickle, but Cassandra’s reaction to it had all of your nerves frayed — she leaned forward until her nose was pressed directly to your skin as she inhaled deeply, unabashed at the scarlet smear when she pulled back

“Today you are mine and mine alone, and that is the only thing keeping you alive... for the moment.”

Your body jerked out of natural reaction when you felt another, harsher sting between your ribs, just below your breast, and the sharp sting was eased by a flat tongue

“You taste divine and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough, even if I drained you dry...”

You felt your breath hitch in your chest at the sight of Cassandra bringing the tip of the sickle to her mouth so she could flick her tongue out to lick it clean, and she must have heard because her eyes snapped to yours once more

“How selfish of me... would you like a taste?”

You grit your teeth as her thumb swiped across the deeper cut hard, nearly digging into the wound, before bringing it up and forcing her finger into your mouth, dragging the pad of her thumb along your tastebuds

“Do you see how irresistible you are?” cooed Cassandra, bringing her hands upward until she was cupping your cheeks. “I could stay and slowly eat you all day... and in fact, I think I will.”

Daniela

You must say that Daniela was probably your favorite amongst the Dimitrescus, just because she was the most affectionate with you

Whether it be with a mere pat on the top of your head after you had served her, or with the wide, toothy smiles she would send your way when you crossed paths in the hallways — it almost made you feel special to have her attention so

Though sometimes her attention is a nuisance, like when her sharp eyes caught yours lingering on the Lady of all people, and you knew something was amiss in the smoldering blaze now in her gaze as Daniela frowned

It was smoothed away into a tight-lipped smile that was nowhere near reaching her eyes and she gracefully turned on her heel without so much as a word to you, and you felt as though you brought the hammer down on the final nail on your coffin

You slept with one eye open that night

And when it was time to attend to your duties of serving “tea” the next afternoon, it sent a chill down your spine when every one of the Dimitrescus had their eyes set on you — Daniela and the Lady were the only ones wearing a knowing smirk, and of what, you didn’t know

“My darling daughter had something very interesting to say about your wandering eyes.” said Lady Dimitrescu, and you were instantly sweating, and that had everyone chuckling

“I don’t even understand why you cared so much, Dani.” drawled Cassandra, rolling her eyes, and ignoring the wild glare Daniela bored into her with, but then the redhead quickly snapped her gaze to you and then her smirk reappeared

“You can be quite the dog, can’t you?” Daniela asked rhetorically, and something about the sentence prompting a full round of smirking from the family this time.

“Is that so, darling?” asked the Lady, feigning thoughtfulness, thoroughly playing her part. “Would you like to keep her as a pet?”

Daniela’s eyes were wild as she nodded her head vigorously, and your eyes zeroed in on Lady Dimitrescu as she began to shift to reach for somethi- A fucking collar?!

“That’s wonderful, mother!” exclaimed Daniela, clapping happily before reaching behind herself for something in her own seat. “It will go perfect with my leash.”

Before you could even widen your eyes, Daniela had already devolved into a swarm that was on you, and you could only slam your eyes shut in a flinch and then fingers were grazing the skin of your neck as she adjusted around your throat — your cheeks really flared when she connected the leash to it and tugged hard, causing you to double over

“You heard my mother, pet, you are mine.” spat Daniela, her eye twitching as she recounted your eyes on her mother. “And if I have to show you how much of a dog you can be, this will only be the first step.”

The grip and pull of the leash tightened until you took the hint to get down on your knees, and you knew that was what she was fishing for when she cackled loudly, throwing her head back before her glittery eyes turned back down to you

“Who’s a good girl?”

I... am?

#bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #lady dimitrescu's daughters #lady alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu’s daughters x reader

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fific7 · 3 years

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Unexpected - Part 3

King Caspian x Reader

Summary: What happens if you push the respectful and well-behaved King Caspian a little too far? You’re about to find out.

A/N: The final chapter. This does not follow canon, it’s mainly a mix of fluff and angst with some lemon zest 🍋 Friends to Lovers AU.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including debatable consent at first, loss of virginity and oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My video edit)

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Ever since his hasty departure from your study, Caspian had not exactly avoided you but had taken to just popping his head round the door and wishing you a cheerful good day before disappearing again. You had smiled to yourself. It certainly did seem that you had some kind of an effect on the King. You weren’t absolutely sure what that was, but it appeared to be a positive one.

You were excitedly planning an outfit for that evening as a banquet was being held to celebrate Cornelius’ birthday. No-one had mentioned how old he actually was and you weren’t sure if that was because they didn’t know or if they were just being tactful. You’d bought him three new quills as his gift, which he’d accepted gratefully as he was always snapping the tips off his.

Later that afternoon, there was a brief knock and Caspian’s smiling face appeared round your door. “You are coming to the birthday banquet tonight, aren’t you, my lady?” You nodded, “I am, Caspian.” “Well… I’ll see you there,” he grinned, and then he was gone.

Smiling, you went back to mentally reviewing the dresses in your wardrobe. Tonight you’d make sure you looked your very best for Caspian.

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Meanwhile Caspian walked off down the corridor, deep in thought. He was sure that she’d noticed that he was keeping a physical distance between them the past few days, but it was the only way he could think of to avoid making a complete fool of himself. Again. Like he had the last time. His face burned every time he thought about it. She’d known why he’d rushed off, he was sure of it.

He would have to dance with her tonight. It would look strange if he didn’t, and he felt his stomach tie itself into a knot. How on earth was he going to keep himself under control? He would just have to figure out a way… somehow.

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Eventually, after several changes, you’d chosen a deep ruby red velvet dress with a sweetheart neckline, your hair was artfully pinned up and you had added a sparkling necklace and earrings.

The music played, the tables were laden with food and drink and Cornelius was thoroughly enjoying himself as the centre of attention. The courtiers whirled around the room in spirited waltzes and you watched as Caspian danced with girl after girl after girl. Everyone apart from you, in fact. You had a sick sinking feeling in your stomach - it looked like you’d got it all wrong, he obviously didn’t have any feelings for you at all. You blinked fiercely as you felt your eyes fill up. Well, your mother always said pride comes before a fall, and you supposed that you’d been prideful in thinking that he felt something special for you.

Taking a large drink of your wine, you considered leaving the banquet. What use was there in staying? Just to watch Caspian dancing with all the other women, while you - a sorrowful heap of jealousy - sat in the corner by yourself? No, that was not going to be you, you thought.

Standing, you smoothed your dress and started to move out from behind the table, only for Cornelius to lightly grip your wrist. “You’re surely not going already?” he questioned you. You nodded, “Yes, my lord. I.. I have a headache and should retire to my chamber, I think.” He did not let go of you, “Oh, my lady, can’t I persuade you to stay just a little longer? It is my birthday after all!” he smiled mischievously at you. Oh, he had to make you feel guilty, didn’t he? You sighed, “Very well, my lord, just for a very short time though.” He refilled your wine cup, “Have some more wine,” he encouraged you, “I’ve heard it’s very efficacious in treating headaches!”

Laughing, you sat down and took the goblet from him. “Indeed? I confess I haven’t heard that said of wine, my lord.” Nodding vigorously, he replied, “Oh, yes - I am sure I read that recently somewhere - in a medical book or suchlike.” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a figure approaching you, one of the Kingsguard. Before you turned to look fully at him, you saw a look of annoyance flit over Cornelius’ face, before his usual small smile returned.

“May I have the pleasure of the next dance, my lady?” asked the handsome soldier, whose name you didn’t know. You nodded and stood, taking his outstretched hand and allowing him to lead you onto the dance floor. The orchestra finished playing the previous waltz, and prepared to play the next one.

Caspian’s dark eyes met yours as he straightened up from bowing to his partner. Something flashed in them and you looked away, up at your own partner. Wasn’t he happy to see you dancing with someone? Well, that was a shame, you thought - he can just have a taste of his own medicine! The music began and you and the soldier began to dance, thankfully neither of you treading on each other’s toes. You saw that Caspian was dancing with yet another lady. Hmmm, not so bothered then, you thought somewhat bitterly.

Throughout the dance, however, any time you looked towards Caspian his eyes were on you. Continuing to look away, you’d wait a few moments and look again. Yes - still looking. Now you were confused, if he didn’t care, why was he staring? Maybe it was just a ‘big brother’ kind of thing. The dance came to an end and you and your partner bowed to each other, and as you stood straight again you realised with a start that Caspian was standing slightly to the right of your soldier, gazing at you.

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Caspian’s heart had jolted in his chest when he saw her take the floor with one of his Kingsguard. Jealousy raged through his veins. She was only supposed to dance with him! He continued staring over at them as the dance progressed, barely looking at his own new partner, and as soon as the dance finished he quickly bowed, mumbled a thank you and hurried over to her and the soldier.

The soldier bowed his head to his King and took himself off at speed. Caspian was still looking at her, and eventually she cleared her throat and said, “Good evening, your Majesty,” bowed her head slightly and also started to leave the dance floor. “No!” he exclaimed, and her eyes met his again, a confused look in them. “I mean… don’t go, I was about to ask you to dance.” She gave him a small smile, “And are you asking me, your Majesty?” Now it was his turn to look confused, “Why, yes… I am,” he replied and extended his hand towards her.

Taking it, she followed him to a more central area of the dance floor and as they reached it he swung around, pulling her close against him and drinking in her scent. He heard her give a small gasp and realised what he’d done - the waltz the orchestra was playing required a side by side promenade at arms’ length for a few steps before traditional waltzing then took over. Hastily, he released her and they performed their promenade steps, before he was able to take her into his arms once more.

“You look absolutely beautiful,” he breathed next to her ear, “I was overwhelmed when I saw you arrive.” She laughed, not meeting his eyes, “Really, your Majesty? I didn’t think you were even aware I was here.” “What?” he said, totally confused, “Of course I knew you were here!” She still wouldn’t meet his eyes as they moved around the dance floor. “Well, it’s just that you were so busy with all your dance partners I didn’t think that you were, your Majesty.”

Caspian felt like a thunderbolt had hit him. Of course! What a damn fool he was. He’d been so busy trying to distract himself from mooning over her, that it hadn’t dawned on him what it might look like to her - that he was totally ignoring her. He’d noticed that she’d gone back to calling him ‘your Majesty’. He desperately thought of how he could explain this without giving himself away. “Oh… no, no… I’m, I’m always aware of… of where you are,” he said then winced as he realised how lame that sounded. “I thought I would save the last dance for you,” he added, hoping this would redeem him somewhat.

She finally looked at him, a slightly reproachful look in her eyes but she didn’t speak. “I’m so sorry if it looked like I was ignoring you,” he said in a rush, “I just didn’t want to seem too eager.” She laughed but he could tell there wasn’t a lot of humour in it, “Don’t worry, your Majesty, that definitely wasn’t the impression you gave.”

Caspian was panicking. How could he be so stupid? Now she was upset with him, and he only wanted her more than ever - she looked stunning in her ruby red gown. He held her even closer to him and decided to stop talking, maybe he could just show her how he felt by holding her close. He saw her eyes widen and realised that had been a mistake too. There was no doubt that she’d felt his rampant erection, even through the heavy fabric of her dress.

He made a sudden decision and danced her rapidly across the floor back to the table, hastily sitting down and tugging her into the seat next to him. He pulled his tunic down as far as he could over the bulge in his lap and leant forward slightly, embarrassed and running his hands over his face. “Are you alright, my King?” she questioned him. He looked sidelong at her, “I think you know exactly what’s wrong with me.” Then in an even quieter voice, “The same as in the orchard that time.”

He saw a blush start to rise over her face. So she did remember it.

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Oh! you thought, your mind racing back to that encounter in the gathering dusk. You had thought about it frequently over the years with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. You knew you’d been quite forward in your curiosity, and often wondered if Caspian ever thought about it too. And now it seemed that he had. With a frisson of jealousy, you’d also wondered what other sexual experiences he’d had since.

“I… we said we’d never talk about that, Caspian.” While dancing and when he’d pulled you closer to him, you’d felt that hard length of his against your stomach and knew exactly what it meant. But now here he was, bringing up the subject himself.

“We said we’d never speak of it to other people,” he corrected you, gazing into your eyes, “but maybe we need to discuss it further between ourselves. Come, let us leave the banquet for a while so we can speak in private.” He stood up and held out his hand so you also stood, taking it and following him as he led you out of the banqueting hall, aware of the many envious glances from the other women as you left with the King.

They could think what they liked, you thought. They will know you were childhood friends, although you’d made a point of never telling that to any of them. Castle gossip will have ensured that they all knew about it in any case.

Caspian led you upstairs to one of the empty salons and outside onto the large balconied terrace which was attached to it. He knew his castle well, you thought. Due to its position in one of the towers it wasn’t overlooked by any other window or balcony, and the size of the large terrace prevented anyone from seeing anything if they looked up from the grounds.

He came to a halt and turned towards you, his eyes blazing with something - you weren’t sure what - as he looked into yours, “I…I want,” he faltered, “I need…!”

You opened your mouth to ask him what he wanted and needed but before you could speak, he pushed you up against the terrace wall, you felt his mouth on yours and he was kissing you passionately. You realised he was also raising your dress and felt the fabric creep past your knee and then halfway up your leg.

Looking down you saw that Caspian had unlaced his breeches, just as you felt his fingers brush past your undergarments. Because unlike last time, it was he who had hold of his manhood and before you fully realised what he was doing, he’d slid his erection inside you and continued to push until he was fully sheathed. You were gasping and his dark brown eyes looked more like deepest black as he stared into yours, before he lowered his head onto your shoulder, groaning and whispering your name.

“Caspian!” you eventually managed to breathe, “what are you doing?!”

“What you wanted me to do that night in the orchard,” he said through gritted teeth, his voice rough.

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Caspian gripped her hips through the dress fabric and began to thrust up into her. She’d wanted him to do this to her those few years ago, right? She’d told him he was a coward because he’d pulled out. So now he was only taking what he could’ve had under the pear trees that evening, wasn’t he?

He heard her voice, through her gasps, “We were children, Caspian, who didn’t know any better. Now we do. What if you get me pregnant?” Caspian stopped thrusting, she needed to hear the truth.

“I don’t care! I’ve wanted you every second of every day since!” his voice broke, “Don’t you realise I’ve always been in love with you?!” He leaned his head back slightly and looked into her eyes, “Tell me you don’t want me to do this and I’ll stop.” She hesitated and he immediately began thrusting again, kissing her and pulling her closer to him. Eventually he felt her fists pummelling his chest, “Caspian! Please! I can’t get pregnant.”

He stopped with a heavy sigh, resting his forehead on hers for a moment before straightening up and pulling out of her. Taking his dick in his hand he turned away from her, frantically rubbing and squeezing his length before finishing quickly, bending over slightly and catching his seed in the palm of his other hand.

Turning back towards her, he found he was looking at empty space. She was gone.

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You ran as fast as your fancy dancing shoes would let you to your chamber. Throwing yourself headlong onto your bed and beginning to sob, you wondered how on earth you’d got yourself into this stupid situation. Because you teased him! your brain yelled back at you, it’s all your fault and you know it! Caspian is such a polite, shy, well-behaved boy and look what you made him do!

Eventually your tears stopped flowing and you wearily got up from the bed, struggling a little to unlace your dress at the back but eventually managing it. You’d had to learn how to do that as you didn’t have a lady’s maid, unlike at home. Having washed your face, taken down your hair and changed into your nightdress, you had just lain back down in bed and pulled the quilt over your head when you heard a single knock at your door.

You knew it was Caspian, that one knock had been a special signal between the two of you since you were children. Knowing in your heart that you shouldn’t answer it, you nevertheless got up and opened the door.

It looked as if Caspian had also been crying, his dark eyes were as wide as saucers. “I need to explain.”

You nodded and stood back, allowing him to come into your chamber.

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He locked the door behind him, he didn’t want any interruptions during the discussion he was about to have. She’d walked back to her bed and sat on the edge of it, looking down into her lap. He followed her over there, also perching on the bed next to her.

He drew in a deep breath then said in a low voice, “I’m truly sorry for what I did earlier.” He looked down, “You looked so beautiful but you danced with him, you were in his arms and I was so very jealous! I wanted you so much. But what I did was unforgivable.” He heard her exhale then she said, “I have to say, it’s not how I imagined losing my virginity, Caspian.” His head flew up, “But that… we… didn’t that happen when we…?” She shook her head, blushing, “No, not properly. You didn’t get far enough inside that time,” and looked up at him, “but you did this time.”

Now he felt himself blushing. “Oh! I always thought I lost my virginity to you that evening,” he said, “And you? That means you haven’t been with anyone else?” He held his breath and then she shook her head, her eyes downcast again. He felt an immense sense of relief, blowing out a big breath of air. There was a short silence and then he heard, “Caspian?” He looked over at her, “Yes?” “How many women have you been with since then?”

He leapt up off the bed, drawing himself up to his full height, “None!” he shouted, then as he saw her jump, lowered his voice, “I have been with no woman except you.” Suddenly he knelt in front of her, and he met her intent gaze, “I’ve never wanted anyone else apart from you.” He noticed her eyes welling up, and a few tears slid down her cheeks. He reached up and gently wiped them away, “Why are you crying, my darling?” he asked, “Doesn’t that please you?” She managed a feeble smile, “I’m crying because I am pleased to hear that, yes.”

Caspian’s brain hurt a little as he heard this; he wondered if he’d ever understand women. He decided the wisest course of action would be to remain silent and just smiled back at her, nodding as if he fully understood. She sniffled a little and then said more boldly, “Caspian, when you were… you know… earlier, you said you’d always been in love with me.”

His mind rapidly rewound to when he’d been trying to make love to her, had he said that?! He really didn’t recall - his mind had been on other things! - but as it was the truth in any case, he nodded. He took hold of her hand, “Yes, it’s the truth. I’ve loved you since I met you.” “But we were just children.” “It doesn’t matter. You’re my soulmate, I’ve always known that. It was truly awful when I had to flee the castle as I knew I wouldn’t see you - maybe ever again - but I had no choice, and I just had to try and put you out of my mind until Narnia was safe.”

He got up and sat next to her on the bed again. “It was really difficult. Just recently, everything was starting to return to normal and I was about to try and find you, when you arrived here as Cornelius’ assistant. It seemed fated that we should be together. But you kept on saying how I was your dear friend and.. and my heart broke. I was sure that’s all you felt for me - friendship.”

She shook her head, “No, Caspian. I don’t think I realised it until I came to the castle and saw you again, but I think I’ve always loved you too.”

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Caspian’s face had the hugest grin on it as you finished speaking. “Really? You love me?” You nodded, “Yes, I do.” Suddenly he was back down on one knee, “Then please - make me the happiest man in Narnia and marry me!” You must have looked like an idiot with your mouth forming a large O, but eventually you managed to say “Yes!” Then he had jumped up, pulling you off the bed and wrapping his arms around you, whirling you round while you squealed and he kissed you.

After the two of you had calmed down somewhat, he left to go back to his own chambers as even although you were now betrothed, it wouldn’t be seemly for him to spend the night with you, even if you just slept in the same bed. He promised that he would have a ring for you by the next day and while you’d assured him there was no rush, he’d insisted that he wanted a betrothal ring on your finger as soon as possible.

You lay awake most of the night, too excited to sleep. It seemed incredible but all of your most precious dreams had come true.

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The next morning, Cornelius had appeared in front of your desk as usual and throwing aside his usual decorous manner, had hugged you. “I am so pleased to hear your news!” he declared. “I’ve never seen Caspian so happy. He was bouncing around like an over-excited rabbit this morning,” he chuckled, taking your hand and squeezing it while you laughed at his description of Caspian’s reaction. “I know the two of you will be so happy together,” he continued, “Now! We must start planning the wedding!”

When Caspian came to your study later that afternoon, he led you out from behind your desk, went down on one knee and proposed to you once again. This time, he produced a small jewellery box from his tunic pocket and opened it, showing you a ring with a large pear-shaped diamond as the centrepiece. It was beautiful and as Caspian slipped it onto your finger, he whispered, “To always remind you of the pear trees in the orchard,” with a small mischievous grin at you.

“How did you get the ring so quickly?” you asked him, as you were amazed that he’d managed to find such a beautiful, perfect ring in the space of one morning. He’d winked at you, “I have my contacts, that’s all I’m going to say.” You never did find out for sure, but there was one diamond merchant in the town nearest to Cair Paravel who had similar gems and you thought it might be from there.

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One thing you did know for sure, the other ladies of the court’s eyes were out on stalks as they glimpsed your new ring when you joined them for dinner that evening. Every single one of them was praying you were going to tell them to whom you were now betrothed and eventually - when you had still said nothing and dinner was nearly over - one of them could keep quiet no longer.

“My lady… umm, I cannot help but notice your beautiful ring!” You dipped your head, “Why thank you, my lady,” you replied. She smirked at you, “But you are not willing to share the name of your betrothed with us?” You shook your head, a faux-regretful look on your face, “I cannot as yet, my lady. My betrothed has to be the one to announce it,” you went on, with a small shrug. Of course, this just meant that their curiosity ate them up even more.

But Caspian had advised you that he had to firstly tell the Grand Council, then your parents, the courtiers and the people of Narnia in that order - that was the accepted, traditional procedure and that was that. So you had to keep quiet, although in truth you were literally bursting to tell everyone!

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When the news was finally announced, everyone showered congratulations onto you and Caspian. Although you did get the feeling that the other ladies of the court gave their best wishes through gritted teeth and with fake smiles. You knew that they were secretly devastated as you’d won the prize they had been trying to win, and you felt slightly sorry for them as you knew you’d have felt the same if Caspian had asked one of them to marry him.

In the meantime, Cornelius - much to your surprise - had indeed become almost your sole wedding planner, and very good at it he was too! He’d already arranged just about everything. In fact the only thing you had left to worry about choosing was your dress.

Caspian was getting nervous about the actual ceremony; he was worried he was going to forget his vows when he tried to say them to you. You had just told him, “Make them up! As long as you mean them, it doesn’t matter what you actually say.” He’d laughed, pulling you into his arms and kissing you hungrily, but then the two of you had to spring apart as two female courtiers appeared round the corner without warning. You’d all nodded to each other; they pretended they hadn’t seen you and Caspian kissing, and you two pretended you hadn’t been caught.

Until you were married this was frowned on in public, in what you considered to be one of various out-dated court traditions. You’d be shaking up some things once you were Queen, you smiled to yourself.

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Caspian was super-excited on his wedding day. He was nervous, yes - but it was a good nervous. Apart from the fact that in a few moments he’d be joined together for all eternity to the woman of his dreams, tonight, their wedding night, they would finally - finally - be able to make love properly. He couldn’t wait.

Their first two attempts hadn’t exactly been stellar successes - and of course, they shouldn’t even have been trying the first time around! - but he just knew that it would be third time lucky. No guilty childish fumblings, no adult angry/jealous sex… it would be just the two of them, lying in amongst the crisp cotton sheets and deep quilts of their marital bed. No prying eyes, no interruptions, no rush - it would be just heavenly. He already felt a little thrill of arousal.

He heard the musicians begin to play the joyful wedding music and he turned to see his beautiful bride - in a gorgeous white dress and holding a bouquet of delicate white flowers - bathed in sunlight and standing in the entranceway. Would he ever feel as happy as this again, he wondered? He didn’t think he would.

She paused for a few seconds and then began to walk gracefully across the Great Hall towards him. Approaching him, through her veil she met his gaze and gave him a dazzling smile.

His smile in return was even brighter and totally blissful.

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@paracosmenthusiast @jessevans

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Spotlight ↬ t.h

A/N: This whore made me write this okay? shh you didn’t see me write this 🤡 Lord save me what have I written 😪😪💀

WC: 1.4k+

Warnings: smut. minors dni

Pairing: tom holland x photographer!reader (basically the plot lmao)

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“Is it just me, or are these pants super tight?” Tom grunted, pulling the tight dress pants in question to fit over his thighs. Wiggling his toes, he tried not to groan at the numbness in his limbs the uncomfortable pants brought, hoping the photoshoot wouldn’t take long.

He really wasn’t in the mood for a photoshoot this late at night, especially after a long day of continuous online press. The things he did for his fans. He just hoped that the new photographer wouldn’t be a rookie, he would feel terrible if he snapped at them for doing their job. Not that he would ever, his anger management was going well.

“I don’t know man, ask your stylist.” One of the dressers said. Tom didn’t know what his name was, there were too many people to keep track of names. And then there was the makeup artist, who decided that he needed makeup that very moment, brushing his nose with powder with a fluffy brush. Trying hard not to rip his pants, he sneezed three times in succession.

“Bless you.” The makeup lady chuckled, dusting more on his cheekbones before going to the rest of his face. Trying to deflect her, he moved around a little, earning a chuckle from the others.

“I think I’m already pretty without makeup, thank you very much.” Tom joked, rolling his sore neck, curling his toes once again as they cracked satisfactorily, sighing in relief that the darn fitting was finally done.

“You are pretty but the camera needs a little highlight to show your cheekbones off.” she retorted.

Scoffing, he looked around, eyes landing on the multiple flashlights in front of the green screen, and another person. Furrowing his brows, he shrugged, maybe that was the new photographer.

“Who’s that woman?” He asked anyway, sneaking a glance at You. He could only see your back, but he could see your hair tied up in a bun, baggy olive pants and a plaid shirt loosely hanging off your waist. He felt jealous looking at your comfortable clothing, pushing down the feeling with a huff. You were a stranger, and he would be home soon anyway.

“That’s the new photographer, she’s an intern but quite good at what she does. We saw her portfolio and immediately hired her.”

“That’s great.” He muttered absentmindedly tracing his eyes over your form. He found himself unable to stop the blush creeping up his cheeks when you turned around, a smile on your lips when you saw him eyeing you. It wasn’t often that somebody caught his eye.

“She’s off-limits.” The older woman muttered, smirking when he huffed.

“It wasn’t like I was going to do anything.” he said defensively, yet unable to take his eyes off you.

“Of course you weren’t.”

No he wasn’t. At first he wasn’t, but his stupid tight fucking pants were making him uncomfortable, twisting the rings in his fingers to stop the anxiety blooming in his chest. His eyes followed you again as he sat at the ground, watching you as you adjust the settings of your camera.

"Y/n, right?" Tom asked, as you nodded bashfully.

“Ready?” You smiled. Giving you a thumbs up, he posed in multiple positions, his eyes following your hands as they held the lens of the camera. You tried not to pay much attention to the man in front of you.

You had come here strictly to click photographs, not hook up with a celebrity who was decidedly the most attractive person in this room. You felt your breath hitch as he spread his legs, casually sprawling his hands between his thighs, right on top of his crotch. The rings on his fingers and the highlights of his makeup visibly shone against the bright lights. Clearing your throat, you lowered the camera from your face.

“Can you- can you turn a little bit? To your right?” You stuttered, indicating the new position, bunching up the hem of his grey dress pants as he shifted.

“This is better?” He asked, looking up with a smirk. He definitely knew what he was doing, and judging by his smug expression, which you decided to capture before it vanished, he knew how it was affecting you too.

The overall shoot was exhausting, with the constant wardrobe change and time limit. But the entire time, you couldn't help but be intrigued by the British actor in front of you.

His wardrobe definitely defined his muscles, the lights working wonders as they created shadows in just the right places.

“Can I see the photos?” He asked, coming to stand behind you once the rest of the crew disappeared to pack everything up. Your breath hitched again, the closer he came, the faster your heart beat.

“Th-they need to be edited.” You stuttered, switchin on your camera anyway. Without turning, you held the instrument in your hand, lifting your elbows as he came closer, his mouth nearly on your neck. You were both thankful for the empty dressing room.

“I bet they look good, they came from a sweet thing like you.” He whispered, bringing his hands closer to your waist, teasing you as his fingers traced non existent circles on the small of your skin visible from the hitched t-shirt. The air around you grew thicker, it was getting harder to breath with every passing minute as he ran his cold fingers burning your skin, the cool of his rings a foreign touch.

You’ve had a one night stand or two before, but they were usually men from random dive bars. Not a celebrity, who had taken interest in you surprisingly fast. Your gut twisted at the thought of doing him, the heat of the spotlight suddenly burning your skin. Was this going to be a one night thing too? You didn’t know. You didn’t care. You weren’t going to admit it, but you were a fan of Tom Holland. You had seen his interviews of him for Cherry, but somehow, the Tom Holland standing behind you was a complete 360 of the Tom you saw in the interviews.

“They look good because they have you.” You said, squirming at the funny feeling of his lips on your neck, sucking on the nape. Fuck professionalism, no one was there to catch you, the lights of the studio having been switched off because of it nearing it’s closing time. You had a trailer of your own, but you were too lost in his lips to care.

Twisting around, you jumped up as he caught you with ease, crashing your lips with his with a hunger that surprised you, arms grasping his shoulders as you dug your nails into his clothed shoulder.

Panting as you parted, you took off your clothes, the cold air hitting you as your body got used to the sudden temperature change. He watched in awe as they fell one by one, first your pants, then your shirt, leaving you in your sports bra and panties. His hard on was very visible from his pants, as he reached to unveil himself alongside you.

“Don’t you think this is a little unprofessional? We literally just met.” You spoke, walking closer to him, holding his cheeks in your palm. Biting your lips, you ran your hands on his now bare chest, feeling the hard skin of his nipples, his defined pectorals. Yeah, you really didn’t give a fuck about professionalism, you were about to fuck Thomas fucking Holland, maybe teach him a lesson after he left you all hot and bothered during the photoshoot.

“It’s unprofessional only if you want it to be darling.” He groaned, pulling you closer to his, your chests smacking against each other as he grasped your head, kissing you, the pace increasing as he picked you up by your waist, slamming you against the door of the studio.

You never knew a touch could mean so much, lost in your high of his lips against yours, his skin against yours feeling like fire and ice at the same time.

“Say the magic word babygirl, and I’ll stop.” He said, grunting as you dug your fingers in his back, your head spinning at the euphoria his voice brought you.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to say anything with your dick against me.” You said, stopping for a moment as he looked at you open mouthed. A moment passed and his laughter rang in the studio, your own mixed with his.

This was gonna be the longest night of yours.

A/N: SO THAT HAPPENED HAHA BYE IMMA GO INTO HIDING

#This isn't showing up on tags fml 😭😭😭#imma still try anyway #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader smut #tom holland #tom holland x you #tom holland x actress!reader #spideygirl writes

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