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lilchibi-chan · 6 months

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐬

Makima x Fem! Reader

content: 18+ only. nsfw. dom! makima, begging, edging, use of toys

You’ve been under Makima’s wing and part of her team for about a year now. Though she can be a bit distant, she has an aura about her that you can’t help but be interested in. She’s powerful, mesmerizing and beautiful. The way she’s carries herself with confidence is something you wish you had.

“Y/N,” she coos, pulling you out of your trance

“Y-yes Ms.Makima,” you say, a flush of warmth going over your cheeks

“Will you be joining us this evening for a drink,” she says leaning on the door frame

“Oh, y-yeah. I am”

“Well then what are you waiting for? Everyone’s ready,” she says with a smile

You get up from where you were sitting and you all make your way to the restaurant.

Once sat, everyone orders food and pitchers of beer, amongst other beverages. You were sat next to Makima on one side while Denji was on the other. He was already past his limit, but he looked like he was having a good time. You however, could hold your liquor very well.

“Wow y/n, 3 pints down and you’re still going strong,” Makima says impressed

“Y-yeah, I guess I’m a pretty good drinker…or at least better than Denji,” you say with a laugh

Makima lets out a small laugh as well

“You know Ms. Makima, I didn’t think you would show much interest in me when I first joined your team. I heard you weren’t the most..personable person in the world…but I’m grateful for your mentorship,” you say, feeling your cheeks blushing

“Y/N,” she says placing a hand on your thigh,“you, Denji and power are all special assets to my team. I care about you all very deeply.”

She moves closer to your ear and whispers.

“You in particular though, are different,” she says, sending shivers down your spine

You continue to drink and have a good time with everyone, until you finally check your phone.

11:00 PM

“Wow, I didn’t realize it was so late,” you say surprised

You start to get up to leave and Makima stands with you.

“Will you be heading out too miss,” you ask

“Yes, I feel like accompanying you home,” she says nonchalantly

“O-oh, w-well okay,” you say shocked at her forwardness

“W-what about Denji and Power,” you ask

“They’ll be fine,” she says

“Now come along”

You follow after her

You both enter the car and you tell her your address. The drive is quiet, but you could feel a tension in the air between you and her.

“M-miss Makima-,” you start and she cuts you off

“We’re not at work right now, so you can drop the formalities. Just call me, Makima,” she says

“M-makima, I just wanted to let you know that I enjoyed tonight and it was really nice being sat next to you,” you say honestly

The car stops in front of your house

“Thank you for the ride,” you say

“Aren’t you going to invite me in y/n. I’ve known you for a year and I haven’t even seen what your place looks like,” she says with a smirk

“O-oh y-yes, please come in mi-I mean Makima,” you say

“Oh, but first I’d like to let you know that I have a pet, I hope you don’t mind. They’re very sweet and stay out of trouble,” you inform her

“It’s no trouble at all,” she says

You take out your keys and unlock the door to your apartment. Your pet comes to greet you and gets shy once they notice you’re not alone.

“It’s okay honey,” you say soothing them,“this is my boss, she’s going to stay for a little bit. That’s okay, right,” you ask

Your pet approaches Makima slowly and she crouches to their level

“It’s nice to meet you little one,” she says in a voice smooth as fresh honey

“Would you like water or anything,” you ask Makima

“No, I’m fine thank you,” she says

“Where’s your bathroom,” she asks

“Down the hall. It’s the first door. I’ll be in my room changing, it’s next to the bathroom. Make yourself at home,” you say

Both of you head down the hall.

When Makima enters the bathroom, she admires the space, but her eyes stop on the bathtub. She notices you’ve left a lovely little pink friend in there.

As you’re changing into your pjs, you hear the door open. Thinking it’s your pet, you turn around, breasts fully exposed.

“M-Makima, I-I thought-,” you’re interrupted when you notice what she has in her hands

Forgetting you’re only wearing panties, you rush over to her and try to take the vibrator out of her hand, but she quickly moves it out of your reach.

“Who knew you were such a dirty little thing,” she says in your ear

She cups your face in her free hand.

“What do you think about when you have this between your legs,” she asks seductively

You avoid eye contact and stay quiet. You feel your nipples get hard as the cold air of your fan bites at them.

“Look at me,” she commands and you can’t help but do what she says

“That’s a good girl. Now tell me. What do you think about,” she commands

“I-I think about…”

“There’s no use in hiding it doll. I’ve already found your toy,” she says

“I think about..you,” you say honestly

She smiles at you. A smile filled with lust and eyes filled with power.

“Then how about I make your fantasies a reality tonight, but trust me when I say, they won’t come easy,” she says

She gets close to your ear. You feel yourself get more stimulated being so close to her that your nipples are touching the fabric of her shirt.

“I’m going to edge you, until you’re begging me to make you cum,” she pulls away

Your eyes meet once again.

“Now be a good girl for me and remove your panties, right here,” she instructs

You do as she says and look into her eyes again.

“Get on the bed”

Again, you follow her commands.

“Now I want you to spread your legs and show yourself to me. I want to see you.”

You hesitate, feeling even more vulnerable than you already are.

She hovers over you.

“If you don’t do it, I’ll make you darling and the experience will be much more unbearable for you. Just the thought of watching you writhe and squirm is exciting. Now will you do it?”

“Yes,” you say obeying

“Yes what,” she coos

“Yes, miss,” you say

“That’s my sweet girl,” she says cupping your chin

She gets off the bed and you spread your legs, then hide your face.

“Uh uh, don’t hide honey. I want to see all of you.”

You put your hands at your side.

“You’re so slick already and I haven’t even done anything yet,” she says with satisfaction

“My needy girl, the first thing we’re gonna do is get you dripping wet.”

She turned on the vibrator and put it to your nipples. You jolt a bit due to the unexpected sensation. The vibrator is moved further down your body until it reaches your already sensitive clit.

A moan escapes your mouth and then you bite your lip.

“You don’t need to silence yourself. I want to hear you.”

She moves the vibrator back to your clit again, leaving it for a couple seconds longer. You move your hips and grind against it.

“Uh uh, keep those hips still. I told you, it’s not going to be easy.”

You let out a small groan

“I know you wanna cum, but I’m not ready to let you do that just yet.”

“I wonder what other things you’re hiding in here,” she says and crouches to look under your bed

“Hmm nothing under here,” she says then makes her way over to your closet

On your top shelf, she notices a box. She takes it down and opens it. She sees restraints, a flogger, a dildo, lube and a few other bits and bobs.

She makes her way back over to you, box in hand.

“Oh, you really are a naughty girl,” she says and you see the fire light in her eyes

She restrains your arms.

“Now you can’t hide that beautiful face from me.”

She restrains your legs.

“Just in case. I don’t want you hiding your wet little cunt from me, sweetheart,” she says

She takes a body oil out from the box and pours some over you. She starts massaging your waist. Her touch making your back arch. She works her way up your body and massages your breasts, stopping over one of your nipples and slowly rolling it between her fingers.

She stops for a second and your eyes flutter open. You look over at her and see she’s getting undressed.

“I want to feel you,” she says before heading back over to you

She gets on top of you and starts massaging you again. Feeling her bare pussy on top of yours sends you into a new fit of pleasure as you think about her grinding against you.

You feel yourself buck your hips again. She lets out a small laugh.

“Getting needy are we. Let me see how you feel down there,” she says, removing one of her hands from your chest and down to your pussy.

“Mmmm, you are getting drenched,” she says and starts making small circles on your clit with her fingers, massaging your breast with her other hand

“Fuck, I need to taste you,” she says

She’s off of you and heads down the bed. She pushes your legs up and lays down.

“Oh, you’re so fucking pretty honey~”

She places her tongue to the lips of your cunt and splits them slowly. She takes her hands to hold you open and you feel yourself clenching and throbbing. Getting wetter and wetter.

“Such a beautiful, needy little thing~”

She places her tongue back to you and teases your clit with her thumb

A fit of small moans escapes you and as much as you want to move your hips, you can’t because Makima is holding you down.

You feel yourself get closer to your climax and then she stops.

She goes up to your face and kisses your lips.

“Taste yourself sweetheart. You taste so fucking good and as much as I wanted to go longer, you’re not allowed to cum yet,” she says and starts making out with you

You want nothing more than to touch her and hold her closer to your body. Let your hands and fingers roam about her body. Feel what she feels like. Wondering if she’s as needy as you are. Wondering if she knows you want her as much as she wants you and as much as you want to cum for her.

You’re calmer now, but you are still very stimulated as your thoughts are filled with her.

She moves her hands up to your restraints and frees them. She breaks away from your lips and stands up. She frees your feet.

“Flip over on your stomach and get on your knees baby,” she says and gives you one more kiss

You do as she says and you arch back

“I didn’t think the view of you could get any better, but fuck you’re even more stunning this way.”

She grabs the dildo and lube from the box, as well as your butt plug.

She first starts with her fingers, licking them before entering you. She’s pumps in and out of you slowly, making sure you feel every stroke. She adds a third finger once you feel loose enough. She removes her fingers and they are replace with your dildo. You feel the balls of it slapping your clit and it starts to drive you wild. You want to push back on it, but in fear that you’ll cum, you decide against it. You didn’t want to disobey Makima.

As she continues pumping into you with the dildo, you feel a liquid going over your asshole and you release a small gasp. Makima lets out a small laugh.

“Doll, I can’t please one needy hole and not pleasure the other. She just looked so lonely, but don’t worry, i’ll take good care of her.”

She starts massaging circles around your other hole while still thrusting into you. More waves of pleasure take over your body. She adds more and more lube until you’re loose enough for her to finger your ass. You let out a loud moan. She removes the dildo from you and places your vibrator to your clit, still fingering you in your other place. That’s when you feel that big rush about to happen and she stops again.

She grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you close to her.

“You’ve been so good for me and I know you were so close just now, but I need you to hold on a bit longer.”

“Makima please, I can’t take anymore,” you say pleading

“You can baby. I know you can. Now face me,” she says and lets go of your hair

You turn around and now you’re face to face with her.

“Put this in,” she says holding your butt plug

You take it from her and insert it, letting out a moan.

She places your dildo under you

“Ride it and don’t break eye contact with me,” she says

You mount the dildo, mouth agape as it fills you up.

You bounce up and down on it.

“Touch yourself,” she says

You take your fingers and play with your clit

“Makima,” you moan out

“That’s it baby, scream for me,” she says with a delighted smile

“Makima,” you moan out a bit louder

“Keep going baby, do you feel it? That pressure building in your core as you bounce that beautiful pussy up and down that shaft,” she asks

“Y-yes,” you say almost breathless

“Do you want to cum,” she asks

You nod.

“Let me hear you baby. Tell me what you want,” she says

“I w-want to cum! Pl-please let me cum,” you say begging

“Go ahead,” she whispers in your ear,“cum for me sweetheart.”

You went a bit faster, your strokes becoming needier and needier for pleasure and then it happens. That sweet bliss. That pressure finally gone.

“Good girl,” she says and places a kiss on your lips

But you have one more thing you want to do

“M-Makima, I w-want to make you feel good too,”you say

“Is that so,” she says intrigued

“Well then, what are you waiting for? Say what you want,” she says

“Lay down,” you say

You place her legs over your shoulders and you take her in for a moment. You can’t believe this is real. You spread her lips with your fingers and you feel her warmth. She’s just as wet as you were before, maybe even wetter. You start to eat her out and her moans are now filling the room. You start to include your fingers and tease her asshole a bit while pleasuring her. You stop because you want to feel her against you when she cums.

“Sit up, I want to feel you against me,” you say

“Wow, my princess is all grown up now, telling me what she wants confidently. Alright,” she says

You both entangle your limbs, pussies just centimeters apart until you make impact and start grinding against each other. Both of you releasing a symphony of moans from the pleasuring of feeling each other up close. Your fluids combining with each others. Bliss, pure bliss.

You both cum at the same time and Makima kisses you hungrily, then deepens it.

“You were so good baby, let’s rest now,” she says

You both lay down under the covers and she gives you one more kiss on the lips and the kisses your forehead.

“Good night,” she says

You say it back and both drift off to sleep.

Sooooooo I’m back!!!!!!! I hope you all who are of age enjoyed this and uhhhh I’ll see you again soon. Requests are always open, so don’t be afraid to ask.

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thewertsearch · 8 days

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My advice? Hide.

I don't think Gamzee has any way to actually track you - he certainly doesn't have Terezi's sense of smell. Plus, Eridan isn't tracking anyone - he's trying to leave. Find a good hiding spot, and you'll probably be reasonably safe until Sollux wakes up.

...that's if Sollux wakes up, I guess. If he was human, he’d have a pretty serious concussion, but trolls, even the lowbloods, are made of some pretty tough stuff. I'll honestly be surprised if he turns out to be seriously injured.

If he is... well, you still have other fighters on the Veil. Try and rendezvous with Equius - or, if you absolutely have to, Vriska. I honestly think she'd probably help, she'd just be completely insufferable about it.

To be fair, this isn't the kind of tactical analysis that Karkat could make right now. I think he can be forgiven for panicking, given the circumstances.

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You wish there was just one murderer.

All things considered, I'm not sure who’s actually the biggest threat.

Eridan is an idiot, but he’s packing some ridiculous firepower. He probably has the greatest destructive potential of the bunch, but I don’t see him using it competently. His best plan would be to hide and fish for sneak attacks, but I don't think he's capable of being that restrained.

Vriska is extremely resourceful, and has some very dangerous powers - but, like I said, her murder was personal and targeted. Among the killers, she's the least likely to go on a rampage, and I still think she could be convinced to go after the other two.

Gamzee is a wildcard, and I have no idea what's going on in his head right now. I don't think this is normal behavior for purplebloods, either - if it was, Alternia wouldn't be able to function. On reflection, I think he's the most threatening, simply because we have no idea what he's capable of, or what his plan is. We don't even know if he has a plan.

Terezi, shit!

In an earlier conversation, Gamzee seemed to imply that he wanted Karkat to try and stop him. Is he taking Terezi hostage in order to force a confrontation between the two?

Good fucking call.

You were hoping it wouldn't have to come to this. But you're running out of options. You need backup. STRONG backup.

At this point, I’d just tell Equius to demolish the meteor, and force everyone out into the open. We're running out of time anyway - that countdown's been getting very small lately - and if Karkat's not planning to hunker down and hide, then we need to find these fuckers before they find us.

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2 #3423 #s123

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ariseur · 21 days

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SEPHIROTH FIC WITH READER TRYING TO TEACH HIM HOW TO KISS PLSPLSPLSPLSPLS

is this your way of flirting? 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

sephiroth (ffvii) x reader

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this was such a cute request omg you guys rlly love sephiroth 😭

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mentions of kissing (ew cooties!!), sephiroth and you being enamored with each other except this is more of a friends to lovers kinda thing, intended lowercase, lmk if i missed anything!!

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1197 words, 6601 characters

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sometimes you think sephiroth was brought upon this world to help you, and your thoughts have never been clearer as you watched him sit in front of you. your eyes traced along the curve of his nose, painted golden with the light of dawn shining on him. his eyes; now aquamarine, especially with the amount of mako running through him, so slender and catlike as they squinted at the sun. sephiroth was ethereal, that was a fact.

it almost felt wrong admiring his features, and a cool sheen of sweat washed over you as his eyes flickered over to yours. as you looked into his eyes, watching as his lashes fluttered with his gaze, you constantly had to remind yourself that he was your friend— and he had asked for your help. nothing more, you thought.

nothing more.

“i apologize for having to call upon you so early, i know you’d typically prefer to sleep in.” he finally said. his words chimed into your brain and interrupted the wistful silence that had been brought upon you two, distant birds and buzzing of insects were suddenly drowned out with sephiroth’s cool tone of voice.

“if you call not waking up at 5am every morning ‘sleeping in’— then yeah, i’d prefer to ‘sleep in’.” you scoffed, your lips twitching to form a small smile at his quiet chuckle. a comfortable silence strung itself between you two, only your sighs filling the air. you took one last glance at sephiroth, your movements pausing as you met his eyes. as per usual, he held that strong stare, except the comforting feeling that came with it was only reserved for you.

you felt guilty, but you couldn’t help but let your eyes trail down from sephiroth’s eyes, to the slope of his nose, and finally to his cool-toned lips. his usual smirk rested on his face, his bottom lip pouting out just the smallest bit as he amusedly gazed at you. it seemed like all of your verbal self control had left your body as you couldn’t stop the words tumbling past your lips, “have you ever kissed someone before, sephiroth?”

and how you wished you could’ve taken back your words the moment they left your lips, wincing inside at his raised brow. his smile never left his face, though— and then he started to laugh. a good, hearty laugh. and your cheeks couldn’t help but heat up.

“what? honestly—!” you said, although you couldn’t even bite back your smile. it was always rare to see him laugh as genuine as he was right now, and whenever he would, it was always contagious.

calming down from his fit of laughter, he shook his head in amusement as he closed his eyes; almost like it was such a silly question. small chuckles still escaped him in the process. “well i suppose, if we’re being honest, i don’t have much experience in the field of romance.”

now it was your turn to quirk a brow as you feigned shock, “the—the sephiroth—has never kissed someone before?”

“i’ve kissed people, before.”

you made an exaggerated ‘hmmm..’ noise as you tapped your chin and looked up, pretending to look so very deep in thought; breaking character when you heard sephiroth scoff. laughing behind your hand, you turned your head back towards the sun and looked out into the horizon— watching as the grass swayed with the soft breeze and the hummingbirds zipped around to their collective plants. your eyes squinted as they adjusted to the golden rays, shining on your skin.

“are you interested in teaching me?” came the cool voice from beside you, immediately making you turn and cock your head at him. narrowing your eyes, you study him carefully. maybe for any signs of a joke, even when the glint in his eyes told a different story.

you laughed out of uncertainty, “is this your way of flirting with me, seph?”

“possibly,” he said, hand snaking itself across the long grass as it grazed your other hand, “perhaps there are more.. kinesthetic— methods in which i can achieve a better understanding of this topic.” you grinned, watching as he mimicked your earlier antics and cocked his head himself.

a few more moments and where were you at now? holding the elite military first class SOLDIER, sephiroth’s face in your hands, maybe not so subtly rubbing their thumb along his skin and relishing in the softness of his cheek. despite being in the field or training all at, sephiroth surprisingly had little to no acne. instead, he maintained this almost glossy skin tone and a healthy bone structure, whether it was all the mako SOLDIERs had or not, he was considerably the most beautiful man you had ever witnessed to walk the planet.

“don’t purse your lips too much, okay? only once you interlock them with mine.” you muttered.

“where do i put my hands?” at this proximity, you could practically taste him against you. another reminder; he was only your friend, you frowned. your brain didn’t know how to feel, this felt so intimate, you didn’t know how to respond to it anymore. but instead, you simply gave him a soft smile. leading his hand towards your waist, you’re reassured that it’s okay once sephiroth gives you a half-smile of his own.

“and this is alright?”

“it’s all with what you’re comfortable with, you’re the one who asked me to teach you, seph.” the way the slew of words flowed so warmly out past your lips and into his ears was sublime to him, his chest couldn’t help but tighten. so sweet, even to what he thought of you as a ‘friend’, paining his heart that you possibly didn’t requite his feelings. but it didn’t matter, this was just more of a reason to get closer to you. sephiroth had a way around kissing, he had managed this far, but seeing you so gentle with him tugged at his heart strings.

it only worsened when you finally leaned in, your eyelashes fluttering as they flickered between his eyes and his lips. but when he finally let his eyes fall shut and your lips against his, it was like his heart was in his throat. it felt oddly comforting, the sounds of nature in the distance as the light of dawn shone on the both of you. it wasn’t anything special, but the slow rhythm of which your lips moved was enough for the both of you.

he pulled away for a moment, smiling at the way you leaned in to chase him for one more kiss. he placed his own hand on your face, tilting your chin up as your eyes blinked open. alas, another smug smile with his words, “eager, are we?”

“as if you weren’t the one flirting with me, first.”

he made a low hum before grabbing a soft hold on your hands and leaning in once more, letting himself drown in the river that is you. he’ll let himself sink in the cool water for as long as he can, savoring the wet droplets that remain on his skin after he’s left— and when he’s alone, all he’ll think of is you.

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softspiderling · 2 years

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speak now (or forever hold your peace) | b.r.b.

summary: it's supposed to be the happiest day of your life.

pairing: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x reader

warnings: angst??? IDK! also violence

word count: 5,5k

author’s note: this has been sitting in my drafts for SO LONG! and then i decided to write the entire fucking thing, i'm not even joking, this fic was very much different two days ago but i have been waiting for the perfect moment and i guess it’s now🤭 thank you to sol who has been expressing her excitement for this fic (and we laughed about taylor swift inspired fics, bc this is OBVIOUSLY inspired by speak now (and that one japril moment. you know which one)). I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!!

Fixing the collar of his suit, Bradley stared at his reflection in the mirror. He had opted against his dress-whites, knowing you preferred him in a normal suit. Now however, he severely regretted it, missing the layer of protection his dress-whites provided him. He felt stuffy in the suit, vulnerable. He wondered if there was still enough time to go home and change, when there was a knock on the door.

“Hey, you just gonna stay in here for the whole ceremony?”

Natasha was eyeing him carefully, not an ounce of shame present on her face, even though she was standing halfway in the men’s bathroom. Bradley put up a brave face, but he knew that she’d see right through it. God, he could already see the pitiful looks on his friends as soon as he’d step out the door again.

“I just- needed to fix my bowtie,” Bradley sniffed, straightening said bow-tie before turning to look at her. Natasha raised an eyebrow at him.

“You’re good, right? No regrets? No desire to ditch?”

Bradley looked back into the mirror to avoid Natasha’s gaze, resisting the urge to run his hands through his hair. He had been thinking about ditching the second he entered the venue, but that would just be taking the easy way out. You were his friend, and he should be there for arguably one of the most important days of your life. His own feelings be damned.

“No, this is her wedding. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. It just… Sucks.”

Natasha didn’t reply, clearly waiting for him to elaborate, her arms crossed over her chest. Judging by her face, he wouldn’t get around it. She always disapproved of the reasons why you and him didn’t work out.

“I mean. I knew that this day would eventually come. She’s always been open about wanting to get married and you know, settling down and all. But I thought I had more time to get over her. I mean, I probably won’t ever get over her, but... I sound stupid, don’t I?”

“Yes.”

There was no hesitation in Natasha’s voice and Bradley shot her a pained look. With a sigh, she uncrossed her arms and fully stepped inside the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and leaning against it.

“I’m sorry you feel this way. You know how I always used to say that the two of you were kind of perfect together. Honestly, I still think that. But it’s literally the day of her wedding. You made your bed, now you have to lie in it. It’s too late now.”

Bradley’s chest tightened, and nodded quickly, dropping his gaze to the floor. “Yeah… Yeah I know.”

“I’m sorry,” Natasha said, reaching out to squeeze arm. “I wish things would’ve been different.”

So did he.

With a deep breath, Bradley glanced at the mirror one last time, before he put his hand on the door knob, straightening his shoulders. “Okay. Let’s go, before you get caught trying to sneak a peak.”

Bradley stepped out of the bathroom and was immediately thrown back into the bustling crowd, full of nicely dressed people. Even Callie, your maid of honor, had cleaned up nicely.

“Hey, wasn’t sure you’d make it,” she said, not unkind, eyeing him up and down. “She’s down the hall, if you want to say hi.”

Bradley gave her a curt nod, before leaving Natasha to her girlfriend, walking down the hall, looking over his shoulder as the two women watched him go, conversing quietly. Callie had been cold ever since you broke up with him, treating him cordially, like a colleague, but never as a friend. And he didn't blame her, really.

He knocked on the brown door, before stepping inside, where you were sitting in front of the vanity, dressed in a white fluffy robe.

“Hey. How’s the blushing bride?”

“Hi,” you said and he smiled at you, somewhat sorrowfully, taking a seat on the ottoman across from you. “I’m kind of nervous.”

“Pretty sure that’s normal wedding day jitters,” Bradley joked.

You gave him a self-deprecating smile, clearly lost in thoughts.

“You okay?”

Bradley’s brows furrowed in worry as he took in your face and the slight frown. People said that wedding jitters were especially nerve-wracking, but you had always been a champ. And you had been looking forward to your wedding day ever since you were a little girl, he knew that.

“Yeah. Just can’t believe it’s finally my wedding day, you know?”

Bradley pressed his lips together, cupping your cheek gently. “I’m happy for you. Henry is a good man and he treats you the way you deserve to be treated. I’m really glad that you found someone who can give you what you want.”

Even though I wish I could give you what you needed.

You smiled at him, your eyes glassy. Wedding jitters really were something, huh?

“Guess your life plan really is on its track, isn’t it?”

You choked out a laugh and he grinned at you warmly, squeezing your hand. He grabbed a tissue from the vanity, pressing it gently against your lower lash line so as to not ruin your make-up.

“Do you want me to give you away?”

“W-what?”

He flushed, realizing his poor choice of words.

“Do you want me to walk you down the aisle?” he rephrased and you chuckled drily, shaking your head.

“Oh, um, no. I’m good, thank you.”

Nodding, Bradley stood to leave, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, holding onto your shoulder a bit too long than necessary before walking towards the door. He paused, just before crossing over the threshold, turning back like he wanted to say something. Bradley took a deep breath, his lips parted, the words almost tumbling out of his mouth, before he shut his mouth and just like that, he stepped out of the room, the falling shut behind him quietly.

Bradly breathed out harshly, rubbing a hand over his face, wondering if you were thinking about the same thing he was.

“Where is this going, Bradley?”

Bradley’s been ordered for a special deployment overseas. It was all hush-hush, and he didn’t know how long it was going to take and it made you face the impending doom of your relationship. Honestly, he knew it was stupid to start something with you in the first place. From the first time you talked, you had made it clear that you wanted to find a good man and settle down, have a family and a house with a white picket fence.

Something he could never give you.

He was still young when his father had died, but he grew up watching his mother juggle with the job of a parent, a job that was supposed to be filled by two parents. Bradley swore that he’d never do this to anyone he loved, that he’d never settle down and have a family himself.

You didn’t have time to date someone and “see where this is going”. Even so, Bradley had always orbited you, drawn to your carefree attitude and your fierce loyalty towards the people you loved. His stance on settling down was about the only thing that held the two of you back. Instead, you danced around each other, flirted mercilessly, were friends.

Just friends.

But after a night full of tequila shots and Bradley on the piano, he got weak. And he’d been weak ever since.

Things with you were simple, and it was almost scary how the two of you fell into a relationship that was so intense and burning, he should have known that this would blow up in his face one day.

“What do you mean? The mission isn’t going to take forever, half a year tops. You’ll still be here when I get back, yeah?”

He pulled one of his signature Hawaiian shirts out of his closet and threw it over his tank top, barely paying attention to the conversation.

“Bradley, I am serious.”

With a glance over his shoulder, Bradley took one look at your face, before he crossed the distance between you, sitting on the bed. Lifting his hand, he stroked your cheek gently, a somber look on his face.

“I want to get married.”

The words visibly cut him and Bradley immediately shut down, shaking his head as he pulled his hand away. Deep down, he’d known that this conversation was coming. He had been pushing it off, distracting you with slow kisses and wandering hands, but there was no pushing it off now. “You know I don’t want to. You’ve always known. Why are you bringing this up?”

“You’ve always known what I wanted, Bradley. What is it, what we’re doing here? Are we just gonna keep dating until we’re old?”

“Why are you turning this into an argument?” Bradley asked defensively, his cheeks turning red, like every time he got mad. “Fine, we both knew going into this that we’ve had different plans for the future, but I thought-”

“You thought what? That I’d just abandon the life I’ve always wanted?”

“This isn’t fair,” Bradley snapped. “Why can’t you respect my decision? It’s perfectly normal not to want to get married.”

“I respect your decision,” you said calmly and Bradley paused, his chest heaving as all the anger suddenly left his body.

“Then what’s all this about?”

“It’s about me respecting my decision and what I want. And-...” you swallowed thickly, words stuck in your throat. Bradley’s eyes widened when he realized what you were about to say. “I think we have to break up.”

“Now, hold on-”

“Do you want to get married? To me?”

“You know it’s not about you,” Bradley pressed, his breath quickening. “It’s- I am doing this for you!”

“It’s a simple question, Bradley.”

He opened his mouth, making a sound at the back of his throat, his eyes wide. Bradley didn’t really say anything, but it was enough for you to know. You smiled sadly, tears welling up in your eyes as you put your hands on his shoulders. “Maybe in another life… Maybe we will get our happy end then.” Pressing a soft kiss on his cheek, you left the room quietly, left him.

Bradley sat there for an hour, stupidly waiting as if you’d come back, even though he knew you weren’t.

The break up had been hard. But he knew that you made the decision with a clear head. It wasn’t fair of you to want him to change his mind on a principle he was set on and it wasn’t fair of Bradley to expect you to give up on marriage. Even though you went no contact with him, he had thought of you every single day while he was on deployment and when Bradley got back, he just begged for another one until he got shipped off to Japan.

When he got called back to Top Gun and bumped into Callie, he couldn’t help asking about you and somehow the two of you were drawn back together, like you were destined to be in his life. And when he first heard about your engagement from Callie, Bradley thought about going to your place and stealing you away, begging you to take him back.

Bradley wiped his sweaty hands as he walked between the chairs in the venue, before sitting down. He was jittery, and with Jake on the chair next to him, that probably wasn’t going to change any time soon.

“You sure you can make it through the ceremony?”

Bradley detected a hint of concern in the other man’s voice and he gave him a nervous smile, nodding. Jake clapped his leg gently, not entirely convinced, but there wasn’t any time to question him further, as the wedding march started playing. Bradley, along with the other guests, stood up. Your bridesmaids floated down the aisle where Henry was already next to the minister, looking perfectly fine in his steamed suit. The entire wedding party looked like a match-made in heaven, dressed in soft colors, but when you appeared at the end of the aisle?

You took his breath away.

As you slowly walked past all of your guests, Bradley felt the sudden urge to grab your arm and run, so he stuffed his hands into his pockets, shifting from one foot to the other. You gave him a small smile when you passed him and the one he returned was rather crummy. It should’ve been him waiting for you at the altar.

God, he was a mess.

Henry offered you his hand when you reached the bottom of the stairs, and together you ascended, stopping in front of the minister.

“Could you maybe try and sit still?” Jake hissed to Bradley’s side, but he could barely hear him. The minister was droning on and on as the happy couple stood at the front of the venue, but all Bradley could hear was the blood rushing to his ears. He thought he could do it, sit through the entirety of your wedding ceremony, congratulate you after and have a few drinks at the party, maybe even dance. But now that he was sitting here, watching you get married to another man? He thought he was going to get sick.

You and Henry turned around to look at your guests, smiles on your faces. Bradley’s mouth dropped open, and he suddenly felt so hot.

“And you, Y/N’s and Henry’s closest friends and family, are here today to bear witness to their union. Will you promise to love and support their marriage in all the days to come? If so, respond we will.”

“We will.”

The two words got stuck in his throat, even if he had wanted to, he couldn’t have uttered them. For a split-second, your eyes met Bradley’s and he shifted in his seat. You were smiling, but the smile never really reached your eyes. Taking a deep breath, Bradley shook his hands out before suddenly standing up. There was rustling between the seats as everyone turned to stare at him and Bradley started sweating when you furrowed your brows. Bradley opened his mouth, but he couldn’t find the words.

“Now’s not the time, Bradshaw,” Jake hissed, gently tugging on Bradley’s hand before he sat down again. Bradley exhaled deeply, wringing his hands and you blinked at him nervously, before turning back around, while Henry frowned at him for a second too long.

He knew that his friends were staring at him and Natasha leaned forward, subtly shaking her head at him, a horrified look on her face. But Bradley felt like he was suffocating if he didn’t speak up right now.

His hands were shaky as he got up once more, but his voice was strong, as it echoed through the room.

“Please don’t marry him.”

The minister stopped mid-sentence, and suddenly all eyes were on Bradley again. The silence was almost unbearable, his skin was prickling at the shocked and angry faces of everyone around him, but he had his eyes fixed on you. You were the only one that mattered.

“I love you,” Bradley said and the commotion he caused was nearly comical. “I made a mistake. I should’ve asked you to marry me the first time we kissed, because that was when I knew that I never wanted to spend a day without you ever again. I never should have let you leave, I should have fought for you. For us. I realize my timing is kind of shitty. I’m sorry it took me having to see you almost getting married to someone else to realize that,” Bradley swallowed thickly. “Don’t marry him. Please.”

When all of the words rushed out of his mouth, Bradley was relieved and terrified at the same time. Next to him, his friends’ reactions varied from covering their faces from embarrassment, mouth agape from the shock and just pure rage from Natasha. You were staring at him with wide eyes, your lower lip trembling. The tension was palpable and the longer it took for you to say something, anything, really at this point, Bradley started sweating, slowly processing what he had done. He was about to turn on his heel and run until he was in Canada when you bunched up the skirt of your wedding dress in your hands.

Walking down the stairs, you slowly approached him and Bradley held his breath as you stared up at him, face unreadable. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, his heart beating against his ribcage when you suddenly raised your hand and slapped him across the face.

The other guests gasped in shock and stunned, Bradley held his cheek, his mouth dropped open. With a shake of your head, you took off, running down the aisle until you disappeared around the corner. Callie quickly followed suit, giving Bradley a look of disbelief as she passed him. Bradley however was rooted in his spot, and nobody moved, nobody even dared to breathe.

When Bradley had to eject from his F18 during the mission, it was something he never wanted to experience again. His ears were ringing from the explosion and when he was ejected, all of the oxygen left his lungs. The air was splitting cold, almost burning against his warm skin and when he slowly parachuted down into the ground, pines and needles scratched up his face, before the freezing snow hit him in all the wrong places. Every single limb was screaming in pain and he was so cold.

This was worse.

Bradley exhaled deeply, trying to loosen the knot in his chest, but it only coiled in tighter, especially when Henry stalked towards him. Bradley hadn’t lied when he told you that he liked Henry, because he did. He was a good man. A good man, who was about to sock him in the face, judging by the way his hands were curled in fists.

Whatever was coming, he’d deserve it. But Bradley squeezed his eyes shut anyway, not wanting to get punched in the eye, and he braced for impact.

But it never came.

When he opened his eyes again, Jake had his hand wrapped around Henry’s wrist, his face hard.

“I know you’re angry, but this is not the solution. Walk it off,” Jake said evenly and Henry scoffed out a laugh, turning his wrist out of the other man’s grip.

“Get the fuck out of here.”

Henry came dangerously close to Bradley, his eyes furious, before he spat at his feet, storming off. Bradley was still frozen.

“We should probably go,” Javy said, gently pushing Jake so he’d move Bradley. “I know we’re a lot of people, but literally his whole family is here and I am not sure if I can fight Henry’s grandma.”

It was a scuffle to get out between the rows of chairs, and Bradley was of no help, stumbling around like he was drunk, needing his friends to steady him as he walked out, past the guests who were slowly clearing out of the venue as well, throwing dirty looks in his direction. Somehow, he got in the backseat of Javy’s jeep, Jake on the passenger seat while Natasha was to his left, watching him with narrowed eyes.

It was only then, that it slowly started sinking in what he had just done.

“Oh my god…” he moaned, horrified, leaning his head down, burying it between his knees. “What the fuck did I do?”

“What were you thinking?” Natasha , her face contorted in anger. “Do you realize what position you put her in?”

“Trace, not now,” Jake muttered and Natasha leaned back in her seat with a scoff, crossing her arms over her chest, staring out of the window. The rest of the car ride was spent in silence, and by the time the car rolled to a stop in front of Bradley’s house, he was miserable.

Without waiting, he tumbled out of the car, trudging inside the house, heading straight to the fridge to grab a beer. He’d nearly drunk the entire bottle by the time the others walked inside, almost a complete set. His squadron lined up in front of him, Jake giving Bradley a pitiful look, handing out beers to everyone, giving Bradley a chance to collect his wits, before it inevitably all came crashing down on him.

“That was fucked up, Rooster.”

Out of all the people, he had expected Bob the least, especially with the expletive. He really messed up badly.

“We’ve had her wedding invitation for ages, you had plenty of chances to tell her how you feel, why would you leave it to the last second?” Reuben asked and Bradley dropped his gaze, because he knew he was right.

Logan made a noise. “His timing was shitty, yes, but the way she reacted tells me she had second thoughts.”

“She reacted like that because Bradley put her on the spot, are you fucking joking?” Natasha snapped at him and Logan’s eyes widened, raising his hands defensively. “She’s been dreaming about this day all her life and you just went and fucked it all up, like it was easy.”

“Tash, take it down a notch,” Javy said and Natasha glared at him.

“No, I am not going to coddle him. He fucked up, big time and he needs to own up to it.”

“Jesus, I know I fucked up, okay?” Bradley suddenly burst out, his breathing heavy. “I shouldn’t have interrupted the ceremony like that and I shouldn’t have let her leave in the first place all those years ago. But it was not easy for me, Natasha, so don’t say it like I did it for shits and giggles!”

Natasha sighed with a deep breath, her shoulders relaxing a bit, though there was still a frown on her forehead. Bradley looked at his friends, who all wore expressions varying between worry and pity, when he realized that there were people missing.

“Where’s Billy and Neil?”

“I think they’re at Callie’s. Things at the venue kind of bombed after we left and she asked them to come help,” Brigham said, purposefully vague and Bradley’s eyes shoot to him immediately.

“Is-?”

Brigham shifted uneasily on his feet, shrugging with his shoulders. “I think so, yeah.”

“Um. I think I’ll go and apologize, right?” Bradley asked, shoving his empty beer bottle on the counter and Mickey made a hesitant noise.

“I don’t think that’s the best idea? Maybe the two of you need space right now?” He said and Reuben nodded, agreeing with his backseater.

“Yeah, I think you need to give her some time. And you should use that time to collect your bearings, too. Get your head sorted.”

Bradley deflated, leaning back against his fridge and Jake gave him a look, before clucking with his tongue.

“Alright, how about everyone just get changed and get some rest? And then come back, we’ll do dinner back here, that okay, Bradshaw?”

Jake glanced at him, raising an eyebrow and Bradley muttered a yes in response, knowing that he was only trying to help. And it was probably best if he didn’t stay alone right now, or else he’d do something stupid again. Everyone voiced their agreements and then started filtering out of his kitchen, not without clapping Bradley on the shoulder in consolation.

Pressing the heel of his hand in his eyes, Bradley let out a deep sigh, before looking up at the remaining aviators in his kitchen. Natasha had her arms still crossed, Javy eyeing her like he was considering putting a leash on, Jake just, uncharacteristically worried and Bob.

“I don’t have enough food in my fridge to feed 11 people,” he then said. He barely had any food in his fridge, if he was being honest, since he was supposed to be eating dinner at your wedding.

“We’ll just pick up pizza later, don’t worry,” Bob said, giving Bradley a small, comforting smile. “You should rest up.”

Bradley nodded, heading out of the kitchen and upstairs into the bedroom, not missing how the hushed conversation started as soon as he left the room.

“- him? He’s a grown man and he made a mistake.”

“You’re kicking him while he’s down, Trace, have a bit of sympathy.”

“That’s rich coming from you, Bagman, I-”

“Hey, let’s just, take a breather, okay?”

The rest of the conversation faded as Bradley climbed up the stairs and finally reached his bedroom, dropping down on the mattress, face first. He was drained, emotionally and physically. His cheek was still stinging from when you bitch-slapped him across the face. Sitting up, Bradley groaned in frustration, suddenly feeling like he was suffocating, tugging on his bow tie until it unraveled, tossing it somewhere on the floor. His suit jacket quickly followed, the dress shirt got dropped on the floor, and with a bit of resistance, his dress pants got discarded on the floor as well. Grabbing the nearest piece of clothing, he threw on a black shirt and some sweats, hoping to ease the tightness in his chest. Bradley took a deep breath, that was too shaky for his liking, his skin was itching and he was just way too warm.

He had to get out of there.

Getting to his feet, Bradley tumbled down the stairs, only stopping briefly in the door to the kitchen, his friends freezing when they saw him. Bradley was sure he looked like a lunatic.

“I need some air,” he gasped out, before disappearing out back through his backward, ignoring the calls.

“Bradley!”

Bradley walked in quick strides, hoping none of them would follow him outside as he cut through the neighborhood until he reached the beach, the salty air filling his lungs. His feet sank into the sand, seagulls crowed as they dove past him and Bradley finally felt a sense of peace in his body.

Taking in a deep breath, he shut his eyes, only to see your face staring back at him, your hand shaking as you raised it to slap him across the face. Wincing, Bradley forced his eyes open again, the tension back in his shoulders. He had to apologize. Turning his back, he stared into the direction of his house, knowing that there was no way the others would let him go, so he had no other choice but to walk to Callie’s house. It was a two hours walk, minimum, but he could use the fresh air to find the right words.

By the time he trudged up the walk-way to Callie’s house, it was dark, the sun had set about half an hour ago, right about the same time he got cold. Pressing the doorbell, Bradley rolled his shoulders back, confident that he had found the right words to apologize to you, when Callie opened the door.

Fuck.

“You got some nerve coming here,” Callie bit at him, glaring. “You know damn well I can kick your ass, and don’t think I wouldn’t just because you’re Natasha’s best friend.”

“I don’t think that she would mind,” he admitted, his voice small. “Can I please talk to her?”

“Why? So you can break her heart all over again?”

Bradley’s heart sank and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his sweats. “I’m- I just want to apologize. Please. She doesn’t even have to talk to me, I don’t even have to see her, I can talk to her through the door, just- I need her to know that I’m sorry.”

Callie stared him down for at least a minute, before she stepped to the side to let him in.

“If she doesn’t want to talk to you, you best believe I will kick your ass out of here,” she called after him as he headed inside, waving awkwardly at Billy and Neil who were sitting in the living room. Billy was unimpressed and Neil only sighed when Callie pointed him towards the first floor.

“She’s upstairs, second bedroom to the right.”

“Thanks,” Bradley said meekly, walking up the stairs until he stood in front of the closed door. There were small sounds coming from the room and he knocked on the door gently, nervously.

“I am not hungry, Callie,” you called from inside the room, your voice congested. Like you had been crying. Bradley contemplated turning on his heel to leave, not wanting to hurt you even more, but he breathed in deeply, before speaking.

“It’s me.”

He heard you inhale sharply and he leaned his forehead against the door, closing his eyes.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done what I did in the middle of the ceremony. I just- I thought I could be happy for you, see you off with Henry and maybe even have a few drinks with you, toasting to the new chapter of your life. But when I saw you up there with him. I couldn’t take it. I am not sorry about what I said, because I meant every word. But I am sorry for ruining your wedding and putting you on the spot like that. It was unfair and you didn’t deserve that,” Bradley said softly, sighing quietly.

There was no reaction on the other side of the door and Bradley accepted that he had done all he could do.

“I’m really sorry…” he added, before taking a step back, clearing his throat.

Suddenly, the door unlocked and he had an armful of you, beating against his chest with your hands.

“Do you know how long it took for me to accept the fact that you weren’t going to marry me, Bradley? Ages, YEARS! I was completely heartbroken when we broke up and it took me so long to get back out there, telling myself that I would find someone. When Henry proposed to me, a tiny part of me thought that maybe you would come to your senses and tell me to call off the engagement. Hell, even in the bridal room, I kept thinking that maybe you were going to stop me, tell me that you loved me and that you wanted to marry me. You had so many chances, Bradley. I gave you so many opportunities to catch up with me, and when I finally closed the door on you, you chose the worst possible moment to kick it down screaming?”

The hits against his chest grew weaker and weaker, until you were just clawing at his shirt, breaking down against his body. Bradley wasn’t sure when he had started crying, but silent tears were running down his cheeks as he held you. For a while, the both of you just stood there in silence, both in tears until you pushed yourself out of his arms, wiping the tears from your face with the sleeves of your sweatshirt.

Your eyes were rimmed red, and your skin was still glistening with tears, but to Bradley you have never looked more beautiful.

“You stink,” you said and Bradley let out a water laugh, his chest rumbling.

“Yeah, I walked here.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “From your house?”

“From my house.”

You hummed, biting on your lip. Bradley reached out to comb your messy hair back, his fingers getting tangled in the knots, before stroking his thumb over your cheek gently.

“Have you talked to Henry?”

You let out a humorless laugh. “Yeah. He lost it. Said that I embarrassed him in front of his entire family and friends. I think he’s still getting drunk at the venue with his boys. My dad almost got in a fist fight with him.”

Bradley smiled at the thought of your father, barely 5’5, trying to take on Henry, who was almost six feet tall. He noticed how you left out how things were between you and Henry, though Bradley didn’t let himself get his hopes up too much.

“Is it too late?” he asked softly and your eyes found his, unshed tears on your lower lash line. “Am I too late?”

Sighing deeply, you dropped your gaze. “Do you want to get married?”

“I don’t. But I want to get married to you.”

Squawking, you gave him a shove and Bradley stumbled a few steps back, beaming at you. He knelt down in front of you and making you flush.

“Bradley, get up.”

“I am serious. I meant every word I said. If you’ll have me, I will marry the shit out of you. I will make you the best Mrs. Bradley Bradshaw,” Bradley said earnestly and you stared at him with wide eyes.

“... Okay then.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. I mean, I’m not getting younger and my other engagement just fell through-”

Bradley gave you a look, but he nosed along your ring finger, pressing a soft kiss on your skin before standing up, lifting you up with him. You laughed and there were still dried streaks of tears on your cheeks, there were so many obstacles he had to overcome, but he’d take it all, if it meant having you in the end.

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Seven Minutes in Heaven • Itadori Version

A/N: probably gonna just alternate between DS & JJK for these lol — as always, all characters are of age in these fics. Typically I describe them as the age they’d be in 2022 lol. Anyways, enjoy :)

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“Do you come here often?”

Of course he’d start with a cheesy joke. You rolled your eyes, his breath smelt like alcohol. Though you were certain yours smelt just the same. A stuffy little closet left nowhere to hide, even if you were keeping as much distance from each other as possible. “Actually, yeah.” You laughed, even in the dark you could tell he was smiling. “I don’t wanna pressure you or nothin. So if you don’t wanna do anything, just say so.” Itadori was probably the best man you could have gotten locked in a closet with for seven minutes.

“Oh, that’s sweet of you…” the thing is, the alcohol made you feel a little more daring. “I… I was thinking we could just… I dunno… make out?” You wanted to feel his hands on you. One of the star athletes on campus, not only was he handsome, he was also a sweetheart and genuinely caring. He didn’t judge anyone, he never turned someone away. While your majors were different and you didn’t really fancy going to frat parties, you were lucky he was friends with someone like Megumi. He was way more your pace, but he still threw kick ass parties, ones that Itadori attended without fail every time.

You’d been lusting after the pink haired athlete for months now. You weren’t going to pass up an opportunity presented to you by fate. “Oh! Shit I… I’d like that.” He seemed shy, hand reaching up to scratch the back of his head. That was another thing that pulled at your heart, he was unbelievably polite. “So… Can I kiss you, Itadori?” You must have been drunker than you realized, there was no way being locked in a closet with him made you this much more daring. Hell if it was as easy as this? You would have gone for it months ago after a couple of shots. “Y-you can.” He was thankful for the dark or else he was pretty sure you’d see his lips trembling.

Despite your asking, Itadori was the one to close the little distance there was. Less than a step forward and he was right there, your breath mingling even more now that your lips were centimeters apart. Neither of you spoke, instead shaky hands found their home somewhere on the other’s body. You pulled him down to your height, lips ghosting him. You were teasing him, waiting to feel the satisfaction of him leaning in first. It seems Itadori had the same thing in mind, slowly letting it become a game of who would crack first. Honestly… probably not the best mini game to play during seven minutes in Heaven, but neither of you seemed to mind.

You kept his face cupped between your hands, a breathy laugh escaping you. “This is rude.” He breathed out, voice cracking slightly as he waited for you to respond. “Maybe it is… but I think it’s fun.” Your lips ghosted each other again, feathery light and Yuji swore this could kill him. Your lips parted, he was engulfed by the scent of vodka on your lips. He was mentally noting that you preferred stronger drinks, likely because Maki always convinced you to do shots with her. That was the thing Yuji never let on, he knew who you were. Not only were you a frequent guest at the parties Megumi threw, you were good friends with Maki. Another star athlete known on campus.

He was itching to get to know you better. Megumi, however, always refused to introduce the two of you. Something about needing separate friends because Yuji always managed to corrupt them into party animals. Yuji respected that wish up until this very moment. “Fuck… just kiss me please.” He tightened his grip, pulling so you were flush against his body. Even through his clothes you could tell he had rippling muscles, quite the contrast to his innocent face. “Make me…” you weren’t giving up that easily. Yuji’s self control faded completely, your breath was stolen straight from your lungs as his lips finally crashed to yours.

A noise of shock was muffled against his eager tongue. You couldn’t make yourself to tease him more, not when a knock on the door signaled half of the seven minutes had already gone by. “Yuji…” his first name slipped past your lips easily. The groan that left him vibrated your whole frame, his hands seeking purchase on your ass instead. You squealed as he pulled you up, pulling you right to your tiptoes as he slotted his thigh between yours. “We are…” he panted as he pulled away. “Leaving this party… The second time is up.” You nodded, pulling him back greedily. You knew not much could be done for you within the three minute you had left. Yuji on the other hand…

“Let me suck you off…” you whined as your lips left his again. “Please… Yuji I wanna get you off so bad.” He could have cum on the spot, even in the dark he was squeezing his eyes shut in concentration. “I-if you wanna… go ahead.” He didn’t fight back as you settled back on your feet, one hand reaching out to push him away. Yuji’s back hit the opposite wall, hips jutting out a bit to give you easy access. The soft thumb of your knees hitting the ground was the only indication of where you were. “I bet you’re big.” You teased softly, skilled hands undoing his pants while placing chaste kisses to the growing bulge.

“Yeah? I’ll let you judge.” He was confident in what he had down there. He had a good length, but his real pride came with his girth. He couldn’t wait to leave, just so he could get you in his bed. “I bet you’d look so pretty spread nice and wide for me.” He choked out, dirty talk wasn’t his forte but it felt right to say in the moment. “Oh? Fuck I bet I would.” Your breathing halted as you pulled his jeans down to his knees, his cock slapping against his stomach. “Oh… yeah I definitely would.” A soft whine left his lips, barely audible as you pulled him towards your mouth. You gave him slow, languid pumps before spitting into your hand. He was dripping precum but you still wanted him wetter.

“Two minutes!” Maki’s voice boomed as she pounded her fist against the door. “Well, don’t hold back on me, Yuji.” Your lips suctioned to his head, tongue swirling around him slowly. “Oh shit…” his head fell back, hands trembling as he tried to figure out what to do with them. He couldn’t believe how soft your tongue felt, how good your hands felt on him. Sure he’d had a couple of hook ups before, he even had a girlfriend for about a month at one point. None of them felt this good though, there was something about you that simply set his body on fire. You let your jaw relax, pushing your head down an inch or two. Swallowing was difficult but the rewarding noise that followed made it feel worth it.

“Y/n…” now it was your turn to be surprised by the use of your first name. You hummed, sending vibrations straight through him. You bobbed your head now, taking in about half of his length and using your hand to pump the rest of him. The heat in your gut was building, it felt like there was a frenzy of butterflies forming in your gut. You couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you later on. The aching pulse between your thighs would be worth ignoring for the time being. “Y/n…” he drew out for a second time, this time his hands anchored into your hair. He tugged you softly, coaxing you to take more of him.

You let him, jaw relaxing to accommodate more than three quarters of his length. You gagged softly as he pushed you further, embarrassment flooded your cheeks but the noise only made him groan. “Sorry… shit sorry… that was hot though…” a strangled noise slipped past your lips in response. Your head pulled back, allowing a little bit of relief before you pushed yourself back down again. Another bang on the door signalled a minute left. He couldn’t hold back anymore, the tight feeling in his abdomen was driving him insane. “Gonna… ‘m gonna cum.” He gritted out, breath halting in his chest as his release crept closer. You encouraged him by moving a little quicker, pulling back to focus your attention on his head.

Your tongue lapped softly at the sensitive tip, Yuji’s hand tightened in your hair to keep you in place. You loved the feeling, the way his hands were pulling the strands of your hair taut. A moan spilled past your lips just as Yuji spilled past yours. You took it eagerly, barely even reacting as his release landed on your tongue. You pulled off of him with a soft pop, swallowing the contents before standing. “We’re going right back to your place…” you huffed out, shifting uncomfortably as you felt your panties sticking to you. “Absolutely we are…” you were positive his cheeks were red, a second later Maki was banging on the door. “You got ten seconds to make yourselves look presentable.” A chorus of laughs could be heard alongside the music beyond the closet door.

“Thank you…” Yuji muttered softly as the zipper of his pants went back up. He was already getting hard again at the thought of getting you home. “Any time, lover boy.” It slipped out easily, a smile creeping up your face as you reached for the doorknob. “I’ll meet you out front in five minutes.” The LED party lights flooded the small closet as you winked at him. “Five minutes…” he murmured back before following you out.

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burr-ell · 4 months

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Honestly, it feels really good seeing Claude fan who also happens to love Lady Rhea. There's really not enough of us

Sending love 💛💚

anon this warmed my heart so much im gonna give u a snippet from the claude & rhea friendship fic i never got around to finishing <3

He took a deep breath and knocked.

“Enter.”

He opened the door and stepped into the archbishop’s chambers. The atmosphere was surprisingly soothing, sunlight streaming through the windows and a floral perfume permeating the air. Rhea was sitting up in her nice, if plain-looking, canopy bed, resting against a couple of squashy pillows with a teacup and a book on the bedside table.

“You wished to see me, Claude?” she asked.

“I did.”

“I take it you have further questions?”

“Thought I’d come to pick your brain,” he said easily. “You’re the only one who’s ever taken on Nemesis directly. We need all the help we can get straight from the source.”

Rhea smiled, almost unnervingly genuine. “I can advise you, provided we discuss what’s really on your mind first.”

He’d expected her to be able to disarm him, but he hadn’t expected her to be so pleasant about it. Still, he was nothing if not nimble. “That easy to read, am I?”

“Not at all, actually. Seteth has often complained of it to me.” Her eyes flicked upward, a practiced gesture of exasperated fondness. “But do not forget that I have been in hiding for over a thousand years. There are many skills I lack, but I can detect a master of the craft.”

“Then it looks like we’re on the same playing field.”

Rhea sighed. “I cannot force you to lower your guard, nor do I expect it, but…please, at least have a seat.”

She gestured to the chair next to her bed, and Claude seated himself, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

“I gather you would still like to know more of the story of your professor.”

“There are still so many things that Byl—Teach still doesn’t know.”

“Including that you are here speaking with me.”

Claude nodded—he’d have been more surprised if she hadn’t guessed. “I didn’t want to worry her. And I think…she needs time before she can speak to you objectively.”

Rhea heaved a sigh, tipping her head back against the bed frame. “I understand. I—I gave you both quite enough information to take in. And…and she must be feeling…I cannot possibly understand what.”

“Neither can she.” He was careful to keep his tone neutral, but it was hard not to be accusatory.

“I owe her many apologies,” Rhea said softly. “Apologies that I cannot expect her to accept.”

“I can’t speak to where her head’s at right now,” Claude said slowly (honestly, Byleth’s head was still an enigma to him sometimes), “but I don’t think she’s—angry. She’s just…” He pressed his lips together in thought, then continued. “She’s spent her whole life being treated like a tool. And then she came here and sort of…found herself. And then she found out that someone who helped make that happen also wanted to use her.” He would know. He’d done the very same thing, before he’d gotten to know his best friend. His…well.

Rhea closed her eyes miserably. “I know. I have greatly wronged her.”

“She also understands why you did it,” Claude continued, “and why you kept it a secret. It’s just…a lot to process. Especially for someone who for so long didn’t even understand how to really feel anything.”

“And what about you?”

Claude tipped his head. “Me?”

Rhea frowned. “You are known for your inquisitiveness, and your thirst for knowledge. Yet you did little to question what I revealed to you. Why?”

Claude propped his chin in one hand, rubbing his lip thoughtfully with his index finger. “Honestly…what you told us made everything I’d been looking at for five years click into place. Just looking at the Relics alone, knowing what we know, and you can tell they’re made of—y’know.”

Rhea nodded, in a resigned sort of way.

“But if you don’t know the full story,” Claude went on, “you might not really think about it. Most people can’t use them, and they’re kept hidden away when they’re not being wielded. Even I didn’t get a look at Failnaught until my grandfather actually passed and I inherited the estate.”

Churning insides were nothing new to Claude, having dealt with them both naturally and otherwise, but even mentioning the bow was making him a bit queasy. How he’d yearned for the chance to wield it, knowing it would give him the opportunity to study it up close and grant him the power to achieve his greatest dreams, and now…

“It all makes sense now,” he continued softly. “I’ve never heard of something so horrific. And the way Seteth and Flayn are so secretive, and how upset Seteth was when Flayn went missing…” He paused, mulling over whether to reveal this particular piece of information—but it was unlikely that Rhea hadn’t seen such a thing coming, and at any rate, in light of all she’d shared with them, she deserved as full a story as he could give in return. “Seteth once confiscated a diagram I was showing Teach, of a creature called The Immaculate One. It had already given me some clues about Crest stones and Relics. At the time I thought it was because the church had something to hide…and in a way, I was right. And now I know that he was right to take it.”

Claude leaned a little closer, meeting Rhea’s eyes and their combined relief and sorrow. It was an expression he knew well—of finally finding someone who understood. “I didn’t even think to say it before. I am so, so sorry, for everything that happened to you. No one deserves to live in fear just because of who they are.”

“You…” Rhea swallowed thickly, eyes misting. Claude fell silent and averted his gaze, giving her a moment to regain her composure.

She took a deep breath. “Your words touch my heart—truly, they do. Yours is a perspective gained from cruel experience.”

She knew. Or at least she’d guessed. It was unsurprising, really, but he couldn’t help the thrill of anxiety pulsing in the back of his mind. Even so…there was an odd kinship here, one he didn’t even feel with Byleth when they discussed it, that kept his panic at bay. “Yeah,” he murmured, “I do. I know better than most people what it’s like to be resented and hated for being who I am. And what I’ve been through…it can’t even compare to what happened to you, and Seteth and Flayn.”

Rhea smiled, eyes still watery. “Such things are not competitive. At the end of it all, there are others who understand.”

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hamsterclaw · 1 year

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Fukushu

The hitman who you met one New Year's eve promised you he'd be back, you just didn't think he'd be coming to stay.

A follow up to New Year's cheer, part of Bangtan Christmas 2022.

Pairing: Seokjin x f! reader

Genre: Assassin Seokjin, smut

Rating: 18+, minors dni

Warnings: Sex, swearing, mentions of criminal activity

Word count: 5k

You love waking up on spring mornings like this one, where the air is cool and the leaves are dripping, laden with dewdrops. The mountain air is bracing, you take in a deep breath and close your eyes as you go out into your courtyard.

When you open your eyes again, the serenity of your morning is broken by the unexpected sound of footsteps, then the appearance of a man.

As far as unexpected visitors go, he’s better looking than most.

He’s tall, with shoulders broad enough to block out the sun, and a face that really, honestly, truly, could be in magazines.

Unfortunately, in the line of work he’s in, he’s more likely to be in a CIRO dossier than a fashion tome.

You search the recesses of your mind for the name he told you that New Year’s Eve when you first met.

‘Seokjin,’ you say, pleasant with the memory of the night you shared. ‘What brings you back here?’

He smiles at you, beautiful, blinding.

‘You,’ he replies, ‘of course. I told you I’d be back to see you.’

‘The other thing is,’ he says, continuing, leaning closer like he’s confiding a secret. ‘I’ve been shot.’

***

You grumble to yourself as you set dishes on the table for breakfast, making sure to let your unexpected guest know how distinctly unhumourous you’d found his attempt at humour.

Seokjin had been unreasonably amused by your panic and concern at his announcement, had allowed you to pat him down for injuries before eventually confessing.

‘Of course I went to the hospital before I came here,’ he’d told you, just as you were searching for your first aid kit.

He’d raised an eyebrow at you, the wickedness of his humour unfortunately not detracting from his frankly devastating attractiveness.

‘You’ve very capable, but it is the 21st century,’ he’d pointed out. ‘There’s no substitute for good medical care.’

You’ve never wished so much to be affiliated with the yakuza who run your small town.

See how amused Seokjin would be with a blade to his throat.

You eye your chopsticks thoughtfully, and Seokjin says, from where he’s sitting at your table behind you, ‘You look very beautiful. I thought you’d dressed up specifically for New Year’s eve but you’re just as enticing in those tiny shorts you’re wearing.’

Belatedly, you remember you’ve yet to change out of your sleepwear.

You glance down at your thin t-shirt and decide to brazen it out.

Before you can turn around, Seokjin says, ‘that sleep shirt is so transparent you might as well be nude.’

‘Thank you for noticing,’ you say, dry.

You cross your arms pointedly as you walk past him to get changed.

He doesn’t even to pretend to avert his eyes, the bastard.

***

‘How long are you staying?’ you ask, after breakfast.

Seokjin sips his tea, casual. ‘How long am I welcome for?’

‘You actually outstayed your welcome long ago, five minutes after you got here.’

He ignores you. ‘I need somewhere to lay low, just until the heat dies down a bit. I thought a week, maybe two, max?’

He waits until you’re looking at him.

‘If that’s not ok, I can go. I don’t want to inconvenience you.’

You shrug. ‘I could use the company.’

‘Seriously, though,’ Seokjin says. He’s looking at you intently now, gauging your reactions like they matter to him. ‘If you want me out I’ll go right now.’

You say, ‘It’s fine, Seokjin.’

You hesitate. ‘I’m sort of dating someone right now, he stops by a couple times a week.’

‘Is he pretty like me?’ Seokjin asks.

‘He’s prettier than you,’ you say.

‘I find that difficult to believe,’ Seokjin says, tetchy.

You shrug. ‘You’re the one who asked.’

Seokjin mutters something you don’t quite catch, but it sounds pouty.

You glance at your phone. ‘Hey, I’ve got a delivery coming into the bar this afternoon, I should probably head to town. Will you be ok here?’

You show Seokjin around your place before you leave, tell him to make himself at home. You haven’t got a spare room, but you set up a bed roll for him in the annexe between your bathroom and living room.

‘I won’t be back until late, ok? Call me if you need anything.’

Seokjin’s already looking through your stash of games. ‘Sure,’ he mumbles, distractedly.

You roll your eyes. ‘There’s food. See you later.’

***

The bar’s quiet even for a Tuesday, you end up closing five minutes early to head home. You take the route you always take, down along the stream that leads to the back of your house.

You’re closing the gate behind you, fastening the latch, when Seokjin’s voice makes you jump.

‘Shit, you scared me!’ you mutter, leaning against the gate.

He steps out of the shadows. ‘Did you walk back? It’s so late.’

‘This is early for me,’ you say, rubbing the back of your neck, yawning. ‘I thought you’d be asleep.’

Seokjin follows you back into the house.

‘Hungry? Want noodles?’ you offer, getting a pot out of the rack.

‘I’ll make them for you,’ he says.

Surprised, you watch as he gets to work, boiling the water, dropping your noodles into the pot.

‘I’ll get changed,’ you say.

You return to a bowl of steaming noodles, a set table, a mug of tea.

‘Thanks,’ you tell Seokjin.

He sits at the table with you.

The moon shines in through your kitchen window, reminding you of the last time you saw him. You catch him staring at you.

‘It was a full moon on New Year’s eve wasn’t it?’ asks Seokjin.

You smile, softened by the late hour, the warmth filling your belly, the very beautiful man sitting across from you watching you eat a meal he cooked.

‘It was,’ you agree.

You remember the way he looked walking away from you in the cold just past the darkest part of the night, the footsteps he’d left in the snow.

Seokjin reaches over, pushes your mug towards you.

‘Drink,’ he urges.

You take a big gulp of tea, get up to put your bowl in the sink.

‘Go to bed,’ Seokjin says. ‘I’ll wash up.’

‘Just leave it, Seokjin.’

He hums, turns his back to you. His shoulders are broader than you remember, his body lean and long.

You realise he’s watching you look at him, reflected in the glass of the window.

He laughs softly, and you expect him to tease you, but all he says is, ‘Go to sleep. You look tired.’

You go to your room, find your bed roll prepared, quilt arranged neatly, pillow plumped.

You lay your head down and listen to the sounds of Seokjin clearing up in the kitchen.

Eventually, you sleep.

***

You glance out of the window at the sound of the approaching bike.

‘It’s the postman,’ you tell Seokjin, sat at your breakfast table. ‘Stay out of sight.’

Seokjin raises his eyebrow at you. ‘Just tell him I’m your brother.’

‘We don’t look anything alike.’

‘Different fathers?’ suggests Seokjin.

‘I don’t have time for a backstory now,’ you grumble.

‘Maybe an ex-husband?’

You scowl at him and yank open the door, stepping out to greet the postman at the bottom of the steps into the courtyard.

When you get back, post in hand, Seokjin’s frowning into the full length mirror by the door.

‘Do you really think we don’t look alike?’ he asks.

You stand side by side with him.

‘Do you really want to pretend to be brother and sister?’ you ask.

He wrinkles his nose. ‘Probably not. We’re definitely more like exes. Although why would anyone break up with me?’

‘Don’t know, maybe they’re not into handsome men,’ you tease.

Seokjin nods, seriousness in his eyes. ‘Too intimidating?’

You snort and start opening your post.

You frown at the bill you’re just received and shove it back into the envelope.

Seokjin’s been reading over your shoulder.

‘That’s a lot of zeroes,’ he remarks.

‘My dad had a lot of debt before he died.’ You shrug. ‘At least he owed it to the bank and not yakuza.’

You change the subject.

‘I’m getting another delivery today, I have to go in soon.’

‘Can I go with you? I can help.’

‘You good with a ledger?’ you ask. ‘You can help me with the quarterly budget.’

***

You’ve unpack your delivery, arrange things in the store room, make sure your bottles are topped up, and the dishwasher unloaded and then go to check on Seokjin.

He’s sitting behind your desk, frowning over the glasses he put on that you’re convinced are an affectation rather than a necessity.

‘What is this column?’ he asks.

You pick up the stack of receipts you’ve been meaning to sort out and start marking them.

‘What do you think?’ you ask.

Every business in the area makes regular payments to the yakuza, you’re lucky that money is all they want from you. As a single woman with no family nearby, it could be much worse.

Seokjin goes back to staring at your accounts.

‘It’s going to take you years on years to pay off that debt,’ he says, quietly. ‘Especially when half your earnings go on protection money.’

He’s not telling you anything you don’t already know.

You draw an ‘X’ on a receipt in black marker, bold, stark, before you reply.

‘My father went into debt paying medical bills for my mother’s care,’ you tell Seokjin. ‘He died paying it off. The bar is all he had left.’

You place the receipts on the small coffee table in your office.

‘I have a few things to take care of before we open,’ you tell Seokjin.

You smile at him, hoping to lighten the mood. ‘If you find a miracle in the accounts, be sure to let me know. Otherwise I can go back to looking at them tomorrow.’

The night’s lively, Wednesdays usually are, especially around payday.

You’re preparing more sake for a large group in the back when Seokjin emerges from the office, apron on like he works for you.

You give him a bemused look.

‘Want to help me serve this?’ you ask, joking.

Seokjin picks up the heavy tray without so much as a flinch.

You try not to stare at the way his forearms are flexed, hands gripping the sides of the tray. You have a sudden flash of what his hands might look like on your hips.

Seokjin smirks at you. ‘I’m stronger than I look,’ he says.

‘Weren’t you shot?’ you mutter.

He ignores you. ‘Shall I take this round the back?’ he asks.

***

Turns out Seokjin is also a shameless flirt.

You’ve always been aware of how attractive he is, how could you not?

The memory of him stepping into your bar, ducking under the noren, tossing back whiskey and dragging you out with him still sends a thrill through you.

It’d been one of the hottest nights of your life.

Seokjin pours out wine for the three women out for after work drinks, generous with his measures, with a flourish you have to admit is charming.

His already short sleeves are rolled up, and you think at some point he’d found time to tighten the apron around his waist.

He’s flushed from the heat and the alcohol, the back of his neck and the tips of his ears red, but he still looks good enough to eat.

He leans over you to reach fresh napkins. His eyes meet yours knowingly.

‘Your pours are very generous,’ you point out.

You think you sound neutral, but he laughs.

‘I was a bartender for a while, on and off,’ he says.

He’s got the audacity to wink at you. ‘I know what I’m doing.’

‘Jin,’ calls one of the women, waving him over.

Seokjin smiles. ‘Coming,’ he replies smoothly.

‘It’s unprofessional to flirt with customers,’ you point out.

‘And that’s why you don’t earn much in tips,’ Seokjin shoots back.

He lifts another bottle of white out of the crate and gets back to serving.

***

You lock the front door of the bar and turn back to where Seokjin is sprawled out across a bench.

‘Come on, big boy, let’s go home.’

He smiles at you, tipsy.

‘I made a lot of tips,’ he says, proudly.

You bite back a smile. ‘You did.’

You refrain from pointing out that he also drank an entire bottle of imported Italian wine.

You lift his arm up over your shoulders, help to steady him.

‘I can walk,’ he tells you.

‘I just don’t want you to fall into the stream, ok?’ you coax, holding on to his arm.

He hums as you walk back up the hill to your house.

‘Those women liked me a lot,’ he says.

‘You’re pretty,’ you agree.

‘I’m funny, too,’ he points out.

‘I don’t like dad jokes that much,’ you say, lightly.

He scoffs. ‘Yukino said she’ll stop by this weekend to see me.’

‘Sure.’

‘She’s pretty.’

‘I’m sure you’ll make beautiful babies together,’ you tease.

Seokjin considers this as you approach your house.

‘Can you help me get undressed?’ he asks. ‘My shoulder hurts. But don’t look too much, I’m expensive.’

You roll your eyes but you stop in front of him anyway.

‘Kneel down, you’re too tall.’

Carefully, you stretch his t-shirt over his arm, tug it upwards over his head.

He stays perfectly still as you slip his arm into his pyjama shirt.

You can feel his eyes on you as you pull the front panels of his shirt together and start buttoning. You can feel your face getting warm under his gaze.

Your fingertips brush the smooth skin of his torso as you fasten his shirt.

Seokjin licks his lips but says nothing.

‘There,’ you say. If your voice is a little higher pitched than usual, he at least grants you the kindness of not commenting on it.

‘Good night, Seokjin.’

‘Good night, Y/N.’

***

You wake to the sounds of crockery in the kitchen, the smell of coffee.

You pull on your robe and step outside, smile already forming on your face.

It’s not Seokjin.

It’s Haru, the man you’ve been dating on and off.

His face breaks into a smile when he sees you.

‘I was trying not to wake you,’ he says, pulling you into a hug.

‘I sleep light,’ you say. You take the mug he hands you gratefully.

Then you remember.

‘Haru —-‘

You’re interrupted by the arrival of Kim Seokjin.

Shirtless even though he’s been fully clothed the entire time he’s been staying with you.

Pyjama bottoms slung low on his hips.

He smiles at you, acts like he does this all the time.

‘Got coffee for me?’ he asks, intimate, low.

The shit-stirring weasel.

You want to stab chopsticks through his gunshot wound.

He turns a little, and the tattooed ‘7’ on his back makes you vow to find seven ways to torture him before you kill him.

Haru’s looking at you.

‘This is Seokjin,’ you say, using his government name to show the shit-stirring weasel how serious you are. ‘He’s an ex-boyfriend.’

You say, sweetly, ‘He just needs a place to stay for a few days. He’s between jobs. Can’t make the rent.’

Seokjin puts out a hand for Haru to shake. ‘I’m a policeman, I got injured and Y/N said the mountain air might help me recuperate.’

You lock eyes with Seokjin, unable to believe his colossal stupidity.

The heat in your gaze makes Seokjin avert his eyes. You can see the exact moment he spots the tattoo across Haru’s forearm.

His eyebrows rise.

‘Of course,’ Seokjin amends, ‘I work for the KNPA, and we have no jurisdiction here.’

You’re already pulling Haru away, leading him out into the courtyard.

‘Get dressed, will you,’ you snap over your shoulder at Seokjin as you leave.

***

By the time you get back inside, the coffee’s cold and the kitchen is unoccupied.

It’d taken you a while to convince Haru that Seokjin was just an idiot, longer to convince him you weren’t sleeping together.

You lift your hand as Seokjin re-enters the kitchen.

‘Do not,’ you snap, ‘even think about talking to me. I will castrate you.’

Seokjin’s mouth snaps shut. He walks over to the stove.

You get up and unceremoniously leave the kitchen.

Half an hour later, you’ve just about decided it would be too much effort to torture him when you kill him. There’s a quiet tap on the door of your bedroom.

You slide it open to see a tray set with breakfast - pillowy looking french toast and strawberries, fresh coffee.

Under the coffee, a note written in a jagged scrawl that’s exactly how you’d imagine his writing to be.

I’m sorry.

You look up as Seokjin approaches you.

Wisely, he stays out of arm’s reach.

‘I put extra powdered sugar on the french toast,’ he tells you. ‘I can cut it for you if you want.’

You watch as he sits cross-legged, cuts the french toast into bite-sized squares.

‘Shall I feed you?’ he asks, solicitous.

You grab the fork from him.

He eyes you uneasily, moves the knife away from you.

‘I didn’t know your boyfriend was yakuza.’

‘We’re not really dating.’

‘Strategically, it’s a good move,’ he says, like he’s pleased with your ingenuity.

‘We need a better cover story than you’re my deadbeat cop ex who got injured and are in the mountains to recuperate,’ you say.

You open your mouth, and Seokjin offers you another morsel of french toast.

As you chew, he picks up a strawberry, plucks the stem off.

‘I won’t be here much longer,’ he says.

He looks at you. ‘There’s a train out next week that I have a ticket for.’

‘Oh.’

Seokjin feeds you the strawberry, the tips of his fingers brushing your lips.

‘Stop feeding me,’ you protest.

You don’t sound convincing, even to yourself.

Seokjin’s thumb strokes over your bottom lip. He watches, eyes darkening as you part your lips.

He cups your jaw, holds you still as he leans in.

‘I want a kiss,’ he murmurs, lips barely a centimeter from yours.

‘Take it,’ you reply.

He’s gentle, slow, with you as he kisses you. He tastes like powdered sugar and mint, he smells of your shampoo.

He tilts his head, parts his lips, murmurs his approval when you part yours.

‘I’m glad you broke up,’ he tells you as you pull away.

‘We weren’t really dating,’ you point out.

‘Hmm? What were you doing, then?’ Seokjin asks.

‘Just —-‘

Seokjin says, voice silky, ‘Just what, baby?’

He’s still leaning over you, too close to do anything but touch you.

It’s funny, you’re so accustomed to hearing shit talking from him that you’ve never really noticed how sexy he sounds.

His voice is low, a purr in your ear.

‘Cat got your tongue?’ he asks.

His warm lips press against the skin of your cheek, his hands splay over the small of your back, and he pulls you into his lap with a sigh.

His hand kneads your ass under your robe.

‘Look at this ass,’ he says. ‘The number of times I’ve wanted to spank you for the things that come out of your mouth.’

You’re scrambling for something to say, but the first sound that leaves your mouth is a whine.

Seokjin laughs. ‘I don’t think you want to know how many times I’ve thought about that New Year’s eve.’

His hand works over the flesh of your ass, lifting you over the bulge in his crotch.

He mouths over the skin of your neck as his hands make slow passes over your ass, sliding over your thighs.

He moves up your thigh, tugs your panties to one side.

He presses his knuckles against your core, and you whine again.

‘Tell me,’ he says, conversational, fingers slipping tantalisingly close to your entrance. ‘Have you thought about me?’

You’re holding your breath, waiting for him to touch you.

He slides a finger into you, a slow drag that makes you moan.

He nuzzles your neck, nudges your chin up so your neck’s bared to him.

His breath is hot on your skin as he works you with his hand.

He groans as your hand finds its way under his pants. You curl your fingers around the stiff weight of his cock.

Well, you try to.

He’s thick.

Seokjin hisses in a breath as you squeeze just under his head.

His fingers are still moving inside you, stroking, scissoring.

He tilts his head back, grunting a bit as you stroke him.

There’s a deep flush in his chest now, heat rushing to his neck, the tips of his ears.

He’s beautiful like this, eyes intense on you, making soft sounds as you touch him.

He’s slipped a hand under your top, lifted it up, baring your tits to him. He cups your breasts, rolling your nipples with his thumb.

Your breathing quickens, your hand tightens around his cock, and he lowers his head, pressing into you. Your hand comes up, braces on his shoulder, and he groans.

He leans closer, presses you back into your bedroll, settles himself between your legs.

He rolls his hips against yours, the head of his cock nudging you.

The weight of him feels exquisite.

He settles a forearm beside you, propping himself up. He rolls his hips again, and your thighs part so he can fit better.

‘Seokjin –’

‘There you are,’ he says, quietly. ‘I was wondering when I’d see you soft like this again.’

You smile. ‘If you wanted me to be soft you should have showed me your cock sooner.’

He laughs, grinds against you, making you moan. ‘Take these panties off and I’ll show you.’

You lift your hips into his, and he drags your panties down your thighs, squeezes your ass on the way.

He presses a kiss to your forehead as he nudges in. ‘Tell me to stop if it’s too much,’ he says.

He’s gentle, slow, letting you adjust to him as he enters you.

‘More,’ you murmur into his ear, and he groans.

He kisses you again when he’s in all the way.

‘You take me so well,’ he praises.

Pinned underneath him like this, you realise he’s much bigger than you remembered.

He’s so long that his feet hit the door to your tiny bedroom. His shoulders and chest, up close like this, are big enough to stop you from seeing anything but him.

He’s overwhelming, and he fits inside you so snugly you can barely take a breath.

You move your hips, trying to get comfortable, and he stills.

‘Are you ok? Is this ok?’

His voice is strained.

‘I’m ok,’ you assure him. ‘You’re a lot, Seokjin.’

He sounds amused. ‘You can take a lot of me, can’t you?’

He circles his hips, pulling out, rocking into you, slow.

‘You feel so good,’ he tells you. ‘Can I move?’

You grab onto his shoulders as he thrusts.

You’re so wet the slide is easy. He moves, and the drag of his cock against your walls makes you tremble with pleasure.

Seokjin strokes your hair, murmurs praise to you as he moves his hips. You don’t catch all of it over your own moaning but it’s enough to make you feel safe, secure.

You don’t say but he knows when you’re coming, your body tightening around his. He catches your lips with his own, knits his fingers through yours, and says your name quietly, fervently, as he reaches his own release.

Afterward, you float in a pleasured haze as he gets a washcloth to clean you both up. He doesn’t bother putting a shirt back on, and truthfully, you don’t think that’s anything to complain about.

***

Seokjin’s got his plush lips against your cunt, you’re most of the way to coming, and he’s acting like he could keep going forever.

He laps at your cunt, tongue flat against your slit, moaning like he loves the taste of you.

The moon’s hanging high in the sky, you can’t see it but you can see the luminous beam of moonlight across the wall opposite you.

You look down at Seokjin’s beautiful face between your thighs as he licks you out, and the pleasure coils, ramping up with every flick of his tongue against your sensitive clit.

Your nipples are hard, your breasts swollen from Seokjin’s big hands touching you.

He parts you with his thumbs, seals his mouth over your clit, and your leg kicks out, flat, as you come.

Seokjin licks you clean, eyes closing. His hand’s fisted over his cock, even in your pleasure you can see the gleam of pre-cum smeared over his tip.

‘Get up here,’ you say, your voice a rasp because you’ve spent most of the day with his dick down your throat.

Goddamn, Seokjin doesn’t just look exquisite, he also tastes so good you could swallow him down all day.

Seokjin’s hand knits in your hair, gentle. His voice is low, husky.

‘Can you take me again? Are you sore?’

‘I can take you, Seokjin,’ you promise, legs already spreading.

His hand grips your thigh, tight.

‘You look so hot spreading for me like that.’

He’s learned how to fuck you now, just like you’ve learned how to take him. You’ve learned how good the burn is if he slides in just right, and he’s learned the angles to fuck you to hit you in places that make your back arch and your toes curl.

Seokjin’s thrusting into you now, the push pull maddening when you just want him deeper. Harder. Longer.

He grips your ass, tight, and pulls you down on his cock. He comes hard on a deep thrust, gasping your name, grinding into you.

He pulls you into his chest as he lays on his back, panting.

‘Why haven’t we been doing this all this time?’ he asks, with the audacity to sound annoyed with you.

‘Maybe because you’re annoying?’ you mumble, rolling over onto your front, facing away from his stunning face.

A moment later his hand lands on your ass. He squeezes, then his palm lands on your ass with a slap.

The sound of his hand on you resonates through the room.

You turn to him, outraged.

He’s ready, the asshole, catching your hands, holding you pinned so you can’t touch him.

You struggle for a bit but he’s much stronger than you’d reckoned.

Finally, you slump against him.

‘Not fair,’ you complain.

‘Didn’t you like it?’ he asks, feigning innocence.

‘No.’

‘Really?’ Seokjin asks.

He lets go of your wrists, presses his lips over the marks he’s made on your skin.

‘I’m sorry. If you don’t like it I won’t do it again.’

You’re oddly disappointed.

Seokjin gives you a knowing smile.

‘Anytime you change your mind, let me know, ok? I’ll spank you anyday.’

You don’t grant him the satisfaction of a reaction.

***

Seokjin’s walking home with you after a night at the bar, humming a tune under his breath.

He’s got an arm around your shoulders, you can’t remember when he started doing it but you like the feel of it.

‘I’m leaving tomorrow,’ he says.

He’s told you a few times already, it wasn’t like you hadn’t been expecting it.

You want to know more, to ask the questions on your tongue.

Where are you going?

Will you be back?

But that would mean showing vulnerability, and you’re not sure about that.

I mean, it’s one thing to cry on his cock, and another to talk about how fond you’ve grown of his company.

Because you are fond of him, even if he has a weaselly side.

You realise he’s looking at you.

‘If anything happens after I’m gone, if you need help, let me know,’ he says.

‘I’ll miss you,’ you blurt out.

Seokjin’s expression changes, and you realise you’ve misunderstood.

‘I mean, if the people who shot me come looking for me, you should let me know,’ he says.

The carefulness of his tone makes your face heat.

God, you’re an idiot.

You’re reeling at your gaffe, your skin crawling with embarrassment.

You can’t look at him.

‘Of course,’ you say. ‘I mean, I’m not going to stick my neck out for you. Even if you have a big dick.’

Seokjin says, seriously, ‘It’s the biggest around.’

‘It’s a fucking whale,’ you agree.

You both laugh.

You’ve reached your house.

‘Good night, Seokjin,’ you say. You muster your courage, smile like you mean it. ‘You still owe me a bottle of whiskey.’

Seokjin says, ‘Thank you for letting me stay. I — I appreciate it.’

You nod, smile. ‘See you in the morning.’

***

When you wake up, Seokjin’s already awake, rustling in the kitchen.

To your surprise, he’s already fully dressed. You hadn’t been expecting him to leave until the afternoon.

‘I thought I’d leave a little earlier,’ he tells you, passing you a mug of coffee.

You try to hide your disappointment.

‘Sure,’ you say, going for cheerful, not quite achieving it but you think you’re close.

‘I really do appreciate everything you’ve helped me with,’ he says, kind.

Formal.

He’s distancing himself from you now, it stings but at least he’s being honest.

‘I’m glad I could help,’ you say.

You reach for a hug, and if you bury your face in his chest a little to smell him one last time you’ll never admit it.

He looks like he’s about to say something, looking down at you, but instead he steps back, bows very formally at you and then he’s gone, walking out the kitchen door through the courtyard.

***

You’re polishing glasses as you prepare to open the bar, when the door swings open.

You’re already calling out a greeting when you look up and see who it is.

You have the oddest sense of deja vu.

The tall man who’s just walked in smiles at you, and he’s so handsome your breath catches in your throat.

‘What — what are you doing here?’ you ask.

‘I came back to ask if you wanted to come with me,’ Seokjin says.

He tilts his head at you. ‘I was going to go to Sao Paolo.’

You’re working hard to stop the smile blooming across your face.

‘I’ve never been,’ you say, casual.

‘I think you’d look good in a bikini,’ Seokjin says, without missing a beat. ‘Or nothing.’

You’re considering this as Seokjin takes a seat at the bar in front of you.

He leans his forearms on the bar.

‘I got as far as the train station,’ Seokjin says. ‘Then I had to come back.’

He smiles wryly.

‘Turns out I like your face better than mine.’

You blink.

‘We don’t have to go to Sao Paolo—‘ Seokjin begins.

You cut him off with a kiss.

‘Yes,’ you breathe. ‘Let’s go.’

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hippolotamus · 6 months

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Hello friends, work has been kicking my ass and I am soooooo behind on tags. I am slowly but surely catching up and looking forward to reading all the things! So, small confession... I've been reworking pieces of come close (let me be home) so some of the snippets might look familiar from before. Hoping the writing beans will soon allow me to make new words. Until then, have this Eddie and Christopher moment before the first ball (all prev snippets here) 😘

“This awful, cursed thing— Argh!” Eddie drops the ends of his bowtie in frustration. It’s not like he even wants to attend this wretched ball tonight. Least of all to placate his mother.

It would be different if he were going as someone who could casually stand in the background, sipping lemonade and observing his surroundings. If only it were that simple. Instead he’s expected to not only be there, but socialize, dance, and interact with potential partners. How is he meant to choose who he’ll spend the rest of his life with – someone to care for his son – based on how well they can perform the quadrille or regurgitate meaningless facts? It’s utter insanity.

“Daddy?” The timid voice reaches out from behind him.

Eddie turns to see Christopher hovering in the doorway, watching intently. The welcome sight is enough for the weight of tonight’s expectations to fall away, finally allowing him to breathe. He goes to his son, picking him up and drinking in the surprised sound.

“What can I do for you, sir?”

Christopher’s nose scrunches in amusement at the endearment before he gets a very serious look on his face. “Can I come with you?”

“I wish,” Eddie huffs out a humorless laugh. “It would make things way more interesting. Although, honestly, I’d much rather stay here with you.”

“Why don’t you then?” Christopher blinks owlishly behind his glasses.

Eddie envies his youthful ignorance for not yet understanding the pressures and politics of adulthood. He sighs and rubs his temple with his free hand, trying to think of an explanation that isn’t an outright lie. With everything that’s happened in Christopher’s short life, Eddie always strives to be honest with him.

“Well, because,” he stretches the words out as his brain continues to configure them into an acceptable arrangement. “I– promised your abuela I would go.”

Chris nods thoughtfully, seeming to accept the answer he’s been given. But, of course, he’s always been more perceptive than Eddie gives him credit for.

“Is this because Abuela wants me to have a new mom?” His voice is quieter, the tone colored with hesitation. Eddie wants to somehow pull him closer, to carve a space beneath his ribs to keep him safe.

“Not a new one, exactly. You know that no one could ever replace your mother. This would be someone else to love and take care of you.”

“But I thought that’s why we have Carla,” Chris protests.

Eddie chuckles at his son’s logic and thinks he might be the one person who could match wits with Helena Diaz. “You’re right. She does both of those things. Carla loves and cares about you very much. It’s just… your abuela has some different ideas. She’s a little stuck in the past sometimes.”

“Okay.” Christopher grins brightly, removing any traces of his serious persona. “Then I hope you have fun and find someone nice for us.”

“Me, too, bud. Me, too.”

Eddie’s brought back to reality when his valet announces the carriage is ready. He presses a kiss to Christopher’s temple and gently sets him on the floor. “Be good for Carla?”

“I’m always good for Carla.” Christopher proudly puffs out his chest.

“Of course. How could I forget?” Eddie teases. “I must be remembering a different little boy that got covered in mud while playing and had to be scrubbed clean.”

Chris rolls his eyes. “One time,” he mumbles.

Eddie snorts as he jogs down the staircase, hoping in vain to burn off some of his nervous energy that’s returned. His cloak is nearly arranged when Christopher calls from the upper floor.

“Daddy! Your tie!”

Right. Eddie sighs and makes a final attempt to knot the material together in front of the hall mirror. Miraculously he makes it in one pass this time and turns with a flourish so Christopher can make his assessment.

His son beams down at him with a toothy grin. “Be good for Abuela!”

Eddie responds with an exaggerated bow, drinking in the giggle that floats down. He snaps it up, like something he could keep in his pocket. A protective barrier from whatever he might have to face tonight. With a heavy sense of dread sitting like a stone in his stomach, Eddie waves goodbye and walks outside to the carriage. As he steps up to the plush, velvet, forest green bench, he wishes it felt less like marching to the Tower of London.

“Ready, sir?” His driver asks from the front.

No. “Ready.”

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moonlightspencie · 1 year

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i know i’ll pay for it

Part 4 of ‘the sweetest con’

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: dramaaaaaaa in this chapter

<- PART THREE

“Hey, hey, hey,” I heard her sing out to the group in the bullpen.

She was greeted with joy, especially since she was bringing food inside. I sensed the too-familiar feeling in my heart creep in, knowing that as soon as she dropped off the things everyone else had ordered, she’d be coming to give me mine. I waited patiently through the soft conversation exchanged between the others, going back to work in hopes I’d stop thinking about her. It didn’t work.

“Hotchner,” she exclaimed, jumping into the room.

“Agent,” I replied, keeping my best straight face.

“Come on,” she whined with a smile, shoulders deflating. “You know you love me.”

“Mhm,” I hummed, allowing myself to let a little humor slip into my voice. “I love silence.”

“You saying you want me to stop talking?”

“Never.”

She laughed, setting down the takeout bag on my desk and taking a seat before I even had the chance to offer.

“How’s your day so far?” she asked, digging through the bag to get her food.

“We’re not on a plane right now, so not too bad.”

“And you have lunch.”

“And excellent company,” I added.

“See?” she said, pointing her sandwich in my direction. “You love me.”

“Did I ever say I didn’t?”

She hummed. “Good point.”

We started eating, sharing a little conversation and the container of fries. I watched her as she lit up, talking about the latest series she’d been watching. Even in the small things, she was so passionate.

“The new season is starting this week, too,” she said, giving me a look as if I’d be just as hyper about it.

Based on her reaction, I almost was.

“Yeah?”

“Yes! I’ve been waiting for so long.”

“That’s great. Let’s hope we don’t get an urgent case, then.”

“No kidding,” she nodded, her eyes wide. “How’s Jack lately?”

I swallowed. “Good. He’s handling everything really well, especially since he can’t fully understand it yet.”

“That’s good. He’s a great kid. He’s going to turn out just fine, you know?”

“I know,” I nodded, not quite knowing how she could always read my mind. “I know, I just wish he didn’t have to grow up like this. He deserved better than running between houses.”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “My parents split up when I was young, and I honestly never wished they would have ended up together. They were great together at first, but they were so much happier when they split.”

“Really?”

“Really. It was really hard at first to accept it, but when I hit my teens… I guess I could understand it all better. I ended up happier as a kid because I didn’t have to deal with constant fighting and negative feelings all the time anymore.”

I was quiet for a moment, thinking it over. She continued when I didn’t speak.

“I’m not saying that’s exactly what will happen. I don’t know enough about your marriage to tell you what will happen,” she said, sitting back in her seat. “I do know that he’s gonna be okay. And, one day, he won’t be sad about it anymore. He knows you both love him so much, and I don’t think either of you are capable of letting him forget that.”

“Thank you for saying all of that,” I said, voice suddenly quiet. “I’ve been struggling with it. Especially not being able to see him at home every night we’re not traveling. I just want him to be happy, and I don’t want him to think all of the fighting that’s happened with the divorce is going to be the norm.”

“I get it. It’s all going to work out, though, you know?“

“I’ll take it from you,” I replied, trying to lighten up the room.

She smiled again. “Good. You should.”

“On a very different note, I got a new coffee table and a bookshelf yesterday.”

“Nice,” she nodded, accepting my change of topic. “What do they look like?”

“Don’t know yet. I still have to assemble them.”

“You need help?” she asked, looking at me. “I love little projects.”

“I’m not making you build my furniture,” I chuckled, taking a drink.

She shook her head. “Alright, it’s not a question anymore. I’m coming over and now I’m making dinner just to spite you.”

I scoffed. “You’re not going to make dinner for me.”

“When was the last time you had a home-cooked meal?”

I fell quiet, trying to remember.

She raised a brow. “That’s what I thought. I’m coming over. That’ll get you out of the office at a reasonable time, too.”

I didn’t hold back a smile this time. “Alright. I’ve learned better than to try to fight you.”

“Damn right.”

She showed up at my door that night with grocery bags. I sighed, resigned to the fact that she would continue to try to care for me no matter how much I tried to reject it. I had to at least pretend that I didn’t want nothing more than to spend time with her.

She prepared dinner, putting it in the oven to cook as we started on building the furniture. She fixed all of my mistakes, laughing as we sat on the floor by the couch.

“You really can’t get a bolt in?” she asked with a smile, leaning over to look at the leg of the table.

“It’s not going in,” I said, not able to stop myself from chuckling at her surprise.

She took the little tool and the bolt from me, scooting close enough for our legs to be pressed together. I took the opportunity to watch her as she screwed it in with ease, the smell of her perfume almost overwhelming me as she sat in my space.

“See?” she asked, sitting up straight. “Easy enough.”

“For you.”

She looked at me, suddenly even closer than I had realized. The oven timer started going off, but she didn’t move.

“For anyone who knows what they’re doing,” she said with smirk.

I rolled my eyes playfully. “I went to law school, I’m no carpenter.”

She laughed, getting up to get the food out of the oven. I sat for a moment, catching my breath, then followed along. We sat on the couch, utilizing the now-built coffee table for the first time. We were nearly finished when she started laughing to herself.

“Do you think the bookshelf will be as big of a hassle as this was?”

I smiled again. She had me doing that a lot more often lately.

“I guess we’ll have to find out. I really don’t know—“

I was cut off by a knock on the door. She looked at me with questioning eyes, though I didn’t have an answer: I wasn’t expecting anybody. I excused myself, leaving her on the couch to open the door.

The second I did, I regretted it.

“Where’s my family photo album?”

I was taken aback. “What?”

“I can’t find my family photo album. Where is it?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen it in years,” I stumbled out, brows knitting together.

She scoffed, trying to push past me into my apartment.

“What are you doing? I didn’t take it,” I said, exasperation lacing my voice.

She stopped cold, staring at the woman on my couch. She turned to me, a hard anger on her face.

“You’re kidding me right now.”

I opened my mouth to respond, though I should’ve known I wouldn’t have gotten a word in.

“She’s here? In your apartment?”

“Calm down.”

“Calm down?” she asked, voice raising.

I huffed a sigh. “I have neighbors, Haley.”

She scoffed, turning to Y/N before I had the chance to stop her.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

She stood from the couch, glancing at me in utter shock and confusion.

“I’m sorry?”

Haley took another step in her direction.

“You’re unbelievable. First, he’s gone all of the time because of you, and now—“

“She has nothing to do with this,” I attempted.

“Now, you have the nerve to stick around? Alone in your boss’s apartment. You should be…”

“Excuse me?” Y/N said, finding her voice.

I stepped between the two of them, facing Haley.

“She didn’t do anything.”

“And of course, you’re still defending her. Keeping her around when you—“

“Stop.”

“No! You go and run around on me with this girl, and now you want to act like she’s a perfect little angel.”

Y/N moved to stand beside me. “Are you trying to imply he cheated on you?”

“Keep talking like you weren’t the reason,” Haley spat.

“He never cheated on you,” she said back, voice raising slightly. “Why on earth would you even think that? Especially with me?”

“I knew you were a whore the second I met you…”

“Get out,” I interrupted, moving between them again. If smoke wasn’t actually seeping out of my ears at that point, I’d be shocked. “I don’t have your album, and you’re not going to come in here and shoot off vile insults at my friends.”

“You’re a dick. You always have been.”

“Then leave.”

She scoffed again, giving me the dirtiest look she could conjure before stomping off, slamming the door behind her. I stood in silence for a moment afterwards, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart before I faced the person behind me. She rested a hand on my arm, though, calling my attention to her rapidly.

“Are you okay?” she asked, voice significantly softer than it was a minute ago.

I swallowed, turning to face her.

“I’m sorry. You didn’t—you don’t deserve that.”

“I just,” she stopped, sighing as she wrapped her arms around herself. “She really thinks you cheated on her?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Damn. How…” she shook her head, then looked back at me. “How could she even think that?”

“That’s a long story.”

“Can we talk about it?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I muttered, moving around her to sit on the couch again.

“Aaron, she thinks I broke up your marriage.”

I paused, taking in the fact she used my first name. That had never happened before. I let out a slow breath, then nodded, patting the seat next to me. She sat down slowly, turning fully towards me.

“I, uh,” I started, looking at her. Just being with her felt grounding. “She cheated on me, actually. Never admitted it, but I knew. I was in the wrong so many times in our relationship, I won’t deny that, but…”

“You didn’t deserve to be cheated on.”

I nodded. “I know. I think she was just deflecting, especially after I found out. Once she gathered that I knew about it, she started accusing me instead.”

She was quiet for a moment. “I just don’t understand one thing. Why did she think I was the one you cheated with? I mean, like, did I do something to make her think that?”

“I think she needed someone else to be mad at. You were the easiest target.”

“Why?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

I didn’t stop to think before I answered.

“You’re beautiful and very kind to me. She probably saw you and how you treated me, and I guess— She probably just thought if I’d fall for anyone, it would be you.”

She stared, letting my words sink in. I opened my mouth, ready to try to make amends for admitting something so personal. Though, of course, my phone started ringing at that moment.

I sighed, then picked up my phone to answer.

“Hotchner,” I stated in greeting.

She watched me, already knowing what the call meant.

“Be there soon, thank you,” I nodded, then watched as she got up, taking the dishes with her.

NEXT PART ->

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dreamwritesimagines · 2 years

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Enamored [40] - Newlyweds

A.N: Thank you so much for your amazing feedback my loves, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Coming back home doesn’t have to change everything.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of pregnancy.

Word Count: 5400

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Coming back to London had its advantages and disadvantages.

Advantages were that apparently you were to be an aunt now, so being there made it possible for you to help Cecily prepare for the baby. You were beyond excited, and had already bought so many toys and clothes for the baby, and you even had a couple of cribs you had your eye on.

The disadvantage was that…

Well, coming back to London meant more responsibilities and you would much rather enjoy your newly found marital bliss.

You and Anthony had been quite busy the whole night and after you had woken up in the morning, even the thought was more than enough to send a fire over your face. You had missed breakfast and Anthony was more than alright with missing the whole noon, you knew it would have been a great disrespect to Lady Bridgerton so you had insisted you two had to leave your room, though it was the last thing you wanted.

Anthony grasped at your arm to turn your around and press you back to the wall before you could turn the corner in the hallway, making you giggle.

“Mon amour!” you chided him with a smile but wrapped your arms around his neck when he dipped his head to pull you into a kiss, pressing your body against his.

“Let’s go back to the bedroom.”

“Your whole family is waiting!” you whispered, your eyes fluttering close as his lips slipped down to your neck but you forced yourself to focus before slipping out of his grasp, grinning wide as you turned around to look at him.

“Y/N—”

“We are expected, come on,” you said and walked to the drawing room with him following you with a tortured sigh, making you repress a laugh. When you stepped into the drawing room, half of the family was missing, but it wasn’t that surprising to you as you had learned; Hyacinth and Gregory liked to play in the yard while Francesca tended to study in her room early in the day. Lady Bridgerton on the other hand wasn’t in the room, which made you look around, no doubt her absence catching Anthony’s attention as well.

“Where’s mother?” he asked and Eloise smiled at you two.

“Good morning to you too, we’re very glad you decided to bless us with your presence,” she said, pulling her feet off the sofa so that you could fling yourself next to her. “She is getting ready, she has an appointment.”

“An appointment?” you asked and Benedict nodded.

“Mm hm.”

“With who?”

“She wants to be the one to tell you,” Colin answered and Anthony hummed, then walked to you to grab you by the wrist to pull you up so that you could sit next to him on the other sofa instead of Eloise, making her groan.

“Anthony, don’t you have things to do?” she asked, almost cross. “I wish to spend time with my friend and you’ve taken over all her free time like the selfish inconsiderate man you are.”

Anthony didn’t even seem offended as he pulled you closer to himself, making your cheeks burn but you tried to cover it.

“I mean honestly, don’t you get bored in that room all the time with him?” Eloise asked and you bit down on your lips to hide your smile, then shook your head.

“No.”

“Unbelievable,” Eloise said, ignoring the way Benedict and Colin were grinning. “First Cece, now you. What on earth do married couples do all the time in their room?”

You shrugged your shoulders, trying to control your expression.

“I’d love to tell you Eloise, but I’m afraid my English isn’t that good.”

“You’re talking to me in English right now!”

“Am I though?” you asked airily in French while Anthony chuckled beside you, sneaking an arm around your waist to pull you closer as if he couldn’t bear not touching you in some way.

“Speaking of nauseating married couples,” Eloise said with a sigh. “Do I have to get Cece a baby gift as well? I don’t know what one gets for a baby.”

“I don’t even think Cece needs to get the baby anything at this point let alone you,” Anthony commented. “Y/N monopolized that whole front.”

“I’m excited for my nephew, is that a crime?”

“Elias says it’s a girl.”

“Elias can say whatever he wants and be mistaken as always, it’s a boy,” you stated. “You’ll see.”

“Whether it’s a boy or a girl, they’re still months away from being born,” Benedict said and you shrugged your shoulders.

“It’s good to be prepared,” you defended yourself as Lady Bridgerton entered the room and smiled at you.

“Oh you two are here!”

“Hello mother.”

“Good morning!”

“Where are you going?” Anthony asked and she stole a look at Benedict.

“You haven’t told them yet, have you?”

“No, we left it to you as you asked.”

“Told us what?” you asked and Lady Bridgerton gave you and Anthony a look that you could only describe as motherly.

“Well,” she said. “While you were in Aubrey Hall, I came up with an idea and presented it to the rest of the family and they all agreed.”

Anthony frowned slightly while you looked between them.

“I think it’s better if we move out to another house to give you two some…privacy to start your own family,” she said as your jaw dropped and Anthony raised his brows in surprise. “I’ve already found a wonderful place, I’m going to meet the owner for the last details.”

“What?” you exclaimed. “No you—you don’t have to do that at all!”

“We even picked our rooms Y/N,” Eloise said and you shook your head.

“No but I really like it when all of us are here, really—and it’s your home!” you protested and Lady Bridgerton smiled at you.

“And it’s both of yours now,” she said. “I must leave before I’m late, but we will all talk of it when I come back, alright?”

“But…” you heaved a sigh as she walked out of the room and you motioned at Eloise. “Why?”

“Well, you’ve heard her. Starting your own family, your own privacy and all that, and I really like my new room.”

You shot Anthony a look, expecting him to protest as well but he didn’t even think twice before turning to his siblings.

“Well, I trust you’ve all made the best decision for yourselves.”

“Anthony!”

“Do you remember where the door is or should I show it to you?”

You gasped and elbowed him while Benedict scoffed a laugh.

“We’re not moving at this second you do realize that?”

“You could still go and check the house again, all of you.”

“Are you sure you want to move out?” you asked them and Anthony cleared his throat.

“They’re sure love.”

“You don’t have to.”

“They really do,” he deadpanned and you shot him a look before turning to Eloise.

“But how will we see each other?”

“Back in Aubrey Hall when the season is over,” Anthony answered in her behalf and Colin pointed outside.

“The house mother is buying is five minutes away from here Anthony.”

You let out a relieved breath and Anthony frowned.

“Five minutes?” he repeated. “Just that? Surely there are houses further away.”

“Thank God,” you said, pressing a hand over your chest. “You are going to be very close, that’s wonderful! Then we’re expecting all of you for breakfast—”

“Once a month.”

“Every day!”

“And no one has to be in any rush, make sure to take your time—”

“I will pay the first person who moves out,” Anthony said and you elbowed him again.

“Don’t mind him, he’s in shock because of the news.”

Eloise tilted her head.

“You know what, maybe I will spend the rest of the season here,” she said, shooting Anthony a smug grin while he narrowed his eyes at her. “It could be fun.”

“Mother would miss you.” Anthony said and she shrugged her shoulders.

“I would visit her every day.”

“You know how she is, you can’t stay the night. She’d be worried.”

“Are you saying that I, Eloise Bridgerton, cannot stay the night at Bridgerton House?”

Anthony glared at her. “Stop that.”

“No.”

“You’re always welcome Eloise—all of you, and please know that even if you move out, you can always come and stay as long as you wish.” you motioned at the siblings, ignoring the way Anthony was shaking his head, mouthing “Don’t.”

“Maybe in my absence you can put all the wedding gifts and flowers and letters into my room,” Colin said, “I barely remember what the west drawing room used to look like.”

“I will get to them,” you said. “I’ve started with the flowers but then got distracted the other day. One of the cards is missing.”

“From the flowers?”

“Yeah,” you said. “It must have dropped on the way or something. Such a shame too, it’s a lovely bouquet.”

Eloise snapped her fingers. “Sending flowers is a good idea.”

“I don’t think babies like flowers, Eloise.”

“Oh who cares about the baby, Cece loves flowers,” Eloise said. “That being said, we’re meeting her and Elias at the park today right?”

“Yeah, around the afternoon.”

“Me and Cece will meet earlier though,” you mused. “Are you sure you don’t want to join?”

“I’m absolutely sure,” Eloise said and pulled you by the arm, making Anthony frown and you stood up.

“Where are we going?”

“Outside, away from these three,” Eloise said as she steered you to the door, making you let out a laugh and you both walked through the door to the hallway, then started descending the stairs.

“So when will you tell me?”

“What?”

“What happens in the bedroom when you’re married,” she said, making you bite down on a smile and you took a deep breath.

“I will tell you...”

“Thank God!”

“When you fall in love,” you finished your sentence and she shot you a look.

“That will never happen.”

“Does this silly aversion to love run in your family?” you asked as you got to the foyer. “Anthony used to say the same thing.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure he’s the biggest advocate of love now, only in second to you,” she said, making a face. “In any case I’m smarter than him, that’s why I will never fall in love.”

“You know, Lucie has a theory that the people who say they would never fall in love always fall the hardest.”

“That’s not how it works.”

“Ask Anthony if you don’t believe me, I think he has some opinions on how it works.”

“The day I ask Anthony about his opinions is the day I—”

“My lady?”

Both you and Eloise turned around and you smiled at the housekeeper. Mrs. Burchett, as you had been introduced the night you and Anthony had gotten back from the museum. You hadn’t exactly had the chance to talk to her since then, and you would be lying if you said you had even tried to do so, after your conversation with the second housekeeper in Aubrey Hall.

“Mrs. Burchett,” you said. “Hello.”

“May I have a word when you’re available?”

“Um…sure, right now!” you said and turned to Eloise. “I’ll be in the garden in a moment.”

Eloise shrugged her shoulders and walked away from you to the garden while you turned to Mrs. Burchett.

“How are you Mrs. Burchett?”

“I’m well my lady, thank you. How about you?”

“I’m fine!” you said. “I love sunny days a lot. How can I help you?”

“I just wanted to ask what you would like to know of the house routine,” she said. “So that we can change it to fit your standards before Dowager Viscountess moves out? It would make the transition easier maybe?”

You blinked a couple of times, feeling quite confused.

“Oh,” you said after a beat. “You must excuse my surprise Mrs. Burchett, I just— your associate and I couldn’t get along well back in Aubrey Hall so it’s quite shocking.”

She shot you a look.

“Mrs. Weston?”

“Yes.”

“She tends to be a bit…” she thought for a second. “Cross, if you will. But not to worry my lady, she’s only the housekeeper of Aubrey Hall when I’m not there. Most of the time you will be contacting the staff through me.”

You couldn’t help but beam at that.

“This is a relief!” you said, “I have some changes in mind to be honest, but before I get into them I’d like to have some idea about the staff and the finances of the house. Is it possible that I could get the ledgers of the household if you have them?”

“We keep a very detailed account of them,” she said. “I can bring them to you tomorrow, along with the files of the staff.”

“That’d be wonderful,” you said. “I really appreciate it.”

“Anything else?”

“I will prepare you a list of flowers I like,” you said, “Different ones for the drawing rooms, and the foyer, and the bedrooms.”

“Of course my lady.”

“Thank you,” you said and she curtsied, then walked away from you. You rocked back and forth on your feet, still smiling, and took a deep breath.

“This will be nice,” you muttered to yourself and fixed your hair, then walked out of the house to join Eloise in the garden.

You loved shopping and you knew that everyone knew that about you, but shopping for babies was something you didn’t do often, the last time being when you were in Paris and were looking for gifts for your friend Marie’s baby.

You held the small plush bunny over Cecily’s stomach and hummed.

“No, I don’t think the baby likes it.”

“Y/N, I’m not even showing yet.”

“So?” you asked. “If my nephew is anything like me, he will form very strong opinions on what is being gifted to him very early on.”

“Your nephew?” Cecily asked with a laugh. “Elias says it’s a girl.”

“It’s a boy,” you said. “And he will be great friends with my and Anthony’s son.”

“Your and…”

“Our firstborn will be a boy too,” you muttered and grabbed a toy carriage before heaving a sigh and putting it down.

“And how do you know that?”

“I just have a feeling.”

“Is there anything you don’t have a feeling about?”

You thought for a moment, then shook your head. “I don’t think so, no,” you said. “And I’m telling you, strong opinions run in the family. My mother used to tell me that while she was pregnant with me, she was inspecting an orange blanket her friend made for her baby, trying to decide whether she should get it done for me as well and I kicked right at that second. And guess what? I still don’t like orange blankets.”

Cecily repressed a laugh and stole a look at you.

“Never change, will you?”

“Why would I change?” you asked as you inspected a bear toy, then put it down to grin at her. “But Cece, are you very excited? I can’t wait until he’s here! Do you have any ideas for a name? I actually thought about it the other day, I have so many ideas!”

“The baby won’t be here anytime soon Y/N,” she said with a laugh. “It’s a bit too early to pick names, we don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl.”

Your jaw dropped. “You’re going to wait until the birth to pick a name?”

“To repeat, we don’t know—”

“We know.”

“We don’t know for sure.”

You heaved a sigh. “Either way, I insist that you think about what I told you,” you said. “I understand that cribs here are nice, but my friend Marie had a crib made for her baby upon request at this shop in Paris, and it was wonderful!”

“I’m not having a crib brought in here from Paris.”

“But you didn’t even think about it!”

She tilted her head at you. “How about we save that one for your baby?” she asked. “I’m sure you and Anthony will have your own soon.”

A fire spread over your face and you lowered your head to pretend to be busy with the elephant toy, trying to hide the smile threatening to pull at your lips.

“I can only hope so,” you managed to murmur, your heart beat speeding up with hope. The mere thought of having a baby with Anthony was more than enough to send sparks of happiness through your system but you cleared your throat.

“But who knows when these things happen,” you added in a haste. “Until then, I will be more than happy to be the best aunt to my nephew who if I may add, must have a crib from Paris.”

“That’s not happening.”

“But what if he dislikes the cribs here?”

“I’m sure he won’t considering he won’t have anything to compare it with,” she said. “Can we leave this shop now? There’s another one nearby and I haven’t seen anything that caught my interest.”

“Of course,” you said and linked your arm with hers, then walked out of the shop into the street. She squeezed at your arm.

“So the whole family is moving to another place?”

“I haven’t got the chance to see it yet,” you said. “But Eloise says it’s very beautiful. I tried to tell them they did not have to but they wouldn’t listen.”

“Well, that’s very thoughtful of Lady Bridgerton,” she said. “They are quite the crowd.”

“But that’s not very common,” you said and heaved a sigh. “I don’t know Cece. I can’t help but feel a bit guilty about this.”

“You have no reason to,” she said. “I’m sure she wouldn’t have done such a thing if she didn’t want to.”

“I mean if I knew, I would have suggested that we would move, not them.”

Cecily scoffed.

“You and Anthony are the Viscount and Viscountess Bridgerton now,” she reminded you. “You sort of have to reside in Bridgerton House.”

“I just don’t want them to resent me,” you said. “Lady Bridgerton has done so much for me and Anthony to come together and she supported our courtship, so I feel almost ungrateful.”

“It’s her choice,” she told you. “You didn’t even offer such a thing.”

“I would never!”

“See?” she said. “Besides, Anthony sounds very content with the situation.”

“He’s too content,” you corrected her. “He’s pleased with the situation to the point of impropriety.”

“Oh I can’t imagine why,” Cecily teased you and you covered your face for a moment, almost abashed.

“Well— he—” you stammered, lowering your hand. “He must still talk to Lady Bridgerton on the matter, I’ll ask him to do so.”

“Something tells me he won’t try very hard to change her mind.”

“If he tries at all,” you said. “But he must, this evening. And while he’s doing that, I can at least start on writing my thank you letters for the gifts and flowers. I stepped inside, then left in a minute because I got overwhelmed, I literally cannot see the room because it’s so full of flowers and gifts. I only hope they didn’t lose any more cards.”

“What cards?”

“One of the flower bouquets didn’t have a card,” you said. “It’s such a shame too, it’s a bouquet of bluebells.”

“Bluebells?”

“I love bluebells, they were my mother’s favorite,” you said and she hummed.

“I’m sure it’s there somewhere.”

“It’ll take me some time to send all those letters.”

“It’ll take you even more time if you try to do it in the evenings,” she said like a melody. “I’m sure you and Anthony enjoy doing things other than replying to letters at night.”

“Cece!” you whispered, unable to stop the giggle climbing up your throat and she wiggled her brows.

“What?” she asked. “You two have lost the track of time during your honeymoon and came back eleven days later, that says something. So now I must have the details, how was your honeymoon really?”

“It was…” you trailed off, that burning on your cheeks growing hotter and hotter. “It has been beyond anything I could’ve dreamed of.”

“And now that you’re back?”

“Well…” you trailed off, nibbling on your lip. “Even if I know that we have duties and such, our—our nights are quite busy.”

“Oh are they?”

“And our mornings too,” you admitted, unable to stop the smile on your face. “And um…just yesterday Anthony pulled me into his study just as I was walking past it and the other day at the library—” you paused and cleared your throat. “Do you think I should ask Aunt Lavinia about it?”

“About what?”

“Whether it’s normal that I…that I like it this much?” you asked in a whisper and she let out a clear laugh.

“It’s very normal.”

“But I can’t even focus on anything else!”

She heaved a dramatic sigh.

“And I can’t see you at all now that you’re married,” she mimicked you with a French accent, making you gasp as your jaw dropped.. “Why are we spending less time together? I thought we were best friends, Anthony can’t keep you all to himself!”

“In my defense, I was not aware that you were doing—” you stopped talking and made a face. “Ugh, you were doing that with my brother, gross!”

She rolled her eyes at you. “Y/N.”

“I don’t even want to think about it,” you grumbled. “But please do accept my biggest apologies for interrupting you quite often.”

“All forgiven,” she waved a hand in the air before she tilted her head. “Wait, did you just say you did that at the library?”

“We were at the very far back of the library!” you motioned with your hands in a haste, making her let out a laugh before she pulled you to the next shop.

“Details,” she said. “Now.”

Your trip to the shops had taken almost two hours before you and Cecily had decided it was time to go to the park. Luckily, there was a play that would be performed around the time you had arrived, as Penelope and Eloise had informed you, but Anthony and Elias were nowhere to be seen so you and Cecily had made your way to the opening where the play would take place, then took your seats.

“This brings back the memories,” Cecily told you and you giggled, then gasped when you saw Jane and Mr. Sinclair sitting close to the stage, side by side.

“Cece, do you see that?” you whispered and she turned her head, then scoffed a laugh.

“Well I bet you’re relieved you won’t be the main subject of his poems soon.”

“And also because they’re to be in love and very happy!” you whispered and turned when someone—

Anthony, took the seat beside yours.

“Hello mon amour!”

“My love,” he said and pressed a kiss on the back of your hand. “Hello Cece.”

“Anthony. Any chance you have seen my husband?”

“He’s on his way, he got stopped by Audley. He wanted to congratulate him for the baby.”

Cecily nodded and turned in her seat to talk to the Penelope while you elbowed Anthony, then nodded towards Jane and Mr. Sinclair.

“Anthony, look!”

“What am I looking at darling?”

“Jane and Mr. Sinclair!” you said. “I introduced them remember? And they seem to be very much in love already!”

“That’s good news at least.”

“And it’s all because I knew they would make such a lovely couple,” you said with your nose in the air, then fixed your hair in an exaggerated manner, “And I made sure they talked to each other on our engagement ball and that he asked her for a dance! Are you very proud of me?”

A smile warmed his face and a fond light flashed in his dark eyes as he tilted his head, his whole attention is on you.

“I am,” he said. “I always am.”

You could feel your heartbeat getting faster but before you could say anything, Elias flung himself on the seat beside Cecily’s.

“Dear God Audley can talk when he wants to,” he murmured. “Hello Chérie.”

“Hello Elias!”

“And hello my angel,” Elias entwined his fingers with Cecily before he touched her stomach. “How are you and my daughter?”

“Son,” you said, leaning forward so that he could see you better. “It’s going to be a boy, Elias.”

“It’s a girl and she’s going to take after her amazing mother and the world will be a better place for it,” Elias said. “That being said, Cece my angel, I think our daughter’s crib—”

“Your son’s crib.”

“Our daughter’s crib –you keep your mouth shut Y/N— should be made of oak tree because I asked around today, and everyone agrees it’s the best option.”

“To repeat, we have months until the baby gets here,” Cecily said. “Just in case you two have forgotten, a baby takes nine months to arrive.”

“Well I’m sure my daughter—”

“Son.”

“Chérie I swear to God…”

“How do you know it’s going to be a boy?” Anthony asked and you shrugged your shoulders.

“The same way I knew my friend Marie was having a boy and my other friend Josie was having a girl.”

Anthony blinked a couple of times. “…Are you a witch or something?”

You pulled your brows together. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“What?”

“People used to burn witches here in London?”

Elias put his hands over Cecily’s stomach as if trying to protect it. “Can you not talk about violence near my baby please?”

“The baby doesn’t have ears yet, Elias.” Cecily said helpfully and Elias shook his head.

“She will be afraid to visit those two in their violent home if they keep going like this Cece.”

“Violent?” You and Anthony asked at the same time and Elias shrugged his shoulders.

“Look at what you’re talking about. Burning witches.”

“It would explain a lot of things if you were a witch,” Anthony muttered more to himself and you scoffed.

“You don’t even believe in that.”

“Well no of course not, but there must be a reason why you end up being right all the time even in things that seem impossible to know.”

“The reason is that—” you were cut off when the play started and you stole a look at the stage, then leaned in closer to whisper into his ear. “The reason is that everyone must listen to me at all times, especially you. Considering I’m right all the time when it comes to future, and you rarely are.”

That fond smile curled his lips again and you turned your head to watch the play but Anthony seemed to have other plans. Not even a minute had passed that he touched your jawbone with his finger, making you turn your head to look up at him. A fire spread over your cheeks as you became painfully aware of just how many people had seen him do that, even though you were married, it was still—

You were still in public, and anything other than walking together with maybe you holding his arm was frowned upon.

He wasn’t supposed to touch you like that, but somehow you couldn’t even bring yourself to care what others would think.

“Aren’t you forgetting the one time I was right about what would happen in the future though?”

You blinked up at him a couple of times, trying to focus.

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” he said with a small smirk. “Remind me, what did you ask me the first time you and I were alone in my study?”

You pulled your brows together, straining your mind until the thought hit you and a smile lit up your face before you looked up at the sky and heaved a sigh, as if trying to remember.

“I asked you if my husband would love me.”

“And?”

“And you said…” you trailed off. “You said, ‘how could he not?’.”

“There you go.”

You nibbled on your lip, batting your lashes up at him.

“And does my husband love me?” you taunted him and he ran a knuckle over the back of your hand, awakening goosebumps on your arm. He leaned in to nuzzle into your hair, inhaling your scent before he lowered his head so that you could hear his low murmur.

“Your husband, my sweeting,” his breath caressed the shell of your ear and that familiar throb right between your legs came back, making you swallow thickly. “Is so in love with you that he can’t think of anything else but you.”

This—

This was very inappropriate to even think of in public.

You could feel the excitement rushing through you and you bit inside your cheek hard enough to hurt in hopes of it helping you focus, but it was impossible. You had never been able to focus on anything but Anthony even before you were married, and now that you were married, now that you knew just how good he could make you feel to the point of never ending bliss laced with pleasure, even attempting to pay attention to anything but him was out of the question.

You blinked up at him as he pulled back, the anticipation already making you breathless and his dark eyes slipped to your lips before snapping up to your eyes again.

“Um, can—” you stammered and stole a look at the stage before turning to him again, his gaze almost like a magnet to yours as you squirmed in your seat. “Can we go home after the play is over please?”

A mischievous smirk pulled at his lips and he raised his brows as if he was amused, then tapped your wrist.

“Come on, we’re leaving.”

“Now?” you whispered. “But the play—”

“I couldn’t care less about the play,” he nearly growled and stood up, pulling you by the wrist so that you could stand up with him, making Cecily and Elias turn their heads.

“What are you—?”

“We’ll see you two later,” Anthony said without so much as a pause and pulled you with him so that you could walk beside him, a giggle escaping from you as you tried to keep up with his long strides.

“Are we going home now?”

“Home is half an hour away darling, I’m not waiting that long.”

You pulled your brows together. “Oh,” you said, looking around. “Then I don’t understand I’m afraid. Where are we going?”

“The carriage.”

“But where will the carriage…” you started before the thought hit you and your jaw dropped, a gasp getting caught in your throat. “Anthony surely you’re jesting!”

“I’m not.”

“But that’s not—we can’t—” you protested, even the thought of doing what he suggested sending a fire all over your face despite the anticipation making your heartbeat speed up. “What if someone sees?”

“It’s a close carriage with curtains my siren, no one will see.”

“But what will you tell the coachman?”

“That we want a trip around the city and he will not stop the horses until we tell him to.”

“But—” you slowed down your steps as soon as you saw your carriage before you halted to a stop, making him stop as well. He turned around to shoot you a smirk before stepping closer to you, curling a finger under your chin so that you could look at him better.

“Yes?”

“What if,” you swallowed thickly, gazing up into his dark eyes. “What if someone hears?”

“Oh don’t worry sweeting,” he said with a small smirk and winked at you. “I can keep you quiet.”

You let out a giggle and bit on your lip, then nodded before he pulled you towards the carriage.

“We want a trip around the city, I’ll tell you when we’ll get back,” he told the coachman as he opened the door for you and held out his hand.

“In you go my love.”

You took his hand and went into the carriage with him following you, trying your hardest to contain the excited giggle threatening to spill from your lips. He slammed the door close and the carriage started moving at the same time he pulled you to his lap, making you squeal.

“This is highly inappropriate!” you said through giggles and he pulled you into a kiss before his lips went down to your neck, your eyes fluttering close as he dragged his fingertips under your silk skirts, his touch awakening fire on your bare legs.

“I’ve told you before my love,” he muttered to your neck, making you let out a breath. “I’m good with inappropriate.”

Chapter 41

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Tagged by @shivunin, thank you so much Mo! It's been so fun. Also a nightmare because I chose Aisling and my goodness someone make her shut up please. Referenced from Monster Fic (which is still getting views?? :"D Welp.), This one Radha fic , this prompt . Five minutes of silence for the one poop line that didn't make it to the final cut of this meme. Always remembered.

🦄✨ Aisling Lavellan ✨🦄

"We look like a swan and the ugly chick of a cuckoo.”

“I do. He’s just been mistreated. The Idiot started training him as a war horse, but it didn’t go well. He’s been beaten and whipped and given little food for too long, and relegated to do the work horse when he’s not. He just needs to learn that people can be trusted again, but he’ll be stronger and swifter than all the others, I’m sure.”

“Hey, I’m trying to stay in the role. I was told I’m a religious figure and I should behave! You’re ruining the mood, people need to think I’m the Herald of Andraste for real and that you can’t laugh! Stop, or I’ll have to sing a very lewd drinking song, you’ll laugh loudly, and they’ll all know!”

“I am aware I must sound like a child. But I believe people are good, deep down. And that everyone deserves a second chance.”

“In the case I’ll tragically fall to my death on horseback, I’ll leave a note to allow you to talk to my funeral and tell everyone that you told me so, is it all right?”

“The bad and the good, Cole. The good is better if there’s bad, like when it stops raining and the sun shines again, or when springs melts the snow and the flowers grow. But, humans can’t choose one, you know it. There must be snow and rain and thunder to make the flowers grow. I’m fine, don’t look at me. What do you want to do?”

“Honestly, I think all the time that you would have made a way better job as Inquisitor, if I hadn’t convinced the Keeper to send me and not you. You would have done a better job as First than I ever did, if… And I’m… I’m trying to prove that it’s not so, that I can be good too. Been doing it all my life, honestly.”

“Mh. I’m not really sure. Care to try again? For science?”

“You wished for a Cinderella, your Grace, but I am a bad one. You would know if you ever had paid more attention to anyone that’s not yourself.”

“But then, even if I feel nauseous and I hate everything and I would beg you to just take the title from me, I can’t take it, it’s too much and I’m just me… Then I remember that if I had run, I’d never met any of you, and you’ve all become family, and… And I do believe that we’re doing something good to the world. And that’s… That’s enough when the walls seems to loom upon me and I think that I can’t shoulder another impossible decision that shouldn’t be mine to take.”

“What if you explain and nothing changes? I know about loneliness, and of thinking you don’t deserve the love you get. You don’t have to face it alone.”

“I know. But I can still do some good, and the important people will remember me. I don’t care for the rest.”

“I’ve been alone ever since people started calling me the Herald of fucking Andraste, but I guess you wouldn’t understand being imposed by others a part that means nothing to you and you hate, right, Blackwall?”

“But if thinking he deserves another chance makes me a traitor, than be it. He’s more powerful than any of you realize. If you really think that hate and open hostility will ultimately save us all, I am glad to call myself a traitor and die as one.”

“No. You will let me finish. I know my shit, I am good at it, I am happy that you worry and care for me, really! I am and thank you for it, but this is getting ridiculous and I’m only doing worse because I’m stressed about you not trusting that I am competent and constantly watching me like… Like… Like a fucking vulture!”

Special mentions:

"Bad horsey!"

“Hey! I also have good days!”

Tagging: @ndostairlyrium @underneathestars @melisusthewee @rowanisawriter @pinayelf @zenstrike @inquisimer @heniareth and YOU!

#tagged petrel #15 lines of dialogue #aisling lavellan #I noted down everything not to get back at the fic again and I filled 3 pages in word #1790 words #my goodness Aisling you're chatty #back at you Mo it *has* been a nightmare #something I realized is that the most poignant lines on her are always said by other characters #... which is extremely in line with her #She'll talk you silly but will only speak about what negative she's feeling if she's VERY upset #and that Blackwall takes out the worst in her (in a good thing - not one she's happy to face but one she needs to face)

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Month 6 - Greenleaf

The morning hummed with heat, even before the sun was up. Nightfrost, with her thick, dark fur, was not looking forward to seeing how hot sunhigh was going to be. She had something she had to do though. Goldenstar peeked out of her den to grab a mouse from the fresh-kill pile and Nightfrost forced herself to leave the shade of the warrior’s den to meet her.

“Hey,” she said, “have a moment?”

“Sure thing,” Goldenstar purred, “What’s up?”

“Why don’t we talk in your den,” Nightfrost said with a wince.

Goldenstar nodded, “Totally.” She grabbed the mouse and led the way back to her den, Nightfrost following quietly behind. Once they were safely inside the cool confines of the burrow, Goldenstar settled down and gestured for Nightfrost to sit.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Well,” Nightfrost took a deep breath and tried to figure out where to begin, “I wanted to talk with you and try and make sure we understand each other. Specifically, with these new changes. I honestly wish you had consulted me about them.”

Goldenstar frowned slightly but nodded. “Right. I’m sorry I didn’t. In hindsight, that probably should have been my first move.” She winced sympathetically and looked down at her untouched meal.

“It’s alright,” Nightfrost said, feeling guilty already. “I just… I was talking with Russetfrond and Pantherhaze a while ago and they were worried about your decision.”

“Oh,” Goldenstar’s ears wilted. “What did they say?”

Nightfrost shifted awkwardly. “Um, Russetfrond thought it was bold of you to make such big changes so soon into your leadership, and Pantherhaze was worried about you leaving StarClan out of the recent ceremonies. He said he didn’t want you to forget the cats who gave you your lives but I assured him that wasn’t the case.”

“Good,” Goldenstar sighed in relief. “I definitely haven’t forgotten StarClan.”

“Right,” Nightfrost nodded, “But the thing is I didn’t know for sure because we hadn’t talked about it. So… I’d appreciate it if you passed this stuff by me in the future, at the very least so I can have your back when people ask questions.”

Goldenstar nodded thoughtfully for a moment, taking in and processing this information before she replied, “That makes sense. I promise I’ll be a better leader and rely on my deputy in the future. I’m sorry I didn’t think to do that in the first place.” She met Nightfrost’s eyes and Nightfrost saw the fire of conviction there.

“Thank you,” she smiled. “Like I said, it’s alright. I would love to know your thoughts behind the new changes and to what extent they go.”

“Of course,” purred Goldenstar. “Where should I start?”

Nightfrost hummed in thought. “Let’s start with the ceremonies,” she said. “You changed the words a lot and I think it has people worried that you’re going to abandon the traditional ones entirely.”

“Right,” Goldenstar winced. “It felt right in the moment but I can see how people would take it wrong.” Nightfrost didn’t speak, and after a moment Goldenstar continued. “I really just changed the words to make Scorchplume feel better about taking the oath. I can tell she’s used to feeling cornered and I didn’t want her to feel pressured into committing to cats she doesn’t believe in or like, feeling like she needed to die for us.”

“Isn’t that the point though?” Nightfrost countered. “A warrior should be willing to die for their Clan.”

Goldenstar shifted as she tried to articulate her thoughts. “Right, but Clan born cats have their whole apprenticeship to learn what that means and to really commit to that kind of dedication. If I had asked Scorch to promise it then, she would have, but the words would have been empty. She still needs time to understand what we have here is worth fighting for.”

Nightfrost hummed. “I suppose I can understand that. Okay, so what about the open borders?”

Goldenstar kneaded the ground with her paws anxiously. “Ah. Well, I thought about how Scorchplume wouldn’t have stayed if she hadn’t gotten to know us all and I wondered how many cats we drive away who might stick around if we let them.”

“But what about prey? We can’t afford to lose our prey to strangers.”

“Right now we can,” Goldenstar said stubbornly. “I mean the Clan used to be three, maybe four times this size and we still got on fine. There’s plenty of food right now and if a day comes that we do struggle to feed ourselves, we’ll address it then.”

Nightfrost made a noncommittal noise, mouth screwing to the side. “I suppose. I see your argument, but I know lots of cats won’t agree.”

“What do you think about it?” pressed Goldenstar.

Nightfrost paused before carefully deciding on, “I think it’s risky but maybe worth a try. We’ll have to see how it goes.”

“I guess we will,” Goldenstar nodded. “Is there anything else you wanted to know?”

“Not that I can think of,” Nightfrost shook her head. “Or- well… What do you think of Scorchplume? I can’t seem to get a read on her.”

Goldenstar softened a bit as she spoke. “I think she’s lonely. I think she’s scared. I think she has the potential to make a great warrior if she can find a home here. That’s all I want there, to make her feel welcome and safe so she can be herself.”

“I see.” Nightfrost nodded. After a moment, she added, “Do you think Yarrowshade fancies her?” Goldenstar’s eyes twinkled in a way that made Nightfrost feel like there was a game she was missing out on.

“Nah,” purred Goldenstar. “He likes to joke around with her, but there’s only one cat he swoons for.” Nightfrost blushed.

“Hey, stop that,” she half-joked.

“What, it's true!” Goldenstar teased. “He’s head over tail for you.” Nightfrost licked her whiskers and looked askance, ears hot with embarrassment. She didn’t like being the topic of gossip, even harmless gossip.

“Do you fancy him?” Goldenstar asked her, tilting her head.

“I’m… not sure,” Nightfrost said. “He’s very sweet, but… I’m not sure he’s someone I can rely on, you know?”

“Yeah,” Goldenstar winced. “But I think he’ll surprise you. He plays like he doesn’t care but he’s a hard worker deep down. And he’d do the work for you.” She grinned with a wink.

“Don’t say it like that,” Nightfrost laughed.

“What?!” Goldenstar feigned innocence but her laugh gave her away. “I’m just saying, I bet he’s very good at taking instruction.”

“Okay, I’m leaving,” Nightfrost said, standing up.

“Hey, no, no, I’m sorry,” snorted Goldenstar, reaching out a paw to stop her.

“It's fine, really,” Nightfrost smiled genuinely. She hoped the smile conveyed that her indignation was mostly a bit. “I should head out anyway. Thanks for talking with me.”

“Of course,” Goldenstar purred. “Any time. And I’ll try and reach out more often.”

“I really appreciate it,” said Nightfrost before stepping out into the blistering heat. She squinted against the light but, spotting Yarrowshade, she decided now as good a time as any to set up the patrols for the day.

“Hey, Yarrowshade,” she called, “You feel like hunting?”

“With you?” he asked, brightening, “Always.” She smiled, struck by the earnestness of his dopey grin. Maybe she would have to reconsider her feelings about him.

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