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wolfjackle-creates · 11 months

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Ghost!Robin Part 13

THE DINNER ENDS!!!!!! Dear god, I need to write something that has less than seven characters present in the currently-being-written scene. This segment will be a bit longer than most previous ones simply because I was so close to the end.

Story Summary: Danny was invited to dinner at Wayne Manor to meet Jazz's boyfriend and his family for the first time. He worked hard to make sure no ghost business would interrupt the evening. But when he arrived, all he could focus on was the ghost of the dead Robin that seemed to haunt Jason. Looks like he was breaking his promise.

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“Look, I’ve faced both an evil future version of me and have had to deal with mind control.” He looked to Bruce and, serious now, said, “As soon as the Anti-Ecto Acts are repealed and the Guys in White disbanded, I will help you write those plans myself.”

Bruce gave a single nod. “Do you know what caused you to turn evil in the alternate time stream?”

Danny sighed and nodded. “Believe it or not, I cheated on a standardized exam.”

“Okay, what?” asked Tim, incredulous. “What sort of 2000s PSA life do you live? How did that lead you down the path to evil?”

Danny frowned. “I got caught, my teacher met with Jazz, my partners, and my parents at a local restaurant to discuss it. There was an explosion and the entire place blew up killing every single person I was close to. I was then sent to live with Vlad where things got worse.”

Duke let out a low whistle. “Damn. I think I’d go evil, too, under that pressure.”

Robin flew over to him and draped himself over Danny’s back, hugging him as tightly as he could. Jazz reached over and gripped his hand. He gave her a smile and squeezed back.

Bruce nodded. “But it sounds like a future that is unlikely to happen again.”

“Grandpa says the same thing. And since he’s the Ghost of Time, I try to believe him.”

Tim made a noise of agreement. “Be glad you have that assurance. I’ve an evil future self as well. He’s such an asshole.”

Danny forced a laugh, recognizing the attempt at levity. “I’m sure. How’d you get yours to go away?”

He shrugged. “The obvious way. Threatened to kill myself so I could never grow up into him.”

Dick spluttered from his spot next to Damian. “I’m sorry, you did what? Tim! How could you?”

Tim shrugged. “Better than having an evil, gun-using Batman running around.”

Bruce was now sitting with his head in his hands. The rest of the table also started yelling at Tim, the references and names making no sense to Danny who looked over to Jazz. She just shrugged at him.

Leaning over, he whispered in her ear, “At least your in-laws won’t be too freaked out when weird things happen around you.”

She laughed. “Yeah. Honestly, I’m glad this is how the evening ended. It means no more secrets between Jason and me.”

“Guys, enough!” shouted Tim. “Look, I’m fine. This happened ages ago. But I promise I’ll update my incident report so you can all snoop on it later. Now, if you’ve all forgotten, we have guests. And ones who can help us with our League troubles. Danny, you had questions about the Lazarus pits?”

“Yeah, uh, you said it can be used to heal people? How does that work?” To Jason, he added, “And how did you interact with it?”

“I was dunked in it,” said Jason with a shrug. “After I’d been revived. I wasn’t in my right mind and Damian’s mom thought it might help.”

Robin nodded and signed something.

Dick translated for the ghost. “Baby Jason says the pit tied him and Big Jason together, but also prevented them from actually combining into one person again.”

Danny looked between them. “You were submerged in a pool of bubbling ectoplasm? How the hell did that not kill you? That shouldn’t be possible for a human. I doubt it’d be good for a ghost!” No wonder his future brother-in-law was split in two. That was probably the best that could be expected.

Danny hadn’t even realized how hard he was projecting concern until Robin trilled back at him to calm him down. Danny took a deep breath and pulled in his aura. “Sorry, Robin. I do think I’d like to get you both in to see my doctor as soon as possible, though.”

Jazz cleared her throat. “We can discuss that at home.”

Bruce stared at him. “Do you think they can help Jason?”

Danny shrugged. “He knows the most about ghost-human hybrids of anyone. If anything can be done, he’ll know.”

“I will go with you,” Bruce said.

Danny immediately shook his head. “Nope. I won’t bring anyone from Earth into the Realms until the Anti-Ecto acts are repealed. And only Jason can invite people to his private medical check up.”

Steph pouted. “But Jason is from Earth. Sure, he’s got some weird thing going on, but why does he get to go exploring other dimensions?”

“Cause he’s dead. He belongs to the Infinite Realms just as much as he belongs to Earth. I’m not gonna block someone from accessing their home.”

“I’m not dead!” yelled Jason. “I’m alive.”

Danny winced. He’d have to talk to Jazz about that. Death wasn’t really a thing that could be recovered from. Not fully. But it wasn’t his place to tell Jason he was still dead if he wasn’t ready to hear that. Jazz or Frostbite could have that conversation. “Of course you’re alive. And Earth is your home, too. But you’ve got one in the Realms if you ever need or want it. Think of it like dual citizenship.”

“I don’t want it.”

Danny sighed. “Look, then the part of you that is manifesting as Robin has a place there and you two can’t be separated so you’re allowed to follow him. It’s the only way I’ll be able to get you in to see the best doctor to help you out.”

“Jason,” Jazz spoke gently and rested her hand on his forearm, “you’re still alive. Nothing about your situation has changed. You just have some more information and more help. Which is a good thing.”

Jason frowned and didn’t answer, choosing instead to glare at his dinner plate.

No one else spoke up until Alfred cleared his throat. “Well, I believe that we should wrap the conversation up here. We’ve all received quite a lot of information and will need some time to review it and consider our next steps.”

Danny nodded. “Yeah, I think— Wait, um, before we end this, would you have a sample of the Lazarus Water I could take to Frostbite?” At the confused looks he was given, he added, “The doctor I mentioned. I think it’d help him figure out how best to help Jason and Robin.”

Bruce exchanged looks Danny couldn’t interpret with Damian and Tim before speaking. “We’ll have to discuss it. Would we be able to give you our answer in two days? At the very least, we’d like to have the report from your friend first.”

Danny shrugged. “Sure. The sooner the better, though. I’ll call Tucker on the way to Jazz and Jason’s. We’ll put something together for you tonight. I’m not sure exactly how long it’ll take, though. Depends on how much sleep Tuck’s running on.”

Bruce merely nodded.

Dick laughed and got to his feet. “Well, it’s been an absolute pleasure getting to know you. Welcome to the craziness of the Wayne family. It sounds like Jazz and you will fit right in. Let me walk you out.”

His words seemed to be a signal to the rest of the family. Most of whom also rushed over to try and insist on walking them out.

Until Jason shouted, “Enough! We don’t need a crowd to follow us to Jazz’s car. You can say goodbye from here just as easily.”

Dick pouted but acquiesced. Only after pulling Jason into a hug, though. Jason forced Dick to let him go only for Robin to rush in and take his place to Dick’s delight. After separating, they signed something to each other that had Jason blushing and scowling.

And then Dick moved on to hug Jazz, then Danny. “Come back anytime,” he told Danny. “Whether or not those two are with you. B meant it when he said you would have a room here.”

But then Steph was pushing Dick to the side to give Danny a hug as well. “What’s your phone number? I so want whatever blackmail you get on Jason. And I’ll share some of what I have.”

Danny laughed, but did agree to exchange numbers before the Duke was in front of him.

“Dude, you have to come by more often. It’s so annoying being the only meta around here.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Danny promised.

When Tim came over, he insisted on adding both Danny and Jazz to some of the family group chats. “If you give me your sister’s number, I’ll add her in, too.”

Jazz shook her head. “We’ll have to confirm she wants to be added in first. And ask her if she’d like an introduction to Superboy.”

“His name’s Kon. Kon-El. I’ll message him tonight, too. I’m sure he’d love to meet her.”

“Dani will say yes,” said Danny, “but she doesn’t always reply right away. We’ll let you know as soon as we hear from her.”

Then Tim was being pushed aside by Barbara who wanted to make sure he knew how to send them the information about ghosts and the Realms. And Cass was waving goodbye.

Bruce was the last of the group to approach them. “Remember, if you ever need a place to stay or want to lay low, you can come here any time. Even if you just want a warm meal. Your sister as well.”

“Thanks, Bruce,” said Jazz. “We do really appreciate that. You don’t have to offer it.”

“But I want to. Jason…” he trailed off before trying again. “I would like it if you kept me informed with any updates to your condition.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “Right, because you want to know how much of a liability I am.”

If anything, Bruce’s face became more closed off at those words. “That’s not… Hn.”

Robin rolled his eyes, somehow visible despite his mask, and flew over to hug Bruce around the waist. Danny couldn’t make sense of the expression Bruce wore as he looked down at the ghost and though his arms twitched, he didn’t return the hug.

Alfred smoothly stepped forward before anyone could say anything. “Well, now that the goodbyes have all been said, I will walk you four out.”

Jason shook his head. “You don’t have to, Alfie. I know the way.”

“Of course you do, Master Jason. But I insist. We’ll stop by the kitchens and I’ll send you home with leftovers.”

Danny tried to hide his smile as Jason merely turned and walked in the direction of the kitchens. It seemed no one argued against Alfred. Once in the kitchens, they were given so much food to take home it required all three to carry it, then Alfred was leading them out a side door which brought them to the drive where Jazz’s car was parked.

Jazz nudged him and nodded her head towards the car. Danny nodded and followed her in while Jason, Alfred, and Robin remained outside to talk for a minute.

Danny took the back seat and met Jazz’s eyes in the rear-view mirror.

She gave him a wry smile and said, “What a night, huh?”

Danny snickered before bursting out into full-on laughter, Jazz joining a breath behind him.

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Tim totally spilled the beans about Gun Batman to get people distracted from Danny. He's just being a good new friend.

I'm thinking I'll put this on a temporary hiatus as I work through how I want arc two to go. I know the story beats, but the pacing will absolutely have to change. Not gonna spend 16k words on a single evening again! (Did you guys realize it was that long? I certainly did. XP) In the meantime, I'll keep working on Bring Me Home and rewriting the Wrong Number AU.

Bonus points to anyone who can guess my favorite line from this segment!

And sorry for not replying to comments on the post from two weeks ago. I got caught up in irl stuff and wasn't able to get around to it.

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yuis-art · 10 months

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🏋🏼‍♀️ Gym Trainer!Abby x Fem! Plus size Reader 🏋🏼‍♀️

Part 2!

< Hi everyone! Sorry it took me so long to make a part 2! <3 I got a little busy with work and stuff! But without further ado here u go!! Also I May draw something for this! Like I could draw scenes for u guys and imma post them with the fics! >

Word count: 1.5k!

Proof read: a little!

No use of y/n!

Part one: here!

Part three: here!

< btw sorry if my writing is a bit wonky! I never really written fanfics before!! >

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You’re sitting in your car, contemplating; waiting on Nora to get here. You text her.

You: Nora? You here? I’m not walking in unless you’re here.

Nora: sorry i won’t be there today! Something came up, i got called into work, sorry dude. :/

Your face drops. ‘Oh my god oh my god, i have to take the class by myself, NONONO.’ You begin thinking and you end calming yourself down.

You: it’s ok :((!

Nora: I’m sorry girl, but you got this, i promise abby is nice. She’s cool. Trust 🤞🏾

You look at the door and sigh hevaily in the car. “Ok.” You get out and grab your gym bag and your phone. Your making your way to the doors and peek in only a little. It’s nice. The walls are a soft blue with a light pale yellow mix. It’s pretty small but you’re glad, at least it’s not huge gym. “Hi! How are you?” A girl at the front desk smiles at you. “H-hi.” You walk in and adjust your bag. “I-I’m looking for Abby.”

“Yeah, just sign in right here and then just head down that hall and turn to your left!” She smiles and walks away to help another member. You sign and make your way down the hall.

It’s an all white room, more like an office? There’s a tiny desk in the corner of her gym room. It’s a pretty big room tho, enough for a class of 6, but it’s only you here so far. Where’s Abby?

You look around the small room, and head towards her desk. She has pictures of her and what you assume is her dad.

You look around and grab it. “Aww.”

You sit it back down and as soon as you turn around Abby is standing there watching you again.

“You’re early.” She says and she walks towards you. “S-sorry I didn’t mean to snoop through your things!” She comes closer. “Chill it’s ok. I don’t mind.” She smiles softly and reaches over looming over you again to adjust her and her dads picture. You back up into the desk a little while she leans over you. She smells so good. Her hair smells like pine.

She leans back, but she’s still close to you. “I see you chose the blue.” She chuckles. ‘Even her laugh Is sexy.’ You think. “Y-yeah. I had too. I mean… if you thought I looked good in this one.” You smile and advert your eyes from her again. “I-I like the one you chose too!” You say speaking up a little. She’s wearing an orange gym wear. Which is really showing off her physic to a T. She smiles. “Thank you pretty.”

Your face turns hot. ‘There’s no way she is flirting with me right now.’ You think to yourself.

“If you want to we can do a warm up before everyone gets here.” She points to the mats on the floor, “let’s do stretches.” Abby smiles and walks across the room grabbing mats. “Ok!” You say eagerly.

You walk over to her and watch her closely. Her arms, the way she lays the mats. “Here sit.” She says as she gets on the yellow mat and then points to the black one next to hers. You walk over and cross your legs and sit and watch her. You’re honestly excited. I mean this girl hasn’t done anything and it’s already motivating you.

“So..” she says stretching her torso while she sits in place.

You repeat after her. “Soo..”

“How did you meet Nora?” Abby says as she watches you repeat her movements.

“We met in high-school! She told me you guys use to be dorm mates in college..?”

Abby smiles and nods her head. “Yeah. She talks about you a lot. But I never got a chance to ever see you.” “Same here.” You say agreeing with Abby. You both sit there in comfortable silence.

Occasionally looking at each other. Abby looks like she wants to ask you something but she’s so nervous. You see her blushing, cheeks getting redder.

“Can I ask you something.” Abby says breaking the silence, but that’s when her other students walk in. You look up at her. “Talk to me after class I wanna talk more.”

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Class ends and as your grabbing your bag. Abby taps your shoulder. “How did you like it?” Abby says. Your clearly out of breathe even if it was a beginner exercise. You stand up straight wiping your face with your towel. “I honestly liked it! You give me so much motivation Abby. You’re so cool. And the way you teach oh my gosh, it’s so relaxing.” You’re smiling at her and Abby blushes. Did you say something bad? “Oh.. I’m sorry! I just get a little excited about things-“ “N-no you’re completely fine! I appreciate it really. You’re so cute.” You smile widely, and hide your face in your hands. Your melting. This women is making you melt, and you barely know her. “Hey.. hey!” Abby is waving her hand in front of your face. She gently places her palm on your hand and moves it away from your face. She chuckles. “Are you thereee?” Her face is so close. You see the details on her. Her freckles, her ocean eyes. The way her nose scrunches when she smiles. “I-I’m sorry. I Just. Listen Abby. I know we kinda just met, but if you don’t mind me asking.. are you flirting with me?” Abby’s eyes widened and she backs away a little. “And if I was..?” She looks away shyly. “Oh my gosh..” you knew you weren’t delusional. “Abby-“ “Um.. listen I have to go, but I’ll see you next week right?” “R-right..” you say. You watch Abby grab her bags and her gym equipment. “Wait.” You say. Abby looks at you. “What were you gonna ask?”

“Oh uh.. if you wanted.” She struggles “We could have one on one sessions where it’s just us. We could talk more.”

Your eyes widened. “I would. I would like that!” You smile and Abby looks shocked. “Really? Ok! Um.. I’ll shoot you a text, but if I forget, don’t be shy and just text me ok!” Abby smiles and winks as she leaves the small room.

You get your phone out. Immediately texting Nora.

You: Nora!?!!!

Nora: yessss?

You: Girl. I think Abby likes me.

Nora: not to be a teller but

Nora types.

Nora: she’s been texting me about you, she was wondering if you’re single and I told her yes, and ever since then she hasn’t asked me anything about you since.

Your eyes widened.

You: WHATTT OMGOMGOMGOMG

Nora: yesss girl, she literally texted me the day u bought the workout clothes, she sent me a pic of you in line and was wondering if it was you or not, I think she’s been liking you since I showed her a pic of you when we were dorm-mates?

You: TELL HER DONT BE SHY TO MAKE A MOVE

Nora: why don’t you txt her?

You: cause I’m a pussy, TAHTS WHY!

Nora: dude.

You: FINE..

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A couple of hours pass. You grab your phone, your fingers hovering over you and Abby’s chat. You haven’t texted her but it doesn’t hurt to say hi.

You: Hey!

You look at the text and tap your index finger on your phone.

“NOO… to excited.” You take off the exclamation.

You: hey

“Too formal damn.” You say pressing backspace.

You: Hey! <3

“Well… fuck it.” You send it. You turn off your phone and walk around your apartment. You’re tapping your feet.

A ting rings from your phone.

It’s Nora. She sent you a TikTok. Your head hangs back and you throw your phone. “Ugh. I need to distract myself.” You start cooking anytging you can find.

Seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours. You’re watching a movie and then you hear a ting.

Abby: Hey, what’s up? :)

Your face goes blank your hands start to sweat. “Oh my gosh oh my gosh. Uhhh… be chill.”

You: Nothing much! Just had a question about the one on one sessions. What days did u want me to show up!

Abby: how about, Monday thru Thursdays?

You: ok that’s fine! :)

Abby: Cool cool :)

You’re staring at your phone, you don’t know what to do or say.

She’s typing.

Abby: So what are you up to Rn?

You: nothing, why?

Abby: wanna grab something? My treat :)

Your face gets hot. Is she asking you out?

You: yes omg ofc, I would love to hang out with you more. :)

“Smooth, keep it smooth.” You say and you grab a pillow and squeeze it.

Abby: meet me here!

She sends you a location.

Abby: unless you want me to come get you. I don’t mind.

“Hmm.. ride in Abby’s car.. or take your own..” you think for a moment.

You: I don’t mind riding with you. :)

Abby’s typing but she’s taking a minute to respond.

Abby: Ok, send me ur place and I’ll be there In a hour.

You: Ok! :))

You think for a moment and then you stand up. You’re shaking “oh my gooooddd, I’m freaking out so bad, is this a date? Would this count as a date?” You look at the time. “I don’t know what it is but all I know is I have to get ready!” You rush to the restroom.

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jessicaloons · 2 months

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Chapter 37:

I think I am finally clean…

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It was raining. In Monaco. In August. When it was decided that I wanted to go talk to Diaz we called his Doctor to set up a meeting. That he asked us to come the next day was scary and Charles asked me if I was sure and if I needed more time, but no. It was decided. The flights were booked, the hotel reserved. And then the rain came pouring down. The whole way to the airport. The flight. The way to the hotel. Rain. Dark and cloudy sky.

It almost felt like a sign. The universe telling me to not go there. To not go see him. But this little voice in the back of my mind was a bitch. Telling me to go. Telling me to listen to him. I was nervous. Anxious. Scared. Angry. Desperate. Devastated. I didn’t know how to feel. I didn’t know what to do. Neither knew Charles. He sat on one of the armchairs, watching me watching the rain outside our window.

"Cara mia?" he asked after a while and I turned a little, looking at him "Let’s order something to eat? Maybe watch a movie?"

"I’m not hungry." I mumbled, turning my back at him again, continuing staring outside, watching the lightning bolts chasing after each other in the darkening sky.

"Lizzie…" he whispered, standing right behind me and I flinched "Hey!" he turned me around, gently grabbing my chin, tilting my head upwards "We don’t have to go there… we can fly back home tomorrow and by Thursday we’re already on the boat. Leaving for the summer."

"No. I want to go. I want to talk to him…" my voice was raspy and weak "I want to know why…" I stopped. Body shaking. The thoughts of what Diaz put me through all coming back in my mind.

"Okay. But you need all your strength and power…" he kissed my cheek and I slowly nodded "Burger and Fries? Or Pizza?"

"Umm…" I bit my lip, thinking about it.

"Both it is…" Charles chuckled and walked over to the phone "And I think a chocolate milkshake sounds also pretty good, no?"

"Perfect." I smiled at him and sat down on the sofa, pulling my knees up to my chest, when he sat down next to me, he pulled me into him.

"You’re shaking… and I can hear your heart practically beating from here…" Charles whispered and I burried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent, calming down immediately.

"I’m okay… or I will be… you’re here." I mumbled.

"I’m not leaving your side for a single moment." he kissed the top of my head and I nodded slowly.

"Good, because I think I can’t do it alone."

The drive from the hotel to the psychiatric hospital outside of Madrid felt like an eternity. My leg was bouncing nervously, Charles’ hand on my thigh, rubbing soothing circles on it to calm me down. I saw on the screen that we would arrive in 32 minutes and I felt my insides churning. 32 minutes. The time was ticking away so slowly that I closed my eyes, leaning back. Humming a melody that was stuck in my head. After a while I started to sing. Quietly. Only for myself to hear I thought. Only to calm myself down.

"I always loved it when you were singing…" Charles whispered after a while and I looked at him with big eyes "You have a beautiful voice, cara mia. I said it a million times before…"

"Oh stop…" I chuckled a little, looking out the window again.

"I’ll stop when you continue to sing." he stated and I sighed a little, but then continued. Charles grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles, calming me down even more. When the navigation system let us know that we arrived at our destination all calmness was gone, replaced by anxiety. The guard at the gate asked our names and then the big and heavy looking iron gate opened up, revealing a long driveway up a hill, the psychiatric hospital on top of it. As soon as we parked I felt my anxiety grow even more, the skin at my nape prickling, goosebumps erupting. I swallowed hard and Charles looked at me.

"Lizzie, you don’t have to do this. No one would think less of you. Just because he wants to talk to you, doesn’t mean that you have to grant him his wish. We can go home. Forget about it." he took my hands in his and I closed my eyes.

"I’m not giving him the satisfaction that he won…" my voice became hoarse.

"He didn’t win, Lizzie. You did. You are here. Free. He’s locked up. You won." he squeezed my hands and I looked at him.

"I don’t want to look weak…" I began but Charles shook his head.

"You’re the strongest person I know! What he did to you? And still you decided to come here! You are so brave, cara mia."

"You come in with me, right? I don’t want to face him alone…" I said hesitantly, but Charles gently leaned his forehead against mine.

"I would never let you go in there alone!"

"Thank you…" I sighed and he nodded.

"Okay, are you ready?" he mustered me for a moment and I nodded "Then let’s go." he got out of the car, walked around it and opened my door, holding his hand out "I’m with you. Every step of the way."

Charles held my hand tight as we walked to the entrance, a security guard nodding at us, a buzzer rang out, opening the doors. At the front desk a nurse was waiting for us.

"Señora Doetterer, Señor Leclerc, Dr. Martínez is already awaiting you. I’ll take you to him." she smiled at us, then pointed at the front desk "You have to sign into our visitor book and wear these." she handed us a visitor pass each, which I tried to clip to my jacket, with my shaky hands but I failed and Charles helped me, before he did the same with his, then I took the pen to sign into the book but my hand was shaking too much and I dropped the pen.

"Here, let me do that." Charles picked up the pen and signed us both in, then he grabbed my hand again and looked at me for "Do you need a moment?"

"No, I’m okay." I shook my head and he looked at me intently, before he nodded.

"Okay, then let’s go." he turned to look at the nurse and we followed her.

The hallway was long. White. Bright neon light from above. Our steps echoed from the walls. Every door was locked with a keypad. It was quiet. Too quiet. The air smelled somewhat burned, mixed with disinfectant. The whole place felt sinister. We stopped in front of an elevator and the nurse called it down with a keycard. We stepped in, letting it take us to the second floor, still following the nurse. She turned left and stopped in front of a door, then she knocked and opened the door. I walked in first, quickly followed by Charles.

"Ah! Miss Doetterer, Mr. Leclerc, take a seat, please! I’m Dr. Martínez." a middle aged man in dark blue slacks, white button down and a grey sports jacket got up from his chair and walked around the table, shaking our hands "Thank you, Inez, I call you in as soon as we need you."

"Of course, Dr. Martínez." the nurse replied and closed the door behind us.

"Thank you for coming today, Miss Doetterer." he sat back down, a friendly smile on his face "And of course, thank you too, Mr. Leclerc. It’s always better if a confrontation like today happens when the… the victim has some emotional but also physical support by their side."

"How will this confrontation look like? Is he locked behind bars? I’m not letting him get close to Lizzie." Charles said and Dr. Martínez nodded.

"I understand your concerns, Mr. Leclerc. I assure you, you both will be save. He is chained to the chair he’s sitting on. Me and another nurse will be by his side, while you two will sit at the other side of the table." he explained.

"The moment I sense any form of discomfort for Lizzie, I will end this whole thing and we leave." Charles squeezed my hand tightly.

"Of course! Now, as I told you already on the phone, Salva suffers from a plethora of mental illnesses. He has tendencies to a bipolar disorder as well as a strong obsession with you Lizzie, it goes that far to be considered as an illness called erotomania. It is a relatively uncommon paranoid condition that is characterized by an individual's delusions of another person being infatuated with them. He talked about how he saw you at press conferences and that he could feel how you were flirting, being affectionate towards him, but when he confronted you, you denied your infatuation with him. In his mind you did things that showed him that you were interested but just too shy to admit it. I think he tried to lure a confession out of you, by asking highly sexualised questions, hoping you would finally admit your feelings. When you instead of confirming his fantasies getting him banned from the paddock, his love and admiration turned into rage and obsession. In his mind you were forbidding him of his love for you. His object of desire became the manifestation of his hatred."

"But why does he want to talk to me then? Why does he want to see me then? When he hates me?" I almost whispered.

"He seemed remorseful, when he told me everything. He talked about how he realised that the way he pursued you was wrong. Maybe he sees this as his absolution. Apologising to you. Explaining why he did what he did."

"Okay." I looked down on the floor, a little ink stain underneath the table was suddenly all too interesting.

"I suggest you let him talk, let him say what he has to say, from then on we’ll see how to progress." Dr. Martínez got up but Charles held up his hand.

"To make this clear. We’re not here for his sake. We’re here for Lizzie. For her peace of mind. For her to find closure. When I see that this confrontation is taking its toll on her, we’re out. I don’t care if he’s in the middle of a heartfelt apology or whatever. I don’t care for him. If this doesn’t benefit Lizzie, we’re leaving. Again, if I sense just the slightest of discomfort for her, the session is done. We will leave immediately. I don’t care if he finds absolution. He can rot in hell for what it’s worth, if it were up to me." Charles looked at the doctor with stormy eyes. His grasp on my hand comforting me, grounding me.

"Mr. Leclerc, I understand that you want to protect your girlfriend. But a negative, hostile attitude won’t be helpful. Maybe you should wait outsi-…"

"No. I stay by her side, or we’re leaving immediately. Again. We’re here for Lizzie. And only Lizzie. If that’s a problem for you, say it now and we see ourselves out." Charles stood his ground and the way he defended me gave me a sense of security, comfort. I squeezed his hand and he looked at me, smiling encouraging "These are our conditions. It’s up to you now."

Dr. Martínez looked between us, then sighed.

"Please follow me." he pushed a button on his phone and a moment later the door opened and Inez, the nurse from before, smiled at us.

"Salva is waiting for you, Dr."

With every step we took I felt more and more sick. My breathing was ragged, vision blurry. The only thing keeping me going and steady was Charles next to me, holding me close by the waist with one hand, his other hand had my hand in a tight grip.

"I want you to hold my hand in there, the whole time. I want you to squeeze my hand as hard as you can when it’s getting too much, then we’re leaving. You are the strongest person I know, just coming here was so incredibly brave of you!" he whispered reassuring into my ear and I nodded slightly "I’m here, you’re not alone. He can’t hurt you anymore, he can’t hurt anyone anymore, okay?"

"Okay…" I whispered back and we stopped in front of a door.

"Ready?" Dr. Martínez asked and I nodded "Alright." he opened up the door with his keycard and we waited for the buzzer, as soon as it rang out he pushed the door open, stepping inside.

I took one last deep breath, Charles smiling at me, and followed the doctor, Charles right at my back. We sat down and I held my head down, starring at the floor.

"What? You don’t even want to look at me and say hi?" Salva’s voice was like ice running through my veins.

"Salva." Dr. Martínez scolded him and he sighed.

"Hello Lizzie. Hello Charles. Thank you for coming here today." he didn’t sound remorseful, he sounded almost bored.

"Salva, why don’t you tell Lizzie and Charles what you told me, how you regret what you did. How you want to be better."

"Ahhh yeah… that story. See. I don’t think I need to be better… I just wanted an opportunity to talk to Lizzie and where Lizzie goes, Charles follows, isn’t that right" Diaz chuckled and looked at me and then Charles Diaz looked at him, straight in the eyes "By the way. How did you like my little gift on Bianchi’s death day?" he smirked and my eyes widened.

The article from the Spanish newspaper. I was right. It was him. I felt Charles tensing up next to. He tried to not show any emotions but I felt his hand tremble slightly.

"I got over it." he pressed out through clenched teeth.

"Good for you. Really!" Diaz replied, turning his head a little, looking at me as if he waited for me to say something "Oh come on, Lizzie. You came… that means you want to talk. You want to hear my story. You want to…"

"Why?" I interrupted him, my voice barely a whisper.

"Why?" he looked at me and I nodded.

"Why do you want to talk to me? Do you want to explain yourself? Apologise…?" I asked.

"Apologise? No. No definitely not… But I want to tell you my side of the story… why I did what I did… why everything that has happened to you and your family are the consequences of your own doing…"

"Why you did what you did? You started this whole shit just because I rejected you! Back in 2019! In Assen!"

"2019? No. This started earlier. Way earlier. In 2009 to be precise." his smile made me shiver and I looked to Charles, confusion evident on his face as well.

"2009?" I repeated and Diaz nodded.

"Lizzie didn’t know you back then." Charles said and Diaz looked at him.

"Oh, but she did. You as well…" he stated, laughing at the confusion evident on our faces "You see, I’m from a very traditional and conservative family. We don’t think that girls should race… so of course, when we race against a girl, we have to win. Because a girl can’t be better than us. But there was this little annoying brat, always laughing and smiling, charming everyone, fellow drivers, parents, journalists, even racing directors…"

"Just because Lizzie was nice to everyone doesn’t mean that she was charming the race directors!" Charles interrupted and Diaz laughed.

"Oh Charlie boy. Still the big, old guard dog. Funny how nothing has changed." he leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head "Let’s just say, Japan wasn’t the first time your fist hit my face."

"What do you mean?" I asked him and he chuckled.

"Remember when you were disqualified from that race in Italy…"

"… because I punched David…" Charles replied and I remembered that day.

"David Salvador Castro Diaz. David Castro then… Salva Diaz now. Oh you should see the look on your faces. Priceless."

"So you couldn’t beat Lizzie in karting. That’s the reason you did all this?" Charles gently squeezed my hand under the table, when he felt how I tensed up.

"I could beat her, I just never had the chance to. Not when the others were guarding you on track that nothing could happen to our little princess. Not when the race directors where favouring you. My dad was seething. I was a shame for him, he told me more than once. All the money he invested, for me to be beaten by a little girl. No, he couldn’t keep on doing that. He stopped supporting me, so I had to stop karting. Because of you, my dream got destroyed."

"No one protected me on track! How many races did I not finish because some asshole couldn’t handle the fact that I was better and drove straight into me, sending me off track! No, you had the chance to beat me, but you just weren’t good enough." my voice was shaky but I stood my ground, looking at him.

"As long as you believe it. I know the truth. I lost everything. My own father was so ashamed of me that he never supported me in anything ever after. And then I had to witness how you made your way up the series. You both. But at least I knew that you weren’t ever going to make it into F1." Diaz looked at me, grinning like the devil.

"You became a journalist to get your revenge?" I asked confused and he laughed.

"No. I wanted to work in motorsports, after all it still was my biggest passion. A passion you took away from me. I studied sport journalism and during my fifth semester I made an internship at Marca and was sent to some lower Formula races. And who did I bump into out of all people at a F2 race? You. After winning Monaco in 2017. I saw how people were talking about you. How great you were. What a good race you had. I was seething. You didn’t even recognise me. I saw you after that weekend again and again. I even asked you some questions but you didn’t recognise me, how could you, always looking at your little prince with heart eyes? I remember the first time when you were asked if you were a couple and you denied it. Part of me thought you just didn’t want everyone to know, but there was this other part that knew it was because of me. Because when I asked my questions, you were so sweet and kind! Always a joke on your lips and a smile that made everyone feel special. But I knew it was only for me. You just didn’t knew it yet."

"No! It wasn’t just for you! That’s how I am! I told you in Assen! I told you that I am like this! I try to be nice to everyone! It never was just for you! I didn’t want to make you feel special!" I was getting furious, my voice almost trembling.

"Oh come on Lizzie! That little fighting back you did in Assen? Who are you kidding? It wasn’t even noticeable, otherwise guard dog Charle would’ve come down and save you, isn’t that right? You watched me kiss her and you didn’t see anything wrong about it. So you just let it be." Diaz smirked at Charles who paled a little.

"No! NO! It wasn’t like that! I saw you lean in for the kiss and then kissing her and turned away. I didn’t watch it! But I regret it! Every damn second of my life I regret that I wasn’t man enough to stay there. It was my own fault that it could get this far. Would I just have told you what I felt for you I sure as hell would’ve jumped over the banister when I saw him kissing you." Charles voice now trembling when he looked at me. I squeezed his hand a little and shook my head.

"It wasn’t your fault. Nothing of it. I could’ve told you how I felt as well but didn’t do it!"

"How you felt for him? But still you kissed me?" Diaz laughed.

"I didn’t kiss you-…" my head snapped into his direction.

"Of course you did! That first kiss! You didn’t-…"

"THAT WAS MY FIRST KISS EVER! I WAS SHELL SHOCKED! I COULDN’T MOVE! I WAS PETRIFIED! MY HEAD WAS EMPTY! AND YOU PUSHED ME AGAINST THE WALL! AGAINST MY WILL! WHEN I TRIED TO PUSH YOU OFF OF ME YOU GRINNED AND STARTED TOUCHING ME ALL OVER! I DIDN’T WANT THAT!" I screamed at him and for the first time the mad smile disappeared from his face.

"I didn’t want any of it! I never had feelings for you! I never gave you hidden signals! I never flirted with you! Nothing! You took my first kiss away from me! Forcefully! You groped me! I had bruises afterwards! And nothing of it was consensual! NOTHING!" I looked at him in disgust, tears threatening to spill, when I saw the smile coming back.

"You wished your first kiss would’ve been Charlie boy here? Too bad that he didn’t want the same… no he had his first kiss with Camille in the club… and poor Lizzie had to watch… I saw how your face fell when he kissed her. How your heart broke and I just knew that I had to make it up to you. I would’ve never hurt you like this…"

"But you did hurt me! Again and again! You never stopped hurting me!" I spat out.

"That’s your own fault! I saw you leaving, I followed you, I wanted to talk to you! But you were fucking rude, shoving me out of your way, not even saying sorry, not even acknowledging me. No. You just shoved me out of your way like I was an obstacle. An abomination. Not even when you almost tripped and fell down the stairs outside and I helped you. You brushed me off. You hissed at me to leave you the fuck alone. That was the moment I realised you’re not at all the sweet girl that I thought you were. You were a bitch. A cold hearted bitch. I wanted to follow you. I wanted to get to you. But you jumped into a taxi and left. But that was the moment I knew I had to do something. You broke my heart. Now it was my turn breaking yours!"

"And you did that. Over and over again. You did horrible things. To punish me? For not reciprocating your feelings?" I asked him and he threw his head back laughing.

"Salva! You wanted me to call Lizzie and ask her to come here and tell her how you feel and how you regret what you did! Why don’t you start-…" Dr. Martinez began but Diaz waved him off.

"I had to punish you! You played with me, tricked me into believing you had feelings for me! You were living my dream! Everyone talked about how unfair it was that someone as good as you didn’t drive in F1. I couldn’t believe my ears! But then… after your little accident I thought it was over for you. But no. Not for Lizzie Doetterer and her flock of little helpers… no, you found a way into F1. A half dead girl. No. I couldn’t let that happen. But ultimately I couldn’t change it. You made it. Audi took you in and I knew I had to do something. So I did my best to get my blog going. Get Marca and ESPN Spain to sponsor me, so that I would get paddock passes for all races. And then I started to think about how I could make your life in the paddock a living hell. I knew you always had a little problem with your short temper… so I knew I just had to tease you long enough and you would snap. Reveal to everyone how you really are. That this cute and nice and funny girl is just a facade! I wanted the cold hearted bitch that you are to come out…"

"Lizzie was never a cold hearted bitch, you hear me? She was always one of the most compassionate and empathic people I know. And the only reason you think different than anyone else is because she first beat you over and over and then later turned you down. That’s pathetic. You’re pathetic…" Charles said through gritted teeth and I could see how angry he was.

"I wouldn’t say she beat me over and over but…"

"She did! You were never in front of her in any of the races you competed against her! At least 30 to 40 times she showed you again and again that she was better than you!" Charles interrupted him, a triumphant smile on his face.

"43." Diaz spat out.

"43?" Charles asked.

"43 races…" Diaz looked at me.

"43?" I repeated and something came back to my mind "43 letters…" I whispered and Charles looked at me.

"43 letters?" he asked gently and I looked at him.

"I received some fan letters over the winter break… I received 43 from him… all saying the same…" I began and Diaz laughed.

"Happy New Year, Lizzie. 2022 was only the beginning… This year I’m coming for everything if you won’t do what I say." he repeated the words of the letter and I felt a shiver running down my spine "Everything I did had a purpose. Everything I did was connected somehow…"

"Salva, we’re really on the wrong path here… we really should end this-…" Dr. Martinez nodded to the nurse but I shook my head.

"No! I want to know what else you did. That wasn’t all, I know it. I can see it in your face, there’s more!" I said and Diaz nodded.

"So much more… I don’t even know where to start… what about how you were lying to everyone? You were denying that you were a couple all the damn time and I almost believed it. It made sense to me. But then? Cut to Melbourne. Oh boy! I was fuming when I saw you kissing. After all this time, after he broke your heart. After he hurt you so much. You still chose him? You again disappointed me beyond believe!" Salva hissed "But for some reason you kept on lying about it. Denying that you were a couple. Made us all look like fools! I needed to show the world that you’re not this nice girl they all thought you were! I saw how you shared a hotel room in Imola and Barcelona and then you stayed with him in Monaco. So I wanted to expose you in Baku, I just had to. I paid the lady at the front desk to give me your room number and then I lit up a trash can… I wanted everyone to see how you were sharing a room. How you lied to everyone! Why would he be with you and not in his hotel in the middle of the night, if you’re not a couple, right?"

"But you failed! No one saw us!" Charles said and Diaz chuckled.

"Well yeah… in Baku I failed…" he shrugged his shoulders "Not in Mexico though… getting into the medical centre was easy, again, for a certain amount of money, people would do everything. That little snippet of you and her dad…" he shook his head towards Charles "… that was just the cherry on top to cause a little more drama. I was hoping to get another one of your enemies on board, backing up the story, because boy oh boy you sure do have a long list of people who don’t like you, Lizzie. But Camille didn’t want to be part of it… I asked her again for a statement when it came to the paternity of little Liam, but damn she was tough, didn’t want anything to do with it. She said she loves seeing you suffer, but she won’t be part of it. Boring if you ask me, everything feels better, knowing that you played your part in it, ask me, I know what I’m talking about."

"Salva!" Dr. Martinez reprimanded but I held up my hand.

"No, let him talk…" I said and the doctor wiped his brows, sighing loudly.

"This was supposed to be an opportunity for Salva to show remorse, to help him in his recovery… I think it’s better if we end this." Dr. Martinez said, nodding to the nurse.

"No! Let him talk, if Lizzie wants him to continue!" Charles said and I nodded "I told you we’re here for Lizzie. She wants this, so let him talk."

"See, doc? They love my story telling!" Diaz teased.

"Please Dr. Martinez, I need to know the full story… the whole truth…" I looked at him and he nodded slowly.

"Okay…" he slowly agreed and Diaz clapped, smiling brightly at us.

"Where were we?" he asked, scratching his chin "Oh yeah. Monaco. How I loved seeing you like this. Watching you sitting all by yourself, waiting for the hometown hero. What a picture of misery…"

"I knew that someone was watching me… I felt it…" I whispered.

"I was watching you all the time. You were never alone. I was almost always around. Watching you. Studying you. Learning every little thing about you… but Monaco this year? Oh you have no ideas how much it satisfied me, seeing you like this. I could practically see how you were asking yourself it it was the right decision to not do what I wanted…" Diaz stated.

"If you studied me, learned every little thing about me, then you must’ve known that I would never do what you asked of me? I would never go through with your plan…" I began and he yet again began to laugh as if I told him the funniest joke ever.

"Oh Lizzie, come on! Use your brain? It was never about the bets. Or the money. It was about you. Destroying you and your reputation. I planted the seeds from the beginning of last season. Comments and tweets here and there about how you made it into F1 in the first place. Releasing that article about Audi‘s early entry. Provoking your little guard dog to yet again safe his damsel in distress. An article about your attitude, growing aggression. You just played right into my hands in Australia, being this furious after the race. That clip of you throwing away your helmet? Priceless. How people started to question if your facade slowly started to crumple and they get to see the real Lizzie… and now imagine you would’ve done what I asked of you? Deliberately take out Charles and you in Monaco? Secure Max’s wins? Bet on the races? That’s morally so wrong… the lack of integrity! And that all from the driver who stood out as a role model for many young girls out there?"

"But I refused to do it…" I said quietly, my mouth dry "And your punishment for me was hurting my family? Hurting Charles?"

"It didn’t matter if you would’ve agreed to do what I asked you to. The article about your sister’s baby daddy and Charles being it were both set to drop that weekend regardless. Finding her ex and making him comply was easy. Again, with the right amount of money everything is possible. It also helped that he didn’t like you. What am I saying, he hates you." he smiled like he just had told us a beautiful anecdote.

"But how? You said you lost sponsors! You said you needed the money! How did you pay the lab, Sven? Or last year, the lady in the hotel? Whoever let you in the medical centre in Mexico? How did you pay all these people if you have no money?" I was confused "If you needed to bet on races to get some money out of it?"

"Daddy dearest stopped supporting me financially because of you. But when he died I still inherited his money. So you see, I didn’t care for the bets. It’s ridiculous to bet on races. There’s not much money to win. But what would everyone think when innocent and sweet little Lizzie was seen in a betting shop? Betting on races? Races she drives in? You walked blindly into my trap, I took pictures of you going in. You even signed a receipt. The photos, a copy of the receipt along with the betting slips? How would that look in public?"

"Thats what this was all about? You thought I didn’t deserve what I achieved. You were mad that I didn’t treat you the way you think I should’ve? So you wanted to destroy my career at all costs? My-…" I began and he just shrugged his shoulders, laughing out loud.

"No… not just your career… I wanted to destroy everything. Your family. Your reputation. Your life. You." he answered simply and I closed my eyes for a second. Letting his words sink in.

"And what was your plan if you succeeded? If you ruined everything for me? If there was nothing left you could’ve taken from me?" I looked at him, my voice trembling.

"I would find another way to make you suffer even more… don’t you see? Your pain and your agony is what satiates me, what keeps me going, what-…" his voice indifferent. Face blank. Void of any emotions.

"Salva, please! If you don’t stop this… we’re ending it, then! Didn’t you want to tell Lizzie how much you regret-…" Dr. Martínez tried it again, but Diaz only shook his head.

"Regret what? That I wanted to take what was mine? No. Everything I did was justified." he said, his voice indifferent.

"Lizzie was never yours!" Charles was fuming.

"Oh yeah? She’s yours then? No. No I don’t think so! No. If I can’t have here, no one can! That’s why I waited in her apartment for her. To give her a final chance. To choose me." Diaz spat out, looking at me with a look of sheer hate.

"But that’s the thing… she didn’t choose you. You lost. Again. We walk out of here. Lizzie and I. Together. I am her’s just as much as she is mine and nothing you did in the past changed that. You failed. You’re a failure. And we are free to leave. Free to live our life’s. While you? Well…" the way Charles said it made me shiver. I never heard his voice turn so cold. He squeezed my hand and then looked at me "Ready to go?"

I nodded. I knew everything now. He told me everything that he did. And I survived. Charles was right. We would walk out here, while Diaz would stay here. We stood up, ready to leave.

"You know… there is one thing I do regret though, Dr. Martinez, you’re right…" Diaz almost whispered, looking at Charles, again his mad smile on his lips "When I had the chance to get rid of her? To end it all? I wasn’t fully determined to went through with it… because a part of me still thought that with a little time she would finally admit her feelings for me… so I hesitated… and she survived…"

"What do you mean? When you had the chance to get rid of Lizzie?" Charles voice was dangerously low, letting go of my hand.

"I told you I was everywhere. Always watching Lizzie from afar… who would ever suspect a journalist from Spain, with no connection to Lizzie at all, to drive a black Mercedes and run her over and then flee the scene… never looking ba-…" he didn’t even finish the sentence when Charles lunged at him over the table, the nurse jumping in just in time to pull Charles off of Diaz.

"I’m going to kill you, you hear me? You’re dead!" Charles screamed, fighting against the nurse who held him back as the door opened, a security guard and two nurses storming in. The security guard pulled Charles with him outside and one of the nurses guided me outside as well, at the door I turned around and looked at Diaz, again a mad smile on his face.

"Maybe I didn’t win, but at least I made your life a living hell for a while." he began to laugh, the shrill tone made my blood freeze.

As soon as I stood in the hallway and the door to Diaz’ room was closed, I sank down against the wall. Pulling my knees up to my chest. Exhaustion taking over.

"Let go of me!" Charles struggled against the tight grip the security guard had on him and as soon as he was released he kneeled down in front of me "Lizzie?" he whispered, gently cupping my cheeks, making me look at him "Hey! Cara mia, look at me!"

"It was him. He tried to kill me." my voice barely audible.

"And he will pay for it, okay? He will rot in here for the rest of his life, I’ll make sure of it." Charles sounded determined "He confessed it all. Everything he did. He will never be free."

"Can we leave?" I whispered, looking at him.

"Of course. Let’s go home."

We packed up our bags and drove to the airport, jet ready to take us back home. Away from Diaz. Away from the pain he caused. Away from all the horrible things he did. Back in Charles flat I took a shower. A long one. I sat under the spray of the shower head, feeling numb. I didn’t even react when Charles sat down behind me, pulling me into his lap.

"I thought I would feel better… " I whispered, eyes closed.

"It was a lot, he revealed more than what you’ve expected… what we expected…" Charles replied, rubbing my back.

"It was him. Everything that ever happened… it was him…"

"And he confessed it all. In front of us. The doctor. The nurse. He confessed his crimes. He will never be able to hurt you, okay? I’ll take care of it!" Charles kissed my shoulder "And now come on. Let’s get out of here… you look like a raisin." he got up and pulled me with him.

We stepped outside the shower and Charles wrapped me into a towel, kissing my nose.

"I ordered some food from Antonio’s." he said and I smiled "All your favourites."

"Thank you." I wrapped my arms around his waist and snuggled into him.

"Everything for you." he kissed my temple "Let’s eat and watch a movie. Tomorrow we pack and then on Thursday we leave this mess behind for a while."

"What’s up?" he asked after a while of me pacing back and forth, my half packed suitcase in front of me.

"Can we- can we talk about something?" I said and he nodded, throwing his swim shorts into his suitcase.

He sat down on the bed, patting the space next to him and I took a deep breath, sitting down. I was thinking about my words, nervously fiddling with a loose thread from the blanket.

"Come one now, cara mia. What’s going on?" Charles took my hand in his and smiled at me.

"I need to ask you something. You can say no! Really! It’s just… I was wondering… do you think- umm… would it be okay for you, if I- if I move in with you? Here into your flat?" I stammered and Charles looked at me, his face showed his clear surprise.

"Move in with me? Like permanently?" he repeated and I nodded slowly.

"I can’t stand being in my flat… not anymore, not after what happened… I- I don’t feel safe anymore. He, Diaz, he defiled it. It doesn’t feel like home anymore. I don’t want to be reminded of everything that has happened in there…" I whispered, looking down.

"And you feel safe here?" Charles asked and I looked at him "We were mostly at your place after you bought it… I figured it was because here reminds you of Camille."

"I mean it does… sometimes. Not all the time. But yeah… it’s not that bad… it’s better than my place at least." I sighed.

He looked at me for a while, then grabbed his phone. He typed away, got a text back and answered. After two more texts he nodded and stood up.

"Alright. Let’s go." he held his hand out to me and I looked at him confused "Come on. Move."

"Where are we going?" I asked, letting him pull me into the hallway where he slipped into his shoes, he waved towards my shoes and I slipped them on "Charles! Where are we going!"

"You’ll see, okay?" he just said and then we left.

He didn’t say a single word the whole drive and I looked outside, not really knowing where we were. We stopped abruptly at a construction site, where a guy walked towards us and Charles rolled down his window.

"Charles? Okay. Drive all the way to the back and then turn right, again all the way to the back and then left. There you see a big C on the wall. Park there and take the doors on the right. Elevator 4." he explained and Charles nodded.

"Thanks mate." he said and drove into the underground parking garage.

"Where are we going?" I asked again as Charles followed the directions of the guy and parked the car next to the C.

"I want to show you something." he got out and I followed him "Come on."

Through the door and into elevator 4, I was still waiting for an answer when he pushed the PH button. The whole ride upstairs he didn’t say a word, just smiled at me and when the doors finally opened he took my hand, leading me outside into a hallway and then straight through a big door, right into a huge and bright entryway.

"Here’s the kitchen, it’s of course empty, we could choose our own design, but it’s a huge one as you can see. Dining room, there easily fits a table for 20 people! Imagine here a seating area, a comfy sofa right in front of the fire place. And here that would be a guest room. Look how big it is, with an en suite bathroom, all bedrooms have that. Here’s another guest room… and here another one… and that would be our bedroom. Look at the size of the closet! Look at the bathroom. It’s empty for now, but you could design it just like the kitchen, just how you like it! A huge tub, big shower, double vanity." Charles showed me through the penthouse, a big smile on his face "Let’s go upstairs… that’s the living room, we could have the biggest, most fluffiest sofa in here! And here’s the perfect place for my piano… and now let’s get out on the terrace!" he opened up the sliding doors and we stepped outside. It was huge. Almost like a backyard of a big house "Outdoor kitchen, dining table, lounge area and here we have the best part of it all…" a freaking pool. Not a huge pool, but big enough to swim around a little, cool down on hot summer days, a little pool party with friends "What do you say? Do you like it?" he looked at me with big eyes. His excitement almost bubbling over.

"Okay… this place is insane…" I said and looked around "Really insane…"

"In a good way, or a bad way?" he asked, taking my hand "It’s big. I know. But not too big. I’m just thinking… this is a place we could stay for a while… we have enough space for family and friends coming over. We have an outdoor area! A pool. It’s perfect for us…"

"It is perfect… really… but Charles, we can’t afford it? This penthouse costs at least 50 million euros? Probably even more?" I said and he chuckled.

"First of all, no, it doesn’t cost 50 million, it’s far away from that. Second of all, we’re both F1 drivers? I think we can afford it. One of the investors is an old family friend. And another investor is a sponsor of Ferrari. I’m also Monegasque so the real estate fees don’t apply to me. Which means, we can totally afford it…" he smiled.

"You mean, you can afford it? Charles I’m not earning anywhere near your salary…" I began but he shushed me.

"I don’t care. It doesn’t matter who pays for it or who pays more. This is perfect for us. I know this is a very old school and traditional and maybe even slightly sexist way of thinking, and I apologise for it straight away, you know I’m a big supporter of gender equality and feminism, but let me handle this. Let me buy this. For us. For our future. Let me take care of this…"

"I don’t know… about how much are we talking? This is a big step! It’s not just a small 2 bedroom flat like mine! No this is a 4 bedroom, duplex penthouse with terrace and a freaking pool!" I said and Charles chuckled a little.

"And 4 parking spots… I don’t have the numbers, but I let my accountant go over it all and with the, let’s call it discounts, I can definitely afford it, don’t forget that I’ll sell my flat than as well, so that generates another source of income…" he said and now I had to chuckle.

"Your accountant? You call Enzo your accountant?" I slapped his arm and he laughed.

"Yeah because at that moment he was just that, my accountant." he looked at me and I walked inside, downstairs.

"And it’s really affordable?" I asked and Charles nodded "All of the interior design is for us to decide? Floor? Walls? Tiles? Kitchen? Bathroom? Everything?"

"Everything, cara mia. You say what you want and they’ll build it exactly that way."

"When could we move in?" I looked at him.

"The construction works are done in around 3 months and then you can design the interior… and then how ever long that takes…" a smile started to spread on his face "What are you saying?"

I walked into the area that would be the kitchen and turned a little, looking over it all. In my mind I already had tons of ideas on how I wanted this place, our place, to look like. I took one deep breath and turned around, looking at Charles hopeful face.

"I guess I’ll have to sell my flat… I want to contribute at least something…" I said and he took 3 long strides, stopping in front of me, his hands on my waist.

"Are you saying what I think you’re saying?" he whispered.

"When you’re thinking that I’m saying yes, then I am saying what you’re thinking." I answered and I could see how he puzzled the answer together, a big smile spreading on his face.

"We’re buying our first flat together." he hoisted me up, spinning me around, then he sat me down and kissed me passionately, stealing every ounce of oxygen from my body. He leaned his forehead on mine and exhaled happily.

"It’s a fresh start. A fresh start in a neutral place. No old memories. Like an empty canvas…" I mumbled and Charles nodded.

"It’s our place, for us to fill with our memories together."

"This is what I needed. After everything that has happened…" I kissed him "Thank you…"

"I can’t wait for this place to be ours. Ours. Yours and mine." he smiled and I nodded a little "I love you, cara mia."

"I love you too."

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Redamancy: Chapter Ten

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Curse words, if that’s still a thing

Notes: Sorry this one is a little short, but I’ve got big ideas for upcoming chapters. Thank you guys for all the love so far, it means so much to me to hear your thoughts and see the notifications!

Word Count: 1900

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• March 13th, 2005 • Cullen’s Garage •

Reader

Ever since Jasper and I left my house in a hurry, I felt like I’ve been stuck in a haze. Like none of this is real. And even though I snapped at him on the ride over, he’s respected my decision and kept me either within arm’s reach or a hand touching me in some form. It’s the only thing keeping me here in the moment while controlled chaos continues to explode in his family’s garage.

I feel deft fingers unzipping my, or rather Jasper’s, jacket and sliding it from my shoulders. I grab at the hands to stop them, but it’s Jasper himself.

“I need to give it to Esme, for her to lure him with your scent. I also need your hat, sweetheart.” He explains gently.

I release his hands and nod, allowing him to take the articles from me. I shiver without his jacket to keep me warm and he immediately replaces it with a different hoodie, this time slipping it over my head.

“Another one of mine that I don’t mind letting you borrow.” He winks at me and it draws out a smile from me. I feel at home cocooned in his scent.

On the other side of Carlisle’s car I hear Edward arguing with Rose about carrying Bella’s scent. Emmett squeezes past us to throw some supplies in the backseat of his Jeep and turns to me.

“Be safe, Y/n/n?” I nod and he turns to his brother, “Take care of her and watch your back, alright tough guy?”

“Likewise, big guy.” Jasper replies, pulling him in for a quick hug with a smile before parting and opening the passenger door for me. Bella and Alice already waiting in the rear as I climb in and buckle up.

• March 14th, 2005 • Outskirts of Phoenix, Arizona •

Reader

The entire trip south was a blur, what I assume normally is a two to three day trip, took us one day with minimal time for bathroom breaks and gas stops. Me being the designated one to refuel the car during the day since our protectors couldn’t exit the vehicle and Bella spent the majority of the ride in and out of sleep. I was grateful for the temporary duty, it felt like I was actually being helpful instead of sitting and waiting for something to happen, which I know might very well be my fate once we make it to Phoenix.

“All done, darlin’?” I shake myself from my day-dream, Jasper had cracked his driver’s side window and I meet his eyes in the side-view mirror.

“Oh shit-sorry.” I quickly put away the pump and screw the gas cap back on before hurrying back to the passenger side.

“You alright?” He asks quietly, giving me a sidelong glance as he directs the car back to the interstate.

“Mhmm.” I answer him, looking out of the window at the passing cars.

I feel a small hand slide onto my shoulder and give it a squeeze before it retreats to the back seat, Alice. I’m not really sure how to feel at this point, I mean - I am happy that Jasper is with me, lord knows I’d be a nervous mess worrying about him. But I can’t help it thinking of the others, Esme wearing my scent and Rose wearing Bella’s. Edward is the fastest and with his ability to read minds, he’s formidable. Carlisle is an extremely smart man and I know Emmett is strong for a normal vampire, but is he stronger than vampires that drink human blood? I shiver, human blood. The vampires after Bella and I want our blood. Just as I’m about to spiral down a path of panic for fear of not being able to protect myself, a large hand slides over my left thigh.

Raising his eyebrows in concern, Jasper gently smooths his gift over my panic to calm me down and combined with the distraction of his hand, it works. I don’t know what I would do without him, it’s like fate knew I couldn’t digest his world without his ability to control emotions. So I give him a sad smile and slide my hand on top of his, with him I can do this - we could do this.

• March 15th, 2005 • Hotel - Phoenix, Arizona •

Jasper

Alice and I picked a hotel for the four of us close to the international airport in Phoenix so that we might have an additional means of escape. That also puts us in the middle of a metropolitan area. Nowhere near a forest.

Nowhere near our food source.

And I’m confined to a room for who knows how long with my singer after having spent 24 hours with her in a car.

Yet another test of my precarious control.

Thankfully I fed myself before the baseball game and under normal circumstances I could go a little over a week until I needed another meal… but I exerted myself trying to mask the energy signatures surrounding the women in our group to the nomads to make them uninteresting. And staying in this room watching over the girls doesn’t help either.

“You won’t hurt them.” Alice tells me from her watchful position at the window, early morning light peaking in the crack in the curtains held open by her slender hand.

“Doesn’t make it any easier.” Taking calming breaths is a human technique, one that would increase the inferno in my throat. Meditation is all that can offer a modicum of peace, a skill I wish came easily.

I can feel her eyes assess me, even though my own are closed in concentration. “I can get us an adjoining room-”

I cut her off and crack an eye open, “And be further away? Absolutely not, I’d much rather suffer through hunger than adding a barrier from protecting you three for my comfort.”

“I’m not incapable of defending myself or the girls.” Her sharp tone makes me wince, so I give her my attention fully.

“I meant no disrespect… I know you are fully capable, but she is mine, Alice.” Surprise colors her emotions.

“She is your singer?” My sister questions in a gasp.

“You didn’t see that coming?” I joke with her, leaning back on the couch to stare at the ceiling.

She smacks my shoulder, “You know I’ve been preoccupied with Edward’s predicament with Isabella. The guy is as paranoid as they come!”

“I only figured it out Saturday, so it’s not like I’ve been sitting on the news for very long.” A sigh deflates my chest, “I haven’t told her.”

“You’ll find the right time when this is all over.” Her smile would be reassuring if I didn’t have the ability to sense the uncertainty in her emotions.

Reader

I spent all day yesterday sleeping while occasionally texting my mom to check in. I passed off another lie that we were just waiting on her mom to get here from Florida and that I’d be staying with Bella for a few days until then. I hope the others catch the nomads soon, I hate lying to my mom and I’m running out of material that’s legitimate enough to keep her placated.

The worry drags me from my shared bed with my friend, Alice got us a suite but with only one bed so our locations wouldn’t be spread thin. Fine by me, I wouldn’t be able to stand a room to myself just waiting.

Exiting the bedroom into the sitting room, I spot only Jasper with no Alice in sight.

“She’s acquiring food for you two, the lobby has free breakfast and the sun has barely risen.” He explains, lowering the newspaper in his hands.

I sit sideways on the couch facing him with my legs tucked in close, far enough away that I’m not touching him. Our confined situation mustn’t be easy on him and I don’t want to add to the difficulty, but I’m like a moth to his flame.

“Did you get enough sleep? I heard you tossing and turning.” A strong hand reaches up to gently run along the indentions my pillow made on my cheek, not the most attractive thing to wake up with in the morning.

“I’m fine, just restless and worried.” I caress the hand on my cheek and lean into it.

His brows furrow slightly, “You’re safe here with Alice and I-”

“No-no, I’m worried about Esme, Rose, your whole family, mom…” I glanced down at my lap and pick at the seam of my shirt, well actually Jasper’s shirt-I did a pretty shit job of packing and he let me borrow one of his to sleep in - I’m trying to not think about that too hard.

“My family can handle themselves, we’ve survived this long for a reason.” Jasper reassures me calmly.

“Yes, but protecting Bella and I has pulled you and Alice away from them-“

“And they’ll be alright. Besides, I have what they want and we’re across the country.”

“If they get angry and-and hurt one of them…” I can’t finish my sentence, anything happening to any one of them for my sake is too much to consider.

Jasper pulls me in for a hug, turning me so that I’m sitting in his lap with my face pressed to his neck and his hands rubbing my back soothingly. “Sweetheart, there’s more of us than them and we have more gifts, the odds are stacked in our favor. Especially with Alice-“

Just then the aforementioned vampire sweeps gracefully into our hotel room with a stack of to-go containers. “My ears were burning, do continue.” She teases us with a sweet smile as she sets the food before us on the coffee table.

“Jasper was just telling me there’s no point in worrying when we have a badass like you on our team.” I wink at her before opening a container with a waffle and bacon, cooked exactly like I prefer.

“You seemed like a soft bacon kinda girl,” I chuckle at her, amazed at her predictive skills. “I’ll go wake Bella.”

As she dances through the bedroom door, I slide out of Jasper’s lap and to the floor next to him, leaning against the couch I dig into my food. “It really is a shame you can’t eat, I’d miss bacon entirely too much if I were a vampire.”

“Something you’ll never have to find out, darlin’.” He chuckles as he goes back to reading the paper, but his words don’t quite sit right in my stomach.

Never have to find out? I suppose I hadn’t really thought of that. One day I’ll be old and wrinkly, meanwhile he will always be this, always be young. My appetite begins to shrink at the thought. Fuck - one day he won’t want me, I’ll be old and-

The newspaper rustles, “What-”

But Alice and Bella walk through the door and cut him off before he could ask what was bothering me.

I don’t even know what I’d say.

That I don’t like the idea that we’re on opposite ends of the mortality spectrum? That I won’t have forever with him? That I might be falling in love with him and I’ll just have to get over it at some point and let him go?

Wait-falling in love with Jasper Hale?

Shit.

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kaiser-author-san-iii · 1 year

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In Pursuit of Happiness | Various Genshin Men x Reader SAGU AU

A/N: Hello everyone and sorry for the extremely late update. Real life has really decided to kick me in the butt. At this point, I’m not sure where the story is going to lead us because I don’t know where we’re going. I’m going to need a beta reader later or something. But in other news, I’ve been trying to make a discord server for anyone that’s interested in this story and sharing ideas, getting along, Simp for genshin characters share tips for the game. :3

Not beta read/proofed, we die like Signora

Word count: 3381

Tags/Warnings: Female!Reader, Child! nephew Reader, God!Reader, Cult AU, Fluff, Romance, Found Family, and many references to other fandoms

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Summary: The task of an aunt is no easy thing, especially towards a rambunctious and curious nephew who can not sit still. After a bad car accident, the two of them awaken in the world of Teyvat where Y/n must do her best to not only keep herself and her nephew alive to find a way back home but to also beat back all kinds of suitors and become the pseudo mother to every child she meets and her nephew befriends.

CHAPTER 3 – Meeting the Geo Archon

It wasn’t a good day to wear a skirt as the cool breeze was blowing more than normal. But that didn’t stop Y/n from wearing any shorts underneath. Little else mattered as she heard her nephew laugh, hearing it echo with the winds and making the lands of Liyue and Tevvat glow with joy as the two waltzed through the skies.

She had always wanted to try this out ever since she saw Howl’s Moving Castle, but it would be better to try it out with a handsome partner. One can only dream.

“Weee!” her nephew’s cries of joy and his glee were heard by Teyvat as it hummed. The land, skies, and seas were calm and watched their beloved creator and her heir slowly descending towards the ground, flowers and leaves moving to bloom fully to soften their landing. Thanking the plants and the winds, Y/n knelt to fix [Nephew’s name] clothes and hair, avoiding the childs playful swats.

“Auntie! I can do it myself!” he pouted and continued to push the young woman’s hands away as she smoothened the ruffled-up hair, earning a small chuckle.

“I know, but I want to. There’s going to be few chances left that I could do this when you grow up. You’ll grow big and won’t need me anymore.”

They might have struck a lot towards the child as he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, enveloping her in a hug as his face reached only to her stomach, surprising the woman but welcomed the affection, gently stroking his hair and back.

“I think I’ll always need you.”

Living with him as made Y/n think he was a son to her. Out in public both back home and here, many thought they were mother and son. The amount of times she corrected people was laughable, but she couldn’t deny the warmth in her heart – how highly the boy thought of her.

Pulling away, she held his hand once more as they made their way back towards the Hilichurl camp hideout where the Hilichurls and Billy were waiting for them.

The first to notice their arrival was a Lawlchurl Y/n had affectionately called Mufasa. He made a slight noise that alerted the rest of the camp and saw the two as they all cheered and started to give out food even before the announcement.

“Well, it seems you’re all celebrating already but he’s in good health, everyone. Thank you so much for helping me take care of him.” The entire camp cheered, Billy the Hydro slime bounced up and down as he nuzzled against the young boy who was giggling. Teyvat showed their happiness by glowing and emitting more flowers that the boy enjoyed.

It was a blessing to hear the laughter and joy of the Divine Creator and their heir.

Amber eyes followed them, watching from a distance as he didn’t want to startle the Hilichurl camp. It was one of the biggest ones he’s seen, with towering huts and homes, platforms, and towers as tall as some cliffs he made during the Archon Wars. How was this able to escape detection, he wouldn’t know. He noticed that his camp was far from the main paths that led to the nearest villages and Liyue Harbor. It would have been easy to pass by the camp without knowing its existence. But he could understand the mass attempting to protect Her Eminence and her Heir.

For thousands of years, he has seen and cared for the numerous statues of the creator all around Teyvat (mainly Liyue) – one of the perks of being the oldest of the Archons. He has visited the shrines dedicated to their benevolent god. He had once been in their divine presence before and after so long of their absence, he could never forget the radiating warmth or the glowing of Her Eminence when she bestowed blessings or created life. He had seen her fight numerous times when otherworlders or even outer Gods attempted to take Teyvat for theirs – he wondered how it would be to fight alongside her.

He was Morax.

But…

How could he face her when he took part in the Archon Wars, the destruction of Khaenri’ah… events that he knew His precious Creator vehemently protested against. The death of so many of her creations by his hands due to misplaced grief…

“Auntie! Let’s play! Or we can go out again with the Hilichurls! Or better yet! Let’s hold a party!”

“Oh? What kind of party would it be?” Tilting her head to the side, the young woman decided to entertain her nephew, smiling as she knelt down to his height, right before he wrapped his arms around her, the woman picking him up with ease and spun around, earning a few laughs and giggles.

“A dance party! One with music and food! Lots and lots of food!” Though he was ecstatic, [Y/n] could see the sadness on his face and in his voice, looking back at the slimes and Hilichurls sensing the young boys want for friends to eat with them. This world wasn’t kind to monsters like them..

They disliked seeing the boy saddened by anything, he greatly valued their company and friendship from what the young woman noticed.

They’d have lived among cities and towns once but… she couldn’t accept how people treated the Hilichurls and slimes, some saying that they were simply monsters with no thoughts.. living among other people also meant that she accepted being a part of this world. Half of her did want to since she didn’t want to go back to such a mundane life where her life was just… average. Doing the same thing every day all year round and repeat. It wasn’t appealing. The other half wanted to go home as she missed many things, one of them being her family. And her nephew had to go back too for he sorely missed his parents even as he put on a brave face for his aunt.

Holding him close again, she hummed gently as Billy and a small Dendro Slime hopped alongside her as she walked towards their hut.

Zhongli smiled at the child’s desire. And frowned at the lucky Hilichurls and smiles that were around the Creator. It was natural for all creatures to gravitate towards the Creator, he was one of the lucky few that got so close long ago. He remembered her showing unconditional love and though some wished to be considered a favorite, she never chose anyone. These actions made everyone instantly love their Creator and dedicated themselves to follow them. He remembered during those times how he wanted to prove his loyalty to their World, their Eminence. What could he do to prove to them that he was faithful and loyal.

Some feared being selfish but would it really be bad to be selfish just once?

He saw an opening to get close and he made his move, making sure to be unnoticed as he had to have the two in his vision in fear of them leaving again.

“Auntie, why do we keep moving? I want to stay in Liyue.” The young boy laid his head against the womans lap, pouting as the said woman giggled, her hand running through his hair gently.

“Because soon people of this nation… the Qixing, the Millilith, and even possibly the adeptus will know that we’re different. Before we came here, I read stories where though some people appeared like their god, they were chased away despite being the real one. It’s my job as your guardian and aunt to keep you away from danger.”

He wouldn’t dare!

The thought that he or anyone in Liyue could turn away their Divine Creator would be preposterous. To dare harm or turn away the Creator was blasphemous!

“Do they think we’re bad people? Is it because we’re those Gods they talk about?”

“That’s part of it. But even if you are, don’t let it get to your little head. Remember, with great power-

“Comes great responsibility. I know, Auntie.”

The young heir was intelligent – a hope for the future. Though it was the desire of everyone to have him live happily, live innocently and never let him see the hardships that Teyvat has seen.

Seeing his chance, he made himself known as he quickly stepped in front, knowing that he’ll shock his beloved creator and her heir as they audibly gasped, the woman quickly holding her nephew close while the two slimes appeared in front and were waiting for their word to attack and defend – even going so far as to even let the Hilichurls know of the intruder before the man suddenly knelt to the ground, his forehead touching the ground.

This was his chance!

To show his unwavering devotion, his adoration. His love for the Divine Creator that helped him keep sane for so many years. And the glee to be the first of the seven to find her.

“Your Grace! Though I’m unworthy to be in your presence, please hear me out.”

[Y/n] held [Nephew’s name] close to her as the mysterious man appeared. Billy and the Dendro slime didn’t waver as they were serious in their job. [E/c] eyes stared down at the man that was basically kowtowing in front of her – the man was quite tall though she couldn’t be too sure just yet. His skin was fair, short dark hair with a long fringe to his right and amber tips. There was a section of his hair that ends towards his waist. But [Y/n] knew one thing….

HE WAS SEXY SEXY MAN!

He was handsome.

And [Nephew’s Name] knew it too as he was willing to hear the man out. Besides, he was a mission and he was sure that he may have found a worthy person to make his aunt happy. Wiggling out of his aunts grip, same as when they first met the Hilichurls, he hopped down and slowly walked towards the man as his head was still touching the ground. But [Nephew’s name] was quite certain that the mysterious man wasn’t going to hurt them. He raised his hand slowly and [Y/n] was behind him, watching with batted breath and to ensure nothing happened to the boy. The small hand gently touched the mans hair, curious as he ran his fingers through it slowly and patted him gently, the man moving to look up at them.

Seeing them this close, it was there that Zhongli finally shed tears.

His despair for many years have now been rewarded in seeing his God, his beloved.

Her glow, though dimmed by her mortal form, he could clearly see it – the envy of the stars and the moon in the night skies. Her stare – it was said to hold mass kindness and wisdom, a far away look that knew about the past, present, and the future and even beyond worlds.

Standing before him was the very God that he devoted his victories to in his younger years, the very God that made all of Teyvat and Celestia mourn from their disappearance.

[Nephew’s Name] was cheering in his mind as the man was indeed handsome. Gorgeous even! If he wanted to, he could set him up with his aunt! He had to play his cards right!

“Mister, are you okay?”

It wasn’t the words of his beloved but the voice of the child that brought him back.

The Heir.

The Divine Creator talked constantly about their relatives, about their siblings and how one of them gave birth to a child, the very child that was in front of him. A child that everyone agreed to be the God of Youth and Innocence.

He truly fit the role as he was bestowed with perfectly as there was childlike innocence in his eyes but he could see a hidden mischievousness too. How easy it was for him to see through his sorrow and the Divine Creator just standing behind the child and looking at him with concern. Concern for him, a lowly Archon that has worshiped her for millennia.

The Geo Archon felt tiny fingers wipe away the tears from his eyes as he stared gently at the boy who smiled widely.

“There now! Hey, do you want to hear a story? Auntie always said that the tears always turn to gems or even become stars. I like stars so when I cry, I wish that they soon go so high up and hope that they shine the brightest so people can wish on them or even be homes to others!”

This wishful thinking earned a giggle from the woman, making the two slimes then relax a little as they then nuzzled against the boy who giggled as well.

“Well, its bad for a growing boy to hold back your emotions. Ah, sir, you may stand. I’m sure it must hurt your knees being in such a position.” Her Grace was benevolent just as he remembered!

He stood just as he was told, though amused by the child’s pout before he went back to his place beside his aunt, holding onto her skirt and hand as the two slimes stood at each side of the two.

“I’m sure you have plenty of questions, oh man of Liyue. Or… could I call you Morax? Or… what name are you comfortable with?”

In the year of being in Teyvat, there has been access to public libraries like in Mondstadt, and Sumeru. There was also the people of Liyue talking animatedly about the history and culture of the land and even the Gods that once roamed everywhere, but not so much as the Lord of Geo, Rex Lapis. But others tend to call him Morax as well and if her research was correct, the Mora of Teyvat was named after him.

One other thing that [Y/n] learned was that the Geo Archon was known to have many disguises but one tell of his was that each disguise had his signature Geo Amber eyes.

“Your Grace…” Though it shouldn’t surprise him, Zhongli was speechless. But then again, she was the Divine Creator. The Lady that created All should be the last one he should be surprised in their actions.

“I am still the governing Archon of Liyue. Rex Lapis will do. But I also go by the name of Zhongli.”

“I see. Well then. Zhongli, there is something I must ask of you.” [Y/n] smiled gently, the Geo Archon looking almost hopeful.

“Anything.”

“You must pretend you never saw us here today.”

He didn’t think it was possible to hear one’s own heart break until today. Could he have done something wrong? Surely not. He couldn’t have when he has been a faithful follower all these centuries. Could Barbatos and Baal say the same? Or even the others? Well, he could see the Dendro and Cryo Archons, but to his degree of devotion?

“Your Grace. I can’t do that. The people of Liyue… the people Across Teyvat. They are searching for you and the young Heir. Surely, someone of your stature and his deserve comfort and a safe haven other than in the wilds!”

[Y/n] sighed as she held onto her nephew, closing her eyes to think for a moment. She was sure now the Hilichurls heard their voices but she didn’t want a fight to break out.

“Yes. I understand that but…” Could she play around with the people’s faith here? This sounded sacrilegious. It could be just a coincidence that she happened to share the same face – the same likeness – as the great God of this world. If she waited long enough, maybe the real one will come and she could even ask if they could send her and her nephew home.

“But… I am not ready to take the mantel of being Teyvats God. It has been a year, yes. However I must think of my nephew. He is still young and confused of the responsibilities he will have one day. I don’t want to rush him towards that blind. Though I have full faith in all of you, there are just something where it needs to be me to tell him.”

‘Okay, that sounded mature and reasonable. Not sacrilegious either. Maybe he’ll take this answer.’

“But, Your Eminence! We are your faithful creations. Your burdens are our own and if there’s any way we can help, then we’ll gladly do so!”

‘Fuuuuuck!’

Faith is said to be strong, also depending on the person or being. Reading more, Morax or Rex Lapis was said to be one of the most, if not the most, faithful of all the Gods that still live among Teyvat. If anyone that was still alive in the time of the first appearance of the Creator that was faithful to the God, it would be Morax.

“And I am grateful for such loyalty. However, my nephew is my top priority. As I said before, pretend that you never saw us. But, that doesn’t mean that I have forgotten you and the others. May we meet again, oh Great Geo Archon.” Carefully holding onto her nephew, [Y/n] swiftly ran out of the hut, Billy and the Dendro slime following behind as the two soon took to the skies like earlier.

It didn’t seem right to give the Archon hope, but it were the words that might give him comfort. The following days, she has noticed that some powers were coming to her. And though she was in denial, that first day with the Hilichurls starting in Mondstadt with her blood being gold was an indicator that she was who the people of Teyvat say she is.

“Auntie, why did you leave him? He seemed so nice!” [Nephew’s name] cried out as he climbed onto her back and held on tightly. She glanced back and smiled gently.

“Because what he was asking of me was something I’m not ready for. Besides, the day that we must go home might be here sooner than you think.”

Isekai anime and manga taught her much to be weary of who to trust and how much to reveal. And if worse comes to show that she must be cunning to enact revenge. Hopefully it won’t come to that, but it never hurts to prepare.

“We’re going far away, nugget. We’re going to have to work on a disguise for each other. Think of it as Halloween all over again.”

“Yay! Halloween!”

The next stop of their adventure was the nation of Sumeru, where the green forests met with their vision and made them audibly gasp. They have been here before but every time they step foot in the forests, there was a singing being heard either by Teyvat themselves or the beings that inhabit the forest.

Unbeknownst to the two, a certain amber eyed Archon was running around Liyue in hopes to find the Divine Creator and her nephew. How could he take his eyes off of them and let them leave after he just discovered them?! Though he wasn’t in touch with Celestia, he was certain the higher powers that his beloved God was a part of would surely punish him.

He hasn’t been this frantic since the Archon wars, protecting his people and sheltering more ever since Havria was killed and her followers fearful for their lives. Every second mattered, every second with every action meant the difference between life and death as sought protection for the mortals he was caring for as well.

Though he was certain that Teyvat would care for his beloved God, there was the voice in his mind that spoke of the untold dangers that might come from extreme devotees or even, dare he say, sacrilegious zealots – people that were adamant that the Creator never existed. To them, he would show them the Wrath of the Rock. How dare they when he himself has seen Her. And he has seen Her with the Heir this time.

He will remain hopeful of seeing her again. And the next time he will come across Her path, he will be sure that Liyue will be the home that they deserve – for it is said that wherever the Creator decides to descend will be showered with grand favor other nations will gladly go to war for.

A/n: Zhongli is going to be a simp but that's okay UwU What will happen next? Btw, I just now made it to Sumeru sooo~ will we meet Al Haitham? Cyno? Nahida? Kaveh? Who's to say~ We still got the men in Mondstadt, Inazuma and Childe. And the rest of Liyue cause we only met Baizhu and Zhongli. Everyone, good luck pulling for whoever you want! I'm pulling for Al Haitham~!

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Eddie Munson x Reader (kind of?)

18+ No Minors

The meeting lets out after sunset and this time of year always makes Eddie feel like he’s missed a step on the stairs when it happens. What feels like a high noon sun disappears after two hours inside the rec center, plunging him into the winter darkness. Even with the chill people still mill around out front with their little paper cups of cheap coffee clutched in their hands while they say their long winded goodbyes. He knows they mean well and it’s good that everyone has connections but all he ever wants to do is leave after these meetings. Get in his van and drive for an hour to unwind the spool of thread that’s been spun tight around the bobbin of therapy.

You weren’t there tonight but he isn’t surprised, still misses you though. He could sense your anger mounting all last month and when you didn’t show last week he didn’t jump to a conclusion for the first time in long time. He sat through the meeting and listened to Charles and his droning calm and when he’d been let loose on the cold streets he’d made a beeline for the pay phone outside.

“Hello?”

“It’s Eddie.”

“Okay.”

A clink of a spoon on pottery, probably one of the misshapen bowls you’d made.

“I’m just checking in.” He shrugs even though you can’t see it. Keeps his tone light especially since you answered after two rings.

The improbable can’t be happening if you’re eating cereal after all.

“Did Charles ask you to call?” A snide remark followed by a crunch of what he can safely assume is Kix.

“No, I made a big boy decision all by myself.”

“Well that’s very brave of you.” Your tone suggest mocking of your group leader and Eddie huffs a laugh into the receiver.

“I figured you wouldn’t be here, but…” Eddie trails off because he isn’t going to tell you he misses you because that would suggest he’s in touch with his emotions, the very things he staunchly ignores in favor of keeping the panic attacks at bay.

“Was I so obvious?”

“A little. The storming out tends to tell people you’re a upset.”

You’re quick with your reply. “I wasn’t upset with you.”

“I know.” The cold creeps in under his layers and the flannel tied around his waist isn’t doing much to keep his lower half warm. Around him headlights swing around the faces of the buildings as everyone starts to finally head home. He tucks the phone against his shoulder so he can huff air into his palms to warm up and you must hear him.

“Are you still downtown?”

“Yeah.”

“Wanna come over? I’m just watching Happy Days reruns.” More crunching but a bowl of cereal actually sounds good right about now. He wants to say yes because he likes your couch, it’s dented in the right ways and he sinks into it every time. He also really likes your cat JD but who you call Tubs on account of him being so rotund.

“It stands for Jack Daniel, I bet you can’t guess what I was up to when I found him.”

But there’s this street light that doesn’t work right outside of your third floor apartment. Sometimes it’s perfectly fine but then some other times when he falls asleep on your too comfortable couch he wakes to a flickering. Something that seems to be Morse code, a cry for help from a sewn up dimension and it sends him into a spiral.

“I was uh, thinking about-“

“They fixed the street light.”

His pause must have been longer than he thought. “Uh, yeah I-I’m sorry about last time. I didn’t mean to swing at you-“

“I shouldn’t have just grabbed you.” You dismiss him, not unkindly, but for the umpteenth time he’s apologizing and you’ve said it’s okay. It wasn’t your fault he’d seen a petaled face in the dark of your apartment while you’d tried to calm him down. “Okay, let me rephrase this then. If you’re comfortable, the invitation is open to come have cereal with me and watch Happy Days-no wait I think it’s Bewitched now, yeah Bewitched reruns with me.”

“Oh Samantha is a weak spot for me.” Eddie drops another quarter in when he’s prompted. “I always liked that little nose wiggle.”

The silence stretches for a moment while he deliberates and you seem to move around your place. A quiet chirp tells him JD is weaving between your feet and looking for dinner and honestly, Eddie shares the feeling. “Okay.”

“Yeah?” Your voice ticks up in excitement he hasn’t heard in a while from you and it makes his decision concrete.

“Yeah, I’ll be over in ten.”

Played up whooping from you ends his phone call and he only has to grip his steering wheel a little bit before he finally turns his van on and heads to your place.

He lets himself in when he gets there. A bowl for him already on your beat up coffee table and JD sitting in Eddie’s usual spot. The couch swallows him like normal and he relaxes for the first time today. You tell him you’ll be at next weeks meeting and then show him that you can also do the nose the Samantha Nose Wiggle. It makes him laugh while he digs into his second bowl of Froot Loops and the street lamp doesn’t flicker once.

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mitsvriii · 1 year

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An Arrangement

A/N: I’m hoping on the Arranged Marriage with Ayato train. This fic will have multiple parts. The reader will be referred to as _____ and not Y/n

TW’s: mentions of forced marriage

Part 2

You sat there itching your arms underneath your kimono. You had been waiting for your fiancé to show up for around ten minutes. You knew his schedule as the Yashiro Commissioner was busy, and that he wasn’t a fan of your and his arrangement but he could at least try to pretend that he cares.

Looking to your right, you could see your mother fanning herself. She seemed to be unbothered by your fiancé’s tardiness. She put her fan down and took a sip of her tea before clearing her throat.

“Do you remember your lessons?” It was a simple question but it held so much meaning.

“Yes mother”, you replied with fake earnest, “After all, that’s all I’ve learned. It would be a shame if I’d forgotten.”

Seemingly pleased with your answer, your mother took another sip of her tea before fanning herself again. Sighing to yourself you took a sip of your own tea. Your eyes brows raised in slight surprise. Komore Teahouse lived up to its expectations.

“Mother do you think we should leave?” You asked after a couple of minutes.

“And why would we do that?” Your mother’s gaze lifted to yours, her tone and look sharp.

“Lord Kamisato is fifteen minutes late, maybe it’s best if we-“

“We will wait,” there was no sign of protest in your mother’s voice,” We will wait no matter how long it takes. We need this marriage to work out.”

Nodding you looked down at your tea, by ‘we’ she meant her and her husband, your father. You knew that this was never about you, they just wanted something to gloat. Their daughter marrying the Yashiro Commissioner, it would be the small talk of all of their stuck up dinner parties and their-

“Apologies for being late, my meeting with the Kojou Clan took longer than excepted. I apologize for the late intrusion”.

You froze up, you knew that sly and rich voice from anywhere. You looked over your shoulder to see Ayato and a blonde haired man. Your eye brows furrowed, who was he? Your thoughts were interrupted when you could feel an arm tug you up.

“Not at all Lord Kamisato! It wasn’t a long wait, we could even throughly enjoy our tea.” Your mother spoke as she gave him a big smile, still gripping your arm. You gave him a look out of the corner of your eye.

‘What was in this girl’s tea?’ You thought to yourself.

A chuckle escaped Ayato, although it seemed forced. He and your mother continued talking like you were never here in the first place. You tried tugging out of her arm but the lady had a grip like steel. Your eyes looked up at the blonde who had entered with Ayato. He seemed to be looking at you with worry, noticing your mother’s grip on your arm.

“Excuse me, if you don’t mind me interrupting I could take Ms. Shinsetsuna for a tour at the rest of the tea house. Since you mentioned she liked the tea”, the blonde spoke up. And god did he have a calming voice.

Looking down at you, your mother nodded. Letting go of you she looked at the blonde.

“Of course, that way Lord Kamisato and I can discuss features of the arrangement in private.”

Nodding the blonde motioned for you to follow him to which you did in a hurry, not bothering to hide the fact that we wanted to get out of there.

When you both exited the room you immediately turned and gave the blonde a ‘thank you’.

The blonde simply smiled, “It’s not problem really. Oh right! I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Thoma, Lord Kamisato’s personal retainer”.

You nodded at his words, “I presume you know who I am then?”

Thoma also gave a nod, “Of course, Lord Kamisato has informed me of your arrangement. I’m happy to do what I must for you, since you’ll be my Lord’s mistress.

You gave him a wry smile, you didn’t want to spoil Thoma’s mood with your complaints about the arrangement. You were going to have to suck it up and hope for the best. For your sake and for Thoma’s, because honestly Ayato could suck it right now.

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worseforwords · 1 year

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The Last Wrapper

Leah Williamson x Reader

Chapter 3: Coffee & Confessions

Link to chapter 2

You met up with Leah at a near coffee shop, feeling nervous and unsure of what to expect. As you sat across from her, waiting for her to speak, you couldn’t help but notice how different she looked. She seemed more vulnerable, more exposed than you had ever seen her before.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Leah spoke. “I wanted to thank you for being there for me the other night. I know it must have been hard for you to put aside everything that’s happened between us and take care of me, but it really meant a lot.”

You nodded, feeling a lump form in your throat. “Of course.” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. You looked at Leah expectantly, waiting for her to speak, but when she opened her mouth no words came out. Instead, her gaze drifted to the cup of tea in front of her and she let out a deep sigh. You could see her fingers nervously tapping on the edge of the mug as she struggled to find the right words. “Is there anything else you wanted to say?” you asked carefully, trying to help her without pushing her too much.

“Yeah, I erm- I also wanted to confess something to you,” Leah said, her eyes meeting yours. “Something that I’ve been holding onto for a long time.” Your heart raced as you waited for her to continue. You had no idea what she could possibly have to say. She fell back into a long silence and you realised she needed some more encouragement. “Is this about what you told me the other night?” you guessed.

“Yeah, it is. It’s about the person that I lost,” Leah finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. “The person I was talking about that night- do you know who I was talking about?” You were taken aback, unsure of how to respond. “No,” you replied, your voice laced with curiosity, “is it someone I know?” Your face betrayed your confusion, and you couldn’t help but worry that the years of childish behaviour had caused you to miss something important.

“No- well, yes, I just- I’m sorry, I really don’t know how to say this.” she panicked. “Okay erm, just breathe okay?” you said, attempting to calm her down a bit as you noticed her eyes starting to water. “Deep breaths, take your time, we are not in a hurry.” She took a few deep breaths, her gaze shifting from place to place, going anywhere but to you. She inhaled one last big breath before blurting out, “It was you.”

“Me?” you repeated, feeling a sense of disbelief. Leah nodded. “It was you.” she repeated, a single tear now fleeing her left eye. “What do you mean it was me?” you said, still trying to meet her gaze, now more confused than ever. She finally seemed to find the words to say as she started speaking again. “I lost you. I lost you Y/N and I hate myself for it. I don’t really know what to say but I guess I just wanted you to know that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything that has happened between us, and I’m sorry for not being there for you when you needed me most.” she sputtered out in one breath.

You felt a lump form in your throat as you listened to her speak. You had no idea how to process everything she had just said, and you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. Leah inhaled deeply, calming herself down, before letting out a satisfied sigh, seemingly glad she finally got the words out. You, on the other hand, were frozen, baffled by the confession that had just left her lips. Leah’s newfound confidence was short-lived, as her expression changed the second she finally looked at you and noticed your bewildered expression.

You knew you had to say something, but suddenly your thoughts seemed to have come to a halt, and you were at a loss for words. “I- I don’t know what to say.” you stammered, feeling overwhelmed.

Leah reached across the table and placed her hand on yours. “You don’t have to say anything.” she said softly. “I just wanted to tell you how I feel. And to ask if- if maybe we could start over, or something?”

You looked at her, and then at the hand she had placed on top of yours, feeling a sense of uncertainty. It was hard to forget everything that had happened between you, and it was even harder to believe that she could really change. But at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, things could be different between you and Leah. “Okay,” you said finally, feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement. “We can try, but we have to take things slow, okay?” “Okay,” she said carefully, a small smile appearing on her face. “Thank you.”

After that day at the coffee shop, you and Leah slowly started rebuilding your friendship. It was a slow and steady process, taking small steps towards getting to know each other again. You started by meeting up for coffee or lunch once every couple of weeks, and then gradually increased the frequency of your meetings. You talked about your lives, your hopes and dreams, and slowly started trusting each other again. However, both of you seemed to avoid talking about the past like the plague. It was just easier not to bring it up.

In the meantime you settled into your role at Chelsea, finding your place both on and off the field. The internal struggle that had consumed your thoughts and emotions began to subside, allowing you to redirect your attention to the pitch where you regained your confidence and found your rhythm once more. Spending time with your teammates helped you to feel more at home, and finally being able to play on this level felt great as you were learning and growing more than ever. Although you felt more calm and centred, there was still a sense of incompleteness that lingered within you, a need for closure that had yet to be fulfilled.

As time went by, you realised that if you and Leah really wanted to be friends again, you had to talk through what happened all those years ago. It was an uncomfortable topic, but you knew it was necessary if you wanted to move forward.

You decided to meet up with Leah at your apartment, where you could talk in private. You were nervous, knowing that this conversation would not be easy. As you sat on the couch, waiting for Leah to arrive, you took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down.

When she finally arrived, you exchanged awkward greetings before getting down to business. As the both of you sat down, you started off, knowing you still owed her an apology as well. “Leah, I want to start off by apologising for the envious things I said when you started making it big. I was really hurt and jealous, and I know I took it out on you in a really hurtful way. I said things I didn’t mean, and I’m really sorry for that. I guess I just didn’t know how to deal with my own feelings of inadequacy and disappointment.” Leah listened intently, her expression softening as you spoke.

“I’m sorry too,” she said quietly, “I should have been there for you when you needed me. I let my own career ambitions get in the way, and I regret that so much. Football was and still is my number 1 priority, but that doesn’t mean I should just throw everything else out the window, especially a friendship as important as yours was to me. I know that now.” You felt a lump form in your throat as you remembered how alone you felt during that time. You nodded, silently acknowledging her apology.

“I really want to make things right between us,” Leah said, her voice shaky. “I miss having you in my life.” “I miss you too,” you said, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders. “But we have to talk about what happened, and how we can move forward from here.”

The conversation was difficult and emotional, with both of you airing out your grievances and apologising for past mistakes. There were tears shed, but there was also laughter and moments of reminiscing about happier times.

Leah told you something you never knew, about why, on the day everything changed, when you got injured, she didn’t show up at the hospital. Apparently she went straight to the dressingroom after the match to pick up her stuff and go after you, but she was stopped by your then coach, who told her some people wanted to talk to her about joining the senior team for a few sessions and possibly even a match. She had to make a decision right there, and she chose football over you, and looking back, that moment led to the wonderful career she had now.

“But I need you to know, I do regret that decision now. I always have, I was just too stubborn to admit that to myself.” she said sincerely. “Leah, you shouldn’t have regrets. It’s what has gotten you to where you are now, where you always wanted to be.” you said, still having a hard time believing she regretted it. “No, it’s not. I made a mistake. As I said, I was young and I didn’t know how to prioritise.”

As you let the new information sink in, you couldn’t help but wonder if those people would’ve wanted to talk to you as well, had you not been injured. “There’s something else,” Leah said upon noticing you were drifting off. “I don’t know if you want to know this, but they didn’t just want to speak with me, they wanted to make you the same offer.”

Your head dropped down as you heard her say those words. Your mind flooded with thoughts of what could have been and you felt your eyes starting to water. You felt an arm wrap around your shoulders and without thinking, you let yourself sink into its embrace. You stayed like that for just a little while, before composing yourself again. “Thank you for telling me that.”

As the sun started to set, you both realised that you had talked for hours. You stood up, hugging Leah tightly. “Thank you for today,” you said, your voice filled with emotion. “I feel like we’ve made a lot of progress.” “Me too,” Leah said, smiling through her tears. “I’m so glad we’re finally talking again.”

The conversation left you feeling as though a great burden had been lifted. The feeling stayed with you in the days and weeks that followed, bringing a newfound lightness to your every step. You enjoyed how your uplifted spirits translated into your physical performance, easily surpassing even the toughest defenders in the WSL, feeling like a feather in the wind manoeuvring yourself across the field. Your new-found proficiency and positive attitude did not go unnoticed: A few weeks later, to your surprise, you received a last-minute call up for the Lionesses camp due to some injuries.

You let out a yelp of excitement and immediately facetimed your mom and dad to share the news. For the next half hour, the three of you could barely contain your joy, with loud cheers and words of pride exchanged back and forth. At one point, you even spotted your dad wiping away a small tear. After the call ended, you began packing for your early morning departure. Just as you closed up your suitcase, a text from Leah popped up: “Congrats, Y/N. You deserve this. x” You couldn’t help but feel a warm blush spread across your cheeks as you read her message.

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autumnshighlady · 2 years

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Guys My Age

Gavriel x f!reader

summary: You’re Lorcan and Elide’s daughter, as well as Aedion’s best friend. Your family is staying with Gavriel and Aedion for the weekend, but you’re too sore from sparring with Aedion to go out for dinner. Gavriel volunteers to stay home with you and help you out….

warnings: smut (18+), oral sex (f receiving), age gap, best friend’s dad, dad’s best friend, corruption kink, size kink, fingering, a bit of fluff because I cannot help myself

word count: 8.5k

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***this is the most requested fic I’ve gotten, I’m so sorry it took so long but it’s finally here! I combined a couple Gavriel requests into one big fic of pure filth, enjoy and please please please let me know what you think! also this is barely proofread because I’m too excited to post it so ignore any mistakes lol -Amara

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Groaning, you reach your arm to rub the back of your shoulder. The muscles shot with pain, and you hissed.

“I’m so sorry.” Aedion apologised for the millionth time that evening.

“It’s fine,” You sighed, gently rubbing the muscle. “It was an accident.”

“Are you sure you’re ok alone?” Your best friend said.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. A few hours ago you had been sparring with Aedion by the lake, falling into your usual routine. However, you caught a glimpse of Gavriel, your best friend’s father, emerging from the lake shirtless. You couldn’t help yourself – that muscled, tattooed body distracted you and as a result, you did not see Aedion’s elbow headed in your direction. You were thrown sideways, colliding with a rock and wrenching the muscles in your back and shoulder.

Hence the soreness. Aedion had apologised countless times, especially after seeing your father Lorcan’s enraged face. For a solid moment you had thought he would rip Aedion’s arms from his body, but your mother Elide quickly calmed him down. Her gentle presence eased the tension, and was apparently enough to convince Lorcan not to kill your best friend.

However, it did put a wrench in tonight's plans. The five of you were supposed to head into the nearby town for dinner and meet up with other members of Aelin’s court, but you did not feel up to it anymore with the ache in your shoulder.

“I’ll be fine.” You snapped, growing tired of everyone’s fussing. “It’s just a sore muscle, I’ll live, Aedion.”

“I should stay with you,” Lorcan said as he entered the room, no doubt having eavesdropped on the conversation. “The rest of you can go out, I’ll stay here.”

“Dad, it’s ok I swear,” You protested angrily. “I’m not a child. Besides, you and mom love going to that restaurant. So go.”

“No.” Your father shot back, glaring at Aedion once again, who had the good sense to shrink from his gaze.

Before you could snap back, a gentler voice spoke up.

“I’ll stay home with her.” Gavriel spoke up.

You turned to look at him, trying not to blush. You hated yourself for crushing on a man who was not only your best friend’s dad, but your father’s best friend. But you couldn’t help it, the man was gorgeous – that blonde hair framed his sharp face perfectly, and those tawny eyes captivated you, sending shivers down your spine every time his gaze landed on you. Sometimes you got a glimpse of the tattoos around his neck and on his chest, and imagined what it would be like to have that towering figure leaning over you, large hands roaming your body and exploring every inch of you.

Sometimes you found yourself staring at him from a distance, doing your best to be subtle. Occasionally Gavriel met your gaze, smirking slightly before moving on. Thankfully, Aedion and Lorcan remained oblivious to your desires – desires which have now landed you in an interesting predicament.

“I’m 20,” You said, trying your luck one more time. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

“It’s not babysitting,” Gavriel countered, leaning against the countertop. “I’m aware you’re not a child. But I have some chores to do here anyways, and you may have hit your head during the fall. I can be here just in case.”

This seemed to satisfy your father. “Fine.” Lorcan grunted.

You were torn between delight and dread – on the one hand, the thought of being alone with Gavriel excited you. The older male was the primary focus of your fantasies that had you waking up hot and bothered in the morning, to the point where your mother thought you were sick. But on the other hand, being alone with your best friend’s gorgeous father…

“Fine.” You sighed, rubbing your shoulder again. “Have fun on your night out.”

Lorcan and Elide kissed you goodbye, Lorcan silently promising death to Gavriel should anything happen to you. Aedion apologised once again, which earned him a punch in the arm with your good shoulder. A deserved one, Aedion said. Within 15 minutes they were out the door, leaving you alone with Gavriel.

You sat silently for a minute, lazily rubbing your shoulder. Gavriel grabbed a glass from the cupboard and began filling it with water. “Would you like some water?” He asked.

“Sure, thanks.” You murmured, only letting your eyes meet his for a second. He was wearing a simple, loose v-neck white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. You allowed yourself to gaze a second longer, mouth watering at the tattoos visible beneath the fabric.

Gavriel smiled, filling up a glass and striding over to where you were seated on the couch. Standing in front of you, he handed you the glass. For a second, his fingers lingered, brushing ever so slightly against yours. You blushed slightly, all of the visions of where those fingers had been in your dreams flashing through your mind.

Shut up, this is your best friend’s father and your father’s best friend, you should not be thinking about him like this. You scolded yourself.

“That rock got you pretty good,” Gavriel said, taking a seat beside you. “May I take another look?”

“Uh, sure.” You said, cheeks burning at having him so close in proximity. Gavriel had healed the vicious scrape that was made across your back, but the muscles were still sore as predicted.

You were wearing a wide-necked loose shirt, luckily allowing you to slip one of the sleeves down the shoulder without having to take it off entirely. Turning to face the other way, you let the left sleeve of your shirt fall down to just above your elbow, exposing the sore area.

A gentle hand placed itself on your skin, and your body tingled. You hated yourself for reacting this way to a simple touch, but couldn’t help it – Gavriel’s hand set your nerves aflame, the roughness of it contrasting with his soft touches. His other hand placed itself on your opposite shoulder, making you even more squirmy.

You hissed in pain as he pushed down slightly near your shoulder blade.

“Sorry,” Gavriel’s voice was apologetic. “My healing magic can not do much for sore muscles, but I have an ointment in my room that can help. Would you like that?”

“Yes please.” You said quietly, desperate for the ache in your shoulder to just fuck off.

The older male smiled, pulling your shirt back to its original position and standing up. “Come along,” He said. “Can’t have my son put you in pain now, can we?”

“I punched him back, we’re even.” You clipped, and Gavriel laughed as you headed to the end of the hallway.

“Yes, I imagine that does square you up.” He chuckled.

Twisting the knob, Gavriel opened the door to his room and you stepped in carefully. You had never been in Gavriel’s room, not allowing yourself to see something that some would consider intimate. It was a nice room though, an extremely large bed in the centre with a white rug and comfortable fireplace. Bookshelves adorned one wall, and a pile of weapons much like your father’s was stashed in the other corner.

“Cosy.” You said, taking in the surroundings, noting the candles everywhere.

Gavriel began grabbing something from the drawer. “Yes, I quite like this place.” He said, pulling out a silver tin. “Ah, here it is.”

You stared at him for a second, those tawny eyes made brighter with the glow of the fire. “I can’t exactly reach the sore parts…” You admitted sheepishly, praying Gavriel didn’t notice your flushed cheeks.

“No worries,” Gavriel said, twisting open the lid. “It’ll be easier if I apply it anyway. It would be best if you removed your shirt and laid face down on the bed. This stuff stains and I would hate to get it on your clothing. But if you are uncomfortable with that we can work around it and I will do my best to be careful”

Your mouth went dry. Taking off your shirt for your best friend’s father and father’s best friend? Part of you knew it would be a bad idea, but the other part of you saw this as a subtle opportunity. What was the harm in letting the older male you were crushing on massage your back?

“It’s ok,” You breathed shakily. “I’m fine with it.”

Something flashed in Gavriel’s eyes, but you couldn’t tell what. “Alright, I will turn around. Let me know when you’re ready.”

True to his word, Gavriel turned around. You removed your shirt, grunting at the painful movement in your shoulder before discarding it on the floor. Carefully, you laid yourself facedown on the bed, and the soft sheets felt heavenly.

“Ready.” You mumbled.

A few seconds later you felt the bed shift to your left. Gavriel had kneeled beside you, allowing himself better access to your exposed back. “Tell me if it hurts too much, or if you’d like me to stop.” He said.

You nodded, biting your lip. You tried not to let your excitement show at the anticipation of the older male’s hands on your body. Countless nights had been spent imagining yourself in a scenario like this, laying on Gavriel's bed deprived of your clothes…

You knew you were going straight to hell for this. You could smell Gavriel’s scent so close to you, and were grateful you were facedown in the pillow.

Finally, those large hands found your skin, spreading the warm ointment along your shoulder blade. You bit your lip, and it took everything in you not to moan at his touch. You were so small compared to Gavriel, so delicate underneath his battle-scarred hands. He gently massaged the ointment into your back and shoulder, its healing properties already relaxing your muscles.

“Is this okay?” Gavriel muttered, gently brushing some stray hairs out of the way.

“Yes,” Your voice was little more than a breath. “It’s perfect.”

You could have sworn he smirked, his strokes becoming deeper as he worked on the knotted muscles in your back. Relief and something more intense began to wash over you as he moved up to the top of your shoulder, fingers curling around towards your collarbone as they roamed your skin. Heat built at your core and you tried to think of anything else, anything to distract you from the fact your best friend’s father had his fingertips just above your collarbone while you laid down shirtless on his bed.

He’s just trying to be helpful, You chided yourself. He feels bad that his son injured you, he’s just being friendly.

Yet you could not help the sinful thoughts that crept into your mind as Gavriel’s tattooed hands moved down your upper back, caressing gentle strokes into the muscles. The room was warm, adding to the heat your body was already radiating at his touch. Never before had a male touched you, much to your embarrassment. You were so inexperienced compared to the much older male whose fingers ever so slightly grazed your ribcage–

Before you could stop yourself, you moaned as his thumb dug into a spot below your shoulder blade, releasing a knot of tension as his fingertips skimmed your side just inches from your breast.

Fuck.

Embarrassment washed over you and your cheeks went red with shame. You had just moaned as your father’s best friend’s touch.

“I’m so sorry.” You stammered, squeezing your eyes shut against the pillow.

“It’s alright, little one,” Gavriel said softly, his fingers making another gentle sweep up your sensitive sides. “It’s perfectly natural for your body to react to something that feels good.”

You blushed even harder at the nickname, clenching your thighs together slightly and praying he didn’t notice. Your arousal was quickly heightening, those fingers touching such sensitive areas along your back and sides…

“Besides,” Gavriel’s voice dropped slightly, heating your blood. “I’m sure the males you have taken to bed delighted in your sounds.”

You froze, embarrassment quickly taking over. In your time being friends with Aedion, he had taken to bed more females and males than you could have counted. He was not ashamed of it, nor were you judgemental about it – it was simply a fact everyone knew to be true. But given how close you were with Aedion, his father must have assumed that you were the same as him when it came to lovers.

Wanting to crawl into a hole and die, you said quietly, “I wouldn’t really know.”

Gavriel’s motions paused for a moment, as if he were contemplating something. “Have you not been with a male before?”

Burning with shame, you could not bring yourself to speak, so you merely shook your head to confirm. Your virginity was not something you had taken great effort to preserve or anything, for it truly was not a big deal to you. But to put it simply, there was no male you encountered that you thought would satisfy your first time.

Except for the male kneeling beside your half-naked body.

“Darling,” Gavriel’s tone was gentle. “Am I the first male to put his hands on your bare skin like this?”

“Yes.” You whispered, lifting your head from the pillow and turning it to the side, letting your gaze rest upon Gavriel. His tawny eyes met yours, his motions still paused..

“If this is too much or is uncomfortable in any way and you would rather a female healter or someone else apply the ointment–”

“No,” You cut him off, not wanting Gavriel to stop. “It’s ok. I want it to be you.”

I want it to be you.

So many implications in that phrase, ones that went beyond the question of if you were okay with the golden-haired man applying the ointment to your naked back. As you locked eyes with Gavriel, you could tell he knew what you were feeling. Those fleeting touches, those piercing stares and smirks perhaps hadn’t been so innocent after all. Maybe you were not deluding yourself into thinking you imagined Gavriel’s eyes roaming your body as you strode towards the water in your swimwear. And Gavriel was no fool, you knew he could tell how your body reacted to his touch. He had centuries of experience on him, and surely could spot, and scent, the signs of arousal that surely radiated from your body.

You had desired him for so long, secretly wishing he was the one who could be your first. You imagined countless nights that he would take care of you, exploring your body slowly and teaching you everything he had learned in centuries of pleasure. You imagined how large his fingers would feel inside of you compared to your own, not that you had spent much time pleasuring yourself. No, you wanted him to do it, the man who was your best friend’s father and your father’s best friend.

“Are you sure?” Gavriel’s tone was serious, cautious even – as if he knew the scandalous implications of the direction this was headed.

You nodded. Gods, he was so much older than you, it was so wrong, yet you couldn’t think of anything you wanted more.

Stroking your back gently, Gavriel almost growled, his voice deep and velvety, “I want to hear you say it.”

Shaking, you took a breath, preparing to utter the words you had only dreamed of saying to the older male: “I want it to be you, Gavriel.”

Gavriel smirked, applying more ointment to his hands and placing them on your back – both sides this time, not just the sore area. But his touches were different this time, still gentle but more dominant and filled with assurance. You sighed and tried not to moan again as his hands spread on either side of your spin and worked their way down your back before coming back up to your shoulders. This time, however, those large fingers stroked your sides sensually as they moved across your body.

“Fuck.” You couldn’t help but murmur, eyes fluttering at the pleasure.

“Did you like that, little one?” Gavriel’s chuckle was seductive, and gone was the lighthearted tone from earlier. The strokes he pressed into your skin were teasing, more pleasure driven and much less innocent.

“Mmhm.” Was all you could bring yourself to hum in response, clenching your legs even tighter to try and relieve the building pressure. Every part of your body screamed for more, but Gavriel did not push it.

You began to realise that he would not give you what you both knew you wanted unless you asked him for it. Both of you knew how poorly it would be received if anyone knew Gavriel was about to bed you – between the age difference and the fact he was your best friend’s father and father’s best friend, the dynamic within your little group would surely implode.

But nobody had to know, right? From the way Gavriel’s touches teased you, you knew that he was aware you wanted him to be the first male to take you to bed, he was just waiting for the green light to do so. It warmed your heart how respectful he was, how he wanted it to be 100% your choice how far to go. He was a good male, through and through.

And there was no other one you wanted to lay with for your first time.

Taking a breath for courage, you lifted your head off the pillow and pushed yourself up slightly. Immediately, Gavriel’s hands flew from your skin, concern written across his face momentarily, likely wondering if he had just fucked up majorly. But instead of standing up and walking away, you simply turned your body over and layed back down on your back rather than your front.

Your bare chest was exposed to the golden male, yet he did not look at it. Instead, his tawny eyes bore into yours, scanning your face. Part of you was terrified that somehow you had severely misread the situation, that Gavriel was about to get angry and kick you out. But the other part of you knew he was dying to ravish you, and gods you wanted that too.

“Do you know why I haven’t been with any males yet, Gavriel?” You asked, voice dropping.

Gavriel said nothing, just cocked his head and kept eye contact with you, as if your eyes were the only thing keeping him from glancing down at your chest on display for him.

“Because I knew none of them would be able to please me.” You sighed, praying you sounded at least somewhat seductively enticing. “Because my friends have complained about how poorly males our age are in bed, how selfish they are when it comes to pleasure.”

You knew Gavriel’s restraint was barely holding on – if he had been a lesser male he would have surely pounced on you by now, eager to take you up on what you were so clearly offering. But despite the tautness in his muscles and the growing bulge in his pants, Gavriel remained still.

So you tried one last time to break him.

“Because they weren’t you.” You purred, reaching out and resting your hand atop of his.

That appeared to be his undoing, for the golden-haired male leaned forward and placed his free, tattooed hand on the bed beside your pillow. His muscular body towered over you, and you began to realise just how small you were beneath him. His beautiful hands that had slain so many enemies were almost twice as big as yours, and the body attached to them even more so. You had always appreciated how….large… Gavriel was, but up close like this it began to awaken something inside of you.

“Am I to understand, little one,” Gavriel said, his face only a foot away from yours. “That you want me to fuck you for your first time?”

The mere utterance of those words turned you on more than you thought was possible. “Yes.” You replied with confidence.

Gavriel smirked, leaning in slightly more. “I need to hear you say it for me. Tell me what you want and I will give it to you.”

This male was going to be the death of you. You so badly wanted him to just touch you already, but part of you liked the buildup, the tension – the making sure you knew what you were doing.

“I want you to fuck me, Gavriel.” You breathed. “I want you to be my first.”

A growl emitted from the older male’s throat, and he manoeuvred his hand out from under your touch and instead brought it to your face. With tenderness, he stroked your cheek, never breaking eye contact once.

“You want me to make you feel good, little one?” He purred. “You want me to show you what it feels like to have your body worshipped? To feel so good you have tears streaming down that pretty face of yours? You want me to show you how it’s done, don’t you, baby?”

You moaned, shuddering under his touch. He was so close, that golden hair mere inches away from tickling your shoulders.

“So responsive,” Gavriel continued, stroking farther down your face and reaching the side of your neck to caress it there. “Have you ever touched yourself, little one? Brought yourself to the edge with those fingers of yours?”

“Not really.” You answered truthfully – there were certainly nights where you dipped your hand between your legs, usually thinking about your best friend’s father as you played with yourself. But it was only half hearted, and it was never enough to bring you close to an orgasm and thus, you never tried much.

But your confession snapped something in Gavriel. His eyes darkened, and he brought his lips down to your cheek and planted a feather-light kiss there. “Oh little one,” He murmured. “I am going to ruin you. I’m going to make you feel so good that no other male or female will be able to compete. Even if you have someone else buried deep inside of you one day, you will only be thinking of me and how only I can truly make you feel good.”

Your entire body shuddered at his words. You had expected Gavriel to be excited maybe at the idea of taking your virginity, but this newfound possessiveness and assurance took you by surprise. And you loved it.

It was true – you could tell by the way he had caressed your body that this male was going to corrupt you entirely, mind body and soul. He was going to claim you as his, and his only. The idea thrilled you.

At your pathetic whimper, Gavriel finally took pity on you. His lips moved from your cheek to your mouth where he finally kissed you. Eagerly you opened your mouth up to him, arching your back as this lips expertly claimed yours.

Holy Gods, Gavriel was kissing you.

Your head spun as the older male slipped his tongue into your mouth, gently caressing it to get a taste of you. Moaning into him, you reached your hands up and wrapped them around his thick, tattooed neck and tried to pull him closer. Gavriel obliged, lowering his body so his clothed chest was almost pressed against your bare one. His scent completely enveloped you, overwhelming your senses. You had been kissed before – hell, you had drunkenly made out with Lysandra a couple of times. But never like this, with so much assurance and fire.

You whimpered as Gavriel’s lips left yours, and he chuckled darkly. “Now, now, be patient.” He chided. “I intend on taking my time with you. Trust me, pretty girl, I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Nodding, you sucked in a sharp breath as the male’s lips found your neck, one hand pressed against the side of your neck to manoeuvre it around however he pleased. Hot, open-mouthed kisses trailed down the side of your neck and up the column of your throat. You swore as Gavriel’s teeth nipped your flesh before his tongue soothed the pain with gentle strokes. Part of you was desperate for him to leave a ring of bruises around your neck, marking you to the world as his, but rationally speaking you both knew that was a bad idea. Your father may be clueless at times, but he would easily piece things together if he saw you covered in hickies – and would likely attempt to end his friend’s life in a fit of rage.

After tasting every inch of your neck, Gavriel lifted his head to meet your eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“So good,” You almost moaned. “More, please.”

He chuckled at your eagerness, but obliged your request. That sinful, corrupting mouth left more of those hot kisses all over your chest, leaving a trail down to your breasts where he paused for a moment.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Gavriel growled, squeezing your breast in one of his hands and making you gasp. “It takes every ounce of self-control I have not to storm over there and ravish you when I see you walking around in that swim top with those perfect tits on display. Got me all hot and bothered, I had to wait until everyone was outside so I could go take a shower and take care of myself. All because of you, little one.”

If you weren’t lying down you were sure you would have collapsed at Gavriel’s confession. The thought of him stroking himself in the shower, naked and thinking of your body…

Before you could finish your thoughts, Gavriel’s head leaned back down and his lips wrapped around your left nipple. You cried out, his name leaving your lips as the male flicked the bud with his tongue. Your other breast was enclosed in his other hand, which was firmly grasping and massaging the flesh with just the right amount of pressure. After a particularly hard suck, Gavriel released your left breast with a lewd pop before switching to the other one.

You moaned, tipping your head back and relishing in the sensation. It was pure sin, you laid out half-naked on your best friend’s father’s bed as the older male buried his face in your chest, bathed in the orange light from the fireplace. You prayed your parents and Aedion would be out for a long night with the rest of the court – you wanted to enjoy Gavriel for as long as possible in this moment.

“So perfect.” He murmured after another few minutes of his sweet torture on your breasts. He kissed your stomach, smirking. “I bet you’re just dripping for me, aren’t you, little one?”

You were in fact, utterly drenched. And Gavriel knew it – he could likely smell it after all, but his words thrilled you nonetheless. But when you didn’t respond, Gavriel’s teeth gently nipped your soft flesh and you yelped.

“I asked you a question, little one.” He growled, hands stroking your sides and gently teasing your hip bones.

Before you could even think of stopping yourself, you moaned out a phrase you thought you’d only ever say in your most sinful dreams, “Yes, daddy!”

Gavriel paused, and the realisation of what you had said just hit you. Oh gods, you just called your best friend’s father ‘daddy’, it was so fucking wrong. Mortification overcame you, and you blurted out apologies.

“I’m so sorry,” You said. “I swear I didn’t-”

“Hush,” Gavriel’s voice was soft yet stern. “You did nothing wrong, little one. Let it out, let Daddy know how good he’s making you feel.”

Reeling, you let out a breath. Only in your wildest dreams did you ever think you could live out this fantasy, letting a male centuries older than you dominate you and call him daddy. You couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together.

The movement did not go unnoticed by Gavriel. Grinning like a feral cat, the golden-haired male gripped your hips and slid his fingers below the waistband of your pants.

“Are you going to be a good girl for daddy?” He questioned, ever so slightly pulling down on the fabric.

“Yes.” You moaned.

“Then lift your hips for me.”

You did so, allowing Gavriel to peel both your pants and panties down your legs. He did so slowly, tawny eyes locked on yours as the fabric was removed from your body. He gently tossed them on the floor next to the bed. You were left completely bare for him, squirming as Gavriel’s gaze shamelessly wandered down your body and settled on the apex between your thighs.

You had never felt so vulnerable, left on display for a male who has been around for centuries bedding gorgeous women all over the country. You weren’t one for self-pity, but part of you was insecure that you could never compare to them. And yet Gavriel looked at you like you were the most alluring female in the world, chest rising up and down with desire as he stared down at your naked form.

“Look at you, all dripping and ready for me.” His voice was velvet and silk, laced with a desire that sent even more wetness to your core. “So fucking perfect, laid out for me like a goddess at the altar to be worshipped. I cannot wait to taste you.”

“You’re too dressed.” You complained.

“We shall remedy that, then.” Gavriel smirked before sitting up fully. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and effortlessly peeled it off, tossing it to the side. His grin was of pure male pride as you salivated over his sculpted, tattooed chest. Sure you had seen him shirtless before, but up close in the glow of the fire light was entirely different. His golden hair framed his face artfully, coming down just below his shoulders. He looked like a god, power and prowess personified in front of your very eyes.

Large hands found your thighs and grasped them before dragging your body down towards the edge of the bed. You gasped at how easily he did it, as if you weighed absolutely nothing to him – which was probably true. Before you could process what was happening, Gavriel dropped to his knees on the floor in front of the bed and pried your legs open. He lifted one of them up and pressed heated kisses up along the inside of your thigh, causing you to gasp. You were practically aching with need at this point, his kisses getting so close to your core before switching to the other leg and repeating the process.

You whimpered, wriggling your hips in the hopes Gavriel would do something.

“So eager,” Gavriel murmured, placing your legs back down. “It’s ok, Daddy will give you what you need so desperately, do not worry.”

You expected him to shove two of those large fingers into you, as Aelin had quite graphically, and drunkenly, described Rowan doing to her several times. You tensed up in preparation for the foreign intrusion, but it did not come. Instead, Gavriel leaned forward and buried his face between your legs, licking a bold stripe up your pussy.

“Holy fuck.” You breathed. The new sensation had you reeling like a hurricane, sparks of pleasure igniting from your core as Gavriel skillfully stroked and lapped at your juices. You had no idea your body was capable of feeling this way – it was almost overwhelming, between his mouth and the firm grip he kept on your hips.

You could tell he was holding back a bit, that he wanted to simply ravish you but did not desire to overwhelm you completely. Whimpering as Gavriel’s lips found your clit and sucked, your hands shot to his golden hair instinctively.

“That’s a good girl,” Gavriel purred against your pussy, sending vibrations straight into your core. “Pull on Daddy’s hair.”

You obliged, digging your fingers into the locks and tugging as he dove back into your thighs. The male growled as you pulled like he asked, clearly enjoying himself. Your moans echoed throughout the room like a symphony mixed with the crackling of the fireplace and the lewd sound of Gavriel’s lips against your core. Your sounds seemed to have spurred him on even more, for his grip tightened and his efforts doubled. It wasn’t long before your legs began to shake as an unfamiliar coiling sensation built in your core.

“Oh, gods,” You murmured shakily.

“That’s it, baby girl.” Gavriel moaned back. “You’re so close. You can feel it, can’t you? Let go, sweetheart. Let daddy see you come for him.”

As the older male sucked your clit and lightly grazed the bud with his teeth, your world shattered and waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your vision went black as you cried out his name, hips rocking into his grip as you rode out your high. Gasping, your body shook at this newfound sensation as Gavriel coaxed you through it.

After a minute or so you finally recover, regaining your focus as Gavriel lazily stroked patterns along your hip.

“You look utterly beautiful when you fall apart, little one.” He murmured. “How do you feel?”

“I-” You can’t even form words yet. “Wow.”

Gavriel chuckled, spreading your legs further apart. “We’ve only just begun.”

You tried to sit up and reach for the older male, wanting to return the favour. But your arm was gently swatted away.

“No, darling.” He said softly. “Tonight is all about you.”

“But what about you?” You protested, confused. Lysandra had always complained that males were so adamant about receiving after giving, you just assumed that your next move would be to finally take Gavriel in your mouth.

“As much as I love the thought of you on your knees before me with those pretty eyes looking up at me as you choke on my cock, this is your night and your night alone. We have all the time in the world later on for me to teach you all of the things I like and how I like them, little one.”

The thought of Gavriel teaching you how to suck his cock, how to ride him and make him fall apart almost had you on your knees begging to taste him. But you knew better than to protest, still curious to see what he had in store. So you nodded and settled back down, allowing Gavriel to resume his position between your legs.

A large hand moved from your hip to your cunt, gently swiping through your folds and collecting the wetness there. “I want you to tell me if you experience any pain.” Gavriel said sternly. “I will be gentle, and the stretch of multiple fingers may be uncomfortable at first, but if I am going to be inside you tonight I will need to prepare you properly.”

“Yes, daddy.” You replied keenly.

Gavriel’s voice was unnervingly like a purr. “You learn so quickly, little one.” Pride filled his voice, causing you to blush.

Gently, one of Gavriel’s large fingers pushed its way inside of you. You gasped at the intrusion, your body automatically tensing up – it didn’t hurt, but it certainly felt strange, and very different from your own fingers.

“Just relax, and take a deep breath.” Gavriel said patiently. “It will be easier when your body relaxes, but it’s perfectly natural to be tense at first.”

You let the soothing baritone voice wash over you like a blanket, allowing your muscles to relax as your cunt adjusted to the large finger inside of it. You moaned as he crooked the finger, brushing up against a spot deep inside of you that made your head spin.

“Right there, that’s the spot isn’t it?” Gavriel said, retracting his finger ever so slightly before pushing it back in and crooking it again. “I can feel the way your legs shake when I do this. You’re so responsive to me, a perfect little thing just begging to be ruined.”

You weren’t coherent enough to form a response. Gods, if you’re reacting this way to just one of Gavriel’s fingers, how will you fare when he puts his cock inside of you?

Murmuring gentle praises, Gavriel continued this motion with his finger, retracting it more and more with every stroke. He was not fast nor rough, but assertive nonetheless. You could tell he’s extremely experienced, knowing just what to do to get your body shaking.

After a few minutes, you began to feel much more relaxed. Your cunt was dripping, aching for more. But before you could voice this, Gavriel gently slid a second finger inside of you very slowly. You hissed slightly, the sensation burning with the addition of the second finger.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” He breathed, kissing the inside of your thigh. “You’ll get used to Daddy’s fingers, just relax again.”

You inhaled and exhaled as smoothly as you could, trying to force your body to relax like he said. After a few minutes of gentle movements, the discomfort faded and morphed into pleasure. It was a different sensation than from when Gavriel’s mouth was devouring you – one that was more intense and primal. He crooked those fingers again, and you swore as the pleasure was double what it was with one finger.

“There we go,” Gavriel praised you as you arched your back. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

“Yes, Daddy,” You moaned. “Fuck.”

Eventually, the two large fingers inside of you sped up their motions, reaching places inside of you that your own fingers never could. He then attached his lips to your clit again and sucked, flicking it with his tongue. You quickly reached that familiar coiling sensation, and before you knew it you were crashing over the edge once again with your second orgasm.

You laid there panting as Gavriel slowly retracted his fingers from you. You watched in awe as he brought them to his mouth and sucked, moaning. It was without a doubt the hottest thing you’d ever seen in your life.

“You’ve been doing so good for me, little one.” Gavriel praised, leaning over your body to kiss your cheek. “We can stop here if you want. There is no pressure to take this any further. I will gladly accept however much you are ready to give me, and if you want to leave it at this for now we can do that.”

“Please, no.” You practically begged. “I want you to fuck me. Please, Daddy, I’ve been dreaming about it for so long. Please, please I need to feel you inside me.”

Your own words caught you by surprise. You refused to beg for anything in your life, anything except for this apparently. You already had two mind blowing orgasms, but you were already addicted to his touch.

More. You wanted more.

Luckily for you, your begging seemed to have weakened Gavriel’s resolve. He stood up, his large frame towering over your trembling one as his tawny eyes glowed with desire.

“If that is what you truly wish, if you truly want me to be the first male to fuck you with his cock, then I am happy to oblige.” With that, Gavriel’s tattooed hand dropped to the buckle on his pants and undid it in one motion.

You practically salivated as he gracefully pulled down his pants and undergarments, revealing the part you had wanted to see for so long. His cock stood proudly, so massive you weren’t sure if it would actually fit inside of you. The tip was red and wet with precum, a tribute to the effect that pleasuring you had on the mighty fae male – and your chest swelled with pride at the realisation.

“This will hurt at first,” Gavriel warned, cutting off your admiration of his lower half as he crawled over your body. “But you just need to take deep breaths. I will try and make it as painless as possible, but it shouldn’t be agonising. Your body will adjust, I promise.”

You nodded, slightly nervous. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you, but gods the sheer size of him made it question if it was even possible to make this work.

Gavriel rested his elbow beside you, letting his arm cradle your head and pressing his forehead against yours as he gripped his cock in his free hand. After collecting more of your wetness, the male pushed the tip of his cock inside of you.

You tensed up, the burning sensation you had felt with his two fingers a hundred times more intense now. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, and you felt ashamed, not wanting to let Gavriel down.

“It’s ok, little one,” Gavriel murmured, kissing your tears away. “You’re doing great. Let your body adjust and relax, just focus on me.”

You stared into those tawny eyes that had been there by your side for the past two years. Even though you were very sexually attracted to him from the start, you always appreciated that kindness and tenderness that Gavriel’s eyes reflected. He was always there as a shoulder to cry on, a helping hand, a sturdy presence in your life – despite the sinfulness of the desires the two of you were acting on tonight, you knew that he respected you and you respected him, that his supporting presence in your life was not just because he was attracted to you, but because he genuinely cared for you.

Part of you felt guilty that your best friend’s father was currently inside of you, naked and on top of your equally as bare body. You knew that it was morally questionable, letting such an older male who had close relations to your friends corrupt you like this. But deep down you knew that he did not think any less of you for it, and the thought comforted you enough that your body finally began to relax.

Noticing, Gavriel pressed a kiss to your lips as he pushed his hips forward, edging his thick cock into you even more. It still burned a bit, but much less so. Like with his fingers, Gavriel retracted slowly before pushing in again, a bit further this time. He repeated the process until he eventually was all the way inside of you. Once there, he stilled, kissing every inch of your skin and murmuring praises.

You sighed and looped your arms around his muscled neck, the discomfort evolving into pleasure that was almost animalistic – it was so intense, especially when you looked down and could see a visible bulge in your stomach from the size of the male’s cock. You wriggled your hips in an attempt to encourage him to move.

“Are you sure?” Gavriel questioned.

You stared at his face and realised how much he was holding back. Those thick muscles were practically trembling with restraint, no doubt having to ignore his primal fae male desires to pound into you. His hair was dishevelled, and a thin layer of sweat coated his face.

“I need you to move, please Daddy.” You whined. “I asked you to fuck me, so fuck me.”

Gavriel’s eyes sharpened, indicating that this was the only time he’d let that demanding tone slide. Before you could complain again, he brought his hips back and pushed them forward forcefully, causing you to gasp.

“Is that better, princess?” Gavriel mocked lightly as you eyes rolled back into your head.

“Please keep going!” You mewled, clinging onto his muscular form as the pleasurable sensations threatened to overwhelm you. And your best friend’s father obliged, and each snap of his hips grew more forceful. Within a minute or so the male had set a sturdy pace, pounding in and out of you. The hand that cradled your head now gripped your hair, forcing your gaze to remain on Gavriel.

“Look at you, pretty girl,” His voice was pure filth, the gentle coaxing tone from earlier almost entirely gone and replaced with something more primal. “So small underneath me, a sweet little thing just begging to be fucked and utterly ruined. I told you Daddy was going to take good care of you. And you listened like the good little girl you are, isn’t that right? No other male can male you feel this way, can he? Only daddy.”

You bit down into his shoulder to muffle your pathetic moan at Gavriel’s words. However, your action caused him to growl with pleasure, and he began to fuck you harder. At this point, the bed was shaking and you thanked the gods that there was no other cabin or house around for several kilometres.

Gavriel’s rock hard abs brushed against the soft skin of your stomach as he moved in and out of you, sweat mingling as your bodies pressed close together. It was pure bliss, the powerful male on top of you moaning at the feeling of being inside of you. It wasn’t long before you felt that coil again, and Gavriel’s grip on your body tightened.

“Please come inside of me.” You begged.

Keeping his pace, Gavriel flashed you a concerned look. “But–”

“I’m on a tonic anyways,” You cut him off, knowing he was worried about you getting pregnant with his child. “Please, daddy, I just need you to fill me up.”

Gavriel nodded, grunting as he moved a hand to your clit and began rubbing. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you were barely even able to acknowledge your approaching orgasm before it crashed over you. Hips stuttering, Gavriel followed moments later and roared out your name, spilling his hot come inside your cunt.

The sensation almost made you pass out – your entire body was shaking and exhausted from a third orgasm. You and Gavriel panted for a minute before he slowly slid out of you and stood up.

You were confused when he left the room, wondering if you had done something wrong. Oh gods, what if he regretted it?

Luckily for your pathetic inner thoughts, Gavriel returned a few minutes later with a piece of toast, a tall glass of water and a cool towel.

“Drink this.” He ordered, handing you the water.

Still panting, you took the glass from his hand and gulped the water down, not realising how dry your throat was. Gavriel wiped down your thighs, which were coated in a mix of sweat and juices. After a few minutes of silence and finishing off your toast, Gavriel sat next to you and stroked your hair.

“You did so well tonight, little one,” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of your face. “Thank you for trusting me.”

You blushed. “No, thank you,” You corrected, and Gavriel raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t laugh me off when I said I hadn’t been with a male before.”

Gavriel frowned. “Why would I have done that?”

“I’m not saying you would have,” You quickly corrected, embarrassed. “It’s just that… the reason I waited was because males my age just expect every female to know what she’s doing and be good at it. I just didn’t want to disappoint anyone I guess.”

Gently, Gavriel cupped your face in his hands and turned it towards him, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You could never disappoint anyone, darling,” He said sternly. “Especially not me. I don’t give a shit if you’ve been with no males or if you’ve been with a hundred. It makes no difference to me.”

You smiled, kissing him gently. “Thank you for teaching me,” Your voice turned mischievous. “But I did also recall you saying there were other things you could show me?”

Gavriel laughed, swooping you up in his arms before you could protest. “And I meant it,” He said, carrying you down the hallway towards you room. “But you are exhausted, and don’t try and deny it. Rest, for now. They will be home soon and it’s best you be back in your own bed.”

He carried you all the way to your room, gently settling you down on the bed and brushing your hair behind your ears.

“But there will be a next time?” You asked sheepishly, unable to help it. You already craved more of him.

“If that is what you wish,” Gavriel smirked. “Then I am happy to show you how pretty you would look on your knees.”

The next morning you opened your eyes and sat up in bed. Your sore shoulder was gone, but the second you went to stand up your legs gave way. Ungracefully, you caught yourself on the bed frame to avoid the thumping noise of your body hitting the floor.

Last night had felt like a dream, but you knew it was real from the soreness in your lower half. Gavriel had been careful to not leave any visible bruises, but you still struggled with walking. Aedion, Lorcan, and Elide got home after you fell asleep last night, and you thanked the gods for that.

Painfully, you made your way down to the kitchen where everyone else, including Gavriel, was already seated.

“Look who’s finally awake!” Aedion exclaimed, pulling out your chair. Freshly cooked breakfast was laid out on the table, and you didn’t realise how hungry you were until you smelled it.

You couldn’t help but hiss in pain as you sat down, cursing the soreness from last night and praying nobody noticed. Unfortunately, your father did.

“What’s wrong with you?” Lorcan demanded. “I thought Gavriel fixed your shoulder.”

You froze, and so did Gavriel for a split second, mug of coffee halfway to his lips. Mentally swearing, you fumbled for an excuse.

“He did,” You said quickly. “But I’m still sore from training in general.”

Lorcan frowned, glaring at Gavriel. “Well why didn’t you fix that then, too?”

“Because I didn’t ask him to.” You snapped, cutting him off.

Luckily, Elide elbowed her husband in the ribs before he could snap back. The rest of breakfast went by without any awkwardness, until your parents and Gavriel left to do the dishes and Aedion took you upstairs.

“Hey, I think my dad has some ointment for sore muscles,” Aedion said. “I’ll go grab it.”

“No no, it’s fine!” You insisted, unsure of if your scent still lingered in Gavriel’s room. “I’ll manage!”

But Aedion was already gone. You cursed the gods, waiting in the hallway until Aedion’s confused voice came from the end of the hall.

“I found the ointment! But why is your shirt in my father’s room?”

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Strangers on Vacation | Part 1

Summary: After a bad breakup on what was supposed to be a fun 3 year anniversary week long cruise, Reader is stranded on the boat in the middle of the ocean. With plans to disembark at the port the next day but nowhere to sleep tonight, she accepts a spare bed from the stranger over dressed for a vacation. Otherwise known as Spencer Reid. Pairing: Spencer/fem reader, plus size reader, mid size reader (whichever you imagine while reading) Category: Fluff, angst, meet cute (sorta?) BAU on mandatory vacation time Warnings: emotional abuse, body shaming, (at the beginning breakup), alcohol drinking/mentions, self-conscious thoughts (Eventual spice but not in this part) please let me know what I missed! Word Count: 2k Notes: I wrote most of this in august, finally feeling up to posting! Part one of 3 or 4. This first chapter is a bit heavy with the breakup and how it effects readers thoughts on herself, but the main story is about loving yourself and self worth and of course Spencer and his crush at first sight. And the BAU on a much needed vacation! I imagine later seasons Reid, with the curls and facial scruff and stuff.

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I don’t know why I insisted on celebrating our three year anniversary on a week long cruise ship vacation. Three years wasn’t even that much to celebrate. One year? Sure, you can celebrate all you’ve learnt about each other and been through as you navigated that first year together. Five years? Absolutely. What a milestone. By five years you’ve probably gotten a place together, started planning a family, or maybe even gotten married. But three? Stuck in the middle there between two big celebrations. Little old three. How boring.

Maybe that’s why I wanted the big hoorah. A romantic week away together. After all, in our three years of being together, we still lived in our own apartments, never talked about children, and the thought about marriage was enough to make my stomach turn. Maybe this vacation would change that.

I was very, very wrong.

The arguing started, you guessed it, three hours into the trip. Just about little things at first. Like which side of the counter in the bathroom belonged to who. Mine was the right side, of course. It’s always the right side. Any time I spent the night at John’s place, his stuff was always on the left and I would place mine on the right. But apparently I was wrong, and he always had his stuff on the right side, as he ever so kindly pointed out by yelling. I’m sure our cruise cabin neighbours were loving us already.

Then it was about what activity we were going to do first. I suggested dinner and a show in the entertainment lounge, since it was nearing dusk and well past time to eat. But he pushed back, wanting to head straight for the main deck swimming pool with the swim up bar and jacuzzis. We argued for about five minutes before I relented. I excused myself to the bathroom to calm down and change into my swim suit.

For this trip I had bought some new super cute bikini’s. And in honour of my first time on a boat, and also for the first night on the cruise, I chose to wear the bikini with blue and white stripes. A nautical vibe that I found very fitting for the occasion.

However, when I emerged from the bathroom donned in said bikini because I hadn’t put my cover up dress on yet, John looked me up and down with a scowl before huffing out a breath and turning away. He busied himself unpacking his suitcase, already wearing his own swim trunks and a white t-shirt.

“What?” I asked to his back, since he apparently refused to look at me.

“Nothing,” he spat out.

“Clearly it’s something. You’re acting annoyed or disgusted or something.” I replied while walking to my own suitcase to dig out that cover up dress.

“I am disgusted,” he stated. He stilled his movements as I neared closer to the bed with our suitcases on top.

“At what?” I asked curiously. I found the dress and held it against my body, trying to judge if it would be too weird to wear overtop of blue and white stripes. But it was a white dress, so I figured it should be fine.

“At you,” John answered. “You’ve let yourself go.”

My heart fell to the floor, as did the dress I was holding. I watched, speechless, as John finally turned around to stare at me in disgust. His gaze went from my head down to my toes and back up again. Where normally that kind of gazing would be taken as someone appreciating my body, I could feel the distaste radiating off of him.

“What?” I managed to breathe out. Maybe I didn’t hear him correctly.

“You’ve let yourself go,” he repeated. “Look at you, you’re even spilling out of your bikini. I thought maybe when you said we were going on a cruise you would take it as an opportunity to get in shape again. Apparently I was wrong.”

He took my silence as an excuse to keep talking. Ranting about all of the things that were evidentially wrong with me. Too much fat on my thighs, too much around my waist, too much gathered on my stomach, even my breasts were too big now. I wrapped my arms around myself as he talked, trying to cover up and hide away from his harsh words, until eventually he said something that snapped me out of it.

“I don’t even want to be seen out in public with you looking like that,” he snarled.

“Well then, you don’t have to,” I snapped back. “Because this is over. We’re done. I’m leaving.”

“That’s it? You’re not even going to fight for this relationship?” He yelled as he watched me roughly shove the cover up dress over my head.

“Fight for it? By doing what, loosing weight? Starving myself so I can ‘meet your standards’?” I laughed harshly in his face. “You don’t see me complaining to you about your balding head.”

His hands immediately went to touching his hair as he turned to find the nearest mirror.

“My hair is not balding,” he whined.

“Try taking a mirror to the back of your head and then tell me that,” I said.

Unfortunately he wasn’t balding as much as I would have liked in this moment. The patch of visible skin on the crown of his head was hardly noticeable to the average passerby. But having known and been with John for years, I was seeing the pattern increase a little bit each year. Not fast enough now for my anger though. I used to think it was kind of cute. A reminder that we were aging together. Every time I would notice it I would get visions of us old and grey and bald, sitting on rocking chairs together as we complained about the days youths.

Now I just wanted to see that head of his shoved into some mud or something.

Angrily, I shoved my bathroom belonging’s back into my suitcase, roughly pulling the zipper to get it to close. I picked up dress from the floor, quickly pulling it over my head as I shoved my sandals back onto my feet, made sure I had my phone, and started to drag the suitcase with me out the door.

“Where do you even think you’re going to go? We’ve already left the port!” John yelled as I neared the door.

“I don’t know, and I don’t fucking care! As long as it’s away from you!” I yelled right back and stormed out the door.

He made a good point, I realized as I stalked down the hallway. We were already floating in the middle of the ocean by now, with the sun almost completely set. But there was no way I would be sharing a bed with that asshole for the next week.

How could he even say those things about me? And to my face, no less. It’s true. I did gain weight over the last year. I went up three pant sizes and two bra cup sizes. But I figured since we’d already been together for a while that he was used to me and my size. He never gave any indication before. Sure when we met I was small, but I was also younger then and had a very active job. Then I got laid off and replaced that job with an office job, took up baking as a side hustle, and obviously I taste tested everything I made.

Determined to figure out my sleeping arrangements before it got pitch black outside, I pushed all thoughts of John into the back of my mind. I made my way to the cruise ship lobby, where a few people were milling about looking at excursion brochures or just sitting in some of the overly big chairs decorating the room.

“Excuse me?” I spoke softly to the front desk attendant as to not draw attention from the other guests in the lobby. “Hi, I’m from room 209. I was wondering if there’s a room I can switch into please.”

“I’m sorry, Miss. We’re sold out.” The attendant informed me with a most definitely fake sad face.

“You’re kidding. A cruise ship this big and you don’t even have one extra room?”

“We had a few large groups book up multiple chunks of rooms. So no, I’m sorry. We don’t have extra space.”

Not wanting to stir up attention and make a scene, I thanked them for their help even though they were unhelpful, and turned away from the desk.

“Great,” I mumbled to myself as I walked away.

“Excuse me? I have an extra bed in my room if you need a place to stay.” I heard the voice coming up behind me. I slowed my pace until the person came to a stop in front of me.

The voice belonged to a very handsome tall man, with wild curls, a bit of facial hair, soft eyes, and a small smile. He wore a rather odd outfit for a cruise ship. Brown dress pants and a purple collared shirt with a knitted vest overtop. I was sweating already in a bikini and a light white dress, so he must be scorching underneath that getup.

“Oh, thank you so much for that offer, sir. But I’ll just bunk with one of my other friends, it’s okay.” I told him, not wanting to let some stranger in on my relationship problems. Before he had a chance to reply I walked off as fast as I could without it seeming like I was trying to run away from him. I’m sure his intentions were good. But you can’t trust people randomly like that.

I ended up wandering the ship for another hour, passing by the entertainment lounge that I had so badly wanted to be in hours ago. I also passed a games room, a gym which gave me bad feelings after the breakup that just occurred, as well as a library. With options running slim, I slipped into that library and rolled my suitcase to a secluded chair in the back. It was already pretty late, and I was so exhausted from the day of traveling to get to the boat and the events that followed, so as soon as I curled up in the chair I fell asleep.

It felt like a second later when someone was tapping on my shoulder waking me up. Groggily, I cracked my eyes open and looked up at the offender.

“Miss, I’m sorry, but it’s after midnight and the library is closed. You can’t sleep in here,” they said. It was a staff member who hardly looked old enough to be legal drinking age. When I didn’t reply, they continued. “If you don’t leave I’m going to have to call security to escort you out, and I really don’t want to have to do that.”

Well great. There went my plan to spend the night in the library and get off the boat at tomorrows dock and somehow figure out my way back home to Virginia. Before I could even stand up from the chair, the man from earlier was back at my shoulder.

“Hey, there you are. I’ve been looking for you for ages, sorry we got split up before I could give you the room key.” He was saying as he helped me get out of the chair. He looked over to the employee, “Sorry, we were meant to meet up when we got on the ship and somehow ended up getting separated. I didn’t mean for her to fall asleep in the library after hours. We’ll be on our way now.”

I was too tired to protest as I let the man grab my suitcase and escort me out of the library. We went up the elevator to the top floor, which my tired brain knew was the floor with the most expensive rooms. It was hard to pay attention to where we were going as I was pretty much asleep on my feet, but eventually we arrived at his room. I saw enough of it to confirm that he wasn’t lying about having an extra bed, before I was falling onto said bed and promptly passing out.

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