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NOBODY’S SON, NOBODY’S DAUGHTER. luke (pjo) pt. 2

PART 1 > PART 2 > PART 3 > PART 4 (last pt)

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IN WHICH… Y/N is finally claimed by her father, who turns out to be Zeus. Now, she’s stuck in an empty cabin as the only forbidden child of Zeus. Luke, on the other hand, is thrilled to be playing her knight in shining armour and getting her through each lonely day.

“I’m in the wind, you’re in the water. Nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter.”

( follows the show - kind of just a oneshot bc i’m bored )

Warnings : a little bit of jealousy, arguing, Y/N being indecisive and confused (real), not proof-read

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I really hope this part is good enough 🙏

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Being claimed was perhaps worse than staying in the Hermes cabin. The Zeus cabin was completely empty, much to Y/N’s dismay. Percy was unlucky enough to be a forbidden child too. Looks like neither of them would be having any half-siblings.

“I always knew she was destined for greatness.” Clarisse would say as if the life of a forbidden child wasn’t lonely and utterly isolated.

“Knock, knock.”

But there was one person who could light up the dim Zeus cabin.

“Hope you don’t mind that I brought strawberries. I picked ‘em myself. It was not easy work, let me tell you.” Luke chuckled as he walked in, shutting the door behind him. “Nice place.” He sarcastically said, staring at the cobwebs that littered the walls.

Y/N stared at him, unimpressed and unamused. “Being claimed was supposed to feel great. But I’m just back at square one again.” She huffed and took a strawberry Luke offered her. He sat beside Y/N, gesturing her to continue.

“You know, at least the Hermes cabin had another people. I’m stuck in this deserted cabin because my father finally decided that he wanted to see me! All I’m wondering is why it took so long. Why bother claiming me now?! Percy got claimed in under five days. I know people who have been claimed in one. Why did it take me ten years?! At least I know why I always attract trouble now. It’s because Zeus, that utter man whore, is my dad!”

Luke’s eyebrows silently raised at her words. “You’re welcome in the Hermes cabin any time, Y/N. Don’t forget that. I don’t think your dad was ignoring you… he was probably just waiting.”

“Yeah. Waiting until I finally proved myself to him. Because a child of Zeus should be a prodigy. No normal feat is allowed. It has to be impressive to gain his attention. How dumb.” Y/N scoffed.

“I was fine without him. I’ve gone my entire life never hearing from him and after ten years of being at camp, suddenly he wants to play daddy? He should’ve left me alone. But hey, at least you guys have more room in the Hermes cabin. I heard Chiron was going to move me.”

“What? But you’re practically part of the family. I mean, not exactly. It’d be weird if we were related because… you know… we’re friends and being such good friends with siblings seems weird.” Luke spoke so fast that Y/N couldn’t understand him.

She silently stared at him. “… You’re weird. Chiron just wanted to make more room for the newcomers. And, you know, I had been there for so long that I wasn’t considered new.”

“You okay, though? Your cuts aren’t still hurting? You don’t feel sick, right?” Luke carefully inspected her face and bruised arms, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“Luke, I’m fine.” She reassured him, laughing. “Nothing hurts anymore.”

“Guess I’ve got to let you win the next game now.” He sighed. “I can’t believe you guessed Poseidon and got it right.”

“I took a wild guess. I wasn’t expecting it to be correct.”

Luke shrugged and stood up. “I need to go check up on some kids. A new group just arrived. Will you be alright by yourself? I can always go get Clarisse.”

Y/N stared up at him and a part of Luke wished she would ask him to stay. To stay in the stuffy cabin and just… talk.

“I think I need some alone time right now.” She softly smiled, resisting the urge to ask him not to walk out, to keep her company. “I just need to process all the shit that went down.”

Luke chuckled, ruffling her hair. “That’s my girl.” He began to walk away before he turned around last minute. “Hey, Y/N… thanks for staying by my side.”

“No problem. Thanks for being my friend, Luke.”

With a wounded heart and the embarrassment of being friend-zoned hanging high over his head, Luke walked out of the Zeus cabin.

Y/N didn’t see Luke again until a few days later. He was always so busy with the new kids but he still had time to leave a small box of strawberries on her porch.

It was dinner when Y/N could finally speak to Luke. She smiled at him and subtly waved and he grinned back. He had been talking with Chris about a boring topic but his eyes lit up when he saw Y/N. Luke stood up to sit with her before he was quickly intercepted.

“Luke.” One of the new girls said, staring up at him with her big doe eyes. She was claimed the moment she stepped into camp by Aphrodite. She seemed to already be her mother’s favourite. “Are you free to sit with me and my friends? We want to ask you a few questions.”

Luke was pulled away by the girl, leaving Y/N to watch him sheepishly grin. Y/N’s smile faltered. “I think he’s avoiding me.” She muttered to Percy, resting her cheek on the palm of her hand. She felt a twisted knot of jealousy well up as a girl giggled and grabbed Luke’s arm. And he let her.

The younger boy looked up in confusion. “Who? Luke? I don’t think so. Girls just seem to really like him.”

Y/N frowned but didn’t say anything else. She could only stare again as the girls around Luke laughed as he uttered something with a bashful smile.

“I’m turning in early.” Y/N said, standing up. She pushed her plate of dessert towards Percy, who slowly took it.

“You good?” He asked.

“Yeah. I’m not feeling well so I think I’m going to sleep early. Good night, Percy.” She deeply inhaled as she walked away, catching Luke’s attention.

“Excuse me, ladies. I’ll be back. I need to talk to someone.” He hurriedly got up, racing after Y/N. Percy, who was eating his second serving of cake, muffled a laugh. Luke was so whipped.

“Y/N.” The brunette boy finally caught up to her. He grabbed her arm, spinning her around. “Why are you leaving early? We haven’t talked for weeks so I thought we could use today to catch up.”

Y/N stared at him in confusion before she turned her head and quietly laughed. She covered her mouth to conceal the noise. “Luke… it’s only been three days.”

His face dropped and he cleared his throat. “I know… I was testing you. That’s all.” Yet his eyes looked at everything but Y/N. “So, how has your cabin been?”

“Lonely. It doesn’t feel the same without Chris ranting about Clarisse.” Y/N sighed, lightly biting the inside of her cheek.

“I’m not sure if I can rant about Clarisse like Chris but I could try keeping you company.” Luke offered, gazing at Y/N with eyes that begged her to agree.

She merely shrugged, not stopping Luke from strutting into her cabin and lying down on her bed. He outstretched his arms, confusing Y/N. “Hug.” Was all he said.

Y/N was never much of an affectionate person but Luke certainly was. His gestures ranged from secretly fiddling with her fingers to picking her up and swinging her around in the middle of the battle arena.

Begrudgingly, Y/N closed the distance between them. Luke grinned, pulling her closer. A few moments later, Y/N attempted to pull away. Luke prevented her from doing so. “Five more minutes.” He whispered in her ear.

But those promised five minutes turned into an hour.

And a peaceful hour turned into all night.

And all night turned into the sun rising and Clarisse waking the pair up.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding, Luke.” The Ares girl snickered, folding her arms over her chest. “Your siblings are wondering where you went. I assume by the lack of clothes on the floor that you two did nothing. How surprising for you, Luke.”

“Clarisse.” Y/N warned, sitting up.

“Okay, okay. I’m going. See you at breakfast, Y/N.” Clarisse sent her friend a teasing wink before she slithered off, laughing to herself.

“Sorry. I fell asleep.” Luke muttered, stretching. He not-so-subtly placed an arm around Y/N and when she didn’t shove him away, he smiled.

“It’s fine. I’ve already prepared myself for whatever gossip is about to spread around camp.” Y/N leaned back, shaking her head, while Luke chuckled.

“Nothing we haven’t dealt with before.” Luke retorted.

Camp Half-Blood seemed obsessed with the little thing going on between Y/N and Luke. Friendship, romance, confusing situationship. The campers called it many things.

“I’m so tired.” Y/N muttered, rubbing her tired eyes. Luke took that as his chance to gaze at her. His eyes traced over the bridge of her nose and the curve of her Cupid’s bow.

He smiled to himself, pressing his face deeper into the crook of Y/N’s neck.

“Luke. We need to get up.” As if suddenly uncomfortable with his close proximity, Y/N stood up.

“Oh. Yeah. I know how you can’t miss breakfast because you get cranky without it.” Luke chuckled while Y/N shoved him.

“Get out, Luke!” Y/N exclaimed, throwing a pillow at him. He bellowed out a laugh as he ran towards the exit.

“See you at breakfast, sweetheart!”

Y/N, with flushed cheeks and a racing mind, barged into the Ares cabin. “Clarisse.” She said, holding onto the doorframe for support. “I need your help.”

“What do you need?” Clarisse questioned as they walked side by side. Y/N sighed.

“Well, for starters, Luke is acting weird. I mean, he was always kind of weird but it’s gotten… more extreme. He’s getting so close and… calling me these pet names. What am I supposed to do? And why does it make me feel shy? Clarisse, help me!”

Y/N gripped her friend’s shoulders tightly. Clarisse lightly snorted. “Y/N, he’s just in love. Let the boy be.”

“In… love? W-With… me? In love with me?!” Y/N’s mind was spinning by now and it looked like this was her mid-life crisis. “He’s not… he can’t be… no… no… No! I have to go, Clarisse!”

Clarisse watched as Y/N sprinted off with the speed of a lightning bolt. “Haha. It’s so fun messing with them.”

“Hey, Clarisse. What’d you say to Y/N?” Luke immediately filled in Y/N’s spot. He furrowed his eyebrows, glancing at Y/N.

“I just told her how in love you are with her.” Clarisse winked and laughed at Luke’s appalled face.

“You… did what?” He questioned, panicking. “Why… why would you do that?! Clarisse! Shit!”

Luke, just like Y/N, rushed off. Clarisse smiled again. “So fun.”

Y/N hid within the comforts of her own cabin. She was supposed to teach some of the newbies archery but she was sure Clarisse could fill in for her.

“Luke… in love with me… no way.” She shook her head and deeply sighed, clutching onto her blanket. “He likes that Aphrodite girl.”

“Hey, sweetheart.” Speak of the devil. Luke opened the door, grinning at her. “Sorry I’m late. I tried meditating but I ended up falling asleep.” Classic him. “I brought you some food. I gotta teach some kids sword-fighting soon but I thought I’d just leave this here.”

Luke had one leg out of the door before Y/N stopped him. “Luke, can you maybe, I don’t know… stay over tonight? Again? It feels less lonely with you.” Y/N spoke slowly, as if testing the waters.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah. Sure. I’d be happy to keep you company. You can count on me, Sparky.”

Y/N scoffed, staring at Luke with her lips parted. “Sparky? No way are you calling me that.”

“Too bad. See ya, Sparky!” Luke managed to close the door before the pillow Y/N tossed his way hit him. She scoffed, looking around yet no words came out of her mouth.

“Sparky… Sparky?!” Y/N exclaimed in disbelief. “What sort of nickname is that?!”

Luke, who stood outside the door and heard Y/N, chuckled. He ran his tongue over his teeth, “Cute.”

A quiet knock on the door interrupted Y/N’s half-conscious nap. She stumbled to the entrance, slowly twisting the knob. “Hey.” She mumbled to Luke, who was holding an armful of snacks.

“Hey, Sparky.” He greeted her with his usual boyish smile. “Did I wake you?”

“I was just taking a small nap. You can always let yourself in, by the way.” Y/N muttered, yawning.

“I didn’t wanna be rude.” Luke replied as he stepped inside, brushing past Y/N. “Hey. I have an idea.” He suddenly said, spinning around. Y/N raised her eyebrows, gesturing him to continue. “I know you don’t like hanging out in this cabin so what do you say we check out the lake?”

“That’s breaking the rules.” Y/N said, shaking her head.

“Come on, I wanna go on a walk. And I’m already breaking rules being here. A few more can’t hurt.”

Y/N wanted to say no but how could she when Luke was looking at her like that?

“Fine.” She softly agreed. Luke dropped the snacks onto Y/N’s bed before dragging her out of her cabin. She didn’t even have time to grab a jacket.

Luke placed a finger over his lips, telling Y/N to be quiet. The two carefully creeped through the words, quietly giggling as they shoved each other.

“It’s prettier at night.” Y/N whispered, staring at the lake that sparkled in the moonlight. Luke smiled, nodding his head.

“Yeah.” He replied, but he wasn’t looking at the glittering water. He was looking at Y/N. “It’s absolutely beautiful.”

Y/N turned her head, faltering when she saw that Luke was already gazing at her. His lips curved into a bright smile.

“So, so… beautiful.” He repeated, staring into her eyes.

“Luke.” She muttered, thickly gulping. Butterflies swirled around in her stomach. After years of pushing down her growing feelings for Luke, they were coming back.

“Y/N.” He chuckled, adjusting his stance. But he slipped and fell into the lake. Y/N gasped, staring into the murky darkness.

“Luke?” She called out. “Luke!” He resurfaced, spitting out a mouthful of water. A few moments passed before Y/N burst into laughter. She stepped forward but tripped over a stray tree root. She hit the water with a loud slap, shocking Luke. He gasped, quickly swimming over. “Sparky, you good?” Luke questioned, holding her tightly.

She coughed. “It hurt a little but I’m good. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I’m good. Thanks for asking, Sparky.” He twirled a strand of Y/N’s wet hair around his finger, his gaze flickering to her lips. “Don’t kill me for this, Y/N.” He whispered, leaning forward.

His lips pressed against Y/N’s, who froze in shock. The kiss only lasted a moment before Luke pulled away, holding back the animalistic urge to do it again.

“I won’t kill you… if you don’t kill me.” Y/N quietly responded, grabbing Luke by the front of his shirt and tugging him forward.

The second kiss was less controlled, more wild. Luke held Y/N tightly, scared she would slip away if he lowered his guard. In this moment, Luke didn’t care about his drenched t-shirt or his soaking hair. All he cared about, and had cared about for the last few years, was the girl in front of him

“You kissed?!” Clarisse screamed, tugging on the ends of her curled hair.

“Hey! I don’t want everybody to know!” Y/N hurriedly shushed the girl. They were hanging around in the arena for some extra sword training and Y/N clumsily mentioned last night.

“Okay, but seriously. Reel back. You guys kissed? Not once, but twice? Oh, man, Y/N. You are so whipped for Luke!”

“I am not! Besides,” Y/N fidgeted with her fingers as she spoke, “I heard one of the new Aphrodite girls is interested in Luke.”

“What? And you’re just gonna let her have him? You’ve been crushing on Luke since you first saw him.”

“I wouldn’t call it that! It was admiration.” Y/N quickly snapped to defend herself. Clarisse mockingly raised an eyebrow.

“You couldn’t stop gushing over how he pushed you out of harm’s way when you got claimed.” The Ares kid pointed out.

Y/N huffed. “I mean, I’m a feminist, obviously. But… I wouldn’t really mind him saving me. I’m not entirely opposed… to the idea. I’m just torn, okay?!”

“What are you confused about? Luke obliviously has the hots for you too.”

“Luke and I have been good friends for ages! I’ve known him for ages too! If we start dating and it goes up in flames… I don’t only lose a partner but I also lose a friend! There’s so many factors to consider. So many things that could go wrong.”

“You already kissed. Sooner or later, he’s gonna confront you.” Clarisse’s eyes flickered to a figure behind Y/N, “And looks like he chose now. You wanna talk to him or do you want me to make a distraction?”

“Distraction, please. I’m not ready. I need to understand my own feelings before dealing with his.” Y/N practically begged Clarisse. Being such a good friend, the daughter of Ares nodded.

“I got your back, girl.” She walked past Y/N, blocking Luke’s path. “Yo, Luke, you interested in having a little spar?”

“Uh, actually, I need to talk to Y/N.” Luke uttered, glancing over at the H/C-haired girl.

“Y/N needs to check on someone. One of the Ares kids got badly injured. You go ahead, Y/N. I’ll be with you soon.” Clarisse waved her off. Y/N silently hurried off, avoiding all eye contact with Luke.

She wasn’t ready to face him just yet. I mean, what do you say to a friend you kissed? More like made out with. And passionately, might I add. Beside a lake at night.

Y/N knew Luke would go looking for her an hour before curfew, so that’s exactly why she sought refuge in the Ares cabin.

“This feels stupid.” She murmured as she rolled under one of the bed, shooing the dust away.

“He’s obviously going to try and ask Clarisse about your whereabouts. You only have to hide under there until he leaves.” Erin, a girl who was a year younger than Y/N, spoke. As predicted, Luke knocked at the door.

“Hey.” He said when Erin swung it open. “Is Y/N or Clarisse here? I need to talk to ether of them but Y/N would be preferred.”

Erin shook her head. “No. Clarisse is showering right now. Maybe check Apollo’s cabin for Y/N. She might be helping out with the injured. She does that sometimes.”

The second Luke disappeared, Y/N crawled out from under the bed. She combed away the dust in her hair. “I know what you’re thinking.” She grumbled, looking up at Erin. “Why am I going through all this trouble? It’s complicated. I’m not ready to face him… yet.”

Erin hummed as she stepped towards Y/N. “None of us will be helpful with advice but if you really want help, visit the Aphrodite cabin.”

That’s how Y/N found herself standing on a porch decorated with pink and hearts and shining pearls. She sighed to herself before she hesitatingly knocked. A short blond girl answered the door immediately.

“We’ve been waiting for you.” She said while Y/N stared at her in discomfort. “Not in a creepy way, though. I swear. We knew you’d need help with you-know-who so we kind of planned it already. Come in.”

The girl warmly guided Y/N inside, beaming. “Our head counsellor isn’t here at the moment but Mai should be plenty of help!” The blond girl pointed over to a brunette who sat on her bed, reading a book. She was dressed in black shorts and a pink crop top. But when Mai looked up, Y/N was sure she was judging her.

“On second thought,” Y/N nervously said, “Maybe I should come back another time. Maybe in the afternoon?”

“The time you come doesn’t matter.” Mai piped up, closing her book. She gazed at Y/N curiously. “You’re afraid of expressing your feelings, aren’t you?”

“I didn’t know this was a therapy session.” Y/N lightly joked.

“Y/N, it’s obvious to everybody that you harbour some feelings towards Luke.” Mai said, pressing her pink-tinted lips into a thin line. “You guys are like the dynamic duo. I understand that dating someone who’s also a friend is scary but sometimes you’ve got to take the risk.”

“If you’re scared about going back to your cabin and running into Luke, you can crash here for the night.” The blonde girl from before offered. Nobody else seemed to have any problems with that so Y/N agreed.

She ended up on the bunk next to Mai, her unlicensed love therapist. Y/N tossed and turned but she still couldn’t fall asleep. She quietly groaned, rubbing her eyes.

“Can’t sleep either, huh?” Mai piped up, pursing her lips.

“No. I can’t help but worry.”

“Let me ask you one question, Y/N. Do you like him?”

“Luke?”

“I didn’t say a name.”

Y/N groaned again. “Fine. You got me. Yes. I guess I like him. I like his smile and how he’s always giving me food and how he barges in when I’m feeling lonely. I think his curled hair is adorable and there’s no other guy better-looking than him to me. But… I’m scared that I just like his platonically. Or what if we do date and I end up losing him?”

Mai smiled. “Don’t stress over it too much. You’re the daughter of Zeus, after all.”

“Yeah, thanks. Good night, Mai.”

“Night, Y/N.”

Luke approached Y/N the next day at breakfast. He let out a subtle sigh of relief when she didn’t run away. “Hey,” He whispered to her, tapping her shoulder and interrupting her conversation with Erin and Clarisse. “Can we talk? Alone?”

“Uh, yeah.” Y/N exchanged looks with both of the girls, who nodded and mouthed good luck. “What did you want to talk about?” Y/N asked when they were in the safety of her cabin and away from all the prying eyes. She played with the hem of her bright orange shirt.

“Forgive me for how blunt I’m going to be but what are we, Y/N?” Luke asked, not beating around the bush.

“We’re friends.” Y/N choked out, her conversation with Mai last night going down the drain. Perhaps it was selfish but a part of her wanted to remain friends because at least that way, neither of them would get hurt.

“No.” Luke wildly shook his head, “Friends don’t kiss. Friends don’t spend the night in the other’s cabin. Friends don’t look at each other like we do. Friends don’t sneak out in the middle of the night to go to a lake and end up making out! And now you’re ignoring me!”

His voice increased in volume the more he spoke.

“That was a mistake, Luke! I-I didn’t meant to! It just happened! I’m not ignoring you! What makes you think that?!”

“Well, what am I supposed to think, Y/N? You’re always running off and our conversations are up and down now. Sometimes we don’t talk for days! Sometimes you seem obsessed with me! I don’t know what to think!”

“That’s rich, coming from you!” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “If you’re not with Chris then you’re with that Aphrodite girl! You practically ignore me when you’re with her!” Y/N harshly poked his chest.

“I do not! And back to the previous conversation, was it really a mistake? Was hugging me a mistake? Was staring so adoringly at me a mistake? Was kissing me a mistake?! Maybe it was a mistake to you, but it wasn’t to me.” Luke caressed her face, holding it tightly. “Kissing you… will never be a mistake to me. Never, ever.”

Y/N gulped, practically shaking in Luke’s embrace. His lips lightly brushed her’s and she flinched.

“Sparky- Princess- Y/N,” He finally decided on what to call her in the heated moment. “I have feelings for you. And I have for a long time. So if you don’t like me back… just tell me. Because I can’t spend the rest of my life chasing after you. I get that you might be in denial but once I walk through those doors, I’m giving up.”

“Luke…”

“Do you like me or not?”

“Luke… please…” Y/N didn’t really know what she was begging for. Tears welled up in her eyes as he took a small step towards the door.

“Do you like me or not?” He repeated in a firmer tone.

Y/N silently stared at the ground, her hands clenched into fists.

“I guess I was wrong about you returning my feelings… I’m sorry for bothering you. I’ll leave now.”

Y/N’s body moved on its own as she reached out to grab his arm and harshly pull him back. Her voice was supposed to be gentle but hanging out with Clarisse seemed to have an impact on her.

“Of course I like you, Luke! How could I not? But I’m afraid and confused and I don’t know what to do. I see the way other girls look at you. They like you. And I’m scared that I don’t stand a chance against them. And what if we mess up, Luke? If we date then break up, we won’t be able to be friends again. I can’t handle that!”

“I don’t think I can be just friends with you right now, Y/N.” Luke softly replied, taking Y/N’s hand in his and pressing a light kiss to it. Y/N stared at him with flushed cheeks. “I don’t care about any of those other girls. The only person I care about is you. We don’t have to rush into a relationship but I just need to hear you say that you like me. That’s all I need for now. Can you do that for me?”

Y/N shakily inhaled. “I…” She hesitated. “I like you, Luke.”

Luke pulled her into a hug, smiling as he inhaled the sweet scent of Y/N’s perfume. “That’s all I needed to hear, Sparky.”

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Okay okay. Luke x a daughter of Dionysus. I’m just obsessed with the idea of Luke, the king of godly daddy issues, and a girl who is close to her godly parent and physically cannot understand where he’s coming from because she loves her dad! He’s always been there because he’s in charge of camp. Just the dichotomy of these complete opposites being in love.

ℐ 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

A/n- I love this! Sorry it took me a few days to finish this ):

warnings- some angst, nothing else really.

“Do I look okay?” He asked, adjusting his suit that one of his siblings lended him. He looked in the mirror, and you smiled at him, looking up and coming up behind him, wrapping an arm around him. He was beyond nervous.

“You look perfect. Don’t worry about it too much. He’ll be too drunk by the end of the night anyways.” You mumbled, he laughed quietly, turning around and looking at you up and down in your dress.

“You look gorgeous.” He said to you, giving you a kiss, his hands cupping your cheeks.

Your dad had set up a nice dinner at a nice restaurant outside of the camp. He had just learnt of you both dating, and he was mad at first, but it stopped after a while.

He had booked this dinner mostly for himself, of course. But you and Luke were invited, and Dionysus secretly hoped to get to know more about the boy.

“Hurry up, lovebirds.” Your dad rapped on your cabin door, tone laced with annoyance. You giggled and rolled your eyes.

“You ready?” You asked him, holding your bag. He nodded, linking his arm with yours. He straightened his back as you opened the door.

“Hi, daddy.” You said.

“Finally. What took you guys so long?” He was dressed in a tropical styled shirt, some shorts, his hair was disheveled. His usual. You both suddenly felt over dressed.

“I was getting ready. You know-“

“Yes, yes I know.” He waved it off, and he looked at Luke.

“Luke.” He nodded to him.

“Sir.”

“Don’t call me that. Gods that makes me feel old.” He rolled his eyes, and Luke just nodded. You were led to a car, a car that you didn’t even know your dad had.

You both sat in the back, it was awkwardly silent.

“How long have you guys been dating, again?” He asked suddenly. You sighed.

“Almost a year.” You said, slightly upset he didn’t remember.

He just nodded, and it was silent the rest of the drive. Once the car had stopped, Luke was out of the car and opening up your door for you. Your dad mentally noted it.

Luke grabbed your hand, holding it as you smiled at him. He gave you a small smile back.

The server led you to the tables, a table ready. Luke sat next to you, and so did your dad. You were stuck in the middle of them.

Your dad, obviously ordered the best wine his money could buy for himself. You got your favorite drink, and Luke, he just ordered a Dr. pepper.

Your dad took a sip as soon as it came, processing how it tasted.

“Garbage.” He mumbled to himself, settling into the chair he sat in.

You and Luke glanced at each other. “What?” Dionysus asked, noticing your glances.

“Nothing, dad.” You took a sip of your own drink, he just ignored it for now.

“So, uh, what do you like about my daughter?” He asked, his cup in hand, leaning back in his chair. He was testing Luke.

Okay, hitting him with the hard questions first.

“Everything.” He said simply, and it was the truth.

He narrowed his eyes, you swallowed, “daddy, don’t.” You sighed.

“What? I’m just looking out for you.”

You loved your dad, of course you did. But he was very, very overprotective. He’s kicked guys out of camp because they tried to hit on you when you didn’t like it, he’s threatened others.

This was going to be a longggg dinner.

❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎

He took off his shoes, entering the cabin again. Quickly, he shoved off his suit and tie, leaving him shirtless.

“I’m gonna change, okay?” You told him quietly, he nodded and sat at the foot of your bed. When you entered the bathroom, he sighed heavily, burying his face into his hands.

He felt terrible, he was jealous the whole night. He was jealous of you. You and your dads perfect relationship, he wanted that.

But you were an only child, and he was a Hermes kid. The child of the God with the most kids.

You were so close with him, it hurt Luke to see. But he still enjoyed the night, how could he not? He loved seeing you in the dress, and he loved seeing you happy. That was all he wanted in the end. If you were happy, he was happier.

You silently came out the bathroom, he didn’t notice you coming out until you sat next to him and laid your head on his shoulder. He looked up, clearing his throat.

“Sorry.” He said, his voice raspy.

“You don’t have to be sorry. I know.” You laid down, and he looked at you, you motioned for him to lay down next to you.

You wrapped your arms around him, giving him a kiss. You stared into each others eyes.

“Its not your fault my dad sucks. I shouldn’t be upset over it.” He said quietly.

“But it’s okay to be. I love you, Luke. You never have to hide your feelings from me. You’re perfect, and if your dad can’t see that, then I think he’s a blind man.” You had a hand in his curls. A small smile was on his face as you spoke.

“I love you.” He said, tears threatening to fall at your speech. He gave you a kiss, his soft lips against yours.

“I know.”

#luke castellan x you #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #charlie bushnell x reader #pjo #pjo disney+#pjo tv show #pjo fandom #pjo series #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson series

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koolades-world · 2 months

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Ok ok ok hear me out because this is gonna be so cute

All the brothers but Lucifer turning into babies/toddlers and it’s just the most adorable thing ever

Mammon is clinging to his older brother like he’s his life support(if Lucifer puts him down he cries) 🥺

Omg I’m gonna cry thinking about this

Ok so back to the original thing I was gonna say

Can you do headcanons / a fanfic of MC helping Lucifer deal with his now baby brothers and actually has a knack for it

Like they’re rocking them to sleep, helping feed them, playing with them, etc

MC also obviously takes pictures of Lucifer taking care of his brothers too and it’s the absolute cutest thing you’ve ever seen

The brother’s ages also depend on how old they actually are, so mammon is like 4, Levi is maybe 3, Satan is 2, Asmo is 1, and of course the twins are like a few months old

Belphie and Beel cannot be separated or they will start crying

OMG asmo saying his first words / taking his first steps

I’m actually gonna cry this is so cute

I can totally see Satan insisting he doesn’t wanna be near Lucifer but the moment Lucifer isn’t within his sights he starts throwing a tantrum because he does indeed want to be near him

HFHCKWBGHWJCUSHVZBC anyways-

(Can we also get his reaction to MC humming Belphie and Beel to sleep)

hi!! AWWW this is literally so cute!!!!

parent mc and luci <333

decided to do hcs and a drabble since this is just so so so adorable. i could totally be talked into writing more of this concept haha

please enjoy!

Mc and Lucifer take care of his brothers as babies

I've already decided this was def solomon's fault, just like most other shenanigans

lucifer was at home with his brothers, and you happened to be with diavolo, helping him with a redecoration project at the palace

he could hear his brother yelling in the living room, but suddenly, it all stopped. at first he wasn’t too alarmed, but as the silence persisted, he decided to get up and check it out since his older brother instincts began to kick in

solomon actually met him at his door, word vomited, and almost vanished on him. lucifer managed to catch him by the collar and made him repeat himself

when he finally explained what happened, lucifer almost dropped him out of shock and called you up because he needed major help

once you arrived, you were less upset than lucifer

while he was stressed already, you couldn't help but coo at how adorable they all were

mammon and levi were arguing about something you couldn't understand, satan was occupied with a pillow with tassels on the couch, asmo was playing with the ends of solomon's cape, and the twins were fast asleep

luci fully expects you to back out, and is prepared to deal with them on his own, but is surprised when you scoop up asmo and began playing with him

after that, he learns what a wizz you were with kids

when they had a problem, you were on top of it

the two of you took turns changing diapers and things like that but he was surprised on just how much you were able to handle on your own

his brothers also adored you and were always competing for you attention and showing you all of their things

anything you did, they would want to do too, which was both cute and useful

in the meantime, solomon was supposedly trying to find a reversal spell or potion of some kind, but lucifer didn't really believe him

a few times, you had visitors. luci only allowed diavolo, barbatos, luke, simeon, and solomon into the house. luke had lots of fun and helped you take care of the brothers, while lucifer and simeon talked and did other chores

over this time, luci learnt a lot about you, and grew to appreciate you evermore

"Mammon! Levi! Time for dinner. Come sit down please." You set out four plates of vegetables, pasta, and chicken nuggets for the older brothers. Asmo and Satan were already in their chairs, waiting for food to be served. While they ate, you and Lucifer would feed the twins from a bottle. You'd fallen into a routine and learnt exactly how each of the boys liked everything done.

The two, who were running around the dinner table, settled into their chairs beside each other, and began to eat. Granted, they were arguing the entire time, but as long as they ate their food, you could care less. The arguing became background noise quickly enough.

Once they were mostly finished eating, Lucifer took them upstairs to get ready for bed, while you handled the twins. To make things easier, the two of you decided to let them all sleep in Lucifer's bed. At first, you had wanted to keep Beel and Belphie in a crib in his office, so the others didn't wake them up, but they couldn't rest there for more than an hour or so without waking up and bawling their eyes out.

As Lucifer got his younger brothers into their pajamas for bed, they all began to act as they had every night when he did that routine with them nightly, such as beginning to get restless and whining about bedtime. As he did, and while he humored them, he remembered how thankful he was for you and how he wouldn't be able to do any of this without a child expert like you.

It took him a while, but eventually, he had them to bed, and while it took a little longer, you had the twins to bed temporarily, to give the two of you time to get ready for bed.

"Mc." Lucifer greeted you as you walked into the room with a nod.

"Hey! Everything all good?" You slid into the seat next to him and began eating the plate of food he had set out for you.

"Yes. They're all asleep but I had to promise Mammon cartoons tomorrow morning. Expect to be woken up early." He chuckled a little.

"Ahh, that's alright. Could be worse. Besides, you love him." You smiled at Lucifer. He had finished eating, and was just relaxing, and enjoying the silence. As you continued to talk to him, he sat and stared at you. After a while, you realize he hadn't said much of anything. "What's wrong? Something on my face?" You wiped your face with a napkin.

"No, no. I just wanted to tell you thank you." He paused for a moment before continuing. "Even if this is the rest of out lives, I wouldn't mind, as long as you're here." Lucifer had never said something so sweet so randomly to you.

"Luci! You're too kind. Thank you too." You threw your arms around him. You were thankful for him too, and while you didn't exactly know how to put it in words, you tried your best to put all your feelings into that hug.

Once the two of you were done there and ready for bed, you got the twins and joined his other brothers in bed. You were able to drift to sleep with a baby on your arms and with the thoughts of Lucifer's true affections for you.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me asmo #obey me belphie #obey me beel #obey me levi #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date #omswd #another piece I don't love but the idea is so fun!#next time I write this I'll give myself more time

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ampresandian · 1 month

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Okay so season 1 was definitely Percy's story like between the flashbacks and his development over the quest The Lightning Thief is Percy's Story. The whole series is Percy's story but the way they produced the first season of the show is especially Percy's, and I need them to continue to develop this in the rest of the seasons.

Season 2, Sea of Monsters, should definitely be Annabeth's. Percy (and the readers) get to know her better--she opens up to him about her past, not just introducing him to the world they share (the Olympians) but to Her World and How it Got to Be that Way. We see more of how who Percy is impacts her (esp with Tyson), and she takes on a lot of responsibility for saving their quest. Unlike the Arch or Crusty, Annabeth is the one that saves them from Circe and takes on Polyphemus one on one.

Season 3 I think is Thalia's. It's the only chance we really have, as readers, to get to know her--we're thrown into her relationship with Percy at the beginning of the book, after our only introduction to her being her saying her name at the end of som, but we travel with her on this quest, and I think flashbacks, etc. in this season should be about her. It's the best way to let the audience get to know her, and I think we need to get to know her to understand her choice at the end (and to be excited when we see her again later). We need that her sudden disappearance at the end, when she leaves without saying goodbye and just as suddenly as she appeared she's gone, to hurt and to feel wrong and making her the Character is the way to do that imo.

Botl in season 4 I think is tricky at first glance (esp since we've given Annabeth som already) but tbh it needs to be Grover's. Flashbacks can be about his time in schools as a protector, and his time searching for Pan. Grover's development is kind of sudden in this story, but I think showing him when he's younger and like as he's been off Doing Things it would be more dramatic and honestly Grover is a fantastic character that Rick seems to forget about/ignore a lot and he should make it up by showing us what his life is like when he's not with Percy (which is increasingly often) and letting us see his independence develop to the point that he's ready to take on his new mantle and be a leader.

Season 5 is obviously Luke's. Even the book is written like that. We need flashbacks to his life and childhood just as much as Percy does, and they need to humanize him and let us empathize with who he was and how he got to who he is by the end of the story before he dies. I think they should give us flashbacks to his quest here, too, and probably the conversation he clearly has with Hermes before he goes on it (he's obviously bitter when he talks about it in tlt, and he had to get his magic shoes, and I think they need to utilize having that conversation in person so we can see how Hermes tries and fails to relate to him and also to make LMM make very very sad eyes as Luke leaves because he knows his son is at the end of his time as a hero). They can milk this for all the comparisons between Luke and Percy. I think flashbacks to his claiming, and not having to move cabins but probably like getting a bed or something now that he's here Forever, and when he becomes the Cabin Counselor. How/when he meets up with Thalia. Him seeking out fights as they make their way to camp. The battles he fights on his quest, facing monsters he's working with now, getting the scar.

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devildom-moss · 3 months

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Can we get some headcaons for the dateables with a MC who was really aggressive during their highschool years but has completely mellowed out and the only way that they find out is when a family member or friend of MC just brings up as random moment where they just broke someone’s leg cuz they were bullying someone, or something along the lines of that? ^O^

Thanks for the request and about 3 months later, I hope you'll like it, anon. Also I read it as MC breaking someone's leg because that someone was the one bullying (so a kind of righteous violence), so I added that in there. I went ahead and added Luke since this can be a pretty platonic ask.

Finding out chill MC used to be aggressive headcanons (the dateables + Luke)

(a little suggestive for Diavolo, Barbatos, and Solomon)

Word Count: +1,200

Diavolo

Laughs because he can’t imagine you doing that now, but also because you’re full of surprises. That’s new information, and he’s delighted by it. “You’ve changed so much since then, haven’t you? Haha. How amusing. Tell me more.”

He’ll try to get every little detail he can squeeze out, chatting with your friend or family member for hours if you allow him to. He just wants to learn more about your past.

He might not be as entertained if you hurt someone much weaker than you, though. Part of the appeal of the act is your ability to dominate and overcome. Still, he’s not preoccupied by the morality of you hurting another person – especially if you felt justified doing it.

He finds it so endearing, thinking about younger you picking fights. Even if you broke someone’s bones, which he wouldn’t normally condone, he finds it oddly adorable. A feisty human willing to fight for something, what’s not to love?

This man crushes on Lucifer – and that includes his angel era. I think it’s safe to say he has a thing for an aggressive streak.

Again, let’s be real. The thought of your aggression is a bit of a turn on, and he wouldn’t mind experiencing that side of you. When he gets you alone, he might try to tease and provoke you. “Should I be grateful you don’t ever try to punish me?” / “Would you mind showing me a bit more of that defiance? That is, maybe you could rough me up a bit. I know you’ve changed, but come on, indulge me. I’m the prince of the Devildom, I’ll be fine. Please?”

Barbatos

His face will change for a brief second – so brief that you might miss it if you aren’t watching him. A polite smile will return to his lips, and he’ll ask you calmly for confirmation. “Oh? Is that true?”

Honestly, he’s more surprised – well, actually, impressed – that it never popped up on your records than he is about discovering that information. Suddenly, you appear all the more interesting.

Barbatos would pet your head gently, as if he’s trying to praise you for learning to mellow out. He’ll tease, “Should I be keeping a closer eye on you?”

I wouldn’t put it past him to bring it up every once in a while, when you inevitably get a bit angry – just because he finds it amusing. “Feeling fiery today?” / “Hmm? So, you do have a bit of aggression left in you.” / “Shall I help calm that temper of yours?” He’ll probably run his fingertips along your face and neck with a soft, expecting smile.

He’s definitely trying to get you riled up so that you might take any suppressed hostility out on him. He’ll be so good for you – even if you bring out the whip. He likes seeing a different side of you.

However, he won’t tease you if it seems that you’re ashamed of your past aggression. He understands being ashamed of parts of his past, so he wouldn’t want to hurt you by bringing it up again.

Luke

He’s worried and completely blindsided.

What do you mean his supplemental parent best friend used to get in fights? He’ll probably accuse your friend or family member of lying to him because he just can’t imagine you hurting someone. You’ll have to admit it for him to believe them. “Really? MC, how could you break someone’s leg?! That’s terrible!”

He’s the only one who finds no amusement in this at all. Even if you hurt someone for a reason you believed in, he still has trouble accepting it. It doesn’t matter if you were young and hasty. There’s a naïve part of him that doesn’t want to condone violence in any manner.

It takes him a while to come to terms with it, and in the meantime, he acts a bit weird and probably avoids you. Inevitably, it takes him thinking about what he might do if someone tried to hurt his loved ones to understand that part of your past. He argues with demons all the time on behalf of his values and loved ones – and maybe if he was stronger, he would get into physical fights, too.

He’ll probably run to find you once that realization hits him and apologize for not understanding. He’ll hug you. “I’m sorry, MC. I think I get it now. I know you’re a good person. I’m happy that you are who you are.”

Simeon

His brows furrow, he shuts his eyes, and he brings the back of his finger to his lips. He’s trying to imagine it – drawing on every time he ever saw you get irritated or angry.

He just tilts his head and nods. He’s surprised to hear it, but it’s not especially shocking. “Yes, I suppose that tracks.” Aggression can mellow, but sparks of it don’t completely disappear – small signs of a steady flame leftover from a raging fire long extinguished.

He doesn’t pry too much, but if you felt that what you did was right at the time, he won’t judge you for it. And let’s be honest, he would accept that part of you even if you regret your past haste to quarrel and get physical. The shift away from fighting – is proof enough that you’ve learned and grown.

A part of him deeply respects your ability to fight for something you believe in. (Not to get too angsty, but) Simeon sometimes wishes he had that kind of strength, especially back then.

Learning about this side of you makes Simeon more curious about your past. He’ll wait until he gets you alone and take your hands. “There’s a lot we don’t know about each other. Perhaps it’s selfish, but I’d like to learn everything about you.”

He wants to know every iteration of you, unpack every layer. He wants to appreciate your transformation into the person you are now. He wants his affection to encompass your whole existence. For that, he would be willing to be completely understood in return.

Solomon

Thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world. He’ll immediately laugh and ask all about it. He won’t even ask you; he’ll ask the friend or family member. If you’re all in the same room, he’ll turn to them and practically beg them to give him every detail. If you’re talking on a call or something, he’ll interrupt your call just to ask. He needs to know everything.

While he’s at it, he might as well prod them for any other juicy information he can get about your past. There’s a part of him that falls to pieces thinking about how someone else saw sides of you that he will never see for himself. He knows that’s foolish, but he’s still going to get whatever information he can from that friend/family member.

Honestly, he strikes me as someone who likes seeing people get a little angry and fierce – especially aggression for a just cause. He thinks it’s kinda hot.

“I could show you how to handle some of those violent urges.” He’d seductively stress the words “handle” and “urges.” Yes, he’s trying to flirt, but he’s also serious. You think this man hasn’t developed a multitude of ways to cope with his anger and aggression? I think Solomon has spent decades in his past constantly seething. Like Simeon, he understands that it can come back – that as much as you mellow out, the passion that causes that kind of aggression remains. If you ever need it, he’s willing to help you channel it.

“If you’re ever in an aggressive mood again, you could always take it out on me.” Shameless.

A/N: Don't forget that the February poll will still be up for a few days. Vote and/or add your input if you want. (And check out that depraved poll fic from January if you haven't yet.)

#anon #requests #ask #gn!mc #obey me headcanons #diavolo #barbatos #luke #simeon #solomon #obey me dateables #obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me solomon

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reythenerdypisces · 1 month

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things that I overlooked in PJO the first time / small, funny things I noticed during my reread

Part 3: The Titan's Curse

The truth was I was kind of disappointed to hear that she liked her new school so much. It was the first time she'd gone to school in New York. I'd been hoping to see her more often.

I tried to concentrate on little things, like the crepe-paper streamers and the punch bowl - anything but that fact that Annabeth was taller than me, and my hands were sweaty and probably gross, and I kept stepping on her toes.

"The General?" I asked. Then I realised I'd said it in a French accent. "I mean... who's the General?" I want this part to be in the show

"Sweet! Let's go! [to CHB]" said Nico. this breaks my heart. he was so excited in this book

Tyson thought Annabeth was just about the coolest thing since peanut butter (and he seriously loved peanut butter).

"How would you kidnap an immortal goddess? Is that even possible?" "Well, yeah. I mean, it happened to Persephone." "But she was like, the goddess of flowers." Grover looked offended. "Springtime." you tell him grover

"That's some serious danger you're facing." Connor Stoll said. (I liked how he said you and not we.) I'm just imagining the rest of the campers not bothering to go on quests cause it's always the same few demigods and they don't care, they're just chilling safe at CHB while Percy and Annabeth do their things

The creature looked at me sadly. "Moooo!" But I couldn't understand his thoughts. I only speak horse. Percy Jackson speaks two languages: English and Horse

With a shiver, I realised that five hundred or a thousand years from now, Bianca di Angelo would look exactly the same as she did today. She might be having a conversation like this with some other half blood long after I was dead but Bianca would still look twelve years old. ouch

"It wants to kill us!" Thalia said. "Of course." Grover said. "It's wild!" "So how is that a blessing?" Bianca asked.

"That's us," he said. "Those five nuts right there." "Which one is me?" I asked. "The little deformed one," Zoe suggested.

When she smiled at me, just for a moment she looked a little like Annabeth. I know everyone talks about this part but I can't help but bring it up again, they are so cute

"Woah, first of all, I never said anything about love. And second, what's up with tragic!" little does he know. also, Percy is so incredibly insightful in this book but he's also so jealous of Annabeth and Luke and so upset about the idea of her joining the hunters yet still can't figure out that he likes her

"Seven hundred feet tall," I said. "Built in the 1930s." "Five million cubic acres of water," Thalia said. Grover sighed. "Largest construction project in the United States." Zoe stared at us. "How do you know all that?" "Annabeth," I said. "She liked architecture." I cannot explain how much this little bit means to me.

The girl I'd just tried to slice in half yelped and dropped her Kleenex. "Oh my god." she shouted. "Do you always kill people when they blow their nose?" Rachel's here!!! I love her

Five minutes later, Zoe had me outfitted in a ragged flannel shirt and jeans three sizes too big, bright red sneakers, and a floppy rainbow hat. someone draw this and tag me. what an outfit

Suddenly it occurred to me: this had happened to her before. She had been cornered on Half-Blood Hill. She'd willingly given her life for her friends. But this time, she couldn't save us. How could I let that happen to her? he is the most empathetic, wholesome guy, I love Percy

"Can't this go any faster?" Thalia demanded. Zoe glared at her. "I cannot control traffic." You both sound like my mother." I said. "Shut up!" they said in unison. I kind of wish we got more Thalia and Zoe interactions... they would've made such a great enemies to lovers dynamic, if Zoe didn't die

"Get away from my daughter!" Dr Chase called down, and his machine gun burst to life, peppering the ground with bullet holes and startling the whole group of monsters into scattering. "Dad?" yelled Annabeth in disbelief.

Grover went off with his satyr friends to spread the word about our strange encounter with the magic of Pan. Within an hour, the satyrs were all running around agitated, asking where the nearest espresso bar was.

"No," I said. "I choose the prophecy. It will be about me." "Why are you saying that?" she cried. "You want to be responsible for the whole world?" It was the last thing I wanted, but I didn't say that. I knew I had to step up and claim it. "I can't let Nico be in any more danger." I said. might I remind you this boy is 13/14 and has the whole world on his shoulders (both literally at some point and figuratively)

I feel like these are just getting longer and longer but again, I will be back for part 4!

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #pjo series #pjo disney+#the titans curse #rick riordan #perseus jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #rachel dare #thalia grace #bianca di angelo #nico di angelo

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abbyromanoff · 9 months

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i have an idea/request!

could be series worthy, who knows

but basically, if you’ve watched purple hearts on netflix, i’m kind of thinking about type of storyline where g!p nat is (kind of) in luke’s position and y/n in cassie’s position (both of the character’s backstory can be changed) but yk, i was just thinking about military!natty and how hot she would look wearing a military uniform 😋

HEART TO HEART

PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 2168

WARNINGS: angst, small smut near the end, fluff, Nat is in the military, mentions of death, arranged marriage, money problems, miscommunications, think that’s all!

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“Look, I don’t understand why you care so much, we both knew this day would come and besides, this was supposed to be an arranged marriage, we aren’t meant to actually fall in love.” Nat argued, turning to look at your saddened state with guilt hidden in her features. The two of you had only known each other for a few months after you had gotten married. Neither of you had wanted to, but your parents made sure that you both knew it was needed.

She was going into the military, a dream of hers since she was a little girl watching action movies with her dad. She had been struggling with finances for years, and so was her family. And in hopes of caring for both herself and her loved ones, she needed the benefits of joining the army, but that was only achievable with marriage.

You had come from a well-financed family, but that didn’t mean they were willing to hand you money whenever you asked. While trying to reach your goal of becoming a singer and songwriter, it had cost you loads of checks with no return. You were barely making it by every week with your part-time job and needed money quickly. Your parents offered a suggestion, and at first, you thought it may be a good idea, that was until now.

It would be a platonic marriage and once it was no longer needed, you’d depart with a divorce signing, a possibility of remaining friends or forgetting each other’s existence. But it didn’t go as planned, you felt wrong for trying to go on dates or sleep with others, and you’d dream of your wife on the regular. It wasn’t hard to fall for her, she was a respectful woman with dreams of meeting another similar to her and becoming a family man. Not to mention her beauty was beyond imaginable, you were star-struck the moment you laid eyes on her.

“You think I don’t know that, Nat? Do you think I wanted this? To fall in love with you when I’m not supposed to even sleep in the same bed as you?” While the suit she wore made her look even more attractive, it only pained you to know she’d be wearing that as she left to risk her life for the ones who didn’t even know of her name.

“I can’t help how I feel, Natasha. I know this is your dream and I love that for you, I do. But, I- I just don’t want to lose you, I don’t think I could handle it.” She sighed and averted her eyes to the wooden floor, quiet sniffles being heard from your end. You suddenly felt arms being wrapped around your body in an attempt at a hug and you graciously accepted it, knowing whose warmth it was.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” She whispered into your shoulder as her hat poked your head. Truth be told, you weren’t the only one feeling this way. She had tried hiding it in hopes you wouldn’t pick up on it, and you didn’t, you were too busy worrying about your own feelings that you hadn’t even considered hers.

She was hoping that this marriage wouldn’t have to end or else she’d have to learn to live without you again. She hadn’t feared the thought of death before you came into her life, now she feared losing you more than anything.

“I’m sorry-”

“No, no, don’t apologize, Y/N. I understand, okay? I’m not mad at you, I could never be.” She interrupted, mumbling her sweet words into your neck. She was able to catch a small whiff of your perfume, and she could suddenly remember the time you begged her to take you to the store and help you pick out a new fragrance. After nearly an hour of searching, she chose this one, and you had worn it every day since.

“I don’t think I’d be able to handle hearing that you…that you died without getting to tell you how I truly feel.” She nodded, letting you continue on. Her heart felt like it was ripping when you stuttered over your words, your weakness on display. You were never one to show it, but you couldn’t stop the shake in your voice or the tears on your cheeks.

“I know, baby, I know.” The name brought a small crack of a smile to your lips, but it soon faded when you were brought back to the remembrance of where you were. She was set to leave in less than an hour, and you didn’t know if this would be your last hour with her.

“I- I need to go, I’m going to be late if I don’t leave.” You quickly rushed to tighten your hands around her when feeling hers start to loosen.

“No, no, no, please. Please don’t leave me here, Natty.” She wanted more than nothing to listen to you and stay, but her hopes and dreams were coming into play and so were the lives of many, she couldn’t ruin this opportunity.

“I have to, Y/N, I don’t have a choice.” You understood, you did, but your heart and mind were at a battle. Your mind was telling you to force her to stay, live your life happily and tell her how you feel, but your heart was telling you to let her go, that you were being selfish trying to ruin her dreams when she only supported yours. You always told her to follow her heart, and you knew you had to take your own advice.

“I know, I know you don’t. God, I- I’m sorry, I just- I don’t think I can see my life without you now. All I see when I look into the future is you, and I don’t want to lose you, I can’t. I really can’t, Nat.” She wanted to tell you everything, that she felt the same, but there was no time. If she didn’t leave she’d risk everything, she’d risk her job that she went through so much mental and physical pain to have.

“I love you, lyubov moya. (my love)” That was the last time you heard her voice in what felt like years. You weren’t able to handle the pain of living in the house that carried so many memories in it, so you made the tough decision to move out. The house was still in her name, and you continued to pay for as many bills as it required, even while still struggling to pay for your own.

It took eight months and twenty-six days before Nat was able to return, she counted each day. You were on her mind the entire time. When she had gotten badly hurt on a mission, the unbearable pain causing her to wish for death, she thought of you. She thought of everything you had together, how she wouldn’t be able to confess if she didn’t make it.

At the same time, she worried you moved on, found someone new and started a life with them that she would only be able to dream of having. Would you be able to move on this quickly? She knew that if you truly did love her as much as you said, you wouldn’t be able to, and she didn’t want you to. But another part of her wished you would, she wanted you to find peace and happiness, and she feared she wouldn’t be able to give you that.

Every day that she could, she’d write you letters. She wasn’t able to call or text you as she was told, so she’d pick up a pen and write paragraphs on end about how much she missed you. She could only hope you read or even received them.

She came home today, and hearing the complete silence in her home brought tears of anguish. All she wanted was to be greeted by you, but she was guessing you had left her, maybe even for good. There was a pile of sealed letters on the doorstep and she realized they were the ones she sent without knowing of your new address. She felt ashamed, embarrassed to have sent all of those with the thought that you’d read them and realize she still thought of you every damn day. But you didn’t know, you were left clueless to her love. She needed to change that.

You heard a knock on your apartment door as you finished brushing your teeth and were about to grab a glass of water. You furrowed your brows in confusion before slowly walking to the door, you never had guests, especially at this hour. You looked through the peephole and stepped back at what you saw, or who you saw.

Nat heard a rushing of locks unlocking and smiled to herself, you knew she was home. You opened the door and hurriedly let your arms wrap around her in a hug, finally feeling her warm embrace after so long. The emptiness in your heart was slowly being filled the longer you held onto her.

“Hello, detka. (baby)” Her eyelids squeezed shut as her arms held the same tightness around your body as yours did to her, she was too afraid to let you go.

“When did you get home?” She finally leaned back, resting her forehead against yours gently as her hand moved to cup your cheek.

“Just a few hours ago, you were the first person I wanted to see.” You smiled before your eyes drifted to notice the cardboard box sitting on the ground next to her. She looked in that direction and chuckled to herself before explaining.

“I wrote to you every day that I could. I didn’t know you moved so I sent them to the house, I thought I’d bring them in case you, I don’t know, wanted to look at them or something.” She hesitantly spoke, fear of rejection scorching through her. She didn’t know why she was so afraid, it was you, after all, and she didn’t fear anything when she was with you.

“Oh, Nat, I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry.” She shushed you and moved her other hand to your face, cupping both of your cheeks and having you look at her.

“Shh, don’t apologize, I’m not upset with you. If anything, I’m more upset with myself.”

“You did nothing wrong, nothing at all.” She looked down suddenly, shuffling her feet nervously.

“I’m sorry for leaving that day. I wanted to stay, I wanted to tell you everything, and I wish I did. That’s why I wrote all these letters in hope that you’d realize I feel the same. I love you, Y/N. I love you more than anything in this world, and I think I always have.” She was swapping her gaze between your eyes and lips, and you knew that if you didn’t make the move, she never would. So, you leaned in closer, letting your mouth press into hers as you sank into the feeling of her plump lips. You were standing on your tiptoes to reach her height, and you reached up to pull her hat off of her head, letting your fingers run through her hair as you pulled her further into you. Her body pressed against yours as she grinned into the kiss, her tongue poking your lips and exploring your mouth when you granted her access. She was desperate to feel you in any way that you’d let her, and you were on the exact same page.

“I love you so much, Y/N, and every day I regret not telling you that sooner. So, if you’ll let me, I want to make it up to you.” She mumbled when you pulled back to catch your breath. You panted, your chest rising up and down as you admired her in full glory. You weren’t able to take notice of her clothing when you were too busy registering that she was actually here and it wasn't just a dream. But seeing her in the camo pants adorned by a buckled belt and a dark green shirt made you feel things you’ve never felt before she came into your life.

Her hands found their way to the back of your thighs as she lifted you into her hold, your wandering hands stopping at the biceps that flexed under her shirt. You could feel a small tint in her pants and bit your lip as you shuttered. Your hands traveled to the back of her neck as you played with the baby hairs, feeling goosebumps rise to the surface of her soft skin.

“May I?” She walked further into your cheap apartment, and you suddenly felt ashamed at the state of the place. It showed off your struggles in payment, but hidden under that, it showed the reason you were able to meet what you hoped would be the love of your life.

“You may.”

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blood on the ice

December 26, 2022

The third time that Carter was playing in the Word Junior Championship and probably the last year Carter would accept joining the team, she is about half way done her rookie year for the Vancouver Canucks and had been able to be released to play in the WJC.

It was 2-2 against Czech, starting in the second period with Carter scoring the first goal of the game and Czech scoring two goals after that and Connor scoring goal with an assist from Carter before the end of the first period.

Carter was skating down the ice as her teamate had shot the puck into the air towards the Czech goal and as she went to reach for it suddenly something fast came towards her and smacked her right into the face making her fall back right into the ice. Carter could feel her cheek getting wet and held a hand to her cheek feeling her whole face throbbing in pain. She rolled over on the ice trying to take a deep breaths that seemed to make the pain even worse she looked at the ice seeing it bloody and knew she bleeding and pretty heavily from how much blood was already on the ice.

Connor looked over from where he was skating on the ice seeing a player on the Czech team swinging his stick right into Carters cheek and her falling to the ground, there was blood all over her gloves and he saw the blood all over the ice as she turned over, he quickly skated right to her placing a hand on her back as the medics rushed onto the ice and helped Carter stand and they took her off the ice and down the tunnel.

Connor watched her leave and has never seen in her in that much pain he bent down grabbing her stick from the ice and skated to the bench handing it to the equipment manager. Connor saw their coach was talking with the referee making sure the player gets the right penalty.

Connor was the standing the closer to Czech bench and heard a group laughing he listened in, “She’ll now know that she shouldn’t be playing with the men, she should be in the kicthen where she belongs.”

Mason Mctavish saw Connor jaw clenching and his eyes sharpened at the player and suddenly the player was laughing again and before anyone could even stop him, Connor had left his gloves on the bench before skating right to the player and punching him across the face before slamming him into the glass.

“Now you’re so quiet.” Connor angrily sneered at the player who was staring at Connor with wide eyes, Connor slammed his shoulders into the glass, “What not so funny now is it.”

“I-“ The player stuttered genuinely frightened from the angry Connor. An angry Connor that has never had gotten into a fight on the ice before, but hurting his best friend can easily change that.

“I-“ Connor snapped mocking him before leaning closer so only the player could hear him, “If i ever hear a word about her come from your fucking mouth again, you’ll never be able to pick up a hockey stick. Understand.”

“I said do you understand.” Connor snapped pushing the player into the glass even more.

“I U-understand.” The player spluttered out.

Connor gave a curt nod before pushing him into the glass and letting the player go as the referee had grabbed Connor’s shoulder and led him to the penalty box, but it was a penalty Connor would gladly take a penalty if that player didn’t open they mouth about Carter again.

Carter was led into the medical room. Her parents and Luke quickly headed to the medical room from where they were watching from the stands. Carter got set onto the medial bed and reluctantly pulled her hand from her cheek making Ellen wince slightly seeing her daughter already bruising and all the blood that is covering her face. Carter looked towards Luke and he immediately walked over gently taking her gloves off for her and held her hand squeezing it.

Carter let the doctor clean up her face and x-ray her face, hoping nothing is broken. Carter has a deep gash across her cheekbone from the hit so the doctor stitched it up stopping a lot of the bleeding before putting ointment and bandaging the wound. The doctor left the room to look over the x-rays leaving Carter in the room with her family.

“How are you feeling sweetheart?” Ellen pressed a soft kiss on the top of her daughter’s head.

“I’d like to be on the ice.” Carter mumbled angry that she was injured and even worse the first game of the whole tournament.

“We know.” Ellen sent her daughter a comforting smile rubbing her back.

“Did we win?” Carter looked at her dad for anwser who eyes turned away from her slightly and that anwsered her question completely.

“Damn it.” Carter cursed trying to not to groan having a feeling that would hurt her face more.

The doctor walked back in, making the four of them all quickly look towards her, “Well it’s good news, it’s not broken or fractured.

That made them all breath out a sigh of relief.

“Can i play.” Carter pipped up desperately , The doctor hesitated, “Please doc, I’m the captain.” Carter knew she would most likely never come play for WJC and would likely be the last time she is the captain for Team Canda, and this may forever be the last time she can ever play with Connor as he’s getting drafted in a few months. Carter held onto Luke’s hand tightly.

“I suppose, as you don’t have any broken bones and you’re stitched up.” The doctor reluctantly agreed as Carter X-rays showed she didn’t have a break so she could play, and the doctor knew most hockey players will still play with stitches.

Carter breathed out a sigh of relief that didn’t help the pain coming from her face, “Thank you! Thank you!”

Carter, Luke and her parents walked back to the hotel and Carter was sharing a room with Connor like they sue to always do on road games. She let her parents go to their room and Luke go hang out with his team, reassuring they she would be fine. Also maybe because she wanted to spend some time with Connor.

Carter took a slow shower making sure not to get her face wet not wanting to mess up the stitches, she changed into her canucks sweats pants and Connor’s team Canda t-shirt before grabbing her ipad turning on the Canucks game and sliding into her bed.

Not even a few minutes has passed by before she heard the door quickly opened and slowly looked up seeing Connor rushing into the room, throwing his bag on the floor his eyes staying on Carter as he quickly walked over to her sitting on the bed next to her.

“Are you okay? They wouldn’t tell me anything!” Connor quickly rushed out gently holding Carter’s hand.

Carter gave him a very tiny smile trying not to move her cheek much, “Yeah, i’m okay.” Carter softly squeezed his hand back. Connor breathed out a sigh of relief having been worried since the second he saw the hit, his whole body slowly relaxing.

“I’m glad. How bad?” Connor looked at her in concern seeing the good four inches of stitches across her cheek bone, and the brushing that is already very dark on her cheek bone and under her eye.

“Not bad, i can play.” Carter replied making Connor smile softly and slowly nod glad that Connor is okay, “Can you get that please.” Carter pointed to the ice bag she left on the desk when she walked in. Connor quickly nodded getting up grabbing the ice bag and gently handing it to her.

Carter eyes widen grabbing the ice setting it next to her before grabbing Connor’s and pulling them closer to her with frown looking at the blood around his knuckles, she looked at her best friend in question.

Connor sheepishly brushed a hand through his hair, “I might’ve got in a fight.” Carter raised a shocked brow towards Connor making him laugh slightly, “I know, i don’t usually fight but he touched you.” Connor looked down at the girl he’s been in love with for years and would fight everyone for her if she even asked.

Carter eyes soften she pressed a gently kiss to his bloody knuckle grabbing his attention, “Thank you.”

Connor nodded with red cheeks, “Always.” He sent her a smile as she gently let go of his hands.

“I’m gonna shower but i’ll be right back.” Connor leaned down pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head as Carter nodded once before Connor headed with his bag into the bathroom.

Carter curled up in her bed watching the game and her teammates and brother playing, listening to the shower in the background before it shut off a few minutes later.

Connor walked out in a pair of Lululemon sweatpants and a Regina Pats shirt, he threw his bag onto his bed slipping his phone in his pocket before looking over at Carter who lifted the other side of the blanket making Connor smile.

Connor slid into the spot next to Carter making her scoot over and rest her good cheek againt Connor’s chest.

Carter and Connor have enjoyed the last week together being able to share a room and bed like they use to when they were on the same team.

Carter slowly dowsed off to the feeling of Connor playing with her hair and the sound of the Canucks game.

January 3, 2023

Carter winced slighty as she opened her jaw but bit her lip from anymore noise escaping her mouth, she knew something was wrong with her cheek as it’s been healing on the outside skin but it’s not feeling any better and it’s getting worse when she moves but she had two games left before going home so she could worry about it then.

Carter skated onto the ice of the second match against Czech and the game they have to win to make it to the Gold Medal game. She taped her stick to Connor’s stick as they do before every game before focusing on the puck.

Carter had quickly gotten the puck and skated down the ice right to the goal, she spun around the player that had hit her in the last game before taking a shot right at the top of the goal, getting the puck into the goal. She could heard the crowd go wild as she took her bow after the goal, getting her revenge for the hit she took.

Connor scored the next two goals both assisted by Carter, making the third period score be 3-1.

Carter hit a slap shot right into the net making the score become 4-1 right at the end of the third period and she tried not to groan in pain after that shot and the shaking from all of her teammates.

Canda was going to the Gold Medal game.

January 5, 2023

Carter took her last two pain pills she was given right before they were heading out to bench, she quickly swallowed them ignoring the pain as she did so.

Carter saw the concerned looks from Connor, a look that has been more common the last few days but she ignored it having a game to focus on.

Carter gave a nod to Luke who was on the other side of the ice, who gave his little sister one back before they focused on their game.

Carter blurred out most of the game not even noticing her pain as they fought for the gold medal the entire time against USA.

Carter cheered as she got the winning OT Goal in the 2023 Gold Medal Game.

 Connor who passed her the puck quickly jumped on her shaking her like crazy as the the rest of the team all surrounded her as they cheered and jumped around like crazy getting the second back to back gold medal.

Carter got handed the trophy and cheered as she skated towards her team holding it in the air, the adrenaline so high she didn’t even notice how bad her pain was in her face, such a high she didn’t even realize how bad the pain was until the next day when she woke up to her whole face pounding and knew the plane ride home was going to be bad.

Quinn who was waiting at the airport for Carter, smile quickly changed into a frown when he saw how sluggishly she was and how pale she looked, she quickly stumbled into Quinn who caught her making her groan in pain as her whole body has been moving for the whole eleven hour flight and she’s been in nonstop pain, especially as she had said goodbye to her parents and brother the night before as they had earlier flights home to Michigan so she just got on her flight in pain quickly realized that she made a stupid decision to get on the flight, A Jack kind of stupid decision.

“What’s wrong Cart.” Quinn quickly asked in concern gently brushing a piece of her hair from her face, her hair that was sticking to her face from sweating.

“Something is wrong with my cheek.” Carter slowly grunted out feeling even more pain by just moving and talking isn’t very helping.

“I thought it was just stitches?” Quinn hurriedly asked as he guided her to car grabbing her giant hockey bag and suitcase.

“I thought it was too.” Carter grunted out panting as she sat in the passenger seat, she looked at her big brother feeling tears welling up in her eyes from being so overwhelmed and having felt some sort of pain from the last week and a half, “It got worse.”

Quinn nodded pressing a very soft kiss to her forehead before looking at her, “Let’s get this figured out.” He loaded her stuff into the car and quickly drove to the emergency room.

The news wasn’t what they had wanted, the doctors immediately took her into emergency surgery because the doctor in Turkey had completely missed the break in Carter’s Cheekbone, she should’ve of had surgery a week ago but she’s been playing a hockey tournament instead.

Quinn called their parents telling them everything that happen and they promised they be there as soon as possible, He facetimed Jack and Luke telling them everything as well but neither could move their schedules to come out.

Quinn sat alone for the first few hours she was in surgery letting everyone what’s going on, he let the Canucks team know everything of Carter’s injury as she won’t be playing for a few weeks.

Quinn let the team know in their group chat and immediately Brock, Elias and Cole were driving over together and coming to the hospital. Quinn also called Connor to let him know about Carter in surgery.

Carter surgey was done six hours later, and when she woke up she felt very mild pain compared to the pain the last few days, her eyes blinked a few times before she looked down seeing Quinn holding her hand and Elias, Brock and Cole sitting on a couch in the room. She saw a stuff animal Kangaroo with a bouquet of flowers on the bedside table, multiple balloons and different flower blowup.

She squeezed Quinn’s hand not sure if she could talk after her surgery. Quinn head snapped up at the feeling of her moving, “Your awake little bird!“ He gained the attention of the other three who all quickly looked to Carter.

“Don’t talk, not for a little bit.” Quinn told her seeing her lips move, Quinn grabbed the notepad and pen off the bed side table and handed it to her.

Carter quickly wrote on the notepads handing it back to Quinn, “How Long?” Carter needed to know how long she wasn’t allowed to play.

“Four weeks max, faster depending on your healing.” Quinn sadly and soflty explained knowing she might not be able to make her first all star game.

Carter determined pursed her lips knowing she heals fast always had, and she didn’t want to miss out on her first all star game because of an injury.

Carter did make her first NHL All Star game, having got cleared the day before. The second she was allowed to be moving at all she got on the ice that day taking it slow but still practicing she missed three weeks of games but came back right after the All Star game was over, coincidentally her second game against her brother Jack.

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another-lost-mc · 11 months

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I have an idea what about Raphael eats one of Solomons dishes but Solomon did something to the food causing Raphael acting very strange like he blurts out stuff he normally wouldn't say like

Mc: *does something stupid and ends up falling down*

Raphael: *chuckles* you're such a cute idiot *immediately slaps his hand over his mouth*

everyone else in the room (including mc): *stares at him with concerns*

BUT it gets better or worse if mc alone with him like gets all touchy even if it leads to sex he doesn't act like himself this happens multiple times over the course of weeks making everyone confused while Raphael tries to understand why he's acting like until once he ate solomom food again he goes back to normal but solomom now has bandages and black eye

Oooh I like this! The implications this would have with Raphael already being in an established relationship are interesting to think about too. Going off in a slightly different direction with this one, but bear with me.

[RAPHAEL x gn!Reader, 1.5k words, nsfw. Content warnings: suggestive and sexual content.]

I could see Solomon’s cooking having unintended consequences. He’s too amused to care about trying to pinpoint what went wrong or how to fix it (so long as the side effects aren’t too severe).

Raphael eats the stew that Solomon made, and it tastes like all the other things the sorcerer has fed him (delicious), but it isn’t until later at RAD that the others start to suspect something might be wrong.

“You’re all invited to have lunch with Lord Diavolo tomorrow,” Barbatos said in the cafeteria. You were eating lunch with the angels today since the others were busy with student council business.

Luke nearly bounced in his chair with excitement. “Can we try that new brownie recipe too?”

Barbatos smiled at the young angel. “I’ve already secured the ingredients, and Simeon has agreed to bring you ahead of the others so we have time to make them.” He turned to you and added, “Of course, I’ll also brew that special blend of tea you enjoy so much.”

You loved his tea, but you missed Raphael’s frown when you beamed happily at the butler. “I’m looking forward to it, thank you.”

Raphael stabbed at something on his plate with his fork. “I don’t understand why,” he said between bites of his lunch, “his tea’s not that good.”

Everyone turned to him, startled and confused by the unexpected comment. Even Barbatos looked stunned for a moment, and a flicker of anger passed over his expression before he offered Raphael a tight-lipped smile that looked completely fake. “I shall do my best to meet your exceptionally high standards,” he said with a stiff bow before he walked away.

“Raph? Are you okay?” You scrutinized his expression, but he looked confused by your concern.

“Of course I am,” he said, because why wouldn’t he be okay? He continued eating like nothing happened, but he shuffled his chair just a bit closer to yours so your thighs touched under the table.

What everyone pieces together is that something is causing him to be a more honest, unfiltered version of himself. He’s more candid with his opinions and feelings and thoughts, especially when it comes to you.

Mammon plopped down into the seat next to yours, but you glanced at the doorway and back to him again. “Raphael should be here any moment,” you warned him, because the angel normally sat beside you at these group events and Mammon knew that.

But he scoffed and leaned back in the chair with a grin. “Yeah, well maybe he should’ve been here sooner then—“ Mammon started to say, but he yelped when his chair was suddenly pulled away from the table.

Raphael tipped the chair forward so Mammon slid off the seat onto the dining room floor with an oof. The angel tucked the chair next to yours and sat down himself, staring at the demon like he dared him to say about it.

You patted Raphael’s hand gently, and you weren’t sure whether to feel bad for Mammon or be shocked by Raphael’s behaviour. “Was that really necessary?” you asked him with an amused smile.

Raphael turned to you and the icy annoyance he showed Mammon moments ago thawed into warm affection. “He was in my seat,” he said as he took your hand in his and brought it to his mouth, tickling the backs of your fingers slightly when he hummed against your skin.

Without the censor tempering his thoughts and softening his tongue, Raphael’s language is more abrasive—crude, even. It feels almost like dirty talk, the way he weaves curses into his speech so easily now. You know it’s not a ruse or exaggeration, but simply a side of himself he normally hides from the world. You can pretend it doesn’t turn you on, but it’s difficult to keep that up for long when it affects him just as much.

It was half-time during Beel's Fangol game, and most of your friends dispersed from the stands to get more drinks and snacks. You noticed Raphael was fidgeting a lot during the game, playing with his arm sleeves and grumbling under his breath. You were here to support Beel moreso than your personal enjoyment of the game, and you assumed it was the same for him too.

You figured some fresh air away from the crowd would help his spirits, so you didn't protest when he grabbed your hand and led you down the steps to ground level. Confusion set in when he kept walking past the concession stands towards RAD, which was deserted this time of night.

"What's wrong?" you asked when you tried to keep up with his long strides. "The game's not over yet."

He glanced at you over his shoulder. "I know," he said, gaze flicking down somewhere around your chest level before he looked ahead again. "But I don't think I can wait anymore."

He led you around the corner of the courtyard and you bumped into him when he stopped walking suddenly. "Can't wait for what?" you asked, but instead of answering, he backed you up against the stone building and slid his arms around your waist.

"You're so lovely in this shirt," he said thickly as his hands slid up under the shirt hem and tickled your sides. "And I don't want to wait until the after-party to fuck you in it." He leaned forward and his nose grazed your jaw, and he tilted your head back gently before he placed biting kisses up along the delicate column of your throat

You grasped his shirt and tried to to think through the heat shooting through your belly every time his lips sucked another little mark into your skin. What he said didn't make sense; how could a shirt have this effect on him?

But then you remembered an off-handed comment he made shortly after you bought it a few months ago. He stared at you for a moment before turning away, mumbling something about, "that's a good colour on you." Since his compliments were sometimes rare and subdued, it still made you feel giddy with praise. Was this what he really feels every time he sees you wearing something he likes?

One of his hands groped the curve of your ass as he arched your body against his, and the other slipped down the front of your pants. He quickly derailed your thoughts about why this was happening. Instead, you succumbed to his tantalizing kisses against your skin, the filthy promises he whispered in your ear, and his deft fingers stroking the arousal between your legs.

Eventually the effects of Solomon's food fade away, and Raphael's temperament slowly returns to something like before, but not quite the same either. He's not as blunt with his criticisms and displeasure about things, and he's not as forthcoming in conversations he really wants no part of.

However, he's still more open than he used to be, more honest about things that matter to him. Mostly, he's more honest with you than anyone else, no matter the circumstances.

He braced himself on the carpet beside your head, and his other hand was curled around your hip. You rested your forehead on your arm to keep the carpet from rubbing unpleasantly against your skin every time a rough snap of his hips jerked you forward.

You're still not sure how you ended up on all fours on Raphael's bedroom floor, but it hardly mattered now. All you could think of was the coil deep inside that burned with need, the one that tightened with each greedy pump of his cock inside you, and the way he seemed to fill you so perfectly like no one else could.

Words escaped you as you moaned and whimpered and keened against your arm. You could hear his uttered curses behind you over the soft, wet sounds your bodies made.

"Fuck, you feel so good around my cock," he panted erratically, a sign he was close to coming undone.

The hand pulling your hip to meet his thrusts fell away. He fisted the hem of your shirt instead, and you felt his nails scratch lightly against your back. "You wore this shirt on purpose, didn't you?"

Your face burned at how easily he saw through your ploy. Perhaps you had new motivations to wear things in that particular colour he liked so much.

"M-maybe," you admitted breathlessly. You liked wearing clothes that reminded you of the evening he fucked you against the rough stone wall of RAD, while the cheers from the Fangol pitch drowned out the sinful noises you both made.

He smacked your ass—not hard, but enough to make you yelp in surprise. You moaned when he leaned forward and pressed against your back so he could reach your arousal between your legs, and he stroked you quickly in time with the sloppy rhythm of his hips.

The tingling sensation and his hand spreading your wetness to drive you over the edge was too much. You buried your cry in your arm, and he grew still behind you as hot warmth seeped inside you and trickled down your thighs.

He maneuvered you both onto the floor, his arm wrapped around you with his cock still buried deep inside. He panted against your temple and kissed you. "I love you," he murmured into your ear.

There were still things he didn't say often, feelings he had trouble expressing without some sorcerer's concoction loosening his tongue, but you basked in his quiet honesty and loving touches, because no matter what he did or didn't say, you still knew him better than anyone else.

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angelsdemonsandhumans · 11 months

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❝𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭?.❞

; A new exchange student is welcomed in the Devildom. After noticing that you already have made that place your home, he tries to steal everything you have for jealousy. Unluckily for him, that's not how things turn out.

; All the brothers, Diavolo and Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon and Luke.

After your success in the Devildom, Diavolo wisely decided to bring another ordinary human into his realm. You used to associate with demons, benevolent angels, grim reapers and cunning sorcerers. Now that you had spent several years in the Devildom, with no intention of returning home, Diavolo seemed determined to bring another ordinary human into the devildom, to have companions like you.

Since you were an extraordinarily curious and open-minded human who found yourself in a world inhabited by extraordinary creatures, you had acquired a vast knowledge and a great education thanks to the influence of so many different characters from various species. This had undoubtedly allowed you to be much more cultured and educated than normal.

When the new individual was brought into devildom and faced with demons, his reaction was to be extremely surprised, frightened and even incredulous, just as any average human would have done. He immediately noticed the clear difference between the human world and the demonic one, even if they didn't have wings or horns.

He began to scream and cry desperately, terrified by their presence, and also by the fact that he had awakened in an unknown place, looking tense.

While Diavolo and Barbatos didn't mind, as they considered the newcomer's behavior "quite human" and even found it amusing, Lucifer and Asmodeus were irritated.

During the meeting, in fact, Lucifer's irritation was clearly noticed, who seemed to be the most annoyed of all by the human's attitude. His patience had been tested, and his expression had become increasingly tense and impatient.

Asmodeus, on the other hand, looked at the human with a certain amount of confusion and disgust, while he followed all his movements with his eyes, while the mortal tried to leave the room, even if the door have been locked by Barbatos as soon as they had reunited.

Among those present there was also Satan, who observed the scene with a certain indifference, as if he didn't care too much about the human and his reaction. Mammon, on the other hand, had arrived punctually that time and had sat down, surprisingly, in silence.

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«HAH! I WIN! Again!» you yelled vigorously, throwing a triumphant fist in the air. Leviathan sighed in frustration, gripping the joystick hard in his hands while you were extremely excited about your surprising victory. «Ugh, I can't believe I lost. This is so embarrassing» he murmured to himself, scratching the back of his neck embarrassedly. Turning to look at him, you could see the blush building rapidly in his cheeks and just laughed, he was adorable. «Oh come on, Levi! we-» but your sentence was cut short by the sound of Leviathan's bedroom door being slammed as the white-haired figure entered the room.

«Yo, guys. The human is going to stay here!» Mammon didn't look very enthusiastic, in fact he looked irritated. You didn't know if it was because the human in question had to stay in the house with you, or because Lucifer had forced him to go and warn you.

Leviathan blinked slowly, as if he were trying to understand the words spoken by the avatar of greed. Then, making a soft "gasp," he suddenly leapt to his feet, making you jump at the unexpected gesture. «What? A normie is going to stay here?! No way!» he complained immediately, frowning and placing the joystick next to yours on the ground.

You sat up, placing a gentle hand on Leviathan's broad shoulder, looking into his large eyes. You looked at Mammon too, noting his bothered look before they both turned to you. «Come on, it won't be that bad! And I am a human too, do you know?» you chuckled softly, trying to instill some courage in the two demons. «It's different» Mammon murmured, looking a little skeptical, and Leviathan nodded to his words, gesturing lightly and a little carelessly.

«You are like.. like Solomon! He's a human, right? Still, he doesn't seem like it at all!» you blinked rapidly, staring intently at Leviathan. You then turned to deftly pick up the soft joysticks, turning off the addictive game you were facing. You felt the ominous scrutiny of the demons behind you. «Solomon and I aren't that different. We just hold a little power within us, that's it» you chuckled with a sly smile, turning towards them once everything was settled.

Mammon crossed his arms with a gesture of feigned nonchalance «Well, they are about to come back. let's hope he won't destroy anything at least here» you and Levi stopped from fixing the tub where you had slept together that night, turning abruptly towards Mammon. Leviathan raised an eyebrow, puzzled, while you gave Mammon a suspicious look.

«Destroy anything?» Leviathan asked, repeating his older brother's words, stepping back and lifting his head slightly to look into his eyes. «Pardon?» your nervous laugh indicated that you did not expect such situation to happen, and Leviathan's expression indicated that he did not expect it either.

Mammon was visibly intent on answering you, but before he could open his mouth Asmodeus' high, impetuous voice was heard as he flanked his white-haired brother. «Oh my, Mc! Lucifer sent me to deliver an urgent message. We're back, and he wants you to know that you're absolutely needed. So make sure you're ready, okay?» he announced firmly. The boy turned towards you, smiling with his usual sweetness and kindness, and you nodded, leaving the room while Leviathan followed you closely with a reserved and careful attitude.

Silently arriving in the living room, you noticed that all the many brothers were sitting around the soft sofa, forming a circle around the helpless figure of a human. The poor fellow, who had his head down, was helpless and frightened in the face of the presence of demons. You couldn't see his face, though, as it was lowered and covered in tousled black hair.

To his right stood imposing Lucifer, who scrutinized him, Beelzebub, who seemed more attentive to the cereal he had probably recovered as soon as he got home, and Belphegor, who was watching you as soon as you stepped inside the room.

To his left stood Satan, who as in the meeting was indifferent, Asmodeus, who seemed he couldn't wait to leave, and Leviathan would probably have sat down too, who instead remained behind you looking at the human with judging eyes.

You decided to approach them, advancing into the living room and immediately noticing the fireplace which was missing the fire that usually crackled happily and without problems. Your arrival in front of everyone brought a wide smile to Asmodeus' lips. «Mc, I trust we have already discussed the matter of the new exchange student with you. Allow me to introduce Simone, who as you can see, appears rather uneasy and hesitant to engage with us. It occurred to me that you might be better suited to approach him, since I believe he will respond more favorably to your company than he does to ours.» Lucifer spoke as he got up off the couch, after clearing his throat.

You understood perfectly what he wanted to tell you, so you nodded lightly, carefully observing the human. Realizing that to have a private conversation you needed to be alone, all the other brothers followed the Avatar of Pride and got off the couch, while Mammon loudly complained why he couldn't stay with you. He was dragged away by Leviathan, who seemed to understand the situation better than his older brother did, leaving you and the human in a relaxing and serene stillness.

«You can talk. How do you feel?» you asked as you carefully lit the fireplace, carefully bending over to observe how the flame slowly began to crackle, a smile lit up your face as the gentle warmth enveloped you in a delicate caress. But despite this, you heard no response to your words. So, with a slow but decisive movement, you turned towards Simone, approaching and going to sit next to him, observing him carefully.

He had his head raised, staring into the fire with an intense and concentrated gaze, while his green eyes sparkled with an intensity that vaguely reminded you of Satan.

«I feel.. I don't know how I feel. I felt so much strong emotions that now I feel empty» he whispered softly, turning slowly to meet your gaze. You nodded, pulling your gaze away from his. «Mhm… well. Would you mind if I explain to you how this year will be? Lord Diavolo must have told you the basic» smiling softly, you patted his shoulder «I'm Mc, by the way. Nice to meet you» you tenderly held out your hand smiling slightly, and he took it, squeezing it weakly.

After that, you began to explain to him how the year had gone for you; without going into detail about the brothers' private information, of course. You explained to him how at the beginning you too weren't so sure about how it was going and you didn't trust anyone, then proceeding by explaining how living in that house had made the brothers your second family, and how not everyone in the devildom was bad. A bit like the human world, after all.

Then you started talking about the brothers individually. Saying how cold Lucifer could be, but knowing deeply he loved the people he cared about, how it was best not to leave your wallet unattended in front of Mammon, how sensitive Leviathan was truly, how Satan was admirable for his self-control despite his avatar, how Asmodeus could be the best friend of the century, how reliable Beelzebub could be, just don't leave him alone with food, and how Belphegor was kind, and despite his laziness he always did something for you.

«You truly got nothing to fear. And plus, they can't hurt you. You are under the custody of Lord Diavolo. If they dare to hurt you, they will face strict consequences» you spoke softly again, as if you wanted to conclude your explanation in a reassuring way, squeezing his arm with a delicate and comforting grip. You hoped that gesture could somehow contribute to calming all the anxiety that probably tormented Simone, making him more serene in some way.

You looked up at the clock and noticed that it had been more than two hours since you'd started talking. You blinked, realizing that time flew faster than you planned. «I have to go out with Asmodeus in 15 minutes» you said, turning towards him.

He seemed visibly alarmed, suddenly panicked. His wide eyes showed his growing anxiety, while his hands trembled slightly. He probably didn't want to be there alone now that he just trusted someone.

But you just couldn't miss that exit. Asmodeus had been looking for the perfect date and moment for months, since you had always refused every time. If you'd said no to him that time too, he'd probably drag you along with a ruthless and inexorable determination.

«A-and what will I do?» was what the young man said in a deeply disconsolate and uncertain tone, while you sighed playing with your fingers, resting your elbows on your knees, sensing the tense atmosphere given the boy's negative emotions. With a sudden smile, as if the idea that had just occurred to you was absolutely brilliant, you proposed: «..you could stay in my room until I come back. Then, I will make you see the whole house!» He looked at you with that same sad, lost look, and proceeded to nod slowly. «I guess that could do..»

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«Oh, Mc! Like always, I had sooo much fun with you! We absolutely have to do it again!» Asmodeus exclaimed extremely excited, as he waved his hands briskly. His room was perfumed as always, full of flowers of all kinds and colors. His soft bed was completely covered with bags and purses fresh from his grueling shopping.

«Yeah, If only we wouldn't meet that demon during our path, I could have said the same thing» you snapped with a hint of anger evident in your voice. You crossed your arms across your chest, staring at Asmodeus with a sharp gaze, while he gave a guilty smile.

«Oh come on! Who could sell that trashy outfit so much money?! Not even Mammon could do that!» He clumsily tried to justify himself, and you let him be with a disinterested wave of your hand, almost defiantly, laughing softly with a smile on your lips.

«By the way, now It's better if I head back to my room. I left Simone there and I have to show him around» You slowly approached the heavy wooden door while talking to Asmodeus. behind you, his face twisted into a confused expression, raising a perfectly drawn eyebrow. «Who?» he asked, advancing towards you with determined steps.

«Simone. It's the new exchange student, did you already forget him?» you replied, looking up at the demon.

Asmodeus suddenly seemed to light up, but then grimaced in disappointment and folded his mighty arms across his chest. «Can't you do that later?» he asked in a pleading tone of voice «We can have fun here together now!» he tried to convince you, but you, with determination, managed to get out of his room in a few quick minutes; although you didn't mind spending time with Asmodeus, at that precise moment you felt the need to lend your help to Simone, who needed your support.

«Hey, Simone, I'm back!» You entered your cozy bedroom as your host pounded the nightstand drawer closed hard, turning abruptly towards you. He jumped up onto your soft mattress, creating a slight jolt. Batting your eyelashes, you giggled, closing the door. «You must be bored, right?» you asked with a raised eyebrow, scanning his uncertain face. Simone sighed, shaking his head in disappointment and frustration.

«It's not that.. I just had to distract. I heard them walking around, always getting closer and I was scared they would come in» he admitted, sighing bitterly. You didn't understand why he was so afraid of them, they wouldn't hurt him. «Oh.. well» with a bright and wide smile, you put your hands on your hips.

«Let's bring you to a whole trip to the House of Lamentation, where you will stay!» you said excitedly, your hands frantically clapping against each other, before throwing your bedroom door open wide again. With a quick gesture, as if you were signaling someone to leave, you pointed to the outside of the room.

He followed your will, getting up from your bed and walking towards the exit, but then turned to you with an expectant expression, waiting for you too to exit your room to start the tour.

After probably an hour of exploration during which you met the brothers in the different rooms, you managed to show Simone every corner of the house.

In the spacious kitchen you had met Beelzebub, who greedily emptied the refrigerator, throwing open the door extracting every delicacy from the freezer. His nimble hands moved quickly, as if he was trying to steal the food undetected. It was evident that his insatiable appetite had brought him to that room.

In the library, you had met Satan, who seemed to have fallen asleep with a book on his chest. Beams from the moon filtered through the blinds, illuminating the room with a dim, soothing white light. His figure looked so peaceful and serene, as if nothing could disturb his sleep. However, your talking and moving around the room had woken him.

Finally, in the spacious living room, you had met Belphegor, who was lying fast asleep on the sofa. His figure was so still and peaceful that he almost looked like a statue. Even if you tried to talk to him, there was no waking him up. he was so sound asleep that nothing could disturb his sleep.

«And that's it! This is the whole house, you will sleep on my room, I might have some mattress, somewhere.. or I just ask Lucifer one, since you have to sleep somewhere and they doesn't seem to have bothered to give you a place to stay at yet» you huffed impatiently, shaking your head with a gesture of disapproval. He nodded slowly, his expression had eased, as if a weight had been lifted from his thoughts; he wasn't going to sleep alone.

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The month flew by quickly. For Simone, things weren't going the way they had with you, but he still was able to speak more freely with Mammon and Asmodeus than the other demons. Despite this, he continued to experience a strong fear that Beelzebub would devour him, while Belphegor gave him negative and disturbing sensations, as he told you.

But in the last busy week, your company wanted to spend more and more time with you and your friends; Sometimes you hang out with four demons in your class, and other times you had fun with the gang of radiant angels and the human with unusual behavior to say the least. But Simone, insistently, always wanted to be in your company, causing no small amount of stress. You weren't constantly free to please him, and you couldn't take him with you wherever you went. Moreover, your closest friends didn't take a like on him, which surprised you a lot, considering that Simeon and Luke usually liked everyone.

Solomon was known for his imperturbability in the face of even the most boring situations. Despite this, he could not hide his frustration at the fact that your magic lessons and practices were often disturbed by Simone's constant interruptions, which did not allow you to concentrate adequately. While you loved spending time with Solomon brewing magic potions, Simone's constant presence made it difficult to find a quiet moment. Solomon often made sarcastic remarks, complaining that he couldn't carry on his work in peace.

And one evening, while you were preparing to go out with Belphegor and Beelzebub, you stopped him firmly before he could utter the classic words "Can I come?". «I'm sorry, Simone. You have to stop incessantly sticking around me like this. Try to socialize with Mammon or Asmodeus instead. They will be delighted to spend some time with you, but for now, please leave me be», you looked at him, while you adjusted the shirt you had worn that evening, carefully checking that everything was perfect in the mirror.

The young man showed a disappointed pout on his face, as he let out a deep disconsolate sigh. «But..» he looked at you, crossing his arms on his chest «I appreciate you like to stay with me, you are friendly and I like you.. but you should also make your own friends, not only stick around with me. Also because we won't stay together forever, just this year»

Simone looked at you. You felt guilty, but it was also stressfull; You didn't mind hanging out with him, but not if he always started being clingy, getting in the way of your important activities.

«Alright, I get it. Sorry to pressure you» Simone nodded, and you smiled at him lightly, giving him a quick and reassuring hug, before gently pulling away and leaving the room with an affectionate greeting. After all, Belphegor and Beelzebub were waiting impatiently for you, and you didn't want to keep them waiting too long.

After changing his attitude towards you, Simone seemed to find comfort and security in acting like you. You didn't know if this situation was worse or better than the previous one. Surprisingly, he started talking and acting like you with the brothers, who at first didn't seem to find anything strangeness in this, in fact, they appreciated it.

Over time, Simone managed to bond with all the brothers by adopting your affable character. It was as if they had the opportunity to get to know the same person again. You wondered what pleasure or satisfaction Simone felt in imitating you so shamelessly.

Leviathan and Mammon often went out with him, sharing moments of fun and laughter, while Belphegor willingly allowed himself afternoon sleeps in his company. Beelzebub also tried to share food with him, at least when he managed to leave some.

It wouldn't have bothered you (since it was pretty evident how the brothers weren't replacing you at all but just spending time with another friend) if it weren't for the fact that he kept imitating you, seeming to do the opposite of what he used to do; he tried to shut you out, as if he wanted to see you isolated and alone. He had even tried to do it with other people outside of the brothers. You could not deny that his behavior deeply hurt and upset you.

- «Hey, Belphie, weren't we supposed to hang out together?»

- «Heh, don't worry, Mc, I haven't forgotten about our plans. Simone keeps trying to lure me away with promises of hanging out with just him and Beel, but I assured you that we'll be together tomorrow. I promise»

- «Mammon, shouldn't we hang out?»

- «Tch, I already told that human we're gonna be hangin' out in private, but don't get the wrong idea! You better show up when I call you to meet me at Majolish. We're just gonna be hangin' out and keep it casual, alright?»

- «Angel, weren't we supposed to..?»

- «I know, I know.. *sigh* Simone was adamant about spending time with me alone, so I couldn't refuse. the only thing we truly have in common is the name. We have to find another opportunity to hang out together. I promised you that»

It was clearly noticeable that Simone's behavior was starting to disturb everyone more and more, but you had decided to fight evil with evil. He also started to do the things they usually asked you to do, such as, for example, passing a specific sauce or a drink on the table, or helping them to do something, and the petty little mischief that he was starting to do to you (if you told the brothers it was his business). You would have acted cleverly. And that's exactly what you did.

You really started to be an annoying obstacle to him; you didn't give him time to talk, to dialogue with the brothers because you did. Even if they asked him, you did the requested favors. You were the one who started insisting on hanging out, and the brothers sure couldn't pick a human who'd been there a month over you.

It was a battle already won, but you liked playing it smart.

Like that evening; well, Mammon had, as usual, made a huge mess of debt. And so there you are, for the second time, working in adorable bunny outfits. The last time you went you were perfect.

As soon as the human saw how Asmodeus was rummaging from the sofa in a large suitcase full of colorful outfits and rabbit crowns, he became curious. It didn't take long for Lucifer to explain the situation to him. He repented soon after, of course.

«Can I come?» pleaded Simone while you were in difficulty, since the idea of going there meant that YOU would have to supervise their work and make sure that they didn't stop even for a moment, while they couldn't allow themselves a single instant of rest. In particular, Leviathan was very concerned, due to his known problem with interacting with people.

You were in the living room, Simone observed with curiosity how Asmodeus was looking for those clothes that he had jealously guarded, hoping to find them. «I always waited for this day!! Oh, Mc, you were so cute in that outfit, I can't wait for you to wear it again!» the avatar of Lust didn't seem to hear Simone's words, who cleared his throat and put a hand on his shoulder, while he turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

«I asked if I can come too?» he repeated his question in a firm tone, and you looked at him with an air of disapproval and uncertainty. You knew exactly what he intended to do and, deep down, you were aware that he wouldn't take the job seriously. Your thoughts were stopped by the sharp words of Belphegor, who proved to be against the idea: «I think we are enough already» Even his twin, reasoning with the lazy boy, added: «Yeah, the others will work there too»

Raising a puzzled eyebrow, you and Simone quickly turned to look at the twins, while Asmodeus again began to carefully sort all the clothes, to prepare everything to be elegantly worn; you were to attend that very night, after all.

«Yeah, Solomon, Simeon and Luke will be there too!» Asmodeus spoke incredibly excitedly as he threw their respective masters' clothes, throwing yours as well. At the mere mention of Solomon's name, Simone seemed to be even more determined to go too, an aura of irrepressible enthusiasm enveloped him. He would have done everything, without any hesitation, to get to know him deeply, to spend time with him. The mystery around the sorcerer seemed irresistibly fascinating and magnetic for Simone, an enigma to be discovered at any cost.

«I want to come tho» He complained bitterly, and you smiled victorious and arrogantly, knowing that this time he wasn't going to win, while you would go. But your boastful victory was crushed by Mammon's enthusiastic words. «Yeah sure, why not?! C'mon, the more, the best! We will finish this job like nothin'!» You were pleased that despite the fault being his, he was so positive and bold, but why Simone? You really preferred that he not get in the way, but he always seemed to find a way to do it. It made you deeply angry.

Unexpectedly, your penetrating and fleeting gaze fell on Mammon's; this generated a sudden explosion of confused and disconnected babbling, before subsiding into an awkward silence. However, the avatar of Greed's words unleashed a wave of complaints from Leviathan as well, who, with his arms folded across his chest, began to speak vehemently against Mammon's words. «It's already hard this way, if another will be there to see ME act like a perfect moron and-- dance!» he bit his lip, frowning in an expression of pure shame as he clenched his fists hard. «I might just DIE!» he concluded his sentence, glaring at Mammon accusingly, while stamping his foot on the ground in a capricious and childish way.

«Calm down, Levi. I am sure everything will be fine. This time, it's just a day, alright?» you calmly tried to calm Leviathan's agitation, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. «I am sure that with me you will feel better!» Simone joined the scene, almost pushing you aside to wrap an arm around Leviathan's shoulders as he spoke in a reassuringly cheerful way. Your face darkened and you grit your teeth, turning decisively away. Leviathan, much to Simone's displeasure, didn't seem very comfortable with that sudden contact, emitting a nervous giggle. «I- I guess..» he murmured, scanning the other brothers for help.

«So... He's coming?» you spat acid after a few seconds of awkward silence, while you watched the brothers with your arms folded across your chest in defiance. Simone pulled away from Leviathan, showing a dazzling toothy smile, while Lucifer blinked with a certain disinterest, although he held his outfit in his arms with maniacal care. «I should ask-» Lucifer began to say, but was abruptly interrupted by Simone who began to pray, begging to be able to help at any cost, because "he was dying to be able to help."

Eventually, he too received his own uniform; it was a black and white uniform. It deeply irritated you that he too would be present in the work field, creating further distractions and complications. And above all… you knew that he would spend the entire time chasing Solomon everywhere, unable to concentrate on his work. it seemed incredible to you that you had to follow him too to make him do his duty. At least Simeon and Luke, who you knew well, would have helped keep everyone on the line.

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«MAMMON.» The demon jumped suddenly. His circlet, once fixed on his head, crashed to the ground. He spun around, glancing at you with a bewildered expression painted on his face. It had already happened an innumerable number of times that evening: the demon seemed distracted by who knows what, and had been going on like that for hours.

Leviathan seemed to take the job he'd been given seriously, but his inability to do everything himself forced him to enlist the help of Solomon or Luke to deliver orders.

Lucifer was incredibly dexterous and was able to perform every task with mastery, without having to utter a single word. Satan, sadly, was a little too enthusiastic and in that area, infested with too many cats for your liking, he seemed almost overly joyful.

Asmodeus, on the other hand, was not very practical and often complained of sweating, having sore feet and dirty hands because of trays. Despite repeated scoldings to invite him to recover, he continued to be clumsy and inexperienced. You tried to console him, reminding him that it was only that night.

Beelzebub was constantly watched with a hawk's eye, otherwise he would greedily devour everything that was on the trays entrusted to him. Every now and then you pretended not to notice Belphegor going to sleep, because if anyone dared disturb him he became seriously nervous and work with a frown.

Simeon and Luke were extremely conscientious and took every task with an almost sacred seriousness, while Solomon… well, as you'd expect, Simone kept bothering him constantly, following him everywhere, doing his job and hindering the wizard's.

At the time, you had devoted yourself to examining the orders, a long list written by Belphegor. «How large is that family..» you muttered to yourself, before feeling someone hit your back violently. The blow was so strong and unexpected that you almost fell to the ground, while an annoying laugh echoed in your ear. You couldn't stand that obnoxious exchange student.

You were so incredibly close to yelling every insult you could think of in his face, but you couldn't afford to completely lose control like that. His amused and mocking smile made your blood boil in your veins. You turned on him, furious as ever, but then suddenly someone yelled his name, making him jump. Simeon approached you. «My apologies, but we must hurry.» his tone was cold and impatient as he stared at you. He turned his gaze towards the human next to you «Simone, please quicken your peace and refrain from distracting others. The order is awaiting us, stop wasting our time.»

Simeon indicated with his arm the place where Simone had to go, staring at him with furrowed eyebrows and tense face, pushing him decisively to make him move. Simone quickly ran towards the place, realizing that Simeon was very close to losing his temper.

«Ugh, I wish he didn't come» You murmured dejected, while Simeon looked at him with impatience and growing anger, before sighing and turning his gaze towards you. «I'm sorry, Mc...» he gave a slight smile, then extended his hand with a gentle gesture; you handed him the paper, which he took.

«Don't worry, just be patient. We are managing decently well, It will be over soon!»

«I am on the brink of consigning him to the abyss of oblivion.»

«Haha, that's funny..» Simeon slowly turned to look at Solomon, who meanwhile seemed quite annoyed and slightly impatient; he wasn't even too disheveled, while he absently ran a hand through his white tuft. However, he was certainly extremely stressed both for work and for Simone, who at that moment, with a slow and somewhat uncertain step, was approaching.

You had sincere empathy for Solomon, but sadly there wasn't much I could do to stop Simone from continuing with his behavior. Despite this, you had to admit that the boy did his job with some competence, delivering the things assigned to him with some efficiency. However, after the seventieth time you had to stop Simone from distracting himself, and even from trying to cast some curse spell on Solomon (who answered with a bitter smile at every word), you had sincerely had enough.

The situation had become increasingly frustrating, as Simone seemed unable to concentrate on his task anymore and kept getting in the way of Solomon's work. Despite your repeated reminders, the boy didn't seem to understand the importance of the thing you all were there for and kept behaving in an unprofessional manner.

Taking Simone's arm decisively, you also touched Simeon's from behind, who was immersed in the concentration of orders at a table. «I am going to have a talk with Simone. Can you handle everything for a few minutes?» you asked, noticing a slight understanding smile on Simeon's face. With that gesture, you pushed the other human away from other people's eyes. «Well?» asked Simone, confused by your unexpected action.

«....well?.» you repeated through clenched teeth, crossing your arms and moving your back down, slamming it hard against the wall and putting all your weight there. «Just what do you even think you are doing?! I knew you would come here just to bother», you spoke with fierce anger, and he too seemed to get angry, as if you were telling a lie. His presence annoyed you, even if it was you who brought him there.

«Me? What are you talking about? Until proven otherwise, I believe YOU brought me here, I was working!» You raised an eyebrow as you smirked, accentuating your defiant expression. «Do you call following Solomon around work? Do you call trying to obstruct my actions work?» you growled, while you visibly darkened, giving off a negative aura. You ran a hand through your hair, which was sweaty and messy from your frantic activity, and was surprised that you weren't out of breath despite your agitated and tense state.

«I wasn't--» «Don't even bother denying.» you placed a finger in front of his lips, staring at him intently. A sly smile crept onto your lips as your other hand rested on his shoulder. «You aren't playing nice, Simone. but I am really sick of seeing you trying to poorly replace me. So..» giggling mockingly, you pushed him back forcefully, making his balance falter and risking a disastrous fall. «I won't play nice either. have fun on this job.» and with that, you walked out the back of the club and left him alone.

He blinked, staring at the door with a blank, unfocused expression. He shouldn't worry too much, you were both human beings, in a world populated by demons. But the situation made him feel vulnerable. Why were you so cheeky, just because you had a pact with all the brothers? He clenched his fists hard and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He wouldn't let you win, he told himself determinedly.

But you warned him explicitly; in addition to the fact that every time Simone had something in his hand you took it from him with a quick and precise gesture, and that when he went to assist a table, you took his place with disarming ease and took the orderin before him, without hesitation. You weren't sticky with the sorcerer, you simply stayed close to him, until Simone walked away.

«Is this better?» You asked in a calm voice, after noticing that the room had been empty for a few minutes and that there was no other customer waiting. Solomon absently ran a hand through his hair, involuntarily dropping the headband to the ground. You promptly bent down to pick it up for him, noticing how his ears shone in the soft light of the room. «Oh... i guess it is, thank you Mc», said the boy with a slight laugh, as he took the headband back in his fingers and enjoyed playing with one of the bunny ears that adorned it.

Mammon approached rapidly, placing his hands on your shoulders, while his bright and curious gaze scrutinized your face. «Yo Mc!!» he exclaimed enthusiastically, «You should come check this!» he invited you, showing you his phone. it was one of those games as popular as they were deceptive, from which they promised to earn easy and free money. You had already tried to convince him that most of them were scams or otherwise unreliable, but he didn't seem to care in the least, and kept hammering on his point of view.

Smiling smugly and rolling your eyes, you put an arm around his shoulders, causing him to wince slightly and stop to your humble height, since he was up while you were sitting. «Great Mammon, didn't I already tell you to not trust these things? they could probably be more fake than real» you tried to reason with the greedy brother, who meanwhile was sulking slightly; his cheeks were still red from the previous action.

Solomon was called by Asmodeus and Leviathan, who seemed eager to do something and needed his help and skills. You didn't see Simone around you, and you began to wonder anxiously where he had gone; you didn't want to lose sight of him, fearing that he might do something troublesome.

«Hey Mammon, have you seen Simone?» the boy seemed so focused on the phone (his fingers were so fast on the screen that you thought he could be a robot sometimes) that surely he hadn't heard your words, because he didn't even give you a look.

Removing your arm from his shoulders and rising from the stool where you were sitting, you cracked your back aching from the uncomfortable posture, emitting a soft moan of relief. Then, looking around carefully, you noticed Simone going out of the room with two girls, whose long tails of hair flowed sinuous to the rhythm of their slow steps; something was wrong. You squint, raising an eyebrow in perplexity and suspicion, and decides to walk over to see what was happening. You stopped behind the corner of the wall, hidden in the shade, and you could distinctly hear their whispered words, crossing your arms and standing still waiting to understand what their intent was.

«We don't understand how the brothers prefer Mc over you» a female voice was heard, and you raised an eyebrow. "What a bitch, talking bad about me?"

«I know, that's why I am trying to take their place. As you can see, tho, it's not easy. They are so attached to them» he groaned sighing.

«You don't have much time either. The year is about to end, and you will go back home. Plus, Mc stays here more and they come back a lot of times during the year, despite the program that end» the other demon-- the female voice lower than the previous, spoke.

«Yeah, I am aware. Why do you think I'm trying to befriend that man of a sorcerer? He's the hardest over everyone, he literally doesn't want to even talk» Simone snorted, the demons seemed to laugh

«With Mc It's been different; perhaps it was because they both were humans and Solomon wanted another mortal friend?» there was at least 2 minutes of silence after that, before Simone opened his mouth again. «Solomon is human?»

At this you had to do as much as possible not to burst out laughing. He wasn't the first--human or demon, who thought Solomon wasn't mortal, and he made you laugh at the tone of absolute shock he used.

You continued to listen to the conversation in silence, with a very unhappy look, until you heard your name being called by a quiet and reassuring voice. At this, the three voices ceased speaking and silence filled the air.

«Mc, are you out here? Me and Beel were searching for you..» the youngest brother pronounced, throwing his arms around your waist in a gesture of pure affection and squeezing you tightly against him. His chin rested gently on your shoulder while he left out a deep, tired sigh.

Simone walked out of the corner, locking eyes with you. Your softened gaze quickly turned into one brimming with slyness, while a mischievous grin appeared on your lips, giving you an air of defiance. You had heard every word of the conversation and couldn't resist wanting to have some fun at Simone's expense.

He seemed pissed immediately, narrowing his eyes and furrowing his eyebrows in annoyance. His expression darkened.

«Well.. me and Belphie go back in, if you want to come, that's the door. See you later, Simone» you said arrogantly as Belphegor pulled away from the embrace, only to walk back in with you yawning. He had probably just woken up.

«What was all that about?» asked the Avatar of Sloth, turning to you with a raised eyebrow, having felt that agitated energy radiating from Simone. You decided not to say anything and just laugh, shrugging it off. «Nothing too revelant, Belphie, don't worry» you patted his head as you went to join Beel; Simeon smiled as he handed him a bowl of biscuits, to help him a bit to control the hunger he was feeling; the angel knew it wouldn't truly help, but at least Beel was happy.

You decided to drop the matter, as you knew time was too tight for Simone to befriend Solomon, especially considering the fact that the latter doggedly avoided him. It was clear that Solomon wanted nothing to do with Simone, and there wasn't much he could do to change that.

Thankfully, that night was drawing to a close and customers were now few and far between. Those who were present were slowly leaving, the room was almost empty and silent. The atmosphere was almost surreal, as if time had stopped, and only the faint music were heard, among your breaths and voices.

At least, you managed to not dance that night, much to Levi's joy.

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«The year is about to end» You carefully observed his behavior. He'd never gotten a room of his own, so he'd spent the whole year in yours, and you'd generously divided your closet to allow him to put something of his into it. However, in all honesty, you couldn't wait for him to go. You could finally enjoy your privacy and solitude, which you had longed for. And as soon as Simone would leave, you were willing to spend a little more time there after the school year was over.

«Yeah. I am sad I won't be seeing them again anymore. Are you?» A small laugh escaped your lips at his words. «What do you mean? I don't stop seeing them», you admitted, turning to observe him. He stared at you with obvious confusion, but also with a tinge of envy he couldn't hide. It was clear that your close relationship with the brothers made him feel left out and jealous, but you continued to enjoy your life without worrying too much about his feelings; he didn't worry about yours, after all.

«Why not?» he asked in a voice suddenly cold and flat, as he turned to comb his hair in the mirror of your room. His expression had become more withdrawn and distant, as if he were preparing for an argument. You, on the other hand, remained impassive, determined not to give him too much space. «Because I am important here in the Devildom», you explained without adding further details. You didn't see the point in explaining everything to him, you just wanted him to leave.

«I mean, I don't get why. you aren't like Solomon, he has something special; pacts, powers» you slowly turned towards him, staring at him intensely, as if he had said some stratospheric bullshit.

«I literally have a pact with the 7 most powerful demons in the devildom. And plus, I am his apprentice. He's helping me» you explained, and again that spark of jealousy showed itself on his face, as he frowned.

«I will manage to get them too, Mc. They also seem to love me now, getting to have a pact with them won't be that hard» he said as if it were child's play, smiling defiantly. But you only laughed heartily; surely that attitude of his would never lead to such a thing. «Why are you laughing?» he growled, crossing his arms in an irritated manner.

«Nothing, you just look so silly!» you spoke giggling, and he slapped your hands; you were intent on helping him pack, but he no longer seemed so happy to receive a hand. «Stop, don't touch my things, I hate you» you made a sarcastic "gasp"; It didn't even hurt, by now he had destroyed all friendship.

«I can't wait to go away, but I will miss Asmodeus and Mammon» you rolled your eyes as you walked away from him and went to sit on your bed. «They just began being nice to you because you started acting like me. They just liked you because you seemed me, haha!» you held your belly, giggling.

«Stop, shut up, I want to hear no word from you. It's a shame this beautiful room is yours» he snorted, closing the now packed suitcase. Nodding and rolling your eyes, you got out of bed and walked out of your room, leaving the door open not bothering to close it. Meanwhile, you caught your D.D.D. that was tucked into one of your jeans pockets.

Turning it on, you immediately entered the messages chats; Satan, Luke, Mammon, Belphegor. As you scrolled for Luke's chat, you received a message from someone else.

«...» you remained silent, smiling as your gaze was fixed on the phone screen. After a few moments, you turned off the display and tossed the device back into your trouser pockets, determined to visit Luke personally later instead of texting him. Looking up, you noticed Mammon moving frantically, almost agitated. He was scanning around him with some anxiety, looking for something important, or.....

...looking for a place to hide as soon as possible. «Okay. What did you do?» you asked approaching him with determined steps, crossing your arms with determination. He stopped abruptly to look at you, his face twisting into a nervous smile as he tried to compose himself. He took your shoulders with a frantic gesture «Mc, Thank Lord you are here! You have to help me!»

You stared at him apathetically, noting his agitated gaze and trembling hands. With a slow movement of your eyebrow, you showed your perplexity at his request.

«You stole something from someone?» you asked, and he seemed to want to answer but you opened your mouth again. «And that someone is Levi, right?» he remained silent staring at you and you nearly burst out laughing at his face. Oh yeah, that guilty face of a cat that had just been caught in the sack.

«Ya know me way too well, ya know?! Well, will you help me? Come on! I have to hide, if Levi finds m-» Levi's scream was heard from the end of the corridor; he shouted Mammon's name. The avatar of Greed seemed to panic and ran off with you, trying to escape from his really pissed off younger brother.

It was always the same story with those two, but you had fun with them every time.

And while you were trying to help Mammon find a hiding place in the living room (he couldn't find an effective one according to him), Lucifer entered the room, interrupting your activity and distracting you. «Mc, a guest is here. I was surprised to find him outside.. after all, It's raining heavily» commented the older brother, glancing at the human; he was completely soaked and with a wide smile on his lips as he waved his hand proudly in the air.

You were pleased that he wanted to see you, but that badly? «Are you crazy? You could have gotten a fever» you approached him, while Mammon stopped and turned to look at you, raising an eyebrow. He had forgotten why he was hiding.

After a few minutes, Simone made himself heard with the suitcase in his hand. He dropped it onto the couch taking a deep breath, and then looked up. «. . .Oh! Hello Solomon» he gave a sweet smile that got on your nerves, and the boy simply returned the greeting, before turning back to you. «I'll be fine. Look, I brought what I meant to make you see» ah, the sparkle in his eyes appeared again..

Every time he spoke of magic, that new extra sparkle appeared in his eyes, he was so adorable that you couldn't help but smile looking at him. «And- ...what are you smiling like that for?» he asked raising an eyebrow. Simone threw a thick blanket over Solomon's shoulders, almost making him jump as she turned to face him. «...thanks?» he raised an eyebrow, grinning confused.

Simone was trying to be nice to solomon, you knew he was trying to bond, as he failed the first time. But Solomon wasn't exactly the type to give him attention out of pity, like the brothers had done in the beginning.

Since during the job, Simone hadn't been able to do anything to bond with Solomon, he was trying even now. But Solomon, as already mentioned, would not have helped him in his attempt. After all, even with you, if it wasn't the sorcerer who wanted to have contact you probably wouldn't have had anything other than a relationship at school as classmates.

Finally, leading Solomon to the bathroom, you made him remove his cloak, squeezing it in the tub then looking at him. «You alright?» you asked, as he nodded and touched his hair, chuckling and knowing how wet it was. «Yeah. Are you interested?» shaking your head, you giggled, leaving the cloak at the edge of the tub. «Now we can go try it out,» you said as he nodded. Leaving the cloak there, you left the bathroom with him, heading towards your room.

«Now..»

Finally, while you were seeing his potion, you ended up talking about Simone. Apparently, Solomon didn't give a damn about the boy; he considered him only a human passenger for the project that Diavolo wanted.

«I think what Simone is interested in is take my place to have you all as his friends. I am okay with him having friends, but not copying me» laughing, the boy watched the liquid move in a mixed and strange way through the glass. «Seems like he's desperate, haha» he said smiling broadly, looking up at you and then standing up straight.

«I mean; with Luke he acted all kind and even defended him when Mammon called him a chihuahua, and still Luke said something is off about him and that he doesn't like him. It's sure that Simone is not trustworthy at all» Nodding at your words, Solomon crossed his arms.

After a few seconds, Simone entered the room, glancing at both of you.

«...you forgot to lock the door?» Solomon blinked, not even bothering to whisper. Staring at him, you shook your head slowly, lowering your head to the potion on the table. You two just wanted a bit of a moment between yourselves.

«..You don't want me here, right?» snapping your hand into Solomon's mouth to prevent him from answering with sarcastic truth, you smiled nervously; he made a bored face, looking at you.

«We just were busy» gritting your teeth you pronounced those words, and Simone entered the room, observing how you were holding Solomon. «You two seem really close..» he whispered, tilting his head. Removing your hand from the sorcerer's mouth, you observed Simone. «...and you don't seem scared even though he's one of the most powerful sorcerers in the three realms» he added while his eyes shone with fascination; fascinated by the power that Solomon held.

Solomon smiled superiorly as you threw your arm around him. «Yep, we are veeery close! We are like best friends basically, aren't we?» Solomon, though surprised by your gesture, showed no sign of discomfort. After all, he was used to interacting with other demons, and he knew how to handle unexpected situations.

«...haha, we are?» the white-haired boy answered, raising an eyebrow and showing a smile, but he put his arm around your back, accepting your friendly gesture.

«Can I stay here?» Simone asked, while Solomon watched the human, while you lifted your arm from his shoulders, going towards Simone «No, we have to work on this by ourselves and you wouldn't be helping us at all» smiling, you pushed him gently out and closed the door quickly, turning the key; you turned to Solomon with a satisfied grin. «Good» Solomon chuckled at your sudden action.

And fortunately, that day passed quickly; the next morning, you were all assembled.

«It's time to say goodbye. I hope you enjoyed your year here, Simone» Lord Diavolo smiled, talking politely, while everyone stood around the exchange student; on his right, Simeon and Luke were settled, and on the other side Solomon and you.

«Yeah, It's been fun.. it's just sad that I have to leave all of you» you rolled your eyes, looking at him «Don't worry, they will forget quickly» you whispered in his ear, receiving a light elbow in the belly. «Ow,» you chuckled, stepping back and standing upright.

Oh but if he thought this was the end it wasn't at all; you still had to do one last thing…just before he could leave in the human world. While he greeted all the brothers, you exchanged a look with the angels.

Only you three knew what you had to do.

Simeon smiled softly, tilting his head and acting as if he knew nothing, while Luke adjusted the cap on his head. Solomon raised an eyebrow. «..ok. What are you planning?» the blue-eyed human whispered, leaning on your ear with a suspicious look, raising an eyebrow and looking at you with a curious smile.

«Nothing..» was your vague reply. As Simone was done greeting the brothers, he returned between you and Simeon, and Barbatos raised his arms to open the glowing portal that would take the boy with the silky black hair straight home. But before he could pass through the glittering portal, Simeon placed his pleasantly cold hands and delicate in his hot, sweaty brow; no one stopped him and Lord Diavolo raised a curious and questioning eyebrow, since Simeon had never acted in that inexplicable way out of nowhere. But from your sly, knowing grin, he knew it was something you'd already planned to do, as if it were part of a carefully orchestrated plan.

They didn't hear what the angel told the dark-haired human, but there was noticed that he had stopped moving completely, almost paralyzed by the unexpected angelic touch.

Next, Luke placed his hands on his arched and tense back, and as Simeon lifted his hands from his forehead in a fluid gesture, the short angel pushed him into the enveloping portal.

«A…curse?» Solomon whispered, his eyes widening. At those words, you burst into a big laugh, while Simeon smiled, adjusting his black gloves in his slim arms.

«You could say that...» you chuckled.

Simone fell to the ground on the sidewalk, getting up and rubbing his sore nose. he did not remember what had happened; he had a total emptiness. He only remembered when he had fallen asleep in his own bed the night before... wait, did he ever got up from his bed? Why was he in the middle of the street? And how was he hurt, as if he just fell from a certain height? To add to his confusion, around him, anyone in the street saw him, tried to stay away from him and looked at him with disgust.

He looked down at his own body; he was dressed casually, he didn't seem to smell bad. He didn't understand why people were avoiding him?

Meanwhile, you were still laughing.

«You gave him a repulsion curse?! No way!»

#lucifer obey me #mammon #obey me funny #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #solomon #obey me x you #obey me replacement

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Better - Quinn Hughes x Sarah (ofc)

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Title: Better

Author: Tory / @tkwrites

Relationship: Quinn Hughes x Sarah (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Sequel to First Fight, Sarah meets Brady and Emma and is thrown into the world of hockey outside the rink. Jack and Luke hear about their relationship in a less than favorable way.

Word Count: 3,000

Comments: I had so much fun writing the last little bit of this. It just flowed out like water. I hope you enjoy it. Also, I have a pretty basic understanding of cephalopods, and I have no idea if people do research like this with octopus, so please take it with a grain of salt.

Let me know what you think and if there’s anything you’d like to see in their little universe!

Better

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

They set up the dinner. Brady and Emma would come to Quinn’s for drinks before they went down the street to De Beppe, Quinn’s favorite Italian place in the city, which happened to be within walking distance of his apartment.

Sarah was in one of the living room club chairs, looking so lovely. When he’d picked her up twenty minutes before, he’d lost his breath for a moment. She was in a dark green dress that sang against her skin, and pulled her eyes to a kind of teal blue. It accentuated her figure, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

He was setting things out at the bar, when she stood suddenly. Her low heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she walked to him. He didn’t try to hide his stare.

“Pour me a shot."

He laughed.

“I’m serious, Quinn. Pour me a shot.”

“I thought you don't like shots.”

She’d been adamant about that at the movie theater when they’d been discussing which drinks to get. She liked something mixed, preferably fruity.

“I don't,” she turned around and began to pace, “I’m just nervous and it’ll take the edge off.”

Quinn walked around the bar and wrapped his arms around her.

“You don’t need to be nervous,” he said, “Brady and Emma are great.”

“They’re your first friends I’m meeting for real, like not just in passing. You’ve already met my roommates.” Her roommates weren’t really on the same par as Quinn’s childhood best friend, but they were the closest she had in the city.

He hummed in agreement. “It’s going to be fine.”

After fighting and making up, many of Quinn’s fears had been put to bed. He still wanted their opinion, but he felt more comfortable in his own decision now. She had pointed out something he did wrong without name calling, or tearing him down, and had taken responsibility - though she hadn't done much wrong - for her part in the argument. It was something June had never done.

He ran his hand up and down her back trying to soothe her. The soft feel of her dress had him thinking about taking it off again.

“You look really beautiful tonight,” he said, “did I tell you that?”

“You did,” she said, smiling.

He smelled especially good. It was possible that he smelled exactly the same as usual and her nerves were just heightening her senses.

Before he could follow through with kissing her, his phone trilled in his pocket.

She started and then laughed at herself.

He let them up and Sarah tugged at her dress before smoothing it over her hips. Internally, his knees buckled.

The elevator dinged and Quinn opened the door.

A very tall man walked in with a big smile and a big voice, “Quinner!”

They hugged fiercely. She could tell they were best friends even if she hadn't known. It was sweet to watch their reunion.

A very pretty blonde stepped around them and walked to Sarah with a kind smile. “Hi, I'm Emma.”

“Sarah,” she said, not sure if they should hug, or shake hands. She wished there was something between the two.

“You must be Sarah,” Brady said, practically bounding over to her.

She wondered how such a loud, happy, golden retriever of a man could be best friends with Quinn, who was happy, but quiet about it.

“Can I hug you?” he asked, “we're huggers.”

Laughing, she nodded and hugged him before embracing Emma.

Leaving the girls to talk in the living room, Brady followed Quinn to the bar. “Dude,” he said quietly.

Quinn felt himself smile.

“Where did you even find her?” He knew the answer, of course. They'd talked for more than an hour the day before and Quinn had given him the lowdown on what had happened in their relationship thus far.

“I know,” Quinn said.

“Y’know,” Brady said, glancing over at her, “she looks a little like Jameson Grady.”

Jameson was the it girl Quinn had pined for in high school. Brady had seen all of those years and liked to bring them up frequently.

“Yeah, I guess she does, a bit,” he agreed. He hadn’t noticed before, but they both had dark hair, light eyes and full hips. Sarah, however, was much kinder than Jameson had ever been. He couldn’t imagine a world where Sarah would laugh in someone's face if they asked her out.

“Brady told me you work at the aquarium?” Emma asked as they looked over the harbor skyline.

“Yeah, I do research with one of the octopus there for my masters program.” Sarah said, “what do you do?”

“Charity work, mostly,” she said with a big smile. “It’s difficult to have a consistent job with Brady’s schedule.”

Sarah nodded, worry edging into her mind. Was she expected to give up her work for Quinn? Was that the good WAG thing to do?

The boys came over then, Quinn with a rum cranberry for her. She couldn’t remember telling him it was her favorite drink. Maybe she’d rambled it at the bar on their first date. She was touched, he remembered.

They talked for a while before their dinner reservation. The conversation soon devolved into Brady telling embarrassing stories about a fifteen year old Quinn living on his own for the first time while Quinn blushed and looked chagrined.

“And then, before we knew it, there was butter all over the kitchen,” Brady said, making a huge exploding gesture with his arms.

“In my defense,” Quinn said, holding up his hands, “I didn’t know I was supposed to unwrap it before.”

Sarah giggled, but wondered how she would have survived moving away from home at fifteen. She barely handled the three hour move to college when she was eighteen.

Walking to the restaurant in the cool spring mist, Quinn held Sarah’s hand and tried not to think about who might be watching them on the street. Being so obviously on a double date, he didn’t want to set the fangirls ablaze trying to figure out who Sarah was. June had such an online presence before they were together that fans had instantly glommed onto her. June had welcomed the new followers.

Sarah was far more private - he’d had to request to follow her on Instagram - and he didn’t want to throw her into something she didn’t want.

They were seated at a table in the back corner of the restaurant. A few people watched them sit down, but true to Brady’s prediction, no one stopped them on their walk in.

They ordered a bottle of wine and appetizers and settled in for a long evening meal.

“Is it just me, or are those people staring at us?” Sarah asked Emma over her wine glass.

Emma glanced over. “They are,” she said, matter of factly.

“Why?”

“They’re probably trying to figure out if Quinn is actually Quinn,” she said.

“It’s so weird,” Sarah said, “I never would have guessed he would be considered famous.”

Emma leveled a look at her that instantly made Sarah giggle, “He plays for a Canadian hockey team. It’s like religion up here.”

“Do you think they’ll come over?” she asked.

“Probably not. Most fans are pretty respectful. Every once in a while, someone will stop us on the street, but hardly ever in a restaurant. The hardest thing to get used to is the staring while people are trying to figure out if it's actually them.”

“So, Sarah,” Brady cut in once Emma was done speaking, “tell us about your research.”

“Oh,” she paused to take a sip of wine. “I’m studying cephalopod social dynamics, specifically in octopus. Even though Octopus don’t live in clusters, they’re the smartest of their genus, so they’re a little easier to study as they’re not so baseline limbic.”

Brady stared at her. He’d always known Quinn was attracted to someone’s mind as well as their looks, but this was wild. She got this bright twinkle in her eyes as she spoke, and even though he had no idea what she was saying, he wanted to know more.

“Can you say again in layman's terms?” he asked.

“Oh, sorry,” she said, flushing a pretty shade of pink, “I get into research mode sometimes, and talk like I’m presenting at a conference. Basically, I study how octopus relate to things in their environment, including other octopus, fish and even me. Walter and I have formed a kind of friendship and I study how he reacts when I change something like my hair, or wear different perfume, or come into the research lab sad.”

“He can tell all those things?”

“Yeah. Octopus are extremely smart and aware of their surroundings. There are a few really interesting documentaries about people who live with or visit octopus for years and the bonds they form. Other cephalopods aren’t so aware, so they’re not as exciting to study.”

The way Quinn looked at her while she talked spoke volumes to Brady. It was too soon for them to throw the word around, but love was on the horizon.

“How does he tell you’re sad?” Emma asked.

“Well, there are visual cues of course, but that’s one of the things I’m researching now. Octopus experience most of their world through their suction cups. They have nerves and taste buds in every one that are much more advanced than our own, so I’m forming a hypothesis asking if he can sense my mood via hormones on my skin. I’m also recording how he reacts generally. He tends to be more subdued when I am, and I’m not sure if he’s mirroring me, or trying to comfort me in some way.”

“How do you even study that?” Brady asked.

“Observation, mostly,” she said. “I’ve noticed that if I come into the lab happy, especially if I’m singing or if I say hello to him in an excited way, he races in his tank to greet me.”

“That is so cool,” Emma said, “I had no idea they were so intelligent.”

“I want to go through the aquarium with you so you can tell us about everything in there,” Brady said.

Sarah laughed, “ I don’t know about that. I know a lot of useless information about the ocean.”

Brady glanced at Emma and they shared a private little conversation with their eyes. He was beaming when he looked at Quinn.

“So, what do you do outside of hockey?”

“Can we go for gelato?” Emma asked when they left the restaurant. “I saw a place on the way here.”

They agreed and started down the street. Brady hung back to walk with Sarah. Quinn took the hint and caught up with Emma.

Sarah took a deep breath. She’d yet to have a one on one conversation with Brady. It was clear Quinn loved him a lot, and she wanted to make a good impression. Sated with good wine, an amazing meal and good conversation, she felt more comfortable than she had at the beginning of the night. She was instantly glad Brady waited until now to talk to her.

“So, what do you think?” she asked.

Brady appreciated that she didn’t beat around the bush.

“I mean, I can tell you're better for him than any of his past girlfriends,” Brady said as they walked.

“Really?” she asked. She hadn’t expected him to be so forthcoming right off the bat.

“Oh yeah. You're way more steady than June.”

“Who's June?”

Brady gulped. He probably shouldn't be the one revealing Quinn's dating history, but he liked Sarah, and he liked who Quinn was with Sarah.

“His most recent girlfriend. They were on and off for like a year and a half. He called it off for good at the beginning of the season. She was a pretty standard NHL girlfriend: model, blonde,” he said.

"Standard?" her eyes flew wide as Sarah tried to talk herself down from the self doubt pouring into her system by the gallon. She couldn't be farther from a blonde model.

Brady picked up on her distress right away, “oh I didn't mean…” he trailed off. “Shit, Sarah, I didn't mean anything by that. Just that she was kind of a blank slate. I hated her.”

“You did? Why?”

“I always felt like she was just dating Quinn for clout, to get her name out there, but he couldn’t ever see it. It turned into this whole thing. Emma and I both hated her. She was just so obsessed with herself and how she looked. And Quinn’s not like that, you know? He’d wear the same outfit every day if he could.”

She snorted. Every time she saw Quinn, he was in a variation of three outfits: jeans and a jacket, athletic wear, or a game day suit.

“It was just a bad match, but it took him a while to see that,” Brady said.

Sarah nodded.

“Anyway,” Brady gestured widely. “All I’m saying is that I can tell you’re better for him than June, or any of the girls he dated in high school or college. You get him. And you compliment each other. And you're just nice and easy to talk to. I can tell you make him really happy."

“That's so nice Brady, thank you. He makes me really happy."

The wide grin Brady gave her in response made her feel all warm and mushy inside. It felt like reaching the top of a summit to gain Quinn's friends' trust.

"Have you slept together?" Emma asked.

Quinn shot a look at her, wide eyed and scandalized.

She shoved his shoulder gently, "oh, come on. You know Brady wants to know. He won't ask you, so I said I would."

A laugh lit up his face.

"So have you?"

Cheeks flushing pink, Quinn nodded.

"Was it good?"

He'd wanted to tell someone about it, but sex wasn't really something he ever discussed with his friends.

"So good," he admitted, "like, almost spiritual."

Her eyes widened, "on the first try?"

"Technically the second," he corrected. "The first try was two strokes and done."

She giggled, "don't tell him I told you but Brady was that same way our first time too."

A few days later, Quinn was on the phone with Sarah when Jack called. He ignored it in favor of calling him back when they were done, but he called again right after. “Hey. I have to go,” he said, feeling panic edge into his consciousness, “Jack is calling me a bunch.”

“Okay, I miss you,” she said.

“I miss you, too.”

Quinn answered the facetime call, “what’s wrong? Did something happen?” The last time Jack had called like this, Luke had been hurt.

Jack was glaring into the phone, a perfectly healthy looking Luke sitting next to him on what looked like a hotel room couch. “Fuck yes, something happened.”

“What?”

“I found out from Brady fucking Tkachuk that you have a girlfriend?”

Fuck.

They got together to call him at the same time? He was in some deep shit.

“What the hell, Quinn?” Luke asked.

“When did Brady tell you?” It was the wrong question, but he needed to know.

“We play the Sens tomorrow, and he comes up to me in the practice facility today all, ‘what do you think of Sarah?’ and I was like, ‘who’s Sarah?’ and then he told me that she’s your fucking girlfriend!” Jack yelled.

Luke leaned away from the noise with a wince.

Quinn grimaced. “Technically, she’s not my girlfriend,” he said.

“Bullshit! You didn’t even tell us you were dating someone! I thought we were close, Quinn!”

A heavy sigh moved Quinn's chest, “I just… I wanted to make sure before I told anyone else.”

“Mom knows,” Luke cut in.

Fuck.

“I asked her and she said she knew you were dating someone, but didn’t know it was that serious.”

He’d called her for advice when he found out Sarah’s mom had died. Both his parents had experience with grief he didn’t. It just so happened his mom had picked up first.

“I…” What could he say?

They glared at him through the phone some more.

“I didn’t want to keep it from you,” he said.

“Well, you didn’t tell us!” Luke said.

“I just… since June I wanted Brady to meet her before I told anyone else.”

“Why?”

“Because he was the only one who told me he didn’t like June!”

An awkward blanket of silence settled over all three of them.

“I didn’t want to tell anyone I was seeing someone if it was going to turn into another June.” As he said it, Quinn knew it was an excuse that didn’t really hold up. Sarah was so different from June that he shouldn’t have been comparing them at all. Brady even said so when they talked after their double date. He’d just been scared.

“And is it?” Jack asked.

“No,” he admitted, “she’s really great and I think we could go all the way.” It was the first time he’d dared to say it out loud.

“How long have you been dating?” Luke asked, incredulous.

“Two months.”

“Two fucking months?” Jack repeated, raking a hand into his hair, “Quinn, why didn’t you tell us?”

“I’m sorry, okay? I fucked up. I won’t keep it from you anymore.”

“You better not,” Jack said, glaring in a slightly softer way. “I want to see a picture of her.”

Quinn pulled one up from their walk three days previous and sent it to Luke. The sun had been setting, and the golden light had been so lovely, she asked to stop and take a selfie.

Luke held up his phone and Jack’s eyes widened. The way Quinn was smiling in that picture told him everything he needed to know.

“She’s pretty,” Luke said.

“Yeah,” Quinn agreed.

Jack was blinking silently in a way that Quinn found unnerving.

Finally he managed to say something, “what does she do?”

“She’s getting her masters in marine zoology at UBC and she does research at the aquarium.”

Jack felt like he’d been struck over the head. Not because Quinn had kept something this important from him, or because Sarah was unlike anyone he would have picked for his brother. He felt dumbfounded by the fact that he knew, in a way he could feel in his bones, everything was about to change.

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brooklyn baby (02/?)

we can go back to New York

pairing: rockstar!aemond × fem!reader

summary: you finally see the sexy guitarist again and after going through a disappointing time, things get interesting at a party where the whole band has been invited by Baela.

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warnings: alcohol, smoking, kissing.

If there's anyone who hates the period a lot, it's you.

In desperate times many girls are relieved when it finally happens to them, fortunately you've never had a scare. But you feel completely sick and can't do anything when those days come every month.

Being irregular, you don't know exactly when it will happen, you've tried calculating, assuming and so on, you've even installed period apps, but nothing works. However, you should have known it was coming since you felt slight cramps this morning and since you started getting pimples two days ago.

But with so much to do from college, you didn't have time to prepare. And also a certain guitarist from a certain band wouldn't leave your thoughts alone sometimes.

Since that kiss almost happened, the next morning you were stalking him on Instagram, which is the only social media he has, compared to the remaining members who have Instagram, Twitter and TikTok.

But he's not even active.

The photos he has are only of the band promoting the tour, albums and songs, or also photos of some cities he has visited. He only has two posts with his brothers and cousins, where they are more like random photos before concerts. He has very few pictures of him and you can't even see his face since he doesn't see the camera, in all of them he plays the guitar and nothing else.

There is nothing about his day to day life really, just music. Also you notice that he posts photos every few months, although lately he has been posting more consistently due to the concerts, but it's all about the band.

You go into Aegon's account, trying to find Aemond in his pictures where he's not doing anything related to his guitar, but there's nothing of him if it's not that way. You see how Aegon takes funny pictures and uploads videos with his brother and cousins where they laugh and make jokes, but none of it shows him.

The same on Jace, Luke and Daeron's account, there's nothing from Aemond if it's not band related.

Instantly this catches your attention more, guessing that he most likely doesn't really like social media and keeps himself as private as possible, seeming so different to you, so mysterious and appealing in a ridiculous way simply because of that.

And yet he has many followers, which is understandable, it is obvious why in addition to his music, when he follows at most three hundred accounts, all of them music accounts, he also follows his siblings, his cousins and other people who must belong to his team.

You let out a groan and finally leave Aemond's account in peace, sinking your face into your pillow, feeling the cramps stronger than before, so you try to calm down and seek to feel more comfortable so you can let the pills take effect.

And even when the cramps are less, you still don't feel energetic or up for anything, entertaining yourself on your phone or watching TV, not wanting to leave the warmth of your bed because you really feel terrible.

So when you least expect it, you fall asleep. When suddenly, someone's scream wakes you up.

"Y/N!"

You raise your gaze instantly, startled, as you see frightened and confused Rhaena at the door of your room, entering, watching you in horror.

"W-what... what are you doing here?" you stare at her between irritated and confused now, still sleepy.

"What are you doing like that?" she asks you incredulously and on the verge of collapse to then watch as she looks down the hallway, "Baela, hurry up! She looks awful!"

You watch her seriously.

"Wow, thanks."

"What? What happe-oh shit," Baela also appears, watching you instantly in horror and shock, "W-what... what are you doing?" she looks at you blankly.

"What are you guys doing?" you ask back, irritated, "How did you get in?"

"It can't be, have you forgotten?" Rhaena looks at you incredulously, "Tonight is the concert of your sexy guitarist."

"Yes," says Baela, "Tonight," she repeats terribly serious, "Now can you explain why you're not ready? We have to go now."

"I'm not going," you say grumpily, laying your head back down on your pillow lazily.

"What do you mean you won't going? Are you crazy?"

"You better be kidding me."

"You guys... I'm having a horrible headache right now and I feel like if I get up now I'm going to throw up, not to mention that every breath I take I feel more blood coming out, so could you please leave my room quietly and let me continue sleeping in peace?"

The room falls silent for a moment.

"Oh no, don't tell me that," you hear Rhaena say disappointedly.

And then you listen as Baela complains, also disappointed.

"And you feel very bad?"

"Very," you answer her without hesitation.

"It's your first day?"

"Yes and I feel like shit."

"But Y/N... you can't miss it," Rhaena says worriedly.

"The sexy guitarist gave you the free tickets to see you again," Baela insists too, "I understand you're sick but wouldn't it be rude if you didn't go?"

You let out a huge groan against your pillow and then look at them with a pained expression.

"You think I haven't thought about it too? Of course I have," you let them know sadly, "I'm just as upset as you are, but what am I supposed to do? Everything hurts, I feel awful and besides you want me to let him see me like this with all my greasy, zitty face?"

Baela and Rhaena exchange a look.

"She's right," Rhaena tells her with a look of pity.

And again they both focus on you.

"Okay, we get it," Baela says resignedly, "So is there anything you want to send the sexy guitarist to say?"

"No," you tell her instantly, confused, "I already feel bad enough about not going. I don't want to be so cynical as to tell him I couldn't go but still thank him for the tickets."

And without saying anything else, your cousins don't insist but they are still disappointed since they will have to go to the concert without you.

You really wanted to go, you wanted to see him again and you wanted to spend time with him again like last time, to get to know him a little more and maybe... just maybe, to find out what else could happen between the two of you.

But now, once your cousins leave, you can only go back to trying to sleep, wanting to forget about the world for a while and not think about him or the concert that will happen in another hour that you couldn't attend.

So the hours pass, the sun in New York begins to set and the nightlife in the city begins, which is what characterizes it so much. And yet by the time severe hours have passed, you are still asleep, very tired and your period is not helping you to have any energy, submerged in a deep sleep.

When around two o'clock in the morning, you are again awakened and your peace of mind is interrupted by feeling absolutely nothing. And those responsible? Your cousins again, of course.

"What?" you say completely sleepy, closing your eyes tightly as the light hits you directly when are turned on.

"Wake up, you have to hear this!" squeals Rhaena excitedly, followed by Baela, both invading your bed, each lying on your sides, while you grunt and groan, sinking your face back into your pillow.

"Leave me alone," you plead weakly.

"Stop sleeping already," Rhaena shakes you, "I bet you've slept all day!"

"As I should."

"Y/N, seriously, you must know this," Baela insists as well.

"What? What thing? Talk now so you can leave me alone," you say irritably, still with your eyes closed.

"How mean you are," Rhaena says with a pout

"Let her, she's on her period, it's understandable."

"Then tell her!"

"The sexy guitarist asked us about you."

And that's more than enough for sleep to leave your system and you open your eyes, so you instantly turn to watch your cousins carefully, brushing your hair out of your face and looking completely surprised and now very interested.

"What?" you inquire, watching them intently.

"Yes!" squeals Rhaena excitedly, nodding, "And Baela made out with Jace," she adds innocently.

You open your eyes wide.

"What!?"

"It just happened," Baela shrugs, with a look of superiority, amused, "It was amazing, by the way. We exchanged numbers, too."

"And Aemond?" you ask more than attentively.

"Well, we were talking to Jace and Luke already by the time the after party was over. We were at the bar when Aegon joined us and he was coming with Aemond, so..." Rhaena laughs excitedly, "Jace and Luke were called I think by their manager, so we stayed with the two of them."

"He didn't talk at all, he was just ordering drinks," Baela clarifies.

"Yes and... when Aegon also ordered a drink, he did talk to us, but to ask us about you."

"He asked us where you were and we told him you couldn't come because you were sick."

"And he just nodded and continued drinking," Rhaena finished.

You avert your gaze from both of them for a moment, focusing on your TV, and then dropping your head back onto your pillow, your gaze resigned, so you let out a long sigh and go back to blaming your period for not being able to go tonight.

"But he looked disappointed, we know," Baela assures you with a small smile, "I even felt bad for him."

"Are you sure?" you ask her not really convinced about that.

"Yes, very. If he wanted to hide it, it didn't come out."

You let out a long breath again, bringing your hands to your face, wanting to let go of the frustration somehow, but you can't.

"Oh Y/N, come on, cheer up," Rhaena tells you without wiping off her smile.

"Yes, this is not the end," Baela adds.

"It's not the end?" you repeat confused, "This was literally my last chance to see him again and I couldn't go."

"Stop it, drama queen," Baela says to you again amused, "You've already forgotten Jace?"

"What about him?"

"That he and I are in contact now, silly."

"So?"

"God, I can't handle her," you hear her say to Rhaena.

"Just tell her. That way we'll make her feel better."

"Yeah, just tell me so i can keep sleeping," you tell her too.

You listen as she lets out a long breath.

"The band will be taking a short break. Their last concert will be next Saturday here in Manhattan and Jace has invited us."

She finally tells you and even though you don't show it, you feel interested to hear such news.

"So now you get to see your sexy guitarist," Rhaena tells you with a mischievous tone.

After an exhaustive search through your closet, making combinations with a lot of shirts, skirts, pants and shoes, you finally put together your perfect outfit.

Thank God your period is over and another horrible week of stress, frustration, worry and this time pain is over, until it's finally time to have a good time. And since you're going to the concert, you decide to choose your all black outfit.

You choose a black skirt, a black sleeveless shirt that exposes part of your stomach, black high boots and a black blazer on top. The only colored thing you bring with you is your small white hanging bag. (click)

Your make-up is not too much, but it is elaborate, because you really want to look good. So at the end you apply a matte red lipstick and style your hair in light waves, leaving it completely loose.

You choose silver jewelry and in the end you love the result, seeing yourself with a little smile in your full-length mirror, happy and excited. Then you head to Baela's apartment, which is actually in the same building and in the same hallway as yours.

You both go to NYU, only she studies fashion and you study business management. You always wanted to live alone, you love your privacy and having a place to yourself, so you got your apartment with the help of your parents and Baela joined you shortly after, although it's really like you both live together.

Rhaena just started college months ago and lives with her roomie, Sara, in the dorms provided by the university.

"Wow."

That's the first thing Baela says to you when she opens the door to her apartment and looks as ready as you do.

"Yeah, wow to you too," you tell her laughing.

"Oh my god-you look so hot," Rhaena says to you, appearing behind Baela.

"Thanks, you too, both," you assure them, "So are we leaving or what?"

"In a moment, I'm waiting for Jason to answer my messages," Baela tells you with her phone in her hand.

"Jason?"

"Lannister."

"Jason Lannister?" you repeat confused, "Your friend the rich guy who lives in that huge, fancy apartment in Upper East Side?"

"That same one. He's having an party tonight and I asked him if I could bring the band after the concert is over. The after party will only last an hour and Jace had said that after that they wanted to go out and celebrate."

"Oh," you nod, "Well, that sounds great," you say, as inevitably a wave of excitement washes over you.

"Oh-he has replied!" she says excitedly, her gaze fixed on her screen, "And he said yes!"

"Great! Now let's go, I want to see Luke," Rhaena says desperately, ushering you both out of the apartment.

Driving doesn't take as long as last time, as you literally crossed half of Manhattan in order to get to Brooklyn and also half of Brooklyn in order to get to the club where the concert was.

And once you get to the club, finding parking is a bit difficult but you make it and finally Baela hands the three tickets to the security man to let you in. Once inside, you get the feeling that there are more people than there were in Brooklyn, seeing all the girls very excited and rushing into the club to get to the front of the stage.

You see Baela texting with Jace and the three of them make it to the front, in a seemingly exclusive section with a great view of the entire stage where they are allowed in after she shows security her phone screen.

"What did you show them?" you ask confused and curious.

"Some messages from Jace," she says with a certain superiority, making you laugh and shake your head at the same time.

Rhaena insists that the three of you take selfies and so you do, killing time as the concert begins. The minutes go by, the place slowly starts to fill up, security brings order, everything is ready on stage and after the lights are turned off for a moment, calling everyone's attention, the concert finally starts.

The first to come out is Aegon, clearly, greeting the whole audience and the other guys follow him, causing the excited and euphoric screams of all the girls.

Instantly your gaze focuses on him, on Aemond, making you smile a little as you watch him focus totally on the music, not even looking much towards the audience, taking a seat at one of the speakers, completely focused on his guitar. And again you become totally absorbed in him.

He looks so handsome, like it's not an everyday thing, with his black pants and a plain white t-shirt, making his black electric guitar stand out, while his hair looks as good as ever.

And the way he plays his notes, the way his face concentrates and the way he lights up the occasional cigarette during the concert, he looks completely sexy.

And you are not the only one who notices these details, you see how some girls around you focus the camera of their phones on him, you also hear how some of them scream his name or go crazy in his solos, all wanting to get his attention.

But then again… Aemond doesn't react much with his audience and only gives head gestures, that being enough for him and stay focused on the music. This especially catches your attention a lot, as his behavior is totally different from Aegon or Daeron.

In fact you were hoping that he will manage to see you in the whole audience, as Jace and Baela although they are not far away but not too close either, both still exchange glances and he especially focuses a lot on your cousin most of the time.

Then comes another solo from Aemond, looking extremely sexy in the way he focuses on hitting his notes perfectly, filling the place with more screams. And you watch in admiration, because even if you wanted to, you couldn't play guitar like that.

You see how there is a man with a camera taking pictures of everyone and him especially at that moment on stage, probably being the band's photographer. There are lots of lighting effects, the whole club looks great and they all put on an amazing show, since it's the last one.

You sing and dance along with your cousins, really enjoying the moment, since even though you were suffering all the week before because of your period, you still started listening to their songs and learned them.

You take more videos together, you also take several videos of everything and you may have focused on recording him a little bit more sometimes, unable to help it.

When it's time to finish.

Aegon again takes charge of dismissing the whole band, causing screams and applause from the whole audience towards them, all the girls screaming and throwing bracelets and necklaces on stage. The five of them say goodbye at the same time, Aemond again without showing much emotion and it's all over.

The after party takes place right there, as the club has its own separate pub-like bar section, so the girls with tickets to meet the band are guided, among them you too with your cousins, by security guards to a huge door that will take them there directly.

Upon entering the pub, everything is empty except for the bartender and more security people. The bar is also free and all the girls start getting ready with their t-shirts, caps and posters more than ready.

"I'll meet Jace before he comes out. I'll be right back," Baela says to Rhaena and you, visibly excited.

It's not as if she can be stopped, as she quickly heads down a hallway where you assume must be those break rooms where everyone in the band keeps their stuff while they tend to the fans and where they must all be now.

"Do you think Baela will take him to his apartment when Jason's party is over?" asks you Rhaena with a knowing look.

"Don't even doubt it," you assure her.

Then finally the band starts to come out, causing the screams of all the excited girls, quickly wanting to head towards them, but security instantly starts to bring order, controlling everything and asking all the girls to line up and wait their turn without scandal.

You don't move from where you are, but watch everything carefully, wanting to find Aemond. But it's just like last time… everyone shows up but him.

"Done," Baela suddenly appears with a small smile, "Jace sends his greetings."

"Wow sis, you didn't even sweat," Rhaena tells her amused and you let out a loud laugh which makes Baela look at her serious.

"Very funny."

"And what else did he tell you? Everyone is going to Jason's party?" you ask her interested.

"Everyone or Aemond?"

"Aemond," you answer reluctantly.

"Yes, everyone is going."

"And where is he?" asks Rhaena confused, watching the guys with all the fans, "They are all except him."

"I don't know, he was in that room with everyone, he looked… serious and bored."

"He's hiding, like last time," you say, "Eventually he'll have to come out."

"And you're going to talk to him?" says Rhaena excitedly to you.

"I think so," you nod to her.

"She's going to talk to him," Baela says in affirmative mode, serious and threatening.

Then Rhaena is the one who wants to approach Luke, so she asks you to go with her, while Baela takes the opportunity to order something from the bar, so when you start to wait in line, the wait is long.

Rhaena suddenly starts talking to some girls who are behind you both, also waiting, so you entertain yourself on your phone, killing a little more time, although from time to time you participate in Rhaena's conversation with those girls about the band, their favorite songs and so on.

When you briefly inspect the pub, you notice a platinum-haired person starting to join in, catching your attention. You step aside, as Rhaena obstructs your view a bit, and then finally there he is.

As soon as he leaves the hallway, a bunch of girls rush towards him, all smiling and excited, clearly happy to finally see him, to which the security guys instantly bring order and he starts signing and taking pictures with them.

You watch everything with a small smile, inevitably starting to feel nervous and you don't understand why, since he hasn't even seen you and doesn't even know you are here, but his presence in the same place as you already makes you feel that way.

At that moment your mind starts to plan what exactly you will do to get closer to him, telling yourself that you can choose a poster this time and have him sign it for you, but just thinking about it and such a simple action already makes you terribly nervous.

You think that Rhaena or Baela might come with you, but you don't even have the slightest idea how to start the conversation or what exactly to talk to him about, fearing that your nerves will betray you and you'll act like a fool.

So you also think you might as well do nothing and wait for a miracle to happen and he will notice you.

You let out a long breath, since of course you can't decide to do nothing if the man gave you free tickets and you didn't go to the concert, so this is the least you can do, however, you feel very nervous and you also start to get frustrated.

"There's finally your sexy guitarist," Rhaena says to you suddenly, excited, looking in the same direction as you, "Are you going to go to him?"

"Later, I'm just feeling nervous," you confess to her.

"Relax. When he sees you, he'll probably feel as nervous as you do, too, so you won't be the only one."

You frown.

Aemond nervous? You don't think he's nervous at all.

You can't focus on him anymore because the line starts to move faster, so now you focus on helping Rhaena with the pictures and also to want to see her shyly flirting with Luke, who is also shyly flirting with her.

Rhaena and Luke's moment unfortunately passes quickly, but he still tells her that he will see her at the party, in a whisper obviously, and then the following girls come by to meet him and talk to him.

Then again you focus on Aemond, but you are surprised to see that he is no longer with all the fans around him, he has simply disappeared.

Confused, you start looking around, not understanding where he has gone, bewildered, as it was only a brief moment when he was attending to fans and he should stay longer or not? When you are directing your gaze in all directions, you finally focus on that hallway where he had come out before, finding him.

However, what you see is definitely not what you expected.

You see how he heads to the men's restroom, which is normal, but what catches your attention is how a girl or rather a fan goes after him, not hesitating to follow him. And then they enter the restroom together, as he closes the door behind him.

And it's clear what they both went to do, you're not stupid.

You continue to stand there for a few more moments, staring at the closed door, feeling slightly surprised as you really didn't expect to see him like this and you also begin to feel disappointed.

Unable to help it, sadness and anger come over you, as you also feel discouraged now.

With a sad and disappointed look, also a bit serious, you avert your gaze to head towards the bar, all the while biting the inside of your cheek and trying not to let your emotions show too much on your face, but you cannot.

As you take a seat on the stool, you watch as your cousins are with Aegon, so when you inevitably start to think more about it, disappointment washes over you as well along with everything else you're feeling.

You had expectations of him, but you never expected him to be that kind of guy, that's why you feel so disappointed and you can't help it, not even having the energy to be here anymore.

That's why he offered to give me his merch inside that room in Brooklyn.

You think, since that's why you feel angry, not because you saw him with another girl, but because he wanted the two of them to be alone that one nigh and it happened, the two of them kissed, but what would have happened if Aegon hadn't interrupted you? Probably you two would have fucked, as was his purpose.

You start to feel really bad about that and get frustrated with yourself, because even this you should have expected, yet you didn't even though it was too obvious.

He is absolutely handsome and plays in a band, so he meets a lot of girls almost every day and every single one of them he has at his feet, so… who would be fool enough to say no to him? No one.

You were just going to be another one of the crowd.

You say to yourself, really sad, disappointed and upset.

You want to get out of here but you continue to wait for your cousins at the bar, order a drink just to kill time and try not to think about him, knowing perfectly well that you must have a very cold face.

You let out a long breath, continuing to wait, wait and wait, until Baela and Rhaena appear.

"Hey, did you talk to the sexy guitarist?" asks Baela, excited and interested.

"Yes," you lie, trying to put on your best possible face.

"And what happened?" asks you now Rhaena, also excited.

"I'll tell you later."

Luckily they don't insist and Baela again turns to Jace, so Rhaena stays with you, showing you the photos and videos she took of the concert, also the ones from a few moments ago with Luke, asking her which one is the best to post on her Instagram stories.

You're with her for a while, when you raise your gaze to observe the whole pub for a second, although you unconsciously look towards that hallway as well, when then your breath is cut short and you see how Aemond comes out of there to join the inside of the pub again, with Aegon by his side.

You must have averted your gaze the second you saw him come out, for suddenly Aemond casually glances over to where you are, both of your gazes crossing at that moment.

You don't manage to read his gaze, as again nerves and disappointment wash over you, so you instantly avert your eyes from him and focus back on Rhaena, trying to not let his gaze on you affect you.

However, you can feel how he continues to watch you, his burning gaze completely on you, but you don't respond to him anymore, in fact you feel more the need to get out of here now that he has already noticed your presence.

Out of the corner of your eye you watch as he attends to more fans, while at the same time talking to Aegon, who also attends to fans, but every now and then… you feel his gaze on you again, one that was screaming for you to watch him as well, but you didn't.

"The girls are already leaving."

Rhaena tells you, pointing to the doors and watching as the guards ask the fans who have already had their moment with each member of the band to leave.

"I'll go talk to Luke, I'll be right back," she tells you, starting to get up from her stool.

"Actually," you get up too, stopping her, "I'll go ahead to the party. You and Baela are going with Jace and Luke right?"

She frowns.

"Yes, but…

"Great. I'll see you guys over there then, you tell Baela please."

You start to walk past her, heading towards the doors.

"Wait, Y/N," Rhaena stops you, grabbing your arm, "Are you okay? What happened?" she asks you softly, confused, "I thought you wanted to be near Aemond, did something happen with him?"

You bite your lips, hesitant, as you really don't want to lie to your cousin, but you also don't want to tell her and look so dramatic about it, as it has nothing to do with you but you still feel disappointed and like a fool.

"Yes," you finally tell her, in a whisper "But I'll tell you later."

"You promise?" she looks at you, not entirely convinced.

"I promise," you assure her, "I'll see you there."

She has no choice but to let you go, telling you to call her in case of anything, so you nod and are finally able to walk away, starting to walk out of there with your car keys in hand, not letting go of that burning stare on you until you leave the pub.

At first you thought about deciding not to go to the party, sounding like a good plan for you, however, you were well aware that Baela would kill you and probably never forgive you if you decided such a thing, so now you are here, in Jason Lannister's luxurious apartment and with a bunch of other college students enjoying the party.

As you walk in, you greet a few people you know and also Jason, who asks you about Baela, Rhaena and those guys in that band she told him she was bringing.

You catch up with him, telling him they shouldn't be long and then you notice how all the people here are Baela's friends and also studying fashion, except Jason is studying law, so there are more people from that faculty as well.

You decide to help set up the beer pong tables, just to entertain yourself and start enjoying the party, while you talk to Jason and his friends, when not too long after, a half hour maybe, your cousins with them finally arrive.

You watch them almost from the other side of the huge apartment, watching as Baela greets her friends and introduces the band, where Aegon, Daeron and Jace look more than ready to start enjoying themselves, while Luke stays more calm and relaxed with Rhaena.

And even though you didn't want to, you still inevitably focus on him.

He closes the door behind him with a completely relaxed and unconcerned expression and posture, to your bad luck already having a cigarette on his lips, as he watches the whole party around him, now wearing a different black t-shirt.

And of course, his arrival starts to draw the attention of all the girls at the party and not only on him, on all of them, seeing them with a few small smiles and more than interested.

You avert your gaze, deciding not to make a big deal out of it, continuing to place the plastic cups on the table, though really, it's only a matter of time before Baela finds you, bringing them all with her.

With Jason at your side, she introduces them to him and he starts talking to them, while you continue to set everything up, deliberately ignoring his burning gaze when he sees you, not letting it get to you.

And after that it's only a matter of time before the real party starts.

People start dancing and your cousins along with all of them take a seat on some couches, starting to drink, so it's only a matter of time before Aegon gets up and now he's in a corner making out with a girl mercilessly, just like Jace and Baela, this surprising you but you're very excited for her.

Rhaena and Luke are also in a corner close together, but they're both talking, both with shy but willing little smiles, so you're sure that by the end of the night, something will have happened between them.

And at the end, Daeron and Aemond are still sitting on the couches, both drinking, with one girl already talking to Daeron, both very flirtatious, but you don't approach him.

Wherever you move in the apartment, you feel his gaze on you, always. However, you drink and enjoy yourself, although you don't go over one beer either, since you have to drive. But you admit that his gaze on you makes you very nervous and as much as you don't want to give it any importance, you can't.

Until one moment when you are talking to Jason, just for once you decide to return his gaze, and that's what happens, you look at him and he is already watching you so intensely and with a look between serious and curious.

But the moment doesn't last long, because just when you both exchange glances for two seconds, suddenly a girl appears and takes a seat next to him, starting to talk to him, her intentions clear, so he looks away from you to her.

You look away, finishing what's left of your bottle of beer with just one gulp, then you leave the empty bottle on the kitchen island and decide to go out to the balcony for some fresh air, as the place is getting more and more crowded and it's starting to feel suffocating.

Once outside, you enjoy a bit of the quiet, even though you can still hear some music although this doesn't bother you, as you observe the view offered by some New York skyscrapers around you, looking beautiful and eye-catching.

You don't know how long you last there, but you enjoy it, wanting to take another moment before going back to the party. When suddenly… you must have expected that the moment of the night would come for you and Aemond.

The doors open letting in more music and you turn around, this getting your attention, when again nerves and shame come over you, seeing that it's Aemond. But he is not alone… he enters the balcony along with Aegon, who laughs along with…. Cregan?

"Man, all this stuff I missed if I had gone to college," Aegon says, smiling.

Cregan laughs, giving him a friendly tap on his shoulder.

"Oh dude, you don't know what you're talking about."

When then both of their gazes focus on you, to which you wave your hand and smile a bit apologetically, but not for them, but for him, who continues to stare at you like that.

"Y/N?" inquires Cregan, approaching you, watching you incredulously.

"Hi," you smile at him.

"My godness, I haven't seen you in ages!" he exclaims happily, then locks you in a tight hug.

"Please, it's only been months," you tell him amused, reciprocating his hug.

"It's been years for me," he tells you melancholy, pulling away.

And you both laugh.

"So you know Baela's cousin," Aegon says without wiping away his smile, stepping closer, watching you and Cregan continuously.

"Yes," Cregan says, "You know them?" he asks you, pointing at him and Aemond, who stands apart.

"Baela and Rhaena are hanging out with their cousins," you tell him, nodding.

"Oh yes, the drummer and the bass player."

And you nod.

"And how do you two know each other?" asks Aegon, interested.

"We were classmates in business management," Cregan explains to him, "But I decided to change careers to law."

"At NYU?"

You both nod, as does he, now understanding, while Aemond still continues to stand apart, but at no point do you fail to feel his gaze on you, making you still very nervous but distracting with Cregan at your side.

"I didn't know the three of you knew each other," you decide to say, confused and slightly interested.

"Oh, we didn't know each other," Aegon says.

"We only just met a few moments ago when we played beer pong together," Cregan tells you with a small smile.

And you don't say anything else, that being so random, since the two of them barely met and apparently are now best friends, Cregan and Aegon more than anything, since Aemond continues to be just as serious.

"Anyway, have you seen Alysanne?" asks you Cregan, interested and hopeful.

"Yes, a while ago," you nod to him.

"Great. I'm going to go look for her, I haven't seen her in years either."

"Good luck," you smile at him.

"I'm coming with you," Aegon says instantly following suit, "Maybe your girl has a hot friend she can introduce me to."

Cregan laughs and just as they arrived together laughing and as best friends, they leave, only now you're left alone... with Aemond.

So there it is again… that tense air, but not a bad one somehow, as the both of you are left alone and there is an appropriate distance between the two, but again, you can't help but feel terribly nervous.

And even though you don't want to, still that moment of him going into the restroom with that girl keeps replaying in your mind, unable to help it. And that's why you look everywhere but at him, trying to distract yourself with the view.

Then he starts smoking, both of you without saying a word, just listening to the music and the sound of the city around you, which makes you feel a little uneasy, since you can't just leave like that, it would be too rude.

And again… that almost kiss invades your mind and doesn't leave you in peace, while you bite your lips and try to control your nerves, not having the slightest idea of what to do or what to say.

The slight smell of cigarette reaches your nostrils and you try to act as nothing, just like him, whom you see out of the corner of your eye and apparently, compared to you, he is comfortable and unconcerned.

Until he speaks.

"Are you always this quiet?"

He asks you and you bite your lips again, this making you feel more nervous, as you feel him watching you, but you don't look back at him.

"No," you reply, trying to act just as unconcerned as he does, "I'm just… relaxing."

"Hm," he says and you watch just for a second as he takes a drag on his cigarette, " You don't like parties?"

"Yes, I do," you reply softly.

And there you finally dare to look him in the eye, but you regret it the second you do, as he is already watching you and in that way, again as if he wants to see right through you, so burning and intense. So you steel yourself and continue firm, not letting him weaken you.

"I actually thought you didn't like parties," you decide to say, just to create a topic of conversation.

"I don't like them," he says and exhales smoke through his lips, looking away from you for a moment, "But I wanted to come," he says to return to watching you with such intensity.

And God, all you can think about is how ridiculously handsome he looks tonight, from his clothes, his face, his posture, the way he's looking at you, even the way he's smoking, basically everything about him.

There is a brief silence between the two of you, not uncomfortable fortunately, when suddenly he says to you:

"You didn't go to the concert."

Shit.

And there it is again, the nerves, which makes you look away from him for a moment and bite your lips.

"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry," you tell him softly, "I got sick."

"Yeah," he nods, "Your cousins said something like that. But don't apologize, it's fine."

"But I wanted to go," you clarify.

He places a small grin on his face, watching you intently.

"Did you?"

And you nod.

"At this concert you didn't even stay until the end."

Fuck.

You curse, thinking fast, again with that moment of him and that girl going into the restroom replaying in your mind, which was the reason you decided to leave early and why you decided to ignore him.

But ignoring him didn't work for you anymore since now you're here with him… alone.

"Of course I did, I saw the whole concert," you play dumb.

"I mean the after party."

He tells you softly and you again avert your gaze, terribly nervous, having no idea what to say to him now, since you can't tell him you left because you saw him that way with one of his fans. So instead, you lie, making an excuse about the party.

"I had to come here earlier to help set everything up," you explain, looking at him again, trying to sound convincing.

At this, he lets out a long breath, averting his gaze, bringing his cigarette to his lips.

"What a shame," he says in a sigh, then takes a drag.

This catches your attention, but you say nothing more, only until after you think clearly about what you are going to say before you speak.

"Baela said you're not giving any concerts until about a month," you say and he looks at you again.

"Yes, that's true," he says and you watch as he casually slides further towards you, beginning to close the distance between you, "But you could still come."

You frown.

"To where?"

"To rehearsals and then to the concerts."

At this you say nothing, you just continue to watch him, beginning to have a dilemma in mind about it and also beginning to be affected by how he is gradually moving closer to you, doing it so casually and so calculatingly, without stopping smoking, that you hate that he is already starting to make you feel that way.

You don't want to be another one of the crowd, remember?

Your serious mind tells you, since that's why you were crying before and why you decided to avoid him and get to this party earlier.

But God, you think, since he, everything about him, affects you and so much, so much so that you can't even avoid him anymore, starting little by little to let yourself be carried away by him.

And well says Baela that the flesh is weak.

You think grumpily.

"Or what? You really don't want to see me anymore?"

He asks you with that grin, weakening you more completely and making you more nervous, averting your gaze from him for a moment, really not being able to because of the way he's looking at you and making you react.

"N-no, I mean, yeah," you reply foolishly, "Yeah, okay," you look at him, "I'll go."

Then a small satisfied smile appears on his lips.

"Very well, but if you don't go…"

He begins to say, leaving his sentence in suspense and completely stealing your breath when he finally shortens the remaining distance between the two of you, at the same time as he tosses his now non-existent cigarette away, watching you attentively and determinedly.

You tense up completely and watch him completely attentive and nervous, unable to move, your legs and mind not reacting at all at that moment, starting to feel your heart beating too fast.

"If I don't go what?"

You can formulate in the midst of your nervousness in a mumble, as a distraction, as you inevitably look between his face and his lips with your lips parted.

"If you don't go like last time I'm going to be very angry and very disappointed."

You watch him in complete surprise, just at that instant also realizing how incredibly close the two of you are, the two of you completely invading each other's personal space, his entire presence and essence enveloping you completely.

And then this whole scene, it's just like when you both were about to kiss like last time, close to each other and with that tense air. When Aemond says something to you that steals your breath away.

"It was very rude to leave me waiting, you know that?" he says to you in a hoarse voice, his whole gaze determined and his eye dilated, full of desire.

"Did you really want to see me?" you ask him in a whisper.

"What do you think?"

Again your breath catches, as you focus entirely on him, watching or rather admiring the closeness of his face to yours, not being able to help it anymore, not wanting to pull away and wanting more of him.

Then you know there is no turning back when he raises his hand and places it on your cheek gently, caressing your skin with his thumb, continuing to watch you with that attention and with that desire at the same time that he sticks your chest with his, pulling you to him.

Again you watch his lips, completely absorbed in him, feeling your heart still beating too fast and completely enjoying this moment.

"If I don't see you again Y/N…"

He says again, not letting you go, with that direct, firm and challenging tone from before, but leaves his sentence in suspense again.

"What?" you ask him, wanting to know what's going to happen if he doesn't see you again.

But he doesn't say anything more to you, on the contrary, he starts leaning towards you, making you feel like your heart will jump out of your chest at any moment, when his other hand places it on your waist and the atmosphere changes completely.

And then you close your eyes, letting yourself be completely carried away and finally… you feel his lips touch yours.

And as soon as you feel the contact, you are enveloped by a sensation you haven't felt for a long time and you lift your face a little more towards him, pressing your lips more firmly with his.

A slow but completely purposeful and deep kiss begins, as he moves closer towards you, clinging and you let him, beginning to move your lips more constantly, as does he, as you bring your hands up and place them on his chest.

The kiss is perfect and with exact timing, as you feel him cling to you completely, not wanting to let you go, feeling him pull away an inch to take another angle and kiss you again, as you grab his shirt in a fist and pull him closer to you if possible.

You feel perfectly as he gently bites your upper lip in a way you haven't experienced before but firmly enough to make you gasp into his mouth and he takes the opportunity to enter your mouth, making you gasp in the middle of the kiss and bring one of your hands up to his hair, caressing it.

Now it's a fight, as you feel and hear the sound of saliva every time you move your mouths, being a wet kiss in which neither he nor you want it to end.

Everything about him is completely addictive, he is definitely an excellent kisser and you don't want him to stop, ever, enjoying the faint taste of cigarette and mint in his mouth.

"You're so beautiful, did you know that?"

He pulls away to tell you in a husky murmur, instantly attacking your lips again, never stopping caressing your cheek, at the same time he starts to pull you back until your back hits a table out here, now being trapped between it and his body.

You smile in the middle of the kiss, continuing to caress his neck and cheeks.

"You are so beautiful too, Aemond."

You manage to say between his lips, to again both resume the kiss, while you feel how he holds your waist tightly, which will probably leave marks on your skin since it's too firm, but you don't care.

Then his caresses start to be taken further, bringing his hand dangerously close to your ass, but you don't mind this either. When he suddenly lifts you up and sits you on the table behind you, making his way between your legs and caressing your thigh with one of his hands.

The mood changes completely, the whole air feeling too hot and with a need starting to appear in your lower abdomen.

Aemond caresses your thigh firmly and gently, which begins to bring waves of arousal to your core, especially as he grinds very gently against you, but pressing his hips right there as you hold him between your legs.

You gasp into his mouth, feeling too good and starting to drive you crazy, not only by his movements but also by the way he continues to kiss you, having you perfectly where he wants you.

You begin to feel his clear arousal against your center, as he grunts and continues to kiss you, bringing both hands to both of your thighs, caressing you and grinding himself more firmly and steadily against you, seeking relief, as you do, beginning to feel everything about you pulsing in an achingly delicious way.

However, the good things can't last forever.

Suddenly the doors to the balcony open again unexpectedly and this catches the attention of both of you, breaking the kiss and the moment instantly, seeing that it is a group of apparently already drunk friends, starting to make room for themselves on the balcony as well.

They notice you both but say nothing, going back to their own thing, to which you turn your focus back to Aemond, looking just as disappointed as he does at the interruption of the moment.

His lips are red and swollen, just as you must also look, so you try to get off the table, but he instantly won't let you, pressing his hips right back down there firmly, causing you to watch him in surprise and in alert.

"This is what I'll do the next time I see you if you don't go to the rehearsals and concerts," he tells you again with that determination and that honesty, his voice completely low and hoarse, not letting you go.

And at first you don't understand what he's talking about, still very overwhelmed and shocked by what happened, but mostly because he keeps pressing his hips right against your center.

But you remember what you were talking about earlier.

"W-what?"

Then that grin reappears, her gaze still full of desire and completely stealing your breath.

"I'll kiss you again without permission."

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football | jack hughes

summary: at your boyfriends lake house, you get dragged into a family football game.

request: yes / no

warnings: sexual innuendo

a/n: i saw someone say this joke to harry styles at a show in australia and had to use it in a blurb

word count: 0.6k

The Hughes’ lake house had to be one of the most serene places I’d ever been to. The house was in somewhat of an alcove, providing a makeshift sound barrier, and on top of that, there wasn’t another house for about half a mile in each direction. The calm water, only occasionally disturbed by a fish, was peaceful to look at while I could sit on their dock and get a nice tan from the beating sun.

Yet for some reason I was not relaxing on an Adirondack chair and reading a book. Rather, I was being dragged into the Hughes brothers' game of football they were playing on the lawn.

“C’mon, y/n. You’ve been reading all day.” Luke whined.

“Yes and I think that’s something the three of you should do more considering you barely have high school diplomas.” I chirp back.

“Please, babe.” Jack says, standing in front of my spot on the chair, blocking out the sun. The way the light cascaded around my boyfriend's body made him look like an angel.

“Come play a few rounds with us? If you play with us I’ll play with my shirt off.” he smirks.

I roll my eyes but give in, knowing that they won’t stop asking until I do. “Fine. But know I am not playing because you are shirtless.” I say, pulling on my sweater over my bikini.

“Oh sure.” Jack says, doubting me, removing his shirt and tossing it where I was just sitting.

I was at a significant disadvantage with all three brothers being quite taller than me. Anytime I tried to catch the ball one of them would come out of nowhere, smacking it away before I even touched the leather. I was about to quit and revert to the dock, but didn’t want to ruin the mood after seeing how much fun they were having.

“Ready?” Luke shouted out. He was now throwing the ball to Jack, while being defended by Quinn, leaving me to defend Jack. “Blue 42… hut!”

Luke shouts out the meaningless football play, before setting his feet to throw to Jack. I follow my boyfriend as he runs in various directions to evade me. He may be taller but I’m still just as agile as he is. Luke sails the ball over Quinn, who jumps on him just as the ball leaves his hands. I stay with Jack, but his height gets the best of me as he’s able to jump up and catch the ball over top of me. Luke and Jack cheer, gloating in our faces.

“I hate football.” I groaned. “I haven’t even touched the ball yet.”

“Oh, you wanna touch it? Here.” Jack says, sticking out the football.

I go to grab it, but he pulls it back, raising it above his head. “You’re not funny.” I roll my eyes.

I reach to grab it, but Jack continues to hold it out of reach. I start jumping for the ball, coming close a few times, which causes Jack to cradle the ball and squeeze it into his chest. I jump on his back, reaching over him to try and grab it.

Suddenly, Jack pulls his arm back, which sends his elbow flying straight into my forehead at full speed. I recoil, jumping off his back and falling to the grass, holding my head in pain. Jack immediately kneels beside me, holding me instead of the football.

“Oh my god, y/n, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” Jack asks me.

I nod in response but stay down holding my head. “I’m okay, just give me a second.” I replied.

He stays quiet for a few seconds, letting me absorb the pain. I blink my eyes open, seeing Jack’s concerned face in front of me. The pain had already pretty much subsided.

“Are you okay?” he asked again.

“I’m fine.” I assure him.

“How’s your head?” he asks.

“You’ve never complained.” I smirk, cracking a joke.

Jack looks at me confused momentarily before understanding my joke. “Oh my god.” he rolls his eyes, standing up. I laugh at my own joke, taking Jack’s extended arm to help me up. “You are so not funny.”

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #new jersey devils #nhl imagine #nhl #hockey #luvzegras

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bratzforchris · 6 months

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More smut to the sugar daddy fic please I’m begging or just more smut in general you write so good

Make It Better

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Summary: Luke finds himself questioning his relationship with you when he starts to feel you drifting away, only to realize you're too valuable to lose. Part 2 to this fic <3

Pairing: Sugar daddy!Luke x feminine reader

Warnings: Smut, DUB CON, brief phone sex scene, masturbating (m), oral (m and f receiving), arguments, bondage, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, unprotected p in v, pet names, blasphemy, Luke makes reader dress up, fluffy ending (I think that's all, but lmk in the comments if I missed something!)

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: This is based off an idea/request from @gladexmuses! I'm so glad you all love this AU :)) Once again, Luke strayed more towards boyfriend than sugar daddy, but I can't help it. I'm just so soft for bf Luke :p

DNI under 18

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You sighed, throwing your book down on the table. As much as you adored learning and knowledge, exam season was your least favorite part of being in college. You didn’t know what it was, but you’d suddenly been struggling in nearly all of your classes. Maybe it was the harder material, or maybe it was just your body starting to shut down from the stress, but either way, you didn’t like it. You reached for your phone to call Luke, only to hover above the device, contemplating your next move.

You longed to call Luke and vent all your problems to him, but the more anxious part of you remembered the very generous donation Luke had made towards your tuition last month. You didn’t want him to worry, or think he’d made a mistake by paying off the loans for you to attend Columbia. You also knew that in order to afford the lifestyle he lived, and the sugar-babylike relationship he gave you, he was most likely working, despite it being Sunday. You laid your head down on the small desk in your dorm, sniffling softly.

Your whole life, you’d been defined as the “smart girl”. You were in the gifted and talented program as a younger kid, only to be followed by being the valedictorian and the only person from your graduating class to end up at an Ivy League university. So to struggle now felt like a hit to everything you had ever known. Were you even qualified to be at this school?

Just then, your phone began to buzz on your desk, indicating an incoming call. You picked it up and turned it over, seeing a rather risque picture of Luke flash across the screen. As much as you didn’t want to bother him, your heart longed to talk to Luke, and besides, he was already calling you.

“Hi.” You said softly, innocently, just the way he liked.

“Hey baby girl,” he hummed. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, my usual…” You said nonchalantly, trying not to let your emotions shine through your voice as you twisted a lock of hair around your finger.

“Come over,” Luke practically moaned into the phone. “I need you.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” You teased him, a smile crossing your face slowly.

Instead of answering, you could hear Luke beginning to jack off in the background of the call. His hips bucked against the bed, the springs making squeaky noises as Luke’s right hand pleasured him. His moans were so loud that they nearly crept through the phone, tickling your own heat and making you clench your legs despite your stress.

“Oh god, Y/N,” the blond whimpered out as he came close to climaxing. “Need your body so fuckin’ bad, princess.”

You clenched your thighs tighter as you listened to Luke get himself off, moaning so damn loudly when he came. Even after all this time, you didn’t understand how his pull on you was so magical. You weren’t particularly in the mood to have sex, but you still felt called to go seek out your sugar daddy anyway, his presence making everything better.

“Fine, be there soon,” You smirked. “Clean yourself up before I get there.”

“You better watch your slutty little mouth, baby girl.” he said into the phone, voice rough and husky from the effects of his self-pleasure.

You giggled cutely, blowing a kiss into the phone before hanging up. You shoved your assignments to the side of your desk, trying to put them out of your mind for the moment. Right now, all you were supposed to think about was Luke. You packed your Fendi purse that Luke had bought for you carefully, before slipping out of your dorm and down the stairs of your residence hall. When you stepped out into the cold of New York City in November, you gulped in a breath of fresh air, glancing up at the gray sky. The sidewalk was bustling with people, even at two in the afternoon on a Sunday, but hey, that was city life for you.

You stayed rooted in place for a moment, head craned back as you examined the skyscrapers that towered over your head. No matter how long you lived in New York City, you were always in awe at the architecture. You stood frozen in place until your phone pinged with a message, reminding you of what you were supposed to actually be doing.

Luke: I miss you and your hot body, baby

You replied back to Luke with a “be there soon” and a winking face, before starting the trek to the subway station. You wondered what Luke had planned for the afternoon as you boarded the train. You weren’t particularly in the mood to have sex, but you did want the blond’s company. When he wasn’t domming you in the bedroom, you could see that loving little boy shine through his personality, before the stress of the world and his job on Wall Street got to him. You laid your head back against the window, listening to your favorite playlist while you thought about how much you adored Luke.

Before long, you reached your stop and you hurried up the stairs to the sidewalks of 57th street. You craned your neck and smiled up at Luke’s enormous glass building. This neighborhood left you in awe no matter how many times you came to Luke’s apartment. You hurried into the high-rise building, pulling your key from your bag. At this point in your relationship, Luke had given you your own personal key to his penthouse suite, and you quickly slipped into the private elevator, punching the button to go up to his floor.

“Luke?” You called out when the doors opened, stepping into his home. “Where are you?”

“Over here.” he called out from the enormous, L-shaped couch in the living room.

You walked over to the sofa, peering over the back and smiling at the sight you saw. Luke was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants with no shirt, glasses on and carefully reviewing what looked like some sort of graph for the stock market. If you didn’t know him, you would’ve just assumed he was a typical twenty-eight year old and not a multi-billionaire who also happened to be your sugar daddy.

As soon as the blond saw you looking over the back of the couch, he placed the laptop aside and pulled you over the furniture and into him. “Hey, pretty girl.” he said, planting a deep kiss on your lips.

“Hi Luke.” You whispered softly, relaxing into his arms.

The blond simply didn’t answer; instead, he opted to run his hands up and down your ass, moaning softly. His strawberry-blond stubble scratched against your cheek as he let the low, throaty sound flow into your ear. Once he had gotten his fill of feeling you up, he whispered in your ear.

“My smart, sexy girl.” he hummed huskily.

That made your stomach drop to your feet. How on earth were you supposed to explain to Luke your declining grades, especially after he’d paid your tuition. There was no way you could explain to someone that was, a) paying your full ride and b) a multiple PhD holder from Ivies, that you were nearly failing classes.

You pushed up off Luke’s chest, straightening yourself out. You pushed your glasses up your nose and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I shouldn’t have come today,” You said softly. “This was a mistake.”

Luke quirked his brow at you, looking you up and down. “What was that?”

“I’m sorry…” You mumbled, standing up off of Luke’s lap and going to grab your bag. “This isn’t your fault at all, it’s mine. I need to go.”

The blond grabbed your wrist, searching your eyes deeply. “What’s going on, baby?”

“Nothing, Luke. I gotta go.” You whispered sadly, yanking your hand from his grasp and starting to make your way towards the elevator.

Being 6’4”, Luke’s strides placed him in front of the exit before you could get there. “Not until you tell me what’s going on,” he said, blocking your way out, arms crossed over his chest. “You immediately agreed to coming over, Y/N.”

Your heart raced as you looked up at Luke. In your heart, you really believed he was a good man, but you recalled stories you’d heard and seen in the news headlines about women like you, sugar babies, getting seriously hurt or killed because they chose not to do what was asked of them.

“I…I can’t tell you, Luke. I’m sorry. It’s nothing bad, I’m not seeing another man. It’s just–I can’t.” You whispered.

The blond snorted, rolling his eyes. “What? So you can’t even talk to me now?”

“No!” You protested. “I just don’t want to burden you. You deserve to dom me when I’m happy, Luke. Not when I’m miserable, that’s not fun for you.”

“Oh baby,” he cooed. “Never in a million years would you ever be not fun for me,” the blond brought you into his arms, running his large, warm hand up and down your back. “Now, why don't you tell me what’s going on, hmm?” he asked, tipping your chin up with his hand.

“I can’t.” You mumbled into his broad chest, tears pricking your eyes.

“And why is that? Are you cheating?” he asked seriously, face growing stern for a moment. “Be fucking serious, Y/N.”

“I’m not,” You said truthfully, relaxing when you could tell Luke believed you. “It’s just, well, I don’t want to burden you since our relationship is rather…transactional.” You said, drifting your eyes from the blonde’s face to his hardening dick.

“You can tell me anything, baby girl,” Luke chuckled, knowing you’d noticed his situation. “Kink is more than just sexual; it’s emotional too. You know that.”

“Well…here goes nothing,” You sighed, taking a deep breath. “I don’t know if it’s because it’s exam season or if I’m just stressed out, but I’ve been really struggling in my classes.” You mumbled, hiding your face in the blond’s chest.

“Princess, why didn’t you just say that?” Luke kissed your forehead. “You know I won’t judge my pretty girl. Do you need a tutor? Homework help?”

“It’s just…when you called me smart and sexy, it made me feel like I’d let you down. Especially after you paid for my tuition. I feel like I’m letting everyone who has ever called me the smart girl down.” You said, starting to cry.

“Baby girl, look at me,” Luke hummed. “You are not letting anyone down, okay? I wouldn’t have paid your tuition if I didn’t believe in you. A period of downs doesn’t mean there aren’t new ups coming. And if anyone judges your grades, fuck them. You’re at an Ivy League university, Y/N, and you’re killing it,” he smirked. “Not to mention maintaining a perfect body, but that’s not a conversation for right now.” Luke chuckled.

You smiled softly at the blond’s reassurance, filled with new hope. “You aren’t mad?”

“Never.”

You hugged Luke tightly, burying your face in his chest and inhaling his strong, manly scent. “You smell good.”

“Why thank you,” he laughed. “Now, let’s make sure we get that stress taken care of, yeah?” Luke said, reaching for the button on your jeans.

“I’m not sure,” You whispered softly. “I don’t know if I really want to. I would like a kiss, though.” You smiled.

“I’ll make it all better, princess.” he smirked, slowly running his hands up your back and undoing the clasp of your bra.

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips as Luke ran his hands along your boobs. Luke planted a kiss on your lips, beginning to roughly make out with you. His heated body pressed against your own was slowly turning you on, but you still were unsure about if this was a good idea or not.

“I have a surprise for you,” Luke mumbled, picking you up under the ass and carrying you into his large, master suite bedroom. The blond sat you down on the bed, eyeing you carefully. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking you up and down. “Well, you know what to do.”

You knew what Luke wanted, so you quickly kneeled on the bed, looking up at him and fluttering your lashes. “Yes sir.”

“Good girl,” the blond said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

Luke left your side, going into his huge, walk-in closet. Part of you wondered what he was doing, but part of you also knew. Your dom absolutely adored when you wore lingerie, and you were pretty sure he’d gotten you a new set. Sure enough, he stepped out a moment later, holding a pile of pink, lacy fabric with something metal on top. He came back to your side, smirking with that look that had made you fall for him way back.

“What better way to ease you into it than a new set, hmm?” Luke smiled. “Arms up, baby girl. You know this is my job.”

You nodded, allowing Luke to remove your shirt and bra, and then your pants and underwear. You had to admit that letting him take the reins was slowly relaxing you, allowing you to go into your floaty subspace, not worrying about anything. Once Luke had undressed you, he revealed the pink fabric from earlier to you.

It was a lacy, hot pink lingerie set. The rose embroidery outlined the cups of the bra perfectly, and on the ass of the panties was Princess in white rhinestones. They clipped together with hot pink garters, studded with the same matching rhinestones. The set wasn’t what caught your eye, though. Luke dangled a pair of handcuffs in front of your face, a devilishly handsome smirk on his beautiful face. You were used to bondage in your and Luke’s scenes, but these handcuffs were different. They were a beautiful, shiny silver, with the wider part inlaid with shiny, Swarovski crystals that glinted in the sun that was streaming in through the large glass windows.

“Luke…it’s beautiful. Thank you.” You whispered sweetly.

The blond slid the lingerie set on you with care, leaving slight kisses all over your skin. He then grabbed the handcuffs. “You’re gonna be a good girl and let me do what I want, right? I know you have it in you, princess.” Luke smirked, planting a heated kiss on your lips.

“Mhm,” You said, bowing your head as you continued to kneel. “I promise.” You smiled.

“I knew you had it. Good fuckin’ girl.” Luke smirked, putting your hands in the cuffs and then attaching you to his enormous headboard.

You smiled softly up at him, nodding your head. Luke pulled out his phone, snapping a quick photo on his phone. Once he had done so, he tossed the device to the side, hooking his thumbs on the waistband of the panties.

“Relax, honey. We’ll get all that stress properly fucked out.” he smirked.

Luke slid the flimsy lace off your legs, chuckling when you unconsciously clenched your thighs. He spread your legs apart with his large, ringed hands, lustfully licking his lips as he gazed at your already wet slit. The blond didn’t even really give you the opportunity to say much else before he began to tap out a gentle, pulsing rhythm on your clit.

“Oh god,” You whimpered. “Don’t be a tease.”

“‘M not teasin’, honey. Just getting you ready to cum.” he said, planting a kiss on your pubic bone.

“Right there. Oh my god, keep going.” You gasped out, wriggling against your bonds as Luke hit a particularly pleasurable spot with his fingers.

“Awww, you don’t even need my tongue to cum, baby.” Luke teased you.

You panted as Luke crouched down, beginning to run his tongue up and down your slit and across your thighs as he continued to pleasure your clit. He was humming soft things about how good you tasted and how pretty you were, teasing with soft flicks over his tongue. Once he’d had his fill of practically torturing you, the blond began to fully eat you out, enjoying the way your legs were clenching around his neck.

You felt the warm ball that had knotted itself in your stomach burn hotter, as well as your walls beginning to contract, and you knew you were close. “Hmmm, Luke,” You whimpered. “Need to cum.”

“Not yet, honey. Haven’t had my fill of you.” Luke lifted his head for a moment to speak, landing a smack to your ass, to which you cried out in pleasure.

You were panting and huffing as Luke continued to eat you out, hands straining against the cuffs. Between his tongue and the stimulation on your electric spot from his fingers, you were ready to orgasm faster than you ever had before. Finally, Luke decided he was truly ready to taste you.

“Cum for me, honey,” he whispered into your folds. “Cum all in my mouth, baby girl.”

You didn’t need to be told twice; you immediately let go, tugging against the handcuffs as you came in his mouth, letting out erotic moans as you did so. “Oh god, Luke.”

“You like that, princess?” he asked, sitting back on his haunches and staring at you with an expectant smile.

You nodded quickly, letting a string of praises for the blond fall from your lips. Luke grabbed the key to the handcuffs off the nightstand and undid your bonds, pressing a soft kiss to the red spots on your wrist with a quiet, husky “good girl”. As soon as you were free from the restraints, you sat up, throwing your arms around Luke’s neck.

“Thank you for encouraging me, I needed that.” You smiled, giving him doe eyes as you kissed his cheek.

“You’re welcome, pretty princess,” Luke smiled, groping your ass. “Do you see why I said I could never be mad at you earlier?” he asked.

You nodded, snuggling into his chest as you laid your head on his shoulder. You played innocent for a moment, before you snuck your hand down to his sweatpants-clad dick. You cheekily ran your hand up and down his shaft, palming him as you giggled.

“Is that you asking for more, my love?” Luke asked you, cocking an eyebrow.

“Maybe,” You giggled. “Depends on what you’re offering, sir.”

“I’m offering for you to be filled with my dick, but if you don’t want that…” he shrugged nonchalantly.

“No, please. I do.” You hummed, running your hands through his blond curls.

“Get on your knees, then.” Luke said firmly, but not unkindly.

You did as he gasped, wincing when you realized how sensitive your pussy still was from Luke’s stimulation, which elicited a laugh from the blond. Once you were kneeling, you looked at Luke through your lashes, smiling as you watched him remove his pants and begin to palm himself until he was acceptably hard.

“You gonna be a good girl and take my whole cock in that slutty little mouth?” he smirked.

You nodded quickly, reaching out for him. “Let me make you feel good.”

Luke smirked, getting on his own knees in front of you, an expectant smile on his face. “Suck.” he demanded, landing another spanking to your ass.

You immediately took Luke’s tip into your mouth, running your tongue across the head of his dick in a way that made the blond grunt out with pleasure. As you got him worked up, you began to pump the lower part of his erection with your right hand, watching him throw his head back erotically.

“God, makin’ me feel so good, baby.” he hummed out.

You responded with your own moans vibrating against his dick as you took more of him into your mouth, which got even more of a reaction out of Luke. By this point, you had taken almost his entire length into your mouth, sucking and running your tongue along his tip. Luke was letting out moans akin to a male pornstar, his head thrown back as he thrusted his hips to meet your jaw.

“Mmmm, need to cum, princess.” he gasped out as his dick hit the back of your throat.

You smiled up at him with your eyes as he landed another spank to your ass, enjoying the way it shoved you further into him. The whole scene was rather unholy, but it was definitely hot. Luke was thrusting his hips as he panted out, while you sucked him off, letting out your own girlish moans. Without warning, Luke suddenly clenched his muscle and began to cum, thich, white ropes of the substance shooting down your throat.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” he huffed.

You slowly pulled back from Luke, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Yum.” You giggled.

Luke kissed your forehead, running a hand through your tousled hair. “You really are the best sugar baby in the world.”

“Thank you,” You smiled, pushing yourself ever close to him, smirking when you realized his cock was still hard. “It’s all because of you.”

“Is that so, baby girl?” the blond chuckled.

You nodded your head, slowly leaning back against Luke’s silken pillows to prop yourself up. “Mhm…I was thinking you could maybe, you know, remind me of that?” You smirked sweetly.

“Oh baby, someone’s horny today,” Luke grinned, running a hand along the lacy bra that was still clad to your tits. “What happened to that ‘I don’t want this’, huh?”.

You blushed, looking up at him as he straddled you. “You just made it better, I guess. That’s what happens when you’re smart, and loving, and might I add oh-so-sexy.”

He shook his head, wriggling his hips in the slightest way to give you a bit of friction. Not a lot, but just enough to turn you on. “You know you’re really being a slut right now, my love.” Luke looked like the most handsome devil as he spoke. As if he could burn the world down and smirk as he did so, but it would all be for you.

“Only for you, Lu,” You hummed, pressing his hands to your boobs. “Only for you.”

“Are you in it for me, or for the money?” Luke teased you.

“I mean mostly for you, but the money’s nice too.” You winked.

Luke kissed your forehead as he dug his hips into your own. “Keep talking like that and I might just fall in love with you, princess.”

“You know, that wouldn’t be the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.” You smiled, lifting your head to make out with him.

The blond moaned at that, continuing where you two had left off a few minutes before. You noticed him move to line his tip up with your entrance, smirking as he did so. “Can you take my cock, baby? Or are you already so fucked out.”

“God, Luke. Please just fuck me.” You whined out, gripping at the sheets.

Luke immediately slammed into you at your request, smirking as he looked down at your face. You weren’t used to Luke’s size and length without a condom, and you were practically intoxicated with ecstasy at the feeling of him grinding against you bare. The blond fucked into you hard and fast, bucking his hips against you in a way that would definitely leave bruises there tomorrow. You didn’t care though, the feeling of Luke inside of you had taken every coherent thought from your mind.

Moving from dripping the sheets, you tangled your hands in Luke’s blond curls, practically yelling out as he rode you. Luke must’ve been feeling extra horny today; whatever it was, you were definitely feeling its effects, but you couldn’t say you were mad about them. You were always ready to cum faster on your second orgasm than on your first, which led you to where you were now, gripping Luke’s hair as a tear rolled down your cheek at the overstimulation.

“Luke, I’m so close.” You gasped out, feeling yourself tighten in preparation for your climax.

“You can do it, baby girl. I know you can. Show me how strong you are.” Luke coached you, enjoying watching you squirm.

“Luke, please,” You cried out. “Need to cum.”

The blond gave one last hard thrust against you, landing a smack to your ass as he did so, before quickly pulling out, just in time to cum all over your stomach as you hit your own climax. “God, so sexy.” he moaned.

Luke laid down beside you, rubbing your tummy to coach you through the rest of your high, feeling his own body start to relax a bit. By the time you had finished, you were both beyond exhausted. You flopped over into Luke’s arms, panting heavily as he held you, your naked bodies pressed together.

“Thank you,” You whispered softly. “I needed that today.”

“You’re welcome, baby girl. I love you.” Luke cooed.

“Are you busy this afternoon?” You asked sleepily.

While Luke was practically the king of aftercare, especially for a sugar daddy, there were definitely days where you’d both cum and he’d go back to working. You were hoping today wasn’t one of those days, but Wall Street was so unpredictable, you never knew. The blond snuggled you closer, running a hand about and down your back.

“Nope, but there is a little gift waiting for you on the kitchen counter if you’re ready to leave.” he smirked.

“Luke!” You swatted his shoulder lightly. “This is more than enough.” You said, gesturing down at your bra.

“I don’t think so,” he shrugged. “What better way to get in the Christmas spirit than a pair of red bottoms, huh princess?”

“You didn’t!” You said, gripping him closer and kissing him. “I can’t believe you bought me a pair of Louboutins.”

“Only the finest for my girl.” Luke said, kissing you deeply.

“I love you, Luke. I’m sorry about earlier…” You whispered.

“Ah ah, no sorries, my love. There’s nothing wrong with admitting you’re struggling,” Luke looked at you seriously. “I hope you know that you can tell me anything. My degrees, my career, none of that affects how I look at you, okay?”

You nodded, snuggling into his chest. “Thank you. Naptime now?” You asked.

Luke chuckled, holding you ever closer. “Always. I love you, princess.”

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