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Banner by me. Dividers by @saradika

Summary: Coriolanus leaves you in the care of his cousin, Tigris, while he goes about his day at the Citadel. Sadly, the pitiful look in her eyes when she looks at you doesn't go unnoticed.

Warnings: Coriolanus Snow is his own warning! Possessive!Coriolanus, Obsessive!Coriolanus, DelusionalCoriolanus, Dark!Coriolanus, Soft Dark!Coriolanus?, Head Gamemaker!Coriolanus, Cheating/infidelity (not on reader), Reference to prostitution, Talks of prostitution, Poison, Murder Plans

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This chapter's a bit long.

Chapter 4:

The bright light of the morning sun shines thru the large floor to ceiling window in the master bedroom of the penthouse, causing Coriolanus to groan and blink his groggy eyes open. He craned his head down, only to see that you were still fast asleep and tucked into his side. The sight of you sleeping soundly with his arm protectively wrapped around you brought a smile to his usually stoic face.

He thought that you looked beautiful as you slept. Well, he thought that you were beautiful no matter what, truth be told. You could be wrapped up in his silk sheets, in the most expensive designer dresses, or in a sack dress and he'd still think you’re beautiful.

To Coriolanus you were more beautiful than any of the rarest diamonds in Panem. Hell, the world. And you were all his. His precious gem to polish and cherish.

To own.

He was disappointed that he couldn't see the love bites and bruises he left on you due to the sleeping position you were in. He really wanted to see his marks on your radiant skin. Just thinking about it made his morning wood even harder than it already was.

If you weren't having so much trouble sleeping due to nightmares, he would've waken you up and had you suck his cock. Of course he also wanted to feast on your cunt for breakfast as well, but sadly he couldn't. He had to let you get some rest, plus he needed to get to the Citadel.

He had a busy day ahead of him, so despite how much he wanted to, he couldn't spend the entire day in bed with you. Damn his duties. One day when he's all powerful (the President of Panem) if he wants to spend his entire day in bed fucking you then he will.

Hell, maybe he'll even make a national holiday where all citizens get a day off in your honor just so he can stay in bed having his way with you once he's Mister President. Yes, that's a lovely idea. He'll make your birthday a national holiday; name it Darling Rose Day.

With a heavy sigh, Coriolanus gently untangled himself from you and went to take a shower. It doesn't take him long before he's back in the room he shares with you, towel wrapped around his waist and a smirk plastered on his face as he takes in the sight of you snuggled into his pillow. Seeing you long for his scent, for him, in your sleep gives his already inflated ego a boost.

He doesn't want to disturb you by turning on the lights, so he uses the sunlight streaming into the room to help him see what's in his closet. He didn't have much in there, just a few suits and dress shirts, but it was enough to ensure he looked presentable on the days he chose to seek refuge in his penthouse from his bitch on a wife.

A bitch of a wife that would be no more after tonight's dinner at Avelina’s.

A lush that would choke on her own blood after eating a couple bites of their appetizer.

Their seafood appetizer.

Yes, he had everything planned out perfectly considering he literally concocted the plan last night (around midnight or so).

Coriolanus’ smile went from ear to ear as he thought about how he was going to be running the Cardew (now the Snow) bank since Livia was the only one in her family left (damn those deadly shellfish allergies) along with having you. And if that wasn't enough to make him happy, well he’d soon be announcing that he was putting his name in the hat as one of the men running for president (President Ravenstill would be getting a bit sicker within the next few days and his cabinet along with the ministry would have to announce a campaign season and voting season for a new president.).

Deciding to pull out a white jacket to pair with the white shirt and black pants he wore last night to pick you up (they were perfectly clean given he only had them on for roughly half an hour or so), he quickly dressed and left your room.

Once in the main room, he called Tigris on the video phone and told her to come to the penthouse to watch over you while he was at the Citadel. The response expected wasn't the one he got.

No…

What he got from Tigris was a sour look paired with the question of, “Why did you sign her out of the hospital if she's not ready to be alone, Coriolanus?”

He let out an aggravated sigh. Why couldn't his cousin just say yes and leave it at that? Did she have to push back about this?

“Tigris, she's perfectly capable of being alone.” He told his cousin, not wanting her to think that you were a basketcase when you weren't.

Tigris was about to say something, but Coriolanus beat her to it with the long-winded remark of, “It's just that I don't want her to be alone in the penthouse after everything she's been through. I thought a friendly face might make her first day out of the hospital easier for her.”

Once you felt more comfortable in the Capitol, Coriolanus planned on introducing you to Clemmie. He felt that she'd be a good friend for you; could help you navigate the social circles of the Capitol housewives and socialites.

Clemensia Dovecote was known for serving cunt everywhere she went and that was just the kind of friend you needed in the Capitol.

Between him being your lover, Clemmie being your friend, and Tigris being your personal stylist (and friend as well) he was sure you'd quickly learn how to fit in.

Then, another reason for Tigris to come see you popped into his head. “Plus you do need to work on both her exit interview and crowning dresses.” Smirking, he finished his thoughts with the rhetorical question of, “What better way to start working on her dresses than to spend the day with her?”

Tigris' warm blue eyes turned frosty as she disdainfully bit out, “You're concerned about her being alone after what she's been through as if it isn't your fault that she experienced all those horrors in that beautiful deathtrap of an arena you designed special for that Quarter Quell?” Giving him a look full of judgment, she said, "Oh, that's rich coming from you, the head gamemaker.”

Oh how Coriolanus wanted to reach into the video screen and smack Tigris upside her light blonde and black highlighted head. How dare she speak to him like that?

If it wasn't for him being head gamemaker she wouldn't have a fucking job since he's the one that made her into one of the most sought after stylist in the Capitol.

Hell, bitch should be grateful.

But no…ever since he got back from his summer stint as a peacekeeper in District 12 she's been cold and offish to him.

One day he's going to say enough’s enough and cut her off, but today isn't that day. He needs her to be your friend; to design your dresses and be your personal stylist. Hell, he still needs her to be his stylist.

She knows all his measurements and inseams; he doesn't want to have to deal with somebody new learning all of that.

“Tigris, I need to go to the Citadel soon so just come here with Y/N’s clothes and spend the day with her.”

“Why do you care so much for Coriolanus? She's just another district gutter rat that won those barbaric games you design.”

The platinum blonde’s icy eyes turned hateful upon hearing his cousin call you a district gutter rat.

How dare she?

You weren't like the rest of the people from the coal district. You were different.

A diamond made out of the pressures coal undergoes.

His rare diamond that was too good; too beautiful for district life.

“She's not a district gutter rat; she's going to be my wife. Now, are you going to come over or do I have to have somebody go and fetch you?” Coriolanus snapped, feeling rage consume him.

Tigris’ eyes (which were heavily lined with too much black eyeliner and made her look like a cat if you asked him) went wide. “Your wife? But, Coriolanus, you're already married!”

“Well, I see I'll be sending somebody by to fetch you. Make you to bring your key, I'll be at the Citadel when you arrive.” He told his cousin in a clipped tone before hanging up and ending the call.

He ran a hand thru his flawlessly slicked back hair and let out a long sigh. That call was worse than some of the ones he has with political sponsors and that's saying something.

He turned his head and looked down the hall, to where you were still sleeping soundly in his bed, before rising from his chair and making his way over to the foyer. With a smirk on his lips he walked out of the penthouse. He knew that the next time he walked thru the door he'd be free to be with you.

Forever and ever.

When you woke up it was alone in the large king sized bed. You were still in the same spot that you fell asleep in, the only difference being that you were clutching onto Coriolanus’ pillow. Your nose was buried into it as well, breathing in his scent that was a mix of roses and musk.

You let out a groan from how brightly the sun was shining thru the window; burying your face deeper in Coryo’s pillow. The strong scent of roses was intoxicating; nearly overpowering your senses, as you hid away from the bright sunlight.

You didn't have the opportunity of using the platinum blonde man's pillow as a shield from the sun for long.

The door opened followed by Tigris' cheery voice proclaiming, “It's nearly noon, Y/N. It's time to get up.”

“Close the drapes, it's too bright in here.” You complained.

“My cousin doesn't have practical drapes, just decorative curtains that don't close.” Tigris told you, a suitcase full of your clothes from your time as a Hunger Games tribute rolling behind her as she walked further into the room. “I brought your clothes; I figured Coriolanus wouldn't have any for you here.”

“He let me borrow a shirt last night; said he'd have you come over with my things.” You explained while lifting your head from the rose scent pillow it was buried in.

Tigris' brows furrowed. You said Coriolanus gave you a shirt, but your back was bare. Surely he didn't…

As you sat up in bed the blanket around you shifted, causing the stylist (whose blonde and black striped hair along with her heavy lined eyes were similar to her feline name) to gasp.

Her hand shakily covered her mouth as her eyes took in the bite marks on you. Silently, she counted them. A large one on your collarbone that seemed deep. Looked as if it went down to the bone, as if her cousin sunk his teeth in deliberately to brand you. Then you had a one on the side of your breast left breast. It was plum and dark purple; it looked angry and ugly.

And if that wasn't enough, the left side of your cheek had a purplish-reddish bruise on it.

A bruise that was a large imprint of a hand.

She looked at you like you’re broken while rushing over to you. “Sweetheart, did he hurt you?” Tigris asked, sitting next to you on the bed and reaching out to gently touch your swollen cheek.

Your brow scrunched up, wondering why she asked that. Then you realized the blanket had shifted and she probably saw the marks Coryo left on you last night (err this morning?) when you were fooling around.

Oh how embarrassing.

“No.” You quickly shook your head. “He didn't hurt me.”

“But, Y/N, it looks like he did.”

“But he didn't, Tigris.” You protested.

“Did he-” You knew what she was going to ask and the question disgusted you. So you cut her off.

“God no, he didn't make me do anything!” You quickly shouted at her.

Despite being a bit dominant and slap happy, Coriolanus did respect you enough to ask you what you wanted. To tell you to use your words; tell him what you wanted to do.

He knew how far to push and when to ease up. You felt that your first sexual experience with him was breathtaking.

It was an experience you'll never forget.

The fact that Tigris could think her own cousin could do something so horrible to you pissed you off. How could she think so low of him? Was it because he had marriage problems or was it because she knew he liked you?

The stylist shook her head, only to sadly say, “He did something with you, sweetheart or you wouldn't have a bruised cheek and such painful bite marks on you.” A look of pity flashed in her eyes. “He's too old for you and you're an innocent girl. Coriolanus should've never coerced you to do whatever happened last night.”

“He didn't coerce me into anything. Whatever happened between me and Coryo was consensual.” You told Tigris, taking her aback since you used her cousin's nickname.

Coriolanus never let anyone call him Coryo anymore. Him telling you to use it meant that things were worse than she thought. That he was probably going to keep you held hostage in the Snow penthouse to earn your trust and break you in before he turned you over to the highest bidder.

Oh yes, Tigris knew all about her cousin's disgusting side hustle of pimping out desirable victors to rich capitolites for cold hard cash.

She hates that he does it. Every time she tries to confront him he just tells her that she has no room to judge since she sold herself to buy them half rotten food and outdated ill fitting clothes.

That at least he was doing something useful with the money.

She never asked him what he was doing with the thousands if not millions of money he made being the biggest pimp in all of Panem. She was too hurt that he cruelly threw a very painful part of her past up in her face.

Tigris honestly should've cut him out of her life years ago. Sadly, despite all of his evil deeds, she still loves him. Also, she feels that she sort of owes him for her stylist job so she deals with him occasionally.

He does have the power to get her fired; take away her boutique and condo if he wished.

Tigris couldn't help but think that Coriolanus was full of shit this morning when he told her that he wanted to marry you. She thinks he just told her that so she'd come over and make you look pretty for him.

You didn't like the way Tigris was looking at you as if you were a wounded animal. She wasn't giving you the same warm and friendly looks she did before you went into the arena.

Now she looked at you as if you should've died back in the games.

Her eyes held so much pity in them that you couldn't handle it.

Coriolanus didn't look at you as if you'd crumble so why was Tigris looking at you like that?

“He's a married man, Y/N. He's also heavily involved in politics.” The stylist reminded you, making you feel sick to your stomach.

How could you forget about his wife, Livia?

Now you feel bad. Oh no, you're the other woman. Even though he said that he was getting rid of her it didn't stop you from feeling guilting about being an accomplice in his infidelity.

Feeling dirty, you looked at Tigris and asked, “Can you show me where the bathroom is? I'd like to shower.”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

After opening the bathroom door and giving you a gentle push inside, Tigris told you she'd bring you a change of clothes and left you to your own devices.

You felt so small in the large, navy blue tiled bathroom. Hell, the bathroom was larger than your bedroom back home.

Why was the bathroom so big?

You slowly moved your head this way and that, taking in the large layout of the room.

One wall was lined with shelves; you assumed they were for towels. Also against that wall was the toilet, a marble topped vanity, and a large mirror.

A vanity in which the sink looked a bit lost in the middle of it.

Oh…

This was Coriolanus’ private bathroom.

And the reason you knew that was because of the shaving kit, jar of shaving cream, and bottles of aftershave and cologne stacked on the vanity- neatly below the bathroom mirror.

Of course, he has the biggest bathroom in the penthouse.

Shaking your head, you placed your focus on the large shower in the far back corner of the room. It looked to be an octagon shape, which you thought was weird. The door to the shower was frosted and larger than the front door of the mayor’s house back in 12.

Wow…just…wow…

And alongside the shower stall was a large claw bathtub. It baffled you how somebody needed both a shower and a bathtub in a room larger than some people's houses back in District 12.

Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think you'd be in the large and over the top bathroom of Panem's head gamemaker, Coriolanus Snow, but here you were.

Should you pinch yourself to make sure this is real?

Nah. The aches on your body from the activities you and Coryo had partaken in are enough of a reality check for you.

Hearing the click-clanking of Tigris' heels coming from down the hall, you rushed into the shower and turned on the water.

You weren't used to hot water flowing out of a showerhead (having lived in the Seam your entire life you, sadly, were used to time tub baths with lukewarm water that was heated on top of the stove) so when the water hit your body, you jerked in surprise.

You also let out a hiss, but that was because of how the scalding hot water felt like daggers piercing the deep teeth marks on your collarbone.

Teeth marks that Coriolanus left last night when he got a little carried away with his nips and suckling on your neck and chest. Or at least you think he just got carried away because he always seemed like such a put together and reserved man.

Or at least that's the image he portrayed publicly for the media.

A knock sounded on the door, followed by it slowly opening. “I'll put your dress on the vanity.’ Tigris told you while walking into the room. “There's a towel on the rack by the shower door.”

You already knew that. You saw it.

“Thank you.” You called out while reaching for the nearby bottle of shampoo.

A pink bottle with roses printed all over it.

What the hell’s with Coryo and roses?

You noticed though that the bottle of conditioner was purple and couldn't help, but wonder what that smelled like.

You heard Tigris leave the room as you began to lather up your hair with the strong floral scented shampoo.

The scent of roses.

Coriolanus’ scent; a scent that you'd share with him til the end of the line.

After leaving your clothes on the vanity, Tigris laid out her sketch book and sample swatches on the dining room table. Then, once her impromptu work space was set up to her liking, she went into the main room and called her cousin on the video phone.

After about 3 or 4 rings Coriolanus' face appeared on the phone's tv screen. “Tigris, how is Y/N this afternoon?”

Tigris just gave her cousin a disgusted look. “She just woke up and she's in your shower right now trying to scrub off all the filth leftover from your unwanted touch last night.” She bluntly told Coriolanus since she felt she needed to be your voice.

That since you were so young and innocent that she needed to try and stop her dark souled cousin from corrupting you.

From ruining your life.

Coriolanus’ icy blue eyes went wide at his cousin's words. Was she implying- fucking hell! “I didn't touch her in any unwanted ways, Tigris. Believe it or not, I am a gentleman when it comes to such matters.”

“I saw the bruises and the bite marks you left on her, Coriolanus! Don't tell me she wanted you to do that to her, no woman in her right mind wants that done to her!”

Ah, so this wasn't about you and him, but about the stylist’s past demons haunting her. Oh, she just has to let go of the past. Whatver happened to her, well, she was paid for it.

Projecting her feelings onto his darling rose wasn't the answer tho. It wouldn't make Tigris’ shame go away.

Why couldn't she just be grateful that he made her a fashion icon and just befriend you like he asked? Why does she have to make everything so complicated with her soft ways and overly compassionate feelings?

That quality is going to get her hurt one day…

“Did you talk to her about it? If so, then you should believe what she told you.” The head gamemaker told his cousin while looking over the paperwork on his desk for his darling rose’s Capitol residency permit.

A permit that was a K-1 Visa.

Better known as the 90 Day Fiance Capitol Citizen Sponsorship Immigration Form.

Yes, he was going to marry you to keep you tied to him forever.

It was the only way to keep you safe. To keep the rich and vile creatures of the Capitol from trying to steal you away from him.

Nobody would dare try to steal his wife. Everyone was afraid of him; knew trying anything with Mrs. Coriolanus Snow would get them a certain date with death.

One that he'd personally send them on with the aid of his many poisons.

Tigris looked towards the hall, checking to see if you were still in the shower, before telling Coriolanus, “That girl”s too sweet and innocent for you, Coriolanus. She's been thru so much at your hands already; just let her go.” Feeling her resolve grow, she added in, “Don't use her as your mistress because your bored with Livia; don't break her in for your clients either. Just send her home to her family.”

The head gamemaker looked up from the paperwork in his hands, only to let out a dark chuckle. “I see you don't listen to me anymore. I told you this morning that I'm going to make Y/N my wife.”

“Coriolanus, you can't divorce Livia to marry the latest victor. It’ll sink you politically.”

Coriolanus knew that. It's the reason why he's slipping some poison into the wine glasses at dinner tonight.

He needed Livia dead and buried so he can spin a second chance love story narrative concerning you and him to the Capitol.

“Tigris, as much as I want to continue this conversation, I need to complete some important paperwork.” He told his cousin before abruptly hanging up on her.

Tigris just stared at the black screen of the video phone. She couldn't believe how insane Coriolanus was acting over a girl he barely knew.

Oh god, she hoped he wasn't obsessed with her because she was the first victor (and a female) from District 12 in the last 15 years. The first being Lucy Gray, who she assumed he loved. Who, as she understood, mysteriously disappeared around the time Coriolanus was discharged and returned to the Capitol to study under Dr. Gaul at the University. Around the same time he became the heir to the Plinths fortune.

Oh no…

She hoped her cousin didn't hurt or kill Lucy Gray. She hoped he didn't have a hand in Sejanus' death as a traitor either.

But somewhere deep inside of her soul, Tigris knew that Coriolanus did something horrible to both his first love and the true heir of the Plinths fortune.

“Coriolanus, what are you doing going to your study? I thought you were taking me to Avelina's for dinner?” Coriolanus heard his wife's screeching voice ask as he walked down the hall, away from where she was in the main foyer.

She was sitting on an entry bench, dolled up and waiting on him to take her to dinner.

She'd just have to wait a little bit longer.

“I need to put away some paperwork, Liv. Then I'll be right there to take you to Avelina's.” Coriolanus told his wife because he couldn't tell her the real reason he was going to his office.

Poison.

He kept a case of poisons and antidotes locked up in the bottom drawer of his desk. Tonight, he was getting a vile of sweet, but deadly tasting poison to dump into their drinks.

Both of them will choke on their own blood tonight, but only one of them's dying.

And it ain't him since he's built up a partial immunity to this specific poison he'll be using.

“Hurry up, Coriolanus! I don't want to get stuck at a table by the kitchen door like last time!” Livia shouted as Coriolanus entered his study and made a beeline to his desk.

She acted like it was his fault that her favorite restaurant was a hot spot for every fucking socialite under 40 in the Capitol; that seating was hard to get and wait times were atrocious.

Oh yes, everything that went wrong in Livia's life seemed to be Coriolanus’ fault. Or at least that's how her endless nagging made him feel. Like she was blaming him for dumb, petty bullshit.

Whatever. It didn't matter anymore because she'd be dead within an hour.

Quickly, he pocketed his vial of poison, locked up his bottom desk drawer, and exited his office. “I'm on my way, Livia. Car’s outside with Bentley; just have him let you in.” Coriolanus called out to his wife as he started walking down the long hallway leading to the main entrance of the house.

Livia didn't reply back to him, but Coriolanus knew that she heard him since he heard the front door slam shut. He couldn't help but chuckle manically. For once in her life the shrew actually listened to him. And it was on her last night breathing too.

How ironic was that?

Oh, he was going to enjoy dinner tonight. Maybe he'll sue Avelina's for a wrongful death suit; bankrupt the owners and take everything they have?

After all, everything that's going to happen tonight's only business.

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2024 L'Équipe Interview, "I always need to improve."

This fascinating dive into the heart of a champion's life, through his words, reveals the warm and endearing man described by those who know him intimately. A 26-year-old man, different from the one we have become accustomed to seeing over the years, this wild and cold beast who leaves no room for improvisation and feeling.

At your press briefing, you said you'd rather talk about your car than non-sporting problems. So, how is this RB20? It's great. I felt comfortable in it straight away. I'd say it was more of an evolution, an improvement on the previous car.

Is that so? Despite all the exterior changes, are your driving feelings close to those of last year? It's even a little better, a little more natural. And that's great.

Did you feel it as soon as you got into the car during winter testing? You can never be sure right from the first run, but I could see from the start that it was well balanced and, above all, that I could set a good time straight away. That's a sign that the car will be fast! After that, you have to know where the competition stands. We don't know how the others have worked.

Did you have the same feeling with the RB19 in early 2023? Pretty much, yes. There were a couple of things to sort out, but nothing dramatic.

Of all the Red Bulls you've driven driven since 2016, is there one that you like the most? The most fun were those of the previous generation (before the 2022 ground effect regulations).

The one from 2021? Exactly (his face lights up). The car was great, it was responsive. Today, they've become heavy, wide and long.

But do you like them all the same? When you're driving the best car on the grid, when it's a Formula 1 car, of course (he laughs).

Weren't those 2021 cars a little on the edge? Didn't they force you to make mistakes sometimes? (He reflects.) No, I don't think so. We managed to make the most of it, and then there was this philosophy, this way of to make it sharper (his hand mimics the diving single-seater like Red Bull used to design its single-seaters). I loved it.

Are you having more trouble today? (He smiles.) No… I don't care. I can adapt. But these 2021 cars, they went faster through the slow corners, they moved better. I was having more fun.

When they say you can drive any car, what would you do at the wheel of a Haas (last team in the standings last year)? (He smiles.) I don't think I'd win a race.

Not even a podium? Normally not (he reflects). Probably not. But I'd try do a better job than anyone else, that's for sure. After that, if the car is slow, it's slow.

It seems that since the advent of ground effect cars, you've been unbeatable. Do these single-seaters require special driving techniques and do you adapt better to them? I don't think so. If I'm successful, it's because I've got a great team around me who have built these fabulous cars. We had a bit of trouble getting back to the top with the old generation, but by 2021, we'd figured it out. And by 2022, things were looking up.

So, no change in style? Of course not. The cars have changed, and so have the tires. But we're adapting.

In what way? The car is heavier so I can't rely on it as much. The tires are wider, which means less visibility. The suspensions are so hard that we have to work on a new way of attacking the curbs.

Does that take time? Yes, it does. But it's the same for everyone.

Last week, Pierre Waché, the designer of the RB20, told us he really appreciated your technical feedback, that it allowed the team to progress. What do you have to ask him today, when you crushed the first race? Every car has its weaknesses and it takes time to overcome them. We haven't driven on enough tracks yet to tell you. Last year, it was the street circuits. This year, I'll tell you later, but I'd say they're details.

You give the impression of always having had a steering wheel in your hands. What's your first memory? (Instantly.) I was 3 years old and rode a mini moto.

And in a car? In August 2013, in Wales, on a Formula Renault 2-liter on the Pembrey circuit. It was my first experience in a single-seater. Something very different from karting. It took me a while to adjust my behavior and reflexes. I had no experience of tires, especially as it was raining. It was raining hard. The first few laps were a bit hard, and I spun a few times, but after that I had a blast. I had Michelin tyres which are excellent in these conditions. I just loved it.

Everything seems easy when you talk about driving. I was lucky enough to have a father who helped me a lot and gave me lots of advice. And the best thing was to let myself go and find the limit of the car.

Do you think your success can be explained by the talent or hard work you've put in to progress? Some people are more gifted than others. It's the same in soccer. The first day I drove a go-kart, I smiled (his eyes sparkle). And I haven't stopped since. The helmet (he mimes putting it on), I didn't take it off all day. I knew it was what I wanted to do.

This winter, you went GT racing with your father. Can't you stop stop driving? It's my passion. I also love the simulator. It's important because by changing cars all the time, you can adapt more quickly to the changes in F1. I need to try things out; I always need to improve. And I love making a car go faster (he smiles).

Alain Prost confided to us that his last year in F1, in 1993, was a very tense one, when he was favourite for the title with the best car in the field. Now, for your fourth title, you find yourself in a similar situation. How do you see this season? I'm not asking myself that question. If I don't win, I look for the reason why. Is it my fault? Then I'll correct the mistake. It's not my fault, so I'm going to help the team improve our performance. You can never win it all.

Is that why your duel with Lewis Hamilton in 2021 will surely go down as one of the greatest seasons in Formula 1 history? I know you're not going to agree with me (he smiles). But, in my eyes, the best was last year. People saw it as a one-sided domination, but you don't measure the degree of involvement of every member of the team in achieving this amazing result (21 wins out of a possible 22 for Red Bull, 19 for Verstappen). It's something I'm very proud of. It must have seemed boring to some people, but I don't care (his hands make a helpless gesture). I'm here to judge my performance and that of the team. And 2023 was the best season ever. The 2021 season doesn't even come close.

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#max verstappen #f1 #interview #2024

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lazyneonrabbitt · 3 months

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Unconventional couples and their necessary assistance spells: Inked Sigils.

Werewolf!Daryl Dixon x Witch!Reader SMUT 🔞

Fate brought you together, spells finally brought you family.

"G'ahh fuck it hurts.." Your pained voice dragged throughout the cabin.

"Quit yer squirmin', ya got this." Daryl's stern voice made a point, you had to pull through and that last move almost hurt you more than both of you would have liked. His rough hands held your body in place as he spoke encouraging words. "Yer so strong."

You sniffled and hiccupped through the hurt. "Daryl, I can't.." Your eyes went from his worried ones to the blood covered sheets you laid on, your body bare in front of your lover.

"Yer gonna pull through, know it hurts ya but yer gonna be happy later." His hand moved back to your lower belly, rubbing soothing circles against the skin before whispering a soft 'sorry'and returning to his previous actions.

He took the large needle from the bowl next to him. The liquid it was drenched in a combination of yours and his blood mixed with different kinds of herbs and ingredients that held magical properties when combined.

His large hand held your skin taut as he started carefully copying the design from the spellbook that laid beside him.

You two had found each other by accident, both spotting that same cabin and hoping to call it home. Both having nowhere else to go and noone to go to, you decided to share and see how it'd go. You could both feel the others' ties to the moon and felt that the mutual connection helped you in becoming friendly. Starting with him keeping you safe from the dead as you performed a full moon cleansing ritual, and you cooking up some remedies to sundue the pains of changing shape under that same moon and rubbed ground up healing herbs onto his wounds whenever healing them on his own took too much energy.

It wasn't long before you were sharing a bed together during the nights, and a nest under the full moon, cuddled up in furs and pelts.

You sat down to discuss something which neither of you had disclosed details of. But as it turned out you had the same plan. You wanted a child with the other.

But that proved to be more of a challenge than you had expected it to be as many moons had passed and you still weren't carrying his offspring. No matter what lycantrophic full moon rituals you performed or fertility spells you put both you and Daryl under, nothing seemed to work.

It broke your spirit to disappoint your lover like this, to be unable to give him what he desired. But it broke his heart even more to find the bed empty when he awoke at night, seeing you huddled up at the fireplace, surrounded by piles upon piles of books and scrolls that maybe held the answer to your troubles.

Even when he had held you close night after night whispering it wasn't bothering him and he still loved you just as much you wouldn't give up.

And then you stumbled on the ritual you were currently performing. From a book you had shoved aside time and time again because it had this strange vibe around it.

You sat down with Daryl to look the ritual over and both agreed to try and to not quit halfway through.

With each prick of the drenched needle you felt the spell binding to your organs. The book spoke of pain but you never expected it to be this bad..

Breathing heavy and biting down on an old rag you tried to focus on the future and distract yourself from the hurt for as long as Daryl needed to finish the sigil on your lower stomach.

He watched you struggle to stay outstretched, your body practically begging to curl up and hide. The words he kept repeating to you like a calming mantra seemed to help just enough to sit through the remaining time without needing another break.

The sigil was done, the unfamiliar surge you felt made that clear enough and you let out a sigh of relief, knowing this torture was over.

He took the utmost care with cleaning up any mess and making sure you were comfortable the whole time but not liking the dark veins spreading from the fresh sigil and seemed to disappear deep into your body.

By the second your skin was cleared of any residue you snatched the book to refresh your memory of the next step. Inspecting the pages you hummed at the simplicity of the next step. "Says we fuck now," you state simply. "When the initial discomfort of placing the sigil is over, you body is prepared to carry offspring of whichever lifeform you lay with." Quoting the page's words to your partnerwho was setting the bowl and needle aside.

"Ya sure that discomfort's gone? I know yer excited but--" His question was interrupted by you frantically grabbing for the basket of bloody rags and hurling, emptying your stomach into it.

Tears falling as you curled into yourself and shrieked in pain.

Daryl was on you in seconds trying to find the source of your discomfort as you cried in his arms. His free hand ran over the book to read over the spell once again, but it said nothing about this much pain after the sigil placement. All it did was give a general pain warning at the start.

"M'okay. P.. promise." Steadying your breaths took a moment but you fought through the pain. He laid you down to get some water when he stopped dead in his tracks.

Daryl sensed a shift in the air. Your scent was changing. A fast, drastic change that almost forced him to shift right where he stood. All he could do was breathe in the scent of a female wolf begging to be bred and he could feel his human shape starting to give way as his nails formed into claws and a growl slipped past large fangs.

He dropped to his knees as the change washed over him and resisting you became even harder.

You noticed him shift and gathered the strength to look over, only to find staring at you like a piece of meat, pawing at his hard cock.

You wrote his behavior off as a side effect of the spell, and with no time to prepare, gave him the okay as most of the pains had faded to just a dull ache.

"S'okay.." You gave him the most genuine smile you could manage and braced yourself for the claws you expected to tear into you like the last time he was this feral.

But the claws never came.

They placed beside you as he hovered over you and took his time working himself into you with slow thrusts untill he had his ready swollen knot pressed against your spread lips.

He lapped at your tears until he felt the soft press of your hips against his, and set off at a less calm pace.

With each of his thrusts you felt the stab of the sigil deep inside of you and begged it was a good sign. Daryl's large paw reached to rest on your stomach and you feared for pain that never came. Yoir skin had healed over so you went back to focusing on the delicious drag of Daryl's large member against your walls and the pad of his finger that had found yoir clit. He could feel your discomfort and tried to finish as quickly as possible, rubbing at your sensitive nub to get you off and squeeze around his cock to help him over the edge too. It took him only a few more thrusts before he started lapping at your back and thrusted hard into you, locking his knot inside and filling you with his seed.

His cum burned hot against your walls, feeling him empty himself inside of your womb and leaving you with a slight swell after he had calmed and laid down with you.

Daryl still wasn't sure how he felt about you going through all this pain, but all he could do was hold you close and make sure you were comfortable. Your back was pressed against his and his large frame curled adound you. One paw rested underneafh his head while the other one reached out to take your hand in his and rest them together over your stomach, silently praying to the moon he shared so many nights with, to let this pain be worth it in the end.

Only when he was entirely certain you were fully asleep he reached for the book again. There were no further steps or notes for the spell. They were done so all there was to it now was wait for signs of it taking.

Somewhere during the night he shifted back into his human form and covered you both in a large blanket and sleep some more. He had made sure to stock up on food so there was no need to leave your side, so he wouldn't unless you'd ask him.

The next day Daryl was in what you had started to refer to as 'guard dog mode'. Wether in his human form or not he'd hover around you, sniffing around for any changes and looking for any discomforts to the point of you smacking him on the forehead with the soup spoon. "Daryl." Your whole demeanor still groggy from yesterday. "Eat your deer at least three feet away from me please." You were seated next to the fireplace to stay nice and warm while you recovered, and Daryl was next to you as he was roasting deer over the fire that heated your soup earlier.

With a grumble he moved aside, looking likr a defeated child at the other end of the decorative rug gou salvaged soon after you officially started living together.

"Oh come on. Don't sulk like that, baby." If he'd be in his shifted form right now he'd be giving you huge puppy eyes and soft whines. "Jus' wanna touch ya." He spoke quietly, reminding you of fhe one thinv he'd tell you every single time he bred you. "First fourty-eight hours are important fer our kind."

He was right. You were closing in on the twenty-four hour mark and he still hadn't sensed a change in your scent. Maybe this spell didn't work either. Maybe witches and werewolves just weren't meant to mix.

He noticed the change in your posture and glanced over, quickly understanding what was going on. Again.

Every try, without fail you'd become discouraged after the first day of Daryl not telling your scent changed.

"Ya still got time." He reached out his hand, hoping you'd accept it. He'd also hoped his prayers were heard last night and everything was just setting in slow.

You saw Daryl's outstretched hand and placed yours on top of it, giving him a soft smile before skillfully lifting your bowl of soup and slurping up the last bit.

"I believe you, Dee." You squeezed his hand in yours. "It's just my head being loud, I shouldn't listen to it." Shaking your head at yourself you set down your bowl and rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling and then back at Daryl who was still gnawing the last bits of meat off a piece of bone.

"Wha'cha want?" He looked at you on the floor with a brow raised in question.

"Maybe we should just pluck a feral dog off the street and keep it." You looked at him in the corner of your eye, waiting for a reaction but he gave none besides a huff of disbelief.

"What?" You laugh as you roll onto your side. "A cute German Sheperd. Or maybe some kind of terrier if those are even still around?" You kept your eyes on his and shrugged. "Would be cute."

He rolled his eyes at you and let out a breathy laugh as he accused you of messing with your soup and that being the reason for your stupid ideas.

"Or maybe I'm trying to stay in a maternal mindset. Who knows what emotions do to bodily spells."

Neither of you had any idea about it. You tried this one out of pure desperation because honestly you were tired of failing.

"Ya think goin' for 'nother round's gonna up the chance?"

You gave it a thought and shrugged, sitting up and moving over to him. "At least it'll kill some time and help us fall asleep."

Daryl tossed the bone near your bowl and laid down on his back, watching as you straddled his hips and rubbed yourself on his clothed cock. A pleased hum escaped his lips as his grabbed at the hem of his pants and shoved them down when you lifted your hips to adjust your position.

"Eager are we?" He mused with his hands now on your hips, underneath the soft fabric of your robe that you wore with nothing underneath. He guided your hips at a slow pace as you felt him getting harder with every stroke until you felt he was slicked up enough to press into you. With one smooth motion he was all the way inside of you.

You needed a second to adjust but quickly set a steady pace riding him with your hands on his chest for balance.

You kept note of his sounds as you selfishly chased your own high, not needing long before toppling over the edge and squeezing your walls around his length and making him groan. His hands moved up to hold you steady as he set a brutal pace to finish himself off as well.

He had stilled for a moment before you noticed he was still just as hard as before and experimentally wiggled your hips again, leaning down to kiss him as you lifted yourself off him only to sink down again.

He let out a deep moan as you sank down on his still sensitive cock and grabbed a hold of you to keep your head next to his. "Yer really into it tonight, huh." You felt a grin form against the shell of your ear as he spoke, his hands again sneaking his way to your hips and grabbing them in a bruising hold. "Looks like you are too, baby." If you had to go off the grip on your hips he wasn't gonna go easy on you. He had lifted you ever so slightly to get the right angle and rut into you from below at a harsh pace, having you moaning into the crook of his neck. He hit that spot inside of you with every skilled thrust and had you coming around his cock once, twice before he spilled deep inside you for a second time.

You both needed a moment to breathe before either could even speak.

"Wanna go slow before bed?" Daryl's gruff voice wondered with a soft roll of his hips to accentuate the question.

"Hmhm.. yeah." You lifted your upper body off his to lazily roll your hips against his, enjoying the feeling of him inside you.

Daryl met your hips with his each time, admiring your figure above him.

You followed the movements of his hands as they undid the bindings on your robe and letting it fall open at your sides so he could admire your beautiful body.

His gaze fell onto the sigil still visible on your body and wondering if it'd fade after the pup was born.

He imagined you eight weeks from now, nice and round, the sigil following the curve of your belly as you laid resting in the nest he had built for you.

His lazy thrusts kept up a nice rythm along with yours, soft breaths leaving you both as you enjoyed the closeness. There was no need to finish anytime soon, and you could just as wel keep up the soft rythm until you both got muscle cramps and then go to sleep.

Which is exactly what you did. Your legs were the first to give out with a tired huff and a fit of giggles while Daryl's hips kept going for a bit after, letting you sit on his as he rolled his hips a few more times before stilling.

"Sleep?"

"Sleep."

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After cleaning yourselves up Daryl took you in his arms and led you to bed, peppering you with kisses as he tucked you in so he could go put the fire down to just a smolder before disappearing underneath the blankets as well. As he laid next to your sleeping frame he couldn't help but sniff at you, just to see.

He sniffed once, twice and he could swear you smelled different than before.

As careful as he could be he lifted the blankets to get more access and he was sure now. Inside of his mind he howled in celebration.

He had only one problem. You were in deep sleep already, and waking you has proven time and time again to be something very dangerous.

He'd tell you in the morning.

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You rose with the sun, as any other day. But today Daryl woke with you.

"What's got you awake so early, baby? Bad sleep?" You were already brewing yourself tea when he came up behind you, hugging you close with his hands protectively over your lower stomach.

"Words, Daryl." Your free hand reaches up to scratch his scalp, earning you a soft hum before he spoke.

"Congrats, momma."

With one hand he took the cup from your hands and with the other he turned you around, revealing the smile he had been unable to hide.

You didn't even have time to question him before his lips were on yours, giving you the most love filled kisses you'd ever gotten.

Whwn he stopped to take a breath you could have sworn there were tears in his eyes and everything suddenly clicked in your hazy morning brain.

"Holy shit." Wide eyes stared up at Daryl's bright blue ones. "For real? It worked?" Your voice got more excited with every word and Daryl happily nodded his head. "Yeah it did." He laughs as he pulls you into a giant bear hug, lifting you off the ground before placing you down again. With your body released from his grasp your hands flew to the large shirt you wore, lifting up the hem all.the way to tuck it under your chin as you looked down like you were expecting to see change already.

Of course you knew you wouldn't see anything on the outside for another few weeks, but still you stared. Daryl had sniffed it out when he woke up so it had to have worked. There was a tiny little being growing inside of you.

The two of you celebrated in your own way. Spending all day curled up in each other's embrace and preparing a feast for dinner before spending the evening in front of the fireplace, talking about all kinds of nothing until sleep took you both.

You felt rested the next day. Happy and confident you wouldn't turn into a puddle of doom and gloom, as Daryl called it before he left to hunt.

With him out of the cabin for at least a few hours you decided to clean up, get your dried herbs in the correct jars and plan which ones to plant next.

You hung some pelts out on the porch to air and fluffed up the bed.

The fireplace got cleaned out too and got new firewood in it and Daryl's nest was properly arranged again as well.

You stood and stared at it, letting your mind wander to his large beast form holding you close as your little furry half wolf pup slept in your arms. That was the life, gou were so ready for this and couldn't help but want to throw the whole place around and pup-proof your home.

But Daryl would probably curse you out if he found you doing any lifting at all. So you stuck to rearranging your little kitchenette.

You were cleaning off the suncatcher Daryl had gifted you when you spotted his figure appear from the woods.

A wave let you know he had spotted you as well as he made his way back to the house.

He had caught some smaller animals, bringing his catch inside to proudly show off and going back out to prep them.

"Hey, Dee?" He looked up from where he sat on the porch, chewing on what you guessed was raw meat.

"Can you cut up that squirrel for me? I wanna add some meat to the soup."

"Tha' one?" He pointed the knife at the one he was currently gutting, and continued his job when you confirmed.

"Thankyou, love." You stepped up to him and kissed his head and took his pack off fhe floor and took it inside.

He had been so kind to look out for any edible greens that grew near the farmland not too far off, so now you had greens to add to your currently still very bland soup.

Daryl made sure his work was done before losing daylight, bringing you your requested meat and prepping the rest for later.

After dinner you took the aired out pelts back inside and added them back to the bed and nest and spending another evening huddled up together.

Time passed slow now that you were waiting for your belly to show, but today was herbal remedies day for Daryl. The full moon was coming up and it never stopped affecting him negatively.

After the first two moons being miserable for him you decided to brew him something special. It was a tryout the first time, giving him a slightly different blend of herbal tea each night of the moon and letting him decide which one worked best.

On the third full moon cycle your remedy was close to perfect and even though he hated the taste he didn't want to go without your remedy ever again.

You had a pot of water over the open fire to boil before you put the sachel of herbs in it and let it simmer for a bit while you ate dinner.

"After all them years ya still haven't tried ta make it somewhat tasty." The grimace on Daryl's face was never one you wanted to miss. You'd apologise every time but all the tastiest herbs would screw with the effectiveness of the brew. "Medicine is never tasty, love." You gave him am apologetic smile and took the cup from him as he got ready to head out to the woods for the night.

You'd always sleep with the curtains open on these nights. You knew he'd sometimes returned to the porch and wanted to see you.

Three days went like this each month. When the moon was gone again Daryl came back, rested a lot and after dinner he'd drink his herbal medicine and set off again a little later.

After the full moon nights passed you'd let your lover sleep for a full day while you cooked up a nice meaty stew for when he woke up. He was always so hungry.

But so were you now, so that stew was a welcome meal that you now decided to make more often. You thought of suggesting keeping a forever stew going during your pregnancy since you ate so much more now.

A soft groan came from behind you as Daryl woke up from his day and a half long slumber, sniffing the air and humming happily. "Ya always spoil me, lil' witch."

Sharing a nice meal as first thing after waking up was important to Daryl, and now even more as he took only one bowl of stew and had you laid against his chest. Two spoons in the bowl of stew as Daryl sat down in the nest with his back against the wall and pulling your back flush against him.

Was it the most convenient way to eat? Not really, but it worked out and any time spent cuddled up with your partner was time spent well.

As time passed you shared the little celebrations of your favorite pair of trousers not closing anymore, your old sports bra no longer fitting nkcely and eventually your belly showing through the loose, flowy dresses.

It was getting more difficult for Daryl to keep his hands off you, almost begging for you to walk around in sweats and a cropped shirt of his so he had easy access to rub your belly and feel the pup kick.

The last full moon before your due date was only a few days before it and Daryl had stated multiple times he'd prefer to stay home, hide from the moon and stay human. He tried once before when suffering from a bad case of food poisoning and being too weak to shift properly and it took a toll on his mental health. All the way to the point of you feeding him a mixture of herbs that forced him to shift and sent him away to get his head sorted. You couldn't do that ever again.

He had reluctantly taken your remedy and left, but staying close to the cabin.

His howls were clear enough to know he had barely gone past the tree line and sure enough you spotted a moving figure on your porch not long after.

Daryl barely left the porch those three nights. He'd go out, change, eat and come back to sleep on the porch in case you'd need him. Even his day long sleep was cut short.

"Cuz I slept a lot the last nights" was his argument, but you knew he wanted to be awake in case your labor came early. "Werepups are unpredictable." He'd say.

You were convinced Daryl was more worried than you were when your due day came and went with nothing more than a few strong kicks. He had barely left your side that day, on you any time you felt a kick. You tried to sleep as much as possible, making sure to keep up your food intake and drinking enough during the day and spent all your time huddled next to the fire, at the edge of the nest that had been thoroughly prepared for the pups.

Another day and a half had passed, the sun now high above the cabin as the pains had gone from kicks to full contractions.

Daryl had you laid out on an old blanket within seconds and was fumbling through your jars of herbs with no knowledge of even what to look for. "Which one's the painkiller again?" He held up different jars hoping to make sense of the labels but all of them just held names, not uses. He was clueless and it sucked.

"Babe, it's in the rack next to the fireplace." You couldn't help but laugh at his panic in between pains. "Don't need it yet. Just put the water back on the flame so it heats up."

You would have done it yourself but you knew Daryl was gonna snap at you doing anything besides laying down and breathe.

It was night by the time you were taking your painkillers, the only source of light being the fireplace and some candles as you worked hard to push your pup out.

Daryl was so supportive, following any and all snappy order you threw his way and had his hands in any and all needed places like second nature. The soothing salve you had made tingled at his fingertips as he rubbed it over your belly with the most gentle movements.

With his help and your brewed works your pup was born without complications. But you weren't given much of a breather as the second pup followed quickly after. By the time both were born the sun just peeked above the horizon.

You tiredly stared at Daryl while he cleaned the pup's fur before placing her next to her brother on your chest.

Your eyes kept going from your pups that were quietly nursing, to your loving partner who was cleaning up and lovingly staring at you in between actions. You had been gently moved off the now soaked blanket and onto clean furs so the old ones could be taken out. You and the pups should be comfortable, nothing else mattered.

You were slowly dozing off by the time Daryl had come back inside taking a bowl of stew for himself, but not without offering you some as well. "To keep yer strength up."

You managed to get a few bites in your system before eating became too much of an effort and all you wanted was sleep.

Daryl was all too excited to come lay down next to you and take the pups into his arms.

He had chosen to rest in his shifted form to keep you and the pups warm, making sure to give you an extra blanket to cover your nude form.

That night he barely slept. His gaze focused on the steady rise and fall of your chest and the pups' occasional squirming.

He thought he had found true happines when fate brought you two together. But being here now, curled around the love of his life and his children he felt like he finally had everything he could ever wish for.

Well, that was untill after the pups had grown a bit and you were looking back on the rough path you had to take to get them.

"You know," strips of meat hung off your fingers for your pups to snatch away. "I'd be happy to do it all over again, with you by my side."

A/N: okay I tried to find any tattoo pic that wasn't skinny white girl, but this was the closest I got after millions of tramp stamps, pierced belly buttons and ugly designs.

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𖤐ྀ࿐-ˊˎepilogue!ellie x afab!reader

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designated song: red flags and long nights - she wants revenge 𖤐ྀ an: first fic i ever published so idk what im doing but im doing it! i kinda just farted out an idea and then it blossomed into a fic over the course of a couple days so hopefully it lives up to its full power cause i fr inhaled this thing 6+ hours a day and totally not with a thesaurus at hand im definitely a natural wordsmith (i like my sht detaileddd) pls lmk what you think cuz i will be writing more stuff cuz i am so done with character DAWT ai fr.

⋆࿔･ cw: NSFW 18+, MDNI! >> friends to lovers, takes place after tlou2 ending, detailed but tried to be as natural as possible, proofread enough, ellie loves to joke around, hella cursing, fingering (receiving + giving), oral (receiving), stimulation of nipples, lots of foreplay, petnames (babe, pretty girl), slight overstimulation. ✧༺♥༻∞ synopsis: you met ellie a week after she sent farewells to jackson and her farmhouse, locking away the love she embodied for dina and set forth a journey towards a fresh horizon. furthermore, you joined her on this trip after running into her in an abandoned hospital, which at first things weren't so friendly and rather condemned you to gun-point but regardless it resolved eventually. the original plans she had her mind latched on were demolished since you mentioned your living situation. you live in a community not bound to FEDRA or any other titled organizations, only an ankle-straining expedition away from wyoming. one of these nights weeks after you met, you're sunken into a makeshift bed in the cruel wilderness underneath the ivory moon, it's lunar lights absorbing into the exposed skin on your arms. moonbathing, essentially. ellie's present too, but if she engages in a chat, where might it lead you? ⊱ ───────────────── {.⋅ 𖤐 ⋅.} ──────────────── ⊰

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Mind oscillating on a path through notions not tended to at daylight, imagination running amok, fueling a creative craving that often returns at moonrise when most dangers, mostly most, are kept at bay and you at harbor and reeling you back into your delusions. Well, scenarios just happen to spark out of the void in your cranium, especially when there's a woody auburn head to your right. Ellie's back lined by the cut of her tank top is giving your eyes a warm greeting, a film of drying sweat cloaking the skin on her shoulders fortunately so the celestial body above reflects its light perfectly off it. Her back flexes slightly as her hands are occupied with the doodles and entries beckoning to go from head to paper. She wrote quite often on your trip, whether it be graffiti, a landmark, personal thoughts or just some notes contingent on the route and journey ahead. The faint noise of non-stop scribbling had your mind tilting towards the fact that it was probably some emotional dumping or intense art session, so you'd rather not bother her. You both had a tight and steadfast bond regardless if the initial meeting was at best a month ago. Why was it taking an age to reach home? If it wasn't for the fury of infected hordes on a fucking crusade through the country and bandits seeking trouble constantly, you'd be there.

Brushing all these thoughts off, you pushed your back into the cold tree trunk behind you, molding into the space between your shoulder blades nicely and tucking your knees up to your chest. You pulled a fine-tip Sharpie from your supply bag's netted pocket and just tugged the cap off immediately. The tip surged with a night black ink, seeping into the flesh of your knee as you scratched in a little art piece. Imagination caught you at the right time.

The noise of a book wafting closed perks your eyes over to Ellie spinning on her knee in a circle to face you. You glanced back and forth at your knee and her approaching you. Her hair illuminated a bronze auburn in the inferno of the campfire.

"Still not asleep?" Ellie questions in a low throaty tone, a voice that settles itself in your ears and invites a smile to your lips unintentionally.

You mused at her until she claimed a spot on the foliaged earth surrounding the brink of the tree you call your natural headboard, blinking your sights forward on your knees again and speaking, "Sleep is barely possible in this world," a remark that slips past the threshold of your lips often, "Dunno if you noticed, but I'm never asleep before sunrise." you add.

Ellie rebounds with a chuckle and raises her brows, "Good point," she tilts her head idly. "What's that on your knee?" She nudges the air with her chin, referring to the ink doodle gracing your knee.

"Oh, boredom." You reply vaguely with a smile, returning your sight onto her and observing her freckled face longingly.

Ellie sucks her lips inwards, running her tongue from one corner to the other while nodding ponderously. Her teeth pinned down her bottom lip, akin to poking a soft cushion and curling into a smirk. "Well," Her lips parted. "Got an extra pen?"

Her asking enticed a smile on your face, cheeks jerked up by a thread, "A-huh" You hum with your mouth ajar, fingers pursuing the bigger pocket of your bag to scrounge up another pen. Eventually, you slide another Sharpie out between your fingers, holding it like a blunt to Ellie.

She grasps it gently, biting the cap off and settles it between her pretty pink lips before blowing it off into the patch of grass.

"Uh, You better not lose that cap!" You reacted swiftly, furrowing your brows in a playful sourness.

She draws the air through her teeth, "Too late."

You purse and wiggle your own lips but eventually a smirk flexes back and replaces it.

Ellie merely synchronizes a smirk back prior to inching her face near your thigh, poking the pens tip on your plush skin. Her large palm conceals whatever the hell she's sketching.

Suddenly, the pen moves in a certain pattern and a hint illuminates in your head, "I swear if it's-" You are cut off by Ellie's hand moving to reveal just what it is and your assumptions redeem truth. "Boobs.." Your eyelids peel back, staring at a pair of cartoony breasts plastered on your skin.

"Whaaat? Not appreciative of my artwork?" She curved her words, embarking on a playful tone.

"That's kinda gay." You spat back, jabbing your index finger into the firmness of her bicep which made her balance waver sideways.

Ellie played along with an offended visage, "Uhh, I know you're not talking!" She indeed bites back.

"Uhh, well I am talking!" You counter and shimmy your tongue a bit and lodged it between your lips as you taunted her.

Ellie just laughs you off and immediately starts drawing again, learning your lesson you tug your thigh away from her usage. You jeer, "Nuh uh! You're gonna draw a dick or something!"

Her tone recedes and reduces down to a calm one, that familiarly husky one sweetening the space and thrumming into your eardrums, "I won't, I promise."

A quiet brow teeters on your skin, expressing your doubt but nonetheless you lend your thigh again as her canvas and slyly relax it against her leg.

Ellie smoothly returns pen in hand, her other hand snaking over your thigh and resting her three fingers on the squishy padding of your inner thigh. She honed in on this sketch, laser focused as the pen glides over your skin.

This rockets your fragile coolness into the forest of stars above and dilated blood blooming across your cheeks. Ellie may have appeared a tinge bit flirty this past week, but not this quickly did the aura embracing both of them turn so love infested. The pads of her fingertips were coarse yet melded with your skin warmly. The way your mind delved into thought from this plain touching electrified your heart, igniting something abdominal and a fluttering ache in your hips.

"And.. there." Ellie mumbles from her throat, voice a bit hoarse and stuffy. Her dominant hand retreats without the one clasping your thigh gently, twining it gently with pressure to reveal her sketch. It was a moth, unlike the ones etched into her journal time and time again. Details were revived in it and just looked so lovely on your bare thigh.

"Wow, another moth?" You tease her with a shoulder bump to which she reels back onto the scaly tree and smiles widely cheek to cheek fashioning those signature dimples to peek. You swore a color akin to red jasper trickled across her midface.

"Shut up.." Ellie sheepishly pushes her lips together in attempts to halt a smirk but her cheeks falter and perk up, a cute sight to you and humiliation to herself.

You patch up her embarrassment with an excuse, "It's nice, though. Like.. tattoo-worthy."

Ellie chuckles in response and relaxes her eyes onto your visage momentarily, darting a glimpse repetitively at her left hand that laid solemnly against the crevice of your thigh and hip. She stutters, "S-Shit, shit, sorry." a calm tone masked the nervous lump in her throat and she swiped her hand away.

You couldn't help but feel that tension in your neck mutually, clogging your chance of saying 'it's fine' so you simply descend your head and giggle behind closed lips.

Sweat coated her forehead thinly, invoking an attractive amber glow on it brought by the flame crackling in front of you.

Ellie's husky voice sauntered to your ears, "So, does that mean.. you'd get that tattooed?" She resumes the statement you added earlier.

You blow raspberries, "Yeah, not gonna lie. You're fuckin' talented." You firmly assure her.

Her eyes perk up and so do the corners of her lips, irises painted with a color akin to the wings of a lunar moth casting onto yours, noticing luminous rings of orange light wrapping her pupils.

At that moment, you wish you could just admit 'and you're really pretty' but your stomachs sunken in on itself, reeling your heart and throat along with it. The assumption that pouring your heart out might result in Ellie fleeing this trip, rotting your body with the pestilence of rejection and would be too poisonous to bear.

"Wish I could still play guitar right now," Ellie soothes the silence, craning her neck and hangs her head low huddled to her chest. "Y'know?" Her head oscillates to gaze at you.

"I would've loved to hear that." you reply, a comforting hand advancing to the back of Ellie's neck.

"One day- I wanna at least try singing."

"What's stopping you now?"

Ellie raises her palm upwards in defense, "There's no instrumental backing it though!" her voice raises in a falsetto.

"Guess the sounds of wind and fire sparking isn't ideal." You get her point, "Ey' I'll just.. beat this stick on a rock," a stray branch enlightens you. "Nature's drum."

"Tch-" Ellie spits air from her teeth. "You're silly."

"You're silly." You emphasize.

"Right, I am, wanna hear a joke?" Her body tosses onto her hip to face you, twisting one leg more open and the other bearing against the tree root lump under her.

"What's with the jokes this week, Ellie?" you reminisce on the flurry of puns Ellie just had the itch to entertain you with this week specifically.

"Okay fine then, I'll part with the jokes!"

"That's not what I meant, I just bear some curiosity." you plea your context. "You seem more open compared to our first week together. You swore you wouldn't trust a stranger."

Ellie huffed out a hefty lot of wind, "Umm…" She became fiddly and lingered her pause, "I just found.. comfort, in your presence." the aura clouded in her eyes shifts to a darker one, "You're literally the only person I can be with after months of fucking isolation, the one person that I haven't.." Her rambling stumbles into a halt.

Wind rustles the branches above and around you, only a faint noise filling the lack of words.

"You don't have to explain-"

"Hurt." Ellie concludes.

You explore her void expression, eyes duller than the seconds before delving into this conversation. She's been bottling shit within, clearly. "I understand," you nod, the hand you laid upon the warm skin of her back returning and caressing a circle. "Do you wanna talk about it?" you offer.

"Nah, uh- don't wanna spend my time.. remembering, right now." Ellie reverts to sitting on her bottom.

You respectfully let her words settle in open space for a moment before speaking, "Still wanna tell me that joke?"

Ellie lightens up instantly, dimples convex in her cheeks as a smile is puppeteered on her luscious pink lips and baring teeth. She swipes her tongue between them before indulging, "What's the downside to eating a clock?" Her cheeky smile remains.

"Mmm… what?" you hum curiously.

"It's time consuming."

You compressed your lips tightly, a rumbling chortle bubbling within your esophagus.

"Yeah, yeah- I'm hilarious." Ellie humbles herself in tone.

"Uhuh, totally." You forced some air through lips locked tighter than a top-secret chamber causing an intense vibrating buzz to rattle your skull.

"Don't lie, you love it." Ellie tilts her head, the auburn bang like a crest to the side of her face now hanging just where it tickled the apex of her nose.

Your right index finger, bearing a will of its own, swoops in to hook this bang behind the conch of her ear, tucking it away from her eyes with the pad of your fingertip.

Ellie pores her sight over the structure of your face, exposing you like an open book. The way her green rings enveloped you felt different, like she was contemplating a daring decision. Her eyes falter only once but capture contact again, such a gaze soft and charming is born upon her eyelids.

"Ellie?" you utter softly.

The subtle touch of Ellie's fingertips cradling your head were the only thing you registered before a pillowy flesh was aligned upon your lips, suckling at your supple bottom lip and challenging the balance of your neck with the way she smashed into you. Her hand advanced to your cheeks, cupping them tenderly yet palms pushing down with friction, lips smoothing over yours multiple times and reluctant to separate as they felt practically welded and magnetically attracted.

"Mmph.." Her peachy cheeks graced yours and passed along a radiating heat. Catharsis possessed the ebb and flow of passion bursting at the seams of your swelling heart and that same infernal ache of your pelvis siphoning off your hidden lust.

"Fuck," Ellie utters a curse below her breath, shambling away from your space only to be interrupted by your eager fingers clawing into her collar and jerking her closer.

"That wasn't a mistake." You assure her in a promising tone, a solace hand cusping the concave valley under her jaw and fingertips converging with the groove behind her earlobes.

Ellie's expression lush with turmoil slowly contorts into a smirk, nasal lines and dimples beautifully indenting around her wide smile. A husky mumble, "Should I stop?" thrumms into your ears. Her eyes scan you for an answer.

"No." your breath hitches.

Ellie's hand takes harbor on the small of your back, nudging you towards the tarp tent a few feet before you.

Your body senses the hint and takes you beneath this dense blue tarp where Ellie attempts to slumber, but now its intended purpose has fizzled away beneath this lust-drunk haze. Your back sinks into the foliaged bedding with a few flannel blankets splayed across it. Ellie scales above your body and casts a shadow of her own that cascades over you. Her fern green irises fixate on yours, embers of excitement caper within the midst of your midriff, plucking and tugging at your heartstrings.

Ellie's raspy voice slithers into your ears, "I thought you wouldn't want this." Her pupils dart around to every edge of your face nervously.

"But, I do." your hand is an assurance on her shoulder, but the calf ascending over her lower back and dangling off her butt implies an abysmal desire.

Her eyes examine the situation with your leg for a split second, "What're you doing?" She mutters amid a crescent smirk pursing her coral lips.

You glance away promptly for a wink, "I said-"

Ellie's lips hush yours and sever them apart, tongue tipping the threshold and beckoning for yours to surface.

You indulge in the lovers tango with your tongues, lips smacking together as the air is siphoned from you. She suckles and bites down hungrily as seconds trickle past, feeling her fingernails etch their stamp on the flesh of your mid-back. She is so fucking enamored with you.

"I fuckin' need you.." you breathily grunt into the enclosed space betwixt you both, searing foreheads melding together and nose tips drifting over one another.

Ellie's eyes twitched half-closed, midface boiling red, mouth ajar and spilling out hot air, "Shit.." she moaned, fingering the fly of her jeans and fiddling with the zinc alloy rivet.

"What are you rushing for?" you tease in a coo.

"Shhh-shut up." She hushes onto your cupid's bow, pecking it with a tiny smack prior to elevating her torso upwards.

You ogle her toned slender bod as she slips off the ribbed white tank dabbled in sweat and crimson splotches, chucking it mindlessly against the overhead tarp causing a loud crinkle to thunder.

You panic with a laugh, "Oh m'god- shh!" and clasp her wrists to steady her arms, "That was so loud! Don't attract the clickers!" you nag at Ellie playfully.

"I wasn't!" She pleads.

"If clickers come charging up here cause of your-"

"Guns' in here babe." Ellie replied hoarsely.

"Oh, I'm your babe now?" you fakely bumble, slyly lurking a keen hand to her stoutly toned abdomen, eyes just now comprehending the reality that she was bra-clad to her upper body, damp humidity sticking to her beaten skin so perfectly you sensed yourself melting at the existence of it like there's goo in your skull instead of a brain.

Ellie affirms low and honeyed, "Yeah, a hundred percent m'babe." Her face creases into a slanted brazen smile.

Heeding her affirmation, your fingers advance down to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head leisurely and disclosing your skin openly for her. Your shyness had fractured and dissipated completely and was yearning for the mingling of her body with yours.

Ellie's jaw suspended slightly open and lip caving over her bottom teeth as she puffed a breathy chuckle. She was unarguably turned on by the notion of you bound by bareness.

"Fuck me." She utters breathless.

You regard her words before harshly hauling her torso back down, capturing your barren lips in a sloppy entanglement which only glosses over the true pleasure you ache for.

Ellie's hand detects that desire and traverses the map of your body before flattening on the destination of your inner-thigh just below the crevice of your crotch. She asks, "Can I?" softly against your neck, because consent is sexy.

"Mhm." You nod your head eagerly and straighten at the knees comfortably.

Her left hand pulls your fly back over the button, popping your jeans open with a smidge of panty fabric peeking already. Ellie teases the zippers tab with her fingernail and sluggishly separates the zippers teeth. She inclines back slightly to absorb the sight of both hands tucking into your jeans, rolling them down at a pace that tickles the microscopic hair on your thigh.

You wiggled your legs as she heaved them upwards, tugging your bunched up jeans bulking at your ankles, unintentionally your socks caught on and slipped off your toes.

"Don't toss them recklessly this time." you demand of her jokingly and chafe your thighs wantingly.

"Wasn't planning on it."

You watch her politely cast the fabrics aside, lunging carefully with both arms cradling your head as she swooped in to steal a quick kiss before dragging her lips across your chin, stranding a dozen pecks in her path until she craned over behind your ear and leaving a fresh trail of kisses along your neck.

Ellie's lips were defiant on departing anytime soon, she was pious to your body and had to worship it with the offering of lust. She only paused to carve a love-bite with her teeth and peppering up a dark mauve bruise.

"Did you just give me a hickey?"

"Uhuh~" her voice vibrates with a laugh. She perks up from your neck and gives you a once-over, "But that's not the only place I'll be sucking.."

You give her a baffled visual with brow lines furrowing until her thumb swipes repetitively over your clothed nipple and eliciting a voiceless moan from your strained throat.

"You're a freak, you're freaky." you jest.

"Maybe, but you love it."

"I do, I do.." you assure softly and smirk up at her, your hands soaring up to pull your bra over your head willingly.

"Well~" Ellie's pupils gawked at your bare breasts. "Excuse me madame!" She impersonates shock in a playful manner, but really, she was witnessing your chest in all present dimensions. Guess you could sum it up to her really liking your boobs.

"I didn't discard my bra for you to just ogle them." you point out.

"You're just needy." Her toothy smile appears while her slender fingers stream your sultry skin up to your chest, cupping the soft skin like a crescent moon and whispering, "But I like that."

"You like me."

"I do… I do." she repeated your phrase from earlier and crooked her pearly smile.

From here, her hair bore a radiance of honey color, the fires illumination outlining that handsome mullet you always deemed so attractive on her. Speckled skin that dotted her face and chest that appealed to you, a heavenly set of juniper eyes that read you like a poem. Every detail pertaining to her existence was the sole reason you felt attached to her like a magnet.

"Guess it's my turn?" Ellie's voice snapped you out of your lustful trance.

Mind fumbling, you furrow your brows and observe her hand movements. She crosses one arm over the other and tucks her fingers in the elastic band securing her bra, snaking it off her head to expose her chest.

"Ohh, and she plays fair?" You stifle a chuckle behind a spirited grin, curving your tone chromatically.

"What? Thought I'd leave you hanging?" She snorts in emphasis, an evidently immature joke about your boobs.

You release that chuckle, chest jittering as you force the air through a gritty laugh.

Ellie gives a satisfying once-over before ambling her face downwards towards your chest, etching a favored kiss into the plender gap of your neck, sewing a seam of nibbles and pecks along your sternum.

A rush of heat plasters your face, reddening your cheeks and undoubtedly lingering upon your spine. Wetness forms itself and drips beyond the crevice of your core and onto your panties.

"Mhh.. Ellie.." you purr barely past your lips.

She continues kissing the base of your sternum before her mouth takes a detour to your nipple, teasing a ring around it with the velvety skin of her lip. Her lips tenderly latch around the perky mound, suckling and lapping with her ticklish tongue.

You sample a whimper that entrances Ellie to intensify the ministrations upon your sensitive bud, and so she does, causing an extension of these whines to stumble from your throat.

"Need my fingers, pretty girl?" Ellie mumbles, hot breath soaking a humid film around the nipple her mouth played with and sloping her head sideways to gaze at you. Her tatted arm bends to place a gentle palm against your aching clothed slit.

Your clit stung of a fiery pleasure at the mere pressure her hand brought, jutting your pelvis against it unintentionally. You shudder, "N-Now.." and choke out, "yes…" wantingly.

Ellie obeys your word and tugs your panties down in a flash, gripping them tightly and pulling them off your legs without hesitation in sight. Her head partakes in burying itself in the crook of your neck, inscribing keen bites that narrowly distracted you from her two fingers rounding the perimeter of your slit, the perfect introduction.

You croak, "I've been thinking about this momen-"

"Shut up." Ellie hushes you verbally and with her fingers languidly pressing onto your clit, letting the sensitive bud wiggle between her fingertips and sparks a glimmer of pleasure through your pelvis.

"Fuck.." a subtle winded groan expels out of your very being.

Ellie's fingers began a circular motion, swirling the wetness around her fingertips and deliciously flexing her forearm slightly at each flick of her wrist.

You weave your fingers in her feathery auburn locks, poking your nose at the apex of her head that still positions itself at your neck as you gaze down to witness her handicraft, her literal handy-craft.

"I wonder.." Her voice inaudible, felt like a puff of air taunting your blazing skin as she guides her mouth back to your nipple, teething at it sensually to arouse you further beyond stability.

"Uhhnn.. fuckkk." You entangle the soundwaves stirring around you with your gratifying moan, inadvertently tensing your fluttery legs around Ellie's hips, to which she clasps your thigh with her unbound hand and pushes it down against the ticklish cloth.

"Stay open for me, hm- babe?" She asks in a honeyed manner, assuming you'll adhere to her words.

You open your legs further for her, absolutely enchanted by her being in control yet simultaneously so gentle with her words, only furthering the strikes of bliss corroding your senses when she quickens the roll of her digits, like she's fucking the literal sense out of you.

"Attagirl." Ellie's magnetic hum haunts your ears, dawdling in an echo inside your foggy brain. Her hasty touch lingers in tight circles against your clit for a diminutive moment until her willowy fingers cruise through your damp folds and dive into your sulking pussy, stretching you slightly and easily thanks to your wetness.

"Ohh my fuckin…" your elongated moan snags in your throat, choked up by the prompt filling of your core and spluttering of your speech, "god, Ellie.."

Without a hesitative hurdle in sight, Ellie idly pumps her fingers against your clenching walls, the slickness crowning around the base of her knuckles beautifully and enticing her ears to an arousing sound.

"Mhmm.." she vibrates against your neck prior to elevating her head to meet your puffy eyes, "S'wet for me, hmm?" her words slurred.

Your tongue couldn't articulate the words swimming through your sex-rot brain, the mere gauge of your opening was enough to hit right where you wanted and mist your brain up nicely.

The autumn bang dangling from her hairline tickled your forehead as she withers the space between your huddled faces, the tip of her nose wrinkling and bending as it pushes against your cheek as lips meet timely, fondling and smacking together in sloppy affection.

Ellie's fingers curve into you like a hook, searching for that delicate spot that'll render your faculties fried and abdomen throbbing for release. She prods it like a button, propelling numerous surges of ecstasy through your bottom.

A moan interrupts, "Just like tha- dn'stop.. dun.." you battle the knot in your throat and your pelvis, your entire body shuddering along with Ellie's aggressive pumping that rocked you.

"Don't worry babe, I'm not stopping." Her breath catches and quickens, beckoning that knot to snap in your core as her pace practically defies laws of motion.

"It feels… so-"

"I know, I know.." Ellie's voice buzzes in your ear.

Your walls tightened and convulsed around her, feeling every ridge of her fingers slip and slide inside of you.

"I'm c-cumm.." your voice altered into a strained, grit one, locking away your endless string of moans.

"Cum for me, babe, cum…" Ellie bit harshly on her lip in an attempt to contain the heaving of her breaths, bewitched by your state and keeping her forehead glued to yours.

Registering the green light Ellie gave you, your aching hips gave into the delightful knot and released a flurry of pleasure through your essence, igniting your skin and throbbing cunt. Your walls entrapped her digits inside, slowing her pace a bit as she didn't waver and carried on with her ministrations. Her fingers coated in that silky mess of you, dripping down your bottom from how much she had stuffed her fingers in and your pussy has brimmed past its limit.

"Good girl."

Ellie browsed your barren neck with her lenient kisses, the fingers inside you just now sliding out after a few moments of prolonged pleasure.

"Was I good?" Her husky voice crows out, curled smirk tickling the succulent flesh of your shoulder.

"So.. so.." your voice trickled through exhaustion, "fucking good." you chuckled.

Ellie syncs a laugh with you, shimmying away slowly from your body and licking her fingers clean of you, "Let me clean you up."

Your eyes condense on the tarp above you as Ellie slipped out of your linear sight, shuffling towards your pelvis that still ached from release. The stillness in the air is all your mind renders before you feel a shaggy presence between your legs, grasping the fact that her head has found a home between your thighs and the tip of her tongue swipes between your tumid folds.

"Ahh! El-elele..Ellie.." Your tongue sputters at the roof of your mouth, fingers grasping her dull tawny locks out of oversensitivity.

Ellie continues lapping hungrily at your soaked core, apex of her nose prodding at your clit lightly. Her arms wrap around your thighs and let her calloused hands dangle over them, leaving a delicious sight for you to see. Before you displayed the crown of her head nuzzled into your crotch, flushed skin and beads of sweat plummeting on her forehead. She suckled so gently on your clit a few times, strawberry lips smacking and puckering around the pampered bud like a lollipop.

"E-Ellie.." you giggled lightly, followed by a string of short whimpers.

She moved away from your heat, smirking. "There." she put firmly in a murmur, shutting your thighs and towering over your body, "You taste nice." she utters between a chuckle.

"Not sure if I needed to know that." you quip.

"Too bad." she replies and swoops in to present a kiss onto your lips.

Tension arises from this plain kiss and you push yourself onto your jello knees until you both are kneeling before each other.

"What're you doing babe?" Ellie's hoarse mumble traces your chin and entices a mischievous giggle from you.

Your fingers fumble with her halfway-open fly and inch the zipper of her jeans open. It peels open and allows your hand inside, lurking towards her clothed entrance.

"Oh, fuck.." Her eyes flicker in a blur, jaw left ajar, panting a humid veil onto your lips and inquiring, "You gonna do this?"

Her toughened hand glides across your upper arm, gripping your wrist loosely.

"I wanna do this, for you, babe." your saccharine tone sweetens her ears and excites her lower region in ways she never detected before.

"Well, I did say fuck me.." Ellie recalls her words from earlier, indulging a partly suppressed chuckle and beaming smile.

You both entwine lips whilst kneeling against each other's warm bodies, her hand pinning your chin between her thumb and index to angle your head perfectly for her. Your unoccupied hand slithers to the rim of her jeans and struggles to pull them down.

"Use both hands, dummy." she twits with a smug look.

"I didn't wanna move my other hand.." you reply with an eye roll, moving your hand out of her pants to remove them properly.

She shifts them off her ankles and resumes her focus onto you, sealing your lips once more with hers and slipping some playful tongue.

Your hand finds purchase on her stomach, plunging into her panties and flicking her clit with the tip of your finger to tempt her further.

"Oh God, don't tease me.." Ellie begs with a following whimper, circling her hips into your palm in dire lack of stimulation.

"I wasn't going to.." your words halt at an edge while your actions suture her desires, three fingers usher beyond her delicate folds and stuff her instantly.

"Fuck, babe.. fuhhck." Ellie groans out and feels her body falter, fumbling onto her butt and keeping herself at an angle with her elbows to the blanket.

You tucked your knees in and settled between her spread legs, hand still tucked into her panties which now peeled back slightly from the angle of your wrist. A sly thumb from your vacant hand brushes over her clit and rests there, drawing long circles whilst your idle fingers begin thrusting in and out.

Ellie's cheeks summon a rosy shade, those lovely eyes rotating to the back of her head in pure bliss as you pump your hand graciously.

"Your hand is ten times better than my own." she praises, dangling her head backwards to expose her neck just coaxing you to leave a love bite.

"Mhm?" you hum into her headspace before latching your mouth onto her warm neck, suckling like a vampire out for blood.

"Shit.. god damn.." Ellie heaved a hefty breath, embracing your body with her legs cloaking your hips.

You felt her claws dig into your back, infusing her lust with each grip and grinding her swollen pussy against your hand. Your fingers curl up and explore that spongy area she so desperately whined for.

"Nghh!" she pins her lip between her teeth harshly, face scrunching up in raw paradise and pleasure.

Your focal point is her g-spot, bouncing off of it practically faster than light itself. Her every expression was like an art piece to you, peppering it with sweet kisses regardless if your hands were sinister.

"Don't fuckin' stop, dont.. fuckin'.." she demands, letting her self loose in your hands.

Both your hands were coated with her stickiness, yielding it tricky to keep your fingers steady on her clit, but you managed, rushing her towards an explosive climax steadily approaching.

Soon enough, Ellie's jaw unhinged and released a mountain of moans, body shuddering vigorously as her orgasm lit an inferno of stimulation in her core. She clutched her chest close to yours as she rode this out and pulled you down with her. Her voice shatters the barrier of your ears, even surprising you a bit.

"How was that?" you ask sweetly, searching for clarity.

"I hope nobody heard that.." she jests, gazing up at you with weary eyes.

"I really heard that."

"Shh!" she jabs your bicep with a balled fist, embarrassed at your smart-assed-ness and flaring her nostrils.

You smack her arm back immaturely causing her to capture you in a tight bear hug, rolling around in the disheveled blankets as she tackled you with numerous kisses across your face and neck.

"I love you." she declares earnestly, finally wishing to hear you assert your feelings too.

Not a speck of doubt haunts your mind, "I love you too."

Ellie adorns a grin wider than any before, creasing her skin and denting those adorable cheeky dimples that made you fall head over heels for that smile. Her arm extends to cusp your face, admiring every blemish that painted your skin, even the ones you didn't like.

Your eyes brimmed with tears like a cup as you yawned, announcing your acute fatigue loudly.

"Oof, your breath." Ellie mimes a face of disgust, waving her hand in front of her nose.

"So not funny." you roll your eyes sarcastically and tumble out of the cuddle, sitting upright to grab your panties and other garments.

"Wait," Ellie shoots upright as well, bracing her palm around your wrist, "you'll sleep with me, right, babe?" She deciphers your reaction for confirmation.

Your solace hand assures her, "Yes, I just don't want to freeze to death by morning time."

"Well then, don't leave me waiting." She wriggled her roguish brows seductively at you and huddled over your shoulder, gaining a frisky shove from you so you could get dressed for goodness sake.

Ellie eyeballs you sliding your undergarments on, tracing every curve and roll of your captivating body, enthralling her completely in your mere existence and cleansing her very being.

"I know you're staring."

"I know that you know that I'm staring." she plays it off.

You stick your tongue out as you crawl into her barren arms, whooshing a shrouded blanket over your conjoined bodies. "So much better.." you sigh.

"Are my arms not enough for you?" Ellie's voice strolls to your dulling ears, dwindling inside your twilight sealed mind as your eyes flutter tiredly.

"Shut up." 𖤐ྀ࿐-ˊˎ

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A Role Reversal

The taurian huffed with her arms crossed, she was inches away from breaking something fragile just to feel better. She was going to be stuck escorting a goddess damned male around, it was the absolute last thing she needed this week.

They were always so flighty, so frustrating. To say the wrong thing was to have them clutching at themselves as if she’d slapped them.

Urie often found herself in trouble and receiving reprimands when trying to treat a male as she would anyone else. She was instructed to do so! But she always ended up either insulting them or saying something inappropriate and she'd have to once again take a gender awareness course.

She didn't mean to disrespect them, she just tried to treat them as an equal, as one of the gals!

The door opened to reveal a diminutive human male. The brand new species that the whole galaxy was buzzing about. Something had happened during their introduction, but the story was oddly difficult to get an official report on.

He looked somewhat similar to a taurian male, flat chest, cute butt. What was truly interesting was that he had no horns. His skull was completely different to a taurian, yet the lack of horns seemed to trigger the same feelings Urie got when meeting a tuarian at the bar that she’d try her luck with.

In male taurian culture, they would shave their horns down to be as 'desirable' as possible before covering them with a ceremonial sash. This human had no need, it was… scandalous.

"Hey there!" The human gleefully greeted her, surprising Urie with his boldness. She checked herself, sometimes males would want to assert themselves so they weren't seen as meek.

"Er…Hello! My name is Urie and I'll be your escort whilst on the station." She said in a plain, respectful tone and gave a well practised formal bow. It was only then she noticed she was bowing over the outstretched hand of the human.

"Uh, sorry." She said quickly, grabbing the hand, then wincing. She wasn't meant to just grab them, that wasn't 'correct'.

"It's okay! You got a great grip! We'll have to arm wrestle at some point, that'll be funny as all hell!" The fleshy creature laughed with a jovial tone.

Urie'smind blue-screened as she wasn’t certain exactly how to handle this. She'd love nothing more than to arm wrestle a male. To touch them was exciting enough, to actually do something fun?!

This had to be a trap. She'd stick to the training. It was the only safe option.

The following couple of hours was maddening. He'd talk to her freely and calmly. He'd laugh at her faux pars. When she accidentally bumped into him, he deliberately hip checked her right back.

By the time they reached the food court they were both laughing uproariously.

"So, I have to ask. You mentioned that you were looking for a partner?"

"A mate, yes." Urie nodded.

"How come you haven't found anyone? A lass like you should have guys hanging off you I would have thought? What is it, do you snore?"

"I intimidate them." Urie replied with a dejected tone.

"...how?" He asked an incredulous voice. She brought up a thick arm and tensed her bicep, which bulged and twitched.

"Well count me scar-roused." He stated confusing Urie as he spoke with an awed inflection.

"Most males are intimidated by us, we're bigger, more dangerous. Males have to be careful because IF I'm one of 'the bad ones' then I'm a massive threat. You're... you're not usual. No male would act or talk the way you do..." She said before putting her hands flat against the table so he could see where they were, claws extended and digging into the table top.

As a taurian, she wasn’t even close to the largest of the races, but she still had a few feet on the smaller human. The table they sat at was designed for their species, but their differences were highlighted at this moment.

The human merely chuckled and waved a dismissive hand.

"Ah, I know kung fu. We'll be okay, I'll spar with you sometime if we get the chance." He said with a casual air.

Urie blinked. The idea of pinning him down was the only image in her head now. She couldn't help but pin him with her gaze as he finished his meal, she used her mighty mitts to smother the toothy grin that refused to leave her face.

The following day, in the evening, Urie opened the can of beer with one hand, grasping the top with her index claw and thumb, while her index finger’s claw picked at the tab and opened it with a practised move. She poured some of it in the outstretched pint glass, once the beer roughly reached the top, she poured the rest in her far larger glass. She didn't have as much now, but she honestly couldn’t care less, it was worth it.

This was the very first time that not only had she had a chance to drink beers with a male, but he didn’t seem to be forcing his taste for her benefit. It also helped that he was so attractive.

There had been males that enjoyed drinks, or acted like females, but they all seemed off to Urie. Males acting like females and half looking like females, wasn’t something she wanted, she just wanted someone who was happy to be themselves and she liked what males looked like, there was no need to be ‘feminine’ to her to be equals. She just wanted to spend time with one that was chill and understood that she meant no harm if she missed a social hurdle.

Urie side-eyed Kerion.

She’d never met a human before, she had no real information on what they were like, it had been barely a month since they had appeared. Her first impressions were that they were odd. Very odd. He was attractive, no doubt there. His hornless forehead lent him the air of a male who genuinely tried to make an effort on their look, but he'd not acted like a male all day or the day before. He'd listened to her opinion, offering banter or other opinions without expecting that she would agree with him. They were just equals, a budding friendship devoid of a power struggle.

They both ended up sitting on a bench overlooking the community marketplace of the station. It was at the very commercial centre of the various city-sized sections of the station. The ceiling, a latticework of glass overhead glittered as they orbited the blackhole giving it a 'beautiful' look, a serenity that lent to the calm atmosphere of this isolated spot.

Urie’s eyes widened when she realised with a jolt that others used this a 'lovers' overlook. She just felt it was a nice quiet place she went to be alone! She’d always come here on her own, this was the first time she had someone with her up here. She didn’t mean to get him alone like this.

Cringing at herself, she looked at the human again and wondered what he was thinking right now.

Did he know? He wasn’t dumb, he had to know!

Was he pretending he didn't know? He was kind and never made her feel lesser, it would be what he’d do…

Was he waiting for her to make a move? Where did that idea come from…

Was she supposed to kiss him? She wouldn’t mind doing that…

The silence felt pregnant, but Urie wasn't sure what to say or do, she sat there wiping the condensation off the side of her glass as she tried to figure out what he wanted her to do now.

When a yawn tugged at her face, she began to stretch before a fantastic idea graced her. Subtly after the apex of her yawn and stretch, when she relaxed back against the bench, she brought her free arm down along the back of the bench and around Kieron's shoulders.

He didn’t react at first, if anything he chuckled before turning against her.

His legs stretched out along the bench, his back fully against her side and with his free hand, gently plucked her wrist and put it around himself, finally resting his smaller arms over her forearms and began to drink again from his smaller pint glass.

“Mm, I’m glad you finally made a move. I was worried I was going to have to take the jump.” He said quietly.

“I… didn’t mean for this to happen. I mean! Er.. I’m glad this happened, but I didn’t expect…? Yeah, I didn’t expect this to happen.” She tried to explain, why was her mouth so dry?

He shook against her side.

“Haha, don’t worry. Whatever the case, I’m glad we’ve got to this moment. By hook or by crook, this has been a lovely day. You’re good people Urie.”

Her heart fluttered when he said her name. Goddess, she felt light headed.

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Addiction

Part Five: Love Is A Four Letter Word

Series Masterlist

Warnings: smut, language, couple fighting, references to drugs and alcohol, mentions of violence

A/N: A lot of backstory in this part...

Jack knew it was fucked up.

He knew giving you the key card, sleeping with you, starting a relationship, leading you on, while he was supposedly committed to someone else, was fucked up. An act of rebellion of the lowest form.

Jack was miserable. Had been for a long time. His life leading up till that night was a culmination of his mistakes and cowardice, and he felt helpless. He was looking for an outlet for his frustration, an escape, and it wasn't even as if he was targeting you specifically. He just saw your smile, the way you held the attention of the room, and he was drawn to you. The rest was devastating history.

You were at the wrong place, the wrong time, with the right one.

Even then, it was never his intention to hurt you. His motives weren't pure, he'd admit that with no hesitation, but the feelings he had for you were, and as much as he wanted to tell you how much he cared about you, it'd be like burning down a house after carelessly lighting a candle; it didn't matter what he intended to do once the damage was done.

He could tell you how sorry he was, that he loved you and he wished things were different, but as he watched you unravel in front of him, collapsed to the ground as he told you he was going to marry someone else, someone you both knew he didn't want to be with, he knew it would be in vain.

You don't treat people you love like this.

****

1 Year Ago

Jack and Claire's relationship read like it was plucked out of a really bad romance novel plot, by design.

They ran in different circles; Claire was a one percenter, an elite among New York's elite, and Jack was just some kid from Louisville who was clinging to the name he'd made for himself in the music industry. At least, that's what he told himself. He didn't like to think about the fact that he was complicit in the façade that was their relationship.

There was a time where you couldn't go a day without seeing Claire in the tabloids, strung out in front of 1Oak on the arm of some B-List actor. What she considered to be a normal for her 20s, meant trouble for her father. His only daughter was supposed to take over the Barbour-Beckham publishing company, his legacy, but she couldn't even stay sober for more than 24 hours. Something had to change, and fast.

Over the next couple months, Claire underwent an image change that even Lindsay Lohan's publicist would have been impressed by. She traded her nights out for charity events, hard liquor for disgusting green smoothies, and before she knew it, there wasn't a person in New York City who could remember the old Claire.

But old habits die hard, and there wasn't a photo op in the world that could change the fact that Claire was bad for business. Her future was dependent on convincing a bunch of old, conservative men that a woman was capable of leading a company. Claire knew that the only way the public would truly accept her was if she appeared to be but a mouthpiece for the board, unassuming and passive.

It was purely a business decision to pivot her image to wife and mother. It would keep her in the public eye- people love to gawk at a new wife and mother, praise or condemn how attentive she is to her husband and how quickly her post-partum body bounces back, but they would disregard her, as they do all mothers, and it was at that point she would take over at Barbour-Beckham. Now all she needed was to find someone desperate enough to agree to her terms.

She chose Jack because there was something homegrown about him. He was rich and successful, a chart topper in the music industry, but it was all hidden underneath his southern charm. He kept his nose clean, both literally and figuratively, and he didn't overshadow her. Underneath it all, he was a good person, and she could use that to her advantage.

****

They met for the first time at Atlantic Records.

Jack's career was stalling, to put it nicely, and he was desperate to climb back to the top. Sure, he had solidified himself as a bona fide rapper in the industry, but long gone were the days of letting the music speak for itself. If he wanted to stay in the game, he was forced to compete with every new one-hit-wonder who blew up on TikTok, and it wasn't how he wanted to operate. He was running late for a meeting with Jason, and as he entered the conference room, he realized quickly that this was an ambush.

"Jack, this is Mr. Beckham, CEO of Barbour-Beckham publishing, and on the board for Atlantic." Jason ushered Jack into the room when he noticed him hesitate. Jack scanned the room. He knew the face, not the name. "and his daughter, Claire." Claire he knew, at least of her. He had come across her a couple times at different clubs around the city, but based on the state she was in each time, he doubted she had a sharp memory. He nodded to both of them, taking a seat with a huff. "What is this? Some kind of intervention?" Jack let out a humorless laugh as he studied Claire's face. She couldn't hold eye contact for longer than a second, her gaze dropping to her hands.

"More like a business opportunity, Mr. Harlow." Claire's father cut through the silence. "I'm gonna get straight to the point. Its no secret that you aren't the artist you used to be a couple of years ago, Jack." Jack smirked, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "If anything, recently, you've become a liability to Atlantic Records. There is no tenure for an artist here. Either you perform or we replace you." Jack glanced over at Jason, who was visibly nervous. "This is off to a great start." He muttered out, running a hand through the curls at the back of his neck.

"If you were anyone else, we would have dropped you from the label already, but we recognize your value here, and we're hoping we can come to an agreement that both parties are happy with." Jack straightened up in his seat. "What do you want? I'm working on an album we can put out by the end of the year. I'll do the press circuit, a tour, whatever it takes."

"There will be time for all that. Right now, its more important that you prove how loyal you are to Atlantic." Jack was throwing glances at Claire, whose gaze was burning a hole in his chest. "I would say 10 years of record sales has been more than proof." He'd had enough of the stares, turning his body toward Claire, who flinched. "Is there a reason she's here?" He narrowed his eyes at her, trying to read her face.

"The company thinks it'd be in your best interest to enter into a public relationship with Claire." Jack didn't even bother to look at Jason as he spoke. "It will be good for your image to show that you're in a committed relationship with someone of Ms. Beckham's status. People love a new IT couple." Jack's stomach turned. They didn't care about his career, he was just going to be a pawn in a much larger game. "While you're dating, you will promote his album and Claire will continue to be a pillar in the community."

Jack gripped the arms of his chair, the heat creeping up his neck. There was no way he could say yes to this. It went against everything he believed as an artist and a person.

"No. There's no way that I'm going to be an industry plant. The rumors were bad enough when I was starting out, I'll be damned if I prove them right." He pushed his chair away, standing to exit the room. "Sorry you wasted your time." Jason let out a sharp breath as he watched his client walk out the door.

"Jack, wait." He heard Claire's voice trailing behind him as he walked to the elevator. He had no intentions on turning around. She caught the elevator door just as it was about to close. "Jack, I get it. Its a lot, but-"

Jack cut her off. "Does that really feel right to you? Pretending to be in love with someone just so you can look good in front of people?"

"Neither of us got to where we are now because of love, Jack. If I've learned anything, its that love is a fleeting feeling that eventually leaves you feeling empty and alone. I know you don't want to let your career die because of a feeling." Claire crossed her arms over her chest.

"You don't know anything about me." Jack bit back.

"You're right. We're strangers. But I do know my father. He doesn't like to be told no, and I have no doubt that he will step on you to get what he wants." Jack knew that was a threat. "This is so much bigger than a couple of pictures for the paparazzi. You say no to this and people will quickly forget all about Jack Harlow."

Jack bit the inside of his cheek. He didn't want to be buried, he didn't want to be forgotten. He'd worked too hard to get where he was to lie down and and let them steamroll him. If he said yes, at least he was still in the game, and he could control the outcome. There was a kid from Louisville who only wanted to rap for as long as he could remember, that he had to make proud.

"Only in public. In private, we don't talk to each other." A grin slipped on Claire's face. "Agreed. Its purely for show."

****

At first it was fine. Holding hands as they left a restaurant together. A couple strategic paparazzi photos that were conveniently sent to every major publication in the country. The thought of it made Jack's skin crawl, but his career was finally on the up and up. Jack sacrificed his privacy and in turn, Atlantic gave him access to some of the best producers and mixers in the industry, and he was able to get back to making music; the only thing he truly cared about.

Their very public first kiss was on the cover of every major magazine, and the public was starting to fall in love with them. They spent a lot of time together, for the publicity, and Claire's father suggested that Jack move into Claire's Upper East side penthouse so there were no holes in their story. Their PR relationship was quickly becoming real, and as much as he hated himself for it, he thought he was the only one who could possibly get caught in the crossfire, and he was more than willing to sacrifice himself for his career.

The first hit came about six months into their relationship.

"What the hell is this?" Jack slammed the door to Claire's office closed, making her jump. He slammed a magazine down on her desk, knocking over her cup of coffee. He was fuming, his chest puffed out with each breath. "Jack, listen, I didn't get a chance to tell you yet. They just published it this morning."

"Claire Beckham saves Jack Harlow from crippling alcohol addiction", his voiced boomed through the room as he read the headline. "What the fuck? I don't have a drinking problem. I've been purposely sober for years."

"Claire stood, holding her hands out in defense. "My father thought it would be a good idea to dangle a headline out there for the public. Your music career has been tanking, so you turn back to drinking to ease your pain, until I come in. Everyone loves a redemption story. How love saved Jack Harlow from being a washup, clinging to the bottle." She spoke as if she was pitching a movie idea; the excitement in her eyes terrified Jack.

"I didn't sign up for this." Jack ran his fingers through his messy curls, raking his hands down his face. "Oh, but you did, baby." Claire lifted herself up to sit on her desk. "I didn't see you complaining when your new single went #1. In fact, I think I remember you being very excited." Jack ripped the magazine as he tightened it in his grip. "I was doing that before we ever started this shit. I'm still a good musician." The laugh Claire let out sent a shiver down Jack's spine.

"Jack, you agreed to play the game. This is it, this is the game. Its messy and its humbling, but its working. You're back at the top, and I am your perfect girlfriend." He scoffed, feeling every muscle tightening at her words.

"I want out of the game. Tell your father I'm done." He turned on his heels toward the door. "Fine. The public is going to love this next headline." Her words made him stop in his tracks. "What headline?" He threw over his shoulder. "Jack Harlow embezzles millions from Barbour-Beckham company, uses Claire Beckham to steal from her father. There won't be a record company in the country that will speak with you after that comes out."

Within a second, Jack had crossed the room. Claire let out a sharp gasp as she came chest to chest with him. His voice was a low growl. "Would you really do this just to save your ass? Are you really that fucked up?"

"I think the question you need to ask yourself is, what wouldn't I do to save myself?" Claire retorted, her gaze dropping to Jack's lips. Jack was seething, disgusted with the person in front of him. He didn't even have time to react as she crashed her mouth with his, their teeth clinking together as she roughly kissed him. Jack pushed Claire away, his face contorted with repulsion.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He cried out, wiping at his mouth. "I thought- I thought that you-", Claire pressed her fingertips to her lips, realizing she'd read the situation terribly wrong. "You are fucked in the head if you think I could ever actually like you. You disgust me." Jack's words were laced with venom and hatred.

Much like her father, Claire was used to getting what she wanted, and she wanted Jack. Whether or not he wanted her back didn't matter to her. "Play the game, Jack, or I'll destroy you." Claire gritted out between clenched teeth. "Now, get out of my office."

Jack had to resist punching his fist through the wall, he'd never felt this much rage before. His vision began to tunnel, forcing him to cling to the wall, a sharp pain radiating through his chest. He was panicking, the ringing in his ears almost bringing him to his knees. He wanted out of this relationship, needed to get out, slowly feeling his sanity slip away, with no one to blame but himself.

****

Claire was right; Jack had never been hotter. His album was set to be the best selling of his career, and he was hitting milestones he'd only dreamt of during his early days. He should've been incredibly happy, but he was indifferent to it all, just going through the motions.

He could never admit it to himself, but Jack was terrified. He was scared that he had gotten himself in too deep and there wasn't a way out of it. There was no way he could take on Claire and her father by himself, and every day she reminded him just how insignificant he was. There was no use in fighting if you already knew you weren't going to win.

So he kept up the façade in public, and in private, he did anything he could to numb himself. He enjoyed the company of any woman that was willing to sign an NDA, and quickly became jaded towards sex and intimacy, slowly watching himself become someone he promised himself he'd never turn into.

The night he met you, he could tell that you were unhappy.

Most people would tell you there's no way you can tell someone's emotional state just from looking at them, but Jack had quickly learned over the last few months just how much sadness weighed on the body. He didn't even recognize himself in the mirror, the way his shoulders slumped over with exhaustion, the bags under his eyes reminders of the nightmares he'd been having over the last couple of weeks. You had packaged it under a beautiful face and a pretty dress, but to him, the discontent was obvious.

When you showed up to his hotel room that night, you all but signed your soul over to the devil.

You could throw a fit in front of him all you wanted, try to convince yourself that you showed up to his room out of principle, deny your wants and needs to save face, but he knew better. You were looking for someone to take command, make you forget about the monotony for even a second, and he was desperate to feel some semblance of control again.

****

The first night was a fluke. He had every intention on using and abusing you, and forgetting you ever existed.

Actually doing that proved to be harder than he expected. After you left, he couldn't focus on anything but you. He could shut his eyes and clearly see your face, his hand ghosting over the bulge in his pants. He closed his eyes and began stroking his cock to the thought of you. The way your mouth felt around him, and how pretty you looked down on your knees. The way your face contorted with pleasure as you came around your hand. How willing you were to submit to his every demand. He was cumming in his hand purely to the thought of it. Power and control were coursing through his veins, and God, did it feel good.

His eyes shot open to the sound of the door opening, Claire emerging from the doorway. Jack quickly covered himself up as she entered the room. "What are you doing here? How did you even find me?" He slipped a sweatshirt over his head, sitting back down on the edge of the bed. He'd been staying in different hotels around the city for the past couple of weeks, anything to avoid having to spend another night with Claire.

"You should know you can't go anywhere anymore." Jack groaned, knowing that he'd probably been caught leaving the hotel by one of the many paparazzi who was stalking him. "What do you want?"

"The girl in the elevator, one of your latest?" Claire's tone was laced with jealousy. He hadn't even been trying to hide his escapades from Claire. He got a sick enjoyment out of her knowing that he'd fuck pretty much anyone but her. Jack raked a hand through his curls. "That's none of your fucking business."

"It is my business if you get caught with her. Everyone likes to blame the girlfriend when the man cheats." Jack let out a humorless laugh as he stood, his jaw flexing. Claire staggering back as he walked toward her. She talked a big game, but that's all it was, talk. "Do you ever get tired of being such a bitch?", he spat at her.

"Cute." Claire pressed her lips together in a hard line. She turned on her heels toward the door, grabbing the handle before she turned back to Jack. "Make sure she signed an NDA. Can't let this fall back on us in the future when she decides she wants to capitalize on sleeping with Jack Harlow."

The next day, he knew seeing you again was a risk, but he didn't care. He was mostly doing it to spite Claire, but he also couldn't get you out of his head. Jack was quickly becoming addicted to the way you made him feel, a deep craving to see you writhe beneath him before he cut you off for good. He put the flowers on Claire's credit card, knowing she'd see the charge and put two and two together.

You came crawling back without any hesitation, and at first he felt a nagging guilt, knowing he was taking advantage of you in a vulnerable state, but as he felt you cum around him for the second time that night, he realized that you wanted this escape just as much as he did. It was so easy to get you here, to fuck you senseless night after night, because you wanted to be here. The phone call later that night all but confirmed it. He'd underestimated just how intelligent you were, but most of all, just how addicted you were to the way he made you feel as well.

You were walking into the lion's den on your own accord. You just didn't know how dangerous it was yet.

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Come to Me Like, You'll Swallow Me Up

Starring: Yuta Nakamoto

Genre: Enemies to Lover, Angst, Smut (Dom.Yuta, Semi Sub Y/n). Fluff. Little of a slow burn.

Warning: Smoking, Choking, and Glass Breaking.

Words: 11k

MINORS DO NOT READ

Yuta paced back and forth in his chamber. His index finger tapped against his chin. He chewed on his bottom-lip heels rubbing against the red velvet carpet. The fire at the fireplace cracked lighting up the specific area of the room Yuta was away from. He anticipated your arrival in his bedroom. Wondering what you had done with so many other rooms.

Maybe you didn't choose his room because you knew where it was. You wanted to keep your distance from him because you disliked him. Yuta's bluntness always seemed to get him in trouble. Always so outspoken and two steps ahead of everyone else. What irked most people about him was his inability to care about what anyone else did or thought of him.

Accept right now. Now he wondered if you really truly disliked him. He got the overall vibe from you that you weren't interested, but then again there were times you remained in the room when he walked him. Your eyes followed his frame when he left or instead of leaving the room, you stayed to argue with him. Maybe that meant something, Yuta wasn't the best at expressing his emotions. He walked back to his window halting his pacing. It was bad for his head. It made him overthink and resulted in a very painful headache. He looked out the window promising to himself he'd get you to not be afraid of him. That was the conclusion he came to. Like most people, you were scared of him. He didn't want that for himself or you. Not only for the transition to work but as someone who desired to even be your friend he didn't want you to be scared of him. Maybe there was a way to fix that, he just had to try.

And it's like the Gods were listening. When he looked down he saw you curiously disappearing into the Blood Maze. With wide eyes and a sudden rush, he fled his chambers and went down to find you before you got too far, lost in the Blood Maze.

When he ran down the stairs past the Golden Earth he ran to the golden gates in front of the Blood Maze. For the first time, no one was guarding them. He cursed to himself seeing the ajar open the gate. He ran down the small steps and pushed the gate open. Clouds covered the sunlight. The once bright morning had become a gloomy afternoon. It seemed to always rain more often than not ever since they moved here. At least it helped the garden.

You wondered endlessly around the Blood Maze following the sound of what was only known as a cry. The crying grew louder as you wandered through the maze searching for the person that cried a loud cry. It wasn't a cry of sadness, help, or pain. A cry of longing and loneliness. Your fingers touched the red bushes on the wall. "Hello!" you called searching endlessly throughout the long maze. "I am here to help you! Tell me where you are!" you shouted over the loud thunder. The roses once white covered in red only known as blood. As you picked up your pace you heard rustling behind you. You hadn't turned your head instead you kept running in the direction of the crying.

Meanwhile, Yuta was on your tail. He could smell your scent from miles away. He knew the direction you were going in. Thankfully running to the opposite end of the maze far from the building that connected to it. You were running into the West Wing courtyard where the blood fountain was placed.

Thunder could be heard from the skies above. Small raindrops that patted on leaves turned into large ones strong enough to break them from their branches. Yuta saw when you turned the corner. He knew you had to be chasing something. The maze was designed to draw you in. A sorcerer cursed it to hold the same abilities as the vampires. You felt a need to run towards it instead of away even when you knew you should. It worked in the vampire's favor. Able to draw in small animals to feast on, however, most humans who traveled in never returned. Which is why it was so heavily gated. You ran out of the maze rain pouring down your body. It poured so hard you tried to wipe your eyes to see but your vision was blurry from the added fog. You walked among the grass of the courtyard where you saw a light post. You hung to it looking around from the person you had heard crying. The crying had stopped and all you heard was the rain that plopped onto the black metal benches and on statues. The Foutain in the middle hidden by the fog began to overflow. Irene from afar had shut the blood that poured out draining the blood so the two would not mix.

Yuta stepped out of the maze searching for you. Hair and clothes sticking to him he worriedly searched. He knew the maze was no place for a human. It drains your energy, most humans went hours without realizing how long they traveled in the maze. When found your body limp on the light post he ran to you. He checked your face seeing your eyes half open. He cursed to himself swinging you over his shoulder and running to the nearest entrance. He stepped onto the glass floor feeling his legs wobble. It wasn't because of your size, he just hadn't had anything to eat yet. Irene and Yeri came to his side followed by Seulgi. They took you from his arms while Wendy and Joy carried him to his chambers so he may eat.

When you woke you jerked from your bed. Irene ran to your side but hadn't asked if you were okay. Her lips didn't move she just stared at you with concerned eyes. You looked into hers breathing rather heavily. Your heart raced a nightmare flowed through your slumber. Blood and death, caused not by the vampires but by you. You tried to shake your mind off the evil thoughts but couldn't. Seulgi came to your side with a glass of water. She handed it to you and you accepted in thanking her once you gulped it down. They also changed your clothes for you and fixed your hair. "Thank you," you said. Seulgi only nodded taking the cup from your hands. "I haven't had much time to thank you for everything you've done for me," You said to the three girls. Yeri smiled shaking her head waving her hand motioning to you that it was alright. These girls were already used to it.

"And if you don't mind me asking…" you trailed looking at each girl and then back at Irene who sat next to your bed. They all waited for you to speak. "Why is it that I've never heard you speak? You are all silent. I've never end heard you breathe. Are you vampires too?" you asked. Seulgi shook her head and smiled bringing a cool rag to your head. You gently pushed her hand away. "Why don't you speak?" you asked looking directly into her eyes. She sat back caught off guard by your boldness. Just as she was about to speak the door opened and Yuta came in.

"Y/n your awake," he said walking further inside the bedroom. He looked less pale than he did this morning, more refreshed. The three girls bowed leaving the room to just Yuta and you. He watched as they left. They closed the door behind them. You feel less comfortable sitting up on the bed you laid in. You cleared your throat as Yuta lit up a cigarette by the fireplace. Once it lit he walked back to you sitting in a chair not far from your bed. You eyed him from your spot.

"What? Mad that I didn't sit with you?" he teased cigarette between his teeth. You scoffed pushing the warm blanket past your legs and grabbing your phone. You hadn't checked your phone in days. When you opened it you saw so many missed calls and texts from Jeno. Eyes widened you opened them reading them to yourself.

May 6th, 2023 10:23 pm Jeno- I miss you

May 7th, 2023 3:09 am Jeno- I'm sorry if that was lame. I just miss you.

May 10th, 2023 7:12 am Jeno- I was thinking if it would be okay if I came over? There are some things I want to get off my chest.

May 10th, 2023 3:00 pm Jeno- Just forget it then. I wanted to fix things with you but this is exactly what I'm talking about.

May 11th, 2023 5:06 am Jeno- I'm sorry. Can we just talk?

May 15th, 2023 7:15 pm Jeno-I saw those flowers you like. Thought of you.

May 16th, 2023 Today at 1:02 am Jeno: If you want me to leave you alone just tell me. But if not please there's something I need to tell you. It's about those guys you hang out with. Read

Jeno-…

Jeno- I saw you read my texts. Please met me at our old spot. Read.

You went to answer but the sound of glass meeting the table followed by a loud sigh caught your attention. You turned to see Yuta's glass placed on the table and cigarette in his hand. He chuckled placing the cigarette down, a grin wide spread on his cheeks. "Pathetic," he said taking another puff. "What?" you asked. Yuta raised a brow at you, legs crossing over the other. "Are you that clueless or are you doing it on purpose?" he asked hand holding the cigarette motioning to you and then your phone. "He's begging for your attention not because he feels bad but because you won't bite. Yet here you are ready to respond," He says taking another swig of his drink.

You held your phone down. "How did you know it was him? Did you open my phone?" you asked turning as Yuta stood up from his seat. He shook his head pushing the chair in and standing at the end of the small table hand leaning on a chair. "I don't have to read your messages I can tell by your body language. By the look on your face and to be honest, your phone has gone off like crazy, and being that you two just broke up not too long ago, guilty by association it leads me to believe it's him," he said.

"Or am I wrong?" he asks. You roll your eyes and stick your phone in your pocket. Letting out a huff you decide you didn't want to argue with him again today. You made your way to the door ready to turn the knob until you felt a hand on your wrist. "What do you want from me Yuta?" you ask still focusing on the golden door knob. You don't move and neither does he. He keeps his hand over your wrist preventing you from turning the knob. "Am I wrong?" he asks again. "Wrong about what? Jeno? You already guessed correctly," you said back still turned to him. When you realize he won't let go you let out a frustrated sigh. "Look I don't know what you want from me but if this is how you plan to keep talking to me then this isn't gonna work. A friendship, relationship even us being friendly neighbors won't come true if you keep treating me this way," you say honestly but still avoided his eyes. He remained silent and listened to every word.

"You always tease me and make me feel so low. You say the most spine-chilling things sometimes and I don't understand why. Do you like people being scared of you? Do you like the fact that you are unapproachable? Listen, I know you have been very kind to me when it comes to me staying here and I have no right to tell you what to do or where to go in your own home but I will no longer let you talk to me like I'm one of your brothers. You can't scare me or boss me around like you do to them, okay?" You say holding back a few breaths just so you wouldn't overspill on your words. If you said too much he could use it against you later on to tease you or entice you to fight with him.

"I don't know how to speak with you. You are very complicated," he said eyes focused on the back of your head. You turned to face him and he stepped back but his hand still remained above yours. You didn't understand what he meant. You had been everything but complicated. You weren't submissive but you weren't rude or confusing. You never overcomplicated things so what was he talking about?

You scoffed. "Complicated? Are you even listening to yourself? You don't know me at all Yuta," You shook your head in disbelief. You let your head fall, and you felt the headache approaching. Taking your health into account you decided to pull your hand away and leave. You opened the door turning your head slightly. "I was looking forward to all of us becoming close. Maybe we can if You weren't so complicated," You said walking out into the hallway and closing the door behind you leaving Yuta alone.

You had found yourself in Doyoung's chamber which Jaehyun was in but left to take care of something. He left you alone with Doyoung which was a bit awkward. It had been a minute since you were both alone together.

"Doyoung," you said looking at him from the window where you sat. His nose which was once stuck in a book quickly turned up in your direction. "Yes?" he asked. You played with your fingers feeling the small frog in your throat. You were never this nervous around anyone, not even when you published your first book. You let out a breath avoiding his eyes and looked towards the sun that peeked through the gray clouds. "What's the real reason you haven't spoken to me?" you asked still keeping your eyes away from him. "I deserve to know," you said. Doyoung smiled setting the book down and coming in your direction. You stay on the bay window the velvet couch underneath you tickling your exposed skin from the new dress you were wearing. Doyoung came behind you sitting down and holding you in his arms. Your head lay pressed against his chest while you played with the hem of your yellow dress. He closed his eyes while he rest his arms around you. "I still think of you," he whispered softly into your ear. His warm breath fanning your neck. He smiled against your skin seeing the faint marks of his teeth on your neck just below your ear. "I want to spend all my time with you," he said lips dangerously close to your neck. "But your not only mine," he said.

You thought about his words. You turned your neck to face him hands over his arms. "You avoided me to give your brothers a chance?" you asked. His eyes were closed but he nodded. You turned back it all making sense now. No wonder Yuta sent you to Jaehyun that morning and not Doyoung. They took turns getting to know you and them instead of all at once. You widened your eyes realizing today might have been your day with Yuta. No wonder he didn't send you anywhere. There's nowhere else to go. Then you remembered the argument you two shared and slouch into Doyoung's arms. "What's the matter? he asked swaying side to side slowly with you in his arms. You sighed. "I fought with Yuta again. We can't seem to get along," You said. Yuta chuckled opening his eyes and feeling the slight burn from the sun. It faded once a cloud covered the bright star. "My brother had the hardest time dealing with people. You see he's had the saddest story of all of us. He isn't used to people loving him as much as they fear him," he said keeping you in his cool embrace.

"He doesn't exactly know how to deal with power. He's always had it. Once the leader of the thieves and now the eldest brother he's used to being in charge. He doesn't know what to do when something or someone more powerful is around him," he said. You sat up turning to face him hand on his chest. You raised a brow once you met his eyes. "So I'm complicated because I'm powerful? That doesn't make much sense," you said. Doyoung chuckled eyes now opened. He shrugged nodding his head. "When you put it that way it does not. He has no sense most times when he is dealing with someone like you. Remember you are the key to saving and ending his life, that is a lot of power to hold whether you realize it or not," he said making sure you understand the ability you had over all of them. They desired, trusted, and loved you, not only because you were you but because of the power you held. Which also made them just as scared of you as you were of them.

You knew what Doyoung meant. No questions needed to be asked he was clear as day. Yuta was sacred of you not you of him. I mean of course he made you nervous and made you jump here and there but you weren't deathly afraid of him. Most times you felt bad for him and his brothers. Yuta and Doyoung never choose this life for themselves and Jaehyun had no other choice if he wanted to survive alongside them and not become a meal. Maybe you shouldn't have been so harsh to him, it's just sometimes all he does is egg you on. Doyoung pulled away from you and your eyes followed him. He pulled an invitation out of his pocket. "There is a ball we are hosting tonight. People from all over the world will be joining us," he said handing you the letter. You took the beige envelope with the red stamp from his hands. "You are invited," he said bowing to you. He stood back up a smile on his face. "Also," he said turning to his side. He pulled out a signal rose. "Will you accompany me to the ball?" he asked bowing again, letting one knee touch the ground. He held his hand out to use, and you place your hand in his. He didn't hold it until you responded. You nodded sometimes you forget he used to be a prince. "I will accompany you to tonight's ball," you said. He held your hand in his standing up. Your body followed his and his grin was wide.

"Great now you may go dress shopping with Yuta," He said nonchalantly. Your heart fell and your eyes widened. "I'm sorry what?" you asked unable to hold it in. Doyoung nodded watching as your hand fell from his. "Yuta will help you find a dress for tonight. Jaehyun is taking care of something in the cellar and I had to prepare the party. Yuta is the only one available to tend to your needs," he said letting his hand settle behind his back. He knew you two weren't getting along but he couldn't be selfish with you even though he wanted to be. He wanted to take you and run off. He wanted to be the only one to touch you and kiss you. He wanted to be the only one to love you even when you were old and grey. But instead, he shared the same dreams with his brothers.

"Irene or Yeri can't take me?" you asked. You silently begged him to say yes. You still weren't ready to be confronted with Yuta. Doyoung shook his head. "They will be here, accept Selugi. She will travel with you but you have to go with one of us," he said. "Why?" you asked crossing your arms over your chest. "Because we must buy the dress for you. And anything else you'd like," he said making his way to the door. He grabbed his jacket helping you put it on. If he couldn't be with you, he'd give you a piece of himself like Yuta had done the first night you arrived to stay. You sighed adjusting the sleeves, they slipped past your hands but it wasn't too bad. "Are you sure I can't go with you or Jaehyun?" you asked for the final time, hoping the answer would be different. Doyoung shook his head. "I'm sorry but he is the only one. And it is only a dress you'll be back in no time!" he said trying to lift your spirits.

You rolled your eyes and turned away from him making your way to the exit.

When you arrived downstairs alongside Doyoung you saw the car parked just outside the front entrance. You sighed stepping closer and closer to the vehicle that Yuta leaned on. With a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes and an umbrella over his head, he removed the cigarette from his lips, taking one last hit before he threw it away. He grinned once you arrived teeth on his display. Doyoung walked you up to Yuta holding his own umbrella. "I shall see you later tonight," Doyoung said placing his hand on the small of your back. He leaned down, kissing just below your ear before he walked away, leaving you to Yuta.

"Are you ready?" he asked. You sighed covering the sun from your eyes. The rain had cleared up. Most days the rain didn't last as long, only about an hour or two before it cleared. The skies weren't blue but they weren't dark anymore either. They were cloudy but the sun still peeked through the clouds every once in a while. "Let's just get this over with, okay? I didn't choose to be here," You said walking to the opposite side of the car. Yuta chuckled leaning off the car door. He opened it sitting behind Seulgi who sat in the driver's seat. She had closed the umbrella placing it in the passenger seat beside her. Yuta removed his sunglasses putting them back in the case. "Don't you need them?" You asked. He shook his head tapping on the dark windows. "These are tinted. They block the sun," he said. You nodded turning away. You placed your elbow by the window and your head on your hand looking at the scenery as you drove to pick out a gown.

"Do you like it here?" Yuta asked fifteen minutes into the drive. The silence he usually welcomed but right now it was killing him. This would never work if he didn't just get over himself and talk to you like a normal person. "Huh?" you asked lost in your own thoughts for a brief moment before he interrupted. "Do you like it here? With us?" he asked again. You looked over at him, his eyes already on yours. "Oh," you said turning away slowly back to the window. You nodded. "Yeah, I do. It can be fun," You responded. Yuta nodded his head a small smile on his face. He wished he was a better host to you, but he's glad his brothers have done well.

"I'm happy to hear that. I wouldn't want your stay to be uncomfortable or make you feel unwelcomed," he said mushing whatever words he could think of to form a proper or somewhat proper sentence. "Really? All you've done is make me feel uncomfortable," You responded back thinking to yourself all the times Yuta flirted with you or teased you about something. All the times he called you out on your behavior, like the morning with Doyoung. Or read your mind and told you what you were thinking. Yuta sighed he was starting to become frustrated. To him, this is what made you complicated. He was making an effort and you refused to see it! Were you just blind or were you doing it on propose? He looked over at Seulgi through the mirror. She shook her head at him, pursing her lips then nudged her head at you. Yuta shrugged back unsure of what to do.

You kept your eyes away starting to feel bored with the long car ride. You weren't sure where you were going or how long it'd take to get there. You could take a nap to pass the time but you didn't feel tired so instead you counted the cars that drove past you. Yuta sighed tongue swiping through his bottom lip as he thought of something to say. "Look, Y/n I really meant what I said. I want this to be enjoyable for you," he looked back into the mirror as he spoke making contact with Seulgi. She nudged her head again to continue with his confession. You smiled to yourself, he was actually trying. He sighed. "And it was never my intention to make you feel uncomfortable. So I'd like to say I'm sorry for how I've acted towards you. I've been a terrible host and I'm sorry," he apologized head turned away from you in embarrassment. You turned to face him. His head was low and no longer looking in your direction.

"It's alright," you said causing Yuta to lift his head up surprised eyes finding yours. "Really?" he asked. He couldn't believe it was that easy. You forgave him so fast, he had fully convinced himself he'd have to give you the moon for your forgiveness. You chuckled showing off your beautiful smile to him. "Look I can tell your trying to make things better and I appreciate it. However, this doesn't mean all is forgiven. We still got some work to do," you said causing Yuta to smile.

You both had finally arrived to pick out a dress. Yuta had taken you to a bouquet owned by a little old woman. Her husband owned the tailor shop where the boys would get their suits. They had each promised the old woman that one day they would bring someone in whether it was to have a dress or a suit made for their lover. Yuta was fulfilling his promise today with you.

When you both walked inside Seulgi remained by the chair next to the door. The old woman was used to Seulgi by this point and her odd behavior. She usually left her alone with a glass of water beside her since she didn't speak to her. Then again she didn't speak to anyone. When you arrived first the old lady came from behind the counter after seeing Yuta walk in behind you. She smiled brightly as she greeted Yuta. She turned to you sending you a smile and then looked back to Yuta. "Who might this be?" she asked looking back at you. She looked you up and down then back at Yuta. "This is my friend Y/n she's here for one of your gowns. My brothers and I are hosting a ball, but I wanted you to make her something special," he said. You glanced at him for a couple more seconds than you intended to. Yuta wanted to bring you here? Being that he is friendly with the old lady this place must be important to him in some way. The old lady turned back to you and smiled. She clasped her hands together. "Oh, that is lovely. So thoughtful of you Yuta," she said touching his arm. A small hint of pink bloomed on Yuta's cheeks but he hid it turning away to greet the old lady's husband.

After some time of trying dresses on and off you couldn't seem to find the right one. Yuta had left with the older man to try on his suit leaving you with the old woman whose name you learned is Jennifer. Jennifer had helped you into and out of many different gowns and made the same faces you did when you didn't like one or when one just didn't feel right. "Maybe pink?" she asked looking at you through the long mirror. You were currently in dress number eight and it was a gold dress. It just didn't fit the overall vibe you were hoping for. You shook your head turning to the small steps to get off the stand. Jennifer helped you unzip the dress and let you get changed behind the curtain. As you got changed Yuta returned in his suit that wasn't hundred percent finished yet, it was almost there but Jennifer's husband Lewis took a break.

"How's everything?" he asked sitting next to Jennifer on the cream-colored couch. Jennifer sighed shaking her head. "Not very well. We haven't decided on a dress yet," she said looking in the direction of the curtains that rustled every so often. She sighed again watching the curtains. "I hope this is one," she said smiling to herself. Yuta leaned down to her. "I picked this one out myself. I think it will be perfect," she said excited to see you in the gown she picked out just for you. Yuta knew Jennifer had an eye for fashion and was just like her husband. It's why he's continued to come here for so long. He knew her grandparents when they first opened the bouquet. She had her mother's eye for fashion. She took care of him and he took care of her. She knew of his secret identity outside of what he presented to the world. She knew what he was and his brothers but she promised to never tell, and never did.

"Do you like her?" Jennifer asked out of the blue. Yuta's felt his heart leap for a moment. He brushed off his nerves with a scoff. Jennifer pursed her lips at his reaction swaying to herself. She was no fool, she knew when a man fancied a girl. She could tell he had it bad for you, from the moment you walked in and he insisted she cancel any appointments to tend to your needs. Even booked you a private room to try on the dresses when most girls only book the room for their sweet fifteen, sixteen, or wedding.

"What?" Yuta asked still shocked by the sudden question. Jennifer chuckled cheekbones rising. "What? Are you going to tell me I'm wrong?" she asked slight attitude in her voice. She turned to Yuta looking into his eyes. "It's very obvious you like her," she said sitting closer to him. "Why not ask her out?" she asked nudging his arm. Yuta shook his head and adjusted his perfectly fine shirt.

"No no," he waved his hand. "I can't see doesn't feel the same," he said hurt by his own words. Jennifer sighed patting his back. "I'm sure that's not true. I saw the way she looked at you and the way you looked at her. And I've been around for a long time just like you have so I'm surprised you still haven't picked up on these things," she said chuckling her wrinkles meeting under her eyes. Yuta chuckled back nodding his head. He was older than her but she will always be smarter than he is when it comes to romance. I mean it's been many decades for him and he still isn't married. Jennifer has been with Lewis for over forty years and has three kids so clearly she has done well in that department of life.

"Okay, I think this one looks good!" you shouted from behind the curtain. Jennifer touched Yuta's hand telling him to stay to get his reaction to the dress. She told him it was to get his opinion but really she just wanted to see his reaction to your beauty. She nodded standing up and waiting for you to come out. "Okay show us dear," she replied making sure she wasn't blocking Yuta's view. The curtain pulled back and you came out in a deep purple ball gown. The hem of the skirt is covered with black lace.

The cut on the front of the dress exposed the tops of your breast but they didn't spill out instead they rested along with the corset preventing them from moving. The dress is outlined in black lace and dark sparkles at the end of the gown made you look enchanting. Yuta's eyes widened, jaw falling to the floor as you stepped outside. You looked just as beautiful as you did yesterday. You looked just as gorgeous as you did at the previous ball. You looked just as perfect as the night he first saw you move into your home next to his. He stood up eyes meeting your eyes. He made sure his mouth had closed but his eyes couldn't help but wander all over you. He admired you for the beauty you are. Your eyes, lips, skin, smell, body and hair everything perfect. However, you looked like no matter what, you were perfect to him. Jennifer smiled a blush on her cheeks as she watched the two of you interact. She figured her work was done, you had found your dress. She quietly walked away and waited for you both a the resister.

"You look…" he began but the words died on his tongue. He had never been this speechless in his entire life. He didn't know what to say or think in the presence of you on a normal day but imagine now. Now standing before home dressed like an absolute queen. He felt like the only appropriate thing to do was get on his knees and beg for you to allow him to even look at you. But instead, he didn't and continued to take in your sight.

"Do you like it?" you asked swaying around so the dress would dance with your frame. You smiled turning to the mirror and seeing the dress for yourself. Perfect you thought. This was the perfect dress for you to wear tonight. Yuta still hadn't answered your question but you really hadn't noticed. Not until you asked again drawing him from his trance. "Yuta?" you called. He blinked a couple of times before his eyes met yours. "Yes?" he asked.

"Do you like it?" you asked again a bright smile on your face. You enjoyed parties and couldn't wait to wear this dress tonight. You waited for his response as he twirled in the dress to pass the long seconds. You didn't need his approval but it would be nice to hear he liked it at least. "Yuta?-"

"It looks alright," he said gulping. You scoffed stepping away from him. Alright? You looked alright? I mean you understand he didn't have to say something crazy I mean your not his lover but he was never shy to flirt with you before. All you wanted was to hear something nice, maybe that you looked pretty in the dress like a normal person would say if you looked nice. But what was a description like alright supposed to do for you? You walked off behind the curtain a little hurt by Yuta's words. Yuta had finally come to his senses realizing what he said. He went to chase after you but realized it was too late. Soon you came out in your old clothes. Yuta bought the dress and you both drove back to the manor and once again awkward car ride.

When you walked into an empty bedroom to get dressed you were welcomed by Irene and Wendy. They stood next to a vanity holding a hair brush and some makeup. The girls smiled when you walked in greeting you with a wave. You walked in annoyed the door busting open. The door seconds from closing was busted open again by a frustrated Yuta right on your tail. The two girls took this as their time to leave. They brushed past the two of you ushering Yeri to leave as she, unaware went to join in getting you ready. Wendy closed the door behind her and left down the hallway until you were ready. You huffed when you saw Yuta behind you. "Why are you following me?! I thought I told you to leave me alone!" you shouted at him your hands waving around in anger.

"Why must you make my life difficult?!" you shouted at him again. Your hands slammed on the table in front of you. You let out a frustrated huff as your nails scraped against the table forming into two fists. You felt your head start to pound from the tension in the room. "Difficult?!" Yuta asked stepping closer to you, boot heels pressing into the carpet.

"I am not difficult! You, my dear on the other hand are quite difficult," he said chest heaving. He shook his head in disbelief small strands of hair falling in front of his forehead. Your face felt hot, full of anger. Everything you've felt over the last couple of months was erupting to the surface. Every sly comment and argument boiling up to the surface after being suppressed for so long was coming out of you because of Yuta.

"I am difficult? I can not believe that you can stand there and tell me that I am the difficult one. Yuta I've been with you all for months and every time I see you or speak to you you've never once said anything nice to me. You speak to me like I'm some scared lonely puppy who you believe will do everything you say like your brothers do!" Your fingers rubbed your temples. You felt your head pounding as fast as your heart.

"And let me be clear I do not expect anything from you. I do not expect a formal welcome or a kiss on the cheek. I do not expect a profession of love but what I do want, the only thing I want from you is to treat me like a decent human being. You haven't even taken to the chance to get to know me, to possibly become my friend," you took a pause for breath. "But I will not beg you. I will not beg you to treat me right nor be my friend," you said gathering yourself to leave. After tonight you were going back to your home and staying away from here, at least from Yuta.

You went to leave turning away from Yuta and completely shutting him out. You have had enough of this treat me. If you wouldn't take it from Jeno, you certainly were not going to take it from Yuta. Who did he even think he was? You thought as you reached the door turning the knob. Was he out of his mind-?

“You sleep on your right side because it’s more comfortable," he began lighting a cigarette. He took a puff and then held it down to his side. He nodded to himself his body turned to his side towards the window. Once he let out the smoke he began again. "You have a beauty mark right under your eye but it’s usually hidden under your makeup so you draw it back in. Your skin is sensitive so you make sure to have extra sunscreen when going outside. You have a small scar on your shoulder and another on your hand. You hate cigarettes and can’t stand that I have one right now. You love to watch movies and read books-“

“Everyone watches movies-“ you protested now looking in his direction. “Yea but you dream of one of your books becoming a movie someday so that everyone can experience the stories you tell,” he said. He paid for a moment eyes finding yours. “You love the color green and you hate the color yellow. You prefer winter over summer because when wearing a swimsuit you are insecure even though you have nothing to stress about. You enjoy traveling but would rather stay inside. You prefer cookies over cake and cupcakes over pie. You like how the color purple looks on you but not pink. You have a mole on your left thigh in the shape of a cloud,” he paused letting out a breath. Frustrated hands flew around when he spoke.

“You smell like Rosemary but when a person gets really close to you they can smell the sweetness of vanilla from your skin. You prefer to always be clean and fresh every morning and night and your soap is honey-scented. You don’t wear much perfume and prefer gold jewelry or silver. When you can’t sleep at night sometimes you hum a song to yourself that I assume someone very close to you used to sing. You have long lashes but you struggle to curl them. Your eyes sparkle every time they meet mine and you hate driving and only do it when you have to,” he said eyes staring into yours.

"I know you are in love with my brothers and they are in love with just as much as my heart longs for you," he said as he moved closer to you now inches away from you. The door that was once opened slowly closed as the knob slipped through your fingers. "My heart longs for like it has for no other. You are everything I am not, you are better because of this you deserve the absolute world," he said cigarette long gone. He stepped closer to you hovering over you. You looked up into his eyes and saw that same sparkle he was talking about before. You felt the tears slip out of your eyes and past your hot cheeks at not only his profession of love but that he paid attention. He knew every detail about you and knew everything about you. Unaware of his love for you, you didn't know what else to do but grab him by his face and kiss him.

He held his hands on your hips pulling you closer to his frame. He ran his hands down to the back of your thighs patting the back of them. You jumped and he caught you wrapping your legs around his waist. He smiled into the kiss as he pressed you up against the bookshelf behind you. Knocking down different old books Jaehyun left for storage, not even paying attention as they fell to the ground. Yuta kissed down from your lips holding your jaw steady as he sucked and licked the skin from your jaw to your neck. Your head fell back hitting some books behind you. You didn't even feel the pain of the books. Lost in Yuta's touch your eyes fluttered closed as he sucked on your warm skin.

He smirked watching the beautiful reactions you gave him. "Are you going to do well for me baby? Gonna let me ruin you?" he asked essence of lust and tease laced in his voice. You nodded feeling the wetness that slipped past your thighs, forming a pool in your panties. "I can smell you," Yuta whispered against your neck. His hand held the back of your head cradling it in his large hand. You felt your whole body become warm at his comment, feeling shy all of a sudden. You tried to hide your face away but Yuta's hold was too strong to move away. "You smell so good baby," he placed a kiss on your neck. His hand left your head sliding down your body and palming you through your pants. You moaned at the contact from his fingers. He wasn't even fully touching you yet and already you were becoming undone in his arms.

"I wanna taste you, baby. You'll let me taste you right?" he asked dark lustful eyes looking into yours. He began to pull up the skirt of your yellow dress gripping at your plush thighs. His nails dragged down your skin tickling you as he waited for your answer. You felt the flutter in your stomach appear when he placed you over his tightening bludge. The only thing covering you were your panties and his black dress pants. He trusted against you letting you know exactly how hard and ready he was for you.

"You feel so good like this baby. I can feel how wet you are," he let his eyes flutter shut as he kept his slow moments with his hips on your pussy. A hushed moan escaped your lips causing him to grin. He opened his eyes looking at where your legs were spread for him letting his cock rub against you. He yanked you from the bookshelf, walking to the vanity. He threw everything off, all the makeup and hair products landing hard on the floor. He kicked the vanity chair back with you in his arms lips attached to yours. The chair fell hard against the floor one of the legs breaking. But Yuta or you didn’t care, you didn’t even hear it. He sat you on top of the vanity spreading your legs wide as he looked deeply into your eyes. He leaned down letting your dress rise up to your waist as he slightly lifted your legs to fit more comfortably around him. He kissed down your thighs meeting your ankles. He kissed and sucked his way back up not missing an inch of your skin. He sucked on your plush thighs kissing or licking any bruises he made on his journey to you. He got closer and closer to your clothed pussy taking a whiff of you. He hummed in pleasure letting his head fall slightly back. He always wondered how your taste was. He was jealous his brothers had you before he did but if there was anything good from being last, he'd make sure he would be the one you won't forget.

He leaned closer biting your clit over your panties. You moaned jerking forward at the new feeling of shock waves he had sent you. You watched as he flicked your clit with his tongue over your wet stained baby blue panties. He used his fingers to spread your folds watching as the fabric stretched over you only covering the inner folds. He lifted your panties up moving them to the side. Eye to eye with your erect clit he licked his lips diving forward. Your head felt back at the feeling of his lips attaching to your clit. His tongue and mouth moved so deliciously against you.

Hands finding his hair yanking and pulling on the red locks. He grunted into your pussy at the feeling of your hands. You moved your hips against him riding his tongue. He groaned cursing out loud spreading your folds. He licked his lips again. "That's right baby fucking ride my tongue," he said diving back in. You felt a pool of wetness gushes out of you at his words. Never in your life did someone ever talk to you so dirty. I mean, of course, Jaehyun and Doyoung sweet-talked you very well but this was different. But this was different, Yuta was different. It felt messier and dirtier. It felt wrong and forbidden to be doing this as you'd get in trouble. You felt a rush of excitement go through your body as he continued his assault on your soaking pussy. “Yuta please,” you pleaded head falling back further into the glass mirror behind you. Your hand that supported you knocked down some lipsticks and their stands. Yuta didn’t stop instead he brought two fingers forward teasing your hole. He slipped one inside thrusting slowly at first picking up speed. Once you were comfortable he added another curling them and grazing your g-spot.

You moaned out loud feeling the vanity shifting with your weight. You didn’t pay any mind to it though. To lose in Yuta to be aware of how dangerous this position was for you. “Yuta I’m gonna…”you moaned again feeling the speed of his fingers increase, his tongue matching along with them.

“Cum for me,” he demanded in a dark voice. His voice and touch were laced with everything but innocence. You came all over his mouth. Yuta sucked and licked whatever he could. Using his fingers to scoop whatever he missed. He sucked in his fingers tasting the remains of your juice on them. His eyes closed shut as he savored the taste. “So sweet,” he said to himself. He meant to say it in his mind but it slipped. “Like Doyoung said,” you felt your cheeks become warm at his comment. You may have recently overheard a conversation the two shared in the library together one late night after spending another thrilling evening with Jaehyun.

There was a bed on your left but Yuta wasted no time in unbuttoning his dress shirt. The silk black fabric slipped off his skin exposing his carved-out chest. Your hands reached up and touched his cool skin. He bit his lip as he watched your fingers dance around his body. The pads of your fingers create an electronic shock throughout his body. Just from your touch, he became high. He never wanted a day to go by again where he couldn’t touch you, even if it was just to hold your hand.

You pulled your hand away to pull your dress over your head. Yuta reached around moving closer to your body and stationed between your legs. His lips were dangerously close to your neck as his arms reached around to unclasp your beige bra. You could feel the faint warm breaths releasing from his pink-plumped lips. You sighed in relief as the tight bra straps fell down your shoulders and onto the ground.

He kissed down your shoulder, past your collar bone engulfing one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucked and kissed your breast as he massaged the other. He made sure this memory of you would be engraved in his mind for later when the night fell and he grew lonely. He teased your other nipple pulling on it. The one in his mouth he played with biting it and sucking it. You moaned hand finding his red locks again and pulling him towards you. You allowed one of your hands the freedom to slide down his tone chest, past his abs, and to his slacks.

You unzipped his slacks letting them fall down his waist. Now left in black boxers you pulled those down too. His dick sprung free and your mouth watered at the sight. Yuta continued to suck on your breasts hips rutting into straight air. You mewled against your breast when you reached your hand down to stroke him. You licked your lips tugging your bottom lip between your teeth. You imagine him inside you stretching you deliciously. Fucking you so hard the mirror behind you broke into a million pieces. Him groaning and moaning loud in your ear as you yanked on his hair from how good he made you feel. Clenching around him when you came close to coming and seeing the way his brows would furrow from the feeling of your tight, wet pussy.

Yuta groaned louder against you. Your thoughts were so strong he could picture them in his own mind. You forcefully pulled him forward pulling your panties down as he stared into your eyes. Lips and eyes both glossy, he was completely drunk off you. The struggle beneath him of you trying to take off your panties broke his haze. He looked down immediately ripping off the underwear and discarding the pieces somewhere in the room. He grabbed his dick bringing it to your folds. Your arm wrapped around his neck for support even though he had his arm wrapped around your waist. He wouldn’t let you fall.

“That’s right, baby you gonna be good for Yuta? Hm? Gonna let me fuck you so good my brothers can hear?” He teased taking his tip and rubbing circles around your clit. You let out a loud moan and Yuta groaned eyes rolling back. “Yes baby let them hear how good I make you feel,” he slurred as you began rutting your hips to add to the friction he was giving you. Yuta groaned he wasn’t even inside you yet and he was so close to cumming.

No longer able to wait he pulled back letting his dick meet your entrance. He slowly pushed in jaw slack as he watched himself disappear inside you. Inch by inch he felt warmer and warmer as the space grew tighter and tighter inside him. The velvet walls sucked him up as he sat fully inside you. “Fuck,” you both said letting out a satisfied sigh in unison. You both knew this was long overdue for the two of you.

“I’m still mad at you,” you said looking into his eyes. Yuta’s has changed. He was trying to be nice before, not letting himself go too much. He knows sex between a human and a vampire could be threatening to a human but he would be gentle with you. Of course, he’d still play a little but nothing too crazy. However, it seems like you have other plans in mind. Maybe you didn’t want to make love. Maybe he needed to give you a good fucking. God knows he needs it too.

Your comment drove him insane, you were still angry at him even though he was inside you ready to fuck you dumb. He ate your pussy (Which he’d do again even if you hated him). He bought you a pretty dress and you were still mad.

“Mad? Why?” He asked attitude in his tone. You cocked a brow up. “Because you're doing alright,” you said using this as the opportunity to get back at him. He slowly moved forward and you let out a moan as he adjusted himself inside you. Both legs were in his hands as he slowly moved in and out of you. Your chest began to rise up and down, your heartbeat slowly becoming quicker. He chuckled darkly keeping his thrust at a limited speed.

“So your still mad about what I said even though I told you I loved you?” He asked slowly thrusting inside you. You tried to form a sentence but your brain slowly turned into mush. You nodded trying to piece together a coherent sentence. “That…was about…” you paused to take in a breath as he moved a little faster. “You said… I looked alright….,” you started but failed. He felt so good inside you and he wasn’t even fucking you yet. Just letting you adjust to his size and girth.

“So what is it that you want my dear?” He asked raising a brow, poking the inside of his mouth. “You want the truth?” He asked cockily coming close to your face as he continued his agonizingly slow thrust. You nodded your lip between your teeth. “Words my darling,” he teased halting his movements.

“I want the truth Yuta,” you said looking into his dark eyes. He nodded sending you a smile. “Okay I’ll give it to you,” he positioned your legs one over one shoulder and one over the other spreading you even more. He sunk deeper inside you causing both your breaths to hitch. The new angle allowed him to explore new places. “Well for starters I think you're beautiful,” he thrusted once. “I think you're sexy,” he thrust again.

“And I most definitely think you're more than alright,” he said thrusting again. You shook your head. “No good enough,” you said talking more about his lack of thrust than words. You didn’t need another confession you just wanted him to fuck you. He shook his head feeling annoyed. “Skews this,” he said giving you exactly what you wanted.

He thrust into you hard and fast causing your moans to choke, clumping in your throat. His hand held your waist tightly pressing into your skin to hold you down. The other moved its way past your breast and around your neck. Your head fell back in pleasure eyes shutting as he fucked into you at record speed. Tight fingers squeezed around your throat cutting your airflow for a moment. Teeth gritted and eyes black Yuta possessed by a lust demon fucked you dumb. His cock hits every spot and angle perfectly inside you. No one had ever fucked you like this before. They were always so careful with you, which you appreciated but sometimes you just wanted to be thrown around a room.

You wanted to destroy every pretty thing in sight. Ruin it and let the high of how good it felt consume your body even if it was just for a brief moment. Yuta was giving you that. That rush of enjoyment you get from destroying the piece of art you absolutely hate. Accept you didn’t hate Yuta, you never did. You just disliked him, but now you can’t seem to get him off your mind.

“Yuta Fuck,” you clawed at his shoulders and back. Forgetting all about the ball you were supposed to attend alongside Doyoung as Yuta sucked on your neck. You felt his sharp teeth brace your warm skin sending a shiver down your spine. Yuta licked but he didn’t bite respecting your decision to not let him draw blood. But your neck smell so sweet. He knew your blood was the perfect mix of what he needed. However, being around you began to make him realize that maybe he didn’t want to transition yet.

Not until he’d live a life with you.

Reality had hit him like a moving train and now he couldn’t stop thinking about you and the life you two could live. He lifted you off the vanity with the cracked mirror. He threw you onto the bed flipping you over watching as your ass jiggled. You giggled feeling his hands all over your skin molding your ass as he aligned himself at your entrance. Taking you from behind he imagined you were alone together in the manor, just you two living here together. He’d fuck you like this every day and night if it’s what you wanted. He wouldn’t be against you saying no, but he definitely would fight you if you said yes to letting him make love to you.

His teeth’s gritted as your hips snapped against his pelvis. He let out a groan watching as he disappeared inside you. Thunder roared from outside. Heavy rain fell on the ground as you came closer and closer to cumming. The lightning and thunder clashed together creating flashes of light in the room. You clenched around Yuta feeling your climax approaching faster and faster. Yuta flipped you over slipping right back inside you, both your juice mixing together making it easy for him to slip inside you.

He brought his thumb to your clit rubbing fast circles to match his thrust. “Come on baby cum for Yuta. Let me hear how pretty you sound when you cum, again,” he said a smirk on his face. His eyes looked down into your eyes. Your jaw hung open, no words or thoughts escaping. Instead just a series of whimpers and moans that left your throat. “Yuta I’m gonna cum,” you moaned pulling him closer to you. You felt the bed beneath you start to shake. One of the legs snapped in half causing one side of the bed to fall to the ground. But that didn’t stop Yuta instead he lifted you both into the air leaving the broken bed on the floor.

You clenched around him again as you came hard all over his cock. He groaned out loud his head falling back and eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt your cum coax his dick. He brought his finger down to your entrance taking some of your cum that leaked out onto his long fingers and putting them inside your mouth. You tasted yourself as you road out your high slightly biting on his fingers. Once you were done Yuta pulled his fingers out feeling himself draw closer. You clenched and unclenched around him starting to feel the over-sensitivity. Yuta gritted his teeth as he inched closer to his climax.

“Yuta please fill me up,” you begged looking up into his eyes. “Yuta please cum inside me,” you ushered him helping him to his climax. His jaw fell open as a series of curses left his wet lips. He came hard inside you painting your walls white. After some time he slowly slipped out of you leaning down to place a kiss on your neck. “How was that?” He asked gently placing you back down on the lopsided bed. You rolled your eyes letting your body fall to the side. “It was alright,” you teased for the final time. Yuta scoffed standing up to clean himself and then you. Then in your moment of relaxation, you realized you were properly late to the ball. You jumped up still naked to check your phone. You only had an hour to get ready. You ran inside the bathroom where Yuta held a warm wet cloth in his hand. He watched as you jumped inside the bathtub to clean yourself. Yuta chuckled remembering the ball he was going to take you to.

Doyoung was a pretty good brother.

After Yuta helped you with your bath you were ready for the ball dressed and made to look like a queen thanks to Irene, Yeri, and Wendy. You were confused at first why Doyoung didn’t come looking for you but Yuta couldn’t help but tell you it was always planned for him to take you. You didn’t mind going with Yuta though. He held your arm in his as he walked you down the stairs. He had left you to get ready in his own chambers with the help of Seulgi. When you both arrived at the ballroom Yuta took you around to meet the guest. You dance with him, and him occasionally letting Doyoung and Jaehyun dance with you. After some time you began to feel tired and when to the kitchen for some air. When you arrived you poured yourself a glass of water but as you brought it to your lips you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You turned to see Irene and all the girls around her. “There’s something we need to tell you,” Seulgi said turning her head to make sure no one was around listening. She turned back to you her hand still placed on your shoulder a stern look on her face. The girls behind her held pursed lips with concerned faces behind her. “But we can’t tell you her,” she said. Still caught off guard by hearing them speak for the first time you blinked a couple of times trying to under the situation. “I’m sorry what? This is the first time you speak to me and it’s bad news?” You saw forming the words into a question. Wendy sighed coming next to Irene. “It’s about the boys,” she said arms crossed over her chest. She also turned around to see if anyone was listening.

“They're not who they say they are. You need to come with us,” she said taking your hand and guiding you to the kitchen door. You pulled away almost dropping your glass of water. “What are you talking about? The boys are fine,” you said holding your ground. “They wouldn’t hurt me,” you said sure yourself. If they wanted to hurt you they-“

“Would have done it by now. Is that what your thinking?” Wendy asked coming from behind Irene. You widened your eyes feeling your cup start to slip. “Your in danger Y/n. You have to trust us,” Joy said coming forward Irene and Yeri following behind her. Just as Yeri went to speak or rather warn you Yuta walked in. He was searching for you and smiled when he discovered you. However, his smile fell at the sight of the room. Raising a brow he came to your side standing slightly in front of you.

“What are you all doing here? Shouldn’t you be tending to the guest?” He asked them but really it was an order. The girls remained silent bowing to him, sparing you one last glance before they walked away.

“Wait!” You shouted causing everyone to stop. You chuckled rubbing your forehead. “I believe I’ve miss placed my phone,” you lied shaking your head in disbelief. You looked over at Seulgi a smile on your face. “Say? Seulgi will you help me find it?” You asked. She paused a moment looking at Yuta, the girls then you. She nodded coming beside you and taking your arm to help you walk through the door in your dress. “Thank you now tell me where I need to look?” You asked as you both walked out passing by Yuta.

Since you arrived you have been filled to the brim with so many unanswered questions. You've been staying in this large, old, creepy manor and knew nothing about it or the men who lived inside. You know they were vampires but what else? Everything you asked them a question they either changed the topic or answered your question with a question. You were tired of the half-ass responses you'd receive from them. You were almost here all alone and the curiosity of exploring began to frighten you. Sometimes you'd hear crying coming from the Blood Maze or the cellar. Other nights rain would fall so heavy it flood the grounds making it hard to explore the large parts of the garden you haven't even seen yet.

With all these unanswered questions they expected you to trust them. To perform a blood ritual to turn them back into humans but every time you asked about it they only tried to convince you to do it. Speaking to you nicely and giving you gifts to change your focus. Yet you still had no idea how the ritual would affect you. Would you become a vampire like them? Would you die in the process? So many unanswered questions, that maybe, just maybe Seulgi and the girls could answer.

They didn’t think much of it and headed back to the party, he’d wait for you there. He ushered the girls to get back to work but one by one they’d started to disappear again looking for you and Seulgi. They were tired of this life. They were tired of being ordered around for as long as they have. It’s time they live their own lives, free from this dreadful chateau and to a fulfilling life. They tried years ago but suffered great consequences. Now with being able to talk to you, they hoped that this time their plans would work. They knew of the power you held. Irene could feel it the minute she met you outside on your doorstep.

They just hoped you’d help them and not those evil blood suckers you called your lovers.

“She will help us,” Wendy said to Yeri who held her hand tightly as they searched for you in the large, old chateau.

“She will,”

To Be Continued…

I hope you enjoyed Part 4 of my 5 Part Series. Things are taking a dark turn for Y/n. Let’s hope in the Next and Final part she chooses the right path.

Overall this was one of my favorite pieces to write. As someone who’s always enjoyed writing I feel like a lot of my work I’ve never been able to fully enjoy. But working as hard as I did in this final piece really was able to lift my spirits and inspire me to continue with part 5.

Also, a fun fact Jennifer and Lewis are the two main characters in the video game I loved.

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Spark (6/8)

Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader - Enemies to Lovers

Chapter 6 summary: While still recovering from your wound, you get wind of a trap being layed out for Arthur. You might be the only one who can protect him from something bad happening...

link to my masterlist

chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5

Warning: You have to live with my headcanon that Micah had something to do with Arthur getting kidnapped by the O'Driscolls.

3800 words, 18 minutes reading time

Your wound was healing agonisingly slow. Or at least, it seemed like that to you. Miss Grimshaw had sternly forbidden you to leave your bedroll for the first two days. Afterwards, she'd remain on high alert and snatch everything out of your hands that was even remotely heavy.

Grimshaw also urged you to take care of your wound, so it wouldn't get infected. She offered to have a look at it. Charles and Hosea also offered their expertise, showing that they meant well. Yet, you always refused. Though the sight wasn't a pretty one, you insisted on taking care of it yourself. Had Arthur offered...you might haven't refused. But only because he was the one who stitched you up in the first place. You knew he was capable and secretly, you longed for his gentle hands, but you’d never openly admit that.

The following week passed with a certain routine. You'd wake up early, often forced awake by the pain in your abdomen, and share a cigarette with Arthur. You never said much in the morning. The only thing he usually mentioned in a gruff and raspy morning voice what he'd do today and how the previous mission had gone. Then you'd do the chores that Grimshaw allowed you to do: cleaning weapons, washing the dishes and chopping vegetables. This aside, the days were marked by sitting by the fire and listening to whoever's story was being told at the moment.

Tonight, as it grew late and camp gradually emptied, with every person retiring to their designated bedroll one by one. Micah was the only one left. And while you had enough alcohol in your system to numb the occasional pain in your abdomen, Micah had decided to get absolute shit faced. If you understood correctly, it had something to do with losing some decent amount of money while gambling earlier. For the past half hour, your half-brother had been mumbling a bunch of nonsensical words, you had stopped bothering to listen. But suddenly, you perked up your ears.

"Ohh, I gotta tell you something", Micah rambled on, but he put such peculiar stress on the words, it made your stomach turn. "You know some people here...", he went on.

Micah paused and grumbled, opening his sixth bottle of beer. Honestly, not too much of an astonishing number, hadn't he already arrived drunk at camp a couple of hours earlier.

"Some people here ain't no good for the gang...just gonna make a lot of trouble down the line", he slurred.

Though your thoughts on "those people" had changed significantly in the last weeks, you knew better than to let Micah know that. So you answered with an air of nonchalance and a hint of mockery: "The women, you mean?"

"No, no", Micah chuckled darkly.

"The hophead of a priest?", you swallowed after delivering these words. Swanson was getting on your nerves daily, but he had proven to be a good listener.

"You ain't thinkin' big enough!", Micah gestured some huge motion with his hands, "Morgan's gone soft recently...Ain't no use for that. I'll just send him up the ridge and maybe they'll take care of it", he hiccupped. Your eyes searched the camp, you weren't sure why, but maybe you wanted to see if Arthur was still awake. At this very moment, you couldn't make any sense of Micah's words and when you looked at him again, his body was slumped over with soft snores escaping his open mouth.

The next day, lunch had barely passed when you heard the commotion, whose cause was a livid discussion between Dutch, Hosea, Pearson, Arthur and Micah. Something about Colm O'Driscoll and a parley. You hadn’t been properly introduced to the feud Dutch had with Colm, but you have had enough run-ins with his boys. After all, when you stole the bank stage with Micah and Arthur, they had almost managed to surprise you.

While you watched from a distance, the discussion seemed to have found an end. Dutch and Micah strolled off to their horses, followed by Arthur, who reluctantly trailed behind them. He wasn’t so happy about the conclusion of the conversation.

"Fuck", you mumbled. Is this what Micah had been talking about? You waited until the group had left, staring at the dust their horses had stirred up. You had to follow. This uneasy feeling in your stomach that Arthur was in danger wouldn't leave.

For a moment you took a deep breath and thought: "The heck? Why should I care?" Only to blink and admit to yourself, you cared a fucking lot. There was no way denying that. As Arthur stitched you up, his warm hands all over your body, that did something to you. You never thought anyone would ever treat you this kindly. And even though the circumstances had been...peculiar...you didn't care. If there was even the slightest chance....of chasing this feeling could pay off...

You strode towards your horse, aware that neither you, nor your horse, were carried any weapons. Grimshaw still had a stern look at you and when you tried to carry your guns yesterday, it was frowned upon with some demeaning remarks. You were still grounded to camp chores and resting your wound, though you were pretty sure it had beautifully healed the last couple of days. It didn't matter now. You sneaked to your horse and seized the opportunity to ride off before anyone could tell you not to.

Arthur was lying in the grass, the scope of his gun pressed to his eye. He didn't exactly know what the hell he was doing here. It hadn't sound like a good idea before, and it didn't feel right even now, though he had a good view of the surroundings and saw that the coast was clear. A sigh escaped Arthur’s lips when he suddenly heard grass behind him rustling. He was in the motion of turning around when the sound of a muffled groan came almost simultaneous to something warm splashing onto his exposed arm.

When Arthur looked up, he saw you slitting the throat of an O'Driscoll that had sneaked up right behind him. There was still some life in him when you whirled him around to bury your knife in his stomach. Once, twice,...

"God damn fucker!", you hissed, your knife about to stab him for a third time, when Arthur tackled you from behind and pulled you on the ground.

"Jesus, woman! What the hell are you doing here?", Arthur hissed.

"Saving your ass, you ungrateful bastard!", you yelled back. The adrenaline was rushing through your body and you feared your heart would jump out of your chest any second now. Your horse was at some distance, so nobody would hear you ride up and you had sprinted the last yards.

Arthur had to give you credit for staying almost clean after pretty much gutting the fellow, most of the blood had landed on him, anyways. When you opened your mouth again and sat up, angrily wrangling yourself out of Arthur's grip, you spoke more quietly, and yet not quietly enough for a mission where the job was to stay hidden: "This fucker was about to knock you out, Arthur! If I hadn't been-"

Before you could finish the sentence, Arthur's hand was slapped onto your mouth and he grabbed your collar, to pull you into a lower position again.

"Shhh! I hear you. Stay low, damnit", Arthur's eyes bore holes into you as he tried to get his point across. For some moments, neither of you said anything. Your heavy breathing, which you had trouble calming down, was the loudest noise. With his big hand pressed on your mouth, you feared you might suffocate if you didn't calm down. This man's blue eyes that looked you up and down did nothing to relax the situation, quite the opposite actually. The thought alone that they would be closed by now if you hadn't stepped in made you sob, muffled by Arthur's hand that was still covering your mouth.

It wasn't only that. Your suspicion had turned out to be true. Micah knew. He fucking knew. This whole thing was designed to get rid of Arthur, and aside from Micah himself, only you were in on that. Arthur too, was wrecking his brain right now. He quickly checked on Dutch and Colm before he lifted his hand off your mouth only to put his index finger onto his lips, indicating you to be quiet.

"We gotta get out of here. They know you're up here", you whispered. Your voice was shaky, which you found deeply embarrassing. But you were upset.

"M'kay darlin'. Come on", Arthur announced, gripping his rifle and crawling away from the edge before he stood up to go to his horse. You followed, flabbergasted. Darling? Where the fuck did that come from? He hadn't even given you time to react. You just hurried after him, catching up when he was mounting his horse.

"We gotta lay low for a while. I'm not supposed to be here and I dare say you aren't expected back either", you said as you pulled yourself onto your horse.

"I gotta tell Dutch that this was a set-up. I knew it was a bad idea to begin with", Arthur answered.

"No. Please", you almost whined. Arthur looked at you with knitted eyebrows. He did not understand why telling Dutch was bad idea, but he hadn't expected that tone from you either, so he decided to give in.

"Okay. I know a nice spot..."

You rode off, leaving the Heartlands behind. The next best creek you passed, you used to get some blood off of you. Despite stabbing the O'Driscoll from behind, you still had managed to get your arms dirty. Arthur watched you in silence. The last couple of questions he had asked had fallen on deaf ears, so he had given up poking for answers right now.

Later, you entered a wooded area. The sky had taken a mesmerizing shade of purple and the presence of some darker clouds in the South suggested that the drizzle that had just started was about to transform into a solid rain shower. It already smelled like damp earth. Guiding your horses with ease, you navigated through the light-filled gaps between the trees. They did a decent job of shielding you from the rain, except for the occasional drop that would land on your arm.

"I camped here a while ago", Arthur explained as he jumped off his horse when you reached a nice place, "'s a good spot."

"Yeah. I'll get a fire started", you said briefly, hitching your horse and walking off to quickly grab some dry twigs. Arthur was left behind at the spot he had picked and kept wondering at your behaviour. He noticed that you didn't have anything on your horse, no spare clothes, or a tent...So, instead of putting up his tent the normal way, he used every inch of the material, not fixing the corners in the dirt, but spanning it in between some trees.

You returned with wood and build a fire. Nothing was said until Arthur had warmed some beans and passed you the can before he had tried some. His eyes were begging for some explanations, but you sighed: "Please. Don't ask."

"I'm not", Arthur put his hands up in defence and though he remained silent, you felt his gaze on you. Trying your very best to ignore it, you gulped down the beans.

"Y/N...", Arthur started.

"Mh?", you replied, mouth full, starring into the flames. The fire had become strong enough to withstand the occasional raindrop, but the air around you had cooled significantly.

"Is your wound okay?", Arthur asked, "You have some blood on your shirt..."

You checked the brownish stain on your shirt, it was indeed at the same height as your wound should be. The wound which should have healed by now.

"Did ya take the stitches out already?", Arthur inquired when he saw your sceptical look.

"Planned on doing it today, but some things came up", you shot back.

"Want me to have a look at it?", Arthur now offered, already changing his sitting position to better accommodate you.

When Arthur caught the slight questioning gleam in your eyes, he smiled softly. You weren't someone to trust easily – he knew, because he's like that too. Yet, despite the wall you both harboured, Arthur couldn’t help but worry. He wasn't sure if you felt the same, but the events of the afternoon had surely left an impression on him. The fact that you had rushed to his side and stabbed a man a few seconds before his light would have gone out...You had been so calm the last two weeks, but today you were visibly shaken. Arthur wasn't sure if there was some deeper meaning behind this or if he let hope dictate his thoughts.

"I ain't gonna hurt you", Arthur said gently, when you didn't answer.

"I know", you shrugged, setting down the can of beans, "I just think that your reasons for getting me to take of my clothes are somewhat unimaginative." You gave a cocky smile when Arthur released a shaky breath. He mumbled a 'You're insane woman’ as you slipped one arm through your sleeve and therefor exposed your bare side.

In a moment, Arthur's hand was on you again. You flinched a bit as his thumb grazed the flesh near the wound.

"Looks good. Just a slight tear, should be all healed up again by tomorrow", Arthur assessed.

"Good", you replied briefly, getting into your shirt again quickly enough to not let Arthur notice the gooseflesh that had formed at his touch. He still saw the blush on your cheeks though.

In a tender moment, your eyes locked in a silent connection, and in that instant, you discovered that his hand hadn't budged. It remained steadfast, gently resting beneath the fabric of your shirt. It was as if an unspoken agreement held you both captive, unwilling to release the intensity of your gaze, except for Arthur's occasional stolen glances towards your lips.

The feeling of wanting nothing more than to protect you overwhelmed Arthur. He wanted to claim you as his, but not in a selfish, unreflective manner. More as a testament that he still could feel so strongly for someone. Arthur wanted to ensure that love was still possible for him. So he leaned in and in a moment, his lips met yours. The touch was so soft and loving that neither Arthur nor you would have expected that your body jerked away. The same moment, your hand met Arthur's cheek, slapping him. It wasn't meant to hurt, it was more your natural answer to this sudden invasion.

"What the hell?", you mouthed breathlessly.

Arthur's head remained frozen in the position your slap had left it in. His lips had curled into a sad smile, his eyes now avoiding yours. The slap had inflicted a sting, but it was a peculiar sensation, not one he was used to from other brawls and beatings.

"Sorry", Arthur mumbled in a soft whisper. The sad smile didn't leave his face, as if something else would surface if he dared to change his expression. "Might have gotten somethings wrong...", he added. Still looking down, he adjusted his hat, so it threw a darker shadow over his eyes.

You found yourself stumbling over your words, caught between the urge to apologize and swear at him at the same time. But your incapability to express your emotions frustrated you deeply. You managed a loud enough "excuse me" for him to hear before you stood up and walked off. Not too far, just a few feet into the shelter of forest where you thought the light of the fire couldn't reach. Arthur watched you walk off. He figured you thought yourself shielded from his gaze, but he saw as you leaned against a tree, lightly bumping your head into the wet bark.

Arthur couldn't bear watching you for long, so he took his journal out and quickly started to write. It was a momentary update of his state of mind and purposefully, he left some space before he started to sketch the outlines of the dark forest and the campfire in front of him, knowing that you would dictate how this evening turned out for both of you.

However, it wasn't long until he heard your boots rustling through the twigs and leaves. Arthur looked up and his eyes followed you, until you were seated right next to him. The closeness surprised him, but he took it as a promising sign. It was a flicker of hope that soothed the anxiety that he had felt at the thought of having offended you seriously. You had your words prepared, but Arthur was faster: "'M sorry, y/n. I should've asked."

Your eyebrows knit together in a sceptical look. You thought about snorting and and mocking him by saying 'Micah's right when he told me you had gone soft' but deep down you knew that this was just further proof that Arthur was more than what meets the eye.

After you had cleared your throat, you said: "It's okay. I didn't mean to slap you, I was just...surprised."

"Remind me to never surprise you again", Arthur joked, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. With light-hearted spirit, he continued the drawing in his journal. You caught a glimpse, but quickly averted your gaze and instead stared into the fire. You sat right next to Arthur, your arms occasionally brushed against each other, yet he didn't bother closing his journal - seemingly unaffected by your presence.

You couldn't help yourself. It was too impressive to see the drawing come together. When he sketched the shadows of the trees, you could make out the raindrops, though he hadn't specifically drawn them. Your eyes became fixated on the tip of his pencil, captivated by its movements, unwilling to tear your gaze away. But it didn't feel right, not after the last time.

Arthur noticed you were restless, so he said in an affirming voice: "I don't mind you watching, ya know?"

"All of a sudden?"

Arthur shrugged and continued to draw: "Not like you learned to read the last couple days, did ya?"

"Maybe I did. Didn't have much to do recently", you teased.

"Sure", Arthur replied, knowing you were bluffing, "So? Read it out then!"

You helplessly stared at the letters he had written, with not one clue in the world what was spelled out there. You tried to come up with something that could have been written there, but you weren't quick enough. Arthur interrupted your thinking process: "Knew it."

You sighed in defeat but lightened up when Arthur chuckled at your frustrated response. Both of you listened to the crackle of the fire. In a silent agreement, every passing moment saw you inching closer, gradually, you leaned against him. Astonishingly, Arthur showed no signs of discomfort, allowing the newfound proximity to exist, as if it were the most natural and cherished space between you.

"I like your drawings, you know", you whispered.

"They ain't special", Arthur replied. He was done with his little painting of the scenery and skipped back two pages to reveal a sketch of a squirrel.

"How can you even draw that thing with those little fuckers moving around all the time? Was it dead when you drew it?", you asked in awe at the level of detail.

"No", Arthur replied, "I jus' remember how it looks like."

Amidst the crackling of the fire, you uttered words that were almost indistinguishable, your voice muffled by your mouth pressed against Arthur's arm. Perceiving your intent, he instinctively adjusted his arm, skilfully manoeuvring it around you. Both of you were now enveloped in a half-embrace and you let it happen willingly. This was exactly what you had been craving the last couple of days. It was unusual, and yet so welcoming and soothing.

You sat like that for a while before Arthur stated his intent of laying down. You replied you'd still sit and tend the fire for a while.

Arthur lied down on his bedroll, staring at the canvas that obstructed his vision of the night sky...which probably was cloudy anyways. Aside from the usual forest noises, it was silent. About fifteen minutes had passed, but Arthur was still far from falling asleep.

"It just has never worked out for me...every time I tried the whole trusting thing...it ended badly", you explained. Your voice ended the silence and caught Arthur's attention. He sat up again.

"'m sorry to hear that", Arthur answered, "But yer still young. There are plenty people out there. I'm sure you'll find someone. If ya weren't so bad behaved-"

"Hey!", you turned towards him, to see a sarcastic smile back at you. You wondered why he’d just said that, when he kissed you earlier. When he clearly wanted you.

Arthur continued in a teasing manner: "I thought you were a nasty companion at first too, but you’re alright if ya calm down a bit and let yer guard down."

"Could say the same about you", you drew circles in the dirt.

After a while, in which you felt Arthurs eyes on you, he said: "You should try 'n rest. There's nobody around."

"Maybe a bear passes by and attacks us."

"Sure", Arthur readjusted his bedroll, "You ain't much to chew on, so ya gonna have plenty of time for running as long as it's busy with me."

Arthur had adjusted his bedroll vertically, so you could at least put your upper body on something softer.

"I bet ya taste like shit. It won't bother with you for long", you grinned at the teasing, surprised to see that Arthur had arranged a sleeping setup that would benefit you both.

"No doubt", Arthur chuckled.

You looked at the bedroll.

"If ya don't mind sharing with an old man that tastes like shit, it might be more comfortable for you like that", Arthur offered and lied down, his head now resting on one part of the soft material, while still leaving enough space between you. You joined him in the grass, turning your back towards him and fixating on random trees in the darkness. It was difficult to get those words out, but you had promised yourself to at least try expressing some of your emotions.

“I…I don’t really care if there’s plenty people out there. I think, I already found the one I’d like to trust...” You might have rushed the delivery of those words, but Arthur had understood them very well. There was a boyish smirk on his lips when he answered.

“I don’t mean to offend, miss, but you picked a real weird fella.”

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serialunaliver · 5 months

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girl... could you infodump on antitrust laws like u said u weren't going to on that post about google putting a 5s wait on youtube in firefox?

ok so when it comes to antitrust and monopolization in general the waters get muddied based on what anti-competitiveness is defined as and when in history the laws were introduced.

in the US since we're talking american companies, if you look into the three main antitrust statutes, there is a common theme of "monopolies are bad...unless we can argue consumers like them, or that they're benefiting the economy". for example, the sherman act of 1890 makes a differentiation between monopoly and innocent monopoly. an innocent monopoly is defined as "a monopoly achieved through merit". the idea is that the company is simply so epic consumers chose to turn it into a monopoly. i'm not going into the full history of antitrust laws because the question i'm answering here is regarding tech monopolies in the 21st century, but I want to make it clear that US antitrust laws have been challenged and debated from the beginning and are arguably poorly defined. the times they were strictly enforced were a result of political pressure at the time and not strength and effectiveness of the laws. this reigns true for lots of laws--seemingly useless until the pressure is high enough. the first times antitrust failed to be enforced, monopolies redefined them in court (this happened with the standard oil monopoly which ended in a court ruling that gave monopolies even more leeway). and so, monopoly goes from a company holding a monopoly to a company holding a monopoly that is problematic enough. US antitrust laws are described as weak for the way they're kind of designed for monopolies to argue their way out of trouble.

OK now onto the whole "how the fuck can google do All That and not violate antitrust laws" thing. first of all, google has been challenged before by the department of justice. it was actually a pretty big case and made comparisons to microsoft's antitrust violations in the 90s. however, google's situation is different. in the case of google more consumers are outraged than competitors. google actually collaborates with other tech monopolies, and again, this collaboration can get around antitrust with the simple argument that it's not financially harming consumers. there is also google's business model in which it's "free". this is similar to companies like facebook who also skirt around antitrust laws. a lot of antitrust violations involve financial harm to consumers. this modern business model in tech is ahead of antitrust laws.

oh yeah and google used microsoft's antitrust case to take steps to avoid being convicted. in a memo they literally used a quote from that trial incriminating microsoft as an example of "language to avoid" regarding "perceptions of monopolistic behavior".

but what about firefox? could google get away with the 5s wait? well it certainly goes against their previous argument in court that google isn't making competitors lower quality. but again, the fact that consumers are not being harmed financially means google could avoid being convicted. google is absolutely engaging in anti competitive behavior, but not behavior that secures conviction, because US antitrust laws SUUUUUUCK.

TL;DR it's a combination of modern business models in tech and the language of US antitrust laws.

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mywritingonlyfans · 1 year

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You're dating Xavier Thorne. (Part1' Headcanons' Fluff!)

• Xavier's eyes on you were solemn, they always were. The greenish ocean would take you from top to bottom, no matter the occasion, memorizing every detail attentively. When he had you close, he would have his hands on you, like an involuntary and disturbing act, sometimes on your waist, pushing your hair away or pulling you closer to him so that your bodies are close and he can touch his lips to your temple (or place multiple kisses on the top of your head since he was much taller than you), all this with his eyes attentive to your movements and countenance; he would draw you as soon as he could in a sigh that he couldn't get enough of you. And you'd love that no matter what. You're his muse.

• It wouldn't take him long to notice some of your favorite things; like your flowers!!! (specifically tulips, as you had them in your earrings, hair accessories and fresh ones by your bed that the teacher brought to you as first gift; he knew that it reminded you of your mother and that, in his view sensitive artist, could see in your eyes how that sent you home). Therefore, whenever he had you by his side during classes, he would find himself absent-mindedly drawing clustered tulips in his notebook, hiding a goofy smile as he longed for your loving gaze before him, he would wait until the end of class and before you left the room, he would ask you to close your eyes, he would whisper in his husky voice so you wouldn't peek just so he could hear your warm laugh filling his ears, and he would make the flowers real, in seconds you would be jumping on his neck with open arms, crushing the tulips and squeezing him in an infectious smile that'd made his chest flutter in warmth, you would take the flowers in your arms and he would know that you would keep them in water in your room until he provided fresh ones; you would thank him immensely, always finding his gift one of the most fascinating, shower him with wet kisses that he would answer eagerly and you'd not fail to leave one of the tulips stuck in his hair before grabbing his hand and walking down the halls of nevermore. You'd love the eyes on you, people watching how in love you were with each other in goofy smile. You're his.

• Well, and since his love language, in addition to enjoying giving gifts, would be physical touch and quality time, he would never resist going to you, even if you refuse saying you don't need it, when you call him, during night or just after some class, and he realized from the call that you weren't having your best day he'd be coming to see you. Your meetings, secret or not, would be by some tree and bucolic landscape of the high school or in your own room, in which your roommate would gladly help to push Xavier there with you without anyone noticing because she knew that it would do you good and soon you would feel better. Xavier would present you with sweets, your favorites, some tulips that he would never let go of pampering you with them (and you always smiled goofily knowing that he was the one who designed them due to the plant's features, and you loved each second of that), without saying much, as soon as he lays down on your bed, you would snuggle into him, letting your ear make room in his chest and letting his heartbeat soothe you as he strokes your hair, you would stay that way for hours (sometimes even stayed overnight, only realizing you did this when your roommate came in and forced him to leave before you guys got into trouble, you would hate that but understand because you know she is always right). From time to time, you talk about future dates you need to have together, movies you still need to watch and books you two should read!!! and talking about books, something, most of the times honestly, he loved, as much as you do, how he knew how to cheer you up and calm you down in times of stress (like finals or karma from weirdos on nevermore), he just developed the habit of picking a book he knows you'd like from the library, and always at those dark times, he would appear with the book in hands, he would observe your affectionate smile that answered his before you, and he would pull you to his chest, resting his chin on your shoulder so that every inch of your body was in touch with his, then, he would have the book open before your eyes, and he would start to read with his calm and relaxed voice close to your ear (putting you to sleep), he would hear and feel your affectionate laugh in his chest, making him happy to make you feel better, as you sent vibrations through his chest at his failed attempt to produce some accent he thought sounded like the character he was reading at the moment. You always had a lot of laughs, sometimes you chose characters and read together and it always works to calm you down and even make you fall asleep in his arms as he keeps an admiring smile in front of you. He couldn't love you any less.

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sleeplessdreamer123 · 1 year

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Fanfic Idea! (ABO Lucemond, war hostage Lucerys)

For those who don't know:

Muña - mother (Lucerys)

Kepa - father (Aemond)

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Alysanne Targaryen was nervous. Today was a special day, and she wanted to look absolutely perfect. She wore a black and blue dress (she received hesitant stares from the seamstress, but they were her favorite colors, her muña said she looked best in his colors, and her kepa said she could ask for whatever she wanted), her hair braided to look like a crown on her golden head, and a sapphire necklace with a seven pointed star her grandmother gave her on her eighth name day.

She was the first to arrive for dinner, and sat down at her designated spot. She nervously twisted the necklace, glancing eagerly at the door.

The next to arrive was her kepa, who changed from his dragon riding clothes to one suitable for tonight, though Alysanne pouted a bit when she noticed he wore a green shirt. True, she didn't notice it was green until he was close enough, but that didn't change the fact he wore green. She knew just how much it made her muña unhappy.

Before she had the chance to ask him to change, the door opened to reveal her muña. She stood up to greet him by curtsying, wanting to show her how much she improved from last time.

She felt a warm, gentle hand patting her head, and the scent of salty sea and lemons wrapping around her. She looked up to see her muña smiling at her, pride in his eyes. Like her, he wore an all black dress, and a neck guard decorated in sapphires. What shocked her was the fact that he had a larger stomach than last moon, where she last saw him.

She took his hand and guided him to sit next to her, ignoring her kepa's frowning face. Muña usually sits in front of her, right beside her kepa. She wanted to be closer to her muña tonight though. It was the only time she gets to see him outside of his chambers, without his guards following his every move. Besides, he willingly sat next to her, and her kepa didn't say anything, so it must be fine.

The dinner was how it usually was, her muña asking her about her life, how she fared in her studies, if she had any trouble with them, how she was feeling everyday. He always placed the best parts of every meal on her plate, which she delightfully accepts. She answered all his questions, asking her own, basking in his presence. Her kepa, as usual, was silent, watching them as they conversed, a strange look in his eye she couldn't really describe. Other than asking her to pass certain meals, he stayed quiet, allowing Alysanne to completely relax and talk to her muña about anything and everything she could think of.

Dinner ended perfectly, no shouting, no glares, no tears. Alysanne was very pleased with how both her parents were behaving (they were both ignoring each other's presence, only ever talking to her, but at least they weren't fighting like her earlier dinners with them). Soon, it was time for her to get ready for bed, and she walked as slowly as she could, so she could continue talking to her muña (she guesses that muña wanted to continue talking with her as well, because he said nothing about their snail-like pace to her chambers). Her kepa was like a shadow, following behind them.

When they finally entered her room, she asked her muña to help her with her curly hair like he has always done, complaining that the septas didn't know what they were doing. Her muña agreed, waited for her to finished bathing, before washing her hair gently, carefully drying it, pouring oil and styling it for bed. Alysanne enjoyed this ritual the most, loving her muña's hands on her hair. He didn't comb roughly like the septas, nor did he complain about her hair's volume and curls. When she was dressed and ready, she eagerly patted jumped on the bed, and patted the empty spot next to her.

Her muña took a little longer to get comfortable (his larger stomach making it difficult to find a good position), and when he finally relaxed, she handed him the story book of the night. It was her favorite, a book about dragons. It was also the longest book she had. Not that she planned for that, of course. Not at all.

She loved her muña's voice, so sweet and warm, only for her. She snuggled as close as she could, enjoying the warmth and her muña's scent. He played with her hair fondly, petted her head and occasionally used his hands to exaggerate the details, making her giggle.

She fought to keep her heavy eyelids open, fought to stifle her yawns, and fought to keep her mind awake and alert.

Unfortunately for her, she was a comfortable child on a comfortable bed snuggling close to her comfortable muña, who was reading to her with a comfortable voice. By the time they were halfway done, she was already asleep.

Aemond, who was leaning against the wall the entire time, approached after making sure she was asleep. Lucerys kissed both her cheeks and her forehead, whispered sweet things in High Valyrian, knowing that his time with her is now ending.

He glanced at Aemond, a silent plea in his eyes, but Aemond's face remained unchanged. Lucerys sighs, hugging his daughter one last time, inhaling her sweet childish scent, before slowly crawling out of her bed.

He stood proud and tall, ignoring Aemond's gaze, only looking back to see her sleeping figure, before leaving her room once again.

Outside the room, the guards followed the pair of dragons back to Lucerys' cage.

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When Alysanne woke up the next day, she wanted to cry, looking for her missing muña, his scent still on her bed, but his side was already cold. She knew it was foolish of her to hope he would stay for the night, that she would open her eyes to see him sleeping next to her. It had only happened on special occasions, like her name day, but she still hoped he would stay a little longer. She sighed unhappily, but she had to get up to start her lessons with the septas. She had to mentally restart counting again.

30 days before she gets to be with muña again. 30 days before they get to eat dinner as a family. 30 days. She only needed to wait for 30 days.

She hates it.

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Update: part 2

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➳ invisible ties. ksm

ೃ࿔₊• pairing | kim seungmin x gn!reader

not all childhood friends are known as such. those with invisible ties also exist, a bittersweet reminder of such friendship.

ೃ࿔₊• genre | hurt-comfort, sprinkle of angst, fluff(?), childhood friends to lovers, highschool au, popular!seungmin — 2.6k words

ೃ࿔₊• warnings | self doubt, a whole lot of doubts in general, misunderstandings (with a happy ending)

ೃ࿔₊• note | this is #1 on my skz as types of childhood friends to lovers series! tbh i didn't think i was going to like how i wrote this as much as i actually do but its one of my favorites now-

Seungmin had always been a talented guy. He had a knack for being good at whatever you would throw at him, proving to you that he could, in fact, probably do anything. But if there was one thing Seungmin was a total master at, it would be getting on people's good sides—heck, even just the bare minimum of gaining their attention. He was a shining star in everyone's eyes. That was the kind of guy Seungmin was.

So it was to absolutely no one's surprise that he was always considered popular, even as a kid in kindergarten.

That small neighborhood kindergarten was also where you met Seungmin. At the age of five, your little brain had already decided that making friends was a social construct, stubbornly refusing to interact with the other kids for more than three minutes. You were quite an interesting child, to say the least. And maybe that was why five-year-old Seungmin quickly took an interest in you—making it his life's goal to befriend the "shy kid" in class. The teachers would actually beg to differ with that title. You weren't shy, they said. Just "troubled."

As if that changed anything (and it really didn't.)

Yet, Seungmin did what no other kid would have dreamed of attempting, aka, interacting with you. And boy, did he do it with the passion of an Olympic athlete desperate for a medal. The five-year-old was determined to make you his friend—which, now that you think about it, maybe could have just been his pride; not wanting to accept that he couldn't charm someone. Kim Seungmin was the center of attention; that was just his natural role in life. But he stuck to his goal anyway, so you applaud him for his determination on that one. There were a lot of things to describe Seungmin, and being persistent was certainly on the list.

From sitting with you during activities to following you around on the playground, Seungmin would not leave you alone at all. He would trail behind you like a lost puppy (to be fair, he does resemble one) throughout most of the day, even though you barely looked back and acknowledged him. The only time you ever did so was when you got annoyed and told him to go away. And he did.

For about six minutes, before you had someone tailing you again.

One day, you'd just had enough of his antics, already planning to blow up without a single remorse on the poor guy to stop all this nonsense—up until he suddenly presented you with a pen with your favorite cartoon character on it, saying it was a gift he got you. Apparently, he begged his mom to buy it as a gift for you because you were the first thing he thought of the moment he saw the pen's design. Young you immediately felt so bad for plotting war on him only a few minutes back, your resolve folding only seconds later.

Seungmin wasn't that bad, you remember convincing yourself.

Your view of Seungmin turned a complete one-eighty after that event. It was then that you finally accepted his advances and allowed the friendship to start. Surprisingly, it survived past kindergarten all the way to elementary—something you probably should have expected since you even ended up in the same grade school (courtesy of your dear mother, who—like everyone else—took a liking to Seungmin and wanted you to keep being friends with him.)

Seungmin was as popular as ever, earning countless recognitions left and right for anything and everything under the sun. The complete opposite of you, who your classmates often forget was even there in the first place. You didn't mind, of course—still bearing the same mindset you had in kindergarten. As long as you had Seungmin, everything was fine. You didn't need anyone else; you'd already made it through life without your only friend before he even remembered your name. It's not like they were really needed.

Right?

That's what you originally thought, anyway. Yet, there was something you failed to notice up until the two of you reached middle school. And boy, were you in for a rude awakening. One that was worse than hearing your father turn the TV on at the break of dawn, with a volume louder than you flushing the toilet at midnight.

The first seed of doubt was planted during ninth grade, when you overheard a group of girls from your class talking about Seungmin. It wasn't long 'til you understood that they were his admirers, seeing as they were blatantly conversing about how Seungmin looked very attractive during baseball practice yesterday. How they could find him handsome in all his sweaty glory is beyond you. He honestly just looked like a whole bucket of water was dumped on him. But you guess there was always something for everyone, and continued to listen in. After all, even you knew that the Kim Seungmin of your school was pretty well-known as the "campus crush."

So when one of the girls mentioned wanting to give him a drink during today's practice break, you decided to give them money-worthy information—revealing your best friend's favorite drink. You knew that Seungmin wasn't very vocal about his own preferences, very much aware of how that would only cause more problems for him—his words, not yours. If his middle school fan club heard him complaining about them at the kitchen counter, shuddering over the sheer thought of what they could and are capable of doing, they'd be floored.

It was merely a short comment. "Seungmin likes coffee beverages," was all you inserted into their (rather loud) conversation. You had no particular expectation of the response you were going to get, but the one you actually got caught you off guard. That was because instead of focusing on the detail you had just dropped, they were more dumbfounded by the fact that you even knew that at all. What, did they think you were a stalker or something? Seungmin's fangirl deep inside? You knew what drinks he liked because he was your best friend—oh.

That was the exact moment you realized: in the eyes of almost everyone else, you and Seungmin had no connection other than being schoolmates in the same batch.

All your interactions with Seungmin were after school: you would go to school and home together, as well as hang out on free days. But you had little to no contact once you entered the school gates, which was where Seungmin normally bid you farewell to head straight towards his other friends. And that was fine with you. Not everything has to be shoved in people's faces.

You could survive even without your and Seungmin's friendship being public knowledge.

Except you soon come to the conclusion that you actually do—because that ugly green and sticky feeling in your stomach (which you later recognized as envy) was loudly screaming every time you heard one of his friends get addressed as "Seungmin's friend." Now, getting your identity watered down to being classified as merely a friend of another person is something that would greatly piss other people off, but you could care less. Your brain was experiencing tunnel vision on the fact that these people could be seen as Seungmin's friends by everyone else while you were stuck hiding in the shadows. It was eating you alive at that point; you wanted to stand right beside him too, like the "best friend" you claimed you were.

The ache grew even more during high school, when you found out you had formed romantic feelings towards Seungmin. It was sudden—or maybe not. Who knows? All you did know was that the realization crashed into you like a speeding bullet train. Seungmin wasn't even doing anything noteworthy—simply on the verge of dozing off during one of your many study sessions. But you found yourself focusing on little intricate details, such as the way he held the pen in a way that made him look like he was ready to write anytime in the next second despite his eyelids drooping oh-so-endearingly to the point that it warmed your heart (and face.)

Something about him that day was making you feel things you knew you shouldn't be feeling. And the mere knowledge of this terrified you, because how could you? If you couldn't even be known as his friend, how could you ever become his lover? And so you chose the most rational course of action.

To distance yourself from him.

Fine, maybe that wasn't the best decision you ever made. Especially not when the Kim Seungmin himself starts chasing you around school just to get you to talk to him. The whole deal greatly reminded you of your younger years, when it all started. And maybe that was why you folded once again, exactly like you did back then.

"Y/N, just talk to me," you remember his exhausted plea along the school's covered pathway, the one connected to the gym where the rest of your classmates were. Why was he even here? His class didn't have the same PE schedule as yours—if anything, you remember from the short conversation you had with Seungmin back at the start of the school year that they had math during this time (a detail you scolded yourself over, because why did you know that?)

His softening grip on your arm brought you back to reality, effectively making you turn and finally look at him. What you saw broke your heart entirely. Seungmin, the Kim Seungmin, campus crush, the main character of everyone's lives, was barely holding back his tears from escaping his glistening eyes, swirling with anxiousness and fear. "Did I do something wrong?" He asked in a fragile tone, his voice so small and soft it was practically a whisper—almost as if he were any louder, you'd fade away into the wind and leave him. "If I did, please tell me. I—I don't want to lose you," Seungmin choked out, the words feeling so heavy on his mouth. The same words he spent days dreading the implications of, nights he lost sleep over from the overwhelming emotion.

To you and everyone else who knew him, Kim Seungmin was a bright light. Yet, right now, only for your eyes—he was the dimmest he had ever been.

"No. There's nothing wrong," you lied through your teeth, tearing yourself apart inside for subjecting him to another kind of pain; one that he wasn't even aware of yet. All you had to do was cover it up with a white lie, "I was just—I was just being stupid. This thing... It was bothering me so much. So, I just wanted to be alone. That's all."

"I'm sorry," were the final words of your guilt-laced excuse. You didn't know how you even got through the whole thing. At this point, you don't even think you deserved to be called Seungmin's friend anymore. He trusted you, but you betrayed him with lies. Maybe the shadows really were the right place for you. A place where you could enjoy everything you desired, even in the midst of complete darkness.

These thoughts stayed as you relayed every single detail of your fully made-up concern to Seungmin after school.

Both of your lives returned to normal after that. Or at least, how normal it would be for you after the shocking revelation. You often found yourself worrying over almost everything, overthinking even the smallest of details. It certainly didn't help that Seungmin had been acting all weird lately—unconsciously avoiding your eyes when you spoke to him, and getting all fidgety when you two were alone. Maybe it was the weeks of silently doubting the validity of your friendship, or the dismay of feeling like he wanted to be anywhere else other than with you during your hangouts, that you finally burst out crying in front of him one day.

Seungmin was completely rattled, not expecting you to suddenly break down in his room while you two were watching a comedy movie. One would think that you were supposed to be laughing; that's because you actually should have been—not full on sobbing. Yet when he eventually got you to pour out everything you've been holding back, his mind went into static.

All he could say was that his thoughts greatly differed from yours.

This whole time, he believed that just like in kindergarten, you would have preferred him to stay away from you in school—wanting to attract as little attention as possible; something that was unavoidable if you were to be known as someone connected to him. So, for that reason, he kept his distance, opting to make up for the time you spent practically ignoring each other by walking you to and from school, treating you to small meals and snacks along the way, and hanging out whenever you both were free.

Don't get him wrong, though; his actions weren't just purely platonic. Seungmin had actually liked you since elementary school but decided to keep it to himself until you showed any signs of returning the sentiment. Admittedly, he first approached you with the aim of being friends for a petty reason. "Y/N doesn't seem to like you, Seungmin," he recalls as clearly as a bright day. The observation came from one of his classmates back in kindergarten, and as a child used to receiving only love, Seungmin was not about to accept not earning yours.

Yet, as time went on, he soon realized that you were the only one who actually stuck by him (aside from his family, of course.) Seungmin never wanted to admit it, but he grew quite attached to you—to the point that if someone asked him if he saw you in his future, he would one-hundred percent say yes without any hesitation at all.

You were a very precious person to him, and there was no denying it.

During elementary years, Seungmin's fondness turned into something more. He wasn't ignorant, even as a child; he knew well what crushes were and had no issue classifying you as his. At that time, though, just like any other kid, he didn't dwell too much on it—opting to enjoy growing up with you rather than bother himself with feelings that he believed didn't need to be complicated.

Seungmin's not-so-platonic emotions directed towards you were placed to the side, unmoving and silenced. It stayed there until high school—when they pushed their way back to the forefront of his mind, where there was no escaping it. The reason? Your decision to distance yourself from him.

In school was one thing, but for you to avoid him outside of it? Unheard of. There was only one time you two were separated for this long, and that was back before you even became friends. Seungmin was definitely suffering with each passing day, but he still chased you. Giving up was not a choice when you were probably hurting too. The thought pained him more than he wanted it to be.

Though the memory of him revealing his raw emotions to you in such a manner was sort of humiliating (but because it was you, he felt less judged); Seungmin didn't regret it one bit. Still, he found it hard to act normally after all that. Having his romantic feelings out in a place where he could barely contain them was more difficult than he thought. Every moment with you just felt so overwhelming—he had to restrain himself from smothering you in a tight hug and never letting you go.

But he didn't need to hide it anymore.

"You're worth more to me than you'll ever know," he says, cupping your face gently as you hiccup through muffled apologies, unable to stop the tears from streaming down your cheeks like waves. Seungmin placed a feathery kiss on your forehead, the unexpected feeling taking you out of your own spiraling thoughts of negativity to notice that his hands were trembling—along with his wavering voice. "I'm sorry too," he swallowed, sensing his emotions rising as a result of your sniffling. "I'll do my best to never let you feel that way again."

"So give us another chance, please."

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