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you knock on megumi's door, your heartbeat ringing loudly in your ears. you're not sure why you're so nervous. you and him have been dating for a few weeks now, but you can't help it. just the mere idea of him is enough to wake the butterflies in your stomach. It's odd to think of how you used to mistake these feelings for hatred. but you two are beyond that now; that part of your lives is over. megumi opens the door with a grin on his face, and it's off-putting to anyone but you—he can't not smile around you anymore.
"hey megs-"
your sentence is interrupted by him cupping your face and fervently locking his lips with yours. kissing you as hungrily and urgently, if not even more, as he did the night you confessed. you push him off of you.
"jeez, can you at least let me say hi first, stalker?"
"sorry," he says flippantly, not actually sorry at all, as his face flushes bright pink.
"so what's on the agenda today?" you ask as you walk past him into his house. "some more horror movies, maybe-"
megumi stops you in your tracks by grabbing you by your waist, his arms wrapping around you, and drawing you into him, your back flush against his chest. "are you gonna kiss me back yet? you already said hi."
"you're awfully affectionate today, megs." you swivel around in his hold to face him, pushing a few strands of his hair out of his face as you entreat, "let me guess yuji and nobara aren't home?"
megumi sheepishly averts his attention to the floor.
"knew it. I have to practically fight you just to get a kiss when they're here."
"it's embarrassing..."
you gawk, feigning offense. "oh, so loving me is embarrassing?"
his gaze snaps back to your face, worried you're serious, but when he sees the shit-eating grin you're adorning, megumi rolls his eyes. "ok, you know what I meant. stop it."
"I know," you say cheerfully, before finally leaning in and giving him what he wants—sort of. you purposely pull away the moment you feel him melt into and deepen the kiss.
"now chop chop, these movies won't watch themselves!"
"I hate you."
"oh, I'm sure you do, stalker."
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Inumaki, nobara, and yuji are all giggling like crazy as maki unlocks the door, while yuuta attempts to shush them, considering it’s late and they are trying to be stealthy here.
with the door now unlocked, maki doesn’t open it; instead, she turns around and scolds, “can you guys shut up?”
“oh, cmon, babe, aren’t you excited? we’re about to catch megumi and y/n being all lovey-dovey!” nobara pouts, suddenly hanging onto her girlfriend's arm like a koala.
"well, we’re not gonna catch anyone if you guys don’t be quiet,” yuuta quips under his breath.
maki nods. "thank you, yuuta.”
"you guys are no fun, oh my god,” Inumaki says through a quiet groan.
“for real!” yuji exclaims, slightly exasperated. “we didn’t suffer through weeks of them being insufferable just for us to never see them happy together!”
“do you think maybe this is why,” maki says, unimpressed.
“maki, my love, shut up,” nobara gruffs before placing a chaste kiss on maki’s cheek. "you're literally an accomplice right now, so don’t pretend you’re not trying to catch them being losers either... now open the door, cmon we’re wasting time!”
"yeah, megumi has probably already sensed our presence by now,“ yuji whines.
yuuta’s brows knit together, looking and sounding slightly concerned as he asks, “what?”
yuji shrugs nonchalantly. "yeah, I don't know; he has like a sixth sense.”
maki rolls her eyes. “or maybe it’s because you guys aren't discreet at all.”
“oh my fucking god, maki, just open the damn door,” Inumaki snaps. “all this yapping, and for what?”
nobara nods. “yeah, babe, listen to Inumaki.”
“dear lord, help us all,” maki murmurs quietly as she turns back toward the door.
the three of them are all attempting to control their giggles as maki and yuuta eye each other. yuuta merely shrugs, and maki sighs before quietly opening the front door. Immediately, it’s dark; the only light coming in is the porch light from the front door.
“are they not home?” yuji asks through a whisper, squinting as if that will speed up his eyes adjustment to the darkness.
nobara frowns. “they have to be; they said they would!”
“fuck, maybe they found us out,” Inumaki adds.
maki suggests blankly, “have we considered turning on a light yet, maybe.”
yuuta walks toward the light switch, mumbling, "I'll do it.”
It takes a minute for everyone's eyes to adjust, but once they do, everyone goes wide-eyed at the scene in front of them. you and megumi are asleep on the couch. you’re on top of him, lying on his chest, and buried in his arms. small content smiles on both of your faces.
yuji chokes back a squeal. “no way, no way, no way!!”
“oh my god, maki, hold me; I'm gonna collapse,” nobara quickly says before throwing herself into her girlfriend's arms.
maki stumbles slightly as she mutters, "I might collapse too; this is sickening.”
yuuta can’t help but smile. "aw, wait, this is so cute."
“right?” Inumaki instantly agrees. “look at them cuddling asleep, oh my god," he pauses momentarily. "I suddenly have the urge to kick y/n.”
maki’s glare practically burns holes into Inumaki. "don't you dare.”
"If you touch me, I'll kill you.”
everyone’s head snaps toward you, slightly startled from not expecting you to say anything considering you were asleep—or at least they thought you were.
“oh my god, haha!" Inumaki laughs nervously. “heyyy, we were just talking about you.”
you roll your eyes and slowly lift your head to look at all of them, before gently resting your chin back down on megumi’s chest. “you guys are so loud; maybe work on that next time you wanna spy on us.”
“we tried telling them to be quiet,” yuuta explains.
maki adds, “they don’t know what that is.”
you scoff, “clearly.”
“Is megs awake?” yuji asks.
“nope,” you say, quickly glancing at megumi, who’s still sound asleep. “you think I'd still be on his chest right now if he were?”
nobara half-shrugs in agreement. “you’re right, he’d go into cardiac arrest... shy ass bitch.”
you can't help but snort, which you immediately regret because megumi stirs awake.
“who are you talking to?” he slurs with his eyes still closed.
"shh, no one, go back to sleep,” you coo.
megumi’s face scrunches up, evidently suspicious, and the moment you see his eyes begin to open, you slap your hands over them.
“y/n, stop covering my eyes.”
"I don't know what you’re talking about.”
you barely have a second to process what's happening before megumi sits up, your hands dropping off his face as you grab onto his shirt to save yourself from falling. he also wraps his arms around your waist to help. now sitting up, with you in his lap, he looks around and finds the rest of the group smiling like idiots at the whole ordeal. megumi flushes deep red as he turns to look back at you, who’s smiling menacingly.
he gulps, not liking the way you’re looking at him. “y/n…”
although you’re already on his lap and in his arms, the force with which you slam yourself against him pushes him back down onto the couch, and now back in your original positions, you smother kisses all over his face. megumi somehow flushes an even darker red as he attempts to push you off him in embarrassment, and his embarrassment only grows worse when he can hear yuuta, yuji, Inumaki, and nobara either cooing or laughing while maki is pretending to gag.
"I thought you didn’t hate me anymore,” megumi asks through a pout, still attempting to evade your kisses.
"I don't,” you say before pressing your lips against his.
megumi kisses you back and uses the opportunity to snake his hands up and grab your face, pulling it away from his and effectively stopping you from kissing him anymore. “then why are you torturing me like this.”
you simply smile. “cause you're cute when you get all embarrassed.”
megumi pushes you off of him and onto the couch as he stands up, scoffing, “fuck off.”
you laugh as you sit up properly. "you wound me, stalker; I can feel my soulmate mark fading as we speak.”
megumi looks down at you blankly. “you're literally not funny. like at all.”
nobara seems to suddenly appear out of thin air by megumi’s side, slinging her arm over his shoulders as she coos, “and everyone booed when I said me and y/n would marry into the same family.”
maki rolls her eyes and pulls her girlfriend off megumi. “neither of us are married, nobara.”
“yet…”
megumi rolls his eyes. “shut up, nobara.”
yuji, who has just been enjoying recording the bickering between you and megumi up until now, lifts his head from his phone. “hey megs?”
“what?”
"have you told gojo anything? cause like he's asking me how you are, and I don't wanna spill the beans…”
"wow, you're closing your fat ass mouth for once?”
you don't hesitate to kick megumi in the shins for that and scold him through clenched teeth, telling him to be nice.
yuji is unphased. "don't play with me right now. your life is in my hands.”
megumi clears his throat. "...I'll text him.”
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Clematis - Anthony Bridgerton x Reader
Clematis (Clematis) - Meaning: Ingenuity, cleverness
Summary: Anthony's lover comes up with a way to see him after the ball.
Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Reader
Word Count: 1504
Warnings: SMUT, probably poorly written cunnilingus (F receiving), reader has female anatomy, Regency era gender politics, Anthony loves giving head
Day 15 and not sure how I feel about this one. Getting it in under the wire, it's almost midnight where I'm at. I just want a man to come in through my window and eat my 😼 okay???
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If this was how Anthony Bridgerton kissed, you couldn’t imagine how else he could make you feel. His lips were firm against yours, but gentle, coaxing, his large hands tracing down your neck and along the line of your decollete which made your breath hitch.
Part of the intoxication was the danger of the situation — you were the daughter of an Earl, a respectable lady of the Ton, and if you were discovered with Anthony Bridgerton’s hands and lips all over you, you would be ruined.
You broke the kiss, needing an influx of air or you would surely faint. Anthony rested his forehead against yours.
“I need you,” you breathed out, “Anthony, I need you.”
He ran a delicate finger down your chest, “Not here, dearest.”
“Then where? When?” You couldn’t help the whine that escaped you as you pressed your pliant body against his firm one.
He sighed, dropping his forehead to your shoulder. “If only I could whisk you away from here without drawing suspicion.”
An idea came to mind — it was risky, but if he agreed you could continue feeling like you were on fire, and oh, how you wanted to burn.
“Come to my home, tonight,” you whispered, gasping a little as his lips pressed against your neck, licking over your jeweled necklace. “There’s a trellis just under my window, you can climb right up.”
“You wish for me to defile you in your own bedroom?” Anthony growled against your neck, “Naughty girl.”
He agreed to the plan nonetheless, and you straightened yourself before heading back to your parents, claiming a headache and asking for the carriage.
“But dear, you haven’t danced with Lord Hollingsworth yet!” your Mama declared, having selected the oh-so-boring yet oh-so-available man as your best hope for marriage at the beginning of the season.
“Now, now Cecelia,” your Papa chimed in, “if the girl is unwell we shan’t force her to dance. I’ll call the carriage, dears, you two gather your things and say your goodbyes.” He nodded at you and ducked away, eager to get home as usual.
From across the ballroom, you caught Anthony’s eye and nodded slightly. He winked, sending the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. He was to give you ninety minutes to make sure your parents were asleep, then scale your trellis like a hero in a romantic novel.
Immediately upon your return home, you excused yourself upstairs. Your maid helped you undress, but you dismissed her quickly, claiming you could handle taking the pins out of your hair on your own. Over the next hour, you listened as your father retired to his study and your mother to her bedroom.
Once you were sure your parents were in for the night, you placed a candle in your window — his signal that the coast was clear. Unable to remain still, you started pacing your room. Would he show up or leave you twisting in the wind like this?
Only a few minutes of pacing later a knock came from your window. You dashed over, unlatching it and moving the candle for Anthony to pull himself up. He did so athletically, like letting a tiger into your bedroom. When he was inside, you closed the window and he was on you in a heartbeat, hot kisses along the back of your neck while his hands slid around your waist.
Your hand came up to grip the back of his head, your fingers lacing through his silken hair. You pressed back against him, turning your head to meet his lips with your own. He tasted like whiskey and sin. He spun you around in his grasp and tugged you close to him by your hips.
You gasped as you felt his cock pressing into your lower tummy — he was large. For a moment you hesitated, wondering how something so large would fit inside you, but Anthony’s insistent grip on your hips turned into him grabbing handfuls of your nightgown and pulling the cool silk up, up, up.
“You came,” you gasped breathlessly.
“You didn’t think I would? Tsk, tsk,” he joked, clicking his tongue at you. “My dear, now that I’ve had a taste, I cannot get enough.”
He emphasized his point by kissing your lips once again, licking his tongue into your mouth. You responded with a soft moan, which only seemed to spur him on.
Before you knew what was happening, Anthony had tossed you back onto your bed and was crawling over you, bringing the hem of your nightgown with him. Your breath hitched as you felt his warm, large fingers tracing trails of fire up your legs, teasing your wetness through your undergarments.
“May I taste you,” he asked, and you moaned your response which prompted him to stop his fingers only an inch from where you needed him most. Opening your eyes, you looked down at him and whined. He rose to meet your lips with his. “I need you to remain quiet, otherwise I will stop. And we don’t want that, sweet one, do we?”
Anything. Anything he wanted as long as he kept touching you. When he saw you nod, he hooked a finger beneath your gusset and ripped it, baring your wetness to him. With eyes dark as obsidian in the light of the single candle burning, he gazed up at you with such heat as you had never known.
He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, then licked a long stripe into you, sending a lightning bolt up your spine. His lips curled around your clit and you shuddered. A moan threatened to slip past your lips but you clamped your hand over your mouth to stop it. The noise was caught in your throat, fluttering like a canary in a cage.
Anthony hummed a, “good girl,” against you, making you clench around nothing.
You moved your hands, making an effort to keep your tone low, “More, please!”
You felt him smirk against you before he redoubled his efforts, this time breaching your entrance with a thick finger. Moaning at the intrusion, Anthony took this as an invitation to add another finger, stretching you deliciously.
You were close, so close, his fingers pumping and hitting a spot within you that you couldn’t reach, his tongue flicking against your clit. Each movement made the knot in your lower tummy tighten, threatening to snap at any moment.
“Anthony, please,” you whined, unable to control your volume.
He slowed his fingers and removed his mouth from you. “Quiet,” he hissed, “Or do you wish for your parents to find me here?”
Unconsciously, you clenched around his fingers. The danger of being caught added something you couldn’t name to the situation. Anthony smiled. “Mmm, does my sweet want to get caught?” He teased, and you clenched again, “I think she does. Such a wanton little strumpet, tempting me into a dark corner to kiss me, then inviting me to her bedchambers in the middle of the night, and squeezing my fingers at the thought of someone coming in…”
His words, said in his tantalizing baritone, were pushing you closer and closer to the edge. If only he would put his mouth to better use and—
As if reading your mind, his lips landed back on your clit and his fingers picked up their pace once more, again finding the spot within you that made you see stars with every pass.
You clamped your hands over your mouth again and moaned his name, which only spurred him on. He drove into you, his tongue and lips reciting an ode against you, dedicating it to you and your pleasure. Having the entire focus of this season’s most eligible bachelor was intoxicating to say the least — and inevitably what pushed you straight into your climax.
You writhed against him, held in place by his strong forearm as he worked you through your orgasm, the aftershocks lasting much longer than they normally did. Anthony remained between your legs and cleaned up every drop of your release before withdrawing.
The clock in the hall chimed thrice. Anthony joined you when you reached for him, kissing you deeply and letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You let your hand drift to the front of his trousers, palming his length until he guided your wrist away.
“As much as I wish for it, I have an early appointment and must be on my way.”
You pouted up at him, but he placed a sweet kiss to your forehead before slipping off the end of your bed with a promise to see you again soon.
You watched as he made his way back down the trellis. When he got to the bottom, he blew you a kiss before disappearing into the dark Mayfair night.
The early appointment Anthony had, you would find out later, was to meet with your father. He asked for your hand that afternoon. And, knowing what awaited you in your marital bed, you happily said yes.
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Blind Date
Me: “why the fuck is this fic taking so long to finish?”
The fic: *is the longest singular piece I’ve ever written for one chapter*
Pairing| John Price x F!Single Mom!Reader Rating| M Word Count| 8.4k Kinks/Content/Warnings| Drinking (everyone is clear headed), run ins with a shitty ex, mentions of abuse from prior relationship, these two are incredibly down bad for each other, oral (m! and f!receiving), protected piv, squirting
There is a certain catharsis in lamenting your dating horror stories with men to a married lesbian who’s over a decade older than you. Kate is always willing to lend an ear, and you’re positive that she gets a kick out of your misadventures in the way so many married people did while listening to their single friends.
“I swear I’m this close to just giving up all together and embracing spinsterhood,” you grouse with a drink in your hand after the work day had concluded.
You like to think your standards aren’t unreasonable. Someone kind, with their head on straight. It felt like finding a man who respects you as a person is becoming too big an ask and you very simply would rather be alone than deal with the endless hoard of men who seem hell bent on destroying any confidence you have in yourself.
“What about the guy you went out with yesterday?” Kate inquires with her head tilted. Must be fun, listening to your ramblings with a devoted partner at home.
“Oh did I not tell you? He was engaged!”
Kate pulls a face like her drink soured on her, matching how you’d felt at the time.
“Even better- guess how I found out he’s engaged.”
“She showed up at the restaurant?” Kate hits the nail on the head on the first try.
“Bingo,” you raise your glass in a gesture of affirmation before finishing it off. “Somehow I ended up being the one getting yelled at in that situation. Un-friggin-believable.”
You don’t abuse your work privileges to creep on people you meet in your personal life, but public record could have spared you if he’d been married. Harder to find out about an engagement from a total stranger who was determined to not let you find out about it and didn’t have social media.
“There’s always the other side,” Kate teases.
“Women scare me too much, I get all nervous.” You could appreciate an attractive woman as much as the next gal but good God you just could not help yourself when it came to men. The subtle way their breathing would change before they made their move, that low timber growling in your ear. The sheer weight of one on top of you as he manhandled you into the bedding-
Dear Lord, you need to get laid. Maybe you’re fixating on it too much because you’ve had an over 2 year dry spell. That tends to happen after a baby though. Especially with a pain in the ass ex who thinks he can pick and choose when to be around (and becomes absolutely incensed each time you remind him he could be consistent or he could stay home).
Kate is thoughtful for a moment, clearly kicking around an idea she hasn’t fully committed to in one direction or another. You can see the moment she decides to proceed with the thought. “Depending on what exactly you’re looking for, I might know someone.”
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And here you are on a Saturday night, nerves clawing at your belly like a rabid dog.
Most (well, all) of the men you’ve dated you met online. There’s almost additional butterflies beyond the first-meet jitters knowing that the date is set up by a mutual friend.
There’s more at stake, even if the stakes are relatively low pressure. If the guys you met online did something incredibly out of pocket you never had to see them again, and held no qualms divulging the events to friends. Your romantic life has been full of misadventures but has given you a handful of stories, and as strangers you never have to consider any possible fallout in telling those stories.
Your son is with your mother for the night, allowing you the opportunity to focus solely on yourself this evening. No concern about keeping an eye on him while getting ready, worrying about what possible trouble he’ll get into when your back is turned.
It is hard at times- striking that balance between wanting to be a good mom and also wanting to be acknowledged as a desirable woman who has needs. A lot of men are shitty about it. You’d grilled Kate for every detail of his reaction when being informed of your young son. You don’t need another ambush regarding your disinterest in making it work with your son’s father.
She’d soothed your nerves- he hadn’t batted an eye, was about as worried about your reaction to how often his job pulled him away as you were about him having a poor reaction to being a single mom. You both have responsibilities that have to be placed above a relationship, now go play nice and have fun.
You tell yourself you can have one drink while waiting at the bar of the restaurant you’d agreed to meet at.
White wine ends up being your pick- not quite so easy to suck down as a tasty cocktail full of liquor, but gives you something to occupy yourself with.
You’ve only had the drink a handful of minutes before hearing someone clear their throat slightly behind you, and then your name.
Kate has shown you a photo of what he looks like so you’re not caught off guard when you turn around.
He’s handsome. You expect that but it’s different seeing him opposed to just the photo. Kind eyes, a warm smile on his face as he takes you in.
At least you both seem pleased with the big reveal.
“I’ve got a table waiting for us if you’re ready, love.”
He holds out a hand to let you balance yourself as you dismount from the bar seating, allowing you to steady yourself in your heels.
His hand is warm on your waist as he guides you and you’re already smitten by the time the pair of you sit down.
You’re fifteen minutes into dinner when you decide that so long as he a) is willing and b) doesn’t say or do anything completely deranged, you are going to ride Captain John Price like a mechanical bull at a shitty dive bar at the end of the night.
Perhaps the bar is in hell but either way you have been utterly deprived the past few years and he is checking plenty of boxes for you.
“So you work with Kate?” Starting off on the easy footing- the common ground that leads you both here.
“I do. Not directly- I work more on the tech side. I’m an independent contractor, I basically built the entire system she runs off of.”
“Beauty and brains,” his praise warms you, an impressed expression on his face. “Would explain how we’ve never crossed paths if you were hiding in a backroom surrounded by monitors,” he teases.
“You’re actually not that far off the mark,” not that you hide persay, but keeping that contract keeps a roof over your head and food in your child’s mouth. That keeps you busy. The fewer people who know how to work your program, the harder you are to get rid of.
You may or may not have hidden a few kill switches. Job security you call it. Though it’s not exactly first date material to talk about how you’ve got a government agency in a mutual understanding- keep extending your contract, and the program continues to work.
Either way, you don’t have much contact with the soldiers. Maybe you have passed each other in the halls but probably not- you’re certain a face like that wouldn’t have escaped your notice, introduction via a mutual friend or no. But you decide to utilize that mutual friend to shift the conversation. He’s hedged around talking about his work- on his end, sees that as the thing that might be a deal breaker for you. Probably wants to delay that until you've at least gotten your entrees.
So you go from business to hobbies. And it’s probably not entirely fair, but you’re about to see what his sense of humor is.
“Kate mentioned you’re a big soccer fan?” You make sure your expression is wide and doe eyed as you ask the question.
His eyebrow twitches- caught, no doubt, between wanting to leave a good first impression and biting back it’s football over here, love.
You crack far quicker than you initially plan, the wide grin on your face as you let him off the hook he’s good naturedly trying not to bite.
“Beauty, brains, and a comedian, lucky me.”
“I’m sorry, I had to. In fact, it was in her terms for this,” you make a vague gesture with your hand.
“Trust Kate to wheel and deal just to get my blood pressure up,” he muses as he takes a sip from his drink.
The conversation rolls easily enough- an ebb and flow as one of you poses a question, the other answering before allowing the first to say their contribution to the subject and moving on.
He’s charming, attentive, and a good storyteller. The way he carries himself screams military without being overbearing. He’s relaxed back into his chair and something about the scene in front of you makes you want to climb into his lap like a domesticated house cat.
Being the field captain to a specialized task force it’s no shock that he’s in incredible shape and you find yourself slightly distracted on more than one occasion by his hands and forearms.
The food is wonderful though the company is better- you end up moving back to the bar for fresh drinks and to free up the table for the server.
You spend a good length of time just talking with him at the bar.
John’s attention is on you but it’s clear he’s proverbially chewing on something the further on you go.
“That is the look of someone with a question they’re not entirely positive they want an answer to,” you’ve got a habit of being a touch direct at times. Amazing how it streamlines a conversation though.
“Observant one, aren’t you?” He pauses, takes another sip of his drink. “It’s probably none of my business, but ah- is your son’s father in the picture at all?”
It was your turn to take a drink. This was always such a fun topic of conversation. Frankly the number of men who took your ex’s side when the whole custody arrangement gets brought up alarms you.
But he has a right to his son.
Fuck that.
Your child is not property and you do not give a singular shit about your ex’s feelings- especially if it comes at the expense of your son’s safety. But it saves you a substantial amount of time not wasting energy on someone who could not understand the reason for your decisions.
“The short answer to the question is no. I had already left him by the time I found out I was pregnant, and given I left because he’s a raging alcoholic- with the emphasis on the rage-,” what a nice, polite way to say he is an abusive asshole. Your gaze shifts down towards the bartop, missing the way John’s expression softens as he reads between the lines of what you say. They’re not pleasant memories, but you’re not a wounded bird anymore- you’ve tended to your clipped wings and grown new feathers. “I didn’t want him involved.”
“He ended up finding out from a mutual acquaintance, and while he claims he wants to be around, he hasn’t done much other than blow my phone up at midnight trying to throw his weight around every time he gets a new girlfriend. So I get to be the cold blooded harpy that he gets to cry about- which is fine by me. On paper he says he wants to be involved, but he’s made absolutely no effort to arrange plans or anything while sober. I haven’t seen him in over 2 years. I can’t trust him to be a safe parent, and since he’s not on any official records I get final say unless he wants to go to court over it.”
Your whole little house of cards hinges on the fact that your ex wants everyone to bend over backwards for him while doing nothing for anyone else. All it would take would be one subpoena for a paternity test and your hands would be tied. He is an incredibly functional alcoholic, so there isn’t a criminal record or anything you can do to prove he would be unfit. There’s no proof of the abuse he inflicted on you.
Which means, if push comes to shove, you would be forced to relinquish sole custody and hand your child over for unsupervised visitation.
But that requires effort on his part. And that effort is the only thing keeping your little house of cards afloat.
“Sorry that’s probably way more information than you wanted-“ good job. Everything was going great until you laid out your drama.
“No apology necessary; I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know.”
And there’s no lecture about how you should give your ex a chance, that the opportunity to raise his son could make him change for the better. No dissertation on how you owe it to your son to do whatever it took to make things work with his father (that had been a weird way to end a date, and the only reason you hadn’t gotten up sooner and left was because it was such a bizarre conversation you’d half convinced yourself the whole thing had to be a bad dream).
You’re not a wounded bird and on the one hand it’s a good thing to get everything laid out on the table, but on the other you don’t want to sit and mope about your personal troubles. You’re actually enjoying John Price’s company, and don’t want to think about your problems.
And yes you are enjoying the time for what it is but part of you can’t help but also keep an eye out for… any opportunities for a transition.
As hot under the collar as you are, John’s gaze makes warmth coil in your gut in a way that has nothing to do with the wine- he’s being a gentleman.
It’s sweet. He’s being polite and respectful and showing sexual discipline while making it clear he’s interested.
And for all your bemoaning of prior dates with other men who aren’t captains of specialized task forces about how they were too pushy and too presumptuous and a nice dinner paired with drinks doesn’t entitle them to you dropping your panties—
Yet here you sit, hours into a conversation when you’d decided 15 minutes in you want to jump his bones. And you have to be patient otherwise you’re a total hypocrite.
You’re not entirely subtle. The pair of you are perched on barstools again, much closer than the table allowed you to be with the two of you angled towards each other.
Your dress looks good on you. A jewel toned blue that compliments your skin beautifully, the hemline stopping above your knees and loose enough to bounce tantalizingly when you hit your stride walking.
It’s not exactly an olive branch, but it is an offering of sorts when you carefully take the leg closest to John and cross it over the other. The hemline of your skirt slips up your thigh, exposing more of your leg. It stops just shy of exposing the top of your stockings and the clip to your garter. It does show just a hint of the darker border to your stockings, the lace peeking ever so slightly before transitioning to the sheer material that covers the rest of your legs.
You’re incredibly pleased with yourself when his eyes flick down for a split second and linger before snapping back to your face. Got you. He tries to hide behind being caught with a sheepish clearing of his throat. It’s adorable, really.
Your cheeks are starting to get sore from all the smiling and laughing that’s occurred over the past few hours. But he’s pleasant company so it’s a discomfort you’re happy to deal with.
You look past him for a split second- nothing in particular catching your attention but just taking in the scenery of the restaurant behind you. Your eyes are back on him in a moment only for your brain to process what it saw after a delay.
There’s no fucking way-
Yes. Yes there is. Your ex is mingling in the background, and you don’t even realize the smile on your face has fallen to a flat line like all the previous giddiness is draining out of you and pooling on the floor below.
It would not take a captain of an antiterrorism task force to see your sharp shift in disposition, so John notices immediately.
“Everything alright, love?”
Maybe he won’t see you. Maybe, if there is a God and he is merciful, your ex won’t look in your direction, won’t see you, and you can continue your cheerful plan of trying to seduce your date.
And whether there is not a God or he is just not merciful- either option remains with you having the same shit result. He turns his head and makes direct eye contact. God damn it.
You look back to John. You’d hoped you could move past talking about your ex for the evening. “Remember how I said I haven’t seen my ex in over 2 years?”
There’s a twinge of relief on his face- the look of a man grateful to not be the cause of your displeasure.
“Let me guess- he’s right behind me?”
“Not quite “right behind”, but yes. Hopefully he’ll just-“ a short huff off agitation leaves you as you cut yourself off.
So much for hoping he’d simply mind his business and stay with his group. He’s making his way towards the pair of you at the bar, and you can tell he’s had a good number of drinks in his system just looking at him.
You’d become extremely proficient at gauging how drunk your ex is at a glance. A skill you developed while still with him and one that doesn’t seem to have faded.
This is, you know without question, going to end up being absolutely humiliating for you. You just know it.
“I am going to go ahead and apologize now for whatever is going to come out of his mouth,” you inform John.
His hand finds your knee, giving a light, reassuring squeeze. “It’ll be alright, love.”
“Well what do we have here?” is the warning shot letting you know he’s not going to show any form of civility.
“Hello, Michael,” you greet cooly, mind spinning a hundred miles an hour trying to figure out how to end this conversation as quickly as possible.
“You don’t have time to answer my texts but you’ve got time to go out. That’s good. Good to know you’ve got your priorities in order,” he starts.
“Answering your texts isn’t even remotely on my priority list, you know that.” You’re trying incredibly hard to keep yourself from being outright nasty but a whole lot of old wounds float up to the surface at the sight of your ex.
Maybe your new feathers aren’t as filled out as you’d initially thought. You feel raw and exposed and it’s difficult to think. You know what you should do, how you should handle it- and there’s still that one little part in your brain that is keeping tabs on John and his response to all of this.
“Your priority should be my son-“ he starts,
“-who is with his perfectly capable grandmother for the evening, thank you,” you finish for him, jaw set tightly. “Why are you here?”
The direct question is aggressive but you know the cycle with him too well to allow him to steer the conversation. He’ll run you in circle after circle until you’re so frazzled you can’t discern left from right.
“Can’t say hello and introduce myself to your new fella? Come on now, where’s your manners?”
Your eyes widen as Michael reaches a hand out- there is no way this asshole is about to grab you in public.
Quick as a snake, John runs interference and drapes his arm across the back of your chair, his fingers holding the shoulder furthest from him lightly.
The entire length of your back and shoulders are blocked by the SAS captain, forcing Michael’s hand back as there was no easy place for it to land that wouldn’t also be touching John.
Up until now, John has been quiet and assessing the situation. Not bowing up or trying to assert himself- letting you deal with your ex and navigate the situation for yourself.
The look on his face is downright unpleasant to put lightly. This is the man in charge of an elite task force, who barks orders at soldiers who drop everything at once because he told them to-
-and you don’t feel so exposed anymore. You find yourself sitting up a bit straighter only for John to gently stroke his knuckles against your shoulder in a soothing gesture. The gesture isn’t a miraculously grand one, but one that makes you realize you’re not alone in this situation even as disorienting as it is. And if you’re being honest with yourself, the upright posture and shifting of your thighs isn’t so much a stress response to your ex as you keying in on John’s response to the whole situation.
“John, Michael- Michael, John. There, now you’re introduced.” Go away now please.
Your ex is too drunk and too full of himself to see the writing on the wall, and continues to poke the bear. “Well, since she doesn’t seem to want to give a proper introduction-“ he sticks an arm out, and you can’t help but notice how the simple gesture causes him to need to correct his balance. Good lord it was barely dark out and he’s already-
Well. Not your problem. Not anymore, at any rate.
John is sitting to your left, his right arm the one that’s draped across the back of your chair. The pair of you flash a quick look to each other, John lifting his arm from your chair to take Michael’s hand and-
God.
Damn.
It.
The exchange is actually as hilarious as it is embarrassing (You can’t quite decide if it’s all the second hand cringe variety, or first hand because Look, John! Here’s the father of my child! I sure know how to pick a partner! Is still coiling in the depths of your stomach). You’d prefer if it simply never occurred at all.
You can see your ex’s forearm flexing as he shakes John’s hand. The microexpression that flicks across your date’s face confirms your suspicion- Michael is (for some reason) trying to use an overexaggerated grip to establish some sort of dominance in the situation.
The quick really? that reads on John’s face rapidly turns to a bemused and subtle if that’s how you want to play then, a barely noticeable shift in his own grip resulting in Michael wincing.
“Captain John Price,” his tone is easy, betraying none of the pissing contest your ex instigated and is failing miserably to get one over on John.
Your ex mumbles his full name, clearly realizing that whatever his brilliant little plan is a) isn’t so brilliant to begin with b) he might just be alert enough to acknowledge the fact that he clearly has no true plan. He came over with the intention of being an asshole and has been flying blind the entire time.
There’s one woman from the group your ex split off from who is watching the three of you keenly. If you were to guess, she is probably his new girlfriend.
You can’t help but wonder- does she know enough to know that this is routine behavior for him? That he throws himself headfirst into a situation he hasn’t planned out- isn’t sober enough to plan out? Situations that don’t need to occur just so he can throw his weight around? Too petty to give a genuine “Hello, how are you? It’s been a while. I want to talk to you about Sam when we’ve both got some free time?”
Everything is vindictive. Constantly worrying about not being undermined and being respected to the point he gets in his own way. Actively sabotages his own opportunities. In dire need of therapy to work through his issues because you know the alcohol is how he copes and you’d sympathized at first but the reasons became excuses and then he’d started blaming you and-
-John places his arm on the back of your chair again and you pull yourself out of your mental spiral.
“I think your date is waiting for you, Michael. Best not to keep the lady waiting.” John observes, his tone neutral despite being a clear dismissal.
“You’ll be hearing from me later. I want to see my son.” Michael’s ignoring John’s presence but taking the hint.
You don’t fling a final barb at him. The venom has been drained out of you and you just want the interaction over and done with. Let him have the last word. You just want him gone.
You merely cast a look over at the woman who is Michael’s date for the evening and hope she’s got better sense than you did- that she leaves before he sinks his claws in her too.
The weight that settled in your stomach upon first seeing him is finally lightening up on you. You know you’ll wake up tomorrow to a barrage of phone calls and text messages that you won’t answer. It’s probably not good you’re so desensitized to the idea that it barely registers as a problem. Merely one of life’s many inconveniences.
“You alright, love?” John’s voice helps you shake the last of the tendrils that cling to you.
“Yes. Sorry. Wasn’t expecting to run into him of all people tonight, is all.”
“Never fun being ambushed, is it?”
You take a bit of a risk- you know enough about his job but he’s steered the conversation away from it every time the topic would naturally shift that direction. You know how Kate’s work can go and you assume his is very similar. “Well you’d certainly know more about that than I would.”
It works. The two of you break out in grins, and you find yourself no longer worrying about Michael and your focus readily settling back on John where it belongs.
At some point- long after the single cube in John’s drink has melted, and the condensation of your wine glass has soaked the bev nap underneath it, and more importantly long enough that you don’t feel that you’re fleeing the restaurant- the suggestion is made to go back to John’s. “No more surprises, hm?”
You gladly follow him. You’d taken an Uber to get to the restaurant, anticipating drinking and hoping to go home with him, so you have no worries about your own car.
You can easily see him being the type to give you a quick, chaste kiss on the doorstep after safely dropping you at home. In another universe you’d appreciate the restraint, enjoy fleeting touches over the course of a few dates that get more intense each time before finally finding yourself in his bed.
In this universe however, you don’t have to wait. Don’t want to, either. You get to indulge your earlier impulse of crawling into his lap, knees spread wide on either side of his waist. Lowering your hips allows you to feel him and what exactly he’s packing between his own legs. Your hips cant in short motions and heat coils heavy in your gut.
From the feel of things he’s proportional and John is not a small man. There’s a brief flicker that runs through your mind that you might be in over your head with him. The pent up lust and desire stifles that flicker. You’re more than game to see what a night with him ends up being like.
His hands are warm against your skin- one cupping the back of your head and keeping you close as the pair of you make out, the other settles on your hip and keeps you steady as you grind down on him.
You are possessed with the desire to get his cock in your mouth.
It’s cute how his face follows yours as you pull away from him.
“Help me with my dress?” Your question is perfectly innocent as you turn your back to him, presenting the zipper that runs down the length of your back.
His pleased laugh warms you, a shiver of desire and anticipation running down your spine as his breath fans across the back of your neck.
You’ve got a surprise waiting for him underneath your dress, partially revealed as one of his hands holds the top of the dress steady while the other draws the zipper down.
You gave him the hint you were wearing stockings when you’d baited him back at the restaurant, letting the heavy fabric of the dress fall to a heap around you before kicking it off to one side.
Turning back to face him, John seems quite enraptured with his surprise.
The lingerie set is a matching shade as your jewel toned dress, the garter belt clipping to the sheer black thigh high stockings.
There’s always that split second hesitation when revealing yourself to someone- the anxiety of if they’ll be pleased with what’s presented to them.
John is the first person you’ve been with since you’ve had your child, and the slight anxiety quells quickly at the look on his face.
John looks like he wants to eat you alive. Any insecurity is knocked firmly aside by desire quickly ramping back up.
Placing one hand on his thigh to steady yourself as you lift a leg to take your shoe off, John is quick to stop you. “Leave them on for now, love.”
It’s a request but it’s not. Really that doesn’t surprise you- he is someone who is likely used to having his whims accommodated to. You find yourself having no urge to defy him, nodding in compliance. If John wants your heels to stay on, then they’ll stay.
He guides you between his legs, enough space between his knees for you to slot yourself in. With him sitting on the bed he’s shorter than you standing straight up in your heels. Bending down to give a quick, teasing kiss you let yourself drop to your own knees.
“You don’t have to-“
“I want to,” you assure him with doe eyes and are rewarded with him settling into the bed as your hands go to work on his belt.
Unable to resist teasing him, you mouth at his bulge through the thick fabric of his pants. You’re rewarded with a soft cant of his hips, having his belt undone and working on the button and zip of his pants in record time.
Your earlier suspicions are correct. John is a big boy in more ways than one. You want him in your mouth- now.
While you’re occupying yourself with getting his pants off, John shucks his shirt and shoes.
He is, simply put, delicious to look at. From the broad muscling to the thick dark hair running from his chest down his abdomen. He doesn’t have the hard chiseled abs of a man who lives in the gym but the sturdy build that comes from having useful, functional muscle that’s put to work.
And that’s incredibly hot. He’s girthy as hell in your hand as you give a few strokes before putting your mouth on him.
You’re not entirely certain if deep throating him is going to be an option, but by God you’re going to try.
“Bloody hell, love.” John grunts while you bob your head up and down the length of him. You’re gauging just how much of him you can get in your mouth- where your threshold is before your gag reflex wants to kick in.
He’s petting you. Doubtless trying to fight the urge to fist your hair, his hips struggling to stay still on the bed.
You want him to. You feel feral, all the pent up sexual energy you’ve been storing for God-knows-how-long welling up all at once. You want this man carnally and your brain presently thinks having your hair held in place and your throat fucked is a fantastic idea.
John clearly has other plans, restraining himself and letting you work at your own pace. That low, deep breathing paired with his soft grunts and voiced encouragements stoke the flames of your arousal hotter.
Eventually you do need air, pulling off of him for a moment. Your hand works his shaft and teases the tip of him as you lean forward to run your tongue up and down the length of him, dropping a bit lower to lave at his heavy sac. He jolts which only encourages you to do it again.
You know your eyes are one of your better features- you’ve heard the compliment enough times both in and out of the bedroom, holding John’s gaze as you lick him back up the length of his shaft and circle the head once before having caught your breath enough to wrap your lips around him once more.
The second time around you’re able to get a bit more of him down your throat, but not all the way. What you can’t reach you stroke with one hand, the other resting on his thigh to help balance yourself as you work. You can feel the tension building in his thigh as he gets closer, pleased with yourself.
It’s a heady feeling. You don’t know exactly all the dirty details of his job but understand enough to know you’ve got a powerful man at your whim right now and that scratches a deep seated itch in you.
“Good girl,” his praise washes over you, warm and welcoming. “Just like that-“
You’re intent on sucking the soul out of him, all doe eyes and hollowed cheeks with those painted red lips. Eventually he gives into the urge to grab a fistful of your hair. He doesn’t do anything to interrupt the rhythm you’ve settled into, letting you move as you see fit.
He bites out your name and you feel the muscles in his leg drawn tight. “I’m getting close, love.”
It’s not quite a question. You give your not-answer by doubling down on him. You’re so close to having him in your mouth all the way to the base. You don’t want to back off. What you do want is for him to finish down your throat.
You get your wish. John’s fist tightens and you let out a grunt as his thrusting results in your nose pressed against his public bone.
The taste of him doesn’t really register as he spills inside your mouth, your focus on breathing through your nose and keeping your gag reflex down.
He’s petting your hair again, praises falling freely from him and soft apologizes. “Lost myself for a moment there, love. You alright?”
You keep your mouth hilted on him for a moment to prove a point- you’re fine, he didn’t push you past threshold- before finally releasing his softening cock.
He’s pulling you up to him after that, an open mouthed kiss that flusters you considering he just came in your mouth. “You’re just a treasure,” his voice purrs in your ear. “Only fair I return the favor, hm?”
He guides you to lay on the bed, knees hanging over the edge before he turns to settle between your legs.
He starts at your neck. You’re ticklish at one spot his lips, squirming in his hold with a giggle. “Sensitive, hm?”
You nod out a “mhm,” that breaks into a breathy moan as he works his way down your chest. Rather than removing your bra his hands work to pull your breasts free from the cups before paying particular attention to your nipples.
His hands are warm as they roam your ribcage, the heat of his body seeping through the lace of your outfit as his fingers trail across your skin and the delicate material.
“You’re so soft, love,” you don’t quite know how to respond to the compliment, mewling wordlessly in pleasure at the attention.
That seems to appease him as he kisses his way down your sternum and to your belly, the expanse of most of it covered by the fabric of the garter belt.
His eyes flick up to your own as his lips travel closer to the apex of your thighs. Where you’ve been lying patient and pliant in his grasp, the eye contact draws something tight in your core and you squirm again.
The next thing you feel is teeth as he nips you. “Be a good girl for me,” he tells you, soothing the soft throb of his bite with his tongue.
You force yourself to still as he moves lower, lower, lower- taking his time and having you thoroughly worked up before moving to the next patch of skin.
When he’s down far enough he slides one of your thighs over his shoulder, that arm looping under your arm and banding across your abdomen.
It’s his turn now to mouth at your clothed sex.
He pulls the gusset of your thong aside after a moment of teasing, his lips descending on you.
“Oh,” your hand immediately finds purchase in his hair, a pleased whimper escaping you at the feel of John’s tongue.
John feasts on you. There’s not much else that can be done to describe it. It’s lewd and wet as he laps at you, the flesh of his tongue doing little to soothe the burning ache inside you and only ramping it up.
Those eyes are wicked as he gazes up at you from between your thighs. The hand resting on your lower stomach is pressing ever so lightly, like John wants the pressure there but not too much yet and you’re once again struck with the idea you might be in over your head with him.
“John, please,” you beg. It feels good but you need more, lust clouding your brain as your hips rock against his face.
“You need to be patient, love. I’ll take care of you. Just relax, hm?”
It dawns on you that he’s probably running down the clock until his refractory period is up. That he doesn’t want to get you going too quick and then be stuck not quite ready to perform.
It’s an assumption, and you’re not 100% sure that you’re correct, but it’s a solid enough option that you move forward with that in mind.
The thought almost makes it easier to relax into the bed- the idea that John is going to pleasure you with his mouth until enough time has passed and he can get it up again. That he’s not just mindlessly toying with you with no end goal in mind.
It feels good you’re just stuck being greedy and wanting more stimulation despite knowing that won’t happen until John decides he’s ready to give you more.
You almost jump when the fingers you’ve been waiting for make their presence known. His mouth moves to focus on your clit, lips making a seal and sucking on it. You cry out, hips canting as his fingers gently rub at your labia.
He starts with one, gently sliding it in and out of you. Your back arches in satisfaction of having something to clench on and rub against. It’s more satisfying than just one of your own- that was for sure.
“That’s it love,” John praises you while easing a second one into you.
The second finger is what you were looking for, stimulation wise. John pets and strokes you, thumb gently working over your clit in soft circles before putting his mouth back on you.
He doesn’t just find your g-spot. John’s fingers are placed so they hone in on that spongy bit of tissue tucked inside you. He doesn’t let up on it, tongue working on your clit as you arch your back helplessly and moan.
That pressure is back on your abdomen, the hand not currently stroking you to nirvana pressing down on your belly.
You moan and buck against his hold. Your orgasm is creeping up on you and it’s like he’s determined to make you squirt.
“You keep that up and I’m gonna make a mess,” you warn him- not entirely certain how he’ll respond to the prospect of you squirting on his face.
John looks delighted and you realize that yes, you are in over your head with him.
There’s a mischievous glint in his eye as he pulls back from you, “You promise, love? Don’t tease me.”
Oh dear God- Next thing you know he’s reaching over you to pull a pillow from the top of the bed, wedging it underneath your hips before returning to his place between your thighs.
You’re flustered at how eager he is to see you squirt. His mouth is back on you, sucking on your clit and making your legs shake as two fingers go right back to abusing your g-spot, his free hand pressing on your belly increasing the pressure that is mounting by the second.
There’s nothing else for you to do but grab a fistful of his hair and hang on. “Please- oh! J-John! Right there,” at your encouragement he locks in on the spot that’s got you arching your back and your thighs trembling.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Show me,” he’s moaning encourments against your skin and you feel like a bow drawn tight and ready to snap. You’re so, so close.
The sounds he draws out of you- both from your mouth and between your legs- are filthy and vulgar and you don’t care at all as he gets you teetering just on the edge.
You’re practically gasping for breath, eyes screwing shut as the hand not buried in John’s hair fists the sheets next to you. You babble his name, chants of John all your brain can muster.
All that pressure coiling in you snaps and gushes out, literally and metaphorically.
“Good girl, making such a mess for me,” John’s praise has you flushing hot while his fingers work you like he’s making sure he can wring out every single last drop.
He stops when you have nothing left to give him, a trembling mess shivering in his hold.
Your brain at some point made the windows shut down noise, needing a moment to settle as you process what John just did to you.
This is the hardest you’ve cum in ages, certainly better than the orgasms you’ve given yourself during your little dry spell.
You return to the land of the living with his lips on yours, tasting yourself as he soothingly strokes your side. “You back with me?” He asks, eliciting a nod from you.
“Please tell me you have a condom,” your tone is pleading. You still want to ride him but you’ve learned your lesson about practicing safe sex. Once was, in fact, all it took for things to go off the rail.
“I do,” he stands, moving to the nightstand and opening a drawer.
Now that your legs feel somewhat compliant you sit yourself back up.
No sooner than John’s got the condom on then you’re guiding him back down, having him lay on the edge of the bed.
It takes a bit of maneuvering, getting yourself situated so your heels don’t catch on his sheets, but you’re straddling him with the leg closest to the edge of the bed hanging over the side as the opposite leg folds underneath you. You hover over him while getting everything lined up. The position of your legs allows you to alternate which one is supporting the brunt of your weight, a factor that is going to be fairly important once you’ve hilted yourself on John.
Even with how pliant your body is it takes a moment for the head of him to breach you.
“Oh,” you let out a breath as you sink down on him. You’re not able to get all the way to the base of him on the first go, getting your weight underneath yourself and lifting almost completely off of him before dropping down again. You get a little further this time, a moan escaping you.
“That’s it, love. Nice and easy,” his voice coos in your ear, that low timber having you liable to melt.
He’s thick. Not in a way that’s insurmountable to manage, but you have absolutely no complaints with how he fills you and anticipate being pleasantly sore in the morning.
Two more slow bounces have you sinking low enough to hilt yourself on him, taking a moment to enjoy the sensation of sitting fully on his lap.
One of his hands braces on your hip, the other his thumb circles your clit. You squirm at the stimuli, relishing in the feel of him before getting to work.
This is what you’ve been drooling over all night. Your reward is very well earned in your opinion. Moaning lowly as you bounce up and down, your movements are initially slow and languid but pick up speed as you get your bearings. John’s heavy exhales and grunts when you clench only serve to wind you tighter.
“You feel good, pretty girl? Hm? You like bouncing on my cock?”
You flush- a ridiculous notion given how you’re quite literally hilted on his dick-, face hot from the dirty talk.
The hand on your hip helps guide you to a pace that’s pleasurable for the both of you, eyes rolling as he thrusts his hips in a way that makes you see stars. “Yes! John- yes! Oh it feels so good,” your voice a low purr as he delivers on every fantasy you’ve had this evening.
The stretch of him in you feels absolutely incredible, knocking the air out of you on each bounce. It doesn’t take long until that knot begins to form again, growing steadily as you rise and fall in his lap. The press of his finger circling your clit draws staggered moans, bracing on him for support.
“Been thinking about this all night,” John grits out. “Wanted to flip you over the bar top and have my way with you right there on the dining room floor.”
You moan at the confession, feeling less like a rabid dog with no impulse control now you know you’re not alone in the intense desire that had struck once you’d laid eyes on him.
“Probably wouldn’t have- ah! st-stopped you,” you tell him. The grip on your hip tightens at that, another moan escaping you as you bounce on him.
Your eyes roll in pleasure, cunt practically fluttering from the way he keeps getting you to clench. The thickness of his girth doesn’t just let him keep hitting that spot in you with lift of your hips so much as the mushroom tipped head of his cock drags across it.
“Aren’t you just a fucking treasure,” he praises.
Your thighs are burning, eased by the position of your legs and John’s grip helping you but becoming more present with each wet clap of your sex against his lap. It almost helps you tip closer to another climax.
Your eyes squeeze shut, a staggered breath escaping you.
“Eyes on me,” he tells you and you comply immediately.
“John, please I’m so close,” your thighs are shaking again, threatening your already precarious balance.
“You need more, pretty girl?”
You shake your head. “No-no. Just don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”
And bless him, he doesn’t do anything to fuck up your rhythm. The fingers circling your clit keep the same tempo and pressure perfectly, his free hand still helping guide you up and out of his lap before sitting you back down.
You know you’re about to come but are caught off guard by how sharp it is as you squirt for a second time.
The sight of you spurting across his abdomen nearly severs any control John has left. The next thing you know John’s abandoned your overstimulated clit in favor of rolling you onto your back, your heels clattering to the floor from the motion. Your legs go instinctively to clamp around his waist for security- only one of them does, the other stopped by wet fingers gripping your thigh by your knee as he spreads you open. His weight is held on the forearm bracing next to your head by the time you process the shift in position.
“You alright, pretty girl?”
You can’t quite get your words out but manage a nod. “Ye-yeah,” you eventually stagger out as he waits for a verbal confirmation.
With the comfort that you were fine, that gives John the assurance he needs to seek his own pleasure.
More than satisfied with your two climaxes, you lay limp and pliant in his grasp while he chases his own end.
The wet squelch of his cock splitting you open with each thrust was loud and obscene although you were too far gone in the blissed out pleasure to care. Your whole body feels delightfully tingly, your head swimming pleasantly.
You clench down on him a few times, more for his benefit than anything else. You’re spent but more than willing to help him across the finish line as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, muttering praises that are punctured with short, sharp thrusts before he stiffens as his own climax hits.
The two of you have both broken into a light sheen of sweat by the end of things. After a moment to recuperate John stands with a “I’ll be right back.” (And you unabashedly enjoy the view of his ass while he retreats to the bathroom.)
True to his word he returns shortly, evidently having disposed of the condom with a towel in hand for you.
The pair of you get yourselves clean and sorted. Before you can decide how you want to ask, John seems to already know what the question is.
“You don’t need to leave, do you?”
Again it’s not entirely a question, but still gives you an out if you want to take it.
You don't want to take the out.
#john price x reader#captain john price#john price#x single mom reader#cod x reader#cod mwii#my writing#now I gotta name this bitch because I totally plan on a whole series and the other characters can’t be calling her love all the time lmao#i wrote and coded this whole thing on my phone because my laptop has once again quit on me
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To whoever brought up breeding kink Chris…I love you. [NSFW warning!]
He’d definitely keep it on the low at first, but as you two got married and stuff, that’s when it really came out. That man would go FERAL. He wouldn’t let you leave until he practically made your mind all mush, mumbling and crying out random things.
Oh, but once you got pregnant and your belly got all full? The two of you would turn into rabbits. He just loved seeing your belly all big, and he especially loved seeing those perky tits of yours bounce up and down when you’d try to ride his dick. All swollen and full of milk. It was especially cute when you’d have to take little 5 seconds breaks once in a while, being pregnant and having sex was tiring, okay?
Let’s be honest—You’d be a pillow princess all your pregnancy, there were days your hormones would go crazy and you’d be soooooo horny, but you were just too tired and pregnancy to move around. This eventually led to Chris accommodating to your princess needs, fucking you as you laid on your side and let out little whimpers and moans. Prompting his hand to cover your mouth, trying to shush you to not wake up Ollie, he was asleep just right down the hall. Oh my goodness. How he’d grunt into your ear, and mumble ‘Fuck…’ under his breath…Butterflies in my tummy!!!
He’d also like fucking you while you laid on your back, that man would love seeing your face as he fucked you. Especially because he loved watching you slowly turn into a mess, begging him to stop because it just felt too good! Tears streaming down your face from all the pleasure and overstimulation, rambling on about how it felt so good, how you couldn’t take it anymore, but he knew you could. As soon as he filled you up and the two of you were satisfied, he’d pull out and watch his cum drip from your hole. How you’d try and catch your breath as he slowly pushed some dripping liquid back inside, not wanting to waste a single drop.
Of course he’d make sure you were okay. Asking you if he went too far, or if he hurt you in any way. But you’d just shake your head and snuggle up against him. Your breathing slowing down as he peppered you with love and kisses, like a good man does. He’d just look down to see you fast asleep against his chest, he’d smile, then doze off himself.
- Anon! 🎀
(I just finished cross posting a fic on a03 and come back to this!? I'M BLESSED!! Def adding onto this.)
CW: Praise Kink, dumbification, and daddy kink
(Everyday I stray further from God's light...)
Chris had no idea he had a daddy kink. Not until he started getting referred to as daddy. You'd obviously calling him that when talking to Ollie or to the baby but on occasion you'd slip up and call him daddy. Correcting yourself seconds later before he could even respond.
But dear Lord does it make his chest tight and brain/stomach do somersaults every time you say it.
But during sex at the moments you get tired and it's clear you're frustrated with yourself. You get tired so quickly from the baby but Daddy Chris comes to the rescue. Rubbing your hips gently as he sits up and pulls you closer to him. Usually he'd pull your back up to his chest and hold you in a full nelson. But with your bump that's not really feasible.
But now he lifts you up, shushing you gently as you start asking what he's doing. He'll simply answer with, "Let daddy take care of you," in a tone that makes your pussy throb and brain to mush.
Putting you on your side, making sure he has a firm grip on your thigh as he slides into you from behind. His hand snaking around your shoulders and holding your chin so he can whisper sweet praises into your ear about how good you're doing and how well you take his cock.
That's when your ramblings start.
"It's too much."
"Gonna break."
"Can't take it anymore."
But he just teases you after groaning a soft "fuck" in your ear, feeling your pussy clench around him as his warm breath hits your ear.
"You want me to stop? Sure feels like you don't want daddy to stop." You shake your head no. Not knowing left from right or yes from no at this point. His hand slides from your thigh to your clit. Circling it tightly as hand glides over your mouth to cover your desperate cries. His teeth gently sink into your shoulder as you milk him, buried deep, cumming inside you as you gush on his cock with a muffled cry. Eyes teary and body drenched in sweat.
He pants with a smirk, huffing out a chuckle as he kisses your shoulder and neck, moving his hand off your mouth.
#chris redfield x y/n#chris redfield x you#chris redfield x reader#chris redfeild x reader#chris redfield#resident evil x reader#🌿 ivy replies#🌿 ivy writes#🏘️ domestic life with chris redfield
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An Eternity of Mind Games with You (Aizen Sousuke x Reader)
Canon-divergence one-shot, set years after TBYW. Female reader is the Soul King, so is Aizen if you squint hard enough. Your first name is "Hana" for plot-purposes.
Tags: Domestic!Aizen with usual sass, wholesome, fluff, cringe but we embrace it. Immortal x immortal, enemies struggling with new established co-dependency. This might seem slightly out of character, but we've got Kyoka Suigetsu to blame. Contains spoilers on the ending of TBYW and CFYOW!
"Oh please, dear wife."
You raise an eyebrow at your self-proclaimed husband. The two of you have only been together for a decade as Lord and retainer — co-rulers, if you squint hard enough — after Aizen Sousuke tricked you into absorbing the Hougyoku, which apparently had long merged with his spirit. In effect, the man became a part of the Soul King and is now able to use your authority, as long as you agree to it.
In return, you get to wield one of the greatest Zanpakuto, Kyoka Suigetsu. You see it as an absolute win, the Central 46 doesn't.
As to why Aizen insists that you two are husband and wife, he argues that "A system where a man and a woman govern together is called monarchy. And it goes without saying that a King and a Queen are married." He seems to have put the cart before the horse, a very uncharacteristic blunder for the renowned war criminal. You simply guess that the fusion might have caused him brain damage.
"I swear, I haven't used Kyoka Suigetsu for a long time. There is literally no reason for you to act delusional."
He feigns to be hurt at your words. "You are the king, I am the queen. How can we not be married?"
"It's crazy how you easily admit to being the queen now." During your ascension, you had to repeatedly remind him that the Soul King was you. If he insisted on his god-complex-driven monarchy delusion, the Queen would be him.
Aizen shrugs. "As the human saying goes, let me cook."
Chills run down your spine. Something is wrong. "Maybe I'm the delusional one."
"Took you a long time to realize."
A shattering sound awakens you. After adjusting to reality, you glare at Aizen Sousuke who has successfully swiped the two Heavenly Tickets out of your hand.
"Please stop using Kyoka Suigetsu on me."
He chuckles mockingly. "You have a funny mind, I can't help it."
You try to take the tickets from him. Those are your mode of transportation to Seireitei! "It's Rukia's inauguration today. We really need to go!"
"You can go by yourself."
"I can't leave you here alone!"
Aizen smiles. He knows that it is a matter of distrust — that he might destroy the Soul Palace in your absence — but teases you nonetheless. "What a caring wife you are."
"Is the illusion not over yet?"
"My apologies. I'm simply not in the mood to head to Seireitei today," he explains briefly, before turning around. "Feel free to go without me."
You watch with curious eyes as Aizen leaves the room. He has undoubtedly mellowed out compared to 10 years ago. Memories flash through your mind.
At the end of the war, you were supposed to absorb Yhwach, become the Soul King, and be sacrificed as the new linchpin of the Three Realms. If Aizen hadn't given you the Hougyoku that granted your divinity as the Soul King, you wouldn't have gained the authority to banish Hyosube Ichibe.
If it weren't for Aizen, you would've been mutilated into a thoughtless doll. You may not express it, but you are eternally grateful to him.
Standing at the edge of the Soul Palace, you stare at the boundless sky below. It is almost time for your departure.
"He tells me to go by myself, but he knows I hate jumping all the way down to Soul Society. He could have at least returned my ticket to me." You sigh and jump anyway.
Upon arriving at Seireitei, you use Kyoka Suigetsu to disguise yourself as a white butterfly. You dispel the Shikai after reaching the 13th Division.
"Hana-san! Ah, I mean, Soul King!" Kuchiki Rukia hastily corrects herself. She then invites you to a celebratory dinner and you spend some time with the Thirteen Court Guard Squads.
The party ends late. Rukia offers the Kuchiki residence for you to spend the night in, but you decline, worried that someone might wreak havoc in your palace if left alone for too long.
She suggests to escort you to Shiba Kuukaku's hideout, aware that you would need the cannon to return to the Soul Palace. Still, you refuse, "No no! No need. It's already late, Rukia, go to sleep. I usually disguise myself as a harmless butterfly when I go around Seireitei to avoid unnecessary attention. Don't worry!"
On the way to the hideout, you feel that you're being followed. You instantly regret declining her offer.
When Aizen finds you in the middle of Seireitei, you are already bleeding from a large cut on your torso. He rushes to your side and activates the Hougyoku to accelerate your healing. As if to laud his effort, you soon regain consciousness.
"Aizen...?" you ask, vision still blurry. "What are you doing here? I... I thought you didn't want to go."
"You're not adept at using Kyoka Suigetsu yet. An incident like this is bound to happen."
"I see," you chuckle weakly. "No wonder she saw through my disguise."
His grip on your shoulder tightens. "Who was it?"
"Candace."
"Candace?"
You cough out blood multiple times and reach out to caress his cheek, as if ready to utter your last words — which would be if he doesn't take the joke lightly.
"Can deez nuts."
Aizen deadpans. A shattering sound takes him out of his reverie, and he looks over his shoulder to see you fiddling with the tickets that he had previously hidden in his sleeves.
Of course, the whole farce was an illusion. He should've known since the Hougyoku grants instant regeneration. He sighs in annoyance. "I'd like to take the Hougyoku back. You're too insufferable."
"Is that a request for divorce?"
He smirks. "So, you acknowledge our marriage."
"Hell no!" You click your tongue, frustrated that he always has the perfect comebacks. "Can't you act normal for once? What happened to Aizen Sousuke, the war criminal?"
"You prefer that version of me?" He pushes his hair back. You aren't used to that sight since he always has his hair down when you're alone together.
You visibly cringe. "Stop doing that. What would you do if people recognized you?"
"We're using Kyoka Suigetsu. From their perspective, we are nothing but butterflies attracted to beautiful flowers basking in the moonlight."
You frown at him. "We're literally walking on concrete. Not a single flower can be found here."
"There is."
Aizen raises your chin, staring directly into your eyes. "Hana."
Too stunned to speak, you allow yourself a moment to think.
You finally understand why Aizen was so popular when he was still with the Thirteen Court Guard Squads. His strength, intellect, charisma — the sultry voice and handsome features that you will never admit to his face — he used everything at his disposal to manipulate everyone.
It will never work on you, though. Not today, nor in a million years.
You are good, he is evil. You are yang, he is yin.
You are pure, he is corrupted.
The Soul King can never let Aizen Sousuke dye Her in his color, for that would mean the end of the Three Realms.
You give him a thin smile. "Would you like the Hougyoku back? I can hand it to you now."
"Oh, you jest." Aizen feels the sudden shift in mood and lets you go. That's enough teasing, he muses to himself.
With an eternity to look forward to, he doesn't mind biding his time. You are the Soul King, the strongest, most benevolent, and most dangerous being in the Three Realms. It goes without saying that you are the greatest challenge he will ever face. It could take hundreds or thousands of years — even millions — but he knows that you will submit to him one day.
It's not a matter of if, but when.
You extend a hand at him. "Let's go home, Sousuke."
But, he has to make sure you don't win him over first.
#bleach#aizen sousuke#aizen x reader#bleach imagines#bleach tybw#also posted this in Ao3#I WAS POSSESSED BY KYOKA SUIGETSU WHEN I WROTE THIS I APOLOGIZE#i'm also sorry for the person i'd become when they animate “welcome to my soul society” in TYBW#AWOO AWOOOOO#it's bleach#aizen sosuke
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Hii! I just saw your requests are open. I am requesting Volo. Anything Volo. I MISS HIM
More dick sucking for you hungry people!
Worship Me, Gimme more!
God!Volo x gn!reader Nsfw
Cw: praise Kink, body worship,oral sex(reader: giving/ volo: Receiving)
Desperate for his touch, you lean into that hand, nuzzling your nose into his palm before kissing it and looking back up at him. You're at his beck and call, eager to please. Your presence brightens his mood. The storm-gray eyes light as his lips curve into a small smile.
Lord Volo has asked for your presence.
The grand gold and white doors creek open as you enter the throne room. Strands of divine golden hair fall in front of his face, resting his chiseled jaw on his hand as he sits upon his golden throne with a bored look on his face, dressed in thin, delicate silk.
Those beloved gray eyes upon you, and it's time to cross his lips. They part so slightly you know precisely what he wanted.
You walk forward, your footsteps echoing through the white hall as you loosen your robe from your body. You could barely see his chest past the soft fabric. His eyes looked down upon you like God looks down on a mortal as you take your place in front of him on your knees, bare before him exactly like he commanded. As his favorite and only pet and his most loyal for follower, you shall be in nothing but a nice platinum collar fitted around your throat. Volo reaches his hand forward, brushing his fingers against your cheek.
"You came, Good pet, so sweet, gentle, and loyal. Every step you took to reach me was like an angel taking their first steps on the mortal plane, elegant and beautiful."
His praise had your stomach filling with butterflies. If Lord Volo was a God, then you were his angel. Everyone in his Temple knew you were his beloved, favorite, and most prized possession. And in return, he was yours at your beck and call. He would travel across these mortal lands to get you anything you desire.
" I missed you so my dear come forward and remove my robes. I need your warm, pretty mouth upon me."
Your fingers pinch at his delicate robes, removing them off his body the way he liked it slow essential, essentially slowly revealing his body like unwrapping a gift, your fingers occasionally tracing and feeling every inch of his naked form. In contrast, Volo traced every inch of your body no matter how many times he saw you; he will never get tired of your gorgeous body.
Through the thin fabric, you could just barely see his half-hard cock twitching to life, his balls pent up and filled with cum from a week of not being able to see you, a god serving and commanding his people. Is it demanding task? Even though he's surrounded by the luxuries of having anyone he pleases, you are the only one he desires.
" I missed you." He repeats his voice in a husky whisper. Captivated by your beauty, you leave him just as breathless as you are as you take his hardening length into your mouth.
You're warm, wet mouth taking him all the way in, your tongue swelling around the head just how he liked it. Volo couldn't hide what you were doing to him, helping his head back, his eyes fluttering close. Nor did he dare stifling noises. His moans were all yours to hear.
"So good, so perfect. And just for me, my Sweet Angel."
But he wanted more. He tried to move. He wanted to fuck that pretty little mouth and fill your throat with his seed. Claim you from the inside. As you take more of his cock Volo starts to roll his hips slowly. Your muffled moans with your lips around his cock. His throbbing member down your throat only heightens his pleasure. He swore his cock twitched when he looked down at you, saying your hands slid in between your legs.
"You're touching yourself, too? Oh God's above, you're getting off to my taste? This is why you're perfect. This is why no one else can compare to you beloved."
He cared not for who heard him. In fact, he wanted anyone else in this temple to listen to how good you make him feel. His moans echoing in the room, affecting you and causing you to buck into your own hand as you try to reach your climax, speeding up your hand and your mouth. Bobbing your head up and down on his cock faster as Volo fucked your face, his hand reaching in between his legs and playing with his tightening balls.
"C-close! So close, please dear, please angel, let me come down that pretty throat. You've been so good, you are so good! You're amazing!" Volo babbled, drool dribbling down his chin from the pleasure you were giving him.
Your name slips from his lips like a prayer. His legs shake. He swore he saw the light as his red twitching cock filled your throat with each pump, and you took every last drop of him, your throat bobbing as you drank every last drop of his sticky cum.
His lewd facial expression of his eyes rolling back, and the whispers of your name that you just barely caught was all it took to reach your edge, squirting all over your hand.
You whimper the image of his lewd facial expression when he came for you, still fresh in your mind as you slowly remove his half-hard cock from your mouth. You look back at your beloved slouching on his throne, his chest rising and falling that the distorted silk robes were forgotten, his golden locks sticking to his face with his fingers threading through them as he catches his breath. Volo looked beautiful like the God he was, the light shining upon his glistening, sweaty little chest with his salty sweet taste still in your mouth and the warm feeling from making him feel good. The only thing that would make this perfect was getting to be close to your darling divine by being wrapped in his arms. But Volo, sweet Volo, had other plans.
Before you could say anything, he practically pounces on you. Those storm gray eyes riddled with a lustful madness.
"More! More! Give me more you're not leaving this Throne room till your squirming underneath me and creaming on my cock."
#smut#pokemon volo#pla volo#volo x reader#pokemon legends arceus#pla x reader#pokemon x reader#one day our God will return to Pokemon Masters we will bide our time and wait#volo#pokemon legends volo#Volo smut#Pokemon volo smut
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Warnings: fluff and flirting all around, suggestive! Also a little bit of angst.
pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)
Summary: You kept finding ways to go back to that hot mechanic
Word count: 4.3k
Note: direct follow up on part 1. You weren't ready for this? Were you?
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'believe me, I want you, lady.'
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It was nearing 5 o'clock when you walked into the repair shop and your eyes found your favourite mechanic quickly, who greeted you with a smirk.
'Lady,' Sihtric said, 'can I help you?'
'I am here to pick up my car,' you played along.
'Do you remember the brand?'
'Really?' you scoffed and blushed.
Sihtric grinned and licked his lips, 'I couldn't resist, I apologise once again.'
'Sure,' you rolled your eyes.
'Sorry,' he chuckled, 'hey, we gotta fix that paperwork before I hand you the keys. And this time I'm afraid you'll have to pay right away.'
'I have to pay?' you scoffed with a smile, 'I thought your service was free to me.'
'Lady,' Sihtric said as he leaned in, 'I can offer you some free services, but not the kind you'll find in this place,' he winked and a grin appeared on his face before he motioned you to walk with him. Luckily he turned his back to you so he didn't see how red you had turned.
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'So,' Sihtric said as you signed some documents, 'I fixed your mirror and I looked into the other issues you mentioned, but other than the mirror, everything seems fine.'
'Oh,' you mumbled, not wanting to admit your lie, 'let's… let's hope it stays that way then.'
'Yeah,' Sihtric nodded slowly, 'let's hope so.'
'Well, all signed,' you smiled and handed the pen back to Sihtric, who lightly brushed his fingertips over yours as he took the pen.
Dear lord, he has small tattoos on his fingers too. As if he couldn't get any hotter.
'Then I'll only need a payment,' he smiled.
'Yes,' you searched around in your bag, 'let me find my card.'
'Cash works too,' Sihtric said, 'if you have any.'
'I have none, sorry, but I know my card is in here somewhere, don't worry.'
'Otherwise I guess you'll have to pay in a different way.'
'I will not be doing your dishes, if that's what you mean.'
'That's not what I meant, lady,' Sihtric smirked.
He tilted his head slightly and looked you up and down as he bit down on his lip, and you felt your hands trembling when you finally found your card.
'Found it!'
'A damn shame,' Sihtric smiled as you paid.
'Sorry,' you chuckled and blushed once again.
You put your card back in your bag and waited for Sihtric to give you your keys. You felt yourself sigh again when you watched him pull open the drawer, flexing his muscles slightly, and you desperately tried to hide your smile.
'Here are your keys, lady,' Sihtric said and held the keys out to you, but he quickly pulled his hand back as you reached out, 'but,' he said and raised his eyebrows, 'drive carefully. Don't hit any more trees, okay?'
'Fine,' you snorted, trying to grab your keys again.
'I'm serious,' Sihtric smiled as he hid the keys behind his back, 'promise me?'
You rolled your eyes and blushed, 'fine, I promise I will not hit any more trees.'
'Good.'
'Good,' you said, 'can I get my keys now?'
'Hm, I suppose,' he chuckled and finally gave your keys back.
He walked you to your car, for no reason at all, and opened the door for you after you unlocked your car. You got in and smiled as he closed the door, and as you had done before, you rolled down your window again.
'Thank you, again, and until next time I guess,' you joked.
'Don't keep me waiting too long, lady,' Sihtric smiled, then he winked as he slapped the roof of your car and turned to walk away. You checked him out as he walked away and fought the butterflies in your stomach as you took off.
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Several days had passed and, unfortunately, your car still ran smoothly. You had no idea what you could possibly do to your car so you could go back to the repair shop, without looking suspicious. Until you had to stop for gas, and then you had an idea.
You played dumb and filled your diesel car with petrol. You googled the repair shop and called the number that you found, only for your call to not get answered.
Are you kidding me? You thought, fuck. Just when I make a really stupid decision, I can't reach them? Luckily, the repair shop wasn't that far away, so you decided to walk.
Not much later you walked into the familiar entrance and you felt your knees weaken when you saw Sihtric, shirtless again, concentrated while working on a car engine. His arms were covered in dark smudges and grease, and he wiped some sweat off his forehead with the palm of his hand, causing some more smudges to stain his scarred face before he looked up at you in surprise. But quickly his familiar smirk appeared.
'Missed me already, lady?'
'As per usual,' you teased.
'What can I do for you?' he asked as he leaned against the car.
Me. You can do me. Please. Right now.
'I… did something stupid.'
'Again?' Sihtric chuckled and licked his lips, 'what is it?'
'I accidentally put petrol in my car,' you said and looked down at your feet.
'Petrol? But you drive a diesel?'
'Hence the stupid…'
'Lady!' Sihtric snorted, 'where on earth did you get your license?'
You blushed and rolled your eyes, 'I don't know,' you grinned, 'but my car is stuck at a gas station now.'
'I see,' Sihtric smiled, 'and what do you want me to do now?'
I want you to do me now, I beg you. I will go on my knees for you, right now.
'I… I don't know,' you stammered as Sihtric, still shirtless, walked over to you and stopped inches away from you. He glanced at the time before he looked down at you and sighed.
'Look, your car needs to be towed. Finan is the one who deals with those kinds of problems, but he has a day off today and my shift is almost over,' Sihtric smiled softly as he looked into your eyes, 'so I fear I can't do much more for you today than offer you a ride home.'
'That's all you can do?' you asked as you got lost in his mismatched eyes.
'Or I could do you,' he mumbled, basically inaudible.
'What?'
'It's all I can do for you,' Sihtric spoke up, clearing his throat before he gave you another smirk, 'if you wish to stick around for another half hour then I'll give you a ride home.'
'I thought you guys offered rental cars?'
'We do,' Sihtric frowned lightly, 'if… you want to rent a car that's also fine by me.'
'No, I mean… I'll… I'll take your offer,' you chuckled nervously.
'Good. Have a seat then, I just have to finish up that car. After that I'm all yours, lady,' he winked.
Dear lord, I wish you were all mine.
You found a chair and watched Sihtric finish up whatever it was that he was doing. Your eyes were simply glued to him, not being able to look away from his damned perfect face, those toned arms, his muscular shoulders, his Mjölnir necklace that dangled as he leaned in over the engine, all those scars, and his abs. God, those abs. Your eyes trailed back to his strong, greasy arms, and you imagined how easily he could probably flip you over in bed, and you sighed at the thought. I'll need some repair afterwards if I ever get him in my bed. You felt yourself blush at your thoughts and quickly tried to shift your attention by looking at the… at the ceiling, yes, I will not think about this stupid man. What am I even doing? Ruining my car? And for what? For What?!
You watched Sihtric as he finished his work and walked over to a sink, where he tried to rid himself of the grease and all the smudges as best as he could. And it was a good sight. The way he cupped some water in his hands and splashed it in his face, causing water drops to trickle down his neck, onto his shoulders and down his chest. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. But then, out of nowhere, you saw how he reached into his pocket and took out several rings. He slipped one on his thumb, one on his index finger and the last one went on his ring finger, to which your eyes suddenly grew wide.
Oh my fucking god, is this guy married?
You felt yourself slightly panic as you watched him, you did not want to be a homewrecker and you suddenly felt really stupid and embarrassed. But he had been flirting, right? Why would he do that? I should've known he was one of those guys. Fuck.
You fought the urge to speak but you simply couldn't keep it in anymore.
'You're married?' you blurted out.
Sihtric turned to face you and raised his eyebrow at you, 'Married? I am not, lady.'
'But… your ring?'
'This?' he chuckled and held his hand up, 'this ring belonged to my mother. She, eh, passed away when I was young. This is the only finger it fits on,' he smiled weakly as he fidgeted with the ring.
'Oh,' you said, feeling stupid, 'I'm so sorry.'
'No, it's fine,' he smiled and paused, 'I never thought about it before, but now that you mentioned it, it does look like I'm married. I guess that explains why I can't seem to get a girlfriend,' Sihtric snorted, 'well, shit.'
'As if you'd struggle to find someone, please,' you rolled your eyes.
'Well, I'm still single, lady, so I must be doing something wrong.'
You chuckled and shook your head at him. Sihtric did the same and grabbed a clean towel for another attempt of cleaning himself up before he put his shirt back on. A damn shame, you thought.
'But what about you?' Sihtric said as he walked all over the place to switch off the lights, 'is there no one in your life who can give you a ride home instead of me?'
'There is no one, no.'
'Suspicious,' Sihtric said as he squinted his eyes at you.
'Excuse me?' you laughed, but Sihtric just snickered and ignored you.
He grabbed his leather jacket and bumped into your shoulder on purpose, motioning you towards the door. You followed him outside and waited for him to lock up the shop. You looked around and frowned.
'So, which car is yours?'
'Car?' he smiled, 'I don't have a car.'
'What?' you snorted, 'and you work here?'
'I don't need a car to work here, lady,' he gave you a playful mean look.
'But… then… how will you give me a ride home?'
'With that,' Sihtric shrugged and pointed towards a black Indian cruiser motorcycle.
And at that point you just gave up and sighed out loud. He was hot, he was funny, he was single and he owned a motorcycle. Who does he think he is? What right does he think he has?
'Are you okay with that?' he asked slightly concerned upon hearing you sigh.
'What?' you snapped out of your thoughts, 'yes, I, eh, just didn't expect that.'
'Well,' Sihtric said and walked towards his motorcycle, 'sorry to disappoint,' he grinned.
'I didn't say that,' you blushed.
Sihtric chuckled and looked at you for a moment.
'You have a jacket with you, lady?'
'Eh, no.'
'Ah,' he sighed, then he held his jacket up to you, 'here, take mine, just in case. And my helmet too,' he said as he took his helmet which hung on the bike's steering wheel.
He licked his lips and smirked while he watched you put on his jacket and you swore you heard him hum when he bit down on his lip as he checked you out, which caused you to feel light headed. You took the black helmet out of his hands and put it on.
'You're good?' he asked while he put his sunglasses on.
'Yeah, but what about you? You're just going to ride without a jacket or helmet?'
'A few more scratches or scars will go unnoticed on me, lady,' he winked and got on his bike, 'now get over here,' he smiled and beckoned you over.
You went to sit behind him and the seat forced you to sit pressed up against him. He reached behind his back for your arms and pulled them around his waist, leaving absolutely no space between your bodies, to which you didn't complain.
'Hold on, will you?' he glanced over his shoulder and started his bike.
And as he drove off the parking lot, you smiled at the feeling of his abs through his shirt, and you desperately wished you lived further away so you could keep your arms around him a little longer. But unfortunately, the bliss only lasted for about 10 minutes. He pulled up at your house and shut off the engine of his bike.
'Watch those pipes when you get off, they'll burn the flesh off your skin,' Sihtric said before you could even move. You carefully got off his bike, took off the helmet and handed it to him before you gave him back his jacket.
'Thanks for the ride,' you smiled shyly as he lowered his sunglasses.
'It was my pleasure, lady,' he smiled sweetly at you. And once again you had to fight a sudden rush of butterflies, which only made you blush.
'So, eh, what about my car?'
'I'll text Finan later, he can pick it up tomorrow. Don't worry about it.'
'Do you have any idea what time I can pick it up again? If it even can be fixed tomorrow?'
'I have no idea, lady, sorry. It all depends on what time Finan can tow your car.'
'I understand,' you said, 'it's just that I have a meeting tomorrow afternoon, so I won't be able to pick up my phone for a while. So if you guys call, I'll probably miss it.'
'I see,' Sihtric said and paused for a moment, 'I could… I mean, if you want to, I could text you? I mean, if that's easier?'
'Oh,' you said, 'that would actually be really nice. I didn't know you guys could text your customers too.'
'No, lady,' Sihtric chuckled, 'I mean that I, personally, would text you. If that's okay with you.'
'Oh!' you blushed, 'eh, yes, no, of course. That's fine by me.'
'Okay,' he smiled and for the first time you saw him blush lightly, 'I'll need your number then.'
Sihtric took out his phone and handed it to you. You gave him his number and he promised he'd text you when he was home, so you had his number too in case you needed something.
You watched as he drove away and you smiled walking into your home. I got his number now.
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'I can't believe people are this dumb,' Finan huffed as he walked into the repair shop, after having your car towed from the gas station, 'also, haven't we fixed this car before?'
'Yeah,' Sihtric chuckled, 'it belongs to (y/n).'
'Ye serious?'
'Yeah,' Sihtric frowned, 'why?'
'Sweet Jesus Christ. Tell her it's cheaper to ask ye out than to keep destroying her car.'
'What? Why would she ask me out?'
'You can't be serious, Sihtric. Ye know,' Finan sighed, 'sometimes ye really are as dumb as ye look.'
'You… you think she likes me?'
'Of course she likes ye, ye bloody oaf! I knew something was up when she kept coming back, but I didn't realise it at first. But now I see it… aye,' Finan chuckled, 'Sihtric, ye gotta make her stop. Also, I don't know when she expects her car back, but I fear we might be too late already to save it this time.'
'I'll reach out to her,' Sihtric said, and he couldn't help but keep a smile on his face the entire day.
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Sihtric: Finan fears your car might be beyond repair, lady.
You: Noooooo :'(
Sihtric: Sorry, lady. He's trying his hardest. But you definitely won't have it back today... or... ever, hah!
You: Very funny. Well… you live and you learn, right?
Sihtric: Right ;)
Sihtric: But…
Sihtric: If you need a ride home or anything, you got my number
Sihtric: :)
You: Are you serious?
Sihtric: Yes, lady.
You: Well, I can use a ride home later from work? :)
Sihtric: Tell me where and when, I'll be there.
You: Will do in a moment!
Sihtric: Sure thing. I gotta get back to work now, lady.
Sihtric: Good luck with your meeting x
You: Thank you!
You: x :)
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You sat outside your workplace, waiting for Sihtric. You could not believe he offered you another ride home and the way he had texted you simply left you flustered throughout the day. Unfortunately your meeting ran really late, and you didn't expect him to even show up anymore as it was already 8pm. But to your surprise he pulled up only 15 minutes after you had called him to apologise and explain why it had taken so long to answer him. And you couldn't fight the smile on your face anymore when he took off his helmet.
'Hey,' you blushed.
'Hey,' Sihtric winked, 'thought you stood me up for a moment.'
'I would never,' you smiled.
Sihtric handed you his helmet again and this time you were prepared and had brought your own jacket with you. And just like the first time, you sat behind him, he pulled your arms around his waist and you enjoyed feeling his muscular body in your arms.
'Detour?' Sihtric asked with a smile, to which you simply nodded. And so you drove around without a plan for nearly two hours, but as with all good things, it came to an end too soon.
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'Thank you,' you smiled when you handed Sihtric his helmet back.
'Once again my pleasure, lady.'
'So, uh…,' you grinned, 'I better start looking for a new car, huh?'
'I'm afraid so,' Sihtric snorted, 'Finan actually thinks you wrecked it on purpose.'
'What?' you blushed.
Sihtric shrugged, 'Yeah, I don't know. Anyway, I guess I should get going.'
'Yeah, I… I guess,' you smiled, 'can- can I hug you?'
'Hug me? Sure,' he smiled, he hung his helmet on his steering wheel and you felt his arms wrap around your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
'Thank you for being so nice,' you said softly.
'You too,' he said, and as you pulled back you felt his hands slide down your arms and he intertwined his fingers with yours while he leaned his forehead against yours. For seconds you both didn't speak, both too nervous and simply enjoying the closeness too much.
'Can I kiss you?' Sihtric suddenly asked with a sly smile.
'Yeah,' you chuckled and blushed.
'Yeah?' Sihtric asked and brushed his lips over yours, before suddenly kissing you hard and quick, causing him to pull back abruptly from your lips, but he kept his forehead pressed against yours.
'M-more,' you gasped lightly with a smile.
'More?' he chuckled and pecked your lips lightly, 'yeah?'
'Mhm,' you hummed with a smirk, making an attempt to peck his lips, but he teasingly pulled away, causing you both to laugh and bite down on your lip. Then you tugged at his shirt and managed to peck his lips quickly.
'More?' Sihtric smiled, before he kissed you eagerly yet short.
And soon you kept giving each other intense but short kisses while constantly pulling each other close and pulling away, tugging at each other's clothes as you both ran out of breath.
'Sihtric, I want more,' you murmured in between kisses.
'Gods,' he hummed, 'so do I,' he kissed you quickly, 'but I want to get to know you better first.'
'Oh,' you sighed before you kissed his lips again.
'I'm sorry if that turns you off, it's just-' Sihtric paused to kiss you again.
'I can wait, it's okay,' you reassured him, pulling him closer.
'I'm sorry, baby,' he whispered before he kissed you again, 'believe me, I want you, lady.'
'Mhm,' you hummed against his lips, 'you do?'
'So bad,' Sihtric sighed and tugged at your shirt, 'I just can't. Not yet.'
'It's okay,' you smiled.
'Are you sure?'
You pecked his lips again and giggled.
'Yes. But you have to go now.'
'Hm, I do,' Sihtric smiled, but instead he kissed you again.
'You do,' you hummed, 'promise you text me?'
'If you promise to reply, lady.'
'Only a fool would not reply to you,' you chuckled and kissed him, 'now go.'
'I will,' Sihtric smiled, and he finally found the strength to pull away from you.
You stepped back and watched him rev the engine once, readying himself to drive off, but before he put his helmet on he looked at you again and beckoned you over. He pulled you close quickly and smiled.
'More?' you giggled as your hands brushed through his hair.
'Please,' he sighed at your touch and felt you grab onto the collar of his jacket, before your lips crashed into his again. And this time the kiss was as rough as before yet everything but short.
'Okay, go!' you smiled when you finally broke the kiss, trying your hardest to not tug at his jacket again.
'I'll go,' Sihtric chuckled and kissed you again, 'I'm going, baby.'
'Mhm,' you hummed against his lips again.
'Fuck,' he sighed, and it was the single most hottest thing you had ever heard.
'You have to go, Sihtric.'
'Yeah,' he kissed you again, 'I will. Just… give me one more?'
And that was a mistake. Your kisses quickly became heated, and you felt his hands squeeze your hips while he held you close. You both trembled as you continued to kiss each other, desperately trying to control yourselves, which became almost impossible when Sihtric moaned deeply at your kiss.
'Sihtric,' you said out of breath, 'are you sure you can't stay?'
'No,' he panted, 'I want to. But I can't, I'm sorry.'
'Why?'
'I'm just….' Sihtric paused to catch his breath, closing his eyes as he leaned his forehead against yours again, 'every girl I ever liked,' he paused again, trying to control his trembling voice and hands, 'it's… apparently I'm only good for a fuck. And when I tell someone that I am looking for something serious, you know, for life,' he paused and scoffed lightly, 'I never hear from them again. I've learned my lesson after being stupid many times.'
'Sihtric,' you sighed.
'I'm… I'm sorry, again, if this is a turn off. I suppose I'm just really good at ruining whatever shot I have with someone,' he chuckled sadly.
'No,' you smiled and cupped his cheeks, 'not at all. Maybe… do you want to… stay over? Just to cuddle?'
'I really want to, lady,' Sihtric said, giving you another sweet but quick kiss, 'but tonight is not a good idea.'
'Tomorrow?' you smiled.
'Tomorrow is better,' he smiled back.
'Promise?'
'I promise,' Sihtric whispered and kissed you quickly in between words, 'I promise, promise, promise.'
You smiled at his kisses and weakly punched his chest.
'Go! You're only making this harder, Sihtric.'
'No,' he snorted, 'I can't possibly get any harder, lady.
'Sihtric!' you giggled, 'go!'
'Mhm,' he hummed against your lips once more before you finally pulled away.
'Good night, handsome,' you smiled.
'Good night, beautiful,' he chuckled.
You stepped back while he still held your hand in his.
'Hey,' you smiled, 'drive safe.'
'I always do, lady.'
'I know, just saying. Promise?'
'I promise,' he smiled and pulled you close again for another kiss.
'Call me?' you said with a slight pout.
'I will, baby,' he laughed softly and you kissed his cheek before he finally let go of you.
You watched him ride away and you couldn't believe what had just happened. That hot mechanic was finally somewhat yours? The "somewhat" was enough to make you giggle as you closed your front door behind you, and soon you got in bed and fell asleep with a smile on your face.
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You: You didn't call me? Rude ;)
You: … I was joking.
You: Sihtric?
You: Did I do something wrong?
You: You're not ghosting me.... are you....
You felt upset at the fact that Sihtric seemed to ignore you. You didn't want to come off crazy, but you decided to call the repair shop. You called twice, but just like when you called when you were stuck at the gas station, no one picked up. You sighed and decided to call Sihtric's number. If he was about to ghost you, you wanted to hear him say it so you could curse him out before you'd hang up. He clearly knew he was good looking, but that didn't give him a free pass to be a dick.
You pressed call and after a few seconds you heard his phone being picked up, and before Sihtric would be able to speak you already began.
'Sihtric?'
You got no reply, just a sigh.
'Sihtric? What did I do? You can't just-'
'No... this is Finan.'
'Finan? Wha-'
'Listen, I saw yer messages but I couldn't answer or call ye. I couldn't unlock his phone, so I hoped ye would call-'
'Where is Sihtric?'
'Sihtric,' Finan paused, 'he-he's been in an accident last night, I'm-'
'What?' you panicked, 'what do you mean? Where is he? What happened?'
'Some bastard prick in a pick up truck ran a red light-'
'What!'
'Look, I'm in the hospital right now-'
'Is Sihtric okay?! I'm coming over-'
'Just… it's… ye can come over. But-'
'Finan! Is Sihtric okay?!'
'It just… ah,' Finan groaned, 'it's… it's serious. He hasn't been awake since the crash.'
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Namor x Mexican actress reader: when the camera stops
Plot: It’s the 1940’s and you are an up and coming actress in old Hollywood filming a movie in Mexico until you catch the attention of a certain fish creature and his other consorts.
As you and the film crew were packing up for the night, you decide to head to hotel with your husband hand in hand.
“Mi vida, are you alright?” Your husband asks you as he notices how light-headed you are.
“Oh yes, it’s just a little migraine.” You groaned as you put a free hand in your head. For some strange reason, you kept hearing a weird song all day and it left you in a daze as well. You just decided to ignore it and also keep a close distance to your costume and set designer husband because the two of you have made a vow that by the year 1954 rolled around, the both of you would get a dual citizenship to America and move to New York or LA and try to do American movies or be on broadway. You always loved actresses like Judy garland, Lauren Bacall, Ingrid Bergman, Gene Tierney, Natalie wood, and your personal favorite, María Felix who you hope to be like some day.
*time skip*
“Y/N.” The call whispered.
“What?” You whispered back as you were all groggy. You then decided to brush your H/L H/C as you got up, left your hotel room, and went outside. As you went outside, you looked at the ocean and saw some blue creatures singing a song that was meant for you as you had nothing but a blank expression.
As you kept walking while ignoring your husband’s calls for help, you suddenly saw a blue lady with a feathered headdress and a blue man wearing a shark head. As you saw the two of them, the blue lady took your hand, caressed your cheek, and signaled the shark head man to take his mask off and when he did, he attached it to your face, and he shushed you gently.
“Shhhh, sleep now butterfly, don’t fight it.” The shark head man crooned in an unknown language that you didn’t know.
“I-,” you muffled until the blue lady in the feathered headdress rubbed your head.
“Sleep now, forget all your troubles and drift off.” She also crooned back in the same language as it clearly worked and you were knocked out.
*time skip*
As you woke up, you now realize that you were in a cave sleeping in a hammock.
“Hello my dear, did you have a good night’s rest?” The blue servant asked in the same foreign language as she came in with clothes that didn’t look like yours.
“Why am I here?” You asked as you wanted to know what was going on.
“Our lord Ku’kul’kan wishes to speak with you.” The lady bowed as she set the clothes down.
“Are you joking?” You ask in shock because you thought the feathered serpent god was fake.
“No, he wants to speak with you now.” The lady said once again.
*time skip*
As you arrived dressed in the clothes that were delivered to you, you arrive in a throne room that had a human man with pointy ears, a gold giant necklace, green shorts, and boots that have wings in the back.
“Come here my turtle dove, don’t be shy.” The pointy ear man said as he smiled at you.
“W-who are you? Why am I here?” You stuttered as your hand started to shake as you sat down.
“I am known as Ku’kul’kan but you may call me Namor.” The man said as he bowed in respect.
“The feathered serpent god.” You muttered as you looked around the place.
“You are a gem.” Namor smiled as he kissed your hand.
“Namor, can you please tell me on why I’m here? What is this place?” You demanded as you glared at him.
“Y/N this place is called Talocan, and we live here in secret so the surface world doesn’t know about us. Namor said as he took a strand of your H/C H/L hair and played with it.
“The real reason I brought you here is because me, Attuma, and my cousin Namora saw you with a group of people on the surface with strange devices. What were you doing?” He asked in curiosity as he tilted his head to the side.
“Well…, Uh…, I am what they call me an actress. I star in movies and pretend to be characters.” You said confidently.
“That is so interesting.” Namor smiled back as he suddenly took your hand and lead you in a waltz.
“How do you know how to do dance?” You gasped as he then spun you while ending in a dip pose.
“Growing up, I always watched people on the surface dance and I always analyzed their movements.” Namor smiled once again as he released you.
“Namor, can I please go back up to the surface? My husband is probably worried about me and I have to get back to filming my fourth movie in a few days.” You asked Namor hoping he would listen.
“Very well my turtle dove, your wish is my command.” Namor smiled as he then bowed in respect while he signaled for Attuma and Namora to take you back to land.
*time skip*
As you finished wrapping up filming, you couldn’t help but play with the strange bracelet that he had secretly slipped onto you before you were taken back to the surface world. As you decided to get ready for the cast and crew dinner party, you then looked back at the ocean from your window remembering the handsome and charming fish man.
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love love loveeeee your feyd works, you're such an amazing writer! Your writing really makes my heart flutter man 😞 like lil butterflies running around in there!! I hope you are well appreciated for your work! Im curious tho, how many chapters will right hand man be and after it do you have any plans on making oneshots?
My two dear anonymous, thank you soooooooooo much! 😊😊🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🖤🖤🖤🩵🩵🩵
1. Oh my god, thank you so much anonymous! This is a HUGE compliment for me!! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🩵🩵🩵🖤🖤🖤🖤🩵🩵🩵🖤🖤🖤🖤🩵🩵🖤🖤🖤🖤🩵🖤🖤🖤🖤🩵🩵🩵 I'm very happy that you liked my writing so much. I feel very appreciated with every comment, reblog, like, and anonymous message from you all. It's really exciting and nice to receive them for my writing, and it motivates me/inspires me to write more and more. So again, THANK YOU (ALL) SOOOO MUCH!
The Right Hand will be 6-7 chapters long, so only 2 or 3 to go. It depends on how I finish chapter V... and according to my plans, there still has to be a little bit going on in this story, and I think this chapter is already long (you don't want to read 20k chapter, right? xD), so we'll probably get to VII.
BUT! I'm definitely not done with Feyd for sure. And since you asked, dear anonymous, I will let you in on a secret and show you what will come next after I'll finish 'Right Hand'...
Any speculations/guesses/ideas? 🤭😈 (If you really want, I think I may publish a sneak peek/teaser for you. Like 1,5k WC prologue to the concept of the story or sth like that. I'll see what your reaction/interest will be to this one 😊... well, if anyone has made it this far down this post xDDDD)
2. Thank you very much, I'm glad you liked it! 😊🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤🖤🩵🖤
A little bit will happen in Part V... you'd better prepare yourselves 😈😈😈 In the meantime, catch the piece of it:
You were in Giedi Prime. You walked through your familiar paths, hiding from the Harkonnens' eyes. It was rare to meet anyone in these corridors. Most of them were dead ends with secret passages that were unknown to most of the inhabitants of Giedi Prime. That's why you were terribly surprised when suddenly someone pulled you by your cloak.
You freeze, startled, and turn slowly to face the small child. The kid looks like Harkonnen's child, but not quite. His skin is creamier than white, and white hair grows on his head in unruly curls. But what you recognised perfectly were the blue, bright irises that only one person could boast on Gieidi Prime.
"Mommy!" A boy of about 5 years old jumps at you, hugging your legs while you look at him in shock. "Dad said he would take us on a trip! To Lankiveil! We will swim in a real lake! Can you imagine that?!" He asks excitedly and holds out his hands to you. You automatically take him into your arms and rest him on your hip, trying to figure out what the hell is happening.
Someone's quick footsteps echo in the corridor. You look up from the child and see one of the harpies approaching you. She breathed a sigh of relief, bowing to you when she saw the boy in your arms.
"You can't run away like that, my lord Na-Baron. The Baron told us to look after you."
(...)
Hope you will like it! (Part V probably on Monday…)
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I Just Wanted To Say...
Since Sayaka invited Zuko on their first date, Iroh insisted that it was only right that Zuko invite her on the second.
"I don't know if I want to go on a second date," Zuko said quietly. He poured himself some tea. He was exhausted from the night before, and not looking forward to trying to focus on his work. After he and Katara had left the roof, he went to bed hoping to have at least two or three hours of sleep, but he'd ended up staring up at the ceiling until it was time for him to get up and start his day. Katara was nowhere to be found at breakfast, but that didn't surprise him. She wasn't a morning person in the best circumstances.
"Why not?" Iroh asked, jarring Zuko from his thoughts. He didn't sound angry, but he had a concerned frown on his face. "Did something happen last night?" Zuko's hands tightened around his teacup, and he kept his eyes down.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Did you not enjoy your evening with Miss Sayaka?" Iroh pressed.
"Oh," Zuko let out a sigh of relief and unclenched his hands. "No, it was fine. I just...I didn't feel a connection."
Iroh was silent for a moment. Then he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Zuko was sure he was counting to himself. Finally he met Zuko's eyes with serious intent.
"My dear nephew," he started ponderously. "The last thing I want is for you to feel pressure to marry and start planning a family, but you are the Fire Lord, and part of your duty is to see to it that the throne is secure for the next generation."
"Uncle, I know that," Zuko said. "I just-"
"I want you have as much freedom to make your choice as possible," Iroh continued over Zuko's protests. "However, if you don't start taking this a bit more seriously, your council will take that as a reason to put pressure on you."
"Fine," Zuko huffed and rolled his eyes. "I'll take it seriously, but I don't think it's going to work with Sayaka."
"Why not?" Iroh pressed. "She's a smart, kind and creative woman. And very easy on the eyes. What could she possibly have done in one evening to make you not even give her a chance?" Iroh sat expectantly, leaning forward on his elbows as he tried to read the answer in his nephew's face. Zuko felt the heat rise in his cheeks and he broke Iroh's gaze. How could he explain, he wondered. He had had a good time with Sayaka. He had even been planning to ask her out again. But then he'd spent hours on the roof talking with Katara and pointing out constellations, and it was... It had felt like a date. When she took his hand as they walked along the empty corridors, Zuko's pulse had skyrocketed. He hadn't felt this way with Sayaka once during the evening, not even when she'd screwed up her courage and gave him a peck on his cheek after he'd escorted her home. There were a couple of moments when Zuko wondered if Katara had felt it too. If she had, though, she didn't say.
It was crazy for Zuko to completely give up with Sayaka because she didn't give him butterflies like Katara did. He was old enough to know that love at first sight was too rare for any couple to bank on. After all, it had taken him years to realize he had a crush on Katara. A crush that until the night before seemed unrequited, and even now all evidence that it might not be could just be in his head. She'd had trouble sleeping and had sought him out. It wasn't the first time she'd done that. It wasn't even the first time she'd held his hand. But she'd never taken him for a starlit picnic, and she had just said recently that that was her idea of a perfect first date.
"It wouldn't hurt to see her again," Iroh said, breaking through Zuko's thoughts once again. "First dates are tricky, and I'm sure both of you were nervous. I won't push if you are determined to not see her again, but I do hope you consider it."
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Katara didn't see Zuko until dinner. She'd woken up late, and hurried to the storage rooms to continue sorting through the Water Tribe artifacts. Zuko had invited her to spar with him before lunch, but Katara declined, saying she was swamped- which wasn't strictly untrue- and she ended up working through lunch. The work was soothing. Focusing on cataloging art and weapons and tools kept her mind off of other, more confusing, thoughts.
She had weaseled her way into a date with Zuko the night before, she admitted to herself. She wasn't sure if he'd noticed, but it wasn't fair of her to do. They hadn't talked about Sayaka at all. Katara hadn't asked about their date, and Zuko didn't offer any information. Instead they spent hours reminiscing and talking about Katara's project and making plans for the next time all of their friends were together. None of those plans involved introducing Sayaka. They'd stargazed until the very first hints of dawn began snuffing out the stars and they'd finally gone to bed. There was a moment when they stopped outside of her suite where Katara thought they were going to kiss, but then Zuko had cleared his throat, wished her pleasant dreams and then headed back to his rooms. As she lay down in her bed, guilt and shame overwhelmed Katara.
Had Zuko realized what she'd done? Did he think she was weird? Is that why he left in such a hurry? Katara didn't think this was a friendship ruining incident, but it may have done damage regardless. And she didn't want to be one of those girls with guy best friends who made it their life's mission to ruin any potential romances for those friends. She would let it blow over and never mention their "date" again. There would be no more midnight visits to his room to talk, and she would be supportive of any relationship he wanted to pursue. She would be a good friend to Zuko if it killed her, and this crush would go away on it's own. Someday.
It was with that conviction that Katara prepared for dinner that evening. Iroh would be there, as he usually was, so there would be a buffer for Katara. And if she took a bit longer getting ready, it was because she was covered in dust and grime from her hours of sorting, and not because she wanted to make sure Iroh was already there when she arrived. Still, when she walked in and saw Zuko sitting across from his uncle, Katara's steps faltered. He smiled uncertainly at her, and Katara felt all of her best intentions slipping away from her. She hesitated for a moment before taking the empty seat beside Iroh instead of her usual spot next to Zuko. A strange look passed over Zuko's face, but he quickly found a smile and greeted her.
"Zuko was just telling me about his date last evening," Iroh told Katara, pouring her a cup of tea.
"O-oh!" Katara feigned interest. "Yes, that-that was last night." Now Iroh shot her a strange look. Katara flushed, but smiled pleasantly. "How did it go?"
"It...went well," Zuko said hesitantly.
"And yet he doesn't want to see her again!" Iroh waved his hand exasperatedly at Zuko, then turned to Katara pleadingly. "He has no good reason. Please, my dear Master Katara, help me talk some sense into him."
"Oh..." Katara gaped at Iroh for a moment before she recovered herself and forced a smile. "I-I don't think I should stick my nose in this. I don't even really know Sayaka."
"Neither does Zuko," Iroh insisted. "He won't even give her a chance, and I just want to know why! Why, Nephew?"
"I'm not interested in her!" Zuko nearly shouted. He cleared his throat and lowered his voice. "Look, Uncle, it's nothing against her personally. I just don't feel a connection." Iroh groaned and ran his hands down the sides of his face in agony.
"Fire Lord Zuko, I say this with all love and respect," he said, keeping his voice measured. "You are a very closed off person. It takes a while for anyone to truly get to know you. If you dismiss every woman you don't connect with on the first date, you are going to be single for a very long time! Please just consider one more date with Miss Sayaka." Zuko's cheeks flushed a bright red. Then he stood up and stalked out of the room.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
This time, the avoidance of each other seemed to be mutual. Katara and Zuko didn't cross paths again until the next day when Katara needed to go to Zuko's office. She needed to have him sign paperwork expediting a shipment to Sokka and her father, and there was unfortunately no one else who could get it done fast enough. She knocked timidly at the office door.
"Uh...come in!" Zuko's voice sounded oddly strained. Katara stuck her head in and saw with concern that his face had gone beet red.
"What's the matter with you?" she asked slipping inside.
"Hello, Master Katara." Katara froze at the cheery greeting. Sayaka stood up from her seat across from Zuko and smiled at her.
"Oh!" Katara's mouth split into a painfully wide smile. "Sayaka! What a nice surprise! I didn't know you'd be here today. A-am I interrupting? I can come back-"
"Oh, please, don't," Sayaka hurried to assure her. "I was just here today to see my father, and I thought I'd pop in and say hello. Fire L- I mean, Zuko, I'm going to stop by Dad's office, but I can't wait for this weekend!" She smiled warmly at Katara once more. "Nice seeing you, again!"
Sayaka's departure seemed to have sapped all the warmth from the room. A shiver ran down Katara's spine as she turned to face Zuko. His eyes were wide and almost frightened, as if he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't. Katara hoped her face didn't look as stricken as she felt. The too bright smile was still on her face, though, and she did her best to keep her voice airy and cheerful.
"This weekend?" she asked nonchalantly.
"Erm...yeah," Zuko said. "I-I asked Sayaka to dinner. Nothing's set in stone yet, though." Katara shrugged and shook her head.
"I'm just surprised," she said. "Last night you told us you weren't planning to see her again."
"Uncle convinced me," Zuko shrugged. "What do I know about romance? My last relationship was a disaster. I thought...well, I thought maybe he had a point about connections not being immediate."
"So you're just going to date her until you feel something?" The question came out sharper than Katara intended. Zuko scowled at her, his defenses raised high.
"Well it beats sitting around here all day waiting for something to happen."
"What?" Katara blinked in surprise at him. Zuko ran his hand through his hair and paced in front of his desk.
"Nothing," he huffed. "Forget it." He made another pass across the floor and suddenly stopped in front of Katara. "No, I can't forget it. What was that the other night?"
"Th-the other night?" Katara stammered.
"The other night when you came to my room and took me up to the roof for a picnic under the stars?" Zuko said sarcastically. "That night?"
"Oh," Katara ducked her head. She could feel Zuko's penetrating gaze, like the sun in the Si Wong desert. Her tongue had turned to lead in her mouth, and Zuko was waiting for her to say something. Anything.
After a moment, Zuko let out another frustrated growl and turned away from her.
"Forget I said anything," he told her. "Obviously, I read something into the situation that wasn't there." He swept past Katara and headed for the door.
"Don't go," Katara said quietly. Zuko froze in his tracks and looked back at her.
"What?"
"Don't go," Katara repeated a bit louder. "Don't go out with Sayaka."
"Why not?" Zuko asked desperately.
"Zuko, I..." Katara felt helpless in her agitation. What was she thinking? Zuko was about to go on a second date. With a girl he didn't even seem terribly interested in. There was no real urgency. But the idea of spending another night in Zuko's office waiting for him to come home from a date with a beautiful woman who absolutely had marriage on her mind was too much. She felt drunk. She felt stupid.
Zuko caught her shoulders as she tried to flee, and he made her face him. His eyes were oddly intense as they bore into her, trying to read her thoughts on her face.
"Please." His soft, pleading voice was at odds with the tightness around his eyes and mouth. "Please, just say it, Katara. I need to hear you say it. Why don't you want me to go out with Sayaka?" The world seemed to have gone quiet. The air in Zuko's office was thick and heavy around them.
"Zuko..." Katara's breath hitched. She reached up hesitantly, her fingers brushing his wrists. His arms twitched at the contact, and he leaned in closer to her.
"Tell me why," he repeated softly. Katara shut her eyes and took a deep breath.
"It should be me," she said. The words hung between them, heavy and tangible. As if they could be read, if Zuko would just look a bit closer. "I can't take the thought that you might...I just needed to tell you before you got into anything serious. Zuko, I love you. I've loved you a long time, but I didn't know what it was at first. I don't want you to go out with Sayaka, and I know that's selfish, and I won't stop you if you really do want to see her again, but... Please don't?"
The silence stretched on into eternity. Katara stood trembling under Zuko's gaze, but she refused to give into her instinct to run. It wouldn't be fair, she knew, to dump all of that on him and not even give him a chance to speak. But his silence was fueling her panic, and she wasn't sure how long she could ignore her urge to flee his presence.
Then he took a step forward. Zuko closed the distance between them, and grasped at Katara's elbows. He leaned in, and Katara was certain she would wake up in a moment.
"I just needed to hear you say it," he murmured. Katara gasped as his lips closed over hers. Shock froze her in place for just a split second before she curled into Zuko's hold. There would be a lot to discuss later. After all, any relationship the Fire Lord got into had the weight of expectation. It didn't matter, though. No matter what came next, they'd work it out. Katara knew this was where she belonged for the rest of her life, and as Zuko tried his best to pull her even closer to him, it seemed that he agreed.
Part 1
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Let's Pretend, part 9
Once in a while, Aemond would catch his father staring at him. He'd look away the moment Aemond noticed, but the look of regret on his face was unmistakable.
"What is it?"
He turned to find his wife looking at him with concern in her kind eyes.
"Nothing."
He knew she didn't believe him, but she was good at letting him have time to mull things over. She was drawing in her notebook, the same one she'd had when they'd made their deal, and he saw that she was almost at the end of it. "What are you sketching?"
She smiled, "it is almost Helaena's name day, so I thought I would do a little portrait of her."
Intrigued, Aemond walked over and peered over her shoulder. "This is very good," he said, more to himself than to her. She had captured Helaena's sweet expression and soft gaze, and had drawn her with a butterfly perching on her fingertips. His sister would love it.
"Shall I have it framed?"
She turned to look up at him, "oh no, please, it is a silly thing, Helaena might just tuck it into a book or leave it on her desk somewhere."
"It is very well drawn," he insisted, kissing the top of his wife's head.
"Your Highness, Lord Corlys is ready."
Aemond turned and thanked the servant. "I am not sure when I will be back, we are presenting all our findings to my father."
She rose, kissed him on the lips and smiled at him. "You and Lord Corlys have worked very hard, the king will find much value in what you bring him."
"No one has ever believed in me as you do," he said quietly.
"That is all changing, my love."
He kissed her one last time and headed out, her faith in him wrapped around him, filling him with warmth. As he left, he made a mental note to order new notebooks for her drawing, and new charcoals and paints.
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"Father!"
You threw your arms around your beloved father, his joy at seeing you evident in the sheen of tears that sparkled in his eyes. Behind him, Lord Stoughton waited with a smile, watching you two embrace.
"My girl, how are you, are you eating enough?"
"Yes, father, come on, let's get inside. Dear Lord Stoughton!"
You father's love kissed your cheek, bowing over your hand. "Your Highness," he said, smiling.
You hugged him back, saying in his ear, "I am not used to that at all!"
Their luggage was being carried behind them by a couple of the keep servants, and you happily led them to their guest chambers. "Please do let me know if there is anything you need, Aemond has been very busy working on some plans for the king."
"I am glad to hear it," your father confided. "Your husband seems a very clever man, it is good that his mind is being put to good use for the kingdom."
"Ah, I see our guests have arrived."
All three of you turned at the unexpected voice of the king, walking in casually. Your father and Lord Stoughton bowed deeply while you sank into a curtsy.
"Your Grace."
"I am delighted to meet my dear daughter-in-law's father," Viserys said, "and I understand you have been instrumental in helping to raise this delightful girl, sir," he added to Lord Stoughton.
"They are both very dear to me," you said.
The king patted your shoulder and smiled at the men. "In that case, let us make merry and enjoy some food, what say you, gentlemen?"
* * * * *
Queen Alicent had finally relented about her husband's decisions regarding Ser Criston and Lord Larys. It wasn't like she had much of a choice, but unless you were mistaken, she seemed to have a weight off her shoulders. Maybe unending devotion from such men wasn't a good thing to endure after all.
She was perfectly pleasant during dinner with your guests, and at one point pulled you aside. "How are you, my dear child?"
"I am well, Your Grace, very happy."
She glanced down at your belly for a moment. "Well, should there be any news, I would love to be there for any advice you might need."
Oh.
"That is most kind of you, my queen."
You were not pregnant, at least as of four days ago. You had left it in the hands of the Mother, neither taking moon tea nor counting days as some women did, believing some days were better for conceiving than others. Aemond hadn't said anything about rushing to have a child, and now, given the daily changes taking place, you had many other things in your mind.
She went over to Helaena and you looked at your father, who was in the middle of a very involved conversation with the king, Aegon, and Lord Stoughton. Your father said something, and all four men started laughing, and it filled your heart with warmth to see not only your loved ones, but Aegon doing so much better.
You felt, rather than heard, Aemond's steps as he strolled into the dining hall with Lord Corlys. "Apologies," he said, "we were discussing some final details." He leaned down and kissed your cheek, and you took his hand underneath the table.
"You have been hard at work, both of you," Viserys said, "I should like to recognize both of you in preparation for our upcoming tour of the realm."
You had heard nothing of this, and from the reactions of those sitting at the table, neither had any of them. Only Aegon looked at his father with something like pride in his eyes, and at Viserys's nod, Aegon cleared his throat.
"My father the king and I shall be taking a tour around the kingdom, both to get the people reacquainted with him, and to introduce me as his heir."
Helaena clapped and smiled. "I am very proud of you, Aegon."
Aemond stood, wine cup in hand, "a toast, then, to King Viserys, who has returned to us, and to my brother, Prince Aegon, who is much renewed and is sure to learn much from our father."
Everyone raised their glass, and then the king stood. "I would like to say a toast as well. To my children, I have gotten to know you again in the past few weeks, and look forward to spending time with you after our return. Aegon," he said, and you watched the young prince tense, "my heir, I may have returned from near death, but you have returned to us as well, and I am pleased with your loyalty and intent. I will strive to be a good teacher to you."
Aegon raised his cup to his father.
"Aemond. You have finally gained what you have long deserved - a use for your brilliant mind, and joy in your personal life. The realm is better for having you serve it."
Aemond merely nodded, but you knew his emotions were swirling inside of him at his father's unexpected words, and you smiled at the king.
"Helaena, my sweet dreamer," he said tenderly, "your kind heart belies strength and duty, and I promise you, your future will be yours to do with as you wish."
"Daeron." Viserys looked down for a moment. "I hardly know you, child. It is my greatest desire to know the man you are now, and to discuss what your role will be in our court."
You knew what the king meant. Much had been spoken of the decision to end the marriage between Aegon and Helaena. There had been rumors and gossip, but when it came down to it, it had been Alicent who had stood firm. Having lost two of her allies, she staked all her remaining political capital on the happiness of her two oldest children.
Her father would no longer be Hand of the King, she would not work behind the scenes as she had for most of her life, but she would see her children happy.
When Aegon asked Helaena if she wanted them to not be married any more, she threw her arms around him. "I love you, my dear brother," she'd said simply, and it had been all that Aegon had needed to hear.
* * * * *
"Will you marry again?"
Aegon rubbed his face. "I don't know. Jaehaerys will still be my heir, and to be honest, I don't want some new wife right now."
Aemond nodded. "It might do you good, after you return, to have someone by your side," he added, and Aegon smirked.
"You mean like you have?" The smirk faded, and Aegon smiled. "She seems to make you happy, brother. Too bad all her sisters are already wed."
"She does," Aemond said simply. "She does make me happy. I had no idea marriage could be like this, so-"
"Oh shut the fuck up," Aegon covered his ears, "I don't want to hear it." He stood and walked away, leaving his brother's chambers, and Aemond laughed.
"What's so funny?"
He turned to see his wife there, smiling at him.
"How it has all turned out," he said, pulling her to him. "Couldn't have imagined all this a year ago."
"I certainly couldn't have."
He lowered his head and took her mouth, kissing her slowly, then reached back and pushed the door closed.
"I haven't had you in forever," he murmured against her lips. "I mean to remedy that." He lifted her up in his arms and she wrapped herself around him. "I have missed you dreadfully."
"I have missed you, too, husband," she replied, tugging on his tunic until he pulled it over his head. As always, she ran her hands over his newly revealed skin, her marvel at the strength in him, and how she could make him shiver by simply running her fingertips over the pale expanse of his chest and shoulders.
He found he couldn't wait to bare her completely, and settled for lifting up her skirts and shoving his breeches down, and then he sank into her, the wet heat of her welcoming him after such long days. "Fuck," he muttered, "you feel so damn good."
She reached up to pull his mouth down to hers, already desperate, already panting for more, but Aemond groaned and pulled out. "What is it?"
"I won't have it end this quickly," he said, shoving her thighs open before kneeling before her.
Before she could respond, his mouth was on her and she moaned, the things he was doing to her quickly unraveling her. She reached down to grab his hair but his long fingers wrapped around her wrists and she arched against him, hips beginning to roll as her need grew.
When she began to whimper he sucked on the knot of nerves between her thighs, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, and felt her legs tense, her breathing coming in fast and sharp. She was close, he knew, so close, and when he used the barest, gentlest hint of teeth, she cried out, her body flushed with pleasure and release and his cock twitched with the need to be buried inside her.
He shoved his breeches off and drove inside her, her muscles milking him relentlessly and he began to snap his hips against her. It wouldn't be long, he knew, but the sight of her undone was its own reward. When he came, he let the world fade around him and fell into the blissful darkness.
* * * * *
"The king had only a couple of details to add to our suggestions," Aemond said, stroking his wife's hair. "I had expected more resistance, but-"
"But you and Lord Corlys are both capable and brilliant and you came up with a grand plan," she said, always defensive when it came to him.
He smiled, kissed the top of her head. "The king seems to have agreed with you, my fierce girl."
Her only answer was to curl against him and wrap one arm across his chest. "Do you think he might wish you - us - to live closer to the Stepstones?"
Aemond had thought about the same thing. He knew Corlys would not leave Driftmark, which left him as the only choice if the king wished for a presence closer to the territory. "I do not know. He is keeping many things to himself for now. You can always stay here in King's Landing, should you not-"
She covered his mouth with her fingertips. "Aemond. I would not stay here while you live elsewhere," she said, "I will follow you anywhere." When he only looked at her, touched by her devotion, she smiled at him. "You are my husband, and I love you. I would not be parted from you."
"I promise you this," he said softly, "wherever we go, your father and Lord Stoughton will always be welcome."
She beamed at him and kissed his cheek.
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Aemond Targaryen x Twin Sister (OC)
Summary: Aemond Targaryen was known as a cold, cruel and frightening prince, but he wasn't like that. Aemond was affectionate, intelligent, obedient and loved his family, but mostly her. Alysanne Targaryen is Aemond's twin sister, but with a different appearance. She had hair like her mother Alicent's, but her eyes were the violet of Old Valyria, the blood of the dragon running through her veins. Aemond Targaryen was cold, cruel and frightening, but not with her. What Alysanne wanted, he did. Because it was always her and always will be.
Rating: Explicit/+18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
Warning: Violence and explicit NSFW, third-person POV, bad language, angst, fluff, smut (unprotected sex, oral (giving and receiving), use of fingers)
English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes. This is the first story I've posted on tumblr, so please take it easy on me.
Alysanne stared at her reflection in the mirror while her maid calmly combed her dark hair. It had been weeks since the princess had spoken to the King, and he made no point of speaking to her. The dinners, meetings and celebratory parties were always the same, a part of the family getting together to keep up appearances, but it was all shit.
"- Princess?" she came out of her thoughts and faced her maid in the mirror “— I’m done.”
“—Oh, thank you, dear. You can stay for dinner with us, you know I love your company.”
“— It wouldn’t be appropriate, princess. The King would not approve.”
“—Oh fuck what he thinks. You are my maid, my lady-in-waiting, if I ask you to accompany me to something, no one should interfere with it.” She approached Gilly, her blonde lady-in-waiting with brown eyes, holding her shoulders “— I’ll lend you one of my dresses, you can choose.”
“—But…princess…”
“—Do not disobey your princess’s orders.” Alysanne said in a serious tone, clearly joking, then smiling. “— I’ll fix you up.”
And she did. Gilly chose a lilac dress with some embroidered butterflies and the princess did a simple hairstyle on her blonde locks. They looked in the mirror and hugged each other.
“— You’re beautiful, I bet some lord might even be interested in you.”
Gilly's pale face turned red as a tomato and the princess laughed, linking their arms together. They left the rooms and walked slowly to the main hall, where a celebration was taking place. It had been like this in the last few weeks, since Alysanne and Viserys had a falling out, the King had been throwing parties in the fortress with the aim of finding a groom for his youngest daughter, but it wasn't being easy. Not only Alysanne, but Aemond scared away the princess's potential suitors, scaring them and offering them as lunch to Vhagar. And now Alysanne scared them with Cannibal, saying that the dragon was super protective of her and would kill anyone who got close to her without her approval.
The King didn't like this.
Alysanne asked Gilly to have fun and went to her twin who smiled when he saw her. The purple dress fit perfectly on her body and highlighted her curves, matching perfectly with the color of her beautiful eyes. The princess approached her brother and hugged him, kissing his cheek.
“— You once again attracting everyone’s attention, I don’t like it.”
“—Come on, no jealousy, Aemond.” She adjusted the collar of her black clothes and held his hand. "- Do you wanna Dance?"
"- I do not dance."
"- Please. Or will I have to ask one of these lords, and honestly? I don't want." She looked at him with her pious eyes. “— Then I will ask Aegon.”
She let go of his hand and turned to leave, but Aemond grabbed her wrist, turning her back to him. With his jaw set and his face serious, Aemond pulled his sister into the middle of the room. He spun her around and held her waist, everyone's eyes fixed on the two brothers, the princess who was laughing and the prince who was just doing what she wanted. Everyone knew how spoiled by Prince Alysanne was, but they had never actually seen it happen. Alicent looked at the two with a smile on her face, while the King drank his wine in silence.
“— They’re getting closer and closer.” the Queen said, looking at her husband. “— We should accept Aemond’s proposal.”
Viserys placed the cup on the table and took a deep breath, wetting his lips.
“—Alysanne will marry whoever I choose.”
“— You know she won’t.” the King was silent, turning his gaze to the Queen. “— I never liked your ways, but…I can see how happy they are and how happy they would be. Can't imagine? Aemond has Vhagar and Alysanne Cannibal, they would be strong and good allies for other houses in the future.” Alicent got up from her chair and straightened her dress. “—Think about it once again, husband, and dance with your daughter. It’s time to sort things out.”
The Queen walked away and went close to Helaena who was arguing with Aegon because he was drinking too much. Alysanne and Aemond stopped dancing and the princess was panting, unlike the prince who was just tired. She held his hand and pulled him to the table, taking a glass of wine and drinking it heartily.
“— I see you’re thirsty.”
She looked at her father and let go of her brother's hand, wetting her lips and wiping away the traces of wine.
“— Dancing makes me thirsty and tired.” she pursed her lips, Aemond still staring at her.
"- Is tired? I thought I could have a dance with my daughter.”
Alysanne opened her lips in surprise and looked at her brother who smiled with the corner of his lips, motioning for her to accept the dance.
“— Well, I… I think I can dance some more.”
Viserys smiled and stood up, walking over to her daughter and linking her arm with hers. The two attracted all the eyes in the room, most of them surprised by the King's attitude, especially Otto and his children. The last time they saw Viserys do something like this was when Rhaenyra was just a child and Helaena when she married Aegon, but now it seemed different. All the guests knew that the father and daughter had fallen out, rumors spread quickly through the walls of the fortress and especially throughout Westeros, seeing that scene made some people happy with their reconciliation.
Alysanne danced the choreography she always did with the others, spinning, jumping and laughing, sometimes making the King laugh.
“— I'm sorry for my rude words, my daughter, I've been really hard on you.”
The princess stopped to listen to him, people still dancing around them.
“— I want to see you happy and with your family formed, and… with someone you love.” he held her hands and caressed her palm. “— And that’s why I wanted to make you a proposal.”
Alysanne took a deep breath and waited for his answer with a small smile on her face, wishing it was the answer she wanted.
“— I want to propose your hand to Jason Lannister.” the sparkle in the princess's eyes and the smile on her lips disappeared immediately, and once again she felt her eyes water. “— He is not an old man and he is a good person, I am sure he would be a good husband just as you would be a good wife and they would have beautiful heirs. He’s super loyal to me and it would be nice to always have the Lannisters on our side.” he shook her hands, looking into her violet eyes. “—What do you say?”
She felt her lips tremble and pulled her hands away, her nose itching with the urge to cry. She shook her head and laughed nasally, wetting her lips.
"- You are unbelievable."
Alysanne walked away, pushing past the people who were in her way and left the room, hearing the King shout her name, his eyes following her steps one last time that night. The princess locked herself in her chambers and removed the dress she was wearing, undoing her hair. She changed into looser clothes and let her hair down, grabbing a cape from her hanger. With her dagger at her waist, the princess entered Maegor's passages and left the castle, heading towards the flea desert.
She was going to have a different kind of fun tonight.
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FALSE LOVERS CHAPTER X
"I MUST ADMIT, my lady, you are possibly the calmest bride I have ever worked with," said the wedding stylist as she styled (name)'s hair. "Most brides would be panicking about..well..everything I suppose. It seems love really does conquer all, that is why you're so well composed, is it not?"
The day for the wedding had finally arrived and although (name) was very good at concealing her feelings, as usual, she was still incredibly nervous. The wedding of Lady (name) (last name) to Lord William James Moriarty was the most spoken one of the season. Most members of the ton could all agree that the couple seemed to not only look good together but also were incredibly in love. As soon as the engagement was announced, those who had known William and (name) during their university days had spoken of their apparently 'flirtatious' relationship in their youth and one of (name)'s university friends had even said they had a bet of £90 that the two would eventually be married.
The first half of the ceremony would take place first and then the reception would be held in the Grand Duke's large celebration hall. From what (name) had seen on the guest list, there were at least 500 people apart from the family attending the wedding. She had told Albert and William that she didn't wish for a large ceremony but it appeared that her parents had other plans. Many of the upper class members of (home country) had come to visit England just for the wedding and there was even going to be British royalty at the wedding.
"Indeed, although the butterflies in my stomach are certainly there, but thanks to my family and dear William, I have no reason to worry." (Name) smiled as she looked into her reflection. She was all dolled up in a grand wedding dress, one that could put even Queen Victorias wedding dress to shame. The dress was white but cultural aspects from (home country) were incorporated into the design. Once more, only the best for (name) (last name).
A woman with dirty blond hair and green eyes behind (name) let out a girlish squeal. "Is this not so incredibly exciting, (nickname)?" She placed her gloved hand to her cheek "how I wish to find love!"
"I'm sure you'll find someone by next season, Lady Arabella," said one of the bridesmaids to the head bridesmaid.
Arabella Sinclair was a fairly close friend of (name). They had met in university but Arabella had left university only a year in to study abroad in France. She was two years older than (name) but acted a lot more energetic than her and had quite the bubbly personality.
Of course they weren't as close as (name) and her close allies such as Josephine or William but she had the role of (name)'s closest friend in the nobility and was always there for good conversation when (name) needed it. She had requested that lady Sinclair become one of her bridesmaid and her head one at that. She was a trustworthy girl and although she hadn't known anything regarding (name)'s criminal double life, her family, lead by Viscount Sinclair, was one of those families that had received the remaining Ashfordshire maids.
"Miss Winchester is right," (name) said as she turned to face her bridesmaids, all dressed in (favourite colour) dresses. "I'm sure many men will come calling for you soon, bella!"
Once her hair was done, the stylist clasped a necklace around (name)'s neck. A (last name) family heirloom. Her mother and her grandmother and her great grandmother and their mothers had all worn this beautiful necklace at their weddings so it was only normal that (name) carry on the tradition. It was a strange reminder to her that she was no longer the young girl who would 'accidentally' lock herself in her family library for hours on end to isolate herself or spar with her father or take etiquette classes with her mother which usually ended with the two of them in tears of laughter. She was now a woman with greater responsibility, and that was indeed scary.
"Oh (name)? you're not worried about the wedding night, are you?" Asked a Lady Beatrice Harrington, the only married woman out of all three bridesmaids. "I promise you, dear, it's not as scary as our mamas make it out to be."
(Name) could instantly feel her face heat up. Her throat grew dry and she could see Josephine, who was wearing a maid uniform with a (favourite colour) flower in her hair, giggling in the corner at her lady's now cracking facade. She was a lot more concerned about having to kiss William in front of everyone and would have at least appreciated a chance to practice before hand.
"You do know what happens on the wedding night, do you not?" The noir-ette asked with concern. It wouldn't be much of a surprise considering almost everything was taboo in such an era but a woman like (name) surely would have had some knowledge on the subject.
(Name) nodded furiously as the stylist attempted to reapply rouge onto her face although it seemed she didn't recall toy need it. "Of course I do! I have read enough fiction books to—"
"(Name), dear?" Her mother called out to her as she opened the door. The stylist had finally finished with (name)'s makeup and she was ready to leave to become 'lady Moriarty' soon. "your due to walk down the aisle any minute now."
"Ladies, please slow me some privacy whilst we speak," (name) said as everyone left.
(Mothers name) approached her daughter and rested her hand on her shoulder. "Being nervous is completely normal, (name). I did tell your father not to invite so many people but he insisted on showing off his precious daughter to as many people as possible..." she trailed off, and expression of concern evident on her elegant face. "Remember, as much as I approve of Lord William, as does your father, if he attempts to do anything you wish not to..well we didn't train you in various forms of combat for nothing, dearest."
"I'll be fine, mother...I just.." she struggled to find the words. "I'm afraid of..well..being regretful I suppose.."
The grand duchess looked at her daughter skeptically. "If you really love him, you won't regret anything. After our little meeting with the boy and you went aside, I could clearly see how you loved each other in your own way. Please don't feel like you have to pretended to be a certain way just for our sake, (name)." The older woman kneeled down to face her daughter "I was once like you, a girl who never thought I could love. It seemed impossible but once I had met your father..things changed. One thing you can count on is that hearts can change, and there is no shame in having your heart change." She said as she pointed to (name)'s chest where her heart would be. "Of course you dislike the feeling at first, and you try to excuse that feeling of love as hatred. But the opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference..You seem to have struggled with emotional vulnerability since your brother —"
The grand duchess paused as if she felt she had said something wrong, noticing her daughter momentarily freeze up "I'll make you late to your own wedding. Come along so your father can walk you down the aisle."
"Yes mother," (name) smiled as she leaned forwards to hug (mothers name) briefly "thank you"
As The Grand Duke took his daughter on his arm and walked her down the aisle with her bridesmaids trailing behind her, he seemed to be tearing up. Her father was possibly the most emotional out of herself and the grand duke and duchess. Her mother had a rare but completely genuine smile on her face as she sat by the side. William was stood by the alter with Albert stood behind him as his best man and Louis stood beside the brunette.
"Do you, (name) (last name), take William James Moriarty as your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do..?" (Name) said, although it sounded slightly unsure as she slid William's wedding ring onto his finger.
William smiled as he watched (name) avert her gaze. She had looked completely beautiful as she walked down the aisle. Indeed the dress was gorgeous but the woman wearing it had incomparable beauty, superior to that of angels. Not only did her countenance exude an air of absolute elegance, but she had seemed, although nervous, genuinely content even though the marriage was certainly not one done out of the love they had pretended to have.
"William James Moriarty, do you take (name) (last name) to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
He slid the wedding ring onto (name)'s finger "I do." William answered with a smile, lifting up the veil over (name)'s face slowly which was the only shield to hide her flushed face and now was gone, leaving her feeling vulnerable.
(Name) turned her head slightly to see her parents who were smiling at her, and her father seemed to crying out of joy, blowing his nose as her mother consoled him.
"You may now kiss the bride"
And with that, William gently lifted up (name)'s chin so she was now facing him, multiple nervous trains of thought running through her mind. This was not her first kiss, but all the others were meaningless methods of seduction as were all her previous intimate interactions with men, however this kiss was with William, and that instantly created an attached meaning to it that (name) would rather not face.
"Keep calm, my love, follow my lead.." William whispered against (name)'s lips before pressing them together and shutting his eyes, cupping her cheek softly and shielding the sight with his hand as the crowd of nobles cheered.
(Name) felt her entire body freeze up and then melt under her now husband's gentle touch, closing her eyes with him. Just as their lips were about to part and only rested against each other, william leaned in once more with parted lips to kiss (name) again, this time a lot more passionately than the first.
Eventually, william pulled away, took (name)'s hand in his own and raised it up to his lips to kiss before taking it in his and walked back down the aisle with his newly wedded bride into the carriage to take them to the reception.
The reception was very typical for one of the era. There was a banquet and the wedding cake, which was quite tall and the details were very intricate and once the ceremony was over and (name) had thrown the bouquet, which had coincidentally landed in the arms of a certain Lady Arabella Sinclair. (Name) had acted as ladylike as possible, speaking to guests from both the country she currently resided aswell as the one she was raised in, although the greetings seemed to have been prolonged and it seemed the noble lady was attempting to make the reception last longer than it should have been as if she wished for the day to never end.
(Name) had danced with her father, who was in complete tears after the wedding, sobbing about how much his little girl had grown and how proud he was of her. It was strange to think that this same man was renowned for his strength in battles and his ruthless strategic capabilities.
"I know I've said this already, (name), but I really cannot believe how much you've grown and matured so well in my absence" Her father said to her after wiping his tears away
(Name) chuckled as the grand duke had spun her around "do you remember when you were teaching me to dance when I was but a little girl? you would twirl me around like a whirlwind."
"Ah, my dear (name), those were the days..!" (Father's name) smiled as he moved in sync with his daughter "You had the grace of a swan even then, and I tried my best to keep up with your boundless energy, so much so that your mother had to act as my second whenever I would feel too tired to continue."
A melancholic smile made its way onto (name)'s face as she remembered her fond childhood memories. "I recall the time we attempted the quadrille and ended up a tangled mess of feet. We laughed so hard, we had tears streaming down our faces. Poor mother had to help us regain our composure."
"We were a sight to behold, sweet (name)! No dancer could ever match our expertise!" The grand duke laughed as the orchestral music slowly came to a halt. The two paused and bowed there head to one another. "Promise to visit often?"
"I have never broken a promise, Father." (Name) said as he painted a kiss on her forehead as the melancholic melody of a piano slowly stopped echoing throughout the opulent ballroom.
The newly weds had ended the night with a dance and a short speech from Albert, which wasn't actually as fabricated as (name) had initially assumed it would have been. He had spoken of his observations of the two and although he lied about them seeming like a match made in heaven, it was still fairly accurate.
Eventually the time had come for (name) and William to enter their horse drawn white wedding carriage to take them on a short journey away from the (last name) ballroom, which was unattached to their large family manor in England, to sleep in their designated room.
Once they had entered, (name) had noticed the door had been locked after them and looked at william, who was about to enter the dressing room attached.
(Name) coughed, trying to appear less awkward than she really felt as she watched William pause. "Ahem..are we not meant to.." she looked away, clearly embarrassed "nevermind —"
"There wasn't anything in the contract about consummating the marriage," the blonde said as her approached (name), leaning against the wall beside her, holding her face in his hands "but of course, if you wish to do so, I wouldn't object. As long as you are the one to initiate such intimate activities..~"
The flushed bride moved away out of reflex and stuttered out a "Ha- No way..!!"
William replied with a gentle smile and left to get changed into his pyjamas while (name) attempted to remove her many accessories and put them away. Once it was her turn to get dressed, she had faced a terrible struggle.
The zipper on her dress wasn't working.
(Name) kept tugging at it, but suddenly tripped on the trail of her wedding dress and tripped over, falling to the ground.
Thud
A knock came from the other side of the door "(Name)? Are you alright? I heard a thud-"
"Get this damn dress off of me." William heard his wife grumble from the other side of the door.
A pale hand reached down to the doorknob and opened the door slowly, covering his eyes with hand as he walked into the room.
"You can take you hand off your face, I'm fully clothed." (Name) said. William did as she said and saw her lying on the floor, her hair disheveled and in quite the tangle, as if she were trying to fight the dress whilst it was still on her.
Once she was helped up and untangled by her husband, William unzipped the dress and undid (name)'s corset. Her heart was thumping so loud and her face felt so warm she had hoped he wouldn't notice. Of course, the blond has seen through her instantly and instead of acting how a gentleman should have, he found it would be amusing to rile her up even more, causing him to place a kiss to her nape.
Chu
(Name) twisted around to face him, clutching her dress to her chest dearly. "What the-" she glared "what in God's name was that for?!" William laughed softly.
"My apologies, dearest," he said as he ran his fingers through her disheveled hair "where did you place your nightgown?"
"You don't need to help me get dressed, I'm perfectly fine now, you may leave." She said as she glanced at the little garment bag hanging by the side.
William nodded and left to sleep. The two were only to sleep here for the night, as the first night of the honeymoon, and then board a ship to (home country) to leave with (name)'s parents to stay for a week before returning to London where (name) would move into the Moriarty Manor and live with William and his brothers, louis and Albert (along with Josephine who (name) couldn't dream of leaving behind to stay working for the Marquis)
They had chosen to have the wedding in summer, which had now proven to be not the best idea considering britain had all of a sudden chosen to have correctly corresponding weather to the season but at least the room had good ventilation.
"This nightgown is incredibly thin..although I suppose it is suitable for the climate I can't help but feel.."(name) trailed off as she walked towards the 4 poster bed "It's rather revealing isn't it, william?"
Red eyes looked up and down her figure. She was right. It was rather revealing, after all, it was 'wedding night attire' although not so revealing it would cause (name) to feel too uncomfortable in wearing it around her 'husband'. The gown was made of a silky like material and somewhat translucent although nothing indecent was exposed. It was also quite short so that it the gown had ended at her thigh and the top half was certainly..something. He had to admit, it looked just as beautiful as her wedding dress did on her.
"Is this your attempt at seducing me?" William asked, his voice low and sultry, (name) could have easily accused him of the same thing.
(Name)'s face flushed as she wrapped her arms around her chest "No..! I swear I didn't have any u-ulterior motives!"
William let out a soft chuckle which soon erupted into hushed laughter. His wife repeatedly asked him what he was laughing at and he finally replied as he wiped a tear away from his eye from laughing so hard " Ah, I’m sorry, darling. Were there no other nightgowns available?"
"This is a guest room so it holds none of my personal belongings, and the other options were a lot more..." she explained, her implications as clear as she could make them. "Now that you mention it though, I could always wear a robe or something of the sort over it.."
William watched as his wife climbed into the large bed with him. (Name) had specifically requested it to be so that her then husband to be would be comfortable sleeping beside her. "Nonsense, it's much too warm for that.”
“You only say that because the only country you’ve ever been is England and you have yet to face the heat that many of the countries I have visited,” (name) retorted “I’ll be perfectly fine.”
(Name) was about to get up and find a bathrobe to wear over her ‘nightgown’ only to feel william’s hand wrapping around her wrist and pulling her down onto the bed. He let go and unbuttoned his shirt as (eye colour) eyes widened in surprise.
“H-Hey I thought you said I had to initiate it..?” (Name) said as she averted her gaze, trying not to let her eyes wander.
Instead of pinning her down to the bed or kissing her like (name) had read a man would likely do, William handed her his nightshirt and as expected for the weather, was not wearing anything beneath it.
“You can wear this over it.” He said as (name) looked at him hesitantly, attempting to maintain eye contact.
She nodded and slipped the shirt on, laying back on the bed then propping herself up with her elbows. She took three of the many pillows on the bed as William tried to lie beside her and put them as a barrier between the two. “That’s your side and this is my side. If you cross the barrier I’ve set between us..I’ll…I’ll bite you..!”
“Depending on where you bite me, I wouldn’t mind” (name) instantly threw a pillow at his smug face.
After laying in bed for what had seemed like hours, (name) eventually got up to get some fresh air. The summer air had certainly gotten to her and the pillow barrier she had set up had long fallen apart. She looked over to see William to see if he was still awake or not.
“Fast asleep..lucky man..” she whispered as she brushed a strand of hair away from his face.
She turned to face the balcony doors, which were shut but the curtains surrounding them had not been drawn, allowing (name) to see the ethereal moon casting its silvery glow upon the tranquil countryside that the family manor was in.
As she was about to open the door to enter it, she felt a hand grasp at her nightgown. The (hair colour)-ette turned around to see her tired husband rubbing his eyes.
“(Name)…where are you going..?” He said in a groggy, tired voice “..stay..stay with me..”
The woman in question pried his hand off of her and smiled. “I’m just going to get some fresh air out on the balcony. I’m not leaving this room, don’t fret.”
“I’m coming with you,” he said, his voice now sounding a little less like a whining plea as he sat up and then stood up beside (name), who looked away once more.
Once they had sat at the balcony, (name) took the shirt and handed it to William again. “What's this for?" He asked, still evidently tired
(Name) thrust the crumpled shirt at him "Wear it."
"But I gave it to you"
"And now I'm giving it back." She said, glad the darkness of the night prevented William from seeing how truly embarrassed she felt. "Besides, I can't talk to you properly when you're topless. Is this your strange attempt at showing your muscles off to me?"
William let out a chuckle and gestured to his torso "Believe me ,dear (name), there isn't much muscle to show off"
"There's nothing wrong with that. In fact I would much prefer lean and slim to muscular and large." (Name) said looking him up and down. He was more slim than muscular but I here was a slight outline of abs on his stomach , although she hadn't realised what she had said until afterwards when William let out another teasing remark
"So you're saying that you find me attractive...?~"
She didn't say anything.
"Why couldn't you sleep?"
(Name) sighed and looked up at the stars, watching for any constellations. She pointed up at the sky "look, it's Cepheus.."
William looked up too, spotting another constellation besides it "and so is Cassiopeia.."
(Name) finally spoke up and answered William's question. "I was just overthinking, nothing new to me..I struggle with sleeping quite a bit anyways..it must have been too warm."
"I understand. I have a strange habit of falling asleep at various times during the day due to overexertion." William said, fidgeting with the crumpled shirt.
"You do? So do I..!" (Name) exclaimed with a smile "I suppose we have something in common then."
"Indeed we do.." William continued watching the sky then turned to look at (name) for a minute or two before speaking once more, ending the comfortable silence "the moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?"
"It's covered by clouds..and it's not that clear as it was earlier when you were still asleep, but in theory, you're right.." (name) said as she looked up, unaware of William watching her with a soft gaze.
The two continued to watch the sky in silence, until (name) yawned. She laughed slightly as she whispered a 'pardon me'.
"Are you finally feeling tired, love?" Her husband asked with a teasing grin
(Name) nodded "Don't call me-" she yawned again. "I was beginning to feel as though I would be awake forever. The fresh air really did seem to have helped."
William held his hand out to her which she took with ease as he guided them back to their shared bed. Once they had got back under the bedsheets, the blond had noticed (name) was clutching a pillow as she shit her eyes whilst she tried to drift to sleep.
"Why are you holding that pillow as if it were a real person?" He asked, turning over on his side to face her back.
(Name) turned around so they were now looking at one another. "It's cold, and holding something always helps me sleep."
"You can hold me." William said, trying to appear as confident as possible despite his heart thumping against his chest. He reached over for the pillow in her arms and tossed it aside. (Name) rolled her eyes and glared at him
"You're getting bold." She said, awkwardly wrapping her arms around his torso and resting her head against his chest, keeping her eyes shut as if she were trying to avoid temptation.
A pale hand snaked around her waist as they embraced one another. Within seconds, William could see (name) now sleeping soundly in his arms, right before he did the same and shut his eyes to sleep.
“Good night, my love.”
A/N: Hey fl what were those books you were reading???🤨🤨Also can someone get the astronomy and moon reference (including the cloud bit) please and thank you. Finally got the long-awaited wedding chapter. Also little insight to fl backstory in her mothers monologue. Fl be like “I hate William 😡” and then cuddles with him while he’s shirtless. We're gonna have a little time skip next chapter and then move onto the main plot. With that, Act I is over! Thank you all for your support, it's very much appreciated. Bye byeee
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Granningham, July 4th 1818
Aurelia by now was dressed for her travels to visit her favorite Aunt in Henford. Her stomach was in knots and butterflies fluttered immensely within. Her heart could scarcely keep a steady beat and she was now more anxious than ever. What if her Mama told her no? What if she had to see him and make an awkward conversation? What would he think of her now that it's been 2 years? Aurelia was her own enemy, and her mind never knew peace. Sarah could always tell when Aurelia's anxiety was at its highest, and she would do anything to calm her nerves.
Sarah: Well m'lady, shall I go tell your Mama you wish to call on Lady Helena?
Aurelia: Oh yes please, I can't bear looking at him.
Emmeline: Ah, dear Sarah!
Sarah: Your grace..
It seemed that the sounds of the maids cleaning the foyer got louder with Aurelia's heartbeat. *Thump, thump, swoosh, swish*. Sarah was taking a lifetime to ask a simple question.
Emmeline: Well, the carriage wheel has broken, but do call her in!
Sarah: Your mama wants to see you...
Aurelia: But-
Sarah: She also says that the carriage wheel is broken and some footmen are out fixing it.
*Aurelia lets out a long, dreadful sigh*
Emmeline: And you know Lord Worthington, my dear Aurelia will be most galvanized upon your return!
Frederick: I'm not so sure about that your grace.
Emmeline: Oh nonsense! You two were very good friends back in 16' before you left.
Frederick: Yes..good friends we were.
Louisa: Oh need not worry Lord Worthington! I'm sure once you see her you'll become good friends again..
Frederick: ....
Emmeline: Yes, yes! Aurelia has quite blossomed since her 18th year. She's much more mature and serious, yet so beautiful!
Louisa: Mama is thankful for Aurelia's melancholic disposition. She says it makes her more beaut-
*Emmeline smacks Louisa's arm*
Louisa: MAMA!
A concerned and saddened look appeared on Frederick's face when Louisa's lips let the word melancholic fall out, but he continued to glare at the porcelain vases so mother and daughter would neither see. What could this mean? Was he the cause of this? He had to know.
Frederick: Melanch-
Emmeline: Oh look, here she comes!
Aurelia: Hello Mama..Louie.
Aurelia's stance was firm as well as her voice. Frederick felt the hushed symphony of memories awaken in Aurelia's voice. The sound of her words, once etched in his heart, stirring the echoes of the past he had almost let slip away. He turned around swiftly.
Frederick: Lady Aure-
Aurelia's stance no longer stood firm. As soon as he turned his body towards her she became weak and recoiled into an insecure posture. She couldn't dare meet his eyes, she might faint. She began fidgeting with her gloves.
Aurelia: *looking away* Lord Worthington..
Her voice was now soft and reserved. As if they had just met and were strangers.
An anguished look appeared upon Frederick's face. Did she hate him now? Did she hold some animosity towards him? He held none toward her and found it impossible to ever be cross with her. Even after that terrible night in 1816, he wasn't vexed, as he had blamed himself. Now he really blamed himself, maybe he shouldn't have run away to some foreign country for two years. Perhaps he should wait to talk to her, she was never open with her emotions, but he had a way of cracking her shell. He had always been patient with her, as he understood where her sorrows had come from.
Aurelia knew that look and saw it clearly out of the corner of her eye. It was the same look he gave her on August 2nd, 1816 except this time no tears were falling. She hated how she could remember how he looked in detail that night, and how his weeping was entirely her fault. She replayed that night in her head constantly, all day, every day. Why did she have to ruin her own happiness along with his? Why did he smile at her, for he should be the one to frown and look away. Why was she so cruel at times to the people who cared for her the most? Frederick was always kind to her, even when she'd been terrible to him. Not many people's sorrows had such an effect on Aurelia, but Frederick's did. Sadness lingered between them.
Emmeline: My God girl, are you deaf?
Aurelia: Maam?
Emmeline: I said what's all this business about calling on Helena? Surely you've never told me about it until I heard it from Sarah today.
Aurelia: Oh *brushing lint off sleeves* nothing Mama. I had just wished to pay my Aunt a call but since the carriage wheel is broken I suppose I'll have to do it another time. Or I could walk?
Emmeline: I do believe it will rain today and I'll not have my daughter appearing like a wet dog on the doors of the Ramsburys.
Frederick: I can take her.
Aurelia: WHA-
*Louisa starts giggling*
Emmeline: Oh surely, it's out of your way?
Frederick: I had plans to call on my mama. Lady Helena still lives in Henford, yes?
Aurelia: WHY-
Emmeline: Oh then splendid! You are an amiable young man, Sarah will accompany you two so I see it fit and Aurelia won't have to get wet! You three go along now, Louisa and I have to finish telling the servants what to pack us.
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could you do yelan and sara comforting reader after a breakdown or bad day? plus points if it involves cuddles :v
I got you, and I hope you're doing well. Thank you for the request.
Added Shenhe, Diluc, Xiao and Albedo.
Requests are open!
Shelter from the storm
Yelan, Sara, Shenhe, Diluc, Xiao and Albedo comforting you after a bad day/breakdown.
Warnings: Breakdowns, implied depression and anxiety, implied intrusive thoughts.
Genre: Comfort, angst to fluff
Yelan
Miss Yelan and you were both out and about on this fine day, well, a fine day in her opinion.
She did her usual work that Ningguang had asked of her to do, but she waited for the clock to tick by faster so she could get to see you again.
Unfortunately for you though, your day was less fine, for you had been low the entire day.
Actually, scratch that, you have been low the entire week— or was it longer? You couldn't tell at this point.
All you knew is that as the day dragged on, your energy levels kept dropping more and more until you were almost depleted of energy.
So when you finally got the chance to go home, you couldn't help but thank the Lord of Geo, and question him
"Dear Rex Lapis, please tell me why I've been feeling this way for a while? Why does it feel like I'm constantly in a storm? Or fighting a storm?"
You had asked the vast purplish, orangish sky, but had gotten no response from Morax.
You could only stare at the setting sun, your eyes dull as a numbing feeling was settled in your chest, where your heart was beating painfully.
You didn't hear Yelan walk up behind you, instead only feeling her arms snake around your waist, snapping you out from your endless thoughts.
"You've been staring at the sky for a while now. Did you discover a bird you like? Or are you captivated by the sunset?"
Yelan asks you, a smile tugging on her lips as she carefully places a kiss on your arm, but frowned when you made no move to look at her.
"What's the matter, my butterfly? Something eating away at you?"
Her voice was now more gentle, more softer as she turned you around slowly and gently, to get a good look at your face.
"Oh.. nothing, Yelan, don't worry about me."
Came the reply she wasn't looking for, a strained smile appearing on your face that didn't meet your eyes.
Alarms began ringing in Yelan's head before she wrapped an arm around your waist, gently leading you into your shared home and to your bedroom.
"My butterfly... how are you really? Please, talk to me, I'm right here for you. I'm your support, and I'll never stop supporting you."
Yelan's words and her gentle voice was enough to make the storm let its heavy rains pour down.
You began crying, sobbing uncontrollably while shaking violently.
Yelan pulled you close gently, letting you rest your head on her chest while she cradled your fragile being.
She let you sob as much as you needed to, gently rubbing your back as she held you closer, her hold protective and comforting.
She didn't say anything while you sobbed, rather choosing to let you cry it all out while giving you silent reassurances that she's there.
Once you were more calm, hiccuping softly as you attempted to wipe your tears, Yelan reached over for an glass, filled with water, on your table.
"Here. Drink some water. You can become dehydrated after having a breakdown, which leads to headaches."
And you drink the water, although shakily, until Yelan helps to feed you the water.
"My little butterfly, I know you've been struggling a lot, and work has been absolute hell for you, but I'm here. Your girlfriend Yelan will never let you go."
She tells you, her voice gentle yet firm as she gently cups your face and kisses the top of your head.
Yelan chooses to cuddle with you that night, holding you close to her while keeping your needs and comfort in mind
Surprises you with breakfast in the morning.
Yelan truly was your shelter in the storm within yourself.
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Sara
Sara knew what crappy days at work looked like, after all, she had to get the Arataki Gang arrested for violating the rules for the fifth time that week.
But when she stopped by your workplace for a routinely check up on you (and to see how things were going), she stopped.
She noticed you trying to hold back tears, your eyes dull and hand shaking as you worked. Almost as if you... got yelled at.
Sara saw red at the thought, but not towards you, and yet she composed herself enough to approach you with a loving smile.
"Might I steal you away from work today? I need you to assist me with a task from the Shogun herself."
And who would dare defy Kujou Sara herself, aka, the one who takes her job seriously enough to unleash her anger onto anyone who dares step in her way?
So you followed her out, one of her hands gently resting itself on your back as she led you wherever she wished.
Sara matched her steps with yours, gazing at you with concern before she led you to a secluded area.
"My little Raven, tell me what's happened."
Sara speaks softly, moving to gently cup your face with her hands, having pulled her gloves off to hold your face in her bare hands.
The imaginary string holding your tears back snapped, and you couldn't stop the warm, salty tears from running down your face.
Sara gently wiped your tears away, moving to instead hold you close so you can cry against her while she hid you from the view of others.
Or to keep you safe from the rest of the world.
"I keep ruining everything! I'm not good at anything, I-I can't do my job properly, I'm not good at studying stuff, I-I-I'm j-ju-just useless!"
You cried, and Sara felt her heart clench and sink at the same time upon hearing your words.
She hates how your mind makes you feel so worthless, so she holds you closer, kissing the top of your head.
"My little Raven, please, try and breathe. You're almost having a breakdown, and while it's okay, I don't want you feeling physically weak."
Sara mumbles against your ear, her voice calming and patient, gently rubbing your back as she tries to soothe you.
But you weren't able to calm down, no matter how hard you tried, it just resulted in you hiccuping as you tried to retrain your sobs, and Sara noticed.
She sighed softly, opting to sit down with you and cradle you close, trying her best to soothe you.
Holding you in her arms and slightly rocking you, Sara had no idea how to properly comfort anyone, but she knew you always appreciated her efforts.
"If you are unable to prevent your breakdown, then let it out. I'll take care of you."
Sara told you, her golden eyes showing concern as she held you closer, and as you looked up at her with teary eyes, you saw it.
Sara gently wiped your tears, whispering soothing words for you to hear as she cradled you close.
Once you calmed down enough, Sara helped you up and began carefully leading you somewhere, passing a food stall.
"You hungry?"
She asked you softly, glancing at you, only to see you shake your head.
You weren't hungry, and you most certainly wouldn't be able to eat after a breakdown without feeling like throwing up.
Sara frowned slightly and called one of the soldiers that served under her, and ordered them to tell your boss that you'd get the rest of the day off by order of the Shogun.
Ei standing in the corner, trying to get some dango milk and just hearing all the lies but letting it pass because you're Sara's s/o
Sara then leads you home, moving to carry you home instead once you almost fell a couple of times, your legs feeling like jelly.
Upon leading you in the house, she carefully sets you down on the bed and moves to run you a bath, only for you to gently tug her hand, silently pleading for her to stay.
Sara gently moved to kiss your forehead, then gently leaned her forehead against yours.
"It's okay. I'm not leaving you."
She said, but you pulled her closer, not wanting to feel alone in the moment, not even for a minute.
Sara gave you a reassuring smile and moved to cuddle with you instead, holding you close as letting you rest your head on her chest.
"I'm here. I will shelter you from any storm you might come across."
.
Shenhe
Shenhe was out doing some errands for her (adopted) mother, known to all as Cloud Retainer.
That's when Shenhe almost literally bumped into your tired and kind of zoned out self, standing in front of Wanmin Restaurant.
"Magpie? What's the matter? Why do you seem more of a zombie than Qiqi?"
Shenhe asked.... kind of bluntly, but not with any malice in her words, just concern she couldn't express properly.
And yet you had not even acknowledged her presence just yet, still off in your own world, feeling numb.
It was not until Shenhe placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, that you flinched, and snapped out of it.
"O-oh! Shenhe! When did you get here?"
You asked her somewhat nervously, avoiding eye contact with her as your eyes darted from side to side, looking for a distraction.
"Just now actually. Why do you seem so.... dazed?"
Shenhe asked, gently placing her hands on both your shoulders, scanning over your form briefly.
"Did someone hurt you?"
She asked, grip tightening a bit, but not enough to hurt you, causing you to finally meet her gaze, startled.
"N-no! Not at all!"
You exclaimed, trying to reassure her that she did not have to punch anyone in the face today, or break anyone's arms.
"Then what's the issue?"
Shenhe asked, blinking almost owlishly as she awaited a response from you, watching you nervously play with your fingers.
You then sighed before meeting her gaze once more, a slight frown on your face.
"I just.... had a bad day."
You admitted, and Shenhe abruptly pulled you into a hug, a hug that was comforting and protective.
Shenhe had learned how to hug because you had taught her how to, showed her how to love.
"I get that. Do you wanna talk about it?"
She asked you, moving slightly to look at you, only for you to bury yourself against her more, craving her hold.
"Not right now."
You mumbled to her, holding her a bit tighter as she moved to place a kiss to your shoulder.
"That's fine too."
Shenhe said before glancing around the area, Xiangling catching her eye before she glanced over to you once more.
"Would you like some ice cream? Chongyun once mentioned how ice cream helps a lot of people feel better."
You hesitated, glancing up to meet her gaze that hid her gentleness deep down.
"...I'd like that. Yeah."
You said with a nod, causing Shenhe to let out a satisfied hum before calling Xiangling over to ask her to make you ice cream.
Once your ice-cream was ready, Shenhe talking to you about anything she knew would make you feel happy, she held the treat to you.
"Here. Have some ice-cream."
She said, and when you took it, she pulled you onto her lap, startling you as she held you close.
This was normal between you two by now, because Shenhe liked having you on her lap.
And after you offered her your ice-cream so she could get a taste, a very faint pink hue dusted her cheeks.
But other than treating you to ice-cream, Shenhe also allowed you to drag her places you liked, watching with a satisfied look when your mood slowly picked up.
Loads of cuddles from her that night, she's clingy, but she's extra clingy when one of you are down in the dumps.
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Diluc
Diluc was at Flora's flower shop, passing by before deciding to get you something, ignoring Donna gushing over him.
The sun had already set, and the starry skies revealed to tease people of secrets the stars knew, but wouldn't tell.
"Oh, Master Diluc!"
A sing-song voice that made him want to rip his hair out was heard, the voice of his brother, Cavalry Captain Kaeya.
"Sir Kaeya. Still looking for any horses around Mondstadt?"
Diluc asked, eyes narrowed as Kaeya playfully gapsed in mock offense. Or was that actual offense?
"How rude of you, Diluc. All I wanted to tell you was that your partner is near the Barbatos statue by the Cathedral."
Kaeya said, slightly crossing his arms with a shrug, Diluc immediately locking the information in his mind.
With narrowed eyes and a grumbled thanks, the young Master made his way to the giant Barbatos statue.
Only to see that you weren't there.
Did Kaeya lie to him? Or did you finally climb the statue after joking with him for so long that you would?
He decided to climb up and check for himself, and then work based on his results.
So when he finally reached the hands of Barbatos and saw you standing on the hands, sobs echoing in the wind, he gently pulled you close.
Pulled you into his arms, wrapping his coat around you and maybe crushing the flowers in his coat.
"My dove, why are you crying? What happened?"
Diluc's soft and gentle voice asked you, gently wiping your tears away as you kept sobbing, trying to stop.
But you couldn't. You just couldn't, for you had a bad day, a bad week actually.
Diluc knew you were going to break one day, he just didn't know that day would come so soon.
It reminded him of how he was in a simpler time, a time where everyone knew about young Diluc's gentle heart.
"It's okay. Cry as much as you need to. I'm here. I'll keep you safe."
Diluc murmured softly to you, allowing you to cry as much as you needed to, moving to carefully sit down with you.
Diluc cradled you in his arms, rocking you both slightly in an attempt to try and help you feel better, staying away from the edge.
When your crying had yet to slow down, Diluc hummed you a soft song that his father used to sing for him and Kaeya when they were upset or scared.
And once you were starting to calm down, soft hiccups escaping your lips along with soft whimpers, Diluc pressed a kiss to your forehead.
"Do you want to accompany me back home? You look like you need some well deserved rest."
Diluc asked, and once you agreed, he carefully got you both down to solid ground and was ready to walk home with you.
But you tugged on his sleeve, a tired look on your face as Diluc looked over at you.
"I'm tired. Carry me?"
You asked, and Diluc smiled slightly before moving to carry you on his back, making sure you were secure as he felt your cheek against his back.
"As you wish, my dove."
Diluc said before walking home with you resting on his back, and of course, home would be the Dawn Winery.
A home only because you made it feel like a home.
Diluc didn't miss how your breathing had gotten more even, showing that you were asleep. He didn't blame you.
And once arriving at the Dawn Winery, he did his best to ensure that your sleep would not be disturbed, but alas, you woke up when he stopped.
"Are we home yet?"
You asked him in a mumble, Diluc moving to gently set you down and hold you close again.
"We're home. Would you like to go to bed now or—"
"I want to spend more time with you."
You interrupted him, and Diluc smiled gently at you, a soft chuckle escaping his lips before he kisses your hand.
"Then might I interest you in a new juice blend I've been making recently?"
Diluc asked, and your eager nod was all he needed before placing his jacket on you and moving to make you his latest concoction.
You finally noticed the slightest squashed flowers in his jacket, the gesture enough to make you smile as you placed it in a vase of water.
And when Diluc arrived, you drank your juice as he held you by the fireplace, and carried you to bed with him when you had fallen asleep again.
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Xiao
Darling Adeptus Xiao was always watching over you to make sure that you'd be okay no matter what happened, and so no danger fell upon you.
His eyes narrowed when he saw how your excitement gradually fell through the day.
From a bright expression to a defeated look and slumped shoulders, he saw it all everytime he stopped by during his patrol breaks.
A skip in your step became you slowly walking, borderline dragging your feet from exhaustion, and he wasn't having it.
The Traveller was surprised when they found that Xiao was the one who commissioned them, but saw that it was for you.
Xiao asked the Traveller to deliver to you his signature dish, Sweet Dreams, to try and uplift your mood while glaring at Paimon as a warning.
And when you saw his signature dish delivered to you, it was as if a light pierced through the darkness enveloping you.
Thanking the Traveller, you went to a secluded area just outside the city, and called for Xiao to come and join you.
And he immediately was by your side, sitting next to you shoulder to shoulder, looking at you with a soft gaze.
"You called?"
He asked, smiling when he noticed the look of tired joy on your face, a joy because of him that eased your sadness away a bit.
"Would you like to eat with me?"
You asked, offering him some of his Almond Tofu, but Xiao simply chuckled, placing a Crystalfly in your hair.
(Or a Qingxing flower behind your ear. Your pick)
"You eat. I'll have some later. I made this for you."
Xiao told you, smiling lovingly at you as he met your gaze, moving to kiss your cheek gently.
"But I want to share even a bit with you."
You mumbled, and Xiao's heart began to flutter, but he silently scolded himself before the heat on his face became visible in a blush.
It was not the time to get flustered, not yet.
"Alright, I'll be happy to share some with you then."
Xiao said, grabbing the spoon and took some of the food before moving to feed you instead.
"I'm going to feed you. You're okay with that, right?"
Xiao asked you, but you eating from the spoon he held towards you was just the answer that he had needed from you.
"It will be night soon. Would you like to stargaze with me?"
Xiao asked you, softly, initiating the conversation so that he can cheer you up, for Xiao was not much of a talker until it came to you.
"Yeah. I would really like that."
You tell him with a mumble, Xiao still feeding you before kissing your forehead.
"I once heard a mortal say that the stars hold the destinies of people. I don't believe that myself, but if it's true, I hope the stars show a brighter future for you."
Xiao told you softly, making you want to cry again, but this time from how sweet his words were. Sweeter than his dish.
You hugged him, and Xiao couldn't help but return the hug, holding you close as you tightly grabbed onto his shirt to compose yourself.
Xiao teleported you both to the Wangshu Inn balcony, where he always stood.
There laid a blanket on the ground, as if he was planning on stargazing with you all along.
And so, laying down with him, the young adeptus pulled you close and watched the stars with you.
"If you ever find yourself overwhelmed and wish for an escape, speak my name. I'll gladly come to rescue you."
He truly was a shelter from the storms you faced at times, your comfort.
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Albedo
Chief Alchemist Albedo, known as Big Brother to Klee
He's well versed in human social cues from studying a textbook on psychology and from watching Kaeya work on shared work stuff.
So when he bumps into you while out in Mondstadt for once, he scans over your form.
Dried tears, puffy eyes, shaky breathes and your voice slightly hoarse when speaking.
Yeah, he knows you just finished a breakdown not too long ago.
"Something you'd like to talk about?"
Albedo asks you, tone soft as he watches your gaze dart off to the side, signalling you being uncomfortable.
"No.."
Came your response, and Albedo nodded slightly before reaching out to wipe whatever tear had yet to dry up.
"Then would you be willing to accompany me out to lunch? I'm just getting a small snack."
He asked you oh so sweetly, and you couldn't bring yourself to decline when you saw his smile. Except...
"I'd rather try your cooking."
Albedo smiled sweetly at you and moved to gently hold your hand, a warmth that was almost calming.
"Then I'll make something for us to eat. I'll make you your favourite food."
Albedo tells you, placing a kiss to the back of your hand before gently leading you to follow him, leading you home, which was coincidentally close by.
And as Albedo began cooking for you, he hummed a gentle song that he used whenever he needed to soothe Klee.
It seemed to soothe you too, even a bit, and Albedo was satisfied by the outcome of his humming.
He didn't force a conversation with you, knowing you may not be willing to talk, but he did break the silence occasionally.
"Still hungry? It won't be too long now."
"Anything you want me to add?"
Questions like that were what he had asked you in order to not overwhelm you, but when the silence, a heavy silence, dragged on a bit too long for his liking, he spoke again.
"You're not alone, you know?"
"Even if it feels like the burdens of the world is crashing on you, you're never alone."
"I'm here, my love. I'll share the burdens with you."
"And when you find yourself getting tired and unsure if carrying on is worth it, I'll be here to carry you and take care of you."
"You're never alone. I'm here by your side, I'll carry you if you find yourself falling."
Albedo's words made you tear, sobs returning to you as you cried at his caring and gentle words, words you needed to hear.
He halts cooking for a moment to hold you close, gently wiping your tears away as you cling to him for dear life.
It feels soothing. Calming. Safe
He holds you close for as long as you need him to, kissing your tears away too, and humming the song almost long forgotten.
And upon noticing you were calmer, he finished cooking, took the food to cool down before moving to the couch.
Setting you down, he followed, and cradled you close.
"Albedo?"
"Yes, love?"
"Thank you. And I love you."
"I love you too."
And when he noticed you fall asleep during your cuddle session, he carried you to bed, making sure not to wake you, and layed with you.
Whispering a promise to you to always be your shelter from the storm you faced while holding you close.
And Albedo finally allowed himself to drift to sleep with you too, the food he prepared ready for you both to eat when you would awake.
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fatima aamer bilal, from all hunger is, is love.
[text id: my heart knew no name more furiously than yours.
a scripture that burns beneath my tongue.
the mere glimpse of you clogs my lungs as if the butterflies have deemed them their home
but when you leave my sight, i can’t bear the thought of it being forever.
oh, lord, how i am willing to embrace you until all the love in my being seeps into you.
[and i can’t bring my myself to imagine a world with you,
this world is pure agony without you.
this world is my grave.]
these hands, attached to my wrists, with no purpose other than to hold yours— weep.
my palms are heavy with the emptiness of your hands.
it was inevitable.
you could have marched towards me, parading your teeth like hands, tearing all the meaningless flesh apart, turning my ribs inside, and taking a bite out of my heart—
and i would have done nothing, not when i couldn’t look past your eyes.
so warm. even the sun yearns to bask in them.
sick. sick. sick. how i would have waited for you to take another bite. then another. another. devour me whole. all hunger is, is love.
and i hope you’re hungry, dear darling.
“you have always been like this?”
“no.” yes.
oh, how i would pray to get sick, so my mother would take care of me.]
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