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#i’m not home yet so this is all i could fit on my phone lol
cherry-leclerc · 5 months
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what we know ☆ cl16
genre: angst, reminiscent
word count: 1.7k
Rainy days are something so familiar to home. Perhaps that's why Charles shows up at your front step.
inspired by this !
req!... back again after 4 days lol... this has got to be one of my new favorites, i don't know !! enjoy !
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Despite the weather app declaring that it would be a rather sunny day, it was not. It was gloomy and a light drizzle tapped against your window. You don’t seem to mind though, as you cuddle into your blanket. With a satisfied sigh, you sip on your tea as you pick up your book. Suddenly, your phone rings. 
“Are you home?”
When you don’t reply, his voice falters as he mumbles lowly. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called.
But you also shouldn’t have picked up.
“It’s okay. I should have known better too, right?” Standing up, you slip your feet into your Uggs, already making your way to the front door. “I’m home. You can come in.” 
Swinging the brown door open, there stands Charles. He’s slightly hunched over as he tries his best to cover his head from the now pouring rain. He immediately smiles as he runs in. “God. It really just let loose, didn’t it?” Drying his shoes against your rug, he looks up. “Thank you for letting me in.”
You cross your arms over your chest as you nod. It takes a while for you to offer him a cup of tea for himself. Sitting on your couch, you go back to cover your legs with your quilt. He laughs. “You’re still trying to start reading that book, right?” You frown. 
“Actually, I just finished.” Skimming through the thin pages, you nod at it before tossing on the coffee table. He hums before warming his hands against the mug.
“No you haven’t.” Now you just want to kick him out. This time for reading you like an open book. How dare he still have that type of power over you? How would you know? you ask. Scratching the right side of his nose, he stares at you with a fond expression. The kind that tells you that even he hated that he could see right through you. “A Little Life? There’s no way you’ve even read a single chapter. You always said you were too scared. That you read enough reviews saying how sad it was and that you didn’t think you could ever put yourself through it. I just…know you, I guess.”
Pursing your lips, you smooth out your blanket. Meekly, you say, “That’s not true, I’ve…changed.” The pain that shoots straight to Charles’ chest is enough for him to take a sip of his hot tea - even if it burns him. He likes that he has a distraction with his sizzling tongue. That way he could ignore the possibility that he might not know you at all. 
“Of course.” 
The room is silent for a good minute, and while before it would have been fit with comfortable silence, now it was anything but that. It felt tense and it was as if the walls were closing in on you. And yet, you found yourself wanting those walls to push you two together. If that made any sense. Chewing your lip, your eyes flicker towards him before falling back to your mug. “Your hair is longer…” 
He blushes. “Oh, yeah. I haven’t had time to fly home for maman to trim it.” You nod. Your heart accelerates when his eyes study your small living room. Not much has changed. He could see the usual bookshelf, record player, stuff like that. His eyes come to a stop when he sees a small frame. “You still kept it?” 
It’s a picture of you and him. One where you had convinced him to squeeze into a photobooth with you. It’s a single row, but it splits into three different versions. The first: he frowns as you squish his cheeks, turning his attention to the camera. The second: you both smile wide. The third: your first kiss. 
His scrutiny burns you as lazy finger twirls the thin string that connects to the tea bag. You bring it up and down a few times before looking back at him. “Of course I did. I couldn’t possibly forget something like that.”
Now it’s his turn to look away. His heart feels as if it’s endured a thousand punches and all bruises were completely piling up, making it hard to breathe. But for you, it had always been worth it. “I kept mine, too.”
Stretching your legs out, you poke him with your foot as he shoots a playful glare. You laugh. “Don’t get sad on me now. It was nice while it lasted.” A wobbly smile forms itself on your lips before you grin as if that could stop you from feeling anything. That was the last thing you wanted. 
But Charles? It had been months since he last felt something old and true. Something that excites him, more than any win, more than any prize, more than anything. Part of him has grown accustomed to being alone, without you, but from time to time he would circle back to what he held with you. It’s almost as if it didn’t matter. To be happy. To be sad. To be complete. To be broken. To be golden. To be blue.
None of it matters and he would gladly accept it all if it meant having you.
“It was, wasn’t it?”
He stays longer than intended, but it made sense to fall into the familiar routine. It’s something so easy to stir up dinner together. It’s easy to set the table together. And it’s also easy to miss what once was.
“Feels lonely here sometimes.” Your voice is quiet and shy. Fork picking at your brussel sprouts. They’re slightly burnt, but you don’t care. Charles had tried so hard. Swallowing, he put his own fork down before drumming his fingers against his lap. He’s about to speak when you cut him off. “I really wish it had been you. God, you don’t know how bad I prayed it had worked out for us.”
The way your nose turns pink is a clear indication that you’re about to let it all out. Selfishly, he wants to see it happen. For you to prove to him that you missed him too, just as much as he did you. The more sane part of him slapped him across the face because he could never do that if there was ever a way of preventing it. Seeing you cry has to be the worst thing in his mind. 
“You know, I’ve purposely lost races.” The few tears that your eyes held are long gone as you stare back in confusion. What? He lets out a sheepish smile. “It’s stupid. I know. But sometimes I just do it - and I know it’s going to sound crazy - but…to feel something? It’s just…it's been such a long time and then it happens and I expect something, but nothing ever occurs. Sometimes, I do it too just to see if you would ever reach out. To see if you would care.”
“Of course I care, but you don’t have to do all that for you to know it.” He winces as he nods. 
“I know.” His heart hiccups when he sees your soft eyes. “But whenever I see you, or hear you, it suddenly hits me. My heart finally catches up, it seems. The worst part is that I don’t know how to make it stop and go back to not relying on you.”
“Charles-”
“And I know we said we were done with…this, but you know me. I’ve always been a stubborn man. I can’t just erase you. Even if I wanted to.”
You open your mouth before you close it. What is there to say? His sad, green eyes lock with your as you study him as if it's the last time you ever would. Your heart squeezes at the sight of his brown locks that curled up more than normal since the rain. You politely thank the humid room for gifting you such a sight. 
“If we’re being truthful tonight then let me share my misery, too.” This makes him crack a smile as you giggle. Licking your lips, you start. “Last Wednesday, I was craving sushi.” He raises his brow.
“You hate sushi.”
“I do,” you hum. “But I was craving it, okay? Just! Let me tell my story.” A narrowed glare has him raising his arms up in defense before you applaud him. “So, at 11pm I drove around trying to find an open spot. I drove and drove and drove. And then guess what? I found one!” No way, he wails, entertaining your story. You flip him off. “And so I walked in and there stood a man. Someone who anyone else would find attractive, but I found myself sad, because you know what? They didn’t compare to you.” He stops breathing, he thinks.
“I asked for a table for two and he laughed. He asked me, ‘Is someone else joining you?’. I looked around for a moment. As if you would be there, but obviously you weren’t. I sat alone in a small booth; ordered the first thing I saw. Then, when they brought out my food I literally gagged in front of the chef. It was so embarrassing!” 
He cackles when you show him the way you did it. His stomach hurts from how much he’s laughing. “I had to immediately apologize. I think I hurt his feelings… I sat there for 20 minutes, just staring at raw fish and next thing I knew, I was balling my eyes out. I was confused and frustrated, in a way I’ve never felt before. Because none of it made sense. But then it dawned on me as to why I was crying…” He raises his brows, signaling for you to continue. 
“It was because I wished you were there to stop me from ordering sushi.”
It’s a simple confession. One that really doesn’t matter, but to him it did. To you it did.
“I wished that you were there to stop me. Not because I like it or not…it’s not even about that. It was more because you know me.” Your vision becomes blurry as you flash a weak smile. “You really do know me so well.”
He wants to reach out to hug you. To kiss you. To just be there for you. 
But it had been a while since you both decided to check out. It was never going to work.
“I do.”
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harrywavycurly · 9 months
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Fake Husband Eddie Part 2: Meeting Someone?
Part 1: here
Part 3: here
Tag List: @alana4610 @fluentmoviequoter @alicentswife @vivalasv3gan @goth-cowgirl-03 @yujyujj @slowgabinaburninroom @zaddyskye69
TW: Cursing and drinking
A/N: Before you all come for me don’t worry there is a part 3 and it’s the final part of this little trilogy lol also idk why I added in Frank and the Hideout backstory it was just something that was sitting in the back of my mind and it fit. Anywayyyy enjoy!!✨
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You smooth out the front of your shirt as you sit down on one of the worn out barstools at the back of the Hideout. It’s been exactly a week since you met Eddie and it only felt right that the two of you have your first official date at the bar you met at. Over the span of a week you two have gotten to know each other quite well, you learned that Eddie would much rather FaceTime you than text you because he likes to hear your voice, especially your laugh he loves how it sounds even through the phone. You also learned that he loves his job, he works at the garage in town and he’s always got his head under someone’s hood fixing a transmission or tinkering with a stubborn fuel line.
Eddie has learned things about you as well, he knows that you like to read before bed and he doesn’t know why but it shocked him a bit to learn the two of you have a few books in common on your bookshelves. He notices things like how you try to hide your face when you’re smiling and he just assumes that’s something you’ve always done but he’s made a mental note to try to remind you how pretty you are when you smile because it’s really one of his favorite things to see. You go on little rants about things that have bothered you during the day and he loves how passionate you get because your arms go everywhere and you also always end it with “you know what I mean?” and even if he has no clue he can’t help but smile and just nod and reassure you that yes he knows what you mean.
The two of you have grown close over the past several days and you’ve started to develop a rather large crush on the long haired metal head. Luckily for you though Eddie made his feelings known the night he drove you home from the hideout.
“You know what?” You turn your head and look at Eddie who’s smiling at you as he watches you reach for the handle of the passenger side door of his van.
“What?” Eddie leans over his middle console so he can tuck a few stay hairs behind your ear making you blush as you feel his hand brush against your cheek.
“I think I like you.” You raise an eyebrow at him as you playfully glare at him making him laugh.
“You think?” You tease as Eddie reaches for your hand that has his skull ring on it, you smile as you watch him twirl it around your finger since it’s a little too big for you but you like how it feels so you haven’t taken it off.
“Sorry sweetheart.” He looks up at you as you find yourself leaning into him. “I know I like you.” He adds right before he places a kiss to your lips making you smile as he pulls away.
The sound of a glass being set down in front of you jolts you out of your daydream as you blink a few times before looking around to see if Eddie has shown up yet. You look at your phone and see it’s only ten minutes past six, the time you both agreed to meet so you just brush it off to him being a little late and look up to see the bartender cleaning a few glasses in front of you.
“What can I get ya?” Frank the bartender and half owner of the Hideout asks as he gives you a smile. “I make a mean martini.” He jokes as he shoots you a playful wink making you laugh.
“Uh I’ll just have a vodka tonic please.” He nods and starts making your drink. “Have you worked here a while?” You ask trying to make small talk to help the time pass before Eddie shows up and this is only the second time you’ve ever been here so might as well get to know the bartenders.
“You could say that.” Frank answers as he slides your drink in front of you. “I’m Frank and I may not look it but I’m one of the Hideout's original customers.” You just nod your head encouraging him to continue as you take a sip of your drink, Frank is an older gentleman with long gray hair he has tucked into a low pony on the back of his neck and a few tattoos scattered around his forearms that are only visible because he has his flannel rolled up to his elbows. “I helped them name this place because we used to meet here back in the day when it wasn’t actually a bar, to hideout from people we didn’t want to see or nagging wives we were avoiding so when they wanted to turn it into a bar I said why not just call it the Hideout?” Frank explained and you couldn’t help but giggle at the mention of avoiding nagging wives.
“It’s a great name.” You watch him smile as he looks around the bar to see if anyone needs anything.
“Meeting someone?” Frank asks as he glances down at the giant skull ring on your ring finger.
“Uh yeah.” You’re not sure how to answer his question so you just go with your gut. “My husband actually.” Frank just smiles and nods as he goes back to cleaning glasses as you slowly sip on your drink as you anxiously look at your phone again and let out a sigh when you see it’s now six thirty.
Eddie is elbows deep in a minivan’s engine that is just refusing to let him get his fingers in the correct place to install a new part. He lets out a frustrated groan as he takes a step back from the van and places his grease covered hands on his hips and closes his eyes and looks up towards the ceiling of the garage. He wonders for a moment what you’re going to wear on your date with him tonight, he’s had tonight circled on his calendar all week and he’d be lying if he didn’t say he even added little hearts to it and everything.
“Why do all minivans have to be so damn stubborn?” He mumbles as he opens his eyes and takes a step closer to the van. “I’m just trying to help you.” He explains as he uses his wrist to wipe some sweat off his brow, as he drops it back down to his side he feels his whole world begin to move in slow motion when he catches the time on his watch. “Oh fuck fuck fuck.” He drops the wrench in his left hand and heads for the break room of the garage.
“Eddie?” Greg the parts guy asks as Eddie rushes past him so he can grab his stuff from his locker.
“I’m late!” Eddie shouts over his shoulder as he heads for the door. He quickly jumps into his van and starts the engine as he digs around in his bag for his phone. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding.” He groans when he sees his phone is on 10% battery because he forgot to put it on the charger after falling asleep on FaceTime with you last night. He looks at the clock and silently prays to whoever it is that might be listening to let you still be waiting for him even though it’s well after eight at night and he was supposed to meet you at six.
“Shit shit.” He presses your name in his phone and it rings once before his whole screen goes black meaning his phone is dead. “Fuck!” Eddie feels like his heart is in his stomach as he pulls out of the parking lot of his work and heads straight for the Hideout.
He doesn’t look for your car in the bar’s parking lot because he knows you planned to get dropped off so he could just take you home. He not so gently snatches his keys from the ignition after putting it in park and slams his door closed as he exits the van. He ignores the looks he’s getting form the men outside smoking as he rushes into the bar, he’s sure he looks like he’s lost with his work overalls on tied around his waist and his hair in a messy bun and grease stains everywhere. Frank turns when he hears the door open and he raises an eyebrow at Eddie when he lets out a sigh at all the empty seats in the back of the bar, exactly where you told him you’d be so he could meet you.
“Looking for your wife?” Eddie looks at the bartender and nods his head because you’d been jokingly calling yourself his wife all week so of course you’d tell the bartender you were waiting for your husband. Frank tosses something at Eddie and when he catches it and sees what it is he feels his heart break a bit. “Left about an hour ago.” He adds as Eddie stares at the skull ring that’s sitting in the palm of his hand.
“Oh no.” And with that Eddie turns on his heels and runs straight back out to the parking lot towards his van because no way is he letting him being an idiot be the reason you two end things.
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britany1997 · 22 days
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hey bestie for requests i was thinking something with toxic/stalker/possessive paul with a reader he falls for love at first sight/pining for reader since he first saw them, whether that’s him getting jealous of someone at the boardwalk flirting with HIS partner (whether reader knows it or not yet) or reader hanging with friends and paul hates sharing the reader with anyone other than him or something like that. just super possessive paul sounds *chef’s kiss*. feel free to disregard if you don’t want to do this!
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Every Breath You Take
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Of course of course! Thought this would be a fitting first story for my return to writing:):) hope you enjoy it!
Warnings: stalker/yandere Paul, general yandere behavior, kidnapping, making out, light touching lol
Paul x fem! Reader
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“He’s staring at you again,” the semi concerned words of your boyfriend came with a sharp elbow to the side. You catch the eyes of the same wild-haired blond man who seemed to pop up wherever you were.
Like always, your shared gaze didn’t last long as his blue eyes quickly flitted away. Yours narrowed, curious as to how he always seemed to know where you’d be.
“I’m sick of this asshole,” your boyfriend decides, rolling up his sleeves, “him and I are gonna have a conversation.” As he moved forward to walk towards the blond man you placed your hand on his chest, blocking him.
“Let’s not resort to violence,” you firmly suggested, “he’s not doing anything really he’s just…” you sucked in a breath, watching as the man pulled out a joint, not so subtly avoiding your eyes from afar, “watching.”
Your boyfriend scoffed, “you placate the weird kid you end up at the bottom of a lake.” Your nose scrunched in disgust. “What you didn’t see that Netflix doc babe?” He continued, “you never heard of Dahmer?”
You rolled your eyes, rolling your shoulder so his arm slid off, “you’re such a prick sometimes,” you mumbled.
Your boyfriend glared, “whatever, if I’m such a prick, why don’t you go be with that dude.” He gestured at the blue eyed man, who seemed to be trying (and failing) to pretend he wasn’t listening to your conversation.
“In fact,” your boyfriend pulled his keys from his pocket, “maybe he can give you a ride home.”
“What the fuck? You’re really gonna be like this right now?” you shook your head at your boyfriend’s hysterics, “real nice babe.”
He shrugged, saluting you mockingly before turning and walking away, leaving you stranded on the boardwalk.
Your head fell into your hands, what an asshole.
You looked in the direction of that blond guy, maybe he could give you a ride home. All things considered, he did seem harmless…and he was even sorta handsome. But unfortunately for you, he was also gone.
“Shit,” you muttered, pulling out your phone and clicking open the Uber app. You sighed. ‘This time I’m done with him,’ you thought to yourself, ‘no going back.’
“You sure?” A voice as smooth as silk purred over your shoulder, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin.
As you turned, your wide eyes bore into stunning blue ones. Your jaw went slack. You couldn’t deny that deep down you’d always thought he was an attractive guy…but up close? He might as well have been Adonis.
Maybe he liked seeing you squirm because the corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk. “You done with him baby? Want a real man? Hmm?” His honeyed voice lulled you into a trance. You gasped like a fish as you stared at his perfect face. You let him slip an arm around your shoulder.
But then your brow furrowed, your shoulder tensing under his grip. “But…I never said I was done with him… not out loud,” you mused, shooting him a confused look.
He huffed a quick laugh. “You musta been thinkin out loud sugar,” he winked, “was half way to my bike when I heard you say that, thought I’d come back and getcha, give ya a ride maybe?”
That sounded nice. Much nicer than walking home. And hey, this guy seemed fine, the only thing he’d ever done to you was hang around while you were at the boardwalk, and damn, it was a public place anyway.
You shrugged and let him lead you towards his motorcycle as his arm slipped from your shoulder to your waist.
As you settled into the seat in front of him, he smiled brightly. “Lucky I was here huh sugar? The breakers is a good five miles from here.”
As one of his hands slid around a handlebar and the other wrapped itself around your hip, you froze. “How do you know which apartment complex I live in?” You whispered, fear coursing through you.
You felt Paul’s grip on your hip tighten as his body tensed behind you. Then he relaxed, fingers drawing light circles on your hip bone. “Fuck babydoll, knew I’d mess this up.” You felt him lean in closer, his head resting on your shoulder.
You willed your body to run, scream, do anything, but you were petrified, held captive by your fear and this man’s firm, veiny hands.
“This might hurt,” he whispered into your ear before his teeth sunk into your neck.
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You were awoken by the feeling of a hand running through your hair. You smiled softly, leaning into the touch as your eyes slowly opened.
The scene you’d expected to wake to, of your boyfriend lovingly stroking your locks, vanished as you were met with the same bright blue eyes of the man from the boardwalk.
“Oh good you’re awake,” he smiled his terribly beautiful smile, the sight of it now making you sick.
You tensed and tried to pull away before realizing the blond man had your left wrist handcuffed to the bed.
“Just a precaution for now,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “when you can show me you can be a good girl for me, I’ll take it off.” He promised, almost gently.
You whimpered as you began to feel tears threatening to spill.
Paul softened, “no baby don’t cry,” he managed to gather you up in his arms, your cuffed hand hanging awkwardly from the bed as he cradled you.
“I’ll take such good care of you,” he promised, “I’ll spoil you, hold you, love you, whatever you want.” He buried his face into the nape of your neck and inhaled deeply. “I wanted to do this right, honest!” He told you, “but you’re so damn smart babydoll, you figured it all out so I just had to take ya.”
You sucked in a breath, fighting to hold back your tears as the blond man rambled desperately.
“It’s Paul by the way,” he tells you, “but you can call me anything you want sugar, whatever makes you happy,” I seductive smirk played on his lips, “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to call me daddy.”
You cringed.
“Not there yet? Ok baby” Paul’s grip on you tightened, you could feel his freezing skin pressed against every part of you.
Your heart rate raced at his touch and he sighed. “I promise I’m not gonna hurt you babydoll,” he whispered, nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck once more. “I’ll be so sweet to you.”
“You bit me,” your quiet voice whimpered, “that hurt.” You reminded him.
Paul sighed, “I know sugar, I won’t ever bite you again…unless you want me to of course,” he promised, purring the last part into your ear.
You squeaked.
His hand moved to caress your cheek as he titled your gaze up to his. “I’ll be so good to you baby I promise. I’ll treat you like a princess.” His thumb rubbed against your cheek as his eyes softened with a boyish sweetness and adoration. “You’re so cute, and soft, and human.” He spoke almost absentmindedly, smiling as he touched you.“I’ll give you anything you want sugar, anything.” He whispered, his voice laced with desperation.
“You always looked so tired when you came home from work,” Paul continued, stroking your hair while he spoke. “Used to get so worried about bills…about everything. I can take care of you baby don’t you see? You’ll never have to worry about anything here, all you gotta worry ‘bout is lookin pretty f’me.” He kissed your cheek.
“Fuck, that shouldn’t be too hard for ya huh baby? You’re always so damn pretty for me,” his eyes clouded with hunger as he looked at you. “I’m gonna be so good to you babydoll” he repeated, his voice dripped with honey as he nipped at your neck.
You gasped at the sensation of him licking and sucking on your sensitive skin. The same sensation that had terrified you moments ago, now had you squirming with pleasure in Paul’s lap.
While you sunk into the feeling of his mouth on your skin, his hand found it’s way to the hem of your shirt. It snaked under to rub gentle circles on your stomach, sneaking higher with every caress.
You mewled in delight. Paul’s touch blew your boyfriend’s out of the water. To him, pleasure had been a game, to Paul, pleasure was an art.
You snapped back to reality when you felt Paul hardening against you in his lap.
Your eyes flew open as you remembered where you were, as you remembered the cuff around your wrist. This wasn’t right.
“W-wait,” you managed to whimper out, pushing his chest back as you did. “This is all a little much right now,” you said hesitantly, bracing yourself for Paul’s reaction.
His gaze softened, “course sugar, don’t wanna push ya.” He planted a chaste kiss on your lips before detangling himself from the bed and kneeling in front of you. “Do you want something to eat baby?” He asked, his pretty blue eyes full of adoration.
You nodded, blushing under his loving gaze.
“What do ya want sugar? I can get you anything,” He offered.
Your brow furrowed as you struggled to decide what you wanted.
Paul stopped you, “I’m sorry baby, don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” He leaned forward to kiss your forehead. “I’ll pick for you, just relax ok? I can make all your choices for you sweetheart.”
With that, he flashed you a boyish grin and took off to get you something to eat.
Once he was gone, you leaned back against the bed frame and sighed. Your free hand moved to your neck, feeling around where Paul had bit and kissed you. Electricity coursed through you at the memory.
You looked around the little cave Paul had you in. The walls were plastered with posters of heavy metal bands and all around the room there were crates filled to the brim with records. A collection that must have taken decades to amass, you realized.
The room actually looked decently clean, you had thought. Until you’d looked a little harder and noticed clothes and leftover pizza boxes poking out from underneath the bed. You smiled to yourself, he’d tried.
The more you thought about it, the more you realized it might not be so bad to have such a devilishly handsome man so hopelessly devoted to you. Your job was exhausting, and you were always stressed. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to let someone take care of you, God knows your boyfriend…your ex boyfriend, never had.
And Paul had been so sweet, so gentle, so loving with you. You hated to admit it, but you’d loved the way he touched you. And you found yourself wondering how long it would be till he’d touch you again.
You bit your lip at the thought. How could something wrong, feel so right?
‘Maybe this isn’t so bad,’ you thought to yourself as Paul walked through the entrance to his room with an armful of Chinese takeout boxes.
So when he flashed you his signature bright smile, you allowed yourself to smile back.
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desswright29 · 1 month
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The Great Antipode
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Pairing: Ex/Queen Shuri X Ex/Singer Reader
Word Count: A short Novel lol
Summary: Five years ago, you left Shuri on her knees in her hotel room. On the night of your wedding. The two of you moved forward with your lives both accomplishing great things. Will a celebration thrown for your latest accomplish bring the two of you back together?
Contains: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Domestic violence, slow burn, deprived Shuri
A/n: Ok y’all. Snuggle up for this one. It’s long af! But It has something for ALLL THE GIRLY’s. The romance girls, the angst girls, the smut girls, the slow burn girls, the music girls. And “Good bones” is an original poem. So I hope you all snuggle up and rub your feet together and dive in. Enjoy! Happy B-lated Valentines.
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Good Bones by Shuri Udaku Who knew that the death of us could be so endearing? Laid to rest, the flesh of fearing Decaying beneath the thumb of time The stars in your eyes and my heart align
Weakness shriveled, and fell off the shape Kindred spirits take place in love’s nape A funeral began, to which we did not attend But tears fell through the soil, and growing begins
Time stood still and said “not yet” A reach in the night, yet our hands never met But I felt you, Sthandwa… I was never alone No strength in old vessels, but our love has good bones.
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Walking along the foggy dock; the long coat of her tuxedo whisked gracefully in the windy night. Her vision was engrossed with the horizon of the navy sky, almost hypnotized by the green light that blinked at the top of the building in the city. The owner of the home that was a direct antipode to her own ran marathons through her mind. Though she couldn’t fully visualize it, she knew it was there. A perfect vertical axis from her home, to the home of her heart. She’d built it that way. Coming up on the end of the dock her stride  came to a halt. Her eyes shut, with the green light still invading her sight behind the lids of her eyes. She stretched out her arm,reaching for the light. For the love she’d lost five years ago. She reached for a sign. Even just a light wind to tickle the tips of her fingers. Any sign that maybe, just maybe she was thinking of her too.
“Ikumkani wam” Griot spoke through the Queens Kimoyo earrings. “Wakanda is calling.”
With a light sigh, her hand fell to her side, jaw flenching in frustration. She opened her eyes, staring right back out into the darkness that surrounded the relentless blinking green light. The darkness she deserved after the hurt she’d caused the only woman she’d ever truly loved. She turned on her heels, begining the walk back to what had become her second home. Turning her back on the darkness, and also the flashing hope of the green light.
“Bast. Hear my cry. I have done the work. If you see fit, please send my heart back to me.”
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Across the axis the direct antipode to the home the Queen had built, was a JamesEdition penthouse filled with busy bodies, and buzzing conversations as everyone prepared for the big day! The fuss was partially interupted by the ringing of the doorbell. The door opened to reveal Mr. Bruno Mars. The best friend to the lady of the house. Greeted at the door by the butler, and led through the elegant grand hallway to the study. Where he was met by Mr. Michael Addai. His best friends husband. Michael quickly took the phone from his ear ending the call immediately to properly greet Bruno.
“Bruno! What’s up my brother!” He spoke with a loud booming voice, his walk just as boisterous. He stuck out his hand for Bruno to grab. 
“How’s it going man?” Bruno replies.
“Everything is everything man. That woman of mine has been talking about seeing you non-stop all week!” Bruno smiles affectionately.
“Well I should get to her then. I’m excited to see her too. I’ve missed her.” Mike smiles, wrapping an arm around Bruno’s neck.
“Inseparable the two of you. It’s quite cute!” He laughed big and loud, as the two of them entered busy living room.
The house was alive with music and bodies. It almost seemed as if it were a dance. Hair stylist, makeup artist, and wardrobe, moved gracefully around the large room. Their only mission being to perfect the beauty that sat in the center of the room. 
A luxurious silky white robe tied neatly around your waist, hung from your shoulders so elegantly. You sat leaned slightly forward, legs crossed as the makeup artist applied the last bit of gloss to your plump bottom lip.
“Well I’ll be damned! It seems as though you’ve made it my friend.” A light gasp leaves your lips. Your head turns and your eyes glimmer as they connect with your longtime bestfriend. 
“Is that you my love!?” You stood, rushing over to him with your delicately heeled feet. Arms raised prepared to be wrapped around your favorite person. You close your eyes as the two of you connect finding comfort in the warm embrace. 
“Did you miss me?” You say pulling away staring into his smiling eyes. “Everyday! Everyday I sat by my window in Rome and gazed into the nights sky missing my only friend!” He says, full of drama like only he could. You giggle pushing his shoulder, turning to take your seat back in the center of the room so that your hair could be finished.
“You’re lying. But I’m still flattered.” Bruno laughed along with you. 
“Not about the important part.” The two of you share another glance with mutual adoration.
“Bruno!” Your sister Danielle yelled as she trotted down the stairs to embrace him. “It’s been a while! I see your work in my travels often! Beautiful! Incredible!”
“Thank you Dani. I’m very flattered.” He says with a blush. 
“Yes! They are which reminds me I’m hoping to commission an original piece from you.” You chime in somewhere beneath all of the commotion. 
“I’d be honored. Especially, from a soon to be Grammy winner. Ten nominations is unfathomable!” You giggle and do a little jig.
“It still feels like a fever dream. I’m taking it moment by moment.” Someone began to fan you. Keeping you from overheating in all the commotion. 
“So Bruno, are you back in New York for good?” Michael asks, walking over to the mini bar to pour two glasses of scotch. 
“For awhile atleast, I’ll be settling. Just bought a new place over in New Rochelle. It’s nice though humble compared to the estate next door.”
“New Rochelle? Interesting. There’s an after party out there tonight. It’s being given by someone who calls themselves Sweet Lady. Have you heard of her? Anyway, I was planning for us to go there after sissy came home with the win!” Dani exclaimed, sitting elegantly on the couch in her flowing sundress. 
“Can’t say that I’ve heard of her, but I’m down to go.” Bruno replied, as Michael hands him his scotch and he nods in appreciation.
Your heart dropped to your stomach. “Sweet lady?” You say. “Sweet lady.” You say again in a whisper to yourself. Confusion crept up on your brow as the image of her sculpted face creeped into your mind. Within a blink she was again gone. 
“Y/n are you ok?” Bruno asks, bringing you out of your thoughts.
“Hm? Oh yes. I’m fine. Today is just overwhelming in this best possible way! Let’s just get through the show first and we can discuss the parties later. They’ll be plenty!”
You say, joy prevalent in your voice. But, in the back of your mind that name continued to echo.
 Sweet Lady.
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Slouched in her seat, leaning slightly to the left with her elbow resting on the arm of the chair, her thumb rested underneath her chin, and her pointer finger sat thoughtfully over her lips. Shuri sat sectioned off, secluded from the masses in an area of the building that was drapped in golden curtains and flooded with security. 
Nakia and Okoye sat beside her watching the stage with expectancy. Shuri’s fingers tapped along the table before she nervously reached forward, grabbing her drink, and taking a stressed sip. She was fixated, focused in on the screen as Victoria Monet sashayed onto the stage to present the last award you had been nominated for. Album of the year. Her heart pounded against her chest, and her palms were sweaty as photos of you and the other nominees flipped onto the screen. So far, you’d cleared eight of the ten Grammy’s you were nominated for and Shuri’s heart swelled with pride.
Victoria opened the envelope, and Shuri sat forward. Her elbows sat steady on the table holding up prayer hands. Underneath the table, her knee bounced uncontrollably. It seemed the world was moving in slow motion as Victoria’s eyes lit up looking up from the envelope. 
“Oh My God!! Everybody stand to your feet right now! Give it up for my girl as she comes up to except her 9th Grammy of the night!! Making history and surpassing Michael Jackson’s record of eight in one night. Mrs. Y/n Y/l/n-Addai!!!!”
The other nominees photo’s disappear, and Shuri’s hands flew to her mouth as she jumped to her feet. Pumping her fist in the air. “Holy Shit! She’s done it! She did it! That’s my girl!”
Her eyes welled, as she looked to Nakia who stood to the left of her, grinning, clapping, and hooting like a proud big sister. “Yeeeesss!!” Okoye stood stoic a hint of a smile on her face and proud eyes. 
The camera landed on you, standing stuck at your seat, tears streaming down your beautifully made up face. Your hands covered your mouth, identical to Shuri’s. Your mom scooped you up inside her arms holding you, rocking side to side whispering her pride in your ear. 
Your sister jumped up and down, her own tears falling before she joined in with you and your mother. Your husband waited patiently, smiling down at you taking your hand and the two of you share a loving kiss. The crowd was roaring, giving you a well deserved standing ovation. 
Suddenly, a longing took over Shuri’s body. The lump in her throat getting larger, and the direction of her tears changing. Shuri’s eyes zero’d in on his hand, resting delicately on your waist as you gracefully saunter up the steps to the stage to receive your award. That should’ve been her. Guiding her beautiful wife up the stairs, waiting at the bottom as you had your moment. That should’ve been her last name hyphenated behind your own. Instead, she sat hidden away. Wanting to support, and be there for you without ruining your evening with her past transgressions.
Your dress was simple and elegant. A silky black material, with a slit that traveled all the way up to your small waist and flared out beautifully. It trailed behind you as you gave Victoria a long tearful hug before stepping up to the mic and trying to speak. Your husband stepped up beside you pressing you into him. Your mouth opened, but nothing came out and you closed your eyes opting for a wet exhale as the audience cheered you on. Shuri’s eyebrows furrowed. Why was he still there?
You try again successfully “Whew, this is…..WOW!” You broke into tears again. As you spoke HE remained attached to your hip. Pressing your body into his side while you tried to deliver your speech. Shuri cocked her head to the side in annoyance. Until the sound of your voice took over the room again.
“You’ve all had to hear a lot from me tonight, so I’ll do my best to make this short.” A few chuckles float through the crowd. “If you look around you’ll see all of my family here. My mom, my sister, my bestie even flew in from his travels to be here tonight. Heeey Bruno!” You smile and wave and he smiled pumping his fist. “And my wonderful husband who’s always standing beside me. I love you baby.”  He gave you a peck on the cheek before finally stepping back. In an instant, a flash of sadness took over your face and you took a contemplative breath before speaking again. 
“A long time ago, I had a pretty amazing friend. Under difficult circumstances that friend grew to mean the world to me. Even in the middle of loss that would’ve sent most of us into a spiral of insanity, she didn’t break. She mourned, she tried, she failed, and she learned. She never gave herself the option to quit. Now today she stands as one of the worlds most powerful, innovative, world leaders of any time. Who has not only shown an undying love for her own people, but has spread that love over into our African American culture! And let us not forget she is a BLACK…WOMAN!” 
The entire crowd stood to their feet with a loud applause. You smile while wiping away a single tear, waiting for the crowd to calm down. “During my first album she’d fly in with her busy schedule, just to be in studio sessions with me and the crew until sunrise. Making sure all of our broke ass’s  ate and atleast got some sleep.” You laughed lightly as the crowd followed. “Outside of all of my musical inspirations that I’ve listed tonight, I would be remiss to not mention my greatest inspiration. The person who inspires my resilience, my tenacity, my work ethic. The person who showed me that it wasn’t enough just to be pretty and talented. But, that I had to be smart and unafraid to be a bitch that was about my business.” A few shouts of agreement sounded throughout the crow.
“So tonight I hope that she’s watching. I hope she’s proud, and I want her to know that if it hadn’t been for her, I would not  be standing here today. Thank you for loving me the best you knew how. But, most of all thank you for believing in me. This last one is for you Queen Shuri Udaku.” You held your award in the air before crossing your arms over your chest in a Wakandan salute. “Thank y’all.” The crowd roared.
Nakia and Okoye stood on either side of Shuri tears in their eyes, arms crossed over their chest. Shuri sat in shocked. Her right hand sat over her heart and her eyes were closed, as she listened to the sound of the roaring crowd. The day she lost you. She’d prayed. Prayed to Bast that she would make you and her family proud. That somehow she could rise out of the deep dark hole she’d dug herself into, clean and in good graces. Now, here you were taking your historic moment to acknowledge not only how she had impacted you, but her impact on the world. She let out a shakey breath standing to her feet. She crossed her arms over her chest. And she, Nakia, and Okoye placed there arms down to their sides simultaneously.
You turned to walk off of the stage and landed right into your husbands arms. He pressed your body up against his, trapping your lips against his in a sloppy kiss. When he pulled back. He yelled “Love this girl!” into the microphone. The crowd went crazy, clapping, laughing, and hooting. Shuri officially couldn’t do it anymore. Her hands shook. She was overwhelmed with the storm of emotions evading her senses and she needed to get away. 
“Shuri. Do you want to go, Usisi?” Nakia spoke up, noticing the distress in her little sisters eyes. Shuri took another sip of her drink. She nodded, wordlessly placing her drink back onto the table. Everyone at the table grabbed their belongings as Shuri stood to her feet. The Dora surrounded her, and Nakia and Okoye stood in front. 
Bruno looked up from his seat out into the sea of people, just in time to catch a glimpse of what looked like the Dora Milaje exiting the building. 
“What the fuck was that?” Your husband came up behind you whispering as you exited the stage. He gripped your hips rougher than necessary pulling you against him. “It was a speech Michael.” He nuzzled into your neck, breath tickling your ear. Your skin crawled.
“She can’t save you. You know that right? You belong to me.”
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“Why on earth would you acknowledge her in your moment! That was YOUR moment y/n!”
“My moment to say whatever I wanted to say Dani.” You say, uninterested in your sisters opinion. You sat at the bar in your home sharing a celebratory drink with your mother and sister.
“And it was a beautiful speech baby girl. I’m sure Shuri was very touched.” Your mother says before glaring at your sister. “Dani we all know how you feel about Shuri. Let’s not ruin a good night with it.” Dani rolled her eyes.
“I’m just saying. She may be doing great things now but she still hurt my sister, so she’ll forever be the opp to me.”
“The opp? Girl…Ok street nigga.” You say rolling your eyes back at her.
“Well, it’s obvious the woman has grown and it’s ok for your sister to acknowledge that. Because she’s grown as well. Shuri didn’t go about loving your sister in the best way. But the love she had for her was undeniable. She just had some healing to do.” Dani smacks her teeth.
“Fuck her.” Your mother furrows her brow.
“Danielle” Dani quickly straightened up.
“Sorry Mommy.”
“Mhm. That’ll be my cue. I’m headed in for the night. I’m gonna go back to my hotel.” Your mom got up from her bar stool begining to grab her things. 
“Mommy we have plenty of room. I don’t know why you felt the need to get a hotel!”
“No no! You all need your space tonight. I figured you’d all be partying all night. And I may want to find me some company.” She winks at you and your sister.
“Oh nah. We’re not there yet mama.” Danielle says.
“Absolutely not. But do your thing girl!” You say, and you all laugh.
“Goodnight beautiful girls. Be safe tonight.” You mom threw over her shoulder as she walked out of your home.
“We should be heading out now too!” You give your sister an apologetic look before speaking.
“Rain check?”
“Y/n! I don’t want to hear that shit! Please tell me you’re not bailing on your big night! You won nine Grammy’s tonight! Let’s go have some fun! Everyone is waiting and want to celebrate you! This party is supposed to be one for the books.” Your sister stares at you incredulously.
“Well you go ahead! Everything was just alot tonight. I’m a bit overstimulated and tired. You know how I get. We can celebrate tomorrow I promise.” 
“Y/n-“ she began to protest.
“Really I’m ok. Me and Michael will celebrate in our own way.” She turns up her nose. “You’ll be back to see mommy tomorrow anyway. Go have fun! This is all of our night to celebrate! Take a driver!” Your sister hesitated, but eventually gave in.
“Ok. Tomorrow y/n.” She points with a stern glare. 
“Tomorrow.” Your sister looked at you with a bit of worry in her eyes. 
“You still thinking about her?” She asks.
“Who?”
“Don’t play dumb with me.”
“She did played a huge roll in all this Dani. Part of me wishes she could’ve experienced this with me.” Your sister shook her head in disapproval. 
“Well she can’t, because she fucked up that chance. She’s doing great ruling her country well. And you’re doing damn good without her. She wasn’t concerned with how you felt when she was cheating and how she feels now is none of your concern. Keep your eyes forward baby sister.” You cast your eyes downward. She lifts your chin.
“I’m so proud of you, and I love you.” She says giving you a hug.
“I love you too.“ You smile, and walk her out of your home. You shut the door leaning against it, you close your eyes and let out a small exhale. That’s when a full bottle of alcohol flew by your head. The sound of glass crashing on the door beside your head shocked your system, as a frightened squeal left your mouth. You gripped your dress preparing for impact. Michael grabbed you by the biceps pushing you into the wet spot and tiny glass shards left on the wall. 
“Michael! Please!” You tried breaking free to no avail.
He wrapped his hand around your throat hard. Cutting off your circulation.  
“How dare you acknowledge that bitch on our night?” 
“I’m sorry.” You rasped, hanging there helplessly. The color leaving your face.
“Don’t let all of these little accolades get to your head. You’re still a little piece of trash that lucked out and got me after the queen hung you out to dry. Remember that shit the next time you decide to publicly embarrass me.” He threw you to the ground into the pile of broken glass on the floor.
“Argh!” You yell out gasping for air, as glass peirced your arms.
“Worthless.” He mumbles as he walked away. 
You lie there in the glass, and once he was far enough away you inhaled deeply before, sobbing. Wondering how you had ended up here.
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Rolls Royce, Bentleys, and Maybachs OH MY! The finest cars lined up outside of Sweet Lady’s home as they tried getting into the Estate. The open invitation Grammy’s party was indeed Bruno’s next door neighbors. He watched the house from the road as it lit up the sky. The music pumped loudly, and rowdy conversations could be heard for miles. Bruno maneuvered around the cars parked in front of his driveway trying to make his way up to his front door. A black envelope, lined with gold waited for him. Taped over the peephole. He looked around before carefully walking up on his porch, taking down the envelope and opening it. 
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“I have an invitation!” Bruno yelled, with the card held high above the crowd. He found himself shoulder to shoulder with a sea of people trying to enter the gates of the grand estate. 
He continuously try’d showing his invitation to the random men in black suits that stood guard. But it seemed as though it didn’t matter, being that he was the only one who had one. Placing the invite in the front pocket of his suit jacket, he walked further into the party. His eyes filled with wonder as he’d never seen anything quite like this before. The home was exquisite. Lit up like an amusement park. It almost looked like a modern museum. There was a live band playing in the center of the fountain.  Dancers and servers everywhere with whatever food you could think of. Some for the bougie. Some for the hungry. And the drinks were endless! 
This home was what dreams were made of. Who is this Sweet Lady?
“Bruno!” A feminine voice called from behind him. He turned to see Dani waving above the crowd. “Hey! I see you decided to come! This place is insane!” She said. 
“Yea I did. I found an invite on my door. Did you get one?”
“No one got an invite.” Dani shrugged.
They moved through the party sipping cocktails and continuing their conversation. 
“Do you know her?”
“Only what I’ve heard of her. But no one has ever seen her.”
“Wow. I wonder who she is? She has to be a huge deal to live this way!”
“I’ve heard she’s some invisible industry big wig. That she controls the industry. You know Illuminati type shit.” Dani said. Another individual over heard the conversation as they began to ascend the stairs, and decided to add their bit of gossip.
“I heard she was a spy.” They say, causing a domino effect.
“I heard she was a bootlegger, on the run.”
“I heard she was a politician.”
“Who ever she is I’d like to know her.” 
Everyone looked at eachother able to agree on that statement.
“Excuse me? Peter? Peter Gene Hernandez?” A man in black interupted the gossip circle. Bruno was taken aback. That was him. His full government name.
“Um y-yes. That’s me.” He says, confusion apparent.
“Madame would like to speak with you. If you would follow me.” Everyone gaped at the scene dying to know what Sweet lady wanted with Bruno. Bruno looked at Dani his heart pounding a bit in his chest. She gave him a nod to follow the man and he slowly complied.
He was led through the large doors into a grand foyer, and up a staircase that could’ve easily been mistaken for something inside of the Metropolitan. Everything about this home was tastefully over the top. Whoever this mystery woman was, two things could be said for her. One: She was Classy, And Two: She was LOADED.  After being led through a long hallway. He was taken through yet another set of double doors that entered a much cozier area of the house. With beautiful furniture. Still plenty of room to entertain and a grand piano. A figure in a black and gold suit stood watching the party from a bay window. 
She was slender. Yet powerful in stature. Her hair was cut low. And her jaw, sharp. In some cases she could be mistaken for male. But for Bruno. There was no mistaking that posture. Before him stood…..
Shuri Udaku. Queen of Wakanda.
“Bruno my friend. How have you been?”
“Shuri?” She turned from the window. Finally facing Bruno. 
“In the flesh” She says raising her martini glass. Fireworks went off outside of the large windows as if this moment had been coordinated.  
“So I wasn’t tripping when I saw Dora leaving the award show?”
“No you weren’t tripping.” She giggled. “I guess we could have been a bit more discreet in our exit.” They both stood awkwardly. Shuri took a sip of her drink and ran a hand over head. 
“So they said you wanted to see me?” 
“Of course. Yes. Yes. I did ask for you. Um. I wanted to know if.. if she came?”
“Y/n you mean?” Shuri shifted on her feet.
“Yes. Y/n.” It was all starting to click for Bruno.
“No. She said she was tired.” Shuri’s face visibly saddened, and she turned back towards the window. Placing a hand into her pocket as she held on to her glass with the other. 
“She used to love parties…This was all for her.” Her head lowered. “I guess this was my way of celebrating her without having to disrupt her day.” Bruno looked at his surroundings.
“This house for her too?” Shuri just stared into Bruno thinking of a way to answer.
“In a way. Y/n always had big dreams. When we were together she always said she wanted something like this. Something huge outside of the Citadel where she could entertain, and have garden parties and things. Just some where for us to come and relax that had endless possibilities. So, I built her dream home. An antipode of sorts. I’m aware I’ll never have her again. But I come here when I want to feel close to her.” Shuri turned away from the window and walked over to the seating area placing her glass down and taking a seat. Bruno looked on, exceedingly impressed with the love Shuri had for you. “I know it’s silly. I just hoped that tonight she could atleast see it.”
Bruno thought back to tonight at the show. The blantant show of insecurity your husband put on. The cautiousness you held around him. How he wouldn’t let you have your moment completely. The inappropriate glances with other women that he thought no one noticed. Bruno had come to the conclusion that he didn’t really like Mike pretty early on in the evening.
“How’d you know I lived next door?” Shuri smirked. “Oh Bruno. You know better. I’m still extremely aware of my surroundings.”
Bruno chuckled, joining Shuri on the plush sofa. “If it’s any consolation, this place is amazing. And this is one hell of a party. She would’ve loved it.” Shuri leaned back before running a hand over her face. 
“Nah. This was stupid. I don’t know what I was expecting.”
“It’s really a beautiful gesture. Maybe you could talk to Danielle she’s here. She could put a bug in her ear.” Shuri shook her head. “Absolutely not! She’s more angry at me than Y/n. It’d be like arguing with a rock.” Bruno’s eyebrows rose in agreement.
“That’s true.” He leaned back as well. That’s when an idea hit him. “Hey! How about I invite her over for dinner tomorrow. Tell her to come alone. And you could join us.” Shuri sat up straight, her head turned towards him. She rubbed her sweaty palms against her pants before standing and pacing. 
“Y-you think she’ll come. That would be great! Dinner? That gives us plenty of time for us to get your grass cut. No offense. Griot. Contact the gardeners!” She began rambling.
“Whoa whoa. Calm down. Yes she’ll come. I’ve been gone awhile she’ll want to catch up.” The excitement in Shuri’s eyes was almost childlike. 
“Ok. Ok. Great! That’s great!” 
“So tomorrow?” Bruno stood, outstretching his hand for Shuri. She stepped forward taking his hand in hers and shaking. 
“Tomorrow.”
Bruno walked back out into the party. Dani stood at the entrance of the mansion waiting wide eyed as she sees Bruno approaching. She quickly meets him half way.
“Wellllllll.” She said excited for answers.
“I can’t give you anything. But just know… This all makes sense.”
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The next morning Bruno woke up to the sound of power tools outside of his home. He quickly jumped up grabbing his robe rushing to his front door. He swung it open to see a crew of gardeners in his yard. Cutting grass, planting flowers. And… building a fountain? Shuri stood in the center of the yard overseeing the work being done. Bruno just shook his head and walked back into the house to prepare his home for when you arrived. 
Closer to time for dinner to start, rain started to pour from the sky. Bruno glanced out of the window of his kitchen as he put together some appetizers for the evening. An army of umbrellas marched up his driveway. Shuri leading the pack dressed to the nines. Bruno  opened the door for the barrage of people, Shuri stepped aside allowing them to enter Bruno’s home. The first two people carried a large 3 teir wedding style cake. The others carried tables, food, chairs and more flowers. “They say the rain will clear by evening.” Her eyes shifted around the yard looking over the work done. Her eyes never settling on one thing. 
“Yes it should.” Bruno says. 
“Is everything alright?” Shuri asks, finally looking his way.
“Ah. The grass looks fine if that’s what you mean.” Shuri looks around and then back at Bruno. 
“Grass? What grass?” And brushed past him walking into the house.
Time ticked by as they sat quietly watching the clock in Bruno’s living room. Shuri sat fiddling with her hands on the couch facing the clock. Her foot taping rapidly. Bruno leaned against the entry way to his living room watching Shuri’s internal panic. One minute after five Shuri hopped to her feet. 
“I can’t wait all day. She’s not coming. I’m going home.” 
“Shuri she’s only a minute late.” She rushed past him. “I’ll just go. She wouldn’t want to see me. Besides no one’s coming to dinner it’s too-” She was cut off by the honking of a horn as a car pulled up. “It’s her.” Bruno said grabbing an umbrella and rushing out of the door. Shuri froze in the hall eyes wide with regret before rushing back to the living room where she tried to find the best way to present herself to you. She eventually opted for an awkward pose by the sliding doors waiting for you to enter. 
Bruno rushed outside with an umbrella waiting for your driver to let you out of the car. The driver came around laying out a carpet for you, so that you wouldn’t step into the mud. Bruno held out the umbrella as you stepped out.
“This is a beautiful place you have Bruno. Why did I have to come alone? Are you gonna confess your love for me?” He laughs.
“Oh that’s a secret! Tell your driver to go far away!” The two of you laugh. “I’ll call you back James! His name is James.” You say as you both enter the house. Bruno allows you to walk ahead of him. You stop to check your reflection in the hall mirror before heading to the living room. You were stopped in your tracks at the doorway of the living room, your mouth dropping.
“Oh my God! Did you ransack a greenhouse?” You ask walking through touching all of the beautiful flowers. “He is in love with me.” You whisper to yourself. Bruno walks in behind you looking around in confusion. Shuri was nowhere in sight. That’s when he noticed the sliding door had been left slightly ajar. He let out a sigh, and you take off your jacket. Bruno took it from you to hang in the hallway. 
“That’s funny.” He chuckles.
“Wha-“
And there was a knock at the door.
“Give me one second.” He says as He ran to the door. There Shuri stood, now soaking wet.
“What are you doing?” He whisper yelled.
“I can’t do this! This is crazy!”
“Come on Shuri she’s here now! This is what you wanted.” She shook her head turning away.
“I’m leaving.”
“Stop it! You’re acting like a child.” Bruno chastised. Shuri stopped in her tracks. Turning back towards Bruno. She stepped forward, smoothing down her jacket. She charged forward into the house. 
“Is everything ok?” You say, hearing footsteps enter the living room as you stood gazing out of the glass sliding doors. You turned only to be met with the shock of your life. There she stood, in burgundy slacks and a matching jacket with golden flower embellishments, with the shoes that matched to the T. Though she was drenched, she wasn’t any less of the African Goddess you remembered. An ethereal beauty. 
“Shuri?”
“Sthandwa.” Shuri breathed, She felt like her heart would explode as she ogled at your beauty up close for the first time in years. It’d been five years since you’d left her on her knees in her hotel. The years spent alone had not been wasted. She’d matured immensely. Though she was the youngest to have ever ruled Wakanda, it was a well known fact that she was indeed the best. She’d dedicated her life to the well being of her people. And it’d kept her sane. But everyday she awoke feeling like a continuous failure. All because she’d lost you.
Now here you were. 
You wore a simple white dress that fell off of your shoulders. The sleeves were long but sheer. The skirt short but flowing. The sunlight beaming through the glass doors, hit you just right. Casting a glow around your silhouette. One could mistake you for an Angel. You were the first to break the awkward silence. 
“I’m certainly glad to see you again.” Shuri let out a puff of air as though she had been holding her breath. 
“H-hi. I’m certainly glad to see you too.” 
Your eyes slightly water as a smile crept up on your face. In that moment Shuri felt blessed. She’d never thought that she would see your smile directed at her again. Your eyes light up with the sight of her. A sense of relief passed her over as the two of you gazed at the other from across the room. The sound of a tea kettle whistling from the kitchen sounded throughout the house. But the two of you never broke eye contact. 
“Um. That’s the tea. We should head to the dining room before the food gets cold.” Bruno cut into the tension.
“Y-yea that sounds good.” Shuri agreed.
The two of you migrated into the dining room, as Bruno excused himself to the kitchen to grab the tea. Shuri pulled out your chair and you took your seat, as she sat adjacent to you.  The silence remained awkward as you both tried catching glances at the other without each other noticing.
Bruno came and sat the tea in front of the both of you. “The servers will be out with the food in a few. But, I forgot. I have this thing in town.” Shuri’s head snapped up towards Bruno the fear in her eyes apparent. “I know forgetful. But you guys enjoy yourselves I’ll be back as soon as possible.” He said rushing out of the house. Shuri got up quickly following him. “Be right back” she said to you before running behind him. 
“What are you doing?” She asked incredulously. 
“Im leaving the two of you alone. And you’re not going to get anywhere with her talking to me. Go back!”
“This is bad. This is a bad idea. It’s embarrassing!” Shuri said pacing and panicking. Bruno grabbed her shoulders.
“Hey! It’s ok. Y/n‘s inside waiting for you. Go get her.” Shuri swallowed. Giving Bruno a greatful nod. With that she went back inside.
“I’m sorry about that.” Shuri said as she sat next to you. You eye her as she sat.
“It’s fine. I’m guessing you’re nervous.”
“Yes. Yes you could say that.” You laugh softly.
“I have to say I am too. This was very unexpected.” 
“I realize that. I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable. I just.. uh.. I really wanted to see you. Congratulate you in person. I’ve never sat next to a nine time Grammy winner before.” The both of you laugh as the atmosphere started to feel a little less heavy. 
“Actually. Im really happy to see you Shuri.” Shuri sat forward a bit looking at you intently.
“I must tell you that your speech meant the world to me.” Your eyes widened.
“You watched?” Shuri broke eye contact. “Uh” Your face scrunches in confusion.
“You were there?” She looked back into your eyes. 
“I couldn’t have imagined missing it. I am so very proud of you. You’ve become one hell of a force, and you would’ve become that with or without me.” Your eyes glistened with tears.
“Thank you.” You whispered reaching for her hand that she slowly placed in yours. The smallest connection sent waves of electricity through the both of you. Today it would go ignored.
“There’s so much I want to share with you Shuri. We have so much to catch up on. I’ve missed you.” A tear fell from Shuri’s eye and she quickly wiped it away. “Yes we do. I’ve missed you too.” The servers began to bring out the food, it was easy to see that it was hand selected by Shuri. Everything she remembered being your favorite was on the menu. The two of you talked and laughed. It was refreshing, the way it had been in the beginning. 
When Bruno returned the two of you had made your way back into the living room with the drinks of your choice. Shuri’s arm was behind you on the couch, her body turned towards you as she listened intently to the words coming out of your mouth. He couldn’t help but smile. The sight was almost nostalgic. 
He cleared his throat, and was ignored. He rattled his keys and still wasn’t acknowledged. So he decided to just announce himself. 
“Heeey! I guess dinner went well?” You stood to your feet smiling. “Dinner was delicious.”
You turned your attention to the sliding glass doors and stepped out onto the porch. Staring out at the water. Shuri followed behind you.
“This is beautiful.. just open breathable air. You can even see the top of the buildings in the city.”
“It is quite beautiful. You have an even better view from my place.” You look at her in confusion. 
“Where is your place?”
Shuri points to the home straight across.
“So you are Sweet Lady.”
She chuckled. “I’d hoped you’d come to the party. But honestly, this was much more rewarding.”
“Well I’d love to have a tour.” Shuri’s heart soared. 
“Of course. Bruno! I’d like for you and y/n to come to my house so I can show her around.”
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“Ooooh my-“ You say stepping inside the gates of Shuri’s home, stunned, thunderstruck. You couldn’t believe your eyes. A knot formed in your throat. “Shuri is.. is this-“ Shuri stepped up beside you. Taking in your reaction with an affectionate smile she replied.
“Yes. It is.”
“Our house.” You say, a lone tear fell from your eyes, as you look up at her.
“Our house, Thando.” 
“I-“ was all you could say. Words escaped you. 
“There’s so much to see. Ubusi. She directs you forward holding out her hand, gesturing for you to go ahead of her. Shuri and Bruno grabbed your hands leading you up the steps as you admire the architecture. The doors open to the entrance and your breath was taken as you stepped inside. 
Years ago, at the begining of your relationship you and Shuri designed this home as a game. A fun look into what could’ve been your future. After the two of you had finished you’d fawned over how the two of you meshed so well, and how this would be your dream home. With everything that happened the memory faded into the background. But Ofcourse Shuri’s masterful brain, brought it to life and made it into something you could have never dreamed of. 
Beautiful unique chandeliers, marble floors. The entrance with the most gorgeous tree growing in the center of the room. Shuri walked ahead of you leading you throughout the house. Introducing you to staff. Showing you every intricate and well thought out detail of the estate. 
The gardens were your favorite. There were many. An area to have garden parties. A meditation garden, a butterfly garden. Hell there was even a helicopter landing pad! Back inside, you swooned at the beautiful high ceilings of the living room, and the cat walk that surrounded it.
This was all so overwhelming. You felt like you were inside of a fairytale. You watched Shuri as she strolled leisurely through her home proudly. Her calm regality just fit so perfectly well within the home and you found your heart fluttering at not only the beauty of the home. But hers as well. 
The next area was the bedroom. Covered in marble. Cream, Olive greens, and gold. It was huge. Big as some peoples homes. It had its own living room and a bar area. A mirror sat above the bed that had another one of those gorgeous Chandeliers. The hers and hers closets were gold and grey, behind glass enclosures. Shuri’s closet being perfectly organized and the one meant for you empty. 
“Shuri?” She stopped in her tracks, hearing the tremble of your voice. She turned walking over to you. Bruno excused himself from the room leaving the two of you to talk.
“You don’t like it.” She looked worried. “I’m sorry if-“
“Shuri. I love it. How could I not! I’m just wondering. Why? Why all of this? We’ve been done for years. Why did you build our house?” Shuri was silent for a moment before reaching a hand for you to grab. “Come” You take ahold of her hand and allow her to guide you back into the room and onto the large furnished balcony. She stood behind you and pointed out over the water.
“Do you see that? That faint green light flashing on top of the building in the city. Directly across from us.” You look out, humming as it comes into your line of sight. 
“Yes, I see it.” You reply softly
“Remember the first time I messed up? You made it so difficult. One night I’d set up a picnic for you. Laid out blankets. Hung fairy lights. Had all of your favorites. You still weren’t feeling it.” She chuckled slightly, and you join her. 
“I remember that night well.”
“I told you that you could walk away if you so choosed. But that I’d always be waiting for you. That light is at the top of the building that you live in.” You gasp turning to look at her. “I excepted our fate and gave you your space. But I built this in honor of what we had, before it went bad. In memory of my greatest loss. And when I get overwhelmed and wish to be near you. This is where I come.” You gazed into her watery eyes with bated breath. A shakey breath left your lips before you spoke.
“Are you even real?” A small smile crept onto her face before she once again took your hand. “There is one last thing I’d like to show you.”
“What else could there possibly be Shuri.”
“You’ll see.” 
Shuri led you to another set of grand double doors that she opened for you. And led you down a spiral stair case. As the room came into view, a fresh set of tears fell down your face.
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“A ball room.”
“Because can you really be a queen without a ballroom.” You both say recalling the moment you’d told her you’d wanted one.
“It’s official. I’m dreaming.”
“You most certainly are not.” Shuri stood behind you. Gazing at the joy radiating from you.
“Shuri this is… I don’t have words.”
You turn to her with tear stained cheeks and a glint in your eyes. You gave a mischievous smile, “Is there music?”
Shuri smiled. “Hm.” She placed a finger at her temple in faux contemplation. “Jovan!” A young gentleman entered the room onto the balcony where there sat a piano.
“My Queen.” 
“Would you play something for my friend Y/n here?” She looked up, and he gave her a nod before sitting at the piano.
The sound of light haunting piano resounded throughout the room, and Shuri looked toward you asking “May I have this dance.” Your face lights up excepting her offer, and taking her hands for her to lead you to the center of the room. It started off with Shuri’s left hand sitting lightly on your waist as her right intertwined with your left.
“ I've been waiting for something
Something I can't ignore
Maybe someone I've been waiting for
To bring me back to life one more time”
It felt personal. And when you looked up and into Shuri’s eyes you knew…These were her words.
“I've been praying for another chance 
To make me feel again
I've been sitting, reminisicing of a better day
Trying to reawake”
You found your self stepping closer into her. Your arm that had previously been on her shoulder sliding down and around her waist. 
“Coast to coast
I'm doing the most for a second chance
Just to feel again
Baby I try and try a thousand times
And I know why”
Your hand left hers and it joins your other at the small of her back. Your head lay comfortably on her chest as she wrapped you up in her arms as though you were the most precious jewel. Your body almost went into shock at the unfamiliar feeling of safety in her arms. Your lip started to tremble as you feel the vibrations in Shuri’s chest as she began to sing the words.
“When you left me,Oh you left behind every moment” Her hand lightly rubbed up and down your spine, as she rocked you side to side. “Back when you said we, Would grow old on a porch in the golden sun.” Your fist clenched the fabric of Shuri’s jacket, your body shaking with sobs. 
“It's not over
Said it's not over
As I shattered every memory across the floor” She ran her fingers through your locs before placing them behind your ear.
“When you leeeeeeeft” You let out a whimper from the words and pressed your body against hers tighter. That’s when it hit you. The pain in your side a reminder of what you had to go back home too. You flenched and Shuri pulled back.
“Are you ok?” You shook your head.
“No.” Shuri’s faced morph into one of confusion as she searched your eyes.
“W-what happened?” She softly gripped your arm and you flenched once again.
“Y/n-“
“ It’s nothing Shuri. I can’t. I-i can’t. I have to get home. Im sorry. This is too much. It’s just too much.” You took off back up the stairs to find the exit as Shuri called after you.
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A choked gasp left your lips, as you lay in the center of your bed. Dress pulled up around your waist and hand inside of your panties. You rubbed quick circles into your clit as she ran marathons through your mind.Your eyes were shut tight and you bit harshly into your bottom lip as the sound of her voice, the light touches of her hand, and the security of her arms sat vividly at the forefront of your brain. Turning your head into your pillow, you bite into it to stifle your moan as you come up on your release. 
“Shuuriiiii…Ahh.” Her name tastes so sweet on the tip of your tongue. Your body trembles in the aftermath, and you let out a deep breath. Coming down from your high. 
“This is ridiculous.” You whisper. It’d been a week and you couldn’t shake her. She’d come back into your life and implanted herself inside of your brain. In the most inconvient of moments your mind would drift to her. Causing a goofy grin to spread across your face. You wanted to be near her. It was like her heart called out to you. 
You glanced at the phone on your night stand. 
“This is only going to cause trouble y/n. Don’t do it.” You spoke aloud to yourself. Unfortunately, it seemed as though you had no self-control when it came to the queen. 
“Fuck it.”
You snatched your phone up and found the number you were looking for. 
“Hey, Hey!” He answered after the second ring. 
“Heeeeyyy best friend in the world! How are you!?” Bruno let out a long sigh.
“Aw hell. What do you want?”
“Is that the way we’re greeting each other now?”
“Y/n/n” 
“Okay, okay. Did um. Do you have Shuri’s contact info by chance?” Your voice comes out light, almost shy making Bruno chuckle. 
“She left Kimoyo beads here for you.” You sit up quickly, a smile ghosting over your lips “I’m on my way.” Hopping off of the bed you run to freshen up, oiling your body, and throwing on a form fitting floral sundress. You call downstairs to have vallet bring around your car and head out of your room. 
“Where are you headed, Uto m (my sweetness)
“Oh Papa! You scared me. Um I was heading to Bruno’s. Dani’s meeting us and where going to do lunch.” 
“Hm.” He looks you up and down “You look good. You have been filled with joy lately my dear. Is it the return of your friend?” He says before wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck. 
“I am happy my friend is back. Yes.” You cringe inside but you fake a giggle. Anything to get out of your suffocating house. 
“Hm. You smell like a harlot. All of this for Bruno?
“Stop babe. Don’t be silly. You bought me this perfume, and you know that Bruno is like a brother to me.  You’re gonna make me late. I already called the car up.” He took your ass into his hands squeezing before letting go. “You can go. But remember who you belong to.” You muster a smile. “I only belong to you Papa” You head out of the door with the intention of clearing your pallet by falling back into the arms of Shuri.
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Your car barely rolled to a stop before you hopped out. Jogging up to Bruno’s front door begining to knock. 
“I heard you were looking for me.”
Your hand fell to your side and you turn to see Shuri leaning against your car. Eyes stalking your body lingering on your frame. She was casual today in black joggers, a plain white T, and a white Jacket with African patterned fabrics sewn into the sleeves and pockets.
“I figured I’d save you the call.” You heard Bruno’s voice come from behind the door inside of the house. If he was infront of you right now you’d kiss him.
You squirmed underneath her heated gaze. Her stare penetrating you through the form fitting dress.
“Well it seems you wanted to be found.” You say seductively, giving her a stare of your own. One of Shuri’s brows rose her curiosity officially peaked. 
“I’ve been waiting for you”
“So you knew I’d be back?” Shuri picked up on the change in your interaction with her.
“I can’t say that I did. But, I’d hoped that you would.”
“Well here I am.” The sultry tone of your voice caused Shuri’s head to tilt back eyes peering at you through hooded lids. Any other time the sex oozing from your pores would have knocked Shuri to her knees. As of now, there were more pressing matters.
“You look beautiful.” The words came out low and slow, her voice a lower pitch. “Turn for me.” She pulled moisturizer from her pocket, coating her hands before they met infront of her, rubbing together, gapping at you as though you were her prey. Your need to obey your panther was still ingrained deep into the crevices of your brain. So It was second nature for you to throw your waist length locs over your shoulder so that she would have a better look at you from behind while you turned slow, giving her a show. 
“Mm.” She egged on approvingly. When you finally faced her again there was an unreadable expression on her face. A bit of a storm brewing behind her eyes. However, your want for her made you none the wiser.
Her index finger motioned you forward and you happily obliged, wanting nothing more than to fall into her arms, searching for that feeling of safety again. Those hands, those deliciously attractive tattooed hands landed on your shoulders, slowly, achingly, her fingertips trail down to your forearms. Her thumbs began to rub gentle but firm cirles into your arm. Eyes downcast and focused on her task. The evenness of your skin tone began to wipe away as you both watched a bruised cut apear onto your arm.
Your eyes watered, trained on your arm, afraid to look up. You felt Shuri’s glower burning the side of your face, heating your body with fear and embarrassment. 
“P-performance injury’s.” You falsely claim, and Shuri hummed her disdain.
“Uyaxoka (You’re lying), I need to make something exceedingly clear, Bambo'lwami. You and I are both aware that there is not an ignorant bone in my body. Do not insult my intelligence.” A tear fell from your eye, dropping into the smeared make up on your arm.
“I did not call on you for body, Mtuwam. My intentions are not to seduce you, but to show you what you mean to me. So I will not participate in meaningless sexual banter with you, only for you to walk away from me back into the arms of an abuser. You have to know me better than that. Albeit, It’s been a while. But, my knowledge of the woman I love has not wavered. Mamela kum y/n, I’ll try not to jump the gun and allow myself to become irrational before you decide to be honest with me about whatever this is. I will not turn you away. But, I also will not use you at a time when you are vulnerable. You are loved by me completely and wholly.” Tears poured from their sockets as Shuri finally placed you inside of her protective embrace.
Your heart palpitated against your sternum as panick set in. She was calm. Too calm. What was she going to do?
“I feel you panicking Entle. It is true that everything inside of me is giving me the green light to end his life. The same thing that is driving me forward is holding me back.” She pulled away. Looking down into your eyes. “That is you. Say the word and it is handled.” 
“It doesn’t happen that often. Sometimes he just gets-“ Shuri placed a finger on your lips. A smirk that doesn’t reach her eyes settling onto her face.
“Sh. Don’t piss me off. I’m on edge here Y/n. If your not ready for me to handle it. I’d advise you not to speak to me about it. I damn sure don’t want to hear fucking excuses for him.” Her anger escaped its wall for a second before she fought it back inside. “He will be handled mtuwam. I’ll try my best to wait for you to come to terms with that.” She gently placed your head back onto her chest, placing her chin onto the top of your head as she continued to comfort you with her embrace. 
When all was said and done. Shuri stood tearfully in Bruno’s driveway, sending you back into the arms of your abuser.
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Time flew by, before you knew it three months had past. Shuri had kept her promise; though she’d made it blaringly obvious that it was one of the most difficult things she’d ever had to do. She’d given you Kimoyo earrings that matched hers in multiple colors, because they were “more discreet than the bracelet”. They were to be on you at all times. Solely for her sanity while you were still with who she called “that man”. She was constantly back and forth between there and Wakanda. Still having duties to take care of, but it was clear that you intermingled with the top of her priorities.  
While in Wakanda, she was constantly checking your location. If she saw you out to dinner or shopping, extra money would appear in the hidden account she’d gotten you. If she was with you in New Rochelle, she would hire brands to bring there latest collections to the house so that you could browse from the comfort of home. Your closet at her home had filled copiously. You didn’t want to take the clothes home, so they stayed there. Being that’s where you spent the majority of your time.
Access to her home was unlimited, an obvious no brainer for her. “You are the architect. It was made for you.” She would say. Her way with words had always made you swoon. So, over three months your husband had heard excuse after excuse for why you were gone early and coming home late. You’d blamed it on your schedule picking up after the wins. Which wasn’t entirely untrue. However, you always had time to be with Shuri.
In the begining, your attraction to your ex came simply from what you already knew her to be. Resplendant, undaunted, and most importantly secure. She’d come with guaranteed saftey. But, now it was so much deeper than that. All in all, it was simply…HER.
She’d grown so much. There was such a patience and maturity to her. An air of calm that was unknown to her former self. She was slow to anger. Quick to contemplate and very solution based. Her walk, a confident saunter that made you weak in the knees when you’d see her coming in the distance. When she spoke, it was matter of fact, direct. She had no time for bullshit. Shuri had always been a hopeless romantic, grand gestures being her thing. However, the lengths she would go were impressive.
She’d take you on random excursions in her helicopter. A day trip out of the country was not uncommon. You’d go back home to your husband with a tan you hadn’t had that morning, and tell him you’d taken up tanning. Your favorite part of her that not many others didn’t get to see, was her sense of humor. She made you laugh from your belly and it felt special to witness. It was as if it was a piece of her that was only for you. Relaxed and completely wound down.
Over time, you watched her work tirelessly and still there was nothing she wouldn’t do for you, and no time she couldn’t make for you. She made that very clear. Shuri in the past few months had turned out to be many things. But, if you had to narrow it all into one simple word. Only one came to mind. 
Sexy.
It was bad. Every move she made turned you into a literal puddle. Her voice in particular made your spine tingle. And you’d be damned if she didn’t always smell edible. You felt like a preteen having your first real crush.
It’d been the longest two weeks you had ever encountered. Shuri had once again been out of the country, and this time you thought you would loose it. This was the longest stretch of time you’d not been in her presence since the two of you had reconnected and you were getting withdrawls. Today, she was due back and you couldn’t get to her fast enough. You threw on a cute tracksuit placing your hair in a high pony, to get ready to rush out of the house to head to her home. 
“FUCK!” You yell, you’d swung your room door open and your sister was on the other side.
“Whoa! Slow down sonic. Where you headed?”
“Damn! You scared the shit out of me. I was headed to the gym.” Your sister looked you over and your outfit matched your story. 
“Cool. Well I’ll join you. I could use a little sweat session. Let me borrow one of your sets and we can head out.”  She pushed past you into the room to head to your closet.
“Dani, I’m working with a trainer.” Danielle glanced over her shoulder.
“And?”
“And this is my alone time.” Dani turned to you fully. 
“Nah what’s up. What’s really happening? You’ve been M.I.A lately we always spend time together and somehow we’ve barely been in touch.” She sat on the edge of your bed. Waiting for a plausible answer.
“I-I just been working. There’s a lot of pressure on me with this new project after winning 9 Grammy’s everyone is expecting perfection.”
“I didn’t know you were even working on a new project?”
“It’s just-“ you were interupted by the flash of your Kimoyo earring against your sisters face and your eyes widened. 
“Bitch did your earring just take a picture of me?” She stood walking back over to you squinting at your ear, and then it hit her. 
She looked over your shoulder and around the room perplexed. 
“I just know damn well that this isn’t what I think it is.”
“What?” You say feigning innocence.
“Those are damn Kimoyo earrings.” 
“N-no-“
“Griot” Your sister announces.
“It’s nice to hear from you again Ms. Danielle.”
Your eyes shifted downward. Caught.
“Check the message y/n. Out loud.” You sigh.
“Griot, please open my messages.”
“Yes Nkosazana, The Queen says she will be in  shortly and has asked me to advise you to meet her in the garden.” Your sister throws her hands up dramatically walking away from you.
“Thank you Griot.” You reply softly.
“You sneaky bitch!” She whisper yells.
“You can stop whispering Mike caught a flight out this morning.”
“Good. YOU SNEAKY WHORE! You’re fucking Shuri!!” 
“Ok you’re doing a lot! And I am not fucking Shuri! We’re just friends.”
“Friends? Friends! On what planet can you be friends with someone who did you the way Shuri did. That’s not a friend!”
“Damnit Dani! Give the woman some grace! What she did was fucked up and it hurt. But it was over years before she proposed and she’d done the work, before word even got out. She’s an even better woman now. So your disdain for her is completely unwarranted. She isn’t that person anymore!”
“I call bullshit!”
“Dani it happened to me! So you should get over it! I have!” Your sister took a deep breath before continuing.
“Little sister I don’t want you to get hurt. You have a damn good man that would never hurt you the way Sh-“
“You don’t know that!” You scream. “You don’t know Shit Dani! Your talking shit but you were at her house sipping cocktails and watching fireworks on Grammy’s night; at a party she threw to celebrate me! In a house that she built in memeory of us!” Confusion took over your sisters face.
“Mike has been mentally, emotionally, and physically abusive for years! And Shuri would have NEVER done THAT! It took Shuri a second to see me and nobody else noticed! She’s kept me out of here and safe, so Mikes abuse has been minimal lately. She hates that I’m staying here. Afaid of the consequences of leaving. But she’s trying her best to be understanding, and takes damn good care of me sis. Such good care….I feel so loved. So protected, and she’s only being a friend.” Tears now poured down you and your sisters face. “So Yea. I’m leaving. And I’m going to go be with Shuri. Because I’m in love with her…You can let yourself out.” You walk out of your house leaving a stunned Dani behind.
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Underneath the apple trees, you sat on a bench with your head lying on Shuri’s shoulder.  Munching on the perfectly juicy fruit, surrounded by the beauty of the garden. 
“This is nice.” Your eyes closed taking in the smell of the flowers, the fruit, and the woman. Shuri smiled. “Yes it is.”
“Shuri?” She hummed, signaling you to go ahead.
“My sister knows.” Shuri’s brown raised as she continued overlooking the garden.
“How much?”
“She knows that I’ve been spending my time here, and that you’re Sweet Lady… She also knows about Mike.” Shuri contemplated on your words a moment before she spoke.
“Thwandie?” She speaks softly in that voice you loved so dearly.
“Yes?”
“I’d like to tell you a story.” You lift your head. Eyes connecting with the sharpness of her jaw, and her handsomely gorgeous side profile. “Ok?”
“A few years ago, There was a young queen, who lost her heart. After she lost her, she felt as since of finality. A vast emptiness that scared her to her core. And as she tried to give her Princess space. Time to sit with the betrayal of the queen. That emptiness penetrated her deeply. It drove her insane.” Shuri took a deep breath and you lay unmoving on her strong shoulder as her arm found your waist. 
“So one day, she couldn’t take it anymore. She showed up to the princess’s home and she begged her forgiveness. Not for the well being of her love. Purely to mend her own brokenness caused by her own poor decision making. Needless to say the door was slammed in her face. Rightfully so. But the self righteous queen continued to bang and beg. Pleading with the princess to help her. All to no avail. So the queen placed her back to the door sitting, quietly crying. Woe is me. Until a few minutes passed and suddenly this wail comes from inside the house. Right on the otherside of the door. It was heartbreaking. Full of a deep ache. A soul wound. So she sat silently crying against the door, as her heart sobbed trying to cleanse herself of the wound the woman she’d trusted had given her.”
A solemn tear fell down your cheek, moans escaping your lips through the suppressed sound of hiccups. Shuri continued her own voice shaking as she held back tears of her own.
“I was still there. I heard it. Every body racking sob you let out. That sound etched itself in my mind for years. I got my shit together y/n. I sat and I tortured myself with the sound of the hurt I cause you. And I got up. And I got my shit together, and dedicated my life to being the type of woman who would’ve made you a proud wife. Because that’s what you deserve. That is what you have always deserved.” Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down her cheeks. “You said I inspired you. But you are THE reason. The reason for every move I make baby girl. The reason I learned to pray.” A sob escaped your lips as you turned looking out over the lake. Shuri shed tears of her own as she watched you. The sun was begining to set. Casting a beautiful light over your silhouette.
“I don’t know why you’re choosing to stay there with him. But, I’m ESTATIC that Dani knows. Because now I am sure that it will be short lived. I know it won’t be for me. But please… Leave him. I just want to see you happy.” Her eyes peirced into yours thoughtfully. You gaze back into her eyes, Your feelings beginning to bubble up ready to explode from your lips. 
“Shuri I-“
“Panther, M’Baku is trying to reach you.” 
“I apologize. I must take this.” 
“Ofcourse, I’m gonna go inside. The guys are coming over for a session I should get to the studio.” 
“Ok. I’ll be in shortly.” You smile and nod, turning to walk away, heart still racing from what had almost been said.
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You stepped into the booth, befuddled by  Shuri’s words in the garden. You’d wanted so bad to let her know that she owned your heart. That and so many other parts of you. Every part. She had been the insperation behind your pen, Making words flow from you like a river. You’d pushed out soo many songs to use in the past few months, just dreaming of her being yours again. Now here you stood in her home studio, prepared to bring them to life. Bruno sat behind the sound board with your producer Leon, when the doors to the studio opened.
Shuri swaggered into the room with enough posh to bring you to your knees. She had changed from her more formal wear that she wore in the garden. Opting for purple joggers with a black button up jersey that had Wakanda written across the back in gold and purple gradient letters. A matching cap sat low over her eyes as she walked through dapping up all of the guys. Freshly showered it’d seemed. 
She sat on the leather couch directly in your line of sight, and your heart dropped into your stomach. Her smile brightened the dimmed room as she acknowledged you. Arms sitting over on the back of the couch as she man spread underneath the spotlight that was meant to highlight the art on the wall. Now there sat a much more interesting piece beneath it.
“You ready to run this one all the way through?” Leon asked. You tried peeling your eyes away from Shuri, it was as though her presence cast a spell over you. Your fingers graze against the fretboard of your guitar and you build up enough strength to nod signaling them to start. They start the countdown. And the music began.
“You got meee
You've got meeee
You've got meee
You got me speeeeechleeeess”
Your guitar sang, piercing throughout room to reach the woman you loved. 
“Where you been, baby?” Shuri laid her head back against the couch. Her eyes peering at you from underneath her cap.
“My heart starts trembling 
As I hear your footsteps pace”
At this point, everyone else had faded. There was only you and Shuri.
“Goin' out my head I think I'm losin' all my mind 
Drive me crazy burning candles, makin' love all night 
Feels so strange, it feels so crazy to be in your world 
In your arms lost for words, you got me”
You put every ounce of passion you had for Shuri into the song. Her bottom lip was now trapped between her teeth only amplifying your lust for her. 
“Layin' so closely 
I feel your skin rubbin' and touchin' me 
Only sweat between us 
Feelin' you kissin' and pleasin' me” 
Shuri began to involuntarily squeeze the cushions of the couch. Your words and voice coursing through her veins. She was now inside of your mind. Visualizing every word that came out of your beautiful mouth.
“I rub your back 
I kiss your neck 
I know that you love when we touch like that 
I can feel you need me 
Feels so good to me 
Feels so good to meeeeeee”
The tension was thick in the room. Shuri was hypnotized and you couldn’t take your eyes off of her. Wanting to see every bit of her reaction to you. The song gets more intense, your pretty breathy voice igniting a fire inside of Shuri.
“You got me 
You got meEeEee
You got meeeee
You got meee”
Your eyes open staring straight into Shuri’s.
“Speechless”
You go into another guitar solo. Your eyes shut tight as your fingers worked the strings with proficiency. 
“all I can say is 
Yeees 
Yeeess
YEEESSSS, all I can say is 
YEeEessss
YeeeEEESS
YEEEEAHHH, OOH!”
Your eyes opened and Shuri now sat on the edge of her seat. The look on her face undoubtedly lust. 
“Kiss me 
Hold mee
You've got me 
SSSpeechleeess”
The song ended and silence penetrated the room. Your eyes finally dropped away from Shuri’s. 
“I think we got it.” You say breaking the silence. 
“Yea.”
“That’s definietly it.”
“I don’t see it getting any better than that.”
Agreement scattered throughout the room. Shuri silently sat back on the sofa, her eyes never leaving you.
The rest of the night was spent perfecting and mixing the song. Discussing music for other projects, and bullshitting. You all smoke, drank, ate, and caught up. The tension however never left between you and Shuri. It was thick in the air and everyone felt it. The subtle glances. The avoidance of touching or being near eachother.
Everyone started packing up to leave one by one, until it was only you and Shuri left. 
“Bye love, I’ll come by tomorrow.” You say to Bruno as you shut the door to the studio behind him. Turning to Shuri who stood leaning against the mixing board. You cleared your throat.
“I guess I should be getting ready to head home.” Shuri nodded. 
“Yea. That’s probably a good idea.” 
“Probably so.” You agree, as you began to gather your things.
“If that’s what you want.” You hear Shuri say. It stopped you in your tracks. “It is pretty late.” She says fiddling with the rings on her fingers.
“Shuri.”
“Yea?” She finally looks up from her hands.
“I don’t want to go home.” 
“Then stay.”
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“I’m gonna take a shower it’s been a pretty long day.” you announce as the two of you enter Shuri’s bedroom.
“Yea go ahead. Help yourself.” Though you were often at Shuri’s home, had a closet full of clothes, and her fridge was stocked with foods you loved. You had never spent the night. Always choosing to go home for the sake of discretion. But, tonight Mike was gone and with Shuri was were you wanted to be.
Shuri took off her shoes and unbuttoned her shirt, getting comfortable while you took your shower. She headed to her bar area fixing a drink before taking a seat in one of the plush chairs in the seating area of her bedroom, and turning on soft music. The soft warm lighting highlighted her toned stomach. Glistening against the simple gold chain around her neck as she leaned back, sinking deeper into the comfort of the chair trying to figure out what she was doing. This was dangerous. The two of you were playing with fire, and Shuri didn’t know how much longer she would be able to hold out. It was becoming apparent that the feelings the two of you had for each other were bubbling over. It was getting harder for this friend charade to last. 
She’d dreamed of the day that she could call you hers again. Nevertheless, this time she wanted to do this right. Questions flooded her mind. If the two of you crossed that line, how would you feel about her afterward? Would you regret it and run off? She didn’t want to ruin the progress that had been made with you. She could be totally misreading the signs. Shaking her head she took a sip of her drink, rings clinking against the glass. Sitting it on the side table, her finger circled the rim as she remained in deep thought.
The click of the door to the bathroom grabbed Shuri’s attention. You stepped out of the fog. A black lacy lingerie set with a robe to match decorating your frame. A diamond garter sat high on your thick thigh. Strappy stilettos graced your pretty feet as the smell of your fresh scent permeated the air. You strutted further into the room with all the grace of a super model. Shuri raised a brow as she looked to both sides of her, to be sure she wasn’t dreaming or on a trip. Her mouth sat slightly ajar as her eyes settled back onto you. 
Your walk had always been unmatched to Shuri; the sway of your curves was genuinely hypnotic. You approached the table infront of her with your alluring stride, stepping up onto the golden table, your pretty toned, gartered thigh peaked out from under the robe. Your fingers brushed against the pretty pendants that dangled from the chandelier, your eyes interlocking with Shuri’s.
“These chandeliers.. they’re made from vibranium? Yes?” You inquired seductively.
The rise and fall of Shuri’s chest was steady through the sports bra she wore under her opened shirt. Her heart pounding hard against her chest. She placed her drink against her lips  again taking a light sip, before nodding her answer.
You smile. “Good.” You pulled the tie of the robe from around your waist allowing it to fall open. You began to tie the strap to the bar inside of the Chandelier as you spoke, finally pouring your heart to Shuri. 
”You know Shuri. I wrote that song with you on my mind. I hope you felt that. Lately, all I seem to do is think of you. The smell of your cologne, the sound of your voice, the way you talk. You told me a while back that you wanted all of me, not only my body. Baby I’m ready to give myself to you. All of me. Because you deserve it.” You pur. 
“Y/n I-“ Shuri tried interupting, but you cut her off. “Shhhh. Let me talk, beautiful.” you placed a finger against your lips and Shuri obeyed.
“You treat me so fucking good Shuri. I can’t help the way my body reacts to you. The woman that you are. So strong, powerful, and yet you’re still so gentle and patient with me.” You close your eyes letting out a low moan. “Shuri. Shuri. Shuri. Just your name is enough to make my body tingle. It’s written all over me. All over her.” You grab onto the tie that now hang taught from the chandelier with one hand and your other made a trail down your body and stopped over top of your mound. “All over my kitty kat.” Your body trembled as your hand ran over your clit. Your eyes open, connecting with Shuri who was salivating. 
She had leaned forward her elbows on her knees with her drink dangling from the tips of her fingers. Her bottom lip was relaxed slightly seperated from her top, wet from her recently running her tongue over top of it. 
“Shuri, baby. You give so much. Work so hard. What I want to know is, who takes care of you?” You finally took full hold of the Chandelier and let your body hang, opening your legs wide for the Queen. “I can do that for you daddy. I’d do anything for you.” You began moving your body to the music as you hung from the Chandlier, showing off like an acrobat. Leaving Shuri In a daze “Will you let me?” Shuri let out a staggered breath. 
“Fuck.” Her voice was shakey. Her tongue once again ran slowly over her lower lip as she sat back in her chair placing her drink back on the table next to her. Moment by Victoria Monet began to play as you spun from the glistening beauty above you. Shuri was too stunned to speak as your body spun, streched, rolled and grind to the sexy song. If she was dreaming. Bast did she never want to wake up. 
“BhaBha, are you sure you want to do this?” Shuri finally found words.
“I’ll show you.” Every coherent thought that Shuri had been thinking before exited her mind as you dropped onto the table in a split. Removing the robe from your shoulders. You move out of the split onto all fours. Crawling over and placing yourself inbetween Shuri’s spread legs. You place your hands onto her knees and slowly make your way up the inside of her thighs, fingertips brushing against her womanhood before making up your way up to her beautifully toned stomach. You lean forward and kiss right above her naval. Her stomach tensed from the contact and she let out a muted groan. 
“Mm. My Queen. Do you know your power?” You continue laying sloppy kisses on her abs. “Do you see yourself?” She hisses throwing her head back against the chair, closing her eyes tight as her core began to throb. She gripped the arms of the chair. “Ahhh shhhit” She moaned.
You climb into her lap, kissing up her neck. “You’re tense baby. Have you been neglected?”
“E-entle, I-I can’t. We s-said we’d do this the r-right way.” Shuri tried to stand strong on her word, but you would always be her weakness. You bit right underneath her jaw before giving it a peck to ease the pain. 
“Touch me Sweet Lady” you moaned. “Please. I need it.” As if commanded by the sound of your voice both of her hands rose slowly from the arms of the chair, gripping the meat of your ass. The both of you moan out as if you’d waited a life for that exact moment. Shuri gently nudged the side of your head with her chin as you were busy sucking on her neck. The sexiest of bedroom eyes fell on you. 
Trailing your face down to your lips. You took your the hint, leaning in you exchanged breaths before you gave her your mouth. Sharing your first kiss in five years. You pressed into her gripping her shirt. You basked in the feel of he tounge gliding against yours. The walls crumbled. Any doubts about going further going with them. It started off slow and loving. Pecking eachothers lips softly. Slowly the Intensity built with the desire that had grown inside the both of you for months. It became a wet, sloppy, lusty display of affection. 
A groan fell from Shuri’s lips. Pulling away from you looking into those beautiful brown orbs. 
“I’ve lost restraint ubusi. It....it's..um... been a long time.” You pull back a bit searching her eyes. Yours grew in shock as you reached the realization of what she meant.
“Shuri? Have you not..Have you not had sex since we broke up?”
She buried her head into you, a bit embarrassed to say.
“I-I Uh…we… I couldn’t.” She whispered. You felt your core pulsate. Knowing that this gorgeous woman who could have had anyone in the world at her disposal waited for you. It made you want to give her the world. You wanted to please her in every possible way. She belonged to you. And you belonged to her. 
You grabbed ahold of her hands. Intertwining them in yours and placing a sweet kiss to her soft lips. You take one of her hands placing it over your breast. You take the other and place it on your clothed pussy.
“Don’t worry baby. It’s just like riding a bike. I know you still got it.” Shuri’s hand rubbed slowly against your pussy, her other hand squeezing your breast. She left open mouthed kisses all over the exposed skin of your chest, trembling at the feel of you. Your wetness coating her fingers through your panties. Your body was so hot you felt as though you would scorch her lips. Pulling down the lace of your bra, she freed your breast out of its confinement, before flicking her tongue over your nipple. She then began to suckle, moaning at the taste of your skin on her lips again. You roll your hips into her hand. And gripped the back of her neck, head rolling back.
“Oh yes. Just like that. You got it baby.”  You moan.
“You sound so fucking pretty like this.” Shuri whispered as she gave your other nipple some attention. The sound of her voice mixed with the sensation of her mouth on you and her fingers pressing against your clit made your vision blur.
“Fuck..we’re really doing this.” Her eyes were glassed over, trained on the whine of your waist. “We’re d-doing this Shuri. I need you. N-need you to make me feel good”
Her eyes shut tight. A groan of desperation reverberating from her throat. She bit into your nipple and your head lolled back letting out a whine.
“Demethi.” She whispered
Suddeny she was up on her feet with you settled easily in her strong grasp. She carried you the short distance, to a cushioned bench laying you gently onto your back. She stood above you, her sweats dipping low on her hips. The muscles from her hips and pelvic region making a perfect V. You moan at the sight of the African Goddess.
My God, this woman is in love with me? 
You thought to yourself as her hooded eyes stared down at you in admiration. The sight of you must have been erotic. Your breast pulled over the top of your bra, legs spread wide as your fat wet pussy soaked through your panties. As diamonds twinkled against your thigh. 
“Ubuhle bakho bundigqiba amazwi (Your beauty renders me speechless)” 
“Shuri Please baby. I need you. Let me show you how I feel for you.” 
“Patience Phakade lam(My forever). I want to take my time beauty. I’ve waited so long for you to be back in my arms. Let me take my time.” 
She settles herself between your legs, lifting your right leg placing a kiss against the jewlery on your ankle. She kissed, sucked, and licked  down to the garter on your thigh, before biting into the thickness beneath it. Unable to resist. She grasped the garter with her teeth pulling it down your leg maintaining eye contact. Once she got it over your heeled foot she sat up straight dropping it from her mouth. She repeated the same actions on your ungartered leg, except she made her way all the way up to the crotch of your panties. Nuzzling her nose into you. Taking in your smell. You grind your pussy against her face
“Baby please she’s aching. I need you so bad.”
“Turn for me.” You eagerly sit up making a show of turning over onto your stomach for her. You lay flat, and she grabs your hips pulling your ass up, making you arch your back for her. You spread open wide for her and bounced each ass cheek seperatly. Showing off. 
“Bast, so beautiful” She leaned down, pulling the string of the thong and setting it to the side of your ass cheek and spread you wide open. 
“I’ve missed you sphalaphala sam (my pretty one)”
Your hips began to rotate in anticipation. She placed her face between the cheeks of your ass and placed a lick to your needy cunt. 
“YES!” You yell, eager for her mouth on you. You go deeper into your arch. 
“Ooohh that’s what you want pretty girl?”
“Fuck yes Shuri. Please!”
Shuri lapped at your pussy a few more times before taking all of it into her mouth. She moaned at the taste of your wetness as she gripped each side of your thighs, spreading you unforgivingly. Your moans were trapped in your throat as a tear rolled down your cheek. Yes! It was finally happening. You threw your ass back against Shuri’s face as she opened wide, sticking out her deliciously long tongue. Placing it inside of your hole. She fucked you with her tongue as your ass slapped against her face. 
“Mmm. Smother me sthandwa.” She moaned into your pussy.
“Oh my God Shuri. Eat this pussy! Eat it. You better eat this shit! Just like that.! Yeeeessss!” Your praises landed on Shuri’s ears and sent signals directly to her swollen thick clit. She straddled the bench, getting comfortable as she cleaned her plate involuntarily grinding into the seat beneath her.
Her body quivered from the sounds coming from your mouth mixed with the squelching of your cunt. Fuck was she going to cum untouched.
“Uhn, uhn! Shuri! Oh Shuri! I’m gonna cum.”
“Let it go baby! Drown me! Cum on my fucking face!” On command your thighs began to shake and Shuri pressed your ass into her face taking hold to your clit trapping it between her lips. 
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cuuuummiiiiiinng!” You scream as Shuri held you against her as your body convulsed. Trying to fall flat against the bench. Shuri felt herself on the cusp of her own release and quickly removed herself from the bench. Face drenched in your nectar. 
“Stay arched for Nkosazana. Please.” The sexiest groan left her lips. “I need to cum.”
You felt her hips grinding into you desperately from behind, She remained fully clothed much to your dismay. You felt her heavy breath against your neck and you panted along with her. Feeling high from her touch.
She pressed herself up against you. Running her hand up your spine she unclasped your bra with expertise. As she continued rolling her hips. Bending over she began placing kisses along your spine. Her hot breath making your body shiver. She made it up to your collar bones wrapping her arms around you gripping at your breast. She planted sloppy kisses on the back of your neck. Grunting as she grinded making your clit jump aching for her to touch you again
“Shuri baby?”
“Hm.” She groaned as she continued to kiss you.
“Use me. Please use me baby. Make yourself cum on me. Take what you need.”
Without hesitation, Shuri sat up on her knees not bothering to stand to take off her pants and boxers. She pulled them just below her ass and placed her thick swollen clit onto your ass grinding against it as you pressed yourself into her. “AhOooh. Oh Bast.” She moaned deep as her body jerked on contact, her clit sensitive and aching for release. She began thrusting into you with fervor. Face scrunched biting hard into her lip as she selfishly cosintrated on her release.
You reach between your thighs rubbing circles into your clit as Shuri ground her pussy into you. 
“Oh Fuck Shuri! You like how that feels daddy. You like how this thick ass feels against that big clit daddy.” 
“Fuck. Yes! Yes y/n don’t stop. Ah! Keep g-grinding that shit for me uuhhnnn r-right there. Oouu you feel sooo good.” She wound her waist behind you.
“Oouuu Panther, Never. I’ll never stop! I love it when you use me!” 
Shuri gripped the back of your thong with both hands using it as leverage to press you further into her as she leaned her torso back slightly watching you work against her. Her head lulled back, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. You could her breathing start to pick up behind you as she began thrusting against you. You arched harder and she gripped the flesh of your ass hard. You knew it would surely leave bruises. She let go of you with one hand getting one of her pants legs off with the other to get a better angle against her clit. She began to spread you open as she concentrated on her nut. That’s when her engorged clit slipped into your folds. Your hungry hole sucking her in. Both of your mouths fell open at the sensation. Shuri’s thrust got impossibly faster as your pussy clenched onto her clit doing kegals. 
A moan attempted to escape Shuri’s lips but it only came out in choked gasps.
“Pretty girl. T-take it eaaaasy on me!” You were insatiable feeling Shuri inside you. Teasing your hole as you rubbed your clit ferociously. It was like nothing either of you had ever experienced before. 
“I want to feel it! I want to feel your pussy cum inside me!”
Shuri felt the pressure building and she could no longer hold it. She reached forward grabbing your locs, bending over to get her clit as deep inside of you as possible.
“You’re s-so fucking nasty. It’s so u-unladylike Entle.”
“I don’t want to be a lady. I want to be your dirty little slut. The Queens whore.” You spit back at Shuri. She let out a low growl, grabbing your hips, slapping her own against yours, fucking into you hard. 
“Bast! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! G-Grip me! Bhaby grip me! I wanna fill that pussy.”
“Yes Shuri yes! Explode in this pussy!”
An animalistic howl left Shuri’s mouth, the sound triggering your own release.“Uuuuuhhhnnn.” She pulled your body up completely by your hair. Pressing you against her. Her hips stuttering and body shaking as she released years worth of cum onto your waiting ass. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.” She mumbled as you continue rubbing your ass against her, wanting to milk her of all her essence. She burried her head into your neck. Still quivering from her release. Both of you collapse onto the bench.
“You Definietly still got it Shuri.” You say breathlessly. You both laugh.
“The Queens whore huh? Oh Thando. You’re in for a long night.” Shuri says. You turn your head around, capturing her lips in a kiss. 
“You waited for me. I have all night tonight and every other night after. Just tell me what you want. Now, I want to taste your cum.” 
Shuri rose to her knees and you turned to face her straddling the bench. You came face to face with Shuri’s pretty brown soaked pussy. 
“So beautiful.” 
You smiled having missed the sight of her thick clit that  jutted out from her pussy lips. You give it a lick and her body jolts. Still sensitive from her orgasam. You give it a few more licks before immersing it with your mouth. Sucking it up and down as if giving her a blow job. Shuri wrapped your locs up in her hand as she gently thrust herself into your mouth.
“Oooh baaaaby.” She groaned. “Just like that. Good fucking job.”
You moan at her taste and encouragement. Your hands travel up her legs caressing her hamstrings. One of your hands continued up finding its way between her thighs. Your middle finger finding its way to her tight hole. 
“Shit. Mtuwam fuck me. Ahh!” It came out in a blissed out whisper as she continued to control the movements of your head.
“Mm, so needy” you moan into her aching twat. Shuri’s eyes were closed her mouth ajar concentrating on the pleasure you were giving her. You watched her abs contract with each thrust as your other hand found it’s way back between your legs. Shuri’s breathing sync’s with her thrust and you knew she was close again. Slurping at her bud you add another finger going a bit faster. Her legs began to tremble and you got ready to drink her sweet nectar. 
“Yes that’s right give me another one Panther. Bless my mouth. You deserve it.” you whined.
“It’s coming baby! Catch it for me!” You opened your mouth wide and flicked your tongue over her clit. 
“Uuuhhh it’s coming baby! It’s -“ Grabbing the back of your head she pressed you into her and her juices splashed onto your tongue and all over your face as you fucked her through it. 
“Ugh it so good! Soso good!” Shuri screams as she let go again. You continue lapping at her getting her all cleaned up. Once she caught her breath she released you from her core. Bending down to place her lips on yours.
“Thank you so much for pulling that out of me. I needed that. Now daddy’s going take over pretty girl.” She smirked. Your core clenched around nothing anticipating Shuri’s next move. 
She motioned you closer to her with her head wanting nothing more than to please the panther, you obeyed. She grabbed your arms wrapping them around her neck, and stood from the bench. Gripping underneath your thighs, wrapping your legs around her waist, she finally shook the other pants leg from her leg and carried you over to the bed. She tapped your ass twice signaling you to stand on the bed, motioning to the chandelier that hung from the mirrored ceiling. You smirked jumping slightly to grasp onto the bar inside. 
“Show me how wide you can open up for me.”  She said as she removed her shirt and sports bra. Finally standing before you completely naked. You spread wide open for her. Revealing your bare and soaking wet cunt. 
“Stay just like that for me.” She pulled up her camera on her Kimoyo beads. “You don’t mind if I take pictures do you?” She stood back watching you. “You just look so beautifully erotic.” Her sensual gaze caused your core to pulse, and you spread wider for her camera.
“Mmm, that’s my girl. Look at how fucking wet you are. Hanging from my pretty Chandelier.” She saunters over to you closer placing her thumb onto your clit. You hiss. 
“This shit is innovative sthandwa. I love your mind.” She said as she rubbed her thumb up and down your sensitive bud. “Let’s play a game. How much longer can you hold on while I taste you? Hm?” She stepped forward placing a kiss directly to your clit. You moan thrusting your pelvis forward chasing her mouth. 
“Oouu look at you. You needed daddy’s mouth?” She didn’t waste anymore time. She dove in with an open mouthed kiss right to your core. You placed your thighs on her shoulders grinding into her face as you literally hang from the ceiling. 
“Oh God! I missed that fucking tongue daddy!” You threw your head back watching the scene play out on the ceiling. She went between sucking your clit and fucking you with her tongue hands free. 
“You taste *slurp* so fucking *slurp* good *pop*” She slapped your ass hard. The stinging pain mixing perfectly with the pleasure she gave.
“Mmm. It’s so good! You’re the fucking best!.”
The longer she went, the more your body began to tense and shake. Concentrating on holding on becoming an after thought along with your hands becoming sweaty. Your hands slipped and Shuri’s panther reflexes came in handy. She caught you by the ass, both of you landing roughly onto the bed. Shuri didn’t miss a beat. Your legs started to close as you got closer to your peak. Shuri slapped the inside of your thigh.
“Be a good girl. Keep them open for me.”
She carressed your thighs as she enjoyed her meal. You spread them wider and she rewarded you with those beautiful long fingers. Pumping in and out of your pulsating hole. 
You look down, watching her long tongue circle your clit, before disappearing inside of you. Her eyes closed savouring your taste as she made your body feel better than it had in years. 
“You feel s-so good Shuri. Ssss so good.”
Shuri curved her fingers hitting your spot, she opened her mouth wide using her entire tongue to place over the entire length of your clit pressing against it putting the perfect amount of pressure. Moving her head up and down. She looked up at you as she worshipped your pussy. Your back arched pressing against her more. Your legs began to shake. Your hands reach between your legs and to the top of Shuri’s head. Her movements became short and choppy knowing you were close. 
“Give it to me gorgeous. I’m thirsty.” She demanded.
You gasp. Pressing her further into you as your body began to quake. “Mmmm baby baby baby!” You shout over and over, gasping for air as you cream heavily onto Shuri’s face. 
“Mmhmm, mhmm, Let it out.” She pulled back after you stop shaking taking a look at her work. Watching the cream leak from you. 
“I missed you pretty girl.” She spoke into your pussy nudging it with her nose before diving back in to clean her up. “Thank you for keeping me hydrated mama.”
She kissed up your body now hovering over you. “And thank you for letting me taste her again. I promise she’ll never want for a thing.”
Your juices sat on Shuri’s face, dripping from her chin. Her eyes, blown and focused. You opened your mouth and she smiled, opening her own and sticking out her tongue. You lift up sucking your juices from her tongue, and cleaning her face with your own. She lay between your legs grinding up against you as the two of you share your juices in a kiss. 
“I need to fuck you now baby. Can you give me more. I want to make you cum all night.” Her breath against your ear sent tingles down your spine and there was nothing you wouldn’t do for her in that moment.
“Please. Please fuck me.” Before you knew it Shuri had plucked one of her Kimoyo beads from her bracelet, placing it against her twat. She tapped it and it expanded into her wide curved strap. She places one of your legs on her shoulder slowly entering you with a groan.
“Ohhh Shuriiiiii”
She enters you in one smooth push, making you gasp like a virgin on her first time. Lovingly, she looks into your eyes, and begins to fuck you into oblivion. She knows... instinctively knows...what you need. She whispers into your ear, "Ooooh y/n…...I'm going to cum in your pussy.” The notion fills you.  All you want is her cum. At this moment she could talk you into having her baby.
“I missed this. Uhn, being inside of you. The f-feeling of you g-gripping me. So wet, so fucking  tight.”
She rolled her hips one of your legs on her shoulder the other around her waist. Tears began running down your cheeks. Speechless. Your pussy was so sensitive. Shuri kissed the tears from your cheeks as she continued to thrust inside of you. Your moans of pleasure her motivation.
“So pretty, such a pretty pretty sound. The prettiest song you’ve ever made.”
Her thrust started to speed up. “I want more of it.” She took the leg from around her waist placing it on her other shoulder and sat up on her knees. She was completely in control, as she gripped your hips bouncing you on her dick allowing deep penetration. You moan salaciously "Fuck me....fuck me deeper!" She pounds you banging hard into you. You were so out of it in your pleasure that you hadn’t noticed Shuri moving you two up the bed until your back hit the headboard. 
“Damnit Shuri I c-can’t! I c-can’t take it! Too gooooood! Sooo deep!” Her thrust made your words staccato as you did your best to fuck back into her. 
“Yes you can. You’re taking this shit baby. Taking me so well.” One of her arms was straight out holding onto the headboard as her other assisted in bouncing you into her. 
“Shuriiiiiii!!!” You yell as the pleasure became overwhelming. This caused her to press into you deeper pausing to feel your pussy squeezing against her. She slowed down. Choosing slow hard strokes, so you could feel all of her. You were full out crying now. A delirious mess.
“That’s right baby cry for me. The only tears I want to see. This pussy is mine now. Nobody else can have my pussy..”
You tried to reply but it only came out as gibberish. “I want to hear you baby. Who’s pussy is this?” You gather up strength to reply.
“YOURS PANTHER!!” She gives another slow and hard stroke. “What’s my name?!” Your head fell to her shoulder as tears continued to pour. “Uuuggghhh.” Your moan came out in a gurgle.”
Shuri’s hand that had been on the wall was now around your throat. “Uhuh. I asked you a question. What’s. My. Fucking. Name?” She punctuated each word with a thrust. 
“AhhhUuuuhhhhnn!” You screamed. “SHURI!!”
“All of it b-baby! Say your wife’s name.”
“AAAAAja-A-A Adanna SSSShuri FUCKING UDAKUUU!”
“That’s a g-good f-fucking girl.” She praises against your lips.
Dazed and fucked out you began to speak gibberish. Spewing out whatever came to mind and Shuri replied the two of your foreheads pressed together lips ghosting over one another’s, as the two of you reached your peaks.
“I don’t ever wanna leave.”
“You don’t have too”
“I wanna have your b-babies”
“We can have as many as you want.”
“You fuck me so good”
“I’ll fuck you like this everyday for the rest of our lives”
“Uhn God your so sexy”
“And I’m all yours Entle.”
“Ooouuuu I’m cuuuummmmiinnng.”
You feel her body stiffen and know she will cum too. Finally she groans, "Oh y/n....I'm cumming with you!" Deep inside, you feel the cum shooting into you, and it tips you over the edge. You cum savagely, squirting onto Shuri’s strap, and your world shattered into bright shards of light and colour. Shuri had captured your mouth as the two of you came both of your moans and groans of pleasure shooting down eachothers throats. Shuri’s hips continued to stutter inside of you as she gave slow less powerful thrust. Your head lolled down onto her shoulder, as the two of you slide down the head board.
Your body was spent and you were dozing. You hadn’t been fucked that good since you and Shuri broke up. Just quick sessions of huffs and puffs until Mike got his. Leaving you to fend for yourself. She fucked you so good you could suck your thumb. 
“Sthandwa, let me hear you.” Shuri said after a moment of recuperation. All you could manage was a hum. Her hand came to the top of your head massaging your scalp as you lay on top of her body.
“Uthando Iwami lungangolwandle. Impilo yami ngeke ibe lutho ngaphandle kwakho, Ndiyakuthanda.” (My love for you is greater than the ocean. My life is nothing without you. I love you)
“I love you too Shuri. My dear Aja-Adana.” Shuri lifted her head kissing your forehead.
“Thando?”
“Hm.”
“Can you give me one more?” Your body was screaming at you. Bone achingly tired, and your pussy was at capacity. But you wanted nothing more than to continue making love to Shuri. So you rolled over onto your back and spread your legs for her. She sat up, looking down at you as if you were the worlds most precious gift. 
“Awusemhle (You’re beautiful)” Your tired eyes looked up into hers that had glazed over. She bent down placing a kiss to your tired sloppy cunt, and you jerk at how sensitive you are. She gave loving licks to your pussy. Doing her best to ease the ach before getting your last orgasam from you. 
“One second.” She got up and headed to the closet. When she came back she held in her hand a double sided dildo. “Can you take it mtuwam?” You didn’t know. But you were definitely going to try. You held out your hand to her and she placed the toy inside. You lubricated the toy with your mouth and slowly inserted it into your aching hole.
Shuri’s eyes lowered as she watched you pump it slowly in and out. She crawled over to you, and sat legs open wide. She pulled you closer to her by the backs of your knees, and placed your legs over top of hers, inserting her end of the dildo.
“Ahhhhh” you both let out satisfied moans as the two you began moving your hips, your clits kissing as you meet in the middle. Shuri wrapped her arms around your waist, and you wrapped your arms around her neck. Moans and groans resounded throughout the room over the music that was now Victoria and Kehlani crooning about wanting to be touched. You could relate. Hands probing and carressing every inch of eachothers body as you bounced against Shuri’s lap. Your bodies dripped with sweat, intertwined, moving against eachother like well oiled machines. You leaned back so that she could get a better view of your beautiful breast bouncing. She leaned forward catching one in her mouth, bitting into your nipple and then running her tounge in a circle around it before sucking, and repeating with the other one. 
She pulled you up placing her head in the crook of your neck. Biting licking and sucking. At some point it all stopped and the two of you could only focus on the feel of eachothers bodies this close to eachother again. You had found your way back into eachothers arms. When Shuri pulled back, you both recognized the stain of tears streaming down eachothers cheeks. 
“I’m so sorry I ever hurt you.” She choked out with a sob. Your hands cupped the back of her neck as you brought your foreheads together. “Thank you baby. Thank you for giving me another chance. I promise you won’t regret it.”
“I know Shuri. I know.“ Shuri’s hips began to move faster in a circular motion. Sighing, moaning, and crying the two of you were experiencing a pleasure neither of you had felt before. It was otherworldly. Your lips ghosted over eachothers breath combining as you made love. 
“Bast. You feel so good. I don’t ever want to loose you y/n. Be mine again. Please baby. L-let me call y-you mine. Shit!”
“Aaahh! I’m already yours Shuri. I belong to you.” Shuri’s pussy squeezed the dildo and she took control. Fucking you harder. 
“Oh Shuri! Im about to cum. Cum with me!”
“Mm Mm. Not yet. Let go now baby. I’ll join your next one.” 
Your body couldn’t hold it you released hard all over the toy. Shuri gripped your waist harder not stopping.
“SH - SH-SHURI!!! I-I can’t! OOOOOHHHH GOOOODDDUUUHHH!!! I can’t cum anymooore”
Shuri grabbed your neck continuing fucking herself on the dildo as it also stroked your sensitive inside. She nodded. “You can take it, Entle. You’ve been wanting me to fuck this pretty pussy for a while now. Let me get the big one out of you!” Your mouth was frozen open tears pouring down your face. The look on your face had Shuri ready to explode. She could no longer hold it. 
“Come on baby! Finish for me. You can do it! I’m cumming y/n! Pull it out of me!” An intense pressure built up inside the two of you as the sun rose over the horizon, and the both of you reached your final explosive climax’s.
“UuuuhhhAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!” You let out a guttural scream as your body convulsed and squirted.
“FUUUUUUCCCKKKK, Fuuucck, Fuuuuuckkk!!!!” Shuri groaned as her own juices splashed against yours. You both reached down rubbing your hand quickly side to side over your clits, juices still flowing splattering all over eachother. 
The two of you collapsed, seperating from eachother; but, covered in eachothers cum.
“We should take a shower.” Shuri said after slightly coming down from her high.
“I can’t move.” You say half dead. Shuri laughs. She sits up grabbing a blanket from the end of the bed. She grabbed your hands pulling you up, wrapping your arms around her neck. And bringing you over to a dry side of the bed. She wrapped you both in the blanket as you intertwined your legs with hers lying on her chest. 
“The suns coming up.” You say.
“I noticed. I guess we got a bit carried away.” She chuckles
“A little.” You join her.
“Sthandwa.”
“Ewe.” Shuri smiled at your use of her native language, before turning serious. 
“He cannot have you any longer. I mean that.” She grabbed your chin lifting it so that you could look at her. “The marriage is done. Time is up. You are mine and I want you here with me.” You smile, placing your bottom lip into your mouth. 
“And here is the only place I want to be.” You say before the two of you drift into a peaceful sleep.
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The sun blared into the room. Soft music still playing over the speakers. Shuri lie flat on her back, as you lie betwixt her legs, head resting on her naked stomach. The room was blurry as you streched opening your eyes. Your movement caused Shuri to stir beneath you, her grip tightening around your upper back. You lift your head to rub your eyes when the back of your head was met with cold steel. Your heart fluttered, as you turned your head only to be met with a familiar silhouette. 
“Shuri.. Shuri baby..” You call out tapping her side frantically as tears began to form. 
“Don’t be scared now, Waka. You disrespectful cunt.”
Shuri’s eyes popped open, at the sound of the male voice inside of her room. 
“What the fu-“ She came face to face with your husbands calm demeanor. As he held a pistol to the back of your head. The anger in his eyes unmistakeable. Her eyes found your panicked ones looking up to her with sheer terror. Your breathing was erratic, and your palms began to sweat.
“Be calm Thandiwe. You are safe with me.” Calm, steady, not an ounce of fear, could be detected in her tone. 
“You are a smart man Mr. Addai. Atleast that’s what I gathered from my extensive research.” Shuri brought her hands up to rest underneath her head. Her small perky breast exposed, however she was unfazed. Mike brought the gun up to her quickly. 
“I already have a bullet in the chamber. I suggest you not move a muscle.”
“Relax. What are you afraid of? You’ve got the upper hand. The gun, the element of surprise. We’re only two women. What are we going to do?” Staring Shuri down, he kept the gun, and his attention on her. “Ubusi, go fix me and your husband a drink, and bring my robe. Cover yourself, your body is no longer his to see.” 
Mike began to move the gun back to your head and Shuri quickly reached up grabbing the barrel, placing it back onto  her.
“Ah ah on me oo.” She looks him dead in the eye, She acknowledges you again only with her words. “Do as I say my love.” You instantly get up from the bed taking the covers with you revealing Shuri’s naked, cum stained body. His eyes followed you as you scurried off of the bed.
“Don’t even think about it.” She whispered, bringing his attention back to her. His eyes trailed Shuri’s beautiful toned, cum stained body. “Excuse, the mess. We got a little carried away and passed out. So much cum. Have you ever made her cum? Didn’t seem like it last night.”
“You talk a lot of shit for a bitch with a gun to her head.” 
Shuri chuckles. “Common sense. It betrays you Michael. What was your plan? To walk armed into the home of the Queen of a nation, quote undetected end quote, into an unguarded room. Hold a gun to my babes head, and somehow make it out alive to take her home?” She once again chuckles. “Did it not feel wrong when you walked the halls and not one guard or Dora spotted you? And here I believed you where at the very least a critical thinker.” Shuri cocked her head to the side, sizing him up. “We all but rolled out the red carpet for you. Idiot.” She whispered. Fear resonated behind his eyes, they darted from side to side now searching for Shuri’s henchmen.
Demure in the presence of the Queen, now clothed in your robe you approach her with her own, and the drinks that she’d requested. Composed and unafraid she stood to her feet without warning.
“I said don’t move!” Michael screamed, clearly unnerved. You place the drinks on the table beside the bed, and Shuri turns her back to you as you hold her robe open, so that she could ease it on. Shuri side eyed Mike, amused at his irratic behavior. Choosing not to acknowledge him at the moment, she placed a finger underneath your chin.
“Enkosi, Bambo'lwami. Be a good girl for me and stay out of the way.” She spoke sweetly as she placed a sweet kiss to your lips. Your gaze met hers adoringly. Even in imminent danger, she made you feel as though you were the only ones in the room, making your body react to her. You nod, “Whatever you want, baby.” It came out more seductively than you intended, and Shuri smirked, raising a brow. You turned to walk away and she bit into her lip.
“I’m going to have fun with that later. You smell that?…” Shuri sniffed the air. “That’s her arousal.” Shuri smirked. Picking up her drink from the table. 
“Fuck you!” Mike yells, Shuri cringed.
“I think not.” She says, cooly taking a sip.
“My problem is not with you.”
“I bet it isn’t.”
 “You saw an opportunity and you took it.”
“Is that what I did?”
“I’m leaving here with my wife.” Shuri stepped forward into his gun, the barrel between her eyes.
“I wish the fuck you would.” Mike took a shakey breath and In the blink of an eye straightened his arm out to the side pointing it towards you, letting out a shot. You scream falling to the floor, and Shuri took the thick glass and shattered across Mikes face. Dora rushed into the room. “Take her! I’ll handle him.” Shuri’s attention now lie on the groaning man on the floor. She bent down to his level, gripping him by the neck.
“I hear you like to fight women. Fight me.” Her demeanor was still calm as she spoke. Mikes face scrunched in pain. 
“Come oooon now. No way way my little weak woman blow has you out already? Big strong man. Goooriiiillaaa!” Her laugh was sinister as she placed her face close to his, scrunching her eyes in faux confusion as he tried backing away from her.
“No? Nothing? Mchht, Demethi! I was wrong about you! I thought this would be fun! But you are truly pathetic.” She picked him up by his neck walking out onto her balcony hanging his body over the side.
“No! Please!” He screamed. Grabbing onto her robe for dear life.
“Please. Please he says.” His body thrashed under the strength of the Panther. Tears streaming from his eyes. “And he’s crying? My God! This is embarrassing for you. I see why that beauty downstairs made you so insecure.”
“Please just let me go.” Shuri raised a brow smiling. “Well if that’s what you want.” Panicked gasps left his lips as Shuri pretended to drop him. “Nononono! GAAHD!” 
“You should be more specific with your requests Michael.” She held him a bit further over the edge. “I’ll tell you what. I’m going to go ahead and take my lady off your hands. You obviously can’t don’t no what you’re doing, so she’s mine now baby boy.”
“I honestly couldn’t have done it without you. All of the odds were in your favor, you had the power to make her never want to see me again. But you were negligent with a prize. Intimidated by her value. You brought her right back to me. And for that….” She pulled him up throwing him to the ground infront of her. “I’ll let you live. You are of no threat to me, and you can watch her be treated like the queen she’ll be.”
“The me before would have thrown you from the balcony, gutted you, and fed you to the lions. But I’m better now. And I’ll admit. I lied. This was fun. Now get out of my house.” Mike scrambled to his feet. Piss staining the front of his pants, bleeding from the side of his head as he rushed past Shuri, while she followed him out. 
“Ikumkaziwam!” A Dora called out as they reached the top of the stairs trying to get Shuri’s attention. “Give me a moment to see him out of my home.”
“Y/n was hit by the bullet my Queen.” Instantly it felt as though the walls started to close in on her. Everything started to move in slow motion. The front doors opened and in ran your mother and your sister right as Shuri gave Mike a swift kick causing him to tumble down the stairs
“Where’s my sister?! Where’s my fucking sister?!” Mike reached the bottom of the stairs and Dani was on him immediately. 
“You been putting your hands on my sister nigga! You shot my sister!” She screamed and threw punches to the unconcious man’s face. Your mother tried to pull Dani off of Mike but she was relentless. Shuri snapped out of her shock long enough to get to Dani pulling her off of him. 
“He’s out Dani! He’s gone! Let me take you to your sister!” Dani pulled and tugged against Shuri trying to get herself out of her grip and Shuri let go. Dani snatched away, turning to Shuri placing a finger in her face. 
“Don’t fucking touch me! This shit is on you!” She turned. “Somebody take me to my sister!” A Dora stepped in leading Dani to where you were. 
“FUUUUUUUUCK!!!” Shuri yelled falling to her knees in tears. 
“Pick yourself up little girl.” The voice of your mother came from over top of Shuri.
“I-I’m sorry.” Your mother shook her head. “Danielle is upset and irrational. You have nothing to apologize for. You know that.” Shuri sniffled.
“Yes mama I know.”
She bent to Shuri’s level grabbing her chin. “All you’ve done is love my baby. And you would never cause her harm. That’s why I called you to come get her. I knew you were ready. You’re not here for Dani or anyone else. You’re here for y/n. So get up.. and go be with her.” Shuri nodded standing to her feet. 
Shuri entered the medical area of her lab inside of the house. She’d thrown on some sweats and a tshirt and rushed to your side. Bruno, your mom, and sister all surrounded you as She approached, seeing you lying unresponsive an open wound to your belly. “I’m sooo sorry sthandwa. I’m going to make this right. I promise.” She whispered standing over you, a sob breaking from her lips.
“Oh yea? And how do you plan on doing that?” Your sister glared at Shuri across from her. “Dani, now isn't the time for this.” Your mother interjects. “Then when is the time!? She shouldn't be here! Standing here acting hurt like she didn't cause my sister just as much pain as Mike did! It may not have shown up physically but you did just as much if not more damage and you couldn't fix that. So just how the fuck do you think you’re gonna fix this your highness!”
Your mother opened her mouth prepared to intervene, only to be interupted by Shuri. “Dani, I’m aware of what I did. I’ve received my karma everyday i had to wake up with her not next to me. I don't want any trouble. Your sister has forgiven me. And I hope in time you can too. Because I’m not going anywhere.”
The room was silenced. The Queen had spoken. She held onto your hand. Leaning down to whisper in your ear.
“It’s time to get up baby. This isn’t where our story ends.”
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It was approaching midnight in Wakanda as Shuri stood outside of the river tribes village. People lined the streets dancing and chanting holding there sage and torches. Her eyes were misty, as Nakia, Toussaint, Okoye, and M’Baku stood steps behind her in support
“Usisi, they are ready for you.” Nakia says placing an encouraging hand onto Shuri’s back.
Shuri walked forward, watching her people celebrate the woman she loved. Tears finally fell as she thought back on all the time she’d wasted. The years the two of you could’ve spent had she not hurt you. The memories lost. You had always been a beckon of light for her, even when she couldn’t be near you. Your mere existence had brung her hope. Whether you knew it or not, you were the reason for the difference Shuri had made in the world. You’d made an immutable change in her life and she would forever be grateful. As Shuri reached the end of the alter she was met with the Elders.
“Ikumkazi wam, come.” The Merchant tribe elder stepped forward beckoning Shuri to her.
Shuri stepped forward and turned towards the crowd. 
“Citizens of Wakanda, I Elder of the merchant tribe present to you Queen Shuri Udaku the Black Panther.”
Shuri gave her warriors salute and kneeled before the crowd. Their arms crossed over there chests in Salute to their Queen. The elder stepped aside, welcoming you and your family as you stepped forward in your traditional Wakandan garb.
“Heavy is the head that wears the crown.”The elder speaks up. “Tomorrow you will bare that weight, once conjoined  with our beloved Queen and Panther. Today her shoulders are strong, mighty. As a gracious gift from bast runs through her veins. But she will not always carry the strength of the Black Panther. Tonight we test your willingness to bare the weight with your lover.”
Another elder steps forward handing you a wooden bowl with a deep iridescent purple liquid. 
“Now my dear you will place this to your loves lips and strip away the powers of the Black Panther.” Slowly you walk up to Shuri who gave you a reassuring smile.
“Will it hurt?” You say concern filling your voice. Shuri looks up to you.
“My love, you don’t need to be concerned for me. I will be fine.” She reaches out squeezing your hand reassuringly. 
With that, you place the liquid to her lips and she sips. 
It immediately takes effects, veins poping from her forehead and neck, her teeth clenching, and brows furrowing. The people closed their eyes bouncing their shoulders to beat of the drums as Shuri groans in agony. As fast as it started it was over. She gave herself a second and stood to her feet, as the girl you met in your dorm several years ago. She’d grown her hair back. Once again rocking the curly top that you loved so dearly. Love filled her gaze as she took your hand. This was who you loved Not the Queen of Wakanda, not the Black Panther just Shuri. 
She led you forward as the dancing and chanting began to start again your families combining behind you as she led you to the river. The two of you stopped at the edge the water, it tickling the tips of your toes before you turn your heads locking eyes adoringly before Shuri nods her head in reassurance. Together the two of you step into the water submerging yourselves in the blessed water. 
People came, baring gifts of fruits and herbs to anoint your union as the full moon reached its peak. The Elders reached their hands out to you praying for the success of your marriage and reign as Queens of Wakanda.
You leaned forward, foreheads touching as Shuri’s hands snaked around your waist, your arms wrapped around her neck. And you heard her sniffles.
“They’re here Shuri. They’re watching. And they are proud.” She lifted her head allowing herself to be proud.
“I’m so exited to live the rest of my life with you bambo’lwami.” Your smile gave the moon a run for its money. 
“I’m so glad you said yes.”
Shuri believed in the green light, the orgasmic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter- tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther ... So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
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Good girl! (NSFW/teasing!mafia!Gojo x fem!reader)
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This smut shot is the filthiest thing I've ever written lol Enjoy~ Also thank you for the lovely @ladycheesington for helping me again. You're the best! <3
Warning: teasing, name calling (good girl, baby, princess etc), phone sex, spanking etc
Wordcount:1911
Author's note: this one shot slightly refers to this story in the beginning.
Taglist: @romantichomicide95 @randompurr @imagineadream (if you want to be tagged just let me know)
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Gojo left for a business trip almost two weeks ago. Even if he wanted he couldn’t bring you with him. “It could be dangerous, darling.” he said. After you were kidnapped he went feral and tried to avoid any situation that seemed even a tiny bit dubious.
You missed him terribly, your body also missed him way too much. The longing, the yearning you felt was becoming unbearable. 
“Only one more night and he’s home.” you murmured under your nose, while walking back and forth in the living room in only a turquoise silky robe. 
Meanwhile your phone buzzed at the coffee table. The expression on your face changed in a split second as you opened the text from Satoru.
“I’m sorry love. It will take a bit longer. But I’ll be home soon, I swear. Probably at the end of this week.”
“End of the week?” your eyes widened. “No fucking way. I can’t wait for that long, I can’t. I want him so bad.” you closed your eyes, trying to calm down. Throwing a tantrum was childish and ridiculous and you knew that, but you couldn’t help it. Gojo’s body was a drug to you. His muscled back, those perfectly built abs, his round bum and his huge biceps, even thinking about it made you drool. You were horny and upset, so you wanted revenge. As you stormed into your closet your eyes were eagerly looking for that specific set of lingerie. The one, which always drove Gojo wild. 
An evil smirk appeared on your face as you slowly put on the black lace babydoll with matching panties and stockings. It followed all the curves of your body, fitted just perfectly. The lace palmed your breast teasingly, creating an illusion of showing everything, yet nothing. 
“I miss you terribly, baby. Are you sure you can’t come home earlier?” you sent the text to him. Just right after you attached a photo of you posing in the lingerie for him. 
Not even a minute passed, when your phone started to ring. Gojo called you and you were more than happy to pick it up. Only if you would have known better…
“You were a naughty girl.” Gojo’s raspy voice echoed through the device. “Sending a picture like this, when you know I can’t touch you. Tch, Tch… do you remember what I said last time? When you were teasing me way past my limits? When I was begging you to stop, but you didn’t?” he took a deep breath before continuing. “Next time you tease me I’m going to punish you and you can’t do anything, but obey. Do you remember, love?”
“I can’t help it.” you whined “I miss you so much! You should reward me instead of any kind of punishment.” Your cheeky answer made him smirk.
“Do you love it when I obey, yeah? Even the thought of me letting you overpower me makes you wet. I know that, darling.” he clicked his tongue. “What if tonight I show you how it feels when you obey? Will you be a good girl for me and do as I say?”
“Mmhm…” That was all you were able to press out from yourself. Gojo’s dominant side drove you insane every single time and you were eager to be a part of his game.
“Good. Good.” his low tone sent shivers down your spine. “Walk to our bedroom, yeah? And lay on the bed with your back pressing against the headboard. Then all you have to do is close your eyes and listen to my voice. If you’re a good girl tonight then I’m going to show you how good it feels to be mine.”
“Fuck, baby. That’s so hot. Please keep talking.” you bit your bottom lip as you climbed on the bed as he said. 
“It depends on you, sweetheart. If you do exactly as I say, I’ll keep going.” he smirked, while taking a desperate breath. He was truly getting in the mood as well. He licked his lips before continuing. “There’s one rule, though.”
“What rule?”
“If you touch yourself I’ll stop and everything will end.”
“Huh? Baby, that’s mean! That’s so mean.” you argued. Your body was already in heat and keeping yourself from any kind of touch seemed impossible.
“Do you understand the rule?” His cold, strict voice showed how serious he was. Hearing a whispered yes from you made him smile, because he knew you were going to be obedient this time. “Good girl! Now imagine that I’m growing harder and harder for you. Because you look amazingly beautiful in that lingerie. I love the way it follows your body, I love the way your breasts spill from your bra and your nipples peek through the lace.” 
Gojo cleared his throat the second he heard your panting, your desperate breaths. “Honey, you sound so weak now.” he teased. “You see? No matter what, in the end I’m able to put you in your place, right?” he chuckled with so much sass in his voice.
“Please, don’t be mean to me! Please!” you let out a desperate little moan.
“Nah-ah… Are you trying to tempt me with your moaning? It’s not going to work. I’m sorry, darling, but no matter what I’m not going to give in. You’re not going to break me this time, so keep your hands away from your sweet little pussy and enjoy the abstinence.” he hummed. “Now imagine me sitting behind you. As I slide my huge palms, which you love so much, up and down your thighs, your tummy. As I kiss your neck and bite it to mark you as mine.” 
You kept silent, while biting your bottom lip so hard it started to hurt. You wanted to be nothing but a good girl for him. 
“Can I at least touch my boobs?” your desperate voice made his body tense. He wanted you just as much as you wanted him. The torture was real this time. 
“You’re such a good girl for asking, but you know the rule. No touching, just listening.” Hearing your offended huff caused him to giggle. “I’m going to be honest with you, I’m getting harder and harder, because I remember how much you love my dick. Do you love it, yeah? That’s why you are always so eager to jerk me off and suck me whenever you have the opportunity. Say you love it!”
“I love it, ‘Toru!” your voice cracked “I love it a lot and I want it so bad right now!” you kept whining.
“I promise that later I’ll let you ride me. You did such a good job all along, so it’s going to be your reward. Do you want to ride me?”
“Mmhmm…” you let out the most desperate sigh ever. 
“Then open your eyes baby!” he smirked as he walked into the bedroom with a massive boner in his pants.
“Satoru?” your eyes widened “You said…agh, you’re such a fucking liar!” you jumped off the bed. But he kept silent and walked up to you, grabbing your hips and pulling you into his chest. 
“Are you ready to keep going?” he whispered into your ears. You felt his hot breath on your skin. 
“Please.” you looked at him with huge puppy eyes.
“Good. Then get on all fours for me and take off your panties, okay? I still need to teach you a lesson, so you won’t want to tease me next time.”
At first you wanted to argue, maybe for a second, then you changed your mind and did as he said. You didn’t care anymore, you wanted to feel him as soon as possible and you were willing to obey.
The first spank felt like a sharp thunder exploding on your skin. A low hiss left your mouth, but you kept yourself together. One more slap and you felt as if your bum was becoming number and number. Two more slaps and you actually started to enjoy this weird pain mixed with the euphoria of hearing his dirty talk.
“Look at you, you are such a good girl. Bearing with all the pain like it was nothing, swallowing back your screams. I love how strong you are. I love you, my obedient little princess. I love you, my cruel mistress. Daddy’s getting really hard for you, you know.”
Gojo calling himself daddy pushed you over the edge. It was the last drop in that almost full glass anyway. “Please, let me touch you, please. I can’t take it anymore. I want to feel you!”
“Turn around.” he smirked as he climbed on the bed naked. “Come, sit on my lap.” he tapped his now bare thigh. It took only seconds for you to get on him, caging him between your thighs. “Lean closer” he whispered “and kiss me as you slide my dick inside of you. But don’t move! I’m gonna control everything for you. You were such a good girl, so I’ll take care of you.”
The kiss became more and more intense. It was sloppy, rough, it was animalistic. 
“I want something from you.” Gojo broke the kiss. “I want you to say thank you for every mark I left on you.” He grabbed your hips, his fingers dug into your flash. While he started to thrust into you painfully slowly, he was waiting for your reaction. “Say, thank you daddy. C’mon, say it!”
“Thank you, daddy.” you moaned out loud as you felt his massive cock moving in and out of you. 
“This is what you want, right?” he sped up a tiny bit. “And I’m doing it, because I love you.” he pounded you with even more intensity, holding you still in a rough grip. “Do you love me, baby?” his breath became uneven and heavy “Tell daddy you love him!” 
“I love you, daddy. Please, go faster! Please!” you lost your sense and turned into a whining, moaning mess.
“You want me to go faster? Then you better start screaming! Show me how much you want my dick!”
His name rolled from your lips repeatedly. Unholy sounds echoed through the air as the skin to skin contact became louder second by second.
“That’s it.” he growled “That’s my good girl.” he ran his fingers through your hair and pulled your head aside. A heavy moan left your mouth as he bit into your neck, licking your skin up and down, while keeping the pace as fast as possible. “Say you love it! Nngh…Say it!” he was about to lose his control. 
“I love it! Please don’t stop and fill me up. I want to feel your hot cum inside of me!” you bounced up and down on him, while talking in delirium.
“Fuck…” he hissed “Baby, I’m so close! Daddy’s gonna cum. Daddy’s gonna cum.” he mumbled under his nose as he felt he was about to reach his high. “Cum with me, please. Please. I want you to cum with me!
The second he felt your walls tightening around his shaft he couldn’t hold it back anymore. He dropped his head back and enjoyed the way you screamed his name while your orgasm bursted out as well. 
Heavy panting, uneven breaths left both of your mouths as you tried to calm down. You smiled and threw your hands around his neck.
“I really love you, ‘Toru!”
“I love you more, princess!” he rested his sweaty forehead on yours. 
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Imagine y/n shows up to joker wearing a playboy bunny suit and ears and fluffy tail with rope in her hands.
I’m squealing just thinking about it.
His Lighthouse: Joker’s Bunny (LedgerJoker x f!reader)
Joker’s Bunny - Oneshot
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KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!
Hey hi anon 🖤✨
I love love loved this imagine! I can’t believe tumblr had the audacity to delete it! It’s been sitting in the inbox since August 7th! Yay for refreshing?
Anyhooooooo I’ve been merging asks to dwindle the numbers down and I came across one that…. well.. It’s not my cup of tea. BUT! If it's up your alley (lol no pun intended) it's implied. I’ll mark it with an ** and let you figure it out. I do regret to inform that this is rather short because I love to tease. I will return to this idea later 😏
I won’t add a tag list until I complete this oneshot!
It was only supposed to be a nickname, an inside joke to use however Joker seemed fit. He gave you so many, it was hard to keep up with them all— yet this one stuck.
You were naturally curious, a timid little thing and overly cautious.
You always weighed out the options presented to you before jumping all in. Joker said it as a joke all those months ago but overtime, it became something more. One could argue that you adopted the moniker.
You responded to it without fuss and rarely rolled your eyes or huffed under your breath whenever he used it.
You would tilt your head and scrunch your nose to really bring the nickname to life. One random day you found yourself accepting the name when you used the emoji to refer to yourself.
You were without a doubt, Joker’s Bunny. He never thought you would take the title so seriously.
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Joker groaned to himself.
Whhhhhy didn’t he stay with you tonight? You practically begged him to with those e/c eyes of yours but he stood firm on his ‘I have to go, it's im-port-ant’ spiel.
You pouted but sent him off with a kiss. Now Joker regretted his decision as each boring minute dragged on during this briefing. To be fair, it was important. Too bad Joker wasn’t listening. He spent his time staring off into space. daydreaming about you.
He wondered what you cooked tonight. Was it that new recipe you wanted to try or did you play it safe and fix one of his favorites? He loved your cooking and could go for a hearty meal after sitting through this snoozefest.
His thoughts were plenty and quickly changed. Did you take a bubble bath with that new bath bomb he bought you? Joker saw it in passing and immediately thought of you after seeing its onyx and opal swirls in the store.
If he remembered correctly it was called Night Sky and smelled like forbidden fruits. It had your name written all over it. So what if he stole a few for you?
Joker was envisioning your body soaking in the tinted water when his phone chiming startled him out of the fantasy.
He fished it out of his coat pocket and arched an eyebrow when he saw your message come through. Speak of an angel and you appear.
you coming home?
J smirked to himself after reading the word home.
It stirred up a flurry of emotions within him every time you used it. Joker thought he had no need for a home until you entered his life and proved him wrong. Every person needs a home; his just so happened to be you.
And Joker was feeling a bit homesick.
He found your message a bit odd since you knew he was overseeing a meeting tonight. Did something happen or were you just as needy as he was? He really should’ve stayed at home with you in the first place. Joker sighed and scanned the room.
The team was talking amongst themselves on how to pull off the hit without gaining the authorities’ attention. Joker drowned them out thirty minutes ago. He was only here for appearance’s sake and could care less.
They could iron out the details without him and that became the determining factor to answer your question. With a roll of his green eyes, he replied.
What’s in it 4 me?
Joker watched three tiny dots appear and fade multiple times over a course of several minutes. Whatever you wanted to say was deleted over and over until Joker finally got a vague response.
Come and find out 🐰
Such a sassy little thing you were tonight. A few seconds later, Joker received an attachment pic from you. He took one glance at it and reacted.
“Oi! Where you going, Boss?” A henchman called out.
Joker was already storming out the door to even notice that he scared everyone with his abrupt exit.
They were waiting for Joker to voice his opinion and he just up and left. Not like he cared. The small group however began to panic and scrambled to find a way to revise the plans to meet Joker’s high expectations.
They could all die trying to rob the bank for all he cared. Joker’s mind was elsewhere, solely on you.
His Bunny was asking for it.
It was the only explanation as to why the dying sun captured your sexy silhouette oh so perfectly. When Joker got home, he was gonna ruin you.
Joker didn’t notice Frost coming down the hall in his mad dash to the elevator. Frost took one look at his boss and scoffed.
“Let me guess. It’s either the airheads in the meeting or something B did.” He ignored Joker’s venomous glare yet the lack of response spoke volumes.
“Are you coming back after you fix her attitude?” Frost sighed softly.
The elevator door dinged open upon arrival and Joker marched inside to stab the ground floor button. He locked eyes with Frost and set his demands.
“Don’t bother us unless.. I dunno, it’s err raining cats and dogs.” Which meant no, he wasn’t coming back and they both knew it.
Frost spoke his own reflection as the doors slid closed. “I don’t get paid enough for this.”
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There really should be a guide to these types of things. How to look sexy for your lover while wearing a ridiculous outfit.
Perhaps you could write a guide yourself; it beat psyching yourself up to no avail.
You planned this for weeks and now the day finally came to commit and you were having second thoughts.
The last component arrived a little while after Joker left for his meeting and you just couldn’t stall another night. It was now or never.
You wouldn’t have the confidence to do this after today. Just looking in the mirror you felt silly all over again. Knowing that Joker left you on read didn’t boost that confidence any higher either.
It wasn’t that disappointing– Joker constantly left you on read in text conversations, the problem was that he left you hanging after you sent him a risque picture.
It took you ages to get the angle, the lighting, and find a pic you actually liked, before sending it to the clown and he didn’t appreciate none of it.
You checked yourself out in front of the floor length mirror and sighed as your heels clicked sharply on the hardwood. You thought you looked cute, hot even! But your opinion was moot if Joker didn’t approve.
Maybe he opened the message and got busy before he could respond? You told yourself anything except the truth.
He probably hated it and didn’t want to hurt yor feelings.
You puckered your glossy lips at your reflection, preparing to take off the ensemble when you heard keys turning in the front door.
Joker was back in record time. It made you wonder how he got here so fast but that was the least of your worries.
You grabbed his gift off the dresser right as you heard the bedroom door slam into the wall.
Joker was going to leave a dent in the wall if he kept doing that. You told him time and time again to stop. You were about to scold him right then but the fiery heat in his eyes stole your breath.
Joker was a raging bull, just shy of steam blowing out his nose.
His target? Poor ol’ you shifting your weight from heel to heel. You hid his surprise further behind your back and of course, he noticed.
“Whatcha got there.. Bunny.” Joker stressed the endearment more so than usual since you were dressed the part.
You wore your tallest pumps and donned a fresh pair of fishnets to go nicely with your f/c bunny suit. It clung to your figure in all the best ways and the white cuff links and debonair tie around your neck was the icing on the cake.
You looked every part the bunny Joker called you. He admired the bunny ears atop your head; one bent, the other straight. He loved every little detail you had.
Joker slowly stalked towards you with his head tilted slightly. “I asked... Whatcha got behind your back Bunny? Is it a surprise?”
You nodded demurely. So that’s how you wanted to play? Joker just grinned.
“Yeah? Is it…. for me?” You giggled when he tried to steal a peek if not for you dodging his attempts at the last minute.
Joker was all for your playful mood tonight and growled lowly, seeing your sly smirk. You did your makeup so pretty, but he was over the moon seeing your plump lips shimmering all for him. You wore that shade he bought you recently. The one that tasted like strawberries.
He wanted to ruin it and you.
His green eyes roamed down your beautiful face to your neck on full display for him to nibble and mark, down to your breasts practically bursting out of your suit.
He wouldn’t be surprised if you bought it two sizes too small with how your curves spilled out over the leather confines. Joker wanted to lay you down and knead your soft flesh and rip holes in your fishnets. You looked so good and he wanted to play.
There was so much he wanted to do! He grew tired of you ducking and dodging and grabbed your arms roughly. “Gotcha Bunny! Now… let’s uh, see what you oh..”
Joker audibly swallowed as you bit your lip and looked away.
Joker stared at the bundle of rope in your hands, honestly at a loss for words. The bright color would look heavenly against your skin tone and you knew Joker wanted to tie you up for months now. He introduced the idea once or twice and tested out the new concept by binding your wrists.
It excited you and drove him wild. It was high time he got his wish by going all in.
Joker rubbed his thumb against the rope and met your shy gaze. “Y/n… are you sure.”
You nodded and leaned up (even with heels on J towered over you) and kissed his cheek but Joker required a verbal agreement.
“I need to hear you say it, bunny. That you’ll let me uhh, tie ya up? You wanna be my sweet rope bunny huh doll?”
You nodded again but Joker reached out and gripped your chin, “Use your words, bunny.”
You moaned out and closed your eyes. Joker had yet to do anything and you were already worked up. “B-Bunnies don’t t-talk.” You gasped.
Joker was speechless as you finally turned around and let him see the fluffy bunny tail** you wore. You walked over to the edge of the bed and bent by your waist to wiggle your buns for Joker.
His breath was shaky but overly excited for what was about to happen. Joker unraveled the colored rope in his hands with a mocking tsk of his lips.
“What a naughty, naughty bunny girl I have.” 
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Chapter 9 : AM I JUST A FOOL?
Pairing : Sergio Ramos x Black reader
SUMMARY : Will Reader be able to resist the temptation? - Read the previous chapter here. - Masterlist
Warnings (+18) : Toxic relationship, strong angst, heartbreak, slight violence and very nasty SMUT a short but sinful scene (oral sex, anal play, slight degradation and use of the word daddy) - Mild long : 9k words.
(English is not my first language so feel free me to correct me so I can improve it next time).
I know, I know, I take a lot of time to publish the chapters of this series... Don't jump me 😂 I promise to make an effort (lol don't take it too seriously). Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Writing takes a lot of time, if you enjoyed, please reblog, comment and interact.
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The second you set foot home, you took your phone out of your purse and blocked this bastard from every single social media site before deleting his phone number and blocking it. In less than a few hours, he threw your heart into the flames. Burning and reducing to ashes the high hopes you had for the future. Even if it hurts to admit it, your mother was right, you are dumb. He played you multiple times in this life, but you always ended up going back to him. The man showed his true colours more than once, yet you were naive enough to believe that he had changed. That he could love you the way you deserved to be loved.
A wave of sadness and anger radiated through your body as you stared at the pictures you took with him weeks ago. Right before he changes his mind and dumps you. Despite the hatred you felt towards him, deleting your photos wasn’t something you felt like doing. In fact, you needed time to process and accept the fact that Sergio never loved you. Usually, every time you thought about it, you would sob right after. This time, your body didn’t find the strength to waste one tear on that asshole. It would be a complete waste of tears to cry over a man who never deserved your love. What happened earlier should be a wakeup call. The two of you were not meant to be. The reality hurt, but you needed to admit it. You literally brought out the worst in each other. The proof is that after all those efforts to change, he went right back to being the selfish bastard you always knew.
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"I warned you about him. You didn’t listen."
"Okay, I don’t need that right now. I just called to inform you so you’ll never ask about this piece of shit again." Your sister rolled her eyes before nodding. "Okay, I won’t. It still doesn’t change the fact that I’m furious. After everything you went through for him, is this how he treats you? Y/N, I swear if you give him another chance after this episode, we’re going to fight."
You preferred to ignore her last words. "At least, now the video fits the narrative. I've always been his whore, nothing more. I should never have had sex with him. My life would have been so much better right now."
"You don’t know about that."
"Yes, I know. It’s a never-ending vicious circle. Sometimes, I’m wondering if it’s not my karma for cheating on my ex-boyfriend." Your sister let out a loud sigh before whispering, "No, it’s not your karma. It’s your inability to stay away from him. Just promise me that you will never go back to him." Whatever promise came out of your mouth when it came to Sergio was not sincere. The second you are in front of him, your brain will probably derail, making it harder for you to stick to your words and promises. Completely blinded by the love you had for the Spaniard. "I promise." You simply concluded in a serious tone. Admitting the contrary or explaining the truth would probably start a fight with your sister. Something you clearly do not need at the moment.
This time, you were too furious to even feel sorry for yourself. Actually, you were the one to blame for what happened. In which universe did you think that Sergio could become the man you imagined in your head? Of course, it would not happen because he is flawed like anyone else. Your problem is that his flaws mostly included being a fuckboy, running away from his feelings, and acting offended when anything went against his plans. Pondering about what might have happened or not is not going to change the final outcome. Sergio gets to play the perfect man for his image, while you are condemned to stay low-key for the next few years. All of that was because of his crazy ex, who thought it was okay to record an intimate moment between you. Whatever happened, you would not let it take you down. Sergio is not the only man in this country or on this earth. Yeah, but he is the only one with that deep voice you liked so much. Meeting new faces or new men could help in the process of forgetting him for good, right?
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It’s now been two months since you last talked to Sergio. In the meantime, you kept yourself busy by going on different dates with different profiles. Most of the time, you left the date clearly knowing that you would never reach out again. A good chunk of them only talked to you in the hope that you would reproduce whatever they had seen on that video. From time to time, you could feel like a piece of meat. Being disappointed by the end or middle of the date became a part of your daily life. At first, you were positive, thinking that you could meet a way better man than him. However, it took you less than a month to realise that no one had his aura, charisma, and attitude. He was truly one of a kind. Speaking of him, the man tried to reach out, not even two weeks after he broke up with you, asking for forgiveness.
Sergio has found a new way to communicate with you: letters. It was the only way at this point because you blocked him from every single platform possible. As you were enjoying one of your favourite TV shows, you heard knocks on your door. Whoever rang people’s doors at such an hour had little to no mannerism. Anyone who knew you knew better than to visit you on Wednesday during the diffusion of your favourite show. The second you opened the door, you immediately regretted it. At the moment, your heart almost dropped into your stomach. How dare he come back after everything he put you through? Why come back after two months as if nothing happened? The mix of emotions almost made you want to slap him, insult him, kiss him, and cry in his arms. Yet the only thing that came out was a threat, spat in the most furious tone. "Get the fuck out before I call the police."
"You know, you won’t do that to the man you love." You shook your head and nervously snorted.
"Correction, loved. Also, is that a challenge? Because you should know me better by now."
"That’s why I’m saying you’re not calling anyone." The man gently pushed you to the side to get inside your apartment. Seeing him that confident about your actions pissed you off. As a result, you seized your phone and dialled the police number. "Can you imagine that? Sergio Ramos, Real Madrid captain, arrested for harassment." You smirked, boldly approaching him. "I don’t know about you, but I’d love to see it."
"Stop your comedy." Sergio snatched the phone away from you before throwing it on your couch. By the way he smiled, he knew that you were furious at him. "I brought you a small gift. It’s something you’ve been wanting for a moment." You examined the package before pushing it towards Sergio. "If you think you can appease me with expensive gifts, well, you must be out of your tiny little mind." Sergio rolled his eyes, putting his hands on his hips. "I know you don’t mean any of it."
"This one is sincere. Do you think you’re actually a great mind? What is saving you is good looks, charisma, status, and money. Don’t trip." Seeing him smile at your words irritated you even more. "Tiny little mind? You should be ashamed for falling in love with me, then. If we follow your logic, it makes you superficial too."
You've had enough of this little game. The only thing you wanted him to do was leave your place. "Get the fuck out of my house! I blocked you for a reason."
"I miss you." He whispered, staring right into your eyes. You titled your head to the side, not him bringing up the sentence you have heard too many times. If you had a little bit of self-love, you needed to be stronger and not fall for it. "Okay, which girl broke your heart?"
"You." Your eyes widened at his audacity. "Are you fucking joking? You’re the one who let me down."
"No, I was trying to set up a plan to protect you in the future. This world is cruel, and you experienced it." You let out a nervous laugh while clapping your hands. "Of course. You’re a good man, the husband type, and I’m the bitch. Anyway, time to go, Sergio." You got up and opened your entry door to push him out of your apartment. Sergio slowly approached you before slamming the door.
"I’ll leave when I fucking decide to."
"Excuse me? That’s not your house, it’s mine. Get the fuck out or I’m calling the police." Sergio took steps forward until you were trapped against the wall. He dangerously approached, intensely looking at your face. Your breath almost stopped when his soft hand rubbed your cheek. How his touch could be full of love and passion when he had none in him. "Fuck the softness of your skin. I never found that somewhere else. What’s your secret?"
"Staying away from you." The Spaniard laughed again before seizing your face. "You know what’s crazy? Seeing you mad turns me on."
”What do you want me to do about that? This is how I know that you don’t love me. You should be worried and try your best to fix what you have ruined."
"I tried many times. The person I had an issue with simply refused to reply." He explained in his usual nonchalant tone. "Tell me, why on earth should I reply to you? So you can break my heart again or humiliate me for the tenth time? It’s not happening. Whatever you feel, I couldn’t care less. You’re the one who deliberately chose to end your relationship for a PR stunt. Now, deal with the consequences."
"That’s the thing, Y/N, it’s a PR stunt. My heart belongs to you, and you know it." He whispered, passing his thumb over your bottom lip. Even if the tenderness and sexiness of the physical enchanted you, a reality check was still needed. "PR stunt? That’s all you can do? Just admit that you never wanted to be with me. It’s not that hard." Some giggles escaped Sergio’s mouth as he shook his head. "I dumped Sandra for you. I’ve been there every single day during your mental breakdown, and you still think that I never wanted you." A moment of silence followed after the mention of your mental breakdown. You suddenly remembered how he would do anything back in those days to put a smile on your face. However, you couldn’t trust him after the last stunt he pulled on you. "Should I thank you for the bare minimum?" As Sergio was about to reply, he noticed something new in your living room: a beautiful bouquet of flowers with a cart signed "Ruben". Without asking, he took the paper in his hands, carefully examining it. He probably tried to find a clue or anything about the man who could replace him.
"I better understand why you have that attitude. If you think for one second that they can’t top me,"
"They absolutely can. Stop thinking that you’re the man, you’re nothing, but a.-" Sergio didn’t allow you to finish. Before you could kill his ego, he shut you down with a passionate kiss. Every brain cell urged you to kick him out while the entire fibre of your body relived again. Sergio firmly held your face as his tongue slid inside of your mouth. Only he could kiss you like that. He knew exactly what to do to make you melt.
Within the next thirty minutes, you were in bed with him. Making love like a passionate couple who just reunited after a long time apart. "Fuck, Sergio. Right there." You moaned loudly as your nails found their spot on his tattooed back. He will probably have scratches because of you, but you couldn’t care less. The only thing on your mind at the moment was reaching that level of bliss that only he could deliver. A sensation you terribly missed during those two months when you were incapable of letting another man touch you. No one could ever top him, no one could ever fuck you like he did, and no one could provoke such strong emotions within you.
A few orgasms later, Sergio decided to shower before going back to his place. The shower gave you time to collect your thoughts and push the intense emotions due to sex to the side. One more time, you failed to keep your distance, stick to your guns, and move on. This is probably what a normal woman would have done. When you rolled around, you noticed how the screen of his phone had lightened. The bright light pissed you off, so you decided to lock the phone. Nevertheless, the main goal you had with his phone vanished when you read the name Isabel on it. The message was crystal clear: "Papi, donde esta? Me muero de impaciencia." - Daddy, where are you? I’m dying of impatience. Not even a second later, she sent a photo of her in a lingerie set that left little to the imagination. The suggestive pose confirmed what you thought. This asshole wasn’t sorry, he just wanted to bed you again.
Suddenly, the euphoria of orgasms dropped to give place to a rising anger that only amplified when you saw the Spaniard in front of you. "Sergio, fuck you. You’re truly a piece of shit. I thought you were genuine tonight, but apparently not. You will never change, you fucking bastard. I give you two minutes to leave my house." The calm tone you used at the beginning slowly switched. You were too furious to hold back. "What have I done? I just gave you an orgasm. I mean two, so be grateful."
"Callate la puta boca. You came here knowing that another girl was waiting for you somewhere." - Shut the fuck up. Sergio looked completely confused at the sudden switch. "So you went through my phone? Well, next time you won’t look at my phone if you don’t want to get hurt."
"There won’t be a next time. If you ever set foot here again, I’ll call the police, and this time you won’t stop me." You put a t-shirt on before collecting his clothes and throwing them in front of your door. "Hey, calmate. Cual es tu problema?" - Hey, calm down. What’s your problem?
"Tu eres mi problema, pendejo." - You’re my problem, asshole. Sergio smiled as he whispered, "The type of problem you love, eh? Anyway, I’ll be back soon." He winked before you slammed the door on his face. Before you realised it, tears fell down your face, which resulted in you ending up crying on the floor. One more time, he has won and you have lost. Tonight, he would probably get to lay two ladies, Isabel and you. Once again, congratulations! You played yourself.
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It’s been more than two weeks since you heard about Sergio. The truth is that he tried to reach out by sending letters and gifts to your address. Thinking that you would fall for his love letters, poems, or expensive gifts. Sergio and you have been in this situation for two years. He knew your weaknesses as well as you knew his. If there was one thing the Spaniard hated, it was being overlooked and ignored. A reason why he pursued you after your very first meeting. He was surprised and intrigued by the attitude you showed him. In his head, you were a challenge. Even if you hated him at first, he needed to convert you. After pushing for months and months, he finally got what he wanted. The time has come for you to take your power back. You would ignore him, act as if you never received his gifts or letters. Act as if he simply never existed. It shouldn’t be that difficult since you've already blocked him from almost every platform.
As the week passed, you signed every paper confirming that the package had been delivered. Sergio needed to know that you received the gift, but you still don’t care about it. When it came to the letters, they were torn and thrown in the trash. The first week of ignoring him worked because he started to call you with unknown numbers the second week. All the calls were redirected to your voicemail. A smirk decorated your face when you thought about how frustrated Sergio probably was. The dynamics needed to change, he should be the one to feel this way now.
A few days later, your sister came to Madrid to visit you. She asked for one day's leave so she could stay longer than just a weekend. Before she even landed, you had already planned the entire weekend. Friday would be for a city visit, a restaurant night, and Madrid by night. Saturday would be more culture-centred, except that you would end the night in a club. Sunday is the only day you planned to have free time in case there was something special your sister truly wanted to do.
Seeing a PayPal transfer from Sergio made you laugh like crazy. The name of the transfer was unblock me, we need to talk. Judging by the amount he sent, you could tell that he really wanted to talk to you. If he thought he could change your mind with his money, he must have bumped his head against his headboard. Sending the money back would require some attention, which is why you decided to keep it. They would allow you to upgrade your weekend plans.
"What's making you laugh like that?" Without pronouncing a word, you handed your phone to your sister, who laughed too.
"Wow. Please make good use of the money and do not reply."
"I won't. He can choke this time."
"Do you realise that you already said that before? I know you'll go back to him. You two are in a toxic relationship." You giggled at your sister's analysis. No, we're not. He never beat or insulted me. We may function differently, but it’s not a reason to call us toxic."
"Toxic doesn't necessarily mean violent. A relationship should be uplifting for both parties. Look at your situation; that relationship is holding you back." You sighed and gave a death glare to your sister. "We’re not having that conversation anyway." You concluded by not giving your sister the chance to pursue. Whatever she would say would never be enough to stop you from loving that man.
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After a long and busy day, you knew clubbing could help. The last two days had been so interesting and fulfilling that you barely had time to think about Sergio. Your sister had all of your attention, which she was extremely grateful for. As you shared a dance with a man, your sister tapped on your shoulder, handing you her phone. You furrowed your eyebrows while questioning your sister. "It’s Sergio. He’s been harassing me since the second I posted a video of us in the club."
Without waiting, you took the phone. "Stop calling my sister."
"I’ll stop if you stop playing with my nerves." A nervous giggle escaped your mouth. The plan worked, and by the sound of his voice, you knew he was angry. "You accept the gifts but can’t even say thanks or reply to my letters. Same for the money. Can’t you see that I need to talk to you?"
"Yeah, I see. I just don’t give a fuck, Sergio." A moment of silence ruled before you interrupted it. "Go fuck Isabel." You giggled and hung up on him. Your sister proudly rubbed your shoulders. "That’s the only treatment he should get."
"It’s not over. I’m not going to let you slip out like that." The text he sent made you laugh even more. He was losing his power and had no idea how to act. "Who the fuck do you think you are? I don’t need you. Damn, I don’t even want you these days. Your arrogance fooled you into thinking that you were the only one. You’re not. A girl has upgraded, she only dates real men. Not boys with emotional issues who are incapable of bringing something other than dick and money to the table. I’m done with walking ATMs with dicks. Fuck you, Sergio." You laughed as you sent the message. Of course, he could retaliate by hurting your feelings even more after the very salty message you sent. However, a part of you believed that he wouldn’t reply in the hope of getting you at your own game. "Let’s go back partying!" You yelled, taking your sister’s hand to go on the dancefloor.
Two hours later, after multiple drinks and dances with random men, your eyes were on the same screen, reading Sergio’s reply. "Get out, I’m waiting for you outside." You reread the message again, realising how fucked you were. Sergio literally drove all the way there. However, your intimidation won't force you to back up because you were right. With the bad temper Sergio had, things could escalate quickly. You already knew the fight was going to be intense.
You grabbed your sister's arm and said, "I'll be right back. I need some fresh air." She furrowed her eyebrows and asked, "Is everything alright? Do you want me to come with you?" Thankfully, she had not read the message. You were the one to have her phone when he sent the last text. She hated him so bad that she would never allow you to approach him again. "No thanks. I need to make a call quickly. I'll be right back." Without waiting for an answer, you stormed out. She was probably reticent to let you go out like that, but you didn't care. You had to deal with him on your own.
The fresh air hit your naked legs and shoulders. As an attempt to stop the sudden coldness, you pulled your dress down, knowing that it wouldn't extend the length of it. That's when your eyes caught him getting out of his fancy Audi car, gifted by the club. The way he quickly walked left no doubts, Sergio was furious. When he was right in front of you, he didn't even greet you.
"What the fuck was that?"
"Good question. I was going to ask the same."
"Don't fucking play with me because you’ll regret it."
"Oh, there we go, here come the threats. I don't give a fuck, I'm not scared. I said what I said. Die mad about it, arrogant prick." You spat, agitating your hands in front of his face. The closer he got, the more you saw how his jaw clenched. He looked at you up and down before staring right into your eyes. "You're so desperate for attention. Look at you, going out, getting drunk, dancing with men you're not even attracted to. Fucking pathetic."
"As a single woman, I'm free to do whatever the fuck I want. No one and nothing will stop me."
"Life and reality will. When you’ll realise that the only thing they see in you is sex. They don't see you as a whole. You need to be smarter."
"Being smarter by believing your bullshit? Be serious for a second, please."
"My bullshit is probably more interesting than whatever the other guys have to say. Be realistic, they probably saw the tape, so the second they met you, it was the only thing they could think about. In their heads, you’re simply a-." Your eyes widen at what he might say. "Finish your sentence. I dare you to, Sergio." At that moment, nobody or anything could stop you. "Say it. Wear your balls and finish the sentence." Your blood was literally boiling at his sous-entendu.
"You know what I mean. Why would I say it? Learn how to figure things out." Without a second thought, you threw your hand in the air to slap him, but he caught your hand to stop you.
"Is it the best you can do? I'm disappointed."
"The only whore I see is you. You're not even the best whore out there." You said, giggling.
"For your information, I fucked another man. It was so good, and his dick was big. Bigger than yours. You should have heard how I was screaming in-." Suddenly, his pupils changed, the light brown shrank to give space to a darker colour. He was now fuming. That's when he caught your cheeks and gripped them, making you stare at him.
"Say that again."
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME." You screamed, planting your nails in his forearm. He didn't flinch and stayed still. "LET ME GO, Sergio. I won't say that shit again."
"Fuck you, Sergio." He was about to go, but you couldn't let him win like that. You took your keys out of your purse and followed him. When he got in the car, you took the keys out and started to scratch his car with the cold metal. Sergio’s eyes widen as he jumps out of the car to stop you. He grabbed your arm to take the keys from you, but you pushed him with your shoulders.
"ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?"
”Yes, and you should know that by now." As he was about to grip your forearm, you stopped and put the keys back in your purse. Sergio had to control himself to avoid doing something very stupid, even if you were pushing him to the very edge.
"Next time, you'll think twice before calling me a whore." You said it coldly to him before kicking his wing mirrors with your heels. The glass shattered on the floor. "I never called you a whore. I was going to say fantasy."
"Fucking liar!" Your sister ran to join you in the parking lot.
"Y/N, are you good? Did he do something to you?"
"What can he possibly do to me, uh? Let's go, come on."
"Come pick up the rest of your stuff at my place next week, and you'll see." He said, lowering his voice in a tone that drove you crazy when you were not fuming. You closed your eyes, thinking of the clothes and jewellery you left there almost three months before. Unfortunately, you had beautiful pieces that you could not abandon because of this asshole. "You won't do shit. Count on me, I'll be there soon. You're not scaring me, Pendejo." - Asshole
****
The next day, you were at his place to take the last thing you left at his house. If he thought that his intimidation worked, he got it all wrong. You rang at the door multiple times, which caused him to groan and curse out loud.
"Oh, mi querida! I knew you would come."
"I’m not here for you, I’m here to get my stuff back. You can literally choke." Sergio pretended to hold his heart. "Ouch, you’re very harsh to me these days."
"Shut your stupid mouth. Nothing good ever comes out of it." Sergio stared at you as you put your clothes in the small suitcase you brought. "Querida, can we talk?" You frowned at his proposal before completely ignoring him. If he hated one thing, it was being ignored. ”Hey, I’m talking to you." He repeated in a sterner tone as he held your arm. "Get your hands off me!" You screamed before pushing him. "I need to know why you’re mad at me." A nervous laugh escaped your lips as you gave him a death glare. ”Oh, wait, let me think. You pretended to love me, you dumped me for no reason after everything we went through. You lied to my face the last time we slept together, and you insinuated that I was a whore. For all those reasons and the pain you caused me, fuck you."
"I never pretended to love you. I do love you."
"Sergio, please. You’re incapable of loving. It’s clearly not for you. The only thing you can do is bring good dick and money. Stop talking about what you don’t know. Talking about, get the fuck out." As you threw the last piece of clothing in your suitcase, Sergio tenderly grabbed your hand. "Stop saying that. I dumped you only to protect you."
"Protect me from what? The worst has already happened to me. Stop lying! You dumped me because you wanted to have fun with all those women. It’s never been about protecting me. How can you even have the audacity to talk about protection? Someone should protect me from you. Sergio, you keep hurting me all the time. I’m not asking you to love me anymore, just to let me go."
He now grabbed your arm and stared right into your eyes. "I did that to protect you. Believe it or not, I would not tolerate people slandering you on paper, on social media, or whatever. The goal is to make sure people forget about you, so we can live peacefully. How can’t you understand that, querida? I will never let you go. I love you, believe it or not. Every time you get out of my life, I feel incomplete and lost. You mean everything to me." You laughed again, brushing his hands off your body. "Actions speak louder than words, Sergio. I don’t believe you. Anyway, I’m done here. Time for me to go."
Sergio held your hand tighter than before as you tried to leave. "Sergio, we’re not meant to be, and that’s okay. You just need to accept it." His beautiful tattooed hands enveloped yours as he stared into your eyes. "Querida, don’t do that. I know our relationship is complicated, but I can’t imagine you leaving my life. I don’t want to go through what I went through last year when you abandoned me." You rolled your eyes at his words. If whatever he said was true, you would not be in the situation you are in today.
"I know you don’t believe me, but I’m sincere when I say I love you. Alright, I don’t know how to love you, but I can’t lose you." This time, you could not hold back and let out a nervous laugh. "Do you even hear yourself? Look, I treat you like shit, but you should forgive me anyway because I love you. Be serious for a second." You brushed his hands off you before rushing to exit his house.
As you were about to get out, Sergio blocked the front door, preventing you from going out. "I’m not playing these games today, you better move."
"I’m afraid it’s not possible." You closed your eyes, trying your best to not unleash all the accumulated anger on him. Even though a part of you thought he completely deserved it. You clenched your jaw at the sight of his very confident face. If you ever snapped, it meant that he won. Today, you refused to bring him that kind of joy. After a long moment of silence, Sergio broke the distance between you. His brown eyes deeply plunged into your eyes as he slowly made his way to caress your cheek. A part of you wanted to push him and run, you already knew this innocent touch would end.
After everything he has done to you and put you through, you should hate him. Anyone else would have—anyone but you. Sometimes, you hate yourself for loving him. A man who could never love you the way you needed to be loved, a love story with no future, a love story that slowly suffocated you. The second he leaned in to passionately capture your lips, the doubts you had vanished. Letting go of a burning desire, a ravaging fire that only he could tame.
*****
"Ugh fuck. Sorry daddy." Tears fell down your cheeks as you whimpered. "I'm sorry, please, please, please." You pleaded as Sergio smacked your behind for at least the fifteenth time.
"Say it."
"It's yours. All fucking yours. No one else."
"Prove it. Can you do that, little whore?"
”How do you want me to prove it to you, Daddy?"
"Bring some creativity in."
The way he pounded into you left you screaming. You gripped the sheets with your teeth and hands for some balance. As he pushed himself deeper, he inserted some fingers into your mouth. "Suck it." You wasted no time and coated them with saliva. When his fingers were soaking wet, he pulled out and played with your backdoor. "I swear, next time you let another man fuck my pussy, I'm fucking your ass. You won't be able to sit for a while."
The kind of threats that turned you on even more. You were curious to see how it could feel. Sergio didn't stop here he spat on the exposed hole. "Did he make you feel that good, slut?"
"No, no, no. Fuck!"
"I'm going to show why I'm the best." He pulled out and leaned forward to bury his face between your cheeks. The feeling of his thumb there had you breathing out loud. At first, it was small licks, then his tongue passed through your virgin hole, opening the door to a new kind of pleasure. Having a tongue there felt good and you couldn't deny it. His fingers stuffed your puffy pussy as his tongue kept playing with your hole. You closed your eyes trying to enjoy every facet of this new sensation. 
"I'm going to cum, daddy." That's when he stopped. He left you there, on the edge.
"Don't think I have told you to do so."
"Daddy, please. I need to cum."
Sergio smacked your behind, then your pussy where he entered his fingers again. His other hand played with your clit."It's too much. Please."
"So who's pussy is that?"
"All yours." He smiled and allowed you to cum, which led you to a blissful orgasm. You let go of all the tension by squirting all over his hand. "Turn around."
"I'm going to come. Show me some love." You moved to get on your knees and suck him off. Sergio's groans intensified as he emptied his seed into your mouth. Before swallowing, you opened your mouth to show him it all. "Joder. You're so good to me, Querida."
"Don't you fucking think I forgive you, Sergio." He chuckled.
"So you're okay to have the nastiest sex with me, but you don't want to talk about us."
"Sex doesn't change a fucking thing. We're done. I'm fed up with your behaviour."
"I’m addicted to you as much as you are to me. No man can come between us."
"You’re being delusional. If I ever meet a man who truly loves me and values me, unlike you, it’s a wrap. Believe me." You replied, trying to keep the sternest tone possible. Sergio giggled and leaned so close to your face that his lips were only centimetres away from yours. "Don't act like you don’t like a little bit of chaos in your life. You can sleep with whoever you want, but at the end of the day, you know where that heart is." You puffed before pushing him to the side. "I’m going home. Bye, Sergio. This time was really the last one." As you were pronouncing that sentence, you could already tell that whatever you said was a lie.
****
Three weeks later…
Sergio proved to you once again that he could not be trusted. The next day, after he slept with you, there were pictures of him going on a date with a model. When you confronted him about it, he lied, swearing on his life that it was a PR Stunt. "On top of that, you think I’m stupid. Fuck you!" It was the last time you talked to him before blocking him. Of course, he sent gifts and letters and even rang at your door multiple times, but this time you refused to forgive him that easily. You were tired of being the girl in the scenes. The one who never gets dates, the one who needs to hide, the one who should be seen with him, but the one he had no problem sleeping with, showering with gifts, and saying I love you every other day.
Instead, you preferred to pour your energy somewhere else. Tonight, you were happy to have company. You have been talking to him for two months now, and you liked where the dynamics were going. The good thing about you is that both of you agreed on not wanting something serious. It was all about fun and companionship. As your tongue danced in your new crush's mouth, your door rang, forcing you to split. You truly hoped that it wasn’t Sergio because you really wanted to get laid tonight. Of course, sex felt very different from what you had with Sergio. Even if you hated his guts, you must admit that he knew how to please a woman. The surprised gasp you let out when you saw your ex with a flower bouquet in front of your door alerted your guest. "Quien es?" - Who is it?
"Nobody. Probably someone who’s making a mistake." You turned around to go back to the beautiful man on your couch. "Let’s get back to where we left." As you were about to sit on his lap, the door rang again. "It doesn’t look like a mistake, Y/N." The second you were about to reply, Sergio’s deep voice resonated from behind the door. "Querida, open the door. I know you are here. I heard your voice." The man in your apartment frowned, annoyed to hear another man show up at your door. The situation worsened when Sergio opened his mouth again. "Querida! Don’t piss me off. You know I can really get in if I want to." Your eyes widened when you heard his threat. Of course, he could do such a thing with the temper he had. Allowing him in so he could find out about your crush was a huge risk. His excessive jealousy could clearly cause a fight. "Querida! La puerta!" The man in your living room lost his patience and got up to open the door. "The fuck you want?" His face changed when he realised who he had in front of him. Instead of going off, he let out a loud laugh. "I want to see my querida."
"She’s busy. Come back in two days." Sergio took a step forward, invading Ruben’s space to intimidate him. Obviously, you could not let them fight in the middle of your living room. "Sergio! Get out! You’re not welcomed here." The Spaniard made a grimace of disgust as he looked at the beautiful man with faux locs. "Oh, so because of him, you’re going to treat me like shit?"
"It has nothing to do with him. You know very well what you’ve done. If not, you wouldn’t be here in front of my door with pathetic flowers." Your special guest snorted at the comment about the flowers. "You heard the boss, Sergio? We all respect you, don’t embarrass yourself here." The more he spoke, the more Sergio’s jaw clenched. By the way he tightly held the bouquet, you could tell that he would snap in a few minutes. ”Sergio, go home! This time I won’t hesitate to call the police." Melvin let out an annoyed sigh. "Hombre, get the fuck out. You’re ruining our night."
Sergio gripped him by the neck and pushed him against the wall, dropping the bouquet on the floor at the same time. His hand applied some pressure to Melvin’s neck. You screamed while smacking Sergio’s arm. "Let him go!" Sergio smiled before releasing his grip. Melvin never looked at him or you, he simply took his stuff and stormed off your apartment. "Come back!"
Sergio grabbed your arm to stop you from going after him. Out of rage, you started to smack his chest and arm repetitively. "Fuck you, Sergio! From the bottom of my heart, I wish you nothing but misery." He gently applied pressure to your forearm to calm you down. "You know you don’t. The love you have for me is too powerful." The arrogant smirk on his face fueled your anger, so you violently brushed his hand off. "Why do you feel the need to ruin my life every single time?" As he was about to reply, you raised your index and stopped him. "Don’t even talk about love. You have no idea what love looks like. You’re just a fucking narcissist. Fuck you. I hate you."
Every time you pronounced the word hate, his heart jumped. He feared the day you would actually mean it. That day, he knew that there would be no coming back. "What was I supposed to do? Let him fuck you while I go home."
"It’s not your business, I’m not your girl." Sergio nodded with a smirk on his face. "Then maybe you should call him back so I can remind him how we fucked last month."
"He doesn’t care, because unlike you, he knows he’s in there for fun. Anyway, get the fuck out of my house. I don’t even know why I’m speaking to you."
"So you’re kicking me out of your house for a stranger? Me? The man you love." You passed your hand on your face, fighting the temptation to throw a glass of water on his face. Sergio clearly felt that he was losing you. So he decided to play one of his rarest cards.
"If you let me leave like that, I’m never coming back." He murmured a few inches from your face. You turned your head to avoid his gaze. "Let it be." You finally replied in a cold tone. "It’s not like you ever loved me anyway, Sergio. My life would only get better if you got out of it. You brought me nothing else than pain, misery, humiliation, and instability."
"Are you sure of what you’re saying? Unless I’m crazy, I brought you comfort, attention, affection, and great sex. Something your useless ex boyfriend couldn’t do. Isn’t that why you cheated, eh? I drove you crazy, and I still do." He leaned closer, this time he was whispering in your ear. "I will always remember that night. I’m pretty sure you do, too. Should I remind you of it?" The roaring silence motivated him to continue.
"Okay, let’s go. You lived with that pendejo, right? Well, I would often come to your shared place, and we would fuck everywhere. That night, he came back earlier from his night out. You forced me to hide in the bathroom as you dealt with him. Of course, you had a fight, as per usual. Right after, you asked me to fuck you in front of the mirror while your boyfriend was still awake in your bedroom. Probably scrolling through social media. As if it wasn’t enough, you asked me to finish inside, not caring about him finding out. That’s how you’re fucking addicted to me. No man can ever top me—not one. You can try, but you will never find him. We both love chaos, the type that only our duo can bring. Let’s be honest." You looked at him with a disgusted face. "I’m holding myself back to not spit on your face." He giggled as he rubbed his beard. "It’s not my thing. I’d rather spit in your mouth like I did last month."
"Get the fuck out of my house, Sergio. Don’t worry, what happened last month will never happen again. You can choke."
"Adios, mi amor."
"Go to hell, Sergio." You shouted, smashing the door in his face.
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One week later…
Not even a week later, you already regretted your actions. Rejecting Sergio forever under the name of anger was not the best idea you had. When the calls, letters, gifts, and ringing at your door stopped, you felt lonely. A certain void that only he could fill with his turbulent presence. What made you arrive at his home was the fact that he blocked you. Sure, you rejected him, but he should be the last person to block you after everything he did to you.
The keys you always forgot to give back would be useful today. After you opened the gate and doors, you directly headed upstairs. If he thought that he could be the only one to play games, you would show him. The perfume, makeup, hair, outfit, and shoes were carefully chosen. The intention was to seduce him before breaking him down, just like he loved doing to you. "Oh Dios mío. Amor." Your heart almost broke into pieces when you heard the moans coming from upstairs. Without thinking, you followed the obscene sounds until you saw something you never wanted to see.
Sergio balls deep into another woman, the model he was photographed with a week ago. The one he was supposed to only do a PR stunt with. Once again, he won. Your heart dropped in your stomach as you tried to realise what was going on. You stayed there, looking silently at him as he kept making love to her. Of course, you could see that she was getting a great deal of pleasure. You decided to interrupt when he pulled out and ask her if she was okay. The girl let out a piercing scream when she saw you. Sergio immediately jumped, trying to cover both bodies. "Today is the day. Fucking hypocrite bitch. That's what you are, Mr. Ramos. You're fucking disgusting."
"I'm doing what you're doing too, which is having fun like other single men. Now, get out."
”No, it's too easy. I'm not going anywhere."
"Unless you want to join us, you better get out." He pointed to the door with that famous arrogant smirk of his.
"Have fun, señorita. Just remember, Sergio, that you're mine and no one else’s." Without thinking, you stormed out and reached the kitchen. If he thought that he would see more tears from you, he was terribly wrong. At the sight of the beautiful porcelain plates, an idea came to mind. The loud noise of the glass shattering on the floor caused him to brutally enter the kitchen, where he snatched the plate you were about to throw on the floor.
"WHAT'S FUCKING WRONG WITH YOU?"
"Just manifesting anger."
"Are you fucking crazy? Stop it immediately." The Spaniard man looked at you with anger in his eyes, you knew that you were on the edge of showing the ugliest side of him. The pain you felt was too intense for you to look back. Whatever happens next, happens. After a battle of intense stares, you smiled before dropping the last plate on the floor.
Sergio grabbed your hand, full of rage. For the first time, you felt how destabilised he was by the situation. "Stop pushing my buttons."
"Or what?" The attitude you've had since he dumped you surprised him. You weren't this sweet, patient woman anymore. The new version of you looked crazier and more daring. Sergio closed his eyes, thinking of a way to calm his nerves.
The brunette you saw in bed came down the stairs. The second her eyes came across the chaos you created, she put a hand on her mouth. "Go back in the bedroom, Melissa."
"Yeah, it'd be a shame to cut your feet with the porcelain." Sergio gave you one of his killer stares before releasing your hand.
"I hope you're happy now."
"I'm going to be happy when you finally get the fuck out of my life. Or when you eventually get your shit together and stop using me."
He chuckled while cleaning up the floor. "I did so last week. You're the one who ruined it all. Don't put the blame on me."
"Are you crazy? You literally asked me to be your backstage girl while you paraded with a model or whatever. If you truly loved and valued me, you wouldn't have cared about what people might think. Sergio, be honest, just admit that I'm just a hole for you. Just look around,  you’re in bed with a model who’s supposed to be your PR stunt. Be honest, you don’t want to commit. You just want to have fun."
"Fucking stop. Don't think that I'm treating the others the way I'm treating you."
”Oh, and what's my privilege? Being thrown around whenever. Being emotionally drained because of you. I went through so much shit because of you. I've been humiliated, insulted, dehumanised, and rejected by my own family because I made the single mistake of letting you back into my life." Tears threatened to fall, but you fought them with all the strength you had. "I’m done, Sergio. I can’t do it anymore." Sergio giggled and tried to approach you, but you stopped him.
"I mean it."
"That’s not how we end things. Saying I’m done is not enough." The look in his eyes revealed something you should have seen earlier. He was not taking you seriously. You told him the same words so many times that he probably doesn’t believe you anymore. This is how badly you allowed him to step on your boundaries. To the point where he took you for granted. This time, a voice in your head screamed, "Enough is enough. You deserve better." Leaving someone you love behind is never easy. However, in your situation, it was needed. If you keep entertaining this vicious circle, you will lose yourself forever in the process. The woman you became because of him is not what you wanted for yourself.
"Querida! You need to repeat it. Unless you’re hesitating of course." You confidently took a step forward before murmuring, "Sergio Ramos Garcia, I don't ever want to see you again. I want you to leave me alone for good. I want you to act like I was dead. I'm begging you. Even since I started to mess around with you nothing good came out of it. Not a damn thing. So please do me a favor by just forgetting me. You never loved me and that's just fine. I just want you to be honest. All I truly want is to love and be loved. Since you can’t offer it to me,  set me free. This time, I’m more than serious." Despite, the variation of the tone in your voice, you tried your best to not cry in front of him. For the first time in a long time, Sergio felt confused. The way you spoke softly, did not cry or even got angry intrigued him. What if one of his worst fears was happening?
"I love you, querida." Once again, he tried to touch you, but you didn’t let him. In fact, you turned around and walked as fast as you could. If you still have some self respect and love, you shouldn't allow this man to be near you anymore. The faster you walked, the more you could hear him run after you, until he cut his foot with the pieces of porcelain on the floor. "Querida!" He groaned. "Come back." Hearing him swear and groan in pain should have changed your mind. Normally, you would have run to help him. This time you chose to save yourself, this man was the addiction you needed to get rid of. Waiting more time for whatever miracle was not an option anymore, not when you were that emotionally and mentally drained.
Seeing him in bed with another girl was the final straw for you. It felt like someone stabbed you in the heart. Tears fell on your cheeks as you drove away. Why couldn't you just let him go? Why did your heart want him so bad? The man told you himself, I'm not the one for you. Yet you kept your hopes high, thinking that you could change him or his true feelings for you.
The truth is that you could say a million times that you don't need him, but you do. Unfortunately, the sex sessions you had with him while cheating on your ex boyfriend morphed into a complete loss of control. An addiction, you would say, you knew he was toxic for you, but you still go for him all the time. Only he could provide the shot of adrenaline you needed.
Your mind started to play your entire story with Sergio. From the first time you met to the events of tonight. The last images broke your heart into pieces. Before you realised it, your tears completely blurred your vision as your mind wandered everywhere else except the road. You were so lost and far away in your thoughts that you did not pay attention to the car that recklessly drove at full speed. The flow of thoughts stopped for a few seconds, replaced by the memories you created with your loved ones: your mom, your father, your sister, and him. His lights completely blinded you, sparing you from the images of the inevitable shock. The speed at which he drove left little to no chance to avoid the collusion. You closed your eyes, anticipating the impactful shock. "Sergio." You whispered before the void, the nothingness, took place, accompanying you as you lay in your wrecked car on the side of the road.
To be continued…
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Muse (Part 4)
ROTTMNT Leo x GN/Rabbit Yokai!Reader
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Warnings: Fluff, Embarrassment, Aged-up Turtles
Synopsis: You've been visiting Run Of The Mill Pizza maybe a little too often just to see the blue clad turtle of your affections and draw him. You're pretty sure he hasn't noticed you at all, bad news for you, he has and he is far too curious about why you watch him.
A/N: Hey all, just letting you know I am so sorry It has been a while since I wrote anything for this fic. I’ve just been super busy and stressed from job hunting,  so I haven’t had the time and also just…. I haven’t been in the mindset to do anything but drink coffee and stay up way later than I should doing nothing but staring at a ceiling lol- but I digress. This is a repost from my old side blog since I wanted to make a main blog for this stuff. This is maybe going to be the second last chapter (that’s up for debate lmao). Now that all that is out of the way, shall we?
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Fidgeting nervously as you stop walking for what feels like the first time in hours, you pull your phone from your jacket pocket and click it on, going back and checking your last few messages with Leo.
Cobalt Blue: Hey, just a reminder, meet me at the brick store
Cobalt Blue: Shit, sorry, had voice to text on 🙄
You: THE BRICK STORE.
Cobalt Blue: Is that even a thing?
You: Does Home Hardware count?
Cobalt Blue: Donnie says no. I say yes.
You: Gotcha… Where am I meeting you then, if not the BRICK STORE.
Cobalt Blue: Central Park, the popcorn cart.
You: There’s a popcorn cart called Central Park? 🤔
You: I jest. I’ll meet you there.
Cobalt Blue: Awesome! 4:00?
You: Four o’clock.
Cobalt Blue: See you then!!!
Tucking your phone back away after you reconfirm the location you were meeting each other, you look around the area you’re in, wondering if you were close to the popcorn cart at all, giving the air a subtle sniff to see if you could even smell it, thankfully, due to your improved sense of smell, you catch the faintest hint of butter and fresh popcorn, swiftly heading in the direction it had come from.
Once you’re on the path, it doesn’t take too long to get there, and, as luck would have it, you got there before Leo did- or at least that was what you thought before you heard him offer a bemused chuckle to your right. Startled, you look over to the opposite side of the cart and blink in surprise at the turtle who is dressed in distressed black jeans with matching black undershirt that is form fitted to his torso and then to top it all off a fur lined brown leather jacket and a beanie. He looked… amazing. You could feel your fingers twitch with the desire to draw. You resist the urge to pull your sketchbook out of your messenger bag.
Leo beams at you and makes quick work of crossing over to where you were stood, dumbfounded. “What a pleasure it is for you to join me.” He offers teasingly, lightly nudging you with his elbow as a cocksure grin spreads across his face. “And only— twenty minutes late.” He tutted, completely pulling that number out of thin air, and yet you still nearly check your phone- the action causing his expression to become even more smug.
Instinctively, you punch him gently in the arm, rolling your eyes before offering him a faint smile. “It’s ten to four,  you ass.” You chuckle. “I’m punctual.” You insist. “And you’re a lot earlier than I thought you would be— I didn’t strike you for showing up early to things-“ You muse, noting how he had started walking already so you quickly catch up with him, intrigue painting your features since all you knew about this evening was that you were to meet here.
“I’m early when it’s important to me…” He offers nonchalantly, refusing to meet your eyes, even when you stop moving again, he simply stops and waits for you to catch up. When you do, he already has his bravado back up and that stupid smug grin again. “So, I was thinking, maybe we walk around here a bit, then go to the art exhibit? I hear they’re staying open later than usual today?” 
“Leo-“ you begin, stuck on him calling this important to himself. You furrow your brow, lightly brushing your hand over his shoulder. To get him to at least look at you. You hardly register that he is still listing off different things the two of you could be doing today. “Leo.” You try again, noting how he seems to only scramble for more things to list off.
“We could go try out the coffee at the new cafe that just opened up? Go to the art store? I’ll get you any one item you waaaant? Something in the hidden city- we could watch the Battle nexus? You know I won that with my dad once- we were up against Kraken Tom and the Evil Six. No? Yeah, I knew that wasn’t your thing… We could-“
This time you cut him off by walking in front of him, having had to do a quick jog to do so, and then you gently grasp him by his shoulders, forcing him to stay in place. He still refuses to look at you, his eyes locked on the ground between you both. Hesitating, you step a little closer, shifting your weight onto your toes so you can stand a little taller, nudging his face up with your hand so you can look at him. For the first time you see a nervous edge to him and even despite his efforts to keep his eyes from meeting yours, it’s inevitable. You swallow thickly, taking in a sharp breath. “What has gotten into you, Leo?” You inquire, tilting your head again. “I’ve never seen you get like this before- you’re usually “mister cool”.“ You try to explain, wondering just why it seemed like him calling this whole meet up “important” to him, seemed to be the catalyst for his suddenly jumpy behaviour.
Instead of explaining, he offers a weak chuckle. “Answer hazy, try back again later?” He offers the magic eight ball quote casually. The moment Leo sees you frown, he sighs. “Sorry.”
Shaking your head, you lightly brush your thumb along his cheek pausing when you see him lean into the action. You stop the simple motion and let him press his cheek firmly into your soft hand. “What did you mean when you said this was important to you? And why all of the jumpy behaviour?” You ask, noting that since you’ve stopped in the middle of the pathway there are people giving you annoyed looks. Taking that into account, you do your best to guide Leo with you onto the grass, trying not to break contact with him.
“I dunno.” He shrugs, trying instantly to force a smile. You respond with a serious expression and he instantly lets the expression drop as he pulls back and crosses his arms, taking a step away to try and centre himself for the conversation. It takes a moment, but soon he is facing you again. “Look, I just… really enjoy being around you- I can’t help it if I got excited and jumped the gun on showing up.” He offers, and, well, it wasn’t exactly the response you expected, nor did it entirely make sense, but it was close enough for now. “Aaaaand, I’m not being “jumpy” that’s your job. You’re the rabbit, here.” He sticks his tongue out.
Offering a light chuckle, you sigh. Clearly, you won’t be getting the real answer right now, but, to be fair you still had never answered his question about your sketchbook, though in the time you had gotten to know him, you were painfully aware of how observant he was, so the idea that he somehow DIDN’T know, and was just waiting for you to be open about it was almost hard to believe now. You still let yourself believe it though. “I’ll let it slide this time.” You muse, gently nuzzling your cheek against his shoulder in a lighthearted fashion. “Now, you said something about buying me “any one item” from the art store?” You reminded, smirking at the way his expression went from relief at you dropping the topic to instant surprise.
Chuckling timidly and rubbing the back of his neck, Leo gives you a crooked grin and murmurs, “IIIIIII didn’t think you were paying attention-“ blowing out a small breath of air, he shakes his head. “Art store it is?” He inquires, watching you with a gentle fondness as you carefully adjust how your ears are sitting under your own beanie- carefully drawn back to almost mimic medium length hair.
You link arms with him, allowing yourself to be cheerful about the evening ahead of you again, you hum in reply, having gotten your ears situated to your liking. “I think they actually closed a few minutes ago- if I’m remembering correctly. You can buy me a coffee though? You said a new cafe opened?” You muse, knowing full well the store hadn’t closed, but you would honestly rather sit with him drinking coffee over anything else right now. Just getting to sit and talk together would be nice.
Leo nods, already guiding you back onto the pathway to walk with him. “I can definitely do that, it’s not too far away actually-“
“Almost like you planned it.” You tease, casting him a playful look. “Or like you knew how much I love coffee and would never say no to getting some.” You add sweetly, batting your lashes up at him.
Laughing whole heartedly, Leo gently squeezes the arm you have locked with his and shakes his head. “Maybe the last option, I don’t normally plan things too far ahead- that’s Donnie’s whole shtik.” He muses, splaying his fingers out and wiggling them slightly to emphasize his words.  The moment you start giggling, he can’t help but lean towards you, using his free hand to gently squeeze the shoulder not pressed against his plastron as he chuckles along with you. He releases you pretty quickly, but it isn’t sudden, it’s more that he was satisfied with the length of the makeshift hug- plus the awkward position. “So are we playing guess the coffee?” He inquires.
“You bet your ass we are!”
The author isn’t good at writing walking exposition so time skip baybeeee
This was it. Your chance to stump Leo. Stepping up to the counter first while Leo stood off to the side so he couldn’t overhear you, (his order for you already in hand) you lock eyes with the barista who nearly backs up at the intensity of your gaze, having never experienced it’s intensity before like the employees at your favourite coffee shop normally had. “Medium hazelnut latte with a shot of vanilla and a shot of espresso.” You state as if it weren’t even a question.
The woman nods, dipping her head slightly as she attempts and succeeds to input your order before looking at you. “Anything else?” She inquires, voice a little too low for most people to hear, but for you it was easy.
“Yes, two cake pops. One strawberry, one chocolate.” You insist, watching her input that as well before she lists off the price and then instantly nudges the payment terminal over to you once you had pulled out your card to show it to her. You tap it against the chip reader and then fish out a five dollar bill, putting it into the tip jar for her with a calmer smile that seemingly throws her off. “Thank you!” You muse, accepting the order ticket as well as the  bag of cake pops she had promptly handed you before stepping to the side to wait for the drink.
You glance at where Leo is leaned up against a wall, and gave him a thumbs up which he returns enthusiastically. Turning your attention to your bag, you dug your hand into one of the front pouches and pull out a sharpie so that you can cross out what the order was on the sticker once you receive the coffee.
While you wait, you look around. The walls are decorated with a rich terracotta wallpaper, the floors a deep, almost chocolate brown, wood alternating parquet. There were potted plants strewn about the room, some hanging from the ceiling, others neatly decorating windowsills where enough light poured through to reach them. There were a few bookshelves that matched the colour of the floor and were set up to divide the space- they were filled with books and magazines. It was all in all a very cozy space and all you could think was that it would make the perfect place to come every morning and relax- maybe do some art studies.
“-order number 317?”
You glance at the ticket in your hand, snapping yourself out of your thoughts and then perk, walking over and thanking the person who had made the coffee before stepping aside and scratching out the order on the sticker and throwing out your receipt. Wandering over to Leo, you noticed he seemed to be doing what you had just moments before. “It’s really cozy in here. Great location, Leo.” You comment, nudging his hand gently to let him know you were ready to swap drinks.
Perking, Leo nods in agreement, gesturing to the nearest empty table which was settled near the back of the cafe, tucked into a corner next to the window. “We swap over there, that way you can put your stuff down and we can get comfy— wait, did you get us a snack too??” He inquires, tone drastically shifting to pure excitement by the end of his sentence.
You nod, letting him practically herd you to the table. You laugh, noticing some of the amused stares and chuckles you got from other patrons, deciding to humour them by shrugging and grinning. “He’s food motivated.” You offer playfully, earning a bit more laughter. “Like a puppy.” You hum, glancing at the turtle in question as you sit down in the chair he had pulled out for you.
“M’rabbit.” He offers, trying to sound suave, but grimacing almost immediately. “That doesn’t sound as flow-y as “m’lady” he mused, scrunching his face up in displeasure before backtracking to what you had offhandedly said, “the cutest puppy though.” He grins, sitting in the chair across from you and setting down the brown takeaway cup in front of you while you did the same with the one you had.
You nod sagely to his statement, noting how haphazardly he had scratched out what his order had been with a pen he had no doubt asked to borrow from the barista. “Something like that.” You muse with a half smirk, pulling out both cake pops with flare. “Chocolate or strawberry?” You offer, noting the way he seemed to contemplate before answering.
“Chocolate, of course.”
“Strawberry, got it.”
“Exactly. See? You get it.”
“Mhmm, I know you so well.”
Grinning, Leo accepts the chocolate cake pop you hold out to him, observing it for a moment before- in contrast to your own actions- shoving the whole thing into his mouth at once, and almost looking like he regretted that decision instantly.
Taking the time to eat yours calmly in two bites instead of one as your counterpart had done, you have less of a struggle. “You’re such a goober.” You claim, a fond note to your voice as you observe him trying to get the cake pop down. Deciding to be nice, you get up for a moment, walking to the counter where there is a self serve water jug, filling two glasses before returning, handing one over to Leo before you set yours down.
He drinks it almost immediately, the liquid helping to break down the snack and then he is gasping for air. “You are a life saver,” he insists, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. After a moment he murmurs something about being too warm, and slips his jacket off, laying it over the back of his chair. This, of course, leaves his muscular arms exposed for your viewing pleasure, not something he had considered, but its obvious that he notices your gaze lingering a little too long. He smirks. “Are you checking me out?” He inquires, playfully wiggling his brow before striking a few poses.
An instant laugh leaves you at his actions, though you can’t help but feel your face heat up from being caught red handed. “No! I just didn’t realize how ripped you are! It’s a little startling!” You muse, starting to play with one of your ears by running your hands down it to smooth the fur there. “I mean— I know you’re strong, you’d have to be to have beaten Kraken Tom and such, but it’s still a little startling.”
“So you heard EVERYTHING I was rambling earlier?!” He inquires in disbelief.
“I listen when it’s important.” You counter, noting the moment it takes for him to process what you had said and how you had somewhat turned his earlier words back on him. “And everything you say is important to me.” With that said, you pull the plastic splash pick from the opening of your cup and put it into the paper bag your cake pops had been in. Taking a moment to carefully swirl your coffee just in case it hadn’t been mixed properly (something you had dealt with from multiple coffee shops in the past) you focus your attention on finally trying the drink. Sipping tentatively at it for fear that it was still too hot, you took a moment to savour the flavour, setting the cup down again.
Leo watches you with a flushed face, your words still ringing in his tympani. He cast his gaze towards his own coffee, following suit in swirling it around to mix it and then removing the pick from his own cup and discarding it much the same as you had done with your own. He seems to think for a moment before speaking up with a more amused tone than you would have expected, “everything I say?” He inquires mischievously.
Pausing, you narrow your eyes at him, realizing you had perhaps made a mistake by saying that. 
“What about if I said applesauce belongs on dino nuggies?”
“I’m going to kick you.”
“Do it, coward. You won’t.”
Instantly you straightened in your seat, making direct eye contact with the slider as you gently kick him in the shin. Afterwards, you level your expression to a bemused and almost mocking grin. “What was that about me not doing it?” You chime in a sickeningly sweet tone.
The slider narrows his eyes back, watching you sip your drink and waiting for you to set it back down before he returns the gentle kick. “Ohoho, you’ve done it now.” He retorts with no malice at all behind his words.
It only takes a moment longer for the battle of gentle kicks to come to full effect and neither of you seem to care that your legs will be bruised after this. You’re having a little too much fun despite everything, but after a few minutes more, the kicks begin to stop, and without even realizing it, your actions become more gentle and more along the lines of playing footsies with each other, your foot brushing lightly over his ankle and his gently nudging you in return.
It’s only when you’ve been staring far too intently at each other, that you move to reign yourself in, face heating with a warm blush as you quickly cease your actions and sip your coffee again. “So- um… I definitely taste cinnamon in here-“ you begin, forcing yourself to focus on deciphering this instead of focusing on how absolutely smitten Leo looks.
Blinking himself out of his stupor, Leo clears his throat and stretches by rolling his shoulders before leaning back on the table, his arms crossed as he watched you. “Hmm? Oh- oh. Yeah. Cinnamon.” He nods, glancing down at his cup again before returning his gaze to you as he waits for you to decipher the drink.
“Cinnamon chai latte with whip?” You inquire, forcing your brain to stay on track. When did it get this hard to focus on anything but him? Seriously. You knew you liked him, but you needed to control yourself, lest you spring forward and kiss him right then and there.
Leo nods, humming in a way that seems somewhat forced and yet resolute. “I don’t get how you’re so good at this. How did you guess that? I didn’t think chai tea would be that obvious.” He asks, curiosity bubbling in him despite the obvious lack of focus he currently seems to have.
You shrug, resting your elbows on the wooden table top and twining your fingers together so that you can rest your chin on them. “I noticed the slight flavour of pepper and ginger— it has that sort of bite to it that lines up with chai.” You inform, pausing to chuckle slightly. “Also when you say “chai tea” you’re technically saying “tea tea”. Just a fun fact.”
Snorting in amusement, Leo stares at you in bewilderment. “I will never understand how you fit so much smarts into that head of yours.” He sips his own drink momentarily, looking contemplative before quickly speaking again. “So you’d just call it chai then?” He inquired, watching you nod to confirm before he is sampling his drink again. “Tastes a bit nutty- so thinking about the kinds they normally use to make drinks…. Hazelnut?”
“Mhmmm-“ You hum openly, inviting him to continue his train of thought.
He takes another sip, really trying to get a feel for it, even closing his eyes as he does. “I’m also getting—“ He brings the cup to his nose and gives it a few sniffs. “Vanilla?” He looks to you for confirmation, and once he has it he gets right back to work.  “Hazelnut and vanilla… mhmm. M’kay. M’kay- espresso-?” Leo is incredibly focused, and the expression he makes while trying to figure it out is so cute you almost cave and pull your sketchbook out to draw it, but you hold yourself back as he finally seems to come to a conclusion. “Hazelnut latte with espresso and vanilla?”
You smile gently and clap for him. “You got it!” The confirmation causes him to light up as he opens his eyes again, locking gazes with you as one of his hands reaches out and firmly squeezes yours for a second before he pulls it back.
After the game is over, you both fall into comfortable silence with each other, both of you leaving one hand on the table in silent invitation to the other as you pick your different methods of filling up time when you’re not quietly chatting.
Leo surfs his phone, you take to absently drawing on your napkin with a pen you had fished out of your bag, not wanting to risk using your sketchbook here and now. It’s calm, relaxing, and you can’t help but smile every time the slider gets excited over something he sees and quickly shows you it.
It’s during one of those moments when he rests his hand over your free one to get your attention, that he notices that you’re drawing a little picture of him and things start fully connecting in his head, but he says nothing, focusing on the task at hand and redirecting his gaze to your face just in time to catch you looking at him inquisitively. “Did you know there’s a breed of goat that faint whenever they hear a loud noise? Just-“ he makes a big open gesture with his arms, breaking contact with you as he speaks, “-BAM! Goat down!” He grins.
Smiling instantly, you can’t help but chuckle at his theatrics. “I didn’t know that, that’s pretty funny though. Is there a video?” You inquire, tilting your head and then nearly squeaking in surprise at the sudden speed he uses to get up and stand directly beside you. You nearly miss the way he excitedly mumbles something about being “so glad you asked”.
The moment he is properly situated behind you, he rests his head on your shoulder and slips his arms around you so he can hold his phone on the table in front of you both. You don’t mention how you could hold the phone for him, too caught up in his warmth. He glides his thumb across the screen, hunting down what you assume is the video at the top of the article, and then once he has it, he clicks play.
The video is short, less than a minute long but it shows a man clapping and the goat fainting which causes the both of you to laugh at first, and then the questions start springing forth.
“Do you think it hurts them to faint like that?” You begin. “What causes it to happen?” You ask, leaning yourself back against Leo’s plastron until he finally pulls away, presumably to pull up the information you’re looking for. He doesn’t move far, just sort of adjusts his position so he can easily lean against your chair with one hand and hold his phone in the other, typing the question in quickly.
After a moment of waiting for the results to load, he hums and starts reading, “the Tennessee fainting goat breed has a hereditary condition called myotonia congenita—“ he begins, grumbling to himself a bit as he tries to focus on reading the sentence before finally shaking his head and handing you the phone so you can read it. “I keep wanting to read the same thing over and over-“
You nod in understanding, taking his phone carefully as he settles back in behind you, this time using your head as a chin rest. “The Tennessee fainting goat breed has a hereditary condition called myotonia congenita, a disorder that affects the skeletal muscles, which are used for movement.” You read calmly, pausing to frown and click something else related to that. “Many people wonder if it hurts the goat to faint, but rest assured, they’re not in pain. However their condition does have the potential to distress them because it can keep them from running away from things that frighten them. So avoid frightening them just to see them faint.” By the time you’re done reading, the both of you are frowning. “I feel like an asshole for laughing now-“
Leo nods in agreement. “Yeah… but, I mean- If it helps, we had no idea until we looked it up. In reality the guy that made the video is the asshole.”
You hum in response, still frowning. Leo pockets his phone and then brings you into a big hug and almost instantly you’re filled with a sense of comfort and calming. You find yourself leaning back into him heavily, just like earlier. “Thanks.” You mumble.
Leo nods, giving you one more big squeeze before he moves to sit back down. “Anything for you.” He replies without missing a beat, polishing his coffee off before resting his hand on yours again to still provide reassurance.
“Cheeseball.” You reply lightheartedly, turning your hand to softly squeeze his in response.
Leo smiles and dips his head in half bow, quickly glancing up at you. “The cheesiest.” He insists, thumb tracing gentle patterns over your knuckles. Pausing, the slider frowns, his phone beginning to buzz. Glancing down at the device with disdain, he checks the caller ID and sighs, giving you an apologetic look only for you to shake your head and gesture for him to answer it, assuming it’s probably one of his siblings.
He frowns a bit more, but gives in and nods, picking his phone up and answering the call, stepping away somewhat before he starts talking.
You can’t help but listen in after a few minutes, having noticed the exasperated l pinch to Leo’s face as he talks to whoever it was. You feel a little guilty, but you chalk your nosiness up to concern about his emotional wellbeing.
“Guys, I told you not to call me right now-“ he grunts, rolling his eyes as he listens in on what the person- or persons? Are saying in response. “No- you know  said today was important— No! I wasn’t joking. UGH. Raph- Raph, no.”
Quirking your brow ridge slightly, you can’t help but wish your hearing was better so you could have an even better grasp on this conversation— even if you know it’s probably not good to be listening in, in the first place. You try and distract yourself, going back to sketching to keep your attention in a more respectful place of not eavesdropping.
After a few minutes more, Leo comes back to the table and sits down again, grumbling as he sets his phone down after presumably putting it on ‘Do Not Disturb’. “Sorry about that- my brother’s forgot that I was going out tot day and were freaking out— and then they wouldn’t hang up.” He muses, noting that you were doodling again, this time around, though, he leans forward to get a good look. “Who are you drawing?” He inquires, still trying to get a better look.
Shaking your head, you let out a calm hum, nudging the napkin over to him so he can see. “Sounds like a chaotic time. I’m sure they were just worried though.” You muse, resting a hand under your chin as the calm washes over you again. “Just some characters I’ve been thinking up- silly really.” You shrug, finishing your coffee as you watch him pour over the drawings.
“Yeah, I know they were just worrying, but I wish they would listen when I tell them things sometimes- I mean… seriously… It’s not like I didn’t tell them I was going out. I did! Three times!” He huffs, getting frustrated for a moment before he shakes his head and dispels that energy, choosing to focus on what you had said about the drawing. “You thought these up? They’re so cute. They look like they could be in a children’s book.” He insists, tracing his fingers over one of the designs.
Sensing the first conversation wouldn’t be going anywhere further, you mostly set it aside, but not before saying gently, “I mean, you did say you guys never usually go too many places without each other, maybe they just assumed you hadn’t because they didn’t I don’t know- I can’t really speak for them since I don’t know much about them.” You chew the inside of your cheek gently, leg bouncing. “Anyway though— umm… yeah I actually want to make kids books, still in the starting part though.”
He nods, running a hand over his face, nearly shifting the blue eye mask out of place. “You’ve got a point, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.” He pouts, tapping his fingers on the table. “So, you should tell me about the book idea you have.” He points out, stretching his hand across the table to take your hand in his own again.
Biting your lip, you try and reign your thoughts in, looking at the tabletop for the time being until you begin to speak again, telling him all about your idea in as much detail as you can, though, for the moment, you mostly have details about the characters, and you can just tell by the look on Leo’s face that he is enthralled and enamoured with the idea which makes you feel a lot more confident about sharing this with him. You had been working on this for forever at this point and had never actually shared it with anyone. 
By the time you’re done speaking, Leo is practically bouncing. “I love the characters, especially Leaf! He’s so precious— and his favourite thing being stamp collecting?? It’s such a nerdy hobby, but its really cute to think about a leaf having a stamp collection! What if Shooting Star got him stamps from space!?” He gushes, visibly bouncing in his seat— it was almost like he was vibrating.
Giggling in response, you shake your head, smiling fondly and briefly glancing to the side at one of the potted plants by the counter in thought before you returned your gaze to the turtle. “I’m glad you enjoy it so far.” You begin, “maybe you’d want to help me with it a bit— you know, go over what I have eventually? I think any input you could give me would be really helpful.”
Leo blinks in surprise and then gets flustered, chuckling as he looks out the window at the people passing by. “I don’t know if I would be much help— art is more my brother Mikey’s thing, you know?” He admits. “But. I’m happy to look at everything!”
You roll your eyes and squeeze his hand gently. “I think you’d give me great advice, even if it’s not your strength, I mean just letting me know if you like it helps, or mentioning if something looks like it should be different- even if you don’t know what it is.” Tracing a small heart into the back of his hand absently, you shrug. “-but if you’re honestly not comfortable with that, I won’t force you.”
Mulling it over, he hums and returns the gentle gesture of squeezing your hand. “I mean, I guess I could, I mean the idea of being the only person looking it over is pretty cool!”
You’re about to speak when he suddenly nods and chimes in again.
“Yeah, you know what. I’ll do it. If it would make you happy, I’ll do it.”
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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU
Summary: Modern AU, friends to lovers, it’s very distracting when a Bridgerton becomes a triathlete…
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Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, dirty talk, exhibitionism, masturbation, oral sex (m to f), smidge of intercrural sex, vaginal sex. Lots of Benedict skin in a tiny towel, yes that needs a warning label.
Word Count: 6.3k (oops)
Authors note: This is a birthday request fill for @chaoticcalzoneranchsports. Request in essence is a Modern AU Benedict entering a triathlon and becoming a total menace to reader’s hormones lol. I hope you enjoy this wonderful human, sorry it’s a little late <3. FYI, this might be the most teasing modern Ben ever invented and all responsibility for this fall squarely on them not me hahah. This could be the first in a TRI-logy of triathlon Ben fics. Oh and there is a recurring theme of 3s (and multiples of) in this fic, TRIathlon etc., cos I think I’m so clever. (I’m not.). Thanks as always to my beta @makaylan :)
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“A triathlon?” Your laugh is interrupted by a hiccup, “are you serious?”
“Yes,” he throws his hands up to emphasise his point and knocks over his beer, “…whoops.” The delayed, muted reaction to the spill all over his jeans tells you everything about how inebriated he also is.
“Gonna need better coordination than that, especially on the bike part,” you quip, patting his shoulder, part in sympathy, part to steady yourself before wandering to get a towel from the barman. Luckily this is your local; they’ll take pity on you and your drunken friend.
-30 minutes later-
“Ssss fa charityyy,” he slurs as you wander down the street half an hour later.
“What is?” You’re currently staring at a weird-looking patch on your coat. What is that? Beer? Dammit Ben
“Triathlon,” he says emphatically, looking at you, disbelieving that you aren’t following his apparent internal monologue.
“Lovely,” you answer, distracted.
“Be more supportive,” he whines and grabs your shoulders shaking you gently, “I’ve only got six months to get into shape,” he says, miming pumping some iron.
“Fine. I’ll sponsor you, hmm, three hundred million pounds,” you reply, kicking a stray kebab shop chip into the gutter.
“I’ll hold you to that,” he challenges, “better empty all those offshore accounts.”
“Naaah, I keep that kind of chump change in my knickers drawer,” you counter with a giggle.
“Well, I know where I’m looking next time we need money for pizza,” he cackles triumphantly.
“Keep your hands out of my knickers,” you protest, only realising how it sounds after it’s been spoken.
He raises an eyebrow at that, but in his drunken state, it’s more Donkey from Shrek than James Bond.
You just shrug. What does he want with your knickers anyway? 
-6 weeks later-
“What are you doing?”
“Shopping online,” he says idly, looking up from his phone as you hand him the carton of popcorn and take your seat next to him, “need new clothes.”
“I haven’t seen you in a new item of clothing in more than two years, Ben. Why change the habit of a lifetime?”
“They don’t fit anymore,” he shrugs, “need some new t-shirts.”
You just frown; it doesn’t look like he’s put on weight lately. Difficult to tell in winter, with all the layers. If anything, his jawline is even more defined recently than before, definitely growing into his looks.
“Switch that off,” you grouse, waving at his phone, “the film is starting.”
“Fine,” he sighs. “Luckily, I can have this on my eating regime,” he happily stuffs a large handful into his mouth, shooting you a goofy popcorn-filled grin.
Eating regime?
-3 weeks later-
“What is that noise?” You frown into your phone, putting down your buttering knife. 
“Oh, it’s the music, I guess,” he responds, sounding a little winded.
“Wait… where are you?”
“The gym.”
You snort. “C'mon, seriously, it’s Saturday morning. Don’t lie; you just haven’t made it home yet from a night out, right?” You take a bite of your breakfast.
“No,” he says slowly, as if explaining to a child, “I’m at the gym.”
“Wait… really?” You have to brush away the toast crumbs you spit out onto your pyjamas at that one.
“Yeah,” you can hear the confusion in his voice, “did you forget? Triathlon? You’re sponsoring me the GDP of a small nation, remember?”
“Hah,” you exhale, “really didn’t think that would stick.”
“Well, it is, I mean, I hate it here, but it is,” you can hear his breathing is a little heavy, making your stomach feel funny, being right in your ear like that. “So what did you want?”
“Hmmm,” you respond, distracted by his low voice.
“…You called me?” He prompts.
“Ohhh… was just curious if you want to hang out later. Pizza and a movie?”
“Yes, to a movie. Sadly, no to pizza. Despite the promise of raiding your knickers.” He gusts a laugh.
Your gasp is audible. “What?” 
“You…. You, joked that night? Remember? Keeping your money in your knickers drawer?” He sounds embarrassed.
“Oh yeah, sorry… too early for me,” you attempt to laugh it off. “I’m sorry, but what are you actually doing? Cos, you sound in pain, frankly.”
“Bike. I’m on kilometre 33” he sounds proud; bless him. To be fair, that’s quite an achievement for 9 am.
“Wow,” you look at your cup of tea and plate of toast and feel very lazy, “Well, see you later? 6ish?”
“I’ll be there,” he pants.
You have to hang up. That breathing and his slightly gravelly voice when he kept saying knickers is a bit too much.
-3 weeks later-
You’re out at a Thai restaurant, and he’s eating the spiciest soup ever, based on the sweat beading on his brow, at least.
“Why the hell did you order it at level 3?” you question, “you know that’s crazy hot.”
“Spice is good,” he counters, “revs up the metabolism.” 
“You look like you’re suffering.”
“All for a good cause,” he shrugs, “but might need to take off the woolly jumper.”
You curl some pad Thai noodles onto your fork and idly watch him fight off his thick fuzzy top.
Oh.
Underneath, he’s wearing a white t-shirt. You are taken aback by how filled it looks. And his arms? Why is there so much definition? You find yourself staring without even realising it. He wasn’t kidding about those gym visits—clearly.
A noodle unceremoniously plops back into your plate, splattering tamarind sauce onto your jumper and hand.
“Shit!” you busy yourself attempting to remove the stain with your paper napkin but glance up to see him looking at you with a smirk on his face. “What?” Your voice is a touch defensive.
“Nothing,” he singsongs, “just didn’t think you that type, you know?”
“What type?” You’re not looking at him again, pawing at the sweater, hoping it won’t stain.
“A perv,” he breezes
“Excuse me?!?” Your head shoots up.
“You heard me,” he answers, “you have no leg to stand on. You literally dropped your dinner staring at my body.”
You squirm in discomfort,  “I was simply taken aback, that's all,” again too defensive. “Gym seems to be paying off,” you add, aiming for nonchalant.
“Based on your reaction? Yes, I’d say so,” he chuckles.
“Eat your bloody fire soup, Popeye,” you grouse, knowing your cheeks are blushing; he just laughs louder.
-6 weeks later-
You walk down his street peeling off your jacket; so glad Spring weather is finally here. He said to come over at 7 pm for film time. You’re a little early; the bus was on time for once. It’s only 6:30 pm, but you figure he won’t mind, especially as you’re clutching a bottle of his favourite wine.
His building door is wedged open by someone moving their stuff out, so you just skip in and take the lift to his floor. He won’t mind you just knocking on his front door; you’ve been friends for so long and visit each other so much that you really should just exchange keys.
You knock casually on the door, checking your hair quickly in the gleaming ‘603’ of his door plate.
There’s a longish delay, then a “Who is it?” His voice sounds far from the door.
“Who do you think, Sherlock?” you laugh back.
“You’re early.” He says, a little harried-sounding.
“Let me in,” you grumble.
“Fine, but beware.” That sounds like a strangely ominous warning. 
Then the door sweeps open. And you forget quite how to breathe.
The first thing you notice—acres of toned skin. Dripping wet. You've obviously interrupted his shower. A towel is slung low on his hips, a little trail of glistening hair from his belly button (god, it was made for a tongue) down into the towel. Otherwise not much body hair, just lean muscles everywhere. A quiet ridiculous iliac furrow and flat washboard stomach sweeping up to a surprisingly well-toned chest. Not huge pecs but lean, toned. Broad, muscular shoulders. Exactly how a triathlete would look. As your eyes sweep down again, there’s an outline of something against the towel you definitely shouldn’t be looking at. 
“Why not just take a photo? It will last longer,” he teases quietly, with a raised eyebrow.
“Bloody hell Ben,” is all you can say, finally looking at his face.
“Better come inside. Can’t have you glitching in the corridor.”
He steps aside with a smirk and gestures you in. You walk almost on autopilot, silently handing him the wine as you pass and catching a whiff of delightful woodsy clean shower gel as he closes the door behind you.
“I can’t be drinking at the moment, but thank you,” he says quietly, placing the wine on the hallway table.
“I’m sorry I’m early,” you find your voice, “I should have buzzed, but the door was wedged open downstairs, so I just came up.” You know you are rambling slightly, not quite wanting to look at him again. 
He smirks as you go to sit in his living room still on autopilot, and he follows, leaning in the doorway to his spare room opposite you, a pull-up bar above his head. 
“Please, go finish your shower, get dressed,” you encourage, taking off your shoes as you usually do when you get comfy on his sofa.
“Oh, I’m done,” he assures. “Just didn’t get around to drying yet, but that’s ok. I can air dry, always nice after I get back from the gym,” he says drolly and reaches up to loop an arm around the pull-up bar, the other hip dropping slightly. He’s deliberately showing off now, goading, teasing you. “Sometimes I don’t even bother to get dressed again, just go to bed naked; feels good after a workout.”
Well, that's a thought your traitorous brain didn't need. Your mind is a jumble of inappropriate thoughts of him naked as you watch his torso as he gestures, fascinated by the movements, the play of supple damp skin over lean muscle. Wondering what it would feel like under your fingertips, your lips, or your skin as he presses you into the mattress. The last lingering thoughts seem to coalesce into the strange question of contemplating what he might do if you walked over and ran your tongue over him right now.
“...Y/n?…” he’s looking at you expectantly. 
It’s patently obvious he has asked you a question, and you have utterly zoned out, your focus purely on his body and what you want to do to it, to him.
“Did you hear a word I said?” He asks teasingly.
“Sorry, I…” you feel embarrassed. 
“How long?” 
“How long what?”
“How long since you last had sex?” he smirks.
You inhale sharply. “That’s none of your business.”
“One, you are my friend; you can tell me.” A finger around the pull-up bar extends out as he counts the reasons with his fingers. “Two, you are looking at me like a hungry man looks at a triple-stacked burger.” Another finger. “And three, I can help with that,” he shrugs as the third finger unfurls.
Your eyes fly to his face, lips parting in shock. Did he just… proposition you?
“So I ask again… how long?” His voice is pitched low, the feel of it almost buzzing around your ribcage even at a distance.
“Six months,” you exhale, looking down at the ground, your mind flashing back to your last drunken awful one-night stand.
“My god,” he sounds genuinely shocked.
“I know,” you lament, still staring at the wooden floor, “I swore off one-night stands after one too many disappointments, and I haven’t met anyone since, so…” it’s your turn to shrug as your sentence trails off.
“Stand up.” His voice takes on a tone you’ve never heard before, and you’re on your feet before you quite register what’s happened.
Feeling nervous, you start rambling, “I suppose I should be more active in the dating apps, maybe? But I just find them so artificial, and honestly, I’d prefer a random bar meeting than this weird swipe-right culture. I feel like a dating dinosaur for saying that, but….”
“Y/n,” his timbre is velvety.
“Yes,” your response is soft, almost silent.
“Shut up.”
He prowls over to you with a look in his eye you have never seen before; it’s dangerous. Is this what Ben is like to all the people he sleeps with, you wonder? It’s very different from the friend you know and, yes, love. Platonically. Or at least you think it’s just that. Right now, you are honestly not sure.
He stops in front of you, his eyes glittering. “I’ve thought about you,” his voice is silky, pitched low. “What it might be like to cross that invisible line, to give in to temptation.” 
Your breath is uneven now, your pulse speeding up as your good friend messes with every sense in your body. His smell is intoxicating; you can feel the shower warmth radiating off him. You daren't meet his gaze; he is too close. You keep your eyes cast down slightly, staring at the constellation of tempting freckles smattered across his breastbone. 
“Look at me,” he orders quietly, two fingers curling under your chin and pushing your face up to look at his. Fuck, he is devastatingly handsome, so close-up. All cheekbones and hazy eyes. Rivulets of water from his freshly washed curls running down his neck, pooling above his clavicle and in his suprasternal notch. Your tongue almost feels heavy. Desperate to track the journey of those droplets.
“I can’t even see the colour of your eyes anymore,” he rumbles, “your pupils are blown so wide.” He moves the fingers from your chin, trailing them up to run over your lips. “Your lips look almost wine-stained, so flushed. God y/n, you look devastating when you’re aroused.” 
You are shocked you are still standing. Who does this? Many men would just have stuck their tongue into your mouth by now. Not this tease; he is determined to ruin you. Slowly. He drops the hand from your face, but your knees feel strangely jelly-like as he leans his whole body closer, ghosting a breath over your cheek.
“No perfume today, hmm,” he murmurs, “just you and your tempting smell. You have no idea how good you smell without it, just a touch of body wash and a lot of,” he takes a deep inhale, “...you.” 
How can one syllable be so devastating?
“Ben,” a single word escapes your lips.
“What?” The ‘t’ is a staccato against the shell of your ear.
“What’s happening here?” Your whisper is a little desperate. 
“Whatever you want to happen,” he replies, his voice right against your cheek, “six months is too long for anyone, but especially someone as special as you.” He opines, and a single finger draws a line down the skin of your sternum to the first button of your shirt. “I’m counting to three; then I’m undoing this button,” he murmurs. “You have until then to get away from me, and we can just pretend this never happened.” 
“One….” You inhale and stay very still.
“Two…” The tension is palpable as you pull back slightly and meet his molten gaze.
“Three…” His deft fingers flick open the button as his lips hover over yours but never touch.
This is the Benedict Bridgerton you’ve heard rumours about, the one you’ve listened to women whispering about in the bathroom at parties that you could never quite fathom or reconcile to the goofy friend you’ve always known. It’s like he’s hidden a part of himself from you and only now is revealing it—this devilish, devastating seducer. 
“Ben,” you stutter, feeling the warmth of his fingertips trace gently over your skin to the following button, feeling his breath on your lips. 
“Yes?” you feel the word as much as you hear it.
“Kiss me,” he has you begging.
His lips finally capture yours, but it is still just a tease. Surging forward, then pulling back, goading you with just a glimpse of opened lips, a peek of what his tongue is offering. He wants you to take from him; you’re not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. 
As his fingers find the next shirt button, you throw your arms around his neck and dive in. Trapping his hand between your bodies. The dewy, dampness of his showered skin seeps into your cotton shirt as you press against him and run your tongue into his mouth, grabbing a fist full of his hair and growling slightly into him.
“Oh, there it is,” he teases into your open mouth, “the wild thing hiding under this witty, intelligent exterior. I just knew it.” 
His touch of arrogance should be off-putting, but he’s being so complimentary with it, it’s just plain hot. You make a desperate noise in the back of your throat and smash his lips back to yours, this time goading him to plunder your mouth. Another button pops undone under his fingers as you surge against him, feeling something hot and insistent pressing through the thin towel and the waistband of your jeans.
He is down to the last button now. He flicks it loose and then tugs the shirt down over your shoulders but doesn’t pull it off completely, just leaves it there, trapping your arms in the sleeves taunt, slightly behind you.
He moves to run his nose over your cheek, “I know all your secrets. I’ve watched you so closely over the years. What makes you bite your lip, squirm in your seat.” His lips tease against your jaw as he keeps talking. “I’ve seen your gaze linger on people making out. You couldn’t look away from that couple fucking in the Barbican stairwell.” His mouth is on your neck now, a hot slide of kisses. “I’ll never forget the look on your face. I could tell how much you craved it. It took all my strength not to throw you against the wall and take you right then. But no, I chose to remember it. So that one day I could tell you what I know for certain. You love to watch and be watched, don’t you?” His voice should be illegal. 
You breathe heavily, slightly ashamed he can read you like a book, as he holds you steady, arms still ensnared. 
“I’ll fuck you against the window,” his tone sinful against your ear, “that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it? To have the whole neighbourhood watch you.”
You don’t have to say anything; he knows the answer from your reaction. Your body quivers as he yanks the shirt off, tosses it away, and then takes a step back. The obvious tent under his towel makes you bite your lip hard. He looks like the definition of sin.
“Come with me.” He pulls you by the hands, walking backwards, and you follow, your eyes on him the entire time. Nipples pebbled hard, and underwear flooded. He stops before his floor-to-ceiling window and whirls around, crowding into your back. 
“Take. It. Off.” Each word is a sentence.
“What?” You don’t even hide the panting in your voice.
“Everything,” he exhales, “every last stitch you are wearing. Strip right here.”
Your hands move to your jeans as you shakily exhale and unzip. You are so relieved you wore matching lingerie today. Perhaps subconsciously, you did so on the off chance of this outcome.  Large hands land on your hips and assist the push of denim until it hits the floor, and you flick it away with your foot. You are just in underwear now.
His hands sweep over your torso, the slight callouses he has developed from the bike snagging on your skin as he nuzzles your cheek. His lips find yours in another heady, passionate kiss. As your tongues dance, his hands cup both breasts. He teases your nipples with swipes of his thumb over your bra. 
Longing to feel those fingers on your flesh, you push each bra strap down until they hang loose. 
“Unhook me,” you whisper and a hand trails around and plucks open the clasp effortlessly.  
You peel away the bra and throw it aside, feeling his heated gaze slide down your skin over your shoulder. 
“So perfect,” he whispers; his fingertips are so warm and teasing on your nipples. 
You moan and curve your chest out, chasing his touch, causing your bum to push back against his cock. 
“Look at you,” he growls, “look at yourself in the window.”
You gaze forward, and in the reflection, you see a wanton tableau of your breasts trapped in his large hands, his body pressed against yours from behind. 
“Fuck, Ben,” you whisper and stare, hypnotised as you slowly undulate your hips. Watching your body move sinfully against his as he groans.
“Yesss,” he hisses in encouragement, pushing against you, just his towel and your underwear separating your bodies as you move slowly in unison.
“I believe I told you to take everything off,” he rasps, grabbing your hips and running fingers over your underwear.
“You do it,” you murmur back challengingly. 
“Oh, that's how you want to play, is it?” His voice is low and dangerous. “Fine”. He walks you forward. “Put your hands on the window,” he commands. 
You do so; the cold of the glass contrasts with the heat of his hands on your body. A thrill runs down your spine at the thought of someone in the surrounding windows, maybe a few people, watching this happen.
Ben’s hands hook into the fabric at your hips, and he inches the material lower as he leans over your back. Warm lips press against your upper spine between your shoulder blades, and you groan as he runs his tongue down your back as his hands push the underwear down your legs. He’s crouching behind you now as he kisses the swell of your bottom, his hands throwing aside your underwear. 
“Open your legs wider,” he orders softly, and you stutter a breath, feeling one of his hands sweep up your inside leg and quests against your mound. You gasp his name. He chuckles richly and finds your clit, nudging it lightly with a fingertip, making you cry out and clench down.
“You have no idea how much you’ve driven me crazy over the years, do you?” he groans, his mouth open against your butt cheek, lightly grazing your skin with his teeth, fingers teasing in little circles. “Being my wonderful sweet friend when all I’ve ever felt is guilt about what I truly wanted. To bury myself between your legs,” he inhales lewdly. “Your bewitching smell drives me insane. Jesus Christ, y/n, you have no idea how many times I've taken myself in hand after spending time with you, desperate for you. How long I’ve waited for you to see me the way I see you.”
You crest a moan, unbidden, incapable of words, as he soliloquises his adoration for you in filthy precise detail. You had no idea this is how he feels; the thought he has come multiple times fantasising about you is something you can't comprehend, but you want to hear about it. You want him to tell you in precise detail about every time he has fucked his hand and thought about you.
“Tell me about it,” you blurt out before you can censor it.
“What?” he teases, his fingers circling your clit slowly, his lips kissing across to your other cheek.
“Touching yourself,” you squeak timidly, knowing you are blushing.
He stands up suddenly and spins you around to face him, the glass cool against your shoulder blades as he shoots you a molten look.
“Why don't I show you?” he whispers, and your eyes fall to the towel as it drops away under a flick of his hand.
Oh, Ben.
Nestled in a neat patch of trimmed hair is the nicest cock you've seen in a long time. Not so big as to be scary, but just delicious looking, more than a handful, and you are suddenly so utterly mindless for him to fuck you. Instead, he takes his cock in hand and leans close to you, not touching but millimetres apart. He makes a noise in the back of his throat that makes your breath hitch as his hand begins to move up and down, squeezing his shaft; a little bead appears at the head that your tongue longs to taste.
“Y/n,” he moans, his voice so resonant it vibrates through your very being, settling into a pulse between your legs as you feel a trickle of moisture escape and run down your skin.
“Ben,” you stutter.
“Y/n,” he repeats, moving his hand faster, his gaze piercing yours.
You rub your slick thighs together and bite your lip, hands flexing against the glass, nervous to touch him and break this heady spell.
“Please…” you plead quietly, “please fuck me.”
“God, I love it when you beg,” he groans and releases his cock, grabbing your hands and pulling them above your head, your watch tinking against the glass as his fingers sink between yours and he leans his whole body against you. The head of his cock slides hot against your belly button.
“Please,” you repeat as he thrusts slowly against your body.
“Not yet,” he murmurs, “I want you so mindless for me that you are shaking.”
No one has ever teased you like this. It's maddening. 
“Now, where was I, hmm?” his voice a light teasing thing as he sinks to his knees right in front of you, still holding your hands, placing them on his head before pulling your left leg over his shoulder. “I think I was just about to…” he stops mid-sentence and buries his face between your legs, the stubble on his jaw rasps against your inner thighs as his tongue delves into you, his nose bumping your clit. 
He growls right into your cunt as you cry out, and your hands flex on instinct, pulling on his hair, nails scraping his scalp. 
“Watch me,” he orders, and you make searing eye contact as he moves to suck hard against your clit, tongue rolling in surging waves, making your knees want to buckle. He senses it and grabs your hips, pushing you back against the glass. 
You keep your eyes on him, but your thoughts flit to whether someone is out there amongst all those other windows watching this. Him on his knees, face embedded between your legs, as you lean your back against the glass but thrust your hips forward, gyrating and riding his tongue. Making the neediest sounds, chasing your high with no thought to anything but this and now and oh god, yes. He is relentless, thorough and certainly the most enthusiastic you've had in ages, possibly ever. Talking filth right against your sodden flesh - about how good you taste, how much he has dreamed about this, how he can’t get enough and pleading with you to give him more noises and cries and everything. Lashing you with his tongue. But it’s when he moves a hand, slides two fingers inside you, and instantly finds your weak spot that you scream his name. 
“There it is,” he grunts and pushes you quickly towards the edge; no one has been quite this dedicated to ensuring you come intensely. Your legs start to shake, and he has to bear some of your weight on his shoulder as you lose coordination, the invisible string holding your body tight snapping, your nerve endings on fire, your vision whiting out, yelling and crying and convulsing against him. You breathe in heavy, sharp inhales as he gently kisses your folds and holds you up. The cooling glass is a wonderful balm against your heated flesh.
“Holy fuck Ben,” you exhale shakily as you finally find your voice.
“How do you feel?” he gloats quietly, tenderly placing your foot back on the ground with a quick squeeze of your ankle and a kiss on your knee.
“Shaky and amazing,” you answer honestly, closing your eyes and swallowing hard.
“Good,” is the silky reply as he gets to his feet in one swift motion and leans into you again, his cock searing against the dewy skin of your belly, and he grabs your face. “Now, where would you like me to fuck you? I can do it anywhere you want. You want right here? The table? The couch? The bed?” As he lists each spot, he softly kisses your cheeks, ears, forehead, and even lightly on your eyelids. 
“All of them,” you exhale.
“I’m not sure I have quite that much stamina,” he chuckles “you are so very…” he presses hard against you, his cock trailing moisture onto your skin as you gasp “...intoxicating.”
“I don't mean tonight, Ben,” then you get a sudden swooping feeling in your gut at your assumptions. “Wait, is this just a one-night thing?” your voice wavering, failing at the neutrality you hoped for.
“I just told you I have come fantasising about you for five years, and you think I'm letting you go after one night?” he gusts a laugh, fingers tracing delicately over your lips and cheeks.
“Five years?” you twist your mouth into a little playful pout, your confidence surging at his reply.
“Yes, you little tease,” he smiles, that crooked smile that always gives you butterflies. “Now answer the damn question before I go get a damn condom.”
You make a show of looking over his shoulder as if assessing your options, and he chuckles again, stooping his hips a little and sliding his cock between your thighs instead.
“Ohhhh,” you stutter, eyes fluttering closed and hands flexing against his back.
He thrusts lightly between your thighs, and on instinct, you close your legs a little, giving him more friction, the movement easy from your skin still soaked from the orgasm he gave you.
“You don't need to get a condom Ben,” you say quietly, “I trust you are clean, and I'm protected.”
He stills his movement and cups your face tenderly, “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” you nod, then smile with a flirtatious edge and move to whisper against his ear, “I want to feel all of you.” He makes a noise that has you buck against him, sliding his cock between your thighs again. The motion glances again at your clit, and you raggedly inhale. Oh god, you could just do this all night.
“C'mon y/n,” he teases, rocking gently, “pick somewhere before I just slide right into you here.”
You raise an eyebrow at him, and he mirrors the expression.
“Oh, you asked for this,” he gloats and stuns you by picking you up, wrapping your legs over his slim waist and sliding right into you, pulling you down onto his cock in one visceral, swift, plunging motion.
“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk…..” you cry out, breath stolen, feeling so very invaded in the best possible sense. His cock holding you open, a sold hot weight deep inside. 
Oh, god, yes. This.
He holds still for so long that you pull his face from its spot, buried in your neck and nudge him to meet your gaze.
“Ben, are you ok?”
“More than ok,” his voice is rough. “You feel amazing; I… I need a moment before I can move; it’s been a long time since I was skin on skin, and well, it's you….” he admits, his tone is reverential.
You smile and kiss him on the forehead, tasting the tangy salt of his sweat. 
He pulls back slightly, his lips find yours as he surges back in, and he swallows the noise you make. Slowly he builds a pace, and you close your eyes, tilting your head towards the ceiling, concentrating on the sensation of him dragging against your walls, pushing you open with each move, the stretch so enthralling.
Oh god, we should have been doing THIS for the last five years, you think indulgently to yourself.
“I agree,” he murmurs, his mouth hooked over your chin.
“Shit, I didn't realise I said that out loud,” you admit sheepishly, tipping down to meet his gaze.
He gusts a laugh and spears into you a little rougher than before, your soft cry catching against his stubbly cheek. 
“I think I see someone watching us,” his voice suddenly dangerous and velvet, hot against your ear.
You inhale sharply and clench around him at the illicit, electric thrill that runs through your body.
“Fuck,” he groans.
“Tell me about what you see?” your voice is thready, somehow the thrill heightened by knowing you are totally at his mercy, legs around him, back against the glass.
“I think it's a couple,” his voice is gravelly. “At first, it was just a woman I saw a glance of; now there’s a man too.”
You moan and bear down onto him harder the thought you have an audience of this debauched tableau. You move an arm to wrap around his shoulder and pitch forward to bite his neck.
“Fuck y/n,” he exclaims, pulsing deep inside you.
“Tell me more, Ben, please,” you take his earlobe between your teeth, pulling it taut as he thrusts into you.
“Oh god, they are…. they are kissing,” he moans, his breathing becoming a little more ragged.
You clench hard again, and he growls long and low, pulling his face back to rest his forehead against yours.
“We did that,” he sounds feral. “We fuck so good we make others want to do it too.” 
“Yessss,” you writhe on him, “fuck me hard, Ben, make them jealous, make them all watch as you ruin me.”
“Keep talking to me,” he pleads and hitches your legs onto his arms, pressing you higher on the glass, pounding into you now, his pubic bone surging against your clit with every stroke.
“Yes, Ben, make me come again, please; I want them to see me impaled on your cock, screaming your name,” the filth tumbling from your lips unfiltered as he spirals you higher.
“Oh god, yes,” his voice stutters as he thrusts hard. “Please do it; I've come so many times wanting to hear you scream my name, fingernails scratching my back, your cunt convulsing hard around me; god, please come for me again, please.”
His words and pleading and harsh movements is just the cocktail you need to push you over the precipice. Body going completely stiff, legs battling against his hold, so you scramble against the glass, smearing sweat and fluids as you fight the convulsions. Screaming his name, uncaring of his ears, the neighbours, anything but the feel of the snapping, blinding sensation and waves of bliss pulsing out of your core across your whole body. A static hum in the base of your skull at the release of every fibre of your being. You barely register the words and noises he makes as you feel his whole body stiffen, his mouth hooked on your shoulder, curled against you, as he holds you speared deep as you feel him coming powerfully inside you, a blooming warmth coating your insides.
“Fuck,” you pant in unison. Which makes you both giggle, faces pressed together, a light and intangible moment shared, as he lowers you slowly to your feet, his lips finding yours in a chaste kiss.
You keep your arms snaked around his neck and lean your head on his shoulder, listening to his thundering heartbeat, the shaking in your legs subsiding slightly.
“I can’t believe you held me up for that long,” you smile.
“Made every hellish gym visit worth it,” he returns, laughing gently, 
“Oh yes, the triathlon. When is it?” You sway gently in his arms, enjoying the easy intimacy you have.
“In about six more weeks,” he calculates, kissing your temple and slowly turning you both around, so his back is to the glass.
“Can I help with any training? I’m not a bad swimmer, you know,” you offer with a shrug.
His eyes glitter as he leans his forehead against yours, walking you back towards his bedroom. “I have to be in the pool first thing tomorrow; I would be delighted to have you join me.”
“I don't have a swimming costume with me,” you pout.
“I’d be happy for you to skinny dip,” his eyebrow shooting up in a way that makes your stomach somersault.
“I’ll do it if you do it,” you tease.
“Hmm, tempting y/n, but I doubt we would get any actual training done,” he says pointedly.
“Fair,” you concur, squinting comedically, and he chuckles as he backs you into his bedroom.
“Are we going for round two already, Mr Bridgerton?” Your tone is coquettish.
“Hmmm, I’m not Superman,” he replies playfully. “But I am now in need of another shower, so I thought perhaps we could do that together and then let’s see, it's still early after all.” 
He spins you around and walks you forward into his ensuite bathroom, wrapping his arms around you tight from behind and kissing a line down your neck. He only breaks away to flick on the shower, then leans back against his sink cabinet, pulling you into his arms as you await the warm water.
You glance over, and you spy a pair of tiny black Speedos on a towel rail.
“Is this what you wear in the pool?” You ask, snagging them between your fingers and twirling them around.
“Of course. Why?” his voice laced with intrigue.
“Fuck it; I’ll borrow a costume if I have to. You in these? That I have to see.”
He laughs. 
“It’s an early start. 6 am.” His lips warm on your shoulder. “I was just going to leave you sleeping in my bed then return to ravish you at a more decent hour, perhaps with some coffee and a croissant for you?”
“I changed my mind. Fuck yes, that please,” you declare. “But I will need you to model the Speedos for me at some point, Ben,” you warn with mock sincerity.
“Duly noted,” he chuckles and pulls you under the warm spray of water. 
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welld0nebaku · 2 years
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Indifference➔DR3
>flashbacks in the supermarket<
a/n: lol. lmao. hashtag sorry not sorry
🎵Heavy - Orla Gartland🎵
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Warnings: mostly angst, slight smut in one of the flashbacks, excessive mentions of alcohol sorry guys I've never been broken up with so my research was romcoms😩😩
No milk. 
No alcohol either, so that was obviously the priority. 
A heavy sigh left your lips and filled the empty fridge in front of you, visible condensation laughing at the building inability to look after yourself. “Wine, yeah, that sounds good” you said to no one in particular, painfully aware of your pairing with the apartment’s four lonely walls. 
He’d been gone almost 9 months now, not that you were counting, yet the hole in your heart and the empty space in your bed were as new as ever. That’s what the wine was for. It passed your lips with the same silky touch he had perfected, warming you from the inside out, the same way he had done before he decided that he didn’t wan– 
Enough. 
Grabbing your car keys off the kitchen counter and pulling your coat off the hook in the hall, you stopped to steal a glance of your reflection in the mirror at the door. You looked exhausted, although you didn't need that big of a mirror to tell you that. Overworked, overtired and all the other negative “overs” in the dictionary fit your brief. 
The quick drive to the supermarket was the same as usual, characterised by untimely red lights and tear-jerking songs that were more suited to the first 24 hours of a breakup. For a Tuesday night, you observed, the car park of the supermarket was eerily quiet, deserted only for your car and a couple of others. 
A brief inhale and exhale and you were heading for the door, shopping list in hand, random items scrawled on the paper just in case someone happened to look over your shoulder and read “Rosé? Beer? Spirits?”  Fresh fruit and vegetables looked so appealing in their seasonal colours, but you bid them adieu, promising yourself to come back when you were in a better mood to do an actual grocery shop. 
Wallowing in denial and sadness had gotten you nowhere, and you absolutely despised the predictability of your state but when you have to watch your ex on TV almost every weekend doing what makes him happy, it becomes that tiny but harder to move on. 
Friends and family had pointed out the fact that you didn’t have to watch every single race anymore, you’d never even been that much of a fan when he was driving. 
God, this really was getting pathetic.
You couldn’t even say his name. 
You strolled through endless aisles of baking ingredients, dairy products, and frozen food, stopping once or twice to peer into chilled freezers to check if they had your favourite pint of ice cream. They didn’t, unfortunately. 
Your disappointment was cut short by your ringing phone, a sound that you forgot it could make based on how little it was used anymore. 
“Hey, what’s up?” you answered, not even bothering to check the caller id. “Where are you right now? I went round to your place and you weren’t there.” 
Ah, the worried sister. A real classic. 
“I’m being a functioning adult, Cassie,” you sighed, rounding the corner to your desired destination of walls lined with glass bottles. “I’m grocery shopping.” It was sort of the truth, right? 
Cassie started droning on then, losing you somewhere between “I’m glad you’re turning over a new leaf” and “David has a friend and I really think you should meet him”. Your phone found home pressed between your cheek and your shoulder, hands needed for the more important task of perusing and choosing your next victim. 
“Listen, Cass,” you spoke, placing the shopping basket on the floor with an empty thud. “I’m a little busy right now, but I’ll call over soon, ok? I gotta go.” Your sister’s voice was just noise then, and you were more than happy to end the call. 
She tried, she really did try to understand what you were going through, but her and David had been together since they’d started to walk. It was like talking to a wall when you’d try to describe the pain you were in. A wall that offered terrible advice. 
With the alcohol finally acquired, you were pleasantly surprised with yourself and the fact you hadn’t related every single bottle on the shelf to your and Daniel’s relationship. 
Especially when he was right there in front of you. 
Daniel is right there. Holding someone else’s hand. 
Why is Daniel here? Why is holding someone else’s hand?
It’s for the best that the bottles are in your basket, because they would 1000% be smashed on the floor of aisle 3 if they were in your hands. The breath hitches in your throat and your heart stills in your chest before hammering quicker than ever before. 
You regain a little bit of control as they move onto the next aisle and you’re on your own again, chest heaving and blood pumping through your ears. Chill out, you tell yourself, this is fine.
This is anything but fine. 
There’s a blinding curiosity in you as to why he’s here, and before you know it, you have your head peeking into the next aisle to sneak a glance to make sure it’s Daniel. The familiar mop of curls and the perfect hook of his noses are the dead giveaways. The dagger is that he’s wearing the same hoodie that he asked you to give back almost 2 weeks after he broke up with you. 
“This is different, y/n, this is not gonna end in make-up sex,” There was a colder edge to his voice, like he had pre-prepared for this exact scenario. “I’m just here for the last few bits of my stuff and then I’ll be gone for good.” 
You felt stupid in that moment, standing in nothing but his favourite red lace panties and an old band t-shirt that no doubt fell in his category of “last few bits”. You both stood on opposite ends of the hall, slightly scared to make the first move and really end it all. Daniel was evidently less scared when he crossed the space in two large strides and brushed past you into the living room. 
Since he’d delivered the killer blow, you’d seen more than you had in the whole month. You watched him from the doorway, picking through your shared bookshelves and vinyl collection like it was nothing other than a car boot sale. “Which of these do you want me to leave?” He asked, tone void of any emotion or regret, pointing to a series of boxsets that he’d bought one Christmas, excited to binge them with you during off season.
“Take what you want, Daniel,” you yawned, irritability and heartbreak charging up inside you at his indifference. “It’s not like you actually care how I feel about it.”  He was silent from his place on the floor but you could imagine the grimace that had no doubt flitted across his face. 
“You’re being unreasonable, y/n,” he winced, not daring to turn and face you. “Don’t make this any harder than it has to be.” His words cut through you like an icepick, confusion as to why he was pretending to be upset at your split. 
“Get up, Daniel,” you whispered, white hot anger coursing through every vein like you’d been plugged into a socket. “GET UP!” you screamed, hands balled into fists as Daniel rose and caught your arms before you tried to turn him into a punching bag. 
You screamed and cried at him for what felt like eternity, and he stood there and held you until you had finished, the exchange holding absolutely zero weight for Dan. 
This was it. It was over. 
A tear threatened to fall from your eye as you rested your head back onto a shelf, deep breaths being pulled into your lungs from wherever possible. You begged your heart to slow down but it was no use, pulse racing almost as fast as your ex-boyfriend did. 
Reaching into your jacket pocket you almost passed out with delight, fingers curling around the lens of a pair of sunglasses that you hoped would help end your current nightmare. Pulling them out of your pocket and taking a final breath, you walked into the aisle, watching the blissfully unaware couple through the tinted lenses. 
They’re giggling together and browsing through the pasta sauces on the shelf. Of course they are, you think to yourself. Before you can stop it from breaking through there's another memory, and you stand motionless at the selection of tinned sauces, lip drawn between your teeth as the self-cinema scene begins to play. 
“Just relax,” he’s laughing, tanned hands massaging shoulders as you stand over the stovetop. “Let me take care of you.” Daniel finishes his plea by attaching his lips to your neck, kissing and marking up and down the skin there. Your lips have curled into a smile, eyes closed and head leaning back onto your boyfriend’s shoulder as you allow him to work his magic. 
Your previously vigorous stirring of carbonara was suddenly unimportant, giving into the way Dan’s curls were tickling your jawbone and the way one hand had left your shoulder and instead was making its way down to the waistband of your joggers. 
“Dinner’ll be ready soon” you could hear yourself say, but it was the last thing on your mind. His fingers slide between your panties and your skin, snapping the fabric back against your hip with a chuckle. “Go and wait upstairs,” Dan tells you, rubbing his chin with a lustful smirk and darkened eyes. “I”ll turn everything off down here and be up in a minute.” 
You all but ran up the stairs, taking steps 2 at a time and managing to stay standing. You’ve discarded your pullover and joggers by the time you reach the bedroom door, bra unclipped and hanging on the handle when you close it behind you. 
The slight breeze blowing from the open window glides over every inch of your skin, a prelude to whatever form of relaxation Daniel had decided to indulge you in. Footsteps pad along the hallway outside and you shiver in anticipation, eyes blown wide with lust when they make contact with a shirtless Australian in the bedroom door frame. 
“Always a good girl, y/n” he says, watching you prop yourself up to get a better look at him. His jeans have that uncomfortable looking bulge and your mouth waters, a gush of heat running to your core as you both move to close the too-wide gap between you. 
A finger traces your jaw and you forget to breathe, living through Daniel’s lips on yours that seem to give and take everything from you simultaneously. He kisses everywhere you’ll let him (anywhere), sinking teeth into your bottom lip to play his favourite sound on a loop. 
“Dan!” 
It’s a whisper and it’s ever so quiet, a mix between a prayer and a warning. Begging for more but only as long as he gives you everything and the world, too. He gives in way too quickly, a press on your shoulders so you’re falling back on your bed, and then warm hands kneading and pressing the skin of your thighs. 
“Dan, more, please.”
The contrasting sensation of cold fingers working into your hot core is enough for your skin to tighten and your walls to clench around the intrusion. Between chuckles, Daniel presses kisses to your knees and the skin there, but his eyes never leave his prize at the apex of your thighs. 
The two digits pump and curl and scissor, turning minutes into hours of the best torture to exist. “You’re so pretty like this, y/n,” You can hear his teasing and can only offer whimpers and whines as a response. “So pretty riding my fingers like this.” Two fingers turn into three and his thumb on your clit, every part of your body humming with energy and need.
It's plain and simple desire. 
Your hips had begun to move by themself, rationale and insecurity abandoned in order to chase the high that was on the tip of your tongue. “Y/n, come on, baby,” Daniel was egging you on, and the feeling was bursting over the walls of the da-
“Y/n? This is, uh, how are you?” 
This time you dropped the basket, eyes snapping open as the impact rattled through the shop floor and up into your bones. He was standing in such close proximity that it made your head spin, just like it had a million times before. 
Words grew and died in your throat as you stared into the melting pot that were his eyes, desperately willing your brain to stop thinking back to how those same eyes had devoured you and caused you so much pain in such a wide space of time. 
“I–, I am good, yup.” You hadn’t committed to your reply and he knew, clearing his throat while you shook your head and prayed that the ground would swallow you whole. He reached to grab a can of something from the shelf in front of you, and without so much as a nod of his perfectly sculpted head, he was gone and headed back to the blonde he’d come in with. 
“Who was that?” you heard her ask, an internal war waging as you debated on whether to stay tuned to hear his assessment of the 7 years you had spent together. 84 months that had consisted of race weekends, expensive vacations, less expensive alcohol, date nights and what had seemed like an endless string of kisses and nights together. 
They had seemed endless until Daniel had ended them. 
“I won’t let you marry me,” He had said, pacing up and down the kitchen of his parent’s house in Perth. “I can’t let you do that to yourself.” You had stared at him, scoffed and then stared some more at his admission. “What are you saying, Daniel?” 
Your voice hadn’t wavered but the tears had formed in your rapidly dimming eyes, waiting for your boyfriend to confirm your worst fears as their cue to start falling. 
“This isn’t good for us anymore, y/n. It’s over.”
He hadn’t apologised or even tried to look like this was taxing him emotionally. How could he do it? At his family’s celebration for the end of the season? Did he really not care at all about you anymore?
Bending down to lift the handle of the basket off the supermarket floor, you took what seemed to be the thousandth deep breath of the night, and headed for your ex-boyfriend and his companion with the exit in your sights. 
Sunglasses-covered eyes focused laser straight past them and didn’t react when Dan’s reply of “we used to work together” floated through the air, nothing but indifference laced through the words.
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ggwritesstuff · 1 year
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One Last Time
pairing: bam margera x reader
warnings: mentions of being cheated on?? idk this one is big soft
a/n: long time no see, my loves <3 sorry if this sucks it’s been ages since i’ve written lol anyways pls enjoy this product of my latest obsession
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“I’m sorry.”
The words echoed from the other end of the line; they sounded disgustingly condescending coming from a cheater.
“Oh, fuck you.” You spat before hanging up on your now ex-boyfriend. In a fit of rage, a solemn, agonizing cry tore through your chest as you launched the phone across the room. It hit the wall with a force you didn’t know you had within you. You were grateful nobody was home to hear the commotion you’d kicked up.
A few yards away sat your neighbor, Bam’s room. The two of you weren’t as close of friends as you once were, but he always kept a watchful eye on you around school and the neighborhood; even if he didn’t say anything. His music would often keep you up at night with how loud it blared. Yet tonight, it was nearly silent.
It was only ever silent at the Margera house when he was either not home or hyper focused on whatever footage he was editing at the time.
You sat in the silence for a moment. Your chest heaved as you caught your breath until a muffled sound startled you. As you looked over to check the time, you caught a glimpse of Bam standing in his window across the way. He motioned for you to open yours.
“The hell was that?” He questioned as you lifted the window up.
With a sigh, your head fell into your hands as you propped yourself up in the windowsill, “I got pissed and threw my phone.” You explained. You hadn’t lifted your head from your hands, but you could feel Bam’s eyes lingering on you in such a vulnerable position.
“You alright?” He asked, his voice softened. You nodded your head to say ‘yes’. Bam scoffed his disbelief. You couldn’t bullshit the king of bullshit, it was foolish to think you could. “Wanna come over for a bit? Ape and Phil are out for the night.” You nodded your response again. “Door’s open, c’mon.”
You watched as he shut the window and disappeared from your view. You had finally pulled yourself off the floor and stopped to look over your reflection. When you looked in the mirror, you saw black stains from that so-called waterproof mascara strewn down your cheeks and quickly used your sleeve to wipe them away before heading downstairs and next door.
When you made your way over, Bam stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his hands in his pockets to shield them from the brisk January air. “Hurry up, it’s cold as shit.” He muttered before you followed him into the house. You kicked off your shoes at the door and followed him to his bedroom.
It had been years since you’d been in his room. The view from your window only offered a glimpse of what it was now. Posters littered the walls. Though much has changed since you’d last been there, you still felt a sense of comfort and security as you sat on his bed. His sheets didn’t have that fresh linen smell. Rather, they smelled vaguely of tobacco and bonfire smoke; it was reminiscent of the time you’d spent together in your early teenage years. The bed shifted as Bam sat down next to you and leaned back against the wall, effectively interrupting your nostalgic thoughts brought on by the scent of his bed.
“You wanna tell me what all that was over there?” Bam looked over, kicking your foot playfully with his.
“Fuckin’ Shane, dude.” You sighed. “Every fuckin’ time I start feeling like I can trust a guy, they go and fuck me over or fuck another girl. I’m just so sick of it.”
There was a brief silence. “What do you mean every time?” He asked.
“I don’t know, man. It feels like whenever I start feeling secure in a relationship, the universe gives me this giant reason as to why I shouldn’t.” You said, tears threatened to spill. “Every fucking time.” You repeated under your breath, letting your head roll back.
“Fuck, man. I’m sorry.” Bam sighed sympathetically as he stood up and walked over to the stereo system on his dresser. Stacks and stacks of plastic CD cases sat scattered around it. He picked up an album and placed it in the tray. The music started and Bam turned the volume dial down, just enough to hear it in the background before making his way back to his bed.
“I just don’t get it. What’s the point of dating if I’m just gonna end up heartbroken again. I just wanna give up.” You huffed. The tears that threatened to spill earlier had finally crossed the threshold as you stared blankly into the distance.
“Ah, shit. Come here.” Bam extended his arm out to pull you closer to him when he noticed your tears. It felt like it’d been ages since you hugged him, yet he still felt safe to you. He held you tightly in scarred and bruised arms as your breathing began to even out. With your face comfortably nuzzled into his chest, you could smell the cheap cologne that lingered on his shirt. It was the same one he always wore in middle school.
While you were reminiscing about simpler times, Bam was doing some reminiscing of his own. The feeling of having you this close to him kicked up all the emotions that ultimately caused your drift away from each other in your freshman year of high school. His heart was beating rapidly as he held you, crossing his fingers that you didn’t notice the sudden increase.
The two of you now laid entangled in his disheveled bed as Razorblade Romance by HIM played in the background. Bam would occasionally hum the melody, you felt the vibrations rumble in his chest. The song “One Last Time” came on and the lyrics had struck a chord with Bam. The sight of you laid upon his chest with tear stained cheeks evoked a strange feeling of anger and a hint of protectiveness. The anger was a product of years of silent pining. He was infuriated with every single one of your failed romantic partners for treating you poorly enough to push you to the point of giving up on love.
Despite his too-tough attitude, Bam was always a softhearted romantic. He had so much love to give. So much love he wanted to give to you, but you sought love in the wrong places; the wrong people. As you had draped an arm across his abdomen and nuzzled closer into his chest for comfort, he hoped that you would finally see that the love you had been seeking was only a few meters across the way this whole time.
You lifted your head off of his chest for a moment and looked up at him. “Thanks, Bammy. I missed you.” You confessed honestly, the nickname coming out so naturally as if you’ve said it daily. He glanced down at you, lips beginning to curve into the familiar smile. Bam’s heart leapt in his chest at the sound of his nickname. You were so close, just mere inches away from each other’s faces.
“At least you could try for this one last time, it could be alright.”
The lyrics to One Last Time lingered in the air as Bam’s impulsive nature got the best of him. He began to lean in to close the gap between you, hoping this move would be well received. You didn’t stop him, despite having just experienced yet another heartbreak. Instead, you accepted his advance, leaning to meet him halfway until your lips had finally connected.
Years of tension and yearning had finally come to a head, Bam couldn’t have been more elated than he was when he felt the plushness of your lips on his own rough and chapped ones. The moment he had spent years dreaming of, it was better than he ever could’ve imagined.
You, on the other hand, found yourself perplexed, yet unable to stop him or pull away. You had wondered if it was too soon to jump into anything after quite literally having just gotten cheated on; if you were making the right decision by reaching this new level with your childhood best friend. Nevertheless, you ultimately found yourself melting into the softness of the kiss. It was as if you had seen the light in a moment of clarity; years of buried emotions all rose to the surface.
He pulled away for a moment and rested his forehead against yours. Calloused hands held your face as if you were the most delicate, prized artifact to ever exist. Moments like these didn’t need words to be spoken. The alluring shade of blue of his eyes said everything you needed to know. A stray tear cascaded down your cheek, he was quick to catch it with his thumb and gently wipe it away.
Bam pressed his lips against your forehead before allowing you space to nuzzle back into his chest, wrapping a protective arm around you as you settled in. The gentle beating of his heart eventually lulled you to sleep; you hadn’t been this comfortable in years.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to see where this could go with him.
Maybe it’s worth trying one last time.
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For the writers block/burnout thing, I have a few tips that I personally use, so I hope they help!
1) Caffeine. I usually have an energy drink when I know I’m going to be doing lots of work or writing, and that usually gets me in a writing mood for a couple of hours. Tea or coffee, while good sources of “clean” caffeine, make me feel a bit too cozy/homely and it makes it harder for me to do writing specifically. The energy drink (I prefer rockstars or monster, but watch those mg’s cuz they’re not the best for you) usually keeps me productive and on-task, and if it doesn’t? I switch to another task. In your case, it could just be a wip you have, or even some entirely new little blurb that doesn’t necessarily have to be posted.
2) Music, the kind that I’m into right now, something older, or even music that’s new to me/that I’ve never heard before. It’s good for the soul and good for the brain for inspiration. Relating to the last bit of #1, it can inspire you to write parts of a wip or a little oneshot or even a scene that you were inspired to write. Any writing is good writing, and if that little drabble gets the brain juices flowing, so be it!
3) Environment change! See, I have this fun little habit of sitting in my car post-class and chugging the rest of an a energy drink with a little snack while writing in a doc for a couple of hours. I typically don’t even realize how much time has passed, and I’ve written upwards of 3k words in one sitting over the span of like two hours. It’s a change of scenery of what I used to do when I write stuff, and it’s made me more productive! If you normally write on your phone in your room, try a different device in a different room! For example, use a laptop in the living room, a tablet on the kitchen floor, an old iPod touch in the bathroom, literally any combo that you can think of is worth trying! Sometimes your brain just needs that little bit of freshness to get the creativity flowing.
4) Other sources of inspiration! I mentioned music earlier, but reading other things (be it fanfiction, published books, or your own writing) can be a way to get your brain working again! Comping up with what-ifs can be useful, because if you get bored of that, then you can redirect the energy into writing something else! You can also look at art, like old museum type stuff, and make up a little story about the piece, then you can try and fit and mould that into something relevant to a current wip! Will it work in a planned story? Probably not, but it got you thinking and that’s what matters! Movies can also be good for this too.
5) Skipping scenes can be really helpful when writing in a lengthy wip that has a preplanned outline. You can always jump around in the story and write segments of dialogue that won’t be used yet, create some description for a future scene that might not be perfect or even good right now, but it’ll get you thinking about the wip. Me personally, if I have a chapter that I think needs more scenes or a scene rewritten, I make a whole new doc for it and just start spewing ideas and actual writing into it; that includes sentence changes in wording or structure, alternate scenes, bonus characters, dialogue thag I KNOW I’ll never use but it’s good except side anyway, etc. I can always go back to it, but it gives me some peace of mind. I also have docs separated by fandoms that’re filled with dialogue blurbs, mini-schemes, random descriptions, and the like. They might not lead to much in the separate doc, but when the time comes when you need inspo or to pull some content from it, you’ll have it on hand!
6) Math. Do some math. I’m dead serious. Some easy algebra or calc equations will either get your brain thinking or frustrated, and either way you can turn that around and put the energy into a wip. Been there, done that (usually when procrastinating lol), but it helps me redirect!
That’s about all I’ve got! I especially want to emphasize the caffeine, music, and environment change part of the list. A combo of that stuff has really helped me productivity, and I hope it can help you too! Remember that no matter how much or how little you write, it’s enough and YOU are enough. Hope your day is well!
I appreciate all this advice. The math might be something I try, at the very least I might try doing a Nancy Drew game on Master mode bc those typically help my creative side relax and my logical side get the reins.
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I am the anon that used your consider against you and I would LOVE a second part😭 it’s heavenly I am so obsessed. Also a tiny indulgence if you have time - could u work in a reference to not using drugs? I’m six months into recovery and I just live knowing people aren’t partiers lol🥺
first off, congrats consider anon! second, i'm glad you enjoyed and consider this the second partish. seriously it's half blurb half ramble. i did honor your indulgence even though i have the reader vape or will have the reader vape in the main story. not necessarily the same thing but figured you deserved a heads up. tw: burn and scar mentioned ( not in a sh way, but could be seen as triggering ), possessiveness, a really unhealthy kind of borderline abusive d/s relationship. the usual stuff when it comes to pa! reader and me in this 'verse. so daddy kink, age difference, d/s.
any way you want me that's how i'll be
consider you always keep a piece of whatever made you your exes' good girl. later on your therapist reminds you that the way you do it is not healthy. yes, we are all bits and pieces of the people around us but you seem to take it to the extreme.
sir and armie's pieces are simple. for sir it was being where he wanted you, where he needed you. always hey, stay home baby girl, i know you hate parties and the drugs that tend to flow at some of them. "you'll be my good girl and stay sober even if you come right?" he asks when you ask if you can come. "of course, sir, how else could we get home?" you answer like uber doesn't exist and still get left behind for the fifth night just this month. armie's is stupidity, it's forgetting to put on your cream so the welt doesn't get scar or the burn cream when the wax did just the wrong amount of damage. your therapist always makes a face at the two small scars you have from it. austin does too.
papi is- was- papi is this never ending desire to hear that you're doing good, that you're following his directions so well and that he loves you. it's wanting to not have to beg so much for the smallest crumbs of things and feel guilty. "angel, you're being needy, did i not give you enough this morning? my good girl isn't this needy. she takes what she's given and waits for papi to give her more." he says one day when your hand scratches at his head, messing up his hair after a scene. "not in public, angel." "sorry papi, i just- i just wanted to touch you." you murmur pulling your hand away the shame threatening to eat away at you. "just don't do it again." he will not let you take his angel wing collar when you break up. he still sends you pictures of it from time to time. those are the days you have a panic attack after his phone calls.
with père it's different. it's keeping lessons you learn in such a short period of time that you realize he's ether a very good teacher or you are a phenomenal student. it's relearning that asking for things is a good thing. that your dom can't know what you want if you don't ask for it, if you don't fully consent to it. it's learning you have more power than you know in the hands of the right person to fit you. it's being told that you're a good girl for drinking your water even if it's in the form of coffee. "it's water, père, just bean flavored." you grin. "never refer to coffee as such again, please, ma belle." he asks looking truly and honestly horrified. it's all that and more even if when you meet austin there's still things you haven't fully learned. it's getting phone calls and not being forced into them because you can't let go of a man who sought you out when you were a newly turned eighteen and- you fell in love. it's a lot of things and yet it's one singular thing that might be the one thing that bothers and comforts austin all at once.
it starts as everything does in austin's bed with you curled against his chest. for some reason both you and him have taken to leaving your jewelry on the in bed as it gets painful as the rings digging into thighs or chests can sometimes be. at this point you are used to be a pleasure coming from a bit of pain and well what's a little bit more added to the pile. most nights he would play with your necklace almost as if he would like to wrap his hand around your neck again. some nights he does, other nights he chooses to just let it rest after letting his initials imprint on his own thumb.
tonight is not one of those nights, tonight austin's hand- his stupidly ring size large hand is twirling your dove ring. eyeing it as if it holds the secrets to the universe.
"who gave this to you, little dove?" he whispers, pulling your hand up and placing a kiss on the ring. "it wasn't your parents, right?"
"no, daddy. my mom would never get me something as in your face like this. same with my dad before he died." you pause, taking a moment to nuzzle at austin's chest. "are you sure you want to know? it might make you mad."
"at you, dove? doubt it." he lets go of your hand to touch your face. "please?"
"père, satnin." you choose that moment to call austin by one of your nicknames for him, knowing austin wouldn't work and- daddy felt so strange to be saying after admitting you wear a piece of jewelry your last ex gave you.
"keep it, ma belle. It was a gift and I would be insulted if you gave it back." he tells you when you move to take it off as he helps you pack your luggage.
"but i'm not yours any more, père." you reply confused to the very core of your being. papi had made you take off your collar and he kept it. pere had never given you a collar, but this- this was close enough. you were supposed to give it back, right?
"that gift was for you to have something of mine to remember me when we were apart. why would that change now? are we not at least friends? do you not want to remember me if i don't call for months?" he pauses. "do you not want to remember me at all, y/n?" he asks using your actual name, a sign that he's serious about wanting to know your answer.
"i need to remember you, i think. i can keep it? you promise? you're not going to ask me to send it back?" you try and keep the desperation out of your voice, but the idea of having to send it back fills you with dread you can't describe.
"never. only send it back if you don't need me in your life somehow."
"deal."
austin can't help the inhale of breath at your admission. he doesn't- he doesn't like père. at least not yet. he treated you fine- but he still thinks you were an artistic experience for him and not someone he actually cared about in the way you deserved to be cared about. in the way him and papi cared about you.
"you said you wouldn't be mad, satnin." you murmur, kissing at his neck. "it doesn't- it's my dove ring, daddy. it's why you call me little dove."
"i'm not asking you to- i wouldn't, darling." he shushes what he feels are tears building up behind your eyes. "you're mine, right? even with his ring?"
'i only have one set of initials on me right now, austin." you answer a little shakily, a hand moving to touch the dove on your neck. "all yours, daddy. just like you're all mine, not nessa's even after everything, right?"
his hand moves to rest on top of yours, pressing your thumb against his initials on the back of the necklace. "all yours, little dove. all yours."
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one hell of an amen - chapter 8
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Summary: His mom always taught him that doing what’s right isn’t always easy, but Jay never imagined how hard it’d be. Or how it could cost him everything.
Notes: hi friends!!!! We're in the home stretch, I'm thinking maybe two more chapters after this one? They're not written yet so who knows for sure lol
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Things started looking up for Jay once Hailey and Will got to Landstuhl. The two had teamed up with the medical team and convinced Jay to finally start using his pain pump, within hours of their arrival. Not one to readily admit he was wrong, Jay never let on to how much better he felt once his pain was under control, but everyone else knew—the relief was clear on his face.
On top of the pain pump, Hailey and Will managed to talk Jay into agreeing on the arm surgery. It wasn’t that hard of a sell really, the sooner his arm was fixed and on the mend, the sooner he’d be able to break out of the hospital. Dr. Alder wasted no time, scheduling the surgery as soon as possible.
Hailey and Will watched as Jay was wheeled away, headed towards the OR for surgery on his arm. The two Halsteads stood quietly in the hall until Jay and his surgery team was out of sight then they returned to Jay’s room to wait it out.
Will went straight to one of the chairs and plopped down, pulling out his phone and actively trying to ignore Hailey.
Hailey rolled her eyes and started tidying up some of her and Jay’s belongings. She knew Will was giving her the silent treatment; honestly, she’d seen less dramatic temper tantrums from Owen.
“This whole silent treatment, temper tantrum thing you’re doing?” Hailey began, keeping her back towards her brother-in-law. “It does nothing but reinforces the fact that not telling you about the attack was the right choice.”
Will scoffed but said nothing.
Hailey’s frustration flared and she whirled around to face him. “You’re a grown man Will! And you’re throwing a fit because you weren’t looped in on a secret! Do you realize how ridiculous that is?!”
“So I’m not allowed to be upset that you lied to me?” Will asked, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. “My brother almost died Hailey!”
“Knowing what happened to him wouldn’t have made this any easier Will! Trust me.”
“That wasn’t your decision to make!”
“Yes, it was,” Hailey argued. Gone was her annoyed tone and in its place was her no-nonsense detective tone, usually saved for the most infuriating of suspects. “I am his wife, Will. I’m his next of kin and his power of attorney. Me, not you. I have the final say on what happens to Jay and I will do whatever it takes to make sure that he is okay. If that means keeping something told to me in confidence, at the risk of a court-martial, a secret then that's what I'm going to do. If that means making the difficult decision to lie to or about the people Jay loves most to protect them, then that’s what I’m going to do."
Hailey’s voice got quiet, softer. “I’m sorry if you think I should’ve done something different but, I don’t regret it.”
Will was silent for a moment. “Why?”
“Because I needed to!” Hailey sighed. “I know you were worried and hurting, but at the end of the day, you had Natalie and Owen. You had a family at home, people who needed you. Jay’s all I have.”
“That’s not true,” Will said. His anger had diminished slightly but hadn’t disappeared completely. “You have Nat and Owen too! And me, and your team. We were all there for you!”
“I know, Will but I still went home alone—to a home filled with nothing but memories of Jay!” Hailey exclaimed, tears springing to her eyes. “If Jay was going to die, if he wasn’t going to make it home, I needed to know. I needed to know if I was going to be alone again.”
Will stared at his sister-in-law, mouth agape. Before he could say anything to her though, a nurse entered with the first update from surgery. By the time she left, Hailey was no longer in a talking mood.  
                                                   … … …
Jay hated hospitals. He loathed them, so the fact that he’d been in not one but two hospitals for almost 2 weeks had him ready to crawl out of his skin. The only thing that made his stay at the base hospital manageable was the fact he was sedated for most of it. His stay at Landstuhl was almost bearable, and that was all because of Hailey.
Despite his obvious hostility towards Hailey (for reasons Jay wasn’t aware of), Will had been helpful too, but he’d returned to Chicago after Jay’s arm surgery. Maggie had called and told him about the shooting at the park Owen always went to. When he spoke to Natalie, she swore she was OK and could handle it, but Will heard the emotion in her voice, the trauma that had come from the fear of Owen being there. Jay saw how conflicted his brother was. Natalie and Owen needed Will more than he did at this moment.
Convincing Will that it was OK for him to leave was a little more difficult.
“Will, seriously, I’m fine.” Jay pled from his hospital bed. “Go home to Nat and Owen.”
“You realize you’re pleading your case from a hospital bed, right?” Will asked, his arms crossed over his chest. “After having another surgery…”
Jay rolled his eyes. “ARM surgery, relatively mild compared to the others.”
Will glared at him. “Not helping your case, Jay.”
Sighing, Jay looked at his brother. “Surgery was a success, and the infection is clearing. They’re only keeping me in here until I’m clear to fly and then I’m heading back to the States, hopefully soon. I won’t be alone either; I’ll still have Hailey.”
“Oh, so because you have Hailey, you don’t need me.”
“Dude, I don’t know what your issue with Hailey is all of a sudden, but you need to get over it,” Jay stated, frustration in his voice. “I’m glad you came out here and I’m so happy to see you, but Natalie and Owen need you right now more than I do.”
Will sighed, resigned, and Jay tried to hide his smile. He knew he’d won.
“Fine. You’re right. I’ll go home, but I want updates!”
“Daily updates. I promise.” Jay was sincere. “Keep me updated on Nat and Owen?”
Will nodded vehemently then pulled his phone out to book a flight home.
That had been two days ago, and the brothers kept their promise of keeping the other updated. Jay was healing nicely, and Natalie and Owen were recovering in their own way with Will by their side.
                                                    … … …
It’d been one week since Jay arrived at Landstuhl and he was chomping at the bit to leave. The infection had cleared enough that Jay had been able to switch from IV to oral antibiotics and he was back on over-the-counter pain meds, this time with the approval of his medical team. Physical therapy had been in and gotten him moving, taking laps around the floor to slowly rebuild his strength, and Dr. Alder teamed up with the pulmonologist to run a stress test on Jay’s lungs.
Jay was impatiently awaiting the results and annoying Hailey with his anxious energy. Hailey understood Jay’s nerves, she was nervous too, but Jay’s leg had been nervously bouncing for nearly ten minutes. She reached over and put a hand on his knee, causing his leg to still. “Babe, I know you’re nervous but the leg bouncing? Please.”
“Sorry,” Jay said with a nervous smile. “But if I passed the stress test? That’s one step closer to finally going home!”
Hailey smiled at his excitement. She couldn’t deny she wasn’t feeling the same. The past few weeks had been a never-ending nightmare but the light at the end of the tunnel could finally start to be seen.
Standing from her chair, Hailey moved in front of Jay and wrapped her arms around his neck. “You are the strongest, bravest person I know and whether you get the green light to transfer or not, I’m so proud of how far you’ve come and the progress you’ve made.”
Jay smiled and wrapped his good arm around her, pulling her closer. “I know being a military spouse can be hard but this….. I know this isn’t what you signed up for.”
“Hey,” Hailey interrupted, moving her hands to cup his face. “I knew something like this, or worse, was a possibility, just like how you know something can happen to me as a cop--through the good and the bad, till death do we part right?”
“Right,” Jay agreed with a smile. He leaned forward, closing the gap between them to kiss Hailey.
Their kiss was interrupted by Dr. Alder entering the room. Hailey moved to Jay’s side, clutching his hand. They waited with bated breath for the news the doctor would bring.
Good or bad, they’d handle it together like they always had and always would.
                                                      … … …
To say Jay was frustrated would be putting it lightly. Physically, he was healing well. He was back on US soil, having transferred from Landstuhl a few days prior, and staying in-patient at Walter Reed for a few days for updated tests. The doctors wanted to monitor him after the long flight from Germany, but all of Jay’s stats were holding steady in the normal range. Jay also continued with the physical therapy he’d started in Germany and was quickly regaining his strength.
Mentally, however, Jay wasn’t doing as well.
His memory had still not returned, despite his skull fracture continuing to heal and the swelling reducing. He’d started having sessions with the hospital psychologist, trying different exercises to try and jog his memory but nothing had worked yet, Each failed session brought more frustration, not only from Jay but from the Army’s investigators who were still trying to figure out what happened. There had been several debriefs so far, all of which resulted in no new information.
Hailey had met him in DC, having left Germany early since she couldn’t fly with him on the transfer, but even her bright smile and comforting presence could help Jay’s mood.
As Jay finished his physical therapy for the day Hailey left the hospital to go grab them lunch, both of them tired of hospital food. Jay settled back on his bed and grabbed his phone. He had never been one for mindless scrolling on social media, but his boredom had reached an all-time high since arriving back in the States.
His Facebook page was largely unused, and he only kept it because it was easy to check in on Will and Nat and former teammates while he was overseas. As he opened the app, Jay realized word about him getting hurt must have gotten out because he had dozens of notifications waiting for him.
He ignored them for now, not in the headspace to read the things people shared with him and tagged him in, choosing instead to scroll through the feed to kill time. There were memes, shared articles, and random statuses, but there was one article that stopped him in his tracks. It had been shared almost two weeks ago but the only thing Jay was focused on was the headline.
A Final Homecoming for a Fallen Soldier.
Jay’s finger hovered over the screen, frozen, as his eyes locked on the words under the headline.
The body of a fallen U.S. soldier has returned home. US Army Ranger Eric Lopez, 23, was killed in Warsaj, Afghanistan.
“Lopez?” Jay wondered out loud. He shook his head, refusing to believe what he was reading because Lopez was alive back on base. Jay had seen him and spoken to him before he’d gotten hurt. Right?
The words on the screen began to blur as tears sprung to Jay’s eyes. “No, no, no…”
Like the flip of a switch, Jay was overwhelmed by an influx of memories. It was as if that newspaper article had been the key to unlocking all of his memories.
He remembered everything.
His hands began shaking so severely that his phone slipped from his grasp. It clattered off the bed and onto the floor but Jay couldn’t hear it over the rushing in his ears. 
Trapped in his memories, Jay didn't hear Hailey arrive back in his room or the worry in her voice when she called his name. He didn't hear her ask him what was wrong or yell for a nurse. 
It wasn't until Hailey interrupted Jay's trip down memory lane by placing a hand on his shaking shoulder. "Jay? What happened? What's wrong?"
"I remember everything," Jay croaked, "I remember the attack."
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38 - "Everyone thinks we’re already dating, but we’re just best friends- oh wait" for napollya? if that sounds as fun to you as it does to me? :D
(It's been more than three months, but I am still writing these lol! Thank you for the prompt, anon! It just seemed ripe for an outside observer, so you get a brand new OC. It actually switches between an outsider POV and Napoleon POV, and runs just under 5k. I hope you enjoy it!)
That's What Other People Do
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“McHenry! My office!” her boss calls out, his voice carrying easily across the desks that fill this corner of the Federal Building’s 14th floor.
Robin sighs and grabs her glasses from where she’d thrown them amongst the files littering her desk in a fit of pique. The summons could feasibly be about anything, but she has no doubt that Wilston wants an update on the Case From Hell. Good thing she has absolutely nothing new to report. If this goes on too much longer he’ll pull it from her, and then she’ll have to endure idiotic comments from the Andys about how it was too much for her to handle and maybe she’d like to return to the secretarial pool. Never mind that she has a PhD and didn’t come out of the secretarial pool to begin with.
Right. Just get this over with, and she can go back to pouring through shipping manifests for clues that don’t exist.
Wilston waves at her to close the door when she gets into his office, which isn’t a good sign. Then again he’s perfectly happy to chew people out at maximum volume with it open, so it’s hard to guess what might happen.
“About the Caraglio case,” he starts, predictably.
“I have a good feeling about this batch of manifests, sir,” Robin jumps in, trying to come up with a way to make a whole lot of nothing sound exciting. “There’s a company—”
“This is a lot bigger than White Collar Division,” Wilston continues, as if he hadn’t heard her at all. “I just got off the phone with UNCLE.”
“Sorry, uncle who?”
“Not a who,” he grunts. “United Network Command for Law Enforcement. Don’t worry,” he adds, with something that she’d think was humor if she didn’t know better, “I’d never heard of them until ten minutes ago. They’re a multinational intelligence agency.”
Robin blinks at him, utterly confused. “What, like Interpol?”
“To be honest with you, I was not read in to the details,” Wilston says, sounding unmistakably disgruntled about that fact. “But yes and no. They’re made up of agents with official designations from their home intelligence orgs, all working together. Apparently the most recent print that showed up has ties to a case they’ve been working.”
“So they’re taking my case? Can they do that?” Robin asks as a heavy, cold weight settles in her gut.
“No,” he answers firmly. “They want to collaborate. You’re going to be working with two of their best agents, I’m told. Agent Illya Kuryakin, KGB,”—Robin’s brain stutters to a halt at this, but her shock is somehow quickly outdone as Wilston continues—“and Agent Napoleon Solo, CIA.”
For a long moment, Robin just gapes at him, waiting for the other shoe to drop, or for Wilston to explain that it’s all a joke. Which is absurd, given her boss’s aforementioned lack of a sense of humor. “Let me get this straight: you’re trying to tell me that I’m supposed to work with an actual KGB agent and one of the most prolific art thieves in the past twenty years?”
Most people, even in White Collar Division, might not have recognized the name, but Robin is well aware of who Napoleon Solo is. How could she not, when he was the one who’d stolen the print she’d been studying in Florence, while she was in the middle of studying it? She had her own suspicions that he’s still active, even, though on a much smaller scale. She hadn’t brought it to Wilston or anyone else because she wasn’t sure yet, but she was working up to it. And now, this.
“He’s on some kind of work release with the CIA. Has been for ten years,” Wilston says dismissively, ignoring the whole KGB thing entirely.
“Last I heard we’re still in a cold war. Does Counter Intelligence know about this?”
“No. No one except you, me, and the Director. And it stays that way, is that clear? No one else can know anything about this operation. If anyone asks, you’re no longer working the case.”
“But sir—”
“Is that clear, McHenry?” he repeats forcefully.
Robin swallows hard and nods.
~~~
They find their new FBI contact chain smoking under a bridge, staring out at the Hudson.
“I think she might smoke the whole pack if we do not go soon, Cowboy,” Illya remarks, his voice pitched low.
They’ve been watching her for the last five minutes. Not because they’re worried about the meet, or intentionally trying to psych her out, but because you learn a lot watching someone who’s waiting for you. Like how Agent Robin McHenry was apparently a woman. Napoleon’s pretty sure there aren’t very many of them in the FBI’s White Collar Division, and wonders how she managed to get looped onto this case. She doesn’t look particularly young or particularly old, but it’s a little hard to tell at this distance. As they watch, she shakes another cigarette out of the pack and uses the smoldering remnants of her previous one to light it before she flicks the butt off into the river.
“Think she’s nervous?” Napoleon guesses.
Illya hums uncertainly. “Maybe. How much did they tell her about us?”
“Dunno. One way to find out, though.”
She clocks them pretty quickly as they approach, by the way her shoulders tense, though she doesn’t turn to look at them until they’re standing right next to her. Up close, her brown hair is shot through with the occasional streak of grey, but the lack of lines on her face suggests that they’re premature, and also that she doesn’t care about her appearance enough to dye it. She’s wearing a sensible, if poorly tailored, grey pants suit, which is pretty much what Napoleon would expect from a Fed.
“Agent McHenry?” he says mildly, extending a hand toward her.
McHenry stares down at it for a minute with an expression that borders on disdain, then takes another drag on her cigarette. “It’s doctor.”
“What?” “It’s Dr. McHenry,” she says. “The ‘Doctor’ supersedes ‘Agent’.”
Napoleon blinks at her. She still hasn’t taken his hand, so he drops it and tucks it into his pocket. “Ok,” he replies gamely. “Well, Dr. McHenry, this is Agent Kuryakin, and I’m Agent—”
“I know who you are,” she interrupts. “Quite familiar with your mug shot.”
“Ah,” Napoleon says, his smile going tight.
“You stole a Marcantonio print I was studying.”
“Sorry?” “In Florence. 1953,” she explains. She briefly stares at the shrinking butt of her cigarette as if trying to decide whether to light another. “I was analyzing it for my research, and overnight it disappeared. That theft was attributed to you. You stole it.”
Napoleon remembers that job. It had been a pretty easy one; the archive’s security had been next to nonexistent. He’d stolen some other stuff too, made a tidy sum, then had thoroughly enjoyed himself on the Amalfi coast for a month. He clears his throat and carefully replies, “Allegedly. That was never proven. But if I had stolen it, and that disrupted your studies, then I would be sorry about that. Hypothetically, that is.”
McHenry snorts in what almost seems to be amusement, then turns her piercing gaze on Illya, who’s been watching the whole exchange. Napoleon can see that he’s certainly amused, and will no doubt be giving Napoleon endless shit about it later, though to anyone else his face looks as stony as ever.
“You’re actually a KGB agent,” McHenry prompts, not quite a question, as she squints up at him.
Illya quirks an eyebrow at her. “Last time I checked.”
“How do I know this isn’t part of some elaborate plot to infiltrate the FBI?”
“If I wanted to infiltrate FBI, I would not start with White Collar,” Illya returns coolly, which is probably not the best tack to take. Napoleon watches as McHenry’s lips narrow into a hard line.
“What Peril here means to say is that we’ve no interest in the FBI, specifically. We may officially be KGB and CIA, but our mandate and orders come from UNCLE, which has no interest in governments squabbling with each other,” Napoleon tells her. “We’ve been partners for the past two years. Surely that must mean something.”
“This, coming from a convicted art thief,” she says, clearly unconvinced, but now eyeing them with some other evaluating look that he can’t quite interpret.
Not for the first time, Napoleon wishes Gaby was around for this one. Something tells him that their third partner would have a better chance of gaining the trust of the FBI agent, but she’d gone off to London following a tenuous but time-sensitive lead on a different case, so they’d have to get by without her.
“Look, you’re obviously a deeply mistrustful person, and I respect that,” Napoleon sighs. “But can we please move past this and get to the saving the world part? Those missile plans aren’t going to find themselves.”
That, at least, breaks through the defensive exterior; McHenry’s eyes go wide and her mouth falls open for a moment before she tries to collect herself. “What do you mean, missile plans?”
~~~
Solo and Kuryakin aren’t anything like she expected.
On the surface, the two of them seem like they’d never work as partners, beyond the obvious problem that they’re supposed to be on different sides of the Cold War. Solo talks, a lot, all smooth charm and winning smiles. She can see why it took the authorities so long to nail him down, because the man can probably talk his way out of nearly anything. Kuryakin, though, is the icy, silent type, at least at first. Not that he ever really relaxes fully, but after a couple of days his constant guard lowers a bit. Still, she’s not sure she’d have ever come around to trusting him if she hadn’t seen him when he’s around Solo.
Two days after their first contact by the river, Robin is supposed to meet them at a diner in Hoboken. Why here, she has no idea, and she doesn’t ask. She’s quickly learned that, although they’re pretty open when it comes to the case itself, any other questions about UNCLE or their histories is shut down quickly. When she arrives, she’s surprised to see Kuryakin sitting alone in a booth and no sign of Solo anywhere nearby. He looks up as she slides in opposite him and offers a nod of acknowledgement, but nothing else.
“Where’s Solo?” she asks, grabbing the menu just for something to do. She doesn’t assume they’re actually eating.
“Late,” Kuryakin grunts, somehow encapsulating fondness and exasperation in the single syllable. It’s a tone she’s become familiar with over the past two days.
A waitress stops by, and Kuryakin surprises her again by ordering the almost painfully American combination of a cheeseburger, fries, and a strawberry milkshake. She hasn’t actually looked at the menu, but she stammers out an order for a tuna melt and a coke, and wonders what the hell is actually going on today.
Solo, it turns out, is very late, but Kuryakin gives her an update on their progress; they’d checked out several of the shipping companies she’d suspected of being the transport for the forged—and apparently secretly encoded—Caraglio prints, though without much success. The CIA agent still hasn’t arrived by the time their food does, and after hesitating a moment Robin digs in, because she’s actually pretty hungry. For his part, Kuryakin eats a few fries and drinks the milkshake, but the burger remains untouched.
The answer to that puzzle comes a few minutes later, when Solo finally slides into the booth next to him. Kuryakin wordlessly pushes the plate of food over to him, and Solo grabs the burger with no shortage of enthusiasm.
“You know me so well, Peril,” Solo says to him before taking a huge bite. He briefly looks, somewhat bizarrely, like a chipmunk.
“I know you are somehow always hungry,” Kuryakin returns. “And you get as excited about greasy diner food as gourmet restaurant.”
Solo swallows and grins broadly. “Sometimes there’s nothing better than greasy diner food. If I’m gonna have to go to Jersey for this mission, I might as well indulge. Gimme some of your milkshake, would you?”
Kuryakin lets out a put-upon sigh, but his mouth is unmistakably tugging up at the corners as he slides the half empty glass over toward his partner.
Robin chews slowly as she watches them continue to banter about the food as if she wasn’t there at all. Kuryakin stretches an arm out along the back of the booth behind Solo’s shoulders, and when Solo finally polishes off the burger he settles back against it, almost but not quite tucked against Kuryakin’s side, looking immensely satisfied.
“So did Peril bring you up to speed?” Solo asks her eventually, his eyebrows arcing upward with the question. It had taken her a bit to get used to the cutesy nicknames, but by now she can actually keep a straight face when Kuryakin calls him ‘Cowboy.’
“Yeah,” she answers with a bob of her head. “Sounds like not much has panned out, though?”
“That’s not entirely true anymore,” Solo says with a sly grin.
Kuryakin frowns. “What have you done, Cowboy?”
“I met up with an old contact of mine. That’s why I was late. Skittish guy. But if someone was going to know where the counterfeit Caraglios were coming in from, it would be him.”
“You went to a meeting without telling anyone?” Kuryakin hisses, his frown somehow getting even deeper.
“I was fine,” Solo insists. “I didn’t say anything because I knew you’d just overreact. Like you’re doing now. You worry too much, Peril.”
“I do not—”
“You got something from him, though?” Robin jumps in, before they can get any farther. “A lead?”
“I did,” Solo confirms, sitting forward again.
He quickly runs through what he’d learned, his words rapid with excitement at the—admittedly substantial—lead, and even Kuryakin eventually gets over his disgruntlement as they start talking about the next steps. For the first time in weeks, Robin feels like this case actually getting somewhere, which she has to reluctantly admit is down in large part to the fact that she’s working with an art thief. Her PhD advisor would have a heart attack if he knew, but they wouldn’t have gotten that lead without Solo’s contact.
The conversation falls into a lull as the waitress stops by with coffee, which Solo gratefully accepts before pointing back at Kuryakin and adding, “Oh, and he’ll have a slice of apple pie.”
“Cowboy—” he starts to protest.
“A la mode,” Solo finishes with a grin, ignoring him.
“You did not have to do that,” Kuryakin grumbles as she walks away.
Solo just grabs his cup of coffee and settles back against Kuryakin’s arm again, and this time Kuryakin’s hand slides onto his shoulder. It’s not that unusual a sight, really; she’s noticed that Kuryakin is fairly handsy around him. Nothing too overt, but here and there a hand pressed to Solo’s lower back, or resting on his knee. The kind of casual affection that makes her want to warn them to be more careful, which is stupid. Obviously they know better than anyone the danger of what they have. How could they not?
“But Peril,” Napoleon is saying, a teasing lilt to his words, “I consider it my solemn duty to make sure you’re hopelessly addicted to this disgustingly extravagant American lifestyle, so that you’d never dream of leaving us. Ordering you delicious pie is a burden, to be sure, but one I will happily bear.”
Robin can’t help but think, based on the impossibly soft way that Kuryakin is currently looking at him, that Solo doesn’t really need to try that hard.
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Like these things so often do, once they have a substantial lead, the rest falls together pretty quickly. The tip from his contact had paid off, and if everything went well they’d soon be taking possession of the last of the forged Caraglio prints. The shipment isn’t due to arrive for another hour, but they still need to be watching in case something changes. The waiting around part of this job, Napoleon thinks, never gets any more fun.
They’ve already been there for several hours—Napoleon and Robin in a nondescript sedan while Illya is perched in a sniper’s nest on the top floor of a nearby building—so they’re starting to run out of conversational topics. It had been surprisingly easy to talk to Robin; once she’d gotten over the whole art thief thing, they had a decent amount in common. Napoleon’s pretty sure he’s never been able to have that in-depth of a discussion of early Italian Renaissance printmaking techniques with anyone, though that shouldn’t really be a surprise given her background. It was funny to think about how he’d very nearly run into her in Florence, all those years before, and how their paths had brought them here. He’d even ended up telling her about getting caught, and how he ended up working for the CIA.
“God, I’d love to convince you to switch to the FBI,” she sighs. “Someone with your expertise would be invaluable in White Collar Division.”
Napoleon laughs softly at that. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I think it’d be a cold day in Hell before art crimes would consider making a full agent of an art thief. Besides,” he adds as his gaze sweeps out the window to the building where he knows Illya sits, “I’m pretty happy where I am.”
He can feel Robin watching him, but he can’t quite pull his eyes away. Illya is probably up there in that weird meditative state he gets into, where he can just sit for hours and do nothing and not go insane out of boredom. 
“How long have you been together?” she asks after a stretch of silence.
“Oh, like I said, UNCLE’s been around for about two years now…” he starts, not really paying attention.
“No, I mean, like, the two of you. Together. Since the beginning?”
Napoleon’s face snaps toward her, then, and he can feel his jaw fall open but he can’t really seem to close it. “We’re not— that is— we’re not,” he manages eventually. “We’re just partners. Work partners. Best friends, now, I guess.”
“You guess?” Robin echoes, her brow creasing in confusion.
“Yeah, yeah. Yes,” Napoleon confirms, perhaps a little too vehemently. “He’s my best friend. That’s all.”
“Oh.”
“‘Oh’?” he repeats. “What, ‘oh’? What does that mean?”
“Nothing, nothing,” she says, putting up a hand. “I misread things.”
“Right, well, I can be pretty affectionate with my friends, is all,” Napoleon blurts, and Christ why does he not shut up? Clearly she was going to let the matter go, but now he’s thinking about it—that deep well of feelings that he works so hard to ignore—and if she’d seen it on his face in knowing him less than a week, then… then that could be a problem.
Except then she shrugs and says, “Not just you.”
“What?” he croaks, his voice just barely above a whisper.
But she doesn’t say anything more, not immediately, just stares out the windshield with a frown on her face until finally she rounds on him. “Do you know, I actually wanted to warn you?” she says, nonsensically. “That day in the diner. I thought, ‘man, they should really be more careful.’ But I decided that saying something would be stupid, because you must know what you’re doing. You’d have to be idiots not to, and you clearly aren’t idiots.”
“Thanks?” he manages, more than a little flabbergasted.
“I’m revising that assessment,” she returns dryly. “Seriously, no one you work with has said anything to you about this?”
Napoleon doesn’t entirely know how to answer that, so he shrugs. “They’re used to it, I guess. It’s just how we are.”
“Jesus,” she swears under her breath.
“Look, as you yourself pointed out, relationships like that are dangerous, especially in our jobs, so—”
“The thing is,” she interrupts, “that dangerous part is already out there. The part where you look at each other like the other one hung the fucking moon? Like you’re very deeply in love? I hate to break it to you, but that one’s already escaped from Pandora’s Box. So if you’re holding yourselves back from being together because you’re worried about the danger, let me be the first to tell you that that ship has sailed. I see it, your enemies are gonna see it, and I guarantee you that your colleagues see it too, they’re just too polite to say anything.”
“You haven’t met our friend Gaby,” Napoleon counters, and that thought is oddly comforting. They’ve been working together for two years now, and there’s no way Gaby would have resisted giving them shit about it if there was anything actually to tease them about. “I guess I can appreciate the concern,” he continues, “but I can also guarantee you that whatever you think you’re seeing isn’t really there. Yes, we’re close. Which is why I’m certain that there’s absolutely no way that Illya feels that way about me.”
He realizes too late what he just implicitly confessed in using Illya’s lack of feelings as an excuse instead of his own, and clenches his jaw as he very resolutely does not meet Robin’s eyes. Fine, it’s fine. It doesn’t matter if she knows, because this case is almost over and it’s unlikely that they’ll have reason to work with the FBI again.
“Or you could kiss him and find out for sure,” Robin murmurs next to him, and when Napoleon gives in and looks over at her she’s staring out the windshield with a smirk on her face. Then she shrugs. “Just a suggestion. Oh, I think our shipment’s here.”
Napoleon thinks he’s never been happier to walk headfirst into potentially life-threatening situation, so long as it gets him out of this conversation.
The final bust goes off without a hitch. They seize the fake prints—and the last of the missile plans encoded therein—before the men at the handoff hardly know what is happening. Taking the shadowy organization ultimately behind the whole setup is a much, much larger, ongoing operation, but for now, UNCLE is happy that no one’s getting next-gen weapons plans, and the FBI White Collar Division is happy that very high quality forgeries are off the market. It’s a win all around.
Napoleon is also able to completely, blissfully forget about the conversation in the sedan for nearly a full day, what with all the wrapping up loose ends and paperwork to keep him busy. It’s not until the next evening, when Illya automatically shows up at his place for dinner even though neither of them mentioned such a thing at any point, that Robin’s words come slamming back into his head.
Having let himself into Napoleon’s apartment with the key he’s had ever since Napoleon complained about him always picking the lock—so, less than a month into their partnership—Illya finds him in the kitchen chopping up vegetables. He’s already discarded his jacket and brought a tumbler with him along with the decanter of Scotch from the bar in the other room, and he tops up Napoleon’s own dwindling glass before pouring his own. It’s not a surprise that he then steps close, his body only inches from Napoleon’s as he peers idly down at what Napoleon is doing, nor that the hand that’s not holding his drink ends up resting almost possessively on Napoleon’s hip. It’s not unusual, which should say something right there, but for the first time Napoleon lets himself consider all of it and what it might mean.
Illya is talking about something to do with a mission—Napoleon hadn’t really been listening, honestly—when Napoleon sets his knife down and turns slightly to better face him. Illya’s hand falls away from his hip as he moves, which he immediately regrets before he reminds himself that he really, really shouldn’t.
“Peril, what are we doing?”
Illya frowns, his brow furrowing as he stares down at him. “Having… dinner?” he ventures.
“I mean what is this?” Napoleon says, making a small gesture between them. Not that he has much room to do so, because Illya is still standing so damned close.
“I am not following, Cowboy. How much have you had to drink?” Illya asks, a teasing smirk playing on his lips.
Napoleon huffs. “Not nearly enough for this conversation,” he mutters under his breath before looking back up at Illya. “It’s just something Robin said. She thought we were… together. A couple.”
Illya freezes, an expression on his face like he just got caught, which is… really something. Napoleon’s heart is pretty much thundering in his chest right now, and he feels stretched to a breaking point, torn between his considerable ability to read people and what he was so sure he knew about his partner.
“That is…” Illya starts. Napoleon waits for him to say something like ridiculous. Absurd. The most idiotic idea he’s ever heard. Instead, Illya forces a tight smile and doesn’t finish the sentence. “Did— did she say why?”
“Something about the way we look at each other,” Napoleon answers. For some reason, the more flustered Illya gets, the more clear-headed he feels. He carefully slips a hand onto Illya’s waist, waiting for Illya to flinch or pull away, but it doesn’t come. “I told her she was seeing things, but now I’m not so sure. So I thought I’d get your perspective on the matter.”
The tips of Illya’s ears are red, and there is a steady flush climbing up his neck. “Cowboy, I—”
Napoleon decides he’s heard enough. He closes the narrow gap between them, reaching up to press their mouths together, and Illya immediately surges against him. What starts out as a gentle movement of lips rapidly deepens into something involving tongues and teeth when Illya’s other hand comes up to cup his jaw, tipping his head to better fit their mouths together. Napoleon feels consumed by it, on fire, like everything that had built between them over the past two years was so much tinder that someone had casually tossed a lit match into. The hand is back on his hip, gripping tightly as Illya tries to tug him even closer, and Napoleon’s fingers dig into the softness of Illya’s waist in response, dragging a low moan from his partner’s throat.
“I think she’s onto something,” Napoleon gasps when they finally part, unable to keep himself from grinning like an idiot. “Or did you have something else you wanted to add?”
“Shut up, Cowboy,” Illya growls, then captures his mouth in another kiss.
They don’t get around to dinner until much, much later.
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Robin has to admit that after all of the excitement in the past week, the day-to-day at White Collar leaves something to be desired. At least with the Caraglio case she always had something big to work on, but now that it’s closed she’s stuck with check fraud and some idiot who tried to forge a shitload of buffalo nickels as if that would actually net him a profit.
Then, one day she comes in and there’s large, flat folio sitting on her desk. She looks around, but everyone is apparently absorbed in their work for once. It’s possible that it’s related to some kind of new case, but that seems highly unlikely. Evidence doesn’t just get deposited in their laps.
“Cartwright,” she calls, drawing the attention of the idiot at the next desk. “What is this?”
“Fuck if I know,” Cartwright grunts. “It was there when I came in. You get a secret admirer in all that time off, McHenry?”
Robin narrowly resists telling him to fuck off. Not being able to tell anyone that she helped avert an international crisis sucks. She looks back down at the folio, taking in the high quality leather and the fine stitching. It’s nice. Much nicer than what she usually sees around the division. As she turns it over, she notices a card tucked into a small pocket and fishes it out, turning it over to find a short handwritten note on one side.
R, Took your suggestion. Thought you might appreciate this small token of my gratitude. If you ever get tired of catching art thieves and decide you want to work with one instead, UNCLE is always recruiting. NS
She frowns down at the note for a minute. She doesn’t even remember what she might have suggested to Napoleon Solo, or why he’d be grateful for it. But honestly, it’s the second part of the note that has her baffled. Her, work for UNCLE? Honestly, it’s not the worst idea she’s heard, not by a long shot. It’s more surprising that they’d be interested in her; they’re all spies, and she’s just an art historian with a badge.
Her thoughts are still on the note as she tugs at the ties holding the folio closed, so it takes her a moment to realize what she’s looking at.
She blinks. Takes off her glasses to rub her eyes. Puts them back on and blinks again.
“Holy shit,” she blurts.
Within the leather folio, carefully wrapped in delicate paper, is the very Marcantonio print that disappeared during her studies, all those years ago.
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Over Oceans [Sora x Kairi], Ch. 7
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Pairing: Sora x Kairi | Kingdom Hearts
Summary: Two gamers fall for each other via an online role-playing game. Where does reality mesh with their online fantasy? Can love really withstand time and distance?
Contains: Modern AU Setting, Aged-Up Characters, NSFW Fluff & Smut, Alternating POVs, Additional Warnings in Author’s Notes
Word Count: 3,412
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Chapter 7: L
Namine held a warm cup of tea to her lips as she looked over the belongings she had been organizing in her large suitcase. It was a cool Wednesday night, and she couldn't believe that tomorrow night she'd be in the tropical Destiny Islands with Kairi. When Kairi had called her, she had nearly squealed into the phone with excitement at the invitation. Asking for a few days off from work was a bit of an ordeal at the art museum, but she managed to get her supervisor to agree to the last minute vacation.
Well, it was a vacation for Namine at least. She knew Kairi would have to do some networking and vlogging while they were at the convention but otherwise, the time spent there was their own to do with as they pleased! Other than the convention, Namine was hoping to take a swim in the ocean, try some different restaurants, and take some time to relax. Maybe she'd bring along her sketchpad... Namine tossed in a travel-sized sketch book and a small pencil case that held some charcoal pencils.
Feeling that she finally had everything she needed packed, she eyed her laptop that was still sitting on her desk. She hadn't played Heart of Worlds since she returned home from the sleepover with Kairi. She had actually really enjoyed playing with the Kingdom Hearts clan... particularly with Godric, Sora's brother. Her heart squeezed a bit at the thought of him. Oh what the heck, may as well get on and see if anyone is playing. Kairi probably is. Namine opened her laptop and set her cup of tea aside.
Welcome to Heart of Worlds!
Username: Lumi
Password: ********
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New Message from: Godric
I had a great time chatting with you the other night Lumi. I know you're offline right now but I'd like to talk to you again really soon. - Roxas.
Namine blushed as she realized he had signed the message with his real name. Now she knew a little of what Kairi must have felt for Sora. It was a little exciting to have someone waiting for you, and the mystery of Roxas did feel enticing. But Namine preferred to play things safe; too many unknowns. She sipped her tea and decided she could be friends with Roxas, but nothing more... and then she heard the ping of a HoW message. "Just friends," she reminded herself, no matter how fast her heart would beat when she read his name.
[Godric to You]: Hey Lumi! I saw you online. I was wondering if you wanted to do some skilling or something with me. If you're cool with it.
[You to Godric]: Hey Roxas! I got your PM. I'm down to do some skilling. By the way... I'm Namine. It's only fair that you know my name since I know yours now. :)
[Godric to You]: What a pretty name. :) It means "ocean wave" right? So why'd you pick Lumi as your character name? Namine would have been pretty cool too.
[You to Godric]: Yep! I have always felt a connection to the moon... Maybe since the moon is connected to the ocean. I'm not really sure haha. I must sound silly.
[Godric to You]: ...Wow. It's not crazy at all. That's so deep, Nami. Can I call you Nami? It seems to fit lol.
[You to Godric]: Thanks. Of course you can. My cousin calls me that all the time. xD
There was no way Roxas had any idea of the butterflies this little interaction was giving her. Maybe she'd make more of an effort to play HoW now... But Roxas didn't need to know that. They were just friends. No crushes here, nope, none. Maybe if she thought it enough she'd believe it.
[Godric to You]: I was thinking of doing a quest this weekend if you want to join me. It needs two people, but I wasn't sure if you'd done it yet.
[You to Godric]: That'd be fun! But I won't be around this weekend.
[Godric to You]: Oh? Going on vacation?
[You to Godric]: Kai and I are going to Destiny Islands for the gaming convention, ya know the big one? I probably won't be online depending on what we get up to while we're there.
[You to Godric]: I don't know all the details yet. Kai is going for work and invited me along. Should be fun though!
[You to Godric]: You there Roxas?
[You to Godric]: Helloooooo?
Namine scratched her head, feeling a little concerned. Roxas didn't usually take this long to reply back, but maybe he got busy. Hopefully everything was okay.
•| ⊱♡⊰ |•
Back at the boys' house...
Roxas had fled his bedroom after Namine's first message, and was currently banging on Sora's door frantically. "Open the door!" He shouted through the wood, breathlessly. He decided against waiting for an answer and wiggled the door knob forcefully until the door burst open. Oops, guess he'd have to buy Sora a new lock, but that was the last thing on Roxas' mind.
"What?" Sora was seated at his computer, headphones on, and game controller in hand. He looked extremely annoyed. Roxas had interrupted him while he was in the middle of a kill streak. He quickly muted his mic. This had better be good, Sora thought. Kairi was currently kicking his ass at a new zombie game they bought together, and this kill streak would put him ahead of her.
Roxas grabbed his brother's shoulders and began shaking him back and forth dramatically. "They're coming! They're coming here!" Sora's headset grew loud with gunfire and zombie growls as his character died; however, Sora's attention was on Roxas who was still rocking him back and forth, his eyes wide and a bit scary.
Sora looked at his brother as if he had lost his mind. "What the hell are you talking about?" he asked, confused. He tried to stop his brother from shaking him by putting his hands firmly on Roxas's shoulders, but now Roxas was rocking them both back and forth.
"Namine! Kairi! Here!" Roxas yelled, now shaking them both back and forth harder. Sora thought the world had stopped as his eyes widened in complete surprise. He knew Roxas would never joke about something like that. Coupled with the fact that Roxas was practically freaking out like an anime character, Sora knew he had to be telling the truth.
He quickly set his controller down and pulled off his headset, forgetting about the game still going on behind him. Kairi's musical laughter rang from his headset as she won the round. "What? How? When?"
"Vacation!" Roxas yelled, then he began running around Sora's room, attempting to clean up the bedroom as if Kairi and Namine would be walking through the front door in five minutes. Sora shook his head and rolled his eyes at Roxas. He turned back to his computer, slid his headset back on, and unmuted his mic. He would ask Kairi. Roxas must have still been in shock because he just continued to run around Sora's bedroom throwing everything he could into Sora's closet.
"Hey Kai?"
"Yeah?"
"What's this I hear about a vacation to Destiny Islands?" he asked, feigning innocence.
He heard Kairi sigh. "Well, Namine and I will be leaving for Destiny Islands this weekend for Destiny Gaming Expo. I was going to tell you later, but I guess Nami spilled the beans."
Sora tried to keep the smile out of his voice. "I see. So are you going to see me while you're here?" A horrible thought hit him after the words came out of his mouth. What if she didn't want to see him? What if she didn't feel the same about him? He suddenly felt the wind leave his sails, the initial excitement of seeing Kairi this weekend turning into anxiety.
"If you're okay with that...I'd like to. Will PFS be at the Expo?"
She wanted to see him! And just like that, his belly filled with excitement again, but there was still some anxiety floating around in there. Sora tried to reply as normally as possible because he knew what he wanted to ask her next. He just had to ease into it, but quickly, before he lost his nerve. "Mmhm. Riku actually signed us up to host a panel. Should be pretty fun considering how well my interview with you did on social media and Game Seeker's blog. Did you see the comments on Twitter?"
"Not yet; I find it hard to look at critiques of my work sometimes, and there's always that ONE person..." He could hear the bit of hesitation in her voice. It reminded him of when he looked at his games' early access reviews.
"No, I totally get it. I'll make sure you have a press pass for our panel. M-maybe we can get s-something to eat after? I-if you want to, I mean." Sora stuttered out. He crossed his fingers and squeezed his eyes shut; his nerves were shot at this point. He was going to have to get off the call with her soon, or he'd turn into a blubbering mess.
"Sure! That'd be amazing. Maybe you can show us around, tell us the best spots to eat at?" If he didn't know any better, she almost sounded... excited.
Sora let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding as he opened his eyes and uncrossed his fingers. "Sounds good. I can totally do that." Relief flooded through him, but he needed a second to gather himself. "I gotta go for a minute Kai. I'll text you in a bit."
"Okay! Bye, Sora."
"Bye, Kairi." Sora logged out of his game and took off his headset. He suddenly had a lot on his mind....
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A little while later, Riku unlocked their front door, lugging in some groceries. Suddenly, a smell hit him, causing him to wrinkle his nose in disgust. While pinching his nose, he quickly put away the groceries then walked down the hallway to the bedrooms where the smell was the most potent.
"Ah God! It smells like a damn hospital in here. Like heartbreak, despair, and cleaning supplies." Riku said, his nose still pinched between his fingers as he peeked into Sora's open bedroom door. He raised an eyebrow at the broken door knob as he walked in, but decided not to ask.
Sora was sprawled out on his bed, phone in hand. Roxas had a cleaning rag in his hand and was armed with three different cleaners as well as a duster in his back pocket. Sora looked down and out, and Roxas, well, he looked like he was trying to rid germs from the entire planet. Briefly forgetting about the smell, Riku laid himself on Sora's back, the entire bed sinking beneath the combined weight.
"Hey, lover boy. What's going on over here?" Riku tried to peek at his phone and saw a few texts from Kairi.
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Sora sighed and turned over, pushing Riku off, sending him to the floor with a thud. "Not now Riku."
Riku huffed as he sat up on his knees, but he could tell something was genuinely bothering Sora. He sat on the edge of the bed. "Come on dude. I'll cut the bro-mance crap. Just talk to me."
Sora took a breath then said it all at once: "Kairi and Namine are coming to Destiny Islands for Destiny Gaming Expo, and she wants to see me, but, what if she doesn't like me or thinks I'm weird, or, oh god, what if she falls in love me, and she stays here, and we get married..."
Sora's word vomit continued on for a few minutes before Riku finally grabbed a pillow and smacked him on the head. "Sora! Chill the hell out! We can make this work. I can come up with a plan... like maybe a romantic date or something."
Sora rolled over and looked at his best friend. As he was about to thank him, Sora recognized the scheming look in his eyes. "Riku-"
"I HAVE TO MAKE THE BED!" With what seemed like superhuman strength, Roxas picked up Sora's bed, flinging them off, then setting the mattress back down, Riku and Sora-free. Sora had landed on his back with a loud thunk! And Riku had rolled and smacked his head against the wall, sitting on the floor for the second time that night. Roxas ran about making the bed and fixing the pillows just-so, completely oblivious to the pain he had inflicted on them.
The other two boys watched in bewilderment from the floor, looking at each other and then back at Roxas who was still cleaning furiously.
"We gotta do something about him first." Riku jerked his head towards Roxas as he rubbed the back of his head where it had been smacked against the wall. "All the chemicals he's using are killing my brain cells."
Sora glared at Roxas and sat up. "I'll make him drink the toilet cleaner if he doesn't stop acting like they're coming here tomorrow." Roxas either didn't hear him or was pretending not to hear him as he wiped down Sora's nightstands vigorously.
"When exactly are they coming?" Riku asked, looking over at Sora who gave up on staring daggers at Roxas and was checking his phone again.
"Kairi said they'll be flying in tomorrow night."
"SO THEY ARE COMING TOMORROW?!" Riku's eyes were starting to look a lot like Roxas', and Sora wasn't liking it one bit. "I have a lot of planning to do. Come on Sora; we're pulling an all nighter. Sleep is for the weak."
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Back in Kairi's room...
It had been well over an hour and Kairi hadn't heard from Sora. She felt a little stab of anxiety from it all. Maybe she shouldn't have told him she was coming? But then again, she'd have looked like an ass if she had shown up to the convention without saying anything, and he was there. Maybe he was just nervous? Or maybe it wasn't even about her. She really didn't know, and that was the hardest thing about it. She glanced at her phone one more time. No new messages. With a heavy sigh, Kairi decided to jump in HoW and just forget for a little while.
Welcome to Heart of Worlds!
Username: Ariae
Password: ********
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New Message from: Faeron
Good afternoon, Ari. I feel like we've been missing each other lately, and I've missed your company. PM me when you get on. :)
A wave of guilt washed over Kairi. Even if Faeron had started to fall off as a crush, he was still her friend. She took a peek at her friends list to see if he was on and indeed he was. She quickly sent him a private message. No one else in the clan was on so maybe they could hang out for a bit without any drama.
[You to Faeron]: Hey, Fae.
[Faeron to You]: What are you up to today? Are you with the clan again?
[You to Faeron]: Nope. Just going to cut down some trees to make some bows. I need to get my fletching up.
[Faeron to You]: Mind if I join you?
[You to Faeron]: Not at all. I'm in Wonderland cutting down the magic trees.
[Faeron to You]: I'll be there soon.
Joining Kingdom Hearts clan chat...
Ariae joined the clan chat.
Faeron joined the clan chat.
Faeron has kissed your hand.
Kairi willed the blush away that had started to creep across her cheeks. This was just how Faeron liked to interact with people. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Kairi glanced over at her phone again. No new messages.
[Faeron]: Greetings, m' lady.
[Ariae]: Hello, Sir Faeron.
[Faeron]: So how is life?
[Ariae]: Well, I've been meaning to talk to you about something... I probably won't be on this weekend.
[Faeron]: D: Why?
[Ariae]: I'm going on vacation, but I'll be back next week.
[Faeron]: I will miss you while you are gone. Is there a way we can talk outside of HoW?
Kairi had already decided that she wouldn't be revealing specifics about her "vacation" to anyone except close friends and family, so she gave Faeron the same line she was feeding everyone else. Kairi thought about giving Faeron her phone number, but quickly thought better of it. Maybe just her email. She sent it to him through a private message.
[Ariae]: I sent you my email. I'll have to check it periodically for work while I'm gone so I should be able to catch any messages from you.
[Faeron]: Are you going with Fainn by chance?
[Ariae]: What? Why would I be going with him?
[Faeron]: Well, I just kinda assumed you knew each other in real life with the way you're always together on HoW.
Ah, Kairi thought. This was weird, but maybe it was a fair question? Still... She looked over at her phone. No new messages. She decided to keep her answer simple and to the point. That should help steer the conversation away from Sora and herself.
[Ariae]: Nope.
[Faeron]: I see....
[Ariae]: Is something wrong?
[Faeron]: Umm... Do you like Fainn?
Kairi stopped. She wasn't sure how to respond to Faeron's abrupt question, but she must have waited a second too long because she heard the ping of a message in the clan chat through her headset.
[Faeron]: So you do like him then?
[Ariae]: I don't really want to talk about it.
[Faeron]: I'm sorry. I guess I'm just a little jealous.
[Ariae]: Jealous? Why?
[Faeron]: Because I like you.
[Ariae]: But you don't really know me...
Faeron smiled and kissed your hand.
[Faeron]: I know that you're a kind person. I saw how you helped Mika during the PK fiasco.
[Faeron]: And you like a lot of the same things I do.
[Faeron]: Sorry, did I overstep? You're quiet.
Kairi bit her lip as she wrung her hands in her lap. What could she say? Faeron was really nice. And he was right that they did like a lot of the same things like games and music; however, she felt so much closer to Sora, like she had a connection with him. She was 100% crushing on Sora but a glance at her phone made her wonder if there was even a chance that Sora felt the same way. She had to say something to Faeron though. She couldn't just ignore the fact that he said he liked her.
[Ariae]: I think I'm just surprised. I didn't expect that tonight.
[Faeron]: I understand. We can just continue on as we were. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Let's forget I said anything for now.
[Faeron]: Can I ask you something instead?
[Ariae]: What is it?
[Faeron]: What is your name?
[Ariae]: Kairi.
[Faeron]: Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.
[Ariae]: Now what's your name?
Faeron bowed deeply.
[Faeron]: You can call me L.
[Ariae]: Lol, I only get a letter? I thought we were friends.
Ariae pouts.
[Faeron]: We are! I just don't like my name. All of my friends call me L.
[Ariae]: That makes me feel a bit better then.
This whole conversation sent Kairi's mood spiraling back down the drain. She had hoped hanging out with Faeron, er, L would make her forget that Sora was ignoring her texts, but all it had done was make her feel worse. She decided she'd excuse herself and actually do some cleaning around the house. It was needed especially since she had called a friend to cat sit for the weekend. And she still had some packing to do.
[Ariae]: Well I need to start packing for the trip.
[Faeron]: Have fun. ;) Bye for now, Kairi.
[Ariae]: Bye, L.
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Somewhere else...
They sat back in their chair and grinned, threading their hands behind their head. They would crush Kairi and Sora's hope of being together. If they couldn't make Kairi fall for Faeron, they would just convince Kairi that Sora was terrible, but they needed more time. Maybe they had played their hand a bit too soon by telling her they liked her, but it was too late now. They'd have to reel Kairi back in with Faeron's chivalry act, then drop some damning evidence in her lap. Once Kairi was out of the picture, one way or another, Sora would be all theirs...
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