#lavender & velvet series
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Reap What You Sew
Pairing: Takashi Mitsuya x Original Female Character
Rating: Mature
Word Count: ~5.5k
cw: explicit language, switching POVs (2nd and 3rd person), established relationship, kissing, suggestive, angst, fluff
Summary: A dinner with you, Mitsuya, and your parents quickly goes south. Mitsuya makes a decision that could lead to dire consequences.
Author's Note: Hello everyone, thank you for your patience with this! Heads up, this story is going to reach a pretty dramatic turning point in the next chapter, so be prepared! And with that ominous warning, enjoy lol. Thank you for reading!
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Mitsuya spends the remainder of their date giving his girlfriend a crash-course in the history of the Tokyo Manji Gang, skipping through the boring, less significant details and emphasizing what she absolutely must know. The most important takeaway is that Tetta Kisaki and Shuji Hanma are not to be trusted at all costs.
Since the encounter, the two left the arcade promptly, Mitsuya glaring at the sketchy captains on the way out, who matched his expression with equal vigor. He made sure they weren’t followed to the station and boarded the train, returning to the park where they had previously spent the most amazing day together. He regrets forcing them to the arcade in the first place, wishing they had stayed laying in the grass, blissful in their own little world, away from any potential danger. How could he be so arrogant to think he could keep these two major parts of his life separate? How could he be so careless to let Hana become involved in this?
Sitting on a park bench, she listens, barely interrupting, nodding along to indicate her understanding. She’s now aware of all the players involved, of who she should avoid and who she can trust, including all of Mitsuya’s closest friends. At one point, she asks, “What about Mikey?”
If this was three years ago, at the height of Toman’s regime, Mitsuya would have a confident answer. However, the founder’s current favoritism towards the new captains leaves many open-ended questions for those who’s been loyal to him from the start. Deep down in his heart, however, Mitsuya still believes in Mikey. He chooses his words carefully. “They’re trying to manipulate him, but we’re going to bring him back. We have to get him back.”
Eventually, he suggests befriending Emma Sano and Hinata Tachibana to learn the ins-and-outs of being a girlfriend of a Toman boyfriend. They’ve both managed to succeed in it without harm, for the most part. Maybe the reason for that is because their boyfriends have both put the gang on the backburner to focus on their personal lives, Draken preparing to be a father and Takemitchy preparing for university. Mitsuya even has his own plans for after high school, but he always figured he would be able to balance his responsibilities all at once. Now that he’s a proper boyfriend, can he add that into his already teetering workload without sacrificing what he already has? Or without one collapsing on top of the other?
Mentally drained from explaining as much as he can, there’s a prolonged silence between them as she lets all the information sink in. After what seems like an eternity, she speaks, a slight waver in her voice, though resilient. “Takashi, it’s going to be okay.”
His brows are tight with worry, holding her hand with a firm grip. “How are you so sure? What if they try to hurt you?”
She smiles at him. “Because I’m with you. I’ll always be safe when I’m with you.”
He’s scared, absolutely terrified. But her confidence in him moves him to tears. He blinks them away, grinning at her with as much confidence as he can muster. “I’ll keep you safe, Hana. I promise you.”
This is one promise he swears to himself he won’t break.
~~~
A week after your date, your parents put the pieces together and ask you straight up. “Are you and Mitsuya dating?” It’s your mother who poses the question, your father still as uncomfortable with the subject as he was the morning you announced that you were hanging out with a boy.
The three of you are eating dinner, about finished with the meal on your plate. You almost choke on the last bite, surprised by her very correct accusation. Clearing your throat, you answer honestly. “Yes.”
Your dad makes a strangled nose in his throat, clearly shocked. Maybe he was hoping with all his might that the answer would be no, or that you’d lie about it. Ignorance is bliss, after all. Your mother isn’t quite as keen on playing dumb. She’s noticed the change in your demeanor, the pep in your step, the sound of your hushed voice through the thin walls, speaking to Takashi well into the night on the phone. She doesn’t miss these things. A mother’s intuition never fails. She studies you carefully, almost challenging. “We should invite him over for dinner.”
You know better than to argue with her, so you agree. The next time his mom isn’t working a night shift, that’s when he’ll come for dinner. It’s been decided.
It’s a Wednesday night when he arrives to your house, dressed in a lavender buttoned-up shirt and black slacks, a colorful bouquet of spring flowers in his hands, smiling wide when you open the door to greet him. His hair is swept back more than usual, gelled and parted to the side, his effort to make a good impression evident. You want to give him a kiss, giddy at his appearance, though you decide against any form of physical affection throughout the night, assuming it wouldn’t be a good look in front of your parents.
He removes his shoes, laying them next to yours on the rack, giving you a sly wink before walking with you into the kitchen, where your parents are putting the finishing touches on their homemade dinner. “Mitsuya, good evening. Thank you for coming,” you mother says, wiping her hands on the front of her apron. She nudges your father, who’s surly near the stove, arms crossed over his chest. He sniffs, avoiding his gaze while he mutters, “Yes, hello.”
Takashi bows, holding out the bouquet when he stands up straight. “Thank you for inviting me, Mrs. Shimizu. Mr. Shimizu. It’s an honor to be here with you tonight to share this wonderful meal. I brought these flowers for you.”
Your mom accepts them, smiling politely. “These are lovely. Thank you. I’ve got the perfect place for them. Honey, go ahead and show your boyfriend to the table. Dinner will be ready soon.”
Your father makes a noise, somewhere between a disgruntled huff and an incredulous laugh. You’re unsure how he feels about this whole situation and you pray that he doesn’t grill Takashi too hard tonight. You’re confident in your boyfriend that he will be his authentic, good-natured self and that your parents will learn to like him just as much as you do. You take your seat at the table, Takashi right beside you. Under the surface, hidden from view, he reaches for your hand, squeezing you gently until your parents join you. Your mother sets the flowers in a vase at the center, adding a splash of color to the setting.
Tonight’s dinner is glazed miso salmon with white rice and steamed vegetables. Takashi admires the meal with sparkling eyes. “This is incredible, Mrs. Shimizu!”
She waves him off. “Oh, this is nothing, dear.”
“It’s definitely something,” he beams, picking up his chopsticks to dig in. “My mom can’t even make rice without burning it.”
She giggles. “So who does the cooking at home, then?”
“Me. I only know how to make the basics for me and my sisters. Hana here has significantly improved our instant ramen by adding fresh ingredients, which is genius. My sisters love her recipe,” he brags, glancing at you.
“That’s nice to hear. Anyways, help yourself.”
Altogether, you clap your hands. “Thank you for the food!”
There’s a moment of silence while the four of you begin eating, only the tap of utensils on ceramic plates to occupy the silence. Takashi takes a of bite, commenting, “It’s delicious, Mrs. Shimizu.”
“Oh good. If you’d like, I can give you the recipe. Something new for you and your sisters to try at your house,” she offers.
“I’d love that. Thank you.”
Your father suddenly speaks, startling the rest of you. “So, Mitsuya. That bike of yours. Do you have a license to drive that thing?”
You clench your jaw, nervous about the interrogation that’s about to occur between your father and your boyfriend. Takashi wipes his mouth with a napkin, clearing his throat, giving him his full attention. “Yes, sir. I’ve had my license since I was sixteen.”
Your father raises a brow at him, elbows propped on the surface, hands in prayer, tapping his fingertips to his chin. “Do you enjoy riding it? Seems dangerous if you ask me.”
You almost mutter, Nobody asked you, but you resist the temptation, stuffing your mouth with fish to prevent yourself from blurting anything out. Takashi seems to be handling well, explaining, “I only go the speed limit, sir. And I wear a helmet every time I ride, so it’s pretty safe.”
“And you’ve driven Hana on your motorbike several times already, haven’t you?” His brows are tight, scrutinizing and intimidating.
“Yes, I have. She has her own helmet and I’m very cautious when she’s with me. Her safety is my top priority. It always will be.”
Your father hums, and you hope you’ve gotten past the worst of it, not expecting him to bring out the big guns. However, you soon find out that it’s far from over. “Are you in one of those biker gangs?”
“Dad!” you cry out, cheeks hot.
Even your mom interjects. “Honey!”
He doesn’t waver, waiting for Takashi’s answer. “Well?”
The smile on your boyfriend’s face drops, his expression more serious when he replies, “Yes, sir. I’m in the Tokyo Manji Gang.” He stutters a bit while adding, “I was one of the founding members.”
As if he cracked the code, your father nods, smirking in a wicked manner. “I’ve heard about them. I noticed your jacket a few times whenever you dropped my daughter off. Don’t think I didn’t do my research on you. I’m aware of your little gang, all the havoc you’ve caused throughout the years.” Your mom calls him by his first name, urging him to stop. He doesn’t relent.
“I understand your concerns, sir. I won’t deny that I’ve been involved with violence in the past. But I’ve changed a lot since then. I don’t like fighting, I never have. I want a life outside of the gang, and I think I’m on my way there.”
“Oh? How so?”
“Well, I want to be a fashion designer. I’m quite handy when it comes to sewing.”
“Are you planning on going to a university?”
“Vocational school. After graduation, I’ll be taking a year off to work at a local tailor to save some money for tuition. I’m applying to a school nearby, so that I can be here for my family. And for Hana.” He glances at you, smiling. You reach for him, holding his hand.
Your father leans forward on the table, intrigued. “So, you’re aware that Hana is attending a university here in Tokyo.”
“Yes, I am, sir. And I know she’s going to study to be a teacher.”
“Yes, that’s right. That means she cannot afford any distractions from her studies.”
Takashi places his palm over his chest. “I’ll make sure nothing gets in her way of that.”
“You misunderstand. Boyfriends are a distraction.”
This time, you do interrupt. “Dad, Takashi hasn’t been a distraction for me so far, and he will never be a distraction. He helps me, he supports me. I’m happier because of him.”
His voice is stern as he bangs a fist on a table, frustrated. “This boy is trouble. It doesn’t matter what he does in his spare time. Sewing, babysitting, I don’t care. At the end of the day, he’s a gang member. A delinquent. A punk.”
Tears well in your eyes, skin prickling with anger. Takashi gazes at his lap, at a loss for words. “How can you be so prejudiced?” you argue. “You don’t even know Takashi, yet you’re judging him. He’s been nothing but kind and sweet to me. It doesn’t matter to me that he’s in a gang, he’s important to me, and I won’t let you belittle him like this!”
He stands up, throwing his napkin on the table, pointing his finger at you. “You are naïve, Hana! Disillusioned by this silly little fantasy of yours. I won’t let you ruin your life for someone like him. I just won’t!”
You’re on your feet, matching his expression. “I’m an adult. I can make my own decisions. You can’t tell me what to do!”
“Hana.” Takashi’s voice is quiet, the slightest tremble in it. He tugs on your wrist, urging you to calm down. “It’s okay.”
“No it’s not!” you whine, cheeks wet with your tears.
Takashi stands with you, taking a deep breath, directing his words towards your father. “You’re right. I am a gang member, a delinquent, a punk. It’s all true. There was a time that I would risk life and limb for the gang. I almost did after getting my skull fractured by a metal pipe in a fight. My mother and sisters were terrified, thinking they lost me.”
He swallows hard, looking at you with a small smile on his face. “And now with Hana in my life, I’m surer than ever what I need to do. I’m going to leave Toman. For good.”
~~~
It’s Friday night and Mitsuya sits in Draken’s kitchen, a devoured bowl of his friend’s homemade curry in front of him. Emma and Hana are inside the guest bedroom, which is slowly transforming into a nursery. He can hear his girlfriend’s sweet laughter at Emma’s weekly work drama while they assemble a crib that the expecting couple recently purchased. They had met no more than two hours ago, though it seems like they’ve already become fast friends.
Mitsuya finishes recounting the drama from over a week ago. Draken stands up on the other side of the table, collecting the dirty dishes and carrying them to the sink. “So, what did the old man say after that?”
“Nothing. He ate the rest of the meal in silence. Her mom started rambling about some other stuff to lighten the mood and that was it.” He checks behind him on the two ladies, making sure they can’t hear him. In a hushed voice, he adds, “Hana hasn’t really spoken to him much since then. She said it’ll fizzle out eventually.”
“Ah, I see.” Draken lets the water run, soaking the bowls. “Do you really mean it?”
“What?”
“Leaving Toman.”
There’s a heavy pause while he thoroughly contemplates his response. “Yeah, I do.”
At the time he announced it, his entire body was buzzing with emotion. It slipped out of his mouth before he realized what he was actually saying. As the days passed, the more confidence he has gained about his decision. All the dreams he has for his future no longer revolve around Toman. And while he wants to remain loyal to his friends, his brothers, he figures he can do that without being involved in the gang anymore. He’s long grown tired of the unnecessary violence and drama.
“Wow,” Draken responds, whistling through his teeth. “Good for you, Taka.”
“How about you?” Mitsuya gets up, leaning against the counter, watching his friend. “Do you ever think about leaving?”
Draken focuses on scrubbing the dishes with a sponge. “Of course I do. But I can’t do that to Mikey.”
“Am I a bad friend?”
Draken stops the faucet, wiping his hands dry on a dish towel, turning to face him. He places a hand on his shoulder. “Not one bit. You should be happy. If this is something you have to do, then do it. You’ll always have our support. Me, Emma, and little Ken Junior.”
It takes a beat to realize his last words. “Wait, Ken Junior?”
Draken beams at him. “Yeah. We’re having a boy.”
They hug, Mitsuya patting Draken’s back extra hard, so excited that his cheeks hurt from smiling, tears welling in his eyes. “Fucking Ken Junior, holy shit.”
Draken sniffles, squeezing him in a tight embrace. “KJ, for short. Emma thinks it’s cute.”
They break apart, laughing. “It is. Does Mikey know?”
“Not yet. Emma finally managed to convince him to come over for dinner next Friday before the Toman meeting. Maybe you should come to, so you can leverage your bad news with our good news,” he jokes.
“That’s not a bad idea.” A lightbulb shines in his mind, remembering what he overhead a couple of weeks ago at the arcade. “I almost forgot, I have something else to tell you.”
After recapping the incident with Kisaki and Hanma, Draken stares at him, uneasy. “Are you sure they said that?”
“Positive. They’re trying to take out Mikey.” Admitting it out loud has Mitsuya’s throat dry, the seriousness of it all creating a sense of dread in his chest. This feeling hasn’t left since that day. Voice trembling, he adds, “They also threatened Hana.”
Draken huffs. “Sons of bitches. I always knew they were scheming. I don’t know why Mikey even trusted them to begin with. We have to tell him. Who knows when they’re gonna go through with it? Could be today, could be tomorrow.”
“I don’t think it’d be random. Kisaki is trying to work his way up, get as close to Mikey as possible. Maybe even take over your spot.”
“Mikey’s too smart to fall for that,” Draken states, dismissing the very idea of it.
“I don’t know,” Mitsuya ponders, biting his lip. “Kisaki is in his good graces right now after all that shit with the Leviathans.”
With more conviction, Draken says, “It takes a lot more than that for Mikey to truly trust people. He probably already suspects Kisaki’s true intentions. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. He’s always been a big believer in that.”
Having known Mikey for years, ever since they all first founded Toman together, Mitsuya reconsiders the current situation. Could Mikey’s icy behavior towards his real friends be part of a more elaborate plan to foil Kisaki and Hanma? Is it all an act to test the gang’s loyalties to him and to Toman? After all, their fearless leader has always been one for dramatics. “So should we tell him?”
“We’ll wait until Friday,” Draken suggests. “He’ll want to make a big show out of it, in front of everyone. Have dinner with us and tell Mikey everything, even the stuff about you wanting to quit. Yeah, he might be a little pissed, but once we tell him about Kisaki, he’ll have his fun and feel better.” He smiles at him reassuringly. “Mikey cares for you. We all do. Not because you’re in Toman. Because you’re you.”
Mitsuya’s been contemplating all week long about what he truly wants to do when it comes to his future. It’s terrifying to take that leap outside of what he grew up with and into the unknown. Sure, it’s easy to think that leaving the gang life is easy. For him, Toman has been his comfort. Brothers who protected him, supported him, even when his own family couldn’t. It was exciting, an escape from his less-than-glamorous life.
He doesn’t need that anymore. He has Hana and being in love with her is just as thrilling. The surge of adrenaline that rushes through him each time he touches her, kisses her, hears her voice. He has someone who loves him for all that he is, someone who will continue to love him no matter what. His fellow twin dragon reassuring him is exactly what he needs to solidify his decision. It’s time to move on.
~~~
There’s a palpable tension in the air as you walk into Takashi’s home, fully aware that you’re alone with one another the rest of the night. It’s the first time in a while that your boyfriend’s mother doesn’t have to work on the weekend, so she took this opportunity to bring the girls to their grandparents. Takashi was extended an invitation of course; he declined, wanting to spend some much-needed alone time with you. You’re nervous about staying the night with him though you can’t deny it any longer that you’ve been thinking about this next step in your relationship.
The same genuine smile is on his face when he welcomes you in with a big hug. “Hi,” he greets, kissing you. You drop your bag to wrap your arms around him, melting into his lips. The jitters you had on the way here soon fade as you relax into his embrace. You could stay like this forever, given the chance. He pulls away, cupping your cheek lovingly. “The pizza should be coming soon. Do you want to put your stuff in my room?”
You nod in response, watching him grab your bag, heart racing once more while he leads you by the hand into his bedroom. You’ve been in here before, but never like this. Never with the preface of something more intimate happening, and soon. You still haven’t spoken a single word to him and he senses your trepidation. “Are you okay?” he asks, concerned.
Unconvincing, you reply, “Yeah.”
“Are you sure?” He plops down at the edge of the bed, patting the spot beside him.
You sit, hands on your lap, twiddling your thumbs. “I’m a little nervous.”
He holds you, lacing his fingers with yours. “About what?”
You face him. “This.”
Understanding, he leans closer, nuzzling his nose to yours. “I’m nervous too. But you know what? You and I have all the time in the world. We can go at whatever pace we’re both comfortable with. If that means tonight, great. If that means years from now, that’s great too. I just want to be with you, like this.” He brings your hand up to his lips, kissing along your knuckles.
Your heart swells in your chest, not from nerves this time. “I want to be with you too.”
There’s a slight hitch in his voice before he whispers, “I love you, Hana.” He swallows thickly, repeating himself more surely, gazing into your eyes. “I love you.”
It slips from your mouth easily, naturally. “I love you too, Takashi.” It’s a sentiment that’s been lingering on the tip of your tongue for a while now, and you’re relieved to finally let it out. Ecstatic that he feels the same way as you.
You and Takashi eat pizza on the couch, laughing over silly stories until there are tears in your eyes and your stomachs hurt in the best way possible. After dinner, you get ready for bed, Takashi gushing about how adorable you are in your pajamas, scooting to one side of the bed to make room for you, instantly cuddling you once you’re in. Moonlight streams dimly through his window, enough for you to see the soothing lavender in his eyes as the two of you stay up a few more hours talking about anything and everything.
It gets close, almost too close. Chaste kisses that leave the both of you breathless and clearly aroused. Lingering touches, grazes of bare skin, I love you chanted over and over again. But you don’t consummate your relationship tonight. Instead, you fall asleep snuggled together, completely committed to one another for the rest of your lives. And somehow, this seems more intimate than anything else.
~~~
Another week passes and Mitsuya finds himself once again at Draken’s for dinner on a Friday night. However, the setting is a bit different than usual: the notoriously absent and distant Mikey Sano has joined them.
The obviously tension is quickly dismissed when Emma makes her important announcement to her brother, who reacts accordingly. After being cold and lifeless to those around him, Mikey sheds his frigid demeanor and cracks the first genuine smile they’ve all seen from him in months. “A baby?” he repeats, almost in disbelief, studying his sister’s tummy, which is starting to show signs of pregnancy.
“A baby boy, Mikey. You’re going to have a nephew!” she says, tearing up. She holds out the sonogram to him.
Mikey laughs softly, shaking his head, inspecting the picture. “I can’t believe my little sister is going to have a baby. And with this guy of all people,” he jokes, pointing at the man beside him.
“Hey!” Draken yelps, shoving his arm playfully. “I’ve been doing a damn good job so far providing for your pregnant sister while you’ve been off gallivanting with the Leviathans.”
Mikey’s expression sullens, realizing how accurate that is. “You’re right. I should have been here for you, Emma. I’m sorry. I’ve just been busy.”
“Busy with what?” Draken prods, focusing his attention on him. “Come on, Mikey. We’re your friends. Your family. You can talk to us.”
He runs his fingers through his hair, taking his time to ultimately ignore him and deflect the attention to someone else. “What’s Mitsuya doing here anyways? Don’t tell me he’s gotten someone pregnant too.”
Mitsuya’s alarmed at the sudden spotlight. Chuckling nervously, he replies, “No one else is pregnant, don’t worry.”
“Though he did snag himself a sweetheart, didn’t you, Takashi?” Emma nudges him, grinning.
“Oh?” Mikey raises a brow, curious.
He waves them off, embarrassed. “Yeah, that’s true, but that’s not why I’m here.” He clears his throat, ready to explain. “Mikey, there’s something you should know about Kisaki and Hanma.”
Mikey listens intently as he recalls the incident from a couple of weeks ago, fresh in his memory. He doesn’t interrupt and his expression remains neutral. When he’s done, Mikey sits in silence, processing this new information carefully. Eventually, he utters a single word. “Interesting.”
Draken’s face contorts into a grimace, unsatisfied with his friend’s reaction, or lack thereof. “That’s all you have to say?”
Mikey shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest. “What else should I say?”
“Kisaki is trying to get rid of you. Aren’t you upset?” Mitsuya asks, bothered by his cavalier attitude.
He smirks. “Did you really think I wouldn’t catch on to that motherfucker’s plan?”
Draken barks a laugh, slapping Mikey’s back jovially. “I knew it! I fucking knew it! Didn’t I tell you, Mitsuya?!”
Mitsuya relaxes, smiling at the two of them. “So you knew about Kisaki this whole time?”
“The Leviathans aren’t as loyal to him as he thinks they are,” Mikey explains.
“Why didn’t you tell us?”
“I wasn’t sure who to trust. At first,” he answers.
Draken raises his voice. “You doubted us? After everything we’ve been through –”
“I know. I know, Draken.” His gaze lingers on the sonogram of his soon-to-be-nephew. “It took a while to come back to my senses, but I did. I’m sorry.”
“What about Emma? Why have you been ignoring her?”
Mikey gulps loudly, staring directly at his sister. “I wanted to protect you, so I distanced myself. I didn’t want Kisaki or Hanma thinking I was close to you.” He reaches out to hold her hand. “I’m sorry.”
Emma sniffs, wiping tears away from her eyes with her free hand. “It’s okay, Mikey. I’m just happy to have you back.”
“I promise I’ll be around more, for you and the baby,” he says, smiling at her.
Mitsuya’s chest is heavy with emotion, happy to see his friend has returned to his normal self, anxious about the news that’s been weighing on his mind lately. He doesn’t want to put a damper on this joyous moment, but Draken doesn’t give him much of a choice when he announces, “Mitsuya has something else he wants to tell you.”
Mikey focuses his attention once more on him. “What is it, Takashi?”
He takes a deep breath, trying not to let his nerves prevent him from doing this. “I’m leaving Toman.”
Mikey blinks at him several times, processing, then his expression softens. “Is this because of this new sweetheart of yours?”
“It’s not just her,” Mitsuya explains. “It’s time for me to move on. Pursue my dreams of becoming a fashion designer. I can’t do that if I’m active in the gang.” He looks down at his lap, avoiding whatever reaction is on Mikey’s face. “I’m sorry.”
It’s silent for a few moments and Mitsuya is convinced that his friend is ready to shun him for the rest of his life. When he hears his soft voice, he looks up, relieved that he isn’t yelling or glaring daggers into his soul. “You don’t have to apologize, Takashi. It’s alright.”
“It is?”
“Of course it is. We’re brothers. I’ll support you no matter what you decide. And if that means leaving Toman, so be it. It’s tough losing another founding member, but if this is what’s best for you, I have no choice but to be okay with it.” He grins at the picture in front of him. “Besides, there will be a new little one coming soon. Who knows? He could be my successor.”
Emma giggles nervously, not fond of the idea. “Let’s hold off on that for a while longer, shall we?”
It’s almost too good to be true, the way the stars have aligned just right for Mitsuya. His dreams are this much closer to becoming a reality. He’s got everyone in his corner with his entire future ahead of him, brighter and more tangible than it’s ever been before.
With everything finally out in the open, they’re able to enjoy a relaxing meal, courtesy of Draken, who cooks a delicious dinner for them. Mikey catches up with Emma and Draken on their journey to become parents and Mitsuya shares in small detail about his serious relationship with Hana.
When they’re done, the three men ride out together towards the shrine, nostalgia hitting Mitsuya hard and directly in his heart. This very well may be the last time he rides with them like this. It’s almost enough to change his mind about leaving. Almost. They’re no longer kids anymore, and he’s learned to be okay with that.
They have a vague idea of how Mikey’s going to proceed with Kisaki and Hanma, but of course, there’s always something unexpected when it comes to Mikey. After the usual announcements, he calls out for the two to join him front and center. They’re surprised by the unexpected attention, unsure what Mikey could possibly be recognizing them for.
Mikey’s voice is calm at first. “I want to take this moment to recognize these two, Shuji Hanma and Tetta Kisaki. I trusted them to infiltrate the Leviathans and they did so successfully.” There’s a hesitant round of applause from the confused crowd.
Mitsuya notices the obvious buzz coming from the Leviathans gathered near the back but resists the urge to turn around to inspect. Takemitchy nudges him, whispering, “What’s going on?”
“You’ll see,” Mitsuya responds.
Mikey continues. “Most of you may not know this, but I’ve grown a bit closer to the Leviathans myself. I wanted to gain their trust, since we were previously rivals. You see, trust is very important to me and very important to Toman. It’s one of the foundations that keeps a brotherhood together, don’t you agree, Kisaki?”
Kisaki’s shoves his glasses up his nose, suspicious of what’s happening. He nods, silently agreeing with him.
Mikey’s voice gets louder. “That’s why when someone breaks my trust, it’s hard for me to look pass that.” He directs his attention to Kisaki, eyes narrowing. “Isn’t that right, Kisaki?”
Hanma interjects, rolling his eyes, impatient with all the banter. “What the hell is this about, Mikey?”
“I’m expelling you both from the gang. Your Toman memberships are revoked immediately.”
There’s a collection of gasps and chatter, mostly everyone surprised by the sudden expulsion of the two captains who were previously praised just weeks before. Draken remains calm next to Mikey, occasionally glancing at Hanma, who flashes a creepy smile on his face, unfazed.
Kisaki yells, “What?! You can’t be serious!”
“Does this sound like a joke to you?” Mikey replies, stone-cold.
Kisaki throws his hands up in the air, outraged. “What did I do?”
Mikey walks up to him, nearly nose-to-nose. “You know what you did. Did you really think you could plot to take me out without anyone warning me about it first? Who do you think you are? Have you forgotten who I am?”
“I never did anything like that!” he argues, desperation laced in his tone. “You’re going to trust these nobodies instead of me?! I joined Toman to help you, Mikey. Everything I do is for your sake. Together, we can make Toman the most powerful gang in all of Tokyo. You need me!”
Mikey grabs him by the collar roughly. “I don’t need any part of you. I never have. Now get out of my sight.” He let’s go of him, waiting for them to leave. People from the crowd shout their support of Mikey’s decision, subsequently adding in their malice towards the two ex-Toman members. Hanma has yet to react properly to the situation, seemingly finding this entire altercation amusing, an eerie smirk on his face with his hands stuffed inside his pockets. When they refuse to leave, four burly brothers escort them out. Kisaki is in hysterics, continuing to blab on and on about how much Toman is going to suffer without him.
Hanma finally speaks when he passes by Mitsuya. “You’re going to regret this,” he threatens loudly to no one in particular, yet Mitsuya has this awful sense that it may be towards him. He bursts into a maniacal cackle as he’s shoved towards the exit, his wicked laughter still ringing in Mitsuya’s ear even when they’re completely gone.
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crossing the line | one | kmg
pairing: mingyu x fem!reader
genre: smut, fluff (ish)
word count: 1.6k
warnings: smut (18+), minors do not interact, kissing, a little bit of dirty talking, swearing.
a/n: this is something new i'm trying so i'm still a little insecure about it. a huge thanks to @ressonancee for putting up with my shit while i wrote this. if you filled the form to get tagged in my fics but was not tagged for this one, it means that you are either a minor or i didn't find your age anywhere in your blog.
part two
this is part of my new series, seventeen as songs from lover (ts)
Mingyu ➝ Paper Rings
I hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this
↳ Mingyu had always been your best friend and that line had never been crossed before, then, one day, you woke up naked ion his bed with a vivid memory of the previous night.
Even before opening your eyes, you already knew you weren't in your bed. The mattress was a little too soft, the sheets not all the velvet feeling you were used to, and the smell didn't remind you of lavender like your room did. Above all that, the hand possessively holding onto your thigh was definitely not yours.
Without looking, you knew it was Mingyu by your side.
Peeking under the covers wasn't necessary but you wanted to make sure. Yep, naked.
You weren't drunk the night before and hadn't gotten even close to it. Although it was true that you couldn’t drink a lot, half a beer wasn’t enough to get you drunk. If anything, you had never been sober. It was a completely conscious choice to have sex with Mingyu.
"Why were you flirting so much with Soonyoung?" Mingyu had asked, while you were looking for your phone.
"We always kind of flirt when he gets drunk" the answer had left your lips mindlessly because it was the truth.
Drunk Soonyoung was cute, sometimes bubbly, sometimes a crying mess. But all times flirty. You never flirted when he was sober, though.
"Today was a little too much, don't you think?"
Mingyu followed you around his apartment, to his bedroom, arms crossed over his chest, his brows forming a frown. You turned around and walked to him, pulling his arms down to his sides.
"What is it with you today?" you asked softly, running your thumb over his eyebrows until the frown was gone "You've been really grumpy"
Mingyu sighed, his hands on your hips. You became too aware of the height difference between the two of you, of the way his body leaned down on yours. Mingyu had always been touchy, always. But the way his hands were sitting on your hips, his fingers lightly pressing your skin over the fabric of your dress was different.
Mingyu dropped his forehead to your shoulder, and your hand naturally went to his neck, caressing his hair.
"I think I'm going crazy" he whined.
Laughing you poked at his ribs with your free hand.
"You are a little crazy"
You felt as if your heart was going to combust at any second. Mingyu's touch on your waist became a little tighter, the tips of his fingers digging into your skin. It felt good, way too good.
Like a feather, Mingyu pressed his lips to the skin of your shoulder, where it connected with your neck.
"What are you doing?" you whispered.
He simply hummed and continued to kiss your shoulder, now lightly sucking on your skin. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but just enough to drive you insane.
It would be a lie to say that you never thought of Mingyu as more than just your handsome friend. The guy was attractive and he knew that, and capitalized well on the fact. So once, or twice, you allowed your mind to drift to that place, of him kissing you like you had seen him do with other girls. But the reality of it was incomparable to any dream or thought you might have had. Each little kiss from Mingyu gave you sent little tingles through your body.
"Mingyu, we drank today" you finally managed to push out.
Mingyu immediately pulled away from you, his eyes searching yours, both hands now on your face. He wanted to cross many lines with you but not if you were drunk.
"Fuck, I'm sorry" he pressed his forehead to yours for a second, before giving you a quick kiss "Let me drive you back"
The only reason why Mingyu even thought of initiating something with you was because he didn't see you drink at all. It was sort of an understanding between you two that if Soonyoung and Chan were around neither of you would drink because they could get out of control.
When Mingyu started to pull away, when you no longer felt his hands on you, a weird sense of emptiness started to spread over you. You held his hand, your eyes never leaving his. You could hardly blame your actions on the half beer you drank five hours before.
"If we do this," you said carefully, low voice "It's a one-time kind of thing. Tomorrow morning we go back to what we are"
"You just said you're drunk"
"Listen to me" you pulled his face close to yours, the deep red of your nails contrasting with his tanned skin "I drank half a beer before Soonyoung and Chan even got here. This is your only chance, either take it or drive me home"
Mingyu didn't need to be told twice. In a second you pressed against the wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he delved back into your neck. Long gone were the soft kisses. The man was pure hunger.
He nibbled your jaw as his hand caressed the side of your breast.
"I always knew you wanted me" he smirked against your skin.
Finally, his lips found yours. All patient Mingyu was a distant memory as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, demanding control.
You were all too pleased to give it to him.
Mingyu walked back, hands on your ass, never breaking this kiss. He had waited years for a chance with you, there was no way he'd waste a single second of your touch.
"I'm going to take my sweet time with you," he said, dropping you in his bed.
You smirked, pulling your hair away from your face.
"I don't think you can" you eyed the bulge in his sweats "I mean, you're hard just from kissing"
Mingyu had always been big but his new obsession with the gym was paying off. His arms had gotten huge and his shoulders larger than before. You didn't look away as he pulled his shirt over his head and his pants down.
Without a word Mingyu kneeled on the bed, slowly, teasingly, running his fingers over your legs. You whimpered when he finally touched your thighs, making him smile again.
"You talk a big game but I'm sure of what I’ll find”
Mingyu kissed your inner thighs, goosebumps erupting in your skin. He didn’t take his eyes off you for a second. He knew where he was going without needing to look at you. Like he had somehow memorized your body.
Ever so slowly, he pulled the hem of your dress up. You almost wanted to groan at the fact that you didn’t put on your nice, sexy, lingerie. Instead, you had body shorts on. Mingyu didn’t seem to mind one bit though, as he kissed every bit of skin that was exposed while he pulled your panties down.
“God, why are you so slow?” you complained, pulling your dress over your head “If you’re going to eat me out, just eat me out”
You couldn’t help but squirm under Mingyu, desperate for him to touch where you needed him the most. It was embarrassing to admit that you were already worked up from the little he had given you. The small gasp that left your lips, followed by a moan, once he finally pressed his fingers against your clit, was the last tug at any self-restraint Mingyu still had.
“Dripping for me,” he said
Then he reached for the drawer, pulled it open, and took a condom out.
“All of this teasing and you’re really not gonna suck me?” you complained, sliding down on the bed, rubbing yourself on his thigh desperate for any sort of friction.
“I will, baby” he kissed you, while kicking his boxers off and rolling the condom on “but I think both of us will die if I don’t fuck you already”
Without a warning, Mingyu pushed into you. A mix of a moan and a gasp left your lips as he filled you completely. He nested his head on the crock of your neck, sucking harshly on the skin, at the same time you dug your snail into his back.
He moved at a steady pace at first, long slow strokes that hit you in all the right places. You pulled his face to yours. There was something in his eyes, completely different but not something you could afford to read into at the moment.
“Mingyu, fuck” you moaned “Harder”
With his lips on yours, one hand on your hip to keep in place, and the other above your head, Mingyu increased his pace. His kisses were frantic, matching the way the rest of his body moved.
“Please, tell me you’re close” he begged against your lips “I need you to cum, baby”
You nodded, eyes shut, as you felt your insides grow tight with the build-up of your orgasm. Mingyu chased his high too, his thrusts getting sloppy.
He held your body to his, painting over your chest as your body shook with pleasure. He never stopped kissing you, you noticed. Even after it was over, both of your bodies covered in sweat, he was still dropping kisses all over you.
“Give me two minutes,” he said once he managed to recover his breath, the most charming smile on his face “and I’ll eat you out.”
You laughed and pushed his face away.
“You don’t have it in you”
Running a hand through your hair you looked at Mingyu, still deep in his sleep by your side. He kept his promise, more than once actually.
It was a bad idea, to sleep with Mingyu. You knew that. He was your friend. Had been for years. Mingyu was the one you turned to when things got hard, when you needed comforting, or sometimes just someone to knock some sense into you.
You didn’t want anything to change between you any further than it had already had.
With that in mind, you pulled his hand from your thigh and got up. You collected your clothes from the floor and left his room, and apartment altogether.
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The Best Kind of Hunt🐣💍
Miguel O'Hara x gn!Reader S/O
Synopsis: Easter Egg hunt with Miguel, this will be part 1 of my Easter proposal mini series🐰💍💝 (these are all separate, unrelated stories but each one has a happy ending and cute twist) You don't have to celebrate Easter to enjoy the story. 💜
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CW: lightly suggestive at the end, otherwise just fluffy ☁️ word count 1.1k
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This was the last time you would ever let Miguel hide eggs for Easter egg hunts. He hid them a little too well. It was a rainy Easter Sunday and you decided to have a mini hunt in your apartment, but it was getting a little ridiculous. He'd hide them in places like the top shelf of the pantry that you couldn't reach behind the tall canister of flour that you couldn't even see. This man was making you work for it.
So far, you were impressed with the little goodies he put into each one. Some of them had little $20 bills rolled up with a little lavender bow around it, perfect to stow away later for your nails appointments or iced coffee runs. Others had your favorite candies, chocolates, caramels, or little folded up notes that had things that he loved about you on them.
Something about today felt different. As you read each note from him you felt your heart swell more and more with adoration for this sweet man you could call your own. Looking at him with glistening eyes as you whispered,
"Thank you baby, that's so sweet..."
And he just gave you his signature shy smile that you loved so much and a soft peck on the lips in return. "Of course baby...keep looking, there's more."
It was going on nearly two hours and you had found all but one egg. You were starting to get antsy. It was starting to be so frustrating, it was almost comical with how well he hid this one. You looked over and Miguel was just leaning against the kitchen counter in his sweater and dress pants, eyes of scarlet smirking at you through his large framed glasses. He was too handsome to stay mad at for long. He let out a small chuckle at your exhausted expression, your Easter basket nearly full to brim with the colorful plastic eggs.
"Alright, alright...I'll help you, c'mon..."
He takes you by the hand and leads you towards your bedroom. You notice his hand is a little clammy as you take it, and your heart starts to hammer a little quicker in your chest. Something's up. Miguel could be romantic, sure, but this was a little out of the ordinary. He was dialing up the mystery and the loving gestures today. But why?
Your mouth falls open when you walk into your bedroom. While you were hunting for eggs in the kitchen and living room, he placed a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers in the middle of your bed. A lump forms in your throat when you lean over, noticing the bouquet is surrounded by tons of printed out photographs of you two. From vacations you went on, meals you shared together, selfies of you holding his face in that silly bored expression of his as you planted a kiss on his cheek, some of the glamor shots of you two all dressed up from that one time you actually forced him to get professional pictures done by someone, impressed with how well he cleaned up and photogenic he could be when he wasn't fighting the camera.
The sight behind you nearly makes you fall over as you slowly turn around. There he is, down on one knee. His hands shaky as he carefully opens the final large, purple egg with a small black velvet box inside. Your mouth falls open
He gingerly opens the small box, revealing a gorgeous emerald cut engagement ring. He's looking at you with a nervous smile that only grows wider when he sees your tears of joy.
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"Baby...what's this...?" You cry softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed when your emotions render your knees weak. Miguel hums and scoots closer to you, hugging you around your torso as you bury your cheek in his hair, your shoulders shaking with pure elation.
"I love you..." Miguel says softly, holding you. You can't help but notice he's shaking too. "I should be the nervous one, cariño..." He presses a kiss onto each of your soft cheeks, catching your loose tears on his lips. "Today is a happy day..."
He takes a deep breath, and brings his fingers underneath your chin, his tone becoming more serious and hushed as he looks you in the eyes. He says your full name, slowly. First, middle, if any, and last.
"I don't want to go another day without you. Out of the trillions of dimensions that exist, I thank whatever higher power brought you to me. Thank you for making me the happiest man alive in this one..."
You gasp, clasping a hand around your mouth and shutting your eyes, as though this moment was too perfect to possibly be real, expecting to wake up still in bed when you open your eyes, but you don't. Every bit of this is real. This happiness that you only saw in movies and read about. Somehow or other, it found you. It was time to seize it with both hands. This beautiful soul before you who you loved so much.
"Mi alma...¿Te casas conmigo? (My soul, will you marry me) Miguel asks softly. Gentle and sweet, you could die in this moment as long as his voice saying those beautiful 5 words would be the final thing you took with you.
All you can say at this point is, "Yes." A relieved and blissful smile breaks out across Miguel's face. He thought he loved you before, but it turns out it was only scratching the surface. As he slips the ring on your finger and sweeps you off your feet, the love between you has surpassed any threshold that existed before, this excitement and beauty of this moment simply can't be replicated. Truly some of the best of what life has to offer: finding and marrying the love of one's life.
You two just sit there and kiss one another for the longest time, pulling away every so often to drink in the other's features. His thumb running tenderly along your bottom lip as he murmurs how beautiful you are, the tips of your fingers massaging themselves into his dark hair, as though you could transfer a fraction of the affection you felt for him though your touch alone into that beautiful mind of his.
You lean in for another kiss, and he eagerly returns it, moving his plump lips against yours in equal fervor, following your lead when you prettily moan into his open mouth, letting his tongue softly slide into yours. Your kisses and touches deepen, lingering for a second longer, moving underneath your clothes, the feeling getting a little warmer.
Forever is only getting started as the gorgeous stone of your ring on your left hand brightly shimmers, the Easter afternoon melting into blissful quiet as you and Miguel take this time to enjoy one another as the world outside turns a vibrant green from the Spring showers.
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The Viper’s Bride - ch 3
Oberyn Martell x female reader x Ellaria Sand x OC
Co-written with @absurdthirst
The second Prince of Dorne has lived under the illusion that he would not be forced to wed for his entire life. He has enough lovers and illegitimate children to make him a legend across Westeros, and the love of his soulmate Ellaria Sand to content him. But a contract between his brother and a lord from the north will catapult him into a match that may prove to be as complicated as it is intriguing. Especially when he learns that you already have a soulmate of your own.
Rating: Explicit for violent circumstances. 18+
Word Count: 10.8k
Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: terrible parents, age gap 10+ years, arranged marriage, classicism, cursing, food and alcohol, internalized homophobia. Reader is described as having hair long enough to braid* This chapter contains mentions of Elia’s assault and murder. Blunt discussions of sex. Arguing/fighting, physical violence, threats of further violence. False accusation of sexual assault.
Summary: The first meeting between Prince Oberyn Martell and his future bride goes very differently than either one of you planned, and what happens immediately afterward is quite possibly your worst nightmare come to life.
Notes: It all takes place in the space of one morning, and this is an extremely busy morning...
Ch 1 ~ Ch 2
"If you tighten my stays anymore I will not be able to breathe." The problem with having your mother's maid dress you during your stay in King's landing is that she does your mother's bidding. The stays that envelope your entire middle have been strapped onto you this morning so that your posture is more like a board than a noble woman's, and though the dress that has been selected for today is lovely there is no need for this sort of binding. It fits you perfectly as it is.
"Her ladyship's orders." The maid mumbles as she slips the lavender velvet gown over your head and tends to each and every button and tie with precision before nearly forcing you down in a chair to style your hair into an elaborate series of small plaits, curls, and twists that is a far cry from the simple three-strand plait you have favored for nearly a decade. Apparently your mother has determined what you will look like today and has left no room for argument. How terribly unlike her says the petty and slightly childish voice in your head as you roll your eyes to yourself.
The breakfast invitation from the Queen Regent was unexpected, but the utter delight on both of your parents' faces made it obvious that it was unavoidable. Queen Cersei had offered to host the meal at which you will meet your intended for the very first time, and that sort of invitation is impossible to refuse.
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“I will hide my brother’s chair once we return to Dorne.” Oberyn hisses, his normally loose and relaxed gait is more rigid, annoyed with every step he takes towards the Red Keep. “Or burn it.” His hand is firmly entwined with Ellaria’s, insisting she join him for this dreadful occasion.
"He can still give orders from his bed, my love." Ellaria shakes her head as she walks beside him. No good can come of this meal this morning. Oberyn is in a foul disposition at being summoned anywhere by a Lannister and you are certain to be cagey and snobbish after the meeting last night.
“Not if the servants are not around.” He grouses, annoyed to be woken by none other than Tywin Lannister to be ‘invited’ to this meal. Tense words and barbed meanings were bandied about and the mettle of each man was casually examined. “I have no doubt Cersei is already deep in her cup.” He snorts, wishing there had been time for a cup of his own wine before leaving the brothel.
"Yet I think even a drunk Queen would not be pleasant enough company." She has her own reasons for not wanting to be near the Keep the day before the young king's wedding, but mostly it has to do with what vexes Oberyn. He was supposed to have one more day before this betrothal became public knowledge. A day he was counting on to collect himself. And now it seems he will not have it.
“Where did you go?” Oberyn asks suddenly, squeezing her hand. “After supper last night?” Before he had met Tyrion and very satisfactorily put his dagger through the hand of a Lannister. Then fucked Littlefinger’s man since Cal had been away from the brothel.
"To obtain a gift for you." Ellaria tells him with a sultry smile. "Leyth told me of a shop that sells wares you will be most interested in. But it will not be ready for several days." Before making her way to the Coachman, she had indeed visited an artisan that crafts exquisite garments to display any kind of body. With all of the aggravations he will be suffering here in the capital, she thought it would be a pleasant surprise for him.
“You are all the gift I need.” He smirks, eyes dipping down to the deep v of her dress where her lithe body is very nearly on display. It is a gown she is comfortable in, yet would make all the other ‘ladies’ uncomfortable. Which makes it all the more amusing for Oberyn.
"But you love to unwrap your gifts," she reminds him. "And so I thought I would find some very pretty wrapping."
For the first time today, Oberyn’s eyes light up with something other than annoyance and he grips her fingers tight. “We will not be staying long.”
"A few days." It had been something he was very firm on. Oberyn did not want to stay here any longer than necessary and she would follow his desire on the subject. "But first...." The Red Keep looms as it comes closer, almost seeming to lean over so it can swallow them whole. "Into the lion's den."
“Fucking Lannisters.” Oberyn growls, trying not to imagine his beloved sister’s blood splashed over the stone floors and her crumpled, violated body laying forgotten.
"No good will come of drawing your blade this morning, my love." Though her hand does tighten around his, knowing that anything is possible.
“I make no promises.” He relaxes slightly, knowing he would not act rashly. It would put Ellaria in danger and while his paramour can protect herself, he would not do that.
"Think of your daughters left without their doting father," she reminds him as they start up the stairs of the keep. If anything happened to Oberyn, his eight bastard daughters would surely be left wanting. Doran is too proper to do more than send apologies to their mothers.
"Prince Oberyn." The footman at the door of the keep bows deeply, though he shoots a confused look in Ellaria's direction. "And...guest. Please follow me. You are expected in the gardens."
“Guest.” Oberyn chuckles under his breath, amused that Tywin hadn’t thought he would bring his paramour.
The halls of the Red Keep are narrow and damp with chill despite the warmth of the sun and Ellaria sticks to Oberyn's side as they follow the man through the maze out to the gardens on the other side. This is sure to be an unforgettable morning, no matter which way things go.
“At least I will not have to eat in that moldering pile of shit.” Oberyn grunts under his breath, rolling his shoulders back and immediately adopting a more relaxed stance than the rigid form just seconds ago. He will not allow these lions to see he does not like being here.
"Prince Oberyn." Cersei's voice is dripping with insincere joy the moment she spies gold peak around the corner of the palace walls with her footman solemnly leading the way. "How kind of you to join us this morning." Though she does not want him here any more than the Dornish Prince wanted to attend, Cersei has little choice. That little schemer Margaery Tyrell has gotten her claws into you already and Cersei cannot be left without allies. Not while her only daughter is kept under the lock and key of the Martells.
Prince Oberyn. As soon as you hear the name, you turn from examining the hydrangea bush beside you and hold your breath. If you could, you would flee. Damn the consequences and damn the danger, you would grab Raeden's hand and run. But you seem frozen to the spot as your future walks out into the garden with one hand firmly holding Ellaria Sand's.
Oberyn can hear the immediate whispers and dismisses them. The movement out of the corner of his eye is servants, scurrying to place another setting for his ‘guest’ and he musters as charming a smile as he can possibly gather. “Cersei.” He nods, purposefully not using her title. “Shall I call you queen, or dowager? I should think you relish the use of the title for one more day.”
"I believe the proper term is Queen Regent." Her teeth don't grind like the gears in her mind, but only because she commands them not to. "I gathered at supper last night that you had not yet had the fortune of meeting your betrothed, so I took it upon myself to help you toward happiness." She smiles at him, sickly sweet and insincere, and begins to lead Oberyn down the steps to where the table has been set up. Everyone with half a brain knows that Prince Oberyn never intended to marry and that he travels everywhere with his mistress. There is no possible way that this marriage was his idea, but still she has to work with what material she has.
His hand doesn’t slip from Ellaria’s, holding firm to it as he follows the queen with his jaw tight as the eyes around the table follow him closely. Dark eyes meet yours when he is halfway to you and his brow arches, surprised that you are older than he imagined and even more beautiful than the miniature portrait that Doran had provided.
There is a moment, right before his eyes find yours, that you consider running all over again. The people who called Prince Oberyn of Dorne merely handsome were foolish, lacking the vocabulary to describe such an ethereal being. He is nothing short of devastatingly magnetic, and just as you realize that he is looking directly at you the feeling that he has gone far past your eyes and into your soul is unmistakable. Only one other person in the gods' own world had ever made you swallow your heart the moment you saw them, and he has been your constant bedfellow for years.
This man is the one you have vowed never to lay with or to love. Never to bear his children or to enjoy his company. It is a cruel trick from the universe that he should be so captivating in his looks. So much so that you have forgotten to curtsy and now your mother's hand is on your shoulder trying to tug you downward. How unlucky for her that you seem to be made of stone at the moment.
“So this is the future lady wife.” Oberyn would not shame you, even as much as he might be justified in it because of his objection to the union. Your name rolls off his tongue as he feels Ellaria let go of his hand so he can take yours, bending down to kiss the back of your hand even though his own station is higher than yours at the moment. There’s something about the fear and defiance in your eyes that intrigues him. You are not some overjoyed miss, happy to have landed him as your husband. From the tightness of your eyes, you would rather be anywhere else and he can’t help but wonder where you would go.
"Your Grace, we cannot say how delighted we are to unite our families." When you cannot muster the intelligence to speak or even curtsy, your mother pushes in as delicately as her usual grace allows. "Our House's relationship with Dorne is so dear–"
“Don't lie to a prince, Mother." Even you have to admit to being shocked at yourself when those are the first words out of your mouth in his presence, but her bowing and scraping is ridiculous. Embarrassing her a little now, with the contract signed and the match already made, cannot do much but color his opinion of his future mother-in-law. "It is my Father's house that has connections to Dorne, your Grace." You still haven't curtsied, and yet now you feel like you will not just out of spite. "My mother is overjoyed you are a prince. It does not matter where you come from."
The sharp inhales from the nosey busybodies that are the Queen’s ladies-in-waiting are all that is heard for a long moment. The birds and insects are still as well, as if the entire world holds their breath for his response. Fabric rustles and your mother opens her mouth again while his eyes bore into yours. “Your Grace, I must apolo–”
Oberyn holds up his hand, the one not holding yours, to silence the decidedly shrill voice of the poisonous pit viper of a woman to your left that is currently looking as if she might faint. “Be quiet.” He orders sternly, still staring at you.
It is possibly the only time in your life that you have heard her follow an instruction the first time it was given – if at all – and you swallow thickly, wondering what he will say to being told the truth. If you could look past him even for a moment you would see the utter amusement on Ellaria's face or the drawn shock of Raeden's expression some feet away where he stands with your father, but you find yourself frozen under the prince's observation. "I was told that you did not ask for this arrangement, either, your Grace." At least you remembered to address him properly, this time, even if your voice has dropped to something quiet. "So I would not add insult to the situation by having her lie to you."
He wants you. If for nothing more than to find out if your obstinate passions extend to the bedroom. Oberyn is almost disappointed by this discovery, anticipating finding a mousy, shy wallflower that he could wed and ignore. “I did not.” He admits, although he keeps his words low enough that only you can hear them, squeezing your hand just the tiniest amount. Meant to be a comforting gesture, or at least signal that you have not blundered too badly. “So we have that in common.”
"It remains to be seen if there is anything more than that." You murmur back to him, despising yourself for the heat that you can feel coiling inside you. Animal attraction means nothing. This man is not who you have given your heart and your soul to, and you truly wish that you could communicate that to your body right now.
"Perhaps we should sit." Cersei suggests, looking between every guest in the garden and wondering how exactly this is going to work itself out. The guard that seems to follow you everywhere stands dutifully by like no more than a tentpole and the woman that Oberyn brought is most likely the paramour everyone speaks of, but this train wreck might serve as an entertaining morning before she has to return to the task of preparing for her son's wedding tomorrow.
Glancing over at your guard, Ellaria smirks, finding his eyes not watching Oberyn with hatred and distrust. Those dark eyes are hungry, blinking and letting his eyes find hers for a moment. She doesn’t know why she keeps looking at him, he’s not a threat to her lover or anyone else, but it is like she is compelled to seek out his gaze.
As wounded as your mother is, she cannot discipline you in front of a queen or a prince – let alone both at once – so she sits in the chair that your father holds out for her and smiles primly to the queen from the other end of the table. Etiquette has her sitting in between her useless husband and her insolent daughter, and across from the whore the prince has brought as his companion. A wholly unsuitable place in her mind, but at least she can reach over and pinch you soundly on the hand under the table. Surprised by the move, you nearly yank your hand away after you have been seated, almost laughing at the childishness of it. If you had a toy she might have stolen it out of spite.
Oberyn catches the movement, glancing at you and then towards your mother. Sensing that the woman is not happy with the current tone. “Despite extending the invitation personally, Lord Tywin is not attending this feast?” He asks Cersei, looking around the gardens expectantly.
"My father is spending some much needed time with his grandson the day before his wedding." Cersei answers politely before signaling to the servers to pour wine and leave the pitchers. "Tomorrow is quite a busy day, my lord. As I'm sure you can imagine. Your own nuptials will be much the same, I have no doubt."
Sucking his teeth for a moment, he flashes a bland smile. “Unlike the crown, we focus more on the celebration than the wedding.”
"Oh?" Your mother titters, trying to recover from her earlier embarrassment. "Do enlighten us."
“There is a giant feast where all are welcomed.” He informs her. “From the lowliest bastard to the highest lord. All drinking ale and eating meat pies. Dancing, music, for days.”
Despite needing to be near you for this first meeting, Raeden wishes he could plug his ears to hear no talk of this impending wedding. The most he can hope for, for the moment, is that Ellaria Sand did not poison the prince's ear against him and suggest refusing his services in Dorne.
"For days?" Your mother simpers, already starting to sip the wine that has been poured for her. "My word, that sounds very exciting."
“What do you do if the bride and groom are disinclined to dance?" If you are going to be forced into false gayety, you would prefer to know in advance. At any normal affair, dancing would be your entire occupation. But this wedding? Your own? You cannot see either of you wanting to dance with the other.
Oberyn turns his head towards you, his lips twitching slightly and he is almost amused. “The happy couple are not present.” He tells you, shrugging slightly. “They are in their chamber, doing their duty to Dorne while their people celebrate.”
That effectively shuts you up, your eyes dropping to the plate of food in front of you that suddenly holds no appeal whatsoever. This was easier when you imagined that the Prince of Dorne would be handsome to everyone in the world except you. Now that you are sat across from him and able to see down the length of his loosely tied robe to catch glimpses of deeply tanned, freckled skin, you simply hate yourself as well as the situation.
“The people are very accepting.” Ellaria feels the need to reassure you, watching as your face falls and your expression sours.
"My grandmother always spoke very warmly of her home." It is the best you can do, under the circumstances, though you are surprised that Ellaria would seek to give you any kind of comfort whatsoever. She is the most perplexing kind of woman, and you had spent too much time last night before falling asleep thinking of her. Wondering what she could possibly have considered the outcome of last night's meeting.
Oberyn nods, aware that you have a familial connection to Dorne, despite being from the Vale. “The sand and sun are warm, much warmer than here.” He huffs, reminding everyone at the table that he does not like King’s Landing.
"You will be trading your velvet for something lighter before you know it, my dear." The Queen smiles, though it does not feel warm in any way. When Cersei Lannister smiles you have a distinct impression that there is still a snake hiding behind her teeth ready to strike.
"It took the strength of twenty men to keep her from packing my entire library in her trunks," your father jokes, jovially enjoying his meal as though nothing at all is wrong. "There would not have been any room for gowns whatsoever if we had let her."
“A love of reading is not a curse.” Oberyn shrugs slightly. “I spent much of my time at the Citadel reading the great tomes before I grew bored of the idea of being a maester.”
"A love of reading is not a curse for a man." You can't help but look up, finding the prince looking around the table with a frustratingly leisurely air. "When you are a woman it is a danger and will give you unladylike thoughts. Or worse yet? Opinions of your own."
He arches a brow at your words and tilts his head towards Cersei. “You teach your women such strange things here in the North.” He comments before turning back towards you. “Dornish women are strong, opinionated and not afraid to speak.”
"Well, we have solved the mystery of why Northern men dislike Southern women." Having met Ellaria even once, you can see that strong women are at least not humbled around this one man. "They do not like to be challenged."
Oberyn snorts in amusement and leans back with his wine in his hand. “That is because the women best them in a battle of wits. Most men think with their cock, stomach or both.”
The way your mother looks absolutely affronted to hear such a word out loud nearly throws you into a fit of laughter, but you just barely manage to stifle it. "Well said, your Grace." There is a possibility, albeit a small one, that this man might not make you want to throw yourself off a cliff in frustration after all.
“Well.” Cersei’s smile is tight, frozen on her face. “Shall we eat?” She asks, trying to change the topic. “There is still much to be done today.”
Polite conversation focuses on the nuptials that are impending tomorrow, which quite brightens the queen's mood and turns your mother into a veritable lapdog simpering and agreeing with everything she says while your father says nothing at all and the prince speaks mostly to his lover. As the odd person out at the table, your only solace is that no one has commented to you on your lack of enthusiasm for eating or seemed to notice that occasionally you manage to glance over at Raeden to check in with him. He barely reacts, but the communication between the two of you has been silent for enough years now that you know there will be much to talk about the next time you find a moment alone.
“You like her, my love.” Ellaria’s voice is low, amused at the turn of events. She had thought he might be intrigued by you.
“She is…not what I thought.” Oberyn admits, glancing back at you just as you turn your head to look longingly at your guard.
"Not a wilting wallflower." Ellaria agrees, a smirk tucked into the corner of her mouth as she whispers. "And doing a very poor job of hiding how besotted with her guard she is."
His eyes slide over to the guard and he hums. “I understand her desire.” Oberyn chuckles quietly. “He would look good in our bed.”
"I found myself thinking the same." She finds her eyes drawn to the wall of a man once more, smile growing mischievously when she catches his eye before looking away. "Do you think it will be so difficult to marry her after all?" Ellaria has no fear of losing Oberyn. Their bond is too strong for that and his love too fierce, both for her and for their daughters. But adding a wife into the pattern of their lives will certainly shake things up. More than a little.
“It will be no hardship to bed her.” He watches you glance back at the guard again. “Do you think she carries his bastard?” Oberyn doesn’t care about bastards, he has eight of them that he loves very much and his own soulmate is a bastard, but he would not have you pass off someone else’s child as his.
"It is possible." She certainly wouldn't blame you, if that were the case. He is an extremely handsome man. "It would account for her family's urgency."
He grunts, watching you closely. “She is not eating.”
"Nerves." Ellaria guesses with a shrug. "Or sickness from the babe."
“I will need to know when she last bled.” He decides. “Just a lover or her soulmate?” He asks his own soulmate.
"If it is both, it will account for her anger." It's a characteristic in you that she had noticed last night. That you wear your armor of verbal barbs and half-confidence to hide fear and anger at not being able to determine your own life. She would call you a 'poor child' over it, but you are much older than either of them had expected. For her part, Ellaria is glad about that. "Will you turn her away if she is?" It would certainly be an excuse to end the arrangement, although you would be ruined for another offer.
“No.” Oberyn decides, straightening in his chair. “But she would have the babe before we wed.” Being unmarried, any child born out of wedlock would not be considered to be his legal heir, like his own bastards.
"Not quite the speedy timing that Doran bet on when he bought her for you." Ellaria shakes her head a little. Having a bastard in the north would make you a pariah. In the south, at least, the babe would have ten thousand Sand siblings.
“If she has bled, or is bleeding, we will be wed as soon as Doran wishes.” He shrugs slightly, reaching for her hand to kiss it. “What do you think of her?”
"She's very beautiful." There is no reason to deny that, not when Oberyn has eyes of his own and is already clearly intrigued by you. Instead, Ellaria squeezes his hand slightly and smiles. "And I like her spirit."
“It is surprising to see a Northern woman with a spine.” He hums, smirking slightly.
"I think she grew it in spite of everyone else," Ellaria almost giggles, amused at the thought. "But I admit. I like the look of her lover as well."
“They would both look good in our bed.” He agrees, smirking slightly when the man’s eyes drift over towards him again. “He is either going to attempt to kill me or fuck me.” He tells Ellaria. “He has not decided yet.”
“I do not think even he knows,” she hums in amusement.
The demented nature of the meal is certainly not helping anyone feel relaxed other than perhaps Oberyn and his whore, and when Cersei stands after some time longer she smiles politely. “Do stay as long as it pleases you,” she encourages, not caring whatsoever as long as she doesn’t have to suffer through it. “But there is much to attend to and I am afraid my time is demanded by many today. Good morning.”
Everyone else shoots to their feet, but Oberyn simply nods and reaches for the wine to refill his cup.
“Are you enjoying your stay in King’s Landing, your Grace?” Your father asks after a moment, resettling himself in his chair when he realizes that this morning is certainly not over.
There are many ways to answer that but Oberyn keeps himself from snorting in disdain. “Of course.” He chuckles darkly. “I always enjoy visiting the city where my sister was violently raped, her and her children brutally murdered by the Lannister’s lap dog.” His stare is intense as he looks at your father over the rim of his cup.
The entire table has the wind sucked out of it at that, with your parents looking baffled by the declaration and even Raeden's eyes widening in surprise. "I–I'm very sorry to hear that," you murmur, not even realizing that your hand is over your heart when you say it.
“You didn’t know?” Oberyn asks, lifting a brow in surprise. He would have assumed your family would have coached you in the intricacies of the Martell House. “Elia was married to Rhaegar Targaryen. Her blood was spilt in this keep during the Baratheon rebellion.” He sneers, drowning the rest of his cup and Ellaria reaches out for his wrist gently, trying to calm him.
"I know almost nothing about you." Of course there are plenty of people who know very little about their betrothed ahead of time, but it seems like in this case there should have been a few things mentioned to you in advance.
He relaxes slightly, aware that this is not your fault. “Perhaps you should take a turn around the garden.” Ellaria suggests softly. “Learn about one another.”
"What a wonderful idea. We could all–"
"I think she meant alone, Mother." You interject, having no intention of letting your mother tag along or chaperone this walk in any way, shape, or form. She has done plenty enough damage to you in your life already, the prince does not need to hear her vitriol – or worse, her false adulation.
“She should not be here.” Your mother hisses, unable to contain herself, glaring at Ellaria.
Oberyn’s eye twitches slightly and then he smiles, a twisted curl of his lips that is not handsome at all and displays his displeasure at your mother’s outburst. “My dagger is sharp enough to tame that tongue. My paramour goes wherever I decide she belongs.” He threatens quietly, eyes dark as they slide to her husband. “Control your lady wife or I will be forced to.”
"I think we can leave our daughter with her betrothed." There is nowhere your father wants to be less than around a man who makes that kind of threat, and he stands to offer his hand to his wife. "Stone." The command in his voice is firm. "Remain here and escort her ladyship back to her chambers when she is ready."
Oberyn can tell your mother has never been talked to that way and she doesn’t know how to respond. Instead of paying her any attention, he stands and kisses Ellaria’s hand before walking around the table to offer you assistance in leaving your seat.
One mark in this man's favor will be the way he does not suffer your mother's nonsense, but you still take his hand tentatively. Knowing that Raeden has been instructed to wait for you, not chaperone you, means that you will actually be alone with the prince on your walk and that gives you an unexpected twist of nerves in your stomach that you do not like at all. Apparently, instead of hating this man as you planned to, you are supremely nervous around him.
He doesn’t speak as you stand, your hand in his is surprisingly warm since he had anticipated you being cool with dread. Turning, he guides you towards the edge of the trellis that will take you away from Ellaria and your guard’s sight.
The entire situation feels uncertain, and you wish to all the gods that Raeden could still have been nearby, just for the security of his presence. What do you even speak to this man about? Should you speak at all? Your nerves truly are higher than ever this morning.
“I suppose the gardens are the only thing of true beauty in this city.” Oberyn offers, breaking the silence between you. “Though they do not compare to the water gardens in Dorne, they inspire me to write a poem for my Loreza.”
“You write poetry, my lord?” Focusing on that first, instead of cautiously inquiring who Loreza is, at least gives you hope that there may be some common ground between you. There had been no cause for hope before now.
“I do.” He smiles fondly as he looks over the flowers. “My children enjoy it when I am away.”
“And you have…several children?” The figure you have heard is eight, which has previously made you wonder. But the prince is older than you had expected and eight seems suddenly like not so large of a number.
“Eight daughters.” His smile shifts to something beaming, proud of his girls. “My Sand Snakes.” If you are going to be his wife, it is best you know now that they are not to be neglected or mistreated. “Obara, Nymeria, Tyene, Sarella, Elia, Obella, Dorea, and Loreza.”
“You are very proud of them.” A fact which you find oddly reassuring. Most lords in his position would have paid off the girls’ mothers to disappear already. “Having sisters sounds wonderful,” you offer wistfully. “I have only brothers.”
“I am the youngest of both.” Oberyn offers. “Doran and I are brothers and close, but there was a special bond between Elia and I.”
The name registers with you after hearing it three times now, and a reflexive smile tugs at your lips. “I think there must have been. Since you named one of your daughters after her.”
“Yes.” He’s surprised that you have paid attention; his eyes leaving the flowers to find you looking almost wistful at the idea of a man being so sentimental. “Is your guard your soulmate?” He asks bluntly. “Or just the man you allow between your thighs for the time?”
Your face falls, shoulders rolling in on themselves as though your youngest brother has once again head butted you in the stomach as he used to when he was at his most annoying. You could lie. That is a possibility. But you have lied about it for too long and you are certainly not ashamed of loving Raeden. Shame has never even occurred to you. “He is my soulmate, your Grace,” you nod even though your voice is quiet. If he throws you over for this it will only make him a hypocrite. “And I love him very much.”
“My paramour shares my marks.” Oberyn stops, turning towards you and understanding why you look so conflicted. Neither one of you is being given a choice. Oberyn will not be exiled from his children and you have no control over your own future as a woman and a noble. “Have you bled? Or do you carry your Stone’s bastard? Is that why your father is eager to make this match so hastily?”
“My father makes the match hastily because my mother despises me.” Honesty comes pouring out of you in a way that you cannot seem to stop. For a man that so many call violent, the prince seems to be putting you wholly at ease now. “It was her insistence to send me as far away as possible. I—I bled before we left the Vale. I am not with child, if that is your concern.”
He watches you for a long moment, your eyes not shifting away. The truth burns in them and reflects from their depths. Making you even lovelier than you first appeared. He frowns slightly and reaches out to caress your cheek, pushing back some hairs that have escaped the pins. “Then you will bring your mate back to Dorne with us when we leave.” He decides. “I am a man who does not mind sharing my lovers. I will never bar Ellaria from my bed and it would be wholly unfair of me to bar your Stone from it as well.” He smirks slightly when your eyes widen. “He is a very handsome man.”
“You mean to—” That temporary wave of comfort is replaced by naked shock as you try to wrap your mind around what the prince is suggesting. Nevermind the fact that his fingers on your face are so warm that a pinch of disappointment in yourself twists at your heart again. “He is not…inclined that way.” You finally manage to stammer out. The idea of sharing had simply not occurred to you and now you are flustered by it.
“Pity.” There’s some doubt in his mind but you are more intimate with the man than he is. “It would have made our time together much sweeter.”
“So you…you do not intend to separate us?” That thought had never passed your mind even once, always assuming that you would be forced to deny Raeden with the prince as you have been forced to deny him with your father.
“When you give birth to my heir, I expect the child to be from my seed.” He answers honestly. “I bring my paramour where I wish, she is my soulmate. The future princess of Dorne will have the same luxury.” It is simple in his mind. You will have his heir and strengthen the alliance Doran wants, then you will be free to share his bed or keep to your own with your lover. “What is his name?”
“Raeden, your Grace.” It will be your torture to deal with the fact that visiting this man’s bed does not seem horrible after meeting him, but you swallow down your guilt for now. This is about keeping your soulmate safe. Safe from the hateful hands of your mother, who would see his head on a pike if she had any real evidence of your affair. “He saved my life, years ago, and my father gave him a place in our guard as a reward, so he is Ser Raeden Stone.”
“Ser Raeden Stone.” Oberyn smirks slightly and steps closer to you. “I had been convinced that it would be impossible to bed you, to fuck you,” he admits softly. “And I am a man of great appetite.” His dark eyes flicker down to your lips for a moment but he does not lean in to steal a kiss. “Now I will be pondering how often I can convince you to join me in my bed without your Ser Raeden Stone.”
The shock must be written on your face, because he chuckles lightly when your lips move but no sound comes out right away. “You—” Even the one word cracks, and you have to long away to compose yourself. “You are entitled to demand companionship whenever you wish it, your Grace.” It is simply a fact, although not one that you agree with. But as your husband he could simply order you to his bed and that would be that.
Oberyn snorts and shakes his head. “I pay, I seduce, and extend an invitation.” He tells you. “I do not order it.” He chuckles slightly at your shock and confusion. “There are many who will jump into my bed, and do. I have no need of forcing anyone to take my cock.”
"So you would not force me?" That, if you are being completely honest with yourself, has been one of your greatest fears. The idea of forced intimacy seemed inevitable once you were made to marry.
“I would not force the lowest whore.” He scoffs. “Why would I force a woman that bears my name? If you never share my bed, you will be barren to all. As long as you do not bear your Stone’s bastards.”
"I understand." That tea that you had been drinking for years now seems more valuable than ever, and the mix of gratitude and shame for even thinking such a thing swirls in your blood like a sickness. If this prince is any indication of what men in the south are like, you will vastly prefer that setting in many ways.
He’s slightly disappointed in your reaction and he drops his hand from your face and turns to resume the walk again. “What else do you wish to know?”
He does not exactly mask his emotions well, and it is obvious to see that you have either upset or disappointed him, though what you possibly could have done wrong is beyond you. Hadn't you just said that you would obey his wishes? "When do you intend to leave once more for Dorne?" Whenever it is, it will be the last glimpse of the north you have for a very long while. Perhaps for your entire life. So you would like to be able to plan for it rather than being yanked away.
“As soon as I have recovered from the wedding celebrations.” He grunts. “I will be much pleased to put this stinking shit pile of a city behind me.”
"Is there anything you wish to know of me?" He does seem somewhat upset, and you have no wish whatsoever to anger him on this walk or make him take back any of the promises he has made you.
“When did you find out your Stone was your soulmate?” He is always curious about the dealing of soulmates. It is an intrigue that there is not more effort out into finding the people who share your marks among nobility.
"After he saved my life." Wishing that he had not taken his hand away, you clasp your own together as you walk. "The boar that intended to gut me ended up digging into his leg instead. When the scar from that wound appeared on my own thigh, I went to him immediately."
“And you have been secret lovers ever since.” He hums, finding the story to be sweet and innocent, much like you appeared to be.
"It did not start right away." You tell him, finding again that the urge to be honest is overwhelming. "His sense of propriety is admirable. But we found quickly that we could not keep away from each other."
“The bond between soulmates is irrefutable.” Oberyn can understand that. Ellaria had quickly become his sun and world after meeting her. The chance encounter that had taken her from nearly being a whore to nearly being a princess. “It is impossible to stay away from your soulmate once you know them.”
"It truly is." And you count yourself extremely lucky, in this moment, that he understands that. "Raeden is a good man, and a loyal one. Intelligent and kind. I think..." You raise your head again, bold enough to find him watching you as you walk. "It may be presumptuous to suggest, but I would hope that there could be a way for the two of you to be friendly with each other. Just as I would hope that there could be a way for me to be friendly with your soulmate." After meeting her last night you have left shaken and concerned. But first impressions are not everything.
“There is only one way to determine that.” Oberyn counters, not unkindly. “We will have to spend time together. Ellaria has already expressed an interest in learning more about you and your guard.”
"She seems very interesting." Complex was the word you had ascribed to her already and it seemed to hold true. "And you...you love her very much, I think." Which should not cloud your heart the way it does. Not when he has been so kind and open with you. "And she is the mother of some of your children. So it would be...neglectful, I think, to not extend a hand of friendship to her."
“She is a warm, compassionate woman.” Oberyn promises you. “Loyal like your Stone and loving.” He chuckles. “She also finds you fetching.”
"She is very beautiful." For your entire life you would have given almost anything to be as stunning as that. Ellaria is self-assured and magnetic. You are lucky if you can affect those things for long enough to get through a confrontation. "That is very kind of her to say...especially considering I would not blame her at all if she decided to despise me."
“She would not despise you, unless you hurt me or the children.” Ellaria is protective over those she loves, more so than over herself but she knows that Oberyn will protect her. “She knows you have no real interest in becoming my Princess.”
"If I had been allowed to choose my own destiny, I would have married Raeden long ago." There is no harm in admitting that to him, as you are certain beyond a doubt that he would have married Ellaria if he had been given the opportunity.
Oberyn hums, understanding what you mean. “The titles we bear are often burdens, even with the freedoms they allow.”
"There are as many constraints as there are advantages." You nod as you walk together. "I would not ask you to forsake her." Not that you would truly be able to stop him if that is what he desired. Most men do not take the opinions of their wives into account. "That would be unthinkably cruel, in my mind."
“Then you understand why I have no wish to separate you from your Raeden.” Oberyn states. “There needs to be more love in the world, not less.”
"I do understand. But I admit that it surprises me. Most men I have known would sooner be rid of their wife's lover." Having lost track of how long you've been walking, you find yourselves near the sea wall and the scent instantly relaxes you. "I am grateful that you do not seem to be like most men."
“I am not most men.” He assures you with a chuckle. “I would fuck your lover. Have my cock deep in his ass so you could feel me as he fills your cunt. Or share you. Each of our cocks filling one of your holes as you screamed in pleasure.”
The sheer, unbridled honesty of it stops you dead in your tracks, staring at him with the same expression of shock as if he had just confessed to murder. Although your body's response is much different – pulse jumping and blood streaking quickly through your veins making you both flustered and inexplicably aroused. "I—" As surprised as you are, he seems equally amused as more truth tumbles from your lips. "I have only ever been with him, my lord. In that way."
“Of course you have.” Oberyn doubts you are free with your cunt. If you were, you would have no issue taking Oberyn into your bed, you might have even anticipated it. “Just like I am sure you have never had a woman lick your cunt.”
Before now, having taken a lover at all made you particularly promiscuous. But now you feel positively like the most legendary of whores and liars as you shake your head. For two women to embrace would be shameful – yet according to the septa who taught you all manner of difficult lessons about this life, it is not to be compared to laying with a man. "Never." The lie tastes sour in your mouth, but it is done. The shame that you have never spoken of to anyone remains unsaid.
“It is a beautiful sight,” he promises, cock twitching under his robes. “The sight of two women giving each other pleasure. A woman knows how she likes to be touched. Just like a man knows how he likes his cock sucked.”
"And that is something...that you would...wish me to do?" It is a troubling idea to wrap your head around, and you now know that he would not force you to share anyone's bed. Not even his own. But trying to know this man better seems to include understanding his sexual appetite. In the south, perhaps, their shames are different.
“It would be something you could explore if you wished.” He corrects you. “If you wanted to be with Ellaria or another woman, a whore we bought or someone you have an interest in, there would be no rebuke.”
"It is not something that should ever have crossed the mind of a northern noblewoman." The evasive way you skirt admitting your secret seems not to phase him, thank the gods in all their heavens, and you promptly shut your mouth again so as not to ramble and expose yourself.
“I doubt you have been exposed to such things.” He hums quietly, aware of how most Northern women are raised.
"It is..." You sigh slightly. "To say that it is looked down upon would be an understatement."
“The North is so…boring.” Oberyn agrees. “Limiting pleasure and judging is not something I am a part of.”
“Then I find myself very grateful that your brother and my father made the arrangement that they did.” For all you can tell, this next chapter in your life may wind up being far less dreadful and far more freeing than you could ever have imagined. “And I will do my best not to be a disappointment to you.”
He nods but he doesn’t say anything. You seem to have decided that the marriage will be in name only and he will not fight you on that, but it is disappointing. “We will decide how to arrange things when we get back to Sunspear. My brother lives at the Water Gardens most days now.”
“Until meeting you, I was not under the impression that I would have any choice.” That is how it would have been if your parents had married you to a northern lord, anyway. “I assumed I would eat and sleep where I am told and do as my husband bids me. That is…before this morning, the only expectation I have had for my marriage.” You shrug slightly, almost shaking your head at yourself. “So you can see why I have not been exactly excited for the prospect. But you…” The words you are looking for elude you, and you end up feeling embarrassed at not being able to articulate yourself. “I am optimistic enough to hope for more than a contact, now that I have met you.”
“That remains up to you.” The table comes back into view and Oberyn smirks as he finds Ellaria leaning into a now seated Raeden as she pours him a cup of wine while she talks. He cannot hear what she is saying, but there is an air of seduction that he recognizes.
The picture in front of you would likely have tickled that reflex of jealousy in all devoted lovers if you did not have a better idea of the way the prince and his soulmate view promiscuity. Now that you have touched on the topic together even just barely, you can breathe much more easily. No one is attempting to steal away a lover or to toy with a reputation. Sex seems simply to be the Prince’s favored hobby. “We will see you both tomorrow, then?” The morning wedding is sure to be a long and tedious service, as all royal ceremonies are, but at least the company will not be bad if you are able to spend a small amount of time with him.
“Tomorrow.” Ellaria unwinds herself from her seat and stands, smirking as Oberyn strides towards her with a very hot blooded look. He’s been affected by you. The prince drags her into his arms and she moans softly when he fuses his lips to hers in a movement that reveals the frustration he must have kept hidden during your talk. Once she has him alone, she will ascertain what has caused such a reaction.
They are extremely passionate people, there is no denying that, and you clear your throat gently before stepping away to give them some semblance of privacy. Raeden had stood after Ellaria and stepped out from the table, and you are at his side like a magnet. “Did you have an interesting visit with our friend?” You ask quietly, wishing it was safe enough to kiss him as Ellaria does the prince.
Raeden’s eyes shift back towards the pair, swallowing slightly and feeling incredibly guilty for the attraction he has to both the prince and his paramour. He is drawn to Ellaria, much the same as he had been you and it is confusing. His attraction to the prince is shameful, one he tries to ignore. “She is…open.” He settles for that as he wishes he could look away from them.
"He says that she likes you." The relief you feel after speaking to the prince is overwhelming, and you almost laugh as you shake your head. "I cannot blame her for having excellent taste."
“She is a very beautiful woman.” Raeden admits, albeit reluctantly. He doesn’t ever look at other women. There is no one that could possibly compare to you, until now.
"My love." He is looking anywhere but at you, and right now you are too full of news to realize why that might be. You are taking his hands tightly in both of yours before he can draw away, despite being out in the open. "He does not intend to separate us. We will have nothing to fear in Dorne."
“Truly?” His eyes widen and finally rip away from the lovers to look at you in shock. “He— he will allow me to come with you? To continue as we are?”
Your nearly ecstatic nodding does have conditions, of course, but you squeeze his hands tightly. "He would even allow me to bear your child. It...it would not just be a dream any longer."
“How?” Raeden frowns, unable to believe a man, a husband, would allow you to bear your bastard lover’s bastard. Especially when he is a prince.
"In the usual way." Is your cheeky answer, but Raeden's face is not one of laughter and your smile falls in turn. "If I visit his bed and give him an heir, he would not shame me afterward for also bearing your child. It is far more than any other man would allow."
“No.” Raeden shakes his head. “I will not have you do that for me.” He insists, squeezing your hands. “It is– it is more than I can ask of you. I do not wish you to force yourself to lie with him.”
"Would you try to forbid me if I did it of my own free will?" The prince is extremely handsome, after all, and you are more than certain that there was some kind of clause in the marriage contract your father signed that will require you to birth an heir anyway. If you are entirely honest with yourself, it would not be a hardship to lie with the prince. Since meeting Raeden, no one had turned your head for more than a mere glance. Now you find your thoughts to be full of possibilities for pleasure.
“I–…no.” Raeden shakes his head, lifting his brows. “My love– are you– do you wish to sleep with the prince?” He asks softly and his eyes slide back to where Oberyn and Ellaria are still deep in their embrace.
"He...is very handsome." It's not an answer, but you do not know whether or not you could give an honest answer right now. Your mind is too muddled by the surprise of attraction. "But I do not know him well enough to say."
“You will be his wife.” He reminds you gently. “He can have you in his bed whenever he wishes.”
"He said he would not force me." Which is another source of great relief, as you are sure he can understand.
“He said that?” Shocked again, the caliber of the man is becoming very obvious. “He– the rumor is that he has fucked half of Westeros.”
"It seems that those conquests have all been by choice." Which makes a smile twitch at the corner of your mouth, but you shake it away. "He also said that he and Ellaria would happily welcome both of us to their bed, but I informed him that I did not think you are not inclined that way."
Raeden’s heart stops, freezing in place and stiffening as he wants to immediately protest and say yes. Shamed that it is almost gleeful in the way his cock twitches, he is glad he is not pressed against you.
"Have I–done wrong?" The way he seems to become a statue on the spot is alarming to say the least. "Are you...you did not...mention finding Ellaria attractive after our encounter last night. I did not think...?" It's surprising that you do not feel jealous, but instead worried that he might be upset with you.
“It is nothing.” He makes himself relax and shakes his head. “I was only…surprised.”
"Please do not lie to me." After feeling the compulsion to be completely honest with the prince, it is an alarming feeling to have Raeden withhold the truth.
“I–” he looks into your eyes and he shakes his head. “I cannot speak about this with you now.” He admits quietly. “I– you will not understand.”
"I would understand perfectly if you thought Ellaria was beautiful." But since you also respect the topic enough not to push it now - in public - what remains is only for you to be hurt by the idea that your soulmate does not think he can trust you with something. For the moment you can only push it away. "We will be leaving for Dorne as quickly after the wedding as the prince is ready," you tell him instead, changing the subject all together. "It may be as little as two days before we are traveling again."
“I will be ready as soon as you are.” Raeden promises. He had determined that he would be going to Dorne no matter what. Relieved that you are dropping the subject, he tries to avoid looking back at the couple as he squeezes your hands. “Where you go, I will be there.”
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Saying a temporary goodbye to the pair from Dorne, Raeden escorts you through the halls of the Red Keep once more to the chambers that you are sharing with your parents. You have every intention of spending the rest of the day reading and repacking your trunk to be ready to leave a moment's notice – eager to be off somewhere where you would be able to love your soulmate openly and be afforded the freedom of choosing who you wish to spend your time with.
“Once you are in your rooms, I will make sure that I have my things ready.” Raeden promises you quietly. He wants to be ready whenever the prince is ready.
"The journey to Sunspear will be long, but far less tedious than the journey from the Vale." Inside again, with your parents near, you don't reach to squeeze his hand or kiss his cheek. Instead you offer Raeden a reassuring smile and move through the small sitting room to the room you have been sleeping in. Only to find it very much occupied by the last person in the world you ever want to find near your bed.
“You can leave.” Your mother spits at Raeden. “I doubt my daughter needs protecting in her chambers.”
"With you here, I very well might." You tell her honestly, but still you turn to Raeden with a resigned expression on your face. "Go and pack," you suggest to him instead. "We want to be ready as soon as the prince wishes to depart."
“How dare you talk to me that way!” Your mother screeches in utter dismay, flying to her feet and obviously ready to impose her wrath on you. “You little bitch!”
When she flies at you she obviously expects you to be either too astonished or too demure to react at all. Any of your governesses would have known better – having seen you duck away from your older brothers' torment dozens upon dozens of times. You had been plunged bodily into too many stone walls in your youth and now veer out of the way immediately so that it was your mother who collided with the wall instead of pushing you into it. "What has possessed you?" At least your voice is shocked, punctuated by a small oof when Raeden catches you before you can stumble to the ground in an effort to flee from the attack.
“You had to humiliate your father!” She bellows, even though her anger and rage has nothing to do with your father and everything to do with your embarrassment of her. “I did not raise such an opinionated bitch!”
"You did not raise me at all!" Standing again, your hand holds fast to Raeden's for security. "What is it precisely that you are accusing me of, Mother?" Presumably she is angry about being embarrassed in front of the prince, but pretending it is about your father is imbecilic.
“You made me look like a fool! Unable to keep that stupid tongue inside your head and just act like the lady you are supposed to be!” She fumes, glaring at you as if you are shit on the bottom of her shoe.
"I am very much a lady. A lady who will be the Princess of Dorne in just a few weeks' time. And so I refuse to continually be insulted by you." At this point you had expected to return to your chambers and put up with your mother's hate for only a little while longer, but the gods did not have that in mind for you, it seems. "If you were under some illusion that you would still be able to control me from across the continent, you are sorely mistaken."
“I should have drowned you the moment you slipped from my womb!” She hisses, rushing towards you again and drawing her hand back to land a vicious slap on your cheek. “I will kill you now!”
If it were the first time she had ever laid a hand on you, or the first time she had ever expressed regret at not killing you at birth, you might have been shocked. Unfortunately the impact of those vile actions had long since faded away and it is only the fact that she is running at you again that surprises you. This time it’s enough for you to burrow yourself into Raeden’s broad frame – barely moving to his side in time for him to draw his blade in her direction with the tip mere inches from her chest.
“You will stop, my lady.” His voice is deep, and firm, brokering no question or argument as fire flashes in his eyes. “I do not wish to hurt you but if it is the only way to protect her, I will have no choice.”
“Bastard.” She spits in his face and then her face freezes and the evil, manical look in her eyes blooms happily. “I will not kill you.” She tells you with a sugary sweet voice, reaching up and grabbing a sleeve of her own gown so it rips. “I will have your lover killed.” She threatens. “Beaten and beheaded in front of you to scream and mourn for all your days.” Her laugh is hollow and grating as she rips the front of her bodice and drags her hands through her hair to wreck her carefully styled look.
“I wonder how you will do that if we are not here to be commanded by you.” If you had not met him today, if you had not seen the good and just man that Oberyn Martell is with your own two eyes, you would have feared for Raeden’s life at this moment. You truly would have believed that she could get her claws deeply enough into him to take him away. Now, you know there is someplace safe that you can go. Looking back at him, you quickly grasp his free hand with determination. “We are leaving, my love.” Without a single one of your things, or his, which you’re sure she will destroy in a rage, you must go now before she has a chance to spread her vile lies.
Screaming, your mother rushes after you but in a moment of providence surely gifted by the gods, both old and new, she trips on one of the silk rugs and collapses to the floor.
“Run!” If you are lucky, you can find the prince and Ellaria before they are too far from the Red Keep. If you are even luckier, you might find your father during your escape to tell him the truth of what his wife has done. It will be up to the gods whether or not he believes you, but you will certainly be writing to your brothers just as soon as you stop shaking and find safety.
Raeden heeds your command. Holding your hand tight, he leads the way. Rushing through the halls and out of the keep through a servants door. Ignoring the turned heads as he attempts to lead you to safety, though your heavy gown makes running slower for you.
Down stairs, around corners, through paths crowded with servants and tradespeople until you are far enough away from the Keep to be certain that neither of your parents can catch up to you but equally certain that the prince is nowhere to be found.
“Did she tell you how to find them?” You are panting, not having ever run frantically for your life before, but even as you slow down you don’t stop. There can be no stopping. “Did Ellaria tell you where their lodging is?”
“She did.” Raeden nods, frowning because he is uncomfortable with where he must take you. “They are staying at a brothel in Flea Bottom.” He stops and rips his cloak off to drape over your shoulders. “You will need this to hide your finery.”
"I promise to you that when I apologize to you properly for this later, I will do everything I can to make it up to you." This decision did not only affect you, but it has torn him away from his life and his worldly possessions, as well. You may as well be bandits on the run for the punishment you would face if you were caught – for surely the uninformed observer would believe your mother's tale if you cannot reach safety before she is able to spin her web of lies for someone in authority. "But there is no time now." As soon as his cloak is around your shoulders, you are running again: as swiftly as your muscles can bear.
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A fair exchange – part three
series masterlist ; part two ; part four
Part three summary: the bedding ceremony has begun, confessions are made.
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x (F) Targaryen!reader
Warning: NSFW 🔞 incest, fluff, explicit words, virginity lost, sex work is mentioned, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (obviously), cunnilingus.
Author's note: ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE! this is my first time writing a fic in English, so beforehand, i'm sorry 👀
All the rights belong to the showrunners of HOTD and George R.R Martin, author of Fire and blood & Song of ice and fire series‼️
Word count: 2050
The newlyweds walked through the Red Keep corridors holding their hands. The guards were behind them, following them with discretion. However, when they reached the room they would share, the soldiers waited at the door, giving the young couple as much privacy as they could.
Thanks to the Gods, King Viserys had decreed that courtiers need not be present at the bedding ceremony, so they would be alone.
Velarys entered the chambers followed by Aemond. She looked around and admired the job the maids had made, they had lit candles and left lavender incense scattered in various parts of the room. It was a romantic setting, no doubt.
The bed in the center of the room they would share from now on was imposing, canopies hung from it, scarlet velvet pillows and rose petals were scattered on the bed.
The bride inspired.
"Velarys, we don't have to do anything you don't want" Aemond spoke from behind her.
The princess laughed softly.
"Are you scared, dear husband?"
Aemond noted that this was the first time she had called him that way. He smiled at it.
"Of course not" he said as he poured wine into a glass. "I know what to do"
Velarys laughed again, louder this time.
"I must be relieved that at least one of us know what to do"
Velarys walked over to her husband removing the pins that Rhaenyra had put in her hair hours before. She listened carefully to Aemond's raspy voice.
"Not that I have much experience" The prince apologized.
"And who was the lucky woman in question?" she asked as she took the rings off her hands.
"You do not want to know"
The princess placed the jewelry on the table and turned to see the handsome man next to her.
"Aemond, if we want this to work there must be no lies between us" said Velarys taking the glass from her husband's hands and then sipping the sweet dornish wine.
The Targaryen prince knew that she was right, released his breath and encouraged himself to reveal the truth to Velarys.
"Aegon took me to a pleasure house"
The white-haired woman wet her lips with her tongue. She already knew, her lady-in-waiting Rose Westerling, niece of the commander of the King's Guard, had told her a few moons ago... but she wanted to hear it from Aemond's lips.
"Rumor has it, they are good teachers" she said freeing her feet from the torture devices they called shoes.
"I don't question their methods"
Aemond offered her some of the chopped freshly fruit on the table, Velarys accepted strawberries and took a bite, causing its juice to trickle down her chin. Aemond watched how the red liquid ran down her delicate throat.
"You seriously haven't been with anyone before?" the groom asked cautiously.
"Are you questioning my chastity?"
Aemond cursed himself for that question.
"It's not that" he hastened to reply "I thought Lyon Tyrell…"
"Lyon is not stupid, he wouldn't risk having his hands cut off just for being my lover"
Aemond closed his good eye remembering the threat he had made to the Lord of Highgarden when he was eleven years old.
"He's not as smart as i thought" he said instead.
"What does suppose to mean?"
"You are a beautiful woman, Velarys"
"So are you, husband"
Velarys could have sworn that Aemond had blushed.
"Not even with Qyle Martell?" he asked again surprised.
"He is an attractive man, very different from what is used be to seeing in King's Landing... but no, not even him"
Aemond believed her.
He cleared his throat and looked at his shoes.
"Shall we do this, then?"
Velarys stood in front of her husband and made him copy her action.
“I have been ready for a long time”
The princess approached her husband and could feel how his body tensed. She put her hands on his ribs and leaned down to kiss him.
When Velarys's lips touched his, Aemond didn't know what to do. In the years they had been engaged, they had never been so intimate: he had courted her, they had attended balls together, and Velarys had even given him many High Valyrian lessons, making them strangers no more. But it had never gone beyond a kiss on the cheek or warm hugs: Aemond respected Velarys.
Velarys felt that Aemond didn't kiss her back, many thoughts went through her mind: I'm not attractive enough for him, he prefers the whores he has visited in that pleasure house... after all they have more experience.
Velarys took a few steps back, and Aemond could see the disappointment on her face.
"Vela…"
"I know I'm not the most experienced woman in the world, but I trying my best" Velarys walked away from Aemond "No one told me what to do or what to expect about tonight, but you don't make it so easy for me either"
"You didn't do anything wrong"
"Then why don't you kiss me?" Velarys asked.
Aemond bit his lip softly and confessed:
“I have never kissed anyone”
"What?"
"I don't know how to kiss you properly"
“But you said that…”
"Yes, the prostitutes taught me how to fuck, but…" he stopped speaking, he realized this wasn't an appropriate vocabulary to use in front of his lady wife. "I wanted you to be the one to give me my first kiss, to give you something that no one has touched before"
Velarys smiled at his words, Aemond was someone sweet: he only hid it under that dark aura that he had built.
"Well, I may not have been fucked yet, but at least I know how to kiss someone."
Aemond took Velarys's hands and pulled her closer.
"I should thank Lord Lyon for that."
Velarys laughed.
“Could you teach me how to kiss you?”
“Only if you promise that I will be the only one you kiss”
"Always"
Velarys took Aemond's face again and kissed him, properly this time.
At first it was a sweet and tender kiss, but then it turned into a more passionate one.
Velarys bit Aemond's lips gently, they were swollen and red.
Aemond was shy at first, but then he grew confident. He took her wife's neck and with her thumbs caressed her skin. Velarys moved her kisses to her husband's neck and sucked on his skin, Aemond groaned.
The princess's fingers slid down Aemond's strong arms until they moved to the gold buttons of his jacket. The princess slipped the garment off and let it fall to the ground.
The groom only separated from her to catch his breath and get rid of his white linen shirt. His bare torso was marked by hours of training and under Velarys's touch it was felt an arousing hardness.
Aemond touch softly his wife's exposed arm and felt her skin prickle.
"The dress is beautiful, but difficult to take it off," Velarys said, watching her husband's fingers move.
He swallowed hard.
"That reminds me... I didn't get a chance to tell you how gorgeous you are."
Aemond gently turned Velarys over and began to undo the ribbons that kept her dress on, as he loosened the endless knots her skin was freed.
Her shoulders, her lower back, her ass cheeks had tiny freckles, he bit his lip as he saw them.
Her dress was wrapped around Velarys's ankles and Aemond with an outstretched hand helped her out of it.
The prince admired her for a moment… he had seen several naked women before, but none of them were as beautiful as her.
Velarys covered her exposed breasts when shame washed over her.
"You must not hide from me, my dear." He took her hands and exposed her breasts.
His thumb caressed her nipple and she quickly bristled. Velarys moaned at his fingertips touch.
Aemond kissed her again, this time roughly. His mouth was desperate for her, his tongue tasted all of her.
The prince wrapped his arms around Velarys's waist and pressed her against his body. She wrapped her legs around his still clothed pelvis, and through his pants she felt his manhood grow. On his lips the princess let out a little cry when his cock collided with her entrance.
Aemond walked to the bed with Velarys on his hips. Every time he took a step, her pelvis collided with his, torturing both of them.
He laid his wife down on the sheets, admiring her figure as he removed his heavy leather pants and boots.
"Are you sure you want to do with this?" Aemond asked before continuing with this irreversible moment.
Velarys looked down at his crotch.
“Do I look like I want to stop?” she answered stroking her belly.
Aemond lunged at her, his arms on either side of her face to keep from crushing her.
Velarys gave a cry of surprise as she feel his lips around her left nipple. When his tongue curled around her, her hands settled on the bottom of his head, pulling him closer to her breasts. Wanting more.
Aemond's kisses moved from her breasts to her belly, down to her ribs and hips. Velarys's vision began to blur.
Her husband knelt in front of her, kissing her legs skin.
“Aemond, what are you…?”
"I'll show you what I've learned too" he said bringing his mouth closer to her wet sex.
His tongue ran all over her cunt. Velarys swore that she had never felt so much pleasure, now she understood the ladies of the court.
Aemond's middle finger entered her pussy and she felt a sharp pain, but she didn't want to stop.
"Tell me if I hurt you" he said kissing her cunt lips.
Velarys could only nod.
Aemond moved his finger in and out, when she was sufficiently lubricated he added a second finger.
Velarys moaned louder, bringing her sex closer to her husband's mouth in an eagerness to get more of him.
Aemond removed his fingers from the most luscious pussy he'd ever tasted and brought them to his mouth, cleaning them.
He laughed softly when Velarys cry as she felt empty.
“Do not despair, sweet wife”
Aemond positioned himself between her thighs and stroked her erect cock with one hand and caressed Velarys's torso with the other.
She wrapped her calf around his ass, causing their sexes to collide.
"Maybe this will hurt a little" said the prince licking his lips with his tongue.
"I don't care" Velarys said, moving her hips impatiently against his.
Aemond gently entered her and waited for her to get used to his size.
"I always wanted to know how you would feel" he said huskily, kissing a tear that rolled down her cheek.
Velarys screamed as he moved. Her tight walls sucked him in.
Aemond slowly moved inside her and the princess clasped her legs tightly.
It was an extremely pleasurable pain, she loved the feeling of having him in her pussy.
Velarys caressed her breasts and Aemond thought this was the sexiest view he ever had.
"You are a goddess" he said getting out of her and entering rougher.
The princess cried out in pleasure.
Aemond knew that from now on his new favorite thing was fucking his wife.
"Shit" the curse escaped her delicate mouth.
When the groom saw a more confident Velarys, he came out of her.
"What…?" she asked her puzzled.
Aemond climbed up the bed and lay down on the sheets.
"Ride me" ordered the dragon prince "Do whatever you want with me"
Velarys groaned at the thought.
The princess climbed on top of him and guided his cook to her pussy.
At first, the white-haired woman's inexperience showed up, but her husband squeezed her hip and guided her movements. Pleasure overcame them both.
Aemond massaged her clit and Velarys swore this was heaven. She moved faster on top of him.
When the orgasm clouded the princess's judgment, he continued fucking her through her climax.
“Aemond!” Velarys cried out as his seed filled her sex.
The prince groaned in response, sat up and kissed his wife lustfully.
When they ran out of air, they fell exhausted on the bed, hugging each other.
The bedding ceremony certainty had been completed.
Part four
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Pay No Mind
Summary: Modern!FemaleReader has a delightful sex dream.
Paring: AegonTargaryen x Modern!FemReader
Word Count: 2077
Warnings: Hints of voyeurism (thank you honey for this), oral (male receiving), p in v.
Author's Note: So, this did not win the poll results, but gods help me, it was in the lead for a while, so I took initiative and started writing this.
But then, the poll ended and it did not win. Anyway, here is this one-shot you technically did not ask for. ♥
A huge thank you to my beta readers @f4ll-for-you @aspen-carter @squirmhoney Seriously, I cannot thank you enough for your time to read over, share your insight and criticisms to help me be a better author.
This is going to be a one-shot, but who knows? It is me, after all. A feral raccoon with a keyboard.
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Series: This is a one-shot in the same AU as Call It Dreaming
It had to be a dream, or perhaps all the champagne your friends filled you with that night, but either way you could not deny what you saw in front of your eyes.
Aegon fucking Targaryen.
He was seated on a settee that was placed in front of his bed, wearing a silk robe that was spilling off his shoulders; one of his hands was gripped onto the velvet edge while his other tangled into the red curls of the faceless girl, who was on her knees and seated between his thighs.
You watched them with bated breath, your eyes wide to take them in.
The lewd sounds, the bobbing of her head was indication enough of the fellatio he was receiving. Aegon was beautiful, but his inattention was apparent. His head peered down at her, his silver waves spilling and framing his pale features, a contrast to the dark circles beneath his eyes. There was the hint of a smile, a half-hearted hum that spilled from his mouth as an encouragement for her to continue, and his gaze looked up and fell to you.
And then you saw it, the glimmer of his beautiful lavender eyes, followed by a smirk that splayed onto his lips.
His eyes remained on you and he grew louder, almost obscene with his groans and in return, it renewed her vigor with the act. His smirk spread and he bit into his bottom lip; his eyes did not leave you until he tightened his hold on her curls, her choked gag mixing with his guttural goan.
You could not tear your eyes away from the carnal act, your own arousal pooling between your thighs and your tongue wet your parted lips. You watched the bob of his neck, how his head tilted back as he almost laughed with a visible shudder of his release. Then his attention returned to you and you felt your thighs clenched with anticipation.
Aegon stood abruptly and the red head fell back; the front of her gown had been torn open and her breasts spilled as she fell onto the cobblestone with a squeak of surprise. He then reached to grab hold of her tresses and dragged her towards the door, his eyes still mindful of you.
“Your grace?” She gasped, staggering steps to keep with his gate.
He said nothing to her and reached for the handle, opening and pushing her through the door frame; you heard her cry out again as she spilled into the corridor.
You were unable to see who he spoke to when he commanded, “Return her to wherever she came from and no one else is to disturb me.”
Aegon then closed the door, turning to face you and reaching for the sash to knot around his waist; his robe remained open at his chest and his chiseled, pale planes peaking through. “Well, little minx,” he moved towards you, close enough for you to feel the breath of his words. “How did you manage to get into my chambers, unseen?”
It was a valid question. Only earlier, your friends announced it to be a girl’s night, a new beginning to wash away the remnants of the heartbreak from a messy break-up you had been dealing with for the prior month. You showered and did your make-up, agreeing to wear whatever outfit they picked out, which was the black dress you wore in this moment, that held to your curves like a second skin and included the lace thong you wore underneath.
Your grief had you living in sweats and a baggy shirt, rewatching House of the Dragon with an emphasis on episodes eight and nine. “You cannot just pine away for some fictional man, bitch,” your roommate said to you, pulling you out from underneath your makeshift nest of pillows and blankets. “You need a shower and you need to go out and get fucking laid.”
You had begrudgingly agreed, mostly since it felt an eternity since your last proper shower. She rallied your emotional support, she picked out your outfit, she picked out your shoes, and she even made sure you always had a drink in hand. It had been fun; you danced to your heart’s content with your friends, but kept your distance from anything male that dared approached. When your feet ached she even paid for your Uber home.
“Text me our code when you are home,” she said, tucking you into the car and helping you with your seatbelt. “Drink some water and rest, bitch.”
You remembered getting home, making sure to text once you were inside, this bussy arrived alive, and you stumbled into your room, struggling to maintain your balance in your black, sandal heels.
When you had looked up, that’s when you had seen him and that woman; and that’s when Aegon had spotted you.
“You are an exquisite beauty,” he pressed closer and you felt the warmth radiate off his bare skin, smelled the bittersweet wine that stained his lips rosy.
There was a shuddered pleasure that washed over you with the look in his eyes and how they rolled over you; goosebumps rose over your skin that showed. This isn’t real, you reasoned with yourself. It’s the mixture of the break-up and alcohol that clearly has me hallucinating this beautiful blonde man.
But this hallucination seemed palpable in the moment and your breath hitched with his touch, as his finger trailed along the neckline of your dress with a devilish grin to his lips.
You could hear the echo of your roommate in your head, get fucking laid.
Embolden by his words, you touched his chest and peered up at him through your eyelashes; he tilted his head to meet your lips with a fervent passion. You reciprocated, enjoying the warmth of his mouth, the softness of his lips; you moaned softly and could taste the bittersweet wine as his tongue curled into your mouth. You sighed from the subtle tremor that flitted throughout your body, until it was a tingle in the apex of your thighs and they clenched in response to his clever tongue.
His palms were large and warm through the satin fabric of your dress, trailing your sides and stopping at the small of your waist; his fingers gripped onto your hip bones, pulling you to mold against his body and more goosebumps rippled over you.
“As much as I appreciate how this fits to you,” he said in-between kisses, his mouth moving from your jawline and then latching to the nape of your neck, his teeth biting and his hands palming your satin covered curves. He pulled back, “I much prefer to see what is underneath.”
You were flushed from the kisses and the champagne that still bubbled in your veins; you pressed your hands against his chest with a sultry whisper. “Allow me to show you, your grace.”
You turned until your back was towards him, the backside of your dress low enough for your fingers to find the zipper and pull it to show him how it could be undone; you giggled when you felt his fingers quickly grab and pull it down the rest of the way. You looked over your shoulder, relishing in his wide eyed expression as your dress pooled around your ankles and you were only wearing that lacy thong.
Aegon swallowed, his finger trailing the waistband before he finally met with your eyes. You saw the hunger in his gaze, how the black of his pupils swallowed the color of his iris.
You turned around to sit back onto the bed, reaching to remove one heel; he was quick to kneel and remove the other, then pressing to climb on top of you, his arm curling around your waist and pulling you up onto the bed, until your backside was flushed against his chest. You giggled at his eagerness, the sound trailing off as his fingers began to softly trail your curves and pressing against your clothed cunt.
“So wet for your king already,” he growled into the shell of your ear, his breath tickling.
He slipped beneath the lace with the slow circular motion of his digit to find your pearl, his touch sending a tremor throughout your body; your head tilted back against his shoulder, a soft moan spilling from your lips.
You could feel his smile and he pressed against you, his half-hard cock pressing against your ass, matching the slow rhythm of his wrist movement. His mouth was hot as he bit into your shoulder, and then your neck, and you moaned as your pleasure pooled between your thighs.
There was a rip of fabric as he tore away your underwear, his now hardened length slipping between the softness of your thighs, his cock rubbing against your wet folds. His palm moved to shift you and align himself at your entrance, sheathing himself into you.
You whimpered with the delicious stretch as he filled you completely. His groan was low and his head fell forward, nestling into the back of your neck and he began the languid motion of his hips, as if to savor your velvet walls. “Gods,” he praised, his breath tickled still. ”It is as if you were made to take my cock.”
His pace quickened, his fingers biting into your hips bones and rutting into you until the tremors of passion began to spread throughout, towards the peaks of your thighs. You felt him slip, with a curse and a cry combined on his lips and you moved, quick to climb on top of him.
Aegon watched as your straddled him and reached to curl your fingers around his girth, a tight hold between your thighs; his eyes followed the line of spittle that you allowed to leave your kiss swollen lips and spilled onto his flushed tip, his eyes fluttering when your thumbs moved to rub it over the head.
You lifted your hips and lined him with your entrance, slowly lowering yourself and gasping softly once he was completely inside you again. Your fingers pressed onto his chest, balancing yourself as you rolled your hips and watched his head tilt back into the pillow, how the rose color spilled from his cheeks and to his chest, where your hands were placed.
His palms were clammy as they reached to cup your face, bringing you forward until your hair curtained around, finding your lips once more. Aegon lifted his lips upwards to meet with your motion and you clenched in response, his moan vibrating against your mouth. He broke the kiss, his hands moving to hold your hips and he began to rut up into you.
You met his pace, making a soft noise as he reached that sweet spot within; your eyes watched his brow furrow above his beautiful eyes, his one hand slid and pressed into the inside of your thigh, his thumb in-between the top of your folds; you mewled when he found your pearl, his motion matching the rhythm of his hips.
You felt your pleasure begin to crest, the building coil of warmth in your lower abdomen from the touch of his palm pressed against, his thumb flitting back and forth. Soft sighs accompanied the flutter of your velvet walls, your cunt clenching and you felt his thrusts grow sloppy with his own release.
Aegon pushed himself to sit upright, one arm to brace himself while the other wrapped around your waist and pulled you close, his lips touching your own softly. He rolled until you fell to the side and then he pulled you towards his chest. “Your grace,” you whispered against his skin. “I should be going…” you started, even though you were uncertain how to even leave.
“No,” his voice was already groggy and he reached to touch your chin, tilting your head upright for another kiss. He then nuzzled into your hair, “I wish you to stay so you may serve your king in the morning.”
You could feel his smile once more and your cheeks grew warm with his words; you remained where you were, unmoving until the sunlight creeped in. You felt like your skull was splitting and pushed from the pillows to see you were in your bed and that you were completely naked.
What a weird dream, you thought and saw a bottle of water placed on your nightstand with a note attached to it.
Hydrate, bitch.
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IRL Sixsona Designs Pt. 2: Makeup Edition
Hey y'all! This is second in a series of a few extra sixsona posts that @lightleckrereins and I are doing this week. The first post is here, showing the real-life vinyl inspirations we used!
This time around, I'm doing yet another hypothetical: what makeup would be used for each sixsona design!!
My list of makeup recommendations for Six cosplayers is probably the post I'm second-most proud of (after sixsonas ofc). When I was initially working on that I kept seeing makeup that would be perfect for some of our sixsona designs, so because I have absolutely zero chill of course I had to figure out the full makeup plots for each.
The basic rules were
- one glitter
- one eyeshadow palette
- and two additional products to fill in any gaps, as needed (this included fun stuff like an extra glitter or liquid liner, but also practical things like additional eyeshadow shades when needed or a liquid base for more sheer colors)
White (swing): Colourpop palette in Cloud 9, NYX Metallic Glitter in Lumi-Lite, Danessa Myricks Colorfix Matte in Lift, Urban Decay Moondust Liquid Eyeliner in Pyro
Yellow (A/B): Nicka K Pop Neon Palette in Oh Honey, With Love Pressed Glitter in Pineapple, MAC Dazzleshadow in It's All About Shine, Glisten Cosmetics wet liner in Bananas
Cream (A/S): Beauty Bay (42), NYX Ultimate Glow Shots in Come Thru Coconut, Colourpop Super Shock Shadow in 3rd St, Colourpop Super Shock Shadow in In Harmony
Bronze (A/C): BPerfect Cosmetics in Compass of Creativity North Skintones, Lemonhead Spacepaste in Dirty Penny, Haus Labs Hy-Power Pigment Paint in Copper Shimmer, MAC Dazzleshadow Extreme in Objet D' Art
Mint (B/S): Nicka K Pop Neon Palette in Lucky Charm, With Love Pressed Glitter in Mint, Haus Labs Hy-Power Pigment Paint in Mint Matte, Colourpop Super Shock Shadow in Life Coach
Coral (B/H): Kimchi Chic Palette in Citrus Queen, Slayfire Cosmetics in Peaches & Scream, Danessa Myricks Colorfix Matte in Phoenix, Glisten Cosmetics wet liner in Rose Quartz
Emerald/peacock (B/P): Cozzette Beauty Palette in Blue-Green, Designer Dust Co in Water Country Flakes, Danessa Myricks Colorfix Metallics in Firework, MAC Eye Shadow in Carbon
Amber (S/C): Colourpop in Rock On, Danessa Myricks Infinite Chrome Flakes in Hot Lava, Danessa Myricks Colorfix Liquid Metals in Hot Fire, Lemonhead Spacejam in Rainbow Road
Peach (S/H): Colourpop in Sweet Talk, Lemonhead Spacepaste in Mulholland, MAC Dazzleshadow Extreme in Kiss of Klimt, MAC Eye Shadow in Shell
Light blue (S/P): Colourpop in Blue Velvet, Designer Dust Co in Carolina Bae Micro, Danessa Myricks Colorfix Foils in Mermaid, Colourpop Super Shock Shadow in Ice Dream
Magenta (C/H): Beauty Bay in Berries (16), Designer Dust Co in Bubblegum Bae Micro, Colourpop Super Shock Shadow in Roy G. Biv, MAC Eye Shadow in If It Ain't Baroque
Maroon (C/P): Juvia's Place in The Berries, Lemonhead Spacepaste in Wine Safari, MAC Pigment in Gold, Glisten Cosmetics wet liner in Bloody Mary
Lavender (H/P): Juvia's Place in The Violets, Barry M Biodegradable Body Glitter in Hypnotic, MAC Dazzleshadow in It's All About Shine, Glisten Cosmetics wet liner in Amethyst
Some credit info: Designs for white, yellow, cream, mint, amber, peach, magenta, maroon, lavender + all sixsona art featured here by @lightleckrereins. Original designs for bronze, coral, emerald/peacock, and light blue are mine. I did most of the sourcing work for the makeup, but Sofia created the inspiration + made final decisions on the makeup for all her designs.
#2023 sixsona project#2022 sixsona project#game art#six makeup#six the musical#six musical#six costumes#sixsonas
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6 • The Sweetest Sin | YLGSE
Pairing: Mob Boss Bucky x Baker Reader
Summary: You get closer with the Mob Boss on two consecutive date nights, will you live to regret sinning so sweetly with him?
Word Count: 6.5k
Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, love bombing, Thigh Riding, Praise Kink, Dom Bucky, Daddy Bucky, Betrayal, Angst
A/N: Once again I will apologise for the length of this post, but it's packed with action & everything will pick up from this point & it will be a wild ride to the finish. Thank you for reading, the engagement atm is shockingly bad but I will continue, working on a few one shots to randomly post in between these chapters.
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It was a typical manic start to your morning, you had been running around trying to make sure you had enough stock baked for the day, then ending up organising a supply delivery at peak time plus asshole customers a plenty, but all frustrations were being placated by the excitement of what lay ahead, tonight you had a date with your Mob Boss & nothing was going to taint your mood.
After you left Bucky’s office the previous night & experienced a highly-strung journey with Peter at the wheel your Pilates class managed to ground you & stopped your head from floating off with thoughts full of your kiss with James, you could still feel his stubble against your delicate skin & the cold signet ring stroking your cheek as he held you close.
Around midday two very stocky gentlemen entered the bakery, dressed in sharp black suits that somehow managed to accommodate their size, their appearance may have startled you, but you were nothing if not welcoming so gave your usual friendly greeting, your anxiety rose the longer they confined mimicking statues not moving or reacting to your hello.
On the verge of panic, you were about to reach for your phone to ring James, but you noticed one of them finally muttered something into his suit sleeve, a jingle of the bell sounded & a much smaller gentleman walked through the door. He had a friendlier demeanour, greeting you as he approached dressed in a lavender wool suit, paired with a cream silk tie & pocket square, ‘Morning, I am Phillipe, could you please confirm your name for me dear.’
You were more than hesitant, but his kind eyes & reassuring smile told you you could trust him, after confirming your full name he swiftly turned on his heel to retrieve a briefcase now being held by up one of his associates. This was getting weirder by the second & you could feel the anxiety rising as your mind spat out a hundred different outcomes as to what was in the briefcase, could this be something to do with the Mob? they looked kind of mobbish. Maybe you should ring James, Just in case.
Without a pause a black velvet box & note card were placed on your counter, with a single nod he turned around & left, followed closely by the Blue’s Brothers, you took a moment to contemplate whether you should open it or not, a hand delivered mystery parcel surely warranted some suspicion?
You drummed your fingers on the cold marble counter trying to coax yourself to reach out for the card, surely that would at least solve some of the endless questions running through your head as to who sent it & what’s in the box? Letting out a deep breath you ran your fingers across the velvet undoing the satin black bow holding the two items together, the slightly wobbly cursive ‘Bunny’ written on the envelope silenced your mind, you couldn’t help the breathless ‘James’ that escaped your mouth or the smile taking over your face. You slipped your finger under the seal & pulled out the thick textured card
‘According to google Alexandrite is rarer than diamonds, at night in low light they appear dark red but come the day with the sun shining upon them they are blue. I thought it was perfect for you my Bunny, you really do transform me with your light.
Yours,
James.’
You specifically told him not to buy you anything, you were a simple baker with no need for fancy things, but you’d be lying if you said the note didn’t make you squeal, you slipped the note back into the envelope for safe keeping & picked up the box. You guessed it would be a necklace from the size & shape, the hinges were stiff, but with a very satisfying creak you managed to open it & your breath was taken away.
The crystal blue stones felt as though you were looking into Bucky’s eyes, they were mesmerising, the elaborate necklace was clearly made in another era from the Art Deco design, the chain had sections of pearls, gems & diamonds, but the pendant was like nothing you had ever seen, it connected to the chain in a cluster of diamonds with one huge stone in the middle surrounded by diamonds & even more stones around those. You couldn’t wait to see it under a different light & after ogling the piece of jewellery for a minute you noticed another note sat tucked into the lid,
‘Ok I lied & couldn’t resist some diamonds too.
I’ll pick you up at 6pm, come as you are, flour, cookie dough & sprinkles included.’
xoxo'
It really was too much, you couldn’t image how much it cost just from the sight, let alone the convoy it took to deliver it, you wanted to put it on, of course you did, but something told you to wait & let James do the honours.
Yelena had watched on silently, concerned that you were getting carried away in a lifestyle you were too soft for, yes, the money, jewels & luxury you deserved but the danger, backstabbing & death were not something you would be able to cope with. Natasha had told her Bucky was a good man, but she also warned her that he was ruthless & terrifying when he needed to be & that he hadn’t ever been in a serious relationship because he was incapable of committing to a woman, under no circumstances did you need a man like that in your life. She reached into her pocket, pulling up the messages exchanged with her sister from the previous night, her fingers moved before she could change her mind & she finally agreed that she would help stop this before you got hurt.
You paced somewhat anxiously feeling completely underdressed for a date, you followed Bucky’s instructions to come as you were, but you allowed yourself a slight makeup touch up & hair refresh before he was due after Yelena had left for the day. Thankfully your outfit looked cute & effortless, so you were hopeful it would be appropriate to cover a multitude of different date scenarios.
At 6pm on the dot you spotted the metallic emerald classic convertible pull up on the kerb, James emerged surprisingly dressed down for a change, he had no right to look as hot as he did in a pair of black jeans, a crew neck t-shirt & camo bomber but he was breath-taking to look at, especially the with his fluffed-up hair. He pulled a bouquet of flowers out of the passenger seat & you couldn’t believe he was real let alone that he was interested in you, he could get any woman he wanted so why were you so special? Instead of letting your thoughts spiral down that path you decided not to question it & just go with it.
‘What’s got you so lost in thought Bunny?’
You were slightly startled at how silent he had moved, one second he was at the car, the next he was in front of you holding the flowers out for you to take, pulling you against his lips for a chaste kiss, sending you to the clouds & back yet again with those lips.
‘Hi’
‘Hi.’
‘So what’s on your mind Sugar?’
‘You were gorgeous, just thinkin’ you make me smile too much & I’m gonna have to get some botox injections or something to deal with all the lines you’re gonna cause.’
He chuckled doing his scrunchy face laugh that you adored, ‘Firstly, no such thing as too much smiling.’ He punctuated his point with a peck on the lips making you giggle right back at him. ‘& second, if you actually got lines on your face because of me making you smile then I’ve done my job right.’
Yet again you were smiling like a fool at him as you accepted the bouquet, ‘Thank you for these, they’re beautiful.’
‘You’re beautiful, there’s more in the car for your place.’
You reached out & ran your fingers through his hair, he practically preened under your touch, ‘Well don’t you think of everything?’, you were on your tip toes as you spoke into each other’s mouths, as though they needed to be constantly in contact with each other.
‘I’ve been raised as a flower giver, my Ma loves em’ so my Dad used to bring them home at least twice a week or whenever he worked too late.’
‘That’s sweet. Let me put these in my office then you can help me lock up.’
He followed you through the bakery noticing the lack of jewellery around your neck, he knew you had received his gift from the text you had sent thanking him, so why weren’t you wearing it? Did you not like it?
‘Bunny, where’s your necklace?’
You turned around noticing the worried look on his face, ‘Oh, well it’s far too fancy to be wearing in the bakery, but I wanted you to be the first one to see me in it. I locked it in my desk, you wanna put it on me?’
‘You’re too god damn sweet darlin’, you know that?’ taking the necklace out of the box you were holding open for him, he couldn’t resist placing a kiss behind your ear as he gently secured it around your neck, you stood in front of the mirror hung in your office & your breath was truly taken away admiring the dark hue the gems were now reflecting, it looked completely different in the low light of your office, ‘It’s mesmerising James.’
Bucky held you tight, his arms wrapped around you as he ran his mouth along the column of your neck, not once breaking the eye contact he held with you in the mirror, ‘mmm Sugar you really are.’ His words & the feeling of his soft lips contrasting with the sting of rough stubble had your breath hitching & your eyes fluttering shut.
Enjoying you being completely at his mercy he traced one hand up your body, over the jewels to your neck, grasping you with absolute authority but with such gentle pressure to turn your lips to his as he dove in full throttle devouring you exactly the way he had been craving.
After your very heated make out session in the back you both decided you needed to behave, so like a gentleman James took care of closing up, having a strong set of hands helped immeasurably when it came to rolling the shutters down & twisting the awkward lock securely, you indulgently watched him at work not missing the way his t-shirt rode up to reveal the very defined stomach & happy trail you’d be more than happy to follow.
You had been chatting about your day surrounded by some smooth jazz playing on the radio as James drove out of Brooklyn, it felt like you were transported into a different time the way the car sounded & the leather smelt, the way the sun’s haze warmed you & sent shards of light across your face. Then there was the gentleman you were with, who seemed like he was taken right out of an old Hollywood film, you were feeling some major main character vibes, like you were both the only people in the world.
You hadn’t even registered the outside world until you passed the sign for Marine Park. ‘Where are you taking me anyway? Thought I’d have to get all fancy for you to take me to an exclusive restaurant or something’
He tensed up from suddenly realising that you might have wanted to get dressed up to be wined & dined, to be shown off, but knowing who he was, his reputation, he thought you would want it to be private. ‘Is that what you wanted Bunny?’
You shook your head hoping you hadn’t offended his efforts, even if the date ended now, it would go down as your best one, the bar was ridiculously low at this point, ‘Absolutely not, I want whatever you planned James.’
He visibly relaxed at your words, it was so refreshing seeing the undone version of the James you had come to know, casual James was relaxed & almost seemed younger, without his suit he was lighter, the weight on his shoulders eased & you were convinced this was who he was under all those suits & scowls.
‘Well we’re here Bunny.’ As if perfectly timed he pulled into an empty parking lot, confused you glanced around for a building or any clue, once you set eyes on the big screen it clicked.
‘A drive in?’
‘Yep, the whole place is ours for the night. We can pick our movie & I’ve brought some food to have before it starts, then popcorn, blankets & a back seat for us to get settled into for the show.’
Your smile was as wide as the sunset as you scooted over to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, no one had ever gone to such efforts for you before & it meant the world to you. ‘Are you actually real?’, you playfully poked his arm, he looked so shy & bashful at your question adding even more scepticism that he was really sat in front of you.
‘You know Bunny, I’ve asked myself the same about you. Is this ok though? I could take you to a restaurant if you would prefer.’
You shook your head, ‘This sounds perfect James. Honestly, it’s above & beyond anything I expected.’
Everything from the food & drink to the company & conversation made you feel cherished & valued, you couldn’t begin to convey to James how much it meant to you, once you had both had your fill it was time to set up for the movie.
After gathering the final supplies from the trunk, Bucky pressed a button on the dash & the hood of the car began moving to cover the back seats, you could just picture two lovers driving to a lookout point in the hills of California, getting a little privacy with the hood & making out with a view to die for. You had Breakfast at Tiffany’s & a very handsome man to admire rather than a scenic view & you were more than happy with that; he draped a blanket across the seat before taking your hand & helping you into the back.
It felt surreal how naturally you fit into his side once he had joined you, his arm draped over your shoulder & you wrapped yourself around him letting out a very relaxed breath.
‘You enjoying yourself Bunny?’
You tried hiding into his chest at his question, were you enjoying yourself? Of course, but you were also overwhelmed by everything this man brought to the table & questioned more & more why he was interested in you. There was no doubt you were enjoying yourself, so you nodded against him, ‘I’ve never had anyone do so much for me on a date.’
You dodged the question & you were practically buried in his side, his brow furrowed at the realisation, ‘Is this making you uncomfortable Bunny?’
His ability to read you took you by surprise, ‘A little, it’s not you, this is a total me thing, you couldn’t be more perfect, just not used to it I guess, to have someone take the lead & plan, I’m usually the one that plans & pays so it might take a bit of an adjustment for something so elaborate, to believe that I’m worth all this to you.’
That confession broke his heart a little, you deserved to be worshipped & spoiled, he was sure he could find out the names of all the pricks you wasted your time with before you met him, line them all up & then put a bullet between their eyes for making you think this was elaborate. This was dinner & a movie, the bare minimum, if that, Sam stopped him from going with his original plan, saying it might freak you out. It pained him to know that he was right.
‘Oh Sugar, you are worth the entire solar system to me, this isn’t elaborate. God you should have seen what I wanted to do before Sam talked me down.’
You giggled wondering what could have been more elaborate than renting out a whole drive in movie theatre, ‘Now I’m curious, tell me?’
‘It involved an Italian restaurant.’
‘Well that’s not that grand.’
‘In a little town called Settignano just outside Florence’
‘Oh.’
‘Yeah’, now that he had said it out loud it might have been a little much, for a first date anyway.
You laughed, a full belly laugh that he couldn’t help getting caught up in, it sounded like the finest melody he had heard & he wanted nothing more than to have it playing on repeat.
‘We are from two very different world’s James.’ You reached out to his chin, you couldn’t help but pinch it with your thumb & finger before connecting your lips for a short sweet kiss.
He wanted to know how you would have reacted if he had been so bold as to fly you across the world for a date, ‘What would you have done?’
‘Freaked, mainly because I couldn’t leave the bakery’, you shrugged it off, but knowing the weight it held on you at all times didn’t make you feel great to admit out loud.
He raised his brow, ‘Not even for a day?’
You reluctantly shook your head, ‘At the moment, no. Maybe someday.’ You loved your business, you really did, but the man you were pressed against was showing you exactly what you had been missing out on.
He pulled you to his lips adding another soft kiss, his hands gently holding your face, ‘You work too much.’
‘Takes one to know one.’
‘Touché,’ connected by your foreheads he looked deep into your eyes, ‘You promise someday actually means someday soon, so I can fly you around the world?’
You leaned in nodding against his mouth, ‘Yeah, I promise.’
‘Good girl.’ His patience for sweetness was broken the second you shifted your hips & moaned into his mouth, he pulled you into his lap deepening the kiss as his hands explored your soft skin.
You eventually got to watching the film, but it really didn’t compare to the feeling of being kissed senseless by Bucky, he had been on his best behaviour, keeping his wandering hands from any major bases & even when you felt how aroused he was he completely ignored it & eventually insisted on you both actually watching the movie.
Yelena was right, there definitely would be another date & you couldn’t wait for it.
With the previous night feeling like a dream you were slightly perturbed with your morning routine, you loved your bakery, you really did but it was exhausting at times, allowing yourself an extra 5 minutes of daydreaming a romantic trip to Florence with James was a good use of your time, even if it meant you were running late.
Another day & another mystery parcel it would seem, this time a different man with the delivery, thankfully without the intimidating convoy, asked you to sign for a gift, the lack of muscle you hoped meant he didn’t buy you the crown jewels or something equally ridiculous but with James you really couldn’t predict what would be in the box, but reading the note card had you both smiling & rolling your eyes.
‘Message received about going OTT, you’re completely right, yesterday’s necklace is too much for work, this one is much more work appropriate, Pick you up at 6?’
Another black velvet box revealed a less intimidating piece of jewellery sure, but you could still tell it was vastly more expensive than anything you owned, a paperclip necklace scattered with diamonds with a jaw dropping emerald & diamond pendant hung from it.
You pulled out your phone from your back pocket, unlike yesterday you couldn’t wait for Bucky to put it on for you, you managed to take a picture showing it off plus a hint of cleavage for good measure, making sure to arch your back to put your best foot forward as it were.
You noticed his insistence on early dates, whenever you weren’t with him he would remind you to look over CVs to employ some help, he really was trying to reduce your hours stuck in the bakery & even if he was the one reaping most of the benefits of you having more free time, you appreciated his concern.
His usual blacked out Range Rover was outside the bakery at 6pm sharp, this time you were ready for him all locked up bounding up the car climbing in the passenger seat before he even had time to open the door for you, ‘Where we heading tonight gorgeous?’
He leaned over the centre console to place a soft kiss on your cheek, ‘Well sugar we’re heading to my house where there’s a little lady dying to meet you.’
You curiously eyed him with a squint before it clicked, ‘Alpine?’
Chuckling at the total 180 facial expression change & the wide-eyed excitement simmering from you at the revelation he couldn’t be more enamoured by you, ‘Yes, she’s been washed & preened ready for some cuddles.’
Clapping your hands in glee you wiggled in the seat, ‘yesssss’
‘Thought I would cook you some dinner too’
‘That sounds like my kinda night.’
‘I thought it might be less intense?’
The sceptical look returned to you face, ‘Hmm let me see, no elaborate chef?’
He shook his head looking completely innocent, ‘Nope, just me.’
You raised a brow, ‘No Jewels or cars on offer?’
A coy little smile caught the side of his mouth, he loved that you have him all figured out, ‘Not unless you want them Sugar.’
You knew you’d catch him out with this one, ‘Flowers?’
The most pained look took over his face, ‘Oh Sweetheart, there will always be flowers, can’t change this leopards’ spots on that I’m afraid.’
You laughed nodding, ‘Well that’s a good compromise I guess.’
‘You drive a hard bargain Bunny.’
You knew he was rich, but you didn’t know he was Richie rich rich, you didn’t pull up to a house, it was an estate complete with the absurdly long driveway, perfectly preened bushes & turning circle at the top. It was the kind of home that looked like it needed an intercom in every room, there was no way you could shout loud enough to tell everyone when dinner was ready.
For a moment you imagined how lonely it must be for him to have all this to himself, surely, he didn’t need all the rooms, you’d take a lucky guess that the most he actually used was a bedroom, bathroom, office & kitchen so why did he feel the need to have all this space, to be so isolated?
As if reading your mind, he cleared his throat ‘it was my childhood home & I inherited it when my dad passed, my mom couldn’t face coming back.’
You reached out for the hand holding your knee to give him a reassuring squeeze.
‘Probably a bit silly to hold on to it for just me but I always pictured raising my kids here & making memories like I got to.’ He shrugged his shoulders dismissing the idea of it being something he could have. In truth, he had given up on that fantasy the minute he took control, he always thought he would have enough time to settle down before the burden of the family business was bestowed upon him. Tragically he was wrong.
You brushed your thumb against his hand, grateful he felt comfortable enough to open up, you got the impression he didn’t do it often & yet with you he was like an open book at times, ‘That’s a lovely sentiment & I’m sure your father would have loved that idea, suppose it’s a bit ridiculous to leave a place like this empty & you live in the city.’
‘Yeah, I just rattle around if I’m honest, alpine loves catching butterflies & field mice in the gardens though, can’t do that in the city.’
You smiled at the warmth he was radiating just talking about his little lady, ‘Well there you go, I might have to borrow her to get the mice out my apartment.’
‘You best be joking Bunny, I’ll have you a new place ready by tomorrow if you have an infestation.’ He looked so earnest, brow fully furrowed, like he was waiting for you to agree so he could jump into action.
You giggled at how ridiculously over the top he was, ‘If you can’t buy me jewels & cars there’s no way I’m accepting a house, I’d settle for an exterminator but there’s really no need, I don’t mind the odd mouse, they’re probably trying to get to nicer apartment next door & using mine as a shortcut through.’
‘You tell me if that changes bunny, you could always stay at my place anytime you need ok?’
You held his hand tight, ‘I promise there’s no need. You’re too sweet, you know that?’
‘Only for you sweet girl’
You heard the little bell before you saw her, but she strutted across the marble entrance to greet you both & you couldn’t help fawn at the sight of a tough mobster with a fluffy white cat, calling her a pretty girl & introducing her to you.
‘Now you be nice Alpine, Bunny will be stopping by a lot if I have my way, so I need you to get on.’
You were giggling at how ridiculous he was crouched on the floor giving strict instructions to a cat, that would be ignored completely most likely, a cats gonna cat, still, you sat down on the cold hard floor crossed legged & held your hand out for her to give a sniff. Thankfully it took 0.7 seconds for her to jump into your arms, Bucky looked like all his Christmases had come at once, you were here & his best girls were bonding.
You were busy loving on the adorable fluffy angel as Bucky was watching in awe ‘Bet you loved your bath, didn’t you pretty girl.’ You turned to the mobster giggling at the expression he was sporting, ‘I’m guessing whoever drew the short end of the straw was clawed alive.’
He shook his head laughing, ‘I did it Bunny, she put up a fuss but resisted clawing her daddy.’
Ooof, daddy he extruded it & you probably should have stopped thinking of it right there, but it was clear he registered it in the exact way you did from the way your eyes shot up meeting his quickly darkening gaze, the practically imperceptible twitch of his eyebrow for a millisecond told you he was very into that idea & you would be lying if you said you weren’t either.
You were sat on the kitchen island as Bucky stood at the stove cooking the pasta, having been lifted & placed there when you offered to help, the aromas wafting through the air smelt delicious & the way the mobster turned to speak to you or kiss you between stirring & adding ingredients was setting you alight.
He was so attentive & engaging as your conversation flowed, Sinatra playing in the background, he was interested in every story you had to tell, asking you questions that challenged you & the spark you were feeling only igniting further. Somehow, he was even hotter relaxed in his home, sleeves turned up to the elbows of his navy shirt showing the intricate artwork on his left arm & the slacks he wore clung to his thick thighs, maybe it was the way he walked over to you, spoon under a cupped hand as he stood between your legs dangled over the island letting you try the delicious sauce he had prepared.
The noise you made trying it had him needing to adjust his trousers, it was so sinfully sweet & he knew you had no clue the affect it had on him, he’d already calmed one boner down when he playfully patted your behind with a spatula after you insisted on helping out with dinner, the way you bit your lip on contact went straight to his cock.
Whilst the water for the pasta was heating up he turned back to where you were sat watching, ‘Dance with me Bunny.’
You scooted to the edge of the island to jump down but before you could, Bucky was lifting you off as if you weighed nothing, lowering you to the ground he made sure to catch your lips with his for a cheeky kiss making you giggle like a school girl.
Alpine sat on the counter observing the scene as Bucky held you close & swayed with his forehead touching yours, it felt like a picture-perfect moment in his life & one he had dreamt of for so long, being able to dance just like his parents did in the kitchen with the one woman that he had cared about like no other, he didn’t care that he felt like he was falling uncontrollably for you. He welcomed it.
"Days may be cloudy or sunny
We're in or we're out of the money
I'm with you, baby
I'm with you rain or shine."
You settled down in the snug after the delicious food, the cosy den was exactly as described & you couldn’t help imagining how amazing it would be to enjoy a slow Sunday morning in winter watching the snow fall snuggled up with a fire, the dark mahogany walls lined with books would feed your soul with words & the man at your side warming your heart every second spent with him.
He passed you a glass of wine before pulling you onto the chair on his lap, ‘How about next weekend you prep ahead & make enough stock & leave Yelena in charge? I could lend you Peter to help out, then you & me can go to my house upstate for a couple of days?’
You thought about it, trying to do some mental gymnastics to see if it could work, Bucky could see you at least attempting to think about it & it meant the world to him that you were trying to fit him into your life.
‘If I could have Friday with Peter to train him & you let me bring some paperwork & my laptop to do at least a little bit of work then you have a deal.’
‘Bunny you can have full use of my office at your disposal … for set limited times.’
You playfully batted his arm, ‘That’s not full use then.’
‘Ok smarty pants, I didn’t realise this was a negotiation.’
You nestled further into him, making yourself completely comfortable on his thighs, ‘Well look at it this way, if you keep me busy enough I won’t have time to do the work will I?’
He shook his head repeating his words from earlier, you didn’t miss the way his tongue poked his cheek, ‘You drive a hard bargain, but I think I know a few things that could occupy us.’ Without wasting a second, you were flipped facing him, straddling his thigh.
‘Then you have yourself a deal.’ His lips were on yours, his hands holding your face & you were cursing the seam of your jeans pressing on your clit as you unsuccessfully tried to stifle a moan from the way he was rubbing himself against you.
‘That feel good sweet girl.’
You nodded letting out another moan, not even trying to stop it.
‘Christ you make the most beautiful sounds, you want me to stop?’
‘God no.’ That’s all it took for Bucky to increase the pace of pressing his thigh against your clit, he latched his mouth to your throat peppering kisses down the column of your neck until he reached the base where he found that sweet spot that sent you wild.
Your hips bucked against him & he smiled knowing the pleasure he was delivering ‘grind that pussy on me Sugar, show me how you like it.’
‘Fuck James, feels good.’
‘I bet you taste amazing right now, that pretty pussy all wet for me?’
‘Yes.’
‘Yes what?’
‘Yes daddy, soaking for you.’
‘Good girl, you look so fucking gorgeous riding daddy’s thigh.’
You let out a seismic moan as the pleasure was building, the pressure rising & Bucky knew he had you right on the edge, he slowed down slightly trying to prolong the show he was getting, your hands cupping your tits, fingers pinching your nipples as you were thrusting your hips making sure your clit grazed his leg with each ministration.
He took one of your hands, lowering it to rub it on his hard cock ‘Feel what you do to me Bunny. God you’re fucking gorgeous & all mine.’
You nodded looking down at where you were connected moaning at the sight of his hard on, it looked huge & your mouth watered at the thought of him cumming down your throat, that sinful idea paired with Bucky picking up the pace was all it took for you to tumble over the edge, moving to grip the mobster by his shoulder, you moaned his name into his ear as you reached your climax in his arms. He was gentle at slowing down his movements & a hand caressed your spine as you came down from the high that was riding James’ thigh.
Without wasting a second you placed your hand back over the bulge, his eyes fluttered shut at the contact, but before you could go any further, he rested his palm over your hand. ‘No need sweetheart, this was all about you.’
‘Do…do you not.’
He didn’t even let you finish that sentence, there was no way in any universe that he didn’t want you right at this second, ‘believe me Sugar, I’m practically bursting for ya, but I’m trying to be good, treat you right. So I wanna wait til I have all the time in the world with ya pretty girl, it’s getting late, I know you’re tired so I just wanted to do something for you.’
You nodded your head, astounded by him & yet again questioned if this selfless, gorgeous, generous soul was really real, if only people knew what the real James Buchanan Barnes was like, his reputation would be ruined.
Yelena had insisted on another girl’s night, she wanted the gossip from the two dates with James & you wanted to discuss the potential of her running the bakery so you could have a weekend away with him. You might see her every day, but with customers constantly keeping you busy it wasn’t really the most appropriate topic to have in their presence. You were sure detailing how you rode a mob boss’ thigh & the tipping point of the best orgasm you had in years was how his cock looking so deliciously big in his trousers most people didn’t want to hear grabbing their morning coffee.
You had suggested Vibranium knowing you would both be safe plus free drinks, but she insisted on somewhere else uptown that was quieter, she seemed to have an eye for upmarket joints all of a sudden because this place was fancy, a definite club but your feet didn’t stick to the floor, there wasn’t a fog machine in sight & there wasn’t a sea of people dancing coked up in the corner.
With Wanda on night shift, it was just the two of you, as usual Yelena was being Yelena swooping in for a table that had a reserved sign clearly placed on the top, she simply threw it over her shoulder with a ‘whoops’ & you hoped it didn’t cause any damage on impact. Before you could get on to the topic of the night you needed a bit of Dutch courage & Yelena seemed stiff even for her, some loosening up was in order, the bar was busy but eventually you were served, you figured it made more sense to double up, so you weren’t spending the night with the bar instead of your friend. When you glanced over your shoulder you noticed she was keeping herself occupied on the phone, looking tense exchanging some messages, you made a note to ask her what it was about after you had polished off a drink or two, she wasn’t the most open when it came to feelings or things playing on her mind, most of the time you had to force it out of her & alcohol usually assisted your efforts.
As you set the drinks down on the table your eye caught a group in the back, they were the loudest in the place, boisterously taking shots then cheering each one in turn, the longer you watched laughing at their collective camaraderie the more familiar a few of the faces registered. First it was the side profile of Steve you spotted, you faintly heard Sam’s voice & then it was as though all sound muted in your ear & replaced with a faint buzzing noise, your pulse quickened, yet time somehow seemed to slow down & you felt the exact moment your heart dropped, maybe even break.
Sat amongst his friends with two gorgeous women flanking his side, nuzzling against his neck & propped up on each outstretched thigh was James, your James. It was a bizarre concoction of feelings taking root within your gut; guilt that you were still watching, feeling as though you were prying having been completely blindsided seeing him like that, anger that he would do this having pursued you like he had & then there was that familiar feeling of disappointment that seemed to be the norm when it came to men these days, you really thought he was different.
You let out a long sigh trying to accept the reality of what you were witnessing, you weren’t going to let any of the tears gathering in your waterline fall, you needed to go home & think. It could have only been a matter of seconds stood watching every ‘I told you so’ play out in front of you, you were going to look away to tell Yelena you needed to leave, but Bucky looked up & across the crowded room his eyes connected with yours.
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A/N: sorry!!! He will redeem himself eventually but it will be a rough ride!
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Welcome to Downton, Mr Shelby 9 ~ Tommy Shelby x Crawley!OC (Series)
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Summary: Charlotte returns to Downton, Tommy changes course
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Wordcount: 3152 words
Part 9
She wasn’t daring enough to consider it a triumph just yet, but a big step towards one.
And that pride made it difficult to erase the smile from her lips as she stepped into the entrance hall of her home.
“Welcome back, my Lady.”, Carson said in his familiar voice as thick as old velvet, as he helped her out of her coat. “I gather you have had a successful day?”
She offered him her sweetest smile.
“Indeed, but how late am I?”, she asked, noticing he was already in his dinner livre.
“The dressing gong was rung twenty minutes ago.”, he explained dryly.
That left her with a tricky but not entirely impossible task.
“Thank you, Carson.”, she told him, who gave a little nod as she rushed up the stairs, not to her bedroom, but to Mary’s first.
She was still in her dressing gown, smelling of bath oils and lavender, as Anna was doing her hair.
“You’re quite late.”, she remarked, seeing her reflection in her window.
“I’m sorry.”, Charlotte said, as she leaned down to kiss her sister’s cheek.
As she pulled back, Mary held her by her sleeve.
“Why do you smell so strange?.”, she remarked, wrinkling her nose.
It was so typical of Mary to sense her intrigue, and so she had to come up with something on the spot or else she’d be in proper hot water.
“I was down by the train station.”, she lied. “But I best get going if I intend to make it in time.”
As she was halfway out of the room, Anna called for her.
“Milady, I’ve taken the liberty of choosing your clothes and jewelery for tonight and made Lily stand by to help you.”
She beamed at Anna and thanked her before rushing the short way to her own room where she found a lavender dress laid out on her bed, with similarly coloured gloves and matching jewelery.
Anna was a saint, and a genius in one and she would have to find a way to thank her for that.
Charlotte glanced at the clock on the mantlepiece of her fireplace as she rang for help.
It wasn’t enough time for her to bathe but she had to wash somehow.
So she asked Lily to have the hallboys bring up some warm water for her.
Her hair would become a problem. And if Mary could smell something on her clothes, it would be in her hair too, unless something would be done about it.
But there was no time to wash it.
Something simple would have to do, no new tidy curls, even at the pain of looking old fashioned.
And perfume to cover the smell.
Just as Lily was combing out her hair by the open window to let the wind help somewhat, Anna entered.
“Lady Mary’s finished. I thought you might need an extra hand.”, she said.
“Any help is welcome.”, she said as she was rubbing cream down her neck and along her collarbone before spraying her favourite scent.
“Lily,”, Anna asked, “Why don’t you go down to the shoeroom and fetch Lady Charlotte’s lavender pumps. I haven’t had time yet.”
“Of course.”, Lily answered and left the room, as Anna brought the comb through her hair, smoothing it down on the top of her head.
“How has your day been, Milady?”, she asked.
“Quite good, I think.”, she replied with a smile as she applied some lotion to her hands.
“Fun too?”, Anna asked, without looking at her.
There was a hint in her voice that made Charlotte pique up.
“Why?”, she asked, stretching out the word.
Anna simply shrugged.
Charlotte had known her all her life.
When she thought of her childhood, Anna was as much a part of that as anyone. She remembered her gently brushing out her hair when she was too squeamish to let other people do it, remembered her teaching her how to braid, and how she’d allow her to - sometimes - slide down the banisher, but only if she held her and only if Carson wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
Anna was a difficult person to fool, even without that.
“Oh nothing. Just…your dress.”
“What of it?”, Charlotte asked, glancing at where her day dress was laying over the back of a chair.
“It doesn’t smell of steam or coal, Milady.”, she told her. “It smells of cigarette smoke..”
Oh, she thought, oh no.
“I - I wasn’t smoking!”, she quickly argued. “I wouldn’t do that - Papa would never allow it.”,
Anna only hummed knowingly as she began to twist her locks into shape.
“It wasn’t me!”, she quickly added, before realising that she was getting herself deeper into trouble.
“But not like that - it was nothing like that.”
“Like what?”, Anna asked, one of her eyebrows slightly arched.
“I didn’t…I wasn’t around with someone. I was doing charity work, charity business in fact.”
She turned in her chair.
“But you mustn’t tell a soul, not even Mary. Or Mama and Papa!”
“So they don’t know you’re doing charity business?”, she asked with a hint of suspicion in her voice.
“Aunt Isobel knows and approves entirely. She wouldn’t do that if I was making trouble!”
That seemed enough to content Anna for the moment.
“But since you know, I might as well tell you all I did today!”, she thought, unable to keep the excitement from making a smile form on her face.
“If you want to, Milady.”, Anna said.
And so she did and as soon as she started, she wasn’t able to stop until it was all laid out in front of Anna.
“It sounds quite exciting.”, she summized as Charlotte had to stop to breathe.
“Oh it was - it really was. It’s only such a shame that I keep getting huge jitters when I have to do the talking, and that’s rather unfortunate because Mr Shelby’s not fond of doing an excessive amount of that when we are doing business, so it’s down to me.”
She sighed.
“I mean, I shouldn’t complain. That’s precisely why he wants me - to do the talking. Something I just wish I wouldn’t feel a blithering fool doing it.”
She turned to Anna.
“It’s one thing to talk charity with other ladies or board members but with people that actually work there day to day one really has to be quite careful not to look the fool.”
After all, these people all knew far better than she could ever do about what went on, what was needed and what was necessary.
The thought of saying something ridiculous or foolish made her cheeks burn even now.
“Sybil would know, of course.”, she said. “She’d know it better than they did, and sometimes when I’m awfully nervous I just roll my shoulders back and pretend to be Mary.”
Both of her sisters would do the job better than she could .
Sybil was the practical sort. She would don the apron and do a day, a week or a fortnight of work until she knew it in and out, and Mary, well, she could tell someone the sky was green and they wouldn’t dare argue.
Charlotte, unfortunately, didn’t share these qualities with her sisters.
“How is Lady Sybil?”, Anna asked.
It was an honest, innocent question, but the wave of sadness came anyways.
“Alright I suppose.”, she admitted, all the breathless excitement gone from her voice.
“Her new life is a different one in every way, but she says she is happy.”
Everything she wrote made it seem like she had fallen down the rabbit hole or stepped into a mirror into a different world.
Charlotte looked down at her chest where a long pendant necklace was dangling.
It had been Sybil’s before she had left, until she had bequeathed all her clothes, shoes, hats and jewellery to Charlotte. She had left her clothes and shoes alone, not wanting to ruin them in case Sybil would ever need them, but the hats and jewellery would be safe for use.
After all, they had shared them previously.
“It sounds quite cruel, but I’m not sure I would be.”, she admitted, twisting the pendant between her fingers.
“I understand that she loves Brandon and that love is capable of great things but to give everything up…”
She turned and looked at Anna once more, blinking tears away.
“I don’t mean all this, the dresses and the dinners, but Downton - not the place but the home. And all her friends too, and her family.”
Sybil had given it all up, with painfully little thought to them.
She yet remembered how terrified she had been the night Sybil had tried to make a run for it.
Edith had driven them, Mary in the front seat, as stoic as Queen Elizabeth ready for battle on the English shores against the Spanish Armada, and she had been grateful to sit in the back, with silent tears streaming down her cheeks.
It had taken painfully long, and she had feared the worst - that she would never see her sister again, and then later, that Papa would forbid her from seeing Sybil.
Even now, their contact was tolerated. But he never wrote to Sybil and she didn’t write to him.
She had trouble thinking she would ever find a person to love that would make her turn her back on her family willingly.
To Charlotte, that seemed to high a cost.
With a sharp inhale, Lady Charlotte Crawley reminded herself of the British way of things.
No use weeping over spilled milk, especially when she wasn’t the only person in the room missing a loved one.
She wanted to ask Anna, but felt it may be out of place and so she closed her mouth again, like an idiot fish, but Anna knew.
“It’s alright. You can ask.”
Her cheeks flushed.
“How is Bates?”, she asked.
Anna’s eyes drifted off to the distance for a moment. She had mastered the disciplined exterior far better than she had done.
“As well as can be I suppose. Although that is little enough in prison.”, she muttered. “But I do believe in his innocence, and have faith that the jury will too.”
Anna offered her a small, forced smile.
“I know we all sound like parrots, but really if there is anything I could do…and I know I’m not nearly half as good as my father or as smart and persuasive as Mary, but do ask. I’ll try my very best for you!”, she promised.
Anna gave her hand a little squeeze.
“Time to go down, Milady.”, she reminded her.
While that was true, it was also an obvious attempt to change the subject, but in truth, Charlotte couldn’t blame her.
~
She arrived downstairs just in time as they were going through.
Her father, the man of the house and ever a gentleman opted to wait at the foot of the stairs until she joined him, kissing his cheek.
“You’re late!”, he told her, a hand finding the small of her back.
“Nearly late, Papa!”, she quipped, as she darted past him throught he doors to the dining room. “There’s a difference.”
He grunted in disapproval as they took their dinner seats.
“Have you been out and about with Isobel again?”, her mother asked.
“It seems her work ethic is rubbing off on you!”, her grandmother muttered, not bothering to lift her gaze fro the soup.
“Thank you!”, Charlotte replied, smiling at her with a glint of pride in her eyes.
“Oh it wasn’t a compliment - more a medical diagnosis!”
While Edith, to her credit, shot their grandmother a dark glare, her parents seemed less inclined to disagree.
In fact it looked as if her mother’s eyebrow was intent on vanishing within her hairline.
“Oh don’t be like that!”, she was quick to argue.
“Sweetling, we simply don’t want you to overwork yourself.”, her mother said softly.
“I won’t! I promise!”, she insisted.
True, the travel was a gruel but it was worth it, it was always worth it.
“Perhaps I could come join you some time?”, Edith asked.
Thankfully, Charlotte had just brought a spoon ful of soup to her lips and didn’t have to reply. Usually she didn’t mind Edith’s company but this was her thing, hers alone and she didn’t want her sister barging in for once.
Despite the challenges, she wanted to do it on her own.
“Whyever would you want to do that?”, their grandmother asked, with a tone as if the world was going mad before her eyes. Perhaps, to her, that was exactly what was happening.
Edith shrugged.
“I have nothing to do and perhaps she’d like the company.”
“I wouldn’t.”, Mary sneered, making Edith’s face turn to stone while her mother’s was doused in exhasperation.
For a few moments there was nothing but awkward silence and her grandmother’s attempt to diffuse that had little success.
“J-just how are things with Sir Richard?”, she asked.
Mary tilted her head to one side.
“As expected.”, she said, with a hint of a sigh.
This was anything but the tone or likeness of a blushing bride to be.
Mary lifted her gaze to look at them all, a disapproving scowl on her face as she met their surprised looks.
“What?”, she snapped.
“Mary - “, Charlotte asked, trying to sound as bright and cheery as she could, even at the expense of sounding a little daft.
“Have you planned a trip for spring season shopping already? With Amelia perhaps?”
“Oh that’s an excellent question!”, her mother agreed. “Why don’t you take Charlotte with you?”, her mother suggested as the plates were changed for the second course.
~
Tommy’s hand was brushing over his chin as he stared into the fire without seeing.
Charlotte had been good.
Too good. At every turn.
He hadn’t exactly expected her to fail, but to falter, or stumble over her words, to make some curious demand that was too far out of touch with the needs of the children.
But she hadn’t.
Tommy had watched from the sidelines time and time again as she had accomplished more with the board and authorities there in little more than an hour than he had done in two months.
Granted, he could have accomplished it faster with threats, but he wanted his charity work to be built on more stable grounds than razors and threats.
Of course it hadn’t hurt that she was a real Lady, which was rarer than a meteor in dirty old Birmingham, but she had actually pulled her weight, and not just the way he had planned.
She had smiled and chatted, quipped and joked, a perfect playbook of manners and pose, while weaving in their ideas and demands in such a discreet manner that it seemed to them as if they were their own.
Yes, Tommy had to conceded, she had been good.
Usually competence was something Tommy was relieved to see in those he involved in his company, business and interests.
But he didn’t need her to be smart.
Sure, he wanted his charity programmt o succeed, but the other matter was of more importance. And for that he didn’t need her clever, he needed her attached.
And yet that was going far slower than expected, far slower.
When he’d hold the door for her or helped her in and out of her coat, offered her his hand to help her out of cards, and yet she didn’t swoon like his experience would have commanded.
She didn’t greet him with flushed cheeks and batting eyelashes, didn’t feel particularly honoured and wooed.
And it taken Tommy Shelby an embarrassingly long time to realise that all his efforts would be nothing out of the ordinary for her.
After all, she was living in a house filled with servants and Charlotte had probably never put her coat on by herself in her entire life.
So Tommy had tried something different- more compliments, not too thick, but here and there, attentive looks and encounraing nods, as well as some general suggestions that were open to any and all interpretations, depending on how far she wanted to take them.
It had worked with may but had failed collossaly with her.
Half the time he wasn’t even sure if she understood his intention, and the other half she either brushed it off or seemed embarrassed by it.
And that wasn’t good at all.
If he had shown a quarter of that effort with Lizzie or any other woman in Birmingham, the matter would have been done and dusted.
But with her, it was a whole other matter.
And yet Tommy had begun to see a pattern.
She was good with children, took great effort to remember their names and engage with them, truly wanting to work to make their lives better as much as she could.
Yes, that could work, he thought. And perhaps it had to work too because Tommy was running out of time.
He needed her attached. He needed to give her a reason to fight for him when it came down to it, and if not for him, then for someone else.
And by the time the next family meeting rolled around he had his plan firmly formed.
“One more item.”, he said as John was already to stand, making him sit down once more.
“Polly - did you plant those roses we talked about?”
“What?”, she asked, bringing a cigarette to her lips while John glared at him disapprovingly, wondering why he had to stay here.
“Cause I want to make sure your garden’s pretty.”
Her dark eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“Why do you care if my garden’s pretty?”, she demanded to know.
“Because,”, he said under his breath, just enough so that they could all hear him, “next thursday I will come to your house and you will all be there for tea. Do you understand?”
“Eh?”, Arthur asked, looking to John, but Tommy wasn’t finished.
“John, bring the kids, and Esme the baby too. Everyone likes a baby. Make sure they’re all dressed properly and on their best behavior, you hear me?”
“Why?”, Esme asked, stretching out the world.
“Because,”, he said, fishing out a cigarette and placing it between his lips. “I will be bringing someone.”
Esme frowned. Polly glared and Arthur got up and patted him on the back.
“Found a girl have you?”, he asked, grinning from ear to ear. “Took you some time, but I’m glad Tommy.”
He waved it off with the shake of a head.
“It’s not like that. It’s business, but it is of paramount importance that we make her feel welcome and seem like a perfectly normal and honest family. No drinking. No fucking swearing, no betting talk, no fight talk - you hear me? It’s for all our good.”
Polly sneered, shaking her head.
“Of paramount importance.”, she scoffed.
More than you will ever know, he thought.
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Heart on a Sleeve
Pairing: Takashi Mitsuya x Original Female Character
Rating: Mature
Word Count: ~6.3k
cw: explicit language, switching POVs (2nd and 3rd person), established relationship, kissing, suggestive touching, sexual tension
Summary: You and Mitsuya make your budding relationship public and things only continue to grow from there. The Tokyo Manji gang successfully absorbs the Leviathans all thanks to the efforts of new captains Tetta Kisaki and Shuji Hanma. Despite Mikey’s praise for them during this month’s meeting, Mitsuya remains wary of the two. His suspicions only increase when he runs into them while on a date with you.
Author's Note: This took me so long to write, but I did it and I am proud of it. I thoroughly enjoy writing about the honeymoon phases in a relationship, so this was a fun one for me. Thanks for the love and support on this so far and I hope you like where the story is going so far. Thank you for reading.
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Sunday night, still reeling from the glorious high of breakfast with your new boyfriend Takashi Mitsuya, you call your best friends to break the news.
“You’re what?!” Keiko exclaims, her shriek loud through the phone.
You lower the volume, not wanting to be overheard by your parents downstairs. “I’m dating Takashi Mitsuya,” you repeat. “From homeroom.”
Mei is quiet on the other end while you can practically hear the cogs spinning in overdrive in Keiko’s head. “Takashi Mitsuya, from homeroom?”
Losing patience, and also amused by her reaction, you confirm, “Yes.”
“Mitsuya, who’s in the Tokyo Manji Gang. That Mitsuya?”
“Yes, Keiko, that Mitsuya!”
“He’s in a gang. What is our sweet Hana doing dating a gangster?!”
Defensive now, you reply, “He’s been nothing but kind to me. You know as well as I do that he’s never caused problems for us at school. He’s only ever acted when he knew there was someone he needed to stick up for. I don’t care that he’s in a gang. He’s a good person and I like him.”
After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Mei finally speaks. “You’re right, Hana. We know he’s a nice guy. We just don’t want to see you get hurt, that’s all we’re trying to say. Right, Keiko?”
She clears her throat before muttering, “Yeah.”
“Takashi would never hurt me. I feel safe with him.”
At that, they relent, setting their worries aside to discuss the details on how your budding relationship came to be. They had known since the beginning that you were taking sewing lessons from him, though they didn’t have a clue how you truly felt. It started as a tiny crush, a fantasy that you kept secret because you never considered it’d ever become real. Then, when Takashi admitted his feelings towards you, everything happened so fast. It’s only now that you are able to reveal everything to your friends, who are ultimately excited for you.
The only obstacle left is your parents. You’re sure that they’ll be in for a shock once you tell them since this is your first boyfriend ever. Naturally, they’ll be protective, as any parent would be. You’re confident that once they get to know Takashi, they’ll see him just as you do.
Monday morning, you do your usual routine of walking to school with your friends. Takashi offers to pick you up, but until you are ready to inform your parents about him, you figure it’d be best to avoid any cause for suspicion, especially since they are already wary of him to begin with. Instead, you part ways with Mei and Keiko to meet him in the parking lot before school, greeting him with a hug. He smiles, placing his hands at your waist to pull you in closer. “Hi.”
You nuzzle your nose to his, beaming. “Hi.”
He kisses you again, his tongue slipping past your lips this time, surprising you. Heat rushes into your cheeks, flustered and excited. You break apart, burying your face into his shoulder, catching your breath while he massages your back tenderly. “Are you okay?”
You nod, still hiding. “Just…getting used to all this.”
He tips your chin up to meet your gaze, smiling softly. “Me too. If I’m moving too fast, just tell me, okay? We’ll go at the pace you’re comfortable with.” He gives you a quick smooch before locking his fingers with yours. “Ready?”
As new and foreign as all this is for you, having Takashi makes it’s much easier to navigate. He leads you through the hallways of your school, unwavering, the grip on your hand confident, despite the prying eyes and hushed whispers from your passing peers. It’s odd being the center of attention for once, but like most high school relationships, the intrigue from others will eventually fade, and all that will matter is how the two of you feel about each other. And in this moment, you’re happy to be by his side.
Peh-Yan, one of your classmates and Takashi’s close friend from Toman, approaches you with a respectful bow. “Hello, Shimizu.”
You smile, greeting him back by his surname. “Hello, Hayashi.”
Takashi smirks, giving him a light punch on the arm. “No need to be so formal, Peh-Yan.”
He stands up straight. “Right, sorry. Anyways, I have some intel on Kisaki and Hanma infiltrating the Leviathans. Thought I’d pass on the information to you in case you were interested.”
Your boyfriend rolls his eyes, facing you. “Toman stuff. I’ll see you later in class, okay? Let’s eat lunch together.” He gives you a peck on the cheek, letting you go.
Part of you wants to stay, to listen in, but you know better than to intrude on topics that don’t pertain to you. You wave goodbye, heading to your classroom alone, your skin tingling with his warmth, already missing it.
~~~
Mitsuya never imagined himself to be a doting boyfriend, but he quickly finds himself adapting to that role almost too easily. In their only shared class, he spends too much time staring at the back of her head, admiring how cute she is. The few times she glances back at him to flash him a grin, his heart swells and he’s itching to hold her again as soon as class is dismissed. Usually, he’d eat lunch with Peh-Yan out in the courtyard or alone inside the home economics room while working on his latest sewing project. However, this entire week, he sits with his girlfriend and her friends. Mei and Keiko are nervous around him at first, unsure how to interact with a delinquent. But with Hana’s help and support, he gradually falls into place with them, finding topics to discuss that all of them can connect on.
They aren’t able to spend much time together after school, not with the both of them being preoccupied with extracurriculars. So, Friday remains a special day for them. It’s their first sewing lesson since everything changed a week ago. Mitsuya is a bit nervous, wondering if he’ll be able to focus on the actual lesson when he gets so easily distracted by her presence. When she meets him inside the home economics room, cradling her helmet, a pleasant smile on her face, all his worries disappear. Even if he does get distracted, who cares? He’s happy to be spending this time with her, alone.
She drops the helmet onto the usual desk, stepping closer to him. “Hi Takashi.”
“Hi Hana,” he responds, closing the distance between them with a kiss. They’ve gotten more comfortable doing this, their lips brushing seamlessly, his hands always finding the plush curves of her body. He loves the way she feels under his touch, on his mouth, against his chest. All the spaces of him that felt empty before are now full, all thanks to her.
Before they get carried away any further, he pulls off reluctantly, steadying himself before explaining what they’ll be doing today, eyes flitting back to her lips, now slightly swollen from their kisses. It’s happened several occasions so far this week. Their chaste kisses turning into more, both of them chasing their hunger little by little, teasing that fine line inch by inch. Mitsuya has managed to contain his excitement, though it’s getting more and more difficult, especially with her gradually testing the waters. A soft moan against his lips, her fingers toying with the elastic of his pants, her tongue pushing up against his, mouth open for him to explore and enjoy. He’ll continue to stand by, waiting until she’s ready to take the next steps forward. Despite how eager he is, nothing’s more important to him than making her feel safe.
Their lesson today results in a heart patch sewn onto the sleeve of her jean jacket. She admires it silently as Mitsuya puts away the sewing machine and the rest of his materials into one of the cabinets. When he’s finished, he returns to her side, draping his arm over her shoulders, pressing a smooch to the side of her head.
“The machine made this way easier than I thought it would be,” she comments.
“It usually does,” he says, running his finger over the stitching. “Before you know it, you’ll be an expert.”
“I doubt it. But that’s okay because I have you. If this patch here ever comes off, I’ll go straight to you.”
He raises a brow at her, teasing, “And who says I’ll help you?”
She tugs at his collar, peering up at him, smiling. “I guess I just assumed, now that we’re boyfriend and girlfriend.”
“You’re right. I’ll always be here to stitch your little heart back on.” He leans in, meeting her lips in a passionate kiss, surrounding her in his arms, the fluttering in his belly growing erratic. The door is closed and all the other students have already left for the day to enjoy the weekend. Mitsuya’s favorite spot is an empty classroom after school, and they happen to have this one all to themselves. As if on cue, his phone vibrates in his pocket, and before he checks it, he knows it’s his mother reminding him that she’s leaving for her shift soon. Disappointed, they break apart, gigging as if they were caught doing something naughty while they gather their belongings, heading towards his bike outside in the parking lot. On their way to his house, her grip is snug on his waist, holding him tightly. He’s reminded how good it feels to ride with her behind him, keeping her safe, keeping him safe.
They behave themselves in front of his sisters, only exchanging subtle glances and grazes when they’re absolutely in the clear. He’s tempted to skip today’s Toman meeting, hoping to spend the rest of the night by her side, but given Peh-Yan’s news from earlier this week, it’s an important one to attend. Begrudgingly, he says his goodbyes, sneaking a kiss to Hana’s cheek before he leaves for the shrine.
As usual, Draken is waiting for him at the bottom of the steps, leaning against his Zephyr. He smirks as soon as he sees him, giving him a congratulatory pat on the back. “My man. Did you finally get some tonight?”
Mitsuya rolls his eyes, shrugging him off. “I told you, we’re taking things slow. Besides, we were watching the brats. We couldn’t do it even if we wanted to.”
“Are you telling me that you don’t want to do it with her?” he teases.
“No, I definitely want to do it with her. I mean, make love to her,” he corrects himself, blushing.
Draken snorts, not one to indulge in euphemisms. “So when do you think the two of you will start fucking then?”
He grimaces at his vulgarity before answering, “I don’t know. It hasn’t even been a week yet. We’re taking it one day at a time. It’ll happen when the time is right.”
Draken digs into his pocket to retrieve a lollipop, unwrapping it to stick into his mouth, sucking on it loudly. “Alright, it’s your dick. I’m just here to offer you some moral support, man-to-man. Dragon-to-dragon.”
Mitsuya chuckles. “I appreciate it.”
They wait a few more minutes, chatting idly about other topics. Emma seems to be doing well so far in her pregnancy. Draken continues to cook whatever she’s craving at the time, from chicken katsu curry to spaghetti and meatballs. They don’t know the gender yet, though they don’t really seem to care; they’re both just ecstatic to be having this baby in the first place. Mikey remains oblivious to the fact that his sister is with child and that his right-hand-man is about to become a father. According to Draken, he continues to be a recluse, despite their efforts to reach out to him. It seems like forever now that Mitsuya has seen Mikey outside of these Toman meetings. He remembers vividly the tears it Takemitchy’s eyes over a month ago now, worried about their friend, their leader. He’s gone. And I don’t know where to find him. Maybe it’s time they finally made a real effort to bring him back.
From the corner of his eye, Mitsuya spots Kisaki and Hanma, the newly appointed captains, leading a group of unfamiliar faces up the shrine steps. He assumes it’s members of the rival Leviathan gang. The two must have been successful in their mission to infiltrate and absorb them, which doesn’t change Mitsuya’s opinion about them. Peh-Yan warned him about this earlier in the week and anticipates Mikey’s reaction to this recent development.
Takemitchy eventually arrives with Chifuyu, the two of them still the best of buddies. They greet the others cheerfully, waiting for Hakkai, who is always the last to arrive, fashionably late with a toothy grin on his face as they all berate him playfully, joking about how he was with yet another chick right before this. Draken, who always has a sixth sense about these things, deems it time to begin, leading his brothers up the shrine steps. Mitsuya always gets a swell in his chest when they’re together like this, nostalgic and proud to be in Toman. If only Mikey were here to join them like he used to.
In their usual formation, the men face Mikey, who’s front and center, Draken standing beside him. His eyes are noticeably heavy from either exhaustion or loss of sleep, maybe both. There’s an unsettling lack of emotion in his expression. He used to burn so bright with passion and intensity, something they all admired about him. It’s what got them to form Toman in the first place. Now, it’s as if the fire has dimmed to the tiniest ember, flickering just enough to barely survive.
After going over standard housekeeping issues, Mikey moves on to the main topic of tonight’s meeting. “Kisaki, Hanma, come forward,” he announces, beckoning them towards the front. They step towards him, smug grins on both their faces. Mitsuya can’t help but roll his eyes, already annoyed.
“I’d like to recognize these two for successfully following through with their mission. The Leviathan gang is no more. We welcome its past members into Toman as one of our own. Show them the respect they deserve.”
There are loud whispers amongst the crowd, everyone turning to look at the new brothers, who are intimidating in terms of numbers. There’s at least twenty of them, most of them built like brick houses. Mitsuya has always felt odd whenever previous rivals gangs join them. There’s always that initial distrust, considering they were just at each other’s throat prior. But he’s learned to accept it for what it is, trusting Mikey to make the right calls.
“Anything you’d like to share with us?” Mikey opens the floor to the two captains.
Kisaki, of course, takes the opportunity to speak, his voice as slimy as ever. “Toman welcomes the Leviathans with open arms. All these men will surely make a great addition to our crew. Not only are they abundant in muscle, they are clever and cunning. Exactly what Toman needs to continue its reign over Tokyo.”
Hanma adds, “It was a real bitch to convince them to join us, but it was all worth it. You’ll see soon enough,” he smirks, licking his lips.
“I’m sure we will,” Mikey says with a small smile, the slightest spark in his eyes. “As far as I know, you two are the only captains that have stepped up recently. I have nothing but the highest respect for you.”
More grumbling from the crowd, especially from the remaining captains. Draken’s brows are tight, clearly offended by the subtle diss. Chifuyu scoffs quietly, nudging Takemitchy, who looks like he’s near tears. Have their personal lives gotten too much in the way of their duties to Toman? Have they all let Mikey down?
When the meeting ends, they break formation to gather into their smaller circles. Chifuyu is still peeved, complaining to them. “Respect? To those two bastards? Has Mikey lost it?”
“Hey, watch it,” Draken warns. “I’ll admit. I’ve been too busy with the baby.”
“And I’ve been busy preparing for university, I’ve totally neglected Toman!” Takemitchy admits. “I don’t blame Mikey for being annoyed with us.”
Chifuyu throws his arms up, frustrated. “What does he expect us to do? He hasn’t reached out to any of us, doesn’t even talk to us anymore. How are we supposed to do anything if he’s completely ghosting us?”
From his peripheral, Mitsuya notices Mikey walking away from whatever private discussion he’s having with the old Leviathan gang. Before he can go anywhere else, Takemitchy calls out for him, waving enthusiastically. “Mikey!”
Chifuyu shakes his head. “Takemitchy, you idiot,” he mutters.
They all turn to their leader, who stares at them, eyes cold, palms in his pockets. He doesn’t move for a couple of seconds, and Mitsuya thinks that he’ll ignore them completely, which wouldn’t be surprising. But then, he takes slow steps towards them, expression unreadable. When he’s there, none of them are sure what to say, until Takemitchy breaks that ice. “Let’s go to Danny’s tonight! Just like old times!” he suggests, desperate.
Late night dinner at Danny’s was routine for them back when they were young, dumb, and broke. The food was mediocre at best, but the memories they shared there is what kept them coming back. Pancake eating contests, where Mikey would always come out victorious. Flirting with their favorite waitresses to get extra French fries. Loading up on the free refills of soda to compete in burping competitions. It’s more nostalgic than anything. Gradually, as they got older and busier with life, Danny’s become less frequent. Maybe this is what they need to get back into the normal swing of things.
Mikey doesn’t say much, except for giving them a small nod and muttering a quiet, “Sure,” his hands still buried in his pockets. At least it’s something.
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It’s past midnight by the time Mitsuya arrives back home. You’re half-asleep on the couch with the TV on in the background. The girls are snoring in their room, tired after playing with you all night. He rouses you awake, caressing your cheek sweetly as he kneels on the floor beside you. “Hey cutie, I’m back.”
The pet name catches you off guard. You beam at him, tugging him by the neck to meeting his lips with yours. He smiles into this kiss. “You like that, huh?”
Nodding, you answer, “Yeah, I do.”
He deepens the kiss, running his fingers through your hair, tongue flicking against yours. Soon, you’re both breathing heavily, lips smacking loudly. Before it gets any further, you break away from him, giggling. “Takashi.”
Pressing his forehead to yours, swallowing hard, he whispers, “Yeah, I know. I know.”
You grin, sitting up on the couch to make room for him, patting the space beside you. “How was the meeting?”
He sits down, holding your hand, resting his head on your shoulder. “It was good. We went out for a bite after and it was really fun. Mikey joined us and it was just like old times.”
“Mikey?” you ask. You’ve heard that name before, but you barely know anything about Toman, simply because you’re too nervous to ask, embarrassed to be so nosy.
“He’s Toman’s leader. He’s the reason Toman is what it is. He started it all. Recently, it seems like he’s been distant from us. But tonight, I think we finally got him back.”
You squeeze him tight. “I’m happy to hear that.”
He doesn’t explain any further, enjoying the comfortable silence between you. Eventually, he says, “We should go out on a real date tomorrow. My mom doesn’t work until night, so we can spend the day together. What do you think?”
“I’d love that.”
He sits up, grinning at you. “Want to just stay the night?”
You laugh. “I don’t think my parents would like that, considering they have no idea we’re officially dating yet.”
“Then maybe we should tell them soon, over dinner. I really want them to like me.”
“I’m sure they already like you!” you answer, half-heartedly. In all honestly, you have no idea how they feel about him, except for that short conversation you had previously over dinner. You wonder how they will react when you tell them he’s your boyfriend, that you even have a boyfriend. You’d be lying to yourself if you say you aren’t anxious about it. “Let me talk to them first and we can arrange something, okay?”
He smiles brightly, pinching your cheek. “Don’t be nervous! I’ll work my charm on them, you’ll see.”
Mitsuya drives you home after a few more snuggles on the couch. Your parents are asleep by the time you walk through the door, quietly slipping out of your shoes and sneaking up the stairs into your bedroom. You don’t fall asleep right away, staring blankly at the ceiling, excited for tomorrow’s date with your boyfriend. He plans to pick you up at eleven in the morning but doesn’t elaborate on any more details. You wonder what he has in store for the two of you.
The next morning, you eat breakfast before getting ready for the day ahead of you. You make the brave decision to inform your parents about where you’ll be off to today. Clearing your throat, you brace yourself, confessing, “I’m going on a date today. With Takashi Mitsuya.”
It’s the most jarring silence for the next ten seconds. Your mother gawks at you, dropping her fork onto her plate with a harsh clink. Your father’s face is twisted in an expression akin to him witnessing some sort of apparition or horrible monster. Given their reactions, you almost regret being so honest with them, though a small weight has been lifted off your shoulders.
Your mom is the first to speak, tone unnaturally high-pitched when she responds, “Oh! Is this a study date perhaps? Are you preparing for an upcoming exam?”
You shake your head. “No. We’re just hanging out.”
“Hanging out,” she repeats, slightly breathless now. “You’re hanging out with a boy?”
“Yes,” you answer plainly, maintaining your patience as the cogs in her head start spinning faster, finally understanding.
“Oh. Okay,” you mother says, at a loss for words. Your dad remains speechless, clearly flabbergasted by the mere idea of you spending time with someone other than them or Keiko and Mei.
Before they can begin a full-fledged interrogation, you quickly scarf down the rest of your breakfast on the plate, standing up and announcing, “I’m going to change now, bye!”, sprinting up the stairs without any further explanation. For now, it seems you’ve dodged a bullet.
For today’s date, you decide to wear a floral sundress that ends just above your knees, something you’re comfortable and confident in. You keep your hair the same, unsure what else to do with it. You stare at your reflection in the mirror a while longer than usual, nervous though you know you shouldn’t be. Takashi has been nothing but kind to you, so you have no reason to believe he’d care so much about your appearance. Still, you want to make a good impression on him, especially since this is your first official date.
When he texts you that he’s waiting outside, you give yourself one last glance in the mirror, rushing out of your room to slip into your nicest pair of sandals by the doorway. Your mother and father both appear beside you, watching. “Be careful,” your mother comments, crossing her arms over her chest. Your father hums, still incapable of forming words as a response.
Turning the knob to leave, you smile at them. “I will.”
To your surprise, Takashi stands on the other side of the door, flashing that signature grin, waving politely. “Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Shimizu.” He has a backpack slung over his shoulders and you notice that his Impulse is nowhere to be seen, so you assume he walked here.
Your mother returns his smile as best as she can, though she’s obviously still wary about the whole situation. “Hello, Mitsuya. What are your plans today with our daughter?”
Your cheeks get hot, embarrassed by her nosiness, but Takashi takes it in stride. “We’re going to have a picnic at the park. I made sandwiches for our lunch. Then, we’re taking the train to Shibuya to play at the arcade. I’ll have Hana home before dinnertime, since I’ll be babysitting my sisters tonight.”
Impressed by his answer, you study your mom’s reaction, mentally breathing a sigh of relief when her smiles grows wider, seemingly pleased. “That sounds like a fun time.” She nudges your dad. “Doesn’t that sound like a fun time, sweetheart?”
Your father’s eyes narrow, glaring at your poor boyfriend. “I suppose,” he mutters.
Takashi doesn’t waver, maintaining that easy-going expression while he bows to them. “Thank you for allowing me the honor of spending time with your daughter.”
The two of you manage to leave for your date unscathed. From the doorway, your parents watch you and Takashi walk towards the park, keeping your distance from each other until you’re out of their sight. With the coast clear, Takashi laces his fingers with yours, laughing. “Well, that was scary.”
“You were scared? You were completely cool in front of them,” you reply, surprised by his comment.
“I’m glad it came off that way because I was this close to shitting myself, especially when your dad starting staring daggers at me,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
“I’m so sorry about that! He’s been acting weird all morning since I told him I’m going on a date with you.”
“You told them that?”
“Well, I didn’t want to lie to them,” you explain. “I think they were just shocked at first. I’ve never been out with a boy before, so naturally, they are concerned.”
He nods. “I get that. It’s nice to have parents that are always worried about you,” he muses, a glint of sadness in his eyes. “I love my mom, don’t get me wrong. But she’s always working, so she relies on me a lot to be the man of the house. Nobody ever really worries about me, y’know?”
Your chest swells with emotion, empathizing with him. It can’t be easy being forced to grow up too fast. You squeeze him affectionately. “Well, you have me now. I’ll be here to worry about you and take care of you whenever you need it.”
He pauses in his tracks, staring at you. “You mean it?”
You smile reassuringly at him. “Of course I mean it.”
He gazes at you, pulling you in close to kiss you on the lips. You melt into him, letting his tongue slip inside your mouth, deep and passionate, full of unspoken gratitude for your commitment to him. “Thank you, Hana. I – ” he pauses, swallowing whatever he’s about to admit, instead repeating, “Thank you.” You pretend not to notice it, forcing your mind to forget about it completely.
A few minutes later, you arrive at the park, finding a good spot to settle in. It’s a beautiful day, perfect for a picnic like this. Bright sun, blue skies, and the ideal breeze. People are gathered all around you, walking along the pathway, jumping on the playground, throwing a ball in a game of fetch with their dogs. Takashi swings his bag towards his front, retrieving a big throw blanket that you lay out on the grass. He unloads his pack, displaying the sandwiches and variety of snacks he prepared, including some of your favorites. You’re dazzled by how charming this all is, how charming he is. Every day you’re together, you grow more and more fond of him.
The two of you dig in and everything is, of course, delicious. What makes it more special is the company. It’s easy being with Takashi. Conversation flows naturally and you never have to think about occupying any spaces of awkward silence. Even when it is, it’s comfortable, the two of you basking in each other’s presence, marveling at the sights and sounds surrounding you. Children’s laughter ringing from the nearby swings, dogs barking, the gentle wind blowing through the trees. When a leaf falls in your hair, Takashi picks it off, lingering a bit longer to twirl your soft strands between his fingers. After you’ve digested enough, you both lie down, staring up at the sky, pointing out clouds shaped like cotton balls, marshmallows, and bunnies. His hand never leaves yours, always interlaced, his fingers filling in the spaces between yours seamlessly. Time both stops and passes too quickly whenever you’re with him. You’re lost in the moment, savoring each second and before you know it, it’s already time to move on to the next. “We should head to the arcade now,” he suggests, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek.
You nuzzle into his palm, relishing his gentle touch. He gives you a smooch on the forehead. “I could lay here for hours with you. But I want to impress you with all my skills at the arcade so that you think I’m cool,” he teases.
You giggle, sitting up to help him pack. “I already think you’re cool; you don’t have to prove anything to me.”
With everything put away, the two of you take the train towards one of the more popular arcades in Shibuya. It’s teeming with kids and teenagers, typical for a Saturday. You spot several of your classmates here, who greet you with a polite wave. At one of the cashiers, Mitsuya redeems two play cards to last you enough games for the next hour.
As expected, he suggests starting with a racing game, one where you’re propped on top of a fake motorcycle, riding through the streets of Tokyo. Seems all too fitting for him. What he doesn’t expect is for you to win, whizzing past him at the very last second before crossing the finish line. He’s thoroughly impressed, rewarding you with a proud kiss on the cheek.
You go through a variety of games, from classics like skee-ball and basketball, to new ones you haven’t tried before, like a zombie invasion simulation that had you screaming at the top of your lungs to your boyfriend’s delight. Eventually, you make your way to the claw machines, where Mitsuya manages to win a Hello Kitty plushie after five tries and you somehow score a squishy shark in only one. You exchange your prizes with each other, both of you cherishing them as your first gifts as a couple.
Time flies as it always does with him. Eventually, you run out of tokens to continue playing, only left now with points to redeem for prizes. On the way to the prize room, you notice Mitsuya staring off into the distance. You find out who he’s looking at; there are a group of boys in the signature Toman jackets gathered on one side of the arcade where the shooting games are located. Most of them are burly and it’s hard for you to believe that they’re your age, maybe even younger. There’s a shorter boy amongst them, blonde hair and glasses that gleam against the bright lights of the arcade. You’ve never seen him before, though something about him gives you an unexplainable chill.
“Are those your friends? Do you want to say hi to them?” you suggest.
Takashi snaps out of it, surprised that you caught him. “No, that’s okay. It’s our day today, remember? No need to drag you into any Toman business.”
You’re tempted to argue with him, not at all minding being introduced to this part of his life. However, he seems determined not to do that in this moment, so you let it be.
You take your time perusing, making note of what you can afford with the total number of points the two of you managed to accumulate throughout the day. It’s clear that he’s distracted now, not nearly as chatty as he was earlier, the most subtle glint of worry on his face. Halfway through, he announces, “I’m going to use the bathroom. Just stay right here, okay? I’ll be back.” He walks out briskly, leaving you alone. You sigh to yourself, already lonely without him. You dawdle even more as you admire the big prizes on display, contemplating saving your points to redeem one of them someday in the future.
“Got enough for that?”
The unfamiliar voice startles you. You turn to whoever is speaking, surprised to find a tall, lanky boy standing beside you, grinning. His hair is black, though he’s got a blonde stripe down the middle. A long, golden earring dangles on his left lobe. He’s wearing the recognizable Toman jacket.
You swallow, suddenly nervous under his gaze. “What?”
“I asked if you have enough points for that.” He points at the giant Pikachu plushie you were just admiring. “Because if you don’t, I can definitely lend you some.”
“That’s very nice of you, but I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate me accepting things from strangers.”
His smile grows bigger, showing his teeth, amused by your response. He holds his hand out. “Shuji Hanma.”
Hesitant, you end up taking it, introducing yourself. “Hana Shimizu.”
At that, his eyes widen and his grip on you becomes tighter. “I guess we’re not strangers anymore.”
~~~
He should have ignored them completely, Mitsuya knows that. He also definitely shouldn’t have left Hana alone. But seeing Kisaki all buddy-buddy with the old Leviathan gang members gives him an uneasiness that he can’t shake. So, he pretends to need the bathroom to excuse himself, just for a few moments to get some intel on what they might be up to. It’s for the good of Toman, that’s his justification for it.
Luckily he’s in casual clothes today and not in his Toman jacket, so he blends in with the crowd easily as he maneuvers through the arcade towards Kisaki. Eventually, he finds a spot behind one of the arcade games that gives him coverage to remain hidden while within earshot of the group.
They watch as one of the bigger guys shoots his toy gun towards the screen, an intense look on his face, the other boys surrounding him cheering him on in the process. Kisaki’s expression remains neutral, as always. They remain like this for a while longer, and Mitsuya starts to believe his efforts are useless. About ready to return to his girlfriend, he pauses when he hears something that piques his interest.
“I bet Kisaki can’t wait to pull the trigger on Mikey, am I right?” One of the Leviathans nudges him playfully, pointing at the gun.
Kisaki shoves him away aggressively, glaring at him. “Shut up. Don’t say such stupid things out in public.”
“Hey, there’s no one here but us, man! Chill!”
He grabs him by the scruff, fingers clenched tightly to his collar. “Oh? Is that what you think, you fucking imbecile? For your information, Hanma is greeting a fellow Toman brother right now.”
Struggling to speak with Kisaki’s knuckles against his throat, he croaks, “Who?”
“Takashi Mitsuya.”
At his name, Mitsuya leaves his spot, sprinting back to the prize room in a panic. He’s an absolute idiot to think that they didn’t notice him earlier. An even bigger idiot for leaving Hana alone, vulnerable to Hanma. But he has no idea who she is, right? There’s no way he could know. He vividly recalls the meeting from a few weeks ago. I guess I’ll just have to find out who Shimizu is myself. The subtle threat from his sleazy mouth. What could that asshole possibly want with her? Mitsuya is too afraid to find out.
On his way, he catches Hanma exiting the prize room with that signature smug smirk. “Little Taka, fancy meeting you here.”
Mitsuya glares at him. “Hanma.”
He points his thumb behind him, over his shoulder. “Finally got a chance to meet your precious Shimizu. I can see why you’ve been hiding her from us. She’s a really good girl.”
Mitsuya’s fists are unbearably tight at his sides, trembling with anger. He’s on the verge of swinging, wanting to see his ugly mug all scrunched up from his fist. However, he manages to control himself. Through gritted teeth, he growls, “Leave her alone.”
Hanma holds both hands up to him in false surrender. “Hey, I was just being polite. Saw you earlier, enjoying your cute date, thought I’d say hello. Oh, and Kisaki sends his warm regards.”
The urge to inflict violence upon the man in front of him is getting more and more difficult to suppress with each slimy word that comes out of his mouth. He’s incapable of formulating a coherent response, body shaking with rage. He always planned to keep Toman away from her as much as possible, thinking that’d be her safest option. Now, she’s become acquainted to it and in the worst way possible.
Hanma forces a chuckle. “You better get back to sweet Hana, now. Wouldn’t want to keep her waiting any longer or someone else might just come along and take her.” He shoves past him, hitting his shoulder hard with his own.
Before he can walk away, Mitsuya grabs him by the collar, tugging him close, voice low and threatening. “Don’t fucking talk about her. Don’t fucking look at her. Don’t even fucking think about her. Got it?”
Hanma laughs maniacally, clearly enjoying this side of Little Taka. “If you mind your business, we’ll mind ours.”
Mitsuya releases him, watching him disappear into the crowd of people without exchanging anymore words. He’s attempts to collect himself, returning to Hana, who stands at one of the corners, still inspecting the prizes. When she sees him, she smiles, seemingly unfazed. “Everything okay?”
For a moment, Mitsuya believes that all of it was a bluff. He slides his hand around her waist, pulling her in close. “Yeah. You?”
She rests her head on his shoulder. “Yeah. I met one of your Toman brothers. Shuji Hanma. He seems…nice.” There it is. The falter in her voice. The hesitation. The lie.
Deciding that now is not the time to discuss it, Mitsuya nods, not saying anything else.
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My Full Muse List, Updated
I decided to go through and update my entire muse list, adding and removing characters, and I decided to make a post with the list that I intend to give easy to find tags on my blog, or to pin it later on.
All male muses can be used for gender transformation asks, and any males from their series can be used for gender transformation asks so long as they follow the other rules of my blog. This applies even if a male character from the series isn't normally on my muse list as their male counterpart. I.E. Byakuya from Danganronpa as a woman with Makoto, or Bakugou from My Hero Academia as a woman with Midoriya.
Danganronpa
Makoto Naegi
Junko Enoshima
Mukuro Ikusaba
Celestia Ludenberg
Aoi Asahina
Sayaka Maizono
Kyoko Kirigiri
Sakura Oogami
Toko Fukawa
Chiaki Nanami
Mikan Tsumiki
Hiyoko Saionji
Akane Owari
Peko Pekoyama
Ibuki Mioda
Mahiru Koizumi
Sonia Nevermind
Komaru Naegi
Kanon Nakajima
Hiroko Hagakure
Kotoko Utsugi
Monaca Towa
Chisa Yukizome
Miaya Gekkogahara
Seiko Kimura
Aiko Umesawa
Ando Ruruka
Kirumi Tojo
Tsumugi Shirogane
Angie Yonaga
Tenko Chabashira
Maki Harukawa
Miu Iruma
Kaede Akamatsu
Himiko Yumeno
Spy x Family
Yor Forger
Anya Forger
League Of Legends
Ahri
Akali
Senna
Miss Fortune
Lux
Jinx
Vex
Xayah
Vi
Annie
Ashe
Caitlyn
Irelia
Seraphine
Morgana
Neeko
My Hero Academia
Izuku Midoriya
Momo Yaoyorozu
Ochako Uraraka
Mina Ashido
Tsuyu Asui
Toru Hagakure
Kyouka Jirou
Mei Hatsume
Melissa Shield
Nejire Hado
Nemuri Kayama/Midnight
Rumi Usagiyama/Mirko
Kaoruko Awata/Bubble Girl
Emi Fukukado/Ms. Joke
Ryuku Tatsuma/ Ryukyu
Yu Takeyama/Mt. Lady
Shino Sosaki/Mandalay
Ryuko Tsuchikawa/Pixie-Bob
Tomoko Shiretoki/Ragdoll
Inko Midoriya
Mitsuki Bakugou
Kinoko Komori
Tokage Setsuna
Yui Kodai
Ibara Shiozaki
Pony Tsunotori
Itsuka Kendo
Reiko Yanagi
Himiko Toga
Manami Aiba/La Brava
Nana Shimura
Camie Utsushimi
Chitose Kizuki/Curious
Fuyumi Todoroki
Rei Todoroki
Kaina Tsutsumi/Lady Nagant
Merlin (BBC Series)
Merlin Ambrosius
Morgana Le Fay
High Priestess Nimueh
Harry Potter
Harry Potter
Cho Chang
Luna Lovegood
Fleur DeLacour
Gabrielle DeLacour
Hermione Granger
Katie Bell
Alicia Spinnet
Angelina Johnson
Lavender Brown
Susan Bones
Hannah Abbott
Daphne Greengrass
Astoria Greengrass
Bellatrix Lestrange
Narcissa Malfoy
Pansy Parkinson
Nymphadora Tonks
Andromeda Tonks
Aurora Sinistra
Septima Vector
Tracey Davis
Rowena Ravenclaw
Helena Ravenclaw
Penelope Clearwater
Amelia Bones
Lily-Evans Potter
Rose Weasley
Lily Luna Potter
Sue Li
Romilda Vane
Padma Patil
Parvati Patil
Mirabel Garlick
AI The Somnium Files
Kaname Date
Aiba
Shizure Kuranushi/Boss
Mizuki Okiura
Iris Sagan
Amame Doi
Phoenix Wright
Phoenix Wright
Mia Fey
Maya Fey
Pearl Fey
Trucy Wright
Ema Skye
Franziska von Karma
Athena Cykes
Lana Skye
The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles
Ryunosuke Naruhodo
Susato Mikotoba
Iris Wilson
Nikolina Pavlova
Gina Lestrade
Percy Jackson
Percy Jackson
Hazel Levesque
Piper McLean
Annabeth Chase
Reyna Ramirez-Arellano
Thalia Grace
Zoe Nightshade
Clarisse La Rue
Rachel Elizabeth Dare
Silena Beauregard
Sally Jackson
Bianca di Angelo
Calypso
Athena
Artemis
Aphrodite
Hera
Demeter
Hestia
Hecate
Persephone
Scooby-Doo
Norville ‘Shaggy’ Rogers
Daphne Blake
Velma Dinkley
Thorn
Luna
Dusk
Tanis The Mummy
Sibella Dracula
Phantasma
RWBY
Jaune Arc
Ruby Rose
Weiss Schnee
Blake Belladonna
Yang Xiao-Long
Pyrrha Nikos
Nora Valkyrie
Coco Adel
Velvet Scarlatina
Glynda Goodwitch
Cinder Fall
Neopolitan
Emerald Sustrai
Ilia Amitola
Winter Schnee
Willow Schnee
Kali Belladonna
Summer Rose
Raven Branwen
Salem
Penny Polendina
Neon Katt
Saphron Cotta-Arc
Terra Cotta-Arc
Street Fighter
Chun-Li
Cammy White
Rainbow Mika
Mortal Kombat
Johnny Cage
Cassie Cage
Kitana
Mileena
Tanya
Jade
Sindel
Skarlet
Jacqui Briggs
Li Mei
Cetrion
Sareena
Fairy Tale
Erza Scarlet
Lucy Heartfilia
Brandish U
Konosuba
Wiz
Aqua
Megumin
Darkness
Yunyun
Avatar The Last Airbender
Katara
Toph Beifong
Azula
Ty Lee
Danny Phantom
Ember Mclain
Dani Phantom
Sam Manson
Jazz Fenton
Madeline Fenton
Desiree
Johnny Test
Johnny Test
Susan Test
Mary Test
Sissy Blakely
Lila Test
DC Comics
Bruce Wayne/Batman
Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn
Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy
Thalia al Ghul
Zatanna Zatara/Zatanna
Barbara Ann Minerva/Cheetah
Diana Prince/Wonder Woman
Teen Titans
Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson/Robin/Nightwing
Rachel Roth/Raven
Komand’r/Blackfire
Tara Strong/Terra
Jynx
Arrowverse
Oliver Queen/Green Arrow
Barry Allen/The Flash
Nyssa al Ghul
Sara Lance/White Canary
Laurel Lance/Black Canary
Thea Queen/Speedy
Shado Fei
Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost
Kara Zor-El/Supergirl
Marvel Comics/MCU
Peter Quill/Star-Lord
Peter Parker/Spider-Man
Leopold ‘Leo’ Fitz
Steve Rogers/Captain America
Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk
Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow
Jean Grey
Emma Frost
Mary Jane Watson
Gwen Stacy
Gamora
Mantis
Susan Storm/The Invisible Woman
Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch
Elektra
Kamala Khan/Mrs. Marvel
Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel
Felicia Hardy
Kitty Pryde
X-23
Mystique
Ava Ayala/White Tiger
Lady Sif
Daisy Johnson/Quake
Jemma Simmons
Melinda May
Genshin Impact
Aether
Lumine
Amber
Kamisato Ayaka
Barbara
Jean
Beidou
Ningguang
Collei
Diona
Klee
Qiqi
Paimon
Eula
Rosaria
Fischl
Mona
Ganyu
Keqing
Yoimiya
Raiden Shogun
Kujou Sara
Yae Miko
Hu Tao
Sangonomiya Kokomi
La Signora
Lisa
Noelle
Shenhe
Sucrose
Xiangling
Yelan
Code Geass
Lelouch Lamperouge/Lelouch vi Britannia
C.C.
Cornelia li Britannia
Euphemia li Britannia
Nunnally vi Britannia
Kallen Kouzuki
Villetta Nu
Kaguya Sumeragi
Shirley Fenette
Milly Ashford
Nina Einstein
Cecile Croomy
Infinite Stratos
Ichika Orimura
Chifuyu Orimura
Madoka Orimura
Cecilia Alcott
Laura Bodewig
Lingyin Huang/Rin
Charlotte Dunois
Houki Shinonono
Tabane Shinonono
Tatenashi Sarashiki
Kanzashi Sarashiki
Maya Yamada
Guilty Crown
Shu Ouma
Inori Yuzuriha
Hare Menjou
Haruka Ouma
Mana Ouma
Tsugumi
Ayase Shinomiya
Durarara!!
Mikado Ryuugamine
Celty Sturluson
Anri Sonohara
Super Mario Bros/Super Crown
Luigi
Bowsette
Booette
Rosalina
Princess Peach
Princess Daisy
Shy Gal
Undertale
Frisk
Chara
Toriel
Undyne
Muffet
Temmie
Five Nights At Freddy’s
Toy Chica
Roxanne Wolf
Glamrock Chica
Vanessa
Vanny
Every Male Animatronic As A Female
Kingdom Hearts/Disney
Sora
Kairi
Aqua
Xion
Larxene
Namine
Mulan
Elsa
Go Go Tomago
Belle
Cinderella
Alice
Snow White
Rapunzel
Helen Parr/Elastigirl
Violet Parr
Mirage
Judy Hopps
Your Turn To Die
Sara Chidoun
Maple
Tia Safalin
Reko Yabusame
Kanna Kizuchi
Huniepop
Tiffany Maye
Audrey Belrose
Kyu Sugardust
Kyanna Delrio
Celeste Luvendass
Nekopara
Chocola
Vanilla
Coconut
Azuki
Maple
Cinnamon
Spartacus
Spartacus
Ilithyia
Mira
Persona Series
Yu Narukami
Akira Kurusu/Joker
Chie Satonaka
Yukiko Amagi
Naoto Shirogane
Rise Kujikawa
Margaret
Marie
Ann Takamaki
Shiho Suzui
Makoto Niijima
Haru Okumura
Futaba Sakura
Kasumi Yoshizawa
Sae Niijima
Tae Takemi
Sadayo Kawakami
Pixie
Angel
Succubus
Silky
Apsaras
Cybele
Yaksini
Ishtar
Leanan Sidhe
Clotho
Lachesis
Atropos
Hua Po
Lilim
Maria
Pokemon Series
Hypno
Rosa
Elesa
Hilda
May
Dawn
Jessie
Lillie
Lusamine
Bea
Serena
Misty
Officer Jenny
Nurse Joy
Nessa
Cynthia
Flannery
Marnie
Lorelai
Mallow
Serena
Sonia
Akari
Mai
Arezu
Irida
Palina
Magma Admin Courtney
Nemona
Iono
Tulip
Professor Sada
Professor Juniper
Rika
Dendra
Carmine
Doki Doki Literature Club
Monika
Yuri
Sayori
Natsuki
Overwatch
Hana Song/D.VA
Amelie Lecroux/Widowmaker
Ana Amari/Ana
Angela Ziegler/Mercy
Lena Oxton/Tracer
Olivia Colomar/Sombra
Fareeha Amari/Pharah
Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe/Ashe
Brigitte Lindholm/Brigitte
Echo
Mei-Ling Zhou/Mei
Kiriko Komori/Kiriko
Illari Quispe Ruiz/Illari
Zero Escape
Sigma Klim
Phi
Alice
Clover Field
Mira
Luna
Hazuki Kashiwabara/Lotus
Akane Kurashiki
Resident Evil
Ethan Winters
Leon Scott Kennedy
Mia Winters
Claire Redfield
Jill Valentine
Sherry Birkin
Ada Wong
Rebecca Chambers
Sheeva Alomar
Bela Dimitrescu
Ashley Graham
Eveline
Dragon Ball Z
Broly
Android 18
Android 21
Cheelai
Bulma
Chi-Chi
Towa
Vados
Kusu
Marcarita
Bioshock Infinite
Booker Dewitt
Elizabeth Comstock
Helltaker
Modeus
Lucifer
Cerberus
Judgement
Azazel
Malina
Pandemonica
Justice
Beelzebub
Zdrada
Kim Possible
Ron Stoppable
Bonnie Rockwaller
Shego
Kim Possible
Monster High
Draculaura
Clawdeen Wolf
Cleo de Nile
Lagoona Blue
Toralei Stripe
Abbey Bominable
Venus McFlytrap
Spectra Vondergeist
Final Fantasy
Tifa Lockhart
Aerith Gainsborough
Yuffie Kisaragi
Jessie Rasberry
Stardew Valley
Haley
Emily
Abigail
Leah
Maru
Robin
Jodi
Caroline
Animal Crossing
Isabella
Ankha
Fauna
Judie
Diana
Infamous Second Son
Delsin Rowe
Abigail ‘Fetch’ Walker
Saints Row
The Boss
Shaundi
Kinzie Kensington
Asha Odekar
KiKi DeWynter
Viola DeWynter
Supernatural
Sam Winchester
Ruby
Lilith
Jo Harvelle
Ellen Harvelle
Ava Wilson
Bela Talbot
Sarah Blake
LOTR’s Shadow Of War
Talion
Shelob
Idril
Adventure Time
Marceline The Vampire Queen
Flame Princess
Ice Queen
Scream TV
Noah Foster
Riley Marra
Brooke Maddox
Piper Shaw
Dishonoured
Corvo Attano
Emily Kaldwin
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Xander Harris
Buffy Summers
Dawn Summers
Willow Rosenberg
Cordelia Chase
Jenny Calendar
Amy Madison
Drusilla
Faith Lehane
Tara Maclay
Darla
Until Dawn
Chris Hartley
Matt Taylor
Emily Davis
Jessica Riley
Samantha Griddings
Hannah Washington
Beth Washington
Corpse Party
Ayumi Shinozaki
Seiko Shinohara
Naomi Nakashima
Yui Shishido
Date A Live
Kurumi Tokisaki
Tohka Yatogami
Yoshino Himekawa
Gravity Falls
Dipper Pines
Pacifica Northwest
Tambry
Wendy Corduroy
Total Drama Island
Gwen
Lindsay
Heather
Bridgette
Courtney
Chuck
Charles ‘Chuck’ Bartowski
Ellie Bartowski
Sarah Walker
Carina Miller
Lou Palone
Anna Wu
Alex McHugh
Skyrim
Serana
Lydia
Aela
Beautiful Creatures
Ethan Wate
Lena Duchannes
Ridley Duchannes
Olivia ‘Liv’ Durand
Jurassic Park
Alan Grant
Zach Mitchell
Owen Grady
Ellie Sattler
Lex Murphy
Claire Dearing
Zara Young
Telltale’s The Walking Dead
Lee Everett
Javier Garcia
Clementine
Carley
Lily
Violet
Eleanor
Kate
iCarly/Victorious
Freddie Benson
Carly Shay
Sam Puckett
Jade West
Tori Vega
Trina Vega
Cat Valentine
Alice In Borderland
Ryouhei Arisu
Hikari Kuina
Rizuna An
Yuzuha Usagi
Asahi Kujō
Saori Shibuki
Elden Ring/Souls Series
Melina
Ranni
Sellen
The Fire Keeper
Lies Of P
Pinocchio
Sophia
Eugenie
Laxasia
Belle
Red Fox
Youngest Of The Black Rabbit Brotherhood
Mascots
Wendy’s Mascot
Starbucks Girl
Samsung Sam
Miscellaneous
Wednesday Addams (The Addams Family)
Lola Bunny (Looney Tunes)
Nezuko Kamado (Demon Slayer)
Chika Fujiwara (Kaguya-Sama: Love Is War)
Hinata Hyuga (Naruto)
Akeno Himejima (High School DxD)
Rin Tohsaka (Fate/Stay Night)
Hestia (Is It Wrong To Try To Pick Up Girls In A Dungeon)
Jessica Rabbit (Who Framed Roger Rabbit?)
Lara Croft (Tomb Raider)
Samus Aran (Metroid)
Ahsoka Tano (Star Wars)
Juliet Starling (Lollipop Chainsaw)
Morrigan Aensland (Darkstalkers)
Kitty Katswell (Tuff Puppy)
Palutena (Kid Icarus)
Faith Seed (Far Cry 5)
Marge Simpson (The Simpsons)
Lois Griffin (Family Guy)
Vanessa Doofenshmirtz (Phineas & Ferb)
Ciri (The Witcher)
Quiet (Metal Gear Solid)
Loona (Helluva Boss)
Tigress (Kung Fu Panda)
Frankie Foster (Foster’s Home For Imaginary Friends)
Super Sonico (Nitroplus)
Faith Connors (Mirror’s Edge)
Mavis Dracula (Hotel Transylvania)
2B (Nier Automata)
Alice Angel (Bendy And The Ink Machine)
Piper Wright (Fallout 4)
Saeko Busujima (Highschool Of The Dead)
Komi Shouko (Komi Can’t Communicate)
Rem (Re:Zero)
Raphtalia (Rising Of The Shield Hero)
Velvet Crowe (Tales Of Berseria)
Smurfette (The Smurfs)
Lady Love Dies (Paradise Killer)
Tatsumaki (One Punch Man)
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I Don't Hate You: Chapter 7
Pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x Reader
Warning: Angst, Fluff
A/N: It's here! The final Chapter, I hope you've enjoyed this series as much as I enjoyed altering the script for the movie!
Chapter 6
Main Master-List
Series Master-List
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The Stacy house was empty as George was called off for work, Y/N stood in the kitchen looking at the contents of the pantry. She paused her actions hearing footsteps enter the kitchen before the fridge opened. Turning to look over her shoulder, Y/N watched as Gwen shifted though the things in the fridge before groaning and closing it.
Y/N sighed “Okay….” she closed the cabinet and faced Gwen “Peter asked me to prom… and he’s not an absolute dib-shit… so I guess I could go”
Gwen’s face lit up “really”
Y/N nodded “really” she quickly held up her hand as if to tell Gwen to wait “But this is a one time thing”
Gwen let out a squeal, running over to Y/N and hugging her. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Gwen pulled out of the hug “We have to go dress shopping!”
“Uh no we’re not” Y/N crossed her arms.
“So you know what you’re gonna wear then?” Gwen crossed her arms right back.
Y/N hummed “Well…. Well I thought abou-”
Gwen quickly pulled Y/N’s arm towards the front door, grabbing her bag and Y/N’s car keys as they walked “We are going to look for dresses”
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Chatter filled the store as Y/N and Gwen sorted through the seemingly endless racks of dresses. “How are we even gonna pay for this?” Y/N turned to Gwen who simply held up her purse.
“Dad gave me an allowance card, and trust me when I say I’ve saved up” Gwen hummed, pulling a long red dress with long sleeves out from the rack and examining it. “He gave it to me when I started hanging out with Liz, but Flash was always there so he just paid for stuff” she shrugged before handing the dress to Y/N “Try this one”
Y/N eyed the dress before shaking her head with a laugh “You’re lucky I’m being open to new things today” she folded the dress over her arm before continuing to look through the rack. “Since we’re giving suggestions…” Y/N pulled a two piece ‘dress’ from the rack, the top was a gray lacey and a cropped tank top style, and the skirt was layered with gray and lavender tool that caused the skirt to poof out.
Gwen smiled and asked ‘do I have to?’ as she took the dress from Y/N “I’ll try it on but the top is the only thing I like”
Y/N laughed seeing her sister's reaction “if anything it’s just for fun.” As they continued shopping, the girls pulled out a few different dresses for themselves and each other before they made their way to the dressing rooms.
“The two pieces you gave me look like crap” Gwen called out over the wall.
A chuckled came from Y/N “Good, because so does the red dress you gave me”
As clothes rustled on Gwen’s side of the dressing room she called out to Y/N “Can I show you this next one?”
“Yeah” Y/N called back “Give me a minute to put the next one on” after a few minutes Y/N called back out “I’m ready”
“Okay” Gwen opened the door to her room and stepped out into the hallway “Y/N I thought you said you were ready?” she looked at her door.
“I am, i just-” there was a pause as Y/N shuffled around “my sleeve got snagged on the hanger of one of the other dresses.” a few moments after Y/N opened her door, smoothing out the emerald velvet of her dress.
“You look hot!” Gwen smiled, “You have to get it!”
Y/N shook her head smiling as she took in the pink-tinted cream dress Gwen wore, which was adorned with vine and floral embroidery. “You don’t look too bad you’re self” Y/N walked over to Gwen, she picked up a layer of tool form the skirt, her fingers tracing over the embroidery. “Is it stupid if I ask if I can just get this one?” Y/N asked sheepishly. “You can always look for a different dress but I really don’t wanna have to keep trying stuff on.
Gwen smiled, “Y/N this is the best store in the mall, I don’t think we’re gonna find anything better.” she hummed.
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“Gwen, is this really necessary?” Y/N flinched as she moved away from Gwen’s hand.
Gwen let out a frustrated groan as she set the eyeliner brush down “Y/N, this is the only time in your life where you’re doing something normal and completely expected of you by society. Yes this is necessary, now hold still” she picked up the eyeliner brush again and started where she left off.
“Gwen….what am I supposed to do?” Gwen furrowed her brows. “Like when I get there?”
She shrugged “You could, dance, or be a wallflower……. You could pull what you did at Johnny’s party?” she suggested with a smirk.
Y/N pinched Gwen’s arm “I’m serius… Peter asked me and I told him no, and now I’m going”
“Well then find him… dance.. Kiss him… just do something till I’m ready to come home, because you know Dad isn’t gonna like it if one of us comes home without the other” Gwen grabbed a different brush and a compact of blush and began sweeping a little across Y/N’s cheeks “...But whatever you do, give me credit for making you look this good” setting the blush down she turned around to grab two different lipsticks and held them out to Y/N.
Looking between the two Y/N pointed to the more neutral option of the two. “Thank you… again” she tilted her head as Gwen began to lightly apply the lipstick
“Oh don’t thank me, someone needed to push you to have at least one normal highschool experience” Gwen chuckled in response.
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As day turned to night, George Stacy sat on the couch of their living room watching the TV. Unaware of his surroundings, Y/N patted down the stairs in her emerald dress calling out to her father “Bye Dad, I’m going to prom”
George let out a laugh not turning his attention away from the TV “Okay, have fun sweetie”
It wasn’t until he heard the door shut that he turned his head just in time to see Gwen coming down the stairs in her dress that his eyes widened. “What is that?” he stood from the couch
“A prom dress.”
George furrowed his brow “I seem to be hearing that word a lot lately.” as he finished his sentence the doorbell rang, and Gwen turned to open it, revealing Harry thanding in a tux. He smiled seeing Gwen’s dress, “Hi” Gwen smiled back at him.
“Wow.”Harry started “I, um... wow”
Gwen laughed taking Harry’s hand, starting out the door “Bye, Daddy”
“Stop” George called out “Turn and explain”
Gwen let out a sigh as she turned to her father, hand still locked with Harry’s ”Okay, remember how you said I could date if Y/N dated?” she started “Well, she found this guy who’s actually kind of perfect for her. Which is actually kind of perfect for me” she turned and motioned to Harry “because Harry asked me to go to the prom, and I really really really wanna go… and since Y/N went, I guess I’m allowed to, based on the aforementioned rule, and it’s previous stipulations, of course.” she turned back to her father and smiled.
Harry extended his hand to George as Gwen started to pull him out the door. Before he could get a word out to George he was out the door “Let's go Harry” she quickly said as they dash away down the walk.
Going over to stand in the door fram George called out to them “I know every cop in town, bucko!” he watched as they got in Harry’s car “This is not good” he mumbled.
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Glancing around nervously Peter watched as everyone started to enter the ballroom of the hotel, he looked behind himself before looking back into the lobby. He smiled as his eyes locked with Y/N’s as she entered the lobby, making her way over to him.
“Wow” Peter’s eyes widened
Y/N smirked taking Peter’s suit “You too” she hummed “Where’d you get a suit last minute?”
Peter shrugged “You know, just something I had lying around” he smiled “Where’d you get the dress?”
“Oh just something I had… you know, lying around” she chuckled, giving him the same answer. Taking her hand in his, Peter began to lead Y/N towards the ballroom, but not before she stopped him “Listen Peter… I am so sorry that I questioned your motives… that was wrong” she paused “... I was wrong”
Peter let out a sigh, his thumb running over the back of her hand “I forgive you” he gave her a smile, to which she returned “Now, you ready for this?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be” pulling her into the loud ballroom, they made their way to the dance floor. As Peter and Y/N entered, she spotted Harry and Gwen dancing cheek to cheek. She gave a little smile before Peter and her assumed the same position.
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Readjusting his tux Flash checked his reflection in the window of the Stacy household before he knocked on the door. With a deadpan look on his face George opened the front door before leaning against the frame, taking in Flashes stance
“Hi Mr. Stacy, my name's Flash. I’m here to pick up Gwen” Flash smiled, giving him an icy glare. George didn’t say a thing as he slammed the door in Flash’s face.
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Back at the dance, Y/N and Peter laughed before Y/N felt a hand tug at her arm. Turning from Peter she was met with a frantic Mary Jane. “Have you seen him?”
Y/N’s brows furrowed “Who?”
Mary Jane looked around the dance floor once more as she spoke “William… he asked be to meet him here”
“Umm… Mary Jane'' Peter interrupted, pointing to the stage, where Ned stood dressed in a makeshift shakespearean suit. He smiled and bowed to Mary Jane before hopping off the stage and making his way to her
“M’Lady” He beamed, taking MJ’s hand in his.
She curtsied to him “Good Sir” a blush came across her face as Ned kissed the back of her hand in courtly manner, before leading her away.
Y/N and Peter smiled after the two before turning their attention to the band, who had finished their song. They clapped, turning her head to Peter and she yelled over the applause “Do you wanna get a drink?” as she started to walk away he grabbed her hand.
“How about one more dance before the drink?” he smirked
Confused Y/N opened her mouth to speak, yet before she could another song started and her eyes widened “Oh me god!” she turned her head back to the stage seeing a new band starting to play “It-”
“I called in a favor” Peter hummed.
Smiling from ear to ear, Y/N leaned over and pulled Peter in for a kiss as they started to dance to the song.
Across the dance floor, Gwen smiled seeing her older sister before she nudged Harry who stood next to her “Look” she motioned over to Y/N and Peter.
Looking over as the two pulled out of their kiss, Harry nodded before looking over to Gwen “You think your dad will be fine with you staying out later?”
Turning her attention to Harry Gwen smirked. “What are you planning Osborn?”
He shrugged “Peter, Ned, and I were thinking of taking you ladies out to get some fried and milkshakes after this”
Nodding, Gwen smiled leaning over to kiss Harry’s cheek “Hey I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go touch up my makeup” she hummed before making her way to the bathroom.
Upon entering the bathroom, Gwen paused seeing Liz fixing her hair in the mirror. Walking over to Liz she gave the girl a small smile “Hey what are you doing here?”
Liz scoffed at Gwen in the mirror, not turning her attention away from her hair “Oh, you didn’t think you were the only sophomore at the prom?” She turned to Gwen “Flash just picked me up.” She gave Gwen a cheeky smirk.
Gwen shook her head as she started to touch up her lipstick “Well congratulations Liz, he’s all yours”
Liz’s smirk grew as her tone dripped with sarcasm “How very generous, princess… and just so you know, Flash only liked you for one reason” Gwen tilted her head slightly as Liz continued “He even had a bet going with his friends. He was gonna nail you tonight”
Her eye’s widening, Gwen backed away from Liz before exiting the bathroom with a look of disgust on her face.
Disappearing into the crowd, Gwen passed by Y/N and Peter once more in the mist of dancing.
“The outskirts of New York” Peter blurted out
“What?” Y/N pulled her head away from Peter’s shoulder
“That's where I was last year” he continued “I wasn't in jail, I don't know Doctor Conners, and I didn’t sleep with Felicia Hardy… I don’t think…” Y/N chuckled, “You see, my Uncle, he was ill, so I spent most of the year on his couch watching Wheel of Fortune and making Spaghettios.” he leaned into whisper in Y/N’s ear “End of story” he turned to spin Y/N. Just as he was about to spin her back to him, Flash grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side.
“Hey! What is Gwen doing here with that cheese dick?” he spat at Peter “I didn't pay you to take out Y/N so that some little punk could snake me with Gwen.”
Y/N’s eyes widened hearing Flash’s words as she turned to Peter “Nothing in it for you huh?” she turned on her heel walking out of the ballroom.
About to go after her, Peter was grabbed by Flash again. Seeing the flight start to break out, Ned danced over to Gwen and Harry with Mary Jane. “Sir Harry” he started “The shit hath hitteth the fan...eth.” Ned motioned over to just in time to see Peter break away from Flash and take off after Y/N.
Looking between each other, Harry, Gwen, and Ned made their way over to Flash. Placing a hand on Flash’s shoulder, Ned started “Flash, pal, compadre. Listen-” Before Ned could finish, Flash pushed him to the side, hard enough where Ned fell to the ground. Flash then pointed to Harry
“You messed with the wrong guy, and now you’re gonna pay. You, and that little bitch.”
Harry’s eyes widened hearing Flash’s word “Alright, that’s enough! Okay? You crossed the line-” Harry was on the floor holding his jaw as Flash stood over him with his fist clenched.
“Oh come one” Flash mocked “Get up, you little punk!” feeling a tap on his shoulder, Flash turned just in time to catch Gwen’s fist on his nose. He stumbled backwards “SHIT GWEN!” he yelled “I’m shooting a nose spray ad tomorrow!”
Gwen yelled right back “That was for making my date bleed” she stepped forward to Flash again before slapping him across the cheek “That's for my sister” as he was crouched over, Gwen grabbed his shoulders “And this is for me” she shoved her knee upwards into his groin, he doubled over in pain.
Turning her attention to Harry, she pulled him up from the floor and placed a hand on Harry’s cheek “Are you okay?”
Harry nodded, smiling “Never been better.” Gwen pulled Harry closer to her, as she kissed him.
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As the chaos ensued inside the ballroom, Y/N headed for the lobby as Peter caught her arm “Would you give me a chance to expl-”
Before he could, Y/N cut him off “You were paid to take me out! By the one person I truly hate” she pulled herself from his grasp and started for the lobby once more “I knew this was a set-up!”
“Y/N, it wasn't like that, okay?” Peter pleaded
“Really?!” she turned to him “What was it like? A down payment now and then a bonus later for sleeping with me?”
Peter shook his head “No, I didn't care about the money, okay? I cared... I cared about you.”
Y/N’s face contorted in anger and sadness, she shook her head “You aren’t who I thought you were” she turned to walk away, but before she could Peter out of desperation grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her. Y/N almost relaxed into the kiss for a second before she jerked away fleeing out the lobby and onto the streets.
Coming up behind Peter, Gwen placed a hand on his shoulder having seen what happened. They shared a look of guilt, for dragging Y/N to the prom and into this mess.
The next day Y/N could be found sitting on the balcony railing with a sketchbook in hand. Y/N hummed to herself before Gwen approached bearing a cup of tea. She paused next to her sister before she offered it to Y/N “You want?”
Y/N nodded taking the mug “Thanks”
Gwen watched as Harry’s car pulled up to the curb, she turned back to Y/N “So are you sure you don't want to go sailing with us?” Gwen motioned to Harry “It'll be fun.”
Turning her neck to look over at Harry, who offered her a soft smile and waved. She waved back “No, I’m fine”
Gwen nodded going to walk off the porch before she backtracked and stood in front of Y/N once more “Look” she started “I don’t know if I ever thanked you for going last night, but it really meant a lot to me.
Y/N chuckled sadly, turning her attention back to her drawing “I’m glad”
Jogging up the steps to the porch, looking very chipper, Harry notices the seriousness of the situation and turned to Gwen “Hey” he hummed quietly
“Hey” she smiled.
“You ready?” Gwen nodded before Harry turned to Y/N “See you later” as he and Gwen took off from the porch. As they walked to Harry’s car, he leaned over to Gwen and asked in a whispered tone “Is she okay?”
Gwen just shrugged “I hope so.”
As soon as they left, George emerged from the house, watching the car take off. “Where’s your sister going?”
Shaking her head, Y/N responded sarcastically as usual “She’s meeting some bikers. Big ones… who could possible get her arrested”
Unamused by the response George took a seat in a chair just opotise of the place where Y/N sat “Funny…” he paused “So tell me about this dance….Was it.. Hoppin‘?”
Y/N chuckled her herself hearing her fathers words before she responded, not taking her eyes off of her art “Parts of it.”
He raised his brow “Which parts?”
A smile came for Y/N’s face “The part where Gwen beat the hell out of some guy.
“Gwen did what” he muttered out
Y/N scoffed “What's the matter? Upset that I rubbed off on her?”
George shook his head “on the contrary… I’m impressed” Y/N looked up, surprised at her father‘s approval before he continued “You know, fathers don't like to admit it when their daughters are capable of running their own lives.” he paused looking away from Y/N “It means we've become spectators… Gwen still lets me play a few innings… You've had me on the bench for years… and when you go to UCLA, I won't even be able to watch the game.”
Y/N furrowed her brow “When I go?”
George’s eyes widened as he stood from his spot “Oh, boy. Don't tell me you've changed your mind. I already sent 'em a check.”
Leaping off of the railing, Y/N walked over she pulled him in for a hug.
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The next day, Mr. Dillon stood at a podium and faced the class with an open book in front of him. “All right. I assume everyone has found time to complete their poem.” he smiled looking at Flash “Except for Mr. Thompson-” Mr. Dillon began to laugh as the whole class turned to see Flash sink into his seat with a bandage over his nose and bruising along his nose and the side of his cheek as Mr. Dillon continued “who has an excuse…. So anyone brave enough to read theirs aloud?”
No one made a move, until Y/N raised her hand “I will” she hummed
Peter, who was actually in class, watched as Y/N made her way to the front of the class.
“Oh lord here we go…” Mr. Dillon muttered, moving to stand off to the side.
Y/N cleared her throat as she looked down to read from the notebook she had brought up with her
“I hate the way you question me, And the way you wear your hair. I hate how you drive a minivan, And the way you always stare. I hate your big brown eyes, and how you read my mind. I hate how much you know I hate you. I hate you so much it makes me rhyme.” she paused for a moment before continuing.
“I hate how you’re always right, even when you’re not. I hate it when you lie to me, And how you always make things right. I hate how you say good night, even worse when you tell me ‘hi’.” her voice shook as she read, tears slowly making their way down her cheeks.
“I hate it when you're not around, And the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. The way I couldn’t even hate you at all.” She looked directly at Peter, locking eyes. Peter bit his cheek as he watched Y/N quickly walk over to her desk, grabbing her things before leaving the speechless classroom.
As the end of the day bell rang out, students left the school.
Waving goodbye to Mary Jane Y/N approached her car, as she opened the door she was greeted with the same Fender Stratocaster guitar that Peter saw her playing in the store, reclining in the front seat.
Slowly picking up the guitar, Y/N inspected every detail, as Peter leaned in behind her.
“Nice right?” he hummed.
Turning to face Peter, Y/N’s eyes widened “A Fender Strat? Is this for me?”
Peter nodded “I thought you could use it… You know, when you start your band.” he turned to lean against Y/N’s car “Besides, I had some extra cash, you know. Some asshole paid me to take out a really great girl.”
A small smirk came to Y/N’s face as she eyed Peter “ Is that right?”
Peter nodded once more “Yeah, but I screwed up. I, um...I fell for her.” a blush covered his cheeks as his gaze was focused on the ground.
“Really?’ Y/N hummed causing Peter to look back up to meet her eyes
“It's not every day you find a girl who'll flash someone to get you out of detention.” he smiled
“Oh god” Y/N laughed a flush now covering her own cheeks. Smiling Peter placed a hand on her waist and pulled her body close to his as their lips melded together perfectly. Her arms started to wrap around his neck before she pulled away “You can't just buy me a guitar every time you screw up, you know.” she raised her brow
Peter winced at the remark before he dipped his head down to kiss along her jawline “Yeah, I know. But then, you know, there’s always drums” he moved to kiss behind her ear “and bass” he moved back down to her jaw “and maybe even one day a tambourine.” he moved to give her another kiss, which she breaks off again.
“And don't just think you can-”
Before she could go off on a tangent he pulled her tightly by the waist, pressing his lips to hers one more to shut her up, not letting her end it this time.
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Amren said this to Nesta but we know it ended up not applying to her as she did become a warrior in ACOSF:
“There are many types of strength beyond the ability to wield a blade and end lives. Amren told me that yesterday.”
It feels like such an Elain quote because we know that despite her trying to fit in with the IC, cruelty still bothers her. It also reminded me of a quote said by Yrene:
"So I may not be a warrior waving a sword about, may not be worthy of your glorious tales, but at least I save lives--not end them."
We know that Elain is a Seer however we don't know if that's all she's capable of.
In the TOG series, we learn that Yrene is a descendent of Silba who was the Goddess of Healing. Silba was eventually trapped (along with the other Gods) when Aelin closed the Wyrdgates.
We also learn this information:
Silba's symbol is the Owl, as seen carved in multiple places in the Torre Cesme. The color that represents her is lavender. Lightweight robes of lavender are given to healers to wear after washing before entering the Womb.
Back when SJM had Pinterest she tagged Elain under a photo of Blodeuwedd who was considered to be the Welsh Goddess of Spring. A goddess who also is turned into an Owl at the end of the fairytale. I've done posts in the past highlighting the many owl like characteristics Elain has been showing:
Elain blinked and blinked
Elain cocked her head
Elain shifted her face toward him. Another blink
Elain perched silently
the wisdom she’d spoken
Elain somehow heard that Cassian and Nesta were in trouble with the King and she managed to get to them all on her own. Owls have extremely good hearing.
Also, owls are the only birds who fly silently and are known for their "stealth" when going after prey:
wondering if she’d been taking lessons in stealth
Elain was again at my side. I hadn’t heard her steps.
Mercifully, Elain quietly approached
having appeared so silently
Nesta started, not having heard her sister approach
So Silba's symbol was an owl, SJM had a pin for Elain under another Goddess whose symbol was an owl and Elain is demonstrating very owl like behaviors.
Lavender was also the color associated with the Goddess of Healing. Elain is either wearing blue or pink in books 1 - 3.5 but we only see her wearing the following in Silver Flames:
lilac gown
gown of amethyst velvet
purple dress sweeping behind her. “
And the very last dress she's wearing in the Novella:
From the edge of my vision, purple and gold flashed—Elain
Lavender, lilac, amethyst and purple are all very similar shades.
We also know a Healers power comes out in the form of light:
In ACOWAR, Feyre says this of Elain:
She had been always so full of light.
And in SF, Nesta of Elain:
Her sister turned toward her, glowing with health.
She glowed with good health.
I'm not sure if Elain would be a Healer in the same way Yrene is but it's interesting that the Mother / Cauldron found Elain worthy so it blessed her with powers and there are hints tying her to Silba.
We know that the Spring Court, Lucien, & Tamlin are all broken at this point and I think Elain will play a huge role in "healing" the lands and their relationships.
Beyond that, if Elain were capable of healing in the way Yrene was then she could play her own important part in the possible upcoming war against the Daglan / Asteri without needing to wield a sword since a Healers Light is capable of destroying them (if the Daglan / Asteri are in fact Valg which there are hints of). Not to mention Koschei. As brother of the Weaver, he is most likely Valg due to the fact that she bled black in ACOMAF. We're told that Autumn's fire cannot withstand Koschei's lake which means he would need defeated in some other way if Elain and Lucien set out to free Vassa together.
She plucked another figurine from the mantel: a rose carved from a dark sort of wood. “He made this one for Elain"
she pulled the small, carved rose from her pocket and set it upon the gravestone. A permanent marker of the beauty and good he’d tried to bring into the world.
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Character Intro: Anteros (Kingdom of Ichor)
*this character will appear later in the series
Nicknames- Mush by Aphrodite
Ant by Ares & the others in the pantheon
Mr. A by Eros
Rosy by Harmonia
Age- 16 (immortal)
Location- Cyprus, Olympius
Personality- He and his twin brother are two drastically opposite sides of the same coin. Anteros is a soft spoken, serious, & sensitive soul in addition to being intelligent. He's not really interested in the glitz and glamour of the pantheon.
He has the standard abilities of a god. As the god of requited love (& avenger of unrequited love), his powers and abilities include flight (due to his feathered butterfly shaped wings), summoning/communicating with swans & doves, limited amokinesis (can curse two people to temporarily fall in love), being exceptional at archery (on par with his brother and aunt & uncle), and invisibility.
Anteros lives with his mother & younger siblings at her mansion in the state of Cyprus. He also spends time in Thrace, Sparta, the New Olympus neighborhoods of Chant du Cygne & Queenstown, Shimmering Tail Island, and the royal palace on Mt. Olympus.
He (along with his fraternal twin brother) were the first set of twins to be born to Aphrodite (goddess of love & beauty) and Ares (god of war). Their "official" debut was a full spread in Modern Olympus magazine. The cover featured Anteros and Eros (at only a few days old) laying side by side on a mink blanket with their bare bums touching. Anteros and his brothers were some of the few in the pantheon to age the fastest!
His go-to drink is an almond amaretto smoothie. He also likes red wine, ginger ale, espresso con panna, earl grey tea, martinis, blue velvet cocktails, and aviation cocktails.
Ant loves his twin brother. Even when there are instances of arguments and moments when he thinks Eros is too immature & selfish or when Eros calls him a "tight-assed humorless prick", they ultimately care for each other. They often spend time together- whether it's shopping, surfing at the beach, going to the spa, going to the opera, going to the cinema, or practicing their archery. He also cares for his younger siblings. Anteros has been teaching his baby sisters how to read and he plays basketball & watches wrestling matches with the "demon duo."
His favorite colors are lavender, gray, brown, & powder blue.
Ant's relationship with his parents is interesting to say the least. He obviously cares for them, but views their "on again/off again" relationship as painful whiplash. He also can't help but feel overlooked by them. Even though they say that they don't have favorites, Anteros does pick up on how Aphrodite is with Eros and Harmonia versus how Ares is with Deimos, Adrestia, & Phobos. With his mom, he'll go shopping with her, check out an art gallery or two before going to the spa (he loves the steam room & full body sea salt scrub). They'll end the day with a bottle of red wine and eat pink macaroni (her favorite comfort food) while watching a sad movie marathon.
Some of his favorite desserts include the pain au chocolat, chocolate & caramel souffles, creme brulee, and galette de rois.
In the pantheon, Anteros is close with his cousins from his uncle Hephaestus (god of the forge)- Eucleia, Euthenia, Eupheme, & Philophrosyne. He also views some of his mom's close friends as honorary aunts and uncles like The Graces, Ganymede (god of homosexual love & desire), and Ditus (god of bisexuality, effeminacy, & fertility). His nona (godmother) is Peitho (goddess of persuasion & sensuality). Anteros also really likes his aunts Hebe (goddess of youth) and Eileithyia (Ella) (goddess of childbirth). He often has tea & milano cookies with his grandmother Hera (goddess of women & marriage) and he golfs with his grandfather Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning). He also sometimes tends to the pet lions of his great-grandmother Rhea (Titaness of fertility, motherhood, & comfort).
He describes his fashion style as "high fashion dark academia."He's a fan of tailored trousers, collared shirts, cozy knit sweaters or vests laid over button-downs, oversized coats & blazers, and chunky loafers & boots. Anteros also doesn't mind dressing casually in linen tees, skinny jeans, and chuck taylors.
He uses the Glory's Crown coconut milk & honey curling custard on his bouncy dark brown coils.
His favorite sandwich from The Bread Box is the croque monsieur.
To keep busy, Anteros sometimes models for his grandfather's fashion brand, Platinum Alchemy. He also writes for his magazine and was even featured in his mom's Look Book- a collection of photographs & stylized portraits.
As far as romantic relationships, Anteros is feeling conflicted about the feelings he has for one of The Hesperides, Erytheis (who's also good friends with his mom). After sharing a passionate kiss in a secret room of the royal palace during a Summer Solstice celebration, they both decided that starting up a relationship would probably not be the best idea. She stated that the kiss felt like a betrayal to his mom. Anteros still hasn't stopped having fantasies of running his fingers through her long ash blonde hair or picking up the fragrant scent of lilies & vanilla from her neck. He almost touched himself to one of the fantasies he was having about her, but stopped himself.
Aphrodite gifted him with a steel gray vintage 1960's sports car.
In his free time, he loves reading poetry (as well as writing his own). He also likes to write romantic & gothic love stories. Some of the themes explored in his poetry include toxic relationships, unrequited love, forbidden love, identity, mortality, and death. Anteros also enjoys horseback riding, surfing, yoga, basketball, chess, & transcribing music. He's become quite skilled at playing the piano.
Some of his favorite meals include the coq au vin, ratatouille, moules-frites, and cuisses de grenouille.
"Even though we never said it to each other, we knew."
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