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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 3 years

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A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother.

Medieval Au

Princess Y/N Stark of York New must marry a man chosen by her brother, by the time she is 21. Her brother's council have the perfect man in mind, one that is terrifying and hell bent on having his Queen. But Princess Y/N's heart belongs to another, and luckily so does her hand in marriage. 'A princess is far more powerful than a king, my love. You have the power of merging families and kingdoms. You have the power of carrying hopeful heirs to the throne. You have more power than you know...'

Bold italics are flashbacks.

Series warnings: swearing, medieval views on women, arranged marriage, smut, bloodshed, violence, 18+ readers only

Part warnings: talk of arranged marriage, light swearing, slight violence, talk of beheading

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<Part 5<

Part 6

The days that followed the chaos in the woods went by in a blur. Steven seemed to be in meetings none stop, his council keeping him busier than he would have liked but he was King after all. You were certain you went almost three days without seeing him. But there was always someone to keep you entertained or to spend your time with. You did miss the King's company though.

Not long after the clock had hit midnight on your last night in Brook, you found yourself walking down the hallway toward Steven's study. The sound of raised voices coming from behind the closed door made you stop just before you could raise your hand and knocked.

"ENOUGH!" Steven shouted along with what you assumed was him banging his fist down against a table. "I am not discussing this any further, Sir Alexander, please leave."

You tried to move back as quickly as you could before Sir Alexander opened the door but it seems he was far closer than you had expected.

As he stepped out, he almost bumped into you, glaring down at you like you were something underneath his shoe. "Spying on us, Miss Stark."

You glared up at him, "Certainly not, Pierce, I was about to knock on the door. And have you forgotten who you are speaking to?" You scowled at the man.

"My apologise, Your Highness." He bowed to you half-heartedly before sulking off.

You stuck your tongue out behind the wretched man's back before you turned back to face the door, only to find Steven stood leaning against his desk with a grin. You began to blush as he beckoned you in.

"Not very lady-like, Princess." He teased.

"Don't you mean, Miss Stark," You scoffed and closed the door behind yourself, "God, that man,"

Steven sighed heavily as he nodded and pushed himself up from where he was leaning. "He is infuriating... My apologies for the way he addressed you, Y/N. I will have a word with him." He said as he moved around to sit in his chair.

You shook your head, drifting towards his desk. "No need, Steven. I know what he is like... Unfortunately, he is like most men I have the pleasure of knowing." You scowled.

Steven's brow creased as he looked at you, "I hope I am not included?" His tone was light.

You shook your head with a warm smile. "Of course not, Your Majesty."

Steven watched you as you wandered around his office, running your fingertips over the surfaces. There was something troubling you, he could tell just by the way your brow was knitted together, and the soft pout you had on your lips. You were overthinking, why else weren't you asleep.

"What's troubling you, Y/N?" Steven asked.

You looked over your shoulder to him, taking in a deep breath as you took him in. He wasn't wearing his formal court attire, just a plain white tunic that was open, letting some of his chest hair peak out and breeches and boots. He was stressed, you could tell he'd been dragging his hands through his hair.

"I was thinking of you,"

Steven's face twisted with confusion, "Me?" You nodded turning your head back towards his bookcase. "I don't understand, Princess, why would I trouble you. Have I done something wrong?" He frowned.

"No," You spun around quickly, taking steps closer to his desk. "Of course not." You smiled warmly at him. "You could never do anything wrong to me, Steven."

"I hope so," Steven gave you a pleased smile as he rested his head on his hand, "So if I'm not the cause of your trouble, what is?"

"I-" You let out a frustrated sigh as you fiddled with your own hands, "You mentioned before we were attacked in the woods, something about your council forcing you to marry?"

Steven silently nodded.

"Well, I was just thinking about it... I hope you marry someone who adores you... And truly, cares for you... not just as the King of Brook but, as a person..." You blushed deeply looking down to your slippered feet. You'd forgotten you were in your nightdress. Pepper would have a heart attack if she could see you now. "You're wonderful, Steven..."

Steven groaned as he leaned forwards onto his desk and hid his face in his hands. "... Clearly not everyone agrees with you," He sighed, "Why else would Margeret have done what she had?"

Why indeed? You never understood why the Queen of Brook, Steven's wife, did what she did.

Six months after your 16th birthday, Steven and Margret were married and crowned King and Queen of Brook. They were the picture-perfect couple, or so you would have thought. Steven always been a good king. He worked hard to look after his kingdom. 'Queen' Margret didn't like Steven not paying her enough attention over the eight months they were married, not that she was lacking it and she never had anything to do with the court as a Queen should.

No, Queen Margret was far too busy with her lover. Her lover that was from a neighbouring kingdom, one that was not on good terms with Brook. Steven was a broken man for a long time after learning Margret was with her lover since before they were married.

'You look weak, Your Majesty,' Sir Alexander had hissed, 'You need to make a point with her... you know what needs to be done'. And so Steven had his wife and her lover trialled, they were charged with treason and both sentenced to death by beheading.

"I know I shouldn't speak ill of the dead..." You frowned as you thought about that woman and what she had put Steven through, "But she was a bitch!"

Steven looked up at your outburst, unable to help the crooked smile as he watched your frown deepen. He sighed deeply as he ran his hand over the back of his neck. "... Sir Alexander seems to think her family is a good one, and I should marry her cousin-"

"Sharon!" You cut the King off, stepping as close to his desk as you could without bumping into it. "Steven you can not marry that woman, not after what she did."

Sharon was just as evil as Margaret, in your opinion. It was obvious she was jealous of her cousin, having had a crush on Steven since they were children. Sharon preyed on Steven's broken heart, wormed her way into his everyday life, trying to replace the woman who had once been his wife.

Just before your 18th birthday, Steven invited you to visit Brook for one of your first trips without Anthony. Steven had promised you could visit when the weather was warmer. He knew how much you loved the ocean there, and he kept his promise.

One night whilst you were having dinner along with Bucky and Sam, and of course Sharon, the men were making jokes, some at their King's expense. They were friends, their titles did not matter when they were joking. That wasn't the case it seemed for Sharon. She'd always hated having you around the castle and Steven because you were a princess and she was Lady Sharon. You weren't aware of her dislike to you, you had done nothing wrong as far as you knew.

"Sir James, you should not say such things in front of the Princess." Sharon hushed the knight that sat opposite you.

You grinned at Bucky, "No need to worry, Lady Sharon, you'd be surprised of the things I have heard whilst these three jest with one another."

"Perhaps it would be wise for you to stop being in their company, Princess. After all, you are supposed to be a young lady and not some thick-headed man." Sharon spoke down towards her plate.

You let out a small giggle, "I knew it, Your Majesty," You turned to look at Steven with a playful grin, "I always said you were thick." You teased, making the men once again start their laughter and jokes.

"How dare you speak to the King like so," Sharon cried out as she swung her arm through the air and hit the back of her hand against your cheek. "You wretched little child."

"Sharon, no!" Steven snarled as he along with Sam and Bucky pushed their chairs back and stood up. You held your face as tears burned your eyes, threatening to fall. "What have you done."

"Lady Sharon, we have no choice but to arrest-"

"No!" You cut Bucky off and grabbed a hold of Steven's arm as he knelt beside you, wanting to check you were okay. Your eyes were wide and teary as you looked into his. "Please, don't. It-it was a mis- misunderstanding, Steven,"

He shook his head as he reached up and slid his hand over your burning cheek. "Y/N, I-"

"Please. You can't-" You sniffled as the tears finally fell. You cleared your throat and quickly stood up, "If, you'd excuse me," You gathered your skirts and began to run towards the doors, slipping through them before they were barely open.

With a heavy sigh, Steven pushed himself up from where he had been knelt beside you and glared down at Sharon. "Why would you do something so ridiculous as that, Sharon?"

"She was insulting you, Your Majest-"

"SHE IS A FRIEND!" Steven snarled.

"SHE IS A CHILD, STEVEN!" Sharon cried as she tried to move closer to him but Steven stepped back and held his hand up in front him. "Steven-"

"I want you gone by first light. You are no longer welcome here, Lady Sharon." Steven turned his back to her, clasping his hands behind his back as he did.

"But-"

"GO!" Steven ordered her.

Bucky and Sam lead Lady Sharon out of the great hall and to her chambers where she was ordered to stay until first light.

However, that wasn't what happened. When Steven had decided to retire to his chambers sometime after the incident, he found Sharon naked in his bed, begging him to forgive her for her actions. Steven ordered her to leave Brook at once.

Steven stood from his chair with a frustrated sigh, "I know, Y/N," He walked around to where you stood and leaned against his desk. "I have made sure Sir Alexander knows I have no intentions of marrying Lady Sharon." He gave you a reassuring smile as he reached up and laid his hand over the cheek that Lady Sharon had hit. His eyes moved to the other one that the bandit had hit, it had bruised quite badly but thankfully the bruise had nearly faded. "I am sorry for what happened that night." He whispered, smiling as you tilted your face into his palm as your eyes closed.

You reached up and placed your hand over his. "It is in the past, Steven, and it's not you who needs to apologise." You smiled up at him.

Steven let his hand fall from your face and quickly pushed himself from where he leaned, clearing his throat. "You best get some sleep now, Princess."

You nodded, "I shall bid you goodnight then, Your Majesty," You turned away from him but before you left, you turned back and leaned up, pressing your lips against his cheek. "I shall miss you." You smiled, "Good night, Steven," You whispered before quickly turning your back to him and leaving Steven's office before he could respond.

He stood there long after you had left. His cheeks were flushed as he thought about your warm soft lips against his stubble. He would most certainly miss you too. He always did.

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puckyess · 3 years

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Gold-digger | Dylan Holloway

In a perfect world, all of my boys win gold

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It was surreal how you could sense his presence. You went from anxious excitement to a feeling of warmth, all within one breath. You watched from a distance as his frame cleared the tunneled gateway. An outsider may have pegged him as an athlete, heading back to school, with the way his broad shoulders filled out that red maple leaf hoodie and thighs that looked thick even in his grey sweatpants. They would have no idea that the boy who was ducking his head was a World Junior Champion.

His head lifts, features set into a frown as he searches the busy airport for you. When his eyes finally catch yours watching him, he breaks out into that goofy grin that you love so much. You let him make his way to you even though you want nothing more than to run to him, simply because you find it adorable that he clearly double times it to get to you. His arms engulf you and you swear he feels stronger than when he left 54 days ago. He lifts you off your feet, crushing you into his chest and yet it’s still not close enough. The act is softened when his hand comes up to cup the back of your head and he buries his face into your hair. A word hasn’t been said between the two of you but it doesn't have to because this moment says it all.

He exhales as he sets you on your feet again, the smile still on his face though it’s softer now. “I’ve missed you”.

Your arms still wrapped around his waist you pull back just the slightest to look up and reciprocate the sentiment. “You’re not allowed to leave me again, like ever”, you inform him.

He chuckles and his finger finds his way under your chin so that he can do what he’s been thinking about for months. “You have yourself a deal” he mumbles before smashing his lips against yours. He’s never been one for PDA, always remaining lowkey and content with keeping things private. So this takes you by surprise, it’s way more heated than he’s ever been with you in public and you’re not complaining one bit.

It doesn’t take more than a second for you to give into his lips, letting his tongue slide into your mouth. Your arms come up to snake around his neck, pulling him down to you. He has one hand on the small of your back, supporting you both as he leans into you, the other finds its way to the back of your neck, trying to leverage you even closer to him to deepen the kiss. All of the emotion of the past two months is evident in the way you both pour yourselves into each other.

When you just about moan into his mouth, you have to pull away. You know what you must look like when you see the way his eyes are blown. His lips are well kissed and still parted and his cheeks are the color of his sweatshirt. He looks both stunned and perfectly pleased, a smirk creeping its way onto his face.

“Welcome home, baby”, you greet him, holding his hands as you raise up on your tiptoes to give him one last, much more innocent kiss before grabbing one of his bags.

“Let’s go home”. Your heart flutters at his use of the word “home”. You know exactly where he’s referring to and love that your home has become his too. His dimple pops as he throws that sweet smile your way. He picks up his other bag and slings an arm around your shoulders, tucking you into his side.

As you make your way through the airport he pulls you closer and places a kiss on the top of your head. “Thank you for picking me up. I really missed you” he breathes out.

Suddenly you stop in your tracks, almost taking yourself out as your fridge of a boyfriend keeps his arm looped around your shoulders as he continues moving forward. He turns around startled.

In all of the excitement of having your baby back in your arms and that kiss knocking you off of your feet you had completely forgotten, but now that you remembered you could barely contain your excitement. “Don’t you have something you want to show me? Like, I don't know...maybe something shiny?” you tease.

He suddenly looks bashful, his face turning as red as it was after he very publicly marked his territory moments ago.

“Come on, D, let me see that gold medal of yours” you squeal.

He pulls you and his bags off to the side so that you’re not in the way and then his hand ducks into the collar of his sweatshirt and comes back out with a beautiful gold medal.

Awe is the only word Dylan can think of to describe you when he finally shows it to you. Your eyes are wide and your perfect lips are formed into a little “o” as you take it all in, the little skater ensignia, the perfect roundness of the medallion, the weight of what it all meant. And then you’re grinning at him with glassy eyes.

He looks so proud watching you take in what is one of his greatest accomplishments so far. But his pride doesn’t even compare to how proud you are of him for working to get to where he is and battling adversity for that medal. You know how much it meant to him to be on the team in the first place, to represent his country, but to actually be part of bringing home the gold brought about a whole slew of emotions for you.

He was a champion and he was yours.

“So what do you think?” He finally asks you, sliding the ribbon around your neck.

“I think you make me the proudest girlfriend in the whole world.”

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Once you get to your car you throw his bags in your trunk. He walks to the passenger side and opens your door and you smile to yourself, not believing how much you missed such a mundane action. He leans in for yet another kiss before shutting your door and sliding into his side. Immediately his right hand finds yours and he brings it up to his lips to kiss, releasing your hand only to do that really hot thing that guys do when they back a car up and then his grip is in yours all over again.

With the music playing softly in the background and your sunshine back in the car with you it’s like you’re in your own little bubble with him, the good kind this time. You know he feels the same way because he’s much more talkative than back in the airport, in fact there’s hardly a second where the car isn’t filled with his voice. It’s a sound that you’d missed more than you thought your heart would allow and you were more than grateful to have it back. His smile is contagious, as always, but today especially. With every glance your way, his grin accompanies it. He gushes about his journey to the gold medal that was now hanging around your neck.

You make him start from the beginning, how he felt when he first boarded his flight back to his home providence. He admitted how nervous he was since at that point, he was unsure if he would make the team and he knew it was his last chance for that honor. He told you of all things he did to keep himself motivated and hopeful while he quarantined, twice, even though he knew the other guys were out there playing and earning their spots with every minute he wasn’t able to be on the ice. When he says that your daily calls and check-ins were one of those things, you give his hand a squeeze that matches the one your heart does in your chest. He tells you all about the guys, doing his best to describe their personalities and special moments that they shared while in that bubble together.

He indulges your every question, like the best round of 20 questions you’ve ever played in your life. He shares the lows of losing his captain right off the bat to the highs of the calm feeling of the locker room right before that final game. He makes you feel like you were right there by his side.

You don’t want this little moment to end as he pulls into the parking garage and apparently neither does he because he doesn’t make a move to get out of the car. So you continue your attack and ask him what he thought he was doing, looking that good in all of those suits.

When you finally get up to go to the bathroom, Dylan starts to follow you and you have to put your hand on his chest to shove him back on the couch. “I can pee by myself, D, thank you” you laugh. Since the minute you walked through the door, no, the minute you got out of the car he had not left your side.

He looks so sad for a moment and you almost change your mind until you snap back to reality with how ridiculous that would be. “I’ll just be right across the room” you assure him, pointing to the bathroom that was literally across the living room.

“At least leave the door open”, he grumbles.

You roll your eyes, but give him a quick kiss anyway. “You’re so weird, Dylan”, but you do as he requests anyway and he starts a full on conversation with you as you go about your business.

You emerge from the bathroom and head for the kitchen instead of your spot in his arms. When you don’t hear him complain, you turn and look at your boyfriend in alarm, “Are you not going to ask me where I’m going?” you tease him.

He looks guilty like he actually messed up and should’ve asked and you laugh. “You’ve been my shadow for days now, I think this is the first time you’ve actually let me out of your sight”.

The only word that could be used to describe his behavior lately is clingy. You weren’t complaining of course after not having access to your boyfriend in so long, but it was kind of comical how much attention he required. He would follow you everywhere, and demanded to be touching you constantly. Whether it was holding your hand to go get a water bottle or moving your feet onto his lap on the couch to watch a show, he had to be connected to you. If you got up for any reason he would question you, like a lost puppy until he knew what you were up to.

He blushes at your observation, but he doesn't deny it. “That’s the longest we’ve been apart since we met, I guess I’m just readjusting”.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it” you tell him as you crawl back into your spot in his arms after retrieving your drink. “I missed you too”.

The next few days you get reacquainted with each other, falling back into your routines and of course pressing each other’s buttons.

“Stop glaring at me, you asked for this. Literally, if I remember correctly” Dylan points out.

His comment only makes you furrow your brows even more, your glare deepening as you stare at your god of a boyfriend. There he lay on the couch, sprawled out in all of his golden glory. His blonde hair was perfectly tousled, loose strands dancing across his forehead as he shook his head at you. He was wearing your favorite sweats, the ones that sat low on his hips and hugged his ass just right and to taunt you even more, he was shirtless. But that wasn’t even the best part. The ribbon around his neck, the gold medallion laying against his skin was something you couldn’t tear your eyes away from.

You had a paper to write and his appearance was not helping you get anything done. “Well when I told you to wear it around this morning, I didn’t know you’d look like that” you grumble, still unable to look away.

His laughter bounces through the room at your apparent distaste. “You have to wear the medal, Dylan. No, don’t put a shirt on, I like you just like that.” he mimics you from this morning in a high pitched voice. You don’t know what it was about that gold medal, but it turned you on and he knew it.

You roll your eyes, shutting your computer. You go to chirp him, but he picks that exact moment to raise his arms and stretch out, letting out a groan in the process. Your eyes go wide as you watch every muscle in his body flex, the glimmer and shine of his medal matching the one in his eyes. The smirk that spreads across his face makes you want to choke him, or maybe to be choked you’re not quite sure because your mind is a mess.

“I can go put a shirt on, if that’s what you want” he offers, moving to get up off the couch.

The rate at which you jump up to stop him as you yell, “No!”, is almost embarrassing.

He raises an eyebrow at you, clearly amused at how worked up you are.

“What?” you ask him, trying to brush it off, but there was no hiding how flustered he was making you. He had always been more than attractive to you, that much was obvious. Maybe it was the amount of time you had been forced apart, but he was somehow driving you even more insane every time you looked at or even thought about him. You were obsessed, knowing your man was a gold medal champion.

You thought you could handle seeing him walking around your apartment, shirtless, donning that medal, hell you even thought you wanted it. However, the minute you walked into the living room earlier and saw him standing there with his cup of coffee, leaning against your floor to ceiling windows, the city his backdrop you knew you were fucked.

You swallow hard, trying to push the image from your mind and get your head out of the gutter. “You’re the worst”, you glare at him again. Who knew it would be the absolute worst thing you could’ve said. His already apparent smirk widens.

“That’s not what you were saying last night”.

And with those 8 words, he unleashes a monster. Your composure is gone, if it was there at all and you full on whine his name.

This is when you get the confident hockey player side of him. He grins at his work, propping his head up behind one arm and beckoning you with the other.

“C’mere, my little Gold-digger”.

The end of the day was always your favorite. You thrived at night, even when you were exhausted. You loved looking out and seeing the night sky lit up with the city lights, you loved feeling small, tucked away in your own quiet corner of the world. But most of all, you loved those midnight talks with Dylan. Nothing was off limits with him, from outrageous would you rather that had you questioning whether you were dating a budding NHL player or a middle school boy to deep talks that had you believing with every fiber of your being that he was made just for you.

Tonight as you lay in bed with him, you had a question for him that kept slipping your mind. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but why didn’t you just ask one of the boys to pick you up?” you ask, lifting your head off his chest, instead propping your head up on your arm. “I know Ryder’s been dying to see you, he’s been sending me withdrawal texts since we put you on a plane” you joke.

“They don’t know I’m here yet”, he shrugs as if it’s no big deal.

The hand that was tracing patterns on his chest stops and he turns to look at you, anticipating your question. “You didn’t tell them you were back?”

Again he shrugs, “They think I went home for a bit before I’m coming back”.

“Ohmygod your family. Dylan! Did you even see them while you were out there?” you ask sitting up suddenly. As selfish as it was, you had only thought about him seeing his family when he first left. It hadn’t even crossed your mind for him to stay with them before coming back to campus. Now you felt bad that he was with you and not his family, you knew he didn’t get to see them very often.

His hands shoot out to grab yours and he pulls you back into his chest. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I saw them for a little bit before I left, they knew I wanted to get back though. I’ll be out there soon enough, I didn’t want to keep you waiting”.

You know your eyes are glassy when you look up at him to confirm he meant what he said. “And as much as I love the guys, they’re kind of dominating you know? I just wanted to spend a few days with my girl before we get our third wheel back” he says, giving you a squeeze.

At that you have to laugh because Ryder really had become your third wheel and honestly Shay was your fourth. Whether they did it to bug Dylan or genuinely could not be apart from him you were still undecided, but either way, where there was your boyfriend, there was also your two other boyfriends.

“He’s going to be so mad when he finds out” you tell him giggling at your little secret.

“Not if he never finds out”

“I think he has some kind of radar, D. I’m surprised he hasn’t already come knocking”.

“Don’t say that too loud” he laughs.

And as if on cue, your phone dings asking if you knew when Dylan was coming back. Once your laughter dies out you settle in and relish in the warmth of having Dylan next to you in bed again.

You’re on the verge of sleep when his voice cuts through the darkness. “Y/N?”

You hum in response.

“Are you awake?” he asks, as if your response wasn’t enough.

You roll over so that you’re facing him to see what’s keeping him up.

“I woke you up, didn’t I? Go back to sleep” he whispers.

“You’ve got me, babe. What’s on your mind?”

He hesitates and you think he might’ve gone to sleep after all and so you call his name.

“I’m here. I just-. You know what I was thinking of the whole time I was over there?”

You raise your eyebrows even though you know he can’t see them in the darkness, but he continues on anyway.

“I kept thinking everytime I walked into that building that this was going to be my future. That this is where my career was really going to start”.

You had wondered about that, how he felt and what it was like for him to be spending so much time in the very place where he was going to be playing for the next three and maybe more years. But you had been too afraid to bring it up, for fear of starting a talk about the future that you were unprepared for.

But you swallow your fears and ask anyway, “What was it like?”

You can hear the smile and excitement in his voice when he talks about his future home. “It’s amazing. It was such a privilege to be able to experience that before I get there, to get a taste of what’s to come, ya know? Like I can’t believe that that locker room is going to be mine and those stands are going to be filled with people that want to see my team play. It was surreal and humbling. It started to feel real”, and there’s something about his voice and the way he’s talking that you can tell is leading to something big.

You brace yourself for impact when he swallows hard. He doesn't say anything else, he reaches up and brushes your hair back from your face instead. “Come on, Dylan, you’re scaring me. What aren’t you saying?”

“It started to feel real,” he repeats. “I was in my home, so close to achieving my dream and all I could think about was how I wanted you there with me.”

You don’t feel like it’s safe to let out the breath you’re holding quite yet.

“I thought getting to the next level was the ultimate goal and in a way it still is, it’s what I’ve been working for my whole life, but Y/N it just didn’t feel right to not be able to share it with you too. I know it’s early and I don’t know where I’ll be this time next year, but when I do get there, I want you there with me. Edmonton might be where I’m going, but it won’t be home without you”.

When he feels the wetness of your tears falling on his chest he’s concerned. But he knows you so well and knows what your love language is and so he tilts your chin up and kisses you hard. He tells you with his lips how much he loves you, how much he adores you, how much impact you’ve had on his life. And you kiss him right back, knowing you won’t be able to get the words out at this point. You kiss your relief, your love and your commitment into his soul.

“So I’ll take that as a yes?” he asks breathless as he pulls away.

You nod, equally as out of breath, “I’d follow you anywhere, Dylan Holloway”.

No more needs to be said, the perfect words already professed. He tugs you a little closer to him and shuffles down the bed until his head is resting on your chest and the rest of his body is nesting itself a home in yours. It never fails to amaze you how much he loved to be the little spoon and how his fridge of a body managed to fit with yours perfectly. You fingers card through his hair, earning a content little sigh. You feel his breathing even out and you feel yourself nearing the edge of sleep too.

You swore you would never get enough of the way he held onto you, tight enough to know you were wanted and loved. You would never get tired of the way his voice dropped, in tone because he was fighting sleep for you, but in volume because no one else needed to hear him but you. You would always crave the way his fingers would manage to trace light paths all across your face and arms as he opened himself up to you. There was something so vulnerable and honest about your nights spent with him and you prayed that they never ended.

But his raspy voice breaks through the silence yet again, this time to ask, “How do you feel about silver? I’m bringing you home a Stanley Cup next”.

He lifts his head to flash that goofy grin your way as he soaks up your laughter.

“Silver sounds good to me, baby”

With that he’s satisfied, but even with the new goal, your new pet name still sticks. “Goodnight, my little Gold-digger.”

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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years

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Pairing: FFXV!NYX ULRIC x MALE!READER

Words: 1.856

Warnings: fluff

A/N: @slowkib So, here it is... I really hope you like it! Feedback is welcomed because I might be a bit clumsy in writing for male, I just started with it but I tried my best :)

Synopsis: Yn tries to be a good boyfriend to Nyx and searches for a way to show his affection towards the usually gruff hero.

There were more things between heaven and hell than Nyx could imagine such as gods and their stories - and he knew that. Demons were one thing - he had seen them with his own eyes. That he would ever leave Galahd to be part of the Kingsglaive was another thing - but he had done it.

And then, there was the thing, that obviously some unknown entity thought of him as worthy enough to find love - but Nyx did it.

Nyx found love in the rows of the Kingsglaive. He spent most of the time there, so it wasn’t really surprising. Nyx was just surprised that he was lucky enough to find it in Yn - one of his comrades. Well, Nyx saw himself as lucky because he felt attracted to Yn since the first second he had met this tough and strong but at the same time nice, handsome guy with a big heart.

Everything had started insecure because Nyx had no idea how he should start things with Yn at all. Kinda rusty in everything romantically, the hero had asked Yn out for a drink after a mission on the battlefield in hope Yn would understand that Nyx searched for a way to get close to him.

Yn agreed immediately in hope it was more than just a buddy thing. The silver-greyish haired man was an eyecatcher but Yn had been too shy to make a try on his own. He had sensed a few things and noticed some flirty attempts from Nyx but after all, he wasn’t really sure.

But on that evening, as they sat together and were talking about everything, the connection between them clicked and neither Yn nor Nyx wanted to cut the night anytime soon. So, they were still talking as Libertus and the others had left to go home. Only as Yamachang wanted to close his food stall for the day, they had to leave.

Then, things became a bit awkward because everything Nyx could think of was how Yn's lips would taste. Nyx was hypnotized by the way Yn was talking, how his lips were moving, how the teeth were digging into the soft skin and how the tongue moistened the upper lip now and then.

As they had reached Yn's place, Yn had already noticed that Nyx was barely listening to him anymore. In the beginning, Nyx had asked questions to keep the conversation going but that had died down a while ago. Now, Yn felt disappointed. Somehow, he thought there would be more than just a friendship. But maybe, he just had imagined things and it was time to face the reality, "Well, thanks for this nice eve-", Yn wasn't able to speak further as he felt Nyx' lips crushing on his own. It took Yn so much by surprise that he clawed his hands into Nyx’ shirt to keep his balance.

Driven by panic, Nyx had just acted as he heard how Yn wanted to say goodnight. The whole time, he had searched for a good opportunity for a kiss but there was none. And then, as he saw Yn's disappointed expression and how he wanted to cut the evening, Nyx had just reacted. He stepped forward, cupped Yn's face and was kissing the soldier with as many emotions he could find to show him what he couldn't put into words.

***

After this first, clunky evening many weeks had passed and Yn and Nyx had a full grown relationship. Because relationships between Glaives weren't liked to be seen, they kept it low just to be safe.

Then, after a while as Yn noticed that Nyx wasn’t looking out for himself in the best way possible and because Yn loved to cook, he made meals for Nyx and brought them to the Kingsglaive headquarters to place them in the fridge so Nyx could eat them when he was hungry.

First, no one really paid attention to it but quickly, Pelna and the others noticed that on an almost daily basis these lunch boxes showed up mysteriously.

One day, Crowe leant next to Nyx as he just opened the box Yn had prepared. Once again, the food was great. It was delicious and looked perfect. The smell caught Crowe's attention, "You know, Nyx, I'm mad. Obviously, you have found someone who cares for you enough to do all these things and you don't even say a word. Who is this perfect person?"

Nyx chuckled nervously, "What if I have done that for myself?"

Crowe laughed, "You? No way! The only thing you do for yourself is coffee. Noir. Because it’s too much effort for you to put milk into it. No, this", and she pointed at the lunch box, "Is affection disguised as food from someone who really likes you."

Carefully with a side glance, Nyx looked at the man who cared so much for him already and shot him a shy smile no one else saw to thank him.

After that, triggered by Nyx’ reaction, the notes showed up. As Nyx found a note in the lunch box for the first time, it just said: Have a wonderful day!

With the note in his fingers, Nyx looked up at Yn who stood on the other side of the room, talking about something with Pelna. Nyx stared at the message a few moments longer because even if it was just a simple note, this little piece of paper made him ... happy. It let his heartbeat quicken. It might be just a small thing but it was enough to bring Nyx through the day with a better mood.

With every new lunch box, Nyx was eager to find out what kind of message was waiting for him. One day Yn reminded him to drink enough water because he knew Nyx' day was filled with much training.

On another day, after some things during a mission went wrong and he blamed himself for it, Nyx found a note with the words: 'you're perfect the way you are'. This note was almost enough to make Nyx cry but instead, he just coughed slightly and tried to keep his composure in front of everyone.

Sometimes, the notes were filled with beautifully random things like 'you're wonderful' … 'take a break' ... 'you're strong' or 'keep fighting'. And sometimes, the notes were more intimate that Nyx felt how his cheeks turned pink when he read things like 'looking forward to kissing you again' or 'the last night was amazing'.

Because the notes were so sweet and caring, Nyx never mentioned them in front of Yn to keep the magic alive. Without talking about it, Yn continued to put a note into each lunch box because he loved to see Nyx' wonderfully sparkling eyes the next day when the Glaive read the notes. The lovely smile on the hero's perfect lips was the best reward Yn could ask for. Somehow, Yn had been able to get through the thick wall of composure and gruffness and was blessed enough to see Nyx’ soft, warm and lovely side barely another person would ever get to see. Like a precious treasure he had found, Yn swore to protect this side of Nyx that no one would break it or would try to take it away.

One evening, Yn was about to prepare the next lunch box as the note he had just prepared fell to the ground sliding towards the door where Nyx stopped the escaping piece of paper with his foot. Nyx took it and read 'I think of you' which brought a smile to his lips.

Slowly, the note still in his hand, Nyx walked over to Yn, "These notes, they're so wonderful. But why... Why have you started them?", he asked, giving Yn the note back.

Yn looked at the ground and shrugged with his shoulders, "I... I can't tell you these things when the others are around so, I searched for another way to show you my affection. I'm just trying to give you what you deserve. But I- I can stop with it if you want.", he hurried to say.

Nyx raised his brows with surprise. Not for one moment, he would want this to ever stop, "Yn, I... No. Don't stop that. I... Wait a moment!", Nyx asked and left the kitchen.

Insecurely, Yn waited for Nyx to come back. As the man showed up again, his hands were full with little notes in different colors. Speechless with surprise, Yn watched how Nyx skimmed through all the notes with a boyish smirk on his lips as he read them again. Yn looked at the bunch of papers, "Y-you still have them? All of ... them?"

Nyx looked at his boyfriend and grinned proudly, "Of course! They're from you. These are you. I mean, some of them just made my day better. All of them made me smile and others were the reason why I stayed sane at all because I knew you thought about me."

With a shaking hand, Yn took one of the notes which was already a bit crumpled from carrying it around in the Glaive uniform jacket. In one corner, Yn saw something that wasn't from him. As he looked closer and recognized what it was, Yn looked questioningly at Nyx, "Are these ... numbers?", he asked and pointed at a bunch of random digits in neat handwriting.

Nyx smiled shyly as he felt caught because he hadn't thought about the digits, "Yeah, the digits are the dates of the day I got the notes from you."

"Why? Why do you write the dates on the notes?", Yn asked confused.

"It's easier for me to remember since when I love you. See? It started with the first on-", Nyx got stopped as Yn just kissed him. Immediately, Nyx pulled Yn closer, deepening the kiss by enclosing the man’s face, to taste more of these addictive lips. Nyx knew he would never get used to the effect Yn had on him because even one kiss was enough to make him swoon.

Yn broke the kiss and looked into Nyx' eyes, searching for any kind of joke or punchline but there was none, "Y-y-you said you love me.", he whispered shakily.

For some time, Nyx had searched for a way to tell Yn his feelings but he had found no good idea so, to drop it like this was perfectly fitting to Nyx' clumsy way to deal with love-things. He smiled as he saw Yn's love-filled glance, "Yes, I did. I do love you since - wait! Where's the note? Here! Since 09.05..", Nyx said and pointed at the digits, "You know, you're more than I have ever asked for, Yn. But obviously, I have done a few things right that I deserve such a great guy in my life.", he admitted, stroking over Yn's lips with his thumb before Nyx leant in for another caring, loving kiss. It was just the first of many others this evening because now, Nyx wanted to celebrate that he had found something between heaven and hell that was just reserved for him … Yn and his love.

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“The Most Important Person” ↠ Lucien x MC [SMUT]

AO3 Link: Here

Pairing: Lucien x MC (Female)

Warnings: overstimulation, unprotected s&x, multiple orgasms, jealous!Lucien

Description: Jealous Lucien smut from “True Love Date.” That’s it

Summary: Lucien shows her just exactly who the most important person to him was.

Word Count: 4,013

Author’s Note: This is my entry for Day 6 of Kinktober. I used this Kinktober 2020 Prompt

Day 6: Free Use

Also, requested by Icy~ ^-^ Inspired by this little section from my "Partners in Pleasure" fic: The Lucien who had slammed her into the wall with a dangerous “Tell me,” hissed angrily through clenched teeth when she was asked about the most important person in her life. The Lucien who had tortured her so ardently that very night as he grit out a “You don’t want to make me jealous again, kitten,” before thoroughly ravaging her.

I'm pretty sure every Lucien stan who is a writer have written some version of this. This is my take. Also, I've taken "overstimulation" as in "fucking brainless" which also translates to "too many damn orgasms" in my book. Enjoy!

[DISCLAIMER] As always, the characters, art, music do not belong to me. The only thing I own is the plot. Lines that are taken directly from the "True Love Date" will have * in front of the text.

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“If you don't mind, I'll walk that line Stuck on the bridge between us Gray areas and expectations But I'm not the one if we're honest But I wanna sleep next to you And I wanna come home to you I wanna hold hands with you I wanna be close to you”

Troye Sivan – “Talk Me Down”

*“So, Professor Lucien, is there anyone you’re crushing on here?” Kiki asks Lucien amidst boisterous cheering.

Lucien chuckles as he looks over at the girl, whose cheeks were blazing scarlet. “Yes,” the answer slips easily and naturally out of his mouth.

She ducks her head then, trying to tug her hand free from Lucien’s grasp, but he holds on tight. The crowd of her coworkers cheer and spin the bottle again. The neck of the bottle comes to a stop in front of Lucien again and everyone burst into loud exclamations once more.

“Who is it? Who?” Everyone clamors around Lucien in excitement, trying to force the answer from his lips.

He gazes back at her and her eyes skips from him, staring pointedly at the wall behind him. Lucien smiles amusedly and downs the shots, much to everyone’s disappointment. A wave of warmth spreads from his throat, blossoming outward from his chest.

Her coworkers continue to play until the bottle stops in front of her. “Finally, it’s the boss’s turn!” Kiki grins widely as the mood suddenly changes, everyone leaning forward in anticipation.

“Tell us who is the most important to you and why,” Willow announces after a dramatic pause. She winks at Kiki and adds, “Be specific.”

Lucien could hardly admit to himself how eagerly he awaits her response, stiffening up and holding his breath.

She sighs and chances a peek at Lucien, cheeks and ears turning a rosy shade of pink as she prepares herself. *“Because I got to know this someone…” she begins shyly, blushing harder. “He…showed me a brand new world. He’s gentle, but not pretentious. A mystery, but also clear as day.” She starts slowly, but her voice begins to pick up enthusiasm as she goes on. “He can see all of my thoughts and he teaches me the ways of the world.”

Lucien’s hand tightens on his glass as he desperately tries to swallow the prickly feelings that were threatening to engulf him. For some reason, he didn’t like where this is going. There was a thought that nagged at him in the back of his mind. He had seen her chatting cheerfully with that officer…that-Gavin. Had heard her burst into excited laughter when she was on the phone with Kiro. Had witnessed that damn CEO, Victor, picking her up in his stupidly expensive sports car. Could she be talking about any one of them?

She leans forward unknowingly, as she continues, *“When I meet setback, he’d guide me with patience and understanding.” Her voice has a tender lilt to it.

Lucien savagely downs the contents of his glass and sets it down before he could crush it. The warming effects of the alcohol disappears and all he could feel is the thudding of his heartbeat roaring in his ears. The only thought that rages through his mind is who, who, who?

*“He is…very important to me,” she concludes softly with a small sigh, a rare smile breaking through her features.

Her coworkers collectively release their breaths.

*“That was visceral! I bet the person isn’t here or else Boss wouldn’t have said all that!” Someone chimes teasingly.

“Yeah! You know how shy Boss is!” Another person laughs noisily.

The comments grate at Lucien’s ears and he grinds his jaw. A different kind of warmth, one that is white hot, courses through his veins.

“I really want to know who it is!” Kiki wonders aloud.

Lucien silently takes another shot, trying to quell the rage that was slowly building inside him. His vision starts to blur, but he pays it no mind.

She laughs quietly and shakes her head. “Let’s just continue the game,” she hastily directs their attention back to the bottle on the table.

Coming here tonight…was a bad idea, a thought pops up unbidden. Lucien tosses back another shot, missing the worried glance she throws in his direction.

The party continues, but Lucien’s mood worsens, along with the drunkenness of the crowd.

At some point, she slips to the bathroom and when Lucien couldn’t take the burning question any longer, he says some stupid excuse to her coworkers and leaves to go find her. The question bores a hole in Lucien’s mind as he stalks silently along the dimly lit hallway.

Who is this important person?

His fists clench and the scowl on his face deepens. The alcohol he had drunk earlier blurs all thought, all reason.

Remember your purpose, Ares. A voice whispers in his mind, but Lucien shoves it aside. He could care less about his purpose at this moment.

A sudden movement catches his eye and before any reasonable thought occurs, he’s pushing the girl against the wall, his hand grabbing her wrist.

*“What are you doi-“

*“That person who’s most important to you…Who is he? Tell me,” his mouth is moving before his brain registers the words. A look of confusion spreads across her face and Lucien presses harder against her. “Tell me!” Nothing but fiery rage runs through his entire body.

Her expression softens, “It’s you…” she says, but Lucien presses harder against her, only hearing a soft buzzing. “Lucien,” she calls his name and her words finally gets through the buzzing in his ears. “It’s you I was talking about,” she murmurs, smiling. “You’re very important to me…” Stunned, Lucien loosens his grip on her as he backs away. He hears his heartbeat thudding in his ears, a roaring that reverberates throughout him and she continues. “Everything I said was meant for you to hear but you misunderstood…”

The relief flooding through him was instantaneous and he nearly stumbles. There is nothing in his eyes except for the sight of her smiling face. “I’m sorry…did I hurt you?” Lucien asks as he drops her wrist.

“A little…but I’m okay,” She smiles, and Lucien rubs her wrist gently.

“I’m…sorry,” Lucien pulls her into his arms as he breathes a sigh of relief into her hair. It should’ve unnerved him with how relieved he felt, but Lucien couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Shall we go?” She asks, voice muffled into his chest, “I think I’ve had enough.”

He agrees readily and ignores the whispers of “Stupid. You’re a fool, Ares.”

The girl in his arms robs all reasonable thought, but Lucien thinks to himself that he prefers it that way as she slips her hand into his. His only colors in the world, he would follow her blindly wherever she goes.

They say goodbyes to her coworkers and Lucien fights the urge to claim when he sees a male coworker smiling at her. Kim, Lucien remembers.

The two of them chat a little too long for Lucien’s liking, and he walks up to the pair, offering the singer a tight smile. “Shall we go?” He asks the girl, his hand naturally finding purchase on her shoulder.

She nods cheerfully as she waves goodbye at Kim and allows herself to be led away by Lucien. Lucien clenches the hand not holding hers.

Fool, a voice creeps up in the back of his mind again, but Lucien ignores it.

Lucien is silent in the cab ride home and he can feel her sneaking glances at him, questions as clear as day written on her face.

He could sense her reluctance to part as she squares her shoulders, physically preparing herself to say goodbye when they reach their respective doors. Gently, he places his hand on her shoulder, thumb rubbing a soothing circle as he maneuvers her to face him. “Come inside for some tea to sober up. You’ve drank a lot tonight.” Her eyes instantly light up and Lucien’s mouth curls up in an answering smile. He lets go of her shoulder to unlock his door. She follows him inside eagerly.

No sooner did the door close behind her, Lucien is tugging her into his arms. “Lucien, wha-mmph!” Her question is muffled by the sudden press of Lucien’s lips. “Lucien!” She gasps against his lips.

“Shh,” Lucien murmurs, taking her lower lip and biting down gently. “I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I saw you today.” The sudden confession renders her speechless, but she accepts his kiss, earning a pleased sound from Lucien. She tastes the sweetness of the wine he drank earlier, and a heady feeling fills her veins, as if she could get drunk on his lips alone. He kisses her slow and sweet, pulling her snug against his chest. “I’ve missed you, my little butterfly,” The hushed whisper floats between the languid presses of their lips.

“Lucien…” her arms automatically snake around his neck, pulling him closer to her. The tantalizing way she whispers his name sends heat rushing through Lucien’s body. “I’ve…missed you…too.”

Her admission makes him pause. Pulling away slightly, he peers into her beautiful eyes and swallows hard when he sees nothing but the reflection of himself. Her eyes had only him. Lucien tries to push down the prickly feelings he had been feeling throughout the entire night, but to no avail. He wanted to claim her, to make her his, so that she wouldn’t ever look at another man. “Butterfly…” he lets out a breath, the small puff of air hits her lips and she shivers. “Won’t you give yourself to me tonight?”

She gazes upwards at him, and Lucien knows he’s hopelessly and irrevocably fallen into her trap.

So much for the feeble attempt to stay away.

“Yes…” her voice is quiet, but Lucien hears it all the same. He tucks a finger under her chin and leans closer, their breaths mingling.

“Then would it be okay for me to have you however I like?” His words ghost over her lips and he could see her lips tremble from the sensation.

Her cheeks flush and Lucien’s eyes were dark. The unmistakable hunger swimming in his irises makes her swallow. “Have me…Lucien…”

With that invitation, Lucien surges forward, slotting his lips against hers. His tongue prods the seam of her lips, asking for permission. When he was granted, his tongue enters to taste her mouth as he slips a leg between her thighs, trapping her against the door. “Will you give all of you to me?” Lucien asks, fingers caressing her face.

She nods breathlessly, “Yes…I’m all yours...”

It was like a switch had flipped. Lucien grinds his leg against her as he presses a hungry kiss against her open mouth. She gasps at the friction and Lucien slips a hand under her blouse, teasing and tracing tantalizing circles on the heated skin. “That’s good to hear, kitten,” he growls against the shell of her ear before licking at her lobe, “Because you sure didn’t act that way earlier.” His lips trace blazing kisses along the span of her neck and his hand ducks under her skirt. “You’re already so wet,” he whispers silkily. “Naughty girl, don’t you know what I’m about to do to you?” He curls his finger into her as she arches against him with a whimper.

“Lu-Lucien,” she stammers as her knees buckle. She holds onto Lucien’s shoulders for dear life.

“Shh,” Lucien shushes her by laying the slick finger he had just buried inside her against her lips. “Look how drenched you are for me.” And only me, he adds silently as he dives back to attack her mouth, picking her up when he did so. He maneuvers them expertly into his bedroom, setting her down with care on the bed and undresses her reverently. Lucien shrugs off his turtleneck and takes a moment to admire the sight of her naked body, a stark contrast against the black sheets. “Look at you,” he sighs as he settles between her legs. “Look at how perfect you are.” Her entire body flushes the prettiest shade of pink and she averts her eyes. “Don’t hide from me,” Lucien chides as he kisses a trail up her thigh, across her stomach, between the valley of her breasts, up, up, and up until he comes to a stop in front of her lips. She sucks in a shaky breath and holds it as he watches her, violet eyes nearly black. “Do you trust me?” His question is electrifying, causing the blood in her veins to heat up. She nods slowly.

Much too trusting, Lucien thinks, if only she knew…

He pushes these thoughts away and presses a quick kiss against her lips before undoing his belt. Before she could ask what he’s doing, she feels warm leather wrap around her wrists. “Lucien…” Her hands are bound with his belt and he pulls her arms over her head.

“I’ll make you feel good, kitten,” he promises as he trails fiery kisses across her collarbone. “Like no one else ever did,” his words are muffled by her skin. He presses open-mouthed kisses on her chest, and she inhales. Lucien smiles as he slowly takes one of her breasts into his mouth, tongue running circles around the nipple. He makes a noise of approval when it receives sufficient stimulation. Lucien descends upon her other breast and she moans breathily. “You sound so nice,” he murmurs, voice muffled by her breast as he teases the sensitive skin, and it pebbles under his touch. He moves downward, tongue washing a lazy stripe across her belly and she shudders. “I’ve thought about this all night,” Lucien whispers when he reaches her inner thighs. “Actually I’ve thought about this for many nights. But particularly tonight,” he laps close to her heat and her breaths hitch. “I’ve thought about the way you would taste; how would you look when you’re in the throes of pleasure, pleasure that I have given you.” He doesn’t give her time to react to his words before he buries his head between her legs

“Lucien!” The sudden movement makes her jerk in surprise, but the belt prevents her from releasing her arms. Lucien holds her down as he pushes his tongue into her, and she moans helplessly.

“You taste absolutely divine, kitten,” his low voice is electrifying and sends sparks throughout her entire body. “Just like the way I imagined.”

She bucks into his mouth and he growls approvingly, fingers digging into her hips. His tongue delves faster, and her moans get steadily louder. “Lu-please, please.” She’s begging and Lucien doesn’t hesitate to suck at her swollen clit with relish.

Lucien works his tongue sinfully and she’s positively keening, “I need you to come into my mouth, kitten,” he says as her thighs begin to shake, squeezing his head. “Come on.”

He nips at her clit and all of a sudden, she’s coming hard, Lucien’s name spilling out in a broken cry from her lips. Lucien licks her quivering slit obscenely as she turns into a trembling mess.

“Beautiful,” Lucien breathes. He doesn’t give her time to relax before he’s sliding two tapered fingers into her wet folds, tongue lapping lazily at her sensitive nub.

“Lucien-ah!” She arches off the bed as he furiously pumps his fingers in and out of her. Her wrists strain against their bindings only to struggle helplessly with nowhere to go.

“I have to say, this is better than my imagination,” Lucien’s voice is deep, seductive, and lazy even.

“Lucien!” She whimpers and her walls clench on his fingers.

“You want to come?” Lucien tongues her clit, “Then come for me, beautiful girl.”

As if his command was a spell, Lucien watches, enraptured as she falls apart again, her fluttering walls clenching and unclenching his fingers. Her eyes rolling back in pleasure, her body arches only to fall back down onto the sheets. Lucien’s name is the only thing on her lips as she pants, dazed and quivering.

He quickly sheds his pants and crawls back to her, taking the incoherent girl in his arms. “You’re perfect,” he whispers before flipping her onto her stomach. “You’re perfect in every way.” He cages her in with his body and presses soft kisses along her shoulders. “Beautiful. I am forever awed by you,” He punctuates every word with a kiss.

She feels his throbbing length at her backside, and she whimpers, “Lu-Lucien…”

“Tell me you want me, kitten, tell me you want only me.” Lucien whispers into her as he hooks an arm under her stomach and holds her upright against him.

“I…want only you,” she gasps, hips unconsciously grinding against his cock and Lucien hisses.

“Good,” Lucien sounds pleased, “You don’t want to make me jealous again, kitten.”

That was the warning she receives before Lucien sheathes himself fully in her wet folds and she moans lowly, arching into Lucien’s chest.

“God…” Lucien bites back a curse as he begins to move, “You feel so good.”

She whimpers at the praise, hips struggling to keep pace with Lucien’s thrusts. “Lucien…Lucien…”

“Let it out, kitten,” Lucien growls into her ear as his other hand reaches between her legs, “Let me know who’s making you feel this good, who’s fucking you like this.” Every savage roll of his hips accompanies every word.

“Lucien!” She cries out, knowing that every thrust brings her closer to destruction.

“That’s right,” He hisses as he laps at her pressure point, “Only I can make you feel this good.”

The girl is sobbing and nodding deliriously as Lucien rams into her. “Yes-yes… only you… Lucien…” She’s chanting incoherently. “Please, please,” she doesn’t even know what she is begging for at this point.

Lucien pinches her swollen nub and suddenly the coil in her stomach springs free. She’s crying as she comes, her orgasm ripping through her body in pure pleasure. She falls against Lucien’s chest, the only thing keeping her upright was Lucien’s arm around her waist. “Beautiful,” Lucien whispers as he sits back, taking her with him. “You have no idea how beautiful you look right now, undone because of me.” He leans back and spins the boneless girl to face him. “You’re absolutely perfect, beautiful butterfly,” He murmurs reverently. “You’re mine. Mine alone.”

She only nods as her chest heaves. “Y-yours…” she chokes out.

Lucien rearranges her legs, so she was straddling him and pulls her tied hands to rest on his shoulders. Without warning, he grabs her hips and slips his cock within her folds again. A sharp cry escapes from her as he brings her hips down on his.

“Lucien… please,” she’s moaning as he repeatedly thrusts upward into her, fucking hiccupping sobs from her.

“Come for me, kitten,” he growls as he holds her limp body against his chest. She’s too far gone to respond and shakes her head weakly as her body trembles from Lucien’s merciless onslaught. “You can do it,” he grits out, “Come for me. Only me.”

“Lu…” she chokes out, unable to form complete words. “Please,” The plea falls on deaf ears as Lucien relentlessly impales her on his cock. “I can’t…” Her words end with a broken sob.

“You can,” Lucien hisses as she clenches deliciously around his cock. “You’re doing so well, taking my cock like this…” He whispers praises as he continues to abuse her oversensitive bundle of nerves. “Won’t you come for me, butterfly? I want to feel you coming on my cock.” Lucien’s fond voice belies the filthy words.

“Lucien…Lucien…” she babbles his name in incomprehensible moans, head lolling to the side. Lucien follows her head and captures her gasping mouth in a heated kiss.

“Come for me, butterfly. Come. For. Me.”

And suddenly her body seizes before she trembles violently, the full force of her orgasm tipping her into Lucien’s chest as she twitches from the sheer pleasure coursing through her body. Lucien languidly fucks her through her orgasm as he presses kisses into her temple. Gasping, she struggles for breath, utterly boneless.

“You did such a good job,” Lucien groans into her hair as his hips slowly comes to a stop. He sits up and gently flips them so she’s on her back. Lucien removes the belt binding her wrists together. “You…are so beautiful…” he whispers as he leans down to press his lips everywhere he can reach. Lucien cups her face carefully, as if afraid she’d break, his thumbs swiping across her tearstained cheeks. “You are entirely perfect…So kind…So caring…You leave me in absolute awe.” The praises rain down like his kisses.

Shakily, she opens her eyes as Lucien’s words register themselves slowly in her dazed mind. He watches her, a look of unmistakable tenderness is on his face. “Lu…Lucien…” she pants as she reaches her freed wrists towards him. He leans in closer so she can wrap her arms around his neck.

“Do you know why I was away for all these weeks?” Lucien murmurs as she tries to kiss him sloppily. She mouths aimlessly at his chin, his neck and Lucien continues. “It was because I was scared and overwhelmed of my feelings for you…”

The hushed confession bade her pause, her eyes widening. “Lucien…” she whispers shakily and raises a hand to cup his face.

Lucien nuzzles into her touch, pressing soft kisses to her fingertips. “I’m…not a good man,” he says haltingly, and she opens her mouth to object, but Lucien shakes his head at her. “I’ve never pretended to be a good man in the first place…I didn’t have…good intentions….I don’t deserve you…”

“Stop,” she says, and Lucien closes his eyes, sighing. “Lucien. Stop.”

“You’re much too trusting,” Lucien murmurs and there is a touch of self-deprecation.

“Don’t say that again,” she implores, “You know how I feel about you. You know I made my choice.”

There is a light chuckle as Lucien opens his eyes again and she is floored by the infinite amount of love that pools in those violet irises. “You didn’t let me finish,” Lucien smiles, reaching up to caress her hair. “I may not be a good man, but what I feel for you…is absolutely sincere. That is something you can count on.” He says those words with finality, leaving no room for argument.

“Lucien…” she whispers and her eyes are teary again. He presses his forehead against hers, inhaling her scent.

“I’m sorry I got carried away…The thought of someone else having you…the thought of you looking at someone else…” Lucien’s voice drops off apologetically.

It’s her turn to shake her head as she embraces him tighter. “Lucien…I’m yours…I’m all yours…”

Lucien’s voice is hoarse with emotion as he speaks, pressing her into the mattress gently, “Then allow me to have you, to love you…”

“Absolutely,” She whispers against his lips and he begins to move, their fingers interlacing with each other as he sets a slow pace.

With every thrust he drives into her, she feels the amount of Lucien’s love for her. With every kiss he gasps against her lips, she knows that the kisses were cementing Lucien’s love, sealing his love deep within every inch of her, a secret branding that only the two of them know.

She comes first with Lucien’s name leaving her lips and she holds onto Lucien as he pants. His hips stutter to a stop as he gasps her name, spilling heat deep within her.

“I love you…I love you…” She murmurs when Lucien slumps forward into her, panting into her neck.

He shakily reaches for her as he rolls onto his back, taking a moment to catch his breath. And when he speaks, his voice is full of raw and pure emotion.

“I know I don’t deserve you…I’m not going to be any greedier and ask for forever, but…can I trouble you to stay with me at least a little longer?”

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Marinette's friends cheered as the young aspiring designer told them her dying feelings. She told herself a numerous amount of times that she was over him, that her feelings were completely gone, but she was wrong.

Her feelings weren't gone, they were hidden. Just like anyone's heart, hers needed time. She spent years chasing after the young model, she spent years loving him, and to say her feelings had banished, was a lie.

With time she'd learn how to love herself, how to put herself before. Needless to say, she was already on the way to a self loving happy life, but it would take time, and she unfortunately wasn't there yet.

Marinette's friends knew this, they understood it would take time, and that their friend probably thought she had already made it, but said nothing. Perhaps they believed that if she said it to herself enough times it'd be real, and eventually they'd believe it too.

Alya wrapped her arm around her best friend's shoulder before smiling down at her. "I'm really proud of you Marinette" she says with an easy smile, her friend returned the smile before shrugging her shoulders.

"It's nothing really" she whispered as she blushed a deep shade of red.

"It is something Marinette!" Alix, on of the designer's friend, yelled. "You were head over heels for him! You loved him, and I know finding out about his relationship hurt you. You are so strong, so don't you dare brush it off and pretend it's nothing, believe me with I say it's everything."

"Thank you guys for always being here" Marinette said and opened her arms wide, her friends ran into Marinette's arms and embraced her. They were so proud.

"I know it hurt but...now I'm just happy for him. He deserves it more than anyone, I'm just glad he's my friend."

"Oh, Marinette" Chloe gasped, "you are too precious" She lightly shook her head.

Marinette grinned and blushed before thanking her. Alya cautiously watched the blonde in front of her. Their relationship was too complicated, Chloe was rude to her friend since day one, and it was only recently that the girls accepted the blonde into the group, upon Marinette's request.

Chloe was a hard person to get along with, and Marinette highly disliked her at one point, but that all changed when Chloe opened up to her as her alter ego. Marinette had been shocked by Chole's confessions and decided to try to become her friend, no matter how hard the blonde refused to.

The girls were confused by their friend's actions, why would their friend, who had been tormented by the blonde for years, try to befriend her?

It was until Chole's friend, Sabrina, turned against her, that she finally let Marinette in. The blonde and the aspiring designer became good friends and later on introduced the blonde to the girls. She apologized for her actions and was forgiven by most.

Alix and Alya didn't forgive her at first but learned how to with time. Although quite some time had passed, Alya still found it hard to trust Chloe, especially with Marinette.

"Adrien's coming!" Rose shrieked as she tapped Marinette's shoulder repeatedly.

"Hey Marinette" Adrien smirked as he lifted his hand the way Marinette once did. "How are you?" He asked ready to see his friend stumble upon her words. The young designer always stuttered and although he once found it weird, he now looked forward to it. It no longer mattered, as long as he got to talk to her.

"Hi Adrien" Marinette smiled and waved, "I'm doing great, how about you?" Her friend's mouth opened agape, this was definitely progress.

Adrien's eyebrows lifted in surprise, although he was surprised and deep down knew it'd be easier to talk to her now, he couldn't help but miss how she stuttered and blushed whenever he looked at her, and how that only happened with him.

"I-I'm good Marinette" Adrien flushed making Marinette's smile deepen.

"That's good! Well I have to get going, bye guys!" She waved and walked towards the entrance where a certain musician was waiting for Marinette and his sister.

"Good job Marinette" Juleka grinned.

...

"Marinette your friend is here!" Sabine, Marinette's mom, yells form downstairs. With a frown, Marinette opens her trap door and steps down the stairs.

On the entrance stands Kagami, looking as perfect as always. The young designer's eyes widen as she looks down at what she's wearing, unlike Kagami who's wearing her every day formal clothes, Marinette is in her pjs.

"Can I talk to you Marinette?" Kagami spoke, her tone was serious and firm, Marinette unknowingly took a step back as her shoulders slumped in fear. The blunette looked at his friend's girlfriend and noticed how stif her posture was.

"Yes Kagami" Marinette spoke and stood tall, refusing to be intimidated. "Do you want to go to my room or...?"

"Let's head outside" Kagami sweetly smiles as she lightly tilts her head. If it wasn't for the twitch in her eye, Marinette might have thought it was genuine.

Both girls slowly walk out the bakery and Marinette throws her mother a smile. She hesitantly closes the door and looks around, people walk by like nothing is going on and Marinette seems to get even more nervous. She'd hate to cause a scene.

"Listen Marinette I like you" Kagami whispers so low, "but this just can't keep going on"

"What are you talking about Kagami?" Marinette asks with a frown and hugs herself trying to bring some comfort to the situation.

"I've had it with you and Adrien! I'm not okay with your friendship and it has to stop!"

"Hey no!" Marinette yells, she feels the blood that travels through her veins boil as her face starts getting a deep shade of red. "We are friends and I will not stop being friends with Adrien because you feel insecure and uncomfortable! I was here before you and I have given you no reason to feel this way towards me!"

"You like him-" Kagami starts but is cut off my Marinette's hand.

"No!" Marinette's raises her hand and lifts a finger at Kagami, placing it right in front of her face making her stop. "I used to like him, but backed off the moment I found out you were together! I forced myself to let him go and move on with my life knowing it would kill me. I did that because I respect you and Adrien! When I found out I backed off because that's what friends do! They make sure they are happy even if it kills you, I knew I would get hurt and chose to put you before me. I chose to let him go because I didn't want to hurt you. That's what friends do Kagami, you were selfish!"

"Well sometimes you have to be selfish!" Kagami yelled back.

"That's the difference between you and me Kagami, I'm willing to put my friends' happiness before mine and expect nothing in return! And that's not hesitation, that's human! I put you before me, the least you could've done is respect my friendship with Adrien!" Marinette cried out as a tear made her way down her cheek. She was exhausted and extremely frustrated.

"Adrien and I had a fight over you. If you really want him to be happy, I expect you to stop talking to him. Unless you want us to break up, and break him in the process." With that, Kagami walked off disregarding what Marinette had said; along with her feelings.

...

The next day, Marinette walked to school extremely early, she didn't bother greeting anyone as she ran to her classroom and slumped down her seat. She laid her head on the desk and cried. Her hair wasn't in its usual pigtails as it was, instead, let down and all over the place.

The tears kept flowing down her cheeks and didn't bother to stop when she heard the empty classroom begin to fill. Rose and Juleka were immediately by her side asking what was wrong, and getting no answers. Chloe and Alix wanted to give her some space but still kept an eye on her, while Mylene hugged her boyfriend, Ivan, and watched her friend cry with worried eyes.

"Marinette?" The worried voice came from her best friend as she sat besides the aspiring designer. Alya placed a hand on Marinette's hair and hugged her. As soon as Marinette came in touch with Alyas comforting embrace, she lifted her head and hugged her best friend.

Gasps were heard around the classroom, no one had ever seen Marinette this way, she was usually this bubbly person who only found positive things in the world. She helped others around and made sure everyone was happy, no matter the cost.

Everyone watched her with pitiful eyes, Marinette's eyes were swollen and red as the tears just kept coming. Her lips were chapped and maybe even bleeding. Her nose was red from the rubbing, extremely irritated.

Juleka and Rose went to their designated seats when Alya narrowed her eyes. They weren't at fault but her best friend was crying and she was definitely getting protective.

"Marinette?" Someone asked again, this time it was Nino. When Marinette heard his voice a switch went off, she pulled away from Alya and wiped her cheeks before taking a deep breath. She stopped herself from biting her swollen lips knowing if she did so again, they'd bleed.

Marinette knew Adrien would walk in shorty after Nino, and she also knew she had to be strong.

"I'm fine" Marinette whispered, "I'll tell you about it later" she said to Alya and squeezed her eyes shut when her voice cracked.

"Hey guys!" Adrien smiled as he walked through the door. Immediately he frowned upon noticing his friend's state. "Marinette is everything alright?" He asked her.

As much as it hurt, Marinette knew this was it, there would be no more friendship. "Marinette?" Adrien repeated when she didn't answer him. She looked away from him and ignored Alyas shocked gaze. "Marinette did I do something wrong?"

"Can you stop?" Marinette whispered, "I don't want to talk to you...or see you!" She yelled, everyone stayed quiet, everyone knew about her crush on him and were shocked to see her like this.

"What did I do wrong?" Adrien asked again as his eyes started to water. His voice shook, breaking something within her.

"What did you do?" She laughed sarcastically, "I don't know Adrien, maybe breaking my heart! I loved you! And you chose her, and now I'm here supposed to keep a smile on my face and pretend I'm happy when I'm not! I don't want to be your friend, I don't want to talk to you or see you ever again!" Marinette's eyes widened after the words left her mouth.

Had she taken it too far?

Maybe

Would this keep him away?

Certainly

Marinette walked out of the classroom and heard Alya following behind. She didn't want this, and knew he'd get hurt. But she also knew his pain would be temporary, she had been broken-hearted before and didn't want Adrien to go though it because of her.

...

Adrien was hurt, he felt broken. He'd been yelled at by his father, instructor, photographer, girlfriend, but never had he felt this way. When he got in fights with the people he loved he got sad and hurt, but at least he could think. He could manage to think about the situation, this time he couldn't.

Her words kept repeating themselves over and over again, and it made no sense. She was in love with me? He thought, it suddenly clicked, the stuttering and blushing? She liked him!

Why would she act this way though? It had been months since his relationship with Kagami started and she had never complained, she had always smiled and acted supporting. Adrien couldn't think about anything other than Marinette, he felt torn apart and oh so broken.

He leapt through Paris' houses and spotted the sad blunette standing on her balcony. He frowned before taking a deep breath and approaching her. The first thing he noticed was her cheeks, he could see the path her tears had craved upon her reddened skin. Her eyes had lost their spark and had become dull and lifeless. She stared off into the night and kept silently crying.

"Princess?" He asked, Marinette turned her head towards him and smiled.

"Hey kitty" Marinette frowned when her voice cracked.

"Are you okay?" He asked, Marinette nodded before looking up at the dark sky, and bit her lower lip. Her lips started shaking as her eyes filled with even more tears. Her knees gave out and Adrien was quick to catch her.

"I'm so sorry kitty" she sobbed onto his shoulder.

"Talk to me princess what's wrong?" He insisted on finding his answer.

"I hurt him" Marinette whimpered, "I didn't want to hurt him, I-I didn't...I love him!"

"Who princess?"

"Adrien" Marinette whispers, "he's amazing" she lets out a sigh, "he's nice to me and is an amazing friend and I...I hurt him."

"Why?" Her kitty asks.

"Because I'm a burden, I was standing on his way to happiness. If I don't ignore him his girlfriend will break up with him, and he'll have his heart broken"

"How do you know this? How did you know she'll break up with him?"

"Because she told me" Marinette whispers as she cuddles into his chest, "she told me I had to stop talking to him."

Adrien's, or Chat noirs, eyes widened. He couldn't believe Kagami would do this but deep down knew it was true. He suddenly recalled the pain he felt before.

"How do you know you didn't just break his heart?" He asked as he looked at the sky, getting tears in his eyes himself.

"Because he doesn't love me" Marinette whispered, both Chat noir and Marinette stayed silent. Their tears eventually dried as they held each other.

"Marinette! Luka's here...and he has ice cream" Sabine yelled from downstairs. Adrien frowned upon hearing Luka's name but shrugged it off, he helped Marinette stand before saying goodbye and leaving her in the darkness of the cold night.

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junquisite · 3 years

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Just Friends?

WORD COUNT : 1.7K

GENRE : Fluff

WARNING : none?

NOTE : if any of you have seen 2 broke girls, this is vaguely inspired from that one scene in season 1 with Johnny. i won’t spoil further.

Mirae had always thought she was lowkey blessed with everything around her. She had been bullied in kindergarten for being tiny - a sad eyed baby named Donghun protected her and stuck with her. And stuck with her till university, 15 years later. She went to dorms, he rented an apartment, and took in a housemate a month later who instantly clicked with him named Park Junhee and she spent her first year vehemently hating the dorms. She also got scarily well with Junhee to the point of finding Donghun sulking way too many times about Junhee stealing his best friend away (Mirae and Junhee were in the same literature department when Mirae was majoring and Junhee was minoring and both Junhee and Donghun’s major was music production).

One year later, as much as she would have loved to move in with her best friend, or the love of her life as she liked to call him, she could not. So she looked for housemates and found the perfect house in the building next to Donghun’s and now loves them to death. They were one year younger than her, freshmen who had moved to Seoul together, childhood friends and on the first meeting Mirae had decided she would fight whoever even dared to make them sad.

She knew moving without telling the older men was a bad idea but she knew they would overreact - which she was proven right with when she went over to their apartment and told them she moved out of the dorm. They were happy until they heard she moved in with not one but 2 male housemates and then they lost it.

After a lot of yelling, threats and are you crazy?’s , they finally calmed down enough to agree to meet her two housemates - Kang Yuchan and Kim Byeongkwan. With the strong belief that ended up proving right, Donghun and Junhee ended up liking the two freshmen so much that the strict front they had decided to keep in front of them dissolved in less than 5 minutes.

They all ended up being close friends who would weekly trash one of the houses in the name of movie and game nights and they even added the soft spoken shy neighbour of Donghun and Junhee - Kim Sehyoon.

It was at one of those night-ins at Mirae’s where Junhee was cooking and she was helping him when it happened.

Junhee was telling her a story - all with his exaggerated gestures which she was thoroughly enjoying when suddenly he pointed a celery near her face and asked, “so what is your opinion over this Miss. Mirae?”

Her brain short circuited - that was the only logical explanation she had for what happened next. With maintaining eye contact with Junhee as he waited for her to answer, she leaned down slowly and bit the celery as she saw his eyes widen and saw him gulp audibly. They kept on staring at each other as she slowly chewed the celery, Junhee opening his mouth finally to speak when chan loudly called them.

“Noona! Hyung! What's taking you so long?”

And with that the moment dissipated.

For the next three days, Mirae avoided Junhee as much as she could (because she was a coward) and only met him with someone else besides her. 3 days later she was summoned by Donghun to their apartment and she took a breath of relief when she went in and Donghun said Junhee was out.

They were drinking coffee on the couch when Donghun cleared his throat and turned to look at her.

“What happened between you and Junhee?” he asked and she choked on her coffee. After rubbing her back for a couple of seconds, he repeated his questions and she groaned.

“Mirae, Junhee has been sulking and whining to me about you avoiding him and I'm tired. So you are going to tell me what happened.” Donghun said as he stared her down with his arms crossed across his chest and she felt herself grow smaller in his gaze.

“Why don't you ask him?” she murmured and he sighed.

“All he does is turn red in his face, stammer and leave and i would like an actual response to my questions.”

At that even Mirae turned red and looked away and Donghun cursed.

“I'm not letting you leave if you don't tell me. And soon Junhee will be back so.” Donghun said with a smirk as he leaned back and saw a panicked expression fill out Mirae’s face.

A final look of resignation came over and Donghun knew he won.

“I fucked up.” she finally said and Donghun raised an eyebrow and she stared at him.

“I've known you for 15 years Mirae and I know how you exaggerate stuff. I'm gonna need a lot more than that to decide whether you actually fucked up or not.” Donghun said and Mirae rolled her eyes.

“We were cooking at Chan’s right? So we were talking and he brought this celery in front of me..” she said and Donghun nodded.

“You didn't bite it right?”

“I bit it!” Mirae said and Donghun laughed loudly while Mirae groaned.

“ i can't believe you actually did that!” Donghun exclaimed between his laughters and she hit him with a cushion as she got up and went to the kitchen mumbling.

“So what now?” Donghun asked as he followed her till there, still slightly laughing but stopping when she glared at him.

“I just keep wanting to kiss him and think of kissing him and I don't want to ruin our friendship and it's just very annoying okay?” she said and Donghun sighed.

Before he could speak anything though, they heard the main door unlocking and Junhee calling for Donghun while Mirae panicked in the kitchen.

“Quick, go hide in my room , I'll help you leave after he goes into his room.” Donghun said and Mirae ran to his room.

“Junhee-ya!” Donghun called the other to the kitchen who peeked in.

“Did you meet Mirae today?” he asked and Junhee pouted.

“No hyung. I don't think she even went to the class today.” he said with a pout and Donghun really wanted to hit these two.

Knowing from Junhee’s lack of alcohol tolerance and frequency in drinking, Donghun was very aware of the budding crush of his roommate on his best friend. And this was his chance.

“Junhee-ah can you pick a blanket from my room? Let’s watch a movie.” Donghun said and Junhee nodded, happily going to Donghun’s room.

As soon as Junhee entered the room, he heard someone ask, “Did Junhee go to his room?” and he looked up to come face to face with Mirae who looked equally confused to see him. They also heard the room door close and lock and they both looked at it, wide-eyed.

“TALK ABOUT STUFF!” they heard Donghun yelling from outside and both avoided each other’s eyes.

“Talk about what hyung!” Junhee yelled back and they heard Donghun groan from outside.

“MIRAE TALK ABOUT THE CELERY AND KISS THING, JUNHEE TALK ABOUT THE CRUSH THING!” They heard Donghun yell and they both flushed pretty quickly after hearing him.

A silence prevailed in the room for a short while until Junhee cleared his throat.

“About the celery thing.. It's okay there's nothing awkward between us so let’s just go back to how we were huh?” Junhee mumbled and Mirae would have agreed had she not heard Donghun yelling about the crush part to Junhee. From what she could figure out, there was a probability that Junhee had a crush on her and she almost wanted to laugh at themselves because they were totally meant to be. They were both cowards. And it was clear from how Junhee was trying to preserve the friendship - he had totally missed the kiss part. So she was going to take a chance.

“We are not gonna move on from the celery thing Junhee.” she said as she took a few steps towards him.

“I can't stop thinking about that time - what could have happened had Chan not interrupted? Huh Junhee?” she said as he gulped visibly.

“N-nothing.” he stuttered and she chuckled.

“We would have kissed Junhee. Tell me Junhee, would you hate the idea of kissing me?” she asked as she was inches away from his face, standing on her tip-toes and trying to get him to accept.

“No! Obviously not Mirae!” Junhee siad, instinctively his hands coming up on her waist as she smiled.

“Then what's stopping you?”

She reached forward to close to distance between them and felt his hands tighten on her waist as he deepened the kiss.

Standing in the middle of Donghun’s room with her hands in his hair and his on her waist, they kept kissing each other till they had to part for air. And when they did, they stood with their foreheads touching, breathing heavily and smiling stupidly.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” Junhee mumbled against her cheeks as he leaned down to kiss her again gently.

“And you almost chose not to Park Junhee.” she said as she softly hit him on the chest and he laughed.

“Think Donghun will open the door now that we have sorted stuff?” he asked as he giggled and she shrugged.

“Lets try.” she said and they went to the door, ready to bang it till Donghun opened but they both stared at the door in disbelief as Junhee tried the doorknob and it opened.

“It wasn't locked?” she whispered and they both laughed even more as they left the room to stare at Donghun wearing his headphones and sitting on the couch.

He looked up at them as they came out of the room holding hands.

“You didn't lock the door?” Junhee said and Donghun smiled at them mischievously and said, “I was not going to force you to talk to something but I did want you to talk.”

Then he pointedly looked at their held together hands and smirked. “Guess it worked.” and they both looked away, smiling shyly.

“Some ground rules first.” Donghun said as he got up and stared the new couple down.

“No sex in this hosue. I have known her for 15 years and i DON'T want to know how she moans.”

By the time he ended his sentence, he was laughing loudly and the others were red in the face, screaming at him.

#a.c.e #park junhee #a.c.e fluff #a.c.e scenarios #a.c.e imagines #junhee sceanrios #junhee imagines #ACEWRITERS

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Daddy Lover - AJ Styles

Summary: Maybe it was due to your crush on AJ Styles but you thought The O.C’s Mother Lover gimmick was harmless, until they messed with yours. AJ Styles was going to pay!

Warnings: M/M smut (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!), Daddy Kink

Inspired by: https://twitter.com/malethirst/status/1197624390046732289?s=21

The O.C.’s Motherloving gimmick had gotten out of hand. They had openly flirted with your mother, AJ even saying she should marry him so that you could ‘Get a father you deserved to look up to’. Your father had always taught you to be good, it was your main trait as a face. And your mother giggled & blushed, no regard or respect. Apparently it had all been apart of a produced plan to get you involved in a feud with AJ, a plan you had not been aware of until a few moments ago when you angrily confronted a staffer. You were in a rage and prepared to take apart anyone involved, even your longtime friend & crush AJ Styles.

You had stormed your way over to the locker room, only AJ was inside as you barged in ‘Good’ you thought ‘This will be easy’ AJ turned around “Well, if it isn’t Y/N. I guess you want your new daddy to-“ The rest of his sentence was stopped by you slapping him over the face “WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?! You know how much my father means, and you had to flirt with my mother and be a fucking dick about it!’’ you yelled at AJ, who seemed shocked, but quickly regained composure. “It’s not my fault your mama has the hots for me, you jealous or something?” he questioned and you swallowed. You were, but that was besides the point, so you stayed silent “I said “Are you jealous?” Answer daddy when he asks you a question, or did your lousy excuse of a father not teach you manners?” AJ slapped you, clearly to provoke you, but it was the hit you needed. You started to throw rights and lefts to AJ, both of you proceeded to let your fists fly, both of you leaving equal damage behind on the other. As AJ darted away, you ran after him, not noticing he used the lockers to hit a Phenomenal Forearm on you. Blood streamed onto your face, it seemed as if AJ may have broken your nose. “Stay down, it’s for your own damn good.” “No fucking chance bitch.” You growled out, as he ran in, this time you were ready, as he attempted to get you in the Styles clash, you enacted an adaption of your finisher ‘The Stroke of Midnight’, you grabbed AJ by the neck and lifted him off the ground, but instead of spinning him round so he hit the ground with his head, you raised him as high as you could and dropped him down on his feet. The next part was supposed to be to sweep his feet so he landed flat on his face, but you soon had hands pulling you back “Karl, Luke, Get off! This is mine & AJ’s-” but you suddenly saw this was a producer who was pulling you away from AJ, who was moaning in agony, you turned to see a cameraman holding his camera at the front of the locker room door, looking utterly terrified. Everything you two had done, including the cussing and the bleeding had been captured live on TV. Uh Oh.

Later, following being treated and bandaged up, you knocked at AJ’s hotel door, and hearing a grunt of affirmation from The Phenomenal One, let yourself in. You saw him on his bed clothes tossed across the floor, some even ripped with his right foot equally damaged, he had sprained his leg due to the way you dropped him. You swallowed at seeing AJ in this position but you had to work things out “Vince is furious with what happened, me for cussing more than the fighting, and I can’t go back on RAW until we resolve our issues and conduct ourself better on TV. And I don't want you or I to lose our positions on the roster, and I know I can’t stay mad at someone who is my friend away from the ring, so I want this to be from the heart.” You sat down “Vince tried this new thing of sparking up genuine heat and controversy to pull people into watching, and because we’re so close outside of the ring, he told me cause he thought you’d be hit hardest.” AJ explained “Then this crap is on him!” you angrily responded “I agree, I tried to reason with him but he wouldn’t let you in on our meeting.” “Why am I not fucking surprised?” You grumbled.

AJ sighed “Wendy’s furious with me as well” you looked up “Why? It can’t be because of the gimmick right?” AJ’s silence told you all you needed to hear “Seriously?” “Yeah, she hasn’t been a fan of this since the start and no matter how much I explain, she’s still angry I’m subtly using the daddy kink on air, it’s why I’ve been here instead of home the last few weeks.” You noticed he seemed glum and tried to cheer him up “I mean I could take her place, I’m not sure about wearing dresses but I’ll do the cooking and the cleaning, and I’ll even call you daddy.” You’d only realised how over enthusiastic/flirty the comment seemed once you’d said it and you knew AJ could tell that you’d been serious, instead of humour sly flirting.

“Y/N, are you in love with me?” ‘Goodbye mutual friendship, hello bashing by Gallows & Anderson later’ you thought, might as well get it out “Yes AJ, I have had a crush you from the minute you walked out in that Royal Rumble match where me & Roman were throwing down, you went to save me from being thrown over the rope and locked eyes, that was the first moment. Whether it was at SmackDown Live or moving to RAW this year with you, I’ve always been in love with you.” AJ ingested this all in “Even as a heel?” He questioned, you breathed a sigh of relief, the fact he hadn't spouted hateful comments or tried to hit you showed he was understanding, and it would probably be resolved with a ‘We’re friends’ sort of statement, but that wouldn’t stop you from letting it go “Well I love your long Soccer Mom hair, your pretty eyes, your bulging muscles, your tattoo, but what I love the most is your Southern charm. Whenever your on, you can make me smile whenever you talk. I’ve always loved your instantaneous passion AJ, many don’t now and I sure was angry with you earlier, but with hatred at your character, my love stayed with you. I love you AJ because you are the best person who’s ever walked into my life.”

You both stayed in silence as you both processed what had happened. Of all the things you were not expecting, you weren't expecting AJ to lean up & kiss you. You wrapped a hand around AJ’s head, deepening the kiss, his tongue mapping out your mouth as you straddled AJ’s lap “God Y/N, I’m gonna love you riding my cock later, you’re practically begging for it like that!” You grinned, hearing him dirty talk was incredible to say the least, that beautiful Southern accent spilling utter filth from his lips was something you wanted to hear again and again. “Suck my dick” AJ moaned, and you didn’t wait to be asked twice as you moved down to suck his cock. “Oh fuck! This is nice. Much better than Wendy that’s for sure.” "Speaking of her” you moved up and took AJ’s hand and found his ring finger, removing his cock from your mouth and replacing it with his ring finger as you removed the ring with your lips “As much as it is exciting to fuck a married man this evening, you aren’t Wendy’s anymore” you spat the ring onto the ground where his clothes were “You’re mine.” AJ groaned as you removed your clothes, showing off your naked body for him, all his now “You’re so greedy for daddy, you wanna take my wife from me Y/N? Want daddy to make you yours? Fucking slut is what you are.” You placed your index finger on AJ’s lips “I’m your slut daddy, don’t forget it” AJ’s tongue darted out around your finger, a groan emitting from him, “Never” he whispered back

You decided to up the ante by moving back down to suck his balls “Ah. Oh fuck that’s really good, Y/N, keep going!” After a while AJ started to shake “God Y/N, you’re gonna make me cum!” You withdrew, making AJ groan before you whispered in his ear “Fuck me sir.” AJ grinned “Climb aboard daddy” he seductively whispered. You obeyed, and took AJ deep, moaning as his large dick filled you up. AJ also gave a massive groan “OH FUCK! Y/N, you’re fuckin tight, tighter than anyone else. Fuck yeah!” AJ began to fuck you, brutal thrusts causing you to moan loudly as your former friend took you hard.

“Back your ass up onto daddy, ride my cock!” AJ commanded, and you obeyed, running your hands down AJ’s torso, eventually fastening onto his nipples as you rubbed them “God that’s fucking hot! You look so filthy riding daddy’s dick, making daddy feel so good! Who's your daddy?” “You AJ” you moaned out, AJ slapping your ass “Louder, yell it out for the entire floor to hear!” “AJ STYLES IS MY DADDY! HE DICKS ME DOWN SO GOOD!” “Fucking right I do!” AJ growls, landing some more slaps on your ass before he continues fucking you.

You ran your fingers through AJ’s hair as he continued to fuck you, with more urgency now as he reached the end. “Oh fuck! You close?” “Y-yeah Daddy AJ, I am!” AJ moves his hand over your cock & begins to wank it faster than his fucks into you “Cum for daddy, I want to watch you fall apart on my Phenomenal cock.” It didn’t take long, with everything else, you shot your load all over AJ’s chest, it mixing in with his hair. “Jesus Fucking Christ! That’s so fucking hot!” Groaned AJ. He began to fuck into you harder, your ass clenching down like a vice “Fuck Y/N, daddy’s gonna cum for you!” AJ let a roar escape him, as he finally came, hot loads shooting deep in your ass.

You fell forwards onto AJ, kissing him. “F-fuck” you groaned, both of you trying to regain breath “Yeah, that was amazing! Everything you wanted it to be?” “Yeah”. You stayed there for a bit “God, daddy loves you Y/N, stay with me tonight and every damn day after that!” You smiled at him “Wasn’t thinking of leaving, never fucking will.”

#AJ Styles #Male Reader #AJ Styles x Male Reader #AJ Styles Smut #WWE #WWE Smut

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cuzloki · 4 years

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I wanted to write something different. So this is kinda different from my other stuff. If you guys like it let,e know and I’ll right more. If you have critiques let me know. Also I know spelling and grammar is not my strong suit so don’t be to hard on me haha. I hope you enjoy reading. ❤️

Everyone has their horror stories about their time in jail.....I mean school, but mine is a bit different. It's not about what was said to me it was about what wasn't said. I was ignored. Cast out by the popular crew and when I was talked to I was treated like a gazelle that had been accidentally put in the lion pen. But what people didn't know was that I have a secret. I'm a werewolf, an alpha werewolf. My best friend Ashton and my boyfriend Robbie are as well. I was born an alpha werewolf. Ashton and I have been friends since we were 2 and let's just say I went through a biting faze at around 4 that turned him into my omega. Then when I was 16, I met Robbie. I was with him for 2 years before I told him about me being a werewolf. Let's just say the idea of being just like me was everything to him. So now there is my little mini pack of 3, including me.

I am a tall blonde with hazel eyes. I'm not the skinniest thing but more muscular. I'm very shy but once you get to know me I can be quite the spit fire. Ashton is tall and muscular with the brightest smile you’ll ever see. He has the deepest green eyes that turn hazel in the right light. His hair is naturally brown but it's dyed black and brushed to the side currently. Robbie is a tall British boy with greenish-blue eyes that you could get lost in. He has brown hair that most of the time is just brushed and left to do its own thing.

My wolf is a jet black wolf with red eyes signifying the alpha gene. There is a little white patch on my wolfs chest that is white as snow. Ash’s wolf is white with glowing green eyes, which signifies his ability of telekinesis. He can control people and link people together so they can communicate through their minds. Robbie's wolf is jet black like mine with bright blue eyes, signifying his ability to do magic. He has a gene that was unknown to him from a warlock way back in his family tree. So technically he's a hybrid werewolf and warlock.

I get out of my car with a bag of groceries and start walking up the path to my house. It had a farmers porch around the front and is painted egg shell blue. The shingles on the roof are grey with specks of black freckled through them. The two story house stood at the edge of the forest on a dead end street where it is the only house. As my boots clicked on the stone walkway, the door to my house flew open " Hello love., let me grab that for you!" Robbie smiled at me fro. The door and put his hand into the air as a blue glow enveloped my grocery bag and floated towards Robbie. The bag landed I. His arms and he smiled at me as I continued walking up the path with a smirk on my face. "Well, wasn't that just magical." I say sarcastically as Robbie and I walk into the house, him still gripping the bag tightly and let out a little laugh .

We walk into the kitchen after walking through the hall entry way. The grey wash wood floor shined and the grey granite cabin area and stainless steel appliances sparkled as I walked in. "Surprise! I cleaned!" Robbie exclaimed as he set the grocery bag down on the counter and starting taking the various food items out. " You cleaned or you "cleaned" I said with air quotes and he looks over at me biting his lip. "Can't I just get credit for cleaning the place" he laughs as he walks over to me and loops his arms around my waist. "Hmm. Using your magic to get brownie points. I don't know if that's quite fair, Mr.Kay." I giggle as I wrap my arms around his neck. "Oh, you want to talk about fair! How about you making me do the dishes and the laundry?" He smirked as I started to laugh "That wasn't a werewolf thing that was a "I'm your girlfriend so do it" it. There is a difference!" Robbie threw his hands up in surrender and they landed on my hips. He brushed his lips against mine briefly and I pulled him in again to deepen the kiss. Let's just say the kiss was turning more into a make out session when there was a very loud knock on the door and yelling "Can you guys stop and just let me in!" Ashton. "He chooses now to show up on time." Robbie groans as I kiss Robbie one more time and walk to the door. I opened the door and there was look his brown eyes and newly dyed black hair. "Times like these I really hate my werewolf hearing." He mumbled as he walked past me into the house and I closed the door.

The three of us went into the living room and started talking about wolf stuff when I brought up the topic on everyone's mind. The pack. "So I found some more people for our pack boys." I looked at them both. "They are all the big show offs of high school. No one tells them what to do. Until now." I smirk and grab a chip from a nearby bag. "Why do you have to turn out of vengeance? Isn't that gonna backfire?" Ashton says and leans forward in his seat. "No it's gonna make a good pack. Strong obedient wolves that were never told what to do now have a purpose." I say as I look at Robbie "I say alpha picks her omegas. If she wants them, Ash, let her." Robbie stood up for me. I smiled at him and he smiled back. "Ok fine, not like it's my choice.When is this happening?" Ashton asks with his head in his hands. "Tonight’s football practice ends in 20 minutes." I smile as I stand up and grab the bag of chips, heading towards the kitchen. I rolled up the chip bag and placed them in the cabinet when I reached the kitchen. "Let's go boys!" I call as I head outside soon to be joined by my pack of two, soon to be more.

"GO BULLFROGS!" The team shouts as the huddle breaks signaling the end of practice. Robbie, Ash and I sit in the woods watching in wolf form. Robbie and is black fur hiding us from view and Ashton’s white fur blended with the green leaves, no one saw us. A group of 6 boys broke of from the rest of the football team and starting walking along side the woods. I looked at Ashton signaling him to use his powers to bring them into the woods. All the boys were pretty tall except 2 that were rather short. I see the piercing eyes of the boys that made my school life hell not because of what they said but the looks I was given and the lack of things they said. They come into the clearing we were sitting in and I had Robbie to my left and Ashton to my right. The boys froze unable to move or talk thanks to Ashton. All us wolves were mind-linked together so I introduced the great 6. First was Matt. The star of the football team and liked by everyone. A massive jerk but he has puppy dog brown eyes that make every girl weak in the knees. Next is Jack with his blue eyes. He was my crush back years ago and he broke my heart by simply saying no thank you when I said I liked him. Then there was Mike,Jacks best friend, he was nice but he always had that attitude like he was better than everyone else. Finally there was Dylan my first Love, even if he didn't know it. Then Nick who was a crush and I best friend to me at some point. Lastly there was John. He had been my crush in 4th grade and we haven't really talked since. I walked towards the boys , fear clear in their eyes. I shifted back into my human form, my red eyes still glowing. "Hello Boys. Long time no see" I say as I walk towards them. Still under Ashton’s control, they stood in shock and just stared at me. "I know you must be so confused right now. Thinking why us what did we do to deserve this!" I dramatically throw my arms in the air. I laughed as I looked over at one boy in particular. Jack. I walk up to Jack and grabbed his arm. "Interesting what you get yourself into, isn't it?" My eyes started to glow red as I open my mouth and bite down hard on Jack's arm. More than necessary I might add. I feel a hand on my shoulder pulling me back. It was Robbie. "Enough." I let go of Jack’s arm and blood dripped down my face. I use my werewolf speed to run down the line and bite the rest of the boys on the arm then take off, leaving the boys.

After about 20 minutes, Robbie and Ashton returned to my house to find me curled up in a ball on the couch. "I got a little carried away. " I say as I look at Robbie and Ashton. "He hurt you, I get it." Robbie said and Ashton nodded. "Let's call these boys shall we." I say as I got up and went out onto my deck. I howled ,loud ,turning my eyes red. I heard howls in return and knew they were on their way. Within 20 minutes 6 huge wolves stood in front of me. 4 grey and 2 tan. "Let's not be animals, boys" I say as I look at each one of them. Screams filled the air along with cracks and cries as they all turned human again. My howl triggered their first transformation and it hurts bad for the first month or so. The boys were in heaps on the ground. "Why" I knew that cocky voice. Matt. "Why?! Because I could, because I can. Because all the shit you guys put me through I thought I'd repay the favor. Plus I needed more wolves. Let me introduce my beta, Robbie" I pointed to Robbie "and my newly ranked up delta, Ashton"

#abo imagines #alpha beta imagines #werewolf one shots #werewolf imagine #robbie kay #ashton irwin #5sos one shot #robbie kay imagine #a/b/o dynamics

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wotzup · 5 years

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kotoumi / 24 & 25 ;D

Thanks for asking :D

24: A kiss in danger

25: A kiss as ‘yes’

***

They were trapped. No escape whatsoever. Three walls of the mansion surrounded them and in front of them was the owner. All efforts worthless. Why was it that it had to come to this? This was all her fault. Her carelessness led to this.

"Finally trapped, ey Sonoda."

"What do you want?" Umi moved her body in front of Kotori's to protect her. She had no weapons. Her body was tired from exhaustion. "Umi chan what's going on?" there was fear in her voice. Umi gulped. This was all her fault. "There is no need to worry Kotori." she gave the most reassuring smile she could.

She knew she couldn't guarantee her safety. All this while she had been fleeing from her, telling lies to her and herself. And where do lies lead?

Tough situations.

The man in front of them guffawed. Umi's scowl deepened. Kotori took a hold of Umi's hand. It was cold and sweaty. Umi gave it a squeeze in hopes of calming her down.

"She didn't tell you!?" he bellowed between laughs, "Oh my god, this is interesting."

"Cut it. Get to the chase or get out of here."

"Why of course Sonoda." he gave her a devilish smirk. Umi's blood froze. "But let's tell your girlfriend here the story."

"She isn't my girlfriend." Umi felt a sudden pressure on her from those words. Those words felt like thorns, wrapping her heart bleeding it out. She was taught not to feel but Kotori taught her. It hurt so much that she couldn't reach her. Oh how she wished she was her girlfriend.

But who would want a war hardened soldier for a girlfriend.

"You see, your friend Sonoda here is a hitman. Part of a secret trio called the Soldier Game.She was sent to take me out, specifically here tonight at the banquet. The reason why she was here in this town for so long was to pick up intel on me am I right? You tried to destroy my business, by the way you did successfully but I rose again. You tried to kill me so many times but you couldn't."

Kotori and Umi looked at him in disbelief, for different reasons. "Umi chan… you kill people?" all Umi could do was look down sullen. Kotori looked at her in shock. "See, she isn't denying." he said smugly. She had and now she had never regretted killing so much till now. Kotori was going to hate her. It made sense she didn't deserve her kindness.

"You want to kill me, don't you? Here, take this. Though I'm sure you will not pull that trigger." from his pocket he pulled a gun, sliding it to Umi. Kotori's grip on her hand grew stronger. Umi freed herself from her grasp. "Umi chan no… don't…"

Umi on instinct bent down to pick up the gun, cocking it, pointing it to his heart. "C'mon shoot me. You're mission will be over. Everything will be back to normal."

Normal… what was normal? Was it this life? Was it the time she spent with the new friends she made in this town? She didn't know. She still had a job to do. That's all she knew. She could hear Kotori plead for her to stop.

Suddenly she felt something soft in her cheek. Umi's eyes widened. She could feel blood rush to her cheeks. For a moment her grip on the gun faltered. Kotori had kissed her on the cheek. "Umi chan please don't do this… onegai..."

It was as if there was a barrier. For all these years it was so easy and now… what had happened to her. Was it because Kotori was here? Was it all because of a simple kiss?

She lowered her gun and head. He smirked. "I was right, you couldn't do it. How pathetic. You're in love right?"

Umi's head snapped up. "I'll take that as a yes. It's with that darling beside you isn't it?" he smirked. "Umi chan… ?"

No, this had to be a nightmare. An illusion from her tiredness that's all. There was no way-

"Is it true what he's saying?"

"Oh no its not, haha… "

"Umi chan you're face says something else."

"Oh no it doesn't. It's just your imagination."

A pair of hands slapped her cheeks, turning her head. "Is it true?"Kotori asked with such seriousness she had never seen before. Not even when she had asked her if she killed a person. Umi sighed in defeat.

"Yes. I love you Minami Kotori. And I really want to date you.”

Umi felt like a huge burden was removed from her yet she felt anxious. Kotori opened her mouth to say something but before she could start speaking she was stopped by the man. "Okay, now that all done. Sonoda, I will have my revenge."

He pulled out another gun and whistled in delight. Umi made sure her body covered Kotori completely.

This was her end.

Boom. She looked down at herself. Her shoulder was bleeding profusely but she felt no pain. 'Is this what my victims feel when I shoot them…?'

Her muscles gave in and she collapsed. The surroundings began to dim. The sounds around her began to deafen. She could hear Kotori scream, holding her body. She smiled. She got the chance to die in the hands of her crush. How lucky could she be…

She could hear the man mutter something, "Now all witnesses shall die."

And with the remaining strength in her body, she raised her hand with the gun, pulled the trigger, watching him crumple onto the floor. At least she knew, even if she died Kotori would get out of here alive.

***

She was sure she was dead. There was no way she could be alive. Surviving a gunshot had very little probability.

Yet here she was. Laying down on a bed in an unfamiliar room surrounded by her friends who had relieved faces.

There was no way…

"Harasho, you woke up! Umi, you scared us there." the blonde, Eli said. She looked sleep deprived just like the other two in the room. "Especially her." Eli placed a hand on the ashen haired girl, Kotori who beamed at her. Umi could feel guilt enrapture her.

"I'm alive?"

"No you're dead…" the redhead twirled her hair before giving her an intense look, stopping her movements. "OF COURSE YOU'RE ALIVE!"

"If it weren't for us being near that area when we heard the gunshots and screams and tending that wound on time you would have died.”

She was indeed indebted to them. She tried to get up so that she could bow but the pain in her shoulder forced her to go back to her original position. “Don’t move, it may reopen the wound.” Maki said sternly. “Sorry.”

“I am eternally grateful for all three of you for saving me and taking care of me. I will always be indebted to you.”

“Umi, you don’t need to say that. We’re you’re friends and friends help each other.” Eli said. “We’re just happy you’re alright.” Maki nodded in agreement

“Eli… Maki...”

“Now then we should go. We need to submit that report to our employer don’t we, Maki.” Eli winked. Maki smirked in response. “Maa, we still have to do that no? I completely forgot. Take rest till then Umi.”

“Uhh, alright?” Umi sensed something was strange. The pair left leaving only Kotori and Umi in the room. Silence lingered for a while. The thoughts of the confession entered her mind. ‘WHEN DID I BECOME SO FORWARD!?’ Umi felt like burying herself alive or staying dead because of the wound.

“Umi chan, I was scared.” Kotori’s voice wavered. “I thought I lost you. Especially when-” she broke into a sob.

“Kotori please dont- ah-” Umi’s wound stung as she tried to sit up. Instinctively, she cupped her shoulder with her hand, wincing. “No Umi chan, don’t strain yourself.” Kotori sniffed, pushing Umi down carefully into a resting position. Kotori wiped her tears. She looked content. “Umi chan… thank you.”

“Why Kotori? There is no need to-”

She was silenced by a pair of lips touching hers. Her eyes widened. She could feel herself overheat. Before Umi could react, the warm sensation on her lips was gone. The feeling was so soft that she yearned for more(even if it was overwhelming). “I was so happy to find out that you liked me too… I love you too Sonoda Umi. And yes,” she placed a finger on Umi’s lip. “I’d gladly date you.”

Umi’s heart had gone on overload and before she knew it the world turned black once more.

Here laid Sonoda Umi, a person who could survive a gunshot but not a kiss. (Don’t worry she isn’t dead yet, for they still have many adventures to go on)

#ask meme #love live school idol project #love live #kotoumi #umikichi7

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whybaddecisions · 4 years

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To the one that got away:

It was winter when she first came to picture, I was just an ordinary guy that worked abroad didn't know what to do no goal, ambition, or even dreams if I can consider it, Was making money but I can't feel satisfaction while doing it soulless and partially lifeless in the process, before I came home I was in a long distance relationship with someone from France and everything worked out just fine but eventually we lacked personal intimacy, to the point that were not even trying to communicate with each other just went with our days without even saying "Hi" or "Good morning" to be honest I thought that she would be the one for me and I'll be the one for her, I was greatly mistaken to have thought that, because if u truly wish someone to be with you till your last breath it must have the right amount of perseverance, the strive to push forward and not to quit and fight! One day we came to an agreement that the thing we have isn't working out anymore, so we broke up decided to be friends, just like that in a snap of a finger she was gone and so am I.

I know that it's rough on both of us but on the other hand it felt that the chemistry wasn't there anymore so it's better to leave that be.

After a month I decided to focus more on my career first since I'm waiting for my agency to call and kick me out of the country again but with a new job on a cruise ship around Us and Europe, while waiting i knew that my brother knows a lot of people here in the Philippines that has a company related to my forte so I asked him

"Man do you know anyone in the industry looking for a waiter?"

He told me that there was one here in Batangas and she was a good friend of his.

"yeah I know a place just a 5 min drive from here"

So I was excited cuz I'm going to work my ass off and forget what has happened.

So there it was "TRICIA'S" name of the workplace my brother told me about, and on December 17, 2019 I started there as a waiter, it was an open house bar kinda rowdy but in a good way but damn do these kids party hard! My shift was from 4pm to 4am and it was messy as hell always but I had fun in the process.

Then that faithful day came to place, all the stars were aligned and the soothing falling of leaves was upon me, I didn't expect any less from that day than any day cause for me it was just goin to turn out as an ordinary day, but then u came and I saw you with my best friend. 🙏 well I couldn't care less at first if u talk to me or not, but the first time you shut me down is when you were passing by my side I thought that u are going to get a menu off the bar, and I was psyched and told myself "now's my chance to like give her the menu and make small talk" Then u said "No" off the bat cuz u were just going to grab that box of tissue, boo me assumer! Then I remembered u were with my best friend so time to show off I think? Like provide them with the best service possible, bring the drinks on time, food must be hot, bucket of ice must be full all the time, no delay in anything like to the fullest service a server can give them, after all was served I was shocked that u said Hi and Hi again and again complimented my cologne called me by my nickname which wasn't really needed, I was shy just making a grin of my mouth just to show her I'm not bothered, but I'm to the fullest extent cause I already asked for ur name, checked u out on Facebook through my best friend that's why I was shy.

The u guys left. And I asked my bff

"should I add her on FB? What ya think?"

She replied with so much enthusiasm

"Gooooo! Add her, she wants to be friends with you also"

And boom it hit me like the biggest meteorite just punched through earth, I was so overwhelmed and cannot wipe the smile of my face that morning.

I'm not normal I can say that proudly in a good way of course, but if someone overwhelmed already with the thought of his/her crush wanting for them to be friends and then out of nothing she says that do you want me to bring you coffee, that would be the most awesome thing that would happen to you, you'd probably be smiling for the whole day like legitimately smiling at everyone with the upmost feeling. For me coffee is sometimes is more important than people but for what she did LFU!!! And she brought me my coffee that morning and she insisted on bringing it , on that day she already got me.

Time passed and things were going accordingly, perfectly some bumps along the way, but we were happy and contended to what we had and a few dates, I remember on the night before Christmas I was supposed to give u your present and you stood me up because of a party your family held and I understood that situation of yours, kinda sulk tho that we didn't get to meet but one of my favorite memory is when you asked me out on a date and it was Christmas, you got to meet my parents also sorry if your hills was soaked in water cuz it was pouring heavily that day. We ate at "Romantic Baboy" a Korean restaurant with unlimited pork skin, chicken strips and cheese on the sides, and you know what's my favorite part of that particular day? Is when I took a picture of you smelling a rose and thought to myself that I don't want this to end may the universe hinder us from us but I'll fight with my last breath to preserve what we have and what else will happen. Then I fucked up.

Scribbled words, nauseated, anxious, crippled, out of way, bothered, stressed,fretful,fretting, disturbed, agitated, irritated, apprehensive, to the point that I don't even want to look at myself in the mirror so disgusted to what I did, execute me if the universe wants to, the feeling of overly doubting my self worth was inevitable, brought to me by my own decisions that messed me up entirely.

Wondering what happened haunts me in the most gruesome way possible. So here it goes, I lied to her big-time which I didn't know that it was possible since I did it already not multiple times but only ONE THAT GOT ME REAL FUCKED! Is when I received a message from my longtime best friend from way back as kids, 20 years to be exact . On the message she told me

"when are you going to show urself I haven't seen u in forever"

Then I was shocked cause normally she wouldn't Pm (Private Message) like that in the past, then I told her.

"one of these days when I'm not busy cause of work"

Then she asked about my love life and u were the first in my mind so I told her about you.

"there's this girl that I'm seeing, my other best friend introduced me to her and she already met my parents last Christmas then we ate outside and we had a great time"

That's what I said then I also told her to help me find a perfect present for you.

Then on December 27, 2019 I told you that I'll be visiting a long time friend with a kid and I didn't tell you if it was a girl or a boy cause I don't want you to get angry at me but then again I should've told you that in the first place. When I was there at her house since we were long time friends we had a great time also with the kid in the picture, happy and overwhelmed at the same time, then her mother came down gave me a hug and greeted me welcome home or back to the phil, cause she hasn't seen me for over 4 years I think. After the the greetings my best friend told her mom that I'm seeing someone which is you. Well I didn't expect that she would be sly about it and drop your name so casually, so I just came right through it and said yes I'm dating this girl and she's wonderful, but her mom told me that r u taking things way to fastly you just got out of a relationship, I told them that also I was off with someone before I met you. So after they told me not to deepen anything with anyone yet, assuring that I would not get hurt cause for them I'm family also, cause her dad was the godfather of my brother that's why our families was close still to this point they are.

Then the next day came I went again to her house because I was having fun playing with her son and missed talking to her a lot, because in the longest time I had a crush on her and knowing me I couldn't seal the deal from before, but this time I thought to myself maybe this is it when she'll notice the man i have become, and you passed my memory, in me saying that I'm dating this girl and why should I break her heart? Did u deserve to be treated that way Nooooo! In fuckin million years no! But I did anyways. Without even consenting my best friend, myself and most importantly God. I messed up 😭

So then it happened the happiest'sh and the worst'sh decision in my existence trampling over someone that didn't deserve any hardships cause you were the most beautiful soul ever seen. Yeah I misunderstood the fact that she'll replace you over and over again because of the thing we had in the past like 20 years of friendship over something that just happened recently was a very wrong thought to even deliver in a person's mouth crippling fear came over me I didn't know what to do my life was in chaos lost in the path, I part take wishing it all away silently murmuring to myself that if had the power to change it all I would, I was blinded really blinded by that stumbling and staggering in every situation possible, even with work I wasn't happy anymore so I left, it's not like me to leave unprofessionally but I did cause it broke me down to my core knowing that I did something to hurt the most, I don't know if it's faith that we met or just me knocking on the door of heaven praying and longing for someone to bump in my life and there you was. But I was too blinded by the fact that I thought that she'll be the one to save me but you were there standing without flinching and with the unyielding love that a human person can give to another and I wasted it all away. Knowing that we were supposed to go to an amusement park, and guess what? That Jan 3 was the day destiny punched me in the face for me to tell you what I got in stored deep inside the dark and deep corners of my heart which was hard to let it out, but I was willing to get out of my comfort zone, break boundaries and say what I really mean.

But then again it didn't happen because of me. But why is that I don't have a perfect checklist of good things in life and almost all of it is on the bad side, really looking inside I didn't have any intention of hurting you, but when I came to see you coming from manila was one of the blurriest decision I've made cause I was going to fix everything but was still blinded, so I did see you but what I said that day when we were inside the car was all true, you mean the world to me but how dumb can a human be maybe I'm the epitome of that, knowing her and thinking she was the one was greatly poor on my side, some people are worth suffering for and I'll suffer for you anytime of the day, week, year or anywhere.

Saying this honestly you are the one with a pure heart on the other hand she also has but like only in a normal state and I thought she was a diamond but day by day she turns to coal slowly breaking and burning me in the process I don't blame her for that but knowing her I didn't expect that a shallow river is bound to drop over me and drown me, because in your eyes I saw a girl swimming in a vast ocean with many things to look after but was calm about it, and composed in a way that anything can turn out good and without harms way. Simply saying that u r different really different in a good way of course.

The self realization made it clearer than the brightest day, clarity filled up inside,b the blindness was cured and I can see far from what I saw before straightforward only walking in one path never turning right or left staying on a pace that'll last, growing abundantly in each other's presence. point here is i really know that u are the perfect illustration a right decision

I hope and pray eventually time will get us to see and feel that something happens for a reason, it's not just the way it was given but on the way it ends and begins again, hoping,praying, begging, pleading, that when that time comes even if it's on a reciprocal I will greatly cherish it and give it as grace without asking for anything in return like a river splashing water on the ground with the little weed sprouting through time, it doesn't have to be the entire ground but the important parts only, perfect timing, right alignment of stars and even if the wind blows strongly or a single rain drop I'll always bring you close by my side and wanting you to stay beside me. I just wish in time we would see each other in our arms again.

And to the one that got away.

Looking back to those days we were so happy I really wanted to tell you how much you mean to me, and the simple things u did, like looking at me with those mesmerizing eyes and the captivating depth and clarity it shown, the way you cling was warmth beyond any parka or furred jacket I've worn before saying slowly while you hug me that you'll never let go. And the way you pull your hair back showing roaring waves but calms me up to the core while the strands of your hair graze my face tingles my curiosity to kiss you in the forehead. And I never felt an urge every time you kissed me on the cheek and while you ask me to kiss you back was the sweetest tune my ears can imagine like angelic figures playing the harp or something like that. And the way we used to drive with ur friends feels like ecstasy having fun and in a euphoric way, I like seeing you laugh a lot, curse a lot at people, things or anything cause im not finding any wrong in that, because that's who you are and what you represent. Also the times we had so much fun singing those songs you recommended me. And to this particular song which made me see you in whole different level, cause you were the first one who dedicated something for me, those giggles that both of us shared is more important the . The unparralled and unrequited feeling that those gestures are simply producing, but what I say is the manifestation of genuine love is you.

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Prompts! (1) Luke gets permission from Uncle Owen to visit Mos Eisley; meets cargo pilot Bodhi in the cantina. (1A) Bodhi saves Luke from the "My friend doesn't like you/I don't like you either" duo. (2) Bodhi is Biggs Darklighter's roommate in the academy. (2A) Luke saves up money for expensive long-distance holocalls to Biggs; sometimes it's Biggs' cute roommate who answers. (2B) Biggs drags Bodhi home to Tatooine during vacation. (3) On Hoth, Luke will snuggle anyone for warmth. Bodhi pines.

(I love all of these prompts and will probably end up writing the other ones eventually but here is #3 for now)Prompt #3: Bodhidrops his eyes to his lap, cheeks burning. He’s picking at his food,trying not to draw attention to himself. His eyes flick toward theend of the table where Luke is leaning against Han. The older man hashis arm across Luke’s shoulders, the gesture seeming like almost anafter thought. Luke shivers, arms wrapped around his chest as heleans closer to Han’s body heat. Bodhi looks down again.

Heshifts, fight the urge to stalk away from the table. He doesn’t likethe way his stomach twists when he sees Luke cuddle against others.And Luke seems to be constantly snuggling against everyone in therebellion. Everyone except Bodhi, that is. Not that Bodhi is hung upon that fact or anything.

Heonce saw Luke leaning against K2 in an effort to get warm and he’s adamn droid. Bodhi was right there, more than will to share body heatwith Luke.

Heshoves those thoughts away forcefully. He really needs to stopthinking about it. In the short time he has known him, Luke hasbecome a close friend and Bodhi doesn’t want to ruin that because ofsome crush. It’s best if he just tries to ignore it. Eventually thefeelings will go away. Right?

Still,he can’t help the twinge of jealousy when he sees how easily Luke isphysically affectionate with others. It hasn’t escaped his noticethat Luke isn’t that way with him. However, it might be better thisway. Bodhi can’t imagine how he’d deal with these feelings if Lukewas constantly laying in his lap.

Lukesuppresses a frown as he watches Bodhi slip out of the room. Heinwardly kicks himself. He’s been interested in Bodhi from thebeginning, practially before he officially met the Imperial cargopilot turned rebel fighter. He was incredibly excited to meet Bodhiwhen he heard the Rogue One crew would be coming to Hoth and they hitit off right away. Luke can talk to Bodhi for hours, and has on morethan one occasion.

Andhe wants. He wants everything with Bodhi. It’sincreasingly difficult to keep his thoughts tame when they aretogether. It seems like all he can think about lately is crawlinginto Bodhi’s lap and kissing every part of him he can get his handson.

Lukefeels like an absolute wreck whenever he spends time with the otherman. He’s torn between the deep connection he feels with Bodhi andhis complete inability to voice those feelings. He can barely bringhimself to touch him because every time he doesn’t he’s sure he’sgoing to lose his head and just kiss him. It’s easier to beaffectionate with everyone else because there isn’t an underpinningof “oh no, I might love you” in every interaction.

“Youshould really just tell him,” Jyn insists for the third time whileLeia nods emphatically behind her shoulder.

“It’sjust getting ridiculous at this point,” His sister continues.

“Youboth like each other so mu-”

“Hashe said something?” Luke interrupts, completely giving himselfaway.

“Well,no,” Jyn continues while Leia smirks at him. “But-”

Lukesighs. “I don’t want to risk-”

“Lifeis terrifyingly short,” Jyn cuts in, “especially for us. We couldall die five minutes from now, literally none of us know. You’rescared – so is he. Everything is at risk, right now. What’s theharm in telling him?”

Bodhiis definitely not pouting as he trudges toward his quarters to hide.No, not hide. He just needs some time alone, that’s all. Just someperfectly normal alone time.

“Bodhi!Wait up,” He freezes at the sound of Luke’s voice, hating the wayhis heart leaps at the sound. He turns, offering a smile that comesfrighteningly easy once he sees Luke coming toward him. “What areyou up to?”

“Oh,huh, nothing…” Bodhi stammers.

“Areyou busy right now?”

“No,I’m free this afternoon.” Bodhi fights the urge to flea. He’strying not to let his damn crush get in the way of things but he’sfeeling all mixed up right now and Luke’s smile isn’t helping things.

“Great!”Luke says excitedly, blushing immediately after. “Er, well. Wouldyou like to do something? I mean, there isn’t much to do here but…”

“I’msure we can think of something,” Bodhi flirts before he can stophimself. He is thinking about dragging Luke back to his room so theycan ‘pass the time’.

Luke’sblush deepens as he looks up at Bodhi almost shyly. Bodhi’s heart ispounding and he is sure he is misreading this. He needs to get a holdof himself. The moment carries on for almost too long, them justlooking at each other, both blushing and awkward.

“Uh,so,” Luke clears his throat, shifting back on his heels. “I’msure we can find something better than standing in this hall.”

Justinvite him back to your room, Bodhi pushes that thoughtaway, forcing a casual expression as he falls into step beside Luke.He’s sure he’s imagining the way Luke is glancing at him with pinkcheeks and a small smile. Surely that cant mean what he wants it to.Play it cool, Rook. he tells himself firmly.

Lukeis out of his depth, which he can’t help but think is a tadridiculous. Of all things, telling Bodhi he likes him is what he’smost afraid of right now. And he can’t figure out how to do it. Hecan’t just blurt it out at random but he can’t figure out how tosteer things in that direction. Bodhi seems so nervous right now, soon edge. Luke wants to believe that’s because of him but he reallydoesn’t know.

Theyend up in the rec room, playing cards and drinking a bit earlier thanthey usually would. He’s nervous, too, Luke tellshimself, that has too mean something.

Usually,someone else from the team would have joined them at this point. Sofar, everyone is leaving them alone, making themselves scarce as Lukeand Bodhi take over the room. They are so caught up in theirconversation that they don’t notice at first when they end up alone.Luke looks up from their game to discover they are completely alonein the communal room. He knows this is his opportunity to talk toBodhi, but he still can’t figure out how to star the conversation.

“Bodhi,”He forces out, looking up from his cards to take in Bodhi’sexpression as he speaks.

“Huh?”Bodhi mumbles, lifting his eyes to Luke’s face.

“I-”Luke starts, unsure of what to say. He wants to just lean over andkiss him but he knows he can’t without permission. But asking is soterrifying.

“Whatis it?” Bodhi asks, taking in Luke’s unsure tone.

Usually,Luke feels as though he can tell Bodhi anything. He replays Jyn’swords, assuring himself that it is best to just tell him. He might bewrong, sure. That possibility is there. But if Bodhi does like himback, it is more than worth the risk.

Hetakes a deep breath, too lost in his thoughts to notice that Bodhi isdoing the same thing.

“Bodhi-”He starts just as Bodhi is saying his name.

“Luke-”

Theyboth stop, letting out smalls laughs as they flash each other shysmiles.

“Sorry,you go-”

“Youcan-”

Theystop again, laughing harder this time.

“Yougo first,” Bodhi insists with a smile.

Theyare sitting closer than they usually do, knees touching under thetable. Neither one is really sure when that happened. Luke wants tolean closer, wants Bodhi to wrap his arms around him and pull himcloser and not just because he’s always cold on this damn planet.He’s sure he’d want to crawl into Bodhi’s lap even if they were underthe two boiling suns of Tatoonie. “I-” he starts, nerves bubblingover into an awkward laugh. He takes a deep breath, telling himselfhe can do this. “I really – I really like you, Bodhi. I want tokiss you so badly and I’m so scared to ask-” Luke is silenced whenBodhi raises his hand.

“Wait-”Bodhi starts, lowering his hand awkwardly. “You mean it?”

“Ofcourse I mean it-”

Lukeis cut off when Bodhi covers his mouth in a soft kiss. He lets out aquiet “oh” before leaning into Bodhi, wrapping his arms aroundhis shoulders. They both start giggling so hard they have to pullaway from the kiss, grinning at each other.

“I-”They start at the same time, cutting off to laugh again. Luke leansforward, capturing Bodhi’s lips hesitantly, trying to keep the kissslow and chaste.

“Ididn’t think you-” Bodhi starts.

“Iwas scared you wouldn’t-” Luke cuts off. They smile at each other,leaning their foreheads together.

“Comehere,” Bodhi murmurs, pulling Luke closer, “We can take aboutthat later,”

Lukegiggles as Bodhi kisses down his neck. “Good plan,” He saysbreathlessly. (Note - feel free to send me any luke/bodhi prompts... You know, whatever...)

#star wars #rogue one #the orig trig #luke x bodhi #prompt fill #this definitely needs some editing before i post to ao3 #but here you go #:D

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