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#10 matt ๐ฅน
โ๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐โ
this jumps back and forth from third to first person i didnโt specify when but it just makes sense in my head writing it this way sorry if that bugs you
ps. white cat is you, orange cat is matt
i huff as i yank my hoodie off and chuck it at the end of the sofa for what felt like the 100th time in the last hour, nearly smacking chris with it, leaving me in my tank top.
โfor fucks sakeโ i grumble, too focused on how warm i am to think anyoneโs paying attention.
โeasy now. watch were youโre throwing things youโre gonna take my eye outโ chris overexaggerated.
โitโs a sauna in here i feel like iโm gonna combustโ
chris chuckles and shakes his head, turning his attention back to the movie that took ages for us all to agree on watching. chris and nick were far too engrossed in the movie to care about the antics going on in the corner of the sofa. little did you know matt has had his eye on you all night watching as you fuss with your hoodie, being too distracted to pay attention to the movie. when you all sat down to start the movie matt kept a slight distance between you two sensing something was bothering you, unsure if it was something he did or if you were just overwhelmed and couldnโt get comfortable. either way he didnโt want to make it worse for you. seeing how much youโve been fidgeting in the last hour finally made him pipe up.
โsweetheart is something bothering you? you havenโt been able to sit still for the past hour. please tell me so i can help youโ matt asked just loud enough for you to hear but not loud enough for his brothers to hear, not wanting their yelling for him to shut up to make you more uncomfortable than you already are.
โcanโt get comfortableโ i mutter.
โis the hoodie not comfy? you can have mine if you wantโ.
โsโokay iโm just annoyed iโm warm with it on but after a while iโm cold without it then i get too warm if i put it back onโ i exasperate. โi canโt decide if iโm hot or coldโ
without a word matt reaches towards me and places the back of his hand on my forehead. i look up at his hand before looking at him inquisitively.
โyeah youโre hotโ he says with a stupid grin on his face and a little chuckle.
โi already knew thatโ i quip. โiโm warm? what does that mean? do you think iโm sick?โ i start rattling off questions, dreading the thought of being sick.
โi actually have no idea how to tell by your forehead. my mom used to do that to us figured iโd give it a shotโ
โwell iโm still hot and cold and itโs really starting to piss me off if i canโt get comfortableโ i huff.
matt holds his finger up to me letting me know heโll be back. seconds later he returns with a ringed it wet rag he ran under cold.
โscooch over iโm coming inโ
i make room for him to lie down before placing half my body onto of his with my head on his chest. his hands delicately gather my hair and brush it over my shoulder, clearing my neck. he places a kiss to my head before placing the cool cloth on my neck letting it rest there for a while before gently rubbing it across my bare back, cooling me down. when i got cold he pulled a fuzzy blanket lover top of us, hugging me closer to him as his one blanket covered hand rubbed across my back keeping me warm. he kept this up for the rest of the movie, cool cloth and blanket for whatever you were feeling.
โthank you matt. i love youโ i whisper, giving him a squeeze.
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Chosen
It wasn't supposed to end this way;
With heavy betrayal hanging in the air.
One year and a single day,
This isn't something I think she can bear.
๐ค
A thousand promises broken.
Trust isn't a common currency here.
Soo many feelings unspoken,
And that's how it'll remain for the next seven years.
๐ค
You wanted power,
You wanted safety and revenge.
You achieved it all with your soul devoured;
A black heart, unable to repent.
๐ค
I didn't want it to end like this;
With him betrayed and you broken.
I had put all my hopes on a kiss,
But you chose the choices you've chosen.
~๐ค~๐ค~๐ค~๐ค~
~My pov~
Hello loves, my exams are finally rounding up and I can breathe. I have soo many poems I wanna share with y'all and insha'Allah I will. This is inspired from the first book of the folk of air series; CRUEL PRINCE๐ค
Hope you like it. Tell me if you'd like poems from the remaining books yeah?
Next poem: Juggler
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Hiiii I just read your fyodor fic and I love it๐ and I would like to request fyodor x reader based on "spiracle" by flower face, I think the song fits him perfectly. Maybe you can write it from reader's POV, she's a little obsessed with Fyodor but it's one soded kind of. Also can you make it a little angsty please
And sorry for my bad English it's not my first language
๐ฒ๐๐๐๐บ๐ผ๐
๐พ
๐ฏ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐: ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ฒ๐
๐๐๐๐๐
๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ! ๐ฑ๐พ๐บ๐ฝ๐พ๐.
๐ /๐ญ: ๐จ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐! ๐ ๐
๐๐ ๐จ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐ฅ๐
๐๐๐พ๐ ๐ฅ๐บ๐ผ๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ฟ๐พ๐ผ๐๐๐๐! ๐ณ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐! โฅ๏ธ ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐พ๐
๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ผ๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ต, ๐จ ๐๐๐
๐
๐ป๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฝ๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ, "๐จ," ๐บ๐๐ฝ "๐ฌ๐๐๐พ," ๐ป๐๐ ๐จ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐
๐ฟ ๐
๐๐
! ๐ค๐๐๐๐!
๐ฑ๐พ๐บ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ต:
๐ณ๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐จ'๐ ๐๐ป๐พ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐ป๐พ ๐บ ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐๐๐บ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐๐.
๐จ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐, ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฝ๐๐, ๐จ'๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐
๐พ๐๐พ๐
๐ ๐๐๐ฟ๐บ๐๐๐บ๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐ถ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐จ ๐๐พ๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐จ'๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐
๐พ๐๐พ๐
๐ ๐ฟ๐๐
๐
๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐๐๐พ, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐พ๐๐ผ๐พ, ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐'๐๐พ ๐ป๐พ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐
๐๐พ๐. ๐ง๐พ ๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐พ๐ผ๐๐พ๐๐, ๐๐พ๐ผ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐จ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ผ๐๐๐พ๐.
๐ณ๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐๐
๐พ๐๐ผ๐พ ๐จ ๐๐พ๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐
๐
๐ ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐
๐บ๐๐๐บ๐ป๐
๐พ ๐ฟ๐พ๐พ๐
๐๐๐. ๐ก๐๐, ๐จ ๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐พ, ๐จ ๐ผ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐
๐
๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ผ๐พ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐
๐
๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ผ๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐
๐
๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐
๐
๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ ๐
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐พ๐บ๐. ๐จ ๐ผ๐บ๐'๐ ๐พ๐๐บ๐ผ๐๐
๐ ๐๐พ๐
๐
๐๐๐บ๐ ๐จ ๐ฟ๐พ๐พ๐
, ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐จ'๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐
๐พ๐๐พ๐
๐ ๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐, ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ, ๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐
๐
๐ ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐พ๐บ๐, ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฝ๐
๐, ๐ป๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ผ๐พ๐ฝ. ๐ง๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐, ๐ผ๐
๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐, ๐ฟ๐๐
๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐ฝ๐๐๐บ๐๐๐๐พ. ๐ณ๐๐พ๐ ๐
๐บ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐จ ๐ผ๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐พ, ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐พ ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐พ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐
๐๐๐พ ๐จ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐ถ๐๐พ๐ ๐จ ๐ฟ๐๐๐บ๐
๐
๐ ๐ฟ๐บ๐
๐
๐บ๐๐
๐พ๐พ๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐
๐
๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐พ๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ ๐ป๐พ ๐๐๐, ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐
๐
๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐
๐พ๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฝ.
๐ก๐๐ ๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ ๐บ๐
๐
๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐บ๐, ๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐๐๐พ.
๐จ'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐พ๐, ๐ป๐๐ ๐บ๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐
๐๐.
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Against All Stereotypes
Thank you to my brain for this idea
Summary: Who would have thought of a Nerd and a Popular Girl being friends?
Paring: Peter Parker x Reader
Warning: yelling, kissing, fluff, stereotypes?
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First day of high school! You can imagine most people would be excited, at least thatโs what all the movies and TV show say. But when you walked a day in your shoes, no one would be exciting about first days (especially at school).
Now, walking through the front doors was an adrenaline rush, donโt get me wrong, but once you got inside, you realized just how diverse high school can be (like you needed one more thing in your life right now).
No one truly knew how or why people tended to be so stuck in their own little groups, but thatโs just kinda how high school worked. Every group came with their own set of rules.
The Gossip Girls made a rule with the Pretty Perfectionist that they wouldnโt cross paths, between the two groups there was a lot of diversity (even though they were basically the same, but donโt say that to their faces. They will get offended).
Now the Nerds and the Jocks on the other hand, they were two totally separate people. Nerds were the ones everyone stayed away from, but the Jocks, now they had a different story. The Jocks were pretty much who everyone wanted to be, and if you were a Jock, oh man would you get girls. And of course, like any high school movie clichรฉ ever, the popular girls (meaning the Pretty Perfectionist and the Gossip Girls) went for the Jocks. Common knowledge of course.
The nerds, well, you can imagine how that went. Every single Nerd, for the most part, was sure they were in love with one of the popular girls, and all ended up getting rejected.
And then you had your common denominators, which was a horrible name. The common denominator consisted of the kids who werenโt popular but wouldnโt be considered nerds. There were several different groups of people within the common denominators, but everyone just referred to them as a whole (it was just easier that way).
You just so happened to land in this โcommon denominatorโ group, but that didnโt last for long.
You quickly made friends with a lot of the Pretty Perfectionist (thanks to your looks), and started hanging out with them, becoming one of them yourself. You never liked to refer to yourself as a perfectionist, but you werenโt gonna deny that you were pretty.
You had self-esteem, self-confidence, and bit of an ego. Which was good, but honestly sometimes it wasnโt.
In middle school, you were always referred to as different, which wasnโt necessarily a bad thing. You just called yourself unique. You didnโt care about what people thought of you, what you looked like, who you dated, or boys period. But after hanging out with the Pretty Perfectionists, all that sadly changed.
Were you proud that you had become a snobby know it all, who cared about what other people thought and what you looked like? No, as a matter of fact, you kicked yourself every day for letting yourself go. But no matter how hard you tried, there was nothing you could do about it. That was who you were now, and you werenโt sure if anyone could ever change that.
You were walking to your first class of the day with Liz, one of your best friends, zoning out as usual. You zoned out a lot (especially since it hit you that you had changed), which the girls thought was really weird. Most of the time when they talked to you, they had to repeat themselves because guess what you were doingโฆ overthinking and zoning out.
After realizing that you had forgotten your notebook (because who remembers those?), you dashed away from Liz, quickly picking up your pace as you neared your locker. The thing about running, in your chase just quickly walking, in the halls was that no one payed attention, leaving them to bump into you. Stupid phones.
Following one extremely hard blow, you were falling, slowly but surely falling to the ground. But before you could hit it, someone caught you.
As you looked up, looking into the chocolaty brown eyes of non other then Peter Parker, you realized your situation. Everything had happened so fast. You didnโt really have time to realize that you had fallen until you locked eyes with Peter as he helped you stand back up.
โThank youโ you said, still staring straight into his eyes. You were quick to notice of the light red that was now displayed on his cheeks.
โItโs no problem really, Iโm just sorry I bumped into youโ Peter said, rubbing the back of his neck. He quickly realized that he hadnโt actually told you his name, considering this was the first time you had spoken.
โIโm Peter by the way, Peter Parkerโ he added as he lowered his hand, stuffing it in the pocket of his hoodie were he had recently played the other one.
โI knowโ you said, making it known to him that you were well aware of who he was. He looked shocked as you revealed that you knew him. He wanted to ask you your name, but quickly stopped when you answered his question before he could ask it. โIโm Y/nโ
โCan I ask how you know my name? Or is that weird?โ He asked, still shocked a popular girl knew his name and was talking to him.
โNo itโs fine, Iโve seen you, Ned, and Mj in the halls before. They tend to say your name a lot, and your not the best whispersโ you told him as you giggled at his stunned reaction.
โI just donโt ever talk to you because the girls donโt really want me talking to guys, no offense, but especially Nerdsโฆ which is what they call you and your friends. Iโm pretty sure if they saw us talking right now, they would have a heart attackโ you added the last part with another giggle, seeing that Peter was laughing at your comment about โthe girlsโ.
โWell, I donโt really wanna give anyone a heart attack, and donโt wanna get you in trouble with themโฆโ he was still laughing, but you could tell he meant what he said.
โItโs ok, Iโm not scared of them honestly. Spend a day with them youโll realize just how stupid they are. They probably havenโt even noticed Iโm goneโ you said as you motioned Peter over to your locker so you could grab the notebook you came for.
You and Peter talked all the way to class, after finding out you had the same class in the morning (how had you never noticed him before?). You made sure to let Peter go in the class first, you coming in 30 seconds later, to make sure Liz didnโt suspect anything (not that she was smart enough to anyway).
Class went on for what felt like an eternity, but in reality it was only 45 minutes. After class, Liz headed off to her second class and you went to find Peter (you pretty much had the same schedule, only two classes that were switched, but the rest in common).
The rest of the day was boring, even though all you could think about was Peter, and the homework you had no idea how to do. Thankfully Peter had given you his number. Oh thank the lord for Peter Parker and his ability to listen.
You called Peter after school, asking him questions about himself as you worked on your homework over FaceTime (which for him was letting you stare at his ceiling as you talked).
โSo, Iโve been meaning to ask, why are you so afraid of the โpopular girlsโ?โ You added, making sure to add air quotes to popular girls.
โOh, Iโm not afraid of them, Iโm justโฆ i donโt know, theyโre popular?โ He said, making more of a question then a statement. At that you laughed which, even though you couldnโt see it, made Peter smile.
โOh really? Is that so? What an amazing and detailed answer Peterโ you gave him fake applause, making him brush out laughing, causing you to laugh as well.
The rest of your FaceTime call was much of the same. Youโd ask him a question, heโd give a dumb answer, and youโd both laugh. Peter was a funny guy, even though he would never admit it. Peter only made jokes around people he knew and trusted, knowing he wouldnโt be judged for it.
From that day forward, you and Peter started to hang out, and quickly become best friends (even if Liz, Betty, Emma, Grace, and Hannah, the popular girls, were against it).
As time went on you told the girls about Peter, feeling comfortable with the fact that they were gonna freak out. And just as you thought, they freaked.
โWHAT?!โ
โYouโve got to be kiddingโ
โWho?โ
โWait! Not the Nerd!โ
โWhen did you start hanging out with him?โ
The entire caffeine went silent, turning to look in the direction of the table you were sitting at.
โGuys! I told you know to make a big deal out of this!!โ You said holding your head in your hands as you looked down at the table, questioning why you had expected them to be normal about this. I mean, you knew who you were talking to.
โHow do you expect us to not make a deal out of this?!? Your hanging out with- with a Nerdโ Liz lowered her voice as she spoke, getting more quiet with every word. Everyone eventually lost interest, turning back to their own tables, bringing back the normal loudness of the caffeine.
โOk, you know whatโฆ I canโt do it. If you guys are gonna make such a big deal about who I hang out with, Iโm leavingโ you said as you got up and walked over to Peterโs table (which was on the other side of the caffeine, thank the lord), plopping down right beside him.
Ned was the first to speak. โSoโฆ that went wellโ
โIf you call getting yelled at by people you knew would do that, after you telling them you hang out with people who arenโt them. Then sure, it was greatโ you stated sarcastically, leaning into Peterโs arm, him grabbing your hand under the table, rubbing his thumb gently across the back of it as you intertwined your fingers.
โI know they can be jerks, but honestly a scene like that? Like if I told you I was hanging out with one of them, would your first reaction be โWHAT?!? ARE YOU CRAZY?!โ? Like I just donโt understand whatโs wrong with them!โ You asked, placing your head on Peterโs shoulder.
โIโm so done with themโ you mumbled, making your statement only audible to Peter.
You went to Peterโs apartment after school, venting about the girls the whole way. For some reason you always felt better after venting, but then again, didnโt everyone?
After doing what felt like 7000 pages of homework, you and Peter decided to watch Star Wars, which you had only seen once before when Peter wanted to have a Star Wars movie marathon with you, Ned, and Mj, who ended up falling asleep.
The breeze in the room had given you chills, running down your spine as you grabbed a blanket. But Peter, noticing that you were cold, gently pulled you closer to him, throwing the blanket over the two of you once you were settled.
โThis better?โ He asked, looking down at your little face that he wanted so badly to kiss.
You were quick to respond with a small nod, your eyes leaving Peterโs for a split second to examine his lips, which didnโt go unnoticed by him. He blushed slightly but smiled. You just looked so adorable in his arms, it was hard for him to not give into his urge ๏ฟผkiss every part of your face.
You had so many butterflies in your stomach, it would have been impossible to count them. But non the less, they only multiplied when Peter finally gave into his urge, softly kissing you. You were surprised at first, but quickly got used to the feeling of his lips on yours and kissed him back.
When you pulled away, an interesting silence fell over the room, but you were the first to break it.
โWho would have thought Peter Parker knew how to kiss?โ You asked, sounding completely genuine, which made Peter chuckle under you.
โYea, well who would have thought one of the most popular girls at school would kiss a Nerd?โ He replied, smiling like a dummy.
โDefinitely not stereotypicalโ you added, looking deep into Peterโs eyes. You could get used to that.
โBetter yet, who couldโve thought about a Nerd and a popular girl being boyfriend and girlfriend?โ Peter questioned, smirking.
โIโve never heard of such a thingโ you answered connecting your lips once again.
Who would have known that the day you told Liz, Betty, Emma, Grace, and Hannah about Peter could result with the beginning of you and Peterโs relationship?
Not stereotypes, that for sure.
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AN: So my idea for this was to write a five-part anthology about the five elements. I wanted to write a story that made the reader feel like they are the main character. There is no gender or descriptors so anyone can read it. I know it's not the traditional book style, but I think it could be fun. I Serve as sort of the narrator of the story, addressing the reader directly. So let me know what you guys think of the first chapter? Would you want to read this?
I'll have someone else edit and stuff cause I suck at editing lol
Chapter One: Earth
Deep in the heart of the forest, in the dead of night, there is a calm clearing. Despite the lack of trees, the moonlight does not dare encroach upon this land. It is still, lifeless. If not for dirt, it would be barren. Nobody treads there. There are rumours that those who do, do not come back. Of course, rumours are only whispers, cautionary tales of those who wish to keep life's secrets for themselves. Greed. One of the seven deadly sins. It is prevalent in our society.ย
A ghost story perhaps. Something told by the ancestors, a way to keep their offspring in line. Those who stray too far from the path, get left behind, swallowed by the darkness. It is all-encompassing and absolute. The dark is thy mistress, tempting and full of allure. But the light, the sun, is thy warden, commanding and steadfast. Too quick to outrun, but shortening by the hour.ย
With the day comes warmth. It smells of crisp leaves and morning dew. The sound of laughing children, joyous and light. Church bells ringing, loud and clear. Everything is as it should be. Everyone is accounted for. But as the warmth fades, the town turns in on itself. It is cold and uninviting. All the houses are shut tight, the doors lined with fresh sheered wool and dawned with sheep's blood. There is no more boyish laughter or girlish giggles. The only sound to be heard is the gentle snores from the mouths of the sleeping. And the ambient crackle from the fires within. It is night.ย
And so the story goes, on and on until it reaches its conclusion. A raging crescendo, swelling in time with the unsteady beat of a heart. It trips and falls like a babbling brook, bending and weaving like the roots of a great tree. Each branch reaches for its own denouement. Stretching and leaping over roadblocks and barricades. A graceful dance, that's calculated and fluid. But a great tree, built on unstable ground, cannot fly towards the sun. It is destined to crash and burn, leaving only a stump in its ash.
Those who can count the rings of the dreaded stump can bare witness to its stories. With each ring, the tree grows older and wiser. A data farm of mystery and wonders. The old stump in the middle of the forest. The one that stands on barren ground. You mustnโt make a sound if you wish to hear the whispers. They tickle at your ear, luring you in like a siren lullaby.ย So do not disturb the silence, breathe lightly of the air, but hold it in your lungs. Your feet cannot touch the ground, nor may your eyes see through the shadows. Do not taste the air, or smell the decomposition.ย
To travel with your mind, one must first give up their body. Exist beyond your senses, and push past your infantile, mortal husk. These games are not for children. Although the rules are lain before you, do not deceive them. They are subject to change at a whim, cracking and breaking under pressure. You should do well to guide them and keep them by your side at all times. For once a rule is lost, it cannot be found again. If not written in stone, then forge them in blood.ย
A single apple, atop a dying tree. It is plump and red and full of life. A tiny leaf for garnish and a heavenly sent for good measure. But looks can be deceiving. It is repugnant in taste, a single bite may cut a life short. So, bite the apple. End your mortal qualms, and ascend into the plane, devoid of substance. Leave behind what you know, to gain what was lost long ago. You, brave adventurer, are the chosen one. On this journey, you must walk alone. Do you dare to venture into the unknown?ย
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โcโmon, megumi. tell me whatโs botherinโ ya.โ satoru pouts at megumi, his arm thrown around the boyโs shoulders. you watch the scene unfold with a tense smile.
megumi was exhausted from school, training and so much more. the teenagerโs patience was wearing thin. especially with satoru almost pressuring him into telling you both whatโs weighing on his mind. when all he wants is to be left alone at the moment.
the tone satoruโs using to talk to megumi only pisses the high schooler off more and more. itโs fatherly. like heโs still the little child satoru took in and cared for. it pissed megumi off, along with everything else;
โyouโre not my dad, so stop fucking acting like you are!โ
you freeze. satoru freezes. megumi freezes. time freezes. the silence was deafening. no one was moving. your eyes flicker over to satoruโs and your heart shatters in a million pieces.
satoruโs hurt. so hurt. itโs visible and heโs not hiding it โ not hiding it like he usually would behind a wide grin. his blindfold and glasses arenโt there to hide the way his face falls either.
โi know.โ satoru whispers. his voice lost its cheery tone, his eyes have lost their spark. the sorcerer slowly distances himself from megumi. a bitter chuckle leaves his lips. a futile attempt to hide his shaky voice, โi know.โ
all you could do is stand there in shock. megumi doesnโt know what to do after his little outburst either. and satoru. . . well, satoru is the first one out of the room. you hear his breath hitch as he walks past you. you see his eyes twitch. the strongest, in tears.
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HE DIDN'T WANT TO LET GO HE DIDN'T WANT TO LET GO HE DIDN'T WANT TO LET GO!!! -screams-
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THE GRUDGE (or: the 7 things luke castellan hated about you)
read part two GET HIM BACK! (or: the 7 reasons you want revenge on luke castellan)
pairing: luke castellan x child of nemesis!reader (gender not specified)
word count: 8.5k
summary: luke hated your guts. he really did. he just hoped that no one could tell how, even after all this, you're still everything to him.
warnings/disclaimer: luke's POV. spoilers for the lightning thief and season 1 of pjo. some heated make-out sessions but no actual smut - MDNI / 18+. mentions of blood + death + alcohol. luke is 19 during tlt but i wrote this with him + reader being 21 by the end of this (this is important for the next part lol). anyways, luke + reader share clothes and lots of intense emotions they maybe possibly don't process in the best way. lots of ANGST - it's a greek tragedy fr!
author's note: welcome to my new hyperfixation! this fic is LONG but i hope she's worth it โก
โช: the grudge by olivia rodrigo
(i. you have a sharp tongue)
fourteen year old luke was overwhelmed when he first stepped into the hermes cabin. it was loud and overcrowded and no one really seemed to care that they had a new cabinmate. the head counselor showed luke to an empty bed at the back, told him to get settled in, and left without another word. luke dropped his backpack before collapsing on the mattress. it was so thin that he could feel the springs dig into his back.
"you'll get used to it."
luke sat up to see you climbing through the window.ย
you had a band-aid stuck on your chin, chipped nail polish the color of blackberries, and leather combat boots that looked way too heavy to be wearing in the heat of summer.ย
โthe shitty mattress?โ
โi meant the whole chaos of cabin 11, and the way things work around here in general. if you can get used to the shitty mattress, all power to you.โย
your tone was friendly enough, playful even. you smiled at him so comfortably it made luke nauseous.ย
โgood to know.โ he tried to smile back at you, but his heart wasnโt in it. โiโm luke, by the way.โ
โyeah, i know. iโm โโ
โy/n!โ
you seemed entirely unfazed as the blond who called your name stormed over to you. you rolled your eyes, something only luke could notice, before turning to her.
โsomeone stole my candy.โ
โiโm very sorry to hear that, maddy. gotta be careful around here.โ your voice dripped like poisoned honey, deceptively innocent and sweet.
maddy was not having it. she huffed at you. โit was you, wasnโt it?โ
โthat depends. did you cheat at poker last night? again?โย
some of the chatter throughout the cabin paused, heads turning to listen in.ย
โwhat? n-no!โย
โthen you have your answer, maddy.โ you exaggerated a sigh, as though you had already won the fight and were annoyed that she came back for more. โnow, if youโll excuse me, i have a new camper to show around.โ
chiron had already given them a tour, but luke didnโt protest when you grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the window with you. your hand was warm in his as you dragged him along to the corner of the cabin where a poorly made ladder waited for you.ย
โcome on.โ you started climbing, and only stopped to look down when you realized luke wasnโt following you. โbest view of camp. trust me.โ
a shiver passed through luke. trust didnโt come easy to him. he also didnโt particularly want to return to a stuffy cabin where all he would do was count reasons he did not want to be there.
ย so, luke followed you. he sat down next to you on the roof and looked out at the sun shining on his new home, but he couldn't help but be slightly bitter. the gods had gotten all of you into this life of endless danger and battles and monsters, and this was all they had to offer in return: a summer camp.ย
it just didn't seem fair.ย
there was something else he noticed then. what was it that chiron had said? camp half-blood was supposed to be a safe haven for all demigods.ย
โi donโt get it. there are only twelve cabins, but arenโt there, like, a million other gods?โ
you straightened your posture then, and turned to luke with a newfound interest.ย
โcamp half-blood only has cabins representing the twelve olympians. apparently, theyโre the only ones important enough to have children worth recognizing, and they canโt even do that half the time,โ you explained, impertinence laced throughout your words. it seemed like something you could never quite get off your chest.ย
everyย demigod knew that the gods didnโt appreciate sarcasm. theyย didnโt particularly like being called out on their bullshit, either.
you didnโt seem to care; you even rolled your eyes up at the sky, as if challenging zeus himself.ย
โanyways, thatโs why the hermes cabin is so crowded. it takes in campers who are unclaimed or whose parent doesnโt have a cabin at camp. like me.โ
โso, whoโs your godly parent?โ
you fiddled with the leather cord on your neck. it held a few clay beads like the other campers, but there was one silver charm he noticed only you wore โ scales, by the looks of it. you clutched onto it.
luke realized that, despite your own advice, maybe you resented having to get used to the way things worked around here, and having to hide your resentment. maybe that was worse than having to sleep on an uncomfortable bed for the rest of your life.
"nemesis. goddess of revenge."
"that's....hardcore."
you scoffed and moved on to twisting the silver ring on your index finger. "a lot of people take it that way, and i think it scares them a bit.โ
โso thatโs why youโre extra nice to new campers, huh?โย
โno, i was just in a good mood today.โ you smirked.
โguess i was just lucky, then.โ
luke couldnโt help but smile at your laugh โ sharp, biting. you nudged your boot against his sneaker, which shifted you closer to him, shoulders practically touching.ย
โwhat people donโt understand is that it's more about balance, you know? you do good things, and good things happen to you. at least, they should. you do bad things andโฆ.โ you pulled out an outrageously big bag of candy, dropped it between you and luke, and winked at him. โyou face the consequences.โย
โthat makes sense.โ luke leaned over to grab a handful of gummy bears. โlike karma.โ
โyeah. exactly.โย
you bit the head off a red bear, both of you chewing in silence before you added:
โby the way, iโm sorry about your friend.โ you swallowed and caught lukeโs gaze.ย
chiron warned him that word would travel fast around camp about what happened to thalia, and luke had prepared himself for anything โ anything but your reaction. there was no pity in your eyes; instead, there was a hint of rage, as though thalia had been your friend, too.ย
โshe deserved more.โย
lukeโs eyes caught the glint of a knife strapped to your belt. he took another handful of the candy you stole, and he thought about the fire and fearlessness behind your words, and, despite everything, it felt right to be with you then and there.ย
โyeah,โ he finally whispered back. โshe did.โ
we all do.ย
neither of you said those words, but the suggestion was there, and it felt like a promise.ย
(ii. you hold on to every stupid, little detail)
โslow down, tiger.โย
your voice echoed throughout the arena, and if luke had been fighting a real opponent, it might have gotten him killed. instead, he just stopped mid-swing, sparing another straw dummy from losing its arm.ย
โleft hand,โ you noted as you walked past him towards a bench. โyou, my friend, are in need of a break.โ
luke loosened the grip on his sword. the only time luke fought with his non-dominant hand was when he had overworked the other. he must have switched an hour ago, but judging by how heavy his arm felt, it could have very well been two.ย ย
his curls were stuck to his forehead with sweat, his shirt soaked through. he could feel a dull pain behind his eyes, and luke was worried that if he stopped to catch his breath, he would pass out. or, even worse, have to face the reality of the shitty news heโd gotten early that day.ย
โcome sit with me,โ you urged. โyouโre exhausted, tiger.โย
luke bristled at your nickname for him.ย
sure, luke loved that there was something only you called him, a secret kept between you in plain sight, but it was also a reminder that it was harder to hide behind the hero act when you were around.
everyone else at camp figured the nickname was a playful attempt at calling him strong and charismatic. the truth was that luke once told you that his favorite cereal as a kid was frosted flakes and that he would dream of playing sports as well as tony the tiger. for better or for worse, like most things, you wouldnโt let it go.ย
case in point: if it was anybody other than you trying to get him to take a break, luke could have just brushed them off with a charming smile and continued swordfighting until his arms fell off, but in the two years since meeting you, luke had never met anyone as stubborn and convincing. like him, it seemed you were willing to fight and shed blood to get your way. luke was never really in the mood to make you bleed, even when feeling like he could burn the entire world down, so he usually gave in to your demands.ย ย
as soon as he sat down next to you, you handed him an orange flavored energy drink โ his favorite. anything other than water was hard to come by at camp without the enchanted goblets in the dining pavilion, or the right connection in the hermes cabin. he ran out of his stash the other day, but you must have noticed and gotten one of the stoll brothers to smuggle more in.ย
โthanks,โ luke said, ignoring the jolt of electricity that passed through him when your fingers brushed together briefly.ย
ย the two of you looked out at the sword arena, and all the straw dummies that luke had destroyed. you wait for him to take three big gulps of his drink before speaking again.ย
โi guess chiron and your dad decided you werenโt ready for a quest.โ
luke exhaled sharply. โhow did you โโ
โthe only time youโd skip out on capture the flag is if something really shitty happened.โ you looked down at lukeโs clenched fists, and that seemed to be all the confirmation you needed. โyou promised annabeth you'd be there, and it's not like you to let her down."
fuck. he had completely forgotten that tonight was annabeth's first time as team captain. this entire week, she had been prepping a winning strategy. it wasnโt like annabeth needed him to win, but luke was her big brother, and he should have been there. you were right โ he had let her down.ย
the realization made lukeโs day go from bad to worse.ย
"i told her you were helping a new camper with an emergency. she didn't believe it, but she adjusted her strategy and we still won.โ
โwell, thank the gods everything worked in the end,โ luke grumbled.ย
โdonโt thank the gods,โ you quipped. โthank annabeth chase for her brilliant mind, and me for covering for your sorry ass.โ
when luke didnโt indulge in your usual playful banter, you moved closer to him and brushed some curls away from his eyes. your skin warmed his forehead, and the small gesture made him feel better than he had all day.
โlook, iโm not going to give you some bullshit inspirational speech about how the gods donโt get to define what a hero is, or how you donโt need a quest to prove that youโre worthy of being one. weโve each been through that before, and i have a feeling this wonโt be our last time, either.โ
โthen why are you here?โ the question came out harsher than luke had intended it to.
โbecause sheโs trying her best to hide it, but annabeth is really hurt that you didnโt show up for the game. i figured the least you could do is suck it up, come to the campfire, and make her those signature luke castellan sโmores. you could probably use one, too, since you havenโt eaten anything since breakfast.โย
you were right, again. luke was exhausted, he was furious, but most of all, he was starving.ย ย
later that night, luke sat next to annabeth and vowed to make her as many sโmores as she wanted. youโd gone to sit with the hephaestus kids, trying to convince beckendorf and nyssa to join your cabinโs post-campfire party at the beach, even though they had to work in the forges early the next morning.ย
when chiron made his weekly speech, congratulating the winners of capture the flag and thanking the gods for keeping everyone safe, you and luke caught each otherโs gaze from across the fire. you rolled your eyes and luke bit back a smile as you turned back to beckendorf. he noticed your knees were practically touching. did you sit that close to everyone?ย
luke was looking at you for so long that the marshmallow he was roasting fell into the fire, despite annabethโs warnings. she handed him another one.ย
"you should tell her how you feel," annabeth said. "stop being a coward."ย
whether it was the smell of burnt sugar, the heat of the fire, or annabethโs comment, luke started to feel dizzy. he did his best to shake it off, asking annabeth for a play-by-play of her strategy earlier that night, but he couldnโt quite get rid of the thought of you.ย
(iii. you don't care if your clothes are stained with blood)
โi justโฆ.i canโt fucking believe you, luke.โ
โi donโt get why youโre so upset โ youโve never cared about quests before.โ
luke was hoping to break the news to you after capture the flag. unfortunately for him, word travels fast around camp.ย
annabeth had the two of you scouting the east side for the flag, while she and some other athena kids took the west. you hadnโt found anything so far, which meant that youโd spent the better part of an hour bickering over lukeโs choice of companions for his quest. a choice that included charles beckendorf and chris rodriguez, and purposefully did not include you, much to your fury.ย ย
before you could continue arguing, luke heard the sound of footsteps approaching. he looked over to you, and you already had your shield and sword at the ready.ย
a few red defenders emerged from the trees. one charged at luke, but you stepped in so he could deal with the other two. one of his opponents went down fairly easily, but the other put up much more of a fight. metal clashed behind him as you kept fighting as well. you might not have been as skilled a swordfighter as luke, but he knew that you could hold your own, at least until he was finished with the person in front of him.ย
luke parried his opponentโs strike, causing them to take a step closer. he was preparing to disarm them, just as he heard you yelp and stumble to the ground. it only took a millisecond of his attention, but it gave his opponent the opportunity to elbow him in the face. luke felt a crack upon impact, and pain radiated from his nose; he powered through.ย
he had to finish this fight, and he had to do it fast. you needed him.ย
his ears were ringing as he finally knocked over his opponent, kicking away their sword and keeping his foot on their chest. luke turned around to see you having turned the tides, the blade of your sword dangerously close to your opponentโs neck.
you locked eyes with luke, and you both understood โ it was time to go. the two of you ran through the forest, as far away as you could before having to stop and catch your breath.
luke removed his helmet to get some air, and dropped his weapons. you did the same. you looked at him, brows furrowed.
โyour nose.โ
luke licked his lips, tasting blood. the triumph of winning that last fight overshadowed the ache of his potentially broken nose. in fact, he liked the image of a ruthless warrior emerging from the glory and gore of battle, that even though he did not bleed ichor like a god, he still had power.ย
you, on the other hand, didnโt look impressed. instead, you stepped forward and offered the sleeve of your shirt to wipe away the blood.ย
โyou donโt have to โโ
โi know you think youโre a badass walking around all broken and bloody, but you shouldnโt deny your admirers your pretty face,โ you teased.ย
it was no secret that luke had numerous admirers around camp, a fact you loved to tease him about. he was sure that you relished in how flustered that made him. all you had to call him was pretty boy, and luke could be reduced to a blushing mess.ย
it was pathetic how much power you had over him.
โbesides, i wouldnโt have gotten out of that last fight if you hadnโt taught me that disarming technique earlier. i owe you. itโs what we do. we take care of each other, right?โ
he couldnโt argue with that.
a few moments of silence passed as you cleaned his face. something shifted as you worked, the flirtatious grin fading away. when you pulled away, your sleeve was stained a dark crimson.ย
โjust tell me honestly,โ you finally murmured. โwhy don't you want me to join your quest?โย
luke was genuinely taken aback by the softness of your voice, now devoid of its usual fire. you wouldnโt meet lukeโs eyes, but being that close to you, he noticed they were slightly glazed over.
he had expected you to be angry at his decision. he expected you to yell and argue and try to change his mind. luke hadnโt expected you to be so hurt. so broken.ย
he hadnโt planned on it, but luke decided to tell you the truth then.
โlook, karma, if you come with me, my heart wouldnโt fully be in the quest. iโd be so caught up inโฆ.well, you.โ
a pause.
โis that a bad thing?โ
โnot usually, no.โย
you smirked a little at that, and lukeโs heart skipped a beat. it also made his decision even clearer.ย
โbut i need to be focused for this. i needโฆ.โ he let out a deep sigh. โi need to prove myself. this is my first real chance, and i canโt fuck it up.โ
you met his gaze and smiled brightly at him, your signature spark of confidence returning.ย ย
โyou wonโt.โ
you reached a hand up to play with his necklace. luke hadnโt noticed how close youโd gotten until your fingers started tracing over those four clay beads. it made his entire body burst into flames.
โiโve been wanting to do something for a while. and, aphrodite save me, it might be really stupid, but โโ
luke took a lucky guess as to where you were going, and crashed his lips against yours. aphrodite knows that he'd been wanting to do that for a while, too.ย
he often got drunk on the adrenaline of battle, the glory of winning, but nothing was quite like the rush of kissing you for the first time.ย
it was messy and urgent, both of you aware that, at any moment, you could be interrupted. your noses were bumping together, teeth clacking against each other. the metallic tang of blood lingered on lukeโs tongue, but neither of you seemed to care. you even bit his lip slightly, as if you wanted more. armor sat heavy and cold between your chests, preventing you from getting closer. luke had never loathed the protective gear more.ย
he made up for it by lodging one hand underneath your jaw, and snaking the other beneath the celestial bronze, beneath the cotton of your shirt, admiring how your pulse quickened under his thumb when he grazed the soft skin of your stomach. you tangled your hands into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp. he groaned and felt you smirk against his lips.ย
luke had kissed a few people before, sure, but never like this: like a knife to the gut, and if you pulled away, luke would surely bleed out and die.ย
it wouldnโt be a heroโs death, in the traditional sense, but at least heโd die happy.ย
how many heroes could claim that?
when luke ran out of air, feeling like his lungs were burning, he had to pull away.ย
you glanced down at lukeโs kiss-bitten lips, then back to his eyes. luke flushed under the intensity of your gaze.ย
โjust promise me something, tiger,โ you whispered, voice hoarse.ย
โanything.โ
โcome back alive.โ
luke leaned forward and placed another kiss on your lips, this one much gentler than before.
โi promise.โ
(iv. you love like a scar that won't fade)
the nightmares were getting worse.ย
luke woke up in a cold sweat, taking gulps of air in an attempt to steady his breathing.
โluke.โย
your whisper did little to quell the pit of dread growing in his stomach, but it did enough to bring him back down to reality.ย
he was at camp half-blood (fuck the gods of olympus), in the hermes cabin (fuck you, dad), in a bed next to yours (fuck, if he could tell you what โ who โ was going through his head, he would).
โiโmโฆiโm fine,โ he murmured back, voice catching slightly on the lie.ย
like clockwork, you shifted from your bed to his, slipping under the covers. it didnโt matter that it was a hot summer night, and the minute your legs touched his, he could feel himself starting to overheat.ย
your thumb brushed over the thick edge of his scar, up his cheekbone to the corner of his eye. it had been a year, living with this reminder. a reminder that he had failed, just as much as his father and the olympians had failed him.ย
luke tried to pretend that he didnโt come back from his quest as a shell of who he once was. after all, it was meant to be his shining moment as a demigod, meant to gain him all the glory and fatherโs praise he once wished for.ย
what a fucking joke.
every morning, luke would crawl into a different skin. he welcomed new campers and taught sword-fighting. he laughed with chris and his other siblings and strategized with annabeth for capture the flag. he would be the easy-going, charming, skillful senior counselor who respected the gods and honored them in everything he did.ย
again: a fucking joke.
nights were different, though, with you so close to him, you who could always see right through him.
every night, luke was a fourteen-year old boy again, with so much rage and resentment he didn't know what to do with it.ย
of course, you were always you - a bleeding heart underneath layers of armor. you didn't care about fate, or the gods, or the titans. you cared about justice, you cared about what was right and fair.ย
most of all, you cared about luke.
โyou were screaming,โ you told him, voice barely cutting through the soft snores and sleeptalkings of your other cabinmates.ย
โsorry,โ he managed. looking at you in the dull moonlight, luke noticed the deep shadows under your eyes.ย
โitโs fine. you justโฆ.you scared me, tiger.โย
your hand still rested on his cheek, and for a second, luke hoped you would kiss him, but you didnโt. instead, you told him to try and get some sleep, and sank further into his bed before closing your eyes.ย
for the hundredth night in a row, luke hoped you couldnโt hear his heart hammering in his chest as you fell asleep next to him.
since coming back from his quest, luke didnโt have it in him to suggest being anything other than friends, and you didnโt push it. there had been a few....moments between you, sure, but nothing more.
luke thought you might have changed your mind, because who would want to be with a bitter, worthless, wannabe hero? then again, that voice haunting his dreamsโฆ. luke could change that.ย
but, at what cost?
(v. you protect people as ruthlessly as a starving dog)
luke could hear you talking to percy jackson outside. though he couldnโt quite determine what was being said, as much as he tried.
you entered the bathroom and instantly caught lukeโs eyes in the mirror. you were wearing your faded pyjama shorts with cartoon crows, and a flannel shirt that luke had a sneaking suspicion might have been his. you smiled at him before setting up at the counter, one sink between you.ย
โwhat was that about?โ luke asked after spitting out a mouthful of minty toothpaste.
โoh, nothing.โ you were searching through your toiletry bag for something, and seemed to come up short. โhey, do you have any extra dental floss?โ
luke threw some over to you. as you effortlessly caught it, he noticed your knuckles, bruised and bloodied.
โwhat happened?โย
you finished flossing and briefly examined your hands before pulling out your toothbrush.ย
โitโs not a big deal,โ you assured. โsome ares kids were picking on percy, and then they started pushing him around, like, really pushing him around, soโฆ.โย
โ....you decided to send them to the infirmary.โ
you squeezed some toothpaste on your brush before continuing. โi donโt need you to lecture me about how i shouldnโt be fighting with other campers because iโve been here longer and i should be a good role model. you know what a good role model does? not let kids beat up other kids and think the worst punishment theyโll get is no dessert for a week.โ
luke watched carefully as you jammed the toothbrush in your mouth and brushed with such force, he was worried your teeth might dislodge. he knew that you would shed blood for someone you loved, and that you didnโt particularly care if you had to break rules in doing so, because you believed that what was written was not necessarily what was right.ย
in fact, luke loved that about you.
no, it wasnโt the fighting that luke cared about โ it was who you were fighting for.ย
percy was a good kid, he really was. luke just didnโt want you getting attached.ย
โi wasnโt going to lecture you. iโm guessing chiron already did?โย
you nodded and spat out what looked like a combination of toothpaste and blood. you rinsed your mouth until the water lost its pinkish hue. once you were done, luke continued his train of thought.
โi just didnโt realize you cared so much about him.โ
โabout percy?โย
luke could tell that he didnโt have your full attention. you were packing your stuff back up, accidentally tossing lukeโs dental floss into your bag, but he had more pressing matters to deal with.
โyeah. the kidโs only been at camp for three days, and youโre already acting like his guard dog.โ
you finally turned to luke and glared at him.ย
โmaybe. but percyโs sweet and he doesnโt seem like the type to put up with bullshit. heโs been through a lot, and annabeth seems to like him, too. as far as iโm concerned, percyโs one of us, and iโm not going to let anyone push him around.โ
luke raised an eyebrow at you. โheโs sweet?โ
โyeah. like, just now, he gave me some blue raspberry jelly beans as a thank you. said his mom used to work at a candy store. he also wanted me to apologize to you for him. he feels bad about beating you in sword-fighting earlier.โย
you scoffed, like you resented luke for having to apologize to him on percyโs behalf. you definitely did not appreciate that guard dog comment. luke clenched his jaw, seething over what you had just said.ย
satisfied with his reaction, you gave luke that nauseating smile of yours, tilted your head towards the exit. a truce, because you never liked to fight with luke for too long, and a order, because you knew luke would always follow.ย
the two of you began walking back to your cabin in the warm mid-june air.ย
โi wouldnโt say he beat me,โ luke huffed. โit was beginnerโs luck.โ
โsure, tiger. it was beginnerโs luck that disarmed the best swordsman weโve had in the last 300 years.โ
you nudged lukeโs shoulder with yours, but he recoiled from your touch.ย
โare you trying to make me feel worse?โ luke tried his best to avoid snapping at you, keeping his tone measured.
โiโm just saying that maybe the kid has natural talent and that doesnโt make you any less talented. thereโs no need to get jealous.โ
luke resisted the urge to growl at your suggestion.ย
to be clear, he was not jealous. itโs just that luke had spent years of blood, sweat, and tears getting to where he was then, and percy jackson had just gotten to camp.ย
and, to be even more clear, luke was not jealous of how you were already defending percy with your whole body and your whole heart, the way you did for him.ย
by then, you reached the front of the hermes cabin. luke could already hear the commotion of what he would need to deal with as soon as he walked in. the burden of being head counselor, one he approached with an elastic smile that could snap at any moment.ย
you tugged on lukeโs sleeve before he could open the door.ย
โhey. are we okay?โ
luke looked down at your fingers grasping the fabric of a sweatshirt he was just realizing was yours. your nails were painted a dark red, now chipped after a week of wear. you had begged luke to paint his nails then, and once again, he gave in. he even started to like the purple you had chosen just for him, so deep it was almost black. the same color you were wearing the first time you and luke met.
he smiled at the memory โ a real smile, no plastic โ and then smiled back up at you.
โweโre fine, karma.โ and he moved to enter the cabin. luke could hear the threat of an argument bubbling up, what sounded like a petty one over a prank gone wrong.
โwait.โ you tugged at his (your) sweatshirt once more. โthereโs something i wanted to talk to you about, about tomorrow nightโโ
โannabeth called a meeting during free time.โ
โyeah, i know, itโs just โโ
โsheโll run through strategy for capture the flag then.โ
โone of the aphrodite senior campers asked me to the campfire,โ you blurted it out, and luke decided to ignore the sound of a fight breaking out from behind the wooden door.
what in the name of hades were you talking about?
โthey asked you out? likeโฆlike aโฆ.โ luke didnโt even want to speak the word, scared it would make it real.
โa date,โ you said casually, as if that one word didnโt rip lukeโs heart in a million pieces. โi said yes.โ an admission that took all those pieces and set them on fire.ย
sure, in the seven years since you and luke met, youโd each talked about boys, about girls, about dating and kissing them and going further. but there was something about this one that felt different. something about the way you told him.
โbut, listen, i wanted to let you know itโs not โโ
โgood for you,โ was all luke said through gritted teeth before someone started calling his name again, louder and more urgently, and he had to duck inside.ย ย
(vi. you taste like burning cherries and righteous anger)
your team had won capture the flag, of course. the biggest news of the evening, though: percy jackson was the son of the sea god.ย
he was a forbidden child, the hero of the great prophecy.ย
everything was falling into place.ย
all luke should be thinking about is kronosโ plan, and his role in it, and how a world without the gods of olympus was that much more in reach.ย ย
unfortunately, for the time being, he was so consumed by you.ย
you, from across the campfire, sporting cutoff denim shorts and fresh wounds from the game earlier. you, who had wrapped your knuckles in gauze, concealing their bruising, fixed the chips in your nail polish and stacked rings on your fingers. (for the record: luke had gifted you the one on your left thumb.) you, with dark lips that whispered too closely and laughed too loudly with a child of aphroditeโ jordan li.
you hadnโt so much as looked at luke since congratulating each other on another win. when chiron announced his weekly gratitude to the gods at the start of that nightโs campfire, you didnโt punctuate your resentment with your usual eye-roll or biting remark. you were too busy giggling at something jordan said.
luke wanted to be the one to whisper jokes in your ear. he wanted to be the one you left lipstick stains on later, along his jaw and down his neck. he wanted to be the one who kissed the blade mark on your shoulder and the bruises on your knuckles.ย
and yet, hours passed and it seemed that the thought of luke had never so much as crossed your mind. he found himself at an after hours party with a few senior campers on the beach. a lethal recipe: a poorly crafted bonfire, some contraband drinks and you in jordan liโs lap, playing with their hair and pretending luke castellan did not exist.ย
meanwhile, luke had katie gardnerโs full attention. she was talking to him about the strawberry season, potentially leaning a bit too close into lukeโs personal space, definitely flirting with him.ย
luke could have done a lot worse than the head counselor of the demeter cabin, who always smelled like fresh lavender, whose eyes were the bright green of spring grass and whose lips tasted like golden honey.ย
the problem was that luke only wanted you, and his eyes kept sliding over to where you were kissing jordanโs cheek, and he accidentally called the girl he was kissing by your name, which did not make her happy.ย
katie threw her drink in his face, told him to wake the fuck up, and walked away.
a chorus of gasps and chuckles erupted as luke stood there, diet coke and vodka seeping into his shirt. the commotion seemed to capture your attention, because you suddenly appeared next to luke, an empty bottle of cherry soda in your hand.
โrough night, tiger?โ your voice, that nickname, made luke sick, his face twisting into a frown. you donโt seem to notice or care. instead, you switched your bottle with lukeโs and took a sip.
โlooks like you were having a pretty good time,โ luke practically sneered. โwhereโs your date?โย
ย โthey went to bed.โ you swallowed a mouthful of beer, grimacing at its bitterness. โgods, this is terrible. you and i should go on the drink run next time โ we have better taste.โ
โso, are you and jordan like a thing now?โ
you gave luke a smile he didnโt quite understand, but made his stomach churn in ways only you could. โwould that be a problem?โ
โof course not.โ he answered way too quickly for that to be true.ย
โletโs get out of here,โ you suggested. โi think katie is about this close to strangling you with a tree branch.โ
luke glanced over your shoulder to where green eyes glared back at him.ย
nowhere could luke find it in him to care. he wasnโt even sorry. he just shrugged, took the bottle back from you, took his first sip all night. luke almost gagged (because of course you were right, and the stoll brothers had better fake ids than they had taste) but he suppressed it.ย
โno. iโm good.โ
biggest lie he ever said. like there wasnโt anger caught in his throat and jealousy swelling between his ribs.
โgo find jordan,โ he taunted. โkiss them, show them a good time! isnโt that the reason why you got all pretty?โ
you narrowed your eyes at him carefully. your nostrils were slightly flared, and luke took a bit of pride in being able to rile you up.
โlook, we havenโt really talked lately, and i think we should.โ
โgo find jordan,โ he mocked once more. โalmost all the aphrodite kids are here, and iโm sure you can be quiet enough to sneak into their cabin and if you want a quick fuโโ
โluke.โ you clipped his name, obviously getting to the limit of your patience with him. โif you want to stay here all night and be an asshole, youโre welcome to. you should know, though, that your happy-go-lucky hero mask is starting to crack and i donโt know if you could deal with the fallout from it shattering completely.โ
you leaned in close and whispered that last part, very aware of the chattering that stopped and the eyes that watched the pair of you anxiously. luke was usually good at hiding that part of himself who wanted to burn the world down.ย
in ways you didnโt realize, you were right: he couldnโt risk revealing it, not now.
not yet.ย
โdo whatever you want, castellan,โ you spat out his last name, the combination of letters foreign in your mouth.โiโm leaving.โ
luke should be proud of himself. he waited a whole two seconds before following you like a stray dog.ย
luke didnโt know if heโd ever felt you that enraged by him, and it horrified him. it also made him hungry for more.ย
โiโm not sure that jordan would want the two of us alone together at night,โ he shouted after you, words echoing into the starless sky.
โgods, enough about jordan!โ luke practically ran into you with how fast you turned around to confront him. โi was helping them with that stupid aphrodite tradition!โ
โyouโฆ.โ luke faltered, all the snark leaving his body. โwhat?โ
luke remembered silena beauregard once explaining the rite of passage to him: to prove themselves, a child of aphrodite had to make someone fall in love with them, and then break their heart.
โwhyโฆwhy would you agree to do that?โ
you had reached the dining area by then, and you sat on one of the steps leading to the pavilion. luke stayed a few feet away, looking at you cautiously.ย
โjordan and i are already friends, and they figured a fake relationship would be the way to avoid anyone from actually getting hurt in the process.โ
โyou seemed soโฆso into it, though,โ luke stammered, the memory of you in jordanโs lap, laughter bubbling from your lips, still fresh.
โitโs called acting, dumbass.โ the camp didnโt rely on electricity, but there were enough torches around that luke could see you roll your eyes. โanyways, i was trying to give you a heads-up last night, but you wouldnโt listen.โ you took a deep breath. โand, honestly, i didnโt push it becauseโฆ.i figured i should test a hypothesis.โ
a hypothesis? youโd known annabeth for too long.
โwhat hypothesis?โ
you hesitated.ย
โit doesnโt matter. fuck, this was stupid,โ you muttered, and without another word, stormed through the dining pavilion, a short cut to the hermes cabin. your footsteps fell heavy against the marble, and lukeโs not far behind.ย
โwhat hypothesis?โ he asked again.
nothing but rushed footsteps.
โwhat hypothesis?โ luke finally yelled.
third time was the charm, because you stopped in your tracks and faced luke once again. a fire burned in the bronze brazier, where campers were forced to offer up portions of your food to the gods at every meal. its roaring seemed to captivate you, and the flames danced across your face, illuminating all your curves and edges.
โiโm angry at the gods,โ you stated.ย
this caught luke off guard. from the day the two of you met, luke knew you shared that feeling. youโd gotten quieter with your rage as youโd gotten older. luke supposed he got better at hiding it himself, as well.ย
โiโm angry at the gods for letting bad shit happen even if they can stop it, and for building this world in the fucked up way they did. iโm angry at your dad for the way heโs treated you, but โ you, luke castellan.โ you finally met lukeโs eyes with a gaze so sharp, luke almost felt himself bleed. โiโm also angry at you, and not just for your bullshit tonight.โย
your admission felt like a punch to the stomach, and luke was left with no air to breathe.
did you know?
โyou havenโt been the same since your quest,โ you continued, words slow and deliberate, the way you spoke when you were worried your voice would shake. โand iโve come to terms with that in the past few years, but youโฆ.youโve never tried to ice me out before. youโve been acting distant since december, and itโs been driving me insane. do you realize how much i miss my best โฆ..โ you swallowed the word friend. โhow much i miss you?โ
luke hesitated, because what could he say? i know iโve been distant, but iโve been busy trying to start a war between the gods. sorry babe!ย
would you hate him, if you knew?ย
you had to have known that, despite the distance, luke missed you. for tartarus sake, in the last two days, heโd driven himself mad at you calling a fourteen year old boy sweet, and he was about to combust at the image of you dating someone else, with little care as to the collateral damage.ย
"you can't just avoid me, makeout with katie fucking gardner, and thenโฆ.โ you trailed off, hiding your face in your hands. whether it was to hide embarrassment or tears, luke wasnโt sure.
a smirk spread across lukeโs face at the revelation that he hadnโt been the only one jealous at the bonfire that night. it lit luke up with the confidence he needed to not completely fall to his knees in front of you, beg for your forgiveness for everything heโs done.
โwhy do you care if i make out with katie fucking gardner?โย
as he waited for a response, luke walked towards you until your back hit one of the marble columns.ย
โwhy do you care if iโm with jordan fucking li?โ you clenched your jaw and looked right through luke. a clear indication that you wanted him to break down first; it wouldnโt be you who yielded this fight.
โbecause i want to be the one youโre with.โ at that point, luke was so close to you that he swore he could hear your heartbeat. he reached out and played with the hem of your shorts. โwhy do you care if i make out with katie gardner?โ
โbecause.โ you drew in a sharp breath when lukeโs fingers brushed underneath the denim, across the warm skin of your thigh. you closed your eyes. โdonโt make me say it, tiger.โย
the desperation in your voice made luke want to do unholy things with you, to you. luke knew you didnโt think of him as a saint, and you never expected him to be one. the reality was that you werenโt much better, either. what was essentially an altar to the gods burned bright next to you, but it seemed neither of you had ever cared less about it than in that moment.ย
luke would watch olympus fall. he would dethrone the gods and watch their glass castle shatter and find glory in a new world. in the grand scheme of things, he was willing to lose this battle.
in fact, he would have rather betrayed the titan lord himself than waste another second not kissing your lips.ย
so, he kissed you, and you kissed him back with such force, such hunger, it was ungodly.
no, you certainly werenโt a saint โ but you were divine, in the most brutal, intoxicating way. in the way you shuddered when luke lodged a leg between your thighs; in the way you threaded your fingers through the belt loops of his jeans to bring him closer; in the way the metal of your rings burned through the skin of his hip, right to the bone, which made him shudder, and you smile triumphantly against his jaw.
the more he tasted your smirk flavored by cherry soda and the ashes of nearby flames, the more he felt your feral teeth against his neck and your wicked nails digging into his shoulders, the more you tugged on his curls, the more luke thought: maybe.ย
maybe you would give into your seething resentment, live up to those eye-rolls and snarky comments that got you in trouble with chiron, on the edge of hot water with the gods. maybe you would join the titan army. maybe, just maybe, this time, you would follow luke.
and yet โ maybe wasnโt enough if it meant he could lose this. luke wouldnโt risk it, not until he kissed every battle scar and bruise on your body, and you did the same to his.ย
โwait.โ
it was the last thing luke wanted to do, but he complied. he took the opportunity to appreciate the chaos he created: your shirt in disarray, your lipstick a mess, your chest heaving and desperate to catch a breath.ย
โi promised jordan that weโd keep up our charade for a week, two at the most. do you think we could keep thisโฆโ you tightened your fist around the fabric of his shirt. โa secret until then?โ
luke responded by pressing his lips to yours once more, because there were definitely worse secrets to keep.
(vii. you wouldnโt hesitate to make him bleed)
luke had just left percy jackson to die.
he should be leaving camp, now, but he needed to see you one last time.ย
the universe works in mysterious ways, because you were out on a run through the forest, and you crossed paths before he even had time to wonder where you were.
โhey, tiger.โ you smiled as if this was a regular afternoon. the two of you would teach your afternoon activities, sneak away during dinner so luke could kiss you in that spot that made you gasp. โwanna join me? i was just wrapping up, but i could be convinced to go longer.โ
for a second, he was tempted to. very tempted.ย
โi donโt have much time.โ
you seemed to notice lukeโs sullen mood and you dropped your playful demeanor.ย
luke explained: the messages from kronos in his dreams, him stealing the lightning bolt and helm of darkness to start a war between the gods and framing percy. the plan to destroy olympus that luke had pledged his life to.
percy was surprised at what luke had done, and luke could imagine that the rest of camp would be, too. luke was the golden boy of camp half-blood, everyoneโs big brother.ย
you, on the other hand, didnโt express any sense of shock.ย
โluke.โ you said his name like you werenโt quite sure it was poison. โiโm going to give you five seconds to tell me that youโre joking.โ
five seconds of silence passed. you took a few steps back from luke.
โiโฆ.i should have told you sooner.โ
โyeah,โ you scoffed. โyou should have. but, you didnโt. did it feel good, having the titan king whispering sweet nothings in your ear? all the lies about how this war is the only way to get the glory you so desperately want? itโs fucking delusional.โย
โitโs not delusionalโโ
โyes, it is!โ you glared at him. โyouโre on the wrong side of a war you made the mistake of starting.โ
luke straightened his posture, thinking about how hypocritical you were being.ย
โisnโt this what youโre all about? revenge, karma. your mom will probably join us, too. donโt you want to see the gods finally get what they deserve?โ
โnot like this. i canโt believe how desperate you are, to believe that kronos is going to make everything right. itโs pathetic,โ you spat. โiโm not saying the gods donโt deserve to be taken down a notch. their fucking obsession with power and gloryโฆ.itโs sick and twisted, but i donโt think your titan king is any better. i donโt think you are any better.โย
โitโs time that the gods fall. this is the only way, even if it isnโt perfect,โ luke countered. his voice was firmer now as he absorbed your anger. your mother was the goddess of revenge, but you clearly didn't understand the sacrifices, pain, and blood that was required to make the world a better place.ย ย
luke just needed to convince you.
โweโve talked about this for years,โ he continued. โnothing is balanced! thereโs no justice here, for anyone.ย we can build a better world where we donโt have to burn our scraps and throw ourselves at monsters to get attention. we can fight together like we always have. y/n, i loveโโ
โdonโt,โ you snapped. โdonโt you fucking dare. you should have died on your quest.โ your voice laced with venom. one hand gripping the knife you always kept on your belt. โthat dragon should have fucking sliced through you and saved us all the trouble.โ
something pricked in the back of his throat, down to his stomach.
โyou donโt mean that.โ
โi do,โ you promised. โat least you would have died with all of us thinking youโre a hero instead of the traitor you really are.โ
you grabbed your knife, took a fighting stance.ย
โiโm not going to fight you,โ was all luke could say. he noticed your hand tremble, and you tightened the grip on your knife to prevent emotion from slipping through your invisible armor.ย
in that moment, you have could slice through luke, and it would hurt less than everything you just said, less than the murderous look you were giving him, like he was just another monster you wouldnโt think twice about sending to tartarus.
luke didnโt even have a chance to unsheathe his sword before you charged at him, but he quickly had you pinned to the ground, the tip of your own knife pointed at you. he hesitated. the blade pressed harder against your cheek than he intended, enough to break the skin and let a few droplets of dark crimson escape.ย
โplease come with me,โ he pleaded. you didnโt answer, but you did seem surprised by the softness of his voice.ย
a few moments passed, the celestial bronze still between you. luke waited for you to see his way, to yield to his proposal.
you didnโt. instead, you took advantage of the situation. you wrapped your leg around his and flipped your position. in the process, you regained possession of your knife. without the hesitation that held luke back, you sliced through his cheek, deep. luke bit his lip to suppress a groan, tasting blood. your gaze set his whole body on fire as he waited for your next move. that was when you glanced down at his camp necklace, and the new clay bead added to commemorate this summer.
a turquoise trident.
๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝpercy told me he was on his way to see you,โ you realized. โwhat did you do?โ
luke didnโt answer. he knew then that a choice ran through your head.ย
and it stung, just a little, watching you sprint away through the trees in a last ditch effort to save percyโs life.ย
there was a small, pathetic part of luke that wanted you to choose him, even if it meant you would have plunged the knife into his chest.
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"you never have to worry about me leaving" w matt?
like, reader had just gotten into it w her parents and they said something along the lines of, "you're unlovable, just wait till that little boyfriend of yours leaves." or smth like that
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again i hope this makes sense and that itโs what you wanted
warnings: bad relationship with parents arguing with parents, negative thoughts, relationship doubts, i think thatโs all
my parents and i have never seen eye to eye on things, they constantly find things to start arguments about but they never go this far or personal.
โyouโre insufferable how does that boyfriend of yours deal with you? youโre exhausting to be around iโm shocked he hasnโt left you yet itโs only a matter of time!โ my parents yell, faces red with anger.
this has gone on for so long i donโt even know why they started yelling in the first place, i just zoned out, my thoughts wandering to their words.
how could my parents say that to me? if iโm so insufferable and unloveable to be around why am i even here? am i that much of a burden on everyone? why does anyone keep me around? they probably just feel bad for me. does matt even love me or is it pity? is he just playing me? when will he leave me? why hasnโt he yet?
without thinking i quickly stood up and made my way to my car not even thinking to put shoes on, my mind solely focused on getting out of here. silently i drive to mattโs house, no music, no tears, no thoughts just feeling numb.
i could see matt watching me as i sit in my car with my head slumped against the steering wheel trying to collect myself before going inside. he never left his window, sensing something was wrong he allowed me space to come in when i was ready to.
getting out of the car i let out a sigh and take a deep breath of fresh air in as i make my way to their apartment, letting myself in. giving nick and chris who were in the living room a small hello i headed straight for mattโs room. softly i knock on his door waiting for permission to enter.
โcome in babyโ he calls out.
he had closed the blinds and turned on his LED lights to blue, knowing i prefer softer lights. he was sitting in bed with his back against the headboard, duvet pulled back, and arms open ready for me to crawl into.
โiโm glad youโre here, i missed you, love. i was gonna text you to see if you wanted to come over and cuddle you must have read my mindโ he said, keeping his volume low to match to softness in the room.
with my head on his chest i stayed quiet not know what to say or how to bring it up. he knows about the arguments with my parents but he doesnโt know how intense theyโve gotten and iโm scared to tell him in fear that what they said will be true. he feels my breaths becoming fast and shaky as tears start falling. opting to calm me down instead of forcing me to talk, he runs his fingers delicately up and down my back for a bit before settling in my hair gently massaging it.
โyou donโt have to tell me anything. i just need you to calm down youโll make yourself sick sweetheartโ he reassures, taking deep breaths himself, encouraging me to match his breathing as he whispers gentle encouragements in my ear.
this goes on for quite a while before i feel calm enough to tell him what happened.
in the quietest voice i explain what they said, โi donโt even know what i did to make them start yelling at me in the first but they said iโm insufferable and exhausting to be around and they donโt know how you put up with me and theyโre shocked you havenโt left me yetโ i take a shaky breath. โwhy are you even with me why havenโt you left me already?โ tears pool in my eyes.
โhey hey itโs okay, breath baby. iโm happy you feel safe with me to tell me thatโ he sits up straighter and pulls me to sit on his lap so weโre face to face. โyou are not insufferable and you are not exhausting to be around. youโre the complete opposite i canโt spend a second without you and when i do youโre all i think about. iโm with you because i love you, i love the way you care for people, how gentle you are, how giddy you get when you pass a dog on the street. thereโs nothing not to love about you. iโll spend the rest of my life showing you you deserve to be loved. you never have to worry about me leaving. iโm in it for the long run your stuck with meโ
โthank you matt. iโm sorry i questioned our love for me. i love you baby iโm glad youโre here, foreverโ
โi love you sweet girl, get some rest iโm never leavingโ
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Derek: are you the big spoon or the little spoon?
Emily: i'm the knife
Jj: *from across the room* she's the little spoon
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You always joked about how you'd find out what's beneath his mask someday. Literally and figuratively.
He'd scoff at your attempts, or suggestions to lift up his sniper mask. Some of them caught him off guard, to the point he almost did it if not for his logical mind. But some of them were downright ridiculous, that he couldn't help but snort.
Maybe you already accepted it from the start, that he would never give in, but it had become a harmless jest at this point, so you might as well keep it going.
Until he gives you permission.
The thing is, it doesn't make you happyโit scares you to death instead. He once bit off someone's finger when they poked it in the place they shouldn't have touched. So what's behind the mask couldn't be worth the pain.
At first, you thought of it as a warning. Yet he wasn't showing any signs of threat. He even pulled you closer, so you'd get a better view of him.
His mask stays on, but he lets you touch his face. Your hands hover an inch away from his veiled visage, before you test the water with a touch.
He doesn't flinch away, or charge at you like a venomous snake. He stays still, letting your hands cup his cheeks.
"Didn't you say you wanna feel my face?" He said as he brought you closer, causing a shiver down on your spine.
"I did," Your lips trembled slightly, "I'm doing it."
"You're not doing it right." He tugged your paralyzed hands onto his chest.
You're confused when he firmly grips both of your hands, before slowly sliding them under the hem of his hood.
"Inside, maus." He commanded you, "Tell me what you feel."
And so, you complied.
You reach into his mask, and touch his neck tentatively. For a brief moment, his muscles tense under your fingertips, before they come down relaxed.
"Oh." You murmured as you pressed your palm onto his nape, "You can certainly survive a fighter jet ride."
He doesn't give you any response, so you take it as a cue to continue.
Your hands creep up higher, until your fingers reach the soft bones of his ears. They seem small in your grasp, smaller than they should, for a man of his height. A quiet smile spreads in your lips, as you imagine the tiny shells that frame both sides of his face.
"I'm surprised you have clear skin." You commented when you caressed his cheek, feeling the texture of his skin, "I thought you'd have a problem with it since you always wore a mask."
"Not always." He replied, nudging you to roam further, "I took it off whenever I'm alone."
"Did you take care of it?"
"No."
"How unfair." You chuckled, "I want to have your skin."
He keeps his eyes on you, and you feel the need to clear your throat, before you trace the lines on his face.
"You have a big nose." You mused as you ran your finger down from the bridge of his nose, "It's crooked."
He hums, while his eyes follow your uncertain gaze.
"Why you stopped?" He called you out, and you jumped upon hearing them, "There's one place you haven't touched."
You bit your lips, trembling, as you lowered your hand, until you felt the soft lumps on your fingertips.
They form a thin line, before they split open, inviting your finger inside. Your breathing becomes labored, as he takes a hold on your hand, guiding your thumb into his mouth.
He doesn't break eye contact the whole time, and you're too paralyzed to look away. You feel the sharpness of his teeth as his lips are closing around your digit. You have anticipated the guillotine falling on the head of your thumb, yet what comes after is a soft brush of his tongue.
It was rough, and drenched with his saliva, that it formed a string at the time your thumb left his mouth.
"Kรถnigโ" You gasped when he dragged his lips down to your palm, before stopping on your wrist. Pressing his tongue on your pulse point, where the skin barrier is so thin, that it feels as if he's tasting your flesh.
"Scared, maus?" He muttered, his teeth scraped against your skin, "Are you scared of me?"
You stare at him, as your instinct screams at you to nod. But you shake your head, despite the tremble in your hands.
"Then you'll do as I say." He wraps his arm around your waist, leaving no room for you to run, "Take off my mask."
Your eyes widened, not believing what you just heard from his mouth. Alas, his glare is enough to confirm the truth.
He guides your hands to his mask, pushing it up in a manner that's close to unveiling a white cover. And once the mask is lifted, you have no time to admire him as he slams his lips against yours.
Your cry of surprise is swallowed by his mouth, as he pushes his tongue between your lips. You can't do anything but cling to him, as he presses your body down with his, until your back is flush against the cushion.
When you open your eyes, what greets you is a pair of eclipses. Gone was the cruel Colonel, as he's replaced by a voracious brute.
The moment he opens his mouth, you know you'll be devoured by him.
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Christmas but 10 Times better
I know itโs been a really long time (over a month) since Iโve posted but I really hope you guys enjoy this because Iโve been in writes blockโฆ.. itโs hard
Summary: Christmas was a special time of year, but you had someone who made it even better
Prompt: them gently tilting your chin
Warning: fluff, snow/christmas?
Buzz buzz buzz buzzzzz buzzzzz
Your stupid alarm clock was buzzing off the walls again. It was so loud you were pretty sure your parents could here it.
You sleepily reached over to turn it off, the sound of silence filling your ears when you did.
You picked up your phone to check the time, and your notifications that you hadnโt checked in 18hours. You scanned through all the Instagram, tiktok, and phone calls youโd gotten, but the one thing that caught your eye was the text from Peter that appeared at the bottom of the list. You quickly tapped on it, seeing that he sent you a good morning text.
You quickly responded: โhi, whatcha doin?โ
You loved when he sent you good morning texts, and no matter how tired you were, you made it your mission to respond as soon as possible.
Peters text bubble popped up, letting you know he was typing. His message popped up not a second later: โjust laying in bed, just got back from patrol so still pretty tired, and still need to shower ๐ถโฆโ
You giggled as you read his sweet message, and his laziness. Peter was a pretty active guy, being Spider-Man and all, but when he got back from patrol, he was a bed potato.
You responded to his message: โewwww, you still havenโt showered?? You stink ๐ตโ๐ซ๐ตโ๐ซโ
If Peter hadnโt known that you were being sarcastic, he wouldโve been hurt. But knowing you, you couldnโt hardly say anything without some sarcastic or humorous comment being added in it somewhere. And Peter loved it.
He asked you if you wanted to come over, and of course you said yes. Both of you quickly got ready, you going a little slower then normal so Peter could shower.
But so enough you and Peter were in his room, talking about whatever you wanted.
โCan we go outside?โ You asked out of the blue. It was a random question, but thanks to tiktok, you had the sudden urge to dance with your boyfriend in the snow, because why not.
โY/n itโs snowingโ peter pointed at the window, watching snow fall just outside of it.
โI know, come on itโll be funโ you added getting up and tugging you boyfriend as hard as you could, trying to get him off the bed.
โFineโ he rolled his eyes, even though you could hear the excitement in his voice. You quickly took his hand and walked, almost ran, through his apartment and out the door.
Once you made it down to the lobby, and after making Peter take a selfie with the Christmas tree, you went outside into the cold, snowy place that was New York City. After playing in the snow like children, you and Peter took some more pictures (not like he wanted to, but he would do anything for you), you finally got what you had wanted to go outside for.
Peter was always able to tell what you wanted, especially when it came to things that involved him. So it was without a doubt clear to him that you wanted to dance with him in the snow, because honestly what girl wouldnโt.
Knowing Peter he was going to do whatever made you happy, so he took your hands in his, making you blush.
โMay I have this dance?โ He asked, gently bring your hand to his mouth and kissing it.
โIโm flatteredโ you started, the blush on your cheeks becoming more evident by the second. โNever gets oldโ Peter thought
โI would be honoredโ you added in a horrible british accent, causing Peter to laugh.
Peterโs hands met your waist, your arms snaking around his neck. He slowly began to sway you back and forth, his eyes never leaving yours. You stayed like that for awhile, until the temptation became unbearable and you finally kissed him. It was a quick little peck, but it was special.
Peter smiled so bright, you were sure the whole block could see it. He gently filled your chin up, making it easier for him to kiss you, pulling you into another kiss, one that lasted much longer then the last.
The tree swayed in the wind as you walked back to your apartment building, hand in hand with your boyfriend. The wind made its occasion gust as the snow continued to fall. As the sun began to set and the lights on the buildings slowly turned on, still walking hand in hand with your boyfriend, you looked all around you, taking in the beautiful city.
Christmas was always a special time of year, but you were just thankful that you had someone who made it ten times better.
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prompt: forced throuple au; Ghost decides that you and Johnny are his (part 2; ghoap x reader)
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The hard part is admitting to himself that he doesnโt know how to function on leave without Ghostโs voice in his ear.
Johnnyโs two days into his annual leave when that stray thought crosses his brain. Out with chums even, packed into the booth of an old pub in his hometown, the leather well-worn and a match on the telly that he half watches while one of his mates goes up to the bar to order another round for them. In between his third and fourth pint of lukewarm mild, he thinks something like, wonder what Simonโs up to.
The thought comes and then keeps coming. Keeps cropping up when he least expects. At the pub (wonder what Simonโs up to), in line at the grocery store (wonder how Ghost takes his steak), drowsily puttering around the kitchen while making breakfast (no way he wears the mask at home), listening to some guy in front of him hack up a lung at the dry cleaner (Ltโd do his fuckinโ head in if he was here), and even in the shower with his head tipped back, rinsing out the suds (wonder if heโs got a girl tucked away at home).ย
Is it so unusual? Johnny canโt remember a time in his life when someone lived in his head night and day, but Ghostโs presence feels like an extension of his own these days. Heโs cycled through girlfriends without a care in the world, without contemplating their existence for half as long, but they never cradled his life like a small bird in the palm of their hands and returned it safe and sound, did they?
Still, he feels it like a knot in his chest. Dreams about Ghost even; wakes up hot and hard, and scrubs his hand down the side of his face when he sits up in bed. Phantom memories of a body heavier than his weighing him down (just the duvet) and a thick hand curling around his dick (his own hand wrapped around his shaft, rubbing one out in his sleep).ย
He shakes it off, but it follows him out into the real world. Looking at the door of a coffee shop and thinking absentmindedly, Ghost would have to duck under that.ย
Johnny puts it out of his mind. As much as heโs able to, that is. Chalks it up to some kind of hero worship. Heโs worked with superior officers beforeโplenty of times, hundreds of timesโbut there are few men of Ghostโs calibre, both in skillset and mystique. Not to mention the sheer size of the guy. And what is Johnny if not a moth to a flame?
Better not to ruminate. He casts the memory of seeing Ghostโs dick in the showers after their last mission (monstrous thing, uncut, pubes darker than the hair on his head, more than a mouthfulโitโd give him lockjaw) out of his head. Doesnโt think about it. Laughs at a mateโs joke at the pub when he didnโt catch a word of it to mask the way he perked up at the sight of a wide-shoulder man until he turned around, giving Johnny a proper look at his face.
Heโs not ready to think about it. Might never be able to really look at why he eats it up, why he struts around with his chin cocked just a bit higher than usual because he knows everyone else is watching him with equal parts envy and curiosity for being Ghostโs favourite.ย
Then, one day, he meets a girl.
Johnnyโs not winning an award any time soon for worldโs best son, but he knows a thing or two. The first thing being chocolates and the second being flowers. His sisters handle the rest; they fuss about the party, get a gift certificate to the spa, send out the invitesโall that fun stuff. Heโs sent off for the bare essentials. Practically kicked out of the house by his oldest sisterโnearly brains himself on the asphalt and tugs his windbreaker on when itโs thrown out the door after him a second later, grumbling about being the errand boy.
He picks up a box of chocolates from the corner shop (not fancy enough, his sisters will probably bitch, but thatโs a problem for later) before heading down the road to the florist. Thereโs a bench out front stacked with tin flower vases, the only spot of colour on a dreary spring morning. He spends a couple minutes chatting with the cashier and flirting a bit halfheartedly (he thinks maybe itโll be worth it if it gets him a discount, even five percent off) until the florist comes out from the back.ย
โJesus, who gave ye the right?โ Johnny breathes, horse blinders on, vision narrowing on the object of desire coming out of the back in a linen apron and simple t-shirt underneath, scissors poking out of the front pocket.ย
โThe right?โ she repeats back, blinking.
โTo leave the house lookinโ so fuckinโ gorgeous. Glad I wasnโt driving when I passed you byโwoulda been in a twenty car pile up.โ
Sheโs not impressed in the slightest. Itโs thrilling. By that point, the cashier is long forgotten. Probably not the best impression heโs ever made, but heโs made worse ones. Itโs not every day he comes across an angel. Hard to be polite in front of a real life miracle.ย
He wears her down over the week though, showing up each day for a new bouquet. His mamโs never liked him more, so at least thereโs that. His sisters side-eye him whenever he ducks out of the house to head down the road to the floristโs, but even they know better than to bring it up and risk pissing off their mam. He interrogates her about flowers and her job, makes his presence unavoidable, a week long siege that ends with Johnny taking her out to dinner and then letting her take him to bed.ย
He wakes up nestled in her cozy apartment above the flower shop, stretching out and making himself right at home. When she trades in her linen apron for a terry cloth robe and stands expectantly by the door, Johnny just grins. Shows all of his teeth.ย
โAre ye just gonna use me and kick me out?โ he pouts. Folds his hands behind his head and digs a foot into the sheets, trying to sink into the mattress. Little king in his castle.ย
โYou know, you donโt have to pussyfoot around with me. Werenโt you just trying to get laid?โ she asks, brow arched. The disbelief thick in her voice makes it clear what she thinks of him.ย
โNoโ just some playboy, hen,โ he scoffs. โI have feelings too.โ
Her other eyebrow lifts. Heโs tickled pink.
He plays the part well, he supposes. Lounges in bed and eats grapes all morning while she stares at him from the kitchen like he might dissipate at any moment. Heโs used to leaving a false impression, like a lake that someone builds their house next to until years go by and someone says I think this was once a meteor.ย
When she comes back to bed around mid morning, Johnny wastes no time pulling her up onto the bed until she plants her cunt over his mouth and sinks down onto his waiting tongue.ย
Candy sweet pussy, he thinks blissfully, then says it out loud because he can never keep his mouth shut. It must tickle because she yelps and nearly pulls away from his face altogether, but he wrenches her back down, fingers digging into her ass cheeks a bit too forcefully. Heโll pay for that later.ย
In the aftermath, when she collapses beside him in bed and rests her head on his chest while he plays with her hair, he itches in his skin to message Ghost. It perplexes him. They never text, he and Ghost; they donโt call, they donโt write, they donโt email. For all intents and purposes, their relationship ends at the perimeter around base, dissolves to nothing. Itโs not Ghostโs fault he trickles into Johnnyโs dreams sometimes.ย
A week goes by. Calm the mind. He thinks of Ghost and his fingers tremble and the phone stays silent and he lets the thought go. Steady. Breathe in and out. His caryatid girl slips in and out of his sheets, hesitant always like he might leave. Johnny doesnโt know if she wants him to, wants to feel vindicated in her assumption, but of all her wants, that ranks the lowest in his mind.ย
He spirals deeper into it, infatuated. Sheโs sweet but snippy, candy sweet with a sour kickโeverything heโs ever wanted in a girl. Ever unimpressed, watching him with a small, hidden smile, amused despite herself.ย
Johnny wonders if this is the universe waving its hand in front of his face. Yoohoo, missing something?
He looks pointedly away.ย
Itโs new, but maybe heโs like every other military man in the world, unable to go with the flow, dissatisfied with seeing where things go. He needs instant gratification, everything now-now-now, the certainty of commitmentโhe spills blood with everyone he knows, so why would his girl be any different?
Returning back to base is harder this time around. The last day of his leave is an exercise in restraint, tempered only by her smile when he sees her off at the door to her apartment, reluctant to leave.ย
โCโmon, promise me youโll call, hen,โ Johnny mumbles into her mouth, catching her answer with a languid swipe of his tongue. His arms press her tight to his chest, digging his hands into her back pockets and giving a good squeeze, relishing in the way she squeaks. โHowโm I gonna survive without ye, huh? Theyโre gonna have to jumpstart my heart after it gives out from missing ye so bad.โ
โSo dramatic. You have my number,โ she says when he finally pulls back enough to let her speak.
โNo, please, baby, pleaseโpromise meโโ
โOh my god, alright, fineโIโll call. Now get going already.โ
The drive back to base leaves him feeling bedraggled, lost. When he gets in, itโs straight to the barracks, an hour long nap before reporting to Price, dragging his feet the whole way over. Moping, for lack of a better word, until he rounds a corner and nearly collides with someone that stops him with a single hand on his shoulder.ย
When he looks up to eyes rimmed in black paint, the world lightens. His shoulders lift.ย
โWipe that smirk off your face, Johnny.โ
It takes Johnny awhile to bring her up with Ghost. Something keeps holding him back, choking him when he tries to say it outloud. He blames it on uncertainty (had to be sure she was the one, Lt, ye ken?) but he feels the truth at the core of him. When he does finally muster up the nerve to pass his phone to Ghost where her photo is front and centre, no mistaking his intentions, he waits on tenterhooks for a reaction.ย
Only breathes out when Ghost asks to meet her. He can do that.ย
โAye, Lt. Just for you.โ
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cam girl (part ten)
pairing rafe cameron x female reader
rating explicit 18+
summary you work two jobs. by day, youโre a maid for the cameron household, where rafe degrades you any chance he can get. by night, youโre a cam girl, hiding your face so nobody can recognize you. when you discover your new subscriber, the filthy-mouthed man obsessively paying you to do everything he can think of, is rafe, youโre not sure what to do next.
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Rafe is on your mind constantly. At this point, youโve accepted it. There was something about the way he looked at you in his car last night. Possibly. Hopefully.
You stand in a quiet aisle, eyeing merchandise while you hold the charm on the necklace he gave you, the metal warm under your fingertips.
Youโd never been in a sex shop before. The guys you hooked up with before Rafe were nowhere near as kinky as him and you bought all the stuff you needed to be a cam girl online.
But seeing all the possibilities makes your stomach twist with excitement. You want to try absolutely everything with Rafe.
Youโve been thinking about coming here throughout all your classes today with one thing in mind. Rafe loves to use toys on you, but youโve never used anything on him.
With Rafeโs need for control, you assume he wonโt be all that open to using a cock ring, but you want to do something special for him. Maybe you can introduce him to something for a change.
You find a vibrating ring that you know will fit him, then decide to send him a photo of the toys in the aisle behind you and text him: this is a great place to meet guys.
Before youโre even at the register, your phone buzzes.
Rafe: dont joke like that
Rafe: buying something for yourself princess?
He sends you $100.
You reply: something like that :)
You check out at the register and head home, already looking forward to tonight. Your phone buzzes again.
Rafe: when can i come over?
You smile at your phone.
You: what about our cam session?
You get a notification that he sent $1000. The alert makes you wonder if he thinks youโre just doing all this solely for the money and gifts.
Youโd do it all for free.
Rafe: i wonโt wait that long
Not just canโt. He wonโt.
You reply: like 8ish?
Rafe: ok
It starts to rain close to 8 and when Rafe arrives at your place, his hair is wet and his face and jacket are peppered with raindrops.
โIs the valet not working today?โ you joke, knowing full well he had to find street parking on your busy road.
He breathes a chuckle, stepping into your apartment with his usual ease. Youโve noticed that he walks into every room like he owns it.
Rafe shakes off his jacket and places it on the back of one of your kitchen table chairs while you grab a clean hand towel out of your hamper.
โSorry this towelโs not a million thread count,โ you tease, meeting him to dab the towel over his face.
His blue eyes search your face with a hint of something new. Confusion?
You realize you didnโt even think about it; you thoughtlessly started to dry him off. It was such a mechanical response. Your impulse is to take care of him, make him comfortable.
Itโs official. This man is not just a fuck buddy to you anymore.
โWhat?โ you ask, knowing you need to crack a joke to break the tension. โIโm just drying off my seat.โ
โOh, my God,โ Rafe groans, trying to act annoyed, but you know heโs not. You laugh and lower the towel, squeezing the cotton in your hands.
โWhatโd you buy?โ he asks, clearly eager.
โIโll show you later. I wanna hear what you have planned,โ you say. โYou always have something planned.โ
โYou first,โ he says.
โRafe,โ you whine, dropping the towel to rest your hands on his firm shoulders. โCanโt I surprise you for once? What do you want to do to me tonight?โ
โI wanna see what you bought,โ Rafe solidifies.
You suck your teeth in frustration, looking up at him with doe eyes.
โPlease?โ you breathe. โIโm always the one waiting. Why donโt you wait for once?โ
Rafeโs jaw tightens and he shakes his head in disbelief like he canโt believe heโs giving in, but he gives in.
โYou ever been tied up?โ he finally asks, his voice so deep that it reverberates through you. The air is suddenly thick and any impression of humor that was floating between you has been dismissed by his words.
โLikeโฆ bondage?โ you say in a short breath, mulling it over as blood rushes to your cheeks. โNo. I havenโt.โ
He closes the already minuscule distance between you, cradling your jaw in his cool hand.
โI want your hands tied up while I fuck you,โ he says. Your mouth goes dry. Just when you think he canโt get any fucking hotter.
Rafeโs hand drops and you hear his belt unbuckling while his hot breath spreads across your cheek.
โWhy the fuck are you still dressed?โ he rasps. Youโre reeling as you strip down to nothing but the necklace he gave you. You hear the clang of his belt buckle falling onto your kitchen table beside you.
Rafeโs hands drag over your hips, pinching down when he turns you to face the other way. Heโs still in his boxers, his cock jabbing against your ass. His warm chest is pressed on your back, rising and falling.
โYouโre always the one waiting?โ he mutters. The belt buckle drags off the table top, and when you feel him roughly grab both your wrists and wrap the thick leather around them, the familiar need for him between your legs aches.
โYouโre always waiting,โ he repeats with a scoff. โIโm the one whoโs always fucking waiting.โ
You want to know what he means, but the belt is suddenly tight around your wrists, your chest jutting out. Rafe pushes you by the back of your neck so that your front is down on your table, your cheek flush against the hard plastic.
โSpread your legs,โ he orders.
The muscles in your thighs are strained and your hips burn against the hard table from the way he has you bent over. He couldnโt even spare the few seconds to go to your bedroom.
You feel his tip press against you, making you wonder which hole he wants to fuck.
โBeg for it,โ he orders. His fingers tighten around the back of your neck. Your arms are already burning from being bound like this.
โPlease fuck me,โ you moan, lips flanged from how hard your cheek is being pushed against the table.
โSay my fucking name,โ he tells you.
โPlease, Rafe,โ you obey. He groans in response, hands settling on your hips.
He stretches your cunt out so fucking slowly that you want to scream. You push back against him, and you swear, he laughs at your desperation.
Rafe finally bottoms out in you, his hips against your ass. He puts his hand over your bound wrists, starting to drag out again.
โThis pussy is fucking mine,โ he says. As if you need the reminder. He owns you completely.
When he picks up the pace, driving into you, your breath hitches. With every thrust, your hips grind against the hard table, making you ache in pain.
โOw,โ you snip before you can stop yourself.
Rafe immediately pulls out of you, making you writhe in frustration.
โWhat hurts?โ
โNothing,โ you lie, wanting him more than you want the pain to stop. โKeep going.โ
โWhat hurts?โ he repeats sternly.
โMy hips,โ you admit. โIโm fine, itโs just โcause of the table. Please just-โ
โIโm not making you cry again,โ he snaps. He cups a hand on your shoulder. โGo to your bed.โ
โRafe, itโs fine.โ You feel oddly ashamed, like youโre not doing your job pleasing him how he wants you to.
โGo,โ he mutters. His hand pulls you up and you have no choice but to let him push you into your bedroom.
Your wrists are still bound at your lower back when he bends you over your bed. You sink onto your stomach, feeling Rafeโs fingers spread you open before driving his cock into you again.
You squeeze your eyes shut as he relentlessly pounds in and out of you. Your arms strain against the constrictions of his belt, the sensations so fucking perfect.
โShit, Iโmโฆโ he groans, and you know heโs close, so you try to tilt up your hips so he can get as deep as possible.
Rafe shakes through his orgasm and you think how you could never tire of this feeling, of being the one he finishes inside of and reaches this feeling with.
Heโs panting when he pulls out of you. Your wrists burn against the belt as he loosens it. His hand smooths over your ass before he spanks you and collapses beside you.
โShow me what you bought,โ he says. โIt better make you cum.โ You tilt your head to meet his gaze.
โHave an open mind, okay?โ
โDamn, what the fuck is it?โ Rafe asks with a curious laugh.
Youโre sore as you get up on your knees and shift to grab the white ring you already took out of the packaging and placed in your nightstand.
When you settle back on the bed and hold it out in front of him, his brows furrow.
โIs thatโฆ?โ He canโt finish the sentence, his tone apprehensive.
โIt might feel really good,โ you say with a small smile. โI got a vibrating one.โ
Rafe sits up, glancing down at your purchase before looking up at you again.
โCome on,โ you laugh. โYou surprise me all the time. I canโt surprise you?โ
He clears his throat.
โI donโt know,โ he says simply, blinking fast. It sounds like a hard no.
โOh,โ you say. Youโre shocked heโs not at least a little open to it, considering how kinky he is. โOkay. Sorry.โ
You turn to put the toy away, but his next words stop you.
โFuck,โ he breathes out. โFine.โ
โReally?โ you ask, meeting his eyes again.
โYou just look so fucking sad,โ he groans.
โYou donโt have to do it.โ
โLetโs just try it.โ He pinches the bridge of his nose. โAfter everything I do to youโฆโ You smile in response.
Rafe sits up against the head of your bed frame and you straddle him, dipping your head to kiss him. Itโs strange how with him, making out feels more intimate than sex does. As good as the sex is, nothing gets your heart fluttering quite like when his lips are on yours.
Your hands settle on his shoulders and you tug at the ends of hair as you kiss him passionately.
Rafe smiles under the kiss, your lips molding together, his tongue tumbling with yours. You feel him getting hard again.
You pull back to slide the ring down his cock and he sighs in a way that tells you he canโt believe heโs actually doing this before he takes you in to kiss you again.
Rafeโs hands roll over your ass, squeezing and kneading as you sit on his naked lap. This is the longest youโve ever kissed. It feels crazy to realize that, considering everything youโve done together.
โShit,โ he shifts beneath you. His cock is growing, the ring starting to squeeze around him.
โHowโs it feel?โ you ask.
โGood,โ he breathes, eyes low. It makes your heart swell with pride. โRide me.โ
You sink down on him slowly, feeling the ring against you once youโre fully seated. You find the button at the top of it to turn on the vibration.
You both exhale in pleasure at the same time. He skims his hands up to your waist, looking at you while you grind on top of him.
In the dim light of your quiet bedroom, the toy buzzing against your clit, how deep he is inside you, the way his eyes are locked on yoursโฆ itโs all so perfect. Everything with him is so fucking perfect that it canโt be true.
The fact that you ended up here all because of a part-time cleaning job and a cam website feels insane.
Your palm is against his hot chest. He looks down at it and his dimples dip into his cheeks as he smiles smugly.
โYour hands are so fucking cute,โ he teases. The non-sexual compliment sends you into a tizzy.
โYours are huge,โ you retort, trying to keep cool.
โWhat else is huge?โ he asks.
โYour ego.โ
โFuck off,โ he laughs.
โOkay,โ you tease, starting to sit up so heโll slip out of you. He roughly pulls you back down by your hips.
โYouโre not going anywhere,โ Rafe mutters. You laugh and start to fuck him faster, your hips rolling in circles.
โFuck,โ he groans, head tilting back. โIโฆ Fuck, I need to get on top.โ
You shift to let him settle over you, your head resting on your pillow. Rafeโs hand runs up the side of your bent leg and he grabs your calf to pull it towards him, silently inviting you to wrap your legs around him.
You hook your ankles together, your entire body hugging him.
You fuck for at least twenty straight minutes, both of you sweating and panting and shaking. You knew heโd last extra long with the cock ring tight around him, but this is unbelievable.
You cum twice underneath him in the span of the session, earning a string of โgood girlโs from him. By your third orgasm, he starts to tremble, too.
When Rafe cums inside you, his name tumbles out in his groan. Not princess, not baby, not good girl, but your name, and it gives you a knotted feeling in your stomach that you havenโt had with him yet.
Maybe itโs because heโs elated over coming down from a new level. Or maybe itโs more.
He pulls out, still dripping.
โSoโฆ you like my present?โ you ask when he falls in your bed next to you.
โFuck,โ Rafe groans. โThat wasโฆโ He doesnโt seem to have the words, but neither do you. How do you even begin to describe something this unreal?
โI need water,โ you say, unsure of how youโre going to even stand up. โWant some?โ
He shakes his head in response.
You stand at your kitchen sink, leaning against the counter and swallowing down cold water. On your way back to the bedroom, you notice a lit up screen on your kitchen table.
Rafe must have left his phone here before you moved to the bed. Through pure instinct, you look at the screen. By the time you realize youโre accidentally snooping, itโs too late.
You donโt see the contact name in time, but you do see the message.
bro where are you? too many bitches here for just me lol
A chill rushes through your body. It must be one of his buddies waiting for him at a party.
Of course. Itโs a Friday night and youโre pretty sure all the rich people on the island have to do is party.
You feel like an idiot. Expecting exclusivity from Rafe in the arrangement youโre in was ridiculous. Of course heโs fucking around on the side. Someone like him, with his sex drive, canโt be satisfied by one girl.
At this point, you just want him to leave, so you collect his clothes off the kitchen floor.
Thankfully, Rafeโs already sitting up in your bed when you reenter your bedroom. Surely eager to go.
โHere,โ you say coldly, handing him his jeans and t-shirt. You donโt look at him when he takes his clothes from you. โAre you gonna head out?โ
You realize when you ask the question, itโs like a secret test youโre putting him through. If he stays, he gives a shit about you. If he leaves, he doesnโt.
โYeah, I should,โ he says. He should. Yeah, he really should go look at and flirt with and fuck other girls.
โโKay.โ You start to collect some clean clothes from your dresser, covering your body with them, feeling strangely insecure around him now.
โYou pissed off or something?โ he asks behind you as he gets dressed.
You clench your jaw. Honestly, youโre more hurt than anything. But are you even allowed to be? Just because he acts like your boyfriend sometimes doesnโt mean he is.
โNo,โ you reply. You swallow down the painful feelings and turn to look at him. โJust tired.โ You think back to your texts yesterday about how often youโve hooked up. โLost count, right? I might need a break.โ
You donโt mean it. At this point, youโre just defensive. Wanting to hurt him like he hurt you.
Rafeโs face flashes in displeasure.
โWhat - why? What the fuck happened in the last fucking minute?โ he asks.
โIโm not allowed to be tired?โ you respond.
He dips his head, nodding as he buttons his jeans. He seems silenced by his own anger. Your eyes sweep down his muscled body, wishing heโd just hug you and ask you whatโs wrong one more time and reassure you that youโre more than just sex to him.
You can tell heโs pissed off and you know youโre not being fair, but you let him leave without any more words exchanged between you.
After a long shower, you lie in bed and wish Rafe didnโt leave his smell on your pillow. You browse your phone, trying to distract yourself.
You tell yourself youโll go to sleep in five minutes over and over again. Youโre working at the estate tomorrow. You need to get up early. But you know the moment you close your eyes, youโll be trapped in your thoughts. You donโt want to think about him.
Itโs nearing midnight when a text comes in.
Rafe: princessssssdsssss
You look at your screen in confusion. Is this a drunk text?
Rafe: ur mean
Rafe: but ypur pussy is sooo niiice lol
Yeah. Heโs plastered.
Rafe: ans you have cutehands
Rafe: you akwyas smell good how the fuck is fhat possibke
You hate that your heart warms at the fact that heโs clearly fucked up but his instinct is to text you.
You reply: i think someoneโs drunkโฆ
Rafe: yes iam
Rafe: idk what iโm gona do with yiu loool
You: what do you want to do with me?
You get an alert that he sent you $69.
Rafe: that
Rafe: looool
Sex. Of course.
You: are you going to make me do every position?
Rafe: youโr efreaky as fuck. i know youd like it
You: trueโฆ
Rafe: lowkey ur all i think about
Goddamn it. Your heart is pounding at this point. You try to play it off.
You: oh only lowkey. cool
Rafe: donโt be maddd
You: iโm pissed
Rafe: we should fuck aboutt it :)
You know the answer to your next question, that he sees you as a booty call and thatโs all, but you know the confirmation.
You: is that all you want to do rafe? fuck?
Rafe: YES
Rafe: what if i come over again tonigjt lol
You: i work tomorrow. i need to sleep
Rafe: you need this dick
You: omg
Rafe: do you likw this skng
Rafe: song
You: ??? what song
You canโt stifle your laugh at how shit-faced he is.
Rafe: irs good
Rafe: u should giveme a lap dance
You: youโre drunk as hell. iโll see you tomorrow, ok? goodnight
You think back to the way he looked when you snapped at him earlier and decide to send one more message.
You: sorry i was mean
He doesnโt reply. Maybe itโs better that way.
Your body is heavy the next morning. You barely make it to the Cameronsโ estate. You donโt see Rafe at all in the morning. Youโre guessing he crashed at whoeverโs party he went to.
You wonder how many bitches, as he and his friends say, he talked to last night.
When itโs time to turn over his bedsheets, you take a moment to take in the familiarity of his bedroom. When you pull over a new fitted sheet, you realize just how exhausted you are.
Thereโs no reason for another maid to come into this room. Itโs on your list only. And Rafe is gone.
So, whatโs the harm in lying down to rest, just for a little bit? Youโll do a better job when youโre not exhausted.
You wonโt close your eyes.
You lie on his pillow. Okay, maybe you can close your eyes for a minute. Youโll count to sixty then stand back up.
The numbers quickly melt away and you slip into a slumber.
When you wake up, nuzzling your face into the pillow, Rafe is in bed with you, his back to you.
It takes a moment to remember where you are. You sit up and he notices the movement, turning to look at you over his shoulder.
{ read part eleven here }
authorโs note: shoutout to my readers for being so creative. thank you to this anon and this anon and to another reader (you know who you are) for your contributions to this chapter! ILY!
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Astarion Romance Headcanons ๐ฅ
SFW:
Side glances when you're besides him
Full on staring when you're not
Immediately looking away when you catch him
"You know the way he looks at you, don't you, soldier?"
His pinky itching towards yours when you're walking, wanting to hold your hand but unsure because, is it too much? Will you reject him?
His hands scrunching up your shirt tightly whenever you hug. He's always the last to let go.
You hold on longer and longer each time because he doesn't want to let go.
His kisses are tender and needy.
He likes the warmth of your hands.
Thinking of what tones will suit your perfume the best. He'll gift it to you after all this is over.
He'll sew the holes or tears in your clothes over the night and pretend he doesn't know what happened next morning.
When you move to kiss his cheek he will grimace in annoyance but lean in as you do it.
"Be careful around Astarion, (Tav). He's not serious about you.", the others will warn you. And Astarion will worry you'll heed their words more than his so he'll do so much to prove his love to you, not knowing that you already trust him (even if that is an objectively stupid thing to do lmao).
He started sleeping next to you from the moment you had sex but ever since you've entered the shadowlands, he ends up cuddling in the middle of the night. He misses the sun.
He likes kissing the palm of your hand or its back.
Likes to pack your bag before you leave camp.
"No one's ever going to love me like that again."
Ever since you told him that there's more to him than just beauty and sex, that he's hilarious, for instance, he finds ways to make you laugh. He loves it. He's started being a lot more sarcastic and makes more jokes just to hear your laughter. He'll never admit it, of course. Other than maybe when it's only you two.
Doesn't believe he will be able to love again if you let go of him.
"Don't be so nice to me." he says with round, needy and pleading eyes.
Thinking of ways he can show others you're together so others know you're not available.
Hiding his jealousy, terribly.
He will rip the throat out of anyone with malicious intent towards you.
"I will wait the whole of my life for you, Astarion." He doesn't believe it at first, but the longer you go on without sex the safer he feels and the more he wants you.
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He sometimes cries silently at night, wishing he could make love to you without it feeling so tainted. He wants it so badly, but his past experience prohibits it. The pain of wanting something and being unable to have it only because of himself is too much. He blames himself too sometimes. Wishing he could give you more.
"I don't mind waiting.", you'd say.
"I do. I can't have you, no matter how much I want you.", he'd say.
When you cuddle him sensing he's upset, he will bury his face in your neck to hide his tears. The smell of you is comforting.
Needing you everytime you're tender with him.
Getting aroused when you hug during a kiss.
Wanting to kiss your skin all over, to make you cry from pleasure as you bury your face in his neck.
Wanting you to hold on to him for dear life as you climax.
When he's finally comfortable enough and takes charge of his own sexuality, he'll be so needy.
Realising that the two nights he had sex with you were nothing compared to how good making love to you feels.
When you give up all control to him, letting him do to you as he wants, the pleasure is almost too much bear. The power he feels is palpable and knowing it is you who trusts him so much will drive him near mad.
He will lose control many times so you have a safe word.
You both think of the stupidest word possible as a safe word. Something that makes you both laugh when it's used.
He likes over stimulating you, making you beg and he'll kiss you to calm you.
"It's okay, you can do it, darling.", he'll say stroking you even further and kissing your tears.
"Does that feel good, my love?"
The more you beg the more he loves it.
He likes playing with your hands, holding them in his, touching your fingers, comparing them to his while you rest on his chest, still warm from him being inside of you.
Resting his head against your chest to hear your heartbeat.
Staring at your face and body intently. Taking in every little reaction you make and replaying them over in his head throughout the day.
Staring at you longingly when you're both with the squad, failing terribly at focusing in battle or conversation.
Getting aroused when you're covered in blood.
Seeing you fighting, in general, turns him on. The smell of your sweat, your rapid heart beat, the way your body moves, all of it now only reminds him of making love to you.
Telling you to say his name whenever he's feeling good and you'll chant it as you cum. He loves how it sounds from your lips.
Resting his forehead against yours as he's close to cumming.
"Look at me.", he'll command you.
He likes when your hands rake his hair, pull his hair, tug it whatever. That slight bit of pain arouses him. Better yet, if you bury your nails into his skin.
He likes to look at you falling asleep. It's such a gentle thing. How can someone so strong otherwise be so soft around him? Why him? Why did someone like you choose someone like him? He can't believe he has you.
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