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The Family Business Ch.12

WandaNat x Reader

Word count: 2.7k

Ch. Notes: It's a converstion so dialouge heavy, non-sexual nudity

Summary: Natasha and Wanda reveal their feelings.

An: Ok... ok late again, but tell me it's not worth the wait. (Please don't) Hopefully you love it because it's 2:25am but I'm still doing this for yall and yes if everything goes right new ch. on Monday

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Wanda couldn’t look at you when she was speaking. You could see she was trying to find the words, but you didn’t know how to help her.

Natasha knowing what her wife is trying to say tries to take over.

“ Before I met you I was a little jealous. Seeing the love of my life light up talking about someone who was quite literally thousands of miles away, was a hard pill to swallow. I haven’t known you as long as Wanda, but I can see now why she had always spoken so highly of you.”

You want to interrupt the red head and say anything back to her, but you don’t. They had said they wanted to tell you everything before you spoke so you intended to let them.

“When Papa sent me away, I resented him for it. It was a great opportunity and a show of good faith, but I was angry with him because I didn’t want to leave you here. I thought we had grown quite close, little krolik. You were the best part of all my days. So much so that even thousands of miles away I couldn’t shut up about you. Even after I fell in love, you’d always find a way into my mind,” Wanda plays with her wedding ring as she speaks.

You look between the two woman silently urging them to continue.

“I’ve been many places, lived many lives, and have met many people, but I've never met anyone like you. There’s this light inside you that you keep so close to your chest. I can feel it behind all the walls you put up. I see it in how intensely you care about your family and I admire it. I admire you,” Natasha isn’t scared to take your hand in hers.

Wanda continues, “It’s hard not to admire you. If Natasha has seen it in these few months, it’s safe to say I’ve always seen it. I saw it before you put all these walls up, when you let it be known to everyone. I think that’s what startled me so much when I came home. I felt like a soldier come home from war to see his home was no longer his.”

The woman begins to get emotional. You reach out your other hand for her to take, not knowing what else to do.

“When I saw Wanda interact with you for the first time, I felt something. It wasn’t jealousy or hatred or anything like that. It was this overwhelming warmth. Seeing her hold you as if you’d disappear, seeing her smile as big as our wedding day, it made me happy,” Natasha recounts.

Wanda sighs, “When we were in my old room at the dinner I was terrified. I thought you were going to tell me the same thing everyone else had when it came to you, but you didn’t. You held me, dried my tears, and I think things really started to fall into place for me then.”

“I met Wanda when she was technically on a job. She was leading and in charge of operations. I had seen her get angry or upset on multiple occasions, but I don’t know if I ever saw her as mad as that night. I could almost see the steam coming out of her ears when she had Pietro against the wall. As far as I knew, I was the only one who could calm her down, but then you did it like it was second nature.”

You speak quietly, “She’s always had a temper.”

You think the woman will roll her eyes, but she doesn’t, “I have and you have always been there to calm me down. I don’t know how to say this, Y/n. When I met you, you were just my little brother’s best friend, but then you became my friend and then a part of my family. You were so delicate back then, you weren’t even 18 for Christ sake.”

Natasha tries to help her wife find her bearings, “But by the time she left you were 22 and you had grown into a young woman.”

Wanda shakes her head a bit, “You had done a lot of growing, that I didn't want to see, that I was trying to ignore because I didn’t want you to think that I had intentions of taking advantage of you. I felt like at the time I was too old, you were too young, and we were too close.”

You look at her with confusion on your face. There’s only one thing that she could be talking about in your mind, but this can’t be happening.

“What are you saying Wanda?”

For the first time in the conversation her eyes meet yours. You see the fear in them, the uncertainty, the desperation. Her hand let’s go of yours and finds itself on her bouncing knee.

“I don't want to ruin this and I'm so scared of losing you, but if you would’ve died in that alley not knowing that I’m in love with you it would’ve destroyed me.”

You feel your heart beating against your chest. Your mouth opens and closes a few times as you try to find your voice. You find yourself stuttering for the first time in years, “Y-you w-what?”

Wanda stands abruptly trying to run from the conversation. This makes you panic and try to stand as well. However, you forget about your ankle and yelp at the weight you put on it.

Wanda’s arms are quick to steady you before you do anymore damage to yourself. She’s close to you and you swear you can hear her heartbeat.

“D-did you s-ay-” you give up frustrated with your reappearing stutter.

Wanda’s grip on you tightens slightly, “I’m in love with you.”

“Wanda I- you’re married,” you look back at Natasha only to find her staring at you.

She stands from her place on the couch, and closes the gap between the two of you.

“I have my own feelings for you Y/n,” Natasha is confident as she speaks.

Her assertion makes you turn red, “Y-you also?”

Natasha smiles sweetly, “Maybe not love just yet, but I could see myself falling for you.”

This situation was short-circuiting your brain, it felt like you were dreaming. This couldn’t be real. As you stood between the two woman it felt like less of a dream.

“I loved you before they sent you away,” you blurt out to your friend’s sister.

Once you start it’s like the words just pour out of your mouth, “You were way out of my league. You’re still out of my league, I mean does it get more taboo than falling for your best friend’s older sister. You’re just so easy to love, but I never thought I had a chance and then you came back with a wife; a very beautiful, very intelligent, ex-Russian spy of a wife, and I just knew I didn’t have a chance.”

“The chance is now. Admittedly, we don’t know how something like this works, but I think we can figure it out together,” Wanda levels with you.

“If you're interested,” Natasha adds on, leaving the ball in your court.

“It would’ve been nice if you guys had told me before I got a cut on my lip. I could’ve done the whole dramatic kiss to cut you off,” you tease them.

Wanda rolls her eyes, “If I could shove you and you wouldn’t fall over, I would.”

“You talk to every woman you’re in love with like that?”

Natasha chimes in, “You get used to it after awhile.”

You share a laugh and when it dies down Wanda speaks, “So we’re doing this?”

“I want to try, but I don’t want to ruin your marriage,” you speak honestly.

“You won’t,” Natasha declares with certainty.

“How do you know?”

She thinks for a moment, “The love Wanda and I have for each other is endless, I’ve never for a moment thought anything could break it up. We’re not changing the way we love each other, we’re just adding you into the already existing dynamic. Eventually it should end with the three of us loving each other endlessly. Does that make sense?”

You nod slowly, “It sounds perfect.”

Natasha places a kiss on your cheek like it’s second nature to her, “Good.”

Your ears heat at the contact and before you can respond Wanda places a light kiss at the corner of your lips.

The movement leaves you wanting more. Against better judgement you try to lean down and kiss her. You succeed in placing your lips against hers for a brief second but as you pull away you almost fall again.

Natasha is the one to steady you this time. She teases you, “Someone is eager?”

“My ankle doesn’t want me to be great.” you pout.

Natasha hesitates, but delicately she touches her lips to yours. It’s as quick as your attempt at kissing Wanda.

“Your ankle won’t stop us, bunny,” Wanda looks at you with shining eyes.

Your face heats at the nickname that’s only familiar to you in the woman’s native language. The women chuckle at the pigment of your skin.

“We’ll see who’s laughing when my lips don’t hurt and I can kiss you properly,” you try once again standing on your own.

“I’m looking forward to it,” Wanda lets her eyes fall to your lips.

You roll your eyes, “Stop teasing, and help me get ready for bed. This has simultaneously been one of the best and one of the most painful days of my life. Truly unforgettable.”

Natasha speaks first, “I’ll get some stuff ready for a shower.”

“I’ll help you to the bathroom,” Wanda finishes.

It’s an all too similar feeling as you find yourself perched on the bathroom counter with Wanda standing between your legs.

Her fingers play with the end of your shirt. She looks at you for permission and you give her a light nod.

Slowly as to not aggravate your injuries she takes your shirt off. She’s careful as she unwraps the bandages from your torso.

“You’ll need help in there,” she speaks softly as her eyes scan your body.

“I know,” the pain starts to catch up with you.

Leaning forward slightly you rest your head on her shoulder. She smells good and it calms your nerves.

Wanda can’t help herself as she speaks up, “Isn’t this a familiar scene?”

You raise your head off of her shoulder and smile, “It’s ringing a few bells.”

Natasha enters the restroom with some towels and pajamas, “I’m going to get some food going, if you guys are alright in here?”

Wanda nods, “I’ve got her, Nat.”

Natasha nods and proceeds to exit the bathroom, “Just holler if you need me.”

Wanda steps away from you to turn the shower on. She’s back in front of you in no time.

“How do you want to do this?”

You feel nerves as you speak, but you try to sound objective, “I think you should join me. Not because I want to see you, not that I don’t want to see you. Its just I can’t really stand and-”

She quiets you down by pulling her own shirt over her head. Her feet pad against the bathroom floor as she makes her way back over to you. Wanda’s hands place themselves on the top of your pants. Her movements are slow but sure as she begins to pull them down. She takes extra care when they're around your ankle.

Once they’re off she takes a step back swiftly removing her own pants. The only thing left on both of you is your underwear.

The sound of the shower rings heavily in your ears as you watch Wanda take her bra off. You can’t move even if you want to. Your eyes glance over her chest before following her hands path lower. She’s not teasing as she removes her panties.

Once again you find yourself with her standing between your legs, but this time there was significantly less fabric in the way. She reaches behind you back to place her hands on your bra clasp.

“Y/n, do you mind if-"

“Take it off,” you finish for her.

She does as you say, a shaky breath releases from her. Your bra falls off your shoulder, but you keep looking in her eyes. Her hand slides down from your back and her finger hooks around your underwear.

“Take it off,” you repeat in a hushed tone.

She follows your instructions. Her eyes snap back to yours. The two of you stare in silence. There’s an underlying tenderness to the moment.

Wanda’s hand reach for your waist, “Ready?”

You nod and she assists you off of the counter. The water hits your skin and you sigh. You enjoy the heat against your bruised skin. Wanda’s hands stay in place for a moment just keeping you steady.

It's a silent delicacy as Wanda soaps up a towel and begins to gently clean your skin. You marvel at the lightness of her touch.

She turns you around so you face her. You look down at her and can’t help but brush your nose against hers. You hear her breath hitch. Carefully you use your hand to guide her’s across your body.

Neither of you dwell as she cleans every inch of you intimately. You lean against the shower wall a bit so Wanda has room to wash herself. You take in the details of her body as she cleans herself.

She gets out first and then helps you put the pajamas laid out for you on before dressing herself.

“I love you,” you say it easily when everything is done.

Wanda places a kiss on your forehead, “I love you too.”

Wanda helps you to the kitchen table. Your eyes find Natasha moving about in the kitchen.

“Almost done, I know you’re tired lisichka. We can eat then get in the bed,” Natasha speaks to you.

“Thanks Natty,” you look at her with your hand on your chin.

“Did you re-wrap her torso detka?” Natasha asks her wife.

Wanda snaps her fingers, “I knew I forgot something.”

“Take over here, and I’ll do it?”

Wanda agrees to these terms. Natasha goes to fetch the medical wrap and quickly returns. You’re sitting down, so Natasha kneels to be level with your torso.

Carefully with tentative hands, she lifts up your shirt. Her hand finds the small of your back, to encourage you to sit straight. You follow her instructions.

“Tell me if it’s too tight, okay?”

You’re looking down into her eyes and you momentarily get lost in them. The hues of green draw you in like emeralds.

“Baby,” she says again a little more firm.

You snap out of it and nod, “I’ll tell you if it’s too tight.”

She brings the wrap around your torso multiple times, each time looking for any extensive discomfort in your expression.

When she’s done with your torso, she quickly does your ankle. Your ankle was more sensitive, so she made sure to be extra gentle.

“All set, lisichka,” the woman places a kiss on your forehead as she stands up.

“Food is ready,” Wanda announces bringing plates for the three of you to table.

At this point exhaustion was knocking at your door. You eat in comfortable silence and once you’re finished, they help you to bed.

When your head hits the pillow, you almost fall asleep instantly.

“If I didn’t want to kill him for what he did to my father, I’d kill him for this,” Wanda says to her wife.

“The men involved have been dealt with already,” Natasha relies to her Wanda.

“You work fast malyshka,” Wanda places her hands on Natasha’s hips.

Natasha looks at your sleeping figure, “I’d move at the speed of light for either of you.”

Natasha ends her statement by kissing Wanda.

“I love you,” Wanda pulls the woman closer to her.

Natasha smiles pecking the woman’s lips once more, “I love you too.”

The two of them climb into the bed, making sure to give you adequate space due to your injuries.

“Why does this already feel so natural?” Wanda questions.

Natasha answers instantly, “It’s just meant to be like this. This feels like the final piece to our little puzzle."

Wanda was more than content with that answer, closing her eyes, unable to fight rest.

Somewhat like before, but entirely different at the same time, the three women lay together.

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Feyd-Rautha x Reader x Paul Atreides dividers @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry gifs: feyd / black and white @lia-atreides | paul & feyd : @/junkfoodcinemas | paul / black and white- ? If anyone knows, please let me know so I can give credit :) Summary: As Feyd and Paul have grown accustomed to the luxuries of being Emperors. Their Empress, Y/n, tries to keep both of her husband's tempers in check, whilst preventing them from killing one another. But that has proven to be a lot easier said than done. Warnings: 18+ MDNI, dry humping, praise kink, slight!rough sex, slight!rough oral sex (f receiving), public sex, soft sex, soft!oral sex (from Paul) breeding kink Word Count: 2,9k Disclaimer: I don't own Dune or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own. Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx Remember, if you want to be tagged in any of my works, please comment on my pinned post so I can easily find your comments easily.

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Y/n sat in the council chambers with council members to discuss important matters. Y/n felt her head beginning to ache, listening to all the problems that needed attention from the Emperors and Empress. Feyd and Paul were in Arrakis monitoring spice. Y/n was just praying that the two of them were behaving themselves. She constantly had to keep their tempers in check, mostly Feyd and prevent them from raising a blade to each other’s necks. Like his father, Paul continues to be the more level-headed Emperor, but he is slowly becoming like his cousin. After all, Paul is Harkonnen, too, and both are always trying to one-up the other. But despite their child-like tantrums at times, Y/n loved her husbands dearly; being the ever-devoted and loyal wife, Y/n always ensured her husband’s needs were always tended to, and she could never turn them away. Thinking about her husbands, Y/n’s eyes closed, the ache between her legs growing. Rubbing her thighs together under the table, she turned her attention to the menants. The council dragged on, and Y/n’s boredom increased as Gurney announced the council was dismissed. Y/n hurriedly left the room and made her way to her chambers. Collapsing on the large bed, Y/n felt the cool silk sheets caress her heated skin.

Trailing her hand down her dress and spreading her legs, Y/n rolled onto her stomach, grasping a pillow and positioning it between her parted legs. Rolling her hips, a small moan left her mouth, her mind drifting to Feyd and Paul. She hated it when they were away; she missed their touch, their voice, feeling their lips on her skin. Her craving for them grew insatiable, and so did her sexual appetite for both men. Y/n gasped, her swollen pearl rubbing against the hard cushion, a broken cry muffled in the bed. Riding the pillow, her arousal seeping through her undergarments onto the silk. “Feyd”, Y/n whispered as she rolled onto her back, arching over the bed, her hand cupping her breast, moaning loudly “Paul” imagining they were both there with her. Her hips rolled faster, strings of moans leaving her open mouth.

“It seems our sweet girl is feeling neglected” Feyd’s raspy voice broke Y/n’s movements. Her eyes opened, seeing Feyd and Paul standing at the foot of the bed. Both with smirks on their faces. “We simply can’t have that; our Empress deserves our attention just as much she gives us hers”, Paul agreed, walking over to his and Feyd’s desk. Feyd crawled onto the bed, kissing Y/n’s neck; his hand gripping the pillow between her legs. His lips brushed her ear. “You close, princess, hmm? I can see how wet you are” He groaned, his hand grinding the pillow harder onto her clothed pussy, a whine leaving her lips. Feyd kissed her, swallowing her sound, his tongue swiping her bottom lip Y/n felt Paul’s hands rub her thighs and hips. Y/n reached out to touch Paul, sensing her desperation. Paul moved towards her, kissing her palm and lifting her arm. Feyd pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily as Paul kissed Y/n softly. “I’ve missed you both”, Y/n softly cried while Feyd and Paul lavished her with attention.

It was a year since Feyd, and Paul’s coronation, and a grand celebration was held as tradition. All the Great Houses gathered, bestowing gifts and good health to the Emperors Y/n smiled, watching Feyd and Paul for once wrapping their arms around one another with smiles. Seeing them happy in each other’s presence was a rarity, but they forgot all the bad blood between themselves and their families in such an event. They were untied, cousins, rulers. Y/n sipped her wine while speaking to Jessica and Irulan; feeling eyes on her, she turned her head to Feyd and Paul, motioning her over. Y/n gracefully made her way up the steps to stand between them. Paul raised his hand as the people began to quiet their attention on their Emperors and Empress.

“It is a joyous day upon us; today marks a year since my cousin Feyd-Rautha and I were honoured by our wife, Empress Y/n, to be chosen as Emperors of the Imperium. We are eternally grateful for your continued support of House Atreides and House Harkonnen. Together, the three of us will ensure the well-being of our people and those who come to us for guidance. For protection and peace. My father believed that ruling matters could be done with the heart. I always believed that more so now than ever. “ He looked at Y/n and, holding her hand and looking back at the crowd, “We are House Atreides! There is no call, and we do not answer. There is no faith we betray. ” Paul raised his glass. Everyone clapped and cheered at Paul’s words.

Feyd grinned at his younger cousin, nodding in approval Y/n leant over to Feyd, “Are you not going to speak Feyd?” The Harkonnen smirked, shaking his head. “No, I wanted Paul to speak; he’s been practising his speech for weeks. He has the makings of a great Emperor, maybe more so than I,” He whispered in her ear Y/n took in a breath and giggled at his words. “What a lovely thing to say, but you both have the makings of great Emperors. You are very different, but your ambitions and leadership aspirations are the same. You balance one another, and I couldn’t be more proud of you. Both of you” She kissed Feyd’s cheek; he looked down through his lashes, his breathing rising and falling heavily. Y/n wrapped her arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer. “And I am the one who gets to reap the rewards”, she whispered in his ear. Feyd closed his eyes, chuckling lightly, before opening them to look at his wife. His blue eyes darkened with lust. He pulled Y/n away while Paul was busy speaking to Gurney. Feyd pushed Y/n against the wall in the hallway, his hands picking the ends of her dress and his lips finding hers in a heated kiss. Both moaned into the kiss, her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Feeling his hands touch her bare skin, Feyd’s lips trailed down her neck, his teeth biting her shoulder lightly. “Feyd, please”, Y/n begged the Harkonnen, her fingers gripping his black tunic. Feyd pulled back, his blue eyes dancing over her flushed face; he smiled, leaning forward, his nose brushing hers. “My wife sounds so pretty when she begs,” he murmured, pecking her lips; his hand slapped her thigh lightly, his signal for her to part her legs. Feyd fell to his knees, placing her legs over his shoulders.

Y/n helped Feyd raise her dress to her thighs. Feyd noticed she wasn’t wearing any undergarments. Feyd gave her a mischievous look. “Must you always be such a needy temptress and go without wearing anything under your dresses?” He smirked, biting her inner thigh Y/n moaned, her head lulling back, hitting the marble wall. “I find it easier to go without, only because I have two husbands who have sexual appetites that I must attend to” She gasped, her body arching off the wall, feeling the point of Feyd’s tongue lap between her wet folds a loud moan leaving her open mouth. Feyd’s hands gripped her ass, his fingers digging into her soft skin.

Lapping between her legs like a starved man, a mix of teeth and tongue made her body shudder. “Feyd oh”, The Harkonnen growled into her pussy, his movements increasing rapidly, Y/n’s hips rolling against his face feeling her climax approaching. The mixed sounds of Y/n’s moans and Feyd’s grunts echoed in the hallway; no one was in sight, all too occupied with the celebrations inside the grand hall. Not that anyone would dare interrupt or intrude on the Emperor and Empress during their personal celebration. Feyd pulled away from Y/n’s legs, standing on his feet and pulling her in for a rough kiss, his hands moving his pants down, wrapping Y/n’s legs around his waist. Licking his lips, he breathed heavily before entering his hard cock in one thrust. Y/n let out a broken sob at the feeling; she loved the feeling of Feyd stretching her open. His thick cock hitting all her sweet spots perfectly. His fierce grunts and the sound of skin slapping skin bouncing off the marble walls sounded obscene. “Such a good little wife, letting me fuck you where anyone can see us. What did I do to deserve you?” He breathed his breath, hitting her cheek, both panting heavily.

“This time, I’m determined to fuck a child in you. You would be so beautiful, such a wonderful mother. Would you like that? Do you want me to fuck a child into you? Perhaps Paul and I should chain you to our bed so we can have you bedridden until you are with child,” He purred, his tongue lapping at her throat Y/n’s walls clenched around his cock Feyd laughed. “Please, Feyd, I want a child.” Y/n looked into his eyes, and the lust overcame with love and gentleness. Feyd gave her a beautiful smile and kissed her, his hips slamming into hers. “That’s it, sweetheart, let me take care of you. I love my wife. Love how well she takes me, love how she falls apart when she is fucked out on my cock ”, he praised, his hand pressed to the wall beside her head, his thrusts turning rougher, chasing both his and Y/n’s releases. Y/n’s heart racing from Feyd’s words and the pace of his thrusts overwhelming her senses.

Clinging to each other tightly, both of them let out a loud moan in unison, their bodies stuttering from the aftershocks of pleasure. Kissing Feyd’s lips softly, Y/n smiled, her body limp in his hold. Feyd pressed his body to hers, keeping her upright and preventing her from falling.

Pulling apart for air, the lovers stared into each other’s eyes. “It seems I missed out on the festivities”, Paul leant on the pillar with a smirk, eyeing his wife and cousin. Y/n and Feyd smiled sheepishly. Paul raised a brow. “I don’t suppose I am wrong to assume you still have enough for another round. Maybe you would like to include me this time?” He asked with a slight pout. Feyd grinned, his eyes drifting back to Y/n. “Of course, cousin.” The Harkonnen placed Y/n on her feet before holding her steady “She’s a little weak in the knees, I apologise”, Feyd chuckled as Paul playfully shoved Feyd the Harkonnen, pecking Y/n’s lips, lightly returning to the celebrations.

Entering their shared chambers, Paul closed the doors behind them, picking up Y/n in his arms and kissing her passionately. Paul laid her down on the bed, removing her dress in haste. Paul unbuttoned his tunic and threw it away onto the floor, covering Y/n’s body with his, feeling her fingers trail up his torso to his throat up into his hair. Paul smiled, his lips ghosting over hers. “When I couldn’t find you nor Feyd, I knew you both were up to no good, so look what I found. Fucking in a hall,” He teased with a laugh Y/n bit her lip. “We couldn’t help ourselves, and you were too busy speaking to Gurney; we didn’t want to interrupt”, Paul hummed in response with a nod. “How thoughtful of you both”, he kissed her, both smiling into the kiss. “That’s fine; I get to have to myself now”, he murmured, his lips moving down her body, his lips licking and biting her breasts. Y/n’s fingers tangled in the roots of Paul’s raven hair, a moan leaving his mouth, his hands holding her hips. Descending Paul’s lips made their way between Y/n’s thighs, a soft gasp left her parted lips looking down, her eyes locked with Paul’s.

A smile forming on his lips, he licked a broad stripe from her entrance to her swollen clit. Her head fell back on the pillow, and her body convulsed under the pleasure. Although she craved the roughness from Feyd and his toe-curling, body-spasming sex, she often found herself falling into Paul’s reserved nature. His gentle touch and his way of making love more so than just sex. The contrast between the two men was the perfect pairing and balance. Paul’s moans send little vibration pulses through her core, fluttering throughout Y/n’s body, making her body jolt. “Paul”, she whispered his name, her legs wrapping around his head, his hands cupping her thighs, his tongue flicking her pearl, making her cry out. Feeling the overstimulation working its way forward, Y/n wriggled under Paul’s hold, the young man growling into her pussy in warning.

His teeth grazed her clit, his mouth sucking eagerly, feeling her legs shake around his head. Y/n moaned loudly. Paul lapped her arousal greedily, relishing her taste. His eyes closed tightly, kissing her inner thighs Y/n breathed heavily, looking at her husband with hazy-lidded eyes. Paul undid his pants, crawled up her body and pumped his cock a few times, then slowly buried himself inside her wet entrance. His head fell forward, a groan leaving his plump lips, his body shaking at her walls clasping around his hard cock. “So tight and wet for me, my love. Look at you so beautiful,” Paul whispered as he moved his hips slowly, drawing out their pleasure. Y/n gazed into Paul’s blue eyes. Paul pressed his head to hers, marvelling at her beauty. A smile decorated his face. “I love you so much Y/n”, He breathed, kissing her lips gently, her heart fluttering at Paul’s words. The Atreides sensually thrust his hips, hitting her cervix deliciously, a soft whimper bubbling from her chest escaping her mouth.

Paul smiled, his wife wrapping her arm around his neck while the other intertwined her fingers with his. Paul gingerly kissed her cheek and jaw. “Paul, so good”, Y/n purred in his ear, kissing his neck. Paul groaned at the sensation. His body gave a harsh thrust, and Y/n whined underneath him. “You are doing so well for me; and you did so well for Feyd. Our precious Empress,” Paul praised her, his lips brushing hers, his tongue swiping her bottom lip Y/n gasped, her heart pounding, feeling her release wash over her like crashing waves. Paul moaned cumming inside her, coating her walls, both letting out a soft breath and giving each other a blissed smile.

Two months had passed since the Emperors’ celebrations, and Y/n walked down the hall from her recent medical visit. Looking for Feyd and Paul, a servant informed her they were in the gardens. Y/n quickened her pace, finding the gardens and seeing Feyd and Paul laughing as they played a game of chess. “Who taught you to play so well?” Feyd asked moving one of his knights Paul smirked “Duncan Idaho, I was never able to beat him in a match but I did come close a couple of times” He told his cousin Y/n approached her husbands both to involved in their game. Coming to a standstill, it was Feyd’s turn. He didn’t know what move to make; he had two options, but both resulted in losing to Paul.

The Atreides grinned as the Harkonnen mirrored his cousin’s facial expression. Y/n leant forward, making the final move for Feyd to win the game; both men looked in disbelief. Their eyes turned to the Empress, and she smirked. “You may have never bested Duncan Idaho Paul, but I did, many times” She winked, walking to the small waterfall, her fingers delicately delving into the water. The Emperors were impressed, and they turned their attention to their Empress. “How did the medical visit go? Is everything okay?” Paul asked Y/n, hummed a tune and nodded. “All is well; it is so well that I know why I have been feeling unwell. My loves, do you remember your coronation celebrations two months ago?” Feyd and Paul nodded in unison Y/n felt a smile appear on her face, placing each of her husband’s hands on her stomach.

“It seems our efforts did not go to waste, and I am with child” The Emperors’ eyes lit up with happiness, tears welling in their eyes. “Our little one, this is wonderful news, my sweet”, Paul expressed; he laughed through his smile before looking at Feyd. “Cousin, we are to be fathers. How splendid, yes?” Paul asked Feyd, who was silent; he was still processing the information and began to cry, “You are with child. My child. Ours,” He murmured Y/n nodded. “Yes, Feyd, our child. Yours, Paul’s, mine.” Feyd kissed her hand, a smile on his face.

“And they will be the most loved child in the whole of the known universe, no doubt. Our little star” He fell to his knees, kissing Y/n’s stomach. Paul cupped Y/n’s cheek and put a hand on Feyd’s back before the three hugged each other. Their heads pressed together “I love you both so much” Y/n whispered to her husbands.

“We love you too,” They replied, both of them kissing her cheeks.

sdt: @austinbutlermischief @feydsociety @austinstyles @abswifey @austinbutlerslovers @lady-phasma @dunebrat @feyd-rautha-aesthetic

dt: @alexandrainlove

#dune part two #austin butler #dune #feyd rautha #smut #request #oneshots #paul atreides #feyd rautha x reader smut #paul atreides x reader smut #timothee chalamet #feyd rautha x reader x paul atreides #missjadesfics #my fic

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What's in a passion? - Osamu Miya x Reader

requested by @notsochillnerd - tagging @emmyrosee bc she loves Osamu

Sometimes you really hate your boyfriend.

Yes, yes, he's perfect, you know, with his stupidly good-looking face and his muscular body and his kind heart and his awful talent and, even worse, his passion, that he follows, without a doubt.

It's worse with Atsumu, you think, because you don't love him nearly as much but he's the same. Talented, good-looking and so sure of himself and his passion that he didn't even go to College. Now he's playing for the Black Jackals like it's how the earth should turn.

"Baby?" Samu's voice is muffled through the bathroom door. You huff.

"Are you still alive? You've been in there for at least half an hour."

"The water's still hot," you yell back. Which isn't true. But you don't want to get out. As long as you're in the bathtub you don't have to learn. As long as you don't have to learn you don't have to think about your studies. And as long as you don't have to think about them you don't have to face the most annoying question of your life - what do you want to do?

Not in the way Samu asks you after dinner, wiggling his eyebrows as he waits for the answer.

Not in the way you ask Samu every time he comes home from work, hoping that just this once he'll not make dinner himself but run down to the fast-food joint with you.

What do you want to do with your life?

"Are you coming to bed soon?" Samu asks from the kitchen. You don't know what he did in there until now, it's spotless anyway.

"Mhm," you say noncommittally, typing another line. You still need to finish this assignment. And you should get ahead on your reading.

"It's after midnight, babe, you need some sleep."

"Yeah, sure." Wait, do you write this word like that? Does it even mean what you think? You open another browser tab and type it in, waiting for it to load only to be interrupted by warm hands grabbing your sides.

"You've got ten seconds to save everything before I carry you to the bedroom."

"Samu!" You whine, "I have to get this done."

"No, you don't. Well, not tonight at least. You still have three more days to finish this. You need your sleep."

"Well, what do you care?" You snap. Surprise flutters over Samu's face like butterfly wings.

"What do you mean, baby, you know I love you." He sounds distraught, so pathetic you could almost mistake him with his brother. And it's your fault and your fault only.

You do the only thing you can do in a situation like this. You cry.

It's not a comfortable thing, holding a conversation like this at one in the morning when even your bones are tired and your alarm is gearing up to call on you in a few hours for yet another tiring day.

But Samu firmly believes in "never going to bed angry" even more than he believes in "getting enough sleep".

Is it hard to admit that you're a little jealous of his passion? Or, not necessarily his passion, but that he has one? Yes. It makes you feel foolish, like a little kid pointing an accusing finger at a grown-up.

But it's true. And it's Samu. He doesn't snicker, he doesn't call you pathetic even though you'd deserve it. Instead, there's understanding blooming in his eyes.

"Do you still love me?" He asks. You nod and swear and promise that you've never loved him less. So he tucks you into bed like he'd been planning to for hours, presses comforting kisses over the furrow of your brows.

"We'll get through this," he promises. You fall asleep because you trust him.

Ginjima brings over his little cousin on the weekend. The girl's five and even though you resemble a mess more like a human being, Kaede's seriously convinced that you're her idol.

"Can we play doctor?" She asks, holding up a stethoscope.

"Where did you find that?" "T'was in the box." She points at a box in the cupboard she most definitely isn't supposed to go through. At least she didn't find anything dangerous.

"Of course we can. Do you want to be the doctor?"

"No," she shakes her head. "You're the doctor, I'm a nurse, like Momma. Toshi can be sick."

"Thank you," Ginjima snorts. "I always knew you cared about me."

"Can I be a patient too?" Samu asks, pressing a hand against his chest. "I think my heart is going to fast. Can you listen to it, Doctor?"

"Dork," you call him, but little Kaede nods and tells him to sit on the couch so that she can get to him better.

And it's weird, how easily you slip on the stethoscope. Maybe you've watched too much Grey's Anatomy on top of your lessons, have read too far ahead in your books but you have no problem finding the right spot, Samu's heartbeat like a symphony in your ears.

"It's cold," he hisses. You can't bring yourself to tease him.

"Is he sick?" Kaede asks, pulling you out of your reverie. You nod with your gravest face. "He's lovesick. No cure, I'm afraid."

Kaede gasps in shock, but Samu laughs, his body shaking, knocking into you.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Suna furrows his brows. "When did you ever have to ask, Samu?"

Your boyfriend smiles his most innocent smile. You fear the worst.

"Did you always want to play volleyball?"

Suna snorts. "Nah. And you know that." He must sense your confusion because he turns, golden eyes glinting with amusement. "I thought about becoming an influencer instead in my third year."

"Why didn't you?"

"Ah," he shrugs, "I didn't want something I like doing to turn into a job, you know? That would take all the enjoyment out. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate playing volleyball professionally, but I'm already thinking ahead, figuring out options for when I'm done with it. Unlike someone else..." He can't help but dig into Tsumu and the latter never backs down from a Challenge. Soon it's an all-out fight on the table and you're sitting in the middle of it.

Samu leans into you, head an your shoulder, mouth pressed against your ear.

"There are plenty of options," he reminds you softly, "You can still figure out what you want to do."

"'m not hungry," Samu declines your offer for snacks. That's worrying enough. He's resting on the Couch, a rare sight this early in the evening.

"You good?" You ask, smoothing a hand through his messy hair. He nods.

"'m fine. Just some weird stomach issue."

"Yeah? What are the symptoms?"

"They're gross, I don't wanna talk about them."

"Stinky?"

"Mhm."

"Did you drink enough?"

He nods, wraps your arms around you to pull you in. When you snuggle into his side like you always do, he's barely able not to flinch.

"What's hurting, boo?" You ask, now a little more worried.

"Just my stomach. I think you kneed me there a little."

You didn't, but he's unwilling to talk more about it.

Still, you can't help but keep an eye on him. He complains about pain in his lower back, convinced he pulled something when he lifted bags of rice earlier. You try to massage the area but he pulls away quickly, claiming it hurts to be touched, so you get him the heating pad you use for period pains.

He falls asleep soon after and you're barely able to get him up and into bed.

When you wake up at night to use the toilet and grab a drink you're surprised to find him flushed and feverish. Your little worry grows as you take his temperature, try to figure out what he could be suffering from.

It's like solving a riddle and every clue you have could mean a thousand different solutions.

It's only when he wakes up, parched and whiny, throwing up immediately after downing a glass of water, that the dots connect.

"Samu," you kneel next to him. "Where does it hurt the most?"

"Stomach."

You let your hands wander, just the gentlest touch until he hisses when you reach the area around his navel. Following a hunch you move down toward the lower right side of his abdomen and he curses loudly, telling you exactly what you didn't want to hear.

"Babe, get up, we're going to the hospital."

"What?" His eyes are blown wide. You press a soothing kiss to his lips. "I'm not a doctor but this looks a lot like appendicitis. I'd rather get it looked at right now instead of having you go through emergency surgery."

Is it difficult to get a sleepy, pained, sick man to the hospital with nothing but public transport and determination? Yes.

But it's worth it, you think when you explain the symptoms and the doctor nods with a serious expression, complimenting you for your swift course of action.

You get to hold Samu's hand through every step of the examination, press one last kiss to his lips when they prep him for surgery.

"I'm going to wait outside," you promise, "Call everyone who needs to know. In a few hours we're going to laugh about this, I promise."

He pulls you in, mouth pressed against your ear. "Nothing's going to happen to me with you at my side."

And maybe, you think as they wheel him away, as you wait for the first call to connect, you've never been on the wrong path.

You just lost a little sight of what it meant to be here.

#my writing #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #osamu miya #miya osamu #miya twins #osamu x reader #samu x reader #osamu fluff #samu fluff

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warning: fluff, gepard and reader are already in a relationship, gepard is a down bad for reader (i am not sorry)

pairing: gepard x reader; serval is also there

author’s note: i promise i’m working on requests, in the meantime take this, because wow i’m very behind on requests— (also definitely not proof read)

serval watched in amusement as gepard paced up and down in her shop. the reason for his troubles was you, poor innocent you.

the story between you and gepard was nothing short out of a book. him, the son of a noble family and you, the child of a simple shopkeeper. the two of you became friends when you were young children, and eventually started dating as teens and then stayed together through everything, even the stellaron crisis and the entire aftermath.

serval has watched this relationship grow since its first day, and has been rooting for the two of you since the beginning as well. and now here she was listening to her brother’s nervously telling her about his plan to propose to you now that everything has settled on belobog and thing were going well.

“serval, what would i even say?” he murmured as he paced. “what if they say no?”

the older landau chuckled, “you worry too much. i’m sure they won’t. they adore you.”

gepard sighed. “i know, i know. i just don’t want to get this wrong.”

“get what wrong?”

both serval and gepard jumped at the sound of your voice. how did you enter the shop with either of them noticing?

“nothing.” they replied simultaneously. you raised your eyebrows in suspicion, but dropped asking further questions. instead you walked closer and went to stand next to gepard. he looked a little nervous, which was unbefitting of him. serval meanwhile was watching him with an amused smile, which was very in character for her.

“okay… anyways, are we still going to dinner tonight?” you asked and gepard, almost automatically, nodded his head.

“yes, of course!”

“great, i’ll be ready at seven.” you got on to your tippy toes and pressed a kiss on his cheek, before leaving the shop with a wave. gepard watched you as you left and serval could see the smitten expression on her baby brother’s face. all of you had grown older and matured in your own ways, but this expression of pure unadulterated adoration was as unchanging as the ice and snow on belobog.

“geppie, you need to propose to them tonight.”

“serval-“

“don’t worry it will be fine.” and she said it with such conviction and confidence that gepard believed her if only for a moment.

later that day gepard picked you up from your home and walked you the restaurant you had a reservation at. he was the perfect gentleman throughout the night, what you didn’t know was the ring sitting idly in his pocket, making him more nervous by the second.

he was so concerned about trying to find the right moment, only for dinner to be over before you knew it. he mentally cursed himself as the two of you walked out the restaurant, if he didn’t propose now, he would never propose.

you, completely unaware of his inner turmoil, kept talking about your work and your daily life. then you heard the familiar melody of a guitar. “oh, look. serval is playing on the street. let’s go see.”

gepard could barely register your words before he was pulled along to where his sister was giving a small performance. a number of people were already crowding around her, but she easily spotted her baby brother and his partner. the two landaus locked eyes and serval gave her brother a look that said, “have you done it?” to which he shook his head with an almost ashamed expression.

it was time for plan b then, serval cut her current song short and started playing a song she knew you liked because of you visiting when she was practicing with her band. it was a bit slower than her usual work, but just perfect for this scenario

“oh, i like this song,” you said, humming along to the melody.

gepard chuckled at your adorable behaviour, “i know you do…” he locked eyes with serval again, and she nodded her head at him with a confident smile. “listen, reader, i’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

you turned your full attention to him as he took a deep breath. “we have been together for a while. i still remember when i first saw you in your parents shop as children, and now here we are, grown up and belobog is starting to rebuild itself too. what I’m trying to say is, i would like to spend the rest of my life with you, so will you do me the honour of marrying me?”

“yes, of course!” you replied without hesitation, jumping into his arms and hugging him tightly. gepard was a bit startled, and so were the people who were standing next to the two of you. after a few seconds you pulled away again, but a giddy smile remained, “i was wondering why you were so nervous the entire week. i’m glad it’s because of this and not some work related thing.”

“i’m just glad you said yes,” he said, taking your hand and slipping the ring on it. “i don’t know what i would have done if you hadn’t.”

you smiled at him, not even concerned about the expensive ring. “there is no universe in the world where i would ever say no to you, gepard.”

“noted.” he said with a flustered expression, his cheeks turning a little red.

serval watched from where she was playing her guitar with a smile. she stopped playing for a moment and shouted, “hey, congratulations you two lovebirds!”

everyone turned to look at you and gepard and you both blushed deeply in embarrassment.

as you all grow older some things may change and evolve, other things are constant, like gepard’s love for you… or serval’s teasing.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr x y/n #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr x you #gepard landau #hsr gepard #gepard x reader

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c-rose2081 · 23 hours

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Trying to scream, but what’s the use?

The Rose girls have been through a lot, but I do love some good angst.

Audrey tries to help Ariana as best she can; to set the right example and be the person in her cousins life who she herself wanted growing up. But there’s still a lot of scars she’s dealing with, both with her own family and from what happened with the scepter. It still haunts her and probably always will. Audrey’s done all she can to repent for her mistakes, building new bridges and mending her broken self with her bare hands. But how can she ever be the person her cousin needs most when she never had someone like that in her own life?

For Ariana, the wounds are still so fresh that they’re bleeding. Her parents hold her new baby brother Adonis to the sun, a god among men, casting a dark shadow across her already bruised heart and leaving her abandoned and hurting to the point of violence. She struggles with emotional regulation and crushing loneliness, pacing the lengths of the cage she’s grown up in, growing closer and closer to madness every day. She’s angry, aggressive and hateful, but also confused and scared; just a child who’s been left so far in the dark that she’s blind. Ariana can try to let people in, she can try to find the softness that is buried deep in her bettered soul, but the fear of being hurt is just too much most of the time and she refuses to open up.

Audrey tries her best to be Ariana’s support, but it’s not always successful and is sometimes to her own detriment. But she refuses to abandon her cousin who’s lost everything. Audrey won’t let what happened to her happen again…she’ll be there this time. No matter what.

#disney descendants #audrey descendants #princess ariana rose #angst #digital art #concept art #disney #character art #fanart #illustration #original character #character design #art #tw heavy topics #Spotify

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Saving a miracle is a lot and comes at a hefty price. Good thing nobody warned Mirabel ahead of time, wouldn’t want her to be able to consider what she’s doing before making rash decisions.

Vaguely inspired by @yellowcry’s Cursed Gifts AU.

Sequel to And I’m Asking “Why, Lord?”

Warning for sensitive topics below.

Time Eats All His Children in the End

Mirabel blinks, slowly coming back to it all. She’s lying on the floor of Antonio’s room, surrounded by grains of sand and burnt leaves. There is no sign of Bruno. Distantly, she can still hear the animals and Antonio playing nearby, splashing in the water. She manages to push herself up, sitting, having to balance herself with her hands.

What happened?

There is no obvious sign that anything has changed. No magic in her veins, no power at her command. Some small, naive part of her thinks it wasn’t real.

Then, her eyes drop down to herself and her stomach churns in disgust and horror. Her dress is completely shredded, hanging loose and in tatters. Her glasses have been knocked to who knows where, she can’t see them. It’s cold. She feels like a pinned butterfly, having its wings removed and its insides pulled apart. She’s on display. For something, someone not human. He has done something to her, taken something or changed something, and she has no idea what.

“Mirabel! You’re awake!” Antonio calls. She turns to find Parce pounding up towards her, the little boy riding on his back. His smile drops as he catches her. “Tío Bruno said to check on you that when you wake up… Mirabel, are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine, Antonio,” she reassures him. As scared as she is, she doesn’t want to have him feel the same. But God, her voice is rough.

He clocks his head in confusion at her. After a moment, he shares a glance with the capybara that still hasn’t moved and nods in confirmation. “You don’t look okay and Chipsi agrees.”

“I… to be honest, I wasn’t quite prepared for the vision.” She lied. Well, partially.

Antonio, too young and oblivious, takes that as the gospel truth. “Oh, okay! We never really get to talk about Bruno and I had no idea what having a vision was like! So, what was it like? What did you see? Did you see the future? Was I all grown up? Was I taller than Camilo?”

“I’m sorry, but you know we weren’t looking at your future, primito. And I can assure you, I didn’t see anything you want to see.”

“Okay,” he huffed, sounding disappointed. “Next time Tío Bruno visits, I’m gonna ask him to give me a vision. Do you want to come and play with me and my friends?”

She shakes her head, gently. “No, thank you, Antonio. I have some embroidery to finish.”

Once she’s out of Antonio’s room and with the door safely closed behind her, she doesn’t have to act like she’s fine. She feels horrible about it, but she had to lie Antonio. This is nothing for a child to know, to be part of it, but she is a child and nobody thought to spare her…

It’s too much.

She stops, catching her reflection in the photographs of the ceremonies. Everyone minus her. That hasn’t changed then. Briefly, she considers taking Bruno’s off the wall and throwing it away. But, she doesn’t. She keeps walking. At least, she takes a few more steps before collapsing to her knees. Wincing at the sting of impact against her hands as she catches herself.

Casita flickers its tiles beside her, asking if she’s alright. The answer is blatantly obvious.

She feels horrible and betrayed and used and broken and worthless and—

She wraps her arms around herself, trying to calm herself down. It’s all too much. She can’t just bottle this up as she does with everything else.

Digging her nails into her skin, she scratches. Deep. Drawing blood. She doesn’t care, she screams through it like a dying animal. She wants to tear it all off. She wants to let herself bleed to death because at least then she won’t ever know what he’s done to her. The family will still be safe, the miracle will still survive. No one will care if she doesn’t. And maybe that is what hurts the most: the reality that no one would care what has happened to her. That’s why it did happen.

From her knees, she drops to her side. Curled into a ball and facing the plain, empty wall. Blocking out whatever Casita is trying to say to her. It is only a house. If it had never cracked in the first place, if it had never made her run to get help. She never asked for this, she never wanted this. She prays for it all to go away.

Eventually, her voice cracks. Her screams break off into sobbing, wretched and pitiful.

She can’t breathe through it. She tries, quick and frantic and mad, but she isn’t getting air. It slips through her lips, just as her door slipped from her all those years ago. Just as the last shred of her hope has slipped through her fingers into a dead man’s hand. She wants to rip apart her body and clean it, cleanse it in holy water. Clear away the damage and stains of a curse she doesn’t understand.

Pedro has taken something from her, and she will never be the same again.

Taken something. Stolen everything. And she had let it happen. She had trusted Bruno and then trusted him. And poor pathetic, little Mirabel couldn’t even save herself. She had asked for a blessing, now one has cut a place inside of her, buried into her like a parasite. Eating her out from the inside and will leave her a rotting corpse for the worms must be fed.

#encanto #my writing #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #pedro madrigal #encanto au

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Bake Me Back To Eden

Chapter: II

Ao3 Version

Word Count: 1,183

Tags: Bakery AU, Modern Setting AU, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Getting Together, Getting to Know Each Other, Vessel/II/III are dating, IV doesn't know them… yet!, Trans II, Nonbinary Vessel, Genderfluid III, They/Them Pronouns for III, It/Its and They/Them Pronouns for Vessel.

Summary: II has an early appointment with a client. heads to Ivy Sprigs for his morning coffee and ham & swiss roll.

II had to go out to work earlier then usual. His client decided to book a five - six hour appointment at nine in the morning. To top it all off he had to shave the grown out scruff on his jaw, and trim his mustache this morning because it was getting in his mouth.

He made his way to ivy sprigs like he did most mornings when he made his way to work, because they took the same route. It was surprisingly hotter than it usually was in the mornings so he rolled up his sleeves and pulled up his hair in a messy bun. not caring how he looks at the moment.

once at ivy sprigs he went to open the door but it didn’t budge, odd. he decided maybe today wasn’t the day to get coffee but then he heard the jingle of the bell for the door and turned to see IV.

“was just opening up, come on in i’ll get you a ham & swiss roll” Ivy says with a soft look, looking a little longer then usual just to notice II’s more put together appearance and detailed neck tattoo. IV turns around and walks back in, he silently takes a deep breath to calm his nerves. II follows IV in, hold his bag strap a bit out of habit and to calm himself.

“you can come sit behind the counter with me, no one else is here yet. just us two” IV says with a soft grin as he prepares II ham & swiss roll, like he did every morning for the past month.

II sits down on a stool near IV, watching as he heats up one of the baked good he likes.

II looks at the ivy tattoos on IV’s wrists and forearms, “how long have you had those?” II asks while he sets down his bag and pulls out his sketchbook.

“long, long time. they where originally stick and pokes i did back in uni. then i actually got the rest done by a professional.” IV answers as he hands II the warm ham & swiss roll “i’ll get you that coffee made for you in a second” IV smiles as he starts to clean up the counter.

II takes a bite of the roll and hums “i could fit you in for a session between some clients if you’re in need of someone to do some designs for you” II offers.

IV looks over at him with a very obvious blush on his cheeks, “i need a touch up on some tattoos on my thighs, but it would be a while till i can get the money” IV thinks as he looks away and continues to clean up the counter.

“it's on the house, you already give me free coffee and baked goods” II responds as he sits up straight in a bit of a defensive stoic posture.

“I consider you a friend now, so it's the most I could do to repay you,” II says with a bit of a softer tone than usual. IV just looks at him with a completely red face and chest.

“Are you okay Ivy?” II asks worried IV would pass out.

“im.. im fine, just a bit flustered by-“ was cut off by a whistle “wow Ivy wasn’t expecting you to have a snack this early in the morning” evaline giggles as she walks into the front, she looks II up and down “your that tattoo artist that works up the street, right?”

IV groans “Lii this is Evaline but i don't think she needs any introduction” he grumbles in an annoyed tone as he motions to her.

“I like to make myself known,” Evaline smirks, “get your man his coffee, he has work today” she commands as she slaps IV on the rear and makes him squeak.

II chuckles and covers his mouth “sorry that is just, very funny. it’s understandable now why my partners think you are such a peach” II smiles with so much passion that makes his crows feet really shine.

IV flusters “im going to go make that coffee for you” he says as he walks off.

evaline snorts “im going to kill that man if he doesn’t get hitched soon” she says through gritted teeth as she puts her hands on her hips. “believe me i'm trying” II mutters.

Evaline and II just make eye contact and then act like neither of them ever said that.

A few moments later IV walks back in with II’s coffee in hand. “So what time is your first?” he asks as he sits on the counter and looks at II. “Nine because this lady is insane” II say before taking a sip of his coffee, “i hate mornings” II grumbles.

Ivy just looks at him softly “I'll keep that in mind, next time you have an early one just text me so I have it all setup for you” IV offers. ii’s eyes flick to his as he thinks for a second, “i don't have your number?” II say simply.

“well i can give it to you, yah goof” IV chuckles and puts his hand out for II’s. II looks confused for a second before he understands and gives IV his palm. “you can call me or text me anytime you need m- anything from the bakery” IV says as he internally cringes at the slip up.

II doesn’t notice the slightest slip up and watches as IV writes his number on II’s palm. the wet ink drying quickly on his skin, the warmth of IV’s hand on his. it makes II sweat.

II’s head was now on a heywire, it couldn’t shut up about IV, he hasn’t felt like this since his first girlfriend in highschool.

II looks at IV, his eyes scanning over IV’s face wondering if he felt the same. it felt so clique but it was all true, he felt like he was falling head over heels.

IV and II stare at each other in the eyes for a while, slowly leaning closer and closer unknowingly.

“eh hem” Erie coughs as her and Evaline stand in the doorway, “works about to start up, we have a couple people outside.”

Ivy looks at the two and then back at II “i have to get to work, and i bet you do as well” Ivy holds Lii’s hand and kisses the back of his hand. “I'll see you tomorrow,” Ivy says before walking off.

II sits there and tries to collect his thoughts, mulling over what just happened as he holds his to go coffee in one hand as the other is still where IV let go of it.

Once II zones back in he starts to pack his stuff up, taking a bite of his roll as he focuses on getting out of the cafe as his face gradually redens.

He runs out of the bakery with a roll stuffed in his mouth, his coffee in hand, and his other hand clutching the strap of his bag for dear life.

‘The Angels’ Group-Chat

Lii: hey, days all weird today. im on my way to work now. Text me if you need anything. Thea: hello honey, on your way home pick up some ice cream, poor Vess is all sad today. Verna: IM IN LOVE AND I CANT HAVE BOTH MY BABIES WITH ME TO COMFORT ME THROUGH THIS!! :::(

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