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sunniskyies · 16 days

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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞 || 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Here !! ��𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: More than a year after your unexplained disappearance, Percy finds you again on a rainy Christmas night. 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: book!Percy Jackson x Calliope!fem!reader 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of grief? 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: Fluff, Reunion trope, kind of established relationship 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.2k 𝐀/𝐍: IT’S BEEN OVER THREE MONTHS SINCE I GOT THIS REQUEST I'M SORRY— SCHOOL. I’ve ended up changing this rec quite a bit, but I hope those reading still enjoy it <3

It’s not that Percy didn’t like the rain, it’s just there was so much of it. Fat droplets hung from his skin and hair, Manhattan lighting him up like a disco ball. His jacket and shirt were saturated, and his fingers were so frigid they struggled to remain clutched around his skateboard and the brown paper bag. Percy Jackson, Son of the Sea God, thwarted by winter weather.

He should have been back at home half an hour ago, well before the Christmas rain had come. But his route home from the skate shop passed by a bakery, and the smell of fresh madeleines had stopped him in his tracks. A ripple of emotion sank through his body at the familiar scent, one he hadn’t smelt in well over a year. His neighbourhood didn’t have any proper pâtisseries, so he’d never had to smell the baked good, as they were never made. This batch must be some kind of Christmas special.

He slowly turned to look in the window, the warm light cutting through the twilight and sinking into his tan skin. He took a deep breath and pushed inside to the toasty interior.

The bakery was contentedly full; a mother grinning as her two young children excitedly pointed at items in the cabinet, a businessman buying holiday treats for his family, two teenage girls hip-to-hip sipping hot cocoas and kissing chocolate mustaches off eachother. Percy’s green gaze drifted behind the counter where a young baker held a tray of sugar-encrusted madeleines.

The picture of a girl his age slipped uninvited into his mind, as the memories always did. She was curled up in a nest of duvet and quilt, nibbling a madeleine with a book propped up on her knees. Percy’s nose was buried in the hair around her neck, reading lazily over her shoulder with sleep-heavy eyes.

“They’re the best! They’re hand-sized and not messy, so you can eat them while reading!” The sweet-toothed girl had told him once. Ever since then, Percy had made the effort to ask for the little cakes from the camp kitchen and sneak the contraband back to her. He was rewarded with kisses that tasted like brown sugar and lemon, and gooey eyes that left the pages for a moment.

The haze of remembrance cleared, and Percy Jackson was standing in a hole-in-the-wall Manhattan bakery once more. The room was oven-warmed, but he now was cold from the inside out, a hunger that couldn’t be satiated even if he ate every baked treat in the shop.

The mother and her sons passed by him, their laughs disappearing back into the evening, the open door cooling the space a fraction. Percy took another steadying breath and approached the counter.

“Four madeleines, please.” For old-time’s sake.

The detour had cost him his dry clothes. The rain had started coming down pretty much as soon as he left the bakery, and here he was, soaked and clutching a brown paper bag of sponge cakes he wasn’t even sure he would be able to choke down.

He held the parcel beneath his damp jacket, not wanting to lose the precious smell. Most shops in this neighbourhood had shut for Christmas, so he was surprised when he turned a corner to find the dark street bearing a pool of warm light.

The light belonged to an old, second-hand bookstore. He’d never seen it here before. Similarly to the bakery, its glow was enticing. Percy’s jaw clenched, and he looked up to the sky, thinking. The raindrops seemed fatter still. He was almost home, but this weather was miserable. Surely he could step inside for a moment, dry off and then walk the rest of the way? Something about the shop was drawing him in inexplicably.

He really hoped this shop wasn’t a trap, and that he’d just simply never noticed it before. He didn’t feel like fending of monsters tonight, but his fingers still danced over his pocket where Riptide was nestled as he jogged up the door and walked through the door with a cheery ‘ting’ of the bell.

It smelled like old paper and that scent you find when you press your face into a woollen garment and inhale. Like home and libraries and textbooks. The air was chilly, only a rattling little heater sat in the corner trying to warm the space. A space that seemed… bigger on the inside than it had from the street. Percy drifted over to one of the towering shelves, lined with old tomes. His dark eyebrows furrowed as he ran a calloused finger along a bevelled spine. It read:

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬; 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡; 𝐀 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Except the title was written in Ancient Greek.

Percy could read it fine, the question was what was it doing here? As he looked at the rest of the shelf, he realised every single one was written in Greek. They had classics like Homer, but also creative pieces and essays and thesis’ and novels. It was identical to a normal indie bookstore, just in Ancient Greek.

Percy was so absorbed in examining the spines that he didn’t notice someone coming up beside him.

“How can I help you?” A girl's voice spoke. “Oo! Are those madeleines? I adore madeleines!” Percy jumped and whipped around to see a young girl with a sparkly smile and warm, sugary eyes. When their eyes met, however, both faces slackened. Who recognised who first one couldn’t say, but both felt that familiar ache erupt alongside a chariot-full of unidentifiable feelings.

Her hair was different, and she wasn’t wearing that too-big orange shirt, but he’d recognise that girl anywhere. In a heartbeat. For the rest of time. Undoubtably, wholly, you.

You.

A squeak slipped from your lips, your e/c eyes as wide as the moon. Distantly, Percy heard the thud as the skateboard and paper bag slipped from his hand, but all he could comprehend was the sight of you standing in front of him. For the first time in his life, it felt like his ADHD brain shut off, everything around him dimming into a blurry vignette, your face in stark clarity. You were saying something, he knew that. Your lips were moving fast, eyes flickering. An explanation, maybe. An apology for running away without a word. But Percy couldn’t care less at that moment, only thinking about how you’re alive, you’re alive, you're alive.

He could feel his feet taking him closer to you, and yours carrying you backwards.

“Please, Percy! Say something!” He heard you plead, your fingers twisted together painfully. “I’m sorry I did it, but you understand right? You have to un—”

Rain-cooled fingers slipped amongst your hair, flushed lips crashing into yours. One arm cradled the small of your back, battle-strong and intent on holding you close to him.

Explanations can wait. Apologies can wait, the arguments can wait. All that mattered was that the ache was over, Percy thought giddily. That grief that had stained every inch of him was washed off with one glance of you.

Even without the madeleines, you still taste sweet. Like citrus and sugar. Your skin smelt like parchment and enchanted Greek ink, a scent lingering from hours pouring over a typewriter. His face pressed so close into yours, he could almost smell every word you had written.

What were you thinking? Is this okay? His heart was pounding so loudly he was sure you could feel it, but your arms were around his neck and your breath was pooling together, damp clothes pressed against dry. Twin flames flickering together.

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jadedxhearts · 3 months

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𝐁𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐢

You wear a new bikini with the intention of teasing Law with it. Only, your plan backfires on you.

Warnings: nsft, afab reader (no pronouns but Law does say “my girl”)

Originally posted on April 21st, 2023

repost from my main @jadedrrose as a part of my most popular fics event.

You’d practically doomed yourself from the very start of your evening out.

The crew was having a night out at some island, and truthfully you’d completely forgotten the reason why. It wasn’t anyone’s birthday, and there weren’t any holidays that you could think of. But, nevertheless you were excited for the excuse to dress up.

It was very hot and humid on the island you’d be spending your evening at; and even with the sun fading away, the heat just never left the air. You also knew it was a beach town, meaning just about everything was on the front of the island, bars and such all incredibly close to the water, some even built on the water. So, with this knowledge combined you decided on an outfit that would work best.

The base of it was a bikini. It was vibrant, your favorite color in a bright shade with a hibiscus floral pattern in white, littered across both the top and bottoms. It was also rather flimsy and small. The top was a basic triangle cup bikini shape that was held together by two string ties; one behind your neck and the other in your mid back area. The bottoms were similar, only the strings were more high-waisted and tied in little bows at your hips. The set was skimpy and daring, hardly hiding anything from wandering eyes. But it was an easy fix. You grabbed a pair of denim shorts and pulled them over the bikini, only leaving out the strings as the bows would get in the way. So while your ass was covered now, one could only imagine how the outfit looked underneath…

You slipped on a thin floral print open front shirt to cover up a bit more, then grabbed your favorite pair of sandals and sunglasses to complete the look. You reviewed the look over in your mirror, before deciding everything was set in place and you were ready to go.

When you emerged from the stairs of the submarine, it became evident that you were the last one to be ready. Some of the crew had stayed back to wait on you, but most had already departed for the island.

Law stood at the front of the group, wearing white shorts and similarly to you, an open front shirt with a pattern on it. He looked at you suspiciously, raising an eyebrow and scanning the outfit you wore. He only let out a light huff and didn’t say a word, though. Once you reached his side, he seemed flustered as he slipped your hand into his and muttered, “took ya long enough…”

You looked up to gaze at his face, playfully smiling. There was a hint of blush dusted across his cheeks. But, you decided not to embarrass him over it. “I wanted to look cute… for you,” you replied to him, leaning up to place a little kiss on his flushed cheek.

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In the time that you’d spent pretty much partying in the beach town, you’d abandoned the shirt due to the heat. And now, since you were on the beach, you figured it would be fine to remove your shorts. Everyone else was in their swimwear, after all. It’s not like you’d stand out too much.

So you stood up from your seat in Law’s lap, stretching out your limbs before unbuttoning the shorts and moving your hands to slip them down your frame.

You’d only gotten them slipped just under your bottom when you were suddenly stopped.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Letting your hands and shorts freeze in the position they were in before you’d been stopped, you turned your head back to look at Law.

“Taking off my shorts so I can get in the water?”

It was only then you noticed you’d barely stepped a foot away from Law, so you were pretty much directly on display for him.

“Y/n… don’t you know what your bikini looks like?”

“Yeah, why?” You asked, trying to play along with him; pretending to be oblivious.

“I can see all of your ass, you’re practically wearing a thong.” He remarked, arms crossed as he frowned.

“Do you like it?” You teasingly asked, smirking down at him.

“Wh-? Yeah… but, I don’t want some creep looking at my girl’s ass.” He pouted, the same blush from earlier dusting across his face.

You giggled, deciding to let the shorts fall to the sand beneath your feet. “Fine then. You can come with me and cover my ass.”

“I can’t get in ocean water, y/n.”

Rolling your eyes, you decided to just return to his lap, only this time facing him. “Fine, fine. Honestly I just wore it to tease you… I didn’t really plan on letting anyone else see it anyway.”

“Then why did you-“

“To tease you,” you repeated, wrapping your arms around his neck and shimmying further into his lap.

Law sighed, placing one of his tattooed hands on your lower back. “And did you plan on paying for it, too?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t think you can just tease me and get away with no punishment,” he muttered into your ear, placing a small kiss on the skin of your neck.

Feeling more daring, you decided to just dig your own grave now. With a sultry grin, you moved to kiss Law, removing one arm from his neck and placing your hand against his face, holding him as your lips connected.

Law seemed to tense up, probably because of the rather intimate display of affection you two were showing in public, but he moved his free hand to grab your bare thigh, squeezing the soft skin in his grasp.

He briefly pulled away, but only far away enough to get some air. His breath came out hot as he panted against your wet lips, your mixed saliva still connecting you both together.

Just before Law could kiss you again, you subtly began to rock your hips, grinding your lower region against him. A breathy grunt escaped Law’s lips, his body tensing up even more as he hardened his grip on your back and thigh.

“Shit… you’re just asking for it now, hm?”

You decided then to reconnect your lips, giving hot, wet opened mouth kisses against his own lips. You pushed your hips down harder, whining at the friction of your just barely covered cunt against his hardening length.

Though your reply was late, you did so anyway, “mhm… please take me back home… punish me for being a whore, Law.”

Not wasting anymore time, Law practically shoved you off of him and slid your shorts back up, tossing your sandals and shirt at you before grabbing the towel you’d been laying on and taking your hand to lead you back to the sub.

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As soon as you were back in your bedroom with the door locked behind you, Law jumped at you, grabbing your body and biting at the tender skin of your neck, sucking it between his teeth to mark you.

You let out a high-pitched cry, tilting your head back to give him more access. His lips were still wet, and as he dragged them across your skin, your neck became slick with his spit. The sensations felt so intoxicating; the slight pain of his bite before the feeling of his lips sucking you in, the hair of his goatee pleasantly scratching your skin.

“Law,” you quietly whined, legs shaking with need as you tried squeezing your thighs together, desperate to be touched. But his lips didn’t leave your throat.

“Law, please,” you pleaded, fisting his shirt into your palms. “I need you so bad…”

Finally, his attack on your neck ended and you watched with hazy eyes as Law looked down at your needy body with lust evident in his eyes, along with a mischievous look that meant you were really in for it this time.

Just before you could open your mouth to beg for him again, Law pushed you down onto the bed, grabbing at the fabric of the bikini top between your breasts, ripping the entire thing off of you.

He quickly tossed the garment away, wasting no time to put his tattooed hands on your chest, groping and massaging the plushy mounds. Another whine left your lips as his palms brushed against your nipples, and you leaned your back up into his touch.

“God, you’re so needy,” Law shook his head, removing his hands and watching with amusement as you cried from the loss of his touch.

Then he was grabbing your waist, fingers digging into your skin as he harshly flipped you over to lay on your tummy, one hand landing on your ass to hold you in place as the other delivered a teasing smack to your skin that poked out from underneath your ridden up shorts, which were removed from your body only a moment later.

Law didn’t even try to be gentle as he forced the denim off of you, throwing it away to free his hands. His palms were on your skin again, squeezing the fat of your bottom as he looked over what was left of your bikini.

The bottoms didn’t cover your ass at all, so when he spanked you again, the contact was directly on your skin this time with a loud slap.

“You bought this thing knowing it’d piss me off, didn’t you?”

You tried shrugging but that was difficult with your current position. “I knew you’d like it on me… but not in public.”

“Exactly,” he hissed, smacking you again. “You’re such a brat, y/n.”

Letting go of your bottom, Law hastily untied the bows from your hips and pulled the rest of your bikini off. Once that too was tossed away, he freed himself from the restraint of his shorts. You continued to whine, voice louder now as he rubbed his cock against your skin, spitting down at it to get it wet.

“Law, please!” You begged, “I need to feel you in me… I don’t care what else you do, just stuff me!”

“Don’t care what else?” He echoed your words, lining the tip of his member up with your soaked cunt. “This is a punishment, don’t forget. How about you don’t get to cum until I say so?”

You whined, clearly not liking that idea; but you had no say in whether or not Law would do it.

You felt one of Law’s hands slip into your hair, grabbing fistfuls of it before pulling on it and finally sliding into your throbbing pussy at the same time. Already it was hard to not cum from that alone, and all you could do was moan and scream in frustration as you tried to hold your orgasm back.

Law’s pace was ruthless and hard, not giving you any time to adjust to the stretch from his cock as he repeatedly slammed himself into you, getting lost in the feeling of your warm walls fluttering around him as you tried fitting him in.

Already, your cunt was flooding with juices and that only created more opportunity for Law to fuck you faster, hitting into you more forceful than before; lewd squelching noises accompanied by the slapping of skin echoing throughout the bedroom.

You moaned and grasped desperately at the sheets underneath you, letting your entire body rock back and forth from the motion of Law’s hard thrusts. “ah-ahh. Law!

“Law! I can’t hold it in anymore,” you cried and begged, letting his name fall from your lips a few more times. “L-Law! Please, I need to cum, Law! I can’t take it!”

You listened for his approval but all you got were grunts and loud pants from behind you, Law not giving you any mercy as he kept up with the abuse on your cunt.

“Law! I- I can’t- Law,” you screamed, clenching hard onto his cock in an attempt to stop yourself from cumming.

“I don’t give a damn anymore,” he groaned. “Just cum, baby… cum on my cock.”

With his approval, you finally let yourself go and moaned loudly into the mattress as you came; creaming on Law, leaving a white ring of your cum around his cock.

And Law wasn’t far behind, he continued to fuck you, slam his cock into your spasming pussy for just another moment before tightening his grip on your hips, thrusts becoming sloppy as he let himself start cumming.

He let out a flustered moan as his hot seed began spilling into you, but he quickly pulled away and let the rest of his cum spill onto your back, leaving a warm sticky mess on your skin.

You both panted heavily, catching your breath and calming down from the intense punishment you’d just endured. After a moment, you felt his mess being wiped off of you, Law gently cleaning you off before turning you on your back so he could look at your face.

His soft hand cupped your cheek and a kiss was placed on your lips. “You okay, y/n-ya?”

You nodded, blinking away the tears from your eyes. Another kiss against your lips, and you wrapped your arms around Law once again.

Lifting you up into his hold, Law decided you deserved a relaxing warm bath after what he’d put you through. He carried you to the bathroom, kissing your shoulder and whispering quiet “I love you”s to you the whole way.

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katareyoudrilling · 2 months

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The Sweepstakes: Dave York Epilogue (Porn Star AU)

Series: The Sweepstakes

Pairing: Porn Star Dave York x Female Reader

Summary: You learned a lot about yourself during your night with Dave York. What’s next?

Word count: ~1.5k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: kink club, bondage demonstration, a touch of voyeurism I guess

A/N: Thank you for all your support of porn star Dave York. He really is something special. I hope you like what I’ve imagined here! This follows The Sweepstakes: Dave York so read that first!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!

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You smooth down your dress with damp palms as you approach the building front of you. A simple sign hangs over the entrance. You’d never have looked twice at this place if you hadn’t been told to come here. You’ve never been to a kink club before.

Dave had brought it up as you lounged on the bed in the filming room, sharing some snacks he had found in the kitchen, while you recovered from your latest round.

You learned a lot from Dave that night. He talked you through several scenarios before giving some of them a try.

When he mentioned the member-only club, he explained how important it is to be with a partner who knows what they’re doing when it comes to kink and how the club could be a place to meet similarly minded people. He told you that he would be here tonight in his regular booth.

He said he would add you to the guest list.

You push open the door and find yourself in a small vestibule facing a friendly woman at a hostess stand.

“Hi, I’m.. uhh.. I should be on the guest list.”

She finds your name and opens the door behind her.

You thank her and step into the room. It doesn’t look much different than other clubs. The bar sits along the back wall, back-lit liquor bottles rising above it on shelves up to the ceiling. Tables fill the middle of the room, with U-shaped booths lining the walls. The moody lighting and low thumping music add to the standard bar aesthetic.

There’s a stage at the other end of the room, where you might expect to see a band set-up to play. Instead, you watch as two women step onto it to a smattering of applause. One is dressed in tall boots, a tiny skirt, and a bustier top, the other is in a silk robe. Once on stage, she lets the robe fall to the ground revealing only a thong underneath.

Many of the patrons adjust in their seats to give the women their attention. No one jeers or makes lewd comments. They are respectful, almost reverent. You watch with bated breath as the nearly naked woman lifts her arms over her head for the other to secure her wrists to a chain hanging from the ceiling.

Adrenaline surges through your body at the sight of such sexual freedom. You’ve never seen anything like this.

You have to drag your eyes away from what’s happening on the stage to look for Dave.

You spot him across the room in a booth, right where he said he would be, wearing his signature all black outfit. This time it’s a black button down with the cuffs rolled up to reveal his chiseled forearms. Gorgeous. He sips a glass of caramel colored liquor as he watches the stage intently. His dark, piercing gaze taking in every detail of what’s happening.

You make your way over, summoning all the courage you have, to interrupt his focus. Even though you spent an incredible night together, he is still intimidating.

He must sense your approach though and turns to you before you can say his name, a genuine smile lighting up his face.

“You came!”

“Thanks for inviting me.” You offer a shaky smile in return.

“Here. Sit. You’re just in time for the demonstration.” He makes room for you next to him in the booth and waves down a server to take your drink order.

Your gaze travels back to the stage, now conveniently in front of you. The nearly naked woman sways from the chain from the ceiling. Her feet touch the ground, but she doesn’t seem to want to use her legs to hold herself up. Her dark hair falls in waves around her shoulders and breasts as her head lolls to one side.

The other woman has a length of red rope that she has wrapped and tied around the other woman’s waist. You watch, entranced, as she knots the rope and wraps it around her body forming intricate patterns.

“Have you ever seen shibari before?” Dave interrupts your focused observation.

You clear your throat and find your voice. “The word sounds a little familiar, but no, I haven’t.”

“It’s mesmerizing, isn’t it? See how she allows herself to be moved and tied? She can just trust and relax into it, like she’s in a trance,” he murmurs into your ear, and you allow yourself to imagine what it would feel like to be the woman up on that stage. You think you’d like it.

“Who are they?”

“The one tying is Nina. She teaches shibari workshops here, among other things. The other is Carol, my wife.”

You turn to him in surprise. “You’re married?”

He smiles and nods. “We have an open relationship. With my job, that comes with the territory. But also, outside of that, we can date other people, just not get emotionally involved. She is my person.” Dave watches his wife on stage again and you can see it in his eyes—the love he has for her. It makes you feel warm inside.

So many possibilities have opened to you now that you’re learning where you look for them. There are partners willing to experiment with you. There are people in the types of relationships you’ve only dared to imagine in your most private thoughts.

The ropes cross Carol’s torso now, framing her breasts, digging into the soft flesh at her sides. They circle her ass and thighs, wrapping down around her legs in intricate twists and loops. You notice how her nipples pebble when the other woman whispers in her ear and moves her with the ropes. Your own nipples seem to be responding the same way and wetness grows between your legs.

You take a deep gulp of your drink to cool down.

“It’s turning you on, watching them.” Dave leans close to you to speak quietly in your ear, one arm stretched behind you on the back of the booth, breath ghosting across your cheek. “That’s good. It’s supposed to.”

His deep voice in your ear takes you right back to the night you spent with him, and your body responds accordingly. Your breath hitches as Dave drags his fingers up your bare arm, goosebumps rising in their wake.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “I would play with you again anytime, you know, but I think there are others here who would like to too, and it would be selfish of me to keep you all to myself.”

You look at Dave in surprise, shivers running down your spine at his words. He nods towards the tables in the middle of the room. You follow his gaze to find a handsome man looking right at you. He raises his glass and winks.

“He’s a good guy. I think you’d like him.”

Applause erupts from the crowd as the women on stage finish their demonstration. Nina spins Carol around showing off all her handiwork before taking a quick bow and releasing Carol’s wrists. You take a moment to gather yourself as you clap along. Dave pulls back from you slightly to give an appreciative whistle.

He turns back to you and holds your gaze. “If you are ok here, I’m going to go take my wife to a private room and let him,” he cocks his head towards the tables, “come over and talk to you. Is that ok with you?”

You nod. Your heart flutters with excitement and possibility. This place could be exactly what you need, and you think you’re ready to find out.

“Words, remember?”

“Yes. That’s ok.” Your words come out confidently despite your fizzing nerves and Dave smiles.

“Everyone knows me here, so if you need me, just ask.” Dave places a kiss on your cheek before making his way out of the booth. “Have fun, beautiful.”

You take another bracing drink and watch Dave make his way over to Carol, passing by the man at the table and patting him on the shoulder as he goes.

Carol’s arms have been let down, but her body is still tied up. Dave pulls her to him by the knot at her sternum. You know he’s speaking to her in that deep, gravelly voice, telling her exactly what he wants to do to her. It’s so fucking hot. You watch as they make their way off the stage and down a hallway to the side you hadn’t noticed before.

As they disappear from view, a man clears his throat at your side.

“Can I join you?” he gestures to the seat across from you. It’s the man Dave had pointed out to you.

You nod, but then remember Dave’s instruction to use words. “Uhh… sure.. yes,” you stammer.

He takes his seat and smiles at you. You’re immediately taken in by the crinkles that form at the corners of his warm, brown eyes. You feel yourself relax and return his smile.

“Is it your first time here? I don’t think I’ve seen you around. I’m….”

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A/N: Who do you want it to be??? I considered many options but couldn’t decide. So, I’ve left it up to you! Don’t be mad lol

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luveline · 1 year

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wait hear me out.. bodyguard!sirius au 🫣

for you my love (new au let’s goooo) | fem!reader ♥︎ 1.2k

Sirius Black is possibly the worst person in the world they could've chosen to assign as your bodyguard. He's an excellent bodyguard, has proven this swiftly and with finesse on two separate occasions, and still, you struggle to settle under his watch.

He's terrifying. Not because he's a bodyguard, though the lean muscle of his naked arms is intimidating, and he's very tall, but because he's beautiful. Silken black hair that he keeps tied up in a small half-bun behind his neck frames an angular face. He has dark, sweet eyelashes that point straight, and similarly dark brows that seem permanently arched in bemusement.

You feel on pins under his gaze at all times, desperate for him to think the same. Desperate to be beautiful in that same effortless manner.

"Relax," he chides, a hand curled firmly over your bare shoulder.

You don't deny you're tense. He should know by now that you're more often than not in a panic, like your body's made up of frayed nerves.

"Can't we go home?" you ask.

"Afraid not, sweetness."

You watch your mother move across the stage where she's hosting and sigh. "I hate politics."

He laughs. "No, you hate your mother. Politics are important."

"My mother's politics have never once been important," you say. "She should campaign against things that are actually important. Like rising austerity, or the mistreatment of homeless people."

"Now, don't say that," he drawls, his breath warm against your ear. "Think of all those poor pigeons she's saving tonight."

"It's absurd."

Sirius hums. "While I don't think your mother's on the wrong side of things, I agree that her campaign is ridiculous. Every new ordinance puts you at risk."

Your mother's political career is a drop in the ocean, but a couple of months ago she'd managed to draw the attention of one alt-right group in particular. A letter threatening your life had arrived in the mail, and Sirius has been by your side pretty much ever since. You do wish, selfishly, that she would stop this. You're an adult, and you've less privacy than a child now that you're constantly supervised.

"Sometimes, I think she loves pigeons more than me," you mumble.

Sirius laughs, delighted by your joke, and pats your shoulder. His hand burns your skin, you swear. You're gonna look down and see his handprint branded into you.

"You're much prettier than a pigeon, doll. I'd choose you."

Why is his hand on your shoulder? You can't remember. He'd been moving you out of the way, maybe, and forgotten to take it back. You hate that he's touching you, worried he can feel the capering beat of your heart, but you prefer him behind you than in front. He can't see your face, you can't see his.

Like he can read your mind and he hates you, he turns you to face him.

"Shall we go outside for a bit?" he asks.

You blink. Sirius doesn't usually ask you if you want to do things. He may work for your mother but you're still the boss (kind of). He tries to let you do whatever it is you want to do.

"Okay," you say.

He leads you out to the patio with a hand just barely touching your back. Outside, the summer night air is warm, and the sky is a wash of pinks and yellow. It's oddly quiet.

You creep curiously to the stone railing and look down over a perfectly manicured garden, hedges shaped like flamingos and a mosaic veranda surrounding the centrepiece, a marble fountain in the shape of a baby. Rich people spend their money on the damndest things.

"I was hoping you'd feel more comfortable out here."

You sigh as he comes to stand beside you. No hopes of that when he's near.

"But you're tense everywhere we go," he adds.

"'M just tired," you say.

"Are you?" He leans against the railing on his elbows and doesn't look at you. Sirius takes such big gaps between speaking that sometimes you assume he's done. "I have a theory."

You stretch your hands out over the railing, more than enough space between you both. The stone is like pumice, gritty and pocked full of holes. It scratches your palms.

"I think," —he turns his face to yours, expression disarmingly impassive— "I make you nervous."

You think?

You catch your own smile too late. Sirius sees it too, and his eyes crease as he squints at you mildly. His eyelashes, those dark thickets, meet in the corners. You stare at them, your gaze skipping over his light irises, his unusually large pupils.

He looks rather cat-like.

"I do," he says.

"I– Yeah. Yeah, you make me nervous. Your presence is a reminder, you know, that I'm not safe."

"Ah, but that's not true. You're very safe with me, pretty girl. Haven't I proved that already?" He smirks at you. "No, you're nervous, and it isn't because of my job."

Sirius moves almost lazily. His head tips to one side, a short curl fluttering against his cheek.

"So what is it?"

How do you explain it? He's gorgeous, and his good looks paired with his smooth demeanour leaves you off kilter. You don't mean to be so weird, but your lips move of their own accord.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" you ask him, insecurity much too obvious in your tone.

The smugness he'd been entertaining drains. He stands a little straighter.

"Sorry," you say, cringing. "You don't have to answer, I know it's a loaded question. Uh, I think that's why you make me so nervous, is all. You're really handsome, and I've never been anything special, mum always says it’s a shame they haven’t found a more natural alternative to plastic surgery–“

“What?”

You snap out of your tangent, flushed with heat. “Sorry.”

“Your mum thinks you need plastic surgery?”

“No, but. You know, we’re on TV sometimes, she wants us to look perfect.”

“You are perfect.”

You shrink at his sharp tone, but you realise that it isn’t you he’s directing his anger at. It takes a moment for his statement to sink in, and when it does, you can’t not smile. You cover your mouth to hide it unconsciously.

Sirius doesn’t back down from his declaration, though the anger melts from his expression, leaving behind a chest-pounding earnestness.

“Yes, I think you’re pretty. If that’s what you’re worried about, please. Don’t be.”

Speechless, you nod jerkily, as if a puppeteer controls your movements. Applause sounds loudly from the open patio doors, and Sirius straightens up fully.

“Best go back in, angel. She’ll want pictures.”

Again, you can’t find the words to answer him. His anger at the idea that someone might find you unattractive sloshes around in your head. You're surprised you don’t tip over. Luckily, you have a guiding hand on your shoulder to lead you back inside.

“Perfect pictures,” he says quietly.

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girlwiththepapatattoo · 2 months

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A Bit of Aid

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Pairing: Halsin/Female Reader

Warnings: smut, masturbation, vaginal fingering, praise, bad puns, Astarion being a little shit

Summary: A friend offers you some help.

Notes: This is going to be a PROPER ONE SHOT. (I'm telling this mostly to myself. *wags finger at my own brain*)

Anyway, I've had this mental image in my head for like two weeks and had to get it out. I hope you enjoy <3

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You lean back against the tree, your face scrunched in frustration. The cool night breeze brushes over the beads of sweat at your hairline, on your neck, making you shiver softly. You pull your hand out of your pants, wiping your fingers in the grass and muttering a very heartfelt, “Fuck,” under your breath.

It’s been a week and a half since you escaped the nautoloid, waking up with an unwanted passenger behind your eye.

A week and half, and you’ve built up a group of similarly afflicted people, and a druid you saved from a goblin camp.

A group of very attractive people.

Now, you were far from a prude, but being surrounded by some of the most attractive people you’ve ever seen in your life is intimidating. Especially when you’ve always felt yourself as being painfully middle-of-the-road.

And being surrounded by the most attractive people you’ve ever seen in your life is making your active libido scream at you.

Back home in Baldur’s Gate, before you were snatched up into literal hell, you’d always get yourself off at the very least a few times a week. It was good for your mood and body alike.

But that was when you were in the quiet safety of your own home. Trying to touch yourself while you’re in a thin-walled tent while those gorgeous people sleep mere feet away is too nerve-wracking to contemplate.

And so, you’d decided to sneak away for some well earned alone time. Once everyone but Halsin (who volunteered for first watch) had gone to bed, you snuck out of camp and trekked probably half a mile into the forest. After making sure you were alone, you’d sat down at the base of a tree, loosened your belt, unlaced your pants, and shoved your hand into your smalls.

Almost an hour later, you give up. It turns out that stressing out over the very real possibility of sloughing off your current form to become part of a tentacled hive mind, nearly dying several times at the hands of goblins, and are now facing a trip down into the Underdark, doesn’t make for an easy time getting off.

Who knew?

And so you sit there against the tree, deciding to wait out the arousal swirling in your gut, to wait out the rather insistent throbbing in your clit, and once you were back to your default state to just go to bed. You exhale through your nose in annoyance, wanting nothing more than to feel that sweet, beautiful-

“Ah, there you are.”

Your eyes shoot open in terror. You hear Halsin’s voice, his footsteps approaching through the trees, and you scramble to do up your belt at least, so he doesn’t suspect.

He steps around the tree just as your hands leave your belt, and he quirks an eyebrow down at your red-face, at the way you’re not quite meeting his eyes. “Are you well? You didn’t come back to camp after you left, so I got worried.”

“O-Oh, no, I’m fine, Halsin,” you stammer, trying your best to give him a friendly smile. “I couldn’t sleep, so I came out to…think.”

“To think.” He tilts his head a little. “I understand the appeal of having a private spot, but the middle of the night in these woods is more dangerous than you’d suspect.”

You give a weak smile. “Yeah…sorry for worrying you.”

Mortified at what he almost caught you doing, you move to stand. But when he crouches before you, smiling in his normal, friendly way… “Would you like some help?”

You freeze, your eyes locking onto his bright hazel gaze in shock. Did he just…? “Um. What…do you mean? Help with what, standing up? I got it, I promise.”

He chuckles. “No, no. I mean, help with reaching orgasm.”

You pray that the ground opens you up and swallows you whole.

“I…” You clear your throat so that more comes out than just a squeak. “W-Why would you…think that I…I wasn’t…”

His expression is soft, kind. You’re pretty sure that only makes it worse. “Be at ease. There is no shame in desire. For most people, it’s as natural as hunger, as thirst. And there’s no shame in accepting a helping hand…or two. After everything you’ve been through so far, it’s no surprise you’re having trouble on your own.”

Against your will, your eyes flit down to his hands. Thick fingers are laced together between his bent knees as he squats before you, and the thought of what they could do on your flesh makes the hair raise on the back of your neck. You’re suddenly hyper aware of your own body, every inch of skin sensitive.

“And if you’re worried that I’ll be offended if you say no, you needn’t be.” You look back up at his face in surprise. He gives you a serious look. “I would never touch you without your permission. If you don’t wish my help, say the word and I’ll head back to camp.”

His words go a long way to reassuring you, and you take a moment to really think about it. It’s been so long since you last had anyone to share an intimate moment with, and you could easily die at any moment. Why shouldn’t you indulge in this man who seems more than willing to help you out?

You lick your lips. Nerves race through your gut, along with your growing arousal, but you meet Halsin’s eyes. You mean to say something like yes or all right then or hell yes let’s wake up the camp with my screaming, but instead all that comes out is a whispered, “Please…”

His lips quirk up, his eyes darken even as they flash in delight. “Hm. Please what?”

His voice has lowered, his customary rumble more pronounced. Your mouth goes dry. “Please…I’d like your help,” you respond.

“Gladly,” he all but purrs. “Let’s get comfortable then.” He has you move over, and as you shift he pulls his leather vest off. You inhale sharply, your eyes darting over his torso. His shoulder muscles ripple as he lowers himself to sit down with his own back against the tree now.

What really surprises you though is his body hair. Elves as a whole don’t tend to have hair at all below their heads, but Halsin…his forearms are thick with it, his chest sports a nice patch, and there’s a tantalizing line running from his navel to below his belt. “Gods, you’re gorgeous,” you breathe.

He chuckles softly. “I’m flattered you think so.” He reaches out a hand to you. “Now, come here to me.”

Anticipation roils in your gut. You take his hand, warm and calloused and huge. He tugs you over, helping you sit down on his lap, and you gasp as you feel a half-formed erection press against your ass. He rumbles in enjoyment at the sudden friction, tugging you firmly by the hips so that your back is flat against his chest. His cheek presses to yours on your right sight, and his voice vibrates into you, along your back and into your jaw.

“We’re going to adjust your clothing now. Pull your pants and smalls down for me, hm?”

His tone is soft and gently encouraging, almost casual, as though he’s teaching you a new skill. It makes you feel desperate to obey. You wriggle your pants and smalls all the way off in your eagerness, which makes him chuckle. His left hand pats your thigh, sending prickles over your flesh. “Lift.” You do, your toes balanced on his knee. He slips that arm under your leg. “Lower, and tuck the toes of both your feet under my knees.”

You swallow hard at how open this leaves you for him. His thumb caresses your inner thigh almost fondly, which has you breaking out into sensitive shivers. You feel his cheek shift as he smiles.

“That’s it. Now, pull the hem of your shirt up over your breasts.”

You do so, taking your bra with it. Your shirt bunches up to your mid-back, and you can feel his belly hair on your skin.

“Mmm, you’re lovely,” he purrs, nuzzling his cheek with yours. His thumb suddenly traces the curve of your breast before his hand cups under it, giving you a soft squeeze, and you shudder hard on his lap and whine his name. “My, my, you are eager aren’t you?”

He feels your face heat against his cheek. “S-Sorry…it’s been a while,” you whisper.

“Trust me, sweetling, that was not a complaint,” he replies, giving you another soft nuzzle. “I like it. Your desire is as beautiful as you are…”

He turns his head toward you, and he presses his lips to the side of your neck at the same time the pads of the fingers of his left hand suddenly press between your legs. You gasp loudly, your hips bucking at the touch. “Easy,” he murmurs soothingly against your skin, waiting until you settle.

You can’t believe how quickly he’s already gotten you dripping. You’ve barely been on his lap a minute, and you’re already desperately turned on.

His fingers move again, his index and middle fingers parted and rubbing slowly up and down your outer lips. “Fuck,” you gasp out, and he chuckles softly.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you had such a mouth on you,” he teases gently.

You want to say something clever, something that’ll make him laugh that low, sexy laugh again, maybe even something that’ll have his cock twitching in his pants. But words are a bit beyond you right now, and so you very eloquently say, “Hnng.”

You feel his jaw shift, as though he was going to speak, but he doesn’t. Instead, his fingers make another pass, nice and slow, up and down your outer lips, before gently parting you open. The cool air of the forest on your overheated, slick core has you stifling another curse under your breath.

His index finger swipes through your slick as the other hand suddenly gives a pinch to your already hardened nipple, and you have to turn your head to stifle a cry into his neck. “Shh, sweetling, I know,” he murmurs, as though he weren’t the one making you lose your mind. He’s so warm behind you, and he smells so good, like the woods and clean sweat.

He rolls your nipple between his thumb and index finger, all the while slowly, slowly dragging his touch through your dripping folds. You can feel your heartbeat in your clit.

“You feel so good,” he rasps as he builds your desire. “So warm and wet for me…One day soon, I would like to take you properly, to feel all this around my cock.” As he finishes his words, the middle finger of his left hand slides slowly into you. You inhale sharply, your eyes nearly rolling back into your head at how good it feels to have someone else’s touch inside you. His finger is thick, nearly twice as wide as your own, and the feel of it makes your hips buck.

He chuckles softly. “I know, sweetling,” he soothes, pressing a line of gentle kisses up the column of your throat. His right hand gives a soft tug to your nipple, before reaching across your chest to give the other the same treatment. The finger that’s inside you starts to move, gently pumping in and out of you, dragging against your walls…

Curses fall from your lips, muffled into the spot where his throat meets his jawline. You can feel him grin, glad to know that he’s doing a good job.

His right hand leaves your breast, tracing calloused fingertips down over your belly. You shiver hard, wrapping your hand around his bicep as you realize where he’s headed. His fingers slip through the soft hair at the apex of your thighs, down over your mound to your leaking slit.

The first touch to your clit makes you hiss, and he eases up on his touch, brushing a kiss over your cheek in apology for being too harsh. He gently pets at you, testing, watching your reactions carefully to learn what touches are the best, what gives you the most pleasure. But once he figures it out…

“There we go,” he growls as you moan into his skin, unable to stop the sound that rips from your throat as he works you perfectly. His fingers slide wetly over your engorged clit just the way you like, his other hand pumps two fingers now into your drenched hole, rolling them to hit every sensitive spot you’ve got. You shudder and writhe on his lap, feeling yourself begin to sweat.

You also feel his cock, fully hard now against your ass. He’s rumbling out soft groans next to your ear as your motions rub yourself on him. “P-Please…please, i-if you want, fuck me now,” you gasp out.

You feel him growl at your words, and his fingers speed up their pace. “No, not now.” He nips at your ear gently. “Tonight is about you. Besides, I know in my heart if I have you now, your sweet body will be the only thing on my mind. I’ll want to do nothing more than take you, day and night…and we have too much to do for that, I’m afraid.”

You make some sort of choking/wheezing sound in the back of your throat. You’re pretty sure that’s the sexiest thing anyone’s ever said to you. Your soaked walls clench around his fingers, and he growls again at the feeling. “F-Fuck, you…you can’t just say something like that and then deny me!” you gasp out.

He chuckles, low and dark. “Apologies, sweetling. One day soon I’ll more than make it up to you. We shall be testing the limits of your stamina…but for now…”

His fingers speed up, rubbing rapidly over your clit. He adds a third finger, stretching you wide around his massive digits, and you shriek his name. Almost as soon as the sound starts to leave your throat, he turns his head and kisses you deeply, muffling your noise. His tongue plunges into your mouth, tasting of the remnants of supper and something uniquely him, and you eagerly twine your tongue with his.

You feel it, then, the sudden swoop in your lower belly. Your eyes snap open at the same time he feels your walls begin to flutter around his fingers. Your eyes meet his, those intense hazel orbs sharpening. He pulls away from your mouth, grinning in triumph. “There we go, that’s right…come for me!”

You throw your head back on his shoulder as your pleasure builds and builds, your hips bucking into his hands. Your mouth drops open in a silent scream as, somehow, he speeds up even more, his fingers pounding into your cunt. He growls your name, you choke out his-

-and you nearly arch completely off of him as you explode. You howl your pleasure to the night air, lost completely to the torrent of fire and lightning rushing through your nerves. You barely hear Halsin, whispering encouragements and praise by your ear as he works you through it. “That’s it, sweetling, that’s it, soak my fingers. Oakfather preserve me, you feel so fucking good gripping me like that…”

So lost you are in the throws of your orgasm you don’t see his eyes flash gold a couple times before he gets himself under control. You just writhe in the circle of his arms as he works you through it.

When your movements begin to slow, so do his. He floats you gently down, down from the high he’d sent you soaring to just a few moments ago. You shudder and slump against him as he pulls his fingers from you, gasping for breath and shivering as the cool night air caresses over your sweaty skin.

You hear him grunt suddenly, and you peel your eyes open just in time to watch him begin to lick your juices from his skin. You inhale sharply, your inner walls clenching hard around nothing at the sight of his tongue lapping you from his fingers. You watch, slack-jawed, as he licks every trace of you from his hand, and once he was done he smacks his lips. “You’re delicious,” he purrs, pressing his forehead to yours. “Next time you’d like help, I think I’ll take you apart on my tongue instead.”

You shudder at his words, thinking about what he could do with that mouth. “K-Keep talking like that and I’ll be ready for round two right now.”

He chuckles softly, brushing a kiss to your cheek. “Much as I would love to give you another one, we should get you to bed. We depart for the Underdark in the morning-you must get some rest.” He helps you to stand, then from a pocket in his trousers he pulls out a clean rag.

You blink in surprise as he wipes at you gently, careful not to overstimulate you. “You…brought that with you? How did you know I’d say yes?” you ask, your thighs shaking a bit as he cleans you.

“I didn’t.” He grins up at you, on his knees before your gently trembling body. “But in my years, I’ve learned that always coming prepared saves a lot of uncomfortable walks.”

You snort, stifling giggles into your hand as he helps you into your smalls and pants. It’s quiet then as his fingers do up your laces, and then your belt. He gently pulls your shirt back down, tugging it into place, before he smiles softly to you. “If you ever need my help again, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Thank you. And I’m sorry for tomorrow morning, when I’ll inevitably be embarrassed that it happened at all,” you say with a soft grin.

He can’t help but laugh, leaning down and brushing a fond kiss over your forehead. “I hope one day you’ll unlearn the shame. Now, let’s get back to camp.” He sweeps his hand back towards where the rest of your companions are hopefully still slumbering.

You both walk in silence for a little while, before you pipe up. “Earlier, a little bit before I…finished, I could have sworn you were about to say something.”

“Hm? Oh, that.” He grins, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’d uh…been having trouble talking through the pleasure. I was going to tease you a little, but the joke I’d settled on may have distracted you from my touch, so I kept it to myself.”

“Oh?” You couldn’t help the curious, amused look up at him. “What were you going to say?”

He sighs, looking embarrassed at himself now. “I was going to ask, ‘bear got your tongue’?”

You have to stop to lean against a tree, you're laughing so hard. He huffs at you, but he’s smiling, unable to find it in himself to be upset. You both bicker like old friends as you return to camp, no awkwardness at all between you.

Of course, when you get back to camp and Astarion is sitting at the fire, obviously waiting for you both, you immediately blush as the vampire smirks knowingly. “Really, Halsin, you were supposed to be on first watch. I didn’t expect dereliction of duty from you.” He stands, languid grace incarnate, and starts to walk back to his tent. “Good thing I was awoken from my trance when something screamed out in the woods. Goodness knows what could have attacked us in our sleep!”

He sounds of nothing but pure, pleased mischief. You’re left practically steaming in embarrassment, and before Halsin can say anything, you scuttle to your tent and tie yourself in. The huge druid sighs, shaking his head, but he can’t quite get rid of the fond smile on his lips as he settles back in for the rest of his watch.

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hikariale · 4 months

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你吃了吗？

When a stranger sits at your normal table, the adage that Fengjian Teahouse is a place of encounters rings true.

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It was unreasonable to ask the server to save your seat, but you didn’t think that you would take so long to grab your wallet. In your race against the weekend dinner rush, the only thing you needed was the one thing that you left behind. Though you raced back home to grab it, you could already hear the typical raucous behind the doors of the Fengjian Teahouse by the time you got back. And at your favourite spot, though there were few other ones open anymore, sat another person, conversing with your server.

Nobody was to blame, but you couldn’t help your annoyance. With the seasons turned cold, your snug corner spot was the most comfortable place to be. Due to the layout of the restaurant, your merry-weather spot would get blasted with cold air every time a person entered or left the building. The upper floor was far too cold for a party of one to ignore.

As you tried to decide where to go from there, the server and the customer sitting in your spot noticed your blank stare. The way that the server jolted made you jolt as well, rushing to give a good-natured smile and wave to say, ‘It’s no big deal, don’t mind me!’ Truly, it was inconvenient, but it wouldn’t ruin your night or your meal. Still, the server looked between you and the other customer and waved you over.

After another server gently pushed past you, balancing a tray holding a full tea set, you hesitantly walked over. Once you were within earshot, you tried to apologise for putting the other two in an awkward situation, but you cut yourself off when you got a closer look at the person taking your table.

Though hooded, glowing eyes peered from the shadow cast over the stranger’s face. The occasional blue or green-eyed traveller would pass through at times, but glowing eyes was something out of mythology. Because it would be rude to gawk, you turned your face away and weakly ordered your normal beverage.

“I have no problem moving to another table if you are uncomfortable,” the stranger said. Despite the polite tone, something about it was intimidating. You felt like a smuggler trying to converse with the border guard.

“No, no, that’s fine—! I mean, you’re alright...” you trailed off again. The chatter of the surrounding tables kept the awkward silence from being suffocating, but you were still just standing at your seat with the wooden edge digging into the back of your legs. The stranger blinked up at you expectantly.

“Ah,” after a quiet exclamation, the stranger’s hands lifted from the table to pull back the cloak’s hood. Beneath the heavy fabric was an ordinary looking individual, not nearly as intimidating once the shadow was gone. As a sign of respect, he gave you a slight bow, wrapped hands meeting in a salute that wasn’t uncommon to see in the area. “Apologies for my bad manners. My name is Liu Kang. Your waiter was telling me that this seat was reserved when you walked in. I did not mean to intrude.”

He had a kind face. His expression was quite sincere, and your gut wasn’t screaming to run. Disgruntled, you finally sat down. The similarly proper greeting that you tried to give sounded off. Despite that, he smiled at you with relief, and you didn’t have the heart to turn around and say ‘Nevermind actually, I want to eat alone.’

“So, are you a martial artist?” trying to break the ice as quickly as possible so that you wouldn’t slip up any worse, you reached for the easiest question. Wrapped hands, strong figure, and that very particular greeting that you always saw from kung fu practitioners, of course you already knew the answer. Liu Kang’s eyebrows rose in surprise, but it was hard to tell if he was simply humouring you. Something gave you the sense that he was not very aware of his own demeanour.

“You could say that, yes.” that slightly obtuse answer with no follow-up made you panic. Most of the people in Fengjian were familiar. It had been a staggeringly long time since you talked to a person who lacked the ability to carry on and on with some conversation about local happenings.

“Oh, well,” you wracked your brain for something else to say. When the door of the restaurant opened again, you suddenly found a great segway. Though it wasn’t the pair you had in mind, just seeing two people amble through the doors reminded you. “There are two guys who might be planning to get into that. They’re pretty well known around here since they tend to get into scraps over silly things. You might get a show if they come in tonight!”

“They fight inside of the restaurant?” Liu Kang questioned. There was a twinge of disbelief in his voice that nearly made you laugh. By now, things like that had become so normal that it was easy to forget that most people would consider it a disruption of business.

“They’re Madam Bo’s students, so she puts them in their place if they get too rowdy,” you reassured. “But hey, they’ve got a lot of potential. If you keep coming here, you’re bound to see it one day... Do you teach?”

“These days, I find myself teaching more than I learn, but I would not call myself a master,” he chose his words carefully. Uptight wasn’t the right word, but it seemed like he was keeping his cards close to his chest. Whether that was some kind of personal creed or just the way he talked, you tried to avoid prying too hard. However, in trying not to step on his toes, you found yourself struggling to strike up casual conversation.

“Is this your first time here?”

“I like to visit occasionally.”

“Do you have a favourite order?”

“I let Madam Bo surprise me.”

“That’s brave.”

The conversation lulled again. Your server dropped your drinks off and you took note of the way that Liu Kang held his teacup. Even once it was filled, he held it at the sides as if it didn’t burn. Martial arts conditioning aside, you couldn’t help but wince as if it burned your fingertips instead.

“Do you want to order dim sun?” you asked, “I can cover the bill.”

“That may be more food than two people can eat,” Liu Kang warned.

“You’re the first guy who’s said something like that. Most of the martial artists I meet could eat the whole pantry! Besides, I ran here from home twice after work, so I’m starving.” you were joking, but the image of Kung Lao flashed in your mind. For the first time, Liu Kang’s lips stretched beyond the courteous smile that he wore while waiting for you to decide on the next thing to say. Like the first drop of rain after a long drought, a quiet chuckle left him, barely audible over the sound of the other guests.

“Then we can order dim sum,” he turned to the server and nodded. Liu Kang slid his teacup across the table to you. He hadn’t taken a sip, so you figured that he was trying to keep up etiquette. He looked younger than the kind of person who would care that much, and you felt a little bad receiving such special treatment, but such a benign quirk wasn’t worth interrupting the easy energy that had finally settled between you.

“You said you like to visit occasionally, right? Are you here to see family?” you asked as he began to pour tea into his new cup. When you touched the sides of the one he gave to you, it was still too hot to grab. Gingerly holding it by the rim and placing it on your palm to drink, you were shocked by the strong flavour.

“I didn’t expect to share tea with anybody, so I ordered pu'er. We can drink a different one,” Liu Kang offered upon seeing the way your expression scrunched up. Shaking your head, you put the cup back down.

“It’s your tea order. I didn’t expect it, but it’s not bad!” with a dismissive wrist flick, you redirected, “I’m sure I would remember seeing someone like you around. I’ve never heard of you before. Normally, the whole town would be talking.”

“I am checking in on some old friends of mine,” Liu Kang explained, “Otherwise, I try to stay out of peoples’ way.”

“You’re not familiar with this kind of place, are you?” after hearing such a humble statement, you couldn’t help but ask. Liu Kang wasn’t someone with his head in the clouds. Rather, he gave off the impression of somebody who lived somewhere above them for some time. Not an airhead, but someone who was used to a different atmosphere.

For just a moment, Liu Kang looked taken aback. He opened his mouth to respond, but his words took a while to come out. Words weighed down by some unknown thing, he responded, “I have not gotten to know the people well.”

Was he sad about that? Ashamed? The way that his gaze scanned the room, like he was just made aware of where he was, made you worry that you said something upsetting. Wanting to avoid another impasse of apologies and write-offs, you cleared your throat.

“Well, the only thing that bites here are the dogs sometimes, so there’s no need to be shy! This is a great place to meet new people, just like what we’re doing right now!” it was an unwieldy attempt to smooth out the wrinkles, but your clumsy words pulled him out of his heavy contemplation. The smile returned to his face, small but earnest, and he nodded towards you.

“I am glad that you were willing to share a meal with me,” he thanked. You weren’t sure why he was thanking you, but you accepted it as gracefully as you could.

“One of the village uncles used to tell me that food tastes better with good company,” some kind of dread creeps up on you when you meet his eyes. It felt like, if you blinked, he would suddenly disappear. A stray dog that walked into a kennel and then went missing without a trace the next week. The idea didn’t sit well with you, so you continued to say, “So you should come by more often!”

Not wanting to stare at him with a plastered-on grin, you took another sip of the pu’er tea. Its bitterness was grounding. Liu Kang considered your words, gazing into his teacup like it was a divining tool. His head turned towards the entrance when he heard the door open, and he sighed like he just stepped out of a shrine and into a night market.

“I am curious about those students that you mentioned earlier,” his smile reached his eyes this time. You wondered if the idea of watching some kind of restaurant brawl for entertainment would seem juvenile from his point of view, but there was a playfulness in his statement. That being said, Kung Lao and Raiden didn’t usually come to Fengjian Teahouse this night of the week.

#mortal kombat #mk1 #liu kang x reader #liu kang #i'll linguisticssplain in the tags just a little bit. for those who dont know “你吃了吗” is a common standard chinese greeting #its basically just a polite friendly 'hi' but its direct translation is 'have you eaten yet?' but it's basically a 'how are you'#so that's why the title is what it is. i really love food scenes and food themes. <3

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turtledovenycx · 5 months

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𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞-𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 (𝐅.𝐋) 𝟐

🎧Because (Changbin and Felix) - STRAY KIDS

🎧we fell in love in October - girl in red

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐅𝐖/ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏| 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐| 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐚𝐠: 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

⁀➴ 𝐖.𝐜 𝟒.𝟐𝐤

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⚠️: 𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐡! 𝐬𝐡𝐡𝐡! 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥

“Which flavor?” Felix asked opening the big freezer with different varieties of Ice cream and cold desserts.

After your breakdown Felix convinced you to get ice cream together, trying to be as assuring as he could, smiling softly and taking your hand as the two of you walked to the store.

“Mango,” you say softly as he picks two mango bars and goes to the register.

The evening was cool the wind tickled your red nose making you sniff as you waited for him outside.

“Here you go,” he said pushing the treat into your hands. Silently you opened the pack. The sweetness melting in your mouth, and your headache fading.

Looking back you saw Felix sitting on the footpath his knees bent. He looked up at you and patted the spot next to him. Following him you placed your feet similarly and the two of you ate in silence.

“Want to talk?” he asked, you shook your head 'no' unable to form your feelings into words. He deflated a bit, he really wanted you to speak to him, and tell him your worries but he did not want to force it out. Felix's ears perked as he heard you speak up.

“I broke Minho’s board,” you say softly.

“Is that why you were crying?” he asked eyes trained on yours as you looked down like a scolded child. You nodded, feeling bad again until you heard soft giggles. Felix laughed in a way that made you feel silly, a good silly. He was not mocking you this dude genuinely found you funny ... and cute.

“Oh you’re so cute, don't cry. Hyung does not skate anymore pretty.” the pet name made your stomach flip as you willed your face to stay as calm as it could.

“He won’t mind it was an old board too, I promise, it's not a big deal,” Felix reassured before collecting the waste wrappers. He turned around to see you look up at him.

“Let me walk you home,” he says grabbing his board tucking it in his arms, and waiting for you to catch up.

The community was almost asleep, everyone in the comfort of their homes, lights slowly shutting off on different floors of the buildings as you and Felix make your way to yours.

“My parents fight a lot.” you blurted out, the two of you stopped in your tracks. “The night when you found me crying I had run away. They can get really mean,” you explain not looking at him. “I- I did not break it... My dad broke the board…. He was angry and it all happened so quickly that I could not stop him. Just like I can’t stop them from fighting...... I'm sorry.” arms wrap around you once again hesitantly. Felix brought you into his embrace once more.

“Hey, it's okay. It's okay hmm? Does he hurt yo-” he asked feeling protective of you

“Oh god no, they just say stuff,” you say, scared to talk too much.

"What made him so angry?"

"He- I came home late? I'm not sure. He got so angry when I told him I skate now." you sniffled remembering your dad call your friends junkies, what if he stopped you from coming here?

“I love skateboarding, I don’t want to stop. I love it, I love hanging out with you guys.” tears slipped through your eyes again.

“You don’t have to stop. Ever. In fact, I'll come to pick you up every day... I mean.. if you want that?” Felix whispered a little embarrassed at his final statement, even though the two of you were standing in a space with no one in sight. You let out a breathy chuckle, "No, it's okay."

At his assurance you felt better, you looked up to see his eyes on you, the space between the two of you almost negligible.

For a split second his eyes fell onto your parted lips before quickly turning to release you from his hold. He missed the soft color on your cheeks, your face feeling warm despite the breeze.

“Are you okay now?” he asks looking back to see your building, lights on in your apartment.

“Yeah, I should go home before…” you say you did not wish to leave. not wanting to leave him, he walked you to your balcony.

“I’m gonna go in.” but before you could climb over the small gate he held your hand.

“Lemme take this,” he said gently removing the bag from your grasp with the broken board. "I'll give it to Hyung."

“Please, tell Minho I’m sorry, I can pay him back... I can-”

“Shh, it’s okay. I told you he won’t mind. Hyung has a new board he barely skates. Don’t worry about it okay?” he smiled, bringing a small smile to your face too. You climbed the fence and looked back to see him turn to leave.

“Felix, I- Thank you.”

He looked back at you the bag slung over his shoulders. He just winked at you before getting on his board and rolling away. That was when you knew for real. You were falling for Lee Felix.

Felix boarded straight home his heart warm, ‘she talked to me, she told me… I made her feel like she was okay… I made her smile.’ the smile never left his face until he dialed Minho to explain.

"YOU BROKE MY BOARD!!!" the elder's voice echoed through his Samsung, okay so he may have lied. Minho absolutely fucking minded that his board was broken, but obviously, he wouldn't let you know that.

"Hyung, you have to let me explain." the bluehead tried to calm the furious guy on call. good thing he didn't go to hyung's apartment.

Minho was definitely going to be mad but who cares when he remembers you smiled at him. The Cat dad calmed down once Felix explained your situation, his worry drifting to you, asking if you were okay to which Felix proudly said "I made sure she was fine."

Falling for Felix was also easy like befriending him, and it happened quickly.

Now when you visited the ramp your eyes searched for the cotton candy blue hair. You tried to stare without him noticing you, blushing when his eyes caught you - it has happened too many times too- Han catching on quickly and teasing, you sometimes too loud on purpose so that Felix looked over to the commotion.

"Careful..." his deep voice whispered close to your ears. too close you could feel his breath hit the top of your ears. You were currently in his arms, one foot still on the wayward board. Someone had accidentally pushed you too hard, that someone being Han who thought it would be funny to push you like you guys were some high schoolers. You would have fallen if it wasn't for Felix, who came running as soon he saw the scene go down.

"That wasn't funny Ji, She could have been hurt," he told Jisung who was standing across from you. He had a nice jawline... you thought as you looked up to see him glare at Jisung,

"You okay?" Jisung asked you ignoring the scolding from Felix and Chae.

"I'm okay, I wasn't ready sorry it's my fault." you quickly release yourself from his hold and get off the board.

"No, it wasn't." you heard the Aussies deep voice.

"Don't get your boxers in a twist we were only playing." Han scoffed after making sure you were okay.

Felix rolled his eyes before he was pulled away by Chan.

“Haha he likes you,” Han whispered to you earning an elbow to his side. It was fine because you liked him too, you just did not know how to say it.

You were getting good at skating too, finally learning to get on and off, braking and gliding.

Felix helped you a lot more now, after the ice cream trip he was progressively spending more time with you.

Always walking you home (sometimes using lame excuses like I’m on the way even though everyone knows his home is two blocks from your building), helping you learn tricks, and most importantly coming out at night so that you are not alone when things get too much at your place.

He held you on nights you cried and then made you cry from laughter on nights you were feeling better. You slowly began opening up to him, telling him all sorts of things that happen at home, at your university, in class. He became a second presence to you, always having backup headphones and enough change for snacks. and never complaining when he had to sit with you all night on some days. Felix enjoyed this hangout as much as you did, he didn't mind he had to sacrifice sleep as long as he got to listen to your voice.

Time flew and the feelings between the two of you grew though they remained unspoken.

One particular incident was when the group was resting, chatting about this and that when Felix placed his head on your shoulder. You froze turning your head to look at him, eyes closed peacefully and basking in the sun, he stayed like that till everyone got up to leave, and a faint blush dusted your cheek.

They were obvious to everyone now that there was something going on between you both . It was bolder, lingering touches on your waist, always placing your hand in his while walking with you. It became a need to be always close to each other, sitting side by side with the group.

A few weeks in one day you reach the park Hyunjin's spare tucked safe in your arm, you now borrowed boards from each of them so that you do not have to take them home.

“Hey, Chan.” you greeted him as you walked into the skate park. As usual, you scanned the park for a glimpse of Felix. Weird last night that he had said he would be there.

“Hiya” Han called you over to where he sat,

“Hey,” you say walking over to him but still looking around.

“Where is Felix?” you asked, as you put your stuff on the bench. Han grimaced slightly before looking at you.

“He didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Felix is leaving..”

“What?” you felt your old anxiety rise,

“He is leaving?" The question is more rhetorical, it should not hurt you that much but it did. The sadness also arises from the fact he did not say a word yesterday to you when you met him.

“Yeah, I think so… I’m sorry I thought you knew,” Han said realizing that you might actually cry right now.

“You okay?” his hands reached for yours.

“Yeah, ahem- yeah I’m fine, it’s just a surprise. Where is he?”

“Not sure… I can ask…” you nodded before turning to Chan who had walked over to the two of you. Throughout the whole day, everyone tried to make small talk with you but your silence persisted. Chae even offered to buy you sweets and later insisted on walking you home.

“He won’t leave without saying anything,” Chase reassured you. After Felix and Hannie, Chae talked the most to you. You provided a small smile nodding at her, even though Chae was reassuring the whole group was worried as Han dropped the news and Felix had vanished.

“Yeah of course…. Thanks for walking me Chae,” you say keeping the goodbye short. Before returning home you looked through the window again, catching a glimpse of Chae’s red hair reminding you of the long-haired boy.

“Dude, your friend was at the skatepark.”

“Who” you ask abandoning the book you were reading to look over at your sister who was hanging her coat in the room.

“I don’t know his name the one with the blue hair.”

Felix?! Did he come back? Did he come to say bye?

Thoughts rushed into your mind as you slipped on your outfit and slipped out of the room. You sprinted to the skatepark not wanting to miss the chance to see him … maybe for the last time. The thought scared you, you did not want to lose Felix, not Felix. You had lost the comfort of your home, your peace of mind, and your parents. You saw the tuft of blue hair disappear as he rolled down the ramp and he emerged on the other side side stepping off the board.

“You’re leaving?” you ask approaching him as he braked and got off the board.

“Did Han tell you?” he asked, you nodded “yes.” there was a moment of awkward silence. A moment.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you say reaching him. He stayed quiet eyes trained on you.

“You didn’t come for four days, were you just gonna leave like that?” your own voice sounding doubtful of itself. Felix had no obligation to you, you did not even know if he felt the same way for you, why would he tell you if he was leaving?

“I wasn’t -…” he cut off as you started speaking again for eyes looking everywhere but his.

“Don’t leave please,” you whispered drawing his attention to you.

“Don’t leave, Han is gonna miss you it might break him, Hyunjin today promised to show you his book if you stayed and Chan almost cried. Chae promised to break your legs, Bin and Seungmin are… everyone will just….”

“And you?” Felix stepped closer to you,

“Hmm?” you say confident you had misheard him.

“What about you, when I leave?”

“I will be sad about not having you here too.”

“And?” another step closer, your feet stay rooted.

“I will have to console Han.”

“You won’t miss me?”

“I… I don’t know.” you mentally slap yourself,

“That’s it?” he asks the small smile falling from his face, he was close to you now towering over your figure as you stared into his eyes.

“What else is there?” you whisper his eyes bore into yours as you got distracted by his freckles.

“Nothing else?” he spoke lowly, hands gripping your elbows softly.

The words on the tip of your tongue. Come on spit it out, this may be your only chance. But you couldn’t. Fear of rejection. Fear, in general, stopped you from at least trying to get what you wanted the most right now. Felix.

He sighed before stepping away, “I-... I think about you a lot.” he says stopping himself from continuing but his words were a reassurance you needed then.

Felix turned around and grabbed his board ready to walk away as he felt you grip his forearm and turn his body to face yours again.

You could not say bye to him at least not without showing him how you felt so you took hold of his face, and leaned on your toes to press your lips against his.

The board fell from his grasp as you scrunched your eyes tight. Felix first thought he was dreaming, but after his hands felt the soft fabric of your jacket, he knew he wasn’t, you were right here. Kissing him.

He moved his arms to wrap around you as you pulled away heels touching the floors again. You caught your breath looking at him, hands bunching up his t-shirt’s collar. He leaned down to capture your lips once more between his, a small sound of surprise escaping you as he held your face. The lights of the park turned off signaling it was late at night yet the two of you did not separate.

Kissing Felix felt less scary than you thought, his lips were so soft and he tasted like the watermelon-flavoured gum he chewed a lot. The two of you pulled away and his eyes shot open to find yours closed still. Your heart was beating and it could be heard in your ears.

“I like you,” you say loud enough for him to hear. Just him. Your eyes were still closed as you continued “I will miss you. A lot and I can’t leave without letting you know how I feel, I will regret it. I like you Felix.” he placed a peck on the tip of your nose, coaxing you to open your eyes. You did to find his forehead touching yours as he smiled.

He pecked your lips once more. “I really like you too,” he whispered. The words he said lifted a weight off you, relief flooding at the prospect of him reciprocating his feelings for you.

“You do?” you ask, his arms now held onto your waist as you move farther away to look at his face.

“I do. I like you so much,” he says not a hint of doubt in his voice. The butterflies in his stomach would not settle as he saw your eyelashes flutter at his confession. It was like you were willing yourself to believe. The momentary happiness dissolved as you remembered he was leaving, Felix frowned as your smile dropped.

“When are you leaving?” you ask pulling away completely his board was by your feet so you picked it up needing something to fiddle with. And he let you, Felix usually did not like people touching or messing with his board, he once almost pushed Seungmin off the ramp for hiding his board but when you picked it up it felt natural to him, he liked that you liked his board.

“Will I see you again before you go?” you ask, you feel like crying you’ve been feeling so for the past four days. You missed him.

A pause before he grinned.

“You will see me tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after, and on and on,” he says smiling his toothy smile. “I’m not leaving.”

“What?” you ask blinking as if that would clear things up.

“My family is leaving, they are shifting back to my hometown. I’m staying here.”

He wasn’t leaving. He wasn’t leaving! you had confessed and he wasn’t leaving. Wait .. you thought he was leaving oh no you kissed him, you will see him tomorrow and you kissed him.

“You.. you’re not, leaving?” you ask

“No, I’m not.” “But Han,”

“He assumed that I was leaving, I just went to find him and explain before I could talk to the others everyone just thought I was leaving.” he chuckled.

“Oh my god, you’re not leaving.”

“No, but hey it made you kiss me.” he winked but you were mad. You pushed his shoulder his laughter increasing.

“You’re an ass. You could not have told me this these four days or .. or right before we…”

“We?” he was giggling enjoying teasing you.

“We… I feel so embarrassed right now.” he laughed before coming closer to you, you stepped back before he placed his arms on your side.

“Hey, don’t be nothing has changed. I like you.” he bent his neck to look at your downcast eyes.

“I’m sorry, but you were so cute explaining why I shouldn’t leave that I couldn’t correct you. Besides it was high time you told me how you felt.” He explained loving your flustered reaction

“What about you? You didn’t make a move either.” you countered trying to pry out of his arms.

“I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way. You were closed off before and I did not want to scare you away.” it was true at first you were not welcoming to everyone, being pretty reserved and closed off even Jisung had to wriggle his way through that wall you built.

“I’m sorry,” he says genuinely no laughter this time as he pulls you close once more.

“I almost cried. Thinking you were gonna leave without even telling me.”

“Sorry.” he leaned down to peck you again but you stormed off. You could hear him chuckle behind you before he caught up to your pace.

“Let me walk you home,” he said taking your palm and walking forward. you wanted to ask him but he just walked forward. His finger interlocked with yours. It made your grip tighter.

“Are you mad?” he asked, you did not answer simply walking but you stopped. Felix looked curious as you walked towards him stopping a few feet ahead.

“You are really not leaving right?” you asked, “If this is also a prank I will hate you.”

He smiled before stepping closer and wrapping you in a hug, “I promise I’m not leaving.” you did not hug him back he figured you were still a bit embarrassed and angry at his mischievousness.

“Okay. goodnight.” before leaving he managed to sneak a kiss on your cheek to which he received a glare. He will have to make it up to you for disappearing for four days and scaring you. But he felt content as he watched you disappear into your home.

Amongst the embarrassment of assuming and everything you felt happy. He liked you back and you were blushing like a sixth grader who just got cooties.

“So you just left for four days?!! I thought you were leaving!” Han yelled at Felix his helmet raised high ready to bash Felix as you watched at the sidelines- pretend angry like Joey said 'mob mentality or whatever'-.

Chae had twisted his hand for a total of five seconds, five seconds that Seungmin took his sweet time counting. After all, everyone was relieved that their friend wasn’t leaving. Relieved but furious. As a punishment Felix had to buy Ice cream for everyone.

“Mango for you?” he said smirking extending the different types of Ice cream to you, the mango bar in front. You reached for the chocolate cone instead and walked off, you could hear his chuckle looking back as you saw him distribute to everyone else, fighting Chae for the mango bar. He kept his eyes on you the whole time.

“Still mad at me?” he says walking backward, how the hell was he doing that avoiding all the poles and other obstacles you will never know.

“You tricked me into confessing,” you say watching him and walking home. “I didn’t you assumed I was leaving.” he swayed before waiting for you to catch up. You rolled your eyes, he was right but he could have corrected you.

But before you could retort you see your father waiting at the entrance of your building. You froze Felix's eyes following your gaze to see him, arms crossed.

“I have to go,” you say lowly as you walk forward. But he kept along with your steps till you guys were in front of the man. You hoped he was sober and not angry. like last time you did not want to cause a scene outdoors.

“Who are you boy?” you father asked, his tone rude.

“My name is Felix sir.” he replied back rather confidently.

“You on something?”

“Dad!” you intervened, “What are -”

“No sir, I don’t use any sort of recreational drugs.” Felix cut in for you, saying calm as still water.

Your father grunted staring at him, his eyes falling on his blue hair. His faced morphed a disgusted expression before he turned to you.

"Get inside quickly." He gruffed before walking back inside throwing one last glare in your direction.

“I’m sorry he isn’t usually like this. He is drunk.” you apologies to Felix,

“Hey. it's alright,” he said stepping in front of you once again, hesitating before using his pointer finger to raise your chin to meet his eyes.

“It’s okay you talked to me about this remember.” you gazed at him, face mirroring his sweet smile.

“Thank you.”

“Go on a date with me.” the words are out simultaneously

“What?” you chuckle even though you heard him.

Felix ran his fingers through his hair before asking again. “Tomorrow evening? A date? You and me?” his fingers pointed to and fro between you.

“Okay.” Your feelings were clear, you both liked each other. There was no reason to deny or decline it.

“Okay,” he confirmed before letting you go back to your apartment. He made sure you got in alright before getting on his board and riding away not before stopping by a certain building with bright neon boards.

a/n: hope you guys enjoyed this. I now have a date to plan. The next chapter will contain smut so Minors DNI. I will write an SFW ending too like an epilogue.

tagging 🏷️: @noellllslut, @comet-falls, @daughterofodine (My newest tag buddy)

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metamorphesque · 1 year

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Now the story of the trip and then you can go ahead and say you’re not an angel: I knew for ages that my Austrian visa had actually (and figuratively) run out two months back, but in Meran I was told it wasn’t required for transit and indeed I had no troubles when I crossed the Austrian border. Because of that I completely forgot about this omission while I was in Vienna. In Gmünd, however, the official at the passport control—a young man, hard—discovered it immediately. The passport was set aside, everyone else allowed to pass through to customs control, everyone except me. That was bad enough (I am constantly being interrupted, after all it’s my first day back, I don’t have to listen to the office gossip, not yet anyway, and people are coming in all the time and wanting to drive me away from you, that is, you away from me, but they won’t succeed, will they, Milena? Nobody will, ever.) So that’s the way it was, but then you started working. A border guard comes—friendly, open, Austrian, interested, cordial—and leads me through stairs and corridors to the headquarters of the chief inspector. A Rumanian-Jewish woman was standing there with a similarly defective passport, strangely enough also one of your friendly emissaries, you angel of Jews. But the opposing forces are still much stronger. The large inspector and his small adjudant (both yellow, emaciated, sullen, at least for the moment) take possession of the passport. The inspector is finished in no time: “Return to Vienna and obtain the visa at police headquarters!” I can do nothing but repeat several times: “That is terrible for me.” The inspector also repeats his answer several times, ironically and angrily: “You only think it is.” “Can’t the visa be obtained by wire?” “No.” “Even if I pay all costs?” “No.” “Isn’t there a higher authority here?” “No.” The woman, seeing my distress, remains magnificently calm and asks the inspector to let at least me pass. Your means are too weak, Milena. You won’t get me through that way. I have to walk all the way back to passport control and fetch my luggage, there’s no question of my leaving today. And now we’re setting together in the chief inspector’s headquarters, the guard has little consolation to offer except that the train tickets may be extended etc., the inspector has said his last word and retreated into his private office, only the small adjutant is still there. I calculate: the next train to Vienna departs at 10 P.M., arrives in Vienna at 2:30 A.M. I’m still covered with bites from the Riva-vermin, what will my room at the Franz Josefs Bahnhof look like? But since I don’t get a room, I go to the Lerchenfelder Strasse (that’s right, at 2:30 A.M.) and ask for a room (that’s right, at 3 A.M.). Anyway, whatever happens, I must obtain the visa Monday morning (will I get it right away or will I have to wait until Tuesday?), then go to your house and surprise you at the door, which you open. Good heavens. Here my thinking takes a break, but then continues: But what shape will I be in after such a night and the journey, and in the evening I’ll still have to leave on the train that takes 16 hours, what will I look like when I arrive in Prague and what will the director say, whom I’ll have to ask for sick leave once again? Certainly you don’t want all that, but what do you really want? There’s no way out. It occurs to me the only slight relief would be to spend the night in Gmünd and wait until morning before traveling to Vienna and so, already exhausted, I ask the quiet adjutant about a morning train bound for Vienna. There’s one at 5:30 which arrives at 11 A.M. Good, I’ll take that train and so will the Rumanian woman. But suddenly the conversation takes a turn, I don’t know how, at any rate in a flash it’s clear that the little adjutant wants to help us. If we spend the night in Gmünd then the next morning, when he’s alone in the office, he’ll secretly let us through onto the local train to Prague, where we would arrive at 4:00 P.M. But we’re supposed to tell the inspector that we’re taking the morning train to Vienna. Wonderful! Although just relatively wonderful, since I’ll still have to wire Prague. But even so. The inspector arrives, we act out a small comedy about the morning train to Vienna, the adjutant then sends us off, we’re supposed to pay him a secret visit later in the evening to discuss the remaining details. In my blindness I think that all this is your doing, whereas in reality it’s merely the last attack of the opposing forces. So now we slowly leave the station, the woman and myself (the express train which was supposed to have taken us on is still standing there, customs control is taking a long time). How far is it into town? An hour. That too. But it turns out there are 2 hotels at the station, we’ll go to one of them. There’s a track running right next to the hotel, we still have to cross it, a freight train is coming. I want to hurry across the tracks, but the woman holds me back and we have to wait. A minor contribution to our misfortune, we think. But precisely this moment of waiting, without which I would not have made it to Prague on Sunday, is the turning point. It’s as if you had run up and down knocking on all the gates of heaven to plead for me, just as you ran up and down knocking at all the hotels of the Westbahnhof, for now your guard comes running after us down the long path from the station, out of breath, shouting: “Hurry up, come back, the inspector is letting you through!” Is it possible? Moments like that make one choke with emotion. We have to beg the guard ten times before he’ll take any money. But now we have to run back, fetch our luggage from the inspector’s headquarters, run with it to the passport control, and on to customs. But now you’ve already set everything aright; I cannot carry my luggage any further—by chance there’s a porter next to me; at passport control I run into a crowd—the guard clears the way for me; at customs without realizing it I lose the little case with the gold cufflinks—an official finds it and hands it to me. We’re aboard the train and leave at once, at last I’m able to wipe the perspiration off my face and chest. Stay with me always!

a fragment from Kafka’s letter to Milena (Letters to Milena, Franz Kafka)

#please take your time and read this #it's so soft #he's so soft #letters to milena #milena jesenská #love letters #franz kafka #kafka my beloved #classic literature #translated literature

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Sweet Like Syrup | B. Barnes

Roommate! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky runs out of syrup, which means that he’s now dragging you along to the store with him to get more, and no, he doesn’t care that it’s one in the morning.

Word Count: 956

Warnings: Little bit of language, but other than that it’s just super fuckin’ fluffy hehe

Author’s Note: This is pretty short, but I really liked this idea and just wanted to get it out :,)) Lmk if you wanna see anymore roommate!bucky drabbles/blurbs <3

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Bucky was a sneaky man.

It’s why you almost didn’t catch him standing by your door, his eyes wandering, deciding if he really should wake you up.

Thankfully you were trained better than that, and peek your eyes open once you catch the sound of his breathing.

And the incredibly long sigh he lets go of.

“Buck… is there a reason you’re standing creepily outside my door?” You mumbled, your voice softened by your pillow.

He shifted his weight onto his other foot, his hand coming to scratch at his stubble. “I’m out of syrup.” He said as if it was obvious.

You groaned, stretching your sleepy limbs out while you pawed at your eyes, turning your body to the door. The red digital numbers of your clock shone bright. It was 1:27 in the morning.

“It’s one in the morning, Buck. Can’t this wait until the sun comes up?” It apparently couldn’t wait until the sun came up, at least by the sight of Bucky already dressed and with his boots on, the house keys twirling between his vibranium fingers.

“No. Please come with me?” He whines, a shy smile tugging on his lips.

You roll your eyes, a wide yawn contorting your face. A huff, then another, and one final huff for good measure- and you’re pushing up out of bed. Not without flipping Bucky off, though, which he dramatically gasped at.

You fumbled around your room, deciding to just throw on a sweatshirt that was two sizes too big and toss on your glasses instead of trying to get your contacts in while half asleep. Bucky waited impatiently at your door, staring you down. When you finally had your bearings together you faced him, brows up expectantly.

“Whatcha waiting for? Let’s go.” You grinned, shooing him out of your room with your hands patting along his chest.

The walk to the twenty-four hour mart was short, the store only being a few blocks down from the apartment. The fluorescent white lights from inside got brighter as you neared the automatic doors, Bucky’s hand closing over yours as the two of you stepped inside.

It was a habit of his, holding your hand. It was easy. Natural. Like breathing. Honestly- maybe even easier than that. It wasn’t a recent development, but something he started doing a few years back whenever the two of you were in large or crowded places. He had told you that it started because of the profound feeling he often got to protect you. If he was holding onto your hand- he could get to you faster if something happened. But one night your curiosity piqued when he reached out for your hand in Sam’s backyard during a cook-out, the only people there being friends of yours that you had known for years, unsure as to why Bucky would feel the need to protect you there of all places.

‘I just like havin’ you close, alright? Don’t make it weird…’ He had said that night in a breathy laugh, playing off how fast his heart was racing.

His heart was thumping similarly now, though quite calmer as this was routine. It led most strangers to jump to the conclusion that you two were together, but you didn’t mind the stares. You didn’t even notice them anymore.

Bucky led the both of you to the far aisle, your sneakered feet tromping against the linoleum floor. He crouched down, eyeing the handful of syrup choices on the shelves.

‘We never had so many choices back in my day. You had one or two at most, but you were lucky if you could even afford syrup- especially during the Depression.’ You remember him telling you the first time you went grocery shopping together. Bucky always had something to say when it came to shopping, mainly about the outrageous prices stores were charging nowadays. ‘Goddamn.’ Bucky had quipped, his eyes raking the pricing stickers that lined the shelves of the large grocery store you had taken him to. ‘See, in the 30s, Ma would give Becca and I a nickel or two and we’d run to one of those penny restaurants if they were open, and we’d wait in line no matter the weather. For less than ten cents we’d get enough food to last us through the week! Loafs of fresh bread and sacks of potatoes… and if we were really fuckin’ lucky, one of the older ladies that worked there would’ve made some jars of maple syrup that we could buy. I’m tellin’ you, they need to bring those prices back.’

“Do we still have enough pancake mix or should we get some more while we’re here?” He asked, pulling his head up to look at you, the white buzzing lights reflecting back from his pupils.

You hummed, squatting down next to him to look over the choices. “No, I got an extra box last time we were at the store…” You trailed off, your hand coming to grab at one of the many brown bottles. “Here, this one should last us awhile.” You turned the molded plastic toward Bucky, a large dopey smile on your face. “Look it, it’s shaped like a bear. Ain’t that cute…”

Bucky grinned from your words, remembering exactly why he loved you so damn much. An eternal ray of sunshine would be the only accurate way to describe you- even though Bucky had woken you up at one in the morning for a syrup run you still beamed at him like you had won the fucking lottery.

What outstanding deed could he have possibly done to end up with you in his life?

He cannot screw this up.

“Very cute.” He agreed, poking at your side. “Now c’mon, we got some waffles to make.”

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the bell jar

jason dean x reader

tags: fluff, some light teasing and heather c. bashing from jd

warning(s): a single suicide joke from jd, but other than that i think thats it <3

summary: jd catches you reading the bell jar

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"what are you doing?" jason dean asks, vaulting his legs over your windowsill and planting his boots upon your carpeted floor. "reading." you respond quietly, flipping the page. jason hums, joining you by flopping down on your bed. "what are you reading?" he asks, propping up his head upon his hand, his elbow jutting into your pillow. "the bell jar. heather chandler suggested it in english." your eyes scan over the words, soaking in every use of description. it was written in an appealing way.

"the bell jar?" jd laughs, and you finally pull away from the book to look at him. "what?" you frown, and he rolls his eyes. "should i put you on suicide watch next?" he teases, and you let out a huff, whacking his shoulder with the book. "okay- okay, i'm sorry doll." jason apologises, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw. "but look, you shouldn't take any suggestions from heather chandler." he tells you, and you can't help but roll your eyes. "okay, okay. so maybe she isn't the best person, but she's nice enough to me." you shrug, going to continue your reading. "wait- heather chandler- the heather chandler, is nice to you?" jason furrows his brows, sitting up so he was in your line of sight.

you nod, glancing to him briefly. "look, babe- please don't associate with her." jd rests a hand upon your knee, which brings your attention back to him. "i'm not associated with chandler. relax." you smile, and he nods a little. "okay.. okay." jd's shoulders deflate with relief, and he pushes your book away from your lap to lie down, his head resting upon your stomach. smiling, you cradle the book with one hand and comb through his hair with the other. your lover lets out a soft moan as you massage his scalp, eyes closing. balancing the bell jar against your arched leg, you read with a single hand whilst continuing to gently run your fingers through jd's soft hair.

the room is filled with a comfortable quiet, all that could be heard was jd's soft breaths and you occasionally turning the page. you're almost convinced that jason had fallen asleep on your lap, but he occasionally moves his hand, fingers gently caressing your side. after a while, you move your hand from his hair to link your fingers with his, and jd peers up at you with nothing less than adoration in his eyes. catching his gaze in your peripheral, your face breaks into a soft smile. "what?" you ask softly, and he laughs. "nothing." jd mutters, thumb grazing over your knuckles.

"no, tell me." finally, you put the book down, your now free hand carding through his hair. "i don't think so." jd smiles, sitting up with his back against your headboard, pulling you by your thighs so you sat on his lap. almost instinctively, your arms link around his pale neck, your chest pressing to his as you graze your lips over his softly. jay smiles before sealing the kiss, his hand trailing over your lower back whilst the other grips your thigh. after receiving a chain of similarly sweet kisses, jd mutters sweet nothings to you. it was mainly sweet compliments and i love you's. with a bright smile, you cradle jd's face, kissing him once more. "i love you too." you reply, words muffled against his pink tinted lips.

the two of you separate, and your head falls onto his shoulder, fingers playing with the baby hairs on the back of his neck. "are you staying the night?" you ask, eyelashes fluttering against his neck every now and then. "yeah, if it's no trouble... i can't stand my dad." he replies, massaging idle circles over your back. "it's completely fine. i know how your dad is." your words assure jd, and he smiles, giving your temple a gentle kiss. "thanks, darling." jd mumbles, letting his eyes close. "if you haven't eaten, we can probably order a pizza. my mom's working late so she left some spare money behind." you tell him, and he nods. "i truly don't mind, love. you can do whatever." jd responds, hand slipping up your shirt to trace shapes over your back.

"pizza it is then. pepperoni?" you smile, pulling from his neck to look at him. "of course. it's the superior choice." jd grins back, giving you one final kiss before you get up. "i'll order then. make yourself at home, babe." you leave your bedroom, fully knowing he'd follow you soon after. jd toes off his boots, leaving them by your bedroom door and shrugs off his coat, hanging it up beside your own jacket. with a smile on his face, jd strides from your room and follows you downstairs to where you were stood in the hallway with the phone angled against your shoulder and jaw as you flick through how much money you had. jd couldn't help but press a kiss to your shoulder as he stands behind you, hands gently grasping your hips. you smile, angling your head so you could acknowledge him stood there. jd stays huddled against you for the whole call until you put the phone upon the receiver. "it's coming in about 45 minutes, so.." you trail off, grabbing his hands. "let's watch a movie."

the way you smile makes jd smile too, and he immediately agrees. he's blind with love, but sometimes it wasn't a bad thing.

#jason dean #jason dean x reader #jason dean x you #jd x reader #heathers jd #// 🍄 muttshroom

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delopsia · 10 months

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Can’t stop thinking about your theory that Rhett has so many one night stand because he craves intimacy that he sure as hell ain’t getting from the family.

Imagine being the one to finally give him that!!

Imagine this:

Rhett is holding you in his arms after a month or so of fooling around. He’s finally realized that this is the longest the same girl has taken interest in him, and he gets this warm feeling as he looks down at you in his arms, sleeping peacefully.

Everything, for once, just feels right. And the poor, touch-starved can’t help but feel tears in his eyes as you cling onto him in your sleep, he finally feels wanted. And after a few more months and you both can’t help but to voice your true feelings for each other, he truly feels loved.

And your other thought about him going into the hole and finding a place that finally appreciates him?? I love that so much omgg

So imagine both of those thoughts fused together!

Rhett wakes up in the middle of the field after falling for who knows how long, and ends up being found by your family who owns the ranch currently near the “at time” Wabang (who knows if it shoots him to the last or the future 👀).

He ends up staying with your family and helps out with their ranch. At first he thinks he’s just landed himself in another type of hell, but it’s… different. They don’t ridicule him, they don’t shove him off to the side. They tell him constantly that they appreciate his work, that they like having him around and they don’t seem like they’re using him as a scapegoat for anything.

And it all gets even better when you two seem to just gravitate towards each other. Maybe you’re taking care of the animals as he’s coming in from the pasture, you lock eyes and can’t seem to turn away.

Rhett fell into a hole and not only found a family that shows him the appreciation he deserves, but he also finds the woman who would do more for him than Maria ever could

This was long, but I hope you liked it ❤️

Being! The! One! To! Finally! Give! Him! That! Ugh, what a dream 😩The poor thing getting all teary-eyed, bottom lip starting to wobble because he's just realized that he's wanted? I had to go lay on my kitchen floor to process the image in my head.

I can absolutely see him acting very similarly the first time you say that you love him.

You say it out of the blue a few months in, on a walk together through the west pasture, because it's calving season, and you've always loved seeing the babies. And at first, you're worried that he didn't hear you, but the hand holding yours begins to shake, and you look over to find big, watery blue eyes peering back at you.

You have to be careful when you say it because he gets like that so easily. Like he's never expected someone to say that to him and mean it.

Ugh, and Rhett finding love and appreciation by jumping into the hole? 😭 I have a sneaking suspicion Royal would somehow show up trying to gEt hIS sOn bAcK but!! He gets to stay on his home ranch and be appreciated for everything he does?

I can only imagine; maybe he's hopped into the future, and the family that's moved there is struggling a bit because they didn't grow up on this land like he did. But he knows it so well, and he gets to teach others the things that he knows? He gets to be a vital part of keeping the ranch alive, but he's also got the option of leaving with no hard feelings because the family here doesn't act like he owes them something? Talk about a dream come true for a worn-out cowboy.

I loved the slight jab at Maria at the end there🤣this was all so precious, omg, thank you for sharing, lovely :D

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott headcanons #high-speed-r #delgato's asks

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The Hare and The Tower

Chapter Three: Torn & Lost

AN: You know the scene where Aemond was getting jumped in the last episode, that pretty accurately describes how it felt trying to write this chapter, life has been kicking my ass. Once again, thank you to everyone who’s been reading this story, I get a boost of seretonin every time I see someone like or reblog it! I’ll try to keep writing till I have no more ideas left. Now buckle up folks, you’re about to read my attempt to write a dance scene because I have no clue what dances are like in Game of Thrones. There was so much music inspo for this chapter it was unbelievable.

Trigger Warning: age gap, other than that none really

Word Count: 2.5k

Taglist: @riviaborns @dogmatic255 @amethystwonders11 @snowymarvel1205 @helloimlateforeverything @newandykes

Summary: A royal ball is thrown at the Red Keep becoming one of the most magical nights in Jesmyn’s memory.

Chapter Four: So This Is Love

113 AC, Westeros

Wonder and amazement, it was the two emotions which shone in Jesmyn’s eyes as she observed her surroundings. Upon the walls of the great throne room, magnificent red and black silk banners draped from the surfaces, all proudly bearing the Targaryen sigil. Flames from candles and torches merrily danced illuminating the tables filled with platters of food of every kind. So much so, dishes were dangerously close to falling off the edge. Similarly, the entire hall was packed full of people; alive with conversations, laughter, and of beautiful music. King Viserys would not stand for anything less for such an occasion. After all, this was a feast to celebrate the successful birth of the new prince, Aegon II.

Every noble attending the feast wore their best finery and all their sparkling jewelry, chattering happily with goblets of wine ready in their hand. Jesmyn herself, was dressed in a new gown made from the finest silk that flowed behind her as she zigzagged through the dancing crowd. It was hard to escape the bubbly laughter of ladies or the rustling fabric of dresses and capes which moved with their owners. In the soft, dim glow of the candlelight, she wondered was there ever a time where everyone looked this beautiful.

Jesmyn leaned against a pillar, her eyes moving from the musicians, then to the young nobles; who looked on from the sides whilst servants waited on them with wine decanters and platters of food. She studied each face in turn. She was looking for her mother, she always had a penchant for immersing herself at parties. Across the room, boisterous laughter of men rang out, causing Jesmyn to glance off to the side. It originated at the long table in front of the Iron Throne, meant for the royal family and council members. There, King Viserys sat at the center of the laughing jovially as members of the court congratulated him. Alicent had delivered him the living son he had craved for so long, the son that most of the court and the country were eagerly anticipating.

Jesmyn couldn’t recall a time King Viserys had been this radiant, most likely before Queen Aemma’s tragic death. However, to King Viserys’ left and right told a completely story. Rhaenyra appeared to be absolutely miserable while Alicent kept a smile on her face, but grimaces of pain would slip through from time to time. Jesmyn pitied Rhaenyra, everyone knew what was to come now that a prince had been born. As her friend, she wanted to comfort Rhaenyra, but the Princess remained dead set on treating her like she was another just another member of the court ever since their fallout. Jesmyn hardly wanted to broach upon the predicament with Alicent.

When Jesmyn and her family finally made it to the front of the receiving line to perform the customary good wishes to the King and Queen, even King Viserys could sense the tension between the three girls.

"House Clarick congratulates you greatly, my king!" Lord Clarick said, with a bow as Jesmyn and her mother mimic him.

“Many thanks to you and your family, Lord Clarick,” King Viserys replied, smiling at him.

“I am glad to see you safe my Queen,” Jesmyn said sincerely, looking at Alicent. “I kept you and the baby in my prayers during your labors,” she informed.

“Thank you, Lady Clarick,” Alicent responded, the muted anger palpable in her voice.

Jesmyn turned her focus back to the king, “I hope Prince Aegon brings you and your family everlasting joy,” she wished, her eyes involuntarily locking with Rhaenyra’s. Currents of unspoken words flowing between them. “Your Highness,” she added quickly, after the awkward pause.

The action was subtle, but Jesmyn saw King Viserys brow lift, feeling the estrangement between his daughter, his wife, and her.

King Viserys smiled once more, “I believe he will Lady Jesmyn, thank you,”

In a different life, all three of them would be dancing and laughing together without a care in the world. Jesmyn exhaled deeply, her eyes growing misty and her chest tightening. She placed her hand on her neck, the room was suddenly too warm, too stuffy. The perfumed heat of the room was suffocating her. Pushing herself off the pillar, she worked her way through closely-packed bodies, jostling her with their careless movements. Jesmyn stopped on her path to accept a glass of wine before continuing to her destination, the wide open doors of the balcony.

Above, the sky was black except for twinkling stars and the sliver of the pale, but the streets of King’s Landing below blazed with light and color. After a trying year, the prince’s birth served to finally relieve some apprehension and enjoy life. Walking closer to the stone railing, Jesmyn let her eyes slide close with a smile, inhaling the fresh air.

“You remain true to your name, Lady Jesmyn,”

The voice was warm and tinted with humor, but still made Jesmyn jump lightly, her wine nearly spilling as her eyes popped open. She cocked her head over her shoulder and found herself looking into the finely aging face of Lord Hightower. With his arms behind his back, he was the very picture of wealth and power in his robes.

She curtsied, “Lord Hightower,” Jesmyn greeted, before raising up. “You gave me quite the fright,” she said, a crooked grin gracing her features.

“Do forgive me my lady, it was never my intention,” he apologized. “I only wished to say good evening to you,” he said, moving beside her.

“Oh?” Jesmyn said, a teasing smirk on her lips. “It is a good evening, but was that the only reason you sought me out?” she wondered playfully, sipping daintily from the goblet.

Lord Hightower cheeks flexed, a small smile slipping across his face. Unabashedly, his eyes raked over her features with slow perusal, taking in every inch of her. It made Jesmyn’s heart leap, her face flush.

“I am afraid I’ve been found out,” Lord Hightower confessed. “Such a grand night, and yet I could not help but feel the absence of the lady I desired to see most,” he commented, his voice deep and rich in timbre. “I hadn’t a chance to converse with you all night. You left the throne room with such speed, I thought a hare was loose,” he said.

Jesmyn’s ears burned, shifting her gaze to the red liquid in her cup.

“Desired to see the most,” she thought.

“You flatter me my lord,” she said, her eyes flitting upwards. “Quick I may be, but you’ll be happy to know a pair of large ears will not sprout from my head,” she quipped, placing her goblet of wine down.

At this, the two shared a hearty laugh, Lord Hightower’s blue eyes alight with amusement. A comfortable silence settled between them, and the faint sound of music echoed from the lightened ballroom into the night air. For the first time this night, Jesmyn felt content. Then, a particularly strong evening breeze swept in, the warm air ruffling the layers of her dress and blowing strands of hair into her face which escaped her updo to frame her face. Jesmyn inhaled deeply, Lord Hightower’s scent offering a new fragrance of musk and spices to the air. She glanced over to him to admire his sharp features, the moonlight casting a shadow which made them all the more prominent.

“You are the very essence of beauty, Lady Jesmyn,” he said, gazing at her with such adoration and fondness. “Just like you’re portrait,” he added.

“You were satisfied then? With the miniature?”

“I am,”

“My mother thought me vain when I first commenced my work,” Jesmyn informed, with a chuckle. “I had to put a mirror in front of me while working,” she explained.

"Until I told her who the portrait was for,” Jesmyn thought.

“For Lord Hightower? Oh my! Jesmyn, you must finish this quickly!”

Lord Hightower grinned causing the fine lines etched into the corners of his eyes to make him look younger than he actually was.

“Maybe I am vain,” Jesmyn joked, tilting her head. “Here I am talking about myself, when it’s you I should be focusing on,” she said, shifting to her side. “Congratulations are in order, Lord Hightower,” Jesmyn stated. “You must be a very proud father,” she continued. “Your daughter is in good health after her labors and delivered a healthy baby boy,” she remarked.

“Thank you, Lady Jesmyn. I am indeed proud of her,” he replied, turning his body to face hers. “I can think another thing which would make me prouder,” he said.

“And that would be?”

"Well, as a gentleman of Westeros, it would be amiss of me to not ask for your hand for the next dance,” Lord Hightower said, offering his arm. “If you haven’t promised your hand to another Lord already,” he added.

A grin split on Jesmyn’s face and she went to link her arm with his, but faltered.

“I haven’t,” she said, uncertainty growing on her face. “But are you not concerned? Everyone will be watching us,” she stressed.

The court always seemed full of all sorts of talk, but gossip never flowed as freely as it did during a ball. Passionless marriages, sordid affairs, embittered nobles, unrequited love, and scandalous elopers. Whenever there was a large gathering of nobles, rumors were sure to follow.

“They’ve already been talking,” he countered.

“People will talk more,” Jesmyn said. “You are The King’s Hand. I am a lady from a minor and unimportant house from the Riverlands—”

“Whom I love most dearly,” he said, quickly cutting her off.

For a second, Jesmyn felt her heart stop beating. All she wanted to do in that moment was fling herself around Lord Hightower and embrace him tightly, but she knew it couldn't happen. Not unless she wanted to bring shame to her name and her family’s. She bit her lower lip, looking over her shoulder to see silhouettes of figures dancing. Lightly, she felt fingers on her chin, guiding it so her eyes were on him.

“Do you trust me?”

“With all my heart,”

Freely, Jesmyn raised her hand for him to take, making his lips upturn. Lord Hightower gently wrapped his fingers around hers and led her back into the throne room. Unconsciously, she squared her shoulders and lifted her chin high. The two of them weaved through bodies of nobles and she could hear the whispers which followed behind them. Jesmyn’s heart began to hammer in her chest, as though her heart pursued a desperate escape.

Suddenly, she felt a squeeze around her hand subtle, but reassuring as they parted to take their places before the musicians played their next piece. The music began with the beating of a drum and then a lively tune from the violinist. The men one side bowed while the ladies opposite of them curtsied before everyone began to dance.

As one, lords and ladies all step forward then back, next the ladies stepped to their right and walked to their partner, circling around before coming to face them again. In unison, every lord extended their hands which the ladies took. Jesmyn and Lord Hightower moved as one, their eyes never leaving one another’s. Their feet moved to the melody of the song, bodies closing the distance between them and then moving apart again. When it came time to twirl her around, a tender smile appeared on Lord Hightower’s features as he followed the routine. With every step they made, her gown and his robe swished around their feet as they danced. Smiling, Jesmyn took her next position with the other dancers close to the tables and heard one woman gasp.

"Is that The Hand dancing with Lady Jesmyn?" the woman asked, to a noble beside her.

“It would appear so,”

“I haven’t seen Lord Hightower dance in ages, not since his wife passed,”

Jesmyn could only wonder what she must look like to the onlookers, but instead focused on the final movements of the dance. She and Lord Hightower stepped forward at the same time, her hands landing on his shoulders while both of his were placed on her waist. Then, Jesmyn felt herself being lifted in the air, twirling her in a circle as a folds of royal blue raged around them in unison with the other ladies. And for a moment, dresses of every color and pattern decorated the air while they spun. Jesmyn’s brown eyes were wide with delight, a bright grin adorning her face as she was brought back down to the floor. The song trailed onto its last note, concluding the end of the dance.

Everyone parted from their partner and turned to the musicians, applause and cheers echoing in the hall. Servants had resumed milling around, offering wine and gently spiced delicacies to all. Though Jesmyn and Lord Hightower stayed attentively transfixed on each other, both a little out of breath. In that moment, throne room and the crowd within it all melted away as time slowed almost into nonexistence. Wordlessly, he grabbed her hand and pressed a lingering kiss to her knuckles.

“Thank you Lady Clarick, for such a splendid dance,” he said, releasing her hand. “It was privilege to be your partner,” he complimented, before walking away.

Around her, couples began to rearrange themselves for the next song about to be played and Jesmyn slowly retreated from the floor in a dreamlike state. Euphoria coursed through Jesmyn’s veins, gods, she felt like a maiden from the tales she used to read over and over again as a little girl. Her head spun in giddiness and her knees were weak. Immediately, Jesmyn’s eyes wandered in search of her mother and father, who undoubtedly were now bragging their daughter had danced with The King’s Hand. In her search, Jesmyn’s gaze pinned on someone other than her parents, it was Alicent’s.

Ice seemed to spread within Jesmyn from the cold, narrowed eyes of the queen. Out of nowhere, warmth enveloped her. It was her parents, happily embracing her in a hug.

“Oh my girl, you were wonderful out there!” Lady Clarick gushed.

“Tonight, you have made your house proud!” Lord Clarick said happily.

Without hesitation, her mother hooked their arms together and led her away from her spot, chattering excitedly. A smile began to creep back on Jesmyn’s face and she looked over to her mother.

“Mother, you gush over my dance with The Hand, but I haven’t told you the best part,” Jesmyn said, watching Lady’s Clarick eyes light up with interest. She leaned over to her mother’s ear. “He told me, ‘I was the very essence of beauty,’” she said, drawing back and the loudest gasp came from Lady Clarick.

“You must tell me more!”

Staring into her mother’s gleaming eyes, Jesmyn decided to disregard the glares which came from both Rhaenyra and Alicent. Tonight was what dreams were made of, and she’ll be damned before she let them spoil what can only be described as the happiest night of her life.

“Well, it all started on the balcony, Mother,” Jesmyn began, smiling ear to ear.

Chapter Five: The King’s Hand

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𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐞

╰┈➤ 🎄 Blinking his eyes into focus, Rikai shoots another look above. It's rather futile with his impaired vision, but even if he still had his glasses on, Amahiko figures it would be hard for him to notice. And there he went through the trouble of arranging a phallic display out of a normal mistletoe, using two little pinecones and one longer leaf in the middle, tying it off with a pretty red ribbon… "This is Amahiko's sexletoe."

Tendo Amahiko x Kusanagi Rikai • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Established Relationship; Morning Sex; Embarrassment; Teasing; Making Out; Dry Humping; Hand Jobs; Mutual Masturbation; Neck Kissing; Marking; Secret Relationship; Sex Education; Premature Ejaculation; Size Difference; Some Humor; Aftercare; Praise Kink; Dacryphilia • wordcount: 4,422 • masterlist

a/n: Merry Charismas! This pairing will be the death of me. Luckily I'm not alone in that, hence this being a xmas present for my darling pookie <3

"Good morning! Good morning! It's time to wake up, everyone! Good morniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!"

Like the world's loudest, most annoying and stressful, unsnoozable alarm that he is, Rikai once again takes on the important task of bringing order in the most godforsaken early hours of the morning, ensuring that his housemates are out of their beds by the very beginning of the day in order to make the best out of it.

Today as usual, the last one to show up at their door and pass the wake-up check is none other than Rikai's (secret) boyfriend, Amahiko.

It pains him, how different they are in that department. No matter Rikai's tireless efforts, Amahiko retains a harmful routine of going to bed awfully late at night. By Rikai's standards, that's it.

By the time everyone else makes their way downstairs, no matter how sluggishly they do it or how much they grunt and moan about it, Amahiko still hasn't shown up at his door, so Rikai takes it upon himself to wake him up. He takes hold of his whistle, shoving it between his lips readily as he turns the doorknob and enters the room.

A big mountain blocks his way, and it turns out it's not a mountain at all, it's Amahiko's ample chest. The clash, albeit cushioned, leaves Rikai's glasses askew on his face and his mouth open in a voiceless scream. It becomes a rather well-voiced one once he adjusts his glasses to see that Amahiko's chest is naked ontop of it all, with his sleeping robe disheveled and open after a luxurious but short sleep session.

PPPPPPPPPPPP!

"Rikai… not so early in the morning, I beg of you…"

The usual vigor in Amahiko's voice is gone, changed for a husky and low sleep-marred one. Rikai finds himself taken aback by it for a split-second, despite the fact that this is far from the first time he's seen Amahiko in a similarly tired state. Even since they started dating, Rikai finds himself reacting differently to more and more things that were commonplace in their daily life up till that point.

"…Good morning. You're late. Everyone else started with their day already!"

Raking his fingers through his disheveled purple locks and putting them out of his face, Amahiko murmurs a good morning back at Rikai. It's then that he realizes where exactly they're both standing, and the lively spark returns in his pale blue eyes in a flash.

"I was just about to show up, yet here you are at my door. Rikai… don't tell me you meant for us to run into each other right here."

"Hai? I just wanted you to get up already."

Amahiko flashes Rikai a naughty grin, acknowledging his total ignorance of the situation. He reaches out, wrapping one arm around Rikai's head to drag him closer, throwing a quick look on his left and on his right. Paying attention to his surroundings for a pair of watching eyes has never really been Amahiko's style. But love changed him. At least for the sake of… Rikai's sanity.

He uses the proximity combined with Rikai's stunned state to whisper in his ear, "Look above."

Rikai's more than confused with Amahiko's sudden and strange acts of affection and twice as embarrassed, hurrying to direct his gaze to where Amahiko pointed out if it means not facing the taller man right now. And there, hanging on the doorframe he sees… a mistletoe.

"T-This is a—"

"Do you know what it is?"

Rikai freaks out just a little bit, just some barely noticable shaking and occasional incoherent stuttering as he tries to name the ominous for him object. Having visible trouble tying the syllables together, perhaps by sheer shock and not by incompetence, he resorts to taking out his faithful journal for help.

Haphazardly flipping the pages until he finds the right one, he taps his finger on the notes he took. "This is a m-mistletoe. It's a parasitic plant propagated by birds… it's used as a Christmas decoration and… traditionally, when a couple happens to simultaneously stand under it…they must… they must…k-k-k-k-kiss."

"You've done your homework, Rikai… good boy."

Rikai's face turns all the redder as he hears this. The only thing worse than his all too obvious reaction to being praised by Amahiko-sensei when it comes to all things love-related that the charisma of Sex has taught him in the duration of their relationship so far, is the fact that now it doesn't stop here. The impending practical part of that lesson is hanging heavy in the air around them, as neither makes a move to leave the margin of the doorframe, afraid of breaking the rule of that age-old tradition.

Rikai takes a sharp inhale, as if preparing for the air to be stolen right out of his lungs in just a second, and he reaches for his glasses to put them ontop of his head so that they're not in the way.

Amahiko quietly waits for him to finish removing the obstacle and to close his eyes in nervous expectation, amused by the cuteness and innocence of the act.

"However, I'm afraid this is no regular mistletoe."

"Huh?"

Blinking his eyes into focus, Rikai shoots another look above. It's rather futile with his impaired vision, but even if he still had his glasses on, Amahiko figures it would be hard for him to notice. And there he went through the trouble of arranging a phallic display out of a normal mistletoe, using two little pinecones and one longer leaf in the middle, tying it off with a pretty red ribbon…

"This is Amahiko's sexletoe."

He presents his creation with pride, not able to help the way his eyes sparkle at it finally having its time to shine.

There is a second of silence, much like the calm before a storm. Amahiko can almost hear Rikai's thought process.

Mistletoe → Kissing.. Sexletoe → ……..

"HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH??? H-H-H-H-H-HUH? S-sexELTOE? S-s-s-s-sexELTOE? NO WAY SUCH THING EXISTS"

"But it does. It's right above our heads."

"THEN, WHAT DOES IT-"

"It's quite simple. When people stand together under the sextletoe… they must engage in having sex together."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

Rikai is not sure if hearing his thoughts being confirmed feels better or worse. For one, he'd never be able to live down the shame of guessing such an obscure thing correctly, but, now that he knows he's right…

"WHAT KIND OF CHRISTMAS TRADITION IS THAT?"

"A sexy one."

Rikai is now completely losing it, unable to stay still, taking a step back and then a step forward, not really knowing what to do. He's mumbling something incoherent, knowing that Amahiko won't budge an inch from his position to let him inside the room before this is resolved.

As endearing as this whole ordeal is to Amahiko, he's not that cruel. He places a hand on Rikai's arm as if to soothe his trembling, as well as to catch his attention. This, of course, is quickly misunderstood by Rikai who flinches at the act, crossing his arms in an x-shape protectively.

"Rikai. If you don't want to do this, we don't have to."

Being a pervert and being a gentleman doesn't have to be mutually exclusive traits - for Amahiko they actually go hand in hand. Starting his morning with Rikai's erotic face at the realization he set himself up for having sex, is like half of the sex-having for Amahiko. His senses are now wide awake and charged with the sexual energy required to push him through the day. He's lucky to have a boyfriend like Rikai who makes every moment so exciting.

That's what he thinks, accepting the small treat he received on this beautiful albeit too early morning, and he believes that it's over, knowing Rikai fairly well to be confident in his upcoming response.

Unless Rikai succeeds at surprising him again.

His answer is yet to come, as Rikai squirms in his place, his hands now hugging around himself, gaze pointed at his feet. And Amahiko realizes this is no delay in the response; this is the response itself.

"Rikai?"

"I-It's a tradition, Amahiko. Traditions are… to be kept with."

Amahiko's icy blue eyes widen in surprise. So then, he wants to…

He sees it now. This too, is so Rikai of him.

His blood runs hot, speeding up his heart rate, pumping hot currents all the way south to spur his cock to life.

"Ahhhhhhh… Rikai… then, don't make Amahiko wait anymore!"

"Why are you already-?!" Rikai is cut off by Amahiko capturing the string of his whistle in his hand and pulling him in closer. With no room to escape or to prepare for the kiss, Rikai's plush, agape in a gasp lips clash into Amahiko's awaiting ones, meeting in an open-mouthed and needy-looking kiss.

Amahiko's kisses always serve to rob Rikai of whatever is left of his reason, melting his brain until he can do nothing but dance that lustful dance with Amahiko, giving in and granting him permission to invade his mouth with his tongue. And the latter always takes his sweet time with it; where Rikai expects a fierce kiss that steals the air right out of him, Amahiko always manages to slow things down after the playfulness of initiating the kiss. He asks permission so delicately, his wet muscle testing Rikai's willingness before the other allows him entrance. But it's so often that their first kiss of the make-out session is but another lesson. It's Amahiko's "this is how I love to be kissed", it's him withdrawing his tongue to pull back and flash Rikai a half-lidded gaze of "do that to me next".

Rikai does his best to be an attentive lover, despite how despicable all of this is to him. He strongly believes that the Order of love is to give and to take in equal amounts and… even if he prefers his more experienced partner to take the lead and take from him, he understands that Amahiko wants to be thoroughly loved in return and to be taken from just as much.

This is what his boyfriend taught him about love and pleasure, and what he continues to teach him in an abundance of new ways that never fail to make Rikai feel like it's their very first time participating in intimacies.

Rikai's trembling hands slowly find their way to Amahiko's waist, floating in the air just around it and not quite hugging it yet, until they do.

"Mmm…"

It's how Amahiko lets him know he's doing a good job. A noise of pleasure is ripped out of Amahiko's throat every time Rikai recalls what makes his boyfriend feel good; it's like praise to him.

Rikai failed to notice that by pulling him in closer, Amahiko made him step inside the room, and while the white-haired man is immersed in the kiss, Amahiko reaches behind him to slam the door shut, disconnecting them from the rest of the world. From there on it's easy for Amahiko to guide Rikai where he wants him; kissing him is his power-off button of sorts, as he must be so concentrated on it he can't follow anything else that Amahiko does. The latter often uses that to his advantage; prepping up things so they can take the next step, or inflicting pleasure on his boyfriend when he least expects it just to enjoy the heightened effects of it.

Rikai's back meets with the hard wooden door, and he gets startled a little by it, not understanding how the transition happened. It makes him interrupt the kiss, looking up to meet Amahiko's gaze.

"Must we… do it… at the door?"

Amahiko's lips curl in a smirk. Rikai has no idea how he's looking right now, still trying to be prim and proper even when his face is a kiss-abused mess. Cheeks red and pupils blown with lust, a hand coming to rest just over his lips, one finger pad touching his freshly sucked-on plump lower lip.

He would do anything if Amahiko told him to, wouldn't he? As long as he feels like he's keeping up with the Order, even if it's a made-up one that only exists in Amahiko's perverted world… a world that Rikai is now a part of…

"No, Rikai, I'm afraid that would be rather inconvenient, after all. I'm sure it would be no harm if we moved our activities to the bed instead. Unless you want to fuck me here at the door…"

"Nonono, as you said, that would be rather inconvenient. Let's go to the bed."

Sucking on a breath to summon some of his typical decisiveness, Rikai captures Amahiko's wrist to lead him to bed. Something the plum-haired man has done to him many times before. Rikai must not understand anymore what's considered proper relationship etiquette and what is just Amahiko being extra. Either way, his boyfriend is simply thrilled to witness these subtle changes in his demeanor caused by his antics rubbing off on Rikai. God knows he will turn him into a pervert just like himself one day…

It's when he takes those few steps in the direction of Amahiko's round bed that Rikai realizes the stretch at the front of his pants affecting his movement. Without realizing it, he got erect just by a kiss…

Albeit he was the one to lead the way, Rikai is hesitant to sit down and Amahiko does so before him. Rikai throws a look at the messed-up sheets, a product of hours of sleep. The undone bed of Amahiko is a sight he connects to… visions he will never confess out loud, but it doesn't fail to get a reaction out of him. It serves as a reminder of their current situation.

Seeing Rikai's hesitation, Amahiko takes the chance to pull Rikai right into his lap instead. It's much better than the awkward seat next to him his boyfriend would otherwise take, with their knees briefly touching and their bodies turned to the side in order to caress each other in more of those passionate kisses. And Amahiko loves, loves, loves having Rikai on his lap; being able to touch him all over and restrict his jumpy movements, to press him close in his embrace and to see his reactions up close… it's pure ecstasy.

"A-Amahiko, wait…"

Rikai puts a hand on Amahiko's mouth, the only effective way to prevent those conquering lips from planting themselves all over his face once again. As well as to be able to speak without any unwanted interruptions.

"This feels a little bit… embarrassing… to be doing this so early in the morning—AAAAck!"

He has to withdraw his hand as soon as he registers Amahiko's wet tongue licking the inside of it.

"There's nothing wrong with that, my damoiseau. Most couples find it more pleasurable to start their day with sex."

"W-What shameless couple would make sex in broad daylight—"

"There are health benefits to it. It helps blood circulation, awakens the body… maybe we can even change your morning stretch for this."

"No, we won't."

"Okay, we won't. But indulging once in a while shouldn't be so bad, don't you think, Rikai?"

"I… I guess so. But don't let that get a habit with you. My morning routine is strict and surely there is no room for such obscene acts in it. Not to mention how it messes up with my head for a good awhile afterward, you are very aware of that. I have a very responsible role in ensuring each morning in this sharehouse takes on its correct route, with every resident getting through the steps of the routine to-"

"Ahhh, Rikai… the way you're grinding on my cock…"

"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?" Rikai raises his voice, all too late to understand that this is not Amahiko avoiding being scolded but rather giving a genuine reaction to being stimulated. There must be something purely instinctual in Rikai's movements for him not to realize he's conducting them at all.

He places his hands on Amahiko's broad shoulders, as if to ground himself once Amahiko answers with some friction of his own, but that only leaves his waist unguarded for Amahiko's large hands to rest on both sides of it. Now it's Amahiko that does the grinding, throwing his head back in his usual "ecstasy" stance.

Rikai realizes he's been holding his breath in only when it comes out broken, in the form of a rather needy moan. He's always overly ashamed of his own voice, looking for ways to muffle it no matter how many times Amahiko tells him it's the most erotic sound he's ever heard. Or perhaps exactly because of it.

"Let's get you out of those thigh pants. You must be aching."

Rikai tenses up when Amahiko reaches to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, finding it awkward to stay there as Amahiko undresses him. Thankfully, it seems like Amahiko has no plans of getting his pants fully off him at least for now. For a man who strips at any convenient occasion - hell, even at the inconvenient ones - he's rather considerate of Rikai's discomfort with nakedness. He's thankful that they're taking things slow, gradually making progress until they arrive at that point which would require… full-on nakedness.

He is aching, Amahiko was right. It feels so good to be freed of the confines of his pants, even if it has nothing on the way Amahiko's oh-so-warm hand wraps around him.

"Nghh-"

"Shh, Rikai. I will stroke you gently."

He keeps true to his word, moving his fisted hand up and down from the base to the tip of cock in calculated motion. It's what Rikai wanted, yet it quickly becomes unwanted, as the levels of his desire quickly exceed the levels of satisfaction granted by Amahiko.

"M-m-more…"

"What was that, Rikai? Did you say something?"

Biting on his bottom lip and planting his forehead on Amahiko's shoulder, Rikai tries to breathe through his nose as an alternative to letting out those shameful moans.

"I want more… Amahiko… touch me more…"

It's more embarrassing than anything; to confess his desires so openly, to admit how they take over him so completely, and to say his lover's name so needilly while at it. He knows Amahiko wants just that; they've been through it many times already. Memories of his larger boyfriend practically bullying him into dropping the honorific attached to his name. "Rikai, how come you're doing such an intimate act with someone yet you're not on close enough terms with them already to drop the honorific?" - he had played that line many times in his mind, finding himself defeated by the ground logic behind it.

"As you wish."

Amahiko haphazardly pulls down on Amahiko's turtleneck to expose a small area of his neck, enough to latch his lips at. He loves and hates that piece of clothing; the way it hides Rikai's pale skin is simultaneously erotic for being so out of reach, and restricting as he finds himself fighting with it every time he wants to give his neck some love bites.

Though, isn't that why he wears it in the first place? So he can hide his lover's marks underneath? Rikai has strongly disagreed with that logic in the past.

He keeps stroking Rikai in his right hand, while he uses the left one to slip underneath the black fabric. He practically feels Rikai's chest rising and falling in deep, air-thirsty breaths, as he slides his hand all the way up to its destination. He feels a soft nipple under the pads of his fingers, and begins toying with it underneath the clothing.

"Ahhh- Nghhh…"

"So sensitive." Amahiko lets out a moan of his own, getting off on pleasuring his boyfriend. He resumes his sucking on his neck, making beautiful red marks bloom on Rikai's fair complexion. Rikai is going to scold him later for them. He's looking forward to it.

"Rikai. Touch me too."

It catches the Charisma of Order unprepared, a task so challenging while his mind is so occupied by the tides of pleasure rushing through him so aggressively. He puts in his best effort, hands clumsily palming around Amahiko's pelvis to find and undo his sleep robe's belt and expose what's underneath it.

Amahiko's cock springs out free, and Rikai hesitantly wraps a hand around it. It shouldn't be so hard, to jerk him off while they're making out. Yet as inexperienced as Rikai is, not even the resemblance to pleasuring himself can help him, for he has no history of doing that. Even now that they've been through all of this, Rikai can't help but remember their first time and all the new sensations he faced on that fateful night, long-negotiated before.

"Ngghhh… Rikai… right there… don't stop…"

It's absurd, how little it takes for Amahiko to start spilling out moan after moan so shamelessly. Rikai is sure the pleasure can't be that great for someone like Amahiko whose whole life is seemingly weaved out of the fabric of sexual stimulation… though he's far from the thought that Amahiko is faking it for the sake of making him feel better. It's somehow…comforting, to know that they meet in the middle of that "easily satisfied" trait, as strange as that is.

It soon becomes a cycle of pleasure that neither wants to disrupt; both eager to please and be pleased, hands busy at work and mouths searching for each other in a kiss would either help them find their ground or drag them deeper into the pit of lust. Kissing Amahiko is one great way of keeping him quiet, especially with the current circumstances where they can't depend on the night to shelter and hide them from any nosy housemates. Even though Rikai is fairly sure noone comes near the radius of Amahiko's door, cautious not to become a witness of something of exactly this nature. It would take ages for the others to suspect anything.

Rikai's thoughts are soon reduced to obscure images of Amahiko touching him elsewhere; applying all his perverted ways to pleasure him until he-

"Ahhh… Ahhh—Amahiko-wait, Amahiko-!"

It's of no use. Before Rikai can warn his boyfriend of his rapidly upcoming orgasm, he reaches the point of no return - and just like that, he is pushed over the edge, ejaculating in Amahiko's hand.

Amahiko is surprised but quick to react, not pausing his movements for a second despite Rikai's jerking and tousling in his arms, likely trying to prevent this from happening so early.

"Rikai, let yourself go. It's alright."

He strokes out a good orgasm out of him, with the copious amounts of cum coming out telling him has once again not touched himself since they last had sex.

By the end of it, Rikai is trembling, breathing heavily, and with tears in the corners of his eyes.

"I— I didn't mean to e-ejaculate so early— I'm so—"

"Don't you apologize now, Rikai. It's so sexy of you to fail to hold back. You were simply irresistible."

Rikai's heart is hammering in his chest, Amahiko can practically feel it where he has his palm over it. He slowly removes his hands not to overstimulate him, while still holding Rikai close, and goes for another kiss. But Rikai turns his face, visibly troubled by something.

"Amahiko, you didn't—"

"Not much longer. Rikai, would you please touch me for a little longer?"

Rikai can barely believe his ears. For him to get off on just this is one thing, but for Amahiko-

Nonetheless, he determinedly listens to his boyfriend, using not just one but two hands to bring him pleasure. Amahiko's impressive girth is best accommodated by both of his hands, after all.

It's a little embarrassing, to be presented with Amahiko's lewd reactions this close. He makes for a truly tantalizing sight, with his arched brow and saliva-glistening lips parted in euphoria. Rikai hates the effect this face has on his poor heart, even after reaching his orgasm.

It's not long before Amahiko's breath hitches and he produces some of his lewdest-yet moans, announcing his climax. The thick ropes of cum shooting out of him coat Rikai's hands but he keeps stroking him through it, glad that his clumsy actions could get him off.

Now there is no reason for Rikai to deny the kiss, that's Amahiko's calculation, as he pushes the back of the white-haired man's head until their mouths meet for a messy kiss to ride the afterglows on. They keep doing it for awhile, before both withdraw for a much-needed breather.

"Amahiko…?"

Panting, the Charisma of Sex throws a curious, yet satisfied gaze at Rikai, waiting for him to continue.

"Will this…count? I mean, as sex."

…

Amahiko lets out a small chuckle. Rikai is simply adorable and oh-so clueless.

"It does if you want it to do. You could definitely say that we engaged in sexual activities just now. But if you feel like this doesn't align with your understanding of a full-on sexual act, then, in that case, it wasn't."

"This is…confusing. Surely there must be some rule to it…!"

"We create the rules, Rikai. Or do you want to do more so that the Sextletoe tradition is kept with?"

"No! It's enough as it is. It's clearly enough."

***

After some thorough aftercare that translates as 90% cleaning and getting himself back in his usual dressed-up, proper state, Rikai is ready to go on with his day. But that's not what he entered this room for, in the first place.

"Rikai, I never button-up my shirt that high."

"That only means you don't do it the correct way!"

Amahiko isn't exactly thrilled by Rikai returning the gesture, and he highly suspects that this is no aftercare anymore. It's simply Rikai being Rikai and forcing him out of bed and to start on with his day already. Does he need a reminder that it's only a little past 5 AM? All this trouble for Amahiko to eventually redo all of his efforts and jump right back under the covers the very moment Rikai goes out through the front door.

"Now, let's go downstairs already. I'm sure everyone's gathered around the table by now."

Rikai announces their leave, adorning a self-satisfied smile on his face as he takes a step forward in the direction of the door.

Just as Amahiko does the same thing right next to him.

Rikai cleans his through, stepping to the side and thus dodging a bullet.

"After you."

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Chapter Four

Nesta says goodbye to her friends, and leaves the Night Court. Beron puts pressure on Eris, and he realizes that bringing her to Autumn might prove to be more complicated than he anticipated.

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Saying goodbye was never easy. This was why Nesta preferred to avoid needless attachments in the first place. She hardly knew the meaning of friendship before she met Gwyn and Emerie. As a young girl, she had companions, but they weighed the social costs and benefits of proximity to an Archeron, and determined that it was an opportunity to better their own standing. When the money went, so did they. Matters on that front did not improve when they moved to the village, either. There was still a hierarchy. It was only then that she was made to understand what it meant to be on the bottom, although there was comfort in knowing she would no longer be used. It was better to be outwardly hated than lied to.

So she sat there, across from her friends, who had come to visit the House of Wind. It wasn’t an uncommon request, so neither of them batted an eye when Nesta asked them after training. Only she knew the true reason for their meeting, and the anticipation gnawed at her as they sat in a circle, discussing the latest romance novel that they were reading. She could hardly bring herself to participate in the conversation aside from a few quick remarks. Once there was a lull, she decided to broach the subject.

“I have something I need to tell you,” Nesta blurted out. It was Emerie who looked up first from her book, her dark eyebrows raised in confusion. Gwyn looked over at her with a similarly curious expression.

“No, don’t tell me, I’ll guess. You and Cassian are mates!” Gwyn said.

Emerie shushed her. “No way, my guess is that Elain has finally decided to come and train with us.”

The possibility that she and Cassian were mates was something that haunted her. It brought up her many conflicting feelings towards the male, let alone her uneasiness around the bond generally. It felt too permanent. There was no divorcing a mate, and the connection was so much deeper than a marriage. No, Nesta didn’t want a mate, and she couldn’t fathom why anyone else would disagree. However, the idea of Elain coming to train was a pleasant one. It wouldn’t be like her sister to come of her own volition, but then again, Nesta would never have chosen it for herself either. Elain had choices, but she did not. So when she asked her sister to come by, her invitation was ignored.

“No, neither of you got it,” Nesta said with a giggle, “I’m being deployed on a mission to the Autumn Court, and I leave tonight. This was all very short notice-”

“How long will you be away?” Gwyn asked. Nesta noticed her energy change completely at the mention of her mission.

“I’m not sure yet. I need to explain myself a bit more, though. You might hear news about me in the following weeks and it’s not what it seems-”

“Oh for the Cauldron’s sake, Nesta, you’re always so dramatic,” Emerie said with a laugh.

“Technically, I’m engaged to Eris Vanserra, but it’s fake. The ruse is all part of the mission.”

Her two friends gasped, but then Emerie quickly fell into laughter again. Gwyn joined her, and Nesta couldn’t help herself either. She supposed that the situation was quite funny, if she took a few steps back to examine it from a perspective that was not her own. Eventually, the priestess set her book down, and wrapped her arms around both of them.

“My dear friend Nesta, about to marry a future High Lord! You’ll have so many stories to tell once you return,” she said.

“I’m not marrying anyone!” Nesta’s cheeks were starting to turn red.

“So what’s the mission then?” Emerie asked.

She paused, but remembered that not even Azriel was told about the assassination. Even if she didn’t realize it at first, there was a sort of implied secrecy to the entire affair. Although she hated the idea of lying to her friends, the idea that the truth might put them in harm’s way was even more odious. If word of Rhys’s plan got out somehow, who knows what he might be capable of.

“I’m spying on Beron.” It was as close to the truth as she thought was safe.

“I guess Az and his shadows just weren’t up to the task,” Gwyn joked.

“No, I think this mission requires a bit more subtlety. Only a Valkyrie can infiltrate a court where it seems like they don’t believe females have brains,” Nesta quipped.

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After spending the afternoon with her friends, Nesta felt more self assured. When she told them, they didn’t react with the same anger or concern that Cassian had. There was an innate understanding among the group that they were a team of equals who trusted in the abilities of one another, even if they would always come to the defense of their friend. Gwyn and Emerie gave her the feeling that Autumn wasn’t a place to be feared, and that perhaps they ought to fear Nesta instead.

The feeling that she had after joking around with her friends for hours was indescribable. But when Gwyn returned to the library, and Emerie to Illyria, she felt an emptiness inside. It would soon be time to leave, so she holed up in her room to focus on packing. In a few short hours, Cassian knocked on her door. It did not take her long to pack, because she didn’t have many dresses anymore. She threw in her training leathers just in case, but she doubted it would be appropriate for a lady of the court.

“Come in,” she said.

“It’s- It’s time to go.” He stared at the floor as he spoke softly.

“Alright,” she said, picking up her bag and making her way to the exit. For the life of her, she could not figure the Illyrian out. They had slept together the previous night, and he even broke the unspoken rule between them by staying until morning. She had never seen him so affectionate before, but now it was as if a switch was flipped.

They didn’t speak again, and flew to the Hewn City.

When they arrived at the palace, they found the spare meeting room where Rhysand was waiting. Feyre, again, was suspiciously absent. Nesta couldn’t recall the last time she saw her sister, but it didn’t matter. She didn’t want Feyre to see her passed off like this. She had too much of an ego on her these days, and Nesta didn’t want to give her any more reasons to feel superior. Having to be ruled over by her youngest sister was enough.

The High Lord only nodded in acknowledgement as they walked in. The general didn’t seem to care that they now had an audience, because he brought her into his firm embrace. He leaned in to kiss her forehead, and then to whisper in her ear. “I’ll come to visit as soon as I can, and I’ll keep working to bring you home.”

“Cassian, please,” Rhysand said, ”Get off of her.”

He obeyed, and Nesta suddenly felt his arms fall away.

“And go home, before Eris arrives.”

He turned to leave, but looked back once more to offer a wink and a smile. Nesta’s expression remained blank as she watched him go, and Rhysand gestured for her to take a seat across from him at the table.

“How dramatic. You’d think I was actually marrying you off by the way you two act,” he scoffed.

There were so many things she could say. If she looked in the dictionary, she supposed she’d find his and Feyre’s picture right next to the word dramatic. Also the words egotistical, narcissistic, or obstinate. However, Nesta only rolled her eyes and waved her hand to dismiss him.

“That attitude of yours will not serve you well in Beron’s court.” Rhysand chuckled.

“Well I think that your attitude doesn’t serve you well either, in your own court, I might add.”

The High Lord’s face fell, but before he could respond, Eris entered the room. The male was dressed more casually than the last time she saw him, but he looked dashing nonetheless. He wore a dark brown jacket, with lighter colored pants. His hair was not as tightly restrained, either, and it had some life to it. He chose not to sit.

“Lady Archeron,” he said, with a subtle bow of his head, “Rhysand.”

Nesta almost laughed at the inclusion of a title for her, and her alone. Her countenance remained neutral, though, and she rose from her chair before walking to the Autumn male’s side.

“I suppose this is goodbye then,” Nesta said.

Rhysand looked past her, meeting Eris’s gaze instead. “She’s all yours.”

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Nesta did not realize how much she cherished the change in seasons before she came to Prythian. For humans, life revolved around them, which made it all the more strange for her to discover that so much of these lands existed in a perpetual, unchanging state. There may have been seasons in the Night Court, but it hardly had the same impact when time itself didn’t carry the same meaning.

Winnowing always made her feel nauseous, especially over long distances, so she took a moment to recover after Eris had brought them to Autumn. She was bent over, with her face resting in her palms. After that throbbing in her head lessened, she looked up and took in her surroundings. The colors were so bright that they blinded her briefly. She had never seen such brilliant shades of red, orange, and yellow as the ones that beamed back at her in the waning sunlight. Sure, there were daytime hours in Velaris, but they were relatively short in comparison to other Courts, or so she was told. Once her eyes adjusted, Nesta determined that the area where they landed was a clearing in what seemed to be a vast, and untouched forest.

“Are you alright?” Eris asked. He kept his distance, which she was grateful for.

Nesta still held her hand to her temple. Whether there was genuine concern in his voice, or if it was just empty civility, she couldn’t tell. “Yes, forgive me. I don’t winnow very frequently.”

Eris raised his eyebrow and smiled slightly, but she wasn’t sure what was so amusing. He extended his hand and gestured towards the dirt path ahead of them. “Winnowing directly into the House is forbidden, so we have to walk the last mile.”

He picked up her bag, and began walking. Perhaps he wasn’t joking when he implied that males acted more like gentlemen here. Nesta followed closely behind, with leaves crunching under each step. She didn’t doubt that in time, magic would become normalized to her, but that was not necessarily a good thing. In order to integrate into this world fully, she would have to betray a part of herself. As the years flew by, the memory of her old life would chip away in bits and pieces until there was nothing left. If only the Cauldron could have granted her a new mind to go along with this unfamiliar body, so she wouldn’t be burdened with old memories.

“Now that I’m here, I’d like to hear what your plan is,” Nesta said. The leaves kept crunching loudly underneath her shoes, so she took more careful steps. Her mother did always comment on how she stomped about the house as a child. It wasn’t ladylike then, and it certainly wasn’t now.

“Well, I’m sure I don’t have to explain to you why my father must die, but I can give you more insight on how he shall die. I have been recording his movements every day for the past year, hoping to discover exactly the right moment to strike. There is a trail network on the grounds where he walks by himself in the evenings. I can ensure that the manor guards are distracted, and all you have to do is show up. I will be with one or more of my brothers, or anyone else who could provide my alibi. It is important that mine be rock solid, because I am the one with the most vested interest in seeing him perish.”

“What about my alibi? And how will you explain his death? I imagine that the brutal slaying of a High Lord would prompt some investigation,” she said.

“Either my mother will provide one for you, or we will have to pretend you are visiting your sister in the Night Court, and they will vouch for you.”

Nesta’s stomach turned at the thought of relying on the inner circle for anything, let alone something so serious. Although she didn’t know the Lady of Autumn, she automatically had more trust in her to do the right thing. There would be nothing stopping Rhysand from betraying her. Then, she’d spend the rest of her miserable life locked up in a dungeon. Or perhaps she’d be executed. She supposed that in his eyes that would be a fitting punishment for allowing his sweet Feyre to step foot in the woods. It was a common sentiment in the Night Court that being a bad sister ought to earn you the death penalty.

“So does your mother know about your plans then?” She decided to pivot the conversation towards her, and not to even entertain the possibility of asking anyone else to provide her alibi.

“Not yet. The knowledge would put her in jeopardy, because she is obviously very close to my father at all times, so I am waiting for the right moment. Don’t you worry though, she has no love for him either.” Eris looked down at the ground when he spoke. She could sense that his mother was a touchy subject for him, and although Nesta couldn’t be certain, it was likely that she had been mistreated. Being married to Beron for centuries must have taken its toll on her. Nesta knew that abuse could beat a person down until they were not themselves anymore. Escape would seem impossible, or wrong.

“So who will you blame his death on?” She was certain that he wouldn’t miss an opportunity to eliminate one of his enemies, and frame them for the crime. There would surely be some in his court who would demand justice so fiercely, that they might overlook gaps in the evidence. It all hinged on whether Eris could be convincing enough in his role as the grieving son. Once he began pointing the finger at someone, it had to count.

“Do you have a guess?” he asked with a slight smile.

Nesta paused. “You’ll pick your least favorite brother, and set him up to look guilty. I’m sure you do have a least favorite, but are there any who would challenge your claim to the throne? You’ll choose him.”

The male broke into a raucous laughter. He was hardly able to contain himself for more than a moment before he spoke again. “As tempting as that is, my plan was to blame Briallyn. We shall say that she used the crown to control our soldiers’ minds again, and they attacked my father while his guard was down. When I become High Lord, it gives me justification to ally formally with the Night Court in order to hunt the Queen down and kill her.”

She shrugged, and considered why specifically Eris would want to kill the now immortal Queen. It would make more sense if this was Rhysand’s request, but he didn’t say so explicitly. Nesta wouldn’t risk asking and looking like a fool, so she shrugged it off. She much preferred her own idea anyway.

“I suppose you would know best, but how would you like me to kill him?” She realized that her tone was now a bit too far into the realm of condescension. Eris didn’t seem to mind. He was too focused on the topic at hand to take offense.

“You will use your sword to decapitate him, cut off the limbs, and then arrange the body parts on stakes outside of the House for the guards to find.”

Nesta raised her eyebrow and cringed at the suggestion for her to mutilate the corpse. It was not only the fact that it was disgusting, but it also seemed unnecessary. She considered that if she had her own personal grudge against the High Lord, she would have done it willingly. The first time she experienced such bloodlust was Tomas. It surfaced again with the King of Hybern, and currently with Rhysand. The High Lord of Autumn had a long way to go if he wanted to become the subject of her ire.

“I’m here to do a job, not to carry out your revenge fantasy. Besides, how will I have time to get from the forest to the house carrying the body parts, and then stage the scene without being spotted?” she asked.

“Fine, just the head on a stake will do then. Hide the rest of the body in the woods, and I can help you dispose of it.”

“I’ll have to ambush him when he least expects it. What if I can’t overpower him?” Nesta asked. It was a fair question, because she was not yet a skilled fighter. Perhaps in time she would be, but for now, the only advantage she had was the element of surprise. With size, strength, and skill on Beron’s side, she would need an edge.

“We’ll spike the wine and get him drunk beforehand, so that his guard is down.”

That was the type of edge she needed. Nesta thought that it might work, but in the human lands, there were healers who were able to detect poisons in a corpse. They would have to be careful to ensure the substance they use could not be traced back to them. She set it aside, and made a mental note to do some research of her own. She barely knew human sedatives, let alone which ones the Fae might use.

“How long do I have to wait? And what should I do in the meantime?”

“I don’t know yet, but patience is of the utmost importance. It could be in a week, year, or decade. A drop it the bucket, really, when you consider that you could have a millenia yet to live. Until then, I recommend being polite to my family, but speaking to them as little as possible. Your leisure time is yours to spend however you choose.”

Nesta wasn’t sure how to feel about the possibility of spending a decade here in Autumn. He was correct that in the grand scheme of things, it was no time at all. What she did appreciate, however, was the permission she now had to structure her own days.

“It sounds like you have everything figured out then,” she said.

“My plan is perfect. So long as you do as I say, nothing will go wrong.”

Eventually, the pair reached the Forest House. It was a grand, stone manor that stood tall against the colorful backdrop of the trees. Nesta first noticed its sheer size, and then she focused on its shape. There was a turret with vines climbing up its face, and more windows than she could count. They were scattered irregularly across the structure’s facade.

“Come on, I’ll show you the back entrance,” he said. She followed him around the tall, manicured hedges. Peeking through them as they moved revealed an ornate carriage parked outside of the front door. Nesta shifted her gaze back quickly, not wanting to get caught staring at whoever was entering the House. She was now focused on the back of Eris’s head. His neatly styled hair had more of a curl to it than she initially realized. She let her mind wander a bit, imagining how it might look in its natural state.

It wasn’t long before Nesta was snapped out of her daydream. She knew that they had come to the stables by the smell, and her sharpened Fae senses never ceased to amaze her. Although it made flowers, or freshly baked cookies smell sweeter, she contemplated whether that was worth that first whiff of horse excrement. It was quiet and empty, save for the animals, who did not stir at the sight of them.

Eris reached out an arm to pet one of the horses. Its coat was a deep brown, with red undertones. “Do you ride, Nesta?”

“Yes, but it’s been years-”

“Good,” he said.

After traversing the stables, Eris led her through a large kitchen. It was full, but nobody looked up from their work to acknowledge them. The pair passed through it, and the adjoining dining room quickly. After that, they climbed the servants stairs until they were on the third floor. Once the male opened the next door, she realized that this was the main wing of the house. A red runner covered the fine, hardwood floor. The walls were decorated with art, and lit by flames atop their golden candle holders.

“Do you really keep all of these candles lit, even during the day?”

A grin spread across Eris’s face as he raised his right hand. He held his palm up briefly, before closing it into a fist. Suddenly, they were plunged into darkness. There were no windows in the hall, so for a moment Nesta could not see much. But before she could say anything, the lights were back on.

“They’re magic, the flames won’t burn out on their own,” he explained.

Nesta rolled her eyes. “Show off.”

“Is that all it takes to impress you, after living amongst some of the most feared beings in Prythian?”

“Who said I was impressed?” she asked.

Eris shrugged. “Just a feeling, I suppose. But we’ve arrived at your quarters.”

He turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. Nesta followed, and she took in the room before her. Its walls were a rich, dark cranberry color. At the space’s center stood a large, wooden canopy bed. There was a fireplace directly across from it, but she knew that she would have no use for it. There was a vanity in the corner, and a door next to it which she assumed led to the bathroom. A window took up most of the north wall with a curtain drawn to allow light to enter, and the view nearly took her breath away.

“Is this room to your liking?” Eris asked.

“It’ll do,” she muttered under my breath.

Nesta made a show of pacing around and letting her gaze wander from corner to corner. He was watching, which was fine by her, as she didn’t want to give him the impression that she was indeed dazzled by this place. The House of Wind didn’t compare, and her old apartment was a shithole even before Rhys and Feyre turned it to rubble.

“We have others for you to choose from if you find this one unsatisfactory.”

“I told you, it’s fine,” she snapped.

“I can give you a tour of the House now, or leave you to get settled. Your choice.”

“The tour can wait. I’d like to unpack first.”

Unpacking was one matter, but Nesta’s main consideration was how inviting that king sized bed looked with its pillows piled high. She couldn’t identify the source of her aches, because her body was sore all over from training every morning. It had been months since she had a free evening to spend alone in bed.

“Very well, I’ll be back in two hours when it’s time for dinner, my advice is to look your best,” Eris said. Nesta nodded, and he took it as a sign to depart.

She didn’t intend on being so short with the male, because she was truly grateful for this space of her own, but she didn’t trust him one bit. Her sharp tongue was her best defense mechanism. If it was enough to gain her a reputation in Velaris, then it could serve her well in this new land. Eris’s words didn’t contain that same venom, at least not yet.

Nesta took her bag and set it on the bed. Once it was opened, she started to arrange her already neatly folded garments in the dresser. The few gowns she brought were hung in the vast closet, and her shoes found their places there as well. It looked rather empty when she was finished. Whoever had stayed here before Nesta had certainly had a more complete wardrobe.

Nesta then hopped onto the bed and nestled under the blankets. She eyed the entrance, and briefly considered leaving her room to explore. She was never told that she was confined to this room, but her conditioning prevented her from taking the chance just yet. She had no idea what dangers were present in this house. Nobody in the inner circle bothered to give her a briefing, although their information couldn’t be that accurate. She wondered if Azriel’s shadows could travel to Autumn undetected. If so, they could be watching her right then and there.

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Eris Vanserra was glad to be home. That dreadful bedroom in the Hewn City, as well as those dull meetings with Keir were behind him now. Worse than that had to be spending time with Rhysand and his cronies, who somehow managed to be even more intolerable than their leader. All of that fuss over Nesta, who they seemed to be rather contemptuous of anyway.

When the male cracked open the door to his bedroom, he felt instantly at ease. The sight of those dark green walls, and his own bed never failed to lift his mood. He moved to open a window and let in some fresh air, when he noticed a neatly folded note sitting on his desk. A pit formed in his stomach, but he wasted no time in ripping it open to reveal the message inside.

‘My Son, your presence is requested in the throne room once you have returned home. Do not keep me waiting.’

His face twisted into a scowl. He crumbled the note, and dropped it back on the dark, wooden desk. Eris didn’t have to think too hard to imagine what he wanted, there was no doubt in his mind that it would be about Nesta.

Even if the inner circle did not fully understand her value, he was certain that his father did. The rest of his family might as well. That was why the male deliberately placed her in a room that was close to his own. He contemplated assigning a guard to her door, and he still might, if not for his own desire not to suffocate her. It would be little use against Beron anyways, and he was who Eris was most concerned about. Hopefully she’d avoid crossing paths with his father or brothers for now.

His instinct may have been to guard her, but that would be an impossible task. It was only logical and to be expected that his father would be curious about her. Although he supposed everyone in Prythian wanted to know more about the Archeron sisters, his father was more… imaginative than most. This was probably why the Night Court kept them under lock and key. Until now.

Eris looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. He contemplated changing, but the note was pretty clear that he ought not dawdle. The more casual brown jacket and pants would have to do for now. He didn’t want to look at himself any longer, so he tucked some stray locks of red hair back into place and left the room. It was not a long distance to go from his quarters to the throne room. When he arrived, he was greeted by the familiar blood-red carpet and walls. It was an enormous space with ceilings that towered over its inhabitants like the sky. Anyone would feel small standing there, but it did not intimidate Eris anymore. It hadn’t been scary since he was a boy.

His father was not seated, but was pacing instead. That was not a good sign. Eris walked the length of the carpet anyways, doing his best to appear unphased. Once he came to the dais, he dropped to his right knee. His head was tilted down.

“I’m glad to see you again, father, and to be home.”

Beron turned to face his son. His expression was blank. “Rise.”

Eris obeyed. He was more glad to be finished kneeling like a peasant than he was to see the bastard.

“I trust that all has been well here in my absence,” Eris said.

Beron raised an eyebrow. “Of course. Were you able to bring the female here without issue?”

His jaw clenched at the mention of her, but the male pushed those feelings aside. It would be difficult to pretend he did not care for her in front of his father, but he would have to try. “Yes, father. Rhysand only requested that her sisters be permitted to visit her here.”

Eris deliberately left Cassian’s name out of it. He was sure that the mere mention of the Illyrian might send his father into a rage. It wasn’t just that he was prejudiced against his people, although he certainly was a hateful old man. Beron would never forget his role in Morrigan’s failed engagement, and it was certainly no secret that Cassian was now fond of Nesta. That kind of embarrassment would not go over well a second time.

“Very well, I don’t see why not. Will it be Rhysand’s whore, or your brother’s mate?”

“Lucien’s mate, her name is Elain.”

Beron scoffed. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter. I’ve called you here today because I’d like you to tell me what your plans are with the female now that she’s here.”

Eris raised an eyebrow in confusion. “I’m not sure what you mean. She is here to become my wife.”

“But when? It’s best not to wait, not when the Night Court could change their mind and decide to take her back at any moment. Without a marriage or mating bond, our claim over her is weak, and you know it,” he spat.

“She desires a real wedding, and I intend on giving that to her,” Eris explained, “Nesta was a lady of high standing in her realm, she has an eye for planning these things. She will accept nothing less than what would normally be afforded to a lady of her status.”

Beron grimaced. “Do whatever you want with the wedding, but I see no reason why she cannot be pregnant before the ceremony.”

He wasn’t shocked by the crassness of his father’s statement, but it was quite early to be putting the pressure on them to have a child. Eris didn’t expect this so soon. He wasn’t sure how to respond, so he stayed silent instead.

“Don’t play dumb with me, son. It was you who came to me, and asked that I give this marriage my blessing. These were always my terms, and if you are not up to the task, I’m more than happy to give her to one of your brothers instead, or do the job myself. This court needs an heir with the Cauldron’s power.”

His father looked so smug when he said it, implying that Nesta was nothing more than an incubator. Eris clenched his jaw again, and this time he couldn’t conceal the rage that was bubbling over. “None of you will lay a finger on her.”

The High Lord softened. “If you don’t want any harm to come to her, then you will do as I say. You are my eldest son, my pride and joy. My interest is, and has always been in what is best for you, and for this family.”

Eris nodded.

“You have been warned, now go.” Beron said.

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But.

You are friendly, and always try not to leave anyone out. So Ryunosuke would feel comfortable in your presence.

You also say your emotions show on your face and in your speech, thus, making it easy for TRIGGER’s oldest to know that you mean your feelings, and not only want him for the sensual image the entertainment industry has fabricated for him.

The moment you get to know each other, you just click; it’s that kind of relationship where you can’t tell the exact moment just friends became i love you forever and always.

Ryu finds himself reminiscing about those times as his amber eyes follow your figure around the kitchen.

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Your shared apartment dyes in shades of copper and ginger, the receding rays of a sun, departing to illuminate the radiant moon, still taking a few moments to caress your comfortable home.

Light blue apron tied around your waist, you move around, taking some eggs out of the fridge here, some flour out of the cupboard there and looking around the counter for the sugar.

As Ryu prepares a bowl to mix the ingredients, he can’t help the way his gaze is drawn to you.

The sway of your sun-kissed hair as you work, the flare of the apron’s skirt, the soft humming leaving your lips.

It’s one of his group’s songs, of course.

It’s fitting for such an idyllic moment, considering how you’ve been a fan of TRIGGER since their debut.

Your lover still remembers your shy smile and stammered words when you two met.

A rainy night and a sky full of hopes in the form of stars.

The idol thought you were adorable when you two found shelter underneath the awning of the closed flower shop.

“T-tsunashi Ryunosuke?! From TRIGGER? I must be dreaming…” You mumbled that last part, but it was enough for him to hear it.

Who would have thought, he would find himself returning to that store days after, in hopes to find you there again.

It turned out, you had the exact same thought, for, there you were again.

Those fate encounters ended in planned ones, and somewhere along the way your love for each other was spelled in lingering touches and longing stares across the room.

Ryu lets out a dreamy sigh now.

“Love,” You smile. “As handsome as you look standing there, why don’t you come and help me a little?” You chuckle, tone teasing.

Your boyfriend’s cheeks stain crimson, like the coat you were wearing on that fateful night.

“Y-yes! Sorry…” He lets out, lips pouty, face burning.

You giggle, putting down your spatula.

“Don’t apologize!” You cradle his face with your hands, the color and temperature on them, rising. “You’re too cute, Ryu.” You tell him, as you stand on your tiptoes, leaving a tender kiss on the corner of his mouth.

His lashes flutter closed, as he gently leans in for a more proper kiss this time.

When his lips touch yours, he really is grateful for the rain that led to your meeting that night.

What a rainbow, the one that followed after.

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Taking your interests into account, it goes without saying that you and Ryu would make the most delicious food together. He loves preparing okinawan dishes, and you would make the most delicious desserts! Truly a match made in heaven, if you ask me.

When it comes to your other, more relaxed hobbies, those are the perfect time for your boyfriend to cuddle you.

From watching shows together until one of the two inevitably falls asleep; to you reading as you cuddle against his broad chest; to having gaming nights together, Ryu adored every single one of these comfy memories he makes with you.

Onto your zodiac sign now, it just so happens that libra (Ryunosuke’s sign) and your sign, sagittarius, are some of the most compatible together.

Both signs are quite the optimistic type. When combined, they cause for the excitement of the relationship to not fade, everyday filled with smiles and joy.

Both signs are very forgiving too. So, with that, and both Ryu’s gentle aura and your friendly personality, I don’t think disagreements would be a frequent problem in your relationship.

As an isfj, you have a wide variety of aspects in common with Ryu’s personality type: esfj, your more extroverted counterpart.

You’re both warm and nurturing towards others, like a hearth you could gather around for hours, to share gleeful conversation or to warm up after a blizzard.

You and Ryu are both down to earth and the type to do all you can if someone needs help, making you two a very loving and supportive couple!

♡ RUNNER UP: IZUMI MITSUKI

With him, there’s a bit of an opposites attract dynamic going on.

Your shyness would be well balanced with Mistuki’s energetic demeanor, bringing you out of your comfort zone.

You also tell me that you never want to make anyone feel left out, but that you don’t like being left out yourself either. Worry not, Mitsu will always make you feel as if you are the most important person in the world (which to him, you are).

When you feel more flustered and your nerves show on the shaking of your voice at first, he is the one to carry the conversation, steering the topic towards things you feel at ease talking about.

Which is how you end up talking about cooking.

Mitsuki’s family owns a bakery, so don’t be surprised if he suggest you two meet up there to bake sweets together as your next date plan! (His parents totally give you bags upon bags of pastries for you to try).

You and Mitsuki would make a very cute couple. His energy and sunshine-like aura are what you need in moments of shyness.

And let’s be honest, when his smiles become forced, your positivity is his salvation.

So, yeah, a pretty good and balanced match, in my opinion!

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