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lacollectionneuse1967 · 7 months

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slip of the tongue part 2 - jealous

Theseus Scamander x Reader

“He was all over you,” he hisses. “I am not a possessive man, but I could’ve killed him then and there. He doesn’t know what’s mine.”

summary: after confessing your feelings for (and sleeping with) your boss, theseus, you join his brother newt's team of wizards attempting to thwart the notorious gellert grindelwald. when you're tasked with distracting and seducing a powerful dark wizard on your first mission, theseus gets uncharacteristically and fiercely jealous.

fem!reader. theseus scamander x reader.

category: smut with plot

warnings: 18+ smut, (light) mdom/femsub elements, unprotected penetration, semi-public sex, jealousy/possessive behavior, also the reader suffers brief unwanted sexual advances in a scene

part one / part two

Your dreams are uninventive. Your nightmares are even less so.

Often you are hounded by dogs: drooling, snapping canines, bloodthirsty past the point of cognizance, they’re more open mouths than animals. Or, you’re standing on the hill where your old orphanage used to sit in North London, barefoot on the roof while the rest of London floods below, water rising, you know you’re going to drown. Or some other tired, boring allegory for your past catching up with you, at last, your blessings, your wand, crumbling to ash—you know what the dreams mean and they don’t scare you anymore.

But tonight you are perfectly dreamless. The dream dogs, the wintry world outside, the sound of the wind whistling through the empty London streets, it cannot touch you now. The fireplace is crackling and warm orange light spills in beneath the door from the living room.

Theseus’s arm is draped over your body, your head is on his chest. Every part of your body where your bare skin meets his buzzes with contentment. His room is like a sanctuary, his arms a house that holds you.

You don’t think you’ve slept for even a full hour. It’s still dark outside when you feel Theseus jostling your shoulder.

“Y/N. Wake up, darling.”

You sigh in response and are about to put up a fight, but when you meet his eyes they’re full of sore regret, apologetic. He wouldn’t ask you to leave his bed unless it was important.

You emerge from the covers and start to stretch.

“What time is it?”

“I’m sorry, love, but it’s nearly four in the morning. We have to be going, it’s urgent.”

You turn to look at him, he’s raking a hand through his hair, sitting up in bed.

“Did you sleep at all, Theseus?” You ask incredulously.

“No, too much to think about. And besides, I knew if I slept I wouldn’t be likely to wake. Better you sleep…”

Your heart wrenched. In a swell of affection, you went to him, crawling back over his body on the bed.

“No,” he groans, but his hands come around you, sliding down to your hips, anyway. You kiss his neck, raking your teeth over the skin there.

“Don’t do this to me,” he anguishes. His grip tightens on your hip, it’s meant to be chastising but it makes you want him more. “Please. We need to leave, Y/N.”

It wasn’t easy letting go of him. You know he would’ve given you what you wanted with enough persistence.

“Okay, okay!” You relent, kissing his mouth with a smile. “I’ll stop terrorizing you now.” You leap out of bed again without complaint.

When he stands he’s serious-Theseus again, your boss. And you love him still.

For his sake, you pretend not to notice his erection in his boxer shorts. It looks painfully hard.

“Get dressed,” he says to you before turning to the bathroom. “We need to get to Hogsmeade.”

It was wonderfully strange to see him like this—hair in wavy disarray, looking soft and subdued, barefoot and in his t-shirt. You want to appreciate the sight, you want to talk about what had happened between you and all that had been said. But his mind is elsewhere, preoccupied, and it seems you are both running late.

At your insistence, he lets you apparate to your apartment for a change of clothes, but then the two of you are off, running down the stairs of his building into the dark world below.

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Hogsmeade is more of a detour. There is an incognito meet-up organized with none other than Professor Albus Dumbledore. You’d, mercifully, taken a train--the Hogwarts Express. Theseus mentioned that Dumbledore was being watched by the Ministry, and that there were anti-apparition charms put up around the village and the castle.

You were just grateful to see him sleeping, at last, on the way there.

It was barely daylight when the two of you arrived, the sun bleak and pink over the Highlands, providing no warmth. You were grateful for the coffee you'd nursed on the train, as you were grateful to relieve yourself of the confidential documents from the Ministry. Their weight was an invisible one for you, evidence of your betrayal.

"Some aspiring Auror you are," you thought to yourself, bitterly.

“I tried to organize them for you. I started to, actually,” You supplied sheepishly when Dumbledore regarded the haphazard stacks of parchment, laid out on one of the tables in what you assumed was his brother's inn.

Dumbledore smiled warmly at you regardless and thanked you sincerely.

When you step out of the inn, you look to Theseus just as he looks over his shoulder at you. You're both more or less sleepless, and cold, and it seems the both of you have betrayed the Ministry and embarked on a hopeless mission, without many allies in the world.

But you were a united front.

It surprises you when he says, so earnestly that the tension in his shoulders seems to deflate, “God, I missed you. I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed you.”

You blush, but don’t break his gaze. You’re not afraid to let him see you anymore.

“Where to, Mr. Scamander?”

He flexes his jaw like he’s not thinking about the plan at all, like he’s thinking about last night. But then, with a sigh, the moment is broken.

“Germany,” he says. “It’s time you meet my younger brother and the rest of the resistance.”

He says ‘resistance’ like it's some inside joke, some funny jab. You don't understand it until you arrive at the hotel room in Berlin.

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Other than the hair, that uncommon shade of reddish, honey brown, and the apparent kindness and sense of humanity, Newt is nothing like Theseus. In fact, when he comes over to greet you he can hardly meet your eye, his head is half bowed in the other direction, his mouth a nervous, flat line.

"Pleasure to meet you, Y/N. I was sure that you'd do the right thing when Theseus sent you his letter. It was... very brave of you."

You look to Theseus in sharp amusement, eyes sparkling.

"Was there ever a question of whether or not I'd betray you? Did you really think there was a chance I'd turn you over to the authorities?"

Theseus places a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

"Come now, Y/N," he says. "You know if I were to die I'd prefer it to be at your hand anyway."

You want to roll your eyes, but you're not sure to what extent he's joking.

You shake Newt's hand. You're soon after introduced to a muggle baker named Jacob and an astute, somewhat brash Auror from America named Tina. You're not much of a people-person, but you find that you like them both, immensely. They feel genuine, the sort of strong, singular characters that couldn't deceive anyone if they tried. That is why Newt's explanation of your task for the night sends a bolt of dread down your spine.

"We need to need to retrieve a magical object from a German Minister's office. I-I can't say much, it's better you don't know, but it's safe to assume that a large portion of the German Ministry of Magic has already fallen. Helmut, Vogel--and who knows how many others are under the influence of Grindelwald."

"Which German Minister's office?" Theseus says. His hands are in his pockets, he's leaning against the windowsill, the picture of nonchalance, his hair swept back. He's so handsome you could cry.

Newt ignores him. "Now, tonight may be our only chance. There's a diplomatic gala at the ministry itself. I can get us all in, Pickett and I can handle sneaking into the office itself, but there are five people who know about the object being at the ministry, who will be on the lookout and who need to be distracted until we're out."

He doled out assignments swiftly. Theseus was to distract the head of security. Jacob, the two waitstaff who served as the Minister's private informants. For Tina, the German Auror, Helmut. And for you? The Minister himself.

"Which Minister, Newt?" Theseus asks again, the edge in his voice unmistakable, though you don't understand it.

"Baron Dietrich, the Minister of Finance," Newt says at last.

Dietrich. Most of your work for Theseus was domestic, but you try to remember what you can. Dietrich was some Bavarian-born descendent of the aristocracy. Hedonistic, high society. He fought in the war, but gained his reputation in the drinking clubs of Berlin. Even you knew he was ruthless, notorious. A brute of a man without much respect for the law. That was the extent of what you knew.

Newt is rushing to explain before you or Theseus can speak.

“Please, Y/N, Theseus." He looks between the two of you, trying to appeal to both. "Dietrich, h-he likes…he likes beautiful women and he-"

Theseus crosses the room to his brother in a single stride. "Yes, and do you have any idea what he likes to do to those beautiful women, Newt?” He's seething. “Even everyone at the British Ministry knows he brutalizes them."

“I-I wouldn’t ask her if it weren’t absolutely necessary. So long as she’s able to distract him at the party, keep him interested there, at the party, nothing will happen to her—to you!” Newt turns to you now, addressing you directly. “I’m sure of it…”

Theseus sucks his teeth and turns away from his brother, still fuming. “Absolutely not. You will not send her away from my side, that’s final. Not to that man.”

“Theseus, please-"

“She’s muggleborn, Newt! Do you know what men like Baron Dietrich do to wizards like her? If he found out, if any one of Grindelwald's followers did, she'd be killed.” Theseus is speaking with such firm authority, but you know him well enough to detect the barely concealed panic in his eyes, the fracture just beneath the fortress. “Send Tina instead, she’s an Auror.”

“But Y/N is exactly the sort of girl that Dietrich would be-"

“I want to be an Auror too,” your voice sounds strange to your ears when you find it. It has a clear, confident quality, musical and lucid.

Theseus looks to you in shock. You wonder if he knew about the promotion you’d been offered at all, if he knew all you’d sacrificed to stay close to him—your very dreams dashed to pieces. From his expression, naked and open as day, he did not.

“I can do it,” you make an effort to sound settled. Unshaken.

Being a young, vulnerable girl in the streets of East London, at the orphanage after, and then being a woman at the British Ministry as an adult, you’d dealt with plenty of over-friendly and entitled men. Boorish men were everywhere and were not uniquely monstrous. You hoped Baron Dietrich wasn’t either.

"It's settled then," Jacob claps his hands together, seeming relieved that the tension between the two brothers has evaporated. Theseus is slumped over, leaning back on the nightstand in apparent defeat. "We're going to a party!"

Tina places her hand on your arm, leading you towards the closet. She doesn't seem to be terribly affectionate, so you're grateful to her for extending you this small kindness now.

"Here, Y/N," She says. "Let's get you dressed. We have plenty of time to go over the plan. It'll be okay."

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Your outfit, "disguise" you suppose, is nothing like the subdued robes of your companions. You don't know why you're surprised when they ask you to enter the ministry ten minutes after them, alone.

The skirt of your dress is flowy and short, like a dancer's, ending just above your knee, something that might've been acceptable a decade prior, given the fashion trends. It's made of delicate petals of off-white fabric, adorn with tiny silver and pearlescent beads, glittering. Meant to draw attention. It's sleeveless and the top is breathtakingly form-fitting, pinching in your waist and hugging every curve of your body, but you are gratefully afforded an elegant high neckline. Silk, ivory-colored, wrist-length gloves that do nothing for the cold cover your hands and a fur half-coat is draped over your shoulders. Your lipstick is a deep red.

You understand what it means, these luxury items, your styling, the fact that you were instructed to enter alone. By no design of your own, the implication was that you were an escort, a madame of the night. No wonder Newt had Theseus leave the hotel first, before he could catch a glimpse of you. You didn't dare imagine his reaction.

As you enter the gala, handing the doorman your fabricated invitation without a glance, every head turns to you. Chatter stills as you pass, the women gawk and the men look stricken, hungry as the pack dogs in your dreams. Plates and trays sail overhead and the instruments play on, unattended. The German Ministry of Magic has spared no expense.

Patrons lean in close and speak hushed and anxiously. You assume the upcoming election for the highest office of the International Confederation of Wizards is on everyone's mind.

You head for the bar with your head held high, hoping it doesn't show on your face, your discomfort at being so seen. You were told Baron Dietrich would be at the bar with some of his men. With a trembling, gloved hand you motion the barman over and order a drink.

You don’t dare look for your friends. You assume things are going swimmingly for them, but for you? You are drowning in your finery.

You’re not even alone for a moment before the wolves descend. You should've known a man like Dietrich would come find you.

"Mädchen!" He approaches you partially, but expects you to come the rest of the way, waves you over with a meaty hand. When you raise an eyebrow, haughtily, he switches to English.

"Girl, come here." The timber of his voice is low, gravelly. He has a heavy brow, his hair is thick and peppered with gray. The gray does nothing to diminish the impression of his strength. In a fight without your wand, he could have your neck snapped, broken and rolling around its stem, in a heartbeat.

You walk over, leaving your drink at the bar, untouched.

The gala is housed in a mammoth, marble room, twenty foot ceilings held up by smooth columns, something that reminds you of Gringott's. But around the massive bar at the room's center are half-circle booths and tables, spiraling out like lily pads. You slide into Dietrich's booth and his arm goes around you immeditely.

He smells chokingly of cigars, a perfumey, sickly sweet smell. He is a bloated, thick-limbed man. No, you couldn't have fought him off. There are so many uniformed men at his table that some of the younger ones have to stand. With a sting of shock, you don't see how you could be of any influence on these men at all, they hardly see you as a person, aren't speaking to you. You hope Newt and Pickett work quickly.

Another young man, dressed in what looks like a soldier's uniform, slides into the booth after you, sandwiching you in next to Dietrich. You let out of noise of shock and begin to push him off you when Dietrich grabs both your wrists.

"Don't be fussy. This is my young friend, newly recruited. I plan to make him my protégé."

The other men slap the boy over the shoulder, jostling him in congratulations. He smiles meekly. You could hate him for that meekness. That pathetic deference to power.

"We'll share you tonight, of course." Dietrich is looking at the boy, not you. "In my office."

Dietrich's hand clamps over your exposed thigh and his fingernails jab into the fat of your thigh. You don't react to the bright bite of pain. The other boy begins to lean into you, breath hot over your neck.

Whatever small bird lives in your ribs begins to beat itself against that cage, flailing and thrashing.

"No!" You can't help the edge of panic in your voice. Dietrich is too strong, so you don't bother, but you shove the boy off of you and out of the booth without much effort. The boy stumbles out, dumbfounded.

Dietrich snatches your wrist with real fury, bruisingly.

"What?! You're for sale, aren't you?" He won't hurt you in front of his men, not at the gala, but his face is so colored with anger that it's nearly purple.

"Please," there's a real plea in your voice when you say it, you try to cover it up with a hurried smile, you try to look charming. "Dance with me, sir?"

That seems to sedate him. He looks irritated, but pleased by your attention. At least he won't be able to molest you in front of all his colleagues and superiors.

He leads you to the dance floor and the entire way your mind is racing, scrambling for purchase, trying to figure out how you're going to keep him out of his office. He made it clear he had plans to go there later tonight with his men. With you.

And he was an even cruder man than you'd thought, he'd made no attempt to even flirt with or seduce you. His interest in you was moreso entitlement, the same interest a predator has for a slab of meat.

Your wand, concealed on your person, gave you little comfort. Newt had asked that you did not reveal yourself, didn't make a scene. But if it came down to it, you would fight Dietrich rather than submit to him. He was more than repulsive. He wanted to hurt you.

"Please," you think to yourself. "Please, God, don't make me-"

You startle at the large hand that grips your waist and spins you away, just before you reach the dance floor.

Dietrich, abandoned, turns in flustered outrage and is swallowed by the crowd. You're being whisked away before he can fully react, Theseus guiding you deftly out of the overfull room of diplomats.

You sob with relief. "Theseus-" you start, but he's leading you deeper, still, away from the gala.

It's not until you're in some pitch-dark, gaping mausoleum of a hallway that Theseus finally stops, pressing you delicately against the wall, holding your face in his hands like water, like something precious. He examines your body.

"Are you okay?" He asks, pressingly.

You could cry out in joy, the sight of his face is balm-like, giving you a familiar relief.

"Yes, yes!" You reassure him. "Is it done? Did we do it?"

Theseus nods in confirmation, still looking over you for injuries, turning over your wrists in his hands.

"The others are already out. It was quick. No one noticed a thing, we probably took too many precautions this time around..." He finally meets your eyes. The look in his is dark and indecipherable. When he swallows, it's raggedly. "You're really okay, Y/N?"

"Yes," you answer, hesitant at the intensity of his look. "Why?"

Theseus presses his body against yours harshly, you don't even have time to moan before he's swallowing it with his mouth. Your hands are all over him, but he gives you no room to move, it's as if he doesn't notice, the way he's pushing you up against the wall, kissing you like he wants to consume you.

"You're so damn beautiful," he mutters. "When you walked in I almost blew my cover just to go to you."

"Theseus," you pant. You're needy, you want him to keep kissing you but he's leaning his neck back, pinning you against the wall but holding himself away so he can look at you when he runs his warm hands from the backs of your thighs up to your ass. He hooks his fingers around the waistline of your panties and pulls them down so they're only hanging onto you by one of your ankles.

He leans in for another kiss, just as deep and wretched as the last, just as maddening.

He pulls away again with a pant.

"Your dress is too damn short," he curses under his breath.

"Are you angry at me?" You ask quietly, still writhing against him, desperate for friction, but suddenly self-conscious.

"No, no sweetheart," he soothes. "Not at you. You did so good. Such a good job." His praise has you leaning into his palm, which is cupping the side of your face.

You whimper, "I want you." You realize it's true as you're saying it. You can't ever lie to him. "I want you," you repeat, more insistently.

“He was all over you,” he hisses against your ear. “I am not a possessive man, but I could’ve killed him then and there. He doesn’t know what’s mine.” He punctuates the last word with a squeeze to your backside.

"Theseus," you breathe out, helplessly. You can't believe this is happening. The wing of the German Ministry that you're in is completely dark, you can barely make out the tapestries and curtains hanging loose from the walls. But there's distant light at the end of the hall, and dim voices and music filter in and out from the gala a few rooms over.

But you want him to keep touching you more than you know better, know you should stop. More than anything.

He starts to hike your dress up, his movements urgent, when he stops abruptly. The spot where Dietrich's nails dug into your upper thigh is small, but he drew blood.

Theseus pauses, loosens his grip and lets you slide down the wall. With a slow-thudding heart you briefly fear he'll be so furious he'll run back to the gala, to find Dietrich, but he only bends down and kisses the wound, just barely, lips ghosting over skin, so gently you could cry. Kneeling before you, he looks like a prince, a knight. He's careful to avoid the wound when he lifts you back up against the wall.

You can't help but stare down at it, in awe, when he takes his dick out. Your body still thrills at the sight of it, there, huge, resting at your entrance. Theseus grinds a slow circle, sliding it against your wet folds, against your clit. You just stare.

He flashes you a lazy smile.

“What? You want me to help you put it in?”

You moan, audibly. You're not doing a very good job at being discreet, but how can you when he says things like that to you and expects you to answer?

"Yes, please," you close your eyes, too flustered to meet his burning gaze when you say the words.

He grips the base of his cock and guides it into your pussy. Clamps a hand over your mouth to muffle the noises you're making, you whimper dumbly against his palm. Only releases his hand from your mouth once he's fully seated inside of you. The stretch is so big you know it would hardly take any movement at all for him to break that tension and make you come, drive you mad, unravel you completely. Just a few rocks against the wall, a few rolls of his hips and you'd be brainless and spent, crying out his name. You're already dripping around him. But you want to last longer for him this time.

He's looking directly into your eyes.

“You’re taking it, Y/N. You can choose where—in your mouth, on your face, inside. But you’re taking it all.”

You nod. Then once again he's fucking you dumb, you don't even care that anyone could walk by, you're just thinking about how big he is, how good it feels. He's fucking your body slack now, you don't even have to do anything, he’s holding you up, lifting you onto and off of his cock roughly, debasingly.

His hands nearly circle your waist completely, they’re so large. Your mouth is stuck open, making stupid, feeble noises and he’s grunting small words of encouragement.

"Say my name," he says.

When you don't respond immediately, too blissed out to think, he slams your body down harder onto him and you nearly yelp.

"Hngh, Theseus. Theseus, please-"

You can feel him get almost unbearably hard inside of you, then he’s heaving you up and flipping you around, manhandling you, so your back is his against his torso, his right arm a bar across your chest, still inside. He brings a hand down roughly to your clit to touch you through it, and then you're both coming hard, your loud, jagged breaths echoing through the empty hall.

Your head spins, you're seeing stars.

"Baby," he says, when you don't come back to yourself immediately. "Was I too rough? Are you okay?"

You nod, breathlessly, but stumble when he finally stops supporting your weight. Your body is still juddering with pleasure, your fingertips quiver and feel numb as you smooth down your dress.

He's right, you think with a laugh. My dress is too damn short.

Theseus has the decency to look around the hall to make sure no one was watching, and to help you fix your hair and what's left of your lipstick. Your lips are pink and bitten now, swollen.

"They're probably wondering where we are. We should go." His voice is serious, unemotive, but there's something like devotion in the way he looks over you from head to toe, just one last time, to make sure you're beyond reproach. He hands you his jacket, which is huge on you, and slings your fur cape over his arm, bearing the cold himself like a gentleman.

A flurry of snow has begun to spiral down in the streets of Berlin, white particles curling and dancing in the wind. You've always found this type of snowfall to be so fanciful, the closest thing to magic in the muggle world. You walk back to the meeting point in comfortable silence, Theseus's hand clasped firmly around yours.

"He doesn't know what's mine," he'd said about Dietrich, about you. And last night, not that long ago, he'd said, "I love you."

Albeit, after you said it first. You look over to his oblivious face, checking both sides for cars before leading you across the busy street. His kind eyes, the line of his jaw..

You wonder how he could mean it... You'd so meticulously tried to conceal from him all the ugly parts of your life, your past, your fears, even your wants when they seemed to inconvenience him.

Could he love me? Could I let him?

"I want you," you'd said to him in the hall of the German Ministry. You realize now that you meant more than his body. For so long even just a look from him, just a word, was enough to sustain you.

But now you wanted more. Maybe it was selfish, undeserved, that the magical world was giving way to crisis, the dark forces were closing in around hope, and yet here you were, wanting to ask him for more...

part three here

author's note: hiiiiii! YES i switched to present tense from past tense in the last part, and no i'm not sorry... please let me know if you'd like me to continue this fic! i have a third & final chapter in mind. or i can take other theseus requests. the theseus brainrot is real... some AUs would be fun too! as always, feedback is welcome <3 taglist: @mystic-mara

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itsswritten · 5 months

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Share your pain.

Request: From anon “Hiiii would you write reader saying something hurtful to az during an argument (established relationship btw)??? And az gets upset over it but they later make up and it ends in fluff? I'm sorry I'm obsessed with hurt/comfort 😔”

Pairing: azriel x reader

Word count: 2.3K

Warings: Angst, nightmares…I think that’s it. Let me know if I’ve missed anything.

Summary: In the wake of a heated argument, you and Azriel find yourselves adrift, the once unbreakable bond strained... :(

A/n: hi again, hope you enjoy this. First time I’ve written a bit of angst for Azriel. Let me know what you all think! <3 - L

The air in your bedroom hung heavy, the usual sanctuary of rest and reprieve now echoing with the bitter remnants of a lovers' quarrel. You hadn’t meant for things to get this tense, but as the moon cast long shadows across your bedroom, there was no denying the unresolved tension between Azriel and you.

The first six months of your mating had been a whirlwind of passion and frenzy, a time you fondly recalled. The initial intensity of the bond was like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. You had known Azriel more intimately than anyone else, or so you thought.

Yet, as the months rolled on, the veneer of your relationship began to crack. Despite the depth of your bond, Azriel remained an enigma, his troubles hidden beneath layers you couldn't penetrate. Initially, this mystery was part of the intrigue you loved about him. But as the struggles of the war haunted him, manifesting in nightmares that would leave him thrashing in the solitude of his own battles, the barriers between you grew thicker.

This particular night had been no different. Azriel, caught in the clutches of a haunting dream, had awoken hot and thrashing.

"Az… let me help you" you whispered, reaching out with a tenderness only a mate could offer.

But he pulled away. Recoiling from your touch and standing by the side of the bed. He erected an invisible barrier, refusing the solace you offered and, as always, shutting you off from the bond.

The rejection hurt.

At times, he would freeze over, pulling a wall up so high to stop his feelings from spilling over to yours. Initially, you assumed it was to spare you the pain he felt, but with time, it began to feel like mistrust.

"Please, Azriel," you pleaded, the use of his full name an attempt to bridge the growing chasm between you. "Don't shut me out."

"Y/n…Don't" he bit back sharply, a flash of frustration in his eyes. The lump in your throat grew, emotions simmering beneath the surface. You were on your feet now too, flimsy night shorts and a vest hanging loosely on your frame, while the air around you turned cold. Any remaining shadows that had been soothing your skin fled to their master to comfort him.

"Is this how it's going to be, then?" you asked, your voice strained with the weight of unspoken grievances.

This was never how you imagined having a mate would be like.

Cold and lonely.

Your fingers played with the bottom hem of your sleep shorts while trying to muster through your feelings. Trying to keep calm, find the right words to soothe your partner, but no matter what you did or said, it never worked, and you began to doubt if you were the person he even wanted to find comfort in.

Your chest seized, a pang of hurt rolling through. You had hoped Azriel could feel the anguish he was putting you through, but of course, that ice wall was built up. It not only stopped you from seeing into him, but it rejected any connection from you too.

You had been suppressing your own needs and feelings for far too long, prioritising his pain over your own. You could feel the anger begging to spill over your edges.

“We might as well not be mates..” you choked out.

A gasp left Azriel’s lips as he said your name, disbelief clouding his expression at such a notion.

You knew it was a cruel thing to say.

Azriel had been waiting for this type of connection all his life. He had told you that you were worth the centuries of waiting. And even though you knew he loved you dearly, and his intentions were never malicious, he was hurting you.

Selfishly, you wanted to hurt him back.

“Maybe you’re better off alone with your shadows” you bit out spitefully.

His gaze shattered, a flicker of pain mirroring your own. As if the mere mention of his shadows had drained the strength from him, they slumped in a rare display of vulnerability. Before he could utter another word, unable to bear the weight of your words, you stormed out of your bedroom, and out of the House of Wind.

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Days passed in an agonising blur, the weight of your words lingering in the air like a heavy stormcloud. That night, you had winnowed away to a friend's apartment in the city, seeking refuge far from the House of Wind. Leaving those walls behind offered a semblance of peace, though you remained unsure of how to navigate this situation under the prying eyes of the Inner Circle.

Your friends were always lovely, but it was hard to escape the fact that they were Azriel's friends first. Azriel’s family.

Lily, an old study companion, opened her home to you without hesitation, setting up her spare room and insisting you stay as long as needed. In moments like these, you regretted letting go of your own apartment. In the frenzy of the mating bond, you had moved in with Azriel, opting for proximity to his friends and his high lord's court.

The morning after the fight, Azriel had sent a ripple down the bond.

"Can we talk, love?"

You instantly rejected his call, erecting your own emotional barrier around the bond. The irony wasn't lost on you – you were now doing the very thing that hurt you, mirroring Azriel's tendency to shut you off.

Perhaps a taste of his own medicine was warranted?

You had been an open book for him, laying your wounds and traumas bare. Despite the difficulty of discussing certain matters, you wanted Azriel to know every part of you.

Yet, here you were, mimicking his defensive actions.

Azriel could probably find you if he wished. As the Spymaster of the Night Court, he likely knew your location without relying on the bond. Although he had never visited Lily's place, you were sure his shadows had scoured the city for you as soon as you left that night.

You missed them. His little minions, you would call them as a way to tease him. Always at his beck and call, and quick to caress you, much like his own touches

A pang of guilt washed over you as you recalled his expression before you left.

"Maybe you're better off alone with your shadows."

It had been a petty, low blow from you. Azriel had confided in the past that he once worried it would only ever be him and his shadows, that he was somehow cursed to not find love, companionship, a life partner.

A soft rap at the door interrupted your thoughts. You had secluded yourself in Lily's apartment for four days now, ignoring any attempts from Rhysand to contact you mentally.

“Y/n…It’s me” the soft female voice spoke behind the door. Feyre.

You invited your friend in. Quickly popping the kettle on and making you both tea. You sank into the plush sofa next to Feyre, bringing your teacups to the coffee table in front of you as you both idled in general chit chat.

“How is Rhys? …and everyone?” You asked. You hadn’t realised till not being there how much the inner circle had become integrated into your life. Your days often spent with laughter over meals, mornings spent sparring with Cassain and your afternoons filled with fun company of the girls.

And of course the nights, spent all consumed with your mate.

“Everyone is good” Feyre spoke, her smile dropping at the edges “Well not everyone” she spoke honestly. Feyre gently guided the conversation toward the true reason for her visit.

"I'm sure you know why I'm here," she said, her eyes filled with a mixture of understanding and concern.

"Did Azriel send you to check on me?" you asked, a hint of scepticism in your voice.

Feyre's hurt was palpable. "Y/N, I came here to check on you. I’ve been worried about you. We all have.” Your own gaze softened, embarrassed at the harsh assumption you had made.

“But I would be lying if I didn't say I didn't come partially because of Azriel. I'm worried about him too. He's not acting like himself, not sleeping, not eating, avoiding us all…even Rhys and Cassian."

Your heart hurt. The bond aching at the news of your mate suffering.

"I know you want to punish him," Feyre added gently.

"I don't want to punish him," you replied, though a part of you realised that, in a way, you were. Hurting him the exact same way he had hurt you.

Feyre sighed, her gaze never leaving yours. "I get it, trust me I do. But just come home, please" she pleaded.

You sat as you recalled what she had said. Perhaps it was time.

~~~

You waited for Rhysand to dispatch Azriel on a task before returning, unsure if you were ready to face him immediately. Feyre had kept you informed, grateful for her assistance in navigating this delicate situation.

Avoiding your shared bedroom, the space now haunted by the memories of your recent argument – you sought refuge on one of the balconies overlooking the city. The night had descended, casting the realm below into a humming sea of lights beneath the purple midnight sky.

Perched on a comfortable lounge chair, a blanket draped around you, you found solace in a book you had forgotten about. Left untouched when you departed, was laid waiting on the bedside table for you when you returned. In fact the entire bedroom looked untouched, the bedsheets had not been warmed for a while.

He’s not been sleeping. You remembered Feyre’s words from earlier, the realisation breaking you a little at your mates pain.

Deciding it was time to address the tension that lingered between you and Azriel, you closed the book and set it aside. Breaking down the emotional barrier hastily erected around the bond, you sent a gentle ripple through the thread – a subtle breath to signal your readiness to talk.

Hoping Azriel had concluded whatever task had taken him away, you pondered on the fact that, even without the ripple, he would likely sense your return. His keen senses, coupled with the vigilance of his shadows and network of spies, made you a detectable presence. You understood your mate well enough to know though that he wouldn't intrude if you needed space.

The ripple was your invitation, an indication that you were ready to see him.

The first sign of his return was the wind, a gentle breeze brushing across your face as Azriel's wings beat the air upon his descent. Looking up, you caught your breath at the sight of your godly partner. It took a conscious effort to regain your composure, resisting the urge to succumb to the overwhelming emotions stirred by his presence.

“My love…” he breathed. He looked tired, dark circles under his eyes and a ruggedness that was unusual for him.

“Azriel,” you spoke his full name, tilting your head to encourage him to join you on the lounge chair. Instead, he stepped forward, dropping to his knees in front of you.

Cauldron give me strength; he was so painstakingly beautiful.

His large hands found your lap, yours naturally finding his fingers, tracing the harsh lines that covered them.

"I've been giving this a lot of thought," he began, his voice a low murmur. "I never meant to shut you out, Y/N. I’m so sorry”

You nodded, your eyes settling on his hazel gaze. Letting your mate speak his truth, his own self-reflections.

“It’s just always been me. Me and my shadows,” he smiled, glancing over to the little grey flurries that were now tangled up in your hair. “So when I finally met you, got you…I was scared,” he admitted. “Scared, my demons might repulse you, terrify you, make you leave me. It was... instinct. To protect myself."

Your gaze softened, the realisation settling in that the barrier Azriel erected wasn't out of a lack of trust, but rather a reflex born from deep-seated pain.

"Azriel," you spoke gently, "I don't want to dictate how you deal with your trauma.” Your hand moved to his face now, thumb rubbing his cheek gently. He breathed in at your touch, closing his eyes at the intimacy he had missed for days. “But I need you to trust in us, in me. Let me share the burden, even if it's just a fraction."

Azriel's shoulders sagged, a mixture of relief and regret evident in his eyes. "I want to, Y/N."

"I understand it won't happen overnight. I just need you to believe that I'm here, that you don't have to carry everything on your own."

The vulnerability in your words mirrored Azriel's, creating a fragile bridge between you. His shadows, attuned to the subtleties of emotion, responded by weaving gently around you.

"I'm sorry for the things I said," you admitted, humility colouring your voice. "I never should have pushed you like that. It's not my place to demand you share those things with me."

Azriel shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. "No, you're right. I need to change, to let you in more. It's just hard, but I'm willing to try."

A shared understanding passed between you, a silent pact to navigate the complexities of healing together.

"Let's start fresh," he proposed, sincerity in his eyes.

You nodded with a gentle smile on your face. The mating bond buzzed. Azriel leaned over, his lips pressing against yours in a not-so-subtle, hungry kiss.

“Now come here” He growled with a teasing grin, you screamed lightly as he pulled you into his arms as he stood. He looked at you with a feral glint in his eyes.

We have some catching up to do, my love.

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anqelically · 1 year

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I’m so sorry if I’m bothering you with a lot of tecchou’s requests but I love him😭if you want, you can write annyone else too. May I request tecchou’s having a nightmare (like s/o being a cheater or dying, whatever you want) and then he wakes up and s/o is hugging him in her sleep (I’m so sorry for my bad English, was hard for me to request this ㅠㅠ)

they have nightmares about you headcanons

featuring...! tecchou suehiro, dazai osamu, ranpo edogawa & akiko yosano

content: no manga spoilers, comfort, dreams with blood and death, a little ooc to me (especially dazai's eww)

navi | bsd masterlist | pt.2

TECCHOU SUEHIRO

he chose to chase after the criminals, and that led you to be killed in his nightmare

tecchou felt strongly about justice, everyone that knew who he was knew that. so on missions, he was always sure to take care of criminals and save civilians

in his nightmare, things were getting rough on a mission. the two of you, the only ones working, were split up from each other. instead of making his way towards you, tecchou hunted down the leader of the crime organization on his own

you should’ve been alright as a fellow hunting dog. but in this situation, you became heavily injured. you were bleeding out for who knows how long when tecchou found you

“it’s okay,” you reassured him as you bled out, “we all make mistakes sometimes. this one… this one just happened to be a bit more troubling, haha.”

when he wakes up from this nightmare, you’re still sleeping peacefully next to him. he’s freighted, so what he does is try to wake you up. you look at him groggily once he does

i definitely think that tecchou’s facial expression would make it obvious that he was scared. his eyes are opened slightly wider and hand has a slight tremble as it holds your arm

“hey, tell me what’s wrong? did you have a nightmare?”

at your touch and voice, tecchou lets out a breath he had been holding in. the events replay in his mind before he tells you what happened

he places a hand over his heart once he realizes that telling you everything has helped him calm down. he knows you were listening to every word, and he appreciates not only that, but the fact that you were still there with him

“don’t leave me, y/n,” tecchou begged.

his slender fingers were intertwined with yours while he pulled them close to his chest. he had never been as scared of losing anyone that much until you came along. he was strong, and so were you, but loving you came with the natural fear of loss.

you promised, “i won’t. i won’t leave you, i swear.”

before you guys go back to sleep, he’ll fall into your arms and will become the little spoon. my bb just wants to be held after experiencing that nightmare :((

OSAMU DAZAI

he lost you in his nightmare

dazai says that he loses things he doesn’t want to lose, which made this dream— nightmare all too real

it was like reliving everything that happened with oda. you were already at death’s door when he arrived and as you walked past that door, his blood-stained arms held you

i don’t see dazai waking up to this nightmare screaming, crying, or even telling you about it. a silly nightmare was all it was, right?

but if he has that same silly nightmare constantly, then i imagine that he’d lose sleep over it. the nightmare was a reminder that you were someone important for him to lose. avoiding it meant sleeping less, or not even sleeping at all

not knowing the details, you were concerned about if he was sleeping well, or sleeping at all. you fall asleep before he does, but he seems to be wide awake when you just get up in the early morning

although he tried to be energetic around you like normal, it wouldn’t be long before he’d laze around as if something was clouding his mind

if you make the decision to confront him, dazai will surely play dumb at first

“work is just so tiring these days! kunikida won’t stop piling work on me~” a lie.

you only figure out he lied once kunikida calls you. since you don’t work at the agency, you’ve only talked with him and a few of the other members a few times

“thank you for calling me, kunikida-san. i appreciate it.”

you found yourself bowing to dazai’s co-worker while you all stood by the main office door. a few of the other members sat at their desks, either watching or minding their own business.

the blond called you to bring dazai, who had been constantly sleepy as of late, home. although he ignored the work he was given, he still managed to act exhausted instead of lazy like he normally would. if he wasn’t going to get anything done during the day, he might as well be sent home to rest.

dazai rubbed the back of his neck, thinking that his partner calling you to the agency was unnecessary. not only that, but his cover had been blown. once you finish talking with kunikida, you take dazai’s hand and walk with him to your shared apartment. it was a quiet walk from there to home.

the moment he’s inside, dazai will flop onto the couch. it takes a little bit of convincing to get him to talk about the repeating nightmare

he thinks he doesn’t need it at first, but comforting him actually affects him greatly. it lets him know that he has your support as he fights his own battles. please have him close so that he can put his hands on your waist and rest his head by the crook of your neck

“you can tell me anything,” you tell him. “there’s a lot about yourself you keep a secret, and that’s okay. i get that there are things you can’t find yourself to share, but this is something you have to. talking about these things are important, dazai. i don’t want you losing sleep over it, m’kay? just talk with me.”

to love and be loved is a curse— but even so, dazai couldn’t resist

RANPO EDOGAWA

you were set up to be killed and he didn’t realize until it was too late in his nightmare

as the greatest detective in the world, nothing seemed unbeatable to ranpo. though there have been some obstacles, there was always a way to win in the end. well, that’s what he thought

his sleeping mind toyed with him by placing you in a situation where there was no way for you to live. fyodor had set up a plan to kill you, a valuable asset to the agency, and it went right under ranpo’s nose

it obviously felt so real to ranpo. so if he wakes up and you aren’t with him in bed, he’s afraid that maybe everything wasn’t a nightmare. he scurries out of bed and to the first place you’d be

“come back to bed.”

sometimes, you’d find yourself wide awake in the middle of the night. it was a problem that settled down when you got together with ranpo, but still happened on a few occasions. whenever it did, you sat on the balcony of your shared apartment and read a book. if the weather was harsh, you’d read in your study.

you were surprised when ranpo suddenly told you to go back to bed with him. his voice was more pleading than you ever heard it to be, leading you to think something was wrong.

you shut the book in your hands, “hey… are you okay?”

i feel like ranpo would play it off as something stupid that he doesn’t even understand, but you know better. the two of you would have to be hugging in bed for him to tell you what happened. as he does, his hands grasp the back of your shirt and he buries his face into your chest

once he finishes, he already knows what you’re going to say. you wouldn’t let yourself fall into fyodor’s hands that easily, so he shouldn’t think about it

“stay in bed from now on,” ranpo suggested. “if you wake up, read your book here.”

“but what if you wake up?”

“doesn’t matter to me.” he’s shy to admit it, but, “you scared me…”

safe to say, ranpo prefers to have you by his side so he can hug you if he was to ever wake up from any nightmares (my bb <3 im so soft for him rn)

AKIKO YOSANO

you died before she could save you in her nightmare

yosano wasn’t sure how she got there, but she had been running for what seemed to be forever. the aching in her feet seemed all too real as she sprinted towards where you were

but once she found you, it was too late. your wounds were deep and your blood was everywhere. she tried to use her ability, but it was futile to even try. the butterflies of her ability appeared, but your heart just wouldn’t beat again

“y/n, please,” the woman cried.

it was happening all over again. that soldier… a kind soul that couldn’t carry the weight of war any longer. he was gone, and yosano tried so desperately to bring him back. now, you were in his situation— gone and never able to return.

she let out a scream, both in that nightmare and in real life. it obviously woke you up, and you were quick to respond by holding her forearms

once reality sets in and she realizes it was only a nightmare, yosano is quick to take a deep breath. as a doctor, she’s had to help calm down patients many times. she knows what to do in order to ease her own mind, yet it was harder to do that she thought

her lips trembled as the breaths she let out were short and shaky. even if you hold her, her fists are clenched. it takes a moment with you rubbing her back to calm her nerves

being with her means you know her past with mori during the war. if you knew all about that, then yosano will definitely be open about the nightmare

she immediately feels a sense of relief after telling you about it, but is still shaken up. yosano will embrace you and try to fall asleep in your arms, even if the image of your dead body keeps on popping up in her mind

“a nightmare,” you reassure her, “it’s just a nightmare. i’m right here, darling.”

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tenelkadjowrites · 1 year

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Wallflower - Part Three - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW)

PART ONE HERE. PART TWO HERE.

🌻 Summary: While your feelings towards nerdy Seonghwa continue to deepen, your relationship with your coworkers and job further deteriorate.

🌻 Word count: 10.7k

🌻 Genre & warnings: nerdy seonghwa with coworker reader. fem pronouns for reader. descriptions of anxiety and a panic attack. dirty talk. hand job. spanking (reader receiving). masturbation. semi public sexual activities. unprotected sex. creampie.

🌻 Tags are now moved to the bottom of the fic.

this fic is not meant to represent seonghwa in any way, shape or form.

In your dream, you’re stuck behind a soundproof glass that has encircled your desk. Seonghwa is on the other side, sitting at his cubicle, typing away. You keep trying to get his attention but it’s useless. You bang your hands against the glass, growing frustrated. It’s becoming difficult to breathe. Your computer turns on, showing white static like an old TV. The noise grows louder, making it hard to think. As you bang your hands against the glass again, there is a noise that sounds like someone has turned on a bathtub. Alarmed, you look over your shoulder. Water is pouring in from the top of the glass through a small hole. It sloshes around at your feet and the panic of being submerged is so intense that you throw your weight against the glass. Nothing happens. It’s up to your ankles now and rapidly rising. You scream but no sound comes out –

And when you jolt awake, you find yourself staring at Seonghwa’s face. Panicked, you sit up, almost banging your head into his. He’s talking but you can’t make out what he is saying. Your heart is pounding so fast that it feels as though it’s going to explode out of your chest. Seonghwa’s hands are on your upper arms and you can finally make out what he is saying.

“It’s a nightmare. Hey, it was just a nightmare. You’re awake, it’s okay, you’re awake.”

He’s right. One wild glance shows that you’re in your bedroom, wearing just your skirt from earlier, Seonghwa still naked with the sheets around his waist. You take in a shuddery breath, trying to calm down.

“What time is it?”

Seonghwa glances at the clock on the bedside table. “A little past two.”

“I’m sorry, did I wake you? I didn’t…” You shiver, suddenly cold.

“Let me get you a shirt and some water,” Seonghwa says and before you can protest, he slides off the bed.

The room is too dark to make anything out other than his silhouette as he grabs his boxers off the floor and glasses off the dresser. You watch him, trying to steady your accelerated breathing.

“The top right drawer of the dresser,” You tell him, “Any shirt is fine.”

He opens it, grabs one, hands it to you and then leaves to get some water from the kitchen. You slip into the shirt, tugging it down across your chest. Your heartbeat is still fast and it’s hard to pull yourself from the nightmare. It had simply felt so intense, from the loud static of the computer, the water cold against your feet and your desperation for Seonghwa to hear you.

Seonghwa returns a minute later with a glass of water, handing it to you. After thanking him, you take a long sip as he gets back into bed next to you.

“Do you want any?” You ask quietly when finished and he gives a small shake of his head. You place it on the bedside table. “I’m sorry that I woke you.”

“It’s alright, really.”

He is close to you now, warm, comforting, safe, and even though you should be mindful of how he is just your friend even with having sex involved, you lean forward and embrace him.

Seonghwa seems surprised for a millisecond before his arms wrap around you. Your head rests on his shoulder, hands resting against the smooth skin of his back.

“I was in some glass box at work. It was soundproof and filling with water. You were at your cubicle. I couldn’t get your attention and I knew I was going to drown,” You recall the nightmare aloud, “It’s silly, I know. And not real.”

“Your brain doesn’t know it isn’t real. It reacts accordingly,” He seems to be thinking for a moment because he then adds quietly, “But I heard you, didn’t I? That’s how I woke you up.”

The words calm you, the logic wiggling in your brain and taking root there. Seonghwa had heard you. Not in the nightmare but in reality where he woke you up and pulled you out of there. You soften in his arms, closing your eyes.

It feels good to have him here. Everything about Seonghwa radiated a calm, collected energy which was something you aren’t sure you possess anymore. Even though you have kept reminding yourself that he isn’t for you, that he is more of a friend than anything else, it didn’t seem as if your body listened. The way you responded to his touch, calmed down around him and felt safe all made a small voice in the back of your head say you were intentionally ignoring something quite obvious.

“Do you want to lay back down?” His voice is gentle, and you are nudged away from your potentially brooding thoughts.

You nod but can’t bring yourself to let go which results in your head back on his chest, curled against him after he removes his glasses. His fingers trail down your back, and you can feel your heartbeat begin to slow. With Seonghwa laying back down, your attention is drawn to his body. You fight the urge to reach out and touch him there, reminding yourself that he needs to go back to sleep.

But as the nightmare fades from memory, it’s difficult not to want him again. Everything just feels so perfect with Seonghwa, including sex. The pleasure blots out the worries about work, your unhappiness, your lack of friends – all of it fades when he touches you.

Trying to play it off casually, your hand moves lower against his stomach. His skin is warm to the touch. You are thinking about how big he is, how long it took to get him inside your cunt. Your fingers are on the top of his boxers now, hovering, torn between going to bed or asking if you could make him feel good.

Seonghwa stirs a little and then whispers, “What are you thinking about?”

You could lie. But that doesn’t feel like a true option. So, you go, “I was thinking about touching you. But then I was scolding myself that you want to get some sleep.”

He pauses for a moment. You can hear the small inhale of his breath. The room is quiet, far removed from any noise of street traffic. Occasionally, it could feel isolating. Tonight, it just makes you grateful for Seonghwa’s steady presence.

“You can touch me,” His voice is a rumble in your ear pressed against his chest.

Your hand travels downward, touching him outside his boxers. You’ve had a collection of lovers over the years but this compelling emotion of wanting to make someone feel this good is new. Seonghwa has made you cum more in a short amount of time than anyone else did and has been putting your pleasure first constantly. You want to give that back to him with such intensity that you don’t even give yourself time to analyze why it’s such an overflowing emotion because you’re afraid of what the answer is going to be at the end.

Seonghwa shivers, his hand briefly going still against your back as you continue to touch him. His cock is growing hard in his boxers. It is too dark to make out anything other than the outline of his bulge. It strains against the fabric as you continue to rub. His breathing has changed, deepening with each movement of your fingers.

Your hand goes to the top of his boxers, tapping two fingers against Seonghwa’s stomach. He gets the message, raising his hips just enough for you to tug down his boxers, freeing his cock from the confines of the fabric. It lays thick and heavy against his stomach, and when you bring your hand around it, Seonghwa shudders. His length is warm and rock hard in your palm.

“It’s kinda impressive I got this thing inside me,” You remark quietly.

“Are you teasing me?” He replies, his voice as light as a feather.

“Just a little,” You admit.

After spitting into your hand, very slowly you stroke his cock. Your hand is small against his girth but you make the best of the situation. You like how Seonghwa’s breath is quickening as you continue to slowly move your hand up and down. There is precum glistening at the tip of his cock now and you bring your hand up to smear it across his length.

“Can I ask you something? It’s a vanity question,” Seonghwa’s voice is uneven and after you nod, he continues, “Did I uh…well, the rumor. Did it end up being true…for you?”

“Which part?” You are playing coy now, taking secret pleasure in hearing Seonghwa’s embarrassed tone.

Your speed increases a little and Seonghwa lets out a tiny moan. The sound makes you wet, drives you to keep going because you want him to make more noise, to crumble completely underneath your touch.

“The entire –” He groans softly as you keep going, stopping only to make sure to get collect his precum to use as a lubricant, “Entire rumor.”

“I don’t remember it,” You continue to tease him, “Can you remind me?”

His free hand is gripping the bed sheets as you keep going. You can hear the sound of his sticky cum against your hand, tilting your face upwards to look at his changing expressions and the pink hue across his cheeks.

“The r-rumor that I can fuck well,” He says and he looks torn between being shy enough to melt into the bed and horny enough to buck his hips against your hand, “And that I – fuck,” He loses his train of thought as your speed increases, jerking him off hard and fast.

You’re so wet that you’re practically dripping for him but your only focus is on Seonghwa. His head rolls back at one point as the pleasure heightens, his gasp ragged. He looks like a far cry from the well put together nerd at the office which somehow makes it hotter.

Still, he tries to complete his earlier sentence. “And that I have a big dick,” He says it quickly as if he is afraid of losing himself to how good it feels.

“Don’t forget the eating pussy,” You reply casually as if your hand isn’t a mess of his cum, listening to his growing noise of moans and groans, “But yes, I think the rumor was entirely true about you, Seonghwa.”

“O-oh, good,” He manages to say and you know he is close to finishing by the fragile sound of his voice.

“Now, are you going to blow your load all over my hand or do you wanna keep talking?”

Seonghwa lets out a strangled groan, bucking his hips against your hand as he begins to cum, the words pushing him to climax. You watch his expressions change as he finishes, taking note of the way he bites down hard on his bottom lip, how tightly his eyes close, the flush of colour against his skin. Something flutters in your chest at the sight.

His cum is hot against your skin, covering your hand and spilling out over his abdomen. Before you can even say another word, Seonghwa shifts onto his side, grabbing your leg and hoisting it over his hip while bringing his hand down to your cunt. His fingers find your clit immediately and the touch makes you gasp.

“God, you’re fucking soaked,” His voice is hoarse as he rubs your clit, “You’re going to cum in seconds.”

You try to reply but your body is shivering and Seonghwa kisses you. Your moans are muffled against his mouth as he furiously works your clit. His tongue is in your mouth; he takes over your senses. Your body responds to him in a way it never has to anyone else.

He is right – your orgasm begins in seconds. You are cumming against his hand, weak against his touch. Waves of pleasure overtake you, spurned on by his gentle words to keep going. By the time your climax subsides, all thoughts of the nightmare are washed away and replaced with the warmth of Seonghwa.

Enveloped in him, it doesn’t take long to fall back asleep.

The Monday morning meeting is one of the dullest events of the week but lately, they have become an intolerable exercise in trying not to quit on the spot. They always ran too long on account of Sir Dipshit not knowing when to stop, ultimately talking about things that had no bearing on the matters at hand.

You are chafing to get out of the stuffy meeting room.

“This Friday, remember, we are allowing everyone to wear jeans! Very exciting,” Sir Dipshit clasps his hands together, “We might even do it next Friday too!”

“Yippie,” You mumble, eyes scanning the crowd again to find Seonghwa. This is tricky because he is slightly behind you which means glancing at him never looks natural.

He is tucked away in the corner, leaning against the wall because Sir Dipshit never brings the right amount of seats for everyone. His button up shirt is pastel blue, crisp without any wrinkles. His tan slacks with a simple black belt finish off his outfit. As usual, his light blonde hair is slightly messy and he looks attentively through his large glasses. You have no idea how he can look so alert. But you suppose he enjoys his job unlike yourself.

You feel so many different emotions while looking at him that it makes it difficult to pinpoint just one. A month ago, Seonghwa was just the nerdy coworker and now he’s…well, not only someone you’ve slept with, someone you know now in a manner that no one else in the office does, but he’s your friend.

But ‘friend’ doesn’t seem to fit how you see him. Which just makes things more confusing since there is nothing about Seonghwa that is your type romantically as you remind yourself a thousand times a day. He’s also given no indication that he sees you as anything other than a friend to casually have sex with. Except the way he holds you afterwards, a tiny and annoying voice says in the back of your head which you staunchly ignore.

As if sensing your gaze on him, Seonghwa glances over in your direction. Your eyes lock for the briefest moment and Seonghwa mimics falling asleep. Your lips twist in a smile as you look away.

“What’s so funny?” Your coworker whispers.

“Nothing,” You lie immediately, still feeling as though whatever is going on with Seonghwa is something to be kept private.

Your coworker stares at you for a beat longer before settling back in her chair, dropping the subject. You know that it is a matter of time before someone starts to notice your friendship with Seonghwa which will naturally bring rumors about dating since everyone is bored to tears in the office. You will never hear the end of it from your circle of coworkers that you have coffee with and the future headache looms in the distance. Seonghwa has often been the subject of many a conversation mocking him much to your ever growing guilt. The entire thing reminds you of high school in the worst way possible.

Sir Dipshit finally frees you ten minutes later as everyone spills out of the meeting room to drag their heels back to their cubicles. You don’t want to go to your desk but you didn’t want to be in the meeting either. You just simply don’t want to be here.

Instead, you wander over to the watercooler, taking your sweet time. You feel Seonghwa’s presence before you see him, looking over your shoulder.

“Dallying too?” You ask.

“Sorta,” He replies, grabbing his own small paper cup, “I saw you over here and wanted to say hi.”

You can feel the butterflies in your stomach and steadfastly pay no attention to them. The early morning light is slanting through the windows of the office, making Seonghwa’s hair shine.

“Was just trying to stay awake during that meeting,” You say, trying not to picture him naked underneath his office attire or think about how his tongue felt in your mouth, “He just talks so fucking much.”

“Yeah, he is quite enchanted with the sound of his own voice,” Seonghwa replies but you catch the way his eyes flick down to your waist before leaning forward to fill up his cup.

You swallow hard, looking at the curve of his neck. Your entire body is screaming for him and it is distracting. After he left Saturday morning, the two of you only casually texted the rest of the weekend. There had been nothing sexual about the conversation, leaving you back with the original feeling of floating between friendship and sex. Things always felt the most natural when you were wrapped up in him after sex. Otherwise, there seemed to be something awkward hovering in the air.

Seonghwa straightens, fixing his glasses and then going, “How are you feeling today? With being here?”

You exhale slowly, “Honestly, not that great. But I’ll get over it.”

His eyes narrow a little. “You know, there are other places you could work. You don’t have to feel trapped here if you’re that unhappy.”

“Yeah but…you know, I’ve been with this company for a while now and sorta climbed my way to this spot. And there’s still more to climb.”

“Sure, I get that,” He takes a sip of water and you stare at his Adam’s apple, “But what’s the point of the climb if you don’t enjoy it?” He finishes with a shrug.

You stare at him, the words sounding like a thunderclap in your head. You aren’t even sure what to say.

Seonghwa crushes the small cup in his large hand, making your emotions a confusing mess of work angst and horniness. He tosses it into the bin.

“I’ll talk to you later,” He says with a small wave.

You nod, watching Seonghwa go, torn between pulling him into an empty office somewhere and fucking him or staring at the wall as a mental cacophony of doubt and fear about work bounces around your skull.

In the end, you do what you’re paid to do – sit at your desk and pretend to be busy.

Lunch hour, sitting at the same table, in the same chair at the coffee shop across the street. You are staring at your unfinished muffin with a trickle of disdain. Around you, the usual round of gossip has commenced. You can’t believe it is only one in the afternoon. The thought of going back into the office is oppressive but so is staying here and drinking your coffee.

“Well, that’s cuz everyone in the software and IT departments are nerds of the worst kind,” Someone is saying while you stare at your coffee as if it can tell your fortune. “I mean, accounting is pretty bad too.”

“Yeah but Sir Dipshit loves accounting. When he talks to any of the computer geeks in software, you can tell he doesn’t feel like the smartest guy in the room anymore so he hates it,” Another coworker says.

Your mind is still stuck on what Seonghwa had said by the watercooler. But what’s the point of the climb if you don’t enjoy it? You think about how focused you’ve been on your career and nothing else, how so many things fell to the wayside over the years, your nice apartment that gives you no joy, and how you’ve never stopped to consider what sort of life you actually want. If anyone else had sounded like the Hannah Montana movie while trying to give you advice, you would have ignored them. But the words coming from Seonghwa are taking root in your chest.

You only tune back into the conversation when your gossipy coworker says, “He likes Seonghwa because every time that guy talks, Sir Dipshit can quietly take a nap.”

The chorus of titters is what pushes you over the edge. Looking up from your coffee, you snap, “Aren’t we bored? Every day we come over here and waste the entire hour shit talking people in the office because our lives are fucking boring.”

“Jesus, what the hell is your problem?”

Your gossipy coworker narrows her eyes, suspicion lining her features. “She’s got a crush on Seonghwa, that’s what it is.”

You can feel your cheeks growing warm at the accusation. “I do not. I’m just bored of talking about the same people all the time in the worst way possible.”

“You were fine with it until it involved Seonghwa. Once that rumor of his big dick popped up, you’re suddenly his staunch defender even though you’ve made fun of him plenty of times,” She goes on relentlessly and you flinch, knowing she isn’t exactly wrong, “So, why don’t you save the holier-than-thou attitude you’ve gotten lately.”

You stand up. Your skin is hot and not in a fun way; it feels as if there are tiny bugs wiggling around underneath the surface. You’re weary of the gossip, you’re burnt out on the daily routine and yes, the guilt at sitting around as people make fun of Seonghwa is burning you up.

“If you’re so curious about Seonghwa, why don’t you go hang out with him then?” Your gossipy coworker continues, clearly relishing the moment that has been building for ages.

“At least it would be a nice change of pace compared to sitting around here talking about the same stuff,” You snap, grabbing your bag, “Masquerading as the mean girls in a shitty movie set in high school.”

You storm off, hearing giggling behind you as your coworker says something you can’t make out. Your heart is racing and the palms of your hands feel itchy. The office building looms in front of you but staying near them is also too much.

You know you’ve effectively burned a bridge with the only sort of ‘friend group’ you have at work. Some part of you doesn’t care while the other side cares very much. It had been so easy to fall in with them; maybe you’ve always hated working here and hanging out with them made it easier to hide from.

But the guilt at everything you’ve ever said negatively about Seonghwa is slamming into your chest with the force of a sledgehammer. You enter the building, hurriedly pressing the button for your floor, wondering what would happen if you just left early. Would Sir Dipshit notice? Would anyone care?

By the time you step off the elevator, you can feel the start of a full blown panic attack tugging on the edges of your brain. Your eyes sweep the office floor which is emptier than usual due to most people on their lunch hour. But you spot Seonghwa walking away from the fax machine, a slightly annoyed expression on his face (which most people had whenever they needed to use the fax machine).

You walk towards him, each footfall heavy in your head. Seonghwa looks surprised at the sight of you walking towards him so aggressively. You aren’t even sure what you’re going to say until you get in front of him, open your mouth and –

A choked sob comes out instead of any words. He looks immediately alarmed, reaching out for your arm before stopping himself, his hand hovering in the air.

“I think I’m gonna have a panic attack,” You manage to mumble, wishing you were not about to embarrass yourself in front of the whole office.

Seonghwa doesn’t miss a beat, going, “Follow me,” and heads back towards the elevator.

You listen to him, unsure where he is going to take you. Your vision is blurring with tears and your chest is growing tighter by the second. The elevator doors close. You’re aware that you are making some strange breathing noises as your entire body feels more and more off kilter. Seonghwa doesn’t say anything. The doors open and he tells you again to follow him.

It is a lot colder down here and so quiet that it is almost unsettling. You realize Seonghwa has brought you down to the server room where no one would have any reason to be here. He pushes open a door to a small office and you immediately sit down at the computer chair before exploding into tears.

Seonghwa crouches in front of you, his hands tentatively resting on your knees while looking upwards. “What can I do?” He asks in a soft voice.

His kindness doesn’t help, not now as you mentally beat yourself up. Your breathing is ragged as if your lungs are struggling to work properly. The tears are a wild thing now, like a creature being trapped, and when you speak, each word is punctuated with a horrible gasp.

“I was having coffee with everyone and they – I don’t get along with them and I don’t like them or myself around them – so I said as much and – ” Your words are cut off as a fresh sob escapes from in between your lips, “And I hate it here and I hate this job but I don’t know what else to do at this point because I’ve worked my entire life to land here and I’m miserable.”

Seonghwa opens his mouth to reply but you give a firm shake of your head. You can’t take him being kind to you, not without him knowing all of it.

“I’m not a good person. I’ve made fun of you so many times before we began to hang out. Just casual comments here and there without thinking too much about you as a person. Because I was bored. And I’m ugly inside. I’m sorry,” You finish, crying so hard now that you think you’re going to snap in half.

You can’t make out Seonghwa anymore since you’re crying too much. The office is cold, your skin has broken out into goosebumps and you feel very small in this office. The guilt that was eating away at you has now been vomited up into the world but you don’t feel any better.

“Hey, you don’t think that I’m not aware of the jokes made about me?” Seonghwa says in a tone of someone trying not to startle a deer, “I know it’s easy to make fun of the guy who builds Lego kits for fun and has a stack of Animal Crossing amiibo cards. It doesn’t bother me.”

“You’re lying,” You shake your head, “You’re still trying to be nice to me.”

At this, Seonghwa laughs quietly. “What do you want me to do? Punish you because you cracked some jokes about my interests before we even knew each other?”

“Yes!” You exclaim, “I need you to tell me I’m a bad person and that we can’t be friends anymore.” You rub your eyes furiously, knowing your makeup is a lost cause at this point.

“What people say doesn’t impact me. Everyone always has something to say about me what I like and how I dress. If I paid attention to them, I’d be wasting all my energy on trying to get people to like me or know me,” He shrugs, “I have friends and family that I care about. Those are the people whose opinions matter to me.”

“You’re the worst,” You squeak out, “You’re just so likeable all the time.”

Seonghwa laughs louder at this remark and your crying begins to lessen. He raises up his hand and brushes some tears off your cheek. “You didn’t know me when you said those things. Everyone gets bored at work, wants to find something to talk about. Now that you know me, you felt so bad about what you said, you come to me crying about it.”

“Even after we became friends, they would make jokes about you and I just let them. I like how I feel when we hang out –” Realizing how that sounds, you quickly backtrack, “I don’t mean just…I mean hanging out as friends. Not just the physical…anyway I just didn’t want them to know because I liked having this friendship that wasn’t tied to work. It wasn’t something work knew about. It was just mine. I got selfish. So if they talked about you, I stayed silent.” The tears are threatening to make a return and your bottom lip quivers. “But that was shitty of me. You deserve better. I’m sorry.”

You are expecting anger at the confession that even after being friends with him and sleeping together, you still let people shit talk him. Or maybe that’s just want you wanted – your anger at yourself for not defending him, engaging in the shit talking, all the little jokes about him over the years, only noticing him because of a rumor, keeping him a secret because it suited you, all of it should lead Seonghwa down the path of being disgusted with you. It is what you deserve.

But the expression on his face doesn’t change. “Listen, I appreciate the apology. I forgive you. It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not okay,” You reply quickly, wishing he understood, “Why are you being so nice about it?”

Seonghwa shifts his weight a little while reaching for your hand. His touch is minor but feels like an anchor. Feels like something more than friends, that frustrating little voice whispers.

“I know my life. I know what I like, what I don’t, and who I want to spend time with. I know how to do my job and I know when to focus on a hobby, regardless of how it may be perceived as nerdy or whatever. I’m at ease with myself. You’re not at ease with yourself. You hate your job. You don’t have a social circle other than an honestly obnoxious set of coworkers who are bored with their lives. You’re lost and you’re unhappy.”

“Damn, alright,” You breathe out, “Listen, I was expecting the friendship to be ended, not to be dragged to hell.”

Seonghwa fights off a smile, his thumb gently grazing the top of your hand. “What you need right now is compassion, not hostility. You’re having a rough time and trying to make the best of it. I forgive you for anything you may have joked about me in the past.”

“I also didn’t believe the rumor about you,” You say weakly, in one last final attempt to get the anger you felt you deserved, “I scoffed at it. Laughed at it even.”

“Well, I think we got the rumor squared away, don’t you? Unless I misunderstood the gibberish sounds coming out of your mouth the other night,” He teases quietly.

You let out a noise that sounds like a half cry, half laugh and rub your eyes again. You want to kiss him, you want him to hold you. But you’re at work, you’ve destroyed your makeup – and the two of you are still ultimately friends. It isn’t a friend who would kiss you at this moment.

“How terrible do I look?” You ask, wondering if you could possibly pretend you threw up and leave early.

But Seonghwa’s gaze only softens as he replies, “You look beautiful.”

You end up sneaking out of the office early before anyone can catch sight of you. Back at your apartment, you scrub your face clean and change into the comfiest clothes you have.

Then you just sit in silence on the couch, trying to work through the events of the afternoon. Tomorrow, you could apologize to your coworkers and try to fix things. But you don’t actually want to especially after apologizing to Seonghwa. It feels wrong to then go back to them.

I care about Seonghwa more than a group of catty coworkers, you think but try not to analyze it too much. When it comes to Seonghwa, things are starting to feel a bit more than muddled with how you see him.

You’re not at ease with yourself. You hate your job. You don’t have a social circle other than an honestly obnoxious set of coworkers who are bored with their lives. You’re lost and you’re unhappy. Everything Seonghwa has said today is true. His earlier words about the climb being enjoyable also float around.

�� I’ve been so busy with work I haven’t stopped to think about if I even want to be doing what I do every day. But if I don’t want to do this, then what should I be doing? That same lost feeling is creeping up on you. You’ve been running from it for ages. To face it would mean everything in your life changing and that scares the hell out of you too. Maybe it’s easier to be miserable in a setting you know versus trying something new and not feeling the ground underneath your feet.

Your phone buzzes then. You know it is going to be Seonghwa before you check the text.

“How are you feeling?”

“Okay, I guess. Are you still at work?”

“I’m leaving in a few,” There is a pause as the next message takes longer to be typed out, “Let me know if I can do anything.” is what it ultimately says.

“I will, thanks.”

In truth, you want nothing more than to forget about the day by tumbling into Seonghwa’s arms. But you have been increasingly relying on him to distract you from the utter confusion of your life which isn’t right.

On top of that, Seonghwa comes with his own set of confusion as well. The two of you are friends with benefits but the annoying way you get butterflies around him, and the way you wanted him to kiss you after being so comforting earlier was definitely not friendly. Now those feelings you weren’t quite ready to sit in yet.

You were starting to get the sensation of being at the top of a rollercoaster right before it dropped. You just weren’t sure if you would survive the fall.

You manage to cobble yourself together to return to work the next day although the giggles when walking past your coworkers tells you everything needed about that door closing. You feel weary, unable to care, knowing that things are shifting in your life but no idea where they are going to land.

In the short term, however, that meant your routine of coffee across the street is busted. You could just eat lunch at your desk but thinking about spending time willingly in your cubicle makes you feel faintly sick.

This realization leads you to seeking out Seonghwa around noon, wondering what he does during his lunch hour. You’ve seen him pop by the coffee shop a few times but not with any sort of regularity.

He is in his cubicle, typing away in an overly long e-mail. You hover, aware that by asking him to hang out at work, it will be signaling to everyone on the floor the two of you are friends. But your desire to be around him is stronger than stares and rumors.

“Seonghwa,” You say by way of greeting, “What are you doing?”

“Finishing up an e-mail Sir Dipshit won’t read,” He replies grimly.

You wonder if Sir Dipshit is aware the nickname you and your coworkers created for him has spread around the entire office to the point that even Seonghwa is casually using it. The thought pleases you.

You lean down to look at his computer screen. Seonghwa stops typing, tilting his face in your direction. It mirrors the same position from before when he was helping you update your computer. You scan the e-mail, steadfastly ignoring the quickening of your heart.

“Yeah, he won’t read this,” You confirm, “You have some words in here that have like eight letters or more in them.” He laughs and your brain buzzes pleasantly. “For the sake of honesty, I have no one to hang out with on my lunch hour anymore. What do you do?”

“I usually go to the cafeteria on the fifth floor.”

You turn to stare at him incredulously. “You don’t.”

“I do. Why is that shocking?”

“I just didn’t know anyone who actually goes there. I heard the food is apocalyptic.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s made out of ex-employees,” He says with mock seriousness, “That’s why I bring my own lunch. I just don’t want to eat at my cubicle.”

“Can I tag along?”

“Sure,” He says quickly, hitting send on the e-mail, “Let’s go.”

“No, explain it again,” You are saying twenty minutes later at one of the sterile tables in the mostly empty cafeteria.

“You’re making fun of me,” Seonghwa says dryly, “You think it’s silly.”

“No, I’m not saying it’s silly. I’ve just never sat around thinking about what I’d be doing in another universe.”

“Maybe you should,” He counters, “You wouldn’t feel so limited in your current life.”

You poke at the sandwich that was purchased after realizing you didn’t actually have anything to eat for lunch. A lukewarm cup of coffee is to your side – not up to your standards but what could you do about it? The coffee shop was off limits for now.

“So, what…in another universe, at this very moment, you could be…a prince.”

Seonghwa looks slightly perplexed. “I suppose so,” He replies slowly, “And you could be my childhood bully. Still talking shit about me even there.”

Your head snaps up from looking at your sandwich, worried he is actually upset about your gossiping about him. But he is hiding his laughter, clearly making fun of you.

“Hey,” You scowl, “You’re my singular friend, don’t scare me like that.”

Seonghwa looks strangely serious for a second, looking down at his meal. “We are still friends, right?”

You find the question curious and reply with a casual, “Well, yeah, of course.”

He shifts a little. His hair has fallen in front of his glasses, making it difficult to read his expression. You aren’t sure what Seonghwa is thinking about so you keep talking. “I mean, why wouldn’t we be? Unless I missed something.”

“No,” He says quickly, “You didn’t miss anything. I just wanted to make sure. Since you know…” He looks up then, making a small gesture between the two of you. “Sometimes things can change when physical…stuff is brought into it.”

You are sitting very still now, almost at the centre of a tornado in your chest. “No, I mean, we are still – we get along really well. I think we have a good…friendship.” But the word feels wrong in your mouth, a bit sour for some reason.

Seonghwa nods, his awkwardness radiating off him like a lighthouse helping ships to shore. “I assume…if we are going to date someone else, it would be best to…cut out the benefits part of the friendship. Since we’re…friends.”

The mentioning of dating feels like a sucker punch to your stomach. The cheap coffee churns painfully in your gut.

“Right, yeah, of course,” You say breezily in a tone that feels artificial and brittle, “That makes sense.”

“I just wanted to check in and see if anything had changed,” He had collected himself now, displaying an almost professional demeanor, “But with everything going on, I hadn’t been able to. Sorry to bring it up over lunch.” It is a signal the conversation is over.

But you are still snagged on the idea of Seonghwa dating someone else combined with the sudden knowledge that you couldn’t just casually fuck him forever. Eventually, time would bring changes, the very changes you feel exhausted running from.

Desperate to get the earlier energy back, you go, “Hey, does your multiple universe theory work for other time periods? Like, could we have met in the 90’s?”

“Sure, why not,” He has relaxed slightly. “You could be working at some department store or something.”

“And maybe you just started working there too. And you have a secret. Something scandalous.”

“A scandalous secret?” Seonghwa remarks incredulously, “Why are all your ideas so farfetched?”

“Oh, that’s far-fetched but not the concept of multiple universes?”

Seonghwa makes a noise of protest and the conversation continues. Even so, in the back of your head there is a dull throb. The ground is shifting underneath your feet, bringing you to the brink of making so many choices that you aren’t sure you’re ready for. Yet all you can picture is Seonghwa going on a date with someone else, wondering why it makes you feel vaguely ill.

The work day is almost over and you’re anxious to get out of the building. Sir Dipshit is patrolling around the office, asking some people to stay late and you have no intention on being one of those selected. This meant loitering in the back of the break room, slightly angled to see down the hall. If you even get a whiff of your boss, you’d dart out of the room and scurry to the bathrooms.

Nothing makes a grown woman feel more ridiculous than hiding out from her boss, you muse, hoping no one walks in and catches you acting weird.

Of course, that is exactly when someone does walk in.

Luckily, it is Seonghwa. He notices you immediately and raises one eyebrow. You bring a finger to your lips and motion for him to come over.

“What are you doing?” He whispers.

“Sir Dipshit is trying to recruit people to stay late and I will not be one of them.”

“So…just tell him no.”

“And get a lecture? That’s just as bad. I can’t handle a teamwork lecture right now.”

“Why are you hiding in the break room instead of one of the offices in the back that we’re using as glorified storage?”

“Oh, shit, I forgot about those.”

You reach for Seonghwa’s hand, yanking him along with you after making sure the hallway is clear. Behind the break room is a hallway near the bathrooms that have three separate offices. After upper management was condensed last year and a bunch of people got laid off, the offices had fallen into disuse.

You jiggle the handle of one which is locked. But the second office opens, allowing you to sneak inside and close the door behind Seonghwa. You pull down the blinds on the window facing the hallway and ram your back awkwardly into a gigantic pile of boxes.

“Ow, why is this shit still in here?” You hiss.

Seonghwa looks confused as to why he is hiding out alongside you. “No one wants to organize it and then scan the copies into the digital backup.”

There is still an empty desk in the room although most of it is covered in clutter. You wiggle past some boxes and go behind the desk, eying underneath.

“We could duck under here if we hear him.”

“Uhm, can I be honest for a second?” He doesn’t wait for you to reply, “This feels a bit ridiculous.”

“Well, then leave,” You fire back, “But I have twenty minutes to kill and you’re casting a shadow against the blinds. So make a choice.”

Seonghwa sighs but doesn’t leave, sliding through an opening in the clutter to stand next to you by the desk. There isn’t a lot of room – or light, seeing as the window is blocked with boxes almost touching the ceiling.

“This is extremely disorganized,” Seonghwa notes, pushing up on his glasses, “It should probably be tended to.”

“Why don’t you volunteer?”

“Well, I, uh, with the work I have, I don’t really have the time to sort through all of this.”

“Right and I bet if you ask every single person in this entire building, they’d say the same thing.” A noise in the hallway gets your attention, “Shit, be quiet.”

You pull on Seonghwa’s hand so that he crouches down behind the desk with you. There is a brief shadow against the blinds but it only lasts for a moment. Most likely someone heading to the bathroom. It suddenly hits you how absurd it is to be hiding out here. Maybe Seonghwa is right.

You turn your head in his direction to tell him as much. But Seonghwa is studying your face with such intensity that the words die in your throat. There is something unguarded in the expression, a rawness to it that you aren’t expecting and it is evident he hadn’t thought you were going to look at him in that second. But before you can say anything, Seonghwa is suddenly kissing you.

Surprised, you pull away, looking at his face which now includes a lipstick mark smeared across his lips. “What’s that for?” You whisper, your heartrate accelerating so quickly that you’re breathless.

“S-sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” He stammers, shaking his head, “I know we can’t – I shouldn’t do something like that at work.”

You weren’t meaning work but the words die in your mouth as you tug on his nerdy looking suspenders so that his lips are on yours again. He makes a small noise in the back of his throat as the kiss deepens. His hand goes to the back of your neck, pushing you against his body.

Sprawled out in the narrow space behind the desk, the two of you pawing at one another as if you’re in the back of a movie theatre, you press your hand down against his groin, feeling his hard cock through his slacks. Seonghwa inhales sharply as his hands grope your tits. He sucks on your tongue for a moment as you hitch up your skirt so it’s easier to straddle him. His back is against the side of the desk and you rock against him, wishing that you could fuck him but knowing it would be a fool’s errand to try to take his girth at work when you can barely fit him inside you in your own bedroom.

In between the kissing, you manage to say, “We can’t fuck at work.”

“I know,” Seonghwa’s voice is taunt and cracks at the edge, “That’s playing with fire and too dangerous.”

“What? No, I don’t care about that. Your dick is just too big and it takes too long for you to get in me.”

Seonghwa laughs against your skin and then covers his own mouth, trying to keep himself silent. His cheeks are flushed and glasses are askew which you fix. But he has your lipstick over his face. So much for transfer proof, you think, slightly annoyed because the lipstick was not cheap.

“Come home with me,” You whisper urgently, “We can come back for your bike.”

Seonghwa is lowering his hand down your skirt, pressing his fingers against your clit through your underwear. You jolt at the touch, thighs clenching as he brings his fingers underneath your underwear to probe your wet folds.

“Okay but first you have to cum,” He murmurs, “And you can’t make noise or take too long,” He moves a finger upwards to your clit, circling it lazily, “Judging by how wet you are, that second thing won’t be a problem.”

Your hands dig into his shoulders, a strangled moan leaving your mouth. Seonghwa shakes his head, a silent reminder to be quiet. You clamp down on your bottom lip.

You’re so wet that his finger keeps sliding off your clit but he doesn’t stop. He watches your ever changing facial expressions.

But being silent is becoming impossible. When a second moan tumbles free, Seonghwa brings up his other hand to your mouth, nudging your lips open a little before inserting two fingers inside. You close down around them, effectively muffled by their presence as he continues to rub your clit.

You know it is risky and silly to be doing something like this at work. Even if the offices are in disuse, there is still a risk of being caught. You simply can’t bring yourself to care enough to stop, not with Seonghwa making you feel this good. You enjoy the way he looks at you and enjoy biting down on his fingers when the pleasure becomes too much.

It doesn’t take you long to finish against his finger. Your orgasm is somehow as intense as it would be from fucking for hours but between trying to be quiet and Seonghwa’s fingers in your mouth, you don’t make very much noise.

Seonghwa brings his own finger to his mouth, tasting you against his tongue. You can feel his rock hard cock against your leg with how turned on he is from the entire situation. He pulls you in for another kiss and this one is slightly messy and on edge.

“Twenty minutes, meet me at my car,” You whisper and then pause before adding on, “But you should go to the bathroom first because my lipstick is all over you.”

Seonghwa blushes, looking like a flower in spring, and your heart constricts.

“You shouldn’t do that,” Seonghwa’s voice is cracked at the edges as his fingers dig into the edge of the passenger seat of your car, “Or…at least only do it at red lights,” He amends quickly.

You pull your hand away from his groin, gripping the steering wheel instead. Fine, so maybe you are sorta groping him a bit on the drive home. But even though he made you cum only twenty-five minutes ago, you are almost light headed at the thought of fucking him. You don’t think you’ve wanted to fuck someone this desperately – something that, if you allowed yourself to think about it, would lead you down one logical conclusion. But your brain neatly skirts around the issue, focusing only on your desire for Seonghwa.

“Good idea,” You reply, thinking the drive to your apartment has never taken longer.

Seonghwa shifts in his seat, his hands delicately clasped over the very obvious, very large tent in his pants. You sneak a glance at him – the light colour on his cheeks, the pinkish hue of his lips, the way his glasses rest on the bridge of his nose – and look away before he notices.

A couple seconds later, you get stuck at a red light which means your hand slides over his thigh and onto the bulge in his pants. He moves his hands away, inhaling sharply as you grope his dick.

“Fuck, you gotta stop or you’re gonna make me cum in my pants,” He finally gasps, “At this point I’m going to last two seconds by the time I get in you.”

“Well, it’ll take ages just to get your dick in me,” You reply while moving your hand away, “We can count that towards your time.”

Seonghwa laughs quietly. His hands are back to gripping the side of the seat. The light turns green and it takes all your willpower not to just floor it to get home faster.

After what feels like an eternity, you are at your apartment, turning your car off. The two of you manage to keep your hands off one another in the lobby but once the elevator doors close to take you to the fifth floor, Seonghwa has you pushed against the wall, his hands on your waist while his tongue is in your mouth.

Too swept up in one another, you only realize the elevator doors have opened when you hear a small, horrified gasp. Seonghwa pulls away from you, his cheeks a bright pink. An old lady with a scowl on her face is gawking at the two of you.

You grab Seonghwa’s hand, tugging him out of the elevator past the judgmental old woman. “Have a nice night!” You shout over your shoulder while turning the corner.

Seonghwa makes a noise that sounds like half laughter, half horror. As you fumble in your purse to try to find your keys at your front door, his hands sneak up to your ass, his chest against your back as he kisses your neck. You manage to fetch your keys but almost drop them on the floor when he bites down against your skin.

Tumbling into your apartment together, Seonghwa kicks the door shut as you pull on his suspenders again to hungrily bring his mouth against yours. You are against the small table by the front door and something clatters to the floor which you don’t pay attention to, instead dropping your purse next to it.

Seonghwa’s long fingers are trying to unbutton the front of your shirt as you slip the suspenders off his shoulders. You can’t explain why the desire is so overwhelming, spilling out from the both of you as he finally tugs your shirt off, hands immediately groping your tits through your bra. You just know that it far surpasses anything you’ve felt previously and that you won’t be able to think clearly until he has fucked the hell out of you.

You push against his hard abdomen, the kiss breaking for a second as you motion to go to your bedroom. Even the short walk there is not without touching and kissing each other as Seonghwa unbuttons his own shirt and tossing it onto the floor just outside your room.

You are so turned on that your skin feels as if it is made from pure electricity. You grip Seonghwa’s hair as you bring him in for a kiss, his soft locks wrapped around your fingers as you nip at his bottom lip with your teeth. He groans in your mouth, the desperation evident in the way his voice cracks.

You lose your footing, bringing him onto the bed with you. His half dressed body is against yours as his head moves away from your lips down to your neck, yanking your bra down to expose your tits. Your arms trail up along the firm muscles of his back before coming to rest on his shoulders. Your mind flashes to how he felt pressed against your back in the hallway.

“Seonghwa,” You murmur as his hand gropes your tit, pinching your nipple in between his fingers to make you jump, “Fuck me from behind.”

His breathing catches and he pulls away from you to finish undressing while you do the same. With the rest of your clothes forming a small pile on the floor, you look at him naked in front of the bed. He is stroking his big hard cock, the light of the setting sun cutting through the half lowered blinds to lay lazily across his toned stomach. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted anyone more than Seonghwa in this moment.

You turn around to get on all fours as Seonghwa runs his fingers down your back, stopping just above your ass. You shiver, your skin breaking out in goosebumps from the light touch.

“Are you wet enough for me?” He asks quietly, his hand lowering to touch your folds, making a small noise of approval, “Oh, you’re practically dripping.”

He gently presses down on your back to lower your body closer to the bed, your ass in the air as he nudges your legs apart wider to try to get ready for his cock. It’s easier to make your next request without having to look him in the face.

“Will you spank me?”

You can feel Seonghwa hesitate for a moment before he speaks, “Is this because of what you told me before?”

“Yes.” Your cheeks feel like two hot tiny suns.

“I told you I forgave you for gossiping about me.”

“I know. I just…” It is strange to feel this shy especially around Seonghwa of all people. “I just have been thinking about it. You touching me like that.”

His hand is on your ass now, a small weight against the skin. You know Seonghwa held no malice towards you about the gossip and it wasn’t even truly about the fact you had shit talked him before – that was just the setup, the excuse to let yourself daydream about him spanking you.

“Tell me when you want me to stop,” He replies and then his other hand comes down sharply against your ass in a sudden spank.

You gasp, unprepared for it, rocking forward slightly from the impact. It somehow felt better than you were expecting. This isn’t something you typically do with partners but the idea of nerdy Seonghwa with his long fingers spanking you refused to leave your mind. Now, after the first spank, you know that you want more.

His other hand leaves your skin briefly to spank you on the other side. Your hands splay out against the blanket, gasping in pleasure from the sensation.

“If you take my cock well, I’ll keep spanking you,” He says, positioning his length at your entrance.

You’re desperate for him to enter you and when you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your cunt, you feel almost relieved. Seonghwa goes slowly, aware that even though you’ve taken him before, this position is new and you’re still not used to his girth.

But you take the tip almost easily which rewards you with another heavy spank. You know that you’re soaking wet, already clenching down around the tip of Seonghwa when his hand smacks against your skin.

“Relax for me,” His voice is soft, completely different from the sensation of his hand spanking your ass, “There you go, baby. Now, take more of me.”

He moves his hips a little as your walls stretch out around his big dick. Taking him from behind feels completely different from the last time. Your brain feels as if someone has picked it up and is emptying it out across a beach, every thought being washed away by the growing pleasure.

Seonghwa spanks you again, so hard that your hands form fists to grab the blanket. You gasp as his cock sinks deeper into your cunt. You try not to clench down around him, reminding yourself to relax so that more of him can enter but he feels so good that it is difficult to keep that in the forefront of your mind.

Seonghwa presses down on your back again, your ass higher in the air so that he can push more of his length into your pussy. Your eyes are closed now, his name leaving your lips every few seconds as if it is some sort of chant.

“Halfway,” He tells you, rewarding you with another sharp spank across your ass, making you groan, “I have to admit that I never thought I’d be fucking you like this, spanking you and hearing you moan.”

You would reply if your brain could form any words. All Seonghwa gets in reply is a garbled moan as more of him enters your cunt.

“Is this what you’ve been thinking about since you apologized? Being ‘punished’ like this?” Another spank as he pushes forward. Your pussy is so wet that you’re starting to take him faster. “It’s a beautiful sight seeing your ass in the air like this with my cock stretching out your small hole. What was that?” Another spank. “Was that you trying to say my name?”

It was. His name leaves your mouth again just as jumbled up as before. You’re downright delirious from how turned on you are. He pushes his cock in harder this time, all the way to the edge. The final effort makes you groan, trying to move your ass backwards to meet his movement.

Seonghwa’s voice is taunt when he goes, “There, baby, all the way in. Does it feel okay?”

You know he is just checking in but describing how you currently feel as just ‘okay’ seems to be a big disservice. You moan out a ‘yes’ and Seonghwa tentatively rocks his hips, getting you ready to be fucked by him. At the same time, he brings his hand down hard against your ass. Your skin is tender now, making you jump at the touch which only means you rock back against his cock.

He inhales, cursing softly under his breath. You almost wish that your room had a mirror so you could watch him fuck you. You try to picture what he must look like, lithe and toned with his slender hips bucking into you, his hand striking your ass, glasses perched on his nose.

Your pussy is used to him now, taking his length easier with each small movement of his hips. Seonghwa begins to pull out a little more before thrusting back in. You moan, your eyes practically rolling back in your head as your cheek comes to rest against the blanket, unable to even pretend to hold yourself up any longer.

Seonghwa’s pace steadily increases, his breathing growing ragged with each thrust. The angle feels amazing as his cock easily slides in and out of your extremely wet cunt. Your fingers grip the blanket, mouth going slack as moans topple from it constantly. There is not a single thought in your head as Seonghwa fucks you with his big dick.

The spanking has ceased now that his focus has shifted on fucking. His fingers dig into your hips, the sound of your wet cunt taking his cock sounding obscene. You realize you’re drooling a bit, getting some on the blanket from how zoned out you are from pleasure. You manage to wiggle one hand downward to rub your clit as he fucks you, bucking your hips backwards as you gasp.

“Are you going to cum for me?” Seonghwa gasps in between thrusts.

You whimper, eyes shut tightly as your finger rubs your clit hard and fast, unable to answer. Your orgasm is approaching quickly, your pussy tightening around Seonghwa’s big cock. He groans and the sound of skin against skin grows louder as his pace increases.

“Take my cock, baby,” He says and you curse, moving your hips backwards against his dick, “I wanna feel you cum around me.”

You groan out his name as your climax begins. You can feel yourself gushing out over his cock, covering it with your wetness as your walls clench down around him. Seonghwa moans loudly, thrusting hard before beginning his own orgasm. His balls empty in your cunt, filling you up with his hot load. Your pussy is too tight and his cum is forced out due to the size of him, smearing against your thighs and leaking onto the bed. The two of you make a cacophony of noise while climaxing and it isn’t until he pulls out of your cunt that you collapse against the bed, feeling like a fucked out mess.

Seonghwa falls onto the bed next to you, his eyes closed as he tries to catch his breath. You manage to open your eyes to stare at him as he yanks his glasses off his face, tossing them unceremoniously onto the bedside table before rolling onto his side.

A few strands of hair sticks to his forehead from sweat and you turn to face him, brushing it off his face. He catches your hand in his, pressing his lips against the inside of your wrist. You aren’t sure who moves first but in seconds, you’re tangled up in Seonghwa again. You like how safe you feel against him, your hands on his chest to feel his fast heartbeat underneath your fingertips. These kisses are slower, lazier, comfortable – and absolutely not something just friends should be doing. The little voice in the back of your head jolts you out of the kissing.

Pulling away, feeling totally thrown off, you go, “I should ah…clean up a little.”

Something flickers through Seonghwa’s gaze but it is gone too quickly for you to make sense of it. He nods and you slip away from him, feeling a pang of regret. Once you’re in the bathroom with the door firmly shut behind your back, you catch your reflection in the mirror.

Your makeup is a mess, your ass definitely is going to have Seonghwa’s handprints on it, your thighs are covered in cum and you look absolutely fucked out. But it isn’t your appearance that is making your heart race. It’s the soft kisses Seonghwa just gave you, the way he is so easy to sink against, the manner in which you feel drawn to him like no other.

Your mind flashes back to the conversation at lunch and the idea of him dating someone else.

We’re just friends, you tell yourself firmly.

But then why does everything feel so off kilter?

FINAL PART HERE.

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idyllic-ghost · 2 months

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How about a Yeosang comforting fluff...When Y/N cannot sleep alone this time because of too many nightmares.

Or maybe...A nice Yeosang fluff when he will help you play your new favorite video game. (I am not good at playing RPG games you know haha)

title: Whispers in the Dark; Sweet Dreams of You pairing: yeosang x reader genre: comfort, fluff, slight angst warnings: nightmares, dreaming of death synopsis: You've been having nightmares for a few weeks now, and you refuse to bother your boyfriend with it - no matter how much he asks you to. wordcount: 1k taglist: @d0nghyuck, @fantasy2wonderland, @niktwazny303, @wonwoospartyhat, @stariightjoyy, @hyneyedfiz, @crazywittysassy, @yeosayang rating: PG 13

a/n: sorry for taking so long!

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Waking up in a cold sweat, yet again, you clutch your chest and frantically look around the room. It's dark; the only light coming from your alarm clock, that says 3:04 am. The creeping feeling that your nightmare followed you into the real world is still lingering under your skin. When the ringing in your ears come to a stop, you hear the soft snores of your boyfriend, who was sleeping peacefully beside you.

You're unsure of when the nightmares started, but it was somewhere around the time when Yeosang went on tour shortly after you had moved in together. Getting used to having him around was easy, which only makes it harder when he leaves. Back then, you'd call him and hope that he was available. Most of the time he was, the different time zones meant that you could call him in the middle of the night and not have to wake him up.

However, Yeosang is back now. You shouldn't have nightmares anymore, but they're sticking around - and now you can't call for him without feeling bad about waking him up. Sometimes, Yeosang would wake up from you moving but that just meant you had to adapt. Nowadays, you stay as still as possible whenever you wake up from another nightmare. You hate to be a bother, so you'd rather lay awake for a while than wake him up.

This time, your attempts fail. Yeosang stirs awake as you shift to lay on your side. He groans and shuts his eyes tight before they flutter open, and then you know you successfully woke him up.

"What time is it?" His voice is hoarse, yet somehow still sweet.

"Go back to sleep," you say.

He repeats his question, ignoring your statement because he knows your ways by now. You sigh and answer him, it's useless to try to hide. Yeosang hums and lazily wraps his strong arms around you to pull you in closer.

"Did you have another bad dream?" he asks with a slightly pampering tone.

You nod, and he hums again in approval. In slow motions, he rubs your back in circles. When you press your ear to his chest, you can hear his steady heart beat. Thump, thump, thump... his hand move to the same rhythm, practically forcing your own heart to slow down.

"I was having a weird dream," Yeosang whispers suddenly.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" you mumble, your eyes already drooping.

"I was in an empty swimming pool, but it was filled with clouds," he muttered, "and I couldn't find my way out... I know that you were there but I couldn't see you, you know? And I think Wooyoung was there, mocking me because I couldn't get out, but I couldn't see him because of the clouds..."

A fond smile found it's way on your lips as you listened to him ramble. The nightmare is long forgotten, Yeosang triumphantly banishes it from your thoughts. You took a deep breath, the scent of his laundry detergent and the lingering smell of his cologne filling your head.

"Are you falling asleep on me?" he asks, somewhat offended.

"No..." Your body betrayed you, as you were cut off by a yawn. "It's just nice listening to your voice."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah... it's soothing."

You snuggled closer into his chest, taking in his scent and the way his arms felt around you. While you knew that he'd have to leave sometime soon again, you didn't know when. Every moment until then counted, and you had to live like you wouldn't see him for month on end the very next day every day.

"Baby," Yeosang whispered and you hummed. "You're not trying to squeeze me to death, are you?"

"Sorry." You loosened your grip on him, and tried to shuffle away from him but his strong arms stopped you from moving further away.

"Y/N," he murmured. "Are you okay?"

He was looking directly at you now, and you couldn't bring yourself to look away. Yeosang's eyes were always easy to get lost in, but this wasn't the case right now. His gaze was stern, yet worried, and you couldn't help but to feel like you weren't allowed to look away.

"I know you usually don't want to talk about it..." He sighed. "But, please, let me in. Tell me about your nightmare."

"It's stupid," you muttered. "I was seeing you off at the airport, and everything was okay. But when your plane took off, I was watching from the windows, and I saw it... it went down, and you were gone."

Yeosang hugged you closer again, putting his hand on the back of your head to put it by the crook of his neck. You muttered out some more details about the dream that Yeosang couldn't hear, but he let you rant for as long as you wanted to without interrupting you. It was only when you had been quiet for a while that he started talking again.

"Are your nightmares all like that?" he asked.

"Not exactly... but similar, yes." You played with the hem of Yeosang's shirt. "I think I just don't like it when you leave, that's all."

"I don't like leaving you either... why didn't you tell me this sooner?"

"It just felt stupid, I didn't want to bother you with it." You sighed and looked back up at him. "Not when you're sleeping, I don't want to take any rest away from you."

You put your hand on his cheek, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone right by his birthmark. Yeosang put his hand on top of yours, holding it still as he turned his head to kiss your palm.

"I'm not resting when I know you're hurting," he muttered before pressing another kiss to your hand. "Don't be scared to wake me up, Y/N, please. I want to take care of you too."

You nodded, and he made you promise out loud before the two of you got ready to sleep again. In his strong arms, you felt protected. You didn't have to worry about him all the time, he reminded you, you could let yourself be taken care of by him from time to time.

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voltronisanobsession · 8 months

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hi! i was wondering if i could request a percy jackson! platonic headcanon fic where like luke, y/n is also being manipulated and possessed by one of the evil gods and the group finds out? (also i’m sorry to go all teen wolf but she starts to act kinda like void stiles) ty!

Reader being Controlled by a God

NEVER apologize for going all teen wolf, I love this idea😍😍😍😍😍 when you say headcanons fic, imma think you meant headcanons but with a story plot🔥

I think this is a little more generalized than what I usually write

I’m telling you, when I finish heroes of Olympus, WE WILL HAVE A BIGGER AND BETTER GROUP OF CHARACTERS💀🙏🙏🙏

The change is a slow process

Not many caught onto your change appearances, those who did marking it down as an off day you had

Plagued with nightmares and visions, paranoia grows as you distance yourself from the group slowly

This god, you didn’t know their name or their face

The fear they instilled in you was enough for your confidence to break down though

It was like having a devil on your shoulder, it’s soft whisperings influencing your everyday life

You tried blocking it all out, but it was getting too much! You could never escape the whispers, even in sleep, which was way worse than being awake

Yet you didn’t dare tell a soul, what would people say! Would Chiron kick you out of the camp? Gods, you can’t be kicked out another home again, you just can’t!

You lose sleep as this god takes its hold on you, grip tightening more as the weeks pass

It isn’t long until you began listening to the voice, listening to it as it planted seeds of deceit and darkness

I think the one who would pick up on your weird changes is Annabeth lowkey

She notices EVERYTHING

When you don’t show up to breakfast in the mornings, she takes note of it. During training, she notices how you have this far off, dull look in your eyes. Like you’re there physically, but mentally somewhere else.

She definitely sees how you look at everyone now, a distrusting expression as you distance yourself from those around you

So when the girl tries approaching you about it, making it known that she’s worried for her friend, Annabeth is taken aback by your defensive aggression

“Don’t worry about it, its none of your buisness” you would say, eyes narrowed and arms crossed, shutting down any other attempts she tries to make

And while the others try to reassure her you could be upset about something else, one look at you and she already knows that there’s something more

You begin doing small tasks for your new friend

They’re small at first, pack a bag with a few necessities, steal some drachmas, your cabin mate won’t notice a few missing

You don’t even notice as they get a bit extreme, wordlessly following its orders to sneak into Chiron’s office and take some files, and to go into the woods after they call lights out in the dead of night

You’re friends grow even more suspicious and worried as you seem to creep around the camp grounds

They might even hear you whispering to yourself one day. What’s next, you would ask. Whose here? Hiding behind a tree, your friends would finally see that there’s something seriously wrong with you

Percy prays to any god or goddess listening that you just haven’t moved on from your invisible friend phase, but as always, nothing ever goes his way

This voice that first haunted even your sweetest of dreams was a familiar one that you grew to trust

They’re all waiting to watch you stumble, my dear. They’ll use you until there’s nothing left of you.

Join us, you’ll have me to guide you through the new life I’m offering you.

Your final task sets everything in motion, setting off every alarm in every demigods head as you walk past them.

With one mission in your head, you head towards the training grounds where Percy and a few others swung their swords at dummies

Taking the nearest sword, you walked up to Percy from behind, pushing everyone who got in your way

Speeding up to close the gap between you two, Percy’s instincts takes over as he quickly glances behind him and narrowly dodges your swing at him

He wouldn’t have any time to think as you continuously swing the sword you held at him, not once stopping even as he tried talking to you

“What’s going on with you?! Talk to me y/n!

“Do you seriously ugh- think talking is gonna get you out of this?”

Because of your sloppy form due to the wrong sized sword you took, you were taken down by the green eyed boy, causing you to scamper away from him

Heaving and looking at him with irritation, he could make out a dark shadowy figure lingering behind you, almost encasing you with its darkness

That’s it

It isn’t until Annabeth comes running in with Chiron that you make your escape into the woods, where they search hours for you, only to come empty handed

But you didn’t leave without leaving behind a small gifts

At sundown, three hellhounds were released into the camp grounds by portals no one knew existed

Just like Luke, you had betrayed them all, yet they felt that they couldn’t blame anyone but themselves!

The signs were there since the beginning!

It seemed that this god, a new enemy, had taken over your head, and your friends weren’t going to stop until they finally had the real you back🔥🔥

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mrs-bucky-barnes106 · 11 months

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౨ৎ good morning ౨ৎ

summary: reader and bucky are very much in love and have their morning routine down to a tee. bucky manhandles the reader a lot but not in a weird way, just in an "i love you and can't live without you" kinda way.

warning: fluffffff (bucky and reader are EXTREMELY in love and love to show it)

wc: 1.8k

pairing: domestic!bucky x reader

a/n: I wrote this between the hours of 11PM-1AM when i was feeling especially psychotic. I am so sleep deprived I’m sorry. But I just came up with this sweet little scenario and had to write it down. This is why I shouldn’t be allowed to daydream.

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You opened your eyes, groaning as soft sunlight filtered through your open blinds. You tried remembering the dream you had just abruptly woken up from. Something about a tall, muscular, brown-haired man. The man of your dreams. The man whose arms were now around you from behind, caging you to his warm chest.

You turned around to find Bucky gently stirring in the light of the sunrise. You reached your arms out around his shoulders as he slowly blinked his eyes open. You were both morning people and were glad for it because it meant the two of you were in sync. Neither of you got much sleep, what with Bucky being plagued by his nightmares and you by your insomnia. However, you were in it together, making hell sightly more endurable.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he mumbled with a sweet smile, burying his face in your chest. You squirmed slightly in his arms as his thick beard scratched your chest. You were coming to like his grown-out facial hair. It made him look like a soft teddy bear rather than a violently beautiful Greek god. Yes, you quite preferred this look to his freshly shaven one with his chiseled cheekbones and jawline of steel on full display. With his beard, he looked somewhat more approachable, more domestic, and more lovable than ferociously intimidating.

“Good morning, my moonlight,” you whispered. He was the moonlight to your sunshine, the darkness to your light. He complimented you so perfectly that it sometimes made you want to cry.

Bucky interrupted your thoughts by pulling your body on top of his. “Mmh, I love you so much,” his voice was slightly muffled as his face was still smushed against your chest, and he wrapped his thick arms around your back, securing you in place on top of him.

“I love you too, baby boy,” you combed your fingers through his hair. It was much shorter than it used to be, but it was starting to grow out like his beard. You were not complaining, however. The long summer days the two of you spent swimming in the pool caused his hair to curl at the ends, and it was a lighter shade of brown now than it was during the colder months.

“Wanna stay here with you forever,” Bucky mumbled into your chest, peppering sweet kisses to your neck and jawline before lazily moving his lips all over your face.

“C’mon, Bucky, you say this every morning,” you giggled. “We gotta get up soon, bubs. We have things to do and people to see.” You pushed his face away, scrunching your nose when you caught a whiff of his morning breath.

“They can wait,” he muttered, half-heartedly batting his arm at the air like a petulant child. You almost giggled but caught yourself. You couldn’t encourage him on like this. You actually did have a lot of errands to run later in the day and a long to-do list to accomplish. While you wanted nothing more than to indulge Bucky (because, duh, why would you want to do anything but lay here in your soft bed, basking in the morning light with the man you loved), you knew you needed to be an adult and put your responsibilities first if you wanted to prevent your life from falling apart. You decided to give him ten more minutes. After that, you would force yourself to get up.

You almost fell back asleep, tangled up in his arms. In fact, you probably would have if it hadn’t been for your grumbling stomach. You were past the point in your relationship where this embarrassed you. In fact, you were grateful to your stomach for choosing to be so loud because otherwise, you might not have gotten out of bed all day.

But before you could leap out of bed and berate Bucky for almost making you fall asleep again, he leaped up, carrying you like a child. Of course, he would get up when you were in danger of being hungry. “Can’t let my pretty doll starve, now can I?” he smirked down at you.

“Barnes, you have five seconds to put me down!”

“Five, four, three, two…,” Bucky ran into your shared bathroom, clutching you in his arms like you were a football. “…one! Touchdown!” he plopped you down on the toilet’s closed lid, holding onto your shoulders for balance as he let out a belly laugh.

“I hate you,” but you were smiling a mile wide even as you said it.

“Aw, that’s too bad, doll,” Bucky fake-pouted at you, backing away out of the bathroom. “Because I lava you very very much.” He said the last part in his silliest baby voice, scrunching up his face to give you air kisses as he turned to leave.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help grinning like you had won the lottery. Truthfully, you had won the lottery because if wealth was measured in happiness, you were ecstatic, floating above everyone else. It was the same silly routine every morning, with Bucky forcing you to cuddle him in bed for at least a half hour and then bolting up with you in his arms whenever your stomach grumbled. He knew you were grumpy when you didn’t have any food in you, so he started on breakfast when you got ready in the bathroom. When you offered to switch roles, he said this was optimal since you liked to brush your teeth before breakfast, and he brushed his teeth after. Your heart melted at the memory. Your boyfriend got your breakfast ready for you when you came downstairs. Every single morning, without fail. It was the little things that made you fall in love over and over.

You finished your skincare routine and headed downstairs to find the same scene as every morning: Bucky with a kitchen towel over one shoulder, plating whatever he made for breakfast. Today, he had made a fluffy stack of pancakes and scrambled eggs. He had even gone the extra mile to put spinach and chopped tomatoes in the eggs and had added fresh berries and banana slices on top of the pancakes. The sight of the sticky sweet syrup oozing down the sides of them was enough to make your mouth water.

You snuck up behind him and snaked your arms around his torso. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” you punctuated each one with a kiss to his shoulder blades and neck. “Did I tell you how grateful I am to have you in my life?”

“Only about a HUNDRED TIMES A DAY,” he turned around quickly in your arms, grabbing you under the thighs to lift you up. He clasped his arms together, forming a sort of seat in midair. You threw your arms around his shoulders and crashed your lips onto his, melting into him, his pillowy lips warm on yours.

You barely noticed that he had backed into the fridge until you felt the cool metal against your back through Bucky’s thin cotton T-shirt. You continued kissing him voraciously and suddenly remembered Tony scarfing down a Burger King cheeseburger when he had returned from his brief kidnapping in the desert.

You broke away laughing at the mental comparison you made of yourself kissing Bucky to Tony when he was starving after being in the desert.

“Whatcha laughin’ at doll?” Bucky panted, a slight smile creeping onto his lips.

“Oh, nothing,” you panted back. “Just shut up and kiss me.” You were back to business, your lips back on his, feeling like a dog deprived of its bone. Bucky opened the refrigerator door, never once breaking the kiss. You kept your eyes closed, one hand still raking through his soft hair as you used the other to grab the milk carton from the door. You secured it in your hand without faltering, then brought your hand back to rest against his shoulder blade as Bucky shut the door and walked you back over to the counter. Once you safely sat down, you pulled away, gasping for air, desperate as a fish out of water for more of him. His hands were on your hips, his name was on your lips, over and over again like your only prayer.

Bucky grabbed his mug of coffee from where he had left it in the coffee machine and brought it to where you sat, a bright smile adorning his face. You returned the grin and poured a smidge of milk into his cup. When you had first started living together, you were aghast to find that Bucky drank his coffee black without a single drop of milk or spoon of sugar. It had taken some convincing, but you were thrilled when he finally agreed to stop torturing himself and drink his coffee with milk like a normal human being. Although he still used less than a tablespoon of milk and no sugar or creamer, it was a start.

You, on the other hand, were the exact opposite, preferring matcha as your morning drink of choice, which required your mug to be 95% full of milk with the other 5% being, of course, the matcha powder, ice cubes, and copious amounts of honey to satisfy your sweet tooth.

“Oh, I heated up some water and mixed in the matcha powder for you already,” Bucky pointed at the mug beside you, his other hand still warm on your thigh.

“Thank you, bubs,” you leaned down to press a chaste kiss to his lips. His cheeks pinked at the suddenness of it, and he ducked his head, shying away from your gaze.

“Aw, it’s nothin’,” he smiled up at you, eyes sparkling beneath his thick lashes. “Here, lemme get you some ice.”

The momentary loss of his hands on your thighs made you whine slightly, but he was back as soon as he left, ice tray in hand.

“Here you are, babycakes.”

You took the tray, beaming at him, then plunked precisely three heart-shaped ice cubes into your cup. You handed the tray back to Bucky, and he left to return it to the freezer before returning to stand between your thighs from where you sat on the countertop. You poured a generous amount of milk into your cup and reached for the honey to drizzle some in. Stirring your drink, you clinked your mug with his before taking your first sip.

You sighed reveling in the mild sweetness of your drink. It was just the way you liked it.

"Alright, doll, let's get some breakfast in you before we run today. We doing intervals or easy?"

"I actually wanted to go for a long run, Buck," you held his gaze from behind your mug.

"Cold plunge after?" he smiled already knowing your answer.

"Yes," you nodded your head vigorously, giddy at the prospect.

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chrollohearttags · 7 months

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LICK BACK

it didn’t take long before the rumor mill began to hit the last place anyone wanted it to. Chatter and discourse circulated among everyone over at AMG. From staff and crew to the top level..concerned about what it meant, not only for the PR manager and her clientele but the company as a whole. Honestly, it all seemed more like some sick, deluded fever dream. There was no way that a photo from years ago, taken completely out of context and held zero weight was creating all of these problems! Although they were both young and there were a lot of drugs and alcohol involved the night that said picture was snapped, they both were adamant in the fact that nothing came of it. There was no way in hell that she’d even entertain the idea of sleeping with EJ. The thought alone made her skin crawl. She didn’t see it for him then and damn sure didn’t now. And vice versa. And even on the off chance there was some forgotten one night stand…what did it matter now anyways?! They had obviously both moved on and there were zero romantic, sexual or otherwise feelings there. Whoever decided to dredge these up from the archives was either bored, miserable or mad as hell over something. Could’ve been a mix of the three..who knows. But what was certain, was that this had to be fixed and quickly..before everything fell apart!

pacing the floor of her high rise condo, purchased for work years ago, the talent scout nursed her glass of wine as she trembled. Fear and anxiety had taken over her entire body…her eyes bloodshot from crying for hours on end. Her heart felt as if it were going to explode from her chest..it was all too much to bear.

“So what are you going to do? Everyone seems to believe that something happened. Even if it was years ago, it’s going to be hard to convince the world that there’s nothing going on.”

“I’m sorry, Aunt Vivi but I’m not worried about convincing the world of anything. They’ll talk and believe what they want regardless. I’m only concerned with what my husband and (y/n) thinks. They’re the victims in all of this…they don’t deserve to have to deal with it.” But alas, she was wrong. Although that was her main priority, she failed to take into consideration how the rest of her clientele must’ve been feeling. She was the public relations manager..the quintessential fixer who made problems go away…if she was knee deep in her own scandal, how the hell could they trust her to get rid of theirs? It was a nightmare!

finally feeling as if the unbearable weight had caught up to her, Mikasa plopped down on a nearby couch, where her aunt and creative director Vivian Ackerman was seated. The older woman would cradle her niece’s head onto her chest akin to the way she had when she was younger. In truth, she was the only adult in her life who had actually taken the time to see her as a child in her adolescence rather than some machine; the ideal artist who moved on everyone else’s time but with her, she could be herself. And right now, the thing she needed most was a shoulder to cry on. To let her frustrations out.

“He left for his tour last night..didn’t even say goodbye. Once social media started talking, he went to a hotel and didn’t say a word. But the look on his face? I'd never seen him in pain like that. When I called him..he didn’t even answer. But then I found his ring on the nightstand. That and the necklace I gave him when he first started playing in my band. He never took that stupid thing off for anything….I guess it’s really over, huh? I screwed up..”

she could feel herself slipping further into despair. The thought of losing the one man who’d always given her the world. The man she joked, laughed and had more fun with than anyone. Who saw her flaws as perfections, accepted her in any way. The love of her life, Jean was gone and now her sweet (y/n) was pissed too. She had blocked her everywhere and was refusing to answer her or Eren’s calls. He told her that (y/n) had someone send for the rest of her belongings and that she wouldn’t be coming back. And EJ was in worse shape than she was. Not even bothering to get out of bed. How could they possibly convince you or anyone else that this was all a huge misunderstanding. But what shocked them both was that there was a single post uploaded to her Instagram page with her on a private jet. Tan leather seats surrounding her along with some roses. She sat posed as if she were straddling someone’s lap and her bare back was facing the camera with her face out of the frame. And coiled around her? Were tattooed arms with some rather familiar looking ink. The caption simply read “having my way.” Comments were shut off for the post so no one could have a field day underneath but trust, the alarm bells were going off something crazy. But one thing was for certain…when it was all said and done, those two would be the ones left crying!

“You think that was a little too much?”

“For what they did? Please..they’re lucky their asses aren’t dead right now. I’d say they got off easy.”

because right now..you were on a flight, headed to Europe. Lying in bed, draped in sheets as they caressed your naked body. But the linen wasn’t the only thing touching you. Right now, those very same arms and hands from the photo were rubbing and caressing your body. Only after using them to bounce you up and down on him. Some might say it was one hell of an overreaction to something that couldn’t be confirmed but fuck it, it shouldn’t have gotten this far. And as for who was helping you exact this little cruel act of revenge?

“Besides…I think this is much better. They can sit and think about that shit while we have some fun. Not like it’s the first time. What do you think?”

“I think you’re right..”

that too would remain a mystery!

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promptful · 2 years

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Oddly obscure Friends-to-Lovers prompts that I'll probably add to.

I'm uh, sorry? Requests are open, and please do not add to this list. I'm sure I have more somewhere in my brain, lol.

WARNINGS: Mention of drowning, mention of death, possible cursing. Alcohol.

SCENARIOS

1) We’re having a movie night, just like we’ve always done. Your thigh is touching mine, and my thoughts won’t stop wandering.

2) We both just got off work, and I’m walking you home just like any other night, you trip on an unfortunate pebble. Just before you hit the ground, I caught you with one arm around your waist.

3) Throughout our childhood, it was always you getting sick, never me. You nearly passed out next to me with fevers higher than imaginable, but I was fine. Now, I’m bedridden and you won’t stop freaking out.

4) This is your favorite song, and apparently there’s an option to sing a duet. Oh… you want me to sing? It’s a love song? We’ll be right next to each other? Oh. Okay.

5) You’re drunk, bent over a bar with a grin splayed on your lips. You’re clinging to me, and won’t let me fish your keys out of your pocket/bag, guess we’re taking my car.

6) I step outside to find a thank you note for helping you/picking you up/getting groceries for you, stuck to a plate of baked pie/cookies/cake. Oh my god, how can I make you bake more? …Why are your cheeks red?

7) My roommate/ex/family kicked me out into the rain. I have nobody else to call but you.

8) Your roommate/ex/family kicked you out, and it’s pouring outside. In my pajamas/loungewear, yet I ran to my car to pick you up.

9) This is the stupidest thing we’ve ever done, I tell you, but I don't have the heart to remove your fingers from my wrist.

10) You’ve always been a stoic nightmare who never smiles, laughs, or does anything remotely animated. But one night, you actually laughed and I think I felt my heart skip a beat.

11) There’s one bed, and I know we’ve shared beds for years, but your arm is around my hips, my back is against your chest, and your breath keeps brushing my neck.

12) I’m trying to hold you, and I can feel every little thing about you. Why did I agree to sleeping here with you again?

13) Ohmygod, I know I just said I love you, and I truly did mean it, but then your eyes flicker with something I’ve never seen, and maybe I don’t feel so bad anymore?

14) We’re arguing because of something stupid, and every single time I think it’s finally over, you scream, “But why do you care?!” And I respond with the only thing I can think of, “Because I love you!” @screnwriter lmao.

15) Saying I love you after I just nearly drowned shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but I can’t seem to stop staring at your lips. Whoops?

16) We’ve been friends since childhood, and I’ve accepted that we’re just not meant to be. I’ve moved on and encouraged you to follow your dreams. I didn’t know that your dream was me.

17) You and I’ve been friends since we were kids, and suddenly when I’m about to leave for vacation/college/moving, you let out that you can’t let me go without saying I love you.

18) All week, you’ve been on my mind, and I can’t make you go away. Finally, after suffering in silence for so long at the thought of your lips, your laugh, and your smile, I give in and ask you to come to my apartment.

19) What the hell are we doing in this closet? Why did you drag me in here? Why are you so close? Why do I want you to be closer?

20) “This is bad,” I whisper, with my hands wrapped around your hips, because I know that if you give in, I’m wrapped around your finger. “Maybe,” you whisper, leaning closer, “maybe this is a good kind of bad, hm?” and pull me into a kiss.

21) You need help tying the back of your dress/fixing your cufflinks, and my fingers keep scraping against your skin. How are you so warm? And how are you acting like I’m not right behind/in front of you?

22) We’re ice skating, just like we used to when we were kids, but then you slip. I break your fall by offering myself up for tribute, and suddenly, we’re a whole lot closer.

23) You offer to make me tea when I’m sick, and for some reason, I have the urge to kiss you. Deliriously, I ask if I can. We came to an agreement that I can kiss you after I stop sneezing.

24) I know you love rollercoasters, but I get so sick while riding them, and I’m not sure if I can stomach another one–oh, you’re holding my hand?

25) Every Sunday morning before work/church/school/a hobby, you come in for coffee. We chat a little bit each time, and I feel like we’re some sort of friends now. Today, I finally gained the courage to write my number on your cup.

26) Family vacations are a whole lot more awkward when you and I can’t stop staring at each other, and you know that they’re going to catch on if we don’t stop, right? But we don’t, and instead, it just gets worse.

27) You’re in a swimsuit. I don't know what to do but stand here and look awkward, because that’s more skin than I thought I’d ever see on you.

28) We’re roommates, and I walk in on you changing. You yelp. I yelp. I never forget what I saw, I’m sure you never forget what I walked in on. I think it’s time we have a chat about this.

29) Did you know that if you love someone enough, your heart can palpitate? I didn’t, well, not until you walked into the room.

30) It’s your birthday and everyone forgot. Everyone except me. We sit down at a nearby park/in your apartment/on the roof/in a tree, and I finally give you my present.

31) You just got rejected from a date/prom night, and I promise you, your crush is missing out on you. I don’t know how to convince you other than sit here, hold you, and pretend that I don’t wish you’d see what’s in front of you.

32) I never wanted to ruin what we had, but you’re making it so hard not to utter those three words.

33) I know you’re angry that I got hurt, but you’re patching up a cut on my face/chest, and you’re really close.

34) I invited you over after a rough night, the stench of cheap beer on both of our breaths. For some reason I can’t get my mind off of the way you laugh, or how you threw everything aside to come comfort me.

35) I’m trying to work up the courage to tell you how I feel, but everyone and everything seems to be against us doing this. Your friends, my friends, a random phone call from a telemarketer that I nearly cussed out. Okay, look, I love you.

36) Work has me exhausted, and I don’t want to think anymore, and I just can’t hold back from mumbling I love you into your hair. Uh, sorry.

37) We always snuggle, and this shouldn’t be any different, but I’m trying not to press my lips to yours because they’re right there and I don’t want to pass up another chance, but you take initiative and do it yourself. Oh.

38) Your SO doesn’t treat you right, and you know it, and I know it, and everyone else knows it. But I don’t know how to convince you without giving myself away. And of course when I try, it fails. Crap.

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marvelmusing · 5 months

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By Your Side

From the Light & Love AU

Pairing: Sun Summoner!Aleksander Morozova x Darkling!Fem!Reader

Summary: As the days go by, you learn more about your sun summoner and make steps to bring him closer to you.

Warnings: brief reference to abuse

My Masterlist

A nightmare wakes you. Heart hammering in your chest, lungs frantically scrambling for air as you breathe erratically. Sweat clings to your skin, clammy and uncomfortable. Pushing the covers away from your body, your hands are shaking with the adrenaline from your dream.

There’s a soft knock at your door.

“Moi soverenyi?”

A familiar voice. Ivan. The heartrender posted at your door tonight must have heard your heart rate spike.

“I’m fine, Ivan.”

Tears begin to blur at your vision, emotion lodging in your throat as you fight against your body, willing yourself to breathe normally so that you won’t attract the attention of your heartrenders.

There’s another, more tentative, knock at your door. Frustrated, you slip out of bed, tugging open the door.

“I said I’m fine, Ivan,” you snap harshly, exhaustion wearing at your usually moderate temper. The sight of your sun summoner, wearing a pair of sleep shorts and a loose shirt, his hair ruffled rather adorably, disarms you somewhat. “Aleksander?”

He fidgets with his sleeves, pushing them up to his elbows.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have disturbed you.”

Instantly, you shake your head, tired mind too busy drinking in the sight of him to think properly.

“It’s quite alright. Is something the matter?”

“I had a nightmare,” he admits quietly. Opening your door wider, you tilt your head, gesturing towards your bed.

“Come in.”

He doesn’t hesitate to accept your request and you smile as you close the door behind him. When you turn to look at Aleksander, you find him hovering somewhat awkwardly beside your bed. His shyness makes your smile widen.

“Would you like to sleep with me tonight?” you ask softly.

He swallows hard.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

Seeing Aleksander settled in your bed soothes something inside you. He will always be safest beside you. He smiles shyly at you, tucking his arm beneath your pillow as he turns on his side to face you. Neither one of you attempt to look away from one another, prompting you to whisper,

“Could I ask you something?”

He nods.

“Why didn’t the Grisha testers find you when you were younger?”

If they had, it would have undoubtably changed the dynamic between the two of you. Aleksander would have grow up at the Little Palace. He would have seen you as a mentor and you would have watched him grow into a man that is painfully similar to the one you lost all those centuries ago. It would have hurt you, but he would have been safe and well fed, allowed to use his power.

“The test doesn’t work if you’re already in pain,” he says. “My mother’s punishments meant that the test never worked on me.”

At Aleksander’s confession, your heart leaps into your throat. No wonder he joined the First Army before the age of conscription.

“Healers are supposed to examine every child and attend to them if they’re injured, so that they can be tested.”

He shrugs lightly.

“I didn’t know that. They never did.”

“Aleksander, I’m so sorry.”

He shakes his head minutely, a frown of confusion creasing between his brows.

“It isn’t your fault.”

“It is. I should have gone with the testers to ensure it was done properly.”

“You can’t go to every town in Ravka with the testers. Not if you also need to be on the frontline with your soldiers, and manage things at the Little Palace, and attend meetings with the king.”

Once again, his perception surprises you.

“You’ve been watching me.”

“It’s hard to not notice you.” The words seem to tumble out of him without thought and your heart skips a beat at his honest admission.

“Is it?” you ask softly.

He blushes.

“Well, you’re the only one who wears black so I suppose that makes you stands out.”

“I suppose,” you concede.

A small smile quirks at the corner of your lips as you stare up at the ceiling, giving him some reprieve from his embarrassment.

He likes me. Those three words dance gleefully around in your mind, clouding over every other thought. He likes me. After years of being distrusted and loathed and feared, being liked feels like a drug.

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“I see your training with Botkin has been fruitful. A vast improvement from when you first arrived here.”

Aleksander turns, grinning at you as he wipes at his bare back with a cloth. His eyes are alight with victory, after beating both Zoya and Sergei back to back in the combat ring. He gives you a small bow, inclining his head politely and heat creeps up your neck.

“Thank you, moi soverenyi.”

He speaks your title earnestly. The title you had fashioned for yourself with whatever scraps of respect you could gather from the otkazat’sya. Saints, you want to kiss him, right here and now, in front of his entire cohort. The youngsters love to gossip, by the end of the day everyone would know that you had kissed the sun summoner.

As much as you want to, you aren’t ready for the world to know how much he means to you. Not after what happened all those centuries ago. The people won’t accept their Sun Saint being loved by a Darkling.

“Is there a reason why my lessons with Baghra have been replaced with combat lessons and sessions in the library?” he asks, reaching for his shirt and pulling it over his head.

“Yes. I was hoping to have cleared my schedule before you noticed the change.”

“Your schedule?”

You nod.

“Baghra won’t be tutoring you anymore. You deserve a better teacher than her, and I plan to do my best by you.”

He lifts his head up, tightening the strings at the front of his shirt.

“You’re going to be teaching me.”

You nod again with a soft smile.

“Yes.”

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“What’s this?”

Aleksander lifts the lid of the chest slightly, frowning in curiosity at the copious amount of tulle spilling out. The flash of blue and yellow from inside the chest makes you grimace as you answer him from your place at the war table.

“My dress for the winter fete.”

He turns to look at you, surprise touching his features.

“May I see it?”

You nod passively.

“If you would like to.”

He opens up the chest, reaching for the wretched garment. The dress is a gaudy yellow, with blue embroidery over the waistline and at the hem of each tier in the skirt. Genya has done her best to alter the dress, adding some golden embroidery and glistening gems to the bodice to make it more ornate and refined.

“It’s lovely.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

He turns back to you.

“You don’t like it?”

“For the winter fete, the king imposes a strict dress code. All female Grisha must wear dresses - the colour of their order. The men can wear their keftas.”

After turning your pen over in your hands for a moment, you place it down slowly and lean back in your chair to look at Aleksander.

“But I am not permitted to wear my kefta or my colour. I am dressed in cheap silks and Lantsov colours to remind me that I am the property of the crown.”

Aleksander discards the dress, tucking it back into the chest with slightly less care than when he had first picked it up. He then moves over towards you, sitting down in the seat by your side. His fingers curl around your wrist, circling his thumb over the sensitive skin of your forearm.

“I think you will look beautiful in anything,” he murmurs quietly. Unable to stop yourself, you place your hand over his, giving him a soft squeeze before you whisper,

“Thank you, Aleksander.”

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r0mantic-f00l · 2 months

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(sooo finally did it, sorry for posting late! just a fair warning, this is super sad, so read with discretion. also not proof read)

Just a Man

Sirius Black was pathetic.

Nothing more than a man who found delight in people's suffering.

In your suffering.

So you ended it with him. You did not know how, did not know where the strength and courage came from to put yourself first, yet you did know that the infatuation, the excitement that Sirius Black was, it faded. Like a mere illusion.

It was as if you woke up one day from a dream, or was it a nightmare? Is it possible for an experience to be both?

Every connection with him was cut off. You no longer talked to his friends, no longer possessed his shirts and vinyl albums and jewelry he had gifted you. You put it all in a box and left it outside his door.

It sounds as if it was easy, just leaving him in a heartbeat. Not loving him anymore. It was not easy, no. It was a battle. A battle with him, yes, because he refused to let go. But a battle with your heart too, because it refused to let go of him. Hope still lingered that perhaps all those things he would whisper to you in the midst of lust or drunkeness were true, were statements that he meant deeply.

You knew he didn't.

That's why you left.

But he couldn't leave you.

That is why Sirius Black was pathetic.

-♡-

The glow of the streetlight near to your apartment slid through the cracks of your window's blinds whilst you lied on your bed, reading a book that you had only begun a couple days beforehand.

Ticking of the clock that rested on your bedside table would distract you from your reading, reminding you that it was nearing midnight and you needed to get sufficient rest to make sure you would wake up the next day early enough to do everything you wanted to do.

However, the book was too captivating.

A knock on the door, followed by the shouting of your name finally dragged you away from the novel.

You knew who it was.

You hoped it wasn't him.

But you knew it would be.

You walked out of your bedroom and into the living room, where your front door was being abused by a repeated knocking.

Exasperated, you unlocked it and only opened the door by a smidge, a little crack showing two familiar faces.

Peter Pettigrew, holding up Sirius like a broken doll.

"No." You protested before Peter could even utter out a word.

The man sighed as he begged you silently with his eyes to listen to him whilst Sirius swayed where he stood.

"He keeps shouting your name."

"So?"

Peter scoffed.

"So he wants to talk to you, and he won't rest until he does."

"This is the fourth time this month, Peter." You spoke through gritted teeth, your patience running very thin.

"And it won't happen again. Promise."

It was an empty promise. Of course it was. Any promise made on Sirius' behalf always failed to come to fruition.

Yet before you could say anything further, Sirius murmured your name with his head hung low, seemingly too inebriated to recognise the door in front of him.

"I can't do this again, Peter. I want to move on." Subconsciously, you opened the door a bit further, the creaking noise gathering the attention of Sirius, who rose his head and widened his eyes when he saw your face.

He smiled widely, drunkenly, and cheered your name as if you were the answer to his prayers.

"I'll pick him up in the morning." Peter rushed his words out and left, making Sirius stumble in his footing and instead balance on the wall beside him, leaning against it as he grinned at you.

You sighed and fully opened the door, wrapping your arm around Sirius' back as you helped walk him into your apartment.

"Hello, my love." He murmured into your ear, the smell of vodka and cheap beer wafting into your nose as he leaned down to you.

You scowled and dropped him on your sofa, going to walk away to the kitchen to get him a drink of water before he held tightly onto your wrist.

"Where are you going?" Sirius pouted, like a spoilt child.

"Kitchen. Need to get you some water." You replied simply, and walked away when Sirius begrudgingly let go of your wrist.

The trinkle of water into the glass was not loud enough to cover Sirius' shouting as you stood by the sink, sighing as he spoke.

"Y-You would never beli-believed what happened to me tonight." Sirius slurred, turning around on the couch to face the kitchen.

"This girl, some random girl, came up to me and started- just started flirting!" He gasped out, shocked for some reason whilst you walked towards him with a glass in your hand.

"So, so I told her I have a girlfriend--"

"You don't have a girlfriend, Sirius." You placed the glass of water down in front of him and walked behind the couch.

The man grinned and rolled his head back, gazing at you with that typical arrogant, dangerous look.

"Yeah, but, I will do."

Your eyebrows furrowed as you crossed your arms.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Sirius leaned forward and took a sip of his water, humming as he drank it, and placed it back down as he turned to face you.

"Well, whatever thing you're going through now, you-you'll snap out of it soon." He smiled and ran his hand through his hair.

"And we'll be back together like nothing happened."

You scoffed and walked away from him, tired of his naivety.

"No, we won't."

Sirius chuckled and stood up from the couch, following after you.

"Hey, where you going, darling?"

"I'm not your darling!" You snapped, turning around to face him.

Rage filled your bones with the energy of your broken heart as you stared at Sirius, who only appeared perplexed, as if your reaction was unwarranted.

"I'm not your love, I'm not your girlfriend, I'm not your safety net to fall back on whenever you're bored and desperate and alone." You stepped towards him, watching as his eyes became clearer and his back straighter.

"I will never be any of those things ever again, because I don't love you anymore."

That hit something within him, Sirius appearing to become sober and shocked. And finally hurt by you. Finally he knew the feeling of rejection, of not being good enough.

"Y-you don't love me?"

You shook your head, willing away the tears building up in your eyes as Sirius' hands lifted to hold your face, but then staying in the air as if they did not know where to go anymore.

"I don't love you. Not anymore. Now that I know you're nothing special."

Perhaps that was too far, too cruel, but you wanted him to experience the same feelings you felt whenever he would complain about you to his friends, whenever he would flirt with other girls, whenever he would ignore you like you meant nothing to him.

You could see in his eyes that his would crumbled, could hear the shattering of his heart as he stumbled back.

"But you... you don't mean that." Sirius sniffed, chuckling dejectedly as he stated into your eyes. He half-expected you to laugh and say it was all a joke, or to beg for his forgiveness and hold him in your arms until the morning.

After all, he only came to your apartment for your warm and familiar embrace. An embrace that made him feel safe and loved.

"I do mean it. I've never meant anything more. I don't love you, and I want you to go."

Sirius shook his head, a tear slipping from his eye.

"No."

"Sirius, leave."

A sob broke out of him before he knelt on the ground before you and hugged your body, clinging desperately onto you as he cried.

"No, I don't want to leave, I-I..." He couldn't form words properly, sobbing with the overwhelming emotions of sadness overtook him.

"I can't leave you."

You shut your eyes, holding your head up as you fought the strong urge to sink to the floor and kiss away his tears.

"Please, Sirius. If you... if you feel anything towards me at all, please go away."

The man turned silent, his hold on your body slipping away slowly as he remained knelt on the floor.

The sight reminded you that he wasn't a saint, a god, a dreamer with the purpose of putting a little excitement into your life.

He was just a man. Nothing more. Nothing special.

Sirius stood up, his cheeks wet and his eyes red whilst he avoided looking at you.

He nodded, appearing to respect your wish as he began to walk away.

He took slow steps towards the door, leaving you frozen in place as you watched him walk away.

Before he opened the door, before he could go away for good, he turned back to you.

"I'm sorry."

Then the door opened, and shut.

And you cried.

You did not know why, perhaps it was the overwhelming emotions of relief and misery and love that made you crumble and cry, yet you did know that with every tear, every smile, every laugh and every frown; none of it would be as strong as it was with him.

-♡-

#marauders #marauders era #sirius black #sirius black x reader #angst #angst with no comfort #toxic relationship #Spotify

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dronebiscuitbat · 6 days

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Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 18)

N was peacefully in sleep mode, wrapped around something he inherently wanted to protect, whatever it was, it was pleasantly cooler than the rest of his body, and he found himself bringing it closer to him.

“En! En! En!” A small little voice chirped into his audio receptors, but even still he remained in sleep mode, where all that was active was his most base code.

That voice was no threat, it was the opposite, it meant love and protection, it was someone who belonged with him, no need to panic, no need to disrupt recharge.

His programming pulled the source closer.

Love. Protect. Mine. Those keyphrases ran on repeat within the part of his system that was always active, always ready to immediately jump into action even when he was asleep.

“Shhh… Tera let your dad sleep…” A second, very sleepy voice met his audio receptors, sending more code running through that system.

Freind. Partner. Love. Protect. Safe.

Still no reason to disrupt charge. Partner not in distress. Offspring not in distress.

“Zi!” He felt something shuffle against him, and the sudden removal of the weight in his arms, finally he snapped out of sleep mode, visor and eyelights popping on all at once in a sudden outburst of conscious thought.

Tera-

“Huh…?” He asked noone, blinking around dumbly, his eyes landed on Uzi, who was currently filling yet another bottle with oil. Tera was unplugged, rolling excitedly in her arms as she impatiently waited for her feed.

“Sorry, I tried to let you sleep.” She said sheepishly, before finishing what she was doing and rolling back down her hoodie, she rubbed her side, apparently all the attention was beginning to make it sore.

“S’okies…” He slurred, still groggy. Dang, what background process was running that had him this out of it?

“Can't believe you have a full size bed and we both used the couch.” She grumbled as she slowly squeezed the oil into Tera’s port, he blushed, oh yeah, they'd cuddled all night…

“Hey the past week's been crazy, you can't blame me for falling asleep.” He defended, not giving into the fact he'd been having a little trouble sleeping without her there.

“Fair.”

Uzi looked disheveled, like she'd just lost a fight or crash landed, her beanie was crooked and her hoodie was lopsided, there were lines under her eyelights that indicated poor sleep.

“How did you sleep?” He asked on instinct, stretching as he splayed out on the couch, he wouldn't lie, it was incredibly comfortable.

“Meh… weird dream.” That was typical for Uzi at this point, “weird” probably didn't describe them very well “terrifying” and “prophetic” was probably a better description.

“Wanna talk about it?” He asked, only for her to yawn and shake her head, she would put it up on her conspiracy board when she was next home, it was way easier to sort out that way.

“I'm good.”

N looked slightly concerned, he hoped she wasn't bottling in any emotions, she tended to be good at that.

“I got a message from Thad?” She suddenly said, although it was clear she was talking more to herself, N felt his core flip at the mention of the drones name.

Usi had just checked her system messages (and they were nearly always empty) and found several green colored messages awaiting in her inbox.

WID-Thad: Hey Zi, throwing party this wknd, ur still coming right?

WID-Thad: It's gonna b outside. Don't worry, @ nite

WID-Thad: Or r u gonna need a babysitter fr the kid?

The kid? Oh… oh no.

“Thad knows about Tera…” Uzi whispered, living one of her greatest nightmares, how- how did he find out?

“How'd he find out?” N asked as if he read her mind. She wasn't in the headspace to think about that, not when Thad, the least gossipy person she knew, knew about Tera.

“I don't know! I thought I was doing well in hiding it!” She pulled at her hair, eyelights hollow and the feeling of extreme anxiety crawling up her mechanical spine.

Ohnonononononono….

“I mean it's not all bad? What did he say exactly?” N could immediately tell she had started to freak out, and took Tera in his arms, standing up just to put a hand on Uzi's shoulder.

“Uh… if I needed a-uh babysitter to come to his party?” She tried to breathe, maybe it was some sort of weird, oddly coincidental misunderstanding?

“I mean… I would…” He admitted, but that made sense, he was the one who adopted her, that was the main name on those papers, not her.

“Yeah but he asked me that. I'm not- at least not officially!” She stammered, trying to both claim ownership and avoid it at the same time, two juxtaposing desires, to be seen as edgy and mean so that she could protect herself, and all soft and gushy and parental, bragging about her kid.

It was all very confusing.

“It's okay! Maybe it's just Thad?” N offered, smiling like he really, truly meant it.

It was not just Thad.

When Uzi left N's apartment later that day to track down Thad and figure out exactly where he'd found out from. She'd been approached by drones she didn't even know, asking her how the baby was and how N was doing. Like they totally didn't ignore her existence for her entire life.

The entire colony seemed to know. N had just brought Tera home, how has it spread this quickly! And the assumptions! Several drones had asked how long her and N had been together, one had even asked how well her and N's code fit together.

How was she supposed to answer!? Other than how she did, which was a gruff “Bite me, none of your business.” Before she continued her warpath to Thad’s room, a blush slowly but surely growing everytime she was stopped, congratulated, or questioned.

When she did eventually get to the door, she pounded on it with a fury. How the hell did everyone know so soon?!

“Zi? Woah… you look pissed…” Thad opened the door first with a confused smile, then extreme nervousness, glancing from side to side and backing up slowly.

She shoved him wordlessly into his apartment (which was littered with sports memorabilia) and followed him inside, unleashing her tail to close the door behind her with a aggressive smack.

“How the fuck did you find out about Tera?” She asked, so serious that Thad's eyelights gained a few extra lines underneath them.

“Tera? Is that the kids name? It's cute!” He replied, clearly trying to appease her.

Her tail came up to point at him, saliva dripping from it's needle-like teeth, each drip causing his carpet to singe slightly. It's hot organic breath blowing over his visor.

“Wasn't what I asked Thad.” She put a hand on her hip. She wasn't really controlling her tail right now, but she did agree with it's sentiment, less small talk- let's get to the point.

“Right! Right! No need to get the tail involved!” He gulped, backing away from her tail slowly, putting both his hands up in surrender.

“I overheard your Dad talking to some of the WDF! That and Lizzy said she saw you and N walking into his new apartment with a baby! I drew conclusions?!” He stammered out rather loudly. Sweat appearing and falling rapidly down his visor.

“Okay sure, but why does everyone know!” She exclaimed, raising both her hands in irritation and stomping angerly. If it was just Thad she may not have even minded, but it wasn't was it, it was freaking everyone!

“Lizzy is a blabbermouth and your Dad isn't much better…?” He suggested, still attempting to get away from her irate tail, which had begun chasing him as much as it could while still attached to her.

“I didn't say shit Zi! I knew better!” He exclaimed, looking more and more freaked out of the fleshy appendage as it had somewhat backed him up against the wall.

She sighed, groaning as she put her tail away. Of course it was freaking Lizzy!, she didn't even blame her dad for this one, dispite his everything, he kept family matters pretty tight lipped- he probably hadn't said much.

“Dammit… Sorry Thad, I just… didn't want anyone else to find out about uh… her.” Her voice became… not soft but no longer as aggro.

“Hey it's cool. Didn't think you'd ever want kids though, did N wear you down or something?” He chuckled, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, looking at her with an eyebrow raised.

“Uh! No! She's- She's not mine. Er, not mine mine. She's adopted, and N adopted her, not me.” She explained, violet breaching her defenses as she stammered over her words. Dammit not now! Not in front of Thad!

“Oooooh, yeah that… that makes way more sense. He always seemed more the type then you.”

“Y-yeah…” She couldn't help it when her voice lost it's edge. Even when she tried to hide it.

“Lizzy took a picture though, she kinda does look like… yours.” He sent her a photo over short-range, and she immediately brought it up to her view.

And yeah, he was absolutely right.

It wasn't just the fact that Tera had purple eyelights as well (it's not like that was uncommon.) But her and N were looking absolutely enamored with her, she was even gripping onto his arm as they were walking to get a better look.

She uh… did not remember doing that.

She looked back up at Thad, who was smiling warily, trying to look supportive but also looking incredibly nervous.

“Uuuuuuuuugh” A blush had taken over her face again, this time impossible to hide.

So that's how everyone knew… there was a picture floating around. Photo evidence of her being soft and squishy with a baby.

“Uh Zi…?” Thad looked at her with an amused smile, quickly recovering from her threats once noticing her bravado had deflated.

“My life is over…” She replied, looking like she was suffering deeply, her arms drooped to the floor.

“Thats… probably overdramatic.” He chuckled, stepping closer into her personal space, he hadn't been scared of Uzi, not really. He wasn't sure why, but he'd never got the impression she ever wanted to actually hurt anyone as much as just scare them. He knew she could, and the tail was intimidating, but want to? Nah.

“Theres photo evidence of me being-ah!” She yelped, she was also always… dramatic, seemingly overanimated at times, some people found it off-putting, he found it endearing. A nice juxtaposition to his eternal mellow.

“Of you… being, motherly?” He asked with a smirk as she seemed to melt with embarrassment.

“Yes!”

“I don't think that's a bad thing. I mean, has it been bad for you so far?” He asked, cocking his head. Surely it hadn't, she looked happy in that picture, happier then he'd ever seen her before.

“Well uh, no…” She admitted, the people who had stopped her had all been relatively nice… not as mocking as she'd expected.

“I think it looks good on you! You can't be edgy all the time.” He replied, this time a wide smile on his face, honestly, Thad had known about Uzi's soft center for a long while. He had known her right before Nori died, she'd been… much sweeter then. Soft spoken but not shy.

“Yes I can! Bite me!” And there was the shield… oh well.

“Sorry. You're trying to help.” Oh. Now that was new, the Uzi he knew would never apologize for anything, much less for saying “Bite me.”

“No issue. So are you and N…?

“Uh… no, we're not… I'm just helping him take care of Tera, and uh… speaking of.” The way she stammered and sputtered told him a lot. Mostly that she was still hiding something that's for damn sure, but he didn't want to pry.

“Riiiiight…” He said as if he didn't quite believe her, and he didn't. There was no hiding it in that picture. Hell, they looked like they were married, not even just dating, with the soft looks they both had.

“Okay now actually Bite Me!” She shouted as she stomped off, but Thad stuck his head out of his doorway to shout back.

“You better be still coming!”

She grumbled all the way back to N's apartment, still being stopped every once in awhile to be asked questions, either about Tera, or about her relationship with N.

While her first instinct was to still snap at them, she found herself actively beginning to surpress it. None of these people were asking out of any sort of malice or trying to be mean. Some of them even looked genuinely happy for her.

So she answered them, possibly not in the best or friendliest way (her voice was still rough and a little rude.) But she did clear up a few things here or there.

“No N and I didn't have a baby. She's adopted.”

“No, N's on the paperwork, I'm just listed as a caretaker.”

And when she did reach N's apartment and opened the door. She found N on the floor, helping Tera roll around to chase her toy, a wide grin on his face as a peel of laugher escaped his adoptive daughter each time she was boosted forward gently by his hand.

His eyes snapped up to meet her and they immediately softened, and Uzi had to supress another blush.

Now that she knew he liked her, the signs were rather obvious.

“What did you find out?” He asked, cute little head cock and all, she sighed, sending him the picture.

He blinked, before his face seemed to explode with color, taking a gander over the picture he couldn't help but think how much they both looked like parents.

“O-oh.” Was the only thing that came from his mouth, he look another look at Uzi, who was obviously far tenser than usual, she looked at him, and with only a beat of hesitation, threw herself onto his lap, wrapping her arms around him.

“Uh! Uzi-wha-” He stammered, was something wrong? She didn't typically initiate hugs like this unless she was extremely upset.

“Shut up and hold me goober.” Was all she said, holding him gently. He couldn't see the blush or the smile on her face that had appeared after she'd heard his core skip over a cycle when she'd made contact.

“Y-yeah okay…”

#murder drones #biscuitbites #nuzi #uzi doorman #serial designation n #n and uzi #tera doorman #murder drones thad #oof im late sorry about that #uzi can be intimidating when she wants to be #n's subconscious is smarter then n himself #lizzy's a blabbermouth #khan isn't in this case

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azrielslightintheshadows · 7 months

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Hi, if your schedule is not full, I would like to place an order 💗 I was thinking of something with Az x f!reader, where Az has known reader for a short time, and she's a Peregrin of the Dawn Court, so she has feathered wings. And Az praises her wings, without knowing that praising a Peregrin's wings is like inviting him to dinner or for s*x... Lol

This is kinda weird lol, but I wanted something funny and cute, and this came to mind. Feel free to decline, and thank you for your attention. 💗

Peregryn.

Azriel x f!Reader

Masterlist.

Warnings; mentions of sex, abuse and trauma.

I hope this is what you had in mind when you requested this. It's not weird it was really fun.

Being a Peregryn was a torture while Amarantha ruled, you had to see some of your friends who disappointed her getting their feathers ripped from their wings… you had nightmares for a while, hearing their screams and seeing the agony in their faces again and again. After Feyre saved Prythian, Thesan decided to send small parts of your legion to Velaris in order to train with the Illyrian general Cassian and to heal their internal trauma. Everyone was so thankful that Rhysand decided to share the hidden city with them. You stayed more than everyone there, being Thesan’s lover’s -the captain of your legion- best friend meant you were trusted with overseeing the training and reporting back. That’s how you met the night court’s shadowsinger. He kept you company while you watched the training and one day offered to show you the city.

˚₊‧꒰ა ཐི♡ཋྀ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

You decided to wear a white dress with some gold details and styled your hair in a high bun. Azriel was waiting for you on the balcony of the house of wind, you checked his appearance and noticed how different you were. He was dressed in black, and his huge membranous wings shined in the dim light of the stars. You stared in awe for some minutes and then made yourself known, his shadows had probably informed him already but he didn’t show it. “You look really good.” He complimented as he scanned your form. “I like the way your wings look in contrast to the night sky”.

You almost choked on air, a blush creeping on your face. Was he inviting you in his bed? No, maybe he doesn’t know. You thought and decided to wait to see if he says something about your wings again.

“Uhm thank you” you smiled and hoped he couldn’t smell your arousal. This was an automatic response for a Peregryn when someone complimented their wings and when that someone is so hot like Azriel you were surprised that you didn’t pounce on him.

You both took off and after a few minutes you landed on the main street. The city was full of life, the residents seemed so happy and carefree, Rhysand made a great sacrifice, but it was worth it. You thought as you glanced around.

Azriel was explaining how the city was built and he showed you his favorite stores and restaurants. You were currently sitting on a bench with two small bowls of ice cream. “I love this city so much” you exclaimed and pointed around. “Its perfect” Azriel said and nodded.

“And so bright, I didn’t expect this from the night court”.

“Well, we call this the court of dreams, if you go to the court of nightmares, it will probably be like how you expect the night court to be” he shrugged. “Your wings though look magnificent now that there is more light” he continued.

You couldn’t hold back the moan that left you, your face burned, and you looked the other way hoping he didn’t hear you. Azriel was staring at the side of your face, his eyebrows furrowed. “Did you… did you just..?” he was confused. “Yeah I just moaned” you murmured and hid your face in your palms.

“But its your fault” you exclaimed. “Complimenting a Peregryn’s wings is like inviting them to your bed. Males can’t control it so better watch what you say to them, unless you’re into it” you shrugged. Azriel was gaping at you, his cheeks turning pink and his shadows shooting up to hide him. “Oh my… I’m so sorry” he mumbled.

“Don’t worry about it.” You smiled a bit disappointed because he wasn’t doing it on purpose. He noticed.

“So if I want to have you in my bed I should just compliment your wings?” he asked.

“Yup” you nodded.

“Okay thanks for the information” you quirked your brow at that but didn’t say anything else.

After seeing more of the city, you decided to get back into the house and as you landed you saw Cassian, Rhysand, Feyre and Nesta sitting in the main room with a bottle of wine.

“Hey you’re back! Join us!” Cassian boomed.

Azriel frowned and opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off by walking to the couch and taking a seat. His wings slumped behind him and he took a seat next to you.

“You thought you could have her for yourself huh?” Cassian teased him and Azriel almost growled.

“I can have her for myself” he shrugged. “I’m right here” you lifted your hand annoyed by their conversation.

“You know, your wings are so beautiful, and they look so soft... can I touch them?” Azriel smirked as you shuddered. Cassian was gaping at you and Azriel continued.

“So delicate and bright… just perf..” you cut him off by jumping on your feet and pulling his arm.

“All for myself” Azriel winked at Cassian as you dragged him away.

Requests are open but delayed. Princess chapter coming tomorrow.

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queenshelby · 1 month

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An Illicit Affair

Part 39: Girlfriend

Pairing: Cillian Murphy (46) x Reader (23)

Warning: Age-Gap, Taboo Relationship, Infidelity

The following morning, you startled when you heard the sound of a door creaking open nearby. It was the bathroom door and you heard your father talk to your mother, just outside your room.

"Shit, Cillian, wake up!" you whispered in panic, realizing that he had fallen asleep, in your room, in your bed.

"What's going on?" he murmured until he realized where he was . "Oh, fuck," he whispered, jumping out of bed, frantically searching for his boxer shorts and t-shirt, which is all that he wore when he sneaked into your room last night.

You watched him in a daze, your heart racing as you tried to come up with an excuse for why your father would find Cillian in your bedroom, if he did and, as luck would have it, just then, your father opened the door halfway and called out to you. "Y/N, breakfast is ready. Should I get your mother to help you with, -" he said as he noticed Cillian's rumpled form, scrambling around the room in a frenzy.

"Cillian? What are you doing in here? I thought I was clear when I said that, -" your father began to say, a hint of disappointment and anger creeping into his voice as he looked between the both of you.

"I came in here and helped Y/N last night. She had a nightmare and texted me, which is what I told her to do if she needed me. It was around 4 o'clock or something and stayed with her. I am sorry. I was tired. We both fell asleep," Cillian interrupted. He lied convincingly, giving an Oscar worthy performance.

"Yes dad, you know, the painkillers I am taking, they give you really vivid dreams sometimes," you explained with a stammering voice, trying to make your excuse sound believable.

Your father's gaze softened as he looked at you with concern. "Well, if that's the case then I suppose that's acceptable," he said before reminding Cillian of his rules, nonetheless.

Cillian nodded in agreement. "Yes, of course. I am very much aware," he responded, before leaving your room to get dressed while your father got your mother to help you do the same.

Your mother's help came as a blessing, allowing you some more time to clear your head after almost having been caught by your father but, unlike your father, your mother could not be fooled.

"You are lucky that your father did not hear you last night!" she told you almost sternly, once your father had left the room.

"Oh my god, did you, -" you began to ask sheepishly, avoiding her gaze as she found you a pair of pants while you wiggled into your underwear and a t-shirt.

"Yes, I heard you, Sweetheart. Both of you," she responded before you could finish the question, causing you to blush heavily.

"That's so embarrassing," you muttered , burying your face in your hands.

But your mother just laughed gently, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder before continuing to help you get dressed.

"Honey, you've been an adult for quite some time now. I am not going to pretend that I don't know what happens between two people who are attracted to each other. Even though it is a bit awkward considering that he is twice your age and you used to date his son," she said diplomatically, allowing you to focus on getting ready for the day ahead.

"And I am trying not to think about that, thank you very much!" you muttered under your breath as you finished dressing with some struggle. "It's a very different kind of relationship that we have and it was never really meant to be, you know?" you tried to explain and your mother chuckled softly before taking a step back to give you some space.

"Well, your secret is safe with me. I won't tell your father what happened last night," she confirmed, and you let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, mom. I appreciate it," you responded gratefully as she walked towards the door to leave, pausing for a moment to look at you with a smile.

"I just want you to remember one thing though. He is the way he is because he loves you. He wants to protect you because he is your father. So maybe, just cut him some slack, alright?" she winked before leaving the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

It was true, your father's protectiveness could be overwhelming at times, but you understood where it came from. After all, you were his little girl, the one he had raised.

***

Later that day, Cillian had a surprise planned for you which would mark your first official date together. Until now, you had always been hiding away from the prying eyes, keeping your attraction and love for each other a secret from the rest of the world.

"Where are you taking me?" you asked , curiosity piquing in your eyes.

Cillian smiled mysteriously, winking at you from the driver's seat of his car. "It's a surprise," he said and whilst you were not going to press him further on this, you were somewhat shocked when, an hour later, he pulled up in front of a somewhat well-known theatre in Liverpool which was showing a play that you really were wanting to see.

"You got tickets for this?" you asked in surprise and Cillian just smiled, nodding. "But they were all sold out when I checked," you said, curiously, causing Cillian to shrug.

He walked around to your side of the car, opening the door for you and helping you into the wheelchair, which made you feel somewhat self conscious.

"Remember, I do have some connections in this industry?" Cillian chuckled as he handed the car keys to the concierge and wheeled you towards the theater, right past a group of people who were clearly recognizing him.

"You do realize that people will see us together here and they might make assumptions about us," you whispered to him, suddenly feeling very conscious about the fact that the two of you were out in public like this.

Cillian shrugged casually. "Let them assume whatever they want to assume. It doesn't bother me," he replied, his voice steady and calm.

However, deep down, you knew that Cillian was a famous actor and had been in the public eye for many years, so he was used to people making assumptions about his personal life. But for you, this was all still very new and strange.

"But you tried so hard to keep my name out of the tabloids after the accident," you pointed out softly.

"Yes, but that was different. I wanted to protect you from the media circus while you were still recovering. But now, that things have calmed down, I think that there is no need for us to hide anymore," Cillian explained as he wheeled you up the theater's ramp.

"Hang on a second," you said, looking back and reaching out to touch his arm. "So, does that mean that I am actually your girlfriend now? Or is this just-" you couldn't help but wonder aloud, your voice barely above a whisper as you looked up at him nervously.

Cillian paused, his hand resting on the arm of your wheelchair as he met your gaze with a soft smile. "Yes, I think it does," he said quietly, his eyes full of warmth and affection. "If this is what you want," he corrected himself and your heart fluttered in your chest as you felt the weight of his words sink in. "If this is what you want though, you do have to come to LA with me in a few months' time, for the awards, because I think that this is one thing I cannot do on my own. I hate attention and you tend to calm me down," Cillian admitted, running a hand through his hair, his eyes never leaving yours.

You bit your lip, your mind racing as you tried to process his words. You knew where he was going with this and you felt flattered but also terrified.

"Are you sure you want me to come? Like this?" you shook your head. "I mean seriously. It would be just disastrous," you told him, thinking about how you would hold him back during those red-carpet events, especially the Oscars.

"I am sure. I want you by my side. Always," Cillian said, his words heavy with meaning. You felt your heart swell in your chest at his words and you knew that, despite your fears, you couldn't turn him down. You loved him, after all. And he loved you.

"Okay," you finally said, your voice hushed and almost unsure as you reached up for his hand which, by now, had been caressing your shoulder from behind.

You felt Cillian's fingers intertwine with yours, the warmth of his touch radiating through the both of you. "Thank you," he whispered back before the two of you entered the grand theater together.

Cillian then helped you into your seat , placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head as he settled in next to you. Your heart fluttered as you caught sight of the knowing smile he cast you, as if he too was excited for the future that lay before you.

After the play, Cillian took you to a restaurant where you enjoyed each other's company and he certainly was showing his affection towards you now in front of others.

He would reach over to hold your hand, touch your arm, or gently caress your cheek. You couldn't help but blush at the attention but it felt wonderful, like you were walking on cloud nine.

When the evening came to an end, he drove you both back to your parents' house and, seeing that had almost been 11 o'clock at night, you weren't surprised when your father and mother were fast asleep.

He helped you to your bedroom and, just as he was about to say 'goodnight', you told him to stay.

"Stay," you demanded , your voice barely above a whisper as you looked up at him with puppy dog eyes.

Cillian's gaze softened as he met your gaze with a gentle smile. "Are you sure that is wise?" he asked as he took a step closer to you, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek. "We almost got caught by your dad this morning and I do not want to relive this kind of panic attack again anytime soon," he continued, but his eyes told a different story.

You bit your lip, your hand reaching up to cover his. "They are both asleep and I try to be quiet. I promise," you whispered back, your voice carrying a hint of playfulness as you reached up to gently tug at his shirt. "Besides, I have had the most wonderful day with you, and it would only be appropriate to end it like this," you admitted softly, feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment at revealing your true intentions.

"How could I possibly say no to you?" Cillian whispered, as he leaned down to gently press his lips against yours. Your heart raced as his arms encircled you, pulling you close against him. You could feel the heat radiating off of his body, and it only served to heighten your own desire.

As you broke apart for air, Cillian's gaze lingered on your lips before he spoke. "I'll stay, but we have to be quiet," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

You nodded and Cillian helped you onto the bed before undressing you, taking his time to trail delicate kisses along your skin.

His touch was gentle, yet firm as he explored every inch of your body, making you shiver with pleasure.

Your breath hitched as he reached the apex of your thighs, his skilled fingers parting you with ease before he began to explore your most intimate flesh. You moaned softly, your hands reaching up to tangle themselves in his hair as he lavished attention on your clit, circling it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth.

"You are so fucking good at this," you moaned as Cillian got to work , his talented mouth making you forget all about the world outside of your bedroom.

Cillian hummed in response, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he held you down against the mattress. It was a heady feeling, being at his mercy while he pleasured you and you could feel yourself quickly approaching your breaking point.

You writhed and moaned beneath him, your fingers tightening in his hair as, suddenly, you heard your father's voice.

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