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hanyacoded · 7 days

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if i had to choose her or the sun! megumi x reader

repost from old acc! reblogs are appreciated<3

megumi fushiguro x gn!reader

cws; none really, femcoded(?) reader, swearing, reader drinks coffee, megumi whipped for reader, first kiss, small [physical] fight between megumi and yuji for funnies

wc: 1154

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TO SAY THAT megumi fushiguro hates mondays would be an understatement. he doesn't hate them, he fucking despises them. there's nothing he can think of that's even close to likeable about them. the mornings? the worst part of his entire week. the nights? he's so tired he can't even think. and all the time in between? literal ass.

today's even worse. he normally hates waking up to go to class, but even that sounds better than waking up at 5 am to go to yuuji’s stupid sports practice. the fact that yuuji manages the patience or energy for this is astounding.

it's the worst day in his entire life, he thinks. but then he sees you, and suddenly it doesn't feel so bad anymore. you're dressed in layers and layers of fluff and wool, trudging through the soft layer of unshoveled snow on the ground, making a beeline straight for him.

there's a cute little grin on your face as you bounce towards him. your cheeks and nose are flushed, and your pretty, sparkly eyes are trained on one single thing: the steaming cup of coffee that he's cradling in his freezing hands.

“hey!” you yell, using your hands to form a makeshift microphone before you reach him. you plop down beside him, onto the bench.

“what flavour?” you demand, not noticing the way he stiffens, or the way his cheeks turn a even brighter shade of pink, a shade that no amount of cold can ever produce. he shifts uncomfortably as you lean into him suddenly, with no regard to his prsonal space. you take a deep breath, then close your eyes.

“caramel?”

“mm.” he offers it to you quietly, and you happily cuddle into his side as you take a big sip. you always tell him how surprising it is that the two of you, despite having opposite personalities, have the same taste in coffee. the short answer is, you don't. the long answer, however, complicates things wildly. he's never been a fan of sweet things, but you absolutely adore them. and when you'd told him how much you “love, love, love!” (your words, not his) sweet things. and of course, the one day he'd tried out caramel coffee, you'd tasted it too, and decided that you loved it.

“homemade?”

“yeah,” he murmurs. somewhere along the line, he's started making it at home. just for you. he enjoys seeing your little reactions every day when he hands it to you, and it goes without saying that being unable to savour his own coffee in peace is so worth watching you savour yours. he's used to it now anyways, choking down his own black coffee in seconds before setting out with “his” coffee, that's actually always been yours.

you tug at the thick muffler that's hanging half off your neck with one hand.

“wait– lemme–” you pull again, and the coffee almost spills out of the cup. he takes it from your hand gently.

“there, do it now.”

you rip off the muffler gratefully and reach for the cup. but before you can take your coffee back, yuuji jogs over and snatches it up, pouring some into his mouth. megumi grabs it back from him, annoyed.

“stop touching my stuff!”

“why are you always mean to everyone?” groans yuuji, collapsing onto the bench.

“wh’d’ya mean?” you ask, voice muffled by your megumi’s coffee cup. you put it down beside you. “i don't get it, he's never been mean to me!”

“nyeh!” yuuji sticks out his tongue at you. “that's cause he likes yo–”

your eyes widen. you've never seen megumi move this fast before; he lunges at yuuji, hissing “why'd you say that in front of–”

“i’m sorry, it just slipped out!” he gasps, trying to wriggle away–but even though he's stronger than megumi, the angle at which he's being held down is enough to hold him in place. and that's when it finally clicks.

“megumi… you like me?” your eyes are filled with wonder and surprise as you stare down at the pair, unmoving on the ground against a striking backdrop of snow.

yuuji shakes his head vehemently. “no, i was joking, i swear!”

“that's not true!” yells megumi at the same time. but then he sees how you seem to deflate, and your bright eyes dull. fuck it. he twists around to look at you properly. “i mean, it is true, but–”

he sees the way a small smile plays up on your lips. it's the prettiest sight he's ever seen–and distracting enough for yuuji to shove him away and take off running. beinf an s-class track star, he doesn't have to run for long before he's out of view. now it's only you and megumi left.

he's sitting on the floor of the pavilion, in front of the bench, scared to talk to you. you, on the other hand, have never been so bold. you walk over to him, and kneel between his spread out legs. you touch his face.

“hey, megumi.”

“yeah?” his voice is nervous, shaky.

“can i kiss you?”

he nods.

taking a deep breath, you lean forward, pressing your lips tentatively to his. megumi freezes, before pulling you closer to him, hand on your waist. holy shit, your lips are soft. but what if someone sees them? it would be so embarrassing. he pulls away briefly to catch his breath, but you look disappointed, like you wanted more. and then he's effortlessly pulling you up onto his lap, embarrassment be damned. your hands are tangled up in his hair, and he kisses you again, fervently.

“we should,” he gasps, out of breath. “we should really go somewhere more private.”

“oh,” you say, surprised. “we're still in the pavilion.”

he nods, lifting you off of him, then gets up. he pulls you up too, but then his eyes widen as soon as he sees your lips. picking up your muffler, he wraps it securely around your neck and the lower half of your face, so they're no longer visible.

“what's wrong?” you ask, confused.

he shakes his head, cheeks dusted a pretty pink.

“your uh,” he clears his throat. “your lips are swollen, it'll look weird.”

your laughter is infectious, and he's also laughing by the time you get to gojo’s car. when the two of you get in, his chauffeur–because when is gojo not going all out over little things–starts the car, and you immediately cuddle into megumi's side.

“so.”

you ignore him, eyes closed.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

LATER

“wait, so you actually like me?” you ask, peering down at the heart-shaped box of chocolate in your hands. there's a note stuck to it that says, happy valentine's day. you look up at megumi, who's holding a bouquet of flowers and the three stuffed animals you've won from the claw machine at the arcade.

“baby,” he groans. “we've been over this already, we've been together for two damn years!”

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subbmissivesuccubus · 7 months

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Rengoku X Reader X Uzui Part 3

Disclaimer : Smut. Threesome. Fem Reader. Uzui and Rengoku being jealous and possessive. Slight humiliation. Vaginal and anal sex.

It was just a regular day, you spending lunch with Rengoku and Uzui at a local restaurant. You chatted while you ate the food, Rengoku sitting beside you while Uzui sat opposite, enjoying your time together.

But just as Rengoku was lovingly feeding you some rice, a familiar voice called out as she stopped by the table. You looked up and hiccuped as you made eye contact with your best friend, a beautiful and strong young woman who was also a demon slayer and your closest companion.

"Well, isn't this interesting?" she said with a sly smirk as she looked between the three of you, Rengoku's chopsticks still in your mouth, "So, which one of you would like to explain?"

Which is how you found yourself sitting beside your best friend with your lovers opposite to you, face red as you explained the situation to her. You didn't want to make a big deal out of being in a relationship with two Hashira's- especially when you don't know where it's going- plus all the rumors and gossip that will spread around if people found out- it was too much of a hassle.

They had specifically chosen this restaurant as it was usually empty at this time of the day, but it seemed like the universe had other plans.

"Listen," your friend said, waving away your embarrassment, "having two Hashira's fall for you is basically winning the lottery and I'm sure you know that too. As long as you're all happy, that's what matters. And don't worry, my lips are sealed."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." you said, feeling a but guilty but once again, she dismissed it.

"I understand why you kept it a secret," she said, "I'm just glad you're with two very nice men this time and didn't choose someone like Misato again."

"Misato?" Uzui repeated, raising an eyebrow, eyes shooting over to look at you "your friend? The one you go on missions with?"

"You two were together?" Rengoku asked, a frown on his face.

"No!" you said, quickly squashing the confusion, "we were never together. I don't know what she's talking about-"

"Yeah but you had the biggest crush on him!" your friend said, either not noticing or ignoring the look you gave her of the silent plea to stop talking, "You liked him so much- it was honestly kind of embarrassing."

"Really?" Uzui asked, leaning forward seemingly intrigued but you could tell that there was a bit more to his interest, "Tell us more."

"Well- ow!" your friend suddenly yelped as you stepped on her foot underneath the table, hissing from the pain, "you bitch! why'd you do that?"

"I didn't do shit." you said, trying your best to gaslight as you picked up some fruit with your chopsticks and shoved it in her mouth, "You're just imagining things cause you're hungry. Here- keep eating-"

"Mmph!" your friend whined in frustration as you kept shoving food in her mouth, smacking your hand away as she struggled to chew. "Don't be embawassed-" she said, slurring her words as she gulped down the food, "we have all have at least one person we shouldn't have fallen for."

"Yeah honey, don't be embarrassed." Rengoku said with a monotone voice that it made you hiccup, "Please, Give us the details. And don't interrupt her." he said, shooting you a glare that made you shrink down.

"He's a nice guy," your friend said, defending him, "Just that he isn't the best at relationships and he knowingly strung her along for the fun of it. He says he's not ready for commitment but I guess he liked the attention."

"But she," your friend continued, gesturing to you with a teasing grin, "was so in love with him that it took her awhile to notice the red flags. Guess she thought she could change him if she stuck by his side but, it didn't work."

"I see..." Uzui said, folding his arms over his chest before he addressed you, "And you're still friends with this guy?"

"Well...yeah." you said, feeling embarrassed and guilty for some reason, "Like she said, he's a nice guy when he's just your friend. He's strong and very dedicated to helping people. But I stopped having a crush on him when I realized he was purposefully leading me on and wasn't taking me seriously- or seemed to care about my feelings."

"Doesn't seem like he got the memo, though." Your friend said with a roll of her eyes, "he keeps asking about you when I talk to him."

"Really?" you asked with perhaps too much curiosity considering the glare both Uzui and Rengoku sent you way, making you cough and correct yourself, "I mean- that's surprising."

"I think he misses the attention you gave him," your friend said, "Distance makes the heart grow fonder, as they say. I guess not going on missions with him for awhile made him realize he missed your company. At least, now I know why you weren't going with him." she smiled over at your two men, their expressions softening at the comment.

"So when did all this happen?" Rengoku asked.

"Oh pssht-" you babbled, "It's been a really long time- what like- a few years-"

"It's been a couple of months." your friend answered, ignoring your glare and this time, you couldn't really kick her feet for it lest your men get even more annoyed at you.

"Oh, so fairly recent." Uzui said, raising his eyebrows, "And how often does she go on missions with him?"

"Every other day." she said with a shrug, not realizing the predicament she was putting you in. The men managed to conceal their emotions very well, but you could see the slight twitch of the eye and the minuscule scowl on the face.

"But! It's important to note that I don't go on missions with him that often anymore," you said, "Remember? You even said he's noticed my absence."

"Yeah cause you went from going with him four to five times a week to once a week."

Rengoku gripped his chopsticks a touch too tightly while Uzui let out a soft scoff, pondering. "That's still quite frequent." he said, leveling you with a glare. You gulped, feeling guilty. like you had cheated on them even though you know you did nothing wrong.

"Oh! Would you look at the time." your friend said, glancing at the nearby clock, "I have to leave now. I actually came here just to have a quick snack and since you so lovingly fed me," she rolled her eyes at you teasingly, "I'll have to go now. Let's all get together again if you want more embarrassing stories about this one." she teased, elbowing you before getting up.

"Be careful." you said with a scowl, sending her a telepathic message that you were gonna beat her up later, a message she happily ignored. With a wave goodbye, she skipped out of the restaurant, leaving you in the wake of her destruction.

An awkward silence fell across the table, no one saying anything. You looked around, nervous and awkward before picking up the chopsticks and poking at your food. "It's gone cold..." you said silently.

"So...you frequently go on missions with the guy you were in love with who has now, apparently, fallen for you." Uzui said, recollecting the points.

"Wh- ok- it sounds bad when you say it like that..." you defended.

"How else would you say it?" Rengoku asked, elbows on the table as he leaned forward.

"Just...two friends going on missions together?"

"But you're not just 'friends' are you?"

"Sure we are! I'm not interested in him."

"But he's interested in you."

"Ok well I know that now..." you mumbled, "but that is also just speculation..."

Uzui suddenly straightened up, "You have a mission tonight and you said you're going with a friend. It's with him, isn't it?"

"...no."

Both of them gave you a look that clearly conveyed that it would be in your best interest not to lie.

"...yeah."

"And you didn't tell us about this because...?" Rengoku prodded.

"I don't know..." you said with a shrug, "I didn't think it was important. It's all in the past."

"Hmph." Uzui said with a grunt, "so you're still going on this mission with him?"

"Well, I can't cancel on him now..." you said with a pout before letting out a huff, "Can we drop this please? I'm going on a dangerous missions and I don't want to fight before I leave..."

The two men looked at each other before letting out a sigh. Uzui reached his hand out to grab yours gently, raising it to press a kiss against your fingers.

"Alright, darling." Rengoku said, "We'll talk about this later."

But what you didn't know was that later was going to come far too quickly~

"Wait- boys- Mmph!"

Your protest got muffled down by Uzui shoving his tongue down your throat, the man greedily kissing you, strong hand on your jaw to keep you in place.

"Mm- I have to- mmph- I have to get ready-" you tried to say, breaking the kiss only for him to keep chasing your lips, not giving you the time to even finish a full sentence.

Rengoku was nibbling on your neck from behind you, grunting as he finally undid your uniform and ripped your shirt off of you, the fabric dropping to the floor. You gasp as his hands cupped your bra covered chest, your body shivering as he bit down on a sensitive spot on your neck.

"Boys- Mmph- please!" you say in frustration, pulling away from the kiss again and this time, not allowing Uzui to kiss you again until you spoke, "I have to leave soon! I don't have time for this!"

"You still have ten minutes." Uzui said, hand traveling to your back to undo your bra, Rengoku ripping it off of you once he did before groping your bare tits, "We'd better be quick."

"That- ah!" you gasped as the flame Hashira started teasing your sensitive nipples, his fingers rubbing the buds in circles to harden before he grasped them between his thumb and forefinger and started to tweak them, your back arching against him as he did. You could feel his hardness press against your ass, the man still mouthing at your neck greedily.

Uzui got on his knees, desperately tugging at the belt of your uniform pants, getting it off of you in seconds before he got to work on unbuttoning it. Your pants bunched up at your feet, Uzui getting you to step out of them and throwing them aside, leaving you in your panties which you knew weren't going to stay on your for any longer.

You looked to your side at the mirror you were standing in front of to check your uniform, having just been relaxing in your room with your two lovers before they decided to pounce on you, and you noticed the hickies Rengoku was leaving on you.

"Rengoku-san!" you whined, bunching up your shoulders to push your partner away from your neck, the man letting out a growl of frustration as you did, "N-no marks!"

"Your uniform will cover them up anyway." was all he said, giving your tit a slap before greedily going back to your neck, mouthing at your sensitive spots once more. Uzui kissed your clothed mound before swiftly taking your panties off, leaving you completely naked for them. He groaned as he stuffed his face between your legs, tongue peeking out to lick at your pussy. You gasped, tossing your head back as he focused on your clit, sucking in your sensitive little bud.

"Lie down baby." Uzui said, separating himself to guide you towards your futon. Having no desire to stop them, you lied down on the futon, whining as Uzui immediately pushed your legs upto your chest. He groaned as he went back to mouthing at your pussy, having more freedom to really work his tongue on your dripping cunt. Your moans were swallowed by Rengoku, the man leaning down to slot his lips against yours, messily kissing you.

"Fuck- going to fuck you now, sweetheart." Uzui said, pushing himself up to tug at his pants. Since they had to finish quickly, he unfortunately didn't have the time to eat you out till you came in his mouth so he'll have to finish that up some other time.

You held your legs up for him, keeping them folded and spread, attention still diverted to Rengoku shoving his tongue down your throat when you felt Uzui's fat cock slap against your pussy, making you jump. The man licked his lips as he teased you, running his cock up and down between your folds, his member getting coated with a layer of your slick, growing harder against you.

Rengoku placed another kiss to your lips before he pulled away, caressing your face lovingly as he asked: "Where's the lube, baby?"

"I-In the drawer."

The flame Hashira got up and went to said furniture, opening it and rummaging around before he found it. He quickly walked back, smirking at your frustrated expression as Uzui simply grounded his cock-head against your clit.

"Make her ride you." Rengoku said, "I want to work open her ass."

You blushed at how shamelessly your lover said that, body trembling as you got prepared for what Rengoku was going to do. "You heard the man." Uzui said, grabbing your hips and manhandling you so easily, someone could mistake you for being the weight of paper. You wound up lying on top of the large man, Uzui lying down comfortably with you on his chest and his cock throbbing between your legs.

Rengoku gave your butt a firm spank before he grabbed your ass cheeks and spread them apart, leaning down and giving your back entrance a greedy lick. "Ah!" You squealed, body shivering from the hot, wet contact. You had done anal only once before, so the sensation of anything back there was still foreign to you.

"Get my cock in you." Uzui ordered, waiting patiently as your hand slid between the two of you and grasped his hard, throbbing member. Your mouth salivated at how you couldn't wrap your fingers around his cock, his girth always taking your breath away before you pressed him against your eager, wet hole. Your pussy was even more lubricated considering the saliva on your ass that was dripping down to your cunt from Rengoku eating you out, so the slide inside you was smoother than usual.

Both you and Uzui moaned simultaneously, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as his member stretched you out, splitting your poor pussy deliciously. His hands tightened around your hips, the man hissing between his teeth as your velvet, wet cunt surrounded him, squeezing him perfectly.

"Good girl. Good- fucking girl- that's it!" Uzui groaned, helping you take him inch by inch. Despite the countless times you all had sex, it still took some effort for you to take his cock. It didn't help that your pussy was clamping down on him all the more harder due to Rengoku eating your ass.

With another messy lick, the blonde haired man separated from your ass, smirking at how Uzui was now balls deep inside of you before he opened the bottle of lube and generously coated his finger with it. He gently pressed said finger against your hole, running it in circles over your rim to rub the lube in before gently pushing it into your hole. You squealed, tossing your head back at the insertion, making your head feel loopy.

"Just relax, darling." Rengoku said, lightly thrusting his finger in and out, working you open, "you're too tight."

"I'm t-trying!"

"Well, try harder."

It didn't help that this was when Uzui started moving, making you yelp as he couldn't hold himself back anymore. His strong legs pressed against the futon, he lifted his hips up and down to start fucking you from underneath, the slide of his fat cock inside you taking your breath away.

"That's it- good fucking girl- taking us so well, hmm?" Uzui groaned into your ear, hips thrusting into you desperately, your pussy squeezing his cock deliciously. Your slick dripped down his balls, soiling him in the process and it was so filthy, you felt him grow even harder inside you.

"Your ass feels so good, darling~" Rengoku said from behind you, having worked upto two fingers inside your ass, more comfortably stretching you open, biceps flexed as he fingered you, "fuck- you're so hot like this!"

You couldn't even say anything, your mouth open in a perpetual moan as your men took you so passionately. You felt full beyond belief, your cunt and ass stretched to accommodate them, both of them working together to make you crazy from the pleasure. If this was how good it felt with just fingers in your ass, you shuddered to think of how it would feel having Rengoku's cock in you. You held onto Uzui for dear life as they pounded you mercilessly, your ass jiggling with each thrust, your toes curling and eyes rolling to the back of your head as you were assaulted with pleasure. You pushed yourself up on your hands using the wind pillar's body as support, no longer lying down chest to chest with him and the new position drove his cock deeper inside you, making him groan.

Uzui was moaning underneath you, cock pumping against your womb hungrily as he chased his pleasure, balls clapping against your cunt. Rengoku could feel his cock going in and out of you and it was strange but exciting. The room was filled with the sounds of moaning and slick skin slapping against each other.

"Baby," Regoku groaned, gently pulling his fingers out of you before unbuttoning his pants and getting his cock out, "Gonna fuck you now, OK?"

"Mmhmm!" You mewled, nodding desperately as Uzui picked up the pace, fucking you so deliciously, "P-Please- I need you!"

Rengoku licked his lips in excitement as he generously lubed up his cock, lathering it before pressing his cockhead against your ass. He got you to stop bouncing, making Uzui growl in annoyance but he held you still, allowing Rengoku to take the time he needed to make sure he took this slowly and safely.

Everyone's heart was beating faster and faster as Rengoku started to push, his cockhead popping inside you, making you shudder at the intrusive feeling. He kept pushing in more and more, stretching your ass out so wonderfully. Uzui swore underneath you, Regoku's cock making your pussy even tighter and it took all his willpower to not cum immediately.

"Fuck- that's it- good girl- almost- fuck! There we go~" Rengoku cursed, giving your ass cheeks a greedy squeeze as he bottomed out. Your fingers dug into Uzui's skin, your mouth open in a perpetual moan as you got used to the feeling, eyebrows furrowed and tears in your eyes as your body was stretched beyond belief. Uzui raised a hand to wipe away a tear before stuffing the same thumb into your mouth, making you moan around it as you sucked.

"Going to move now, ok baby?" Rengoku asked, sweat on his brow as your tight ass squeezed him more than he could handle but he managed to hold himself together. No way was he going to cum before they made you cry from pleasure.

You tried to beg Regoku to move but your words were muffled and slurred by Uzui's thumb in your mouth, the man shoving it as deep as it could go but your whines and garbles were enough for Rengoku to know you were ready for him. Taking a deep breath, a gentle kiss to your shoulder, Rengoku got ready to move-

When there was a knock on the door.

"Hey, it's me. You in here?"

Oh fuck. it was Misato. your mind went for a spin, making you feel dizzy from the sudden interruption in your already overwhelming situation. You tapped onto your men's arms, desperately and silently asking them to stop, Uzui taking his thumb out of your mouth. You put a finger to your lips, signaling to your men to stay silent, heart pounding as you hoped if you were all quiet, he would just leave.

"I know you're in there. I can see your shadow through the door."

You silently cursed as you looked down and sure enough, your fuck pile was casting a shadow below the door that would be noticeable from the other side.

"Just- give me a minute!" you called out, whining in frustration as you whispered for the men to pull out of you. Again, they complied without any fuss but you were so panicked in your situation that you failed to notice the look they gave each other. You hopped up onto your feet, your men doing the same.

"We're running late, you know." Misato called out, "What happened? You're always on time."

"I- uh..." you stammered, forgoing underwear as you simply pulled your pants up before shrugging on your top and messily buttoning it up, "Lost track of time."

"That isn't like you."

"Yeah well..." you said, grabbing your Haori and draping it on your shoulders, praying that the fabric will be enough to cover up your hard nipples peeking through your uniform, "Happens to the best of us."

You quietly shooed Uzui and Rengoku to the corner of the room far away from the view of the door, their cocks still comically hard and wet but you unfortunately couldn't help them. They gave you an unamused glare but you quickly gave them both a kiss on the lips.

"I'll make it upto you, I promise." you said before quickly skipping to the door.

"About time- woah." Misato said as he looked you up and down, "What happened to you?"

"Hahaha..." you laughed awkwardly, tugging your haori around you tighter, no doubt looking like a mess. Your hair was wild, your lips plump and red and not to mention the blush and sweat on your face.

"I uh...almost drowned in the bath." you lied on your feet, trying to come up with something.

"What?!" Misato barked, "Are you OK? How did that happen?"

"Just, you know, super tired these days and the bath was so relaxing I kind of fell asleep- it happens. But it doesn't matter- I'm perfectly fine!"

"If you say so...anyway, you ready to leave?"

"Could you uh..." you looked down at your uniform, clearly needing a retouch, "Could give me a minute?"

"Sure thing. But don't take too long, alright?"

But jst as Misato was about to ruffle your hair, a voice suddenly popped up :

"Baby, are you done? Come back to bed."

You yelped as Uzui suddenly walked into frame, making your breath catch in your throat as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side as he leaned down to snuggle his face into your hair. He was thankfully wearing pants, privates hidden but he was shirtless, showing off his incredible physique.

"How long are you going to keep me waiting, darling?" he asked, placing a kiss into your hair.

"Uzu- you- what- you-" you sputtered, blood rushing to your face so fast it made you dizzy, your brain short-fusing at the sudden situation.

"Oh, hello." Uzui said, chuckling at your failure to make words as he focused on your friend, "I didn't realize you were still here. Who are you again?"

Misato snapped out of his trance, the man shocked into silence the second he saw a Hashira appear out of nowhere.

"I'm Uzui Tengen." the sound Hashira said, introducing himself, "but I'm sure you already knew that."

"Y-Yes sir! M-My name is Misato. It's an honor to meet you Sir!" Misato yelped, bowing respectfully before slowly straightening himself up, eyes wide in shock, "B-but may I ask what you're doing in her room-"

"You're a big boy, I'm sure you can figure it out." Uzui said, moving to stand behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, hugging you before he leaned down and placed a kiss to the top of your head, ignoring how beet red your face was.

"That's- you're-" Misato sputtered, his own face turning red as his eyes jumped between you and Uzui. "U-Uzui-san!" you snapped, feeling your gut churn over the situation. You had wanted to tell Misato about them - but not like this!

But before you could say anything, Rengoku's hand shot out to grip your chin, turning your face towards him before he kissed you, swallowing down your yelp. Just as shirtless and sweaty with his pants riding low on his hip and doing a poor job of concealing his erection, it was very clear that he too was involved in your adult activities. Misato jumped, eyes as wide as dinner plates as he watched the flame Hashira kiss you, his brain taking awhile to compute.

"R-Rengoku-san is here too-?"

"Oh, excuse me." Rengoku said with a smile on his face once he pulled away from you, "I didn't realize you were still here and I showed you something quite shameful. My apologies." You slapped your hands over your face, too embarrassed to even get a word out, face so red you felt like steam was leaking from your ears.

"N-No it's o-okay." Misato said, how eyes now jumping between all three of you, connecting the dots, "So you're with t-two men-"

"Sorry- why are you here, exactly?" Rengoku asked, pretending like he didn't know, "I don't mean to be rude but we weren't expecting any...interruptions."

"Ah- uh...we-we're supposed to be leaving to do a mission together...Sir." Misato explained. He looked like he wanted to run away but he also knew he couldn't do that without being dismissed by the Hashira as it would be incredibly disrespectful.

"Oh, a mission?" Uzui repeated, pretending like he didn't know about it, "she didn't say anything about a mission. Guess she must have forgotten about it." his arms tightened around your waist, giving you a silent command to not say anything, both of them on a mission of their own to let the guy know you weren't thinking about him- that he was forgettable to you.

"But as you can see, we're quite busy at the moment..." Uzui pondered, "So I'm sure you can find someone else to replace her for tonight?"

"That's-"

"I know quite a few people who are free and who'd be happy to assist you." Rengoku said, cutting off any protest Misato might have, giving him the names, "Just tell them I asked them to help you and they'll understand."

"...okay." Misato said, sounding embarrassed and defeated, eyes flicking over to you but you couldn't see him as you were still covering your face with your hands, "I guess...I'll see you later..."

"Great." Uzui said with a smile, "Now if you'll excuse us~"

With a bright and cheerful smile, Rengoku closed the door on Misato's face.

"Oh my god- oh my god- oh my god- oh my god-" you sputtered like a broken record, your face completely red as you processed the situation, a mix of concerned and turned on as you barely registered the fact that Uzui had picked you up easily and deposited you back onto your futon, "I-I can't believe you guys just did that- ah!"

You yelped as Rengoku got you on your stomach, pulled both of your pants down and quickly slid back into your ass, taking your breath away. He growled as he didn't start slow this time- both of you still lubed up and ready- as he immediately thrusted into you over and over again. "It seemed like the both of you-" he growled, happy to be back inside you, "Needed a lesson on who you belong to." "Indeed." Uzui said, grabbing a nice fistful of your hair in one hand "Now he knows you're off limits."

"I-I was gonna t-tell him anyway!" you said, squealing as Uzui tightened his grip on your hair, "that was so f-fucking embarrassing-"

"Yeah? Then why are you moaning so much? Hmm?" Rengoku asked, reeling a hand back and giving you ass a nice spank, making you squeal, a hand print left behind on your skin, "don't want to be humiliated? They maybe don't enjoy it so fucking much."

You whined in frustration, barely able to piece together a sentence as Rengoku fucked our ass with reckless abandon, the man's growls so sexy it made your pussy weep. A part of you was horrified that your close friend saw your situation, but another part of you really loved how possessive they were of you.

"Who do you belong to?" Uzui asked as he pulled you hair, making you get on your hands and knees, back arching, "Say it."

"I-I belong to you t-two!" you whimpered, Rengoku's cock fucking you so good it took you a few seconds to even respond.

"Say it louder." Uzui ordered, smacking your bouncing tits.

"I belong to the b-both of you!" you said, loud enough that you knew if Misato was still outside, he'd hear you, "I'm yours- I'm y-yours!"

"You better fucking remember it." Uzui snarled, his other hand ripping his pants open to fish his cock out, "Our pretty little wife- you really think we'd let some other man even think he has a chance with you?"

"You're so gorgeous and smart and strong- we need to make sure- fuck that's tight- make sure others know you're off limits now." Rengoku said, leaning over you to press his chest against your back to growl into your ear, "you belong to us and only us. Understand?"

"I- I- I understand!" you squealed, tears in your eyes over how intense the situation was, "I get it- please- I need you b-both-"

"Careful what you wish for, angel." Uzui said, using the grip he had on your hair to direct you towards his cock, fat member pressed against your face, giving your cheek a couple of smacks before pressing it against your lips, "We need to make sure this lesson really sticks. You're not sleeping tonight."

~~~~~

"Woah. I'm guessing last night was really tough, huh?" your best friend asked, looking you up and down as you sat opposite to her for lunch. No doubt you looked exhausted to her. You hissed as your butt made contact with the chair, pushing yourself up only to slowly seat yourself back down.

"...I blame you." you snarled, placing your plate of food on the table.

"Me?" she asked, confused, "what did I do??"

"It's because of you that I had to deal with two demons on my own."

"Two demons?! On your own?! Was that why Misato was sulking so much? Did the mission go that badly?"

"Mission? What mission?"

"What?"

"Huh?"

~~~~~

#subby writes #kimetsu no yaiba smut #demon slayer smut #kny rengoku #kny uzui #rengoku smut #rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku #demon slayer uzui #uzui tengen #uzui x reader #tengen uzui #uzui smut #rengoku x reader x uzui

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creativesaturn · 2 months

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Can you do Emiley w/ bau f!reader. They are on a case and get stuck in a hotel room together w/ only like 1 bed (I know, overdone, but its my fave) But Reader hasn't told Em that she has a crush on her, and Emiley kinda figures it out and teases her for a while? Idk, smut if you want? But you can also just like ignore if your over this scenario. I love your stuff! <3

Summary: Emily chose to room with you, but she didn't account for the one bed.

Genre: Fluff , Suggestive

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x gn!reader

Warnings: One bed trope , kissing!!

Word count: 1.4k

a/n: the way I was already working on a one bed trope for her 🤭🤭 but don't even worry cuz the one bed trope is my absolute favorite as well

You sat in the lobby with your go bag at your feet with the rest of the team. Hotch went to go check everyone in, since the case was so last minute it was hard to check in beforehand.

You looked up when Hotch walked over, "That explains why we couldn't sign in beforehand. They're completely booked." He spoke, "But I managed to get us 4 rooms, meaning we're all going to have to share." He explained, holding up 8 key cards.

"Can you behave and choose who you want to room with? Or do I have to hand them out randomly." Hotch asked, making eye contact with everyone one at a time.

You turned your eyes to the couch in front of you, catching eye contact with Emily who had already been looking at you. A slight pink tint filled your face. These past few days have been.. different, with Emily. Stolen glances, goosebumps every time she said your name. And butterflies going wild every conversation.

You couldn't not look away, it was like she had you in some sort of trap with no way out.

"Can me and Derek share?" Penelope asked, biting her bottom lip with a wink aimed at Derek.

Derek laughed in response, his eyes going to Hotch as he waited for the answer. "Sure." Hotch responded, handing them both a key card.

Penelope giggled as she stood up, grabbing onto Derek's arm as they made their way to the elevator.

"I'm not rooming with anyone, but Hotch. You guys can't be trusted." Rossi raised his hands as if he was surrending to his own words. He stood up and placed his hand in front of Hotch, Hotch laughed but nodded, placing a key card in his hand. Shoving the matching card in his own pocket.

Your eyes had finally left Emily's, trying to think who the best person to room with for a week. Your eyes on the floor, lost in thought. Emily watched you contemplate, but she had other plans.

"I'll room with, y/n." Emily blurted, standing up from the couch with her hand out.

"Y/n?" Hotch asked, turning his eyes to you for your answer.

"Huh? Oh-- uh.. Sure. I don't mind." You finally answered, standing up and grabbing the card Hotch handed you.

Emily grinned at you as she began walking towards the elevator, you following close behind her. As you both entered the elevator, you turned your head.

"Why'd you want to room with me?" You asked, genuinely curious on why she suddenly wanted to room with you.

"Who else would you rather room with?" She asked, obviously teasing, finally turning to look back at you.

"Didn't have much time to think about it." You admitted, listening to the ding of the elevator as it pushed open, both you walking out and trailing the halls for your room.

"I haven't actually roomed with you, now that I think about it." She stated, opening the door and letting you step inside first.

"Yeah, it's not very common that we have to share in general." You replied, quickly stopping in your tracks with an annoyed sigh.

Emily furrowed her brows at your expression, and the moment she stepped inside her mouth made an 'O' shape with a soft chuckle.

"I can sleep on the floor if you--" You quickly spoke, but quickly being interrupted by Emily.

"What? You're not seriously sleeping on the floor." She scoffed, walking towards the back of the room that had two chairs to place her bag on top of it.

Her back was facing towards you as she slid off her jacket, "Are you sure?" You asked, placing your stuff on the opposite chair.

"Please. You wouldn't be the first person I shared a bed with." She scoffed, "I call dibs on the shower." She raised her brows, quickly lowering them as she entered the bathroom, leaving you alone.

You sighed, unable to argue with her as you looked around to take in your surroundings. You checked your watch and when you noticed how late it was, you decided showering can wait. You took the time you had with Emily in the shower to change your clothes.

You slid into the bed, sighing at the feel of the plush mattress beneath you. You pulled the blanket up your body and kept your back towards the bathroom, trying to catch up on your sleep.

You weren't surprised you couldn't sleep. The first night in the hotel is always the worst. But you kept your position and continued your attempt.

You listened to door of the bathroom open and the light that peered through turn off. The mattress dipped from the weight of Emily that got comfortable behind you.

"Y/n?" She whispered, clearly testing to see if you were awake.

"Hm?" You hummed lazily.

"You don't mind that I don't wear pants to sleep, right?" She asked, a wide smirk on her face when she spoke but you were unable to see.

You stayed silent for a while. The thought and realization that Emily, the woman you've had a crush on since you started at the BAU, was inches away wearing no pants.

Your face flushed and you unconsciously tensed your thighs together, which Emily couldn't help but notice.

"I'll take that as a yes." She continued to whisper, clearly teasing you at this point.

"But I didn't say anything." You furrowed your brows, your words slightly stuttering and more above a whisper.

Emily raised her brow, "You're right," She responded, "Is it okay?" She asked again, her back against the mattress but her head towards your direction even if your back was facing her.

"Oh-- yeah.. Yeah, it's fine." You muttered, silently cursing at yourself at how embarrassing that was to answer.

Emily couldn't help but laugh. She wanted to keep the conversation going, obviously you were having trouble sleeping if you were still up, and she already knew she wasn't going to be able to.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked in a soft mumble, shifting her weight to lay on the side of her body, staring at the back of your head in the hope you'd turn around.

You hummed to let her know you acknowledged the question, now thinking of a reply. "The case." You answered honestly, well slightly.

You weren't lying. Just.. bending the truth.

She groaned as a reply, "Other than the case."

You thought about it once more. Finally deciding to answer honestly.

"You." You managed to mutter between your racing mind and your now dry mouth.

You finally adjusted your body to lay on your other side, finally making eye contact with Emily who had a wide smile on your face.

"I could've told you that." She laughed, her white teeth showing, almost blinding you with how pretty she looked in the moment.

"What?" You asked, knitting your brows together. "You knew?" You questioned her, genuinely confused, you thought you hid it well.

"Are you kidding? You're always a wreck when you're with me. It's adorable, honestly." She grinned, her smile never leaving her face. In fact, you swore you saw it grow bigger.

"Oh." Was all you said, unable to find the words that could explain how you felt. But your actions did. She could see your face grow redder even from the darkness, your fingers fidgeting with each other, and your eyes unable to find a place to sit for more than five seconds.

"Don't be embarrassed," She cooed, shifting herself closer towards you, close enough to where you could feel her breath hit your skin.

"It's cute, really." She whispered, her hand trailing up your hip, getting caught on the fabric of your t-shirt.

You couldn't find your words, staying silent with your eyes locked onto hers even when she wasn't keeping eye contact.

"Cute?" You breathed out, your words hiding in your mouth, barely being able to mutter anything.

"Mhm." She hummed, bringing her hand to your face to rest her palm against your cheek, finding herself moving closer to you and closing the gap between your mouths.

You kissed back in an instant, letting the soft flesh of your lips move against her before she pulled back.

"You think you can be quiet for me?" She teased, her lips slightly grazing your own.

Your head bobbed up and down in a nod, "Yes."

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queers-gambit · 2 months

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Now and at the Hour of His Death

prompt: any who say, "it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all," were never loved by him.

pairing: Osferth x female!pregnant!wife!reader

fandom: The Last Kingdom

word count: 6.1k+

note: fuck you, Netflix.

warnings: you already know - author needs therapy, projects hard, pregnant wife, Lord’s name in vain, Christianity (obviously), and a fuck ton of fucking ANGST because fuck your feelings. hurt NO comfort, drama, oneshot, cursing, canon-typical violence, injury, and blood. character death and spoilers - yeah, i'm giving you THAT scene. requires maturity and caution. good luck.

also please note: NO, i do not age Osferth to be 16 - that's just a reference age for when he eventually runs away from the monastery.

again, you are missing nothing if this upsets or triggers you and you choose to skip. value your wellbeing, my angels. author is not responsible for the media YOU choose consume, but still, as usual, MDNI

"You should not be doing this sort of work," Ingrith's voice scolded you, and when you turned, you saw the blonde woman standing with her hip cocked and a stern expression. "It's bad for your health to be in such filth, we've stable boys for this sort of chore."

"I do not mind," you sniffled in the brisk air, shoveling the horse shit of the stable into a muck bucket to be dumped into the fields later. "It keeps me busy," you grunted lightly, sure to bend your knees when lifting the pitchfork, "keeps me humble," you listed, dumping the waste to grin at your friend, "and keeps me young."

"In what way?"

"Reminds me of my childhood," you eased, continuing your work. "I slept in a stable from the ages of 4 to... Oh, shit, I guess I was about 16 before I left The Loft."

"What?" She breathed in confusion. "Never knew that."

"Yeah, yeah, true story," you beamed at her, still shoveling shit. "I slept in the stalls with the horses, sometimes in the grain rooms - basically anywhere I could since my work didn't include official room and board, so, I had to make do with what was available. Then, one day when I was about ten, Old Man Rivers said I could use the hay loft if I cleared it out, fixed the rotten planks. Stayed up there till I was about 16, and after that, I kinda ran away."

"Old Man Rivers?"

You nodded, "My mother lived on his homestead, but she was real sick, you see. So, he kinda took me in without assuming responsibility for me," you cleared your throat, shrugging, "let me stay in his barn if I worked with the horses and livestock for him."

"Why would you want to be reminded of that?"

"Seems simpler when I look back."

Ingrith sighed, "C'mon, put the pitchfork down. Come help me prepare the rabbits. The scouts say the men aren't too far off, they'll want a hot meal."

You chuckled with ease and set your pitchfork aside, giving a hearty pat to one of the horse's necks as you passed by to exit the stable. Ingrith made sure you washed up before you were both mounting rabbits on the rack to start skinning them.

"Could I ask something?" She wondered after a time.

"Anything you'd like."

"Why'd you run away? From Old Man Rivers?"

You laughed, "I was in love."

"Oh, you and Baby Monk go that far back, huh?"

"Try even farther," you teased. "Our mothers were friends, and when I worked in the stable, he was in the monastery, but when he came to me, saying he couldn't do it any longer, I couldn't let him go alone. Life was supposed to offer more than what we were given, so, we set out to find the legendary barbarian, The Dane Slayer," you teased, both giggling, "our Lord, the legendary, Uhtred of Bebbanburg."

"And all this time...?" She smiled, watching you shuck hide like you've done it your whole life. Ingrith inferred you probably did.

"Yeah," you eased, "all this time, he's been by my side. Kept me close, never left me behind. The others weren't too sure about me on account of being a woman, they told us to piss off a few times - but they came around after Osferth refused to send me away."

"He's a good lad, Osferth," she nodded.

"Arguably one of the best ones," you agreed, nudging her arm gently, "but look who I'm telling, right?"

"Oh!" She giggled, swatting at you loosely before going back to your work for a moment. Suddenly, the townspeople of Rumcofa stirred to life, and over the voices, you heard them announcing their Lord's return - which meant all of your men were home. You both grinned and breathlessly left your post, Ingrith pausing a young lad to ask, "How many return to us?"

"Does it matter? Come, c'mon, let us see ourselves!" You all but squealed, overwhelmed with excitment; eager for your own reunion with the man you've loved since you were a young lass.

"Warn the alehouse!" Finan was heard shouting. "Osferth's thirsty!"

"Jesus," you laughed, dodging around the procession of people waiting to greet their warriors on their return home so you could approach the white gelding your husband rode.

His face was absolutely priceless when he caught sight of you. As Osferth eagerly dismounted, your hands smoothed over the small swell of your belly - purposefully wearing a dress that accentuated your ever-changing figure. "Am I dreaming?" He laughed, a stablehand taking hold of his horse so his hands were free to caress your belly. "Oh, my God, I'm not, 's real, oh, God," he beamed, laughing with you. "You're pregnant? Truly? Yes? I-I am not - I am not being deceived?"

"No, my love, I guess our prayers were finally heard."

"OH-HOOOO!" You heard Finan holler as Osferth finally pulled you in for a sweet kiss; both ignoring the Irishman. "Lord! LORD! Uhtred! Hey! Did you hear!? Baby Monk's got some spunk in 'im afta all!"

"Oh, God," you laughed against Osferth's lips, but he was quick to shush you with another breath-stealing kiss.

"A baby Baby Monk! AHA!" Finan was still laughing, your husband's hands caressing both your cheeks when he pulled back just in time for Finan to descend. You grunted lightly when his heavy arms dropped over both yours and Osferth's shoulders, his laugh still booming as he gave a squeeze and cooed, "Oh, congratulations, yah two love birds! Wasn't sure you had it innyah, boy!"

"Don't be so rough with her, Finan, for God's sake," Osferth scolded, nudging his friend to get out from under his arm.

"What?" Finan looked at you gobsmacked. "Sayin' I gotta treat yah different now or somethin'?"

"I didn't say that," you told him prettily with fluttering lashes, fist quickly balling up to jab him in the weak spot of his armor - making him grunt and wheeze. "Aht-aht!" You warned with a pointed finger when he flinched as if to retaliate, "Can't hit a pregnant woman."

"Oh, yeh li'l shite," Finan laughed, Osferth pushing him towards his wife so he could stand in front of you and command all attention.

Osferth took a moment to simply look at you; thumbs gently tracing over your cheeks in sweeping motions, a slow grin breaking across his lips. "This almost doesn't feel real... But how I have to praise God for this blessing. A baby," he breathed.

"A little you and me," you agreed softly. "Sound okay to you?"

"More than okay," he chuckled, pecking your lips, "sounds like a lifetime together."

"Good by me." His nose nuzzled up yours, the sweet moment broken when he sighed sadly; eyes shut and smile dropping. "What is it? What's wrong, love?" You asked, stepping into his embrace so you were nuzzled into his neck and his arms were wrapped around your form in a vice.

"Uhtred means to move us again," he whispered in your ear. "Brida, she... She's got Father Pyrlig, and - "

"What!?" You snapped, rearing back slightly to pin him under your hardened glare. Pregnancy hormones would surely give Osferth whiplash.

"My love, I did not - "

"Brida's got Pyrlig? Fuck are we standin' here for, let's go!" You reached for his hand, ready to march off.

"Uh, no, no, no, no," he pulled you back to him; anchoring his hands on your hips so you could not escape. "You are not going anywhere. Not now - especially now," he glanced at your still-growing bump. "The men will go, you know we will return, but you have this new responsibility, and that's keeping this little one safe. For us," he smiled at you.

You huffed, "I'm not unfit to do what needs done, Osferth."

"I did not say you were unfit, but look at the timing of it," he frowned. "I should've been here when you learned, but I was not, and I am truly so sorry for it. Look, I do not know how long this venture will be, but you know I will return. We've waited for our family for far too long, I will not jeopardize this - so I will return. If you go with us, and something were to happen," he shook his head, "my angel, I would never forgive myself. So I need you to stay here, stay safe, if for nothing else but for me."

"But Pyrlig - "

"Will be saved," he assured.

"And Brida - "

"Will be dealt with," he eased, chuckling lightly. "My angel, you worry too much about everyone and yet never about yourself."

You pouted, "Well, why is it just me meant to stay back? This is your child, too, Osferth, and should have the right to meet them! You can't always control what happens, accidents are real, what if you don't return - "

"Don't think like that - "

"But it's a real threat to us - "

He agreed, "Of course, but - "

"Yeah, I know," you nodded, cutting him off, "we serve Lord Uhtred. This comes first, and I'm not - "

"I've made a vow to him."

"You made one to me, too, you know."

"Angel, please, don't do this. Do not ask me to choose," he begged with a frown, and you caved.

So, with a sigh, you nuzzled into his embrace and relented, "All right, yes, fine, go after Brida and Pyrlig. And when you find them, tell him I am waiting for his safe return, he is dearly missed. Ideally, I'd have him birth our child."

"Of course," he breathed, finding a small reprieve of relief that you did not fight him further about leaving - about choosing which vow to fulfill: the one to his Lord Uhtred or the one to his wife.

Both made to God.

Luckily, Osferth married his best friend and you were never one to pick fights with him. You liked the harmony you had; the peaceful environment you had both cultivated to preserve the trust and love you built through the years. He was genuinely one of a kind; a man who walked many lines between faith, humanity, right, wrong. He was the voice of reason, constantly striving to do better than he did before, learning all he could as if a rag soaking in water. For all he was, Osferth has always been enough for you, and for that reason alone, you never felt the need to argue.

To fight. To voice contempt.

"Question," you perked up, smirking at him as your pregnancy symptoms ran a little wild, "think we've time to, you know, really give our thanks?"

"Angel - "

"What?" You grinned. "You fucked me on the alter all those weeks ago and look - your seed stuck. We might as well go give thanks in the same manner, just to really show God how thankful we are for this blessing he's given us."

"Think the Devil's gotten into you," he laughed.

"Or your child is ruining my hormones," you countered, his lips meeting yours in another passionate display of his excitement.

"C'mon," he whispered, taking your hand, and leading you to the chapel - thinking you were being sneaky, but your matching giggles made Ingrith and Finan beam at each other.

"He does know she can't get more pregnant, right?" Finan teased, flinching when Ingrith smacked his upper arm.

"WHY!?"

"My angel, please - "

"What the fuck is going on, Osferth!?"

"I'm trying to explain - "

"The Queen? The fucking Queen is dead in our village! How can that possibly be explained!?" When Osferth didn't answer, just sat in the wooden chair before the shared hearth of your humble home, you snapped, "Well!?"

"Are you finished? May I speak now?"

With a huff, you nodded and gestured for him to speak; arms crossing around your swollen tits. He explained to you the reason for Haesten's arrival, the wagon his men toted, and why he brought the Queen's dead body to the settlement of Rumcofa. He told you Haesten wanted to keep the peace when King Edward found out, claiming Uhtred's son-in-law, Stiorra's husband, Sigtryggr, had ordered this death - thinking war would surely roll over his lands.

You never knew Haesten to be a generous man, nor much of an honest one, but it seemed the severity of the situation made everyone eerily on-edge. Uhtred dispatched his men; leaving Finan and Osferth in the village with you, developing a plan that would save both Saxon and Danish life. And yet, it was all futile when evil forces worked against good.

You didn't feel safe in Rumcofa anymore, there was a stench in the air; tension that mounted to embrace all residents with discomfort. Something was about to happen, but nobody knew what. You didn't claim or pretend to know what was happening, but Haesten's abrupt appearance spelled danger for everyone involved. So, as a security measure, you kept a long sword buckled around your swelling waist and a dagger strapped under your skirts. With Lord Uhtred gone, there was no invisible fence protecting Rumcofa - leaving it up to you, Osferth, Finan, and Cynleaf to pose as guard.

Yet you'd never be enough.

Like the surf over sand, a group of angered men descended on Rumcofa. "Who's men are yah?" Finan asked, you lingering at Osferth's side to watch the interaction from a short distance.

"We come from the King," a burly Saxon replied, your head cocking in interest - swearing you've seen him before. "Dane murderers are hiding here and you must hand them over."

"You're mistaken, sir," you kindly offered, the man's eyes shifting over you, "because we live in peace. Any murderers have surely moved on from here. We do not host them."

The man growled, "Don't think that's true, love."

Finan held a hand back at you, meeting your eyes and nodding simply. He turned back for the man in fur, diverting, "Of course, my men will attend to it."

Finan turned from the group, his eyes connecting with yours as he passed by. There was urgency, a quickened pace he adopted; having no intention to hand anyone over, wanting to remove these men without bloodshed. However, that was a distant thought because Father Benedict tried to assure the Saxon leader that nobody in Rumcofa would murder Queen Aelflaed.

You wanted to step in when the Saxon evidently didn't know about the Queen's demise - getting in Benedict's face and demanding to see what he spoke of.

"No, no, no," you muttered nervously, "he can't see the body, love, no, no, no, this is bad. Very bad."

"We can't stop Father Benedict without altercation," Osferth whispered back, keeping a tight hold of your hand, just watching the group. "If something happens, you need to get yourself safe."

"How do we truly know they're from Edward? What credentials do they have?" When Osferth shook his head, you worried, "Got a bad feeling 'bout this, angel."

Then the violence began.

The strange men took charge when their leader walked away, starting to physically harass the citizens; making both you and Osferth step in to try and diffuse the tension. You pushed men off unarmed women, got in between them and the children, did what you could without drawing a weapon.

When a man shoved you away from him, Finan wrangled him away, sneering, "Get yer hands off of her!" He kept the violent men at bay for a moment, telling you, "You need to go, darling - "

"Not now, Fin, look around us! We need to contain the situation, you'll need all hands you can get," You snapped, the two of you forced to part way.

Osferth panted nervously and looked left and right, turning to meet the Saxon and demand, "Tell your men to stand down!" But then, his eyes squinted when you joined his side to pull him back a step or two, recognizing him just as you did.

"I don't think they're here for the Queen, love," you heaved for breath in warning, still backing him up. "They've planned this."

"Finan!" Osferth barked, "These men have been here before!"

The Saxon roared over the fray, "Danes of Rumcofa have murdered our Queen!" His men jeered in anger, making Finan brandish both swords and for Osferth to push you back further from the attention. "Do your duty and rid the cockles from the wheat!"

You were left no choice. Osferth and you both armed yourselves, starting to fight off the Saxons as their leader demanded Danes and Christians be separated. You were unable to help, engaged in battle, but Young Uhtred gathered the Danes and begged Father Benedict to declare the church a sanctuary - thinking it would save lives.

It was only leading the Danes to slaughter.

The Saxon, Bresal, punched Father Benedict when he tried to stand in the way; his men holding Young Uhtred in the doorway to let their men enter the church the Danes were gathered in. They forced Young Uhtred to watch the massacre - men, women, and Danish children all slaughtered with no escape. No hope. No answer to a single prayer. Nobody to stop this bloody situation.

You fought on, Osferth, Finan, and Cynleaf doing their best to protect you by keeping you in the middle of their wee group. But you still got plenty of action.

"This is madness!" You cried out, slicing a man's throat open. "We need aid! We need more men!"

"This way!" Finan encouraged, "We must cut a path for Ingrith! Check the docks! Check the docks!"

You and Osferth ran towards the water, Cynleaf not far away. You searched for Ingrith, but you had no time to linger; engaged one-on-one again, forced to protect yourself and unborn baby. Not a minute later, you saw Ingrith on horseback, being stalled by a Saxon and for your husband to rush to her aid. He punched the man away from the horse, you hacking at another enemy, in time to see Osferth engaging with two Saxons - one being the leader, Bresal.

It all happened so fast.

You were already racing towards them when the unexpected. Osferth was battling on two fronts, holding Bresal at bay, fending off the other Saxon, screaming for Ingrith, who only managed a few paces before the Saxon's dogs spooked her horse. The noise was deafening; people screaming, crying, dogs barking, horses whinnying, swords singing as they clashed.

You watched it happen in slow motion.

You sprinted faster than ever before.

"INGRITH!" Osferth bellowed in worry when her horse reared back and dropped her to the dirt. It left an opening for Bresal to stab his dagger into Osferth's lung - freezing time and wrecking your world.

"NO!" You screamed, Bresal smirking at you and yanking his dagger free. Osferth wobbled, eyes wide as he met yours, the Saxon walking away as Osferth dropped to his knees. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Oh, God, no, no, you can't take him - not yet! Please, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no," You repeated, sliding on your knees in the dirt to catch him. "No, no, oh, my God, no, Osferth, no, please! Not now, not now, please, no, God, no! Don't do this! Please, please, please," you rambled, readjusting to better hold him, hearing Cynleaf and Finan yell for Baby Monk, too. You raged at God, "You can't take him yet! You can't have him! He's mine!"

But you heard nothing except your husband's labored breathing.

"An-Angel, angel, my angel," Osferth choked, wheezing and crying as he couldn't hold himself up and completely slumped back into your body. He pawed at your arms in an attempt to get closer.

"No, no, no, you're all right, you're okay, you're okay, my sweet love, you're all right," you insisted, hands stained in his blood as it poured from his wound. You knew it was essential to add pressure to a wound, but also, that this was all futile. Yet you needed to try. "Hey, hey, hey, look at me, just look at me, sweetheart, please, only look at me, nothing else matters," you pleaded with him in a rush, the lads sprinting to where you held your husband to your lap.

Nobody interrupted you.

"Where's the wound?" Osferth sobbed, trembling, blood spurting from his mouth; going paler by the minute. "Angel, please, the wound? Where's the wound?"

"No, no, no, don't worry 'bout that, hey? Don't you worry, you just keep looking at me," you sobbed, holding his neck and cradling him to your swollen belly. "Just at me, my love, okay? Just look at me - don't look anywhere else, okay? Nothing else matters."

"H-How bad? How ba-ba-bad-bad is i-it?"

"You're going to be all right," you lied to Osferth for the first time.

"Oh, my God, oh, my God," Osferth repeated through his tears and fears, "I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die."

He held onto you desperately, sobbing, you slowly rocking. "No, you're all right, Osferth, it's okay, just look at me." You caressed his cheek, smearing blood, but locking eyes. "My love," you whispered, "listen to me - "

"I don't wanna die, please, please, angel, my love, please," he coughed, holding your arm tightly as if it would give him life. "Don't let me die," he wheezed, "don't let me die, my love, please, please. Don't let me die, I don't wanna die. I-I wanna meet our baby, please, I want to meet our baby, I want to be a father. Don't let me die, love, please, I-I wanna be your husband longer - "

"You'll never not be my husband and you'll never not be a father, hear me?" You sniffled, trying to smile at him. "Don't you worry, you're gonna be okay, you're okay, Osferth. You'll always be my husband, nothing will change that - I swear."

Blood pumped with each beat of his frantic heart, making it gush over your fingers. You didn't even feel it.

"Please," he choked, more blood bubbling from his lips, "don't let me die, I don't wanna die. Don't let me die, please, not now, not when our baby isn't here yet, please, I just wanna meet 'em, be a family, I wanna stay with you, don't let me go. Please, don't let me go, I don't want t'go! Don't let me - "

"Shh, it's okay, you're okay. I'm here with you. I'm right here, Osferth, you're not alone, you're never alone. I'm here. I've got you. I'll always have you, I won't ever let you go. Never."

He sobbed harder. "I don't wanna leave you. Please, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna be without you - " But the words choked him, a splatter spraying across your face when he coughed; you didn't even flinch.

"Listen to me," you begged, "I commend you, my dear, sweet husband, to Almighty God, and entrust you to your Creator."

Finan was heard behind you, retching jarring sobs as you read Osferth his death rite prayer. "Don't let me die," Osferth begged still, as if you held that power.

He had always looked at you as if you hung the sun and stars, and now, as if you were his very reason for living. You hated God in that moment for forcing you two through this.

"May you return to Him who formed you from the dust of the earth. May Holy Mary, the angels," now, you choked on your words, emotion clawing your throat, but still continued, "and all the saints come to meet you as you go forth from this life. May Christ who was crucified for you bring you freedom and peace." You sobbed, "May Christ who died for you admit you into His garden of paradise. May Christ, the true Shepherd, acknowledge you as one of His flock. May He forgive all your sins, and set you among those He has chosen. Amen. Please, please, say amen, Osferth, say it, please!"

"A-Amen - Amen!" He coughed, trying to get closer to you, nestling into your warmth as he felt impossibly cold. "Don't leave me, don't leave me, please, please, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna be alone. I can't go without you, please, don't let me go - don't let me die, angel, please, I can't go without you. I-I’ve never been without you my whole life, I don’t wish to start now. I love you. I-I love you, please, don't let me go, I love you. I need you."

"You'll never be without me," you promised, face coated in blood, grime, dirt, and ash; all streaked with your tear tracks. "You will always be my husband, hey? Hear me? You're always gonna be with me, I will never be apart from you. I'll love you forever, Osferth, I won't ever stop." You felt your chest cave in as you sobbed, "Please, don't you leave me - "

But Osferth was wheezing and panting, only staring up at you. "I only need you," he whimpered, "I've only ever needed you, I can't do this without you. Please, I can't - I can't go without you. I don't want to leave you, I can't leave you, please!'

"So don't leave me," you sobbed, him still clawing at you in desperation. "I love you more than life, Osferth, please, don't leave me, okay? Don't go. I love you so much. Being loved by you was my greatest pleasure in this life, I want our child to know your love, too, Osferth, please, don't go."

"I-I wanna meet our baby, I wanna hold 'em, love 'em," he repeated. "Please, this can't be the end, don't let this be the end. W-We have so much more - we were supposed to have eternity together, my love, my angel, please! This isn't the end, I can't - I can't go without you!"

"You're okay," you soothed uselessly, rocking more prominently. "Just stay with me, my love, okay? Stay with me. Don't go. Only look at me, all right? You hear me?" You sniffled, caressing his cheek. "You're the best thing in my life, Osferth, yeah? Understand me? Where you're going, y-you'll be welcomed a hero, with open arms. You'll be my own angel. My real angel. The reason I keep going for our child. An-And you'll stay there just for a little while until I join you, okay? You'll watch over us, me and the baby, right? Our own angel? Hey? 'Cause you'll never be part from us - you'll never be apart from me. You and I are a forever sorta thing, we'll never be apart, we'll always be part of each other no matter what."

Osferth lost his words, eyes widening and pulling you closer.

You just soothed, "I'm here with you, my love. I'm here, I've got you. You're not alone, I'm right here, I have you. I've got you. I love you. I love you so fucking much, Osferth, okay? I love you more than anything, you're my everything. I love you," you sniffled, breaking down in worse sobs, repeating, "I love you, I love you, I love you so much, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry I wasn't faster, I love you, this shouldn't be happening. I'm so sorry, I should've come faster! I love you, I'm so sorry."

With his last breath, Osferth choked, "L-Love y-y-you."

"I love you," you hushed, bending at the waist to rest your forehead on his, "I love you so much. You're gonna be okay, you're gonna be all right, you'll be safe - where you're going, you'll be safe. I'm so sorry, my love... I'm so sorry."

You felt him go still. You felt the last of his breath exhale, his body deflate. You felt his soul detach from his body.

You froze.

"Oh, my God," you breathed, pulling back to look down at his petrified features. "Oh, my God, no, no, no. God, please, please, give him back," you sobbed, "give him back to me! Do not take him! It's not his time, you selfish cunt! Give him back! It wasn't supposed to end like this! Give him back to me, please! Please! This isn't how this was supposed to happen! We promised eternity together, please! Let us have that! Let us be together, give him back to me! I need him!"

Your shrill hysterics were heard all over Rumcofa.

Finan sobbed into his wife's arms behind you, Cynleaf knelt to slowly extend his hand onto your shoulder. "I'm so sorry," he offered, but you pushed him away harshly; knocking him into the dirt.

"No! I don't want your fucking condolences!" You snapped, holding Osferth tighter, "I want my husband! I want my husband back! Can you give him to me? Can you, Cynleaf? Can you give him back to me!?"

"No - "

"Then you have nothing to offer me! I want nothing else, nothing from you! I only want him!" You looked away from the young lad, finding Osferth's wide open eyes staring up at you. You whimpered, "I only need him, so, please. Please, give him back to me. Please. I need him, I need him, I can't do this without him, please, God, don't do this. You take so many lives, why add him to the mix!? Give him back! C'mon," you begged the cooling body, "c'mon, love, get up. Get up for me, please, just wake up. Come back to me, get up... Get up, Osferth, get up! Please! WAKE UP!"

But Osferth never moved. Never blinked. Never drew breath. And God never answered your pleas. Your dress was saturated in your husband's blood; a pooling puddle seeping into your knees, bodice drenched, his baby moving in your belly. You wailed into the still air, holding your husband tight to your chest; mouth agape to release the terrible screams of anguish, tears never ending, rocking on your knees. You didn't know what to feel... But devastation was prominent.

You wept until your throat went raw, jaw tender from your open mouth. "I'm so sorry!" You repeated, "I should've been quicker! I should've been at your side! You shouldn't have been alone! This is my fault! This is all my fault, I shouldn't have been away from you. I should've been with you, you did not deserve this end. Please! Forgive me, wherever you are, forgive me, I did not intend for this, I shouldn't have left you, I should've been at your side, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault, I'm so sorry."

"No," Ingrith whispered, "no, do not say this is your fault, you did nothing - "

"Exactly!" You snapped at her, eyes ablaze, her husband silent. "I did nothing, I wasn't with him! I wasn't where I was supposed to be! And he was stabbed because of you!"

Finan whispered your name in reprimand.

"No! How many times have you rode a fucking horse, Ingrith!? And now, today, the time it truly matters, you fall; you posed distraction," you sobbed, crumpling in on yourself. "He was distracted by your fall... This shouldn't've happened, this is all wrong!"

The trio just watched you, knowing your emotions were raw and unwavering, that your words did not have meaning because your husband had just died in your arms. Hours passed, you did not move. Hours passed, your husband did not return. Hours passed, and your heart shattered with each passing breath you selfishly drew.

Because living felt selfish now without Osferth.

"Sweet one," Finan whispered, the sun setting, "we should move him. Bring him to the church so Benedict can pray."

Your head shook, "No."

"Darlin', we have to - "

"No," you whimpered, "because if you take him to Benedict, it's real. If we move, he's truly gone... He can't be gone, Finan," you sobbed, meeting your friend's eyes. "If you move him, he's gone, I'm not ready to say goodbye, please. Please, don't take him from me."

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, "but he should be laid to rest."

"Don't take him from me," you begged, a new wave of tears starting. "I just - we were supposed to be a family. We were supposed to have this baby, and now, it's just me? This cannot be, so please, don't take him from me, I only need him back. Give him back to me, Finan, please, I can't be without him."

"I know," he nodded, gently encouraging you into his embrace. It meant you had to let go of Osferth, something you did slowly and gradually, leaning into the Irishman's chest. "All right, I got yah," he whispered, looking to his wife. "C'mon, stand with Ingrith. I'll carry him."

"Be gentle," you sobbed, feeling Ingrith grip your arms to help heave you to your feet; watching Finan scoop Osferth over his shoulder. The change of position made more blood splatter to the dirt, your heart stalling in your chest when you heard the mess.

You felt your soul shriveled and hidden somewhere deep in your chest, following as if in a trance. You watched Finan and Cynleaf slowly lower Osferth to the ground with the other dead Danes, feeling yourself drop to the ground in shock.

Seeing Osferth amongst the dead made it so much more real.

"It's all my fault," you sobbed, Finan moving to your side, "it's all my fault, I got him killed. I should've been quicker. This is my fault, my fault, I did this, 's my fault."

Finan knelt beside you, bringing your foreheads together to hold you tightly and let you sob into his embrace. "You didn't do this," he promised, "you did nothing wrong. You are not at fault. Do not carry this guilt."

You sobbed without reprieve.

Young Uhtred halted Father Benedict from praying over the Danes, telling the older man they had different customs, but looked back at you. He asked your name softly, wondering, "Do you wish for a prayer for... Him?"

Even Young Uhtred couldn't stomach the truth, avoiding using Osferth's name out of sheer disbelief.

"That'd be nice," Finan agreed, turning to sit beside you and hold you under his arm. You leaned into his embrace, head to his shoulder. "She read him his death rites when... It happened."

Young Uhtred nodded, bowing his head, leading, "Our Father, Who art in heaven, Hallowed be Thy Name. Thy Kingdom come, Thy Will be done, On earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day, our daily bread, And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil."

Then, you joined from under Finan's heavy arm, sobbing through your words, "Hail Mary, Full of Grace, The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now, and at the hour of our death."

Benedict finished, "Glory Be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end."

Together, you, Ingrith, Young Uhtred, Benedict, Finan, and even Cynleaf ended, "Amen."

Feeling the most level-headed, Ingrith stepped in and directed the men; informing that Young Uhtred should lead the remaining Danes to Daneland, Finan and Cynleaf would meet Uhtred on the road, and she would accompany you to Wessex - where Osferth could be laid to rest at the place of his birth. Then, the people mourned together for their fallen.

Finan disagreed initially, telling his wife you were his responsibility now that Osferth was passed. But there was no way you could continue with the company, not in your pregnant state. Finan didn't like the idea of you being without him, considering you close to a sister; something of a best mate, someone he couldn't turn his back on - no matter the situation. However, he understood the predicament and finally agreed to part ways, but not before he untied Osferth's crucifix and latched it around your neck. At the gates of Rumcofa, before separating, Finan gifted you his rosary; thinking it might bring comfort in his physical absence.

Years from then, you would bring up a single son named Gabriel (a name your husband favored, a name benefitting an Angel) under Lord Uhtred in his birthplace of Bebbanburg. You never remarried. You never even so much as looked after another man with lust. Gabriel would grow into a handsome warrior and a devoted man of God, satisfied on tales about his father; being painted as a man of honor, integrity, and bravery. Osferth, too, was a man of God, a man of the sword, and a man of his word... Until the very end. And when your time came, you were brought back to Wessex to be laid to rest with your husband; your son having a son, naming him Osferth, and knowing, both his parents shined down on him in pride.

It was a comfort for everyone to know, somewhere in the afterlife, in God's warmth, you and Osferth were reunited; looking just as you did the day you parted from one another.

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norrisleclercf1 · 9 months

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Mafia!Lance Stroll Headcannons

Warnings: Fake dating, you're an escort, Lance pays you to date him, wants his dad off his back about forming an alliance

A/N: Let's get it took me a while to find a plot but I did

good money, good money, you'd never have to work again money

your Madam handed you the contract as you sat in her office

Stroll

you knew that name, everyone in Canada did

The Stroll family, the largest, richest, most powerful

family in Canada that ruled it with an iron fist

you scuff throwing it on her desk saying no

no way would you go out with the leader of such an awful

family

your Madam chuckles, taking off her glasses and tells you it's

the son

you hate the way you second guess

you'd seen what the infamous Lance Stroll looked like

picture in the media once in a while

he screamed daddies money, but also had this soft edge to him

seeing your hesitation she knows she's got you

tells you that you'll be meeting him for dinner to get to know

one another

she refuses to tell you why he needs an escort, that he could

just looks at one and they'd gladly do whatever he wanted

arriving to the place you curse your heels hating them

they're new and started to dig into your skin

the door opens, a young man stepping out

He's wearing black dress pants with a silk royal blue shirt

the first 2 buttons undone

When the male looks up, you instantly know him

Lance Stroll

taking a deep breath you place that mask on perfectly

You say his name, drawing his attention you move to

plaster yourself to his side but he steps back

tells you that he doesn't need you to do that

escorts you into the restaurant to the back where a private area is

set up for the two of you

sitting down he gets right to business letting you know why

you are needed

faking dating

his father was starting to push marriage onto him and he needed

a way to stop it and that his brother in law gave him the idea

that dinner was 2 years ago

2 years of fake dates that started to feel real

fake touching that became private and reserved for the two of you

fake kisses that actually took your breath away

except that was all it was, fake

you still did your job going on smaller scales to make money

Lance hated it

he was paying you good money why'd you still need to escort

you scuff telling him this was fake and while he was paying you

when this ended you would need this job

It always leaves a bad taste in Lance's mouth

this relationship kept his father at bay not mentioning the

marriage contracts again

tonight was a family dinner one who've done a thousand times

yet the two of you were left unaware of the guests and who'd

be joining the dinner tonight

Lance's breath was taken away seeing you

wearing this gorgeous emerald dress, his favorite color

a set of emerald earrings and necklace adored your skin

he had bought you those jewels

Adjusting his pants he has calm him down

Lance couldn't help it, he always loved seeing you wear

what he bought you especially with how gorgeous

you made the pieces

noticing the movement your red wine lips tip up

you tease that you'll take care of that later

arriving to the dinner Lawerence meets you at the door

Kissing both cheeks and then hugging his son he ushers

you to the dinner table

Lance and his father talk, stepping into the room you freeze

coming face to face with a client you've been out with

multiple times but stopped when you noticed that he knew Lance

Lawerence clocks the reaction immediately but chooses not to

mention it

your stiff the entire dinner, waiting for the other shoe to drop

but it never does until dessert

Lawerence is the one who brings it up about how your client

keeps giving you these looks, he fakes the image

of a worried father, that his son's woman was being eyed like meat

Lance tells his father it's fine but he ignores Lance's words

The client just laughs saying he does know you but it's a secret

the man winks, you feel your stomach twist in knots

Lance's hand molding with yours squeezes it

Rage is forming Lance's usually indifferent face

it scared you how easily he could flip

Lawerence hums saying you probably knew each other since

your an escort

the sound of silverware on china stops, eyes moving to you

Lance licks his lips, cranes his neck ands sits back in his chair

Lawerence asks if he is wrong the air in the room changing

it was no longer relaxed, but a spoon could cut the tension

dropping your head you whisper that he's not wrong

He asks you if his son is a client as well and that he hopes

he pays his whore well

Lance slams a hand on the table furious at his father calling you that

Defends you, but you just settle a hand on his back

you whisper that you're leaving

Lance tries to follow you but men in black swarm him

refusing to answer his calls, texts, even knock on your door

fed up one day you rip the door open, ready to yell

but you snap your mouth shut seeing the large frame

of Lawerence Stroll standing in your doorway

Asks if you'll invite him which you do

slaps an envelope of money on the table

telling you that you need to disappear and never return

he slides a black box to you

you hate the joy and hope bubbling in your chest

tells you that you can marry Lance

that you had...tainted him for prospects of marriage

you can't help the laugh that escapes about you tainting Lance

he was long tainted before you bedded him

Lawerence watches as you grab the box, flipping it open

it was gorgeous

a small round emerald with tiny little diamonds around it

making the jewel look like a flower on your finger

Lawerence shakes his head and nods at a guard at your door

Lance stands there, eyes and hair wild looking like he hasn't

slept

Neither of you care for the audience as you launch yourselves

at one another

Lance has a few tears escape but hides them as he buries his

face in your neck

whispers how much he loves you as he holds you close

Lawerence might not approve of your relationship

but this one was one that Lance chose

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ynbabe · 2 months

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Party all night- Lance Stroll x Partygirl! Reader

Am I perhaps obsessed with this vibe? Yes, will I maybe turn this into a series for all the drivers? idk yall tell me 🫣

as always comments and requests are always welcome!!

People don't always like Lance but they definitely don't like his party girl girlfriend.

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f1behindts Lance Stroll was seen with his girlfriend in the clubs of London before the start of the 2024 season

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username bro how is he with someone like her...

username shes literally making him smoke doesn't she know how bad that is for F1 drivers?

babeitsy/nl/n girl he had a lollipop in his mouth 😭 I love my vroom vroom man very much yourbsf1 idk why yall think we can make this man do shit. he's soooo stubborn

lancestroll ❤️

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babeitsy/nl/n me and @/yourbsf1 with @/fernandoalofficial

babeitsy/nl/n finally met the man the myth the legend, thanks babe!!

lancestroll could not get her to stop giggling, this old man stole my girlfriend fernandoalofficial it was good to meet you, your a lucky man lancito

yourbsf1 came in uniform for this moment 🫡

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username girl he's not gonna pick you, why dont you let that girl live

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lancestroll

lancestroll to the best girlfriend, I'll love you even when you drag me to clubs at 3 at night and your friends keep stealing my coffee. I don't care what others say you're the love of my life.

babeitsy/nl/n aww baby i love you 🥹

lancestroll love you too babe

yourbsf2 the call-out was unnecessary but I'll allow it cause this is sweet

username he really said fuck yall i love my girl

username the way y'all were dogging on her, now what??

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saintslewis · 3 months

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❝ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ❞

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 - 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!oc

summary: we’re still in america 🗣️ . let’s party with nadia, shall we?

warnings: outfit descriptions, cussing, social media environment, slight jealousy, typos, links to tag are down below and let me know if you want to be tagged in this series!

saint’s team radio 🎀: let’s not talk about how long overdue this chapter is, okay? 🫶🏽 hope you guys enjoy and i hope y’all missed Lewdia as much as i did!

pls like, comment and reblog!

fc: @/unclewaffles_ on ig!

pic cred: pinterest. dividers: @cafekitsune

With the jingle of the house keys, the pair laughed into the night as Nadia carried her heeled boots in her hand. Lewis held onto her as she was on his back, his kind self offering to carry her since they left the arena.

"Out of all the songs they could've used, why'd they choose old school Drake when we showed up on the jumbotron?" She chuckled, removing the last of her tears of laughter with her thumb. "Nah, I'm still on the baby who wouldn't let go of you during halftime. Your jewellery was like the most interesting toy ever." He smiled at the memory, someone randomly handing Nadia their baby and started taking pictures.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to that many cameras around me. The kids back at work are gonna have so much to say.” She admitted, watching the large front door open up and the entry hall greeted them. Nadia tapped his shoulder and he took that as sign to let her get on the ground. “Thank you for the piggy back ride, Sir.” She smiled and turned on her secret sock covered heel to enter the house.

He’ll never admit how much he loves when she calls him sir. Maybe one day he will, maybe he won’t.

Although sad that Roscoe wasn’t there to greet them due to him getting to be with his other dog friends, Nadia pushed that to the back of her mind and thought of her Gucci sandals for the comfort of her feet. “If we ever go anywhere where you know i’ll be cheering, please remind me to take my sandals with me.” She said out loud, slowly heading upstairs when an idea popped into her head.

The night was barely over and ending it so awkwardly didn’t sit well with Nadia.

“I have a feeling that you’re plotting something.” He stated, standing still waiting to hear what she could possibly come up with.

“Would you be up for ice cream right now?” She smiled while turning around to face him from the bottom stairs.

“At this time? Wouldn’t most shops be closed by now?” Lewis asked, confused by the idea but he knew he didn’t want to decline it.

“We could take a drive to find out,” The smile on her face was mischievous. “The night is way too young for us to come back from a game and sit in the house in silence.” She continued.

After a beat of silence, he had made his decision. “Let’s go change and you’re driving.” Lewis gave in. He felt it was right to let Nadia lead such activities, getting her used to such a busy lifestyle.

She walked out of the guest room with a basic athle-leisure romper and the same simple gold jewellery from earlier and her uggs were hugging her feet. “Hey Lew? Do you have a hoodie I could borrow?” She called out as she reached his room door that wasn’t closed all the way. Although not answering her, he walked out with a hoodie that smelled exactly like him, seemingly from Dior. Only written “CD” on the top left of the hoodie and just like she preferred all her hoodies, it was oversized.

“Dior? Are you crazy? I could stain this.”

“We have a laundry room downstairs, Nads. I could always buy another one and the whole store for you.” He slightly smirked.

“If that’s not the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.” She jokingly put her hand on her chest and they burst into laughter a few seconds after.

Sitting in the almost empty ice cream shop, Sweet Oasis, the two were on their second sugarcone bowl of their respective ice cream flavours. Nadia with cookies and cream and Lewis with vegan vanilla. The first round of desserts were deemed free by the all too excited cashier who was a big fan of Lewis.

“So in hindsight, Mission 44 is to help uplift the youth into STEM spaces including f1. Man, that’s so cool and to hear it growing so fast makes me feel proud.” Nadia nodded as she played around with her ice cream.

“Thank you, I really want to expand even further in different countries such as Brazil and surprise surprise, South Africa.” He chuckled at her face once mentioning her country of origin. “You’re already in my good books, Sir. Once you meet my friends and Rea then maybe you’ll be in the top five.” Nadia smiled, biting down on the wooden spoon.

“What are your friends like? Feel like I have to prep myself to meet them.” Lewis joked by moving his shoulders around. “They’re really cool and incredibly funny. They tried their best to make me famous but looks like I did that all by myself.” She teased.

Taking another bite of the ice cream, she spoke again. “The boys will try and intimidate you, especially Chunks and Filly. The girls will be welcoming, just always bring chocolate with you.” Nadia informed him, smiling at the thought of her friends.

“Then Rea is like my child although she’s my cousin. She’s gonna stay with my mom while she finishes year 12 but I think I might just take her in, I miss her too much.” She said, not wanting to let him know all about the tension with her mom just yet.

Looking at the McLaren that Nadia drove to the ice cream shop, Lewis could tell that she wanted to switch topics because of the tone in her voice and her completely avoiding eye contact with him.

“Do you want to talk about something else?” He asked and all she did was nod. She mouthed a thank you to him afterwards, feeling herself become safe with him. “So we’ve got quite the week ahead of us. Rhode, Hailey Bieber’s skin company, is hosting a party and we were invited.” He spoke.

“You wanna give me a heart attack or something, dude? I’m gon’ be around the Biebers? I still haven’t recovered from Beyoncé!” She replied, whispering the last words to him so that the few people around them wouldn’t be able to hear them.

He grinned at her reaction, her dramatic excitement along with her smile that she would always try hide would always make him feel something in his heart. He didn’t want to think that far. Lewis wouldn’t allow himself to think that far.

“Then the big news that Tia shouted at me to tell you is that we’re going to a Versace event in Cannes on Tuesday I think. Then it’s the Monaco gp which is a spectacle on its own.” He informed then chuckled at her putting her head in her hands.

“Your surprises are going to send me to the hospital one day, what do you mean Versace? That’s like a lifelong dream for me, dude.” She expressed, not sure whether to feel excited about experiencing all of these things or terrified for the busy schedule.

Finishing the last of his ice cream, he pushed the cup to the side and held out both his hands towards Nadia. Taking the sign to put her hands in his, he held them tightly. “Are we bout to pray right now? It’s a little too late for that, the ice cream’s done.” Nadia joked, looking i between their hands and his face.

“Nads.” Lewis started. “Sorry, serious stuff now.” The man couldn’t resist the smile on his face as she joked around, revealing more of her personality to him.

“My life gets incredibly busy, even I get exhausted. So, you don’t have to be everywhere with me. It would be cool to see how you do things while we’re at all these events but you need your time to yourself, y’know?” He continued.

Nodding her head, she spoke up. “Yeah no, I get you. It’ll take some time to get used to everything and I don’t mind the travelling, you’re cool to be…around. Pookie, we gotta go.” Nadia’s eyes were concentrated on whatever was going on behind Lewis.

“Don’t look back, they’ll know we’re watching them. Let’s just get up and go to the car.” Nadia said, still holding his hands and she put on a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

And as she said, the pair stood up and threw away their trash, saying goodbye to the worker whilst ignoring the flashes from the large window shops. She lifted her hood before walking out the door that Lewis opened for her and the flashes tripled. Looking at her husband, he already had his sunglasses on and dug in his pocket to give her the car keys.

Once in the McLaren, the car front was surrounded by the paparazzi but the tinted windshield gave them a little bit of privacy. In the driver’s seat, Nadia took out her phone and connected her phone to the car after igniting the engine. “Have you heard of Amapiano?” She asked him, watching him get comfortable being the passenger.

“Uh, kinda. Why?”

“Wanna take a lil drive and listen to it?” And there was her mischievous smile once again. Before he could get his answer out, different beats started playing until the beat started to flow and the artist started singing in a different language that Nadia clearly knew very well.

Rolling down the windows a bit, she reversed the supercar and drove off, leaving the paparazzi speechless.

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loriharvey i’m actually obsessed with you, i can’t wait to meet you

nadiahamilton i’m too excited

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user blasting amapiano at night while driving to you is cool?

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user it’s still weird that you guys are here praising a woman who spawned out of nowhere

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lewishamilton that’s what i’m there for!

beyonce 💗

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nadiahamilton i willllll, i’m just doing stuff with my husband 😝

chunkz tell him to come back as well 🫵🏽

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chunkz ay big ups brotha, the champion 🙏🏽

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user does anyone know if she’s got a studio for styling??

user i actually don’t know if she does

centralcee not yet, she works through emails and shit

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user WHAT’S THE BEEF? THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING

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“How do you do that? So easily too?” Lewis questioned as he read through her instagram comments. The way she casually spoke to everyone as if they were long time friends was absolutely fascinating to watch.

“It’s a technique I learned from my kids. I always want them to be comfortable in class especially when it’s a tough topic like post-Renaissance.” She shrugged her shoulders like it was nothing and continued to fluff her hair a bit more.

The two, coincidentally, were matching in colours. Nadia’s corset wasn’t too tight but it complimented her jewellery and she felt comfortable wearing such short shorts because the high top Rick Owen sneakers were just the right fit. Her Dior saddle bag sat next to her as they rode in the back of the Escalade.

And of course, they were both wearing their grillz.

“Thank you for introducing me to Amapiano fully. I can’t get any of the songs out of my head.” He said, constantly bouncing his hands on his legs to whatever beat he was thinking of. “It’s addictive! I told you, sthandwa.” She smiled softly but didn’t see him whip his head towards her.

“…What?”

“Oh! It’s a term of endearment from South Africa, it means ‘love’ then sthandwa sami is like my love. Just like how you brits say love.” Nadia explained. Lewis definitely heard everything she said but he was hooked on how she said it. If he thought that hearing songs with her native language was addictive, he could most definitely get used to hearing her speak it.

“Just to clarify, it’s Zulu. Whereas in Sotho, it’s something completely different. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you so that you don’t fuck up when we go to sa.” She chuckled but then stopped in her tracks.

“That’s if we do ever visit, don’t want to be too forward.”

“Of course we’re going to South Africa, are you kidding? I feel like I’ve just discovered a whole new world.” Lewis assured, basically jumping in excitement.

“What have I created?” Nadia joked to herself.

Although she knew that this was Hailey’s event and she knew that it was going to be full, Nadia didn’t expect it to be this full.

Leaning into Lewis as they walked through the crowd of paparazzi and hired photographers, she turned to him a little more. “I feel severely underdressed with my sneakers.” She worried. “You look amazing though, your feet are still not fully healed from yesterday right?” Lewis asked as discreet as possible.

“I mean I knew damn that I wasn’t going to wear heels because of yesterday.” She replied, waving to the photographer calling her and Lewis’ name. All of this was very weird. It felt weird to just be called by paparazzi.

“Exactly, so you’re cool. As long as you feel comfortable and you feel good, then I’m good.” He reassured her.

Before she could answer, they had reached the door and there was a girl standing with cocktails on the tray she was holding. They thanked her but politely declined to it and entered and the atmosphere inside was lively.

The colour scheme for Rhode was beige and other earthy colours which fit the aesthetic perfectly of the decor of the event. Sow r&b music was playing quite loudly while everyone in attendance was talking amongst themselves. As soon as her and Lewis stepped foot inside, many people’s attention went to him and Nadia.

Squeezing his hand a bit tighter, Nadia and Lewis made eye contact and he slightly relaxed because she looked calm but obviously a little nervous.

“Oh my God! The Hamiltons are here!” Someone shouted in a singsong voice and as Nadia was trying to identify who was that, Hailey Bieber and Lori Harvey appeared right in front of them with the the biggest smile on their faces. “Oh my goodness, welcome to Rhode! I’m so excited to see you guys and,” Hailey gasped as she took a look at Nadia.

“Nadia! You’re so beautiful, whoa. Where are my manners? I’m Hailey!” “And I’m Lori and girl, I was serious when I said i’m obsessed with you.” They introduced themselves and their smiles were damn near blinding. “It’s nice to meet you guys, this is exciting.” She smiled, grateful that they couldn’t see how nervous she was.

“Okay okay so let’s go take pictures now then I’ll introduce the products then we party!” Hailey said all too enthusiastically. In all of this, Lewis watched as Nadia interact so gracefully with the same people she was nervous to meet and he couldn’t help but feel proud of her and how she handled everything.

After taking photos with everyone and meeting Justine who damn near fainted at seeing Nadia in front of her, they were seated on their own little table just like everyone and were served hors d’oeuvres during the presentation of the skincare brand.

“How are you feeling?” Lewis leaned in and whispered as one of the products were being shown.

“I’m good, feeling much better. Wasn’t expecting so much love from the girls today.” She leaned over to him as well, careful to not make a noise for other guests.

“I knew they’d love you. And maybe you work with them in the future?” He mentioned, noticing her head resting on his shoulder so he moved a little closer where she could be more comfortable.

“When I get my own studio or truly advertise myself to such a crowd.” She replied. He nodded and she felt it, making her smile a little. “I have the strongest of feelings that there’s an after party when this is all done.” Nadia said, slightly lifting her head to look around the crowd that looked it was ready to party.

“Yup, it’s at their house. It’s like 5 minutes away from home so whenever you want to leave, we can.” And there go the butterflies in her stomach.

Walking into the Bieber’s home and seeing how it came alive, Nadia felt like she was in a movie. People who she always thought she would be lucky to see in person were introducing themselves to her and greeted her husband with the most excitement she’s ever seen.

After ‘settling in’ and finding a designated sitting spot to come back to from the dance floor, Nadia could be seen having the time of her life singing lyrics to the group of girls she met earlier including Jordyn Woods. The music shifted from hiphop to Afrobeats and the energy in the whole room was ignited.

Random people that she didn’t know started partying with her and hyped her up after each song. Once Amapiano started rolling in, all eyes were on her as she was dancing but didn’t want to use all her energy. With only a shot in her system, she started feeling rather thirsty and knew that it was time to go sit with her.

As she walked towards their table, she watched as Lewis danced in his seat at the song she was playing earlier in the day. “Now I have to take you to SA. Look at you shimmying.” She laughed as she flicked her hair back and sat next to him on the couch.

“Look at me? You were the party! Miles calls you Ms Party.” He laughed as Nadia saw where he pointed at and there was Miles and Amara but her eyes were closed. “Miles! Hey, damn it’s like i haven’t seen you in forever!” She greeted, opening the water bottle that Lewis saved for her. “And what’s up with Amara? Is she good?”

“I just got here with Amara and she ate two edibles on the way so she’s sleepy.” He smiled, not moving much as Amara was laying on him. “And Abel says hi.” Lewis said, tapping Nadia’s shoulder to catch his attention.

“Abel? As in Abel ‘The Weeknd’?” Nadia asked, gulping her water down as soon as she realised. All Lewis did was nod and just smile at her, their faces quite close already.

“Damn. Let me go find Justine, she got chocolate for me somewhere-” Nadia’s sentence was cut off short because she stood up and bumped into someone. She was still close to the table so she held onto the small table for balance.

Looking up, she saw a tall white man with a very obnoxious smile and recognised his face to be Jack Harlow. “Oh damn, I’m sorry, Ma. I really should watch where I’m going.” Jack apologised, reaching for her left hand and held it in her hand to hold in between his hands.

With her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes watching this man’s actions, she didn’t bother to answer him. “Don’t you feel the ring on my hand?” She fired at him with all lifted brow.

“You’ve got rings all over your hands and by the way, they’re quite soft, damn.” He straightened up his posture to feel on her hand even more. “What’s your name, Ma?” Jack asked with a dopey smile.

Feeling a hand circle her entire waist, she felt her body being pulled down and landed on something that didn’t feel like the couch. Looking down, Nadia was sat on Lewis’ lap. His lap and his hand was still on her waist quite securely.

“Go on, say your name love. He wants to know.” Lewis’ husky voice traveled through your ears and brought chills down your spine.

“Nadia Hamilton.” She managed to get out, shimmying her hand out of Jack’s hold to formally shake his hand. The white man’s face dropped at the sight in front of him. He really tried to flirt with a legendary f1 driver’s wife.

All Jack could muster up the strength to do was nod. “I’ll catch y’all later, it was nice meeting you guys.” He pursed his lips together and walked away.

Turning her head towards Lewis’ face, she resisted the urge to smirk. Deciding to be a little messy, she made herself comfortable on his lap and moved a bit, feeling an even tighter squeeze on her waist.

“You’re gonna be jealous of a lil white boy?” She teased but his smirk could not be wiped off his face. “Never that, Mrs Hamilton.” He responded, knowing he succeeded because she looked away as she was blushing.

“I’m so happy I was awake to see that.” Amara whispered to Miles as they watched their friends catch feelings for each other in real time.

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user i wish i was an influencer rn

kehlani what can one do to party with you

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kehlani already got the tickets 😝

fencer MISS PARTY 🗣️🗣️

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jordynwoods i’ve already got my bags PACKED

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user HOW DOES HE KNOW ZULU???

user he’s got a Zulu wife bro

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SAY DON'T GO.

✧.* "Why'd you have to make me want you? Why'd you have to give me nothin' back? Why'd you have to make me love you? I said, "I love you", you say nothin' back."

pairing. ellie williams x f!reader summary. ellie confesses her feelings for her best friend. it doesn't go as hoped. based on say don't go by taylor swift. warning. angst!! with plans for a happy ending depending on if you guys want a part 2. w.c. 2400.

It's cold in Jackson.

You tug the sleeves of your sweater starchly over your fingertips, fighting to ignore the chill that whips at your cheeks as you cross your arms beneath your chest.

The Tipsy Bison looms ahead of you, an amber glow pouring from the windows and into the empty, snow-ridden street.

Rocking on the balls of your feet, you deliberate whether or not you should run back to your place and change. It's a bit of a walk, and the thin layer of snow piling at your feet makes it less than ideal, but it beats catching frostbite.

Who wears a skirt in December?

You're about to make a break for it when — before you can even register her presence — a slender pair of hands drapes a jacket across your shoulders.

"You look pretty," the owner of the hands says. "Nice skirt."

A familiar warmth spreads to your cheeks as Ellie steps into your line of sight. Unlike you, she's dressed for the weather in a casual grey hoodie and winter boots, her signature green parka now hanging from your shoulders.

Warm breath hits your face as Ellie leans forward and pulls the jacket tighter across your figure.

Her hair's pulled back into a low bun, and something twists in your chest as your eyes take in her freckled features, latching onto where they're dusted pink from the cold.

You tug a lip between your teeth, choosing to ignore the fuzzy feeling that's become intrinsically linked with Ellie's presence.

Cute, you think.

"It's Dina's," you say, eyebrows scrunching together. "I'm cold as shit, though. I feel stupid."

A wolf-whistle resounds from Ellie's lips.

"Well thank you, Dina," she sing-songs, her voice low. You grow hot under her gaze, belly swirling as those green eyes take you in. "It'll be warmer inside. Keep the jacket, though."

"Are you sure? I feel bad."

"Angel, don't," Ellie says conclusively, waving a hand. "It looks better on you than it does me anyway."

Her mouth quirks to the side, a smirk playing at her lips as she tucks loose hair behind your ear.

You open your mouth to protest, but she's already reaching for your hand and dragging you inside.

In the midst of an apocalypse, the Tipsy Bison is alive and well.

It thrums with life, the citizens of Jackson all gathering in what Maria has called "a celebration of years of peaceful occupation".

Or, as Jesse liked to call it, a "Hey, we're still not dead!" party.

"You made it!" Dina exclaims, eyes bright as you join her and Jesse at the bar. Jesse greets the both of you with a simple salute as Dina moves to hug Ellie first, then you, firm hands settling on your cloaked shoulders. "And you look amazing."

She eyes the skirt, and you feel a little self-conscious as the group's attention falls on your outfit. "Right, Ellie?"

Her tone is conspiratorially light as she looks pointedly at the auburn-haired girl, something unspoken transpiring between the two of them. Ellie looks away, scratches at her neck.

You stare at the floor, hoping that if you look hard enough it'll swallow you whole and save you the embarrassment of whatever they're currently thinking about you.

Jesse raises his brows at his girlfriend, who gives him the kind of look that says "What?" and rolls her eyes, turning to face you instead.

"So," Dina says, leaning against the bar. "What's new? How's everything going with the garden?"

You almost sigh, grateful for the chance to speak about something other than your choice of attire. You launch into a discussion about Jackson's community garden, a project you'd been overseeing for the last month or so.

Sometime between discussing the tomato shortage and unearthing the details of the temporary caterpillar problem, Ellie pulls you against her, pressing your back to her front.

She casually rests her hands on either side of your waist, thumbs rubbing hypnotic circles against your hips.

It's around this time that you forget how to talk.

You know, consciously, that you're still speaking. And you know those words must be making some kind of sense, because Dina is nodding and Jesse's making quips, but none of it registers over the roar of blood rushing to your ears.

There's this other thing, too. The thing you shove down as you squeeze your thighs shut, trying to dull an ache you don't fully understand. Not yet, anyway.

"So, yeah," you cough, bringing the story to halt. "That's about it."

After another couple minutes of mindless chatter, Dina and Jesse take to the dancefloor, and you're left alone with Ellie.

Her voice is a low murmur against the shell of your ear.

"You okay, angel?"

Angel.

"Uh, yeah," you say, pulling out of her grip. "Just hot, I think. Is it just me or is it, like, really warm in here?"

It's almost comical how quickly you strip out of her jacket, flinging it across one of the stools. You turn to face her, hoping the heat in your cheeks doesn't flare as much as it burns.

The corner of Ellie's lip quirks downward at the loss of contact, eyebrows cinching together. She reaches to bring you back to her, but you're already moving backward.

"I think I'm gonna go dance," you say before she can get a word in edgewise.

You make for the dancefloor, desperate to quieten the roaring in your ears.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Older music blares from the overhead speakers, a song you recognise pouring into the venue. You let the beat carry your movements and join the pulse of bodies moving in time with the music.

"Mind if I join you?" a voice asks from behind you.

You turn, immediately faced with a boy about your age.

"Max!" you exclaim, drawing him into a hug. You recognise him instantly as the person you'd been partnered with for stables duties last spring, right before he'd switched assignments. "Hey, how are you?"

Max flashes you a toothy grin. "I'm great. Not as great as you, though. You look... wow."

He raises a hand, gesturing to your outfit.

"It's just a skirt," you say dismissively. "And this is probably the last time I'll wear one of these, anyway. Too much attention."

"I'm sure."

You blink at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean that you've got to know how beautiful you are. It makes sense you're getting a little attention."

"That's sweet but..." you laugh, awkwardly. "I don't really get much attention from anyone, really. I was referring to my friends."

Max quirks a brow. "Well you've got to know why that is."

You tilt your head, not quite getting it.

"Come on," Max says, shaking his head. "It's obvious."

His gaze shifts, and you follow his line of sight to where Ellie is standing at the bar. She's staring at you, hard. Something unreadable flickers in her eyes, her jaw set as she looks straight ahead.

You look away quickly.

Shaking your head, you ask: "Ellie? What does she have to do with anything?"

"Wow. Don't tell me you're that oblivious."

"Oblivious to..."

"Everyone thinks the two of you are together."

You pause. "What? No, we're just friends."

Max laughs, almost meanly. "You sure about that? The girl's attached to you like an extra limb."

"I'm her best friend," you reiterate.

Max didn't get it — Ellie had lost a lot of people she really cared about.

She didn't like to talk about life pre-Jackson that much, but it made sense to you that she'd be a little clingy after going through something like that.

"Sorry, sorry," Max says, raising his hands in defense. "I don't mean to pry. I'm just saying that's probably why everyone steers clear. I mean, she can be pretty scary."

"Ellie's harmless," you say, your words unconvincing to your own ears.

You recall her eyes burning holes into the two of you.

She can be pretty scary.

"So, a couple of us are heading out," Max says, changing the subject. "A buddy of mine found an abandoned park a little way's out. Might shoot up some infected and hang out for a while. Interested?"

You nod. It sounds exactly like the type of thing you're very much not interested in, to be honest.

You glance over to the bar, catching Ellie's intense gaze, and feel a pit of anxiety form in your stomach.

"Yeah," you say, slowly. "I'll be there. Just let me say bye to my friends."

He grins as you excuse yourself and walk over to where Ellie is standing.

"I'm heading out," you say as you approach her. "Max invited me to go with him and some others outside of town for a little while."

Ellie's brows scrunch together. "What?"

"Yeah, we're thinking of, uhm, shooting up some infected and hanging out at the park—"

"Not happening."

You frown. "Excuse me?"

Ellie rolls her eyes, scoffing. "Not fucking happening."

"I don't remember asking your permission?"

"Are you stupid?" She asks, tone harsh. "You think Maria would sign off on something like this?"

"Since when do you care about what Maria signs off on? She's distracted with the party, anyway."

"I care that you're putting yourself in danger," Ellie huffs. "You call me to come take care of it when there's a spider in your room. You can't handle infected."

"I'll be with Max and his friends," you say firmly. "They're all on patrol."

Ellie's laugh is forced. "Yeah, because Max and his dickhead friends are going to protect you. First sign of a bloater and they're running to save their own asses."

You open your mouth to protest, but she's quick to cut you off.

"I'm coming with you," she says. "Let me get my gun."

Max's voice rings in your ears.

The girl's attached to you like an extra limb.

"I don't think that's a good idea," you say, quietly.

Something flashes in Ellie's eyes. Confusion, at first. Then hurt.

You suddenly feel like an asshole.

You want to reach out and smooth the crease in her brows, tell her you're sorry — even if you aren't quite sure what for.

Ellie's gaze flickers between you and the crowd. "So this is about him, then."

Him. She says it like it burns.

You don't know what game you're playing anymore. You don't care about Max, you never have.

But when you're around Ellie, everything's too much — too hot, too fucking intense, too saturated — and you don't know what it means, or how to turn it off.

I'm her best friend.

It makes you feel like shit.

So, you nod.

"Yeah," you say, against your better judgement. "I was thinking it'd be nice to get to know him a little. One on one."

"Right."

Silence.

"Is that okay?"

Music bleats from the speakers. For a second, Ellie doesn't say anything.

And then: "Don't."

You look up, dragging your eyes away from their fixation on the hardwood floor.

"Don't go. Please."

She says the words like they're hard to get out. Painful, even.

"Ellie," you say, softly. "I'll be safe."

"It's not that. Not just that, I mean."

You stare at her, but she isn't looking back, too busy picking dutifully at the peeling skin on her fingers.

You resist the urge to reach forward and close your hands around her own to get her to stop.

"Then what is it?"

Ellie's inhale is shaky. "I didn't want to... at least not like this... fuck, this is awkward."

The song on the speakers changes to an 80s number you recognise from Joel's CD collection. It draws Ellie from her thoughts, makes her huff with frustration.

You take her hand, dragging her outside and onto the porch. It's quieter here, but you'd forgotten how cold it was, wincing as it immediately bites at your cheeks.

You cross your arms over your chest and look at Ellie, who lets out a strained: "Look... angel, you've gotta know how I feel about you."

Not what you'd been expecting.

"How you... feel about me?"

"Yeah." Ellie walks over to the wooden banister, her green eyes reluctantly meeting yours as you come up beside her.

"I don't get it," you say, puzzled.

Ellie's voice is barely above a whisper. "You're really gonna make me say it, huh?"

She braces herself, rests both hands against the banister. Another shaky breath.

"I... fucking hell." She runs a hand across her face. "I love you."

"I love you too? What does that—"

"No," Ellie says, cutting you off. Her hand hangs in the air between you. "Not just... not just as a friend."

Oh. Oh.

Her confession settles between you like fallen snow. Heavy, thick.

Cold.

Ellie leans forward, green eyes searching yours. "Wait, you seriously didn't know?"

I love you. Not just as a friend.

You shake your head. None of this makes any sense.

"You never...there was no indication—"

"No indication? Angel, I gave you my jacket."

"Okay, but that doesn't necessarily mean—"

"Whenever you come over, I let you sleep in my bed—"

"I thought you were just cold—"

"I call you angel, for fuck's sake—"

"I thought you called everyone angel."

Ellie looks at you, incredulous. "Have you ever heard me call Dina 'angel'?"

"No, but—"

"What about Jesse? Have you ever seen me cuddling Jesse?"

"We're best friends!" you exclaim. "That's what best friends do!"

It's like a tap has been opened, the words flooding out of you in a rush. This was all too much, too soon.

Ellie didn't love you.

She couldn't.

Silence.

"Is that... what we are to you?" Ellie asks, the crack in her voice betraying her.

Your words are soft, tentative.

"I don't know how to be anything else."

At that moment, the doors to the Tipsy Bison swing open. Max walks out of the bar, his friends flanking him from both sides. He sidles up to you, swings a hefty arm across your shoulders.

"You ready to go?" He asks, a wide smile plastered across his red face. The smell of nicotine washes over you as he talks.

I love you. Not just as a friend.

You nod, and Ellie's face falls.

"Great!" Max exclaims. "See you around, Ellie."

And then he leads you by the shoulders, pulling you away from the one real thing you've ever known, a crestfallen Ellie watching from the porch.

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Roger's Wicked Birthday - 1st -

The story's in his POV. As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Nsfw. Awkwardly translated smut.

They say that something predestined, something that cannot be changed or avoided, is called fate.

Being born male, female, or otherwise.

Where and when you were born, how long you'll live and when you'll die, all of these seem to be predetermined.

I've always been looking for a way to fight against all of that.

Roger: Hey, Jude. Cut back on those cigarettes. You don't know when those lungs of yours will fail.

Jude: Quit yer yappin'. Are ya my mom or somethin'?

Roger: Don't remember givin' birth to an arrogant, swearing bastard like you.

As I walk away after finishing up Jude's regular check up, my ears pick up the hustle and bustle of the dining room.

Roger: Huh? They're bein' awfully noisy.

As expected, when I entered the dining room, I found Harrison listening to a distraught Liam.

Roger: Hey, what's up? Did somethin' happen?

Liam: Kate isn't back yet so I want to go look for her now.

(The little lady?)

Roger: Calm down... You're not gonna find anything if you run out in the dark.

Harrison: Yeah, Roger's right. You were the last one to see Kate, weren't you Liam?

Liam nods.

Jude: You were supposed ta be watchin' 'er. Why'd ya let 'er go about as she pleases?

Liam: Tomorrow's Roger's birthday so we went out shopping to celebrate in advance. I thought about dressing up a bit and doing some stuff that'll surprise Roger.

Harrison: Liam, I now there's something you don't want to tell us, but now's not the time.

Liam: After we finished shopping, we parted ways near Leadenhall Market. Kate told me to go home first because she wanted to buy something in secret.

Harrison: Where'd you and Kate part?

Liam: At a bakery called "Harmony". Around there.

Harrison: If it's around there then...flowers, huh?

Liam: Flowers?

Harrison: Did she go by herself to get flowers for Roger?

Roger: Me?

Harrison: Yeah. There's a popular flower shop in alley where Liam and Kate parted ways. She probably knew about it.

Jude, who was quiet this whole time, muttered something troubling.

Jude: Tha's right, there's been some strange incidents lately. The naïve princess must've gotten mixed up in it. That woman (the queen) must 'ave some kind of info. Maybe.

Roger: I'll go get Victor...

There's been some kidnappings recently where Kate was now alone.

All those kidnapped were women, and those who were lucky enough to escape only had their hair cut, so it seems like they were kidnapped to sell their hair at a high price.

Based on the information from Victor, it was decided that Crown would search several hideouts of the criminals.

Harry and I ran through the back alleys of London in the dark.

Roger: ...? Hey, Harry. I can hear a man...and the faint voice of a woman through this door.

Harrison: May that's it. Let's go.

The man's voice gets clearer as we head down the path leading to the basement.

Men with guns and knives gathered in the dark.

(I see. So a bunch of thugs were kidnapping people)

Bearded man: After our watch is done, let's go for a drink- Huh, who're you?

In the dim light, Harrison and I exchanged glances. In times like this, a liar and traitor's quick thinking is useful.

Roger: Don't be so guarded. We're your buddies. We thought we'd take part too.

Bearded man: Huh? What're you on about? We'll lose our share with more people.

Harrison: Don't be like that. The police have been sniffing around lately.

Bearded man: The police...?

Harrison: We got contacts in the police. I got info on how to escape them.

Man with a gun: Hey... Wouldn't it be better if we brought them in?

Roger: Oh, we got a right to choose though. Let's hear some details about what you guys are doin'.

Bearded man: It's simple. You kidnap a woman to sell her hair and if she gets out of line, you kill her. That's it.

Man with a gun: In this day and age, a corpse has some value so it's like killing two birds with one stone.

(Yep, these are definitely the guys. Can't mess this-)

(0)

Harrison and I fire at the same time.

Criminal: Guh...

Roger: What's up? You're bein' unusually aggressive Harry.

Harrison: Yeah, wel... Anyway, I'll take care of the rest. You go ahead.

Roger: Yeah, I'm on it. Can't help but hear Kate's voice in my ear. Don't die Harry. Bringing you back will be a pain.

Harrison: Gotcha...

I head into the darkness, the sound of gunfire behind me.

(Multiple female voices...One of them...sounds like Kate)

I thought Kate would be sobbing in fear-

Kate's voice: -ight... It'll be alright. Help will come. It'll be alright...

My ears picked up Kate's voice, who was assuring the other women with her.

Roger: Geez... You're even worryin' over others in a time like this.

I run and run toward the voice, open the door in the dark, and head up the stairs.

Muscular man: Hey, who're you- Gah?!

I shoot and kill the criminals that come at me as I keep going.

(Found her...)

Among the women bound in rope is Kate.

Kate: Roger...

(Why're you trying to smile at a time like this?)

(You're not fooling anyone...)

As I go up to her and cut the rope with a knife, I notice flowers that fell at Kate's feet.

Roger: ...

Seeing them, I impulsively-

I held Kate tight in my arms.

Roger: Are you hurt?

Kate: Nothing serious. Just some scratches...here and there.

It's so like her to not count scratches as injuries.

Roger: I see...

Kate: I was sure...

Roger: Hm?

Kate: I was sure that Crown...that you would come and save me.

Kate knew about my curse as the "treacherous huntsman".

Still, she believed in me and fought against fear and anxiety.

(Damn. You're so cute and brave)

Roger: You're my birthday present, got it? Not letting anyone take you away from me.

Kate: Got it...

Kate's body starts trembling as if finally letting go of all the pent up fear.

I pat her back as if soothing a baby.

Roger: Scary wasn't it...

Kate: Yeah...

Roger: You did your best. You were great.

Kate: ... Roger... I-I...

Kate bawled so loudly that I couldn't help but smile.

After taking care of everything, I brought Kate back to the castle and tended to her wounds.

Kate: O-ow. It hurts...

Roger: It's supposed to hurt. Otherwise this wouldn't be moxibustion.

Kate: I'll accept it...

Maybe because she was still feeling guilty, Kate endures the pain without a fuss.

As I watch her in amusement, a thought appears in the back of my mind.

It's said that those cursed will meet an equally tragic end.

That's a solid conclusion I came to after years of researching curses.

(That's what's supposed to happen to us)

(I wonder what Kate's fate's like)

Kate's a curious woman who's aware of the fact that the world isn't pretty, yet still retains some purity in her heart and eyes.

Even those in Crown with strong personalities seem to be moved by her.

(A miserable fate doesn't suit Kate)

A long life's better than a short one, better to be surrounded by people than alone, and a warm place's better than a cold one.

(The kind of fate that suits someone who's able to smile so peacefully)

It was out of character for me to think of that for Kate who trusts others so easily.

Roger: Alright, done.

Kate: Thank you so much. Sorry for bothering you so late. Then...

Roger: Hey now, who said you could go?

Kate: Huh?

Roger: The treatment's finished, but the punishment isn't, little lady.

I sit down next to Kate on the bed, who makes a sound in her throat.

Kate: Punishment...

Roger: Thinking you'll get an answer right away just by asking's a bad habit of yours. Ask yourself why you're getting punished.

I whisper in her ear as I swipe my thumb across her lips.

Roger: I won't stop until you get it right.

Kate: Um, uh...

Kate jolts when I nibble on her ear before capturing her lips.

Kate: Nn...Roger...

(Soft as ever...)

Roger: Mm...Come one, answer me.

Kate: Because I got hurt...?

Roger: Wrong.

Even after releasing her wrists after kissing her repeatedly, Kate lets me do as I please.

Kate: Nnn... Hm? Ah...

(Hmm, not runninn'? Ahh...you obediently did as you were told)

The way she accepts my kisses while thinking fills me with sadistic desires and I hook my fingertips on the neckline of her dress.

Roger: That's it, think about it.

Kate: You don't need to tell...Ah...

Her breasts spill out as I pull down her dress and my lips are on her.

Roger: Hm? Givin' up?

While licking a nipple, I tease the other with my fingers.

Kate: ! I'm not...

(Ah~ That's a good look. You look so frustrated...like you're about to cry)

Kate: Ah...Is it...because I wandered off on my own?

Roger: Nope.

Kate: Huh...Ah....

I roll the peak in my mouth and Kate lets out a faint gasp.

(I'm disgusted at the thought that other men did that to her...)

I continue to suck and nipple as I slip my fingers in the wetness between Kate's legs.

It was already so wet and like with her nipple, I flicked her bud with a finger.

Kate: Ah...Nngh...Roger...

The moment I saw tears welling up, the irritation I felt within me finally subsided.

Kate: I...give up...

I grab Kate's chin and look at her as she muttered in frustration with tears in her eyes.

Roger: Hey, Kate.

Kate: Yes...?

Roger: I can't stand it when others make you cry. I'm the only one allowed to do that...Right?

Kate: Ye- Huh?

(What......................)

Roger: What's up with that response.

Kate: I just didn't expect it... I'm...not Roger's or anyone else's!

Roger: Then why're you squeezing my fingers so tightly?

Kate: That's because...Ah...I can't...

Roger: I'm not gonna last so let me enjoy your tears for a little longer.

Kate: Ah...wait...Roger

After that, I made Kate cry out a lot before having her finish me with her hand.

Satisfied, I went out for a drink with Jude.

Using my birthday as an excuse, I made him buy me a drink.

(I drank too much last night...)

I was lying on a sofa in the lounge with the aftertaste of alcohol still lingering when I felt a shadow over my face.

Kate: Roger...? Are you dead?

Roger: I am. So what do you want with a dead man? I'm not taking any complaints about last night.

Kate: It's not that. I have something for you.

(...?)

When I sat up, Kate shyly held out a bouquet.

Kate: Happy birthday Roger. Also... Thanks for being born.

Roger: O_O ...

(Wha...)

(Thanks for being born... That's the first time I've heard it since my curse)

(Kate...Only you of all people would say that without any hesitation)

Kate: Roger? Um...I went shopping with someone this time?

Roger: Haha, I know. Thanks...

Kate smiles happily like a puppy.

(Her crying face is the best, but her smile- it suits her)

Her smile's so cute that I can't but want to tease her again.

Roger: Hey, Kate. I must've fallen for you if I'm always thinking about you right?

Kate: Excuse me........ I-I don't know!

Roger: Pfft, hahaha. How cold.

After that, while I was walking with the bouquet Kate gave me, Victor suddenly told me what those flowers meant.

Anemones meant "fleeting love".

Kate probably didn't know what the flowers she gave me meant, but it's ironic.

My fate's a future ruined by guilt.

The worst fate lies before me, but I'm not gonna let it get me down now.

Trampling on fate, I-

Roger: Now, let's fight against it again today.

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