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joeys-babe · 4 months

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Joey B Imagines: Let It Snow*

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Summary: You and Joe have a chill day, playing games and enjoying each other’s company while it snows outside. Of course, though, Joe can't contain himself for too long…

Warnings: Smut, fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Everlasting Love

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December 23, 2023

“Joe! It’s snowing!” - you

“Hm.” - Joe mumbled

I had just rolled out of bed to peek out of one of the bedroom windows, suspecting that the extra light seeping through the blinds was because of an all-white climate.

Joe was lying on his stomach still in bed, not exactly caring about the snow as much as you.

“Get back in bed.” - Joe

Something about his husky morning voice had me immediately obeying, and I crawled back into bed next to my boyfriend.

“Tired from last night?” - you grinned

“You mean my full-body workout? Yes.” - Joe

“It was so good, though.” - you

“Trynna get me goin’?” - Joe

“No…” - you giggled

Joe rolled over onto his back, the sheet falling in the process showcasing his semi-erect cock.

I heard him mumble a curse before pulling the sheet back up to cover his manhood.

“Want me to take care of that?” - you grinned

“I don't want you to feel pressured to…” - Joe

Leaning forward to place a hand on his chest, I leaned my face close to his but didn't exactly meet his lips.

“You know I can't get enough of you, baby. Fuck me? Please?” - you

Joe sat and stared at me for a second, feeling his cock get even harder at my request.

“Joey, I want you inside me.” - you

Those gorgeous blue eyes darkened to a color only of the depths of the ocean. Slowly and sensually Joe smashed his lips onto mine.

I let one hand wander under the sheet where I firmly wrapped my hand around Joe’s length. He immediately moaned into the kiss and dropped a hand down himself to slip under my t-shirt.

With my hand pumping him with no restraint, Joe now moving two thick fingers inside me, our hands moved in tandem, and we were both getting closer to release.

“Ho-ly shit…” - Jow grunted into the kiss

“Joey, fuck!” - you

A minute later, there was pearly precum on Joe’s tip and I desperately wanted a taste. Breaking away from the kiss and letting go of his shaft, Joe looked at me confused, but soon he'd be watching me suck his essence into my mouth.

“I’m close, baby.” - Joe

“Me… too.” - you moaned

Joe moaned when my pace got quicker, and his noises only made me closer.

Not even a minute later, Joe and I were moaning in each other's mouths as we climaxed simultaneously.

I hissed when Joe pulled his fingers out, but his peppering of small kisses on my cheeks while whispering words of praise comforted me.

“You did so good for me, baby. I know you said you wanted me inside you but I promise you'll get it later. Right now let's go get in a shower.” - Joe

I nodded and tried to get out of bed, but my legs, which were still slightly shaking from that intense orgasm, almost gave out on me.

Joe shuffled out of the bed and made his way over to me, picking me up bridal style and carrying me into the bathroom to have a relaxing shower.

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An hour later, Joe and I were cuddled up on the couch, eating breakfast omelets and watching a Christmas movie that I forced him to watch.

“You really had to pick Home Alone?” - Joe

“It’s a classic!” - you giggled at his glare

“Are you unaware of the comparison between me and Kevin?” - Joe

“Nope. I'm fully aware, but I don't think you look like him.” - you

“Really?” - Joe

“Mhm.” - you bit your lip trying not to laugh

“y/n.” - Joe groaned, clearly annoyed

“I’m just kidding. Also, I'm kinda getting bored… what do you wanna do?” - you

I watched Joe pull his phone out and quickly type something with furrowed eyebrows. When he stopped moving his thumbs, he let out a deep sigh.

“Roads are closed, so we're stuck here. Wanna play a board game or something?” - Joe

“You gonna behave when you get beat?” - you

“Who said I'm getting beat?” - Joe

“I did.” - you laughed

Joe rolled his eyes before standing up from the couch and taking our empty plates into the kitchen. He placed them into the sink before heading towards the hallway closet where he kept his games.

After pulling a few things out of the game box, he walked back over to the couch and put them on the coffee table.

“Uno… Clue… Operation… and I have Chutes and Ladders.” - Joe

I picked up the Chutes and Ladders box, laughing as I read over the various text boxes.

“Age 2 to 4?” - you laughed

“For when my nephews are over! It's pretty fun though, sometimes they make me play with them.” - Joe

Looking at his face to see he was serious, I picked up the Clue box and sat it between us.

“We’ve got all day, we can pass some time with this since it takes a while.” - you

“Okay.” - Joe smiles

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It was a little under an hour later, and Joe and I had finished Clue a little bit ago. Now we were playing Operation.

“Why am I so fucking nervous?” - Joe held the tweezers

I laughed at his comment. His usual calm, cool, and collected attitude faltered over a board game.

“Help him, Joe! He's got a damn pencil in his hand!” - you laughed

“Stop it! You're gonna mess me up!” - Joe

His shaky hands lowered the tweezers, and before he could even come in contact with the object inside, his hand jerked and hit the wall.

Joe jumped back when he got shocked, I know it didn't hurt that bad, so it was probably more of a subconscious reaction.

“Shit!” - Joe

“Aww, c’mere, baby.” - you

I laid down and pulled Joe on top of me, his head finding a comfortable spot between my breasts as I played with his hair.

“That was scary, huh?” - you babied him

“Mhm.” - Joe mumbled and let his eyes flutter shut

“Poor baby.” - you rubbed his back, feeling him immediately relax against you

Pressing little kisses on his forehead as I continued running my fingers through his hair, I watched a little smile form on his lips.

“I don't want you to go.” - Joe mumbled

“Oh, Joey. I don't want to go either. Tomorrow’s my last full day so we have to make it last.” - you

Abruptly, Joe shot up and hopped off the couch.

“Joe, where are you going?” - you

“Hold on!” - Joe

I watched him run up the stairs, a minute later coming back with a box in his hand.

“If you think this is cringe, we don't have to do it, but I bought this…” - Joe

He sat back down on the couch and sat an unopened box on my lap. After reading the box and looking at the picture, I realized that they were Lego flowers.

“Aww, Joe, it’s not cringe at all. I think it's sweet actually. Do you want to build it right now?” - you

My heart warmed when I watched his face light up.

“You want to? Actually?” - Joe

“Yeah.” - you smiled

“Okay.” - Joe smiled back

A few minutes later we had the bags distributed between the two of us and started building.

My back was against the armrest and my legs were draped over Joe’s lap.

This was probably the most content I’d ever felt, just sitting here with my boyfriend as we built Legos.

“Hey, Joe?” - you

“Mhm?” - Joe

“I love you.” - you

“I love you too.” - Joe looked up and gave you a smile

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I hadn’t had my last bite of dinner fully chewed up when Joe whisked me off of the barstool and ran with me up the stairs.

“Joey! What are you taking me!” - you giggled

“Pound-town.” - Joe singsonged

When we got into the bedroom, Joe tossed me onto the bed and slipped his shirt off over his head.

Joe then took my shirt off of me, which was his, and slipped his hand around my back to take my bra off.

“Fuck… you're so pretty.” - Joe

My chest was bare for him, the only thing left on me being my pants and the ‘J’ necklace adorning my neck.

Taking a peek down at the clothes Joe still had on, I saw that his shorts were already tented.

“Joe, can we just get right to it? I want you so bad…” - you

“Whatever you need.” - Joe smiled

“I need you inside me.” - you whined

“Be more specific, baby. You want my tongue inside you? My fingers?” - Joe

“Your cock, please.” - you

Joe stepped back from the bed, pulling his shorts and boxers down in one go. Then crawled back on top of me.

He gripped the waistband of my leggings and pulled them down my legs before tossing them to the side unceremoniously.

“God, you're soaked.” - Joe groaned

“Boy, stop staring at it and get inside it.” - you

Seemingly within seconds, Joe lined himself up and trusted his entire length inside.

I immediately moaned and reached for his waist, trying to slow down his torturous pace.

“No, you wanted to be a smartass so fucking take it. Don't try to slow me the fuck down.” - Joe

His tip was meeting my cervix with each thrust, and I watched Joe’s face contort from pure pleasure.

“I wish I could be inside you forever.” - Joe moaned

“Shit, Joey!” - you

There was no better feeling than this. Having Joe balls deep inside of me, feeling every vein and dip of his member.

“You feel so good, damn it.” - Joe groaned

“So… do you!” - you

Joe dropped his head onto my shoulder, his mouth closer to my ear, giving me the ability to hear his small moans better.

“Yes! Right there!” - you moaned

“Here?” - Joe groaned

He planned that last thrust to be harder, and now Joe’s pace was getting uneven.

“Joe.” - you

“Mhm.” - Joe grunted

“Turn us.” - you

“What?” - Joe lifted his head from your shoulder

“Shit, let me ride you.” - you

Joe leaned up and grabbed my waist, flipping us over to where I was on his lap.

“Fuck!” - Joe

This new angle had him reaching new depths as I continuously bounced on his lap.

“Oh god.” - Joe’s

I watched Joe’s head fall back with his mouth open and eyes shut.

He was totally blissed out.

“Just like that… you’re perfect!” - Joe moaned

Falling forward to where my chin was on his shoulder, I tilted my head to the side and quietly moaned Joe’s name into his ear.

The feeling of his cock twitching inside me had my walls fluttering around him, and Joe grabbed my waist.

With his hands on my waist, Joe pulled me off of him and slammed his entire length back inside, causing both of us to moan loudly.

“I’m gonna come!” - you

Joe reached a hand down and pinched my clit with enough force to unleash my orgasm.

The feeling of my walls squeezing Joe’s member became too much for him. Just a few seconds later, Joe buried himself deep inside me and came.

“Oh, y/n!” - Joe moaned and hid his face in your neck

After a couple of seconds of heavy breathing, Joe rolled us over onto our sides and slowly pulled out.

Joe draped a blanket over me and hopped out of bed, going to the bathroom and returning with a damp warm washcloth.

He laid back down next to me and gently parted my legs to clean me up.

“Thanks.” - you sleepily mumbled

“Of course, you did so well, baby.” - Joe

I cuddled up into his bare chest, relishing the warmth his body emitted and the softness of his skin. I wish we could always be this close.

The thought of leaving Cincinnati in two days made me sad. I wish I could stay here with Joe forever, but long distance will have to do for now.

“I wish you could stay too.” - Joe

“How did you know I was thinking that?” - you

“You had a little frown on your face, so I just guessed that you are thinking about having to go back to Athens.” - Joe

“I can’t wait till I graduate and move in here. Being with you every day sounds like an absolute dream.” - you

“I can't wait either.” - Joe

Knowing that one day I'll be living with Joe full-time, being able to do my girlfriend duties and go to every one of his games, seriously made me so happy for the future.

If only you two knew it wouldn't be that simple.

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Three Twilights

Can be considered a loose sequel to Deep Sea Diver (same vibes).

Warnings: Soft body horror, Danny totally ignoring objectively horrifying things

“I was thinking,” started Maddie over breakfast, “we could start observations of that island that came into view last week, the blue one.”

Danny shook his head. “You’ll have to use the Speeder, then,” he said. “I’ve got an errand to run.”

There was a pause as both of Danny’s parents looked at him, confused. He didn’t blame them. Danny rarely went out as a human anymore, and certainly not for anything like errands. Looking like he was still fourteen after all this time made doing anything even remotely official difficult.

But this wasn’t a human errand. “Yeah,” said Danny. “In the Ghost Zone. I’ve got to go to Three Twilights.”

“Where?” asked Jack.

“It’s, um, a city,” said Danny. “Well, three cities, I suppose, depending on how you want to group them. One Realm. On the shores of the Celestial Sea. I’m sure I’ve put it in your files.” Probably a direct copy from his files from before he came clean to them, but still. He stirred his cereal counterclockwise, letting his ice powers chill the milk.

“Yes,” said Maddie, “but there are a lot of places in there. I’m not sure we’ve had a chance to properly look at them all, much less memorize them.”

“Okay, yeah,” said Danny. “I guess that makes sense.”

“What kind of errand are you running, Danno?”

“I’m picking something up for a friend. A book,” he clarified. “They lent it to someone there, but they need it back.”

“A book,” said Maddie. “For the Library of Tongues?”

“No, they’ve got a contract service for overdue loans.”

“Contract service?” asked Jack.

“Yeah. Moonlighting bounty hunters mostly.”

“For a library?”

“I don’t know what to tell you,” said Danny, shrugging. “They’re really serious about their work.”

“If it isn’t for them, who is it for?” asked Maddie. “The princess? Wulf?” Wulf had actually been over a few times, and his parents had… Well, saying they got along would be an overstatement, they didn’t really have anything in common beyond ripping portals in the fabric of the universe, but everyone had been civil. “The boy at the school?”

“No,” said Danny. “Wulf would just get it himself.”

“Who, then?” pressed Maddie.

Danny put a spoonful of cereal in his mouth, delaying. Maddie hadn’t eaten anything since Danny had mentioned the errand. The errand was, in fact, for Clockwork. Danny was always more than happy to do anything for Clockwork. The older ghost had saved him too many times for him to be otherwise. But Jack and Maddie were wary of Clockwork. Danny didn’t get it, but talking about it hadn’t been productive so far.

He didn’t want to lie to his parents. Not ever again.

“It’s for Clockwork,” he said.

Ah, yes, there were those suspicious looks. The ones Danny could have interpreted even without being able to almost literally taste emotions.

“I see,” said Maddie.

“Anyway,” said Danny, quickly, “if I haven’t shown you Three Twilights yet, it’s really cool. I don’t want to take the full rig, but maybe the little ectocam would be okay? The one that I can clip on.”

“Why not the normal camera with an ectofilter?” asked Jack. “That has more features, and it’s easier for us to get data from.”

“Three Twilights. It’s dark there,” said Danny. “It might work in Civila, but not so much in Naŭtika and Astronomia, and I sort of want to go down to the beach and see if I can find any star pearls, and that’s really dark, so if you want to see anything properly, it’ll have to be the sonar setup, which I’m not doing, the noises that thing makes are offensive, or the ectocam.”

“And the Fenton Phones?” asked Maddie.

“Sure,” said Danny. “But I always bring those.”

“Yes,” said Maddie, after a moment. “You do.”

“Great. It’s settled, then.”

Most of the journey to Three Twilights could be made by air. Or, rather, what passed for air in the Infinite Realms. But when the rocky edge of an island came into view, Danny touched down. Further in was a blue wood, and Danny walked under its inviting branches.

The atmosphere started sunny, summery. The leaves and needles of the trees were the color of a clear blue sky. But as he got deeper, the leaves were touched with sunset colors: golds, reds, oranges, purples, and pinks. They fell to the ground, crunching beneath Danny’s feet. The sunset grew longer, deeper. The leaves on the trees grew sparser, revealing patches of sky.

By the time only bare branches framed the sky, it was a dusky, dim, purple. A few lonely stars twinkled in the sky.

He passed out of the forest. The city of Civila rose above him. Windows glowed in the near dark like eyes.

Danny had changed, too. His aura had dimmed. The whites of his suit were now dark gray, and patterns swirled on its surface like camouflage, like wind-twisted clouds, like nebulae.

Shadows bled around the corners of the city buildings like ink in water. Will-o-the-wisps bobbed, casting pools of illumination in lieu of streetlamps. Ghosts walked up and down the streets, or floated only a few meters up.

The buildings glittered. Everything was dark, vibrant, colors. A sharp, sweet scent filled the air, something dark and rich beneath it.

The canals in the center of the street were filled with flashing fish. Or perhaps serpents. Or perhaps worms. Between how fast they moved and the dimness of the light, it was difficult to tell.

Danny could feel his irises contracting, shrinking down to needle-thin rings. His teeth were sharp. He matched the other ghosts around him. This was how the Civila liked it, how things were in this part of Three Twilights.

Everything in order. Everything peaceful. Everything civil.

Danny walked through the market square, and bought some charcoal-colored cherry pastries from a vendor who looked like someone’s nightmare demon with a chip of ghost ice.

Much to his parents’ protests. They didn’t care for him eating ghost food.

There were seven bridges to Naŭtika, which was built half underwater and half on boats that floated both on the water and in the air. As the dark waters of the inlet lapped at his feet, Danny felt the changes ripple across his skin. To a human, he would look pure black, except for the faintest glimmer of rim lighting and the stars of his eyes. He and the other ghosts moved silently, cutting through the waters like shadows.

To Danny’s ghostly senses, the place was alive with emotion and force, energy loud and crackling against his senses.

“We’re solely on the ectocam, now,” said Maddie. “You were right about that.”

“Mhm,” said Danny, half distracted by a whispered sea-shanty backed by a choir of not-voices and not-sound that wove together with the mastery of a hundred years of practice.

He glided up a rope net, and began to navigate the ropes to the taller ships. The very tallest, the ones that scraped the ever-darkening sky and blotted out uneven sections of stars, moored the glass-like ships that floated above. He’d need to reach them, to get to Astronomia.

“What’s that?” asked Maddie, breaking his concentration on his path.

“What’s what?” asked Danny, whisper soft, drawing some looks. He turned, slowly, on the spot, planks barely creaking under his steps. A gentle wind ruffled his hair.

“There,” said Maddie. “By the ghost that’s registering red.”

It had taken Danny a long time to learn what color on the ectocam’s artificial sensor signified what, but he had, if only to reduce the guessing when they played this game.

“Star pearls,” said Danny, eyeing the ropes of stone that glimmered brighter than his eyes currently did. They were one of the only reliable forms of light, out on the Celestial Sea, although they were valued for other things, too.

“They’re putting out a massive amount of energy,” said Maddie.

“You mentioned them before,” said Jack. “You wanted to look for some?”

“On the shore,” said Danny. “Out past Astronomia.” He wanted to find his own, rather than buy them.

Partially because they were expensive. He didn’t really want to think about how much unmelting ice he’d have to conjure up to equal one of them. They were usually bartered in exchange for… more significant things.

The ghost by the pearls beckoned him closer, clearly hoping to make a sale. Danny shook his head, broadcasting regret and admiration for his wares. Speech might be faster but, under these circumstances, it would not be polite.

When Danny left, the social rules of Three Twilights would only leave the faintest impression on his mind. But, for now, they were a heavy, but not uncomfortable weight. One he could shrug off if necessary, but which was currently useful.

“What are they?” asked Maddie, as Danny turned away.

“They happen when big enough things fall into stars,” said Danny. “They’re all the memories of what they used to be… and the imagination of what they could become, when the star dies. Well, that’s what they’re supposed to be. I don’t think anyone really knows for sure.”

“And you can just… find these? Lying around?”

“Not… not really,” said Danny, slowly drifting towards a crow’s nest. “It’s like that one national park. That one where you can collect diamonds? You never really find anything good, but you can look.”

“I see,” said Maddie. “So, you don’t expect to find one?”

“Yes and no,” said Danny. “If I don’t expect to find one, I probably won’t. Unless the sea is feeling ironic, which it usually is, apparently. I mean, it’s an ocean and the stars. And prophecy is, like, ninety percent irony, but mostly for an outside observer. Which honestly makes sense, I think. An observer, not an Observant. Those are different things.”

The kind of silence on the other side of the line was the one that emerged when Danny used too much ghost logic.

“Anyway,” he continued as he scaled the crow’s nest and started traversing the glass ropes and chains to the all-but-invisible glass ships, “no, I don’t really expect to.”

The path to Astronomia was a staircase carved from moonstone harvested in October, when the moon was full and orange-red. It burned Danny’s eyes to look at and feet to walk upon. Like many ghosts who fixated on things like astronomy, he adapted quickly and thoroughly to the spiritual dark.

This darkest twilight was built of delicate bubbles, whorls, and arches of glass, any of which could cradle a ghost, all of which could be phased through with impunity. There were no true roads here, but certain places were easier to travel through. Addresses were carved in the glass in glimmering, holographic sigils made from glass-caught starlight that humans would never be able to read, but Danny could understand with a glance. It was not silent in Astronomia, the high wind sung through the glass like the immense instrument it was, playing ethereal and eternal music that mirrored heaven.

As always, Danny was enraptured. Perhaps the stars here were not true stars, only their memory and imagination (or simulacra made from stripped ghost cores, he remembered with a shudder), but he felt so close here.

“Danny? Are you still with us?”

Danny started to reply, but realized he had forgotten, once again, that he had no mouth here.

A phantabulist played a story for a group of not-quite-children, characters made of carefully constructed light chasing each other about with vigour. Danny stopped for a while to watch the story, a parable about spiders and fish. They were common here, storytellers who plied their craft this way. The stories could be pressed into glass prisms and orbs that served as books and viewed even in other environs of the Ghost Zone.

He moved on, passing through a glass bubble full of ghosts that snatched at and stroked him as he passed by, leaving stars and dark clouds to swirl across his skin. His suit had long since smoothed over and sunk in. His skin was a thin surface, a membrane holding in liquid night. He was like smoke, like vapour, thin and easily overlooked.

The places he passed were homes, places of business, warehouses, and hotels, organized without any apparent reason. A phantabularium glowed like a struck match, snatches of story visible inside its walls. He walked by.

Eventually, he reached the palace at the city center.

The ghost who lived there was old. Older, perhaps, than Pandora. She filled the vessels of her palace in placid pools connected by crystalized threads and looping tubes. Seven round-bottom flasks, radiating outward, like the spheres of heaven. The music here was almost deafening.

This was Urania, Muse of Astronomy. Astronomia was her city, and subordinate to her will before all else.

Danny resisted the urge to kneel. He was not here as a supplicant, and they both knew it.

The lowest pool bubbled, and slowly a glass prism, a dodecahedron, floated to the top. Danny took it with careful hands and left Urania’s direct presence as quickly as possible.

Being near her was always difficult. She was the Muse of Astronomy, and she felt he did not indulge his second Obsession as much as was proper.

Indeed, she thought it should be his first.

(The starlight inside him pulsed. He was never sure how much influence Urania could exert on him when he visited Three Twilights, never sure how much the relationship between his passions shifted when he was here. He loved it here too much to stay away forever.)

Astronomia did not end all at once. Instead, as one walked farther from the palace, the delicate, clear glass was replaced by black sand. When Danny had feet again, and could feel the grains beneath them, he knew he was no longer in Astronomia, but on the Shores of Night. The Isles of the Moon were faintly visible in the distance, sea-spray framing them in silvery halos.

He felt human here. His breath moved in his lungs, and his skin rose in goosebumps, the sleeves of his t-shirt fluttering in the wind. The sea and the sky were the same, and twice as beautiful for it.

“Sorry for going silent on you there,” said Danny. “I keep forgetting I don’t have a mouth there.”

“How do you forget that?” asked Jack.

“I don’t know.” Danny shrugged, even though he knew Jack couldn’t see him. “Do you think the ectocam might be able to spot buried star pearls?”

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didsomeonesaydaddydraco · 3 years

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Sweet secret | Tom Felton one shot

Request: yes. @anonymous

Word count: 2,710 words

Pairing: Tom Felton x reader

Note: This one was requested a while ago, I just had troubles writing it. But I really hope you guys like it! Don’t forget that my requests are still open and there’s a prompt list waiting for y’all to check it out. Also, let me know if you’d like to be added to my tag list! Take care babes xx

Being the only child of a rockstar had its own benefits. For example, it was a lot more easier for Y/N to meet her favourite celebrities and make connections with influential people from all type of industries. Having a world wide famous rockstar as a dad meant that she spent most of her time in the limelight, always travelling with him and being his biggest fan from the day she was born. By the age of sixteen, she had already travelled the whole world and successfully used her name to speak up about social issues and help different charities and organisations. She had never stopped talking about the importance of acceptance, equality, support and love. She lived her life like that. She didn’t care who you were, where you came from, as long as you didn’t hurt the ones she loved, she loved you and supported you. That was what she saw from her parents, and she was proud of her family being one of those celebrity families who never let fame get in their heads and go crazy over their net worth. They lived a humble life, and shared their love with the world.

But of course that lifestyle came with the content rumours and paparazzi chasing after them in the street. They tried to capture an awkward moment that could be laughed at, a bad hair day that could be the reason to judge, but what they wanted most, is to capture her with someone from the opposite sex. She always kept her love life private, hardly sharing any information about who she was seeing or who she was in a relationship with. She was happy that they could keep their relationship a sweet little secret for almost six months, and enjoy the privacy and intimacy of their bubble. It was until one day a fan of Tom successfully took a picture of them, being in the same car, driving around Los Angeles.

She met Tom through a mutual friend, who was aware of their silly little platonic crush on each other and knowing Y/N and Tom, she thought they could be a power couple. So when she learnt that both of them were going in to in LA for weeks, she didn’t hesitate to throw a summer party in her beach house and invite both of them. She kept it as a secret, didn’t want them to think they are being forced into something that they didn’t want in the first place. Y/BSF/N knew Y/N just recently got out of a terrible relationship and she was a little bit afraid to start something knew, fearing that the new guy would be the same as the previous one. And she knew that Tom, no matter how many times he said and acted like he wasn’t, was lonely and wanted to finally find someone who he could share his life with. She knew she had nothing to worry about, because the second they were introduced, they just immediately hit it off and spent the whole afternoon and night by each other’s side, talking about movies, music, travel, dreams and goals, and when the cocktails finally kicked in, they weren’t shy to shamelessly flirt with each other. Tom was confident about their mutual sympathy and felt something that he hadn’t felt in a very long time, and two days later, he asked her out of their first official date. He was a real gentleman. He picked Y/N up at her flat, brought a huge bouquet of white roses to her and treated her like a queen the whole night. He arranged a candlelight picnic dinner on the beach, far from the popular parts, so nobody could ruin their first date. They fed each other with fruits and cuddled while they watched the stars. It was nothing crazy, nothing fancy and extravagant. Money wasn’t in focus, but they were. That night was all about them. And when the night eventually had to end, Tom walked her to the door and sweetly kissed Y/N. Ever since then, the couple couldn’t imagine their days without at least FaceTiming each other. They were happy and crazily in love, of course they wanted to keep that a secret as long as they could , not wanting the media to ruin in for them. But life didn’t work like that. Paparazzi had no mercy and they were paid to take preferably the highest quality pictures of the top celebs and their close family. And social media users wanted something they could talk about, because that was the main priority for most people nowadays. Stalking the subject of their obsession and use the protection of anonymity of social media to hate and judge other people.

“Have you seen the pictures?” Y/N asked Tom when she finally found him chilling by the pool in his backyard. It was a rather hot day in LA, and he had a few days break from shooting his next movie, he wanted to get the best out of his little break and spend every single minute with his lady “My dad just sent me them” she gave her phone to Tom, so he could check out the short article with the attached photos. It was from a few days ago, when they went to grocery shopping together. They were just leaving the parking lot, and it was visible that Tom was holding up their interwind hands to his lips to kiss on her knuckles. Another picture of them showed how Tom opened the car door for Y/N, and as she was getting in the vehicle, he playfully patted her butt. He quickly clicked on the link to see the full article. It was really short, probably because the journalist didn’t have any solid evidence or information about their romance.

“What can I say? I just love your ass” Tom handed back her phone and chuckled at her expression “Darling, stop worrying. A fan sent those pictures to TMZ, so what? They have no evidence that we’re dating” he put his hand of her calf and looked up at her girlfriend. He knew they couldn’t keep their relationship a secret forever. No matter how much Tom liked the excitement of sneaking around and having privacy, he wanted to show the world how beautiful, amazing and perfect his girlfriend was “This shall too pass, just like any other rumour that is left without a word.”

“Alright” Y/N sighed and decided to ignore the article, the photos, the comments and the mentions. Tom was right. This whole thing will be long forgotten in a couple of days, if neither of them say anything about it. In that case, the media couldn’t blow it up “I just hate the media and the drama it causes every time”

“I know” he smiled at her sweetly, not liking the frown on her face from annoyance and worry “So will you finally join me in the pool or do I have to throw you in it again?” Y/N laughed and put her phone down on the deck chair. She winked at Tom and take of the think summer dress she was wearing to reveal Tom’s favourite swimsuit, a white one-piece with a deep V-cut. He whistled at her as she was walking down the few steps of the pool and swam up to him “You just made this already hot day way hotter, baby” he pulled her close, kissing her passionately and making her forget all about that article.

2 months later -

Having a boyfriend who was constantly traveling and filming wasn’t making a relationship smooth, and if you add a girlfriend who was working on her own career just as hard, then you could easily how Tom and Y/N’s relationship was. But they knew what they wanted and they did everything to make it work, even if they were in two different parts of the country. They called each other every time they had the chance, made sure to send a supporting message to the other, letting them know they were proud of their achievements in life, and of course memes. Tom was a huge fan of memes, and he liked to spam Y/N with them, especially with the Harry Potter ones. Y/N lived for the smile on Tom’s face and she knew how much he loved surprises, so when she could finally take a week off from work, her first thing was to book a flight to the city Tom was currently at. The smile on his face and how excited and happy he was when he saw his girlfriend after almost two months of only being able to see her through his phone was worth anything to Y/N.

“I missed you so much, baby” Tom said in between kisses, not letting go of the laughing girl in his arms “I was getting rather lonely without you” his was got an octave deeper and the familiar flame of lust and love appeared in his ocean blue eyes. Slowly, his lips made their way down to her neck from her lips, kissing along her jawline, holding her closer than ever.

“Mhm, as much as I want this” Y/N pulled away and looked up at Tom, who was pouting like a little boy who’s favourite toy was taken away. It was party true, one of his new favourite things to do was kissing Y/N whenever he had the chance “You have to go live in a less than 5 minutes. You promised a Harry Potter watch party to your babies, and I don’t want you to disappoint them” she kissed his nose and forced his arms off of her waist. Tom knew he couldn’t disappoint them, and he didn’t want to, but he still groaned as he went to make sure everything was okay with the internet connection and the light ring. Y/N watched how Tom settled with his guitar and a cup of tea, already smiling that she could watch her boyfriend interacting with his fans.

“I’ll just sing a little in the meantime” Tom said to Y/N, who was packing out of her suitcase, and changing into one of Tom’s Teddy Fresh hoodies. They were the most comfortable hoodies she had ever worn, and it was just a pleasing addition that they always smelled like Tom. She kept on packing and tidying up the mess Tom usually leaves in his room in the morning, and listened to his smoothing voice. She always loved when Tom was singing. I didn’t matter if it was a song from another artist, one that he wrote or just an improvised nonsense about something that caught his attention in that very second. She loved to see him happy, and singing made him happy.

Tom finally started his Instagram live and was singing one of his old songs. One that was very dear to both of them, because he sang that song on their one month anniversary and told her he was in love with her.

“I was in the right place, at the right time, that day we spent together” Tom kept looking at her behind his phone, his smile getting bigger when she blew him a kiss “There’s no where else I’d have put myself, or to share the day with anyone else” he finished the song and greeted his fans who were already sending hundreds of heart emojis and cute little love confession to him in the comment section. Y/N layed down on the bed, with her phone in her hands and read the comments, screenshooting a few cute ones to save them for later.

“Alright my little wizards and witches” Tom said “Shall we continue our magical journey to the one and only Hogwarts?” His voice was filled with excitement, he hadn’t seen any of the movies in so long, he really wanted to share this experience with those people who had such a huge impact in his career as an actor. Little did they know, the fans saw the secret glances and how Tom blushed at the sigh of his girlfriend taking off his hoodie, staying in only her shorts and a tank top. Even after all these months, he still thought of her as a goddess. The fans had been suspecting that Tom had someone special in his life. They caught on his glow, and how his smile became brighter. He always sang love songs during his lives and left little Easter eggs in his Instagram stories, or in his captions. They were happy to see him being in love, they were only waiting to finally be able to see who was the reason of Tom’s behaviour.

“Questions time!” He announce after the 11 minutes of the movie ended. He grabbed his guitar again and started playing spontaneously on the strings, creating a beautiful melody. It was the moment, when Y/N realised her phone was on 5%, and her charger was somewhere behind Tom. She knew it would have been suspicious, if he just grabbed it and handed it her, so she decided to go and grab it herself. From where she was laying, it looked like her charges was out of the frame, and nobody would see her. She tiptoed to the charger and made sure not to bump into anything that could alert the fans. It was their time with Tom, and she didn’t want to interrupt their little date.

“God, you’re so beautiful” Tom blurted out when he saw her behind him, grabbing her charger from the coffee table. As soon as the words left his mouth, they both froze. Y/N realised she was in the frame, being very much visible. She looked at her boyfriend with a socked expression, not being sure what to do next. Stay or go? Say something or stay silent? Wave or smile? As for Tom, he didn’t mind that she accidentally walked into the live. He wanted to tell the world for a while now about their relationship. He was tired of not being able to share his happiness with his fans and hiding their love. It was nothing wrong about it. Love, in any kind of form, should have been celebrated in a daily basis. And that was what he wanted.

“I guess it’s time to finally introduce you to my other family, baby” Tom put down his guitar and reached out to her hand, pulling her completely in the frame. He sat her on his lap and hugged her by the waist “Ladies and gentlemen, please, welcome the woman who has being making me the happiest man alive in the last six and a half months” he looked at her the way every girl wants to be looked at. If anyone would have question the love they had, they only had to watch how they were looking at each other. Love, adoration, passion and devotion. It was all in one single look “Sorry for keeping this a sweet little secret for so long, but I just wanted to have her for myself as long as I could” he chuckled and kissed the blushing cheek of his girlfriend. Y/N was still in a little bit of shock. This definitely wasn’t the way she wanted to announce their romance to the world, but she was revealed deep down. She could finally show her love and support freely.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Tom has many dates with you guys on Instagram” winked to the camera and refused to look at the comments. She was floating in happiness, she didn’t want the haters to ruin it for her.

“I’m so damn lucky” Tom whispered and grabbed her face to give her a quick but sweet kiss on the lips. Nobody could stop him from posting about his girlfriend and what they had. He was finally able to show off, and make sure everyone saw her as she was. Not Tom Felton’s girlfriend, not the daughter of Y/F/N, but as Y/N Y/L/N. He was proud to have you, and planned to keep it that way till the rest of his life.

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 4 years

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Imagine:

Reader feeling neglected because Erik works too much.

Warning: Mentions of SMUT, Bratty, fluff, short imagine

It was hard for Y/N to understand that her man, Erik Stevens, was such an influential and important man in Oakland and Wakanda. Being the prince of Wakanda and the CFO of the Wakandan Outreach Center has him working long nights, traveling, and exhausted whenever he got home. In the beginning, Y/N didn’t have a problem with Erik taking on this huge responsibility but now, she couldn’t stand it.

She hated feeling jealous and neglected whenever she saw him on TV or got a FaceTime call from him that he won’t be home until around 8 PM because of an important meeting. Food sitting in the microwave growing cold, their favorite show airing on TV and now she couldn’t fully enjoy it because he wasn’t home, and let’s not forget the kisses, hugs, cuddles, nasty talk from her man, and the mind blowing sex. No sex so far for a few weeks. Not one “I’m sorry” and “I’ll make it better” from him fixed how she felt. It was so bad to the point that she wished she didn’t quit her job as a Flight Attendant to be with him. He traveled more than her. Currently, Erik was in Washington DC with his assistant and that boiled Y/N’s blood.

Erik’s assistant, Nivea, didn’t know a thing about personal space. Whenever Y/N would go to the Outreach to have lunch with Erik, Nivea would be in his office, sitting on the edge of his desk laughing and giggling when she should be working. Y/N could see right through her, the chick was feeling her man heavy. What if they stayed on the same floor in the hotel and she slipped into his room at night? Y/N couldn’t help but to think bad thoughts.

It was around 8:50 PM, Y/N decided to get out of bed and cook Erik’s favorite meal, Jamaican Oxtails with butter beans. Besides sleeping in his dress shirts that fit her like a nightgown, cooking Erik’s favorite meals always made her feel better. She set the timer on her Crockpot before walking towards their living room to sit back and listen to their “Nasty” Playlist. Y/N put it on shuffle play and the first song that played was The Dream- lV Play. Now, she was having flashbacks to when her and Erik had sex to this song. It was in the back seat of his Lamborghini Urus. She could still feel all of him going deep inside of her while she rode him to the beat.

“I miss my baby!” Y/N whimpered, hiding her face in a pillow, “WE miss our baby,” She spoke to her pussy which was currently wet and in need of attention. Her favorite vibrator that she nicknamed Home Alone didn’t even entice her. She was so sick of using that vibrator on her clit. That’s what happens when you haven’t had a mouth on your pussy. If it was 9:10 PM in Cali it had to be about 12:10 AM in DC. Her man was probably knocked out, sleeping naked like he preferred with the windows open and his blanket wrapped around his waist. Now she was picturing him in his durag. That shit drove her crazy.

“Ugh, fuck it,” She hadn’t talked to him since earlier that day when they left a live conference. Y/N grabbed her phone, paused her music, and called Erik. It rang twice before the line clicked.

“Hello?”

Y/N felt her heart sank to her stomach.

“Nivea? Why are you answering Erik’s phone-where is my man?”

“I can’t hear you quite clear...are you breaking up?”

“Nivea,” Y/N spoke with warning. She felt her nerves spark, “Put. Erik. On. The. Phone. NOWW.”

“Huh?” She spoke with a confused voice.

“BITCH! PUT ERIK ON THE FUCKING PHONE!”

The line clicked.

“Are you serious?!” Y/N dialed the number back, her leg shaking and breathing deep. She wanted to punch a hole in the wall. It rang and rang until it reached his voice mail.

Beep.

“DO YOU WANT ME TO CATCH A FLIGHT? WHY IS NIVEA ANSWERING YOUR DAMN PHONE, ERIK?”

She hung up.

“Oh my GODD,” Y/N groaned loudly. She decided to FaceTime call Erik to see if he would pick up that way. She watched her phone screen with pure rage. No response.

“Fuck that I’m blowing your shit up since you want to have bitches answering your phone.”

She couldn’t keep track with how many times she called Erik. It had to be a little over 20. To alleviate her stress, Y/N got up to check on the Oxtails. She was hoping that would make her feel better but the smell of the tasty food made her think about Erik. She was really considering catching a flight to DC and confront him in person. Why would he have another woman answering his phone? Especially when your woman is home alone and missing you like crazy.

Ring Ring

The moment Y/N heard her phone ringing she closed the crockpot and ran to pick it up.

Erik.

“Erik?!” Y/N asked hysterically.

“Baby, what’s up-“

“Don’t what’s up me,” Y/N could feel her hands shaking.

“You called me like...20 times.”

“Yeah, I did. Why the fuck is Nivea answering your phone?”

“Wha-shit, I left my phone with her at our table to talk to T’Challa-“

“What table? And you don’t leave your phone lying around, Erik. That bitch answered your phone!”

“We’re out for drinks right now to celebrate the Outreach in DC-“

“I don’t give a fuck about that! WHY DID SHE- Erik why would you do that?! She hung up on me and everything!” Y/N could feel her voice crack. She was about to cry. Her eyes prickled and her lip trembled. She felt betrayed. If Erik is in DC partying and celebrating she should be there with him. Why did his assistant have to go?

“Baby, Listen, I’ll straighten her out, I promise you that,” Erik tried to put on his smooth voice to calm her down but it wasn’t working. Y/N wanted to rearrange her face.

“You need to fire her is what needs to happen because when I see her I’m beating her ass, Erik. You don’t answer somebody else’s phone especially MY MANS phone you don’t do that-when are you coming home?”

“Not until two days from now,” Erik let out a defeated sigh, “listen, I’ll do whatever needs to be done to fix this. If that means I have to get rid of Nivea as my assistant then I will.”

“That is what it means, Erik, I want you home and I want her gone, okay?” Y/N wipes her eyes.

“I got you, ma, I love you. I’m sorry shit is the way it is right now-“

“I really miss you and I feel like you’ve been neglecting the way I feel about this. I haven’t had you to myself in over two weeks, babe. I want you now.”

“Baby, I can’t leave right now-“

“Make it happen!” She knew she was being bratty but she couldn’t help it. Nivea screwed her up even more.

“Y/N...who are you talking to?”

“YOU. I want you on a flight home now-“

“Ma,” Erik laughs but it was a vicious laugh, “Girl...I understand you’re upset...but don’t talk to me out of pocket. If I take a flight home now I’m spanking that ass into the next day.”

“Whatever,” She laughed loudly to calm her nerves, “You think that shit scares me? I’d be glad to have you spank me at least I have some type of contact from you!”

“Don’t act like a fucking brat over the fucking phone-“ Erik stopped himself, taking meditating breaths, “I am at an important social event, babygirl, I won’t be out of here until maybe 2 in the morning. I have to put on a smile, and ride this shit out until I’m back in my hotel suite. As soon as this suit and tie comes off I will be in bed, FaceTime with you, reciting a fucking love poem if I need to. Hell, I’ll plan a trip right now to Barbados for us in that Villa I have in the mountains. We can get away for weeks. How does that sound?”

All of it sounded promising. Weeks away with Erik to herself. Hikes in the tropics, laying out in the cabana, swims in the ocean, sex under moonlight. That was perfect. Y/N needed Erik to make up for the decrease in affection between them both. He was so hard working and his relationship with T’Challa improved a lot since what happened in Wakanda. Her man was happy about the success and he felt like he was doing something genuinely good this time around. The second time around. Y/N thought about his accomplishments and now she felt like she was being selfish.

“Y/N? Baby?”

“I’m still here...just thinking.”

Erik lowered his voice. Now that she listened closer on the phone, she could hear people in the background and gogo music.

“Daddy fucked up?”

She felt her body go slack, “...No, I’m just being needy that’s all.”

“Nah, ma, Daddy fucking up. How is my baby really doing?”

“Bored. We miss you,” She felt herself blushing.

“Who’s we?”

“This pussy and myself.”

“Oh, damn, baby...why are you doing this to me right now?”

Y/N sat down on the couch, bringing the collar to Erik’s dress shirt to her nose to smell, “Because I miss my Daddy touching me.”

“Baby,” Erik’s voice was so soft spoken, “You are being a very...very...bad girl right now. Be a good girl for Daddy and wait until I get back to my suite.”

“Daddy, I don’t want to be a good girl for you.”

“Don’t make me tell you twice, Y/N.” He warned with a gruff tone.

“Okay,” Y/N pouts. The smell of Erik’s Creed Adventus cologne made her squirm. It felt like he was wrapped around her with his big arms.

“That’s my good girl. I gotta head back, try to stay up for me, you hear me?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Y/N beamed.

“Aww, baby, I miss you so fucking much. I just wanna see you, and hug you, and hold you, and kiss you.”

Y/N couldn’t wait to sit in his lap and feel him get hard for her and show him just how much she missed him. Shit, she would be on her knees in front of the door to suck her Daddy’s dick before he even put his bags down.

“I miss you and I love you too, Daddy,” Y/N kissed Erik through the phone multiple times, “Don’t forget to call me, Daddy.”

“I promise, love. Daddy isn’t going to forget about you.”

“Fuck, baby, I’m craving you.”

Erik laughed, “just imagine how good it’s gonna feel when I fuck that little pussy. Because you’ve been waiting for it for so long I gotta take care of you.”

“Daddy,” she moaned.

“Shit,” Erik grunts, “Aight, I gotta get off this fucking phone. If I don’t ima end up busting a nut at this party and you know what Daddy’s working with so…”

“I don’t need another reason to beat Nivea ass.”

“Behave, Baby, I got this.”

“Mhm, just hurry home. I love you.”

“I love you too, princess.”

She stared at that call ended screen with annoyance. Now Home Alone sounded a lot better this time. He definitely owed her multiple orgasms when he got back.

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sedge-and-sanctuary · 3 years

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Sanctuary Pack Stories: The Herbalist [Part Three]

[Eight and Dace continue on their journey to track down an expert herbalist in an effort help cure the illness ravaging The Sanctuary Pack]

It’s good to be on the move again; a blue, brilliant winter morning, the air crisp and clear as glacial runoff. A few stubborn birds perch in the barren trees, trying their songs against the silence.

Dace clears her throat. "Eight. I wanted to say."

"Hm?" Eight looks up, half-startled. She's been deep in thought all morning; 'hunting clouds', as Saturn would say.

And no wonder. There had been a moment, the night before, when Dace had made a mistake. Had made Eight uncomfortable-- had made things uncomfortable, between them.

Eight’s eyes meeting hers; her breath fogging in the winter air, and Dace had thought, I’ve missed this more than I can say. Something must have showed in her face; Eight had stepped away, fast, turning her head.

She has been quiet, since.

"Just: last night. If I made you uncomfortable, or something." Dace shrugs, keeps her eyes fixed forward. "You know-- sorry. Won’t happen again."

"Oh!" Eight shakes her head. "Oh no, Dace, that's-- No, I wasn't. Uncomfortable, I mean! It's fine."

Dace does twist, now, to look over Eight. She's not looking back; has her head craned around, staring with great intensity into the trees.

"Alright," Dace says. Resolves to keep a little more distance, anyway, if Eight’s going to be too polite to admit when she’s wrong-footed.

The walk on, the loudest sound for miles the crunching of their paws through the crusty snow. The sun creeps its slow way across the sky.

Eight clears her throat, venture: “Um, so-- how is it?”

Dace looks up.

“Being a-- scout. Or a loner? I mean--” she shrugs, looks briefly at Dace and then away again. “I don’t know. Is it-- fun? I guess? Do you like it?”

Dace nods. “It’s alright. It’s good, actually.” She looks out at the frozen wood: at the towering trees, bark black against the snow, the sharp pine-needle smell. At the sky, a piercing, thorn-sharp blue above. “I do like it. In fact…”

In fact, they're right by that old pond, aren't they? The frogs will be dug into the mud hibernating-- they could dig some out, like that crow had shown Dace last spring, and--

She looks sideways at Eight. Remembers her odd stiffness the night before. Clears her throat. “In fact, though, it can get a little boring.”

“Oh?” Eight cocks her head.

“Sometimes.” Dace shrugs. “And you? Healing? That seems-- interesting.”

A stiff pause. Eight huffs. “Well, I guess-- a little too interesting, lately. Um.”

Dace winces. “Of course. Scat, Eight, I’m sorry-”

“No--” Eight shakes herself. “No, it’s okay. It is- not just now, I mean- interesting.” She laughs, a little awkwardly.

They walk along for a while. Dace watches her paws; studies the prints she makes, tries not to think about much else.

After a while, Eight laughs again. “I’m sorry, Dace-- I don’t really know-- there aren't. Sorta, fun anecdotes, I guess? It isn’t--”

“No, you’re fine!” Dace huffs. “Just uh, not used to travelling with someone else. Probably getting too chatty.”

“No.” Eight sighs. “If it was spring- or summer or even fall, really- I could show you plants and stuff? Like herbs? But.” She looks out over the forest; undergrowth buried under months of snow, the trees dormant, roots all locked away beneath the frost.

“Sure,” Dace says, easily. “Bad season for it. Maybe--” I can come by in spring, and you can show me then. She almost says it. Clears her throat. “Maybe this would have been a little more fun in spring,” she settles on instead, trying to keep her voice light.

“Less cold,” Eight says, by way of agreement.

They walk on-- endlessly, they walk on.

It’s five more days of travel to reach the bear, and even Dace is starting to get a little footsore. The hard, icy surface of the snow is wearing away at her pawpads, sure as rough stone would.

Eight isn’t any better, facing all the same strain of long travel with none of the practice Dace has. She limps up to where Dace has paused on the edge of the forest, and comes to a stop, breath fogging as she catches her breath.

They’ve come to the edge of the forest.

Beyond, the prairie goes on forever. White, flat land, rolling endlessly on until the blue curve of the horizon. It seems very exposed. Dace imagines living there, without shelter of tree or rock, without shadow or undergrowth, and shivers, despite her thick winter coat.

Eight makes a low, uncertain sound in the back of her throat. She’s hunched up into herself; ears flat, tail tucking under, and Dace’s chest squeezes.

“Pretty weird,” she says, to break the silence.

And she hasn’t been saying as much, lately. Been trying to give Eight her space. But it’s worth it, now, to see Eight relax, a little. To see her stand up straighter.

“Pretty weird,” she agrees.

And still the prairie stretches on. Beyond the shelter of the trees, a wind kicks up, and a tumbleweed of snow goes skating out across the plain, silver against the brilliant, endless blue of the sky.

“Hoot,” Dace says, and finds her voice comes out a bit hushed. She clears her throat. Tries again. “Hoot used to talk about-- where she came from.”

“Mhm.” Eight can’t seem to find the words to respond; that’s okay.

Dace goes on. “On hunting trips- back when I was hunting- She's say about the ocean. You know?”

“Yes,” Eight says, low.

“About how there was somewhere the land stops. And it’s just water forever, after that. Until the-- the edge. Do you think...”

She doesn’t know how to put it. But Eight nods, eyes still fixed rigidly forward. “Yes,” she says, again. “This is-- it seems like--”

The both look out over the prairie again. Flat land, stretching on. It must end, somewhere. But--

Dace shakes herself. “Well,” she says, sounding just short of upbeat. “Well. Our bear lives out there, somewhere.”

Eight nods. “Yes,” she says. “Right.”

And if she sticks a little closer to Dace’s side, as they step out onto the plains-- Well. Dace can’t blame her, for it.

It makes her feel better, too.

They reach the bear that evening. A low hill, a copse of cottonwoods, the ceaseless, piercing howling of the wind, unbroken across the whole of the prairie.

“Strange place for a bear to den,” Eight says, her voice very low. “Isn’t it? I mean--”

“Yes,” Dace says. Finds herself speaking very softly, involuntarily. She tries again, clearing her throat. “But from what I’ve heard, he’s a strange bear. He couldn’t help us if he wasn’t.”

Her voice comes out a little more strongly, and Eight straightens up. Nods.

The cottonwoods grow close together, trunks dark and strangely straight, an unnatural quality to them. The wind breaks as they come through the trees, and leaves an eerie silence- not much better- in its absence.

Dace’s own breath is loud in her ears. Something brushes her shoulder-- Eight, drawing close. They look at one another for just an instant. Dace lets out a breath, slowly. Is suddenly very glad to have Eight here with her, in this strange place.

The ground is rucked up by the roots of one enormous tree, in the very center of the grove; its bark is nearly black against the snow, the sharp white-blue of the sky. A dark space peeks out between the gnarled roots.

They have come to the bear’s den, at last.

Dace thinks, for a wild, stupid moment, of the stories Rover tells to pups; a great Rowan tree, a pack of monstrous wolves.

She stares up at the giant cottonwood. Shakes herself. “Hello?” Her voice, thankfully, does not waver. “We’ve come from far away, seeking medicine.” She pauses. Looks sideways at Eight.

Eight looks back at her, ears pulled down in uncertainty. “I’m a healer myself,” she tries, and Dace touches her shoulder, briefly, encouraging. “But I can’t heal this sickness-- we need your help.”

Another pause. The den is all shadow, before them; a deep pit, an open mouth, plunging down into the frozen earth. Dace can’t quite make herself step towards it; shivers at the idea of it, squeezing herself blind and helpless between the roots, towards who knows what.

She tries again, instead. I will go, she tells herself, sternly, if he does not answer this time, I will go in. “Great-- bear healer. May we speak with you?”

Nothing, for a long moment. Dace takes a breath-- wrenches herself away from Eight’s warm side and pads forward to the mouth of the den. Here goes, she thinks, and then--

“Dace!” Eight says, tight with alarm, and at the same time another, deeper voice sounds out.

“Well,” it says. “There’s no need to shout.”

Dace turns, slowly, and there is the bear.

A massive shape, almost unreal. His huge, blunt head dips down beside Eight, nearly the size of her entire torso. His shoulders, humped with muscle, could put pause to a bison. He crouches, peering at Dace, and when he curls his lip up to sniff, his teeth flash long and white.

Eight is stiff as if she’s frozen solid, only a paw’s length away from the creature. The whites of her eyes show, plainly frightened, and Dace wrenches herself into action.

She folds into a bow, back hunching, tail tucking automatically. They don’t hold with submission much, at Sanctuary, but it is nearly instinctive to do it now.

“Great bear,” she says, eyes fixed firmly on the ground- on the bear’s immense paws, heavy and clawtipped, digging furrows into the snow. “I have heard of your healing from other creatures--”

“Yes, yes,” the bear says, his deep voice strangely cheerful. “The geese, was it? They do love to gossip.”

Dace looks up at him, startled, for a moment, and then drops her eyes again, hastily. “It-- was the geese, sir.”

If the bear notices her surprise, he says nothing of it. “Hm. Just as well. Follow me, then!” And he shoulders past Dace- a brush of immense strength, something like one of the human’s cars blowing past on their roads- a near miss, an impression of power- and then he is by, lumbering awkwardly down into his den, and there is nothing left to do except to follow.

#wolvden #The Sanctuary Pack #pack stories #eight #dace #winter three #year three #the herbalist #listen i live in the mountains and i find the prarie very frightening #sorry to like. saskatchewan. but i am a little afraid of you.#anyway! here is this.#sorry this is so fucking long lol.

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ruby-grapefruit · 5 years

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The Erilean Empire | Chapter 2

AU: The Vlag never came to discover their world. Maeve and her three Kings stayed trapped in their dark realm, never knowing the terror and near destruction they could have caused in the land in which a fire-bringer lived. Though their darkness stayed away, the greed of men could never be truly staunched. True peace is only a figment of the imagination. War shattered Erilea anyways and without the might of the Wyrdkey to strengthen the Kingdom of Terrasen, the King of Adarlan and his armies swept across the land, invading Melisande and Fenharrow. Only the combined might of Terrasen and Eyllwe managed to keep them at bay. Yet fighting a war on two borders could only be sustained for so long and Eyllwe has at last fallen to the might of Adarlan. Only the Aelin, the fire-bringer, stands a chance of stopping the King and uniting Erilea.

A/N I had this idea for a rowaelin AU and I just had to start writing. I’d love to hear what y'all think so far.

FF.Net & A3O

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Rating: Mature

“The King paused and looked over his shoulder at her. She smiled, a wicked, wild thing.” – Sarah J Maas, Assassin’s Blade

Soft and cooling, the wind rushed through her lace nightgown sending a cascade of shivers across her skin.

Ahead the ocean spread wide across the horizon, its reflection twinkling in the morning sun. She dipped down towards it; fingers splayed wide as she trailed a hand through its smooth surface.

Laughing at the freedom of it, she twirled, golden hair spinning outwards. In a smooth arch she lifted upwards, towards the sun, enjoying the warm touch of its hands on her bare skin, its pressure sending tingles up her spine and with a delighted shout she—

Launching herself upwards off the bed, Aelin clutched a knife between bone white fingers.

Blinking quickly, she groaned as she beheld the frightened maid whose small hands were up in the air at the foot of her bed. Behind her stood a second maid carrying a tray of steaming food.

“Sorry princess!” The first maid apologized nervously, “You have to be at the signing of the treaty in two hours. We’re here to help you get ready.”

Falling backwards Aelin sighed and brought the heels of her palms to her eyes,

“Ugghhh.” She groaned, “I’ll be up in a minute. Can you start a bath? And leave the food please!”

“Yes, Highness!” the first maid curtsied before she shuffled away.

Once they were around the corner the second maid began giggling and Aelin couldn’t help but smile as she chastised her friend, “I told you that would happen if you tried to wake her!”

Despite the grim events of the day, Aelin felt lighter. She’d dreamed she was flying again.

These dreams had been gracing her since she was a child and regardless of their peculiarity, they always seemed to make her feel better. Alive.

It was a gift, in fact, for the dream to arrive the night before the treaty signing. Though she wasn’t Queen yet, she’d have to make an appearance. And since the most important agreement in the treaty was the engagement of herself with prince Dorian, Emperor Havilliard and King Galathynius had agreed that they should both sign as well.

Two weeks.

It had been two weeks since she’d agreed to go along with Orlon’s plan, and they had yet to sit down and discuss the intricacies of what her ‘mission’ would entail. She’d been waiting and waiting for the opportunity, eager to have something else to put her heart and soul into. But Orlon had been busy.

Instead, unable to avoid it, Aelin had spent the last two weeks mourning. She’d mourned Ren, she mourned the soldiers she’d killed, and though she didn’t dare admit it, she mourned for herself.

Sighing she made her way out of bed and allowed the maids to help prepare her for the day.

Not a second sooner, she was out the door and striding down the hall in strong, confident strides.

Aelin’s hair was wrapped around her head in large braid. Small bits curled to frame her slender face. Her makeup had been done subtly, only enough to emphasize her unnatural Fae beauty. Her pointed ears arched delicately beneath the braid.

Though she didn’t often utilize her Fae form she couldn’t help but appreciate the grace, and frankly, royal appearance it gave her.

She was dressed in a floor-length gown of various shades of green, starting from an almost white at her collar bone and fading to an almost black down at her feet. It was fitted across her torso before softening to an elegant flowing material at her waist. Embroidered along its entire length was a gold thread forming various branches and leaves. She wore no jewelry apart from the small crown gracing her head. On its peak a beautiful green emerald twinkled.

“You look nice.” Aedion said, as he met her just outside.

Though neither of them wanted to acknowledge it, their relationship had been strained during the past two weeks. He tried to hide it, but sometimes she found Aedion staring at her hands, and she wondered if he too saw the blood she couldn’t seem to wash away.

Aelin glanced at him quickly and raised an eyebrow.

He was wearing his decorative armor, the gold pieces strapped across his chest, arms, and legs, shining in the morning light as he walked.

“So do you.”

“Special occasion, you know.” He grinned, cocking his head to the side.

She looked away before he caught her eye.

That was one thing she couldn’t seem to do anymore. His eyes held too much of his heart and she didn’t let dare allow herself to see just how deeply she’d failed him.

“Mhm… Special, riiight. That damned Empire making so much fuss.” She mumbled incoherently.

Aedion grabbed her arm harshly, his grip tight, as he pulled her up to him and forced her to look into his eyes. They sparked with frustration.

“Aelin…” He warned, his voice low, coming out roughly between his clenched jaw. “Be careful what you say in front of the Emperor. We’re walking on thin ice here. Everyone just wants this to be over!”

Hissing, Aelin spun, glaring up at his stern face, “I know Aedion! Don’t you think I know that! I’m the one that has to marry that killer’s son so that we can all move on!”

“If you know how important it is then why are you saying things like that!” He almost shouted, before catching himself and lowering his voice to just above a whisper, “There are eyes everywhere!”

“I know how politics works!”

“Well then, think before you speak! You’re going to have to live in his house soon! You better learn how to keep your mouth shut or else you’re going to be killed.”

“Heh... They can try.”

“Aelin! This is serious.” He urged.

Sighing, she pinched the bridge of her nose, and closed her eyes briefly, “I know. It’s just, don’t you think I understand all that’s riding on me… I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Aedion took a deep breath before stepping back from her, “Sorry for snapping at you. I guess we’re all just a little tense.”

She forced a small smile to her lips, as they began walking again, “You don’t say.”

He tried to laugh lightly, but it was forced. They fell into silence and neither said a word the rest of the way.

Outside the small keep that they’d been residing in the past two weeks, Aelin and Aedion found horses awaiting them and the rest of their party.

A group of the kings’ advisors who Aelin had never bothered to remember the names of were already waiting in the courtyard. King Orlon and Lord Darrow didn’t take long to join them on their own horses. Gavriel, Aedion’s father, was the last to arrive. He nodded to Aelin as he mounted his own horse, and they at last rode out of the gates and began to make their way back towards the desiccated battlefield.

Her mother had been invited to come as well, as a representative for her late father, but had decided to stay in Orynth. She was much more helpful there anyways as they’d been an influx of delegates from across the world arriving to join in the festivities of the upcoming wedding, now only two months away.

That had been one of the conditions of the treaty, not only had they agreed to marry, but they’d even selected a date and begun preparations in Rifthold. She’d be leaving for Rifthold in month. Aelin tried her best to forget that, forget that she’d be leaving her home for only the gods know how long.

She knew her mother was better off staying in Orynth, anyways. Aelin didn’t doubt that her mother and aunt, Aedion’s mother, were having a great time with the Wendlyn and Doranelle delegates that had arrived two weeks ago. She’d heard that the Faery Queen Sellene Whitethorn herself was here, and hoped she’d brought along Endymion.

When her parents had sent to Doranelle two years after the beginning of the war she’d been trained by Enda. During the two years she spent prowling the mountains and fields of Doranelle they’d grown close and she considered him like an older brother.

They hadn’t seen each other since she was 17, when she’d come back home in an effort to help the war effort after her father had been killed. Stabbed through the back on the battlefield by the Emperor’s favorite Fae dog, Cairn.

Rumor had it, that he’d been the one to train Dorian. And Aelin’s blood turned cold at the thought.

Straightening her back she banished all thoughts and looked to the large tent that had been set up in the middle of the barren land.

When they entered the tent, Gavriel hovering over King Orlon’s shoulder and Aedion hovering over her own, the Emperor was already comfortably seated and sipping on a glass of wine.

Aelin’s eyes narrowed and she felt Aedion tense up behind her as Prince Dorian’s sapphire eyes swung to her immediately. When he noticed her gaze, his lips curled into a brutal, coy smile, that only made her frown deepen.

It took Gavriel giving her a stern look from across the room for her to reign in her emotions. She plastered a fake smile across lips, which seemed to only make Dorian’s smile widen, his eyes twinkling.

Distracted by Dorian, it took her a second to notice the other set of eyes that hovered across her face.

Cairn.

Struggling internally, she barely stopped the snarl that attempted to escape her lips as she noticed him sitting just behind Dorian.

Cairn leaned forwards, placing a hand on Dorian’s shoulder, and whispered something in his ear. Frowning lightly, Dorian nodded, before he tore his gaze from hers and began to assess the rest of their party.

Aelin took the seat to Orlon’s right, as Darrow took the one to the left.

“Welcome Majesty!” The Emperor grinned. Raising his glass, he gestured to the troupe of servants who hovered at the edges of the tent, “Refreshments?”

Nodding, Orlon lifted his hand as Darrow did the same, “Thank you.”

Around the party, advisors received glasses filled to the brim with wine. At their satisfied smiles, Aelin couldn’t help but wonder if this was all just a party for them.

After everyone had been serviced in wine and food, everyone except herself, Aedion, Gavriel and it seemed Dorian, the Emperor raised an arm to silence the room.

“Shall we get to the official stuff?” His voice was deep and boisterous. Despite his large rotund body and big smile, Aelin sensed an altogether different kind of creature prowled beneath his skin.

Some might mistake his dark eyes to be warm and inviting but their lack of colour speared right to her bones. Shivering she tried to keep her body relaxed as the emperor smiled and all Aelin saw was a blindingly cruel curl across his lips.

To her right, she saw Orlon give her a quick glance, before he put down his wine glass, now almost empty. “Yes, let’s bring out the treaty.”

“I had my advisors prepare a new copy, special for the occasion.” The Emperor explained as he waved over one of the advisors in the back of the room, “Why don’t you take a quick read, before we begin.”

A mousy advisor bowed before King Orlon, before presenting him with a large piece of paper.

Even from afar, Aelin couldn’t help but appreciate the quality of the paper and penmanship of the treaty as Orlon glanced down the sheet.

“Aelin.” Orlon said, as he passed her the treaty.

Though she already knew the majority of the agreements to which King Orlon was agreeing to she read through the treaty again:

All parties hereby agree to uphold the following agreements:

The formal union of the Erilean Empire and the Kingdom of Terresan through the marriage of Crown Prince Dorian Havilliard and Crown Princess Aelin Galathynius.

Until Aelin Galathynius takes her place as Queen of Terresan she will be considered a princess of the Erilean Empire as well as the Kingdom of Terresan.

Once Aelin Galathynius takes the throne of Terresan, formal nationhood will be dissolved and Terresan will join the Erilean Empire.

Until point 3 takes place the following regulations will be placed upon the Kingdom of Terrasen…

All new trading routes and partners must be approved by the Erilean Empire.

Every year a predetermined rate will be paid to the Erilean Empire, payment types include jewels, gold, cattle, wheat, etc…

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The Erilean Empire agrees to comply to the following regulations:

To provide land, air and sea protection to the Kingdom of Terresan.

To allow ease of access for Terresan citizens to all regions within the Empire.

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Should any of the previous agreements fail to be upheld immediate physical force will be authorized upon the party at fault.

Aelin handed back the form to Orlon, refusing to meet his gaze. Though she didn’t dare voice it she knew they’d conceded much, much more to the Empire than many would approve. Swallowing shallowly, she tried not to think about how they’d been forced to this because of her. Only the thought of her task kept her grounded. A task she refused to think too deeply of in the presence of the enemy.

You never know who might be listening in, a lesson she’d been imparted by Enda.

The Emperor was the first to sign. Then Dorian before it went to King Orlon, who after signing, passed the paper to her.

She held the thick material in her hands, fingers resting lightly on the surface. Reaching forwards, she grabbed the pen being presented, lowered her hand and—hesitated.

Across the room the gazes of everyone settled onto her, heavy and burning.

Aelin took a deep breath. Then another. The fate of her country was residing heavily on her shoulders. It was up to her. Exhaling deeply, she leaned forwards and hovered the tip of the pen above the sheet, right below King Orlon’s name.

Unthinking, she glanced upward. Looking for a friendly face? A soft gaze? She met Dorian’s ice-blue eyes. The side of his lips curled upwards as he saw her terror. Reveled in the fear she stuffed deep inside at the thought of failing her family, her friends and her people.

Her face twisted as she locked gazes with him. She smiled a wicked, crazed smile. And with flourish and a wild look on her face, Aelin signed the treaty.

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myrainydayloves · 5 years

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Jealous-ish

Zed feels a little jelly because people know Annaka and he thinks maybe she might be better off. But it’s big brother to the rescue with a drunk recording and a sappy Annaka.

Annaka had put a curse on him, he was sure of it. It started this morning while he entered the Libra office and saw her leaning over the couch, pointing something out on Stephan’s pad. Her breasts practically front and center thanks to the couch’s side and the way Stephan smiled at her caused that icky churning feeling to return in his gut. Like he should snap her up right there and run out of the office for good.

But before he could move, Annaka noticed him and smiled. “Hey, baby. Have you had breakfast yet?”

“Yes, thank you.” Even he noticed the short clipped tone he took and touched his throat in shock. Annaka simply shrugged it off, returning to pointing out things on the pad.

As she listed several spots in the city where various women had been attacked recently and had a bit of their blood sucked, Zed helped himself to coffee. He leaned against the table and got a fine view of her butt barely peeking out from under her dress.

Pink panties.

Not that Annaka was the type of girl to choose based on color but it was cute none the less. As if she felt his stare, Annaka jumped a bit to lean further over the couch and revealed more of her ass for split second.

He turned and set down the coffee cup, berating himself for staring so unabashedly. He was not some peeping Tom or sex-crazed manic and Annaka was a person worth of his respect: girlfriend or not. White hot shame pricked up his neck at the thought of her finding out and pulling her dress down embarrassed.

“I’d pay to find out what’s going through that pretty head of yours, My Prince,” Annaka said, now leaning against the couch’s back watching him.

Zapp shoved him out of the way for want of coffee, mumbled about him thinking of the ocean of some bullshit.

“That would be cute! Baby, can I ask if your mind’s in the sea instead of head in the clouds?” Annaka asked.

Sipping his coffee, Zapp glared at her. “I didn’t say it so you could add it to your dumb relationship!”

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed! Girl kick you out at light again?”

“Stuff it, you literally sleep with the fishes every night!”

“And what restful sleep I get, dear brother! I can’t imagine all those lumpy mattress do your temperament any good!”

“Don’t you have some cat to save out of a tree?!” Zapp snapped at her.

Annaka held her hands out in peace. “I probably do, honestly. Good luck today, Zapp.”

Her brother gave some non-committal response, speaking into his coffee cup. Annaka turned to Zed and so sweetly wished him a good day. With a kiss pressed to his cheek, she left to go make the city a better place. Even Stephan gave her a light send off which made Zed pause.

Since when were Annaka and Stephan friends? Lovers?

No no.

He commanded himself to stop thinking and start paperworking, stealing glances at Stephan sho sat on the couch humming. Zed decided to play it casually.

“So how do you and Annaka know each other?” He asked.

“Same way everyone around here knows Annaka. Either through Zapp or through her work.”

“Have you known her for long?”

Stephan set down his pad and glanced at Zed. He smiled. “Yes, we’ve been lovers for years now.”

“What?!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Get that weapon out of my face. Relax, nothing’s going on. Annaka just stopped by to report some stuff and see you for a bit.”

Zed cooled down, not thanks to any ice magic, and let his thoughts return to paperwork. But they wandered as soon as he thought he had a hold on them.

Would Annaka be happier with a man like Stephan? Older, experienced, decently rich? They both enjoyed the finer things in life and Annaka did love to be pampered.

He could just imagine Stephan having the younger Annaka barely wrapped up in his sheet, naked and sucking chocolate from his fingertips. Stephan would practically be robbing the cradle as it were and he would probably love the innocent touch of the younger Annaka. And her pleasure in being worked by an older, firmer hand than his.

And human, his brain added.

So engrossed in this terror, Zed didn’t notice Leo waving a hand in front of his face. “Earth to Zed,” the young boy called.

“Ah, sorry, Leo.”

“It’s no prob. You seem lost though, everything okay?”

No.

“Yes, thank you for asking.”

Leo obviously didn’t believe him, perhaps the All Seeing Eyes were good for lie detecting as well? But he mercifully let the idea drop in favor of telling him about a new party game he’d just bought and how they should come over to play.

“Oh? Sounds sweet, hope you don’t mind getting your ass handed to ya,” Zapp threatened, cracking his knuckles. “Playin’ against Annaka’s givin’ me mad skills.”

“She’s pretty intense,” Leo relented. “Last time we played together, I really thought she was going to cry.”

“Huh? You makin’ my baby sister cry?”

“No no! It was a horror game and the jumpscares freaked her out! I should have turned the vibration off though. That might have helped.”

Before Zed could even begin to rein in his thoughts, they were a vision of Annaka sitting next to Leo on his bed. They could play games and be lazy all day together. No need for a deep conversation when Annaka could be noshing on potato chips and laughing at the horror with Leo.

But then she would be so scared, basically sitting in his lap for comfort. Vision Leo stroked her sides and whispered comforting words to her.

He was touching her and soon enough her legs were spread. Annaka leaned back against Leo as he played. She was giggling, kissing his lips, his soft human-

“Zed!”

Snapping back to reality, he saw both Leo and Zapp looking at him.

“You okay, buddy?” Zapp asked, seemingly genuine as Leo echoed his concerns.

“Fine,” he replied.

But his heart hurt. Was he keeping her from a happier life with either of them? Could she secretly be longing for them and feel trapped with him?

As often as they talked honestly, Annaka’s feeling remained an enigma to him. She loved him. He knew that but whenever he brought up others, she dismissed him as being paranoid and silly.

What if she was going behind his back and-

“Helping me pick out cute bras,” Chain interrupted his thoughts.

“Ewww, don’t bring up my sister helping you pick out that crap!” Zapp cried before smirking. “Unless that’s your way of getting me to think about you nake-Ow! Ow! I was-Ow! Joking!”

“You can make a lot of jokes in hell,” Chain replied coolly.

But now a whole new swarm of thoughts hit Zed. Of Annaka and Chain comparing breasts, feeling. He didn’t have breasts! Was that something-

“Dude, chill out. What’s wrong with you today?” Zapp asked.

Zed sighed and rested his head on the table. “What if Annaka doesn’t like me?”

The room was silent.

And then it was filled with laughter at his expense. Everyone was laughing at the doubt in his mind and the ache in his stomach.

Zapp slapped him on the back. “What bullshit! She totally likes you, Dude! Here, here, I was saving this as blackmail material but I think now is the time to play this trap card.”

From his phone, Annaka’s voice floated out of the speakers.

“Art, philosophy, poetry?” He heard her hiccup. “Where do they make em and where can I get twenty more?”

Annaka was so drunk, Zed could smell the wine breath from the recording.

“Ah ha! And all the gentlemanly crap? Ugh, does he-does he know how kissable he is? He’s so dumb...with his...pretty face and smooth voice...what’s a girl to do but fall in love?”

“You’re in love with Fishcake?” Zapp asked incredulously.

There was a pause before Annaka answered, “Yeah...is that lame?”

“Super lame.”

“Fuck you!” She slurred. “Zed is so cool and nice! Everyone should be in love with him! All those butterflies...poetry...and he’s handsome too! God! That bod?”

“I don’t wanna hear this-“

“Wait! Wait, just wait! Abs? Tiddies? His skin’s a little cold and sometimes is a little slimy but hey! That’s kinda cute! I like em slimy I guess! He’s so….” She let out a flurry of stomach butterfly making giggles. “I wanna have his half fish babies, just wanna keep him with me forever.”

“Zapp?” Asked a high pitched voice.

They all looked over to see a bright pink Annaka staring at them in horror. Zed didn’t even know darker skin could get that level of red but she was blushing hard enough to stain her face permanently.

“Yesssss?” Zapp asked.

Annaka blinked. “I...hate you.”

“Mhm, save it for the judge. Your fish fry was getting all jelly that you might wanna fuck Leo.”

“Zed?”

“I didn’t say that!” Zed cried, jumping to his feet.

“There’s more, you wanna hear?” Zapp asked, wiggling the phone.

“No!” Annaka cried, leaping for the phone. In true big brother fashion, Zapp held it above his head and out of her reach.

Her drunken self continued, “Zaaaapp, what if he wants a girl like Chain! She’s so pretty and with-“ Another hiccup. “Those huge perky boobs! And KK looks like a sexy supermodel! No! I want him all to myself! He’s my boyfriend!”

“Relax, I don’t think those two will be going out for fish sticks anytime soon.”

“Well they should. He’s so wonderful...oh...oh my Prince. My wonderful sweet prince. I just wanna snuggle buggle wuggle him and,” Annaka yawned on the recording. “Mmm wanna cuddle my mer-prince. My sweet-”

“And that goes on for like another minute and a half,” Zapp said, shutting off the recording. His sister looked down at the ground, waiting for it to swallow her whole. Instead, she was held very snuggly by her boyfriend.

Zed cuddled his princess and smiled. So maybe he wasn’t human. He was still Annaka’s first pick.

#lonely hearts

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exhoe-imagines · 6 years

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farewell summer → zyx

(if you know the owner of this gif, pls let me know!)

summary → a trip to your step-brother baekhyun’s beach house for the summer throws you into a whirlwind of romance and heartbreak when you bump into the local surf teacher

word count → 9.9k+

warnings → angst, sadness, smut; biting + oral (fem!reader receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of drinking, one-night stands

a/n → here it is, the last fic of the summer :’) this one really gave me some trouble to write, but i’m really happy with how it worked out !! i hope all of you yixing stans out there can enjoy this ~ admin ruby (requests used [x] [x])

You stared out the window, eyes wide as you took in the view. Waves crashed against the shore of the beach nearby, so close it practically functioned as your backyard. The blue sea and bright sky were vivid with color, and when you opened the window just a crack, the fresh and salty aroma from the ocean wafted in just slightly.

It was the most relaxed you had felt in such a long time, and you were more than excited to spend the rest of your summer taking in the scenery every morning.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Baekhyun, your step-brother, asked as he walked up behind you. He was really the one to thank for such an opportunity. You knew he had been renting a beach house for the summer, but you never imagined he’d invite you to join him in living in it. Of course, you had immediately agreed, instant relief washing over you just at the thought of a few months away from your normal daily stresses.

“I can’t believe we’re really gonna stay here for three months.” You chuckled, turning to face Baekhyun. Even looking around at the house now, it was still hard to take it all in. The place was huge, with large windows, a second floor, and the retro furniture around giving the perfect pop of color. When you had initially entered the house, you thought you were in the wrong place, until you noticed your brother’s knick-knacks scattered around. Then he had given you a tour, leaving you shocked as you realized this was really happening.

“I told you I got a good deal!” Baekhyun grinned, accomplishment radiating off him. Normally, you’d try to humble him, not wanting to deal with him when he got too overconfident, but he wasn’t wrong. Not only was the place extremely affordable, it was in the heart of the town. You had noticed all the small shops and restaurants when you drove in, buzzing with life and good vibes.

It was exactly the place you needed to forget about the rest of the world, and that’s exactly what you planned to do.

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Unsurprisingly, between you and Baekhyun, there was no other option for starting your summer off besides getting drunk at the nearest bar. The place didn’t take long to find, and after a quick clothing change, you were both ready to leave.

Luckily, your earlier observations of the town’s energetic lifestyle weren’t wrong. Music blasted through the club, reverberating off the walls and practically shaking the room. A crowd had already formed on both the dance floor and near the bar, people alternating between shots and dancing. Baekhyun’s eyes practically sparkled as he took in the view around him, already feeling welcome in the party atmosphere. You were just as excited, but tried to stay more composed. Tonight was for fun, yes, but you didn’t want to get out of hand. At least one of you had to stay mildly sober, and there was no way that role was going to Baekhyun.

Speaking of your brother, within five minutes he had left your side, already off drinking with a group of girls who’d caught his eye. You shook your head and scoffed, but to be honest you didn’t mind much. Heading off on your own sounded better than listening to Baekhyun flirt with every person in a five-foot vicinity. Just the thought made you gag.

During a particularly energetic song, you were able to grab a seat by the bar while people left to go dance. After ordering something that was probably more sugar than alcohol, you sat sipping away, eyes glancing around every so often to make sure Baekhyun was nearby. Quickly spotting him making out with someone on the dance floor, you cringed and turned back to your drink. Clearly, he was doing fine.

“Looking for someone?” A man sat down beside you, voice light but suggestive enough for you to know his intentions. Normally, someone making a move on you at the bar would call for an instant rejection, but all ideas of that went straight down the drain as you made eye contact with him. His dark brown eyes stared deeply into yours, and you almost melted under his gaze as he smiled.

“Nope.” You twisted your fingers around your straw, smirking when his eyes followed the motion. “Just looking around.” At this point, you could care less what Baekhyun was doing, and you surely weren’t about to bring up your annoying older brother to a very attractive stranger.

“What about you?” you asked, arching an eyebrow. “Surely you aren’t here just to talk to me.”

The stranger grinned, leaning in closer to you, and you noticed the deep dimple at the corner of his lips. “And what if I am? What if I saw a girl near the bar alone, and wanted to ask her to dance?”

You bit your lip. “Then I’d say we should go join the crowd.”

----

The man, who you quickly learned was named Yixing, ran his hands up and down your sides, pulling you closer to his body. You pushed against him with a smirk, reveling in the shaky exhale he let out against your neck. There was no denying the bulge pressed against your back, and the feeling had you grinding back harder against his crotch to the beat of the music, victorious grin on your lips as he let out a heavy but quieted groan.

“Mhm you’re so sexy,” he whispered into your ear, and you could feel your skin heat up at his words. The combination of his skillful hips moving against you and his deep voice murmuring things only you could hear had you growing hotter by the minute, and you were barely holding onto your composure to not drag Yixing back to the beach house right then. One night stands weren’t usually your thing, nor was the immediate and intense attraction you were feeling right then, but neither seemed like a bad or unwelcomed idea at the moment.

With a swift turn, you were facing Yixing, pressing your palms against his chest and feeling his firm muscle under his tight black shirt. His fingers dug into your waist, moving you so one of his legs was between your own, letting you feel the rough denim of his jeans against your thigh.

You leaned upward, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with the short blond hair on his nape. Pulling him down slightly, you let your lips meet for the first time of the night. Yixing immediately pressed into the kiss, his mouth parting with a gasp before he started sucking on your lower lip. His tongue impatiently pressed into your mouth, wasting no time exploring every corner it could reach. Within seconds you were both out of breath from the intensity, pulling away just slightly so your lips were barely touching, both of you breathing the same lustful air. His plump lips were swollen and shiny, and you couldn’t stop yourself from letting your teeth sink into his bottom lip to tug it gently.

“My place is near here,” you breathed against his mouth, hoping you weren’t being too forward. While what you were doing now was nice, you didn’t exactly want to make out in front of a bunch of strangers, and you were also hoping for the night to escalate if you were lucky enough.

Fortunately, it seemed like you made the right decision since Yixing nodded eagerly. He straightened up, looking around to find the exit before his eyes locked on the door. He grabbed your hand and started to pull you in the other direction, and you followed him with great anticipation. Just before you left, you caught eyes with Baekhyun who seemed surprisingly put together, since he was sober enough to shoot you one last incredulous look, silently asking if you were really taking a stranger to the beach house. You just shrugged, leaving him behind without much guilt. He’d get home fine.

You turned your attention back to Yixing once you got outside. “My place is just around here,” you informed him, never so relieved for a short distance ever in your life.

Yixing seemed just as grateful, pinning you against the wall by the front door the second you got in the house. The tension during the walk from the bar to the house had been overwhelming, filling the air between you two with expectancy, so the solace of being behind closed doors was better than you could describe.

With both of your wrists in one of his hands, pinned against the wall, you had limited control as Yixing trailed his free hand down your side, nibbling at your neck while he did so. His tongue drew circles on your skin before his teeth lightly nipped at the column of your neck. You could only throw your head back against the wall in response, feeling his lips curl up as you revealed more of your unmarked skin to his greedy mouth.

While he focused on painting your skin with hickeys, his hand slid down to the hem of your dress. He hiked the skirt up to reveal your lace panties underneath, and you shivered under his touch as teasingly ran his finger over the textured fabric.

“So pretty baby,” he praised, his breath tickling your ear.

“P-please Yixing,” you gasped, patience withering away quickly as the seconds passed. You were aching for more of his touch, his fingers, his cock, anything you could get.

It seemed Yixing’s restraint was just as weak since he complied and pulled away, letting your hands drop from his grip. “Which way?” You wasted no time in grabbing his hand and pulling him around to the stairs, almost stumbling over your feet as you quickly made your way up. Yixing followed fast behind, taking two steps at a time.

Yixing didn’t bother giving your room a second glance as he pushed you against the bed, slamming the door behind him. You laid back against the pillows as Yixing walked his way over, crawling over you once he got close enough. His lips pressed against yours hurriedly, teeth clashing in a bruising kiss. You trembled under his touch as one of his hands worked on the zipper of your dress while the other propped him up, arm muscles flexing and veins visible as he leaned over you.

Once you had kicked your dress and heels off, leaving you almost bare under Yixing, he pulled back to take in your undressed state. His eyes were dark with lust as they looked over your exposed curves, and he bit his lip to hold back a groan. You arched your back slightly, moving one of your hands to unhook your bra before tossing it off with a sigh.

Yixing’s gaze zeroed in on your chest, and before you could say anything, his head was tilted down, tongue poking out to run along the valley between your breasts. Your hands tangled in his hair, the soft blond curls wrapping around your fingers as you leaned into his touch. Your breath hitched when his mouth moved to one of your nipples, tongue circling the sensitive skin while his fingers moved to work on the other side.

Once satisfied with your level of breathlessness, Yixing trailed further down, tongue drawing a trail from your chest to the top of your underwear. Gasps of his name left your lips as Yixing played with the edge of your panties, curling his fingers under the fabric before he gently pulled them down your thighs and tossed them off. Immediately, his hands pushed between your legs to spread them, mouth latching onto your inner thigh to add another mark to the countless scattered across your skin.

Having him so close to your center but still teasing away made you feel like you had never been wetter before in your life. “God, please Yixing,” you cried out, body practically shaking with anticipation.

“It’s ok baby, I’ve got you,” Yixing cooed, and luckily stayed true to his words since he pressed his mouth to your core just seconds later. He grunted as your sweet taste invaded his tongue, pushing your thighs apart further so he could get closer.

He eagerly lapped up your arousal, tongue pressing into you to collect as much of it as possible. Your legs shook as he ate you out with vigor, and you involuntarily tried to close your thighs around his head as you grew closer to the edge. Yixing growled in response, fingertips digging into your skin so much so that you wondered if there would be bruises the next day. Ultimately, he gave up trying to stop you and used one of his arms to pin your waist down while his other hand crept down to join his tongue.

While his mouth focused on your clit, tongue gently flicking over it, one of his fingers teased around your entrance, playing with the wetness collected there.

“So wet darling, so warm,” Yixing purred, the vibrations in his voice making you shake. You were sure you could cum at any moment, your body was just waiting for that extra push before giving into pure pleasure. It finally came when Yixing sunk two of his fingers into you slowly, one at a time until the long digits pressed against your walls just the way you needed. With his lips curling around your clit, and his fingers fucking into you at a fast pace, it only took you seconds to feel the shockwaves of your orgasm passing over your body.

With a choked gasp of Yixing’s name, your body jerked in pleasure, thighs closing around his head and back arching. He led you through your orgasm, feeling you pulse around his fingers as he curled them slightly. Only when you sunk into the mattress with a gasp, body nearing the edge of overstimulation did Yixing pull back, removing his hands and mouth from your body.

You watched dazedly as he wrapped his mouth around his fingers, sucking them off before his lips pulled away with a pop. “So sweet.” He winked, leaving you flustered under his gaze.

As you caught your breath, Yixing climbed off the bed to strip. You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch as he pulled his denim jacket off, followed by his shirt, toned chest and stomach making you lick your lips. His shoes and jeans were next, before he pulled his underwear off, hard cock slapping against his stomach once the fabric was out of the way.

You watched with bated breath as he made his way back to you, crawling over you as you leaned back on the bed. Immediately you pulled him down for a kiss, letting out a pleased sigh as his warm skin pressed against yours. While one hand gripped his jaw, your other hand dug into his back, feeling his muscles roll and flex as he held himself up. His arms settled beside your head, giving him support while he rolled his hips against yours. His hard length pressed against your lower stomach, and you whined, shifting to wrap your legs around his waist.

“Please fuck me,” you pleaded, wanting nothing more than for him to sink as deeply as possible into you.

Yixing grunted against your lips, moving one of his hands to wrap around his dick. After a few quick pumps, he pressed the tip against your slit, letting the wetness there spread over his head. You whined as he teased you both further, only providing a slight amount of friction as he rubbed against you.

“Yixing--”

You choked back a gasp as he finally pushed into you, both of you letting out a moan as the head of his cock slipped inside you. Your fingernails dug into his back as he slid in further, moving slowly until every inch of him was snugly buried within you.

Short huffs left his lips as he finally felt your tightness wrapped around his cock, the feeling better than he could’ve imagined. Slowly, he pulled out just slightly before rocking back in, his hips moving in short fluid moments. He wanted to savor the moment, taking his time with you so he could build you back up slowly.

You weren’t complaining, holding him close as he leisurely thrust into you, movements focused more on coordination than speed. Yixing’s mouth found your neck as he rolled his hips, sucking marks under the spot behind your ear and across your collarbones. Your chest heaved as his thrusts grew stronger, still keeping their slow pace, but pushing into you harder.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he rasped, accentuating his words with a rough grind of his hips. You whimpered in response, nails dragging down his back. “So good,” he murmured against your skin, high pitched moans leaving his lips as he grew closer to his orgasm. The built-up teasing from the night had gotten him worked up more than he thought it would, and after making you cum once and hearing you moan his name, he was so close to losing it. Luckily, you were still sensitive from your first orgasm, which meant you were close to the edge as well.

Still, Yixing was set on making you cum first. He decided to speed his movements up, hips snapping against yours. The change of pace had you gasping for air, Yixing smirking against your neck at your level of breathlessness. After a particularly hard thrust, you threw your head back, jaw slack in pleasure, and Yixing knew he had found your weak spot. Angling his hips, he made sure the head of his cock brushed over that sensitive spot every time he rolled his hips, and within just a few minutes you could feel yourself reaching another orgasm.

“Yixing-- I’m--.” You could barely get the words out, the force of Yixing’s movements leaving you dizzy. You didn’t need to say much more, however, since Yixing knew exactly what to do. He quickly sucked on one of his fingers before pressing it between your legs, rubbing your clit with just the right amount of pressure. It was just what you need to fall over the edge for the second time, eyes rolling back as you went tense in Yixing’s hold.

Seeing you reach your own pleasure and feeling you tighten around him had Yixing jerking into you one last time before he came, body stilling as his cum spilled into you. He rolled his hips a few more times to prolong the feeling for both of you, and his teeth sunk into your neck to quiet his whimpered groan. The slight pain had you shaking and pulling him closer, both of you panting as the shockwaves of your orgasms pulsed through your bodies.

After both of you had caught your breath, Yixing pulled out and laid beside you, pulling you into his chest. You could feel his cum dripping down your thigh, but cleanup was the last thing on your mind as you snuggled into his hold.

“That was nice,” he sighed, a lopsided smile taking over his face. You could only laugh and nod, feeling his fast heartbeat under your palm as you pressed it against his flushed chest.

There weren’t many words exchanged, but you didn’t feel like there was a need for them anyway. Yixing would surely be gone in the morning, and you didn’t mind that. For now, you knew you both needed sleep, and the feeling of someone else in your bed was something you wanted to hold onto for just a few moments longer.

You woke up to an empty bed, which wasn’t much of a surprise. What did surprise you, however, was the crumpled receipt on your bed stand. A scribbled number and good morning message were messily written across the back of paper, and you smiled at the little heart Yixing had drawn in the corner.

Despite the cute note, you didn’t bother putting Yixing’s number in your phone. You kept the paper though, just in case. If you needed another good night this summer, you knew you’d have someone to call first. With the way the note was written, though, you worried Yixing had taken last night as something more than a one-night stand. As amazing as he was, it wasn’t like you were sticking around forever. Three months weren’t a long time, and you weren’t looking for any type of relationship anytime soon.

With one last glance, you folded the paper and stuck it in your bedside drawer. Just in case.

----

“So where should we explore first?” you asked Baekhyun later that afternoon, after you both had gotten over your morning hangovers. Baekhyun had made it home safely as you expected, and luckily didn’t say anything about Yixing, even after you had awkwardly caught him cringing at the sight of the red bite on the side of your neck. After some quick clean up, you proposed the idea of heading out, anxious to start off your tour around town as quickly as possible. Luckily, Baekhyun had seemed just as eager. You had both gotten dressed in your best summer clothes and were now walking up and down the streets nearby the house, slightly overwhelmed by all the options you had. Shops lined up on both sides of you, all of them looking equally enticing to visit with their bright signs and windowed displays.

“Do you think there’s another bar nearby?” Baekhyun mused, scrolling through the map on his phone. You rolled your eyes. How typical of him.

“I’m not going to another bar for at least a year,” you joked.

Baekhyun huffed, ignoring your dramatics as he pointed to a shop on the corner. “We should go there.” The building was light yellow and blue, and as you walked closer, you realized it was a surf shop.

“Why this one?” It looked nice, but almost out of place amongst the other vibrant stores. It wasn’t like you were interested in what it had to offer either, not really one for surfing, but Baekhyun seemed intrigued.

He pushed the door open, shrugging. “I want to try learning how to surf this summer.”

The shop seemed empty from what you could tell, no customers walking around or even a person behind the counter. You wondered if maybe the place was closed or something, and you considered asking Baekhyun to leave.

“You? Surfing?” You laughed, before shaking your head. “This is a waste of time, no one is here anyway.” Your efforts went unnoticed as Baekhyun ignored you, pushing past you to walk over to the far wall where the surfboards were propped. You sighed, seeing there was no way of convincing him, and turned around to follow him.

The boards were shiny under the natural sunlight let in by the windows around, surfaces smooth under your touch as you ran your fingers over them. There were many different sizes and colors, and while you weren’t sure what the difference was between them, it was still interesting to see the variety.

“Should I go with blue or orange?” Baekhyun asked you, looking between two of the boards.

You opened your mouth to respond but was cut off by a familiar voice.

“Do you guys need any help?”

Baekhyun turned around immediately to face the worker, but you stayed still in your spot, knowing exactly who was standing behind you. After a slight pause, you awkwardly twisted around to see Yixing, his steps faltering and eyes widening as he realized it was you. Quickly, his gaze darted to Baekhyun, eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“I-um, sorry to bother you. I was in the back.” He halfheartedly gestured to the wall behind the counter, and you noticed the door off to the side.

“It’s fine.” Baekhyun brushed his apology off with a smile, and you realized he didn’t recognize Yixing at all from last night. Sure, it had been dark in the club, and you doubted Baekhyun was paying much attention to you throughout the night, but you were still shocked he didn’t notice at all. You caught eyes with Yixing and tried to shake your head as inconspicuously as possible, hoping he would catch on and not say anything. Luckily, he seemed to notice your desperate gaze and cleared his throat before looking back at Baekhyun.

“Anyway, can I help you?” Yixing forced a tight-lipped smile, and you felt bad for making him stay quiet. He probably felt like you were ashamed of him.

“I’m just trying to pick a color.” Baekhyun laughed, not noticing the tension that seemed to be drowning the room. Yixing stepped closer, looking at both of his options. He hummed slightly, before looking up at Baekhyun.

“Have you ever been surfing before?”

You stifiled a laugh, and Baekhyun replied sheepishly. “Is it that obvious?”

Yixing shook his head. “Not really. I’m just used to new people passing through around this time every year.” He pulled the two boards out, handing one to Baekhyun and holding the other.

“As you can tell, these are a bit shorter than some of the other ones. They aren’t the best choice to start off with if you’re not used to surfing yet. Not to mention,” he tapped his fingers against the board, a small clicking sound resounding off it, “These ones are harder boards too. You’re gonna wanna go with a soft board your first time around.”

You listened intently as Yixing explained the basics, his soft voice and extensive knowledge grabbing your attention. He clearly knew what he was talking about as he instructed Baekhyun on which board to choose, helped him get some wax, and even showed him the type of wetsuit to invest in. You had to admit, the way the information rolled off his tongue, paired with his professional tone, was extremely attractive. You paid attention and stored his words for later, knowing your brother had a short attention span and was probably too excited to be listening carefully.

As Baekhyun checked out, you looked up Yixing behind the counter. His brown eyes were focused on the register, but flickered up quickly to look at you as you spoke up.

“Thank you for your help. God knows he wouldn’t have been able to understand all of this without you here.” You tried to make your tone as thankful as possible, hoping your complimentary words would ease the uncertainty in the air.

Of course, Baekhyun ruined the moment by scoffing. “It’s not like you’re any smarter about surfing than I am.” You jabbed him in the side with your elbow, rolling your eyes as he whined and pushed you back. Yixing watched your bickering with a tight jaw, the muscle only relaxing when Baekhyun looked up at him.

“Oh really? No interest in it whatsoever?” The question was directed at you, Yixing’s polite tone still holding an edge to it.

You awkwardly chuckled and shook your head. “Not really. I don’t think I’d be good at it anyway.”

Yixing nodded before handing Baekhyun his receipt. “My number is on the back. I’d be happy to help the two of you with some lessons if you want.”

Your eyes widened at his forwardness, clearly seeing the intentions behind his words, but Baekhyun nodded eagerly, turning to you. “I don’t know about her, but I’ll definitely take you up on the offer.”

They were both staring at you expectantly now, and you couldn’t help but feel put on the spot. You hadn’t expected to see Yixing again after last night, and you didn’t think if you ever did run into him that it would end up with planning surfing lessons together. Adding Baekhyun into the mix only made the situation a million times worse.

As you thought about it, though, you realized there was nothing for Yixing to hold against you. Sure, you had spent a night together, but it was never suggested to be anything more or anything less. Plus, you didn’t want him alone with Baekhyun. That was worse than just sucking it up and going too. You could only hope Yixing would stay in line around Baekhyun, for both of your sakes.

Attempting to seem unaffected, you shrugged nonchalantly. “Why not? I’ll give it a shot.”

Baekhyun raised his eyebrows in shock, glancing at you in confusion. You knew you’d have to deal with questions later, but you were prepared.

Yixing seemed just as surprised by your response, nodding before turning to Baekhyun. “I’m glad to hear that…” He trailed off, silently asking for his name.

“Baekhyun.” He was quick to introduce himself. “And this is my step-sister, Y/N.”

Immediately, Yixing’s gaze shot to you, eyes blinking a couple times as he realized he had read the situation wrong. You caught on quickly, sensing he had probably thought there was more between you and Baekhyun, which explained his tense behavior. Ignoring how completely wrong that assumption was, you sent him a soft smile, hoping to smooth over things and let out a small breath of relief when he returned it.

“I’m Yixing.” He was back to looking at Baekhyun, and you exhaled deeply.

You ended up walking out with an almost empty wallet, your wetsuit and wax in a small bag that you held in one hand and your new red board under your other arm.

Surely this wasn’t a bad decision, right?

----

“This wetsuit is itchy,” Baekhyun whined, tugging at the tight material. You smacked his hand away from his neckline, laughing when he pouted. You were walking down to the beach to meet Yixing, where he was supposed to give you your first surf lessons. He and Baekhyun had quickly set up a date to meet after the day at the surf shop, and you had been on edge while you waited for the time to finally arrive.

“You think your lover boy is here yet?” Baekhyun teased, bumping against you with a chuckle.

You looked over at him with a glare, pushing him back. After your interaction with Yixing, Baekhyun had a million questions, and it didn’t take long for you to spill the truth. You weren’t entirely surprised that Baekhyun had noticed the unspoken tension between the two of you, but you told him not to even think of bringing it up.

“I swear if you say anything embarrassing once he gets here--”

“Yixing!” Baekhyun ignored you as he called out, making you turn quickly to watch as Yixing walked up to the two of you. His wetsuit was tight against his skin and accentuated his lean form, and you couldn’t stop yourself from drinking in the sight. A little looking wouldn’t hurt, right? His blond hair was hanging loosely in his face, small curls framing his face, and you could practically feel their softness just watching them bounce. You quickly tried to pull yourself out of your thoughts, hoping they wouldn’t be a distraction for the rest of the lesson.

“I hope you weren’t waiting long,” Yixing said once he was standing in front of you, apologetic tone heavy in his soft voice.

Baekhyun started to speak, but you didn’t trust him to say anything safe at this point, so you cut him off.

“No, we just got here.”

Yixing nodded, letting out a sigh of relief. “Ok, I’m glad. Should we get started then?”

Both you and Baekhyun nodded, excitement radiating off him while you were more nervous. This was all new territory for you to explore, and you didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself in front of either of them. Yixing seemed nice enough that he wouldn’t make it a big deal, but you knew you’d never hear the end of it from Baekhyun if you messed up.

Luckily, it went pretty smoothly at first. Yixing cut straight to the basics, instructing you to wrap the leash around your ankle and practice lying on the board in the sand while you learned the correct paddling motions. Staying out of the water helped you feel more comfortable, so your confidence levels started out high.

It wasn’t until Yixing was showing you how to “take off” the board, that you realized this was going to be much harder than you had expected. His movements were fluid as he demonstrated the motion, arms flexing as he pushed himself up. You hated yourself for the way your eyes immediately darted to watch the muscles in his arms, knowing exactly what strength they were capable of. The action was practically second nature to him as he effortlessly stood up on the board. You and Baekhyun both watched with wide eyes before he instructed you to try it out.

Baekhyun got ahold of the movement quickly, much to your shock, but it made you feel better about trying it. Surely, if your uncoordinated brother could do it, then you could too.

Only, when you started to pull up your feet from behind you, whether from a lack of wax or balance, you ended up slipping, falling back just as quickly as you pushed up. Baekhyun tried to cover his laugh with a cough, but Yixing was quick to come to your side and help you up.

“Are you ok?” He asked softly, pulling you up and brushing off the excess sand that had stuck to the sleeve of your wetsuit. His touch was gentle and familiar, but you knew Baekhyun was watching your interaction, so you nodded awkwardly and pulled back.

“That’s a lot harder than it looks,” you joked, and Yixing nodded.

“It is. Let me help you.” You weren’t sure how he was going to assist but shifted back to let him do his thing. He quickly applied a bit more wax to the board before having you lie back down.

“Ok push up on your arms.” You did as he said, and he nodded. “Try twisting your torso like I showed earlier.” He kneeled beside you, eyes carefully watching your figure. You weren’t sure if it was the nerves or the fact that his gaze was so heavy, but when you tried to turn, you could feel your arms shaking just slightly, putting your position off. Yixing was quick to notice, hands shooting out to grip onto your side and steady you.

“Is this alright?” he murmured softly, and you nodded after a couple seconds, caught off guard by his warm touch. Even through the thick layers of your wetsuit, you could feel his long fingers wrap around your waist as he helped you turn. “Good job.” His face was so close to yours you could feel his breath against the side of your cheek, his praise making a heat spread over your body. The words were so similar to those from your night together, and they sent the same feeling through your veins.

But just as quickly as you felt his touch, it was gone, Yixing pulling his hands away as he leaned back. “Try to jump up from that position.” You tried to shake yourself out of your light daze and did as he instructed, managing to make it up on your feet without falling. You knew your form was still shaky and could be greatly improved, but you were just glad to be able to do it.

“Much better,” Yixing smiled, standing up and walking over to Baekhyun to check on his progress. You looked over at your brother, flipping him off behind Yixing’s back when he looked at you with a teasing smirk.

As you practiced the jump a couple more times, you looked over at Yixing and Baekhyun. As Yixing showed Baekhyun how to stand correctly on the board, you noticed he helped him fix his form with a hand on his back. You hoped it was an indication that physical contact didn’t mean much to him, and your earlier closeness had no ulterior meaning behind it, but you doubted you were so lucky.

You tried to not think about it for the rest of the lesson, and luckily Yixing didn’t initiate any more close contact that would’ve made you question things more. He finished showing both you and Baekhyun the correct standing posture and explained a few more safety precautions before he said he had to get back to the shop.

It wasn’t until you and Baekhyun had said goodbye, and started to walk away, that Yixing called out for you. You turned around quickly and waited as he ran up to you, both determination and hesitance visible on his features.

“If you want, we can have some solo lessons tomorrow. I’d be happy to help you with your jump more.”

“O-oh,” you started. “What about Baekhyun?” It was a lame response, but you weren’t sure you could handle being with Yixing alone.

“I’m fine, I got it.” Baekhyun was quick to diminish your suggestion.

Yixing looked back at you expectantly, and you took a deep breath. Surely, Yixing was definitely making a move now. There was no doubt about it. The only question now was, were you going to give into his actions?

“Yeah, sounds good then.” You still weren’t sure where you stood with Yixing, but it was an easy answer. And it seemed to be the right one, if the relieved smile on Yixing’s face was any indication.

----

The change in atmosphere was obvious when you met with Yixing the next day. Without Baekhyun as a buffer, you could feel all of his undivided attention on you. It was almost overwhelming, having his eyes on you at all times, and having to keep up a fluid conversation at the same time to avoid any awkward silence.

You weren’t sure how to act with him either, which made it hard to gauge how to lead the discussion. Of course, your previous attraction was still heavy in the air, as you unabashedly checked him out every few minutes, feeling his gaze on you as he returned the gesture when he thought you weren’t looking. You didn’t want to give into that, though, still holding strong to your previous plan of not moving any further forward in your relationship. It was harder than you expected though, with the way Yixing still made your heart flutter with a single gaze.

You ended up running through the same steps as the day before when it came to the lesson, but Yixing was more hands on this time around. His fingers wrapped around your ankle lightly as he tightened the board leash to the correct restriction, and you tried to ignore the way his hand danced up your lower leg just slightly before finally pulling away.

When you worked back up to the take off, Yixing kneeled down beside you like before. You were sure your position was correct this time around, but he insisted on fixing it just slightly, and you could almost feel a shiver run down your back as his hands gripped your waist and turned you.

“Is this good?” you asked softly, and Yixing smiled with a nod, dimple present on his cheek.

“You’ve gotten much better.”

His hands were still on you, but you weren’t sure you wanted him to let go.

“It was all thanks to your help,” you reminded him, relishing in the soft smile and light blush that took over his face. It was clear how much the praise meant to him, with his eyes crinkling into crescents and an embarrassed chuckle leaving his lips.

“I’m glad to hear that. It’s been a while since I’ve taught lessons like this.” You wondered what he meant. Had he been a surf instructor in the past or did he mean with someone like you, one-night stand turned student? His words piqued your interest, and you just couldn’t let them go.

“What do you mean?” You asked, moving out of position and letting his hands fall from your sides.

“Oh, it’s a long story.” He tried to brush the topic off, but you could see his eyes swirling with memories.

“I have all day,” you pointed out. Besides your lesson with Yixing, you didn’t have any other plans. You were sure Baekhyun wouldn’t mind if you stayed out later than usual, he was probably preoccupied anyways.

Yixing mulled over the idea for a moment before nodding. He stood up and held his hand out for you to grab, pulling you up. “There’s a good food place nearby, we can talk there.” You nodded, glad that your perseverance worked, and reminded yourself that this outing was strictly professional -- between student and instructor, and nothing more.

----

It was over a bowl of chips and salsa that Yixing told you all about his career as a surf instructor. It had started when he had moved to the town a couple years back, and spent his first summer learning to surf before deciding to teach it himself. The thought of his ambition made you smile, seeing the pure intentions behind his actions. There was warmth and softness in his voice as he talked about all the students he had encountered, from young children to first-timers, and you listened intently to all the stories he indulged you in.

“So why did you stop?” you asked, grabbing another chip and popping it in your mouth.

Yixing’s previous smile dropped, eyes losing a bit of their brightness, and you worried you hit a sensitive topic.

“I had a pretty bad wipeout a couple months back and sprained my back.” Your eyes widened and Yixing noticed since he quickly added, “I’m fine now, I promise. It took a while of resting and some therapy, but it’s healed. Trying to get through that and working at the shop kept me from starting lessons again, though. Except for with you, of course.”

Your face warmed at his words. He was really making it difficult not to crush hard, with the way he made you feel so special.

“Well, thank you...for teaching me.”

Yixing shook his head. “No, thank you. Without you and your brother, I’m not sure I would’ve gotten back into lessons. I didn’t realize how much I missed it.”

His words were completely sincere, and you could feel a pure passion and honestly behind them. It was slightly overwhelming, so you just smiled before looking back down at your bowl of chips. Throwing one into your mouth, you hoped to not have to respond, not exactly sure what to say. It wasn’t hard to feel the way Yixing stared at you though, pressuring gaze heavy on your skin.

You looked back up, catching his eyes, and awkwardly laughed. “Do I have something on my face or?”

You didn’t expect Yixing to grin, chuckling. “Actually,” he pointed towards the corner of your mouth, “Salsa.”

Immediately your hand shot up to wipe at your lips, embarrassment flooding your cheeks. Yixing watched, before shaking his head. “You missed a spot.”

He hesitated for a moment, body still before his hand lifted off the table slowly, reaching out towards you. His eyes locked with yours, silently asking for permission, and when you shifted slightly to move closer, his thumb pressed feather-light against the skin at the upturn of your lip. With a quick swiping motion, he pushed the salsa towards your mouth, hand stilling when he felt your lips part and wrap around his fingertip. Yixing’s eyes darkened, holding your stare intensely as your tongue laved over his finger to clean it before pulling back with a pop.

You weren’t sure where the sudden confidence came from, but it just felt so right. Avoiding anything with Yixing was growing to become a harder and harder task, and you wanted to ditch it all together.

“You make it so hard for me to hold back,” he whispered into the air between you, and you weren’t sure whether he meant to say the words in his head or out loud, but it didn’t matter. You had heard them anyway, and they only pushed you to lean closer, bent over the small table you were sharing, behind the back of whatever food place you had sat down at.

“Then don’t.”

Yixing’s hand was back on your skin in less than a second, but this time it was gently holding your cheek, pulling your chin up while he leaned across the table. The kiss was softer than any you had shared previously, starting as a simple peck, before it developed into something more romantic. One moment your mouths were just lightly brushing over each other, and the next second Yixing’s tongue had parted your lips, swirling around your own.

It wasn’t hard to forget everything around you with how the kiss made you feel, but you had enough sense in you to pull away after a couple moments. You were still in public, and despite your table being secluded from the rest of everyone, you wanted to be careful. You smiled as Yixing chased your lips when you moved away, whine bubbling up in his throat when you sat back down in your chair.

With a dopey grin, he fell back in his seat, eyes sparkling.

You were screwed.

----

It didn’t take long for Yixing to become a normal part of your summer schedule.

There weren’t any labels on your relationship, which made you relieved, but you knew for anyone around it seemed like you were dating. On days he was working, you’d be found at the surf shop keeping him company through the long hours. Like the day you had come in, it wasn’t usually super busy, which left you both with a lot of time together. It was a blessing and a curse. Long conversations brought you closer, but you knew it was risky to open up too much to each other. The ending of summer was always at the back of your mind, but you tried to push it away as much as possible, wanting to enjoy the time you did have with Yixing.

If the shop was closed, Yixing would be at the beach house bright and early, greeting you with a morning kiss and breakfast from whatever small food shop he had passed on his way over. Baekhyun was always the one to let him in, and at first, you had felt awkward with the dynamic, but they surprisingly got along well. Sometimes, Baekhyun would tease the two of you or complain about how you were ‘eye-fucking way too much’ and needed to ‘take it to the other room,’ but he was generally supportive.

Baekhyun was out fairly often, out at the bar or catching waves, which left you and Yixing with plenty of time on your hands that you took to full advantage. It didn’t take you long to learn that Yixing had a moaning kink, and was set on getting you to make as much as noise as possible whenever you had sex. To his luck, you weren’t too hard to crack, and one skilled roll of his hips would have you whining out his name in only a few seconds flat. Whether he had you pinned against your bed or pressed against the wall in the back of the shop, you’d fall apart in his hold, and the sight of you gasping and jerking in pleasure would burn into his mind.

Other nights were completely lust-free, and you’d cuddle up on the couch or in bed to watch movies or just talk. One time, you spent the day watching surfing movies, and laughing through the whole thing as Yixing pouted over how unrealistic and cliche they were. Surfing became a weekly occurrence as well, with your lessons continuing, though including much more kissing and touching this time around. Sometimes Baekhyun would join you, and other times he wouldn’t, usually complaining that you were ‘basically fucking right in front of me’ anytime you and Yixing shared any PDA.

The beach became a safe place for the two of you. Hours were spent walking across the length of sand, hands intertwined as you listened to the waves crashing against the shore. It was always during those times that your conversations would take a deeper turn. Yixing would open up more about his injury, and the pain he felt during those long months, and you’d listen intently to his every word.

In return, you’d rant about your busy life, and how this summer was the first cooldown you had in what felt like years. Yixing would squeeze your hand a little tighter when you got worked up, and the soft warmth of his touch would always be enough to pull you back to the present.

Unfortunately, whenever you talked about anything from your life, you neglected to mention that it all took place hours away from where you stood with Yixing then. You hated yourself for not bringing up the fact that after summer ended you’d be going back to the hustle and bustle of your hectic life, and that this trip to the beach was simply a few months escape. You just wanted to hold onto these moments for as long as you could, and not think about how someday soon they’d have to end.

You had fallen for Yixing, and the feeling scared you. It wasn’t hard to tell he felt the same way, and with only a few weeks until autumn arrived, you didn’t know how to break the news to him.

You never expected him to find out one late night snuggled in bed. You were pressed against his bare chest, hands tracing over where his heart was, drawing shapes across his skin. He was still catching his breath as he asked your schedule for the next couple weeks, wanting to know if you could help him at the shop while he worked on surfing lessons. After teaching you, he had started offering help to others, and you were shocked by how many people started asking for his instruction. He was practically the surfing legend of the town, and people were jumping at the chance to get a one-on-one lesson from him. Of course, that meant his hours at the shop were limited, and asking you to help him out seemed like his best chance at being able to balance the workload.

You tensed in Yixing’s hold as he asked you again, voice soft as he waited for a response. Within the next two weeks, you’d be packing up and leaving. It had snuck up on you so quickly, and taking a deep breath, you told Yixing the truth.

“I’m heading back home in a week and a half,” you whispered, hoping he wouldn’t hear the words and you could just pretend it wasn’t happening, but with the way his arms tightened around you, you knew he had understood every word. “This trip was just for the summer.”

You didn’t look up, head still resting on his chest to avoid seeing his reactions. He didn’t move or respond, and you weren’t sure whether to be relieved or nervous. All Yixing did was hold you closer, and kiss the top of your head, whispering a soft “ok,” against your hair. It was clear the conversation was over, and with that you fell asleep in his arms, hoping that he wouldn’t feel the few tears that streamed down your cheek. He just prayed you didn’t turn around and see his quivering lip or the dampness at the corner of his eyes.

----

Yixing’s clothes that had previously been scattered around the floor the night before were nowhere to be seen the next morning, nor was his presence in the house. There was no note on a receipt, with a heart and good morning message like he always left on mornings he had to leave early. There was only the coldness of once warm sheets, and the uneasy feeling settling deep in your stomach.

He didn’t call. He didn’t text.

You tried to reach out, but Yixing didn’t respond. A part of you wanted to be shocked, but deep down you knew it was your fault. You were the one who had led him on, and despite your efforts not to, the feelings you had around him had been too hard to resist.

You told yourself it was fine. You had planned on this happening since the beginning, after your first night together. Yixing was just a one-night stand. The words burned your throat as you whispered them out loud to yourself, as if putting them in the air would make the real. As if they would reduce your countless days and nights spent together to a drunken mistake.

The suitcase you had stuffed in the back of your closet made its way to your bed, open and empty and waiting for you to stuff all your clothes and regrets inside. Over time, the beach house grew more and more empty as you and Baekhyun cleared out your things. He didn’t ask any questions about your sudden decrease in mood or the lack of Yixing’s presence, and you were sure he knew what happened.

Before you knew it, the day had come for you to leave. Baekhyun had helped you carry your baggage out to your car, and you felt comforted by his sympathetic smile as he hugged you goodbye at the door. He had to stick behind for a few more days to finish things up with the rental, and even though you had offered to help, Baekhyun knew it was better for you to get home sooner than later. Neither of you had to explain why.

“Thank you for all of this,” you sighed, squeezing him tightly. Baekhyun returned the embrace before pulling back, patting your shoulder affectionately. You started to pull away, ready to leave, when suddenly Baekhyun grabbed your hand.

“Wait.” He stopped you in your tracks. “I think you forgot something.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, confusion evident on your face. You had spent well over a week packing, surely you hadn’t left something behind.

“What?”

Baekhyun smiled, before tilting his head to signal behind you. Immediately, you turned, shocked to see Yixing leaning against your car, hands twisting nervously together. You looked back at Baekhyun, shaking your head slightly as you felt a lump gather in your throat.

Baekhyun squeezed your hand, nodding. “Just talk to him.” With that, he stepped back into the house, leaving you standing in front of the closed door.

Taking a deep breath, you turned around, head tilted down to avoid eye contact. With a few shaky steps, you walked down steps at the door, making your way to your car.

“Baekhyun told me you were leaving today,” were the first words Yixing said, tone solemn and voice shaky. “I needed to say goodbye.”

“You didn’t have to come,” you responded, hand reaching out to grab your car door handle. It was too much, saying goodbye to Yixing. Leaving without a word would be better on your heart, giving you a sliver of hope that it wouldn't be the last time you’d see each other. It wasn’t enough for Yixing, though, since he reached out and grabbed your wrist, turning you to face him.

“Look at me,” he pleaded, free hand reaching up to lightly hold your chin. He tilted your head up, and you immediately fell into a trance staring into his deep brown eyes, more emotion hidden behind them than you had ever seen.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, hoping the words would be enough. “I should have told you.”

Yixing nodded sadly. “You should have.” You tried to turn away, not wanting to hear anything else, but Yixing cupped your cheek and kept you in place. “But it wouldn’t have changed anything. I still would have spent these months with you, regardless of what the outcome would be.”

“Why?” you asked, looking up at him in disbelief.

Yixing smiled, and you tried to not notice how his eyes glazed over with tears. “Because Y/N, don’t you see how happy you make me?’

“But I lied to you.”

Yixing sighed, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. “No, you didn’t. You were just trying to keep me happy, which is what you did. I reacted negatively. I should have talked it out with you. Instead, I ran away. It wasn’t until a few days later that I realized what an asshole I had been, and how much better my life was with you in it.”

You reached up and brushed your thumb over his cheekbone, the feeling of his warm skin under your palm just as familiar as you remembered it. “Do you mean it?”

“Of course I do.” He chuckled, and you smiled along with him. “And even if you have to leave right now, it doesn’t have to mean forever. I’ll wait however long I need to see you again.”

You didn’t respond, just pressed your lips against his, both of you letting out a sigh of relief as your soft skin met his. It wasn’t a sweet kiss or a lust filled one, it was an emotional one, with a promise held behind it.

“Till next time.”

----

The drive seemed like it took a million years, anticipation making it feel like you’d never reach your destination. The second you parked you were jumping out of your car, following the path that was still so familiar despite the fact that it had been months since you’d walked those streets.

The air still smelled of salt and freshness, but with a hint of spice and warmth as the restaurants and cafes nearby brought out their autumn specials. The once vibrant signs had been replaced with more toned down neutral colors, tans and browns giving off a cozy vibe. The summer energy was gone, replaced with a calm silence, the only sound around the crunch of fallen leaves.

The shop stood the same, still slightly out of place, but just as put together as you had left it. With a deep breath, hands shaking, you pushed the door open, slightly surprised by the small bell sound that signaled your arrival. That was new. The space behind the counter was empty, and you smiled, not at all surprised.

“I’ll be with you in a minute! Do you need any help?” The soft sweet voice flowed through the open door at the back, and you stayed silent, not wanting to ruin the surprise. While you waited, nervousness bubbling up in your stomach, you took a quick glance around the store. It was pretty much the same, except for a few minor changes. Full body wetsuits had replaced the short ones, and now wooden surfboards leaned against the wall.

You heard footsteps growing closer, and turned to the door with a smile.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, did you need any--” Yixing stopped when he saw you, shock evident on his face before it morphed into pure happiness. He was next to you in less than a second, scooping you into his arms as he squeezed you tightly.

You giggled as he cupped your face, leaving soft kisses across every place he could reach -- your nose, forehead, cheeks, and lastly your lips, capturing them in a soft peck.

“I don’t think I need any help,” you murmured against his mouth, smile curling up the ends of your lips. “I found exactly what I need.”

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