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distantdarlings · 5 months

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HESITATING // t. nott

RATING: R / 3.9K WORDS

Theodore Nott x Fem Reader Insert

+ SUMMARY - *Requested, based on this* After a trip to Hogsmeade, you realize that Theo seems to get an awful lot of attention from girls. To avoid getting hurt, you start to distance yourself from him to rid yourself of your crush. But Theo is not having it. (Smut)

+ WARNINGS - SMUT! No protection - piv, praise kink, slight body worship, biting (one time), fem reader, language, one time skip, dom!Theo (lmk if I missed any)

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

more than friends - Isabel LaRosa

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Your eyes found the clock on your bedside table. You were supposed to meet Theo in the Great Hall in ten minutes, yet you stood completely still in your dorm, switching back and forth between two outfits. It was a Saturday, and you didn’t have the usual crutch of your school uniform, hence the inability to decide.

As the year progressed, the temperature dropped outside as well as within the castle. When chills were scattered across your arms in class, your teeth were almost clacking together. At the thought, a small shiver went through you.

You decided on a heavier sweater and jeans, noting that if you were cold in the warmth of your dorm, you’d likely be cold in the stone Great Hall.

You slipped the outfit on, selecting a thick pair of socks and a ratty pair of shoes you’d had since fourth year. It wasn’t the most stunning style, but it was efficient and comfortable. Five minutes to go.

You slipped your wand into your back pocket and headed toward the hallway, slipping the dorm door closed behind you. Theo was likely already there with his group of friends, ones you liked to call friends, as well. The sons of big names around Hogwarts and the wizarding world, in general, though they were just boys to you.

As you arrived at the grand doors of the Great Hall, the boys in question caught your eye and shot excited waves at you. While some of them had a bit more pride than others, they always seemed happy to see you. A smile broke across your face as you walked over to the Slytherin table, claiming the space between Theo and Mattheo.

“Hello there, darling,” Theo purred in your ear when the group went back to their conversation. A twinge of heat flared in your chest. You hid a smile.

“Miss me?” You asked, voice low. He smiled.

“Of course I did.” He threw a playful arm over your shoulder. Though it seemed to be a friendly gesture, it felt like a claim to you. A claim by him placed onto you, alerting all who you belonged to. It made you embarrassingly happy.

“Any plans today, boys?” You asked. The group turned to you.

“Actually, we were thinking of heading down to Hogsmeade for the day,” Mattheo said. “We were going to ask if you wanted to go with us?”

“I’d love to, as long as I’m not forcing myself on the group,” you said, only half-joking.

“Of course not,” said Enzo, a sweet smile on his face. “We love hanging out with you.”

“Yeah?” You teased. Mattheo rolled his eyes.

“You know we like you,” he joked, running a mean hand over your head, tousling your hair. You exclaimed and pushed his hand away, laughing along with the dark boy.

“We definitely do,” Theo laughed, pulling you tighter against him for a moment.

“Well, alright,” You laughed. “Heading there now?”

“Yes!” Enzo clapped his hands together and stood, already headed toward the door. The rest of you laughed and made to follow him.

“What about jackets? It’s cold out there!” You exclaimed, rubbing your hands over your arms.

“Ah, I’ve prepared for that,” Theo said, picking up two jackets that had been placed beside where he’d once sat. You hadn’t noticed them originally.

He selected the smaller brown one and slipped it over your shoulder while he pushed his arms through the black one.

“Theo!” You exclaimed, running your hands over the nice corduroy material. “Where on earth did you get this? Whose is this?”

“Yours, of course,” he laughed as the four of you exited the castle and headed down the cobblestone path to Hogsmeade.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“Call it an early Christmas gift,” he said, smiling smugly.

“You can’t be serious!”

“Of course I am,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I saw it in one of the shops last weekend and thought of you.”

If you weren’t the wiser, you’d have thought your heart had melted and poured down through your rib cage. A blush filled your cheeks and your stomach at the thought of Theo thinking of you and then buying something.

“Thank you, Theo,” you sighed. He laughed and shrugged it off as if he hadn’t just made your whole week, if not your whole decade.

The whole way down to Hogsmeade, your heart refused to let go of your brain. The pink filter that had been placed before your eyes glowed brightly. This little crush of yours seemed to have elevated a bit, but you’d never admit that, of course.

The group stopped before the Three Broomsticks, eager to slip into the cozy building’s warmth and order several rounds of Butterbeer.

The four of you pushed through the door and selected a round booth near one of the back windows. Enzo and Mattheo headed to the front counter to order for the group.

“Have you got any plans for the rest of the day?” Theo asked, naturally sliding his arm around the back of the booth behind you.

“Well, if you’ll have me, I’d love to stick with the three of you,” you suggested.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he smiled, playfully tugging on a piece of your hair. He was hoping you’d say that?

“Here we are!” Enzo cheered, placing two pints of Butterbeer on the table before the two of you. Mattheo was close behind him, carrying two for the both of them. They slid into the booth beside Theo, with you and Mattheo on the ends and Theo and Enzo between you. It felt comfortable.

Between each of your smiles, all with different personalities, you’d found a very safe space to stay. Every moment with these people made up a memory you knew you’d remember until you could no longer. Nothing could have ruined this evening.

“Oh, my God!” A loud voice said, drawing the syllables out. The four of you turned to look at the unfamiliar face standing before your table. “Teddy? Is that you?”

“Teddy?” You asked, wrinkling your nose at the nickname.

“Holy shit. Laverna!” Theo laughed. “How long has it been?”

“A while! I’ve just been visiting recently and thought I’d stop by Hogsmeade after not having seen it for so long.”

The girl standing before your table was incredibly gorgeous, with flowing platinum hair that reached the bottom of her spine and shocking blue eyes. Her skin appeared flawless and luminescent beneath the comforting lights within the restaurant. A fire of jealousy broiled in your chest.

“Guys, this is Laverna,” Theo introduced her. “We were pretty close before her family moved to France, and she transferred to Beauxbatons.”

“That’s me!” she giggled. It sounded like she even had a hint of a French accent. You struggled not to roll your eyes.

“I was just going to get a drink. Do you want to catch up a bit?” she asked.

Theo ushered Mattheo and Enzo out of the booth. A bit confused, they got to their feet and allowed the boy next to them to slide out and give a hug to the beautiful woman. You sipped your Butterbeer.

The other two boys sat back down and glanced up at you in scattered patterns. You ignored their eyes. You were pretty sure they knew about your little crush. Scratch that. They definitely knew.

Over your shoulder, you could hear the two of them laughing and carrying on. You attempted to ignore the burning in your cheeks. Mattheo and Enzo nursed their drinks, fidgeting randomly.

A few moments of randomized chatting passed before Theo finally came back, a poignant smile still painted over his lips. You looked away from him.

“Sorry about that,” he laughed, scooting in next to Mattheo. You tried not to think about the fact that he didn’t sit next to you. You were being dramatic.

“Alright, where to next?” He asked. The four of you discussed what to do with the rest of your day with random store names circling about. The final agreement was to head over to Honeydukes to enjoy some of their Christmas sales, and so Enzo could stock the small jar that sat beneath his bed. He tended to snack throughout the night as he was tending to assignments, refusing sleep.

You gathered together and made your way through the small town, window-shopping here and there. Every time you pouted over Theo’s seemingly obvious interest in the gorgeous girl, you remembered the jacket currently around you. Theo cared about you. Was it the way you wanted him to? You weren’t sure.

Once inside the colorful store, the four of you split and wandered your separate ways, each looking for different sweets. You always headed right toward the chocolate frogs, eager to extend your vast collection of cards. Perhaps it was a bit childish, but who cared? It was a fun hobby.

You stopped before the rack piled high with the blue boxes and stared. You tried to guess which one would have a card you’d never gotten before, conjuring up every ounce of intuition you had.

With another second of thought, you chose the one sitting on the shelf directly in front of your face. You were excited to open it with Theo; he always loved to see you add to your collection.

You turned the box over in your hands, examining the packaging. Out of the corner of your eye, a flash of red caught your attention. You turn to the left and notice Theo laughing aloud, talking with that same girl, Laverna, and another girl. A dark-haired goddess with blushed cheeks and a perfect figure. Fuck’s sake.

The urge to crush the chocolate box in your hand flashed through your mind. You rolled your eyes and headed further into the store, trying to put distance between the two of you.

Mattheo was standing against a wall, browsing a rack of magazines, occasionally picking one to flip through. You stopped before him, leaning up against the same wall.

“Pouting, are you?” He asks, not looking up from the magazine in his hands. You scoff.

“No, I’m not…I’m just…,” you sigh and close your eyes.

“Just in love?” He asked, glancing up at you with a smirk.

“Fuck off,” you groaned. Was it that obvious? Maybe it was. You didn’t know. An exhausted sigh left your lips.

Uproarious laughter sounded from the corner. You recognized one of the laughs as Theo’s. The others belonged to women. That was it.

“Okay, I’m heading back to the castle,” you said, throwing your hands up. “Tell Theo I wasn’t feeling well or something.”

“What? Are you sure?” Mattheo asked, finally dropping the magazine. “We still want you here with us.”

“It’s okay, I’m just tired,” you said. “I think I’ll just head back for a nap until dinner.” And with that, you paid for your candy and headed back to the castle.

xxx

Over the next week, you made an unintentional decision to skip meals with the group. You weren’t trying to avoid them—or maybe you were—but you found yourself wanting to be alone more and more the past few days.

The thought of having to see Theo after Saturday, when he had the attention of half the girls in Hogsmeade, made you want to vomit. Perhaps it was jealousy pushing you away, but it was your anxiety keeping you there. Every time you thought of heading back to eat with the group, you reminded yourself that Theo hadn’t tried to reach out since you’d stopped seeing them. If he wanted to, he would, right?

With your decision to keep away from the boys for a while, you’d taken to eating in your dorm over your lunch break. Nobody else was ever in there, and it was kind of comfortable, to be honest. You would nibble on your meal and read, or draw, or whatever came to mind, and it was nice and quiet.

You set your book on your bed and gathered the little meal you’d prepared for yourself. Pulling the covers back, you settled in and grabbed your novel. This was absolutely lovely after a busy morning.

Just as you’d begun to settle yourself into the routine you’d started the previous week, two shouts of your name shot through the air. Before the disappointment and onset of anxiety came shock. Was that Theo?

Rapid steps grew closer and closer until the dormitory door echoed a gentle knock as if the person behind it had slowed down just as they’d arrived.

“Um…who is it?” You asked awkwardly.

“Baby, it’s Theo,” a breathless voice came from behind the door. “Please open the door. Please. I need to talk to you.”

Baby? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? The shocked mantra rushed through your head as you shakily ripped your comforter away, ignoring your food and book.

You slowly pulled the door open, seeing a nervous Theo. His eyes were shot with blushed red, and his lips were swollen. Had he been crying?

“Theo, what—?”

“Please, can I come in?” he asked. His breath exited his body in short, rough pants. You nodded wide-eyed and moved out of the way. He pushed into the room, walking to the center of the room. His hands pushed through his hair repeatedly.

You pushed the door closed and pushed the lock. When you turned, he did the same, eyes on yours. His eyebrows were furrowed together, desperation painted on his face. His lips were parted, his eyes wanting.

“What is it—?”

“You have to tell me what I’ve done,” he begged. “I feel like I’m going crazy.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean! Where have you been? You’ve been gone for days; the boys say you’re mad at me, that you might not come back—what the fuck are they talking about?” he demands, his eyes wide.

Your lips parted stupidly. No words came, no matter how hard you searched for them. The only thought that could process within your brain was how you were gonna kill Enzo and Mattheo for saying such stupid things to him. If anything, they were likely trying to get him to come and talk to you—which, it seems, has worked.

“Theo,” you cave, “it’s not that I wasn’t returning or mad at you…I was…” You could barely get the words out. He watched you with intent and pressure. It felt as though you were about to suffocate.

“What? Please tell me. What’s wrong?” He begged, his voice cracking. He moved toward you, his hands raising to touch you, then hesitating and dropping. A line of shimmering tears pool within his eyes, and the pure shock of seeing Theo about to cry had your lips parting again.

“I was…,” you groan, “…jealous.” You practically whispered the last part.

“Wait, what?” He gasped, his eyes widening even further.

“Theo, please don’t make me repeat it,” you sighed, pressing your hands to your face. “I’m embarrassed as is, I was jealous of those girls from last Saturday. I felt like every time I saw you, you were making another girl laugh, and they were all fucking perfect, of course, and I-I like you so much, Theo—”

His hands pressed to either side of your face, his fingers tight and warm. His eyes were widened, his breaths heavy.

“No more,” he breathed, “please, tell me to stop, and I will, but I have to…”

His lips pressed roughly to yours, his breath more like pants. He kissed you like you were air, his lips desperate and biting. The sound he pressed against your mouth was like one of relief. You gasped against him, finally realizing where you truly were and what was happening. Your fingers tightened in his hair, begging him closer to you.

“I n-need you,” he shivered against your lips, breath shuddering. You nodded fervently, barely having time to wrap your arms around his neck as his hands placed themselves around your thighs. He yanked you into the air and placed himself on your bed, settling you over his lap. The way he’d forced you to straddle him pressed his firming core against yours, sending a shock of excitement through your body.

His fingers began to quickly work the buttons of your shirt apart. When the fabric was finally split down the middle, he pressed his mouth to the top of your breasts, mouthing hot kisses against the soft flesh there. You sighed softly, letting your head fall back to allow him all the necessary room.

“Wanted you for so long,” he mumbles against you. Your fingers brush through his curled hair, gently scraping against his scalp every so often. The feeling of his lips against you made your heart race to the point of beating against his tongue.

Much to your dismay, he pulled away and shoved you back. You fell against the foot of the bed, completely helpless as he climbed over you. The domineering air he carried with him spread over your body, rendering it pliant beneath his searing touch.

His fingers gently cradled your hips as he worked his mouth over your stomach, dipping his tongue across every curve and dip, savoring the taste of sweat that slid down your skin. As his lips heated your skin, the shaking breaths he blew through his nose cooled it down and had you reeling. The ceiling above you was all but spinning.

He followed the curve of your body all the way up to your mouth, allowing his tongue to learn every inch of your abdomen. When his lips found yours again, the both of you were panting. The only thing standing between the two of you was your uniforms.

With a burst of confidence thanks to his session of worship, you gently cradled him in your hands, applying slight pressure against his most sensitive area. At the touch, he choked against you, sucking in a rough breath.

“Please,” he moaned. “Let me fuck you. I'll do anything.” He whispered your name. Over and over and over. Begging and begging.

“Anything?” You smirked, watching as his eyes seemed to well up with the same liquid. He nodded quickly.

“I want you to do whatever you want to me,” you whispered. And if it wasn’t like giving someone a million bucks.

“Thank you,” he whispered, a wave of relief washing across his face. The obvious desire written across his face and actions had you feeling wanted and gorgeous. The confidence built by the second.

His fingers quickly found the hem of your skirt and pushed it up over your thighs. At the sight of the thin bottoms you had on, a slow moan pushed itself between his lips. “Fuck,” he whispered.

His thumb came down to slowly swipe down the center of your core through your bottoms. You jolted at the soft action, not prepared for it. A smile spread over his face.

He gently pushed the fabric to the side, reveling in the feeling of the white lace against his fingertips. Once he’d revealed you, an even louder moan escaped from him. Only a moment passed before he pressed two fingers to his lips, coating them with a thick layer of saliva. He pulled them from his lips and began to lather you in himself.

Your lips parted in a breathy whine at the feeling. His fingers were gentle but direct, only brushing the most sensitive spots before slowly filling you up to the hilt of his fingers.

“Fuck, you just opened right up for me,” he groaned. His words sent shocks of lightning through your stomach. His skilled fingers stretched you out perfectly, preparing you for what was to come. The want in his eyes was growing darker and darker, imagining the next few minutes. It was all too much; you couldn’t wait any longer.

“Please, Theo, just fuck me,” you whined, “no more.”

“Yeah, baby? I’m gonna fuck you, don’t worry about that,” he whispered. “‘ve been dreaming about this cunt for months.” He makes quick work of his trousers, roughly ripping the clinking belt from its loops. He separates the button and pushes them down, revealing the dark briefs that framed every muscular curve.

He separated your legs and placed himself neatly between them. His hands reached down to agonizingly trace himself up and down your core. You moaned at the feeling, bucking your hips against his warmth. You attempted to salvage any of his warmth, begging for the feeling of him within you.

When he finally pushed himself into you, there was no resistance. The sounds that left your mouth chorused each other, echoing across the dorm room. He gave only a few seconds for you to adjust before building his pace rapidly. The pure length of him hit everything within you with ease. This time, there were tears welling up in your eyes as he abused every inch of you.

Sweet nothings left his mouth as he pushed roughly into you. His strong hips showed no weakness, and the hands that gripped you branded bruises against your flesh. Every second of this moment would visit you for years to come, promising you’d never find someone like Theo. He was the body made to fit perfectly against yours, with the intent to love and please and hold. And, fuck, if he wasn’t doing exactly that.

As he worked you closer and closer to the end, he reached down and pulled you quickly against his chest. Out of habit, your arms wrapped around his neck. Despite the change in position, he never let up on his speed or brutality. The only thing you could feel was his strong hands bouncing you up and down him. His teeth pressed into your neck, piercing the soft flesh there. And that was what did it for you.

You finished around him hard and heavy, your limbs becoming pathetically weak. As you came down from your high, you could barely keep your hold around him. His arms tightened around you, holding you up as he fucked himself into you, harder and harder, until he was coming, too. The feeling of his release pouring within you and every thrust he performed to push it back within you pulled you out for the final moment.

Stars danced around your head as he finally set you back down against the bed, his touch so gentle in comparison to what he had done prior. The contrast of his touch against you as he pushed the wet hair clinging to your forehead was blinding. You sighed contently as he lay next to you, eyes watching you closely.

“I’m sorry I was so emotional,” he whispered. “I thought I was going to lose you forever…before I’d even had the chance to tell you what kind of feelings I was harboring.”

“What kind of feelings?” you whispered back, turning over to face him.

“That I’m completely in love with you and have been for a long time.” Your heart swelled at the confession. Quiet giggles spilled from your mouths at the realization of what he was saying.

“I’m in love with you too, Theo,” you laughed. “That’s why I was so jealous.”

“Because I’m so sexy?” he teased. You rolled your eyes and placed a playful smack on his arm.

The moments that followed were filled with quiet laughs and sweet kisses. And before either of you had noticed, you’d both drifted off against each other. Afternoon classes were a lost cause, as was the hope of meeting back up with Mattheo and Enzo for dinner, but neither of you minded.

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just-jordie-things · 4 months

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Jordie sometimes I think about Yuta dropping me off after our first date and then after saying bye and closing the door on him the doorbell would ring and as soon as it’s opened he steals a kiss help my brainrot

god LOVE bc he wants to be a gentleman and take it slow but...

as far as first dates go, it might not have been perfect, but neither of you would go home complaining. all night your heart was aflutter- from the way he opened every door for you, pulled your chair out for you, and made sure to walk on the outside of the sidewalk, you were swooning every time you turned your head.

you'd been crushing on yuuta for some time now, so this didn't come as a surprise to you. it seemed everything he did was charming or endearing. so when he got out of the car to walk you to your door, your heart rate only picked up knowing what would come next.

maybe it was just your crush taking over your brain, but you had a feeling he was a good kisser, and you really, really wanted to put the theory to the test.

"i had a really great time tonight," yuuta would say, and he'd mean every word. his smile would be bashful, his hands would be tucked in his pockets, and he would look radiant basked in the soft yellow of your porch light. "do you... think you'll let me take you out again?"

(you've already made plans for your second date after passing a cute cafe that just opened, but you think it's so cute that he asked you properly that you decide not to tease him for it)

((yet))

"i'd like that very much" you'd say, soft and sweet, your knees weakening by the second as you wait for some sort of signal. a flicker of his eyes to your lips, a lean, anything.

instead, he reaches out to squeeze your hand gently as he bids you goodnight. but just as you're about to get onto the tips of your toes, he's releasing your hand, and stepping off your porch.

for a minute, you stand there and stare at him dumbfounded as he walks back to his car. you don't know if you should feel disappointed or heart-warmed by the lack of kiss.

maybe he didn't kiss on first dates? maybe it wasn't personal? you'd made sure to pop a mint in your mouth after dinner after all- and it burned your tongue when you let it sit too long for nothing?

making your way inside, you tell yourself that there will be other chances- it's not like you absolutely had to have a kiss goodnight to mark the conclusion of a date- a really, really nice date.

but a kiss would've been nice.

you kick off your cute first-date shoes and drop your purse beside them as you move to shrug off your coat. you refuse to let disappointment cloud the rest of an otherwise lovely evening! but you can't help the slight sink of your heart every time you replay it all and come to the end.

on the fourth replay, you've hung up your coat and purse and are just about to tuck your shoes into the closet, when the ring of your doorbell startles you upright.

you answer the door almost embarrassingly fast- even though you were still standing there and there was no reason not to open it right away- but you're frozen still when you see yuuta there.

your surprise is quickly overridden by delight as you smile at him warmly, always so happy to see him, even if it has been five minutes.

was this puppy love? the honeymoon phase?

"yuuta," you greet him sweetly, tilting your head ever so slightly to display your surprise.

you don't have the opportunity to question him or invite him in or anything, because just as soon as his name falls from your lips, he's wrapping his hands around your waist and his lips are on hers and he's kissing her-

oh, he's kissing you.

the shock melts away into something more pleasant... something soft and warm and so consuming that you have to brace your hands against his collarbone to make sure you didn't get too dizzy.

it was the perfect first kiss, even with the delay. he kisses you the same way he compliments you, softly and surely, and yet again you find yourself swooning. yuuta was a charmer through and through.

it's not a long kiss by any means, but when you part, you have to gasp for air, eyes fluttering wide open with unadultered excitement, only to find yuuta already smiling down at you. his face is flushed, his tongue darts over his bottom lip to savor the hint cherry vanilla just a moment longer, and you almost dared to lean up and steal another kiss.

"couldn't leave without it, huh?" you can't help but tease this time.

yuuta chuckles, you had no idea.

"didn't even make it out of the driveway" ___

yuuta sitting in his car turning it on and off debating on if it was too forward to go up there and kiss you:

#yuuta brainrot #okkotsu yuuta x reader #yuuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #okkotsu x reader #okkotsu yuuta imagine #yuuta okkotsu imagine #okkotsu yuta x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu imagine #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk imagine #jujutsu kaisen imagine

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luvring · 1 year

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HOW FANS FIND OUT YOU’RE DATING: SAKUSA VER.

gn!reader | timeskip!sakusa

sakusa wanted to marry you. he had said as much drunk and clinging to you, and while sober, falling asleep to your voice and fingers running through his hair. but he knew he’d have to wait, be careful with what could happen if word got out msby’s sakusa kiyoomi had a significant other.

but even kiyoomi couldn’t help himself from getting rings. promise rings, he emphasized to you.

he handed the carefully wrapped box to you, tense, only able to hope you'd like them but ready to return them at your word. you looked up after opening the gift, and his heart skipped a beat. “kiyo—”

“it’s a promise ring,” he said quickly and softly. “they’re just promise rings. don’t worry. i just…” he reached into his pocket to take out his own. his ears embarrassingly hot as he tried to explain, “i wanted us to have them.”

“...unless you don’t like them, or this is still a little–”

“‘omi.” he froze at your voice, and you stepped forward to wrap your arms around his neck as he held you to his chest. “it's perfect. thank you.”

and he’s careful. so, so careful to keep his safe and always on him, even if it's hidden in a pocket somewhere, only out so he can kiss it before each game. and that’s why it's a shock, especially to him, when a reporter comments on it during a press interview.

“sakusa, would that happen to be a ring on your finger there?”

that's all it takes for kiyoomi’s mind to blank. he had fiddled with it while on a call with you, what? 10, 15 minutes ago? and apparently the voices of his teammates caught him so off guard that he forgot to put it away before being called over.

kiyoomi wasn't stupid—the opposite, really. with everyone's eyes on him, he knew there was no believable way out of this. his eyes flicker down to where the band of metal sat and stared back, as if taunting him for his mistake, and all he can say is “yes.”

a grimace pulls at his lips when the camera flashes seem to get brighter at the word, and he can feel the stares of his team and management unintentionally burning holes into him. the reporter moves a little closer. “does that mean—”

“no, i’m not married, or engaged.”

“ah,” she replies, shifting a little in her seat again. her confusion was evident, and she hesitates in confirming, “so it’s just a ring, then?”

“no.”

“i–i’m sorry?”

“it’s a promise ring," kiyoomi explains. and he sees the reporter is about to speak again, but he's quicker. “yes, i'm in a relationship. but that’s all i have to say about it today, thank you.”

so the interview carries on with his announcement in the air, and he can feel an oncoming headache when he overhears the trending headlines and hashtags after they're done. "sakusa kiyoomi confirms he's in a relationship!", "how long has sakusa been dating somebody? is he secretly married?", and apparently threads of images where fans tried to collect evidence for and against it all.

it's too much, and his mind's muddled and reeling by the time he gets home. he doesn't know what to do or what to say next; the only thing kiyoomi knows for certain is that he has to find you. so he takes off his shoes and jacket, padding up to your shared bedroom. slowly, he opens the door to see you in bed on your phone, and he wonders if you're reading the news.

“hey,” you greet him quietly.

“hi.” he breathes. opening your arms, you gesture for him to join you under the covers and he complies easily. he makes his way into your arms, face burying into the crook of your neck. there's a few seconds where neither of you speak until he finally mumbles, “i’m sorry.”

and he knows you know what he’s apologizing for. kiyoomi also knows you won’t be upset, he just thinks you should be; he had one job outside of volleyball, and it was to keep you safe. but your voice remains gentle as you begin to rub circles on his back, “why are you apologizing? you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“tell that to everyone else.”

“well, they all love me so i’m sure i could pull some strings for you. y’know, keep you out of trouble.”

he huffs, “you say that as if it isn’t accurate.” you feel him frown against your skin and a laugh escapes you. hearing the sound, kiyoomi can't stop himself from smiling despite the nerves in his stomach.

he licks his lips and using his thumb, spins the promise ring on his hand before asking you, “you know i won’t tell them anything else, right? unless you wanted to?”

“yeah, of course i do. never worried about that.”

“we’ll have a meeting this week to figure out what to do, or say, or whatever. i’ll—”

“the only thing you’ll be doing right now is resting,” you cut him off. he moves to look up at you and opens his mouth to speak, stopping himself when you run your thumb against the nape of his neck. “you’ve had a long enough day, ‘omi. leave that for tomorrow.”

“but—”

“nope, sleep time. i better hear you snoring.”

he frowns. “i don’t snore.”

“oh really? you’re gonna say that to me?” a smile dances on your lips and kiyoomi scoffs, a smile already on his own, before nudging your cheek with his finger, and you feel the cool metal of his promise against your skin.

“but seriously, we can figure it all out later. and if this is how everyone finds out then, you know. it won't change anything, maybe just the amount of fan edits i get to watch,” you joke lightly.

kiyoomi blinks, both at the news of you watching fan edits and the implication of your words. “you think i'll lose fans?”

“what? oh, no, are you kidding? i think you'll gain a lot. 'hot, brooding volleyball player sakusa kiyoomi is actually a sweetheart who loves having his hair played with—” you let out a yelp as the aforementioned volleyball player suddenly pulls the blanket over your head. the both of you laugh as you take it off and pretend to be offended.

kiyoomi's gaze softens at your reaction, and instead of apologizing he says easily, “i love you.”

the words catch you off guard, but after a second you reply just the same, “i love you too.” and kiyoomi's heart aches at it—the way you comfort and love him so effortlessly. but it's soothed by the sensation of your own ring against his face as you hold his cheek, and the reminder that no matter what happens next, his reputation be damned, you'll both be alright.

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#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa fluff

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fcwoso · 6 months

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Jorts season · Leah Williamson

Summary: leah and reader meet each other at a fashion show, leah's jorts throw reader off but the football player manages to charm reader into going out for a drink

Based on this request :) MASTERLIST

You’ve been modeling for a couple of years now. It had started out pretty randomly, and you didn’t really anticipate the career you have now. It was a friend of yours that asked you to model her self-designed clothes which she had made for a school project. One thing led to another, and you quickly found yourself talking to different model agencies across the country. They fell in love with your unique look, and you were thankful for it because you were now having the time of your life. You were grateful for the opportunities that had come on your path, giving you the possibility to see the world and meet amazing people.

It was a different day today, though. You were invited to a fashion show and found yourself sitting along the guests instead of walking down the runway. You didn't mind, because you had a passion for fashion as well and didn't only enjoy showcasing different items. The show was about to start in a few minutes, so you took place on your designated seat. Luckily, you had a good view and was seated on the first row. Most people had taken place as well and were chatting up with whoever was sat next to them. There was an empty seat next to you and you couldn’t help but wonder who would be arriving last minute to a show like this one. You squinted your eyes and read the nameboard that was resting on it. It said Leah Williamson, English football player.

The name didn't really ring a bell, which wasn't surprising, because you weren't that familiar with the world of football. You had a few friends that were, of course, but you didn't pay it as much attention as they did. The host started with tonight's introduction and thanked everyone for their presence. They were a few minutes in before you suddenly felt a gust of wind hit your skin. Once you looked up, you saw a tall blonde take place next to you. She quietly apologized to the people around you two, probably for walking in late and blocking their view while coming over to where you were sitting. She finally turned around and met your face with a small smile, a dimple appearing on each side of her face. You smiled back and took a quick look at the outfit she was wearing. Her outfit consisted of a pair of jorts, a white blouse and black shoes. Your eyes stayed blocked on the jorts she was wearing, embarrassingly long because you heard a chuckle leave the blonde’s mouth.

You felt yourself growing shy under her gaze, due to the fact that you had been staring the woman down, judgment probably visible on your face. She looked great, beautiful even, but the jorts? ‘’I can tell you’re a fan of these.’’ You heard, feeling an arm graze against yours as you felt the woman’s breath hit your skin. Models were starting to appear, gasps and whispers going around while the crowd was admiring this season’s collection. The blonde next to you wasn’t that interested in the pieces being shown in front of her, you noticed. She was more interested in questioning the stranger who was sitting next to her.

‘’I think they’re…okay.’’ You nodded, not sounding convincing because you weren’t being honest, at all. You just hoped the blonde next to you believed the words you said. She playfully rolled her eyes and nudged you while leaning in again to whisper in your ear. ‘’You can be honest, you know. I just had a friend of me roast me.’’ Leah said, as you remembered her name all of a sudden. You preferred not to be honest as you already started to feel bad for making her question the outfit she was wearing. ‘’I think it suits you.’’ You replied instead, your voice a tone higher than it usually is, probably due to the fact that you were being a lying mess. Leah snorted and shook her head before turning her attention on the models that were passing in front of her. You sneakily glanced at her and admired the rings she was wearing on her slender fingers, the earrings that hung from her ears and the blonde pieces of hair that were slightly covering her face.

The rest of the fashion show was great, you were captivated by the outfits that were being shown. The football player next to you seemed to enjoy them as well, as she was taking pictures of items she was probably interested in. You felt her arm graze across yours every now and then and she even managed to accidently step on your foot. It didn’t hurt, but that didn’t stop Leah from apologizing to you multiple times. You had giggled at her, blue eyes wide open as she cursed herself for being so clumsy.

Once the lights were on and everyone was slowly leaving the big hall, you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. The blonde was being so nice to you while you had been judging her, probably coming across as snobby. So, you decided to apologize as a nice person would do. Both of you had stood up now. Leah’s eyes were flickering from her phone to you, contemplating if she would restart the conversation or leave it as it was. You collected some courage and decided to take a step closer, oblivious to the thought that was racing through to blonde’s mind. Leah put her phone away as soon she saw you walking her way, a nervous smile appearing on her face.

‘’Hey, so-‘’ ‘’I was wonde-‘’ You both blurted out at the same time, stopping your sentences halfway before bursting out in laughter. ‘’You first.’’ She said, allowing you to finish what you were meaning to say. ‘’I just wanted to apologize for earlier.’’ You began, fiddling with your fingers while blue eyes stared at your form. A nice smile was displayed on her face, encouraging you to continue talking. ‘’I was being a bit rude.’’ You finished, softly laughing at your poor attempt of apologizing for your behaviour. Leah shook her head, questioning herself now if she had come across as harsh. ‘’It’s all good.’’ The blonde said and looked at the jorts she was wearing before taking a look at your outfit. The one she had been sneakily eying during the show. ‘’I’m always up for some fashion advice.’’ Was what she said before she took her phone out of her pocket.

‘’I can tell you have a lot to say.’’ You felt even more embarrassed by her teasing words, wishing the ground would swallow you up. ‘’I have time. How about you?’’ Leah smoothly asked before raising an eyebrow. The room was starting to get emptier. Most people had walked out already, probably heading over to the after show. To be fair, you weren’t in the mood to party. You weren’t in the mood for loud music either, or champagne or small talk. You took a look around before returning your eyes on the woman in front of you and nodded. ‘’I have time.’’ You replied, seeing a smile appear on Leah’s face. You both exchanged numbers before parting your ways, deciding to meet up later tonight for a drink. Leah had asked you for your name, of course, because up until the conversation you were ‘’miss judgy face’’. You snorted at her confession, crediting her for the creative name.

‘’I’ll see you later.’’ Was what Leah said as she took you in her arms, giving you a small firm hug before making her way to the exit. She turned around halfway and waved at you. ‘’Don’t worry, I’m changing outfits.’’ You heard her say, making you laugh once again. You waved back and decided it was time to head back to your hotel to rest a little before heading out to meet up with the interesting blonde. You found yourself chuckling at the awkward exchange you had at the start of the show. But let’s be real, Jorts?

#leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #arsenal women #woso x reader #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson one shot #woso #woso community

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phfenomena · 5 months

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❝i’ve been in love with her for ages.❞ || jack champion x f!reader

requested - nope! self indulgent!

a/n - he’s so cute :3 him and the 1975 is just *chefs kiss* i also got very carried away sorry!!

warnings - drinking, marijuana consumption, romcom ass storyline, jacks lowkey an idiot but it’s okay she’s also an idiot, swearing, mentions of egging homes, also mentions of blowing a car up, let me know if i missed any!!

THE HOUSE was lively and loud with chatter, music, and the stomps of the party guests walking upstairs. her hands were filled a large red solo cup full of foul smelling liquor and a joint in her opposite hand. she took a swig of her drink and grimaced as it was going down, burning. she passed the blunt to her left and stood up.

jack was standing off in the opposite corner of the living room with his hometown friends, answering the never-ending questions about acting and how much money he makes. his reply trailed off and his eyes caught her. the only one who didn’t welcome him home last week, and the reason he’s been moping around.

their eyes locked as she was walking towards the hallway, towards him. his heart beat picks up and he takes a drink to feel more confident. she walks right by him, maintaining the staring contest until she was out of sight. he embarrassingly looked down at his shoes and pretended that he was fascinated with the view of his dirty converse.

she closed the bathroom door and leaned her back against it, slamming her head back. her veins feel as if they’re pumping molten lava into her heart, everything burns, including her cheeks. she gazes at her flustered and flushed reflection, wondering why she couldn’t just talk to him without feeling as if she’ll randomly combust.

unbeknownst to them, but they had the same night routine. stare at their bedroom ceiling and think of each other, waves of regret and sadness flowing through them. connecting them by an invisible string. jack wishes it could go back to how it was before he left to pursue acting, how it was when they were kids, how it was when you talked to him. well, why couldn’t it be? he quickly pulled a hoodie on and slipped out of the back door, heading for the house next to his and picking up the small pieces of gravel in the garden.

she swears she hallucinated it, the sound of the rocks battering against her window. hallucinated pulling her curtain back and her worst fears becoming a reality. her bedroom lamp is on, he can see her when she looks down at him. he stares up and mouths the word ‘lake’. she should’ve shook her head no, she should’ve closed the curtain and went to bed, but she nodded and got dressed.

the night air felt fresh against their skin as they walked the short trail throughout the trees behind their houses to the lake, their lake. they haven’t been since he left, and she still hasn’t spoken a word to him. their steps synchronized and he kept glancing up at her, only for a fleeting second.

as the pair of the teenagers sat on the dock, all they could hear was the crickets song and the melody of wind against tree branches. “why won’t you talk to me?” it almost sounds like a whisper, like it should blend in with the wind. she lifted her head up and starting fiddling with her nails. “i don’t want to welcome you back into my life just for you to leave again, jack. it sounds stupid, but you left. and you stopped texting and calling.” he had a solemn expression and his eyebrows were furrowed. “i’m sorry, i was really busy and i didn’t have any time. i didn’t mean to ignore you.” she nods softly and scoffs.

the sun had rose long ago and was now in its zenith, she was still in bed. she wasn’t sleeping or trying to, she just hadn’t gotten up all day. if she looked out her window she’d see jack and his family in their backyard, circled around the grill and laughing. she hates his perfect laugh, his perfect face, but most of all she hates his voice. the way it carried throughout the air and everyone recognized it. but she’s grown to despise it throughout his absence.

‘please just come with us. idk if jack will even be there.’ she stared at the text for what felt like hours. she decided her anger towards him couldn’t ruin her last summer before she went to college, she could have fun and still hate him.

the beach was already littered with cans of varying liquids and the bonfires were at their peak. she was waiting in the parking lot for her friends to meet her there but they insisted she came down to them. she was scanning the sea of bodies, trying to find a familiar face. the second she’d approached the group a drink was shoved into her hand and the music was turned up, which was already deafening.

he sat on the shore with a few friends, drinking. away from the crowd so he could breathe. then he heard her laugh. the sound he’d grown to miss so ardently, but it wasn’t even directed towards him. his mind starts racing at the thought of a random guy making her laugh that loud. she was probably drunk and stumbling on the sand. he stood up, ignoring how light headed he was, and walked towards the sound of her.

she leaned into the boys embrace, his name was ‘tanner’ or ‘tyler, she couldn’t remember. tanner-tyler almost felt like jack if she focused on it enough, but her mind was already fuzzy. her head was thrown back laughing at another funny story from their younger years. the closed her eyes and listened to the group, feeling very tired and not wanting to engage in the party anymore.

his eyes laid on the unholy sight of her with a guy who wasn’t him. his hand all over her, a smile plastered across her face. he approaches the group and accepts all hugs and greetings thrown his way, but his eyes didn’t leave the girl sitting on the sand. he took a seat in a break of the circle of teens, right across from the scene that would possibly haunt his dreams tonight, and forever.

her eyes opened after hearing his name and hearing his voice piping into the stories and adding small details the rest forgot about. her half-lid gaze was flickering between the hands on her waist and thigh and the beautiful boy across from her. she felt as if she’d might throw up, no, she actually had to throw up. she stood up quickly, throwing the hands off of her and mumbled out ‘feel sick’ and beelined for the bushes by the parking lot. jack watched the scene unfold and began following her, calling her name and asking her to slow down.

she dropped to her knees and starting coughing into the sand, he approached quickly and pulled her hair behind her head and starting rubbing small circles in the middle of her back. she couldn’t even be mad at him, not when he was being so gentle while she was throwing up her guts.

she rolled over and sat down on the sand, wiping her mouth. he was squatted in front of her, waiting for something to happen, anything to happen. “thank you.” she managed to croak out through her hoarse throat. he nodded and hummed. “can i take you home? i think you need to go to bed, drank too much.” she nodded and tried standing herself, ultimately depending on jack pulling her up and walking her to his car. gently placing her in the front seat and buckling her seat belt. “i’ll be right back, i just need to tell them i’m taking you home.”

the surprised and confused expressions amongst the group as jack explained where they’re going. the boy who was wrapped around her like an invasive species of vine piped in. “why don’t i take her home? she was all over me, i could’ve gotten real lucky.” his friends pipe in telling him to shut up and hurling insults towards him. “she doesn’t wanna go home with you. trust me.” a small smile on his lips as he walks back to his car.

as he started the car and handed his phone to her to pick a song, her knees were pulled up to her chest and she was staring out of the windshield. “m’ sorry for making you leave. i can take myself home.” he laughs and it surprises her, her eyes moving to him. “absolutely not, you’re too drunk to even know if the light is green.” she smiled in his direction. watching him as he puts an arm behind her seat while reversing out of his parking spot. she hadn’t looked at him much lately, just throughout instagram posts and whatever tiktok edit decided to show up on her home page.

the car ride was filled with music and a tension that felt as if it was absorbing all the oxygen in the vehicle. the car came to a small stop in between of their houses. they just stared at each other. “i know we just got here but i’m really hungry.” she says with a small smile and he laughed, but she didn’t seem to hate it.

the drive through at the taco bell was wrapped around the restaurant. “are we willing to wait half an hour for tacos?” she nodded and went into detail about what she’d do for a taco. they were laughing, together. he remembered the first day he got his drivers liscense and they went out for taco bell, and ate at the top of the hill that overlooks the city. he almost didn’t hear the crackling of the work out speaker through his daydream of memories.

“i can’t believe you remember my order, that’s so funny” it’s sweet, but she couldn’t say that. he laughed as he began turning into the road for the hill. he prayed she wouldn’t notice until they got there, but the way she got quiet and stared at him, she knew. she had focused her gaze on the passing trees and houses. as he turned off the car and pushed his seat back to begin eating, she looked at the city lights. “i haven’t been back here since you…” she trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence that hurts her own feelings.

“i really missed you, it’s so hard looking at our hometown and going by our spots but i’m not with you. the guys had to pull me out of bed tonight so i’d go to the bonfire. i really am sorry for being an absolute asshole and not talking to you.” his voice was shaky but his eyes were gentle and almost looked inviting. “the reason i was so mad that you were leaving is because i had the biggest crush on you since middle school, and we had this great summer and then you just left. i mean, i’m glad you’re back, don’t get me wrong. it was just really hard.” it was the residual alcohol talking now, no filter on her thoughts that reel against her own borders.

“…do you still?” his expression almost looked like he was begging. “do i still, what?” “have the biggest schoolgirl crush on me?” she fought her laugh at his wording but went silent. “i’m sorry, was that the wrong thing to say? i was just joking-” “can you shut up for one second and let me think about what to say?” he went silent and slightly widened his eyes at her outburst. “sorry, that was kinda mean.”

they sat in the suffocating silence for a few more seconds before she opened her mouth to speak. “even if i say yes, at the end of the day you’re still leaving. i’m starting college in new york and you’ll go back to california. but…” she bit her cheek, debating if she should keep talking. “but i do. that’s why i was avoiding you, i thought it would go away after you left but it didn’t.” she turns her head to him and he looks confused at her drawn out answer. she laughed and puts her hand on top of his. “i still have a super schoolgirl crush on you.” he smiled, she leaned closer in and he had to roll himself to pull back. “maybe we should do this another time, when you’re not drunk.”

“dude, i don’t know how i keep fucking up with her! it’s like everything i do is wrong and now she’s pissed at me again right when i just got to her to talk to me.” jack laid on his bedroom floor with his friend sitting on his bed, above him. “she tried to kiss you and you said no, man. you rejected her! she’s obviously gonna be pissed at you.” “she was drunk, she wouldn’t have even remembered it and i’d be the idiot all over again.”

“yeah! i was like ‘i still like you’ and he looked at me with those stupid eyes and when i tried to kiss him he literally said no. who the hell asks if you like them and then rejects you?” she paced the length of her bedroom with her best-friends sitting on her bed watching her vent. “i was so fucking nice to him when he didn’t deserve it and he does this to me. we should egg his house and blow up his car.” her two friends look at each other and begin to try calming her down.

their bedrooms faced each other, but she’d closed her curtains. her friend had opened them while trying to explain how badly she wanted to not egg his house and blow up his car. he was sitting on his bed with his friend, seemingly talking about something important as he was motioning with his hands a lot. the two boys looked towards the movement they saw and they both freeze.

“okay, fine. but i swear to god if one of the boys invited jack, i am going to dump a milkshake on his head and beat his ass.” she’d been convinced to go out for dinner with their friends.

the young group was laughing and eating their meals, the diner was fairly busy so she wasn’t focused on the people moving around her. until she saw him, and he sat in the empty chair next to her. she pressed her lips together and looked at her best-friends with the fury of one thousand hells. they smiled sheepishly and pretended to be very interested in the story being told. he muttered a small ‘hi’ and she ignored him. until he pushed his chair closer to hers and his thigh was touching hers.

he called after her in the parking lot, she tried to ignore it and get into her car before he could catch up but he grabbed her arm, instantly letting go when he got her attention. “please, just hear me out.” his voice was low and fought the urge to hit him. she sighed and turned to face him. “you have one minute before i walk away.” he scrambled for his words and stuttered out a “you were drunk and i didn’t want to kiss you, well, no! i did want to kiss you but when you were sober and i didn’t even think you’d remember enough to even remember but clearly you did so, um, i’m really sorry. every time i get close to you i just go fuck it up.” her eyes widened at his rushed words and panicked behavior.

“did you drive here?” was all she said. he shook his head no “no, i rode with chad.” she motioned towards her car and started opening her door. looking back at him standing there. “get in the goddamn car!” he quickly ran to the passenger door and climbed in.

“so, does this mean you forgive me?” “it means you’re on parole and if you fuck up again i’m gonna egg your house and blow up your car.” he nods and smiles at her as they pulled up in front of their houses. “i’ve been in love with you for ages, and i can’t seem to get it right. let me take you out tomorrow, and if you didn’t like it, you never have to see me again.” she smiled and turned in her seat. “i could never not want to see you, jack.”

he turned towards her and looked down to avert her gaze. “it’s kind of my turn to confess and spill my guts, but i think i already have.” he lifts his head up and slightly leans in, testing the waters. he’s almost expecting a punch to the face, but instead his lips are met with hers. he feels as if god himself had bestowed a piece of heaven right in front of him, and he wondered what he did to deserve something this good.

#jack champion x reader #jack champion #ethan landry #ethan landry#ethan landry x reader #jack champion fluff #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry smut #jack champion angst #ethan landry angst #the 1975 #i’m so nervous about this LOLL

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leaderpinhead · 8 months

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Leona - The Kingscholar Men

Leona wanted to squeeze that big head full of even bigger orange hair between his palms like an actual orange.

And no, he wasn’t talking about his brat of a nephew. He wished he was talking about his nephew. The sheer stupidity he was having to deal with would have made more sense coming from a child. Not a full grown, adult king nearly ten years his senior!

He skidded around one corner of the hallway, ignoring the servants who gave him dirty looks when his shoes left noticeable marks on the floor. He caught sight of the wild bush Falena called a mane slip around the corner at the far end of the hallway. With a snarl, he took off down the hallway like he was on the Spelldrive field intersecting a win-or-lose disc heading towards his team’s goal.

He barely registered the orange furball when he sprinted past one of the archways. His ears twitched from Cheka’s high-pitched voice. “Mama? Wha’s Unca Leona and daddy doing?”

Sade’s loud sigh was both dramatic and amused. “Cheka, dear. This is why mommy makes you go to daycare. So you can learn how to communicate your feelings with others like a normal, healthy person.”

“I like playing with Timmy and Pupa!”

Leona clicked his tongue and ignored his sister-in-law. Sitting on a comfy throne all day had created a larger gap in their stamina because Falena was tiring out a lot quicker than Leona. Leona could already hear his brother huffing with exertion while he was barely winded. It only took a few more turns for Leona to fully catch up to him.

With a tackle that would have made Vargas obnoxiously caw with muscle praise, Leona took Falena to the ground. While Falena whined, Leona wrangled his brother into a chokehold. He snapped his teeth in his brother’s ear. “Give it back now.”

Despite his chokehold, Falena somehow managed to huff out a chuckle. “I don’t know what you mean!”

Leona flexed the arm around Falena’s neck, digging the bend of his elbow deeper into his brother’s Adam’s apple. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. I get notifications for messages on my tablet.”

Falena huffed another laugh, tempting Leona to completely cut off his airflow. “Sade told me about Cheka’s new pen pal.”

Now Leona really did cut off Falena’s windpipe. “Don’t say another word.”

But Falena did. “The Kingscholars are naturally virile—.”

His voice cut off with a satisfying croak. Leona kept pressure on Falena’s throat. “Long live the king.”

Falena quickly tapped his wrist. “Leona, I can’t breathe!”

“You’re a fool to think that’s not the point.”

Falena bucked up against him. Leona was quickly reminded that even though he was clearly the lither of the two, Falena still had a good bit of muscle on him. After a quick round of hissing and spitting, it wasn’t too difficult for Falena to reverse their positions. His brother boisterously laughed the moment he could breathe again, and Leona was subjected to a rough noogie between the ears. “There’s no reason to be so shy! It’s about time you showed interest in someone.”

Leona glowered at the guards who had finally caught up to them, embarrassingly gasping for breath. “You’re already growing senile in your old age.”

“When do you plan to bring her here to meet me?”

“Now you’re just being obnoxiously full of yourself.”

“We have to introduce her to Kafaji and Baraka!”

Leona’s snarl was punctuated by a loud chime. With one arm still wrapped around Leona’s shoulders, Falena used his free hand to pull Leona’s phone from his pocket. Leona glowered at the screen, kicking himself in the rear for disabling his passcode to make it easier for Ruggie to use his phone. It allowed his brother to easily swipe the phone unlocked and gain access to his messages.

The picture Falena had sent to the prefect—one of Leona grinning up at the camera as a toddler—took up most of the space on the screen. The only text bubble on the screen was her new response below it: Cute! You and Cheka have the same nose!

Falena chuckled and showed Leona the screen like he had something to be proud about. “She likes kids. That’s a good sign!”

Leona snorted and ignored his brother rambling on in his ear. He was enabling the passcode on all of his devices again even if it meant having to hear Ruggie whine when he couldn’t use it for coupons or something. Anything was better than having to listen to Falena plan out some delusional “five-year engagement plan” like an old spinster.

And everyone wondered why he occasionally dreamed of pushing his brother off a cliff into a herd of stampeding wildebeests.

#twisted wonderland #twstober #leona kingscholar #falena kingscholar #they're just two brothers who have no idea how to talk to one another #and Falena's wife knows it #day 4 chase

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geordikisser · 4 months

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‘nobody knows what i see.’

seth (+ alphonse mention‼️) x guitarist!reader

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motivational shit :3, domestic fluff & suggestive comments ^_^

📓 ,, authors note : felt a little silly gais, considering snorts heh,,,, my silly ass play geetaur 🤓☝🏽,,!!1!1!1!! this is just like—- for me lmao L:|

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seth was bringing in groceries from him and alphonse shopping trip. “that’s all, al.” he calls out to the gumdrop boy as he notices alphonse is slipping and sliding to the bathroom. “andddd he’s gone,,,” he grins, a chuckle escapes him. he begins to unbag all the refrigerator items and puts them where they need to be.

humming to himself, he begins to loose himself,,, he begins putting everything away as alphonse takes a leak. “i got my boots,, i got my hat,,,” seth hums to himself as he sets the big bag of flour on the floor in the cabinet. he stretches up and grunts as he hears footsteps behind him.

“damn!!! you work fast.” al smirks as seth gives an eye roll in return. “you take to long to piss.” seth grabs the tote bags and places them by the front door. “imma start dinner! tell boo we’re home, won’t you?” alphonse calls to seth as seth slips his shoes off and puts on the bunny slippers you bought him.

he finds himself smiling whenever he slips these on. it fills him with a childlike happiness knowing you even think about him. speaking of you,,, how have you not heard them come back?

seth slides up the stairs and wonders to your guys room. “hey su—“ he cuts himself off immediately. he hears a intense(ly off tune) riff echoing from the room. followed with frustrated grunts following.

you adjust your guitars tuning and you play your warmup riff. he laughs as she sees you jump with confidence. you clear your throat as you begin plucking the intro to your favorite song at the moment.

you begin humming to keep up with the rhythm of the song. “some people think i’m acting worse for wear,,” you sing happily as seth feels his heart have a heart beat.

you get to the bridging part of it and seth has never fallen harder for you than he has then. the way you sang or even hum along melodically with your playing, it complimented eachother perfectly. to the way you would smile at certain lyrics and how you would squint your eyes to hit certain parts of the song.

seth watched you so delicately like you would disappear if he didn’t watch hard enough. “crazy for you,, oh boy,,,” you hum sweetly as those lyrics just melted upon seth’s ears. you clear your throat as you take off your headphones and place your guitar on its stand. seth had no idea you played guitar, alphonse? sure. but seth? he was enamored in more ways than one.

he gently knocks on the door and you whipped your head behind you. “a—alphy!!! i told you i don’t like it when you watch—,,” you stammer embarrassingly. as seth reveals himself, you feel even more embarrassed.

“o—oh,,, hey hunnybunny,,” you blush as he laughs at your bashfulness. “oh, seth can watch but alphonse can’t huh?” he smirks at you as he walks towards the bed. you huff with a big red blush peering on your face.

“d—didn’t say all that,,” you mutter as he giggles and takes a seat beside you. “you play guitar, sugar?” his eyes meet your shy silly ones. “y—yeahhh,, i dabbled in highschool to college sortaaa,,-?” you grin cheekily. he nods as you caresses your cheek gently.

“you’re reaaaal sweet when you act all bashful for me. don’t like an audience?” he asked as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb, feeling the heat radiate from your embarrassed face. you shake your head ‘no’ as he clicks his tongue. “whys that now, darlin’?” he asks as you look away, this time less bashfulness and more of a sad puppy gloominess.

“i,, i dont know.” you state blatantly as he guides your face to meet his. “now now,, you know why.” his eyes give you a reassuring look as you smile. “i get embarrassed easily,,, i reaaaaaally fucking hate it.” you laugh, your voice cracking awkwardly. loosing eye contact with him. “i always kinda sucked at this sorta thing,,” you admit as you hold seth’s hand with your free ones. nuzzling into his touch.

“well let me tell you something.” he begins as you look at him. “you, are the most talented person i’ve ever met.” he smiles. using both hands to cup your face. “you’re an amazing friend, lover, supporter, baker and now known guitarist! how many people can someone say that they know someone like you.” he smiles sweetly.

“nor does anyone taste as sweet as you.” he smirks as he leans in and gives you a big smooch. “real sweet.” he murmurs in a low tone going in for seconds. giggles and kisses as seth whispers sweet nothings to you. slowly, he pins you down to the bed within this kissing session.

“you are the most gorgeous.” smooch! “most funniest.” smoooooch.. “and sexiest piece of work i’ve ever seen.” he says, pulling away as he fixes your disheveled hair out of your face. both of you glowing red.

he clears his throat as he sits up with you in his arms. “what i’m saying is sugar. you are a packaged deal! you are one sweet thing and this son of a bitch (literally,,,,) is lucky to have you. and i bet alphonses stupid ass is just as grateful as i.” he smiles as his breath lingers on your neck.

you hold onto his arms as you hum in response to his sweetness. “you are one special human being and i’m glad to know you,,” he smiles. “thanks sethy,,, i love you more then you could ever know.” you sigh as he kisses your neck, tickling you. “now cmon,,,!!! alphonse is making dinner!! gotta make sure the kitchen doesn’t melt from the outside.” he teases as you giggle and jump up.

as you two walk down stairs, you hold onto seth’s pinkie. “thank you seth. for loving me.” you say before you take the last step. he turns to you and smiles. “of course suga—“

“ok loveturds. alphypoo needs help,,,” he grumbled sarcastically with a smitten look on his face. “s—sorry alphy!!” you giggle as you walk up to him, talking the ingredients and putting them to good use.

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice seth #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice sugarboo #yuurivoice fan fiction #fanfiction #fluff #canon x y/n #gender neutral reader #gn reader #yuurivoice boo #yuurivoice bittersweet

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holdupjack · 9 months

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Don't Make Eye Contact

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

AU: Reader is a Ravenclaw/No War/No Voldemort

WARNING: None

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Third Person P.O.V:

7th Year

Y/n sat at a table in the Gryffindor Common Room with her long-time friend, Hermione Granger.

She had agreed to help Y/n with her potions test coming up, only after she had begged her repeatedly. They two had been very good friends since the first year, some said it was a match made in heaven due to their personalities.

It's their last year now, during their many days together Y/n found herself...would crushing be the right word? Let's just say she had been infatuated with the Muggle-born.

Many people were though, and it was quite obvious there was a secret Hermione Fan Club somewhere in the school.

Surprisingly, Y/n hadn't been asked to join yet. Almost all of their immediate friends knew about Y/n's attraction, and they teased her relentlessly for it. Even if they did think it was charming.

"Y/n?" Hermione calls out, noticing the deep focus she has on the wooden table. Y/n's sight shifted almost immediately to meet her gaze, her stare looked as though she had seen a ghost.

"Yes?" Y/n replies as she clears her throat, her fingernail picking at the sides of her book in her lap.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asks as she shifts in her seat and leans forward slightly, noticing a group of students walking down into the Common Room.

"I'm fine! Just going through some stuff...you know how it is" Y/n hums, trying to play off the fact that she had been embarrassingly daydreaming about her. Quickly she looked back at her book, now realizing that her eyes began to sting at the fact she would look at what she truly wanted to admire.

Y/n didn't notice as Hermione began to smile at her anxious form as the group crawled out of the Gryffindor Common Room. Her book was gently placed next to her, and her chin found a seat in her palm as she held up her head.

(A/N: Btw, it must suck to be physically disabled in Gryffindor. Imagine someone in a wheelchair trying to get through that tunnel. Do you think the teachers cast something on it so it'll be easier for them to get to and from?... Anyways-)

"If you don't mind me prying, but what are you going through?" She asked as her other arm rested behind her elbow and gently played with the fabric around her bicep.

"It's nothing 'Mione, I swear," Y/n replies while not looking up from her book. Hermione raised an eyebrow and hummed in discontent at her answer.

"You've been stand-offish since December, has this got to do with Valentine's Day?" she asks and Y/n blinks at her unregistered book page, trying to figure out how the bloody hell she got that logic from.

Granted she was right, but that wasn't the point. How did she get to that conclusion with nothing but Y/n being anxious? She's always anxious!

"How did you come up with that idea?" Y/n asks as she flips to the next page in her book, even though she didn't comprehend what it said before.

"It's quite simple really" Hermione states as she leans back in her chair, folds her arms, and crosses one leg over the other.

"Yeah?" Y/n hums as her legs start to bob up and down in a nervous rhythm.

"It started after Ron had been poking at you about asking someone out before Christmas break. Him then saying that you not having your first kiss already was funny, which I disagree with, but I know you took it personally." Hermione continued as she watched the other girl intently, noting every little flicker of emotion that crossed her face.

"Now Valentine's Day is two weeks away and you're trying to find the courage to ask out who you like" Hermione tempts as she 'accidentally' nudged Y/n's leg with her foot.

Oh, you thought Hermione was oblivious to Y/n's attraction? Ha, that's funny. Hermione Granger? Oblivious?

Well...sometimes, but not when it comes to Y/n. She had that girl mapped out better than the Dark Forest.

The hair on Y/n's neck stood up at attention as the side of the girl's shoe grazed her calf and disappeared. The shaking of her leg immediately stopped.

"So, what's your plan?" she asks, chuckling slightly at the soft shade of maroon enveloping her cheeks.

"Nothing. Nothing at all. I'm happy dying alone." Y/n responds in a monotone voice, to which Hermione rolls her eyes.

"He made fun of you too, just in case you forgot. What was it again? The fact that you haven't dated anyone since fifth year?" Y/n teases back, turning a page again when she feels like enough time has gone by.

"Whatever, I'm waiting for them to ask me out anyways," she replies, to which Y/n snorts and flicks her sight at the Gryffindor's hands, before retreating to the book.

"You're waiting? Do you think that sending ESP confirmation is going to get them to ask you on a date?" Y/n chuckles as she thinks about Hermione trying to telepathically tell her interest she's ready to be wooed.

"It worked with Krum" Hermione replies with a soft smile as she waits for their eyes to meet, but Y/n still keeps them away from her sight.

"Oh yeah, great example" Y/n mutters in playfulness, as she rests her book on the table and stretches over the backrest of her chair.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she let out a closed-mouth sigh, her back cracking in multiple places as she bent against the wood.

"Alright, why don't you ask out who you like then? There can't be people elbowing past you with better chances." Hermione asked as she shifted in her seat again, trying to catch Y/n's gaze but again, she ignored her.

"It's called fear of rejection 'Mione, it weakens even the best of soldiers" Y/n states a student crawls into the Common Room and greets the two of them with a quick 'hello'.

Y/n looks up at them and smiles, just as quickly replying as they scurried up to their dorm room. Hermione ignored them, not to be a bitch, but to try to get ahold of her love life came first at this moment.

"I know that, but I've seen you ask things that you have no business asking. Like when you saw that McGonagall had a bottle of Fire Whiskey in her desk and asked her for a swig" Hermione states as she uncrossed her legs and sat up, now slightly annoyed that Y/n has yet to look back at her.

"That's different! That couldn't ruin friendships, this could." Y/n states as she looks back at her book, she now getting slightly bothered by all the questions.

"Fine, then what would you say to them if you didn't have this fear of rejection?" Hermione questions as she leans her arms onto the table. Y/n sighs with slight exhaustion and caves into the girl's request.

"You want to know what I would say? Fine. Here is what I would say. I would say that she's the most soul-giving person I've ever met. She makes me so nervous that I'm scared to look at her most days. That I've loved her freely at night and whispered everything I find great about her to the man on the moon. I would tell her that I don't care about status, that to me, she is better than ever Pureblood girl in this world. I would tell her that I...I love her." Y/n finishes her rant quietly as she just stares at her book page with annoyance.

It was quiet for a moment before Y/n asked Hermione the same question.

"So, what would you say? You know, after they finally heard your ESP call to action" Y/n asks with a small chuckle as she tries to ease the tension, and her racing heart.

Hermione was still quiet, her eyes soft and unwavering as she stared at Y/n. She wondered what she could say that was just as beautiful, maybe something straight to the point.

"What would I say? I would say...I love you too Y/n."

Y/n felt her throat close and her eyes widened in horror at the realization that Hermione knew. She has known for a while.

Every smile and chuckle from Hermione started to seem insincere in Y/n's mind. What if this was some game to her? Y/n was afraid to know the truth, whether it was good or bad. As long as she didn't look into those oak tree eyes, she'd been able to get out of there.

"Look at me Y/n" Hermione whispered as if she could hear her thoughts, but Y/n just stood up and packed her bag quickly, much to the Gryffindor's dismay.

"I have to go"

"Y/n-"

"I'll talk to you later"

Y/n was out of that Common Room faster than an Army grunt under barbed wire. She was even quicker to escape the Gryffindor Tower and make her way to Central Hall.

Hermione cursed and smacked the table with the side of her hand as she leaned back into her chair.

Why didn't she believe her? Why didn't she just look at her and see that she wasn't pulling one over on her? Why is she infatuated with someone so stubborn?

She sat at that table for ten minutes. Her eyes fixated on the tunnel as she thought through her feelings before she went after her and said the wrong thing.

"I'm not going to let you just ignore this" Hermione mumbled to herself as she quickly got up, leaving her things at the table with no care as to what happens to them.

Y/n sat at the fountain in the Central Hall, her breath uneven from the jog there, and the realization that Hermione had known all about this.

She should have stayed. It was too late to go back now, she'd already made a complete fool of herself by storming out like that.

The Central Hall was vacant, most people at at the Quidditch game, or getting high in their dorms while the Prefects were out.

"I'm such an idiot" Y/n groans to herself as she lets her belongings flop onto the ground. Her hand slipped through her hair out of frustration as a sigh left her lips.

Y/n sat and stared at her feet for a while, so long in fact that she didn't hear the approaching footsteps behind her due to the fountains running water.

Hermione smiled as soon as she got a glimpse of Y/n's face, slowly sitting beside her till she noticed her presence.

Of course, Y/n knew it was her even without looking over. The smell of Cinnamon and Parchment invaded her nose as soon as she sat down.

"I'll ask you again, Please look at me" Hermione whispers as she waits patiently for Y/n to respond.

Finally, their eyes met again. Hermione couldn't hold back the smile on her face as the soft hue of a cardinal matched each other's cheeks.

Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat as the woman she'd chained her heart to began to speak.

"Now, would you stop being so stubborn and ask me on a date already? I think I have waited long enough" Hermione asks with a playful smirk on her face. Y/n chuckled softly and looked back out in front of her.

"I don't know, I still have my eyes on Lavender too" Y/n teased, now feeling a little bolder than before. Hermione always had that effect on her, somehow making an uncomfortable situation into a powerful one.

"Oh sweet Merlin, don't even joke about that" Hermione groaned, still a little upset that she lost Ron to her. Hey, she didn't like him anymore, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have a bruised ego about it.

Y/n began to quietly snicker as Hermione moved closer to her, their shoulders leaning against one another's as her arm crossed Y/n's back and rested in the space between her hip and arm.

When she looked back at Hermione, their noses brushed like a soft spring wind. A smile played on the Gryffindor's lips as she stared into Y/n's eyes.

"You know, usually you initiate a kiss after a date" Y/n whispers as her eyes flickered to Hermione's lips multiple times.

"Call me eager" Hermione whispers back as she blinks becoming slow, and full of want.

"Do you do this to all of your admirers?" Y/n asks as her eyebrow rises with question. Hermione scoffed at her accusation and grinned.

"Those were men, but with you? My self-respect goes out the window." Hermione hums as Y/n lets out a chuckle of her own. Now eyeing the young woman a teasing stare as their lips ghost each other's.

"How charming Hermione, is that what you say with every fan girl?" Y/n asks as the Gryffindor kisses the side her her mouth, before begrudgingly holding herself back from invading your space more than she already has.

"So you are a fan girl? Oh, you stoke the embers of my fantasies with this knowledge" Hermione whispers as they hear the clamoring of feet and overlapping voices heading their way, the game must be over.

The brown-haired beauty sighed softly and backed away as hundreds of students walked in and past through different areas. They could hear the small orchestra nearby start playing again.

Their moment alone was now taken away, and only the tingling of that small peck was left between them.

"Y/n, why have you averted your gaze from mine again?" Hermione asks, and Y/n now realizes she is back to looking at the ground.

Even though the space between them was quiet, the roaring of laughter and yelling got on Hermione's nerves.

"Come, let us go somewhere more private" Hermione stated as she stood up and grabbed her things from the floor. Y/n knew protesting was futile.

Hermione wanted her, Y/n knew that now, and it didn't take a genius to know she wasn't backing away from a few 'what ifs' in her mind like Y/n does.

Harry watched with Luna from a staircase nearby, both looking at one another with a knowing glance before chuckling at one another.

"You know, Hermione hates when Y/n does that" Luna starts as they watch the future couple disappear into the crowd. Harry cocked an eyebrow at the blonde as they sat down on the stairs.

"Does what?" He asks as Luna's eyes shift around the ceiling dreamily, they hold so much wisdom behind them.

"Hermione desires Y/n's full attention, and the poor Ravenclaw gets so nervous around her that she tries her best to keep her gaze off of her," Luna explains and Harry hummed at the answer, now quite surprised to know that Hermione liked eyes on her.

"That does not mean she likes other people's gaze upon her face or body. Isn't that poetically beautiful? She has yearned for Y/n's sole focus, and has displayed daggers to any who try to compete." Luna hums and Harry has to scoff at the 'deeper' meaning of this courtship.

"Luna, I think you're putting too much credit on to Hermione. She had only started pinning for Y/n in the fifth year, Y/n has loved her most of their time together." Harry states. As much as he loved Hermione, she got blindsided by Krum and Ron for a short time. It was Y/n who always gazed upon her with admiration and zealousness.

"Maybe I am, but isn't it better to be late than to never have arrived?" Luna replies as the boy nodded in agreement.

As they talked away in Central Hall, somewhere near the Ravenclaw Tower, Hermione relished in Y/n's stare after a small meaningful talk in an empty corridor.

Quiet chuckles and kisses were shared between them as they spent the remaining hours together. Hermione had long forgotten her duty of tutoring her new lover, which she did regret when Y/n flunked it, but it wasn't her fault!

Y/n had a glimmer behind her eyes that made Hermione's head foggy and her heart thump like a rabbit's foot, making her feel as though she was the only girl in the world.

(A/N: Cue Rihanna 💃)

Later that night, Luna had poked at Y/n about what she saw in the Ravenclaw Common Room. Saying that she hoped for the best, and wished nothing but good fortune on their journey of life together.

Y/n cleared her throat and flushed as bright as a firetruck. She responded with a soft 'thank you' but soon said that Luna acted as if they were getting married.

"Might as well celebrate something that will definitely to come true"

"You can weave your predictions into the air, but that doesn't make them concrete" Y/n responded with a small chuckle.

The blonde just smiled and walked away, deciding that she would accept her 'you were right' in a few years.

#harry potter #hermione granger #hermione granger x reader #lesbian #fanfic #fluff

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bejewelledgirl · 7 months

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I want to know you more

Summary: You were all alone at a Christmas party getting bored to death, and silently praying for someone to come and save you from it. Well someone did - Vernon, who you're secretly but hopelessly pining over. Let’s see what the night holds for both of them...

Word count: 923

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and making out

You could vividly remember spending Christmas with your family as a kid and how fun it was. It was easily your favourite time of the year. But as you started to grow, you found Christmas to be overrated. That was the case until now….

You were currently seated in Seungcheol’s house, in a corner which was as secluded as it could be, in a Christmas party thrown by your college seniors. The house was jam- packed with people and though the party was only meant for those who went to your college, there were quite a few faces you could not recognise. The party had everything you see at a regular frat party - loud music, wide variety of both punch and alcohol, couples making out in the kitchen, bathroom - you name it. With all of your friends back at their parents’ house for the break, you felt pathetically lonely.

You did not pay attention to your surroundings though, as you were completely spaced out, pondering upon the reason for your existence.

It had nearly been two hours since you arrived, and you initially made several attempts at talking to several people but after a while your social battery was drained and you were bored to death. You were still spaced out when you felt a hand on your shoulder, you turned around to gaze into the familiar chocolate brown eyes, which you had started to grow fond of. It was Vernon…

He looked extraordinarily attractive in his red t-shirt under his leather jacket paired with skinny jeans and his favourite blue nike shoes. While you were busy checking him out, unbeknownst to you, he too was tracing his eyes over your figure from top to bottom. Well to be fair, you wore a black dress that perfectly accentuated your figure and he rarely saw you in such an attire.

Realising the need to say something after having embarrassingly checked him out, you cleared your throat and greeted him with a shaky voice and also wished him a happy Christmas. Vernon wished you back and added “How are you here at this time ? I thought you went back to your parents’ house like every year.”

“Well I was planning to, but then I found out that mom and dad wanted to visit my brother this time since they hadn’t celebrated Christmas together in so long. And I would feel way too guilty if they couldn’t go because of me. So here I am…” , you explained. Vernon nodded in understanding.

It was a little quiet between you two after this. You two were definitely close but not best friends. You always felt an air of uncertainty and tension when you were around him.

Vernon then rubbed the back of his head and suggested, “Should we move to the yard ? It’s a little too crowded for my taste.” You agreed immediately wanting to escape from the party as soon as possible.

There was no one other than you two, in the yard. You guys took advantage of it and sat down at the chairs. A comfortable silence had developed between the two of you while you both were gazing at the stars above. It was safe to say that both of you were glad to have found each other at the party.

You guys chatted on some more, occasionally sharing movie recommendations and opinions about music, when you felt like it was time for you to leave. You had never been a night owl and it was already almost 12. You bid Vernon goodbye and you were getting up from your seat, when Vernon got up too and took a hold of your wrist.

“Can you stay with me for a little more ?”

“I want to but don’t you think it’s too late now ? I need to work tomorrow as well.”

“It’s just that I really enjoy your company.” Vernon spoke with slight desperation in his voice and a look in his eyes you couldn’t decipher yet.

Astonished at both his confession and the look he gave you, you couldn’t hold yourself back and said “Please don’t look at me like that. It gives me false hope.”

Vernon replied back with a cheeky smile, “Why do you think of it as false hope ? What if I actually like you? What if I want to know you more? What if I want to get closer to you ?” He was gasping for breath now as he had said all of that in one breath.

“Wait are you…” you couldn’t finish before Vernon spoke again, “Yes I want to take you out on a date. I want to do all those things that couples do but only with you. That is, if you let me…” He finished the last sentence with a slight hesitation.

After a moment, you answered with a grin, “All right, but on one condition - we must watch all the movies you recommended today …. together.”

Vernon couldn’t help but let out a giggle, “Of course, anything for you princess.”

Vernon walked you home that night despite you insisting that you’d be fine alone and that it was not far. You guys held hands on the way with blush looming on both of your cheeks. When time came for you to say goodbye to him, you weren’t sad or bitter like you usually were when you had to leave Vernon as you knew that the story of you two had just begun. And you couldn’t wait for what the next day held in store for you two.

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angel-gone-south · 7 months

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Final Girl

Killer! Stan w/ Final Girl! Reader

gender neutral despite the term. lots of death in this one (guns, falling, etc). assault, technically. read with caution.

°•. ☾ .•°

You limped through the halls of the abandoned building, desperately sobbing and wailing.

“Come on, doll, I haven’t even done anything to you! You know I never would.”

“F-fuck off Stan! You’re a fucking m-monster!” You called over your shoulder.

“Baby, baby, baby. You’re such a sweet little thing, complimenting me like that.” He laughed, sending a chill through you- and, embarrassingly, butterflies to your stomach.

“I always liked you best, you know. If you hadn’t been so fucking persistent, I wouldn’t have to do this.”

°•. ☾ .•°

Things still didn’t make sense. Stan had innocently invited you and his friends out for Halloween, to the top floor of the abandoned South Park asylum in the woods. He brought weed and booze, and everyone was having a good time. He had even convinced his goody-two shoes ex-girlfriend to come.

Sometime in the night, the powerful flashlight Stan brought conveniently had run out of battery. When it sprung to life (thanks to Kyle’s over-prepared nature) some of the group was dead on the floor or missing. Everybody started accusing each other, but you were an easy voice of reason.

Stan had slow clapped when you, Kyle, Kenny and Butters had figured out it had to be him.

“Real well done, folks. Honestly brilliant,” He said, sarcastic, as he moved out from the shadows. “Just how do you expect to get out of this, though?” He had grinned wolfishly, producing his father’s pistol from his pocket.

“S-Stan, put that thing away,” Kyle’s shaky voice wailed. “Please?”

“Hmmm…” Stan tapped his chin with the barrel, pretending to think about it. “No.”

The bullet went practically between the ginger’s eyes as the shot rang out. Kenny and Butters gaped, the latter shaking his head in fear.

“A-aw hamburgers. Fuck.” He backed up, which turned out to be the wrong move, as all the black haired boy had to do was give him a little shove- and he tumbled out a sixth story window, unfortunately landing on his neck with a sickening crack.

While Stan was distracted, Kenny had managed to tug you along, trying to escape but getting turned around in the dark and maze-like halls as you ran.

“I never thought Stan would fuckin’ snap,” He grumbled, almost more annoyed than anything. “What have any of us ever done to warrant this?”

“I know you’re still fucking here.” Stan shouted, as Ken pulled you into a room. He hid behind the door, ushering you to hide in an old cabinet.

When Stan’s heavy breathing and clunky footfalls sounded right outside the room, you had to cover your mouth. You nearly whimpered as you heard the two of them scuffle, Kenny having bravely ambushed the killer boy from behind the door. When you heard a body drop, it didn’t really matter who it was. You ran.

Unfortunately, hurrying down a flight of stairs can and will fuck up your ankle! Who the hell knew.

So there you were, exchanging words with a killer as you slammed on the door to the stairwell, sobbing.

“Come on, baby. You thought I wouldn’t lock that? Oh, you’re so cute I almost wanna leave you alive. Nobody has to know it was me, right?” He chuckled, and you whipped around to face him as he pinned you against the door.

“S-Stan, you killed our friends…”

“Aw, honey…” He shook his head, wrenching a knee between your legs as he squeezed your hip with one hand. The other moved to place a long hunting blade to your neck. “I sure did. But you’re so fucked in the head, you’re still fucking blushing under me.”

“N-no, no no get off-!” He shushed you, cooing and digging the knife deeper, enough to draw a drop or two of blood to spill down your throat.

“I think I might just have my fun with you.”

°•. ☾ .•°

ummmmm dont think too hard about it guys…………

#➳ Halloween Special 2023♡#south park #south park fanfiction #south park x y/n #south park x reader #south park x you #sp x reader #stan marsh x y/n #stan marsh x you #stan marsh x reader #stan x reader #sp stan marsh #south park stan #stan marsh #south park stan marsh

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aerodaltonimperial · 6 months

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Hiiiiiii ummmm, you know how I bought that Hook Goods backpack from ~T Y L E R~ ON MAY 4TH AND IT NEVER SHIPPED AND IT IS NOW NOVEMBER 21???

Prompt: y/n confronts Hook for her backpack. Man's fucked around. He deserves to find out.

Apparently these fics are super popular, so I decided to try my hand at one. I think I really nailed it!!!!!!

Title: CONFRONTING HOOK FOR YOUR BACKPACK

L.A. is warm, and that’s good, because you are fueled with a thousand suns burning with righteous anger, so the lingering vestiges of sunlight against your skin only add more determination to that fire. Standing behind three gentlemen sporting beards of varying length, you wait, quietly, for the door to the meet & greet to be opened. The girl behind you is so excited she’s almost crying, clutching her purse to her chest; what a fool. What a n00b. She knows nothing.

As the doors open, she kicks up against the heel of your shoes. The space inside is small: small enough that you’re all pressed up against each other, and soon, you know the scent of too many people packed into a poorly-ventilated room will become overpowering. That’s fine, as you don’t intend to stay long enough to be overwhelmed by it.

The staff instructs everyone to make a line for the autographs. The attendees around you are all pulling out the varying items they brought to get autographed, so you do the same. You’ve kept the paper nice and bright and unblemished in the folder you tucked it into. The goth dude standing to your left recoils—apparently, the myriad of vision-defying rainbow hues in the Lisa Frank design are too much for his weak eyeballs.

It takes awhile. People want to chat, and that’s fine, since you do, too. Eventually, shuffling behind the others, you get to the front. Hook is to your right, Darby and Brody to the left. You hold out the paper balanced on the prancing unicorn for Hook to sign.

“Hi,” Brody says, and you ignore him. You are here for one purpose, and one purpose only.

Hook is obviously already tired by the interactions, because it takes him an almost embarrassingly long time to realize what he’s Sharpie-ing his name onto. He pauses as he gets to the “k” and ends up with a weird, jagged finish to the letter. Then he looks up. There’s fear on his face.

Excellent.

“What is this?” he asks.

“My email confirmation for my HookGoods purchase,” you tell him. The terror on his features grows more pronounced, but you refuse to break eye contact. You stare at those brown doe eyes widening like a deer in the headlights of a Ford F-150 without blinking. “Do you know how many days it has been since I printed that out at Kinkos because I haven’t owned a printer since 2015?”

“Uh,” he begins, as Brody gasps in what might be sympathy, or might be delight, to your left.

“Maybe you can’t do the math that quickly,” you continue, “which is understandable, since it’s been so long. Don’t worry; I’ve done it for you. 209 days.”

“Jesus,” Darby huffs.

“No comments from the peanut gallery,” you snap, extending your index finger in Darby’s direction. “Do you know how many emails I had to send to your distribution team to get my swag out of the warehouse? Zip it.”

A bead of sweat has popped up on Hook’s temple when you turn your attention back to him. His hand holding the noxious Lisa Frank folder trembles. Someone in the line behind you mumbles something beneath their breath about this taking too long. “Um, but Assp—”

“Don’t you dare talk to me about Asspizza,” you interrupt, “or else I will shove that pizza you’re holding up your ass, knock you out with your emotional support backpack, and shove you in the back of the assmobile as I drive it over the bridge. Where the fuck is my shit, Hook?”

He looks like cornered prey, ready to bolt at the soonest opportunity. Brody is clapping; you always knew he would be on your side.

When Hook fails to answer, you lean forward, just to watch him twitch. He’s so jumpy. “Well?”

“Um,” he says, eloquently.

There’s an upper level to this fine establishment, and a staircase just to the left behind where Brody’s face has lit up in mirth. It overlooks the area they have set up to be the autograph station. Perfect: you couldn’t have planned this better if you tried. “Get on the table,” you command.

“What?” Hook chokes.

“I am going to coffin drop you from the balcony,” you tell him.

Darby looks slightly alarmed, but maybe it’s just because of the potential copyright infringement. “I don’t think you know how t—”

“Can it, or I use you as the fucking pommel,” you say. “Good luck climbing Everest in a full-body cast.”

Brody is nodding and reaching over for Hook with one beefy hand. “You should probably get on the table like she said.”

“What!” Hook tries, but Darby is on board now, too, and he can’t fight both of them. As you take the stairs up to the higher level, they pin him down on the signing table. You peek over the edge once just to make sure they’ve got him in position.

“Wait,” Hook attempts. Ignore. He should have thought about the consequences when he failed to fulfill your shipment in the amount of time necessary to determine trends in the stock market. You hope he didn’t purchase stock in Asspizza’s production studio.

“I want my backpack, Hook!” you call from the balcony. And then you fling yourself off the ground with enough force to cause the table legs to explode beneath the weight of your free-fall.

The entire place erupts in cheers. Hook groans, curled up on the remains of the tabletop. Your signed email confirmation has fluttered onto the floor, so you lean over after dusting your clothes off to pick it up.

“Amazing,” Brody says.

“Thanks!” You beam at him. “Can I get your autograph, too?” It dawns on you that the only thing you brought was the print-out, but actually, that’s better. A good memory to frame in your office while you still don’t receive any shipments of HookGoods in the mail. “Can you both just sign this?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Darby says, but you’re pretty sure the cheer in his tone is only because he doesn’t want you to steal Lemons in return for the months it took for him to fulfill your order, too.

#hook aew #tag so you don't lose this shit

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roses-for-rosalyn · 1 year

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Movie Lovers

Hello lovie dovies I have been gone for mad long because of college stuff, but also because I'm working on a longer fic 🤭. I wanted to keep y'all fed though so here's an Ellie blurb. Count how many times I wrote movies challenge! (Also there's 20 people following me that's crazy ya'll are amazing)

Minors DNI pls 🔞

word count: 1.9 k

proofread to the best of my ability

content warnings: a wee bit of friends to lovers, dirty talk, fingering (r! receiving), oral (r! receiving), pet names, lots of foreplay, teasing, cuddling, reader who overthinks, and as always no use of y/n

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Watching movies is the best pass time. It was your favorite thing to do because it was one of the few things that got your brain to slow down. You could get completely absorbed in another world for just a little while. It's even better with friends because you can talk about it afterward or even during. You didn't have to stress about anything outside of what was playing in front of you.

Your favorite person to watch movies with was your best friend Ellie. Ellie loved film just as much as you. You could talk about movies for hours with her if you wanted to. It was something you bonded over and the reason you became friends. You really liked Ellie you had known her for a while now. You might like her a little too much.

You liked the way every time she touched you it felt electric. She could give you butterflies just by talking. One time when you both were watching something together Ellie started to slowly move closer to you. You were sitting up with your legs in front of you propped up on an ottoman, and Ellie moved so her head was on your shoulder and your legs were intertwined. She just stayed there. For the rest of the movie. You couldn't remember what you were watching that night if your life depended on it. All you could focus on it how Ellies arm was strung behind your back and how warm she felt against you. You could feel yourself grow embarrassingly wet at the slight contact with her and you had to kick her out early. You made up some excuse about how you had to get up early.

This was the first movie night you'd had since that interaction. You were nervous about not being able to control yourself in front of Ellie. It wasn't fair to her, she was your friend, it wasn't her problem that you were attracted to her. You felt guilty and if she ever found out she might think that was the only reason you were nice to her.

You hear a knock at the door that snaps you out of your thoughts. You walk to the door to greet Ellie, praying you can keep it together. You open the door and there she is, standing there in her usual T-shirt and flannel pajama pants. You both agreed a while ago to just wear pajamas for movie night. Why did she have to look so good in pajamas?

You manage to blurt out a "hi!"

"Hey." she replies, smiling a little at your clear excitement.

"I've got the movie all ready to go." you say as you turn to let Ellie in.

"Very exciting. What did you decide for tonight?" she asks while walking past you, taking off her shoes and making a beeline to the couch. You close the door and follow her.

"Kick-ass." you say. You had both already seen it, but it was one of your favorites. No thinking required, plus it was kind of funny. You sit down on the opposite end of the couch from Ellie.

"Ah good choice. I could use a brainless type movie right about now." She immediately moves so your thighs are touching, ignoring your effort to put space between you two.

"Actually, do you mind if we lay down to watch this? I'm so exhausted I can barely see straight." Ellie suggests. That would mean either you sit on the floor or she would literally have to spoon you. Oh god.

"Ok but then where would I sit?" you ask. You have no idea what answer you're hoping for.

"Just lay down in front of me. We can cuddle up, there's plenty of room." There was indeed not plenty of room. Plenty of room would mean that every part of you wouldn't be touching Ellie. Plenty of room would not mean that Ellie's arm would be draped around you.

"Alright." you reply with a small laugh, ignoring every thought in your head right now. You stand up to allow Ellie to lay on her side, putting her head on a throw pillow resting on the arm of the couch. You grab the remote and press play before laying down in front of her. Ellie drapes her arm around you and places her hand comfortably on your stomach. Eventually she starts gently scratching you stomach moving her hand in circles. She would move her hand slowly up just below your breasts and back down right below your belly button. Just above and below where you really wanted them. She was teasing you and it almost felt intentional. The way her hand would sometimes go too high and graze your under-boob or too low and barely touch the hem of your shorts. Your breathing unintentionally starts to get heavier and Ellie notices.

"Something wrong?" She whispers.

"No, no I'm-" She touches the hem of your shorts again and you sharply inhale. "I'm fine."

"Ok, whatever you say." She replies, and you can almost hear the smugness in her voice. You're starting to think she's doing this on purpose.

A few more minutes go by and it's agony. You can't focus on anything except for the feeling of Ellies nails softly scratching your stomach. She wasn't even touching you directly and she was driving you insane. You're not sure how much more you can take.

Just when your about to get up to go to the bathroom to try and escape her touch, Ellie breaks the silence.

"I need to tell you something."

"Yeah?" You have no idea where this is going, but at least her hand has stilled for the moment.

"I like you."

"Yeah well I like you too, that's why I invite you over." You let out a nervous laugh. Hoping to deflect to conversation from going where you think it's going. Ellie props herself up on her elbow so she's laying about you, lightly grabs your jaw and turns your head to face her.

"No, I like you, like, a lot." She says, and you can tell by the way she's looking at you exactly what she means. This has to be a dream.

"I like you too, like a lot." Ellie looks like she wants to devour you. Instead she lays back down, keeping her head slightly above yours.

"I want to try something, if you want me to stop just tell me." You nod eagerly, hoping it has something to do with getting rid of the ache that's been growing between your legs for an hour now.

"Words pretty girl." Oh god that nickname.

"Yes, yes." you say breathlessly.

"Ok, and you have to promise to keep paying attention to the movie. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes." You say, a little confused, but Ellie could ask you to eat dirt right now and you would do it happily.

Her hand travels underneath your t-shirt, snaking it's way up to your boobs. She starts massaging the skin and lightly pinches at your nipple causing you to let out a small gasp. She moves to the other breast and does the same. She takes her hand out from under your shirt to prop herself up on her elbow. She grabs the hem of your shirt and starts pulling it up slowly causing you to be exposed to the chilly air in your apartment. She moves her hand down to the hem of your shorts and places her fingers underneath the elastic, moving them back and fourth a few times before slowly moving the waistband down. She moves her hand down under your shorts and cups your aching cunt and you gasp.

"You've been waiting for this huh?" You're a little embarrassed she can feel you leaking through your underwear, but you're too wound up to care. "I barely did anything and you're this wound up? Poor thing." She says with mock sympathy. "I promise I'll make it up to you." She whispers before moving her hand up under your underwear and onto your bare pussy. She takes her middle finger and drags it up your slit, and you immediately let out a quiet moan when she reaches your clit. Your eyes start to close from how amazing you feel when Ellie grabs your jaw and turns it towards her.

"Uh, uh," she tuts "watch the movie for me princess." You groan a little, but obey her request, since she's rewarding you so well.

Ellie starts drawing lazy circles around your clit. She does this until your bucking your hips towards her silently begging her to do something, anything more.

"What's wrong pretty girl? What do you need?" She asks smugly.

"More," yeah breathe out "Please."

Ellie lets out a small laugh "Since you asked so nicely."

She starts moving her finger in fast tight circles and you can't help but let out a moan at the new sensation.

"God I've barely touched you and you're already a mess. You're doing so well for me princess." The praise almost sends you over the edge, but then she slows down her movements. Her finger starts to move down to your entrance, slowly circling it before moving in deeper. She curls her finger upwards and you let out moan. She starts moving her finger in and out before adding a second causing you to cry out "Oh god Ellie."

"I know baby, just relax, I got you." She starts moving her fingers faster hitting that heavenly spot over and over, just when you're sure this is the most pleasure you've ever felt in your life Ellie surprises you. She sits up further and lays you down flat. She removes her fingers and you let out a whine. She kneels between your legs and moves your shorts and underwear to the side. Ellie lays on her stomach and grabs your legs so your knees are bent. Ellie's mouth is inches from your cunt, your thighs are framing her face and you can feel her breath on your clit. The image itself almost does you in. Ellie licks a stripe up your cunt and you let out a loud moan. She starts circling her tongue around you clit just as she inserts one finger into your entrance. It slide in with no resistance and then she adds another. She curls her fingers upwards once again and continues sucking and lapping at your clit. You can't help but moan every time she inserts her fingers. Your loud reaction only seemed to encourage her. She started fucking you faster and harder with her fingers. You could feel the pleasure building up inside of you, fast.

"Ellie I'm gonna-" Just when you were about to finish your sentence a blinding pleasure takes over your body causing you to buck you hips upward. You hands start clawing at the couch cushions begging for something to grab as Ellie fucks you through it. The waves of pleasure were unlike anything you'd felt before. It felt so good it almost hurt.

You slowly come down from your high and Ellie slows down her fingers and pulls them out of you. You can't move, you can't even think. You've never been this blissed out in your life. It was amazing.

Ellie makes her way up to meet your eyes and kisses you. She kisses you along your jaw, she kisses your nose, your eyebrows. "I think," She says in between kisses "We found something to do together besides watch movies."

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This ended up being way longer than I intended, but what can I say I can't do smut without a backstory. I hope ya'll enjoyed it and let me know if there's anything specific you want to see me write! After that go to sleep I know for a fact it is very late.

#ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #the last of us ellie #tlou #tlou 2 ellie #tlou smut #smut #cuddling and touching

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booppooo · 2 years

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Whenever you open up requests again, I'd love to see a p2 of Never! Like, if reader tries to have sex with someone else and it's just not as satisfying and she complains to Ellie and then gets an encore performance ~

AN: I'm so sorry this took so long!!! Im in college so I be doing school stuff :( please forgive me

Warnings: you almost have smexy time with some dude ick, unestablished relationship, making out, scissoring (there's so much scissoring on my blog I'm so sorry), Ellie being horny and flirty, weed

Part 1

Ellie kept her promise when she said she wouldn't tell anyone.

Her lips were sealed, and she kept a calm and collected demeanor about the situation as a whole. You on the other hand - maybe not so much.

Sometimes, involuntarily, you'd get random flash backs to the fateful evening. The dark color of your pistol would remind you of her strap, the smell of your sweaty hands after a long day of patrol also sent you back in time. It would make you freeze and your skin burn hot, then your groin would grow warm as if Ellie's touch still lingered.

As if Ellie still lingered.

Every time you were near her your heart would nearly explode. Again, your face would become embarrassingly warm, the urge to lean over into her ear and whisper how much you missed her and wished to relive that night burned in your chest.

Yet, you held yourself together, knowing the interaction you two shared was nothing more than a favor. She was essentially setting you up for success. When you thought too deeply about it, you wondered how such a vulnerable and pivotal moment between two beings could be brushed off so easily?

That question eventually snowballed in your mind. When you weren't fighting for your life and protecting those back in Jackson, you were thinking about Ellie. You'd turn in early at night and try to trace the patterns on yourself that she once had, only to grow frustrated. It would be an understatement to say she had branded you. There seemed to be only one solution:

To find one of those meatheads she warned you about to rid her of you.

The next dance would be your hunting ground.

Several gin and tonic's in and you were teetering on the edge of total intoxication. No matter how hard you fought to stay coherent and cool, you slurred your words and stumbled. After each sentence you giggled, your limbs feeling as adventurous by always ending back up on the dance floor.

And admits this all, you kept your eyes peeled for someone who would end the constant battle in your brain. Luckily for you, you didn't have to dance very far.

A song ended and everyone clapped, only for another one to be birthed, and a man around your age in a button up and jeans tapped your shoulder. He held out his hand and politely asked you to dance, then flashed a charming smile that left you half-dizzy. How could you say no?

So, you gently rested your palm in his and let him adjust you both accordingly to slow dance to the song. Despite the distinct smell of whiskey lingering on him, he smelled musky and gruff, tickling a part of your nose you didn't know you enjoyed. His calloused hands contradicted his careful touch, soft grin contrasting wandering eyes. It wasn't long before one thing led to another and you were at his home.

Once you were in the door, shoes and coat left near the entrance, you'd been seated on his counter with his lips on yours. Again, whiskey was at the forefront. You noted how clumsy and rough he was. To give him the benefit of the doubt you blamed the drinking, because surely you were no angel.

Once he pressed his tongue past your lips things seemed to only get more awkward. Your teeth clinked together and his excessively slippery tongue coated your mouth and nearly choked you - as fast as it came it went. Now he was on your jaw and throat.

He was rushing. You felt behind and disoriented to say the least, but you didn't say no when his hand reached under your shirt to unclip your bra. In a haste you grabbed his excited arms for support, forgetting you were supposed to be enjoying this. Being drunk wasn't helping.

Next he wriggled between your thighs, and you felt his erection on your thigh. This is when you realized you felt nothing of the sort. The only dampness you recalled was sweat mostly caused from dancing and how stressed his ministrations made you.

He groped your breast, hard. It made you yelp and shove him away.

"Hey? What's wrong?" Red cheeks and glossy lips.

"I just...I'm sorry," you began to hastily clip your bra, "I can't, I don't feel good."

"Huh?"

Running for your boots and coat you mumbled, "I need to leave, I think I'm sick."

"What? C'mon don't blue ball me!"

No time to argue, you were out the door.

By some grace of god that guy hadn't crossed paths with you since that night. Needless to say you had been isolating more than usual, so that was also a factor to consider.

It wasn't as if you were doing it for attention, or wanting your friends to try and drag you out to some get together. You genuinely needed time to ponder what had occurred, how you felt about him and still Ellie.

In an attempt to figure it out, you journaled about it, scribbling down all your thoughts. It eased some of the tension, but not all of it. Not the physical aspect, at least.

Because now you felt his touch and Ellie's, both battling on your skin, leaving different types of heat in different places.

You hoped it would soon pass and time would heal everything. But when you woke up for patrol with Ellie one morning, you still felt the same sensations as the day before. Ellie noticed.

You had finished logging the two of you in and you both sat on a torn love seat to catch a breather. The closeness between you made your knee bounce.

Ellie pulled some items out of her bag that you didn't take notice of at first, "Hey uhm, everything alright?" She wondered.

Finally you looked over to her, and she had a tray on her lap, lithe fingers rolling a joint. You choked on the air caught in your throat.

She noticed the fearful red on your cheeks, "Oh" - she motioned to the joint - "you don't have to if you don't want to."

The only response you could create was a faint hum.

"Anyway, you've been kinda distant I guess. Is something going on?"

When her tongue peaked between her lips to lick the paper, a fire erupted in your core.

Nervously, you cleared your throat, "Just have a lot on my mind."

She eyed you from her peripherals, "....Wanna talk about it?"

Now the joint was between her lips, and she cupped her hand near the lighter as she lit the end. How could someone make this look so effortless and sexy?

"I mean..." you didn't even know where to begin.

"If you're not ready to talk that's cool too," she tossed her ankle over her knee and slouched into the cushions.

You knew you should talk about it. Even if you didn't mention how you thought about her day and night you could at least bring up him. It would be good to get it off your chest and lighten the load some.

"I uh, I met up with this guy at the dance. And we almost..." you nodded toward your pants, "but I couldn't do it. I feel bad. He was going too fast and all I could taste on him was whiskey. He just-"

"Wasn't me?"

You weren't sure if you heard her right.

"Huh?"

Her mossy-blood-shot eyes slowly scanned over to you and a faint grin snaked across her lips. She took another long, sensual drag of her joint, and let the smoke funnel out with her words:

"I think about that night a lot. It was fun. I've been tempted to ask if you wanted a round two, but you've been keeping to yourself."

Her words didn't feel real.

"I'm not sure if that's what you were getting at. Point is - if you ever want to dick around again, I'm game."

Then she returned to herself, watching the ceiling and smoking. The amount of self control she had baffled you. Maybe her feelings weren't as intense as yours, but nonetheless there was still enough there for her to want to do it again. That had to mean something, right?

You'd feel like a fool for saying no, because surely if you had another night with her then that feeling would shake. Or would it? What if it only got worse? Perhaps, there was only one way to find out.

"Yeah, sure." You answered.

She turned to you with raised brows, "Really?"

Confidently, you nodded.

And that confidence had you riding some sort of metaphorical high, because then you reached for the joint pinched between her index and thumb.

"What do I do?"

She scanned you, large pupils darting around your features as she calculated what to think or do or say.

"Ah-okay. So just hold it up to your lips like I was, and breathe in. Be gentle though, or else you'll cough. Yeah, like that."

The burn in your throat and lungs was extremely uncomfortable, and you still coughed. You knew your first time smoking wouldn't make you feel anything, but it only seemed fitting since Ellie was the one to pop your cherry.

She chuckled at your struggled breathing, took one last hit, and then put out the last of it on the tray set aside.

"I don't have my strap on me right now-"

"I don't care."

Again, her response was delayed, "Ya sure? Isn't that like the whole point?"

"Doesn't have to be. We can save it for next time."

She scoffed sarcastically, "Next time?"

You mocked her scoff, "Uh- yeah. If you wanted seconds you're most likely to want thirds, too."

The smirk on her lips made you think she was impressed.

"Alright, I like the sound of that."

A wide smile broke out, and you bit it back, watching as she smoothly inched toward you.

One of her palms fell to your thigh, the other feeling the curve of your jaw. Honey-like warmth filled your woman hood, your heart beating with excitement, fingers tingly with anticipation.

Ellie hovered inches away from your face, eyes glazed with lust and her high. A hungry spark quickly ignited in your stomach.

"C'mon pretty girl, don't leave me hangin'."

And you didn't.

The taste of her lips was everything you had been intensely craving for so long. Soft, sure, experienced, knowing. All your muscles were tense yet relaxed.

She wasn't close enough. You cupped her face and neck and urged her closer. Her smile was mixed into your sinful kiss, her nails were also digging into your thigh and made the fire within you brighter and hotter. Then your tongues clashed and collided, sending you deeper.

It relieved you how stimulated Ellie made you feel. You didn't want to waste another second with her, yet you wanted to soak this all up, and let yourself sufficiently scratch this itch she had left. Alas, you tugged at her shirt and helped her squirm out, then she pinned your shoulders to the cushions.

"Someone missed me." Ellie huffed, unbuttoning your jeans.

"You have no idea."

At this she smiled - completely full of it.

But her smile slowly faded once she reached your dampened panties, and she went into deep thought.

"Is something wrong?"

She squinted at you, then wondered, "Wanna scissor?"

Your soul drained from your face.

"We don't have to - just askin' if you wanna try."

"I mean..." you weren't entirely sure what 'scissoring' was, "have you done it before?"

Just like that fateful night, she was nonchalant, "Yeah. It's a lot of work, but worth it."

A lot of work? What could be more work that what she did with her strap?

You wanted to find out.

"Let's do it."

Sticky panties were ripped down your legs, then came her own bottoms - to match her you took off your shirt. Next, you watched curiously as she situated herself onto the furniture, positioning your legs and slotting herself between them.

"Oh....this is....different." You commented as she adjusted.

She looked at you with worry, "You still wanna do this?"

"Yes."

Her warm, large hand took your thigh and pressed it against her torso, your ankle dangling near her ear. She reached down and took your clothed boob in her palm, grinding her slick center along yours. Both of you sighed, and you squeaked when she pinched your nipple.

"Whatcha think?" Swollen and slick bottom lip pinched between her teeth lustfully.

A needy twinge accented your voice, "Don't stop!" Pathetically you tried to grind yourself up onto her.

"That's what I like to hear."

Again, her level of experience really showed. She knew how to swivel and dip her moving hips to glide against you in the most pleasurable way. Meanwhile, her tattooed hand wandered across your chest. Shoving your bra up your chest to watch your tits move with her ruts, toying with your borderline-painfully-hard nipples. Despite her doing most of the work you still felt a sheer layer of sweat perspire on your skin.

"Shit Ellie!" She had upped the anti.

Carefully trimmed nails leaving imprinted arches in your limb, but she wasn't without evidence either. The thigh folded by your hip was gripped and scratched and bruised from your desperate attempts to keep yourself steady and bring her that much closer.

"Fuck babe, I think I'm gonna cum-" Ellie panted.

Stuttering, strong hips jutted clumsily, barely stimulating the both of you, but just enough to tip you over the edge like a cat knocking a vase off the counter.

It had become a collaborative effort to milk your orgasms, most of it involuntary on account of your climax. Like bitches in heat you both moaned and whined and sucked air through your teeth while humping each other; every roll of the waist more exhausted than the last.

When you both came to a standstill, Ellie chuckled and tiredly closed her eyes, "Fuck...that was so hot."

Between gasps for air you laughed. This isn't exactly what you planned, but you had absolutely no complaints about the outcome.

"So..." you slowly sat up, "are we like fuck buddies now? Or are you just going to keep finding ways to pop my cherry?"

"Hmm," Ellie pursed her lips sarcastically, "I can be whatever you want me to be."

Giggling, you playfully shoved her from you and began to search for your clothes. The soreness in your legs and muscles in general already began to hit.

"Actually, fuck buddies could be fun."

You whipped your head around to find Ellie with her jeans unbuttoned and barely over her hips, baby hairs stuck to her forehead and taking a long sip of her water. Emerald eyes watching your every move with an everlasting desire.

"Whatever Williams."

"I'll take that as a yes."

Finally, you finished redressing and joined her on the loveseat to recoup, her eyes still watched you, "Quit being a little shit, we have to finish patrol."

She kissed her teeth, "Fuck patrol...I wanna know when I can finish you again."

Your jaw nearly slammed onto the floor.

"Oh my god Ellie!"

"Okay okay, I'm done. Let's get going."

With that, you both gathered your items and prepared to face the roaming infected that still plagued the outskirts of Jackson.

You should've expected Ellie to smack your ass on the way out the door.

#ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie x you

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separatist-apologist · 1 year

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Still A Sunbeam

Summary: As a child, Elain Archeron is pushed into a pond by the heir to the Day Courts throne, Lucien Spell-Cleaver, and vows she'll never forgive him for it. But as an adult, Elain finds that if she wants out of an arranged marriage to a Spring Court prince, she will need Day Court's help. More is at stake than a decades-old rivalry, and when their home is threatened, Elain and Lucien will have to set aside old differences and work together

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While Day Court descended into madness, preparing for Amera’s birthday, Elain was descending into a different sort of hell. A letter had arrived from Killian, speaking the words she’d dreaded for so long.

Elain,

Spring has been lonely without your presence. Each morning I stroll through the garden, past your crocuses and lilies thinking I’ll see you with your hands buried in the dirt. I forget you’ve left, and embarrassingly, drag tea out only to find its only the gardener. And you’re gone, locked up in a musty Day Court library.

I should have offered to train you myself. I was a fool—a fool who is in love with you. It is but another thing I should have said before you left. I imagine you agreeing to stay had I gotten on my knees and told you those words. If you’d known I’ve loved you your whole life, and have only been too cowardly to admit it, would you have stayed here with me?I’ve asked Helion Spell-Cleaver if I might represent Spring during the celebration of his mates birthday and he has agreed. I mean to tell you in person and to offer myself to you however you wish to have me. I can be whatever you like, so long as you want me.

Your ever faithful servant,

Killian

Elain had the letter memorized. She’d read over it, certain there was some sentence she’d missed in which Killian admitted the whole thing was some horrible joke. That he hadn’t written to Helion before Elain, and he wasn’t plotting to drag her back to Spring. Elain knew Killian believed it when he said he’d be her instructor, just as she knew he’d spend the whole time trying to get into her skirts before he abandoned his tutelage entirely.

It felt horribly selfish to go to Amera for another favor, and yet the day before her birthday, Elain couldn’t contain herself. She and Lucien had devolved into horrible squabbling, a direct result of her own frustration and inability to pay attention. Lucien had stormed out, hands in the air while declaring her utterly hopeless.

She certainly felt like it.

She just needed to clear the air, and so Elain found Amera perched in her mates lap in a small nook while he fed her berries. It was so soft, so romantic that Elain’s chest ached. She wanted that, too.

Helion spotted her first, offering her an unrepentant grin that was so reminiscent of his son. Helion wore it better, she thought. His eyes were kind. Lucien was always looking at her as though she were something nasty stuck to the bottom of his shoe.

“Is everything well?” he asked in that rumbling voice of his. Elain felt strangely settled. Warm and calm.

“Yes. I was just hoping I could speak with Lady Amera?”

“One day,” Helion murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her neck, “you will be only mine.”

She smiled, practically glowing as she slid from his lap. The High Lord left her at the table, giving Elain leave to occupy the opposite chair.

“Is this about a certain High Lord’s son?”

“Yes,” Elain breathed, relieved Amera already knew. “He’s confessed his love and I–”

“He what?” she replied, a hand pressed to her chest. Finally, someone understood how dire the situation was.

“Yes! He wants to get married and take over my instruction entirely, but I can’t—he’ll…I—he just wants a dutiful wife. Please—”

“I don’t think that’s entirely true,” Amera said with wonder, her eyes as wide as saucers. “It’s just new to him, that’s all.”

Elain felt strangely betrayed. “New?”

“Being in love, I mean. He’ll settle once he gets used to it. How can I help, Elain? What can I do to make you feel comfortable—”

“Forbid him from taking me back.”

Amera blinked, confusion gracing her lovely features. “Take you where?”

Elain swallowed the urge to scream. How did she not understand what Elain was trying to say, of the risks of allowing Killian into the place to begin with. “Spring. Helion has promised me a year, but Killian—”

“Killian,” Amera interrupted, eyes glassy. She sat back in her chair, fingertips pressed against her lips. “Of course. From Spring Court. He’s in love with you.”

“I—” Who else would Elain be talking about? “Yes. He wants to get married and I don’t. He’s going to ask me and I need…I am hoping you’ll intercede on my behalf? Warn him of some unbreakable vow I’ve made, a bargain between us?”

“Of course,” Amera agreed, nodding her head like a true conspirator. “I’ll inform Helion of a bargain between us. A year in Day Court, during which you cannot leave with anyone…with anyone but Lucien.”

A decent loophole. “And in exchange I…”

“You work solely on our behalf?” she asked, shrugging her shoulders helplessly. The deal hung between them, though, shimmering like golden sunlight. Elain offered Amera her hand, and the Lady took it, binding them in gold thread.

“I suppose I should have asked my son before agreeing he’ll take this on,” she said with a sweet smile. “I trust he’ll understand. All you need to know, Elain, is that in my court, females are allowed to reject a male suitor without consequence. Regardless of where they call home. If he asks, you are free to say no—the High Lord will back up your choice.”

Elain took a breath. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Perhaps you might do me a favor as well?”

Elain raised her brows, curious what the Lady of Day might need from her. “Anything.”

“Will you keep an eye on Eris when he arrives. Show him around, make him feel comfortable? If he relaxes, so will his younger brothers.”

“I could do that,” Elain agreed. She’d have agreed to anything in order to secure Amera’s support. Elain knew the stories about Eris Vanserra. He was cruel and mercurial, his fathers right hand man. No one had anything good to say about Eris except Elain, who still remembered how he’d lept into that pond after her, saving her from a miserable drowning death.

She’d always wanted to see him again, if only to thank him.

Elain slept soundly that night, her dreams sunny and pleasant. She woke early and dressed in one of the Summer Court fashions Arina had found for her. Elain slid the silken fabric over her body, marveling that after just a week under the Day Court sun, her skin was starting to glow, just like everyone else's. She looked tanner, her shoulders dotted with a constellation of freckles.

She looked happy.

Elain supposed she was, though she was lonely, too. She’d struggled to make friends, though in truth, she wasn’t trying very hard. Arina had extended an offer to show Elain the city which Elain had rebuffed. Arina intimidated her, with the easy grace with which she moved and the confidence she carried herself with. Arina wouldn’t have to bed the Lady of Day to save her from a potential suitor.

She probably would have put Lucien in his place if he was rude, too. Elain vowed she would try harder, starting right then, to make Arina like her. The cerulean dress, with its little triangles cut out of the waist, had the lowest neckline on a gown she’d ever worn, and no sleeves at all. Elain used a pretty, pearl studded headband to hold back her hair and placed little blue gems in her arched ears for effect. She painted her mouth and her eyes with just enough shimmer to be lovely without being overwhelming, and then she was off to find Eris.

She found Lucien instead, dressed surprisingly well in a pair of well-fitted white pants. He wore, of course, nothing else, unless you counted the golden cuff around his bulging bicep, but that was pretty normal for Day. He was clearly attempting to be formal if the crown placed atop his head was any indication.

He took one quick, sweeping glance of her before turning his eyes back toward the entrance of the grand hall. “What do you need, Elain?”

“Your brother,” she replied, keeping her voice light. Lucien fiddled with a ring on his pointer finger, his face contorting in a scowl. “Your mother asked me to greet him.” Lucien turned to face Elain fully, crossing his arms over his muscular chest. He was decidedly distracting that day, though Elain couldn’t determine why. Only that scent of him—wood smoke and leather—invaded her senses in a rather visceral way.

“I thought she liked you.”

Elain wasn’t going to let him get under her skin. Not today. “Maybe she’s trying to avoid a fight.”

“Oh, that’s a certainty,” he grumbled, looking back at the arching pillars with moody eyes. “Eris can’t help himself. None of the Vanserra’s can.”

“And you, Lucien? Can you help yourself?”

He shuddered, as if the mere notion of being a gentleman revolted him. “Of course I can,” he said snappishly. “I—what is he doing here?”

Elain had forgotten Killian was coming and Lucien had been utterly unaware, it seemed. Killian strolled in, handsome as ever in a spring green jacket buttoned to his neck and immaculate black pants tucked into his riding boots. His hair hung around his tan face, a golden halo that wasn’t entirely unappealing. She’d forgotten how good looking he was and though Elain didn’t want to marry him, she caught herself wondering if convincing him to court her wasn’t the better strategy in the long run.

Maybe she could change him. Convince him that the Spring Court was antiquated.

Of course, that would require loving him, and Elain wasn’t sure she ever would. Killian grinned, bright and warm, as he came toward her.

Lucien stepped just in front of her before Killian reached her, russet eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“Welcome to Day Court,” Lucien said, his face very much communicating the opposite. “Elain is working.”

“Surely she can be spared for five minutes,” Killain all but growled. Lucien squared his shoulders, an edged smile gracing his features.

“You’ll see her tonight I’m sure.”

Killian’s lip curled over his teeth, his disdain plain. “Little Lucien is all grown up, then. I remember when you were crying in my mothers garden.”

Lucien stood ramrod straight with a good three inches on Killian despite the differences in their age. Lucien’s expression flattened. “I’ll bet you remember the same for Elain, too. How old are you, again? At least as old as her mother, right?”

Killian’s snarl of anger ricocheted around them. Elain had allowed this to go on for too long and if she wasn’t careful, Killian would think something was happening between her and Lucien. She stepped around Lucien, placing a polite hand on his forearm.

“Killian, I—”

She gasped, momentarily overwhelmed by an image shoving its way into her mind, forcing her to bare witness. Elain’s knees buckled, dragging her to the marble. In the distance, she could hear male voices arguing, but Elain couldn’t hear them.

Screaming invaded her senses. Somewhere, a man was in pain, shouting, pleading. Elain, Elain—don’t you touch her—

The vision shifted to an Autumn wood, to Lucien in bloodied, golden armor holding a ruined animal limb in one hand. With a feral expression he turned, looking down at her huddling on the ground. He bared his teeth, dripping red and brutally sharp.

Elain screamed. Someone was holding her, moving quickly. “Stop it, stop right now,” Lucien panted, striding through the halls of the Sun Palace. His expression was ashen, his grip unforgiving. “He’s going to figure it out, you have to stop yelling, Elain.”

She moaned in pain. Elain’s knees were bruised and her head pounded.

“What’s going on?”

That was Helion. Elain felt Lucien set her against something soft.

“I have to go,” Lucien breathed, running a hand through his hair.

“What happened?” Helion asked a second time, gold eyes focused wholly on Elain.

“I told Killian it’s just too much sun and excitement and I think he believed me—but fuck,” Lucien swore, turning his back to Elain again. She’d begun trembling from the aftershocks of her vision. “Did you know?”

Elain swallowed hard, sitting herself up on a long divan. She was in the High Lord’s private chambers if the scent was anything to go by. “Yes.”

“Fuck,” he swore again, looking to his father who was, understandably confused. “Does he know?”

“No,” Elain said, wrapping her arms around her body. “And if he finds out…”

Helion sat gingerly on the edge of the divan. Lucien cocked his head, some of the color returning to his cheeks.

“What did you see?” he asked, ignoring his father entirely. Eain opened her mouth, closing it quickly the moment the sound of scream flooded back through her mind.

“A Seer,” the High Lord breathed. “You’ve kept it a secret.”

“No one is supposed to know,” she all but pleaded, looking from Helion to his son. Lucien’s glazed expression made her nervous.

“Lucien,” his father said sharply. It was a warning, one his son beheld immediately. Helion reached for Elain’s shin, squeezing gently. “Is your High Lord aware?”

This was the test. If she said yes, Helion might reach out to Spring, inform them of what they’d let slip, and force her into a marriage she didn’t want. But if she told Helion no, he, too, might try and find a way to keep her.

She’d been silent for too long, and the High Lord of Day was canny. He sighed a controlled breath.

“No else is to know. Not even your mother. The fewer people who are aware, the better.”

Elain didn’t feel relief at his words. Her parents had warned her of what would happen—of wars, of kidnappings, of assassinations. Elain hadn’t made it a week.

Her eyes lifted to Lucien, still staring with a peculiar look. Elain forced herself to look away. Smiling, she told the High Lord, “I’ll make apologies to Lord Killian. I’m sorry for the inconvenience I’ve caused.”

She rosed, despite how her vision swam with black. She wanted to lie down again, wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep the rest of the day. Lucien pressed a hand beneath her elbow in what she supposed was his attempt from keeping her upright.

“Can you control them?” Helion asked, cocking his head to the side. Dark hair fluttered to his shoulder, obscuring one of his piercing gold eyes. Wildly, Elain wondered if Lucien’s eyes would do the same when he became High Lord.

“No.” What was the point of lying if the High Lord was thinking of making her his weapon. Elain wanted to pull out of Lucien’s grasp given he was so obviously his fathers right hand man. She didn’t, if only to remain on two feet.

“As far as I know, only Day Court has hosted Seers. At least, in Prythian,” he said, his voice deep and grave. “Regardless of where they were born. It is always our privilege to have you. Consider in keeping with tradition and transcribing your visions in detail, along with if any come to pass. I could assign a scholar to you—only they would ever read them until the time of your death.”

He wanted to study her? Elain didn’t drop her smile.

“I’ll consider it.”

Helion nodded, his eyes flicking to his son. Something unspoken passed between them and then Lucien was leading Elain out, his touch feather light. It remained that way until the doors were closed fast behind them. Only then did he reach for her, dragging her with an ironclad grip toward a large pillar half shaded from the sun.

“What did you see?” he demanded, holding her far closer than she would have liked. If Elain closed her eyes, she could still scent the metallic salt of blood clinging to his skin.

Lucien in armor, Lucien ripping something to pieces.

“Nothing that concerns you,” she retorted, pulling her arm from his grasp.

“You touched me,” he reminded her, drawing in deep breaths. “And then you collapsed. Tell me what you saw.”

But Elain couldn’t. She didn’t know how to interpret it and risked telling him something he shouldn’t know. Elain’s eyes drifted toward the portrait hanging behind. She could see her reflection in the sunlight and glass, her own eyes staring back at her with anger.

Lucien shook her lightly. “Tell me, Elain.”

He looked up at him. “Why, you have a mate, my lord. I saw her, and she’s as beautiful and charming as you. A true match—”

“Elain,” he warned.

She wrenched her aching body from his fingers. “You’re so arrogant to think that vision had anything to do with you. That you were the catalyst that brought it on, or that the Mother is so interested in your fate she’d seek to warn you off your current path.”

Lucien took a step away. “So she sends a warning for you, then?”

Elain looked at the blazing anger in his eyes. All that loathing, and still it didn’t compare to how he’d been in her vision. Elain couldn’t hide her shudder.

“Yes. I think she was.”

LUCIEN:

In all Lucien’s life, he didn’t think he’d ever been so rattled as he had when Elain had touched his arm. Why she’d done that, Lucien would never know. What he did know was the moment her fingers connected, something went taut in his chest. She’d collapsed immediately after, her skin so cold that for one sickening moment, Lucien thought she’d merely dropped dead.

But Elain had been alive, and in the aftermath—learning she was a Seer, that it was a secret burden she’d been carrying her whole life—Lucien knew Elain had seen him. It was the way she stared at him with such unguarded horror. As if she knew the terrible, gruesome fate that was awaiting him.

She wouldn’t say. With her usual disdain, Elain refused to tell him what she’d seen before she took off to fix her mistake with Killian.

The worst part of all of it was not being able to tell anyone. Not Arina, who’d come to replace Elain. He still had to meet his brothers and Arina, beautiful in vibrant orange, was someone Eris wouldn’t care at all about insulting. She was pure Day, utter, burning sunlight. Eris hated everyone and everything about Day. Elain was harder to insult. Lucien was more likely to keep control of his temper if he was also trying not to embarrass his father in front of Spring.

“How long do you think they’ll make us wait?” Arina asked, examining long, polished nails.

“Maybe they’ve changed their minds,” Lucien grumbled, turning in a circle in the middle of the hall.

“Did you see Lord Killian?” she asked, raising her brows with interest. “He’s handsome.”

“He’s a prat,” Lucien mumbled, still annoyed about Elain’s vision. “Don’t fuck him.”

“I don’t think I could. He’s got eyes only for Elain.”

A growl slipped from Lucien’s throat at the mere mention of Elain’s name. Arina’s brows all but vanished into her hairline at the sound.

“Fighting again?”

“She is irritating,” Lucien said, not for the first time. Arina took a breath as long shadows darkened the marble floor in front of them. Whatever defense Arina might have made for

Elain Archeron died when Tanwen strolled into the Day Court palace with those sharp, cruel eyes. He’d come armed, two crossed axes strapped to the back of his red tunic. A sword hung from a belt at his hips, marking him a warrior. Lucien hated him for it.

Cadmus and Connal had come dressed like courtiers. Lucien clocked the matching auburn hair, those russet eyes that came from his mother. His brothers were leaner, shorter, and far, far paler than Lucien. It othered them.

Eris strolled in the very last, hands jammed into the pocket of his dark brown jacket. His hair looked windswept, as if he’d just come from the Autumn Woods on a casual stroll. Only his cheeks, bright pink from the unforgiving midday sun, betrayed Eris.

“Baby brother,” Eris crooned as his brothers parted for him. Cool boredom dripped from his every word. “Where is mother?”

“Waiting to greet you,” Lucien replied as Arina edged away. Eris cut a glance in her direction, doing a double take when he caught sight of how lovely she was. For one flickering moment, a shock of emotions flamed in Eris’s amber gaze. Lucien was smug knowing one look from Arina was enough to silence his infuriating eldest brother. He knew Autumn Court couldn’t compare.

Eris blinked, turning back for Lucien. “I thought she’d be waiting on the front steps—”

“I’ve been sent as a warning,” Lucien interrupted, his anger already threatening to get the best of him. “By my father.”

“Ah, yes, of course. The bastard sons of Autumn threaten his carefully cultivated peace, right? If we don’t behave, he'll lock mother away for another century as punishment?”

“My father isn’t the one who does the locking up,” Lucien spat angrily. Behind Eris, Connall's hands bunched to fists. “No one wants you here but mother, and inevitably, the four of you will fuck it all up. Like always.”

Arina put her hand on Lucien’s shoulder, a warning he’d taken things too far. Eris clocked the movement, his hatred plain.

“Of course. Will you take us to her now?” Eris asked flatly.

Lucien was spoiling for a fight. Flame crackled between them, warming his already hot blood. Lucien had but a drop of his mother’s magic, magic that flowed so strongly through Eris that Lucien recognized what he was on instinct alone. Eris had been trying to learn the depths of Lucien’s power his whole life and wondered if Eris wasn’t snapping for a little blood, too.

Arina tried to slip off but Lucien caught her around the waist and pulled her into him. The second he deposited his brothers off to his mother, Lucien intended to get so drunk he forgot he was a prince, forgot his own name. He needed Arina for that. Only she could convince him to come back up instead of sleeping in a gutter.

Arina squirmed, so obviously uncomfortable. “Lucien,” she tried to whisper, but a soft growl from behind them silenced her. Lucien started to turn, to demand which of his brothers had demanded she quit speaking, but Lucien’s father was waiting at the end of the hall with a tight smile. His father intended to make the best of it.

“Eris,” he said, inclining his head with respect. It was loathesome to offer any kindness to Beron Vanserra’s spawn. Lucien pulled Arina back, out of the sight of his brothers now bowing to his father. Only Eris turned to look at them, his amber eyes alight with some violent emotion Lucien couldn’t place. Couldn’t name.

Didn’t want to. He turned the two of them around, shaking with hatred. Arina, too, was trembling so hard Lucien thought she might vanish. Neither said a word as Arina reached for his hand, pulling him through the open corridors toward the courtyard. The coolness of the palace evaporated in the humidity, clinging to Lucien’s skin almost instantly.

“Arina—”

“Send me to Naxos,” she breathed, looking up at him with wild, terrified eyes. “Send me to Crete. Better, send me to Night Court as emissary—”

“Arina!” Lucien gripped the tops of her shoulders, blinking as some strange scent wafted over him. It made his hair stand on end, made his blood sticky and hot. That scent was a warning to back away from her.

A warning she’d been claimed.

They were both panting in the heat, eyeing the other with open fear. “Arina,” he whispered, trying—and failing—to think of a worse fate. “Which one?”

She pressed her palm to her mouth to suppress a scream. Her eyes flooded with tears, sparkling in the daylight.

“Send me away.”

“Which one?”

Lucien thought of Elain, of her irritating words. You have a mate, my lord.

Had she mistaken him for Eris, then? Or had she known the entire time?

You’re so arrogant.

Lucien suppressed a slithering disappointment as Arina responded. “Eris.”

He burst out laughing. “Eris is foul. He has no equal—you are far superior.”

Arina wrung her hands before her, looking behind him with fearful eyes. He’d never seen Arina look like that. Not when her mother had died and she’d been left in the care of her father. Not when that male from Winter had pursued her so relentlessly there had been concern he might try and kidnap her.

Only Eris could elicit such a response. Lucien imagined Arina trapped in Autumn just as his mother had been, stuck in that miserable Forest House forbidden from ever seeing the sun. How had so many females under Lucien’s roof suddenly found themselves in danger of being trapped in terrible marriages?

“We’ll tell him we’re engaged,” he said immediately, before he could let himself regret it. He loved Arina—and he’d marry her to keep her safe. But he didn’t love Arina. And despite what he might say late at night, Lucien was holding out for love like his parents had. Even if he had to wait centuries for it.

Arina shook her head. “No. No that—no. Will your father intercede on my behalf?”

Lucien opened his mouth to assure her he would. That Helion had meant it when he’d said no female was required to be with a male she didn’t herself choose. But he knew his father regretted the tension between Autumn and Day, and both of his parents hoped to bridge that divide.

A marriage between her eldest son and one of their scholars was certainly an easy way to create those ties. Lucien closed his eyes and forced himself to think like his fathers emissary. There was a way to navigate all of this without starting another war.

“If we’re careful,” Lucien said, wondering what he’d trade for his best friend's happiness. “And we can find something Eris would prefer more.”

Arina didn’t seem convinced. In truth, Lucien wasn’t, either.

What male would trade all the riches in the world for his mate?

#elucien #elucien fanfic #elain x lucien #love watching luciens life fall apart #tell me when the party ends will you still love who i am

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