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[imagines--galore]

Hello! Can I request a fake dating fic with Clark with coworker and best friend reader please :)

Pairing: Superman(Clark Kent) x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. A/N: Oooooooooooo I ADORE the fake-dating trope! Meep! Also vote for the second part here.

"Your mother thinks what?!"

Several nosy reporters poked their heads up from where they had been working on their latest scoops. Only to be greeted with the sight of you dragging Clark by the sleeve of his shirt and into the empty conference room. To anyone new it would've been an unusual sight, seeing someone as tall as Clark Kent be dragged by someone at least a head or two shorter them him. But the workers at the Daily Planet were used to seeing the two of you together.

Once inside the conference room and assured that no one else would hear you or Clark, you turned you attention back to him

"Keep your voice down!" You huffed, before giving a small shrug. "And its not a big deal."

"A big deal?! Y/n, you lied to your mother." The corner of your mouth twitched and you were unable to meet the disappointed look in his blue eyes. "I didn't lie to her per se."

Clark rolled his eyes, arms crossing over his broad chest. "Well you didn't correct her either."

Pouting slightly you threw him an accusing look. "Yeah well, its your fault isn't it? You shouldn't have gotten me such an expensive gift for my birthday! She just saw the necklace and when she asked who gave it to me I said you did, and then she just assumed we were going out and I.......I didn't correct her." Your voice trailed off, seeing that you weren't really going to win this argument.

At the mention of the necklace, your fingers had unconsciously lifted to run the tips of them along the piece of jewelry that you had taken to wearing since Clark gave it to you.

It was truly a gorgeous piece, and now counted as one of your most prized possessions. Not because it was probably expensive, but because Clark had been the one to give it to you. His gaze dropped to your throat as well, where the necklace lay just between your collarbone.

"And now she has invited us over this weekend to meet me?" Clark confirmed, finally meeting your eyes once more to which you gave a nod. "Well she wants to meet the new beau, her words not mine." You were quick to clarify, your eyes widening in horror at the word that had slipped you. "So you're suggesting we spend an entire evening together, and pretend that we're dating?"

You gave a little flinch. "Sounds cliché, I know." Clark only shook his head. "I should really stop you from watching those rom-coms you're always crying over." He grumbled under his breath. "Too many romantic ideas in your head makes for these kinds of situations."

You bristled. "Hey! I'll have you know I watch classical rom-coms, none of those new hallmark rom-coms that makes you wanna puke." You had a particular taste when it came to the movies you watched, although your best friend's taste was significantly different then yours.

Yes.

Best friends.

You and Clark were best friends who were now being roped into fake-dating. Why? Because you were too much of a coward to come out and tell the truth to your over-bearing hard to please mother.

This would either go really good or turn into a complete disaster.

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A few hours later you and Clark were both at his apartment, sharing the food you had ordered to bribe him further.

"Well I suppose we should start setting the rules and such? At least thats what they do in movies." You suggested, once the Kryptonian had managed to go through half the food. A well-fed Clark was a happy Clark, you had learned long ago.

"Remind me again why am I doing this for you?" He asked, digging into your takeout container to steal one your chicken pieces. You smacked his chopsticks away with your own, pulling the container out of his reach.

"Because I'm buying you dinner here, and also because you love me." You stated in such a off-handed manner as you stuffed your mouth with chicken that you didn't even notice how Clark stiffened at your side at your words.

Polishing off the food you began to speak. "They'll be coming in a couple days, so dress nice, and appropriately. Make sure to wear your coat. I know you have an internal heater given that you're freakin' E.T." You gestured to his overall physique, to which he rolled his eyes at you. "But us puny humans get cold a lot, so coat, hat, and gloves."

"I know, Y/n." He said in an exasperated tone, to which you grinned. You loved messing with him, acting all delicate and weak just to tease him about his strength and powers. It was all in good fun though.

"She already knows how we met, and will probably ask really nosy questions. Dad will just sit there quietly and let her do all the talking. Besides he already likes you so you don't have to win him over." Clark looked up from where he had been pouring himself a drink.

"He does?" You smiled at him. His blue eyes were so hopeful and the smile he wore was so adorable. Did it really matter to him that your parents liked him?

You shrugged. "Well yeah. I mean I did tell him how you helped me out with the stalker situation, without telling him that you were Superman, and he was really grateful. Said it was good that I had someone sensible looking out for me." You poked your tongue out at the triumphant look in his eyes. "I agree with your father, between the two of us one of us should be the sensible one."

Raising an eyebrow at him you leaned towards him, arms wrapped around your legs which you had pulled up on the couch. Your eyes narrowed. "Remind me which one of us flies around wearing a cape and goes around actually looking for trouble?"

Clark gave a smug smile, leaning back against the couch and resting the back of his head on his forearm. "At least I can handle trouble. If I didn't, I couldn't have handled you all these years now could I?"

You scoffed, though you were unable to fight off the smirk that pulled at your lips. "Oh please. You? Handle me? I'd like to see you try."

"Is that an invitation?"

"Do you honestly need one Kent?"

"I am a gentleman Y/L/N. Of course I do."

"Alright fine! If you pull off convincing my mother we're dating, I'll let you handle me however you want."

Translation: You would do whatever he asked you to do.

"And if I loose, I'll take you up to the Watch Tower again."

"Sounds good! I'm due for a gossip session with Wally and Diana."

He stuck out his hand. "May the best of us win." You grinned, grasping his hand within your own and giving it a firm shake. "Oh, I will."

Clark only smirked. When it came to betting and competitions, you both had rather competitive streaks. Sometimes he would win, and other times you were the victor. It was always fun to one-up the other.

And you had a feeling this little competition would take the cake.

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The day of the dinner arrived, and you spent the entire day pampering yourself. Just because it was a fake dinner date with your parents, with your fake boyfriend, it didn't mean you couldn't be looking nice.

Good think it was a Saturday. You were meeting your parents in the evening, and Clark would be picking you up. You had only just put the finishing touches on your makeup when the bell rang. Dashing to the door, quite the feat since you were wearing heels, you pulled it open.

The sight that greeted you had your mind short-circuiting.

Both of your office attires were semi-formal at best, and at home both of you wore the worst of your clothes. And though the image of Clark as Superman was impressive enough, nothing could beat the sight that your eyes feasted on right then.

You had told him to dress nicely, and clean up. And damn, did he clean up good. Under the winter coat he had on, he was wearing a black suit that was tailored to show off his muscular body perfectly. The shirt under the jacket was a deep red, which actually looked quite good with the black tie. You had a sudden urge to tug him forward by grabbing it, but you refrained yourself.

Little did you know, Clark was battling his own inner dilemma. Seeing you standing there in the dress you had chosen for the evening. Wearing the necklace he had gotten you. You were already beautiful on a daily basis, but right then you looked absolutely stunning.

Managing to come back to the present, you gave him a quick smile. "You clean up nice Kent. Just let me grab my coat and we'll get going." You pivoted on your heel to retrieve the garment, completely missing the way his blue eyes roamed the expanse of bare skin the dress left exposed.

Tonight would be a long night for him.

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"So far so good."

You heaved a sigh as you slumped into your chair, with Clark drawing gentle circles on the back of your hand. You mother had gone to the powder room while your father stepped out for a quick smoke, under the pretense of a phone call.

"I now understand where you get your perceptive nature from." He attempted to joke, recalling to all the questions your mother had thrown at the both of you over the course of the evening.

"Yes, but unlike my mother, I know when to stop." You muttered, taking yet another sip of your wine. You had topped off long ago, and were still going strong. You needed all the alcohol you could get when it came to dealing with your mother.

"Well we're just left with dessert." He pointed out as the waiter brought their choice of desserts and left. You didn't even wait for your parents to get back, starting to dig into the chocolate tart you had ordered. Clark shot you an amused glance to which you held out a spoonful of chocolatey goodness for him to taste. He obliged, never once breaking eye contact with you. And the absolutely sinful way his mouth wrapped around the spoon had an involuntary shudder course through your entire body.

The feeling had become rather frequent since the start of the evening.

When Clark had taken your hand to help you out of the cab.

When his hand had rested against the bare skin of your exposed back.

When he had settled beside you and offered you a reassuring smile.

When you had rested a comforting hand on his thigh when your mother's words had become a little too harsh and you had defended him.

When your foot had slid to touch his under the table and had stayed there for the rest of the evening.

When you had allowed your pinkies to touch when both your hands had rested next to one another on the table.

When your eyes had met and he had recounted the time he had first met you. You had never considered the moment from his point of view, and your heart had nearly melted at what he had described.

How he had thought you were one of the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. How he adored the way you were able to call him out on his bullshit. How he could just be himself when he was around you.

It was a pity all of this was pretend.

Or was it?

As he pulled away from the spoon, your eyes drifted to his lips where a small chocolate smudge had remained. You had no idea what compelled you to reach out and gently wipe away the thick chocolate.

Only to bring the digit to your lips and licking it clean.

You definitely weren't imagining the way Clark's eyes darkened, his light blue orbs suddenly taking on a stormy sheen that had you shivering deliciously.

This had to be an award-winning performance right?

Whatever trance the two of you were in was broken by the arrival of your mother, loudly complaining about something in the powder room that wasn't to her liking. You turned your attention back to her, with Clark a little surprised that your mother had been so oblivious to the moment you and him had been having just a moment ago.

Suddenly Clark sat up straight. You frowned at him as he quickly stood and muttering something about a phone call walked out of the restaurant, just as your father returned.

He returned moments later. "I apologize everyone, but Mr. White needs me to cover a story and I need to get going right now." He said, picking up his coat from the back of his chair as he did. From the urgency in his voice you quickly deduced that it was superhero business.

"Well now!' Your mother began indignantly to which you quickly cut her off. "The life of a reporter. Always on the clock." You said with a small laugh as you stood as well.

"Enjoy the rest of the evening everyone. And don't worry about the bill." Clark added with a charming smile. He was doing that on purpose, you knew.

He turned his attention to you and you smiled at him. "Well go do your job then and be careful." You straightened the collar of his coat. He nodded. "Yes ma'am."

Before you could say anything else he quickly leaned down, cupping the side of your face, to press a chaste kiss to your lips. It was a simple brush of the lips, and yet you felt it to the very tips of your toes.

It was over just as soon as it had begun.

"I'll see you later." He muttered as he pulled back before he was off.

You stood there for a few more seconds before slowly sliding into your seat once more.

"I suppose your taste in men has improved significantly Y/n." You heard your mother say. You glanced up at her, still a little lost from having Clark kiss you.

"He's a good one, honey." Your father said gently, giving your hand a small pat.

Just then the big screen television that had been playing some program in the background was interrupted with some breaking news. News that showed Superman and the Justice League fighting yet another threat to Earth.

And while the rest of the patrons and staff clamored to get closer to the screen your eyes never left Clark's face as the camera showed him as Superman, as he rescued civilians.

"He is." You softly spoke, more so to yourself then your parents, as you smiled at the next thought.

Seems he won your little bet this time around.

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[castielli]

EXO KAI x Male Idol Reader

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Y/N made his way over to Kai’s seat, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. He had always been a fan of Kai’s music, and he couldn't believe that he was actually talking to him.

"Hi, Kai!" he said, his voice a little breathless. "It's great to see you."

Kei looked up from his phone and smiled, and Y/N felt his stomach do a flip-flop. Kai was even more handsome in person than he was in pictures.

"Hey, Y/N! How are you?" Kei asked, his voice warm and friendly.

Y/N couldn’t believe it, Kai knew who he was.

He just grinned back, feeling his cheeks grow warm. "I'm good, thanks. Just excited for the show. Are you performing tonight?"

Kai nodded, tucking his phone into his pocket. "Yeah, I am. I'm a little nervous, to be honest. But I'm looking forward to it."

Y/N smiled. "I'm sure you'll do great. Your performances are always amazing."

Kai’s smile widened, and Y/N felt his heart skip a beat. They chatted for a few more minutes, talking about whatever came to their mind. Y/N found himself getting lost in Kai’s words, feeling like they had known each other for years.

As the show began, Y/N couldn't help but steal glances at Kai from across the room. He was mesmerized by the way he moved on stage, the passion he brought to his music. He had never felt this way about anyone before, and he couldn't deny the flutter of excitement in his chest.

During a break in the show, Y/N found himself standing next to Kai. They made small talk, but Y/N couldn’t help but stare at Kai’s beautiful eyes, handsome face and fantastic body.

"You know, Y/N, I've always admired your music…" Kai said suddenly, his eyes meeting Y/N's. "You have such a unique style."

Y/N felt a blush creeping up his neck. "Thanks, Kai. That means a lot coming from you."

Kai smiled, and Y/N felt like he was melting. "I mean it. I've been a fan of yours for a long time."

The rest of the night passed in a blur for Y/N. He couldn't concentrate on anything but Kai, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something there between them. As the night came to a close, he found himself standing next to Kai again, feeling the electricity between them.

"Hey, Y/N." Kei said softly, his hand brushing against the other’s arm. "Can I give you my number? Maybe we could grab coffee sometime."

Y/N felt his heart leap into his throat. He nodded, not able to get a word out.

He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Kai wanted to grab coffee with him? It felt like a dream come true.

"Yeah, that sounds great" Y/N managed to say, his voice a little shaky.

Kai grinned at him, and Y/N felt like he was walking on clouds. They exchanged numbers, premising to text each other later.

As he made his way out of the venue, Y/N couldn't stop thinking about Kai. He had always been attracted to men, but he had never felt this kind of pull towards someone before. He couldn't wait to see where things would go with Kai.

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Enamored [25] - The Maze

A.N: Thank you so much for your amazing feedback my loves, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤ 

Summary: Midnight decisions come with consequences.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, angst, implications of sex

Word Count: 5700

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It seemed as if everyone else was having fun but you.

It wasn’t that surprising, considering your heart was broken to pieces and every single thing about this wedding retreat just reminded you what you had planned for your own future, not to mention how in love you had been—

How much of a fool you had been.

You were supposed to enjoy these two days, especially now that the rest of the ton was here. At every corner there was a different entertainment, some had gone into the woods to hunt, some were playing games in the garden, there was a theatre company at some part of the yard setting up their stage, and there were many people promenading.

Yet, none of those options were appealing to you, so you ended up exploring the house in a desperate attempt to stay away from the person who refused to leave your mind, despite the heartbreak.

Elias had told you there were certain rooms in the house that were locked so that no one could get in, apparently they had been that way ever since the divorce so you were adamant on finding those rooms. You had always been good at unlocking since you were a kid, successfully getting into the pastry cabinet much to your cook’s displeasure, so you were sure that you could in fact get in those rooms, you just needed to find them first.

You turned a corner that led you into a deep hallway and tried a door, but it opened very easily, making you scrunch up your face and you closed it again, making your way to the next one, deep in thought. Pierre had told you he wanted to promenade with you in the afternoon and you were planning on accepting his offer, but first you needed to see Cecily and help her pick a gown for tonight’s dinner party. The engagement ball was coming tomorrow night, and you really wanted to make sure there were no flaws in her gown or accessories—

Your train of thought was cut off as soon as you opened the next door and your gasp caught in your throat, the two figures in the room separating from a kiss in a haste. You gawked at Hugh and Kenneth who both seemed out of breath as Hugh did his breaches while Kenneth got into his shirt, but before anyone could even say anything you heard Penelope’s voice from the end of the hall.

“Y/N?”

You turned around and slammed the door shut behind you, leaning back to it, holding the handle quite tight.

“I was exploring the house and thought I saw you,” Penelope made her way to you as you tried to fix your breathing, your heart pounding in your chest. “Are you alright?”

“Oh—yes of course I am!” you said, still leaning back to the door. “I’m also exploring the house, we can do it together! Just not this room, maids must have forgotten to clean it. It’s all dusty and dust makes me all breathless.”

“Oh I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you said, clearing your throat. “But I can’t let my beloved friend and guest see this room in such state, so we’re going somewhere else.”

She let out a laugh as you pushed yourself off the door and linked your arm with hers, pulling her towards the end of the hallway.

“Have you had a chance to see the art gallery?” you asked, desperately trying to distract her and yourself, and she shook her head.

“No, where is it?”

“Downstairs, I found it by accident when I first got here,” you said. “I must admit, Cece was right. I really will need a map—”

“Lord Bridgerton?” Penelope cut you off, looking at the hallway you had just stepped into.

Oh Jesus Christ, you really should have gone outside and spent time with Pierre.

Anthony looked almost frozen and he straightened up from the wall he was leaning against, stealing a look behind him into the hallway before bowing his head to you. The mere sight of his handsome figure was enough to send that familiar pang of pain through your chest but you swallowed thickly and willed a smile on your face.

“Ladies,” he said, his gaze wandering off to you before he forced himself to focus, taking a deep breath. “How are you on this fine day?”

“We’re exploring the house,” Penelope said. “What are you doing in the hallway alone, Lord Bridgerton?”

Anthony cleared his throat. “I uh… I am waiting for Benedict.”

“Right here all by yourself?” you asked and he nodded fervently.

“You know how artists get. He is getting ready to go on a ride but knowing him, he got distracted by a painting on the wall or something.”

“Oh,” Penelope said and looked between you, then squeezed at your arm. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s go get distracted by the paintings as well.”

She pulled you out of the hallway so that you two could reach the staircase to go downstairs, and you let out a shaky breath. She offered you a small smile.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes,” you said. “Yes, why would I not be?”

“Because he broke your heart terribly, Y/N,” she stated “I may not know the details, but everyone knows something happened between you two.”

“Nothing happened.”

“No one believes that,” she scoffed. “You two were courting.”

You heaved a sigh as you two made your way into the art gallery, “We were not courting,” you said. “He’s a rake. He’s unable to love or commit to anybody, and I want a husband who can meet the responsibilities of matrimony. Courting with him just would not make sense. I know what Lady Whistledown writes but no courtship took place.”

Penelope raised her brows, making you smile slightly.

“You don’t believe a word I say, do you?”

“No,” she admitted, coaxing a small laughter from you and Penelope turned her head when she heard Colin calling out for her, “But do let me know if denial somehow starts working for you.”

With that, she walked away from you and you shook your head, then approached a painting. You dug your palms into your eyes for a moment, trying to pull yourself together and just how close it was to be seen by Penelope, then lowered your hands and clasped them behind your back, looking up at the painting.

It took you a moment to recognize the figures and as soon as you did, you scoffed.

Venus and Mars.

How fitting.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Hugh entering the painting room and he made his way to you without sparing any glances to any other person in the room, and took a deep breath.

“Y/N I know you have questions but first,” he said breathlessly. “I ask you not to tell anyone, if this got out in any way—”

“Why would I tell anyone?” you cut him off, confused and that seemed to make him pull back for a moment.

“I just assumed…” he trailed off, at loss for words and you bit down on your lip, then looked around.

“I grew up in Paris,” you reminded him. “It is not the first time I see um, men in love,” you lowered your voice into a whisper and he tilted his head.

“Oh,” he said after a beat and you licked your lips.

“I was under the impression that kissing was how a lady came to be with child, which apparently is not but back then I just assumed when it happened between two men, there couldn’t be the proof of a scandal so in a way it was allowed because my mother had this friend who had an arrangement and also one of my friends back in Paris said—wait, why was Kenneth shirtless though?” you got distracted by your own train of thought and Hugh pursed his lips.

“I’m not answering that question. How do you know?”

“Hm?”

“How do you know kissing is not how a lady comes to be with child?”

You shot him a look, ignoring his grin, then took a deep breath

“Is that why you don’t want to get married? Because you have no desire for ladies?”

“I have desire for ladies and lords,” he corrected you in a whisper and you nodded slowly.

“I see. And are you in love with Kenneth?”

“I’ve just met him, Y/N,” he said with a small smile. “Thank you by the way.”

“For what?”

“For being you,” he said. “I assumed many things but I did not assume the hardest question I would get from you about this would be whether I am in love or not.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “It’s the most important question after all,” you said. “Everything else is a detail. Does Cecily know?”

“She’s the only one who knows, and now you. I’d like to keep it that way.”

You nodded again. “Of course. But Hugh, are you in love?”

He looked around to check if anyone was watching, then bumped his shoulder with yours. “We’ll see. How’s the rake? Is he still following our lovely nymph around with that tormented look in his eyes?”

“Please don’t call me that, I think Mr. Sinclair is around.”

“So is the Parisian with the mustache,” he said. “And your many other suitors. Is that the plan then? You’re going to avoid all of them?”

“No, I’m going to be promenading with Pierre this afternoon.”

“Hugh!” you heard Cecily’s mother, and Hugh heaved a sigh.

“It seems that I’m needed,” he said. “I’ll talk to you later if my mother lets me go, hm?”

“Alright,” you said and watched him walk away from you with a sigh before you forced yourself to gather your thoughts and turned your gaze to the painting once again.

You spent the next hour walking around the huge gallery, admiring the artwork all over the walls and just when you were about to leave, you saw Cecily enter the room.

There was something different about her.

She was almost glowing, a huge smile lighting up her face. Her eyes held a happy glimmer in them and she made her way to you, bouncing on her steps.

“Hello!” she said, making you smile. “I couldn’t see you the whole day!”

“I was exploring the house,” you said, letting her hug you from sideways before she pressed a kiss on your cheek. “How about you?”

“I was…um,” she stammered. “Elias was—Elias was showing me around.”

“Really? Because I’ve been inside the whole day, I didn’t see you two.”

“Well it’s a big house,” she said, averting her gaze from you and you frowned at her gown.

“Cece, your maid missed a loop.”

Her head shot up, “Hm?”

“Your maid missed a loop while she was lacing the front of your dress,” You pointed at the laces over the cleavage of her dress and she looked down at them, then cleared her throat.

“Oh that escaped my attention,” she said, quickly putting the laces into the correct loops and tying them up. “So you’ve been exploring the house?”

“Mm hm.”

“What are your plans for the afternoon?” she asked and you shrugged your shoulders.

“I’ll be spending time with Pierre,” you said, making Cecily scrunch up her face, “What is that expression?”

“Why would you want to spend time with him?”

Well, Cecily and Elias didn’t need to know about your plans after all. It was their weekend and you weren’t going to take it away from them.

You had a feeling that Elias would disagree with you planning on saying yes to Pierre when he asked.

“I enjoy spending time with him,” you said. “And I haven’t seen the half of the yard yet, I’d like to explore outside as well.”

“Have you seen the maze yet?”

Your eyes widened. “There’s a maze?”

“Yes!” she said, “There’s a huge maze right behind the Storm Shelter. I was there yesterday with my mama but didn’t go in.”

“Oh God I want to see it too!” you said. “Do you think I’d get lost?”

“Well apparently Elias got lost there multiple times so the Duke planted white roses leading to the heart of the maze and outside,” she said. “You would just follow the roses. Elias says there’s a fountain at the heart of it!”

“That sounds absolutely beautiful.”

“Promise me you won’t take Pierre there,” Cecily said. “I don’t want you to get influenced by the romantic scenery and find him romantic as well.”

“I’m not taking him anywhere,” you said. “We will just walk around the yard, and Lucie will be with us. At least she will be if I can find her.”

“You haven’t seen her today?”

“No I have, Iona was talking to her and they seemed to be having a fun conversation so I just let them be,” you said. “They’re by the garden, they said they’d stay there—anyway, would you like me to go over what you will wear at tonight’s dinner party?”

Cecily pressed a hand over her chest. “You’re an angel, you know that?”

“Far from it,” you pointed out and linked your arm with hers, making her giggle. “Let’s go then, future duchess.”

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It was only by the afternoon that you and Cecily decided on her gown and you could go outside. It was such a clear sunny day that you couldn’t help but smile, and watched Lucie and Iona who seemed to be having a conversation by one of the trees before you turned your head to catch the sight of Pierre talking to his aunt. You lingered there for a moment, trying to decide whether you should go there or not but before you could make up your mind, someone cleared their throat behind you, making you spin around.

“Lady Danbury,” you said, dropping a curtsy, “Good afternoon.”

“Good afternoon Y/N,” she said and motioned at one of the maids carrying a tray of lemonade. “You weren’t going anywhere, were you?”

“Um—“ you took a look at Pierre who was still talking to his aunt and turned to her, then smiled. “No.”

“Great. I was hoping we could talk.”

You took the lemonade glass from the tray and cleared your throat.

“You seem to feel better,” she stated and you nodded.

“I do,” you said. “Thank you again for your visit. I do wish I could’ve been a better hostess—”

She waved a dismissive hand in air. “You were just perfect, considering the circumstances. Your mother raised you well.”

You offered her a small smile. “It means so much to me to hear this Lady Danbury, you’re very kind.”

“So,” she said. “You have gained a lot of new suitors since I last talked to you. What was it, Lady Whistledown called you? Shooting through London’s marriage mart like a comet?”

“I think I’m among the lucky few that managed to get a praise from Lady Whistledown,” you joked and she nodded.

“But the last time I checked, your heart belonged to one suitor only,” she said, making your smile fade. “Has that changed?”

You looked down at your glass and her eyes found someone over your shoulder before she turned to you.

“Y/N?”

“I was very naïve when I first got here, and afterwards,” you managed to say before lifting your glances at her, “I’m proud to say I’m not anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“It was a childish dream to hope that I would have a love marriage,” you said. “Now I know I must have other expectations and I’m glad to say that I have a suitor in mind that fits those expectations.”

She frowned. “What expectations?”

“An adequate life partner,” you said. “Someone I can build a life with and raise children with. I’ll be…I’ll be busy with my family after I get married and I’m planning not to drag it out, I’ll marry this season.”

Her frown deepened. “But Anthony…”

“I think I will always be in love with Viscount Bridgerton,” you admitted with a sad smile, making her pull back slightly. “But that makes no difference, unfortunately. My feelings cannot change the situation, or him.”

That seemed to make her fall silent for a moment and you shifted your weight.

“I’m sorry, was I not supposed to say that?” you asked and she shook her head.

“No,” she assured you. “No, your honesty is very welcomed. You merely took me by surprise, and not many people can say that.”

You took a sip of your lemonade and her eyes searched your face.

“If you’re in love with him, and seeing that he loves you—”

“He doesn’t.”

Lady Danbury tilted her head. “You believe he does not love you?” she repeated. “My dear girl are you blind?”

“I was,” you said. “When I thought he could love me, when I thought we could have a future. I don’t have the luxury of hoping for that anymore, and I see no point in wasting time.”

She took a deep breath.

“The worst mistake you could do in your life is to get married to someone when you’re in love with another,” she said. “Don’t do this. Your mother would’ve never wanted that sort of misery for you. Don’t…” she trailed off. “Y/N, don’t condemn him and yourself to that torment.”

You bit inside your cheek but before you could say anything else, you heard Pierre’s voice.

“Lady Danbury,” he said, “Mademoiselle.”

“Monsieur Allard.”

“I was hoping I could steal you for a walk?” he asked and you smiled at Lady Danbury.

“Thank you, Lady Danbury,” you said. “Really. Your advice is always precious for me but I’m afraid it’s about time I acknowledge what is possible and what is not.”

She heaved a deep sigh, shaking her head.

“Where’s your father?”

“The duke is inside with aunt Lavinia, they’re in the ballroom if I’m not mistaken.”

“Very well,” she said. “Have a good afternoon Y/N. Monsieur Allard.”

“Lady Danbury,” you both said and you watched her make her way into the house. You waved at Lucie and Iona and Lucie immediately approached you before Pierre offered you his arm.

“Shall we, mademoiselle?”

                                                 *

The dinner party was a success in so many ways, and it wasn’t just because you and Anthony were seated far away from each other. After the dinner party, everyone seemed to be having fun but you had excused yourself to the safety of your room, away from the crowd.

The sun must have been heavy on you in the afternoon because you had fallen asleep almost within the hour of getting to your room, which meant that you woke up in the middle of the night with a gasp, the dream –the memory swirling in your mind, making you press your palms over your eyes.

There was no way you would be getting any sleep now.

You kicked off the covers to get out of the bed and started pacing in your room, your heart still pounding in your ears. That image of Anthony and Siena separating from a kiss was still flashing in your eyes but you shook your head at yourself, then went to the window to open it, letting the fresh air fill into the room. You stayed there by the window, keeping your gaze on the scenery.

Stormview Park was really beautiful, and the yard was no exception.

With a strange timing, Cecily’s words about there being a maze echoed in your head and you pulled back slightly, trying to decide whether you could explore it now or not. It was the middle of the night, which meant there would be no one around, which meant—

It would be peaceful, and maybe focusing on something else would help you get rid of these unwelcomed thoughts.

You hesitated only for a moment before you grabbed your dressing gown off the chair and put it on, then peeked your head out of the door, taking a look into the hallway. It looks completely empty, all the guests were sleeping in their designated rooms so you stepped outside, then made your way downstairs and out of the house as quietly as possible. You went to the backyard, rubbing your arms at the chilly weather, then took a deep breath and grabbed the long skirt of your dressing gown along with your nightgown, lifted it a little and started running towards the Storm Shelter.

Cecily was right, there was a glorious maze standing right behind it.

You could feel your heart beating in excitement before you stepped into the maze, the first white rose greeting you by the corner and a smile you couldn’t stop pulled at your lips.

“Thank you Elias for being terrible with directions,” you murmured as you followed the path to turn the corner, running your hand over the green hedges.

It took you some time to reach the heart of the maze because you kept getting distracted, but when you reached there, the view made you gasp. The marble statues of the maze looked almost mystical, luring you in while the sound of the water sent a calmness over you, making you let out a breath. You stepped closer to the fountain, staring at the statues before you recognized the center piece, and stepped back, a whisper leaving your lips.

“…Mom?”

Cassandra of Troy.

Even under the moonlight you could see how the doomed princess of Troy looked exactly like your mother, standing beside what looked to be the Trojan Horse. You covered your mouth, approaching the statue as that burning in your eyes came back.

You knew about the story. Cassandra was the beautiful princess of Troy, beautiful enough to get Apollo’s attention. Apollo wanted her and gave her the gift of prophecy but upon rejection, he twisted his gift so that no one would ever believe Cassandra.

You shook your head, trying to shake off the thoughts as you approached the fountain to trail your hand in the water, but you were distracted when you heard footsteps. Your heart leaped to your throat as you turned around, but the panic disappear instantly when Anthony entered your sight.

“What are you doing here?” you asked and he stared at you for a couple of seconds, then swallowed thickly.

“I uh… I saw you run here through my window.”

You raised your brows, “And you thought you could just join?”

“I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t get lost,” he said, motioning around. “I don’t know if anyone told you but—”

“Follow the roses, I know.”

He nodded slowly and your heartbeat got faster as your eyes fell upon his handsome face under the moonlight. He still had that stubble and it did nothing to hide his handsome features. Every single muscle in your body was urging you to go to him, to stop this torment as Lady Danbury had said but—

But you couldn’t. You knew you couldn’t.

He took a trembling breath. “I saw you promenading with Allard today,” he said. “Has he asked you yet?”

You didn’t even have to think twice to understand he was talking about Pierre’s upcoming proposal, and you stuck your nose in the air.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your concern.”

The sky lit up, making both of you look up as the sound of lightning reached you and soon the rain started.

“Has he?” he asked again and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Not yet,” you said. “But he will. He keeps implying it. I just hope he waits until we get back to London because I don’t want to distract anyone from this wedding, it’s Cecily and Elias’s weekend—”

He cut you off as if he was in a haste. “Don’t marry him.”

You let out a humorless chuckle, wiping the raindrops off your eyes as you tried your hardest not to look at his white shirt clinging to his body, sending tingles through your lower stomach.

“Right,” you said, forcing yourself to focus. “I suppose you have a reason for—”

“Marry me instead.”

That was enough to make your head snap up and the sound of lightning echoed over the yard as the rain started to pour heavier than before, but all you could do was stare at him, your heart pounding in your ears. Disbelief took over you so suddenly that you were at a loss for words for a moment but you managed to repeat the words as if they weren’t stabbing you in the chest.

“Marry you instead.”

He nodded, his dark gaze searching your face but you just stood there frozen, making him shift his weight.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

This wasn’t—

This wasn’t how he was supposed to do this, none of this was right.

Still, a small part of your mind, the one that always seemed to make your heart lead your decisions made the simple question spill from your lips.

“Why?”

Despite everything, despite your every single claim to be otherwise, you were still naïve. Even you could tell, because deep down you could feel the hope sparking to life inside of you.

Even after he had broken your heart beyond repair, you still wanted his love, desperately. You were almost consumed by the need, and if he was in love with you the way you were in love with him…

It could change everything.

You kept your gaze on him, your expression completely unreadable as though your heart wasn’t slamming against your chest when he took a step towards you.

“Because I—”he trailed off and paused for a moment to swallow thickly, his eyes darting over your face as if he was searching for words.

But when he found them, you wished he hadn’t.

“It’s the logical thing to do, for both of us.”

…Oh.

Of course.

Of course this proposal was based on logic, rather than emotions. It would be foolish to think Anthony would ever propose to you for love.

Of course it had to be logical.

He took a deep breath and threw his shoulders back, as if trying to get rid of some tenseness.

“As my wife you will have access to my fortune and name, and everything that comes with it,” he said as your throat tightened. “I can provide better financial security for you than he can, and as a Viscountess you will have a permanent and influential standing in the ton.”

You could barely feel the rain on your skin, but you felt the icy shards making their way through your veins into your heart, making it harder for you to breathe through the pain.

“And it’s clear that we already have a very strong desire for each other, so having heirs will not prove to be challenging. In fact I think it will be very easy, considering the undeniable attraction.”

Somehow, every single sentence that left his lips managed to make this whole disaster even worse and you gawked at him in complete silence, blinking a couple of times.

“Not to mention, our children would have uncontested places in the ton and they would want for nothing,” he said after a pause. “It’s the perfect union.”

Right.

He wanted you for the easiness of having heirs who would have uncontested places in the ton. That was the logic behind this so-called proposal. Not love, not an ounce of affections, not even remorse over how he had treated you all this time while you were in love with him.

You had been deemed worthy to have his heirs within matrimony, much to his generosity.

You blinked back the tears and shook your head, then walked past him to follow the roses, making him rush after you.

“Y/N—”

“Shut up,” you gritted out, wiping at your eyes and turned the corner without sparing so much as a look at him but that didn’t discourage him from coming after you.

“I don’t understand—”

“No,” you managed to say. “No you don’t understand, that much is clear.”

“But I thought—”

“What?” your voice rose as you spun around to glare up at him, “What did you think, hm? That I would just stand there and accept this humiliation?”

“Humiliation?” he repeated and you turned another corner, making your way through the maze as he rushed after you. “How am I humiliating you when I’m asking you to marry me?”

The lightning crackled through the sky again and you stepped out of the maze, then wiped at your eyes, sniffling.

“Oh is that what you’re doing?” you asked as you turned around to look at him better. “You’re asking me to marry you?”

He looked almost exasperated. “Yes!”

“Then my answer is no,” you said, making him pull back. “I reject your proposal.”

He stared at you for a couple of seconds as if he was in shock.

“…What?”

A hysterical laughter climbed up your chest and you wiped at your face to get rid of the heavy raindrops blurring your vision, but at this point you couldn’t even tell if it were tears or the rain.

“You don’t even see it, do you? You just,” you stopped yourself. “Forget it.”

“You told me yourself that you wanted—”

“I’m not taking this bait again,” you said. “And I’m not going to let you do this again. I’m not.”

He pulled his brows together. “What am I doing, exactly?”

“You’re trying to drag me into this game!”

“Oh I’m dragging you into this game?” he repeated. “You’ve been announcing how you would only marry for love to anyone who’s listening ever since you arrived, you looked me in the eye and told me you loved me and now you reject my proposal but I’m the one playing games?”

“I’m going to marry Pierre,” you said as you turned to walk away from him but he grabbed you by the arm and spun you around, making you shove him back by pushing at his chest. You tried to ignore the warmth spreading through your fingertips, and gritted your teeth.

“I’m going to marry Pierre,” you repeated, your accent shifting as you raised your voice and he shook his head.

“You can’t marry him, you don’t even love him!”

“That’s exactly why I’m going to marry him!” you cried out as you wiped at your eyes. “God, you really don’t understand it, do you?”

“What?” he sounded nearly out of his mind at this point, like he had lost his grip on any control he had. “What don’t I understand?”

“I would rather marry him than you,” you said, making him pull back slightly.

“Y/N—”

“No, I listened to you so how about for once you listen to me?” you cut him off. “How about for once you actually pay attention to what I have to say? I would rather marry him than you, because at least with him I know what to expect. But with you? If I married you? Every night I would go to sleep hoping that by some miracle you would wake up in love with me the next morning, and every morning I would find my hopes shattered. Again and again, every single day, Anthony.”

That seemed to have rendered him speechless and you sniffled, tears falling freely from your eyes.

“It might be marriage for you,” you managed to say. “But for me, it would be a lifelong torment. That’s what you offer me. You offer me a life full of despair and I will not…I can’t condemn myself to that torture willingly. I already feel as if I am dying every time I look at you, and I do not even know what fault I’ve committed to be subjected to this.”

“You’ve committed no fault—”

“Then why do you keep treating me this way?” your voice cracked before you let out a teary chuckle.

“You treated me like a shameful secret,” you told him as he shook his head fervently but you didn’t let him talk. “You didn’t court me, you didn’t give me any promises, you didn’t tell anyone about me and now what? I’ve been finally found worthy of…” you trailed off and let out a painful chuckle. “This is too cruel, even for you.”

He looked almost frozen and you took a step back before darting for the house, climbing up the marble stairs, desperate to get away but of course he wouldn’t let you. You stepped inside with him following you in mere seconds.

“Y/N—”

“I will not marry you,” you said through your teeth as you turned to look at him. “I would never marry you. You don’t have a heart, Anthony. Go find some other fool to make you feel like you have one.”

A silence fell upon you both as he stared at you, pain written all over his dark eyes but before either of you could say anything, a voice reached you.

“What on earth are you two doing?”

You spun around to find Cecily by the staircase, holding a candle and staring at you. For a moment you became overly aware of how both you and Anthony were drenched and were standing there unchaperoned, in your nightgown clinging to your skin to make the situation even more scandalous but thankfully it was Cecily, and there was no way she would ever say anything to anyone.

“Are you trying to end up married?” she asked. “If anyone saw you here like this…”

Anthony’s chuckle was bitter.

“Don’t worry,” he rasped out. “She already said no.”

You turned to frown at him, letting out a breath of disbelief before you tried to offer Cecily a smile.

“Good night Cece,” you murmured, and climbed up the stairs, barely hearing Cecily telling Anthony to accompany her to the map room. If it were any other time, you would’ve realized just how strange it was but you could barely focus on anything other than your heartbreak. You wiped at your eyes as you entered your room and closed the door behind you, then leaned against it and slipped down.

You sat on the floor completely quiet for a moment.

Then the sobs started.

Chapter 26

#anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x reader #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #regency fic

[enha-hype]

maeumi & me - ch 26 : misunderstood

a/n : written part comes first. ignore timestamps in pictures as usual but not for the written part!

w.c. : around 2k oops

9:30 am.

You're in the midst of stealing another sneaky glance at Jungwon as he works when Heeseung arrives. He walks over to your table and flops down opposite to you, his annoyance evident in his sarcastic smile. You roll your eyes.

“Okay fineee, I lied about where I was. But I am doing my homework here as you can see!” You wave your worksheets at him. “It's just that Won has been bugging me to try the café's new Dalgona coffee and I was like, what’s so great about Dalgona right, I mean I can make it myself at home and he was like, no we add this special ingredient that makes it absolutely delightful and I was like.…” you trail off, realising you’re rambling and not really helping your case, judging by the look on your friend's face. You clear your throat. “Anyway, I had some time left since my first hour today was cancelled and I thought I might as well come here and get some coffee and finish my homework and I didn't tell you because I mean, you've already been bugging me non-stop since last night,”

“Well of course I have!You two almost kissed!!” he shrieks, drawing the attention of a table of friends nearby.

“Shhh, quiet down he's literally a few feet away! Also wait, you saw that?”

“Yuh huh! Why else do you think I've been losing my–”

“So you interrupted us on purpose?” Shit. Did you actually ask that out loud? You hadn’t meant to. “Actually no forget I said that–”

Heeseung’s eyebrows shoot up, an amused smile replacing his scowl. “Well, I–”

“Nuh uh I don't wanna hear it la la la la la la,” you plug your ears with your hands.

He shakes his head. “Y/n, come on. What are you doing? It's so obvious that you like Jungwon–”

“I don't like him! It's just that he's so nice to Maeumi and so sweet to me and– Ugh, hold on I'm getting a call. Hello?”

It's your classmate calling you up to remind you about the meeting for a group assignment. You promise her you’ll be there on time and hang up. You turn your focus back to Heeseung, who is leaning forward with his hands crossed on the table, looking at you with patient scepticism. You sigh - he’s right. What are you doing? Why are you trying to dismiss these feelings that are as clear as day? “I know that look.”

“What look?”

“The look that says you don't believe my bullshit.”

“Well you got something right at least.”

You put your head into your hands. “Fine. I like him, okay? Maybe a little too much. And yes I came here so I could see him again even though it’s barely been two hours since I saw him back at Jake’s place. And it's just. Ahhhh. I don't know, I've never liked anyone this way before and it feels so nice but also weird because it’s new and a little overwhelming sometimes and I just maybe need some time to come to terms with it before you guys all start freaking out,”

He nods and leans back in his seat, satisfied. “Okay.”

You look up at him in disbelief. “‘Okay’?? That's it???”

He laughs. “What, did you expect me to demand to know everything right now? Come on Y/n, give me some credit. I’m not that bad of a friend.”

“Debatable,” you tease, ducking as he reaches to hit you playfully. “Well no it’s not that. I just, I don’t know, expected a bigger reaction I guess?”

“You know you guys have not really been discreet or anything right? It’s kind of been a little too obvious the past few days. But I will say that I wasn’t expecting you guys to go in for a kiss last night right when I happened to walk in. Which is why I may have, uh, panicked a little and ended up switching on the light,” he flashes you a sheepish smile.

You shake your head, feeling your cheeks get hot as you think back to the moment. God, so close. If only you hadn't been interrupted... “You lil shit,”

“Wha– you just said it yourself, it’s weird! I’ve never seen you do ‘romancey’ stuff and you've always been so blehh about dating and relationships and now suddenly you can’t stop gushing about this guy and I don't know, it's like seeing your sibling kiss. Gross,” he cringes and you slap his hand.

“Ow! Also, where is Jungwon?”

9:06 am.

Jungwon has practically been vibrating all morning from the excitement of what happened last night. Well, of course nothing really happened, strictly speaking. Still, he was happy at the prospect of it. At the idea that he maybe has a chance with you after all. Like, he’s had a crush on you for so long, it seems unreal. He had almost fully accepted the fact that that was all it was ever going to be – a crush. And then things happened, and here he was. He bites the inside of his cheek, trying to keep himself from smiling. From the corner of his eye, he catches the weird looks his older co-barista, Taehyun, has been giving him.

The front door opens with a ding of the bell, indicating the arrival of another customer. Jungwon finishes serving the caffè mocha he was making just in time to greet the new one.

“Good morning, what–” he stops short when he looks up and sees that it’s you. He stutters and completely forgets what he meant to say and gives up halfway. From the way he’s grinning, even a passerby who chances to see him from the sidewalk outside could guess he’s head over heels. Taehyun recognises you immediately – he's only seen Jungwon behave like an idiot one other time, which was the first time you had come here a couple of weeks ago. Jungwon had immediately dropped everything he was doing and had all but run to you despite how busy the cafe had been that day, leaving the poor guy to deal with the growing line of customers all by himself. Although it had been a bit of an inconvenience, Taehyun didn't give him too much of a hard time about it because for one thing, it had been kind of cute to see him all flustered, and for another, Jungwon was someone who was usually pretty diligent with his work.

But here you are again. Cue Jungwon forgetting how to function like a normal human being.

“Hi,” Jungwon finally says, barely able to restrain the grin that he knows is a little too wide to be casual. “What are you doing here?”

You can't help but laugh. “You have got to stop greeting me like that every time I come here! Do you not like me visiting you at work?” You turn as if to leave, mostly to see how he'd react.

“No no wait sorry!” He reaches over and grabs your arm, planting it on the counter. “I just meant that if you were planning on coming here then we could've left together,” he drawls.

“Well, it was more of a last minute decision. Class got cancelled and I thought I'd just drop by and check out the new drink you were raving about. See what all the fuss is about,” you shrug nonchalantly, though the twinkle in your eyes betrays you. You're hyper-aware of the fact that his hand is ever-so-lightly brushing your forearm.

“Oh you’ll see alright,” he assures you, and with just a hint of nervousness seeping into the confidence, he enquires, “so, is that the only reason you're here?” He steals a quick glance at your lips, the pretty curve of them, before meeting your eyes again.

“Why else?” you ask, as though you have no idea what he could possibly be alluding to, although your hammering heart and the cheeky grin spreading across your face tell otherwise. Jungwon’s own giddy smile says he isn’t slow to catch on, either.

“I see. Strictly beverage purposes then.”

“Strictly,” you nod solemnly, suppressing your smile.

Taehyun clears his throat. “So, your order?”

You blink, suddenly remembering that you have an audience, and also that you're not just here to see Jungwon (well that's the story anyway). “Oh right, yes! Sorry. One Dalgona coffee, please.”

Jungwon flashes you an apologetic smile as he gets to work. “Sit wherever you'd like, your order will be ready in 10!”

Jungwon is so nervous about getting your order absolutely perfect that he messes up twice. Taehyun shakes his head, both amused and exasperated. When Jungwon starts to try for the third time, he stops him. “Gimme, I'll do it.” Jungwon mumbles a relieved thank you before internally chiding himself to get a grip. He can't continue to be such a mess every time you're around.

When he's done, Taehyun places the drink on the counter, ready to be served. He can see Jungwon open his mouth to say something and then change his mind and turn away. This happens again when he sees the waiter approaching and Taehyun rolls his eyes. “Oh my God, Jungwon, just go. I know you're itching to give it to them yourself,” he says, smiling despite himself.

Jungwon rubs the back of his neck, embarassed. “You sure?”

“Yeah yeah. We're not that busy yet it's fine. But just don't stay too long – you never know when our manager might drop by to check.”

He places the tray on the table in front of you, making sure to keep it as far away as possible from your books and worksheets so as to not ruin them.

“Ooo, what's this?” you ask, pointing to the ice cream sandwiches.

“Just little complementary treats.”

He watches you take the first sip and sees your eyes widen. “Oh, my God. This is a-mazing! What do you put in it?!”

“Well, it’s called a secret ingredient for a reason,” he beams. If he keeps being this cute you feel like one of these days you might just let your intrusive thoughts win and reach out to poke a finger into his adorable dimples. “Alright well enjoy the rest of it. I'm afraid I gotta get back,”

As he walks back, Jungwon finds that he's kind of glad the kiss didn't happen last night – he would like to properly ask you out first. How should he do it? Maybe he should keep it sweet and simple, make you a latte heart or something. Yeah, maybe you’d like that. And what should your first date be? Something cliché like a movie or dinner date? Or something unique? Ahh, he doesn’t know. If it were up to him, he’d just be content to have you over and do what you used to do before he started the internship. He doesn't care what you do as long as you are together.

9:32 am.

Jungwon steals a glance at your table and is surprised to find Heeseung with you. Huh. Guess you two had plans to meet up here. He waits as he serves two other customers to see if Heeseung would come to order anything for himself. When he doesn’t, Jungwon decides to go over himself and say hi.

As he approaches, he notices that you two seem to be deep in conversation, talking animatedly, and he slows, wondering if he should maybe come back after a while. Bits of the conversation float up to him right then and he freezes :

“It's so obvious that you like Jungwon–”

“I don't like him! It's just that he's so nice to Maeumi and so sweet to me and– Ugh, hold on I'm getting a call. Hello?”

Oh.

Right.

Of course.

It suddenly feels like someone just sucked all the sunlight out of the room. Jungwon turns right around, relieved that neither of you noticed him. Taehyun looks up from scrolling through his phone when he rushes back to the counter. He yanks his apron off, hangs it up hastily and grabs his things to leave.

“Wha–” he starts to ask but Jungwon cuts him off.

“Something came up. I have to go,” he apologises for the short notice and is out the door before the latter even has a chance to reply.

a/n : please tell me at least one of y'all noticed the foreshadowing from profiles 2 🙏🏽

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The Price of Hatred || pt.2

Pairings : fem!reader x heretic!kaiparker

Warnings : swearing, use of magic, smut, p in v, choking, ‘bondage’, mentions of death, ‘hate’ sex, name calling, pet names ‘angel’ and ‘princess’, some angst at the end

Word Count : 4.3k

A/N :

… you guys wanted a part 2 really bad… and I really wanted to write a part 2 really bad… so here’s our part two. :)))

Wannabe Bundy: is your phone dead?

   Wannabe Bundy: why are you not answering my calls?

   Wannabe Bundy: don't be like that, Princess. You know I'm crazy about you😍😉

    There wasn't a moment since that night that you haven't thought about what happened. The way your body reacted to his touch, his taste, his very scent. How you still found yourself squirming whenever your necklace moved a certain way around your neck. You hadn't stopped thinking about him and it was truly beginning to piss you off. His constant texts and calls weren't helping very much either.

    "You okay?" Bonnie asked, stealing one of your fries since you didn't seem to be paying attention to anything going on around you.

   "Huh?" You looked up from your phone. Bonnie raised an eyebrow, concern written on her face as you blinked a few times. "Oh, yeah, I'm good. Swear. I just... uhm... I don't know. I guess I'm worried about Elena is all." You cleared your throat. "She's been under for a while and we haven't gotten any closer to figuring out what's wrong with her." You sighed.

   "Mhm," Bonnie let out a huff, still a bit skeptical. "Trust me, I know. Me and Kai have been stuck knees deep in grimoires for days." You shifted in your seat at the mention of his name. A familiar feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach, your core heating as your thighs squeezed together at the mere mention of him. "You good?" She asked again.

   "Yeah, I'm good." You nodded. You're eyes glanced down at your phone once more as another texts from Kai came through.

  Wannabe Bundy: come on, Princess, you know I'm just teasing;)

"You keep looking at your phone... anyone special?" Bonnie asked.

   "Pfft, definitely not." You scoffed. "It's no one." You shrugged.

   "Really? That no one has had you distracted for a majority of tonight." She mentioned. "Are they at least cute?" She asked trying to make light conversation.

   "If demon rats are cute to you."

"Okay... so who is it?"

   "No one. Don't worry about it?" You wave it off.

"Huh..." she hummed, nodded to herself as she bit off another piece of her French fry.

   "What?"

"Haven't seen you this stand off-ish since Me and Damon left you alone with Kai." Again, butterflies fluttering through you. "Which we also haven't talked about, and if that's the whole reason you're still mad at me and Damon just know that I am sorry, and it wasn't my idea." She defended herself and your eyes narrowed at the witch.

"I'm not stand off-ish, and yes I am still very upset with both of you about that." You crossed your arms and she rolled her eyes.

"Come on, it couldn't haven't been that bad." She frowned and your eyes rolled. "Kai even said there was a moment when the two of you got together." She sighed and your eyes went wide as you sat up straight in your seat.

"He said what?!" You growled earning a weird look.

"He said you two got along together..." body mentioned a bit slower at your reaction and current state. "It's not some big crime, you know. Trust me, I hate him, but when he's not being a murderous ass he's helpful in situations like these." She sighed and you relaxed. Of course your mind was playing tricks on you. Why wouldn't it be?

"Kai is probably the most repulsive human beings I've ever met. He's selfish, and power hungry, and arrogant. There is no one I'd rather spend my time with less than Malachi Parker." You're tone was stern, and even had Bonnie's eyebrows raised. She wasn't expecting all of that, but it definitely wasn't like you to not speak your mind. "I could never, and will never look at him as anything other than that." You finished. You let out a tiny huff of air, tryna not to seem as worked up by his mention as you truly were. It wasn't exactly working though.

    "Okay, okay, I get it." Bonnie hummed. "But just do you know," she reached over placing a hand over yours. A sympathetic look crossing her face as she made sure to catch your gaze. "Admitting that your warming up to him isn't admitting that your okay with everything he's done. You aren't a bad person for seeing the good in someone, if anything that just makes you more good." Bonnie ensured.

     It was a gesture to calm you down. Make you feel more at ease with the racing if your minds thoughts. Instead, it just made your thoughts turn faster. You hated Kai Parker. Or at least you wanted to. It was your shameful secret that you were actually thinking about tolerating his presence. But since that last time you'd seen him there's been nothing but guilt and shame and remorse. What you did was wrong, and if Bonnie found out.... Would she have been as understanding?

   These thoughts tortured you for the rest of your day. Traveling with you through lunch and to every store Bonnie dragged you into. It was like he was following you around everywhere you went. Making sure you didn't have the chance to forget what you did. And up until Bonnie finally gave up on every store you went into, it tortured you from the outsides in. 

   You locked your home door behind you, dropping the bags of clothes, and new shoes that you bought as a simple distraction. Bonnie swore it'd make you feel better, but it didn't. It just made you feel worse. Spoiling yourself after such a horrid deed was done. You dragged yourself up the stairs. Feet aching, and mind in need of a rest so deep you'd never wake up.

   "Oh goody, your home, I was beginning to get worried." You jumped back, body colliding with the wall behind you as the noise came from nowhere.

    You hurried to turn on the light to your bedroom, revealing the stretched heretic waiting patiently for you on your perfectly made up bed. He sat with a giddy smile, waving his fingers at you like this was just another Tuesday night.

   "What the hell are you doing in my house?!" You scoffed, pushing yourself off the wall.

   "Well..." he hummed, sitting up in your bed, tossing his feet over the side as he contemplated his next explanation.

   "You know what, don't answer that. Just get out." You pointed to the door.

    "See, I would do that. But I don't wanna." Kai stood, looking at you as if you didn't strike an ounce of fear in him. "You haven't been answering my messages all day, is it a crime for me to worry?"

   "No, it is however, breaking and entering and harassment." You reply and he smiled.

    "Funny." His nose scrunched. "But I'm only here because of you." He shrugged.

   "Well I'm fine, not dead, not hurt, I won't be able to say the same for you if you don't leave." You reply and he began ticking his tongue.

   "That's not what I meant." He sang. "I'm only here because you want me here." He smiles and your eyebrows scrunched.

   "Have you not been listening to the past 2 minutes of this conversation?"

    "Have I mentioned how hot it is when your trying to hate me?" He smirked, and you're mouth opened to reply but shut quickly when you realized you had nothing to say. "It's really just sooo adorable." You were furious with your position right now. Absolutely helpless. "By the way, with my new heightened senses and power I am a brand new man. No more old Kai, and I feel like I deserve a chance." He spoke up for himself.

    "No, no, if anything you are more yourself than ever before." You grumbled.

    "God, you really are so stubborn." His eyes rolled.

"Excuse me?"

   "I mean, I knew from last time we saw each other how stubborn you were, but god, you just don't give it up." He let out an exasperated sigh, hands resting on his hips as he looked at you in a way that just made your skin tingle.

   "The last time we saw each other was a mistake." You said sternly and he smiled. "And if you came here expecting it to happen again, then you're about to be very disappointed." In seconds you felt his breath down your spine. His hands holding your waist still as his lips were only centimeters away from your ear.

   "Yet, you still get all worked up over me." He whispered, fingers ghosting over body parts of yours they shouldn't have been. You could feel it, that buzzing coursing through your veins, sending signals to the rest of you're body and triggering the exact thing you'd be avoiding since that night. "you know, what happens between us stays between us." His hand traveling down your arms, fingers lacing together before he hooked his pinky onto yours. "Pinky Promise." He had this sick smirk on his face that you couldn't even see. But the feeling of your back trembling against his chest made him shudder in the best way. "Unless, you want everyone to know." He teased. "In that case, I can arrange that however you'd like." His teeth nipped at your earlobe. You gasped slightly, his arm wrapping around you waist to hold you tighter against him.

You brain was being scrambling every time you breathed in the annoyingly subtle cologne he wore. You hated how good he smelt, and hated how it lingered everywhere he went. You'd be smelling him for the next week after he left, making impossible to forget him and this moment.

Though it's not like it would've been an easier without the cologne.

"You're a fucking maniac." You spat, not knowing how to respond without sounding weak in the knees. You were simply doing what you did best...

His grip tighter, other hand icing up your body to clamp around your throat. You prayed he wasn't paying attention to the specifics. For him to notice how badly you were aching to be touched wouldn't been the most embarrassing thing you'd could've thought of.

"I thought we worked on that language of yours last time." His lips were right against your ear. "I think we need to refresh your memory." His arm left your waist before his hand came crashing down on left ass cheek. You gasped out loudly, whining at the contact. It stung like a bitch, but it took everything in you to keep from moaning at the contact.

You felt that same rush you had the other night when the two of you were kissing. A strong pleasure masked by that of guilt... only the guilt was slowly fading as the pleasure portion began to dominate your mind. Kai pressed his lips to your neck, slowly kissing down to your shoulder before back up to you neck. Tongue gliding over the skin, making the most of how silent you were reveling in the feeling of his touch.

Then it was almost like you'd lost control of your mind for a bit. You turned, quickly out of nowhere, lips crashing into his. He did nothing to stop you, or push you away. In fact he welcomed you with no inclination, allowing your tongues to mingle the second he managed to process what was happening in the moment. You had been lost in his scent and the feeling of his lips on yours, and tongue exploring your mouth. Hands traveling all over the heretics chest, from under his shirt. The feeling of his firm muscles underneath had you melting in your skin.

"I knew it." He mumbling against your lips, prompting you to pull away from the kiss. You were both annoyed and slightly amused at how he managed to ruin your mood every time he spoke.

"What?"

"You're so into me." He spoke, lifting you with ease, a soft yelp emitting from your throat. He brought you back to your bed, dropping you on the soft surface before climbing on top of you. He pried himself between your lips, connecting your lips once more in a kiss so erotic all of your clothes came off in just a second.

Your hands traveled everywhere, trying to take charge of the situation where you were basically his play thing last time. His immediately stopped you when your fingers wrapped around the length of his cock, shuddering at the feel of you and the thought that you'd be the one trying to pleasure him.

"I'd love to play, but that's going to have to come a little later, Princess." He groaned, taking your hands and pinning them above your head with just one of his hands. He held you there like it was nothing, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to him. He placed his lips on your bare collarbone, moving down slowly until your back began to arch into him. You murmured out a cuss word or two, allowing yourself to easily slip into that pleasure oriented mindset where it didn't matter that Kai was making you feel this way. As long as it lasted for longer than a blink. "Fuck," he moaned against your skin, the scent of your arousal rippling through his mind like he just had some big revelation. "You smell so fucking good." He pressed another kiss to your skin before removing his hands from above your head. Your hands, however, remained pin to the mattress, unable to lift from the surface. Your eyebrows furrowed at the restriction, tugging at your wrist to move only for Kai to sit above you with a wide smile on his lips.

    "This is the last time, this is ever going to-" the heretic quickly pressed his lips against yours. You couldn't help but moan into the kiss.

   "You said that last time, angel." He smirked against your soft swollen flesh. "Might have to get that printed out on a shirt for next time." He joked but you didn't laugh.

   "You're such a dick." You spat, which made his smile grow even more cynical.

    "The things you do to me," he groaned feeling his aa ever growing erection begging for some for sort of release. "You know," he let out, "I feel like we could really be something if you were so stubborn." He mused. "If you'd just open up to me-" he stopped himself with a chuckle "in other ways than this... I feel like we'd be really good together." He winked, but in return you just managed to blink right back at him.

   "Are you trying to make me throw up?" You scoffed, yet his smile remained.

    "The more you deny yourself of what you want, the more you're craving are going to eat at you, angel." He hummed.

   "Hate to break it to you, Kai, but you're not my type." He cocked an eyebrow making your eyes roll "shut up and fuck me, already." You grumble and he smile, ready to follow whatever orders you gave to him.

His hands traveled down your thighs, spread them further apart, as he relied on his hips to guide himself into you. Slowly, he pushed into your cunt, a low moan escaping your throat at the full feeling of him pushing into you. His eyes trained down to the sight as he buried himself into you until he couldn't see himself anymore. He allowed you to adjust to his size, feeling your walls squeezing around him as you slightly trembled beneath him.

   Your legs kept trying to close around him but his hands kept them in place. With every thrust he used your legs as leverage giving him a special momentum made you moan louder than you'd expected. Soft curses left his left as he felt that pressure that has been pressed on him since the last time you two did this wash away almost immediately. His eyes gazing over your body, watching how it moved whenever your hips met his. Your face twisted with pleasure, mouth falling open just a bit as heavy breaths and whiny moans squeaked out. You hands still pinned above your head putting your breasts on full display, giving him the show of a lifetime. 

   "Shit," he moaned, releasing you legs to his side as he propped himself over you with his arms. His lips found her right nipple almost immediately, taking the sensitive bud into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the bud causing you to moan, your hips bucking up to meet his int he moment. You were falling apart underneath him but something was missing. You were so close and you knew this thing would push you over the edge.

   "Fuck kai please" you cried out, he thrown back presenting your neck to the heretic. He pulled his head up, releasing you nipple with a pop as he eyed your throat for just a few seconds. He knew what you wanted. He also knew how funny it'd be to watch your friends try and decipher who the hell left so many marks on you.

   So he got to work.

  He took his time, nipping and sucking as his thrust became slower and more drawn out. It was until then where you thought you knew what you needed. Now all you wanted was for him to never take his lips off of your neck.

   Fuck y/n, get a grip.

"People are going to see those, Kai" you griped, but came off more as a moan. "Fuck."

    "Good, then they'll know who this pretty little pussy belongs to won't they." He groaned against her skin, finally giving into her silent pleads and wrapped his hand around her neck. With a single snap her wrist were release and he began picking up the pace with his thrusts. "I can feel you, angel" he murmured, "open your eyes, princess." He demanded and you obeyed. He was holding your faces so close together you had no choice but to look into his deep grey-ish blue eyes. Something about the lighting in you room made them seem a lot more interesting than they were.

    The closer you got to your climax the closer you felt the need to be with him. You begged him for harder thrust hoping that the force would fulfill you but it didn't. The louder your moan got the more he was determined to get you to your climax, pushing you flat down against the mattress, hand clasped around your throat, forcing your eyes to look into his as you moaned out how close your were.

   "I wa- fuck" you choked out "kiss me" you whined, "fuck kai, kiss me" you moaned, and without a thought in his mind he connected your lips.

    It was sloppy and wet, and broken up by his harsh thrusts and both of your loud erotic moans. Your tongues clashing in a dance only the two of you have mastered. Your hands kept his face close to yours, fingers ruffling through his hair, as the two of you participated in one of the worlds most filthiest scenes known to man.

    Before you could warn him you let out a loud moan of his name, your hands tightened around his as you curb spasmed around his cock, your juices spurting out without warning. It wasn't enough to make him stop, he just kept his gaze between you and the filthy sight beneath him watching you until he felt you truly gave all you had to give. He pulled out, working himself out in his hand until he was releasing his on seed onto your naked body. Your stomach and heaving chest decorated with his cum as you felt yourself reeling from the gut wrenching orgasm you just endured. 

 

      - - -  - - -

   You popped up from your spot in the bed. Head shooting straight for the man laying besides you scrolling through Twitter on his phone with his hand behind his head like their was nothing to it.

   After you passed out from previous... endeavors, Kai took it amongst himself to clean you off. He even placed you under your blanket as your sleepy babbling noises suddenly became nonsense. He fell asleep next to you for maybe two hours before he woke up and decided to make use of your time together and pretend like you didn't hate him for just a moment in time. Then... you woke up.

   "Good Morning, angel." He turned his head to give you a slick wink as your eyebrows furrowed tiredly. You turned your head towards the window which still showed it was dark outside.

   "What time is it?"

"About 4. I couldn't sleep." He hummed as if this was a normal occurrence. "It got really hot, and then you're a major cuddler and it felt like a sauna." He huffed.

   "Wh- I don't- hold on." You groaned, wiping the sleep from your eyes as you tried to get your sanity back into place. "Okay, you got hot..." you sighed and he nodded. "Why didn't you go home?" You tried the favorite mean girl act... but it backfired... horribly.

   "It was kind of hard to leave when you were hanging on to me like a sloth and saying 'please don't leave me" over and over again." Kai propped himself up on his elbow, clicking off his phone and discarded it somewhere on the bed. "Which was very adorable by the way." He smirked.

   "Stop that." You scrunched your face at the face he was giving you. "Don't look at me like that." You almost seemed disgusted. Almost.

   "You know, you're not being very proactive." He sighed. "We we're doing so good, angel. And here you are trying to ruin it." He shoo his head, tutting his tongue. "I don't get it. Why won't you just give in. I'm a changed man, and obviously some part of you likes me, so why knock it before you fully try it?" You stared at him for a bit, not really knowing how to respond. You didn't want to admit it but he did have some sort of a point.

   "I..." the longer you stared into his eyes the more safe you felt. You hated it.

    You stood from the bed, nothing guarding your naked body, but it didn't really matter considering he'd see you naked a few times now.

   "Don't do that, not now," he sighed, sitting up. "You have no issue speaking your mind any other time, y/n, so now's your chance to tell me how you really feel. And if you feel like you really hate me... I'll give up." He spoke honestly.

   Kai did like you... quite a lot... it did start as a way to annoy you and your friends, but the more you made him chase the more involved he became.

    "Because you hurt my friends." You spoke. "The closet things I have to family and you hurt and tortured them!"

   "And I'm trying to make up for that, everyday." He responded calmly, standing from the bed so you were the only one out and exposed.  "I regret it, all the time. I'm trying to be a better person, and live my second chance. Isn't that what you guys are all about? Second chances and redemption?" He asked.

    "You left Bonnie to die in a prison world." You spat. "Who would I be if I just gave into you? The man who brought so much pain to my family... and I decide to fall for him? Would you take that chance, Kai?"

   "So this is about you feeling guilty?" He scoffed.

"This about doing the right thing!"

     "Even if it makes you miserable?!"

Nothing but silence followed. Both of you staring at each other in disbelief. Different monologues and scene sequences running through each of your heads.  Neither one of you sure which was the right one to go with.

   "I know enough about feeling miserable... guilty about something I couldn't control." Kai started. "And I took that out in ways that weren't fair to anyone around me. And I do regret it. All of it. Sometimes I wish I could control all of it. Every emotion, and every mistake I made I wish I could erase it."

   "But you can't." Your voice was stern. "The people you hurt are still hurt, Kai. The people you killed are still dead."

    "And that will haunt me for the rest of my life. But the people I hurt... they are allowing me to still be here today. Allowing me a shot at redemption. A life that I didn't get to have. To feel things I haven't before."

   "So what? I'm supposed to be one of those people."

"You are." He scoffed. "We both know it too. If you were to say the words I'd be dead in a second."

   You just stared in shock and awe.

"Even if it takes months, or years or days, or whatever. I'm just asking that you give me a chance to show you how I've changed... to show you how I've-"

   Your phone began to ring. That special ringtone you had set for Damon filling the air. It was late and Damon wouldn't be calling unless it was an emergency. Kai took in a deep breath as you moved the phone to your ear, answering it without a thought.

   You gave Kai a quick look before you're eyes went wide.

   "I uhm, yeah, I think I know where he is." You responded. "Yeah, I'm on my way." You spoke before hanging up the phone. Kai looked at you expectedly.

    You stood silent for a few moments before clearing your throat.

   "We need to get over to Damon's, Bonnie found a spell to save Elena"

#wattpad #kai parker smut #vampire diaries #the cw legacies #damon salvatore #malachi parker #stefan salvatore #tvd smut #kai parker angst #kai Parker #kai parker headcanon #part 2

[hwaberry-dreams]

FIVE: taste like strawberries

Warnings: suggestive, very brief dry humping, a little over the clothes touching, brief mention of mental health (no details)

word count: 6.2K

Waking up to my first morning in the apartment was strange. For starters, I wasn’t used to a large bed. My old bed was a mattress on the floor that I would fold up during the day. The large window was on the other side of the room than my old one and the sunlight was coming through it too. It was actually nice to wake up to the early morning sun shining through the net curtain. And somehow during the night, I had lost both my pillows to the floor. Only my cuddle plushie was still on the bed.

I put on my glasses so I can see where I am going as I do that morning zombie shuffle into the bathroom. I quickly wash my face and brush my teeth before going back into my room and pulling some clothes out of my suitcase. 

My usual morning routine is going for a run. I just put my headphones on and block out the world for a little. I had struggled for a couple of years with my mental health and with the help of my uncle who runs a fitness centre; I found exercise helped me. It was now something I did most weekday mornings.

I throw on a beanie hat to cover my wild hair before leaving my bedroom. I jump slightly as I walk into the lounge to see Yeosang there. It is 5.45am; I wasn’t expecting anyone to be up yet.

“Morning Luna.” he smiles at me

“Morning.” I reply gruffly, my voice still is ‘morning voice’ mode so I clear my throat to sound less manly.

“Did you sleep well?” he asks, standing up from the sofa

“I did. The bed was really comfortable.” I answer.

“We are going to get you some new furniture for your room next week.” He says.

“Oh, I don’t need anything new.” I say.

“You do. Everything in there is old. Plus, you need to make the room your own. It is your own space in the apartment so it should be somewhere you love.” he says.

I already know it will be useless to fight them on these types of things. 8 against 1 is not a fair fight, anyway. 

“Do you want a coffee?” he asks, moving into the kitchen as I follow him

“No, I dont normally drink coffee, unless I have barely slept and need it. I was actually planning to go for a run around the block a few times the now.” I say. “Would it be ok if I took a bottle of water from the fridge?” 

“Of course you can. If it doesn’t have a name on it, it is up for grabs.” he laughs, getting a bottle for me.

“Ah, I guess that makes sense with so many of you living here.” I laugh too. “I’ll make sure not to steal anyone’s food then.”

“I don’t think you will need to worry about that. None of us would mind if it was you.” he smiles at me.

He reaches out to me, holding the bottle of water and as I take it, my fingers brush against his, causing us both to smile shyly at one another.

“Do you need the code for the door?” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck briefly

“Oh yeah, I will do. I never thought of it.” I say.

Just as well he was here, or I would have been locked out of the building.

“Let me see your phone. I’ll put the codes into your notes for you.” he says.

I pull it from my hoodie pocket, unlocking it and passing it over. I see him type stuff in before handing it back to me.

“I have put the main door code and the apartment code in a note file. I have also put my number into your contacts too.” he says.

“Oh, thank you.” I smile at him.

“There is a park across from the building. It has a trail around that a lot of joggers use. There is also a gym on the 2nd floor of the building that is free for residents to use. So if you ever want to use that too, you can.” he tells me. “It is good, a lot of high-tech equipment and even the basics. We all use the gym, some more than other, so if you need any help just ask one of us.”

That is really good to know, and handy too as I hate running in the rain. I used to go to the small gym a block away on the rainy days for the treadmill but having a gym in the same building will be so handy.

“I dont know if you drink them but there are protein powders in this cupboard too. They are free to use by anyone. The only rule we have with that is whoever is the person to use the last scoop buys a new container.” He continues, opening one of the kitchen cupboards to show me. “That rule won’t apply to you. If you use the last scoop, just tell me and I’ll pin it on Wooyoung.” He adds, causing me to laugh.

He seems amused that he has made me laugh, then quickly goes shy again.

 “We have manual shakers here, or if you prefer a blender, it is in the corner.” He adds, pointing to it. 

“Thanks for letting me know some rules. I’ll need to find out the other rules too soon.” I say, “Anyway, I better go for my run now or I won’t have time for breakfast.”

“Enjoy your run and if you get lost or need anything, just call me.” He says giving me an awkward side hug, which ended up being a shoulder bump instead, but I appreciate it the sentiment.

Yeosang was right. The trail around the park was good for running. It was quiet, apart from the odd dog walker. After a few laps, I head back to the apartment to get a shower, then something to eat. I enter the apartment door code and walk in, sliding my sneakers off. I feel really energised for the day ahead. I pull my headphones off and walk into the kitchen to put my water bottle in the bin. Seonghwa is sitting at the dining table eating some food while Mingi is making himself a protein shake. They both greet me.

“Yeosang said you were out for a run.” Mingi says as Seonghwa comes over, “How was it?”

“It was so good. That park across the road is perfect. It was quiet too, only a couple of dog walkers.” I answer, opening the recycling bin.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Seonghwa asks.

“I usually just have some toast and jam with a cup of tea.” I say, looking around, not really sure what to do.

“I’ll make it for you.” Seonghwa smiles. “What flavour tea do you want?”

“Flavour? Oh no, I mean British tea.” I laugh. “My mom always sends me tea bags every month. I’ll go get them.”

As I walk over to my bedroom, Wooyoung is lying on the sofa, one arm draped over his eyes. His breathing is steady. I figure he has fallen asleep, so I walk as quietly as I can so as not to disturb him. Once I get the tea bags from one of my suitcases and my special mug, I go back to the kitchen. Mingi is on the sofa, scrolling through his phone and sipping on his shake.

Seonghwa is making my toast. The kettle is boiling and I can see there are a range of jam jars on the counter now, all different flavours. I make my tea when I feel a pair of arms surround me from behind. 

“Are you ok with this?” Seonghwa asks

“Of course, but I haven’t showered yet, so I am all sweaty from my run.” I warn him.

“I don’t care.” he mumbles, his nose burying into my neck as my hands automatically resting on top of his. “I like your mug.” he comments

“Thanks, I love it. My sisters bought it for me one time they visited. They knew how much I love the Tangled movie.” I reply, smiling down at the mug. 

“That is really sweet.” he chuckles. “How was your first night?”

“I slept well.” I answer, as he gently turns me to face him.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses. You look really cute with them on.” He smiles down at me, his fingers delicately pushing them up my nose.

“You will see me wearing them a lot. I always wear them when I am home. As soon as I finish work, the contact lenses come out.”

“Can I kiss you?” he asks

“Are you going to ask me every time?” I ask back, grinning at him, moving my hands to his shoulders.

“I won’t assume I can just kiss you whenever I feel like it.” he replies

“You can. I won’t ever stop you.” I say, “Unless you annoy me, but even then I will probably let you do it because you are far too cute when you look at me.” I add, giggling.

There is that silly giggle again! What is wrong with me?! I am never this sickly sweet either.

“I will make sure to never annoy you then.” he says before leaning down and capturing my lips

Just like last night, it feels comfortable and natural, but it is also soft and it feels like something we have been doing for years, which I will admit freaks me out slightly. He pulls away from my lips but he keeps me close, in his arms still.

“I checked my schedule this morning and I have tomorrow night free. Would you go on a date with me?” he whispers against my lips, his nose nuzzling against mine.

“Yes, please.” I reply, nodding slightly.

“My girlfriend is so cute.” he chuckles, kissing me again

We are so lost in a little bubble of soft kisses that we don’t even notice Yunho has come into the kitchen until I hear the fridge door opening beside us, causing me to pull away from Seonghwa.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you two.” Yunho says, “Just getting myself a drink.”

He quickly grabs a juice from the fridge before walking back out of the kitchen. Seonghwa still has me in his arms and I can feel my face burning. He chuckles lightly, commenting how cute I look when flustered as I hide my face in his chest.

“It isn’t funny!” I pout. “How is this going to work?”

“What do you mean?” he asks, pulling back a bit more so he could look at me, but I am still secure in his arms

“Isn’t it going to be weird for you guys if you walk into a room and find me kissing with someone else?” I ask, feeling my face get hotter. “For example, what if, after last night, you were to walk in here this morning and see me kissing with Yunho? You just called me your girlfriend. Wouldn’t it be weird?”

“I wouldn’t mind.” he replies, shrugging his shoulders as I raise an eyebrow at him, “Not to say that I don’t care about you, because I do. We all do. But honestly, I wouldn’t mind it. We all knew what we were agreeing to with one another before Joong and I even spoke to you. We had many conversations about it.”

“Really?” I ask, my hands playing with the fabric of his fluffy pyjamas

“Yes. We had to get it right between the 8 of us first. There would be no jealousy, no time sharing either, such as having certain days unless they are planned, that it was down to you who you spend time with and when, and definitely no bragging.” He answers.

“And what about when we have sex? Would you still be ok if I were to be kissing someone else the morning afterwards?” I question. “I just don’t want things to get messy, or to ruin anything between you guys.”

“You won’t. We are 100% on this, if we weren’t we wouldn’t be doing it. Please don’t worry about this.” he says.

I know I am overthinking things, so I decide to listen to him, and not worry, especially about things that haven’t happened yet. Seonghwa gives me another kiss before asking me which jam I want on my toast. It is always strawberry for me, something that makes Seonghwa smile when I tell him.

After he makes the toast, he gives me another kiss and goes to get ready for the day as I sit down at the dining table to eat. The apartment is quiet despite 8 men living in it. I can hear the low sounds of the TV from the lounge and some movements from upstairs. 

When I am finish my breakfast, I wash my dishes then head back to the lounge. Wooyoung is now awake but still lying down watching tv.

“My lovely Luna.” He smiles lazily at me, sitting up.

“My whiny Wooyoung.” I smile back at him as he playfully scowls at me.

“I am not whiny.” He pouts, grabbing my hand as I walk past and pulling me down onto the sofa.

“You just whined right there.” I laugh.

“You need to give me a cuddle to make me feel better now.” He says.

I playfully roll my eyes before jumping on him and put all my weight on top of him as he laughs. We fall back onto the sofa with me lying on top of him, completely dead weight. 

“If you think this is a punishment, my dear, you are sadly mistaken. This is heaven to me!” He replies, making me laugh more as he tickles me. “Oh, are you ticklish?” he adds as I try to squirm away from him.

“Wooyoung, I am warning you now. Do not tickle me as I kick and punch!” I say, “Usually in the balls.” I add, making him let go of me. 

He sits up, his arms keeping hold of me, so I am now straddling his lap. It doesn’t feel awkward, so I don’t move away.

“Ok, but give me a kiss on the cheek.” He says, turning his head and poking his cheek.

I lean forward and just as I am about to kiss it, he quickly turns his head, so I peck his lips instead, causing him to laugh.

“You are mean!” I gasp, pushing him playfully.

“Either way, I got a kiss.” He laughs.

“Just so you know I am writing your lesson plan for tomorrow, I might give you extra homework just for that!” I say, my arms snaking around his shoulders.

“Oh, will you keep me after class if I don’t do it? Spank me, teacher?” He teases, wiggling his eyebrows and his hands holding my waist.

“You are going to be trouble Mr!!” I laugh

I love it really. The banter we have with one another already. It feels nice. I know he is only teasing, but I also know there is also a small part of him being serious, too. Being near him once again was making my tummy flip. Especially as he is giving me that eye contact again and his hands move from my waist to my lower back.

“I need to go for a shower.” I gulp.

He nods, but his eyes are staring at my lips and I can’t resist him any longer, so I lean forward to kiss him. He kisses me back and his hands pull my body closer to his. His tongue slips into my mouth, causing my arms to tighten around his shoulders.

“That was unexpected.” he says when we finally pull away to catch our breaths.

“Sorry.” I say.

“Never say sorry for kissing me. You can kiss me as much as you want. I just didn’t think you would be the one to make the first move.” He chuckles, “I am glad, though, because to be honest, I was scared shitless to kiss you.” He adds.

“Why?” I ask

“I was worried you would reject me.” he answers, his eyes lowering

“I never would.” I say, placing a hand on his cheek.

Wooyoung looks back up at me, and he looks so shy. It is the polar opposite to the Wooyoung I know. It makes me realise there is more to him than the loud, confident, and mischievous man everyone else sees. I smile as he leans forward.

“You taste like strawberries.” he smiles just before his lips connect with mine

This kiss is more assertive from him. His hands move down to my ass and he gives it a squeeze, causing me to giggle into the kiss.

If it hadn’t been for the lift doors opening last night, I definitely would have kissed him then, so it was inevitable it was going to happen soon. I am not a person who holds back either. If I am sure of the situation, I will go for it.

“I really do need to go for a shower now.” I mumble against his lips, not wanting to leave his embrace but knowing I have to. 

“On you go then.” he says, one of his hands friskily hitting my ass. “I am definitely going to be needing to take a cold shower.” 

And there is cheeky Wooyoung again. As I go to move off him, he helps me up by holding onto my hips. I notice him awkwardly reposition himself on the sofa, and that is when I noticed the tent in his shorts. It is a bit of an ego boost knowing that a kiss causes this type of reaction in him. Same with Seonghwa last night.

I go into my room and have my shower. Afterwards I blow dry my hair, put it in a half up half down style. My hair is naturally curly, but I use my curling iron on the part hanging down to make the curls more defined and less chaotic looking. I get dressed and head back into the living room to see most of the guys are sitting on the sofa.

“The cars should be here soon.” Yunho says to me.

“Cool, is it ok if I sit out here?” I ask.

“Of course. This is your home, too. You don’t need to stay in your room.” he replies.

“Thanks.” I smile as I sit down.

“Any plans for tonight Luna?” Mingi asks

“I am meeting up with some friends after work.” I answer. “Unless I need to be here, that is.”

“No, go out with your friends. Have some fun.” Seonghwa says.

“What are you doing?” Jongho asks.

“We are going to a PC cafe for some food and gaming, then probably karaoke rooms afterwards.” I say.

“You play games?” Yunho asks.

“I do, spent most of my free time in the cafes when I was in college.” I laugh. “Still do, to be honest.”

This seems to excite them as they question me about what games I play. I know the guys are big into their gaming, so I feel it is something we have in common.

When it is time to leave, I am in the car with Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Jongho and Yeosang. Hongjoong immediately pull out his laptop and put his headphones in when he sat down. Seonghwa was sitting beside him and I was in the back, between Yeosang and Jongho. Yeosang immediately fell asleep when the vehicle started moving. 

“Are you coming to watch us during dance rehearsal after lunch?” Jongho asks me.

“I wouldn’t want to disturb you all or get you into trouble.” I reply.

“You won’t. It would be nice if you were there too.” he smiles at me.

“Then I will be there.” I reply.

“I like your outfit today. It is more you.” he comments. “Not that what you wore before to work wasn’t nice. I just think you look good in these types of clothes. You know, casual clothes. Not that I’ve been staring at you.” He stutters 

“Jongho it is fine. I think know what you are trying to say.” I say to him.

His face has gone a shade of pink, but he lets out a little sigh of relief, too. I have not seen him flustered before. It is kind of cute. Today I had dressed more casually. After seeing other staff members’ daily outfits, it was relaxed and casual. I hated wearing the dress trousers and shirts, anyway, but I was used to wearing them when I worked in the hotel. So today I was wearing baggy jeans, a cream t-shirt, the front tucked into my jeans and an oversized cardigan. Honestly, I feel so much more relaxed wearing this, too.

“You look beautiful, is what I was trying to say.” He says quietly.

“Thank you.” I say back, feeling my cheeks heat at his compliment.

Jongho and I have spoken the least, and always during group conversations, so it is nice to speak to him 1-1 like this. We continue to chat away to one another for the entire journey to the office, and when we arrive; the guys go straight to the studio. I usually work in one of the conference rooms, so I make my way there.

“Luna!” I hear from behind me

I turn around to see Hongjoong jogging down the corridor towards me.

“Everything ok?” I ask as he stops in front of me

“Yeah, I meant to tell you before we left the apartment, we have an office for you now.” he says, “It is beside my studio.”

I follow him towards the studio, which is on another floor.

“I am sorry I haven’t spoken to you properly yet.” he says as we wait for the lift

“It is ok. I know how busy you are.” I reply.

“That’s no excuse, though.” He says as we get into the empty lift. “Yeosang was saying you were up early to go for a run this morning. Is that a regular thing?” he asks.

“Yeah. Most weekdays I will go for a run. Weekends I don’t, unless I feel the need to. It is something that helps me.” I answer as he nods his head, keeping eye contact with me. “I had a rough couple of years a while ago. My Uncle Jihoon helped me through it. He got me into therapy and took care of me. Encouraged me to exercise when I felt better.” I add. 

“I am sorry you had to go through a struggle. Are you doing ok now?” He asks as we step into the empty lift.

“I am. I have days where I am a bit withdrawn but nothing to what I was like before.” I say, nervously rubbing my arm through my cardigan sleeve.

“Do you find the exercise helps?” He asks.

“Definitely. I just put my headphones on, block out the outside world and focus on myself.” I answer, “Before I hated exercising but I find it therapeutic now.”

“I didn’t like to exercise either. But last couple of years I have been, as have the others. It is definitely good for mental health.” He comments, “I am glad you overcame your struggles Luna. If you ever need to talk about anything or need any help, I am here, as are the others.” He smiles at me.

The doors open and we go down the corridor towards Hongjoongs studio. He unlocks the door to the room beside it and we go in. It is a small space, but it’s nice. It has a desk in the far corner from the door; it has a computer on it. It is perfect for work.

“You can decorate it however you want. The company will cover the cost of any furniture or equipment you need. The computer is brand new, there is a new iPad too, and the company has ordered a new laptop for you as well. It should be here by the afternoon.” He says as I look around. “You can give your lessons in here or any other room. It is up to you.”

“Thank you Hongjoong. Honestly, it is far too much, but I appreciate it all.” I reply.

“You are welcome. I am glad you are here, with us.” he smiles at me. “I should get going before Eden scolds me for being late. See you at dance rehearsal later on.” He adds before leaving.

I guess Jongho told Hongjoong I had agreed to go watch the dance rehearsal. I sit down at the desk and boot up the computer and putting my laptop beside it. I am excited about getting started properly. I work with a smile on my face.

Before I knew it, there was a knock at the door. It makes me jump slightly as I wasn’t expecting it. I rush over to open the door and see Seonghwa. Shit, is it that time already? I think looking at the clock to see it was, in fact, right. I had got lost in my work, time went so fast.

“Hello teacher.” he grins, bowing to me.

“Oh, stop it!” I laugh, moving to let him in. “Are you ready to get started?”

“Very ready Miss Lee.” he replies

“Seonghwa!” I say as we both laugh

We sit down and begin the lesson. I had been really nervous for my first proper day of teaching; I don’t know why because it was easier than I had imagined it to be. Seonghwa was very focused on the work. He was eager to learn and enthusiastic, too. It made the lesson easy.

“You are a good teacher.” Seonghwa smiles. “No joking intended. I mean it.”

“Well, you are a good student.” I reply, putting the textbooks and my notebook away.

“So it is lunchtime now. You know what that means?” he says, coming closer to me. “No work, just play.”

He pulls me towards him and kisses me passionately. I return the kiss just the same. It is incredibly hot as he backs me into the wall. For the first time, Seonghwa feels me up and I don’t stop him. His hands are under my t-shirt. One hand grasping the skin on my lower back, the other moving up towards my breast. He cups one over the bra and his thumb rubs my nipple through the material, causing a small moan to escape me. 

I can feel him smile into the kiss as my own hands feel under his top. He presses his body into mine so I am sandwiched between the wall and him. His hips subtly grinding into me, effectively dry humping me. I can feel his bulge rub against me and it feels good, but then I remember what he said last night about wanting to do things properly. Reluctantly, I pull away from his lips. 

“You are so fucking hot.” he says lowly, placing kisses down my neck. “My beautiful girlfriend.” he adds in a whisper, his lips against my skin.

The flutters I was feeling in my stomach at his ministrations and kisses instantly disappear when he says the word ‘girlfriend’, replaced with guilt. I think he knows because he pulls away to look at me.

“What’s wrong?” he asks softly

“I kissed Wooyoung this morning.” I say, looking down at the floor through the little gap between us.

This was the moment of truth. I would find out if this could work. Seonghwa is my boyfriend now, and I kissed someone else. In a normal situation, I would class this as cheating, but this is not a normal situation. So I don’t really know how to feel about it. All I know is I enjoyed it and that makes me feel guilty.

“And how does that make you feel?” he asks, cupping my cheek 

“Like a cheat.” I reply in a low voice.

“Darling, look at me.” he says, gently lifting my head. “It isn’t cheating. And I don’t want you feeling this way. Was kissing Wooyoung nice?” he says as I close my eyes, “I am not prying and you don’t need to answer me either.”

It was. Kissing Wooyoung was nice, and it felt easy too, but so does kissing Seonghwa. My head feels so confused by this because part of it is telling me how nice and natural it feels, while the other part is screaming at me that this is cheating. I nod my head in answer to his question and feel the pit of my stomach burn.

“I am so sorry!” I say quickly.

“I don’t want to hear any sorry’s. I am glad it was nice. All we want is for you to be happy.” he says.

“I don’t want you guys thinking that I am easy or a slut.” I say. 

“Hey, you are neither of those, and we know that.” He says, looking into my eyes. “We understand this is not a normal situation and we will go at whatever pace you set. Just because you have kissed some of us doesn’t mean others will expect the same or the ones who have will expect more from you. This is all at your pace. Remember that, my darling.” he says, kissing my forehead.

I can’t help but to smile up at him. He always knows the right words to say. His forehead leans against mine as we smile at one another.

“Thank you, Seonghwa.” I say, tilting my head to kiss him.

It isn’t a passionate kiss like before; it is sweet and reassuring. That was until my stomach growls and ruins the moment, causing us both to laugh.

“Come on, let’s get that tummy fed, so it stops shouting.” He chuckles.

Seonghwa gives me a final kiss before letting go of me and we leave my office, keeping a respectable distance apart so we look like 2 coworkers and not 2 people who were feeling each other up minutes before. 

We go down to one of the conference rooms and I see a ton of food placed on the large table in the centre of the room. The other members are already there except for Hongjoong. They are opening the containers and sorting drinks out. Seonghwa closes the door behind me and his hand immediately goes to my lower back, guiding me to a seat. I am sitting between Mingi and San.

“We told the company about your seafood allergy, so they ordered lunch from somewhere that doesn’t have any seafood products.” Mingi says.

“We weren’t too sure on what foods you can have and what foods you even like, so we ordered a selection.” San adds.

“In Korea I am rather limited to what I can eat when I go out because a lot of Korean dishes have fish ingredients in them. I love fried chicken. It is usually the safest bet when I go to restaurants or takeaways. Western foods like burgers and pizzas, too.” I answer him.

“Well, we got a lot of chicken here.” Wooyoung smiles at me, passing it over.

Everyone tucks into the food. I pick up my chopsticks and have some chicken. It tastes delicious. My eyes connect with Yeosangs who is making the same face as me as he eats the chicken too. He wiggles his eyebrows at me and makes the chef’s kiss sign, causing me to laugh lightly.

“Where is Hongjoong?” I ask, feeling guilty about eating without him.

“In his studio. He won’t come out until it’s time for the rehearsal.” Yunho replies.

“Should we take him some food?” I ask.

“Nope, we value our lives too much.” San says, making everyone laugh, as I don’t understand.

“Hongjoong scolds anyone who interrupts his studio time.” Mingi says when he sees my confused face.

“Aaaah right. Well, I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of a Hongjoong scolding either. I can imagine he is scary when angry.” I laugh.

“I doubt he would scold you if you took him food.” Yeosang comments. 

“I wouldn’t risk it. Like you all, I value my life.” I say as the others laugh.

We spend the rest of lunch eating and talking. When we finish, the guys complain they’ve eaten too much.

“My stomach hurts!” Wooyoung whines, rubbing it

“We have 2 hours of dance rehearsal to do as well.” San joins in. “Look at my stomach!” He says, pulling up his t-shirt to reveal a bump.

“Aw a little food baby!” I chuckle 

“A what?” Mingi asks 

“Oh, something my mom always said. When our stomachs go round from too much food, she calls it a ‘food baby’. It is something that unfortunately I now say too, clearly without realising it.” I reply, feeling a blush in my cheeks at them all looking at me. “Sorry.”

“No, I like it.” San chuckles. “My food baby.” He adds in a cute voice, rubbing it like a pregnant woman making me laugh.

“We all have food babies then.” Yeosang adds.

After we let our food settle for a bit, we tidy up the containers and rubbish. I help despite their protests to sit down; I ignore them. When the room is tidy, we make our way to the dance studio. On the way, Yunho tells me they are preparing for their next comeback so would go over the choreography for the new song.

“I wish I could dance. Unfortunately, I inherited my dad’s 2 left feet, his ‘dad dance’ moves plus his clumsiness.” I say.

“I am sure with practice I could get you dancing minus the dad moves.” He says, “If you want to learn, that is.”

“I do, but you will have your work cut out with me. I have terrible coordination.” I laugh. “Are you sure you want to put yourself through that?”

“I taught San when he joined the company so I am sure I can teach you.” he smiles at me. “You can’t be any worse than he was.”

“I heard that!” San says from behind us

“Yunho is only stating facts.” Yeosang adds as we all laugh.

“He is right.” San playfully sighs. “I was horrific at dancing before we trained in America.”

Hongjoong is already in the dance studio as we walk in. I haven’t seen in here yet; I am surprised to find it more spacious than it looks on their YouTube videos.

“You can sit over here.” Yunho says taking me over to a small sofa at the side.

“Are you sure I won’t be in the way?” I ask him. “I don’t want to get you guys in trouble with me being here.”

“Of course not. We want you here with us but only if you want to.” he says. “You know you don’t have to be here if you don’t want to. If you would rather do something else, that is ok.”

“Are you kidding me? Of course I want to be here! I enjoy spending time with all of you.” I smile. “I love watching you guys perform. You were all mind-blowing in concert.” 

“You came to see us in concert?” he asks, smiling down at me

I actually hadn’t meant to tell him that. It just popped out. Something that often happens when I get excited or nervous. I talk without thinking. I didn’t want them to think I was some crazy fan.

“Erm, yeah. My friend and I went to 2 of the Seoul concerts earlier this year.” I reply. “I bought tickets for day 1 for her birthday as it was the same day and she bought tickets for day 2. Neither of us knowing the other was buying tickets. It was just as well we got different dates.”

“Wow, I hope we were worth 2 nights of your time.” he chuckles.

I notice the tips of his ears are turning red and he is avoiding my gaze. Without thinking, I reach my hand out to his own and hold it softly. His eyes connect with mine and I feel his fingers intertwine.

“Yous definitely were.” I answer, smiling at him.

And they were. Best 2 nights of my life, to be honest. I had been a fan of their music before, but seeing them perform live was just incredible. Their talent for singing, dancing and performing was clear to see. I was excited to see their new dance and to hear the song. We spend a few minutes just smiling at one another, enjoying this little moment between just the two of us.

“Yunho!” we hear Hongjoong shout from the other side of the room.

“I better go over.” he says softly

He gives my hand a little squeeze before letting go and going over to the others. I sit down on the sofa and pull my legs up to sit cross-legged so I can watch them. My first day of proper teaching and being with them has gone as well as I could have hoped for, and as crazy as it may seem, it makes me feel optimistic that this could work. 

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Song recommendation: 'strawberries and cigarettes' by troye sivan

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[aemondsluvr]

other woman (chapter 2)

summary. it seems everytime you try to spend time with your husband and children, he turns down the offer, so you went to spend time with his brother instead

pairing. aemond x fem!targaryen!oc, a little aegon ii x fem!targaryen!oc

warning.

pt1 pt2

after the commotion that morning, Reina was called to dine with her family for lunch, receiving the news by her handmaiden, she stormed out of her chambers holding her head high as she made her way to the dining hall.

unfortunately, bumping into Aemond and Alys on the way, so this is the Alys girl. Reina thought to herself, it was her first time ever seeing the girl. Alys’ long black hair, and beautiful green eyes, she is beautiful. no wonder Aemond cannot get over her.

“she looks like a witch” she muttered very quietly, hoping no one heard her.

“Wife.” Aemond spoke without any emotion, greeting her “Aemond, Lady Rivers” she did the same, not even trying to hide her disappointment. “princess,” Alys bowed at her showing a half genuine smile.

“lady Rivers, i heard so much about you” she showed a thin smile, Aemond knew where this was going, he knew how his wife had a sarcastic personality. “good things, i hope” “oh of course,” she hums.

“though, i had heard that you were a bastard of Lord Lyonel Strong? or maybe i heard wrong” Reina squinted her eyes, her. index finger tapping her lips, “well, i cannot help it but tell you, Aemond. i had never thought of you as a man who would love a Strong bastard, seeing at how much hatred you had for my siblings. it is very unpredictable of you” she let out a laugh, seeing Aemond’s face furious is entertaining to her.

“i do not think it is your business to question my birth, princess” Alys replied, her tone making Reina stunned, “well, you know, people nowadays. spreading such false rumor about one’s birth, tsk tsk” she shook her head, “i know princess, there is so many things wrong with the people” Alys agreed, “you are right Alys, especially stealing a married man? can you believe it!” Reina has her eyes wide before clapping.

oh, the look on Aemond’s face makes Reina want to laugh hysterically. “well, i must not bother you anymore, for mother had called me in for lunch. it was great meeting you, Lady Rivers” Reina let out her most beautiful smile anyone has seen, “you too, princess” Alys bowed before they walked the opposite direction of each other.

“whore” Reina rolled her eyes muttering the words as she walks closer to the dining hall.

opening the doors of the dining hall, she was greeted by her mother-in-law, Aegon, Helaena and her children. “good morning, Reina. come sit, we have been waiting for you” said Alicent, Reina took a seat across Aegon, seeing his face after that night makes her want to throw up.

“where is Aemond?” Alicent looked around, “i saw him with his whore” Aegon said, day drinking again. “now that i think of it, i have never seen you sober, brother” said Reina looking directly at Aegon.

a smirk grew on Aegon’s lips “i could try, if you want me to” “no thank you”

Alicent cleared her throat “Aegon, what whore?” “mother?” “Aegon, what whore?” she raised her voice a little. “the black haired girl, the one with green eyes. the um” he snapped his fingers trying to remember the name “oh! oh! the witch!” he smiled.

Alicent sighed, looking at Reina who looked back with disappointment, “i’m sorry Reina, i truly am.” she held the younger’s hand, “it is alright mother, he could do whatever he wants. for he is prince” Reina sadly smiled, “you do not deserve this, i will speak to him about the matter” replied Alicent.

“mother, i think it is better if we just let it slide for the mean time.” “Reina, you’re his wife this is unacceptable-” “he’s happy, mother. i had never seen him this happy since then, she makes him happy.” Reina interrupted Alicent.

“you do not deserve this, my daughter” she squeezed Reina’s hand.

Reina spent the afternoon out in the gardens with her children, “Aeron! Aeron! no!” Reina and Odette chased the little boy who was running to a pond, but before he could a pair of hands carried him.

“gotcha” the guy laughed, Reina sighed out of relief, walking closer to the person. “thank you, Aegon” she smiled lightly at him. “no worries” he gave a smile back, “fish! fish! i want fish!” Aeron pointed at the pond, “what do you want? hm?” asked Aegon.

“fish! fish!” Aeron kept pointing, “you want to play with the fish?” Aeron nodded, “i’ll have the kingsguard fetch some fish food for him.” Aegon said to Reina then calling the kingsguard.

Reina watched them in awe, looking at how Aegon plays with her son and daughter, she had never seen Aemond like this. maybe because whenever she tried to, he would say he wanted to spend time with them alone.

“look! look! the fish is eating it? did you see?” Aegon sat on the grass, with Aeron sitting on his lap and Aeryn sitting beside them. “fishie fishie, here. food!” Aeryn threw the fish food at the pond, she laughs while clapping her hands when she saw the fish eating it quickly.

maybe during that time, Reina forgot what happened to her and Aegon, maybe he is actually a good guy when he’s sober.

“mama! look! look! fish!” Aeron giggled, covering his mouth with his tiny hands, “you must go and play with them, princess” Odette elbowed her with a smile.

Reina walked over to them, kneeling down beside Aegon and Aeryn. “here mama, you feed” Aeryn handed her mother some fish food, Reina threw the food over sat the pond, “yay!”

the cold air hitting their faces, Aeryn’s hair began covering her face, “Aeryn darling look at you! your hair!” she teased her daughter, Aegon and Aeron joined in, “oh Aeryn, your hair is covering your face! i cannot see it anymore!” said Aegon, Aeron laughs at his sister.

after a few laughs Reina began combing her daughter’s platinum hair with her fingers. “my beautiful daughter”

Reina grabbed more fish food from the basket, but she only grabbed one in her right hand.

“look, alright?” Reina grabbed one of the fish food, holding it over the water, after few seconds a fish jumped out. The fish ate the food but also bit her finger, “ow!” she held her finger close, shaking her hand to get rid of the pain.

Aegon immediately grabbed her hand, “are you okay?” he examined her finger “i’m fine, it was nothing, my King.” she tried to take her hand back but Aegon refused. “i told you. no formalities” Reina nodded.

“we should go to the maester, i see a cut” Aegon massaged the palm of her hand and finger “no need, Aegon. It was just a small bite” she gave him a sweet smile. tucking her hair behind her ear.

“fine, if you say so” Aegon continued playing with Aeron and Aeryn.

a cough was heard behind them, both adults turned seeing Aemond with his hand behind his back.

“o-oh, husband,” she stood up quickly, dusting off the dirt from her dress. “brother” Aegon nodded still carrying Aeron.

“why are you home so early? you usually come back before supper” Reina has a thin smile, “i came back with toys for our children” said Aemond, no smile no anything. “Aeron, Aeryn, your father is back with some toys” “toys!” the two siblings diverted their attention from the fish pond to their father. “daddy! miss you daddy!” Aeryn ran to him.

Aemond smiled carrying his daughter, a rose fell from his back. Reina noticed the rose “you miss me? really?” Aeryn shyly nodded “yes daddy” she hid in her father’s neck, “well, i miss you too my daughter” he placed a kiss on top of her head.

what a daddy’s girl.

“come, Aeron. i had brought many toys for you. do you want to see it?” Aemond had his other hand out, waiting for his son to reach it. Looking at Aegon who is carrying Aemond’s son.

“dad! toys!” Aegon places Aeron on the ground, he runs to his father holding his hand. “mama? come!” Aeron motioned his hand, calling for his mother. Reina have a look at Aemond then at Aegon.

“i will catch up with you later, okay?” Aeron nodded. they walk into the palace, into Aemond’s chamber.

“why did you stay?” “i do not feel like wasting my time with Aemond” she shook her head. “then, may i take you out for a walk around red keep?” a hand stretched out. “gladly” she placed her hand softly on Aegon’s.

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[aemondsloverrrrr]

other woman (chapter 2)

summary. it seem everytime you try to spend time with your husband, be turns down the offer, so you went to spend time with his brother instead

pairing. aemond x fem!targaryen!oc, a little aegon ii x fem!targaryen!oc

warning.

pt1  pt2

after the commotion that morning, Reina was called to dine with her family for lunch, receiving the news by her handmaiden, she stormed out of her chambers holding her head high as she made her way to the dining hall.

unfortunately, bumping into Aemond and Alys on the way, so this is the Alys girl. Reina thought to herself, it was her first time ever seeing the girl. Alys’ long black hair, and beautiful green eyes, she is beautiful. no wonder Aemond cannot get over her.

“she looks like a witch” she muttered very quietly, hoping no one heard her.

“Wife.” Aemond spoke without any emotion, greeting her “Aemond, Lady Rivers” she did the same, not even trying to hide her disappointment. “princess,” Alys bowed at her showing a half genuine smile.

“lady Rivers, i heard so much about you” she showed a thin smile, Aemond knew where this was going, he knew how his wife had a sarcastic personality. “good things, i hope” “oh of course,” she hums.

“though, i had heard that you were a bastard of Lord Lyonel Strong? or maybe i heard wrong” Reina squinted her eyes, her. index finger tapping her lips, “well, i cannot help it but tell you, Aemond. i had never thought of you as a man who would love a Strong bastard, seeing at how much hatred you had for my siblings. it is very unpredictable of you” she let out a laugh, seeing Aemond’s face furious is entertaining to her.

“i do not think it is your business to question my birth, princess” Alys replied, her tone making Reina stunned, “well, you know, people nowadays. spreading such false rumor about one’s birth, tsk tsk” she shook her head, “i know princess, there is so many things wrong with the people” Alys agreed, “you are right Alys, especially stealing a married man? can you believe it!” Reina has her eyes wide before clapping.

oh, the look on Aemond’s face makes Reina want to laugh hysterically. “well, i must not bother you anymore, for mother had called me in for lunch. it was great meeting you, Lady Rivers” Reina let out her most beautiful smile anyone has seen, “you too, princess” Alys bowed before they walked the opposite direction of each other.

“whore” Reina rolled her eyes muttering the words as she walks closer to the dining hall.

opening the doors of the dining hall, she was greeted by her mother-in-law, Aegon, Helaena and her children. “good morning, Reina. come sit, we have been waiting for you” said Alicent, Reina took a seat across Aegon, seeing his face after that night makes her want to throw up.

“where is Aemond?” Alicent looked around, “i saw him with his whore” Aegon said, day drinking again. “now that i think of it, i have never seen you sober, brother” said Reina looking directly at Aegon.

a smirk grew on Aegon’s lips “i could try, if you want me to” “no thank you”

Alicent cleared her throat “Aegon, what whore?” “mother?” “Aegon, what whore?” she raised her voice a little. “the black haired girl, the one with green eyes. the um” he snapped his fingers trying to remember the name “oh! oh! the witch!” he smiled.

Alicent sighed, looking at Reina who looked back with disappointment, “i’m sorry Reina, i truly am.” she held the younger’s hand, “it is alright mother, he could do whatever he wants. for he is prince” Reina sadly smiled, “you do not deserve this, i will speak to him about the matter” replied Alicent.

“mother, i think it is better if we just let it slide for the mean time.” “Reina, you’re his wife this is unacceptable-” “he’s happy, mother. i had never seen him this happy since then, she makes him happy.” Reina interrupted Alicent.

“you do not deserve this, my daughter” she squeezed Reina’s hand.

Reina spent the afternoon out in the gardens with her children, “Aeron! Aeron! no!” Reina and Odette chased the little boy who was running to a pond, but before he could a pair of hands carried him.

“gotcha” the guy laughed, Reina sighed out of relief, walking closer to the person. “thank you, Aegon” she smiled lightly at him. “no worries” he gave a smile back, “fish! fish! i want fish!” Aeron pointed at the pond, “what do you want? hm?” asked Aegon.

“fish! fish!” Aeron kept pointing, “you want to play with the fish?” Aeron nodded, “i’ll have the kingsguard fetch some fish food for him.” Aegon said to Reina then calling the kingsguard.

Reina watched them in awe, looking at how Aegon plays with her son and daughter, she had never seen Aemond like this. maybe because whenever she tried to, he would say he wanted to spend time with them alone.

“look! look! the fish is eating it? did you see?” Aegon sat on the grass, with Aeron sitting on his lap and Aeryn sitting beside them. “fishie fishie, here. food!” Aeryn threw the fish food at the pond, she laughs while clapping her hands when she saw the fish eating it quickly.

maybe during that time, Reina forgot what happened to her and Aegon, maybe he is actually a good guy when he’s sober.

“mama! look! look! fish!” Aeron giggled, covering his mouth with his tiny hands, “you must go and play with them, princess” Odette elbowed her with a smile.

Reina walked over to them, kneeling down beside Aegon and Aeryn. “here mama, you feed” Aeryn handed her mother some fish food, Reina threw the food over sat the pond, “yay!”

the cold air hitting their faces, Aeryn’s hair began covering her face, “Aeryn darling look at you! your hair!” she teased her daughter, Aegon and Aeron joined in, “oh Aeryn, your hair is covering your face! i cannot see it anymore!” said Aegon, Aeron laughs at his sister.

after a few laughs Reina began combing her daughter’s platinum hair with her fingers. “my beautiful daughter”

Reina grabbed more fish food from the basket, but she only grabbed one in her right hand.

“look, alright?” Reina grabbed one of the fish food, holding it over the water, after few seconds a fish jumped out. The fish ate the food but also bit her finger, “ow!” she held her finger close, shaking her hand to get rid of the pain.

Aegon immediately grabbed her hand, “are you okay?” he examined her finger “i’m fine, it was nothing, my King.” she tried to take her hand back but Aegon refused. “i told you. no formalities” Reina nodded.

“we should go to the maester, i see a cut” Aegon massaged the palm of her hand and finger “no need, Aegon. It was just a small bite” she gave him a sweet smile. tucking her hair behind her ear.

“fine, if you say so” Aegon continued playing with Aeron and Aeryn.

a cough was heard behind them, both adults turned seeing Aemond with his hand behind his back.

“o-oh, husband,” she stood up quickly, dusting off the dirt from her dress. “brother” Aegon nodded still carrying Aeron.

“why are you home so early? you usually come back before supper” Reina has a thin smile, “i came back with toys for our children” said Aemond, no smile no anything. “Aeron, Aeryn, your father is back with some toys” “toys!” the two siblings diverted their attention from the fish pond to their father. “daddy! miss you daddy!” Aeryn ran to him.

Aemond smiled carrying his daughter, a rose fell from his back. Reina noticed the rose “you miss me? really?” Aeryn shyly nodded “yes daddy” she hid in her father’s neck, “well, i miss you too my daughter” he placed a kiss on top of her head.

what a daddy’s girl.

“come, Aeron. i had brought many toys for you. do you want to see it?” Aemond had his other hand out, waiting for his son to reach it. Looking at Aegon who is carrying Aemond’s son.

“dad! toys!” Aegon places Aeron on the ground, he runs to his father holding his hand. “mama? come!” Aeron motioned his hand, calling for his mother. Reina have a look at Aemond then at Aegon.

“i will catch up with you later, okay?” Aeron nodded. they walk into the palace, into Aemond’s chamber.

“why did you stay?” “i do not feel like wasting my time with Aemond” she shook her head. “then, may i talk you out for a walk around red keep?” a hand stretched out. “gladly” she placed her hand softly on Aegon’s.

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[bi-marvel]

a concept: mcu!tony with comic!tony’s eyes

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[waawaa33]

Tears.

Haitani Rindou x GN!Reader 

Details: Angsty Comfort Self-Indulgent Vent Drabble | Rin & Reader are 18

CW: Pet Name ”Angel” Like Once, Mentions Of Past Harmful Relationships, ?Depression? (self worth issues, self-blame, etc)

Word Count: Roughly 2.1k

You hadn’t kept track of how long you’d been holding back tears, ever since your last breakup you couldn’t quite shake the dread you felt. Sometimes it would haunt your dreams, exhausting the space in your brain and keeping you from thinking of anything else. It hurt, even after months it still hurt how broken down you were and you’d give anything to avoid that feeling again, even pushing away the person you loved most to avoid it again. That made it hurt worse though, because you wanted nothing more than that comfort you were just too afraid to ask for. 

Getting some fresh air seemed to always help clear your head, but even sitting on the park steps you felt that lump in your throat and the burn in your temples. You swallow, shaking your head as thoughts bubble up again. It’s so hard to turn your brain off, to just stop thinking for a little while. Even though that’s all you wanted. You sat with your knees up to your chest and your head rested on them, watching as the early spring wind rustled the trees. Your phone sat next to you, screen up, but there was nothing to see on there. Nobody texted you, there were no words of comfort or encouragement. Nobody to pull you out from what felt like drowning. Yet you couldn’t help but steal glances down at it, hoping anyone would pull you to shore. 

You sighed, moving your head so your knees pressed into your eyes. It bothered you more that you couldn’t cry than anything, tears forever threatening to fall but never committing.  You heard soft footsteps in the distance slowly approaching closer but not alarming enough to raise concern to you. Honestly, a stranger whisking you away could be good for your invasive and upsetting thoughts. The footsteps seemed to stop in front of you as you felt something cold and hard on your knee. You willed yourself to look up, finding non-other than Rindou Haitani with two drinks in hand, one tapping into your knee as he leaned down to look at you. 

The sun was setting behind him so he looked ethereal, blonde and blue hair loosely pushed back with a headband and glasses sat low on his nose. His white button-down, missing three buttons near the top, letting his tattoo peak through, and his school pants that nearly hugged his thighs. His smile was light, the way his lips curved hitting you like a truck. Looking at him made your heart stop. 

“How’d I know I'd find you here?” He laughed lightly, gesturing for you to take the bottle from his hand, which you did, and patted the ground next to you, to which he found the seat you offered. Apart of you had hoped he'd come find you. You turned your head to look at him, still resting it on your knee again. “Am I that predictable?” You ask with faux light-heartedness, it was hard for you to put on a face, but the last thing you wanted was to make him worry. You set the bottle he handed you next to your phone. “Kinda,” He says, opening his drink and taking a sip, “That’s not a bad thing though.” He smiled at you, and if you could take a picture you’d keep it for all eternity. He was the only person that made you feel normal throughout all this, the only one you’d stay up hours talking to and spilling your heart out. He made you feel safe, and you didn’t even know what he thought of you, which is arguably what scared you most. 

“Hmm, how so? It’s not like im getting into unsuspecting trouble… like you.” You offer, teasing him to show you're fine, really, if he had any doubts. This earns you a genuine laugh, which in turn makes you genuinely smile. You could feel the fog in your head clear slowly but surely with him around. “Ah I see how it is, you wound me, Y/N~” He clutches his chest in show, lightly shoving your shoulder. He looks out in front of him afterward, leaning back with his arms behind him and watching the oranges and pinks of the sky. A couple minutes of comfortable yet anticipating silence passes before he speaks again, the sound of his voice almost startling you. “Actually,” He starts, sounding a bit unsure of himself, like he’s treading on thin ice, “You usually come here when somethings up…” He finishes trailing off a bit, stealing a glance at you, who was looking out at the sunset as well.  At that, your breath stops, you thought you were masking it well enough, that he wouldn’t be able to tell, but go figures you were wrong. You tended to be wrong about a lot of things. “Ah…” You let out, straightening up and rubbing your eyes. That feeling was back. Just another reminder of how sad you really were.  “I didn’t mean to assume or anything” He says backing down a bit, looking at you, watching as your face struggled to decide how to react. His voice gentle and considerate, He was always like this with you in serious moments, a far cry from his usual playful nature.  “It’s okay,” you concede, meeting his gaze for a moment.

God he was dangerous. Your brain didn’t know how to handle liking him. You struggled with the morality of it. You didn't even know if you were ready to be with someone else, let alone the embarrassment of having a crush. You sigh, looking back out to the setting sun. “I’ve just got a lot on my plate is all.” You admit and hear a hum next to you, even when there wasn’t much to converse about he made you feel comfortable. That meant the world. 

“I was worried… About you,” He lets out shyly, his voice laced with concern and fondness. “,You don’t have to talk about it, just know im here.” He says softly, fulling emphasizing the care in his words and unbeknownst to you, a light pink dusting his cheeks. Rindou Haitani being caring and soft. It felt strange. You knew who he was, it didn't feel real.

 You don’t know why those words opened the floodgates. You didn’t even realize the tears you’d waited so long for had finally started to fall until you felt your cheeks become wet. “Hey, I didn’t mean to…” Rindou says, sitting up to look at you, and you feel panic set in, ferociously attempting to wipe them away, but they wouldn’t stop. “No, I’m…I’m sorry.” You struggle out as you try your best to compose yourself. Why now? In front of h i m? It was stupid but people showing you kindness always made you break down worse, almost like you felt you didn’t deserve it. 

You let out a laugh, mocking yourself, staring down at your hands “I don’t even know why I’m even crying? I’m sorry” You say in between sniffles, attempting to hide everything even though it was too late. “It’s okay, really.” He offers, but the words just go in one ear and out the other, leading you to apologize again. You knew Rindou didn’t take severe emotions, especially crying, well and you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship with him because you couldn’t suck up a breakup that happened four months ago. Your heart hurt, you felt it clench and the uncomfortable warmth spread through your chest. As you stared off into the distance, tears streaking your face, you heard him shift next to you, then felt the warmth of his arms wrapped around your shaking figure. Your eyes widen slightly and, without thinking, you turn to hide your face in his chest, hands gripping onto his shirt like he would fly away in the wind if you let go. You didn’t even fully realize your actions, too engulfed in your sadness to care. You’d apologize thoroughly later.  

Rindou runs his fingers up and down your back as you cry, large tears rolling down your face and wetting his shirt. He didn’t mind though, he was just glad he could be here for you without having to say much. Words were his brothers thing, not his. You shuttered, blubbering out incoherent words that Rindou couldn’t quite catch. Though, “I hate him” was audible, and it made Rin’s blood boil. He looked down at you, eyebrows furrowed with concern as he continued his attempt to soothe you.

You hadn’t gone into detail with what happened, apart of that due to the fear it would scare the younger Haitani away, and another part was that you struggled to remember everything in detail yourself. What you did say mattered though, and endlessly pissed Rindou off that anyone could hurt you like that. He wanted to beat the life out of the person that hurt you this badly. He just didn’t know how to express that care to you. He pulled you closer, almost to the point you were in his lap, and began running his fingers through your hair in a continued attempt to calm you down. The way he touched you, so gentle as if you would break with the slightest touch, even though his hands were nothing but rough from street fights and gang wars. He tried his best to be soft for you. Your smile meant the world to him, even if it wasn’t meant for him, and meeting you was something he’d never regret. So if he could make you happy? That’s all he could ever ask for.

His care for you was unmatched, he knew that for absolute certain. His brother liked to tease him about it, childishly joking about how flustered your mention would make him. Ran knew better than anyone else that you were too good for him, but that never stopped anyone did it? And Rindou knew he’d be better for you than any scumbag who’d wronged you in the past. He’d earn his place in your heart the right way. He had no way of knowing your internal struggle, but he knew to take it easy on you and that was comfort enough.

You began to calm with shuttered breaths and sniffles, letting out a soft yawn once the majority of your emotions subsided. “Hey,” you heard Rin’s voice above you, his hand still carding through your hair. “You okay?” You nod, sniffling again. The sun had completely set by the time you opened your eyes again, the stars lighting up the sky and the moon hanging gently in its balance. You didn’t want to move, you felt comfortable like this. In his muscular arms, the sound of his heart and the rise and fall of his chest made you want to fall asleep right there. But you knew you couldn’t, so you lift your head to look at the mess you made of his shirt. “I’m so sorry…” You frown, pulling your jacket sleeves up to try and dry him off, noticing his large tattoo under his soiled shirt. Your face heats up when you feel yourself staring and you look up at Rindou, who just chuckles in response, smiling at you, which only deepens your frown. He rolls his eyes and pulls you back into a hug, your breath hitching as he does and he rests his head on top of yours. 

“I knew something was wrong,,” Rindou mumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly. You sigh, leaning into him again, feeling at ease once more. “I really am that predictable huh?...” you say, and find yourself wrapping your arms around the boy in return. He breaths out a laugh, “Yeah…you are.” You squeeze him lightly, moving to look up at him. The stars reflecting in his beautiful lilac eyes making your heart skip. “Thank you… and I’m sorry.” He frowns at your words and shakes his head, moving one of his hands to cup your cheek, thumb stroking away at the remaining wetness. “I’ll always be here to wipe your tears. Promise.” Your face flushes at his promise to you and you study his features. There’s only care in his expression, gentle and loving. 

“Hey, Rin… I’m not ready yet, but whenever I am would you… do you wanna… be with me? I don’t know how long till then but,” You fully take in the way his face lights up at your implication. He nods smiling at you gently, his face dusted pink as he looks you over.

“I’ll wait however long you need, angel”

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[heliads]

Staying Undercover

Based on this request: “Matthias Helvar x reader, where she is a grisha, so they don't trust each other, until they are send to the mission together”

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You are sitting in Kaz Brekker’s office, the tiny glorified attic space in the highermost point of the Slat, when you first think that you’ve started to lose your mind. You were supposed to be here to learn about Kaz’s new plan for his latest heist, but instead of grinning to yourself about the upcoming fun, you’re wondering whether or not you could have misheard something.

This, by itself, makes no sense. When Dirtyhands speaks, everyone listens, from the lowliest thug to the highest member of his inner circle listens. You carefully noted every aspect of this plan, just like Inej did when Kaz planned this whole thing out and Jesper did when Kaz managed to get his attention long enough to run the gist of it by him. You know exactly what he said, yet you have no idea why on earth it sounds like Kaz Brekker just announced that you would be partners with Matthias Helvar on this mission.

Matthias Helvar. The guy hates you, something which is obvious to literally anyone who’s ever stood in the same room as the two of you for longer than a second. Matthias is a Fjerdan-born and Fjerdan-bred drüskelle, but you are a Grisha. It’s obvious why he wouldn’t like you when you first met, but the tension has only been brewing since that moment. 

At any given time in the day, you find yourself double-checking what Matthias said to make sure it’s not a hidden threat, or watching your back when you haven’t seen him in a while. Trust is rare in the Barrel, but you think you’d rather have even the most rampant double-crosser for a heist partner than Matthias.

You stare at Kaz, blinking in surprise, then finally manage to force the words out. “Are you mad?” Kaz looks back at you coolly. “No more than usual. Everything alright, L/N?” You spread your hands. “Obviously not! I thought you wanted your heists to work.” Kaz folds his arms across his chest. “I do every time. If there’s a problem, you’d best say it before it becomes too late.”

You lean against your chair, feeling the rickety wood and worn iron press against your spine. “Matthias Helvar has despised me since the moment we met. How am I supposed to risk my life on this job if I have to worry about both the mark and my partner? He’d sell me out to the stadwatch if given the chance.”

Kaz almost smirks, and you feel the sudden urge to throttle him. “I know, and I’m counting on it. The whole job is centered around getting to one of the speakers at a convention at the university, correct? You two will be academic rivals. Of course you’re going to be at each other’s throats, that’s what’s expected. No one can fake animosity when I have you two to make it real. It works out perfectly.”

He spreads his gloved hands as if he’s just performed a rather cunning trick. As much as you hate to say it, it almost makes sense. Kaz wants to steal the latest invention from a famed biochemist, one who’s arriving from the Wandering Isles to give talks at a university convention. Only students are allowed in, so Kaz is sending you and a partner to infiltrate the whole shebang and steal a few things for him. They’re chemicals, mainly, stuff that he wants before Pekka gets his hands on it. 

However, the thieves will have to be pretty convincing so they don’t get thrown out. Kaz knows this, and he knows that you and Matthias arguing over everything will seem like another exercise in hostility between two students. You understand it, but by the Saints, you hate it.

You glower at Kaz, which just makes him smirk. “Fine, but when he tries to stab me in the back and leave me for dead, you had better send Inej in to come get me.” Kaz just shrugs, rising to his feet so he can collect a few tables and charts depicting the previous week’s earnings from the Crow Club. “Oh, I’ve already set up a few plans in which each of you try to betray each other. That’s the least of our worries.” Somehow, hearing this does not surprise you at all.

Thus, there is no running from the awful decision to pair you with Matthias Helvar on a mission that hinges upon the two of you staying undercover. You’ve tried to minimize your prep time with him as much as possible, barely remaining in the same room as him for a few half bell segments to run through exactly what you’ll be doing. Each time, agreements are reached through tense, muttered comments through suspicious mouths. Neither of you trusts the other, and, to be honest, you’re perfectly fine with that.

About a week later, it’s time. You and Matthias head out to the University District, where the school convention is taking place. As you draw closer to the gated walls of the college, Matthias leans over so he can whisper in your ear. “If you do anything to jeopardize this, I’m shoving you into the Boekcanal.” You glare at him. “If you lay a finger on me, I’ll kill you myself.”

You hold up your hands threateningly in front of him, grinning when he draws away. He may fear you as a monstrosity of nature, but it is sort of funny to see him shrink from the briefest motion of your fingertips. You’ve known that you were a Grisha for a long time, so you have immaculate control. There’s no chance of you accidentally killing Matthias with your gifts, but he doesn’t have to know that.

You and Matthias join the throngs of students making your way towards the center of the university, where lines have already started to form leading into the assembly hall. The other students are talking and laughing with their friends, so, worried that you and Matthias are standing out by being too silent, you reach over and poke him in the ribs.

“Stop glowering at everybody, you’re not looking very excited.” Matthias slowly turns to stare at you. “You’ll have to excuse me then, witch. You weren’t exactly on my list of favored partners for a job like this. It’s bad enough that we have to rob an academic institution, I’d rather not do it with a drüsje.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh, and you think I’m having a good time? Trust me, I think it would be easier to get Kaz Brekker to laugh than actually smile at something you said. You’re about as friendly as a block of ice.” Matthias snorts. “I’ve seen Kaz laugh. It’s not my fault that you can’t understand humor.”

If you didn’t know better, you’d actually think that he looked pleased with himself. You, however, are too taken aback by his remark to consider that for longer than a second. “I can’t understand humor? Tell me why literally last night, I had Nina Zenik in stitches from a joke I told, but you were just standing there like someone dropped a brick on your head.”

Matthias shrugs. “Ravkans are awful for knowing what is funny. It’s the same with you.” Your mouth drops open in shock. “Matthias Helvar, are you telling me that I am awful?” This time you’re sure of it- he actually grins. “Yes. Has it taken you this long to realize that?” You’re about to respond to that, but you look up and realize that you’re at the front of the line to get into the university. When did that happen, and since when has this Fjerdan hunter been amusing enough to distract you?

A bored-looking graduate student is checking admission for the students entering the building, although he looks faintly entertained by your and Matthias’ arguments. He raises an eyebrow when you come to a stop in front of him. “How long have the two of you been friends?” You and Matthias’ faces drop the second he says the word ‘friends’, like the sheer mention of the concept is utterly foreign to you.

You manage to speak first. “He is not my friend. I can’t stand him.” Matthias starts talking over you. “Every time I try to do anything in class, she has to prove she’s better than me. It’s sickening.” You flash him a glare when he says the last bit. “I’m not sickening, I’m right.” The student looks back and forth between the two of you as if he’s watching a rather interesting sports game.

“Which of you did better on the last test? To settle things, I mean.” The guy asks, but you make sure you respond before Matthias does. “I did, obviously. He forgot the difference between the Wandering Isle fauna species, if you can believe that.” The student shakes his head in mock sympathy. “I bet that was just an excellent moment for you.” You grin vindictively. “Oh, it was.”

The student looks as if he wants Matthias to complain so he can get a bit more entertainment out of an otherwise boring job, but he is disappointed, as Matthias reverts back to his usual habit of silently scowling at you. The graduate student sighs, and hands the two of you tickets. “You don’t have to show me your IDs, I’ve heard people complaining about that test for weeks. Have fun listening to the speakers.”

You wave at him and head inside with a slight pep in your step. Matthias follows after you. “No need to seem so happy. That test wasn’t real.” You laugh. “Oh, I’m well aware. Did you notice that the student easily believed that I did better than you? It means that I seem infinitely more clever.” Matthias scoffs. “He was bored out of his mind and wanted me to argue so he’d have a show.”

You fold your arms across your chest. “And why didn’t you, if you’re so superior?” Matthias just shrugs. “I don’t feel the need to compete. Come on, the speaker’s supposed to be over there.” He jerks his chin towards a door a short distance down the hall and sets off towards it. You consider swearing a good few times but manage to silence yourself.

The speaker is actually fairly interesting, and despite the fact that you’re technically only there so you can steal some supplies, you find yourself nodding along in agreement. A few times, you managed to drag your attention from the biochemist’s lecture to glance over at Matthias, and every time, he’s been staring at you. He looks away quickly, of course, but the image of the soft smile on his face seems to be burned into your mind, and you don’t entirely know why.

The second the biochemist finishes his lecture, Matthias grabs your arm, starting to walk towards the exit. “We should go. He mentioned that interested parties could meet him in one of the labs, so he’s probably got his belongings there too. He’ll be busy answering questions for the next half hour at least, so we’ve got a good bit of time.”

You nod and head after him, although you can’t help looking sadly at the biochemist, who’s still speaking to some of the other students. Matthias frowns. “What is it?” You shrug a little too quickly. “Nothing. I just thought he was interesting. He could be talking about fascinating stuff right now, and we’re missing it.”

Matthias actually laughs. “You do realize that we’re only pretending to be students, right? None of this is real.” You sigh, casting one last forlorn glance at the assembly before disappearing back into the hall. “Yeah, but I was having fun. It’s a shame I’ll never smile again until we’re back in the Slat.” Matthias glances at you, confused. “Why is that?” You flash him a wicked grin. “It means I’ll be able to stay away from you.”

Matthias, instead of seeming irritated at this, just smirks. “Is that why you’ve been grinning this whole time? You know, I thought you said earlier that you’d never even smile at something I said, but I swear I heard you laugh a few times.” You stare at him. “That’s absurd. I would never.”

He just lifts a shoulder. “You tell yourself whatever you want. We both know the truth.” You swat him in the arm. “No we do not.” Before Matthias can respond to this, you realize that you’ve reached the laboratory section of the university. It’s time to steal some chemicals.

You find the guy’s belongings fairly quickly, and it only takes you and Matthias around fifteen minutes to find the vials Kaz wanted. When combined, they’re supposed to remove fingerprints, amplify bonelights, and create explosions for Wylan, so you can see why Kaz needed you to steal them. You tuck the samples into your bag, then slip back out into the hall with Matthias.

On the way out of the building, you can’t help but peek into the assembly room one last time. However, the speaker is nowhere to be seen. You nudge Matthias in the side, and he leans over to see what’s caught your attention. “Wasn’t the biochemist supposed to stay there for at least a while longer?” Matthias nods slowly. “At least ten more minutes. Why do you ask?”

An uneasy feeling is starting to lodge itself in your gut. “Because if he’s not here, he’s going to head back to the labs and realize that he’s missing a good few chemicals.” Matthias sucks in a breath as he realizes what you mean. “We have to get out of here now.” The two of you set off back down the corridors, but you’ve scarcely gone a few paces before alarm bells start to ring. You can hear vague shouts from the direction you’ve come.

You and Matthias lock eyes, panicked. “They’ve found out. We have to go.” Matthias takes the lead, pushing through groups of students. Most of the attendees have already started to leave, and you find yourself starting to get separated from Matthias in the crowds. For a moment, you’re certain that he’s going to leave you behind so he can get away, and then he turns back and grabs your hand, pulling you through the groups of people until you’re side by side. Even then, once there’s no danger of you two getting dragged apart, he does not drop your hand, and you do not take your hand away. Neither of you mention it.

You take a few quick turns through the school until you’re out of the building and blinking in the bright lights of the outdoors. The two of you head towards the streets; once you’re in the alleyways, no stadwatch or university guard can find you. Just before you clear the gate, though, you notice a few uniformed officers starting to run out of the university after you. Judging by the way they point at you and start to pick up the pace, they’ve realized that you and Matthias are the only ones here that aren’t students.

You swear under your breath and start to run again. The roads grow overrun with vendors’ carts and crowded shop awnings, and from there, you and Matthias manage to duck into the shadow of a nearby alleyway. You press yourself against the brick walls, doing your best to melt into the darkness. Beside you, Matthias does the same, his arm pressed against your waist as if to protect you from sight. You hear thundering footsteps pause near the mouth of the alley and you’re certain that you’re about to be seen, but then they pick up again and disappear down the streets.

You breathe out a slow sigh of relief, leaning your head back against the wall of the alley. You glance back at Matthias, finally allowing your gaze to stop searching the road for university guards, and that is when you freeze. Somehow, in the frenzy to not be seen, you and Matthias had inched closer to each other, both of you pressed against the bricks. He’s standing just millimeters away from you, his breath hot on your cheek. He tilts his head down, until his gaze passes from your eyes to your lips. You should move, you think, but you don’t. Neither does he, until he kisses you.

At first, you’re just shocked. Then you start to remember details of the day, about how every time he swore he didn’t trust you for a second his eyes lingered on your face, the way you laughed when you poked fun at each other even though you promised that he couldn’t make you smile for a second. When did the insults stop meaning anything other than a way to tell him something more, something that you didn’t even know was there until this?

Matthias breaks away, but some part of you wishes he hadn’t, that it could be just you and him in the darkness forever. You wait for him to walk away, to swear that it was a mistake and he would never feel anything for you other than resentment, but he doesn’t. Instead, he smiles when you kiss him back, and you tell yourself then and now that you were most certainly wrong about Matthias Helvar. There is one thing you forgot to notice in all the time you’ve spent hating him, which is that neither of you have hated each other at all.

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[parkersbliss]

Diamonds | K. Brekker

pairing; kaz brekker x female!reader

warnings: cursing, I think that’s it

wc; 2.3K

synopsis: dirtyhands doesn’t need anyone, but he wants you, even if he can’t have you

prompts: 001: “why do you care?” 047: “please just let me in.”

a/n: this went in a very different direction then I planned but I love it??

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Kaz Brekker was a lot of things.

Emotionally unavailable was one of them.

But you never thought much of it. You didn’t think less of him because of that. Surviving the barrel meant being cold, ruthless, and cunning.

Everyone had to have some dark side to them. It was a given.

But Kaz’s dark side never turned off. He was always in a constant state of brooding, thinking about all the ways the plan could fail or coming up with a new heist.

His brain never shuts off.

You never considered that a bad thing, but everyone has to rest eventually.

But rest wasn’t a word in Kaz’s dictionary. For him, resting meant thinking about other things.

Things that he wanted to forget.

So he busied himself with work, numbers, and other things to push the other thoughts out of his mind. Sometimes they were about Jordie and the harbor, sometimes they were about Rollins or you.

Kaz never wanted to forget you, but he didn’t want to think about you either. About the way, your lips curved up into a smile every time Jesper threw his arm around you. Or the way you throw your head back every time Nina makes a joke, the way you sit patiently with Wylan when he tries to read, the way you train so gracefully with Inej, and the way you make fun of Matthias’ accent.

He wants to push it all out of his mind because he doesn’t understand it. He doesn’t get how he manages to notice every detail about you.

It would cost him eventually, which is why he didn’t think about it. It’s why he tried to busy himself with things that have nothing to do with you.

But sometimes, it doesn’t always work out that way.

It was moments like these where Kaz is in a constant state of don’t fuck up and don’t say anything.

Which never goes in his favor.

The plan was simple, break-in and walk-out. There were three separate sections to the museum, and the event kept everyone pretty busy.

All you had to do was get in, steal a few jewels and then blend in with the crowd for the rest of the night.

It should be easy enough.

You all dress in your best attire, at least, the best attire that wouldn’t slow you down if you have to run. Kaz’s breath hitches in his throat when he sees you. Silky fabric, exposed skin, and all your beauty.

He nods at you as you fall into step behind him.

“You look nice,” You said.

“Thank you. So do you.”

You all find yourself in an ally by the museum as Inej scales the roof for her way in. You know she’s successful when the back entrance pops open, and she leans against the door frame with a satisfied smile on her face; her green dress trails along the floor as you make your way inside.

Bright fluorescent lights illuminate the hallway, and the sound of heels and Kaz’s cane echo down it. Kaz pick locks the three doors with ease, signaling for the groups of you to go in.

Matthias and Nina are responsible for the smaller riches, Inej, Wylan, and Jesper take care of replacing them, and you and Kaz get the big stuff.

The room sparkles with diamonds, almost blinding you. To Kaz, it smells like money. For each piece stolen, the two of you replace it with a cheaper place holder.

By the time anyone noticed, you would be gone.

You grab a ring off a stand, slipping it on and examining it in the light.

Kaz coughs, and you turn to face him.

He holds the most expensive piece in his hand, a diamond necklace.

It’s worth more than a quarter of a million kruge.

“Woah,” you breathe out. The diamonds are arranged in such a way that it sits close to the neck, and looks like small interconnected leaves.

“Wear it,” Kaz said.

“Kaz-”

“You would look… pretty with it,” The last part is barely above a whisper.

“Okay,” You agree, taking the piece from his hands. Your fingers barely brush his gloved ones as you take the necklace, clasping it around your neck.

Then, Kaz steps back. “I think we got most of it.”

You can’t take all of the riches, but you can take enough to make some serious bank. You exit the room, Kaz locking it after, and meet back in the hallway with everyone else. Inej and Nina both drip in equal expenses and gasp when they see your necklace.

“I almost want to keep it,” You said, touching the diamonds.

“It does look stunning on you,” Nina said.

“I’m sure we have enough to keep that piece,” Inej said, gesturing to the jewelry between you all.

“I do not understand the need for stones to prove one’s worth,” Matthias said.

Nina pats his shoulder, “It’s like you Fjerdans and your fur coats.”

"Witch," Matthias mumbled under his breath.

Kaz takes the lead, directing you to the main room. You can hear the sounds of people chattering, classical music floating in the air. You all split into smaller groups, mostly pairs, to avoid detection.

You and Kaz stay towards the center of the room, observing everyone else and waiting till the event ends.

As Kaz’s eyes sweep the ballroom, yours sweep over his face, familiarizing yourself with his features.

He has sharp cheekbones, fair skin, and a pointed nose. His lips are drawn down into the softest frown, and there are bags under his dark eyes. His eyebrow twitches ever so slightly whenever he sees someone he doesn’t like, and he runs a gloved hand through his hair, slicking it back more if it’s possible.

He was beautiful.

After a few more moments of mingling, they prepare to bring the jewelry out on display. You and Kaz back towards the exit, just in case something goes wrong.

The fake one sparkles just the same, and a clear difference can��t be seen. It’s only glass that Wylan had managed to craft by himself.

The servant gulps, taking careful steps with the case in his hand. His hands shake, and as he takes the first step up the stairs, he stumbles.

It shatters.

The glass scatters across the floor, the fake necklace you planted aside does the same, the pieces landing everywhere.

You can practically feel Kaz tense next to you when the crowd gasps; actual diamonds wouldn’t break.

“Don’t move,” Kaz whispers. He makes a hand gesture to the rest of the Dregs around the room that means remain still. “Act just as surprised.”

On any other occasion, it would be easy, but when the original necklace is dangling from your neck, it’s like an open target for anyone with eyes. Murmurs flow through the crowd, but no one pays any mind to the Dregs because you all look like you belong here. They’re looking for the black sheep among the white.

But they all look just the same.

“We will be conducting manual searches,” The guards announce.

“Saints,” You whisper, hand instinctively grabbing the diamonds on your neck.

“Plan B,” Kaz said. He meets Jesper’s eyes across the room, nodding his head, and Jesper smirks. He grabs one of his revolvers, firing a single shot and tucking it away before anyone notices. The crowd screams, everyone rushing to the exits as more shots are fired from various parties (some from Jesper, some from guards, or others who just love chaos).

You all make a run for it, using the main exit where guards were desperately trying to keep everyone in.

You watch Inej slip through with ease, Nina and Mattias next. Jesper gets held up, but he managed to talk his way out of it as Wylan tugs on his sleeve.

You and Kaz are last, taking your time to avoid being pushed in by the crowd. You could run ahead, get out before Kaz, but you don’t.

You stay by his side and maintain the slow pace, even when there’s a quarter of a million kruge hanging from your neck.

As you approach the exit, you’re one foot out when someone grabs your arm.

“I got her!” The guard shouts. He starts dragging you back inside as you try to dig your heel into their foot.

Then, in the span of a second, a cane comes down on his arm, a clear snap ringing out.

You stumble from their grasp, unknowingly using Kaz’s shoulder to steady yourself. He hisses but says nothing more because as soon as you notice, you let go.

“Nina!” You scream as the guards come pouring out the entrance.

It was clear who the target was.

The heartrender holds up her hands, effectively dropping their beat, but you underestimate how many there are.

“Run!” Jesper shouts.

And you do as you’re told. The guards open fire, and you bunch your dress in your hands, running through the streets of Ketterdam. Kaz begins to fall behind, and you slow down your pace.

“Jes, throw me a revolver!”

“What?”

“Throw it!”

Wylan rolls his eyes, fishing the gun from his boyfriend’s pocket and tossing it at you.

“What are you doing?” Kaz said.

“Saving your ass!” You reply.

“I don’t need your saving!” Kaz retorts, glaring at you.

You roll your eyes, “Fine, I’m covering you.”

“I don’t need that either.”

“Kaz-”

“I don’t need you!”

You nod, turning away from him to hide the hurt on your face. “No, of course, you don't."

You fire a single shot at a guard, busying yourself in taking a few out, so Kaz doesn’t get hit. When he’s a good way ahead, you sprint after the rest of the Dregs. You see the tail of Jesper’s coat disappear down an alleyway.

You fire one last round of shots and duck behind it. You move past Kaz, catching up with Jesper and thanking him.

He smiles, bumping your shoulder. “Anything for the lady.”

The slat is in sight, and you sigh in relief, happy to rest and unload all the jewels everyone is dripping in.

You could only imagine the amount of kruge you’d come up with.

Jesper opens the door for the Dregs, and you all practically collapse on the couch. You Nina and Inej are all on one, kicking off your heels.

“I hate heels,” You said.

“You’re telling me,” Inej replied. “Never again.”

Nina shrugs, “Annoying as hell, but they do work in place of a knife every now and then.”

“I am never without my knives.”

“We know.”

Kaz walks past you all, limping a bit worse than usual and going up to his office.

You don’t bother following after him. Instead, you all dump the jewelry on the table.

“Oh, saints,” Inej gasped.

Jesper leans back in his seat, “I think we’re set.”

“You’ll gamble it all away before we even cash it in,” Matthias said as Jesper scoffed.

“It’ll take me at least a few months to lose that.”

“Months?” Wylan asked.

“Like six tops.”

Everyone begins to argue, and you tune them out. You forgot about the most expensive piece hanging from your neck, absentmindedly playing with it. When you remember, you figure the best thing to do with it is give it up to Kaz.

With a sigh, you stand up, the fabric of your dress falling back into place.

You don’t bother knocking on his door, you know you should, but you didn’t care all that much.

“Here’s your necklace,” You said bitterly, dropping it on his desk.

“(Y/N)-”

“A quarter of a million kruge, enough to set you for life. That’s all you need, isn’t it?”

“I didn’t mean that.”

“Sure felt like it,” You snap.

“I just-,” Kaz sighed, avoiding your gaze. “Keep the necklace.”

“I don’t want it.”

“You don’t?” Kaz asked, eyebrows raised. “I thought you liked it. You should have it if that’s the case.”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t.”

You click your tongue, “Keep the fucking necklace, Kaz.”

Kaz curses himself, tugging at his hair. He was making the situation much worse. He didn’t know what to say that wouldn't piss you off. He thought the necklace would be like a peace offering, a sign of his thanks.

It backfired on him.

He’s bordering the line of being cold or grateful. When grateful didn’t work in his favor, he went for the other.

“I want you to have it.”

“I don’t want it.”

“Please, take it.”

“It’s worth money. That’s far more important to both of us.”

Kaz shuts his eyes, “(Y/N), please.”

And you know this isn't about the necklace anymore. It never really was.

You shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest. You were tired of pretending to brush off your feelings. It was killing you. Every time you tried to do something, Kaz pushed you back. You couldn't keep doing this to yourself.

“You either want this, or you don’t. Which one is it?”

“Please,” he said softly.

You sigh, blinking harshly. Your heart hammers in your chest. You take a breath, trying to calm yourself.

“Kaz, I need you,” You said softly, “Please just let me in.”

“I can’t,” He said, voice strained as he fights his demons. God, he wants to, but he's scared. He's scared of pushing you away or hurting either of you in the process. He couldn't go through that kind of loss again.

“I will wait,” You said. “I will wait as long as you need. I just need to know that you’re in this too.”

Kaz meets your eyes. His are glassy as he holds the necklace tightly in his hands, running his gloved fingers over the diamonds.

He could lose you.

And that is far worse than not having you at all.

He slowly peels his gloves off. His movements are slow and deliberate, taking his time. When they’re off, he grabs the necklace and stands up.

You hold your breath as he stands behind you, brushing your hair out of the way. His fingers just barely dance across your skin, but they’re there.

He clasps the necklace, and you turn around to face him.

“Kaz?” You question.

“I need you too, (Y/N).”

“I’m not leaving," You assure him.

“Good. We’re in this.”

“We’re in this.”

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[thesuncitysworld]

Requested by @red-wine06

I wasn’t sure who you wanted it to be for so I thought Rafe would fit this role.

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This is my work and I would appreciate it if you didn’t steal it for your own use!

Characters: Rafe Cameron X Reader

Summery: When Rafe is gone most of night you start to worry when you are told to please leave a message.

Warnings: difficult relationship between the reader and Rafe, blood, bruising. I think that’s all.

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Prompts: 11, 17, 22

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I was tired. My eyes were closing ever so slowly and it was colder then usual. Rafe left the house at 11 am this morning and hasn't been back since, not even a text message to tell me he’s ok. Nothing. 

For all I knew nothing was happening and if it was then I wasn't told about it. Every bad incident came flooding my head and that was the other thing keeping me up.

My feet made there way out of bed hitting the cold floor making my whole body shiver. I opened the door making my way to the kitchen to grab a cold glass of water, hoping this would wake me up a bit more. 

I took my glass and made my way to the sliding doors. Slipping on my sandals and went and sat on the patio my body relaxing to the sound of the waves crashing against the coast.

Rafe and I still live in the Outer Banks just not near his parents or mine. He insisted that we move when both of us turn 21. I still have no clue why it was that age but I was fine with it though, we had been dating for 5 years prior the move here. 

I still remember that day. Now I’m 25 and Rafe’s 26, we had the best relationship anyone could ask for, now we are going though a rough patch. 

He comes home late everyday but never like this always, he used to take me out to dinner on Friday's. That's long in the past to be forgotten about. On nights like these, when one of us couldn't sleep, we would always make out way down to the beach and sit there. Sometimes it was in silence, sometime it was full of magical words being passed between us. 

That was my favourite time, that's when everything was right in my life. I don’t know what happened Rafe just got less and less close to me, it almost felt like he was bored. 

My hands went to my pockets, on my dressing gown, and picked out my phone. My fingers pressed Rafe’s contact and waited for him to pick up.

I could hear the three beeps and a woman’s voice.

“The person you are trying to call is unavailable at the moment, please leave a message after the tone.”

My eyes closed, the soft night breezes cooling my face down. I stared to make a move, not going inside just yet, going down the steps just down the side of our house. 

That was when I felt it. Safe. My shoes were now in my hands and my toes were burring themselves into the sand. I haven't done this in a while, I looked to my left expecting to see Rafe there staring down at me for some reason. 

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Nothing could be heard in the house only the slight ticks off the clock on the Livingroom wall. That’s when the door slammed shut, not even quietly he has no self respect. Rafe made his way to the stairs expecting me to be in our room sound asleep. 

“It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?” The words left my mouth before I could stop them. 

I saw his back tense, slowing turning around showing his face to me. A dark shadow cast over his left eye, a bust lips and blood spilling from his nose. My arms dropped from my side taking steps towards him. 

“Don’t say a word and go up the stairs into bed!” He ordered me. I shrunk and made my way around him, my hands fell on his arm for a split second.

I didn’t do what he said, I went and sat in the bathroom and I locked the door. I made eye contact with myself through the mirror. Looking at what Rafe and I have become.

The door handle came down, indicating someone was trying to get in.

“Why are you not in bed?” That voice, it was sweet but bitter like a sharp object was in his throat. I didn’t reply to scared to hear the break in my words.

We both stayed quiet for a bit then that’s when the banging came. His fists on the wood of the door making it rattle, my feet moved themselves back making myself hit the wall, Rafe toyed with the door handle again double checking that it was actually locked. 

“Open this door before I break it down!” His voice was powering making my hands shake as I made my way back towards him. 

It went silent again and that lead me to believe he might have given up, I was wrong so very wrong. My fingers undid the lock and I stepped out of the bathroom. That was went I felt it, the strong force against my neck my head hitting the wall and my eyes shutting. 

“Please.” I begged, weakly.  

 I opened my eyes meeting Rafe’s there was nothing behind them and for some reason I felt pity for him. I moved my hands so they were on top of his praying them off my neck. They dropped and he froze, I pulled him to the bed and made him sit on the edge. Rafe was staring blankly at the wall and I was pacing back and forth before I came to a stop.  

“What happened to us, Rafe?” I questioned feeling weak and tired. I was exhausted from this relationship. There was no reply from his, only a sniffle and his hand wiping away the blood on his face. I waited but still nothing. 

“Go ahead, rip my heart out.” It became more of a whisper towards the end when I saw Rafe make a move towards me. I stepped back my head bowing. 

“Look at you for goodness sake! I scare you, you are scared of me. Y/n you’re scared of me.” He repeated his statement.

I shook my head walking towards him taking his hand in mine. Rafe avoided my eyes.

“No, no I’m not.” I spoke calmly feeling him relax in my hands, I moved his face so he was looking into my eyes. 

“We are gonna clean you up, yeah? Then talk about this and sort it out before we go to sleep.” I waved my hand between us and he nodded walking towards the bathroom.

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[buckybarnesdiaries]

white wolf: “the show must go on”

first part — second part

third part — fourth part (soon)

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bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it’s a disaster, but he gets it.

word count: 1'9k.

warnings/tags: none. bucky being so innocent gives me life. + he being so damn cute as always.

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“Have plans with your girl tonight?”

Bucky clicked his tongue, putting down the weight to the holder, not turning to Sam still doing squats and an awkward noise out of breath. His partner couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and giggle while shaking his head, fast enough to steal the soldier's clean towel before he reached it.

“She's not my girl”.

“Not yet, you mean, uh?” He joked then, using the clothing like a whip to hit the metal arm. “But, you have plans or not?”

“Yeah, we have plans”. Bucky admitted eventually, glancing at Sam also stealing his bottle of water. “She invited me to watch a movie”.

It was the innocent and unworried tone of voice from him that made Sam choke, cough, and laugh at once.

“What?”

“Oh, man… Can't believe you're sinful enough to do what we do but too innocent to not see what that means”.

“It means we're gonna watch a movie”.

Bucky was confused at the laughter, trying to understand what he was referring to as he rested his back against the wall and crossed both arms over his chest. Expecting anything else from his wise friend.

“This is the twenty-first century, you ancient. We don't watch movies”.

“What d— What do you mean? You have Netflix, HBO, Prime Video… What's the point?”

Sam was deadpanned, staring in silence at the soldier, not believing what his ears were hearing. “We, guys, don't watch movies with girls, even less when they are the ones inviting us”.

Bucky squinted at him, tilting his head like a lost poppy would do, not being able to read between lines. His partner gasped exasperated, running a hand up and down his face.

“You know, man? Sometimes I feel alone, not having anyone to laugh with about that forties' manners of yours. Should I call Sarah, maybe?”

“Cut the show”. He hissed standing up and passing him away.

“Oh, no, no, no… the show has just started, man, and I have my popcorn ready”.

Bucky had been beating around the bush the whole day, trying to let it out of his mind. Of course, it was something that would happen sooner or later, and —more than of course— he wanted it to happen. The mere fact of thinking about you and him, flesh against flesh, hearing you moaning his name and making you feel good caused him goosebumps and an awkward sensation beneath his black jeans. Suddenly, swallowing saliva turned impossible, biting his lower lip while ringing the intercom of your apartment. Your response didn't last more than a couple of seconds, opening the door downstairs and waiting for him at the entrance of your apartment.

The butterflies fluttered within your bellies when Bucky stepped out of the lift, showing you that charming smile that could make you kill anyone who dared to erase it from his face.

“Trying to get me drunk?” You joked as he raised the bottle of red wine in his left hand.

“Maybe?”

“Missed you today”. You whispered at the soft kiss on your lips and his arm getting wrapped around your lower waist.

“So did I”. He sighed, sounding a little tired, caressing your nose with his.

Yesterday he talked to you about a routine medical check-up the government used to do every six months until he earned his pardon. Four hours of intense exercise to make sure the supersoldier serum was still doing its effect, as he started to feel somewhat tired since he stayed in Wakanda. For Bucky, it was really easy to open up himself with you and talk about his past and some of the things he did. And he didn't complain when you helped him to take off his leather jacket, watching him rubbing his left shoulder.

“I, uh… also was this morning with Sam. Training”. He told you, following you to your kitchen to find a couple of glasses. Turning at him, you couldn't help but raise an incredulous eyebrow. “Don't look at me like that… I know to perfection what you're thinking”.

“You're a telepath now?”

“God, no. I have enough with the voices inside my head, to hear someone's else”. He chuckled resting against the fridge. “But you're very expressive and I was trained to read body language”.

“So, what am' thinking?” You asked driven by curiosity, entertained on opening the bottle of wine.

“Look at this guy… He looks hotter than a barbecue”.

You broke into a loud laugh, shaking your head as you grabbed the drink and the glasses. “Not even close, Sergeant”.

“Liar”. He blurted into your face, passing him away to the living room where the Thai takeaway was waiting for the two of you.

“I'm not lying! You're a lousy body reader”.

“So… you can do it better, uh?”

“Didn't say so, but… yeah”. You replied, placing the wine and the glasses on the coffee table next to the big green sofa.

“Okay, go ahead. What am 'thinking, genius?”

Standing in front of him, some inches away, you squinted at his eyes in advance of touring his posture from top to bottom with your orbs.

“Look at that girl… she's hotter than a volcano”.

“Not even closer, soldier”. Bucky repeated your words, kissing his teeth and causing you to laugh again.

“Liar”.

The night went on, enjoying your dinner and watching the first part of Scary Movie. Since Bucky told you that he loved the horror genre, you thought that it'd be a good start. As you finished the Thai dishes, you two cuddled on your sofa, and it felt nice to be embraced by his muscly arms and had your head rested on his shoulder. He had never been that happier before, imagining for a moment —staring at you by the corner of his eyes— that he wasn't a retired lethal assassin controlled by a bunch of psychos, just a guy watching a movie with his girl.

For some reason that increased his pulse, having to clear his throat as the thought dried it. You couldn't let it go, wrinkling your nose with curiosity, raising your face slightly at Bucky trying to focus on the movie, and pretending everything was going okay.

“What?” He murmured about to laugh nervously, putting his head back a couple of inches to look better at you.

“Seems like you're gonna have a heart attack, what's the matter?”

The soldier breathed heavily through his nostril, expelling all the air in a sight through his parted lips. A lower giggle escaped them as your eyes widened a little more interested in his response to your question.

“Sam… Sam said something this morning”.

There it was. Your grimace turned skeptical, sitting up to borrow the control remote and pause the movie. Turning to face him and placing an arm on the headrest, you puckered your lips in a funny gesture watching him click his tongue.

“Things are different nowadays and… y'know, we used to watch movies”.

“And that's what we're doing”.

“Yeah, but… it's like… now there are some kinds of non-speak social rules”.

You knew exactly what he was referring to and seeing him somewhat troubled and tense just made your heart melt. It wasn't that he was scared, but it almost felt like.

“Is it your first time since the forties?” You dared to ask, clearly with no intentions of making fun of him.

“I've never really… y'know, I was in my twenties when I left Brooklyn. I me— mean, 'm not stupid, okay? I've done things but not… sex like… to the whole point”. Bucky didn't have his eyes on you when he made that confession, rubbing the bridge of his nose by inertia as his nervousness increased. “And now everything… is pretty different”.

“It doesn't have to”. You just replied, stretching a hand to his right one to intertwine your fingers. “Listen, Buck… We don't have to, okay? We don't have to do anything if you're not ready. We can watch the movie and then… you can go, or you can stay to sleep with me”.

“I'd like that”.

“Leave?”

“Yeah, totally, if you excuse me, ma'am… I gotta leave” He clearly joked, about to stand up until you pushed him down to the sofa bursting in laughter. “Nah, I, uh… I mean, I'd like to sleep with you tonight”.

“I'd like too, and to wake up tomorrow morning with you”.

“Yeah, would be very awkward if you go to sleep with me and wake up with another guy in your bed”.

Bucky smirked at you, biting his upper lip before leaning to press both on yours. He couldn't believe you were being so comprehensive with him, not making any other uncomfortable questions, nor kicking his ass out of your house. At that moment, he realized he was madly in love with you, bringing you closer to himself so he could embrace you tenderly between his arms. And you let him, not wanting anything else than to be with him.

At the moment the movie finished, you both stretched your hands to the ceiling with a yawn opening your mouths. You palmed his thigh to beckoning at him, urging the soldier to follow you as you rubbed your eyes using your knuckles, a little sleepy. Turning off the lights on your way to your room, you changed your clothes for a baggy Iron Maiden's t-shirt, as he stripped himself leaving his clothes on the chair in front of your bed, only wearing a pair of black boxers at the end.

You were about to ask him which side he preferred when the words died on your tongue, glancing at him with his flesh hand over his dark grey shoulder. It was the first time you saw the vibranium arm in all its glory and Bucky gave you the impression of being embarrassed. He'd never stop surprising you with plenty of emotions for things that for you didn't have any importance actually —like the fact of not having two real arms.

“Come here”. You murmured, kneeling on the mattress and palming the other lateral, observing every one of his actions till lying next to him, in the middle of the gloom of your room.

Covering both of you with the sheets and turning on your sides to face each other, Bucky took the initiative of wrapping you close to his chest, as he placed his head on your pillow. He couldn't help but take a soft breath from your heavenly smell impregnated in, provoking a smile to grow on your lips. Surrounding his neck with your arms, you sunk your fingers in his short hair, gently caressing his scalp while you started to spread tender short kisses all around his face.

“This feels good”. He purred with such a pleased tone of voice, closing his eyes as he adventured his warm hand under your shirt to draw invisible patterns on your back.

“So good”. You affirmed, peppering his cheek with a bunch of noisy smooches.

Bucky squeezed you between his grip, hiding his face into the gap of your shoulder and neck, causing you goosebumps because of his exhalation against your skin. He was comfortable being that close, with no distance separating your chests and your legs intertwined in a bundle. You saw how relaxed he was when he pulled his head back to the pillow, noses touching and his eyelids closed.

“Good night, Buck”. You whispered, still feeling his caresses on your back, leaning to kiss him one last time.

“Good night, doll”.

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Original Sin | Darksaber!Din

Pairing: Dark!Din x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ older for the love of all things holy)

Word count: 3.4k~

Summary: Things change after Grogu leaves. People change. No one is exempt.

Warnings/tags: DUB CON?¿, masturbation (m and f), inappopriate use of darksaber, sex toy (...), Dark!Din, Dom!Din, sacrilegious references, really dark shit, i am so sorry

Update: This should go without saying, but as it turns out, it’s in need of being said: every word written in this fic is my own; any likeness to any other work is coincidence, regardless of how bizarre. I don’t mean to offend anyone or raise suspicion, as I am certainly not a plagiarist (literally couldn’t be even if I tried: I am equal parts too incompetent, too busy, and too lazy to steal from someone else. Fellow writers can attest, I’m an absolute garbage reader and fall behind on almost everyone’s work. There’s an embarrassing amount I haven’t read.) Please reach out to me personally if you have any concerns. I respect everyone here like you wouldn’t believe. Sending love to you all. Be well. ✨

Notes: When I go to hell (it really is only a matter of timing, and not so much a question of if anymore), this fic will rank number one on the list of reasons why I’m sent to my eternal timeout. This... I'm twisted. I have issues. God help us. Seriously, this is basically a horror show. I bow down to the Darksaber!Din content creators who came before me, and the original artwork that inspired me to write this— thank you for lighting this (descending, dirty) path. I HAVE TAGGED A FEW PEOPLE HERE WHO MAY OR MAY NOT BE INTERESTED but really— REALLY— there’s absolutely no pressure. Cheers friends x ( gif credit: @skyshipper )

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The days stretch long like morning yawns—hours passing on creaky bones, slow and congealed inside the metal womb of the Crest.

It wasn’t always this way.

They used to be filled with pitter pattering— with wily antics and vanishing acts that could baffle even the most veteran of illusionists— with prying frogs from tiny, green hands and giggling as blocks and baubles floated through the hull. Laughter. There used to be laughter here.

But that was then. The child is gone now. The Razor Crest is quiet.

Time fills itself like this; there’s little for you to do now but wait. Wait for the dusk to blur into the dawn. Wait for your food to cook. Wait for the shower to warm. Wait for the parts you ordered to arrive at the port. Wait for Din to come back—to come home.

Home. You used to be so certain—you’d bite the head off anyone who questioned otherwise— but you’re not so sure this is home anymore. Its not that anything has changed. No, the galley, the carbonite pods, the cockpit, the deck—it’s all still here. The scuffed walls, the durasteel, the littered crates and packed arsenal. But—

It’s different. It feels different. Something is...

off.

You can’t quite put your finger on it. Its intangible, but it’s everywhere—like gas. Invisible to the naked eye, but encircling you all the same. Choking you.

Killing you.

There’s no good explanation for it. You feel eyes on you when there are none. You find yourself glancing over your shoulder, knowing full well you are alone. Something keeps snagging you, pulling at an unseen thread. The corners of your peripherals tugging at you. Beckoning.

Was that a shadow? No.

Is someone there? It’s just you.

There is a tickle at your ear - a constant - dancing along the shell of it. Wherever you go, it follows.

Home home home. It only feels like home when Din is there, safe and sound at your side. But even then, even Din—in all of his plated exterior—even Din has succumbed. Even Din has

changed.

The truth is, Grogu left and a part of Din left with him. There’s less of him now— more, too: there’s less where it matters, and there’s more where there shouldn’t be.

You don’t remember when it started—when he first disappeared. When the spark in him died, and he was reignited anew.

When this Other became.

On multiple occasions you’ve caught him murmuring into the bellied dark of the Crest with a bent spine, hunched over himself as if he’s shrinking—enveloping in in in as far as the beskar along his chest will allow him to cave. You can never pick up what he mutters, but you catch the sounds of his teeth and lips brushing together, hissing. It’s not Basic; you’d recognize it if it were. You don’t think its Mando’a either. It’s too sharp— too vile. There’s none of his language’s elegance in it.

“Did you say something?” You asked once, poking your head around the doorway, eyes resting on the shine of his helmet.

A beat—and slowly, he unfurled, rearing to his full height and like a sentinel he swiveled, pivoting to face you.

“No.”

Your throat bobbed. “Oh, I-I thought I heard-”

“Come here, mesh’la.”

And you did. You always do.

The darksaber appeared on his belt one day, shortly after the child went away. It came, only once, and there it stays. Indistinguishable - inseparable - there is no dismembering the two. It accompanies him in all things; when he pilots, when he hunts, when he eats. It sleeps by him.

By you, too.

Din has always been stoic—of scant words and physical timing—but now he is a golem. A silent, shrouded figure. His Creed is broken, and you wonder maybe - briefly - if Din is broken as well. He is never unkind to you. He is never threatening. But he is never him. His eyes— the oaky comfort you once found in them— have blackened. He is a pit.

Din Djarin is a pit of a man.

And within that pit he has born rage. Immaculately, it has sprung from him as woman did by Adam’s rib. Like mold growing upon stale fruit does he have this—this wrath. It crept through him. It stalked along his soft flesh— his tawny hide—and it waited; patient, there in the shadows, it waited for him. Waited for him to turn his back, to close his eyes and drop his guard— leeway, an entrance— as to slip in undetected.

To inhabit.

The virtue and love that once thrummed within the heart of him has burned away. Charred. Only this of him remains; this insatiable lust— for blood sport, for the promise of split knuckles and fractured bone, for you.

For all of you.

Now, Din goes out on bounties like he needs it—like it’s oxygen. He lives off it. He’s sustained by the rush, by the adrenaline laced chemicals pumping through his arteries. He’s gone for days and weeks on end and when he returns, he fucks you like he’s been starved. Out in the wilderness without a morsel to eat, he devours you. He’s ravenous as he tears his way across your body—all too pliant for him, all too willing—letting him feast on the nectar dripping from your heat.

You can feel it in his foot steps as he storms the ship, the bassy echo of it. You can see it in the pitch of his visor. You can feel it in his cock as he slams into you, night after night after night—ceaselessly. Tirelessly. Unnaturally. The number of orgasms he wrings out of you is countless—his need so incurable, you have to fight to stay above it all; you have to war against your urge to slip away completely.

Din is one grey choice - one hair trigger - from coming undone.

And you should be scared. You should be terrified—he should terrify you. Like scalding water, you should flinch away at the mere sight of him—at the warning steam that rises from his pauldrons. This predator, unhinged and off his leash—a great, crushing beast at which you are at the mercy of.

But— you aren’t.

You couldn’t place it at first: the gnawing. The gnawing at your insides like maggots festering upon a grizzled carcass hanging limp at a wet market. You couldn’t name the tremor in your gut. You gave it epithets as best you could, you gave it placeholders - fear, worry, intrigue - all until one day it spilled. One day it seeped past the tremble of your stomach and sank lower, lower,

lower.

It settled in your cunt—the gnawing. And you named it Want.

You want him. You want this—you’re addicted to it. This sin like led-lined velvet, you want to roll in it until it poisons you, until you’re smothered with it, just like it’s smothering you now— blanketing you as you mewl naked in your bed, knees knocked together. Your eyes roll back into your skull as you frantically work circles into your clit with the all consuming thought of him: his teeth at your shoulders, his hand around your windpipe.

You’re nearing your finish, the promise of that tight coil unraveling there - there - right before you. You’re so enrapt in it—in this dizzying, wanton act—you don’t register the ramp lowering. You don’t hear the carbonite chamber whir, his quarry freezing over, or his foot falls sounding their way to your bunk.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You gasp, frightened eyelids wrenching open as his baritone timbre crackles through the hull. The Mandalorian stands there, backlit by the glow from the galley and he looms—expressionless. Haunting. You blink at him rapidly, batting away the desire that’s glazed over your eyes.

“Y-You’re back,” you stutter lamely. You try to smile. You try to distract him. “I uhm, I didn’t hear you come in. I thought you wouldn’t be back until, u-until..."

Your excuses fade, mouth parched dry. The film of his visor gives you nothing. He is unknowable, but you feel it - sense it - that energy—unbridled and rippling off of him in sick, suffocating waves.

“I’ll ask you again,” Din starts.

“What-" he steps towards you, darksaber hanging heavy at his hip, “do you think-" you shimmy up your cot, shoulder blades digging into the steel sidings, “you’re doing?”

Your heart thunders against your chest, beating until you’re sure it’ll burst.

“I’m-"

I’m sorry you almost say, and you have to force yourself to gulp down the apology. You know he doesn’t want it, and he knows you wouldn’t mean it even if you offered it to him.

Your brow wavers. “I-"

He rips away the sheet you had drawn up over you and reflexively you jerk back, revealing the gloss on your fingers and the patch of hair above your mound, shimmering shamefully—exposing you, mocking you under the dim lights.

“What’s this?” he asks, and fuck he’s patronizing you. He’s smirking—you don’t have to see it, you can hear it in the curving lilt of his voice as he drinks in the sight of your very obvious indiscretion, laid bare before him. You can’t bring yourself to answer him—you can hardly look at him—and you bristle, hair on your arm prickling up.

“You fuck yourself speechless, little one?”

Your cunt throbs, burning and contracting around the orgasm that was snatched away from you and fuck, you’re drowning in him. Din is tar—he’s an oil slick, and you’re plummeting through it—gasping for air, for the surface, for sunlight. He’s everywhere—his broad frame, his voice, his scent like copper and smoke. You can barely breathe through the thick of him.

“Answer me,” he growls, leather croaking at the clench of his fist.

“Yes—yes,” you utter, proceeding with honesty, no matter how pathetic. “I missed you,” you squeak out.

Din cocks his head, a smug look scowled onto his visor. “You missed me?” he purrs through a sneer and you nod, precious and small, worrying the inside of your lip.

He sinks one leg and then the other onto your bedroll, just between your parted feet, kneeling before you. The flimsy spring mattress squeals under his weight—all of that armor, all of that boiling soot trapped within him.

“How much?”

For a moment, you must look confused. Puzzled. Your eyebrows furrow as Din unclips the saber from his belt, rolling it over in his hand. You rake your gaze up from it, dilated pupils landing on the unforgiving black panel there.

“You claim you missed me. Prove it.”

Your cunt bottoms out.

He crouches over you, tracing along your inner thighs with it's steel shaft and you bury your fists into the cot. You don't know which to look at: Din or the rod in his hand. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you trust me.”

Fuck, it feels like you’re going to rattle apart. There isn’t an inch of you that isn’t humming—isn’t seizing up wild. “I-I trust you,” you mouth softly. And you do, whether you should or not—you trust him with your life, to make or ruin.

“Fuck, you’re wet mesh'la,” he appraises darkly, leaning in to run a leathered digit through your seam, parting your curls. Your legs twitch, heels of your feet digging into the bed. “So ready for me. So eager."

Your eyes dance frenetically down to the handle and back up to him as he aligns the saber with your pussy. The blunt end of it touches your lips and you shudder, instinctually fidgeting away from it. Din splays his hand on your knee, anchoring you in place. “Shh,” he coos, rubbing a thumb soothingly into your skin. It doesn’t feel sweet. It feels sickly, cloying— like arsenic.

You don’t dare breathe as he prods the shaft into you, inch by terrible inch. It doesn’t matter how slicked and wet you are from touching yourself, your walls strangle the foreign intrusion. Your body resists.

“Fuck,” you sob. Your throat, your pussy, all of it— it’s all compacted. It feels so fucking tight, both words and air fighting to get out and in all at once—everything inside you constricting.

“Show me,” he grits through clenched teeth. “Show me how much you missed me.” He drags his gloved digit over your clit, pressing down onto it until you see stars, fizzing in front of your vision. “I know you can take it, sweet girl. Be good and show me.”

Be good. Be good for him. Be his only vice.

He continues to swirl at your bundle of nerves and you’re nearly thrashing with it— with all of this— hair fanned and mussed against the pillow as you writhe, swallowing his saber to the hilt. Fuck, you’re so full. Maker, you’re stuffed with it; with the cold, uneven edges, the ridges woven into the grip of it— and he slowly - tortuously - delves the handle in and out of you, hitting against your cervix with every thrust.

You can only mumble. Your lips have gone slack, your mind is cavernous. All you can do is quiver and beg— beg for release. Beg for it to end.

Beg for more.

“Oh gods, oh g- Maker, please—”

Your bleary eyes shoot open as you’re silenced by the grip of his gloved hand.

“No.” Din pinches your jaw in the web of his palm, fingertips dimpling your cheeks. “No, your God isn’t here,” he seethes, low and deadly, graphite venom dripping from his lips. “Pray to me.”

Fuck.

Trembling, your lips pucker ugly and sloppy as you babble uselessly in his stony grasp, chin crinkling with a whimper. “D-Din.”

He inhales sharply, mouth snaking into a wicked grin behind his helm. “That’s it. That’s my good girl.”

He’s deboning you as he would a fish. Practiced, he plucks you into messy pieces—gutting you through your open maw. His ministrations are crawled. They’re slothed and carnal with arrogance and pride and it’s not enough—its all together too much, but still—it’s not enough. You’re hungry. You paw at him, scraping over his breastplate.

“Din, please—more," you gasp feverishly, eyes blown wide.

A blip of static huffs through his modulator. “You want more, you filthy little thing?” He gives you another squeeze, indenting scorch marks into your face.

You nod—you try to, his grasp is too firm, rooting your neck to still. “Yes.”

Din groans, all but obliging you as he begins to fuck you harder, pistoning through you as he thumbs your nub with his rough pad.

“Din-”

You’re whining now, tinny and depraved. It’s wrong. Every part, every second of this, is wrong. Immoral. But you can’t stop the way your body convulses at his every touch—you can’t stop the heat roiling in your core.

“Din, Din baby- fuck fuck fuck-”

It’s like he’s trying to split you in two—all of you. Your pussy, your mind, your soul—he’s bisecting you. Divvying you up to bits of nothing. It’s only then that horrid realization occurs to you, winding through your addled haze as he fucks you deep and splintering: you’ll never be whole again.

And scarier still—you don’t think you want to be.

No, you want to be these loathsome shards. You want to be broken glass. You want to draw blood.

You want to be possessed by him.

“Fuck yourself,” he pants, his cock straining violently against his trousers, begging for relief. “Be good and fuck yourself. Let me watch.”

Be good be good be good

He leaves your clit and you whimper at the loss. Your face is stained with tears. The salty trails cascade down to mingle into your hair, into the sheets. You’re vibrating, but you do as he says and you reach down, recoiling when you touch the chilled metal tip. Tentatively, you pad along it, settling on the end that’s peeking out from you.

A pained sound rumbles through Din as you wrap your fist around the saber, and your eyes flit up to meet his, hidden somewhere behind his helm. Hurriedly he unbuttons his pants in a flourish and removes himself from his constraints. He’s pulsing and proud, flexing up against his stomach, the veins choked to bulge along the angry, silken shaft of him.

Finally, you begin to move the hilt—finding an aching, undulating rhythm and he can’t fucking take it. He rips his helmet off, letting it clatter to the floor.

“Din,” your pray, “Din, I think I’m going to-”

You’re wrecked – fried like a livewire– as you look for him, as you search and search—for that warmth, for a trace of him left there. The Din you knew, the Din you agreed to fly with all those months ago, the Din you love. You think you see it sometimes—in the slant of his mouth, the bridge of his nose— but here, now, he is gone.

He is a pit.

Din Djarin is a pit of a man, and you want nothing more than to fall. Standing on the ledge of him, staring down into the abyss—you want this. You want to fall. You want to jump.

“Tell me you’re mine. Tell me, sweet girl— tell me.” He’s fucking his fist raw, humping into his palm as desperate as an animal.

“I’m yours,” you mewl. Furiously rubbing your clit with one hand and spearing yourself on the rod of his saber with the other, your hips buck and spasm. You snap. A blinding light sears through you, ricocheting off every scrap of muscle and tendon sewed up in your body. “Just for you,” you cry, “I’m yours I’m yours I’m yours—”

Your ragged sobs mix with the lewd slaps of skin as Din pumps himself, hot ropes of his release spitting onto you— painting your pussy, the divot of your navel, coating along the slope of your tummy.

“Look at you—fucking, look at you,” he moans throatily, easing through his rough strokes as he softens.

Your chest is heaving and you feel dumb, empty—like a puppet, arms and legs moving on phantom strings. Din removes the handle from you with a wet squelch; a viscous strand of your juices clings on, obscenely connecting your pussy to the base of it, and you rasp—the wind punched out of you with its gaping absence. You gush. It dribbles out the slit of you, leaking past your abused hole and soaking into the bedroll.

When he unsheathed the saber from your scabbard, he took a part of you with it. You’re so fucked out—you’re practically a parsec away— it went unnoticed.

Undetected.

It brushed past you. You didn’t feel it—you didn’t recognize the whisper that has slithered in in it’s place, nestling within your swollen folds.

Breeding there.

“Beautiful,” Din murmurs, placing it on the mattress beside your head, the chrome of it gleaming with your slick. He bows his head to lick a path up your cunt, laving you clean as he climbs higher and higher, tonguing off his seed from your stippled skin. “Fucking beautiful, mesh’la,” he growls. “Mine—all fucking mine.”

You’ve gone heavy. You’re too heavy to keep your eyes open—you’ve been hollowed out and you’ve got nothing keeping you tethered here. You start slipping under in slow motion—intervals between languid blinks lasting longer and longer. You’re spooled in a knot of tangled limbs with Din’s mouth, fervent and needy, flaying you open as he sees fit— with his hot mouth and teeth, suckling your breasts, biting at your nipples and bruising your pretty neck.

It’s not long before you hear it again, as you have before— as you always do: the faint caressing of speech, of lips forming language you cannot understand—made indecipherable in your strung out high.

“D’you say something?” you mumble, half conscious—half dreaming.

Din laps a long stripe up your throat, his stubble sanding your skin. “No.”

You sigh, breathy and girlish, as his fingers find your mound, dipping into you once again. He makes you cum twice more that evening. You barely have the strength to watch him do it.

/

Finally, when he’s satisfied—when he’s spent with driving you mad, making you rile— he grants you respite. He permits it – generous, charitable - and you sleep like the dead, soundly through the night until—

until you don’t.

Eyes. You feel them somewhere— there are eyes on you. You stir, stuttering in your sleep to squirm in the dark. You don’t know what you’re listening to at first. It’s a sound of some kind, a noise. There is a hiss—

A frigid hand seizes around the bloody organ pulsing in your ribcage.

No, not a hiss—it’s a voice. It’s— no-

You pat around for Din beside you but he’s gone—he’s long gone and his vacant spot has grown cold without him—and your nails dig into the sheets, desperately clawing into the fabric.

Inside you.

The voice, the sharp hush of it—it’s inside you. It speaks from inside your own mind, its forked tongue fluttering against your ear.

‘Wake up, sweet girl.’

/

Tags (IM SO SORRY): @djarinsbeskar @pedros-mustache @krissology @keeper0fthestars @read-and-rec

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Eyes on Me

Pairing: The Thief x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Oral (female receiving).

Words: 3320

A/N: @ezrasbirdie threatened me with a good time (and fucking delivered) and steal your heart is taking a while because I want it to be perfect so I had to retaliate with something tonight. This is to all the Pedro Whores out there, including me. RIP. Sorry it's tame, I'm saving all the filth to the series ;)

There was something different about the show tonight. You weren't sure what it was, or if it had to do with the several important names your friends kept throwing out every time they spoke to one of the security guards. It was never this nerve-wrecking to perform, especially when it was such an elegant performance and not the usual risque programs you were so used to being a part of. You danced during the opening and you were due to enter once more towards the end with only a few others before the final piece.

As you were changing your make-up, you couldn't help but overhear one of the girls nearby gushing about a certain guest. It was always irritating to hear all of that noise and you prided yourself in never being one to gossip about the after parties or who would be there. But you were intrigued, and not because they kept on saying how rich and mysterious this man was. It was the fact that no one knew his real name. Not one person in the industry ever had the pleasure of being in his inner circle and even those who were close to him only received a pseudonym. The only name the world had for him was El Diablo. You chuckled as they kept on gushing about how dangerous and hot it sounded because only a narcissist with an ego the size of Alaska would ever call himself that. Did he not realize how ridiculous it sounded?

Before you could ask them if he would be in the after party of the Opera House's owner, you were ushered onto stage once more. Probably for the best you didn't take part in this now...

As you made your way through backstage, you were about to preparing to enter onto the stage when a man bumped into you, almost throwing you onto the ground with how firm and broad he felt. As you stood up and cleaned your fragile dress, you felt your chest rising in anger with how close he came to ripping your costume and ruining the event.

"My god can you watch where you're going nex-" The words died in your throat, along with the heat rising up your chest, as soon as you looked up and saw who bumped into you. Your eyes widened in shock at how sinfully handsome this stranger was and before you could even stop yourself, you were apologizing profusely. From the looks of his attire, you were sure he was one of the important guests tonight and you feared that you would lose your job on spot.

"Sir I am so sorry I- I didn't see where I was walking and I am about to get on stage and...oh god, please- I I didn't..I'm-" Your stuttered through an apology and felt tears forming in your eyes when you were met with a pair of piercing brown orbs staring right back at you.

"Please, the fault was all mine hermosa. I was so busy admiring everything behind the scenes that I didn't notice the most breathtaking of jewels coming towards me. Are you alright, have I hurt you in any way?" His deep voice was like a siren's song and you parted your lips in a haze when he stepped closer to you and checked to make sure you weren't hurt. Had anyone else said such words to you, you have laughed in their face because no on could ever speak that way and make it sound sensual. And yet, here he was.

"I- I umm...no."

"I would hate to cause harm to such a beautiful little flower as yourself. Please, forgive me. I do not think the show would be remotely as good if you are not a part of it." He says again and you realize instantly how much trouble you're in because in the span of thirty seconds, he has said things to you that you've never heard in your entire life, things that you only read about in books.

"Me? I- I'm just one dancer." You try to laugh it off, thinking he was just being awfully nice but when his smile drops and he steps into your space again, you quiet down and close your lips.

"No, that is not true little star." Before you can say anything, he's grabbing your hands and raising them to his lips, never once breaking eye contact as he laid soft kisses on each wrist.

"T-thank you sir."

"I can assure you the pleasure was all mine bebita. Now go on, I cannot be the cause of your delay, the show cannot lose you." You miss him before he even backs away from you and you notice the way he clasps his hands behind his back tightly, as if he was trying to deny himself another touch of you. As you shake your head to try to remember the steps to the dance, it occurs to you that you haven't even asked him what his name is. When you turn around to do so, he is already gone, and you silently swear to yourself because he managed to take your breath away with just a handful of words.

As the show goes on, you force every muscle in your body to focus on the performance and not the way the stranger smiled at your or how his cologne and natural musk put you in a daze. By the time you're all on stage and enjoying the standing ovation, you feel like you're being watched but you throw the thought aside when you remember that the hundreds in the audience are, in fact, staring at you. As you move to leave the stage, you allow your eyes to roam the top private booths and your heart ceases to beat when you instantly see your stranger form earlier sitting by himself and looking your way. You think that perhaps it is your imagination but when he lowers his binoculars and smiles at you, you know that he was returning your gaze. You can't take your eyes off of him and almost trip over your steps when he leans forward and doesn't try to hide the way he's eyeing you. God, how was it possible to be so enamored by someone you've met only for a few minutes?

You don't have too much time to dwell on the brief glimpse, however, because as soon as you're back in the changing rooms, your director is asking you to dress quickly so you could make it to the after party in time.

"Hey, I'll just use the bathroom quickly okay?" You tell one of your friends before you enter the room and shake your head in irritation when she holds you back by your shoulder.

"Oh I know that excuse. You said that last time before you ditched us for that stupid movie."

"Casablanca is not stupid and I promise I'll be back, I just really need to go." She narrows her eyes at you for a moment before she nods and lets you go.

As you make your way through the now empty hallways of the building, you can't help but think back to the man who bumped into you and managed to occupy all of your thoughts for the night. It was strange how deeply you already felt for him, as if he was your soulmate from another lifetime. But no, that couldn't be. Men this perfect and mysterious and kind only existed in fairytales. So busy thinking of when you might meet him again, you don't hear one of the side rooms opening and revealing someone. You look up just in time to see him leaving the room and fixing his hair.

"Oh." You don't know what else to say but thankfully, the stranger doesn't give you any room to think of something else because as soon as he notices you staring at his plump lips, he takes three strides towards you and takes once of your wrists before leading you back to the room and shutting it behind him.

"I-"

"Little flower, I must tell you something and I hope you can forgive me." He's at least five feet away from you and even though you're thankful for the distance he's created, you can't help but feel a little hurt that he doesn't want to be close to you.

"Y-yes?"

"I lied to you earlier tonight, when I ran into you." You try to think back to anything that he's said but nothing comes up, causing you to question him again. You take a step closer to him and sigh in relief when he doesn't move away.

"Oh?"

"I- I did it on purpose bebita. I have seen your past two performances and I couldn't stop thinking about you, how you move so elegantly, how you dance like a butterfly that has mastered fluttering in a garden of roses. You plague my mind every minute of every day querida, and I dream of you every night, of having you to myself, kissing every inch of your skin, worshiping you until you can no longer stand the pleasure. I'm...forgive me, I have- I know how this must sound but...I couldn't lie to you again. Please." He pleads with you lowly, clenching his jaw and fisting his hands tightly to prevent himself from reaching towards you and pulling you into his arms.

You feel a multitude of emotions wash over you at his declaration. You're not sure if you should be angry at being lied to so effortlessly and a little voice in your mind tells you to run, to not tie yourself to someone who was so charming and dangerous. But with the way he's looking at you, as if you were the most precious jewel to ever come into existence, easily makes you set aside all of those intruding thoughts. You unclasp your hands and slowly walk towards him, your throat drying quickly when you notice the way he's staring at the floor, expecting rejection.

When you're only a hairbreadth away from him, you raise your hands and rest them on his chest, biting into your cheek when you feel how warm and firm he feels beneath the velvet suit jacket. You swallow the lump in your throat and force yourself to look into his eyes. When you do meet his gaze, it's like everything has fallen into place so perfectly, every step you took to get to his moment, every little mistake and perfected twirl that brought you to this Opera House. All of it makes sense and you pray to God that he can understand what you're trying to say with your eyes.

"Little flower, I- you should know, if I take you into my arms, I will never let you go. I will fight the heavens to keep you forever." You should be scared by his words, you should excuse yourself and run far far away from someone who was so intense and unforgiving in their words. But something tells you that he might be worth staying.

"I'm yours." Giving yourself completely to someone shouldn't revolve around two simple words, and yet, as soon as you say them, you feel like a genuine star from above. Not because this stranger was reciprocating his affections, far from it, but because of the way your words seemed to affect him. You never thought that a genuine smile could look like a fallen star, if that's what you could even call it, but that's what it was to you. His lips widen in a deep smile that pointed to two dimples which you wished you could kiss over and over again.

"You mean that mi alma?" He asks one last time, wanting to make sure that he wasn't forcing you into anything and that he was in fact hearing you correctly.

"Please," you plead one last time and moan in ecstasy when you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you into a passionate kiss. It's an instantaneous reaction, the way you melt into his arms and allow him to take whatever he wants, and it feels more exhilarating than an opening night of a new performance.

"Little flower," he pulls away for a second to attack your jaw and neck with wet kisses, growling into your skin when you slip your fingers into his long locks and tug on it while you moan for him.

"Will you let me taste you? Please cariño, I- I need to have you. Por favor mi flor." You'd think he was begging for the most expensive delicacy in the word but it's just you, and you pray that you never get used to how desperate and needy he sounds for you.

"Yes, please...take- take anything you want from me sir. I'm- oh god...oh g-god yes-" Your breath hitches when he backs you into the couch and pushes you onto it before he kneels in front of you.

"But my- my dress?"

"Don't worry bebecita, I will buy you a thousand more. Whatever your heart desires, it's yours. All yours. Just let me taste your pretty little cunt." You almost choke on your saliva when you hear the vulgar words leave his mouth and as you nod shyly, you brace yourself for the onslaught of attention that he was surely about to give you. There is no time to prepare because in an instant, he's removing the sheer leggings down your legs along with your panties. You bite into your wrist when you see him pushing them into the pocket of his surely expensive suit and as you try to ask him what he's choosing to keep him in his pocket, he winks up at you before he dives below the skirt of the dress. You almost jump in shock and overstimulation as soon as you feel his lips wrap so deliciously around your outer lips and your hands shoot instantly for his hair and pull on it when you feel two fingers push into your wet heat.

"Oh- oh my god, fuck please...yes, y-yes!" You're screaming incoherently and gripping his hair tightly, surely to the point were it's painful, but it only spurs him on further and he haunches his body completely against yours to prevent you from removing yourself from him. You're a shaking mess in seconds, and you fight to breathe every time you feel him shove his thick fingers into your cunt and pull them out along with your juices. He's growling and heaving against your skin and you find his need to pleasure you and make you see stars more of a turn on than what he's actually doing.

"Cum for me little flower, drench my fucking face." He orders once before he shoves his tongue deep into your wet pussy again, rotating between kiss your clit and sucking on it when he feels you begin to shake in his arms. He can't believe he can finally have you writhing underneath him so willingly and beautifully and as soon as he feels you clenching around him tightly, he adds a third finger.

"But- your...your suit-"

"I don't care about the fucking suit, make a mess of it. I'll wear it proudly and show everyone how good I can make you feel. Fucking cum on me and drench my suit baby. I want it, need it." He pulls away for a moment, and you look at him through heavy lidded eyes as he continues to ram his fingers in and out of you. He can tell you're enjoying his words because you tighten your grasp around his hair as soon as you hear him say that he would wear your cum on him wherever he goes like it was the most normal of things.

"That's it love, cum. Now!" He moans the last order just as he descends on your overused cunt and as soon as you feel the scruff of his face scratching your inner thighs, your back arches off of the couch and you cum on his tongue, body shaking violently as his fingers refuse to let up. A string of heat uncoils in the pit of your stomach the more he licks your clit and before you can warn him, you're gushing on his face and marking his velvet jacket. You swear you could hear a little chuckle escape his beautiful lips but you couldn't care less about it as he brings you down from your high with shallow and soft thrusts of his fingers. As he stops, you remember how painful it must be for him that your hands are still combed into his hair and you force yourself to remove them, covering your eyes instead to try and hide behind them.

"Never hide from me hermosa, always keep your eyes on me. Please," he smirks when he sees you flush underneath his piercing gaze and he pushes your skirt down before he stands and puts his three fingers into his mouth.

"I knew you'd taste sweet bebita, but I didn't think you'd taste like an exquisite flower." The compliment is too forward and you can't look away from him even when he laps at his fingers like a starved man.

"Thank you my little star, for giving me the pleasure of, well, pleasuring you." He's a little cocky with the way he says those last words and you smile at him before you try to stand up. As soon as you're off the couch, your legs turn into jello and you almost fall. But like earlier, warm hands wrap around you easily and pull you into a firm chest and you thank him quietly before you try to right yourself.

"Come with me? I am hosting an after party for your company and I would like to enter with you around my arms. You- you don't have to of course, but I- I would really like it if-" You're confused by the sudden shyness that overtakes him but you find it endearing nonetheless, the fact that someone who managed to make you cum in minutes could stand here and feel awkward while trying to invite you.

"Yes, I'll go with you." You take hold of his hands and nod at him, turning away when you see him throwing you that dashing smile again.

"I- I didn't get your name." You ask as the two of you turn around to exit the room and the sudden stop in his movements makes you question whether it was okay to ask him for his name or not.

"I will tell you my name soon mi alma." He turns around and swipes a hair away from your face, hoping that you wouldn't push him further right now.

"When?" You can't help but ask and you bite your lip when he raises an eyebrow at you before he pinches your chin.

"When I have you in my bed begging for my cock cariño," he laughs at how quickly you avoid his gaze again, loving the way you seemed to act so innocent around vulgar words when he literally just had his tongue in your cunt.

"I promise I will tell you my name little flower, but I want it to be special. When you and I are finally in each others' arms." He says more sincerely this time and deepens his soft expression when you nod and kiss his knuckles.

"So, what should I call you until then?" You ask as he leads you out of the room and down the hallway. As he takes you back to the changing rooms which have been emptied completely, you look at him questioningly again, hoping that he would give you something to call him because you couldn't just continue to say 'sir.' Although that wouldn't be such a bad idea...

"For now darling, you may call me El Diablo."

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