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Snow Angel - Chapter 1

Summary: Santana and her little sister Rachel are rich, spoiled college girls who go to a ski resort during their winter vacation. The siblings aren’t all that athletic but Santana is determined to show off her skills and fails spectacularly. Meeting flirty, super hot ski instructor Brittany makes everything a lot better for her. Brittana AU

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Rating: T

Pairing: Santana Lopez/Brittany Pierce

Genre: Romance/Comedy

Chapter 1

Spending her winter vacation with her annoying little sister was the last thing Santana wanted to do, especially in the middle of nowhere with several feet of snow around them for miles everywhere she looked. Their parents had insisted on planning this elaborate winter vacation and begged Santana to “watch over” their precious little Rachel.

“I told you we should have gone somewhere tropical. It’s way too fucking cold out here.” Santana grumbled, rocking on her heels and shivering slightly as they surveyed the mountain area through the high glass walls.

“There’s no need for that kind of language but I agree. It wasn’t exactly my first choice, if you remember correctly.” Rachel retorted with furrowed brows, her teeth chattering.

Rachel, as Santana expected, was bundled up in about a million layers of winter clothes with a big, ridiculous hat on her head. Her jacket was bright yellow and covered in fur, while of course the sweater underneath it was black with gold stars. She was wearing her gold necklace with the star pendant their father had given her as she always did.

Santana on the other hand, was just wearing tight jeans and a leather jacket over a black sweater, a black beanie on her head, leather gloves and Doc Martens to complete her rakish look. Her attractively messy, straight black hair fell to her shoulders.

“You girls have fun today! Mom and I will be up in the hotel room for a while if you need anything!”

The girls’ adoptive father, Will Schuester, was a tall, good-natured man with curly brown hair and a cleft chin. He held the hand of Emma, their mother, a small red-haired woman and waved to the sisters after they had checked in at the front desk, a bellboy rushing to help the couple take their suitcases up to the expensive suites. They needed three trolleys for all the heavy luggage Rachel had packed alone.

Santana snorted at that, her arms still crossed over her chest. She tried to keep as much distance from her parents and little sister as she could, ignoring them and scuffing her boot on the wooden floor while Rachel waved enthusiastically back at them.

Although she was twenty-one, Santana looked every inch the angsty teen girl with her black eyeliner and grumpy expression. Rachel was only two years younger but in Santana’s eyes, her sheltered sister still acted like a scared twelve year-old.

“Geez, Rachel, you think you could have packed a little lighter? Pretty sure you don’t need a year’s supply of reindeer sweaters to get you through a three week holiday, Miss Diva… ”

Rachel puffed out her cheeks in annoyance, just as her sister expected she would. Rachel was so predictable.

“You’re one to talk! You spent so many hours fixing your hair and makeup this morning that we almost missed our flight. Dad was getting worried that we would have to make last minute arrangements to take the private jet instead of first class.”

“Whatever. Let’s go to that café, Nerd. I’m gonna need some caffeine to put up with babysitting you.” Santana shrugged, swaggering over in the direction of the fancy looking indoor coffee shop that was close to the front desk and not caring if Rachel followed her or not. She considered herself an expert in ignoring Rachel Berry tantrums.

Slippery Slopes - seriously, what was up with that name? - was one of the most high-end ski resorts in the country. Even Santana couldn’t help but marvel at how massive the place was.

While she usually could care less about things like that, she had to admit the rustic, dark hardwood floors, fireplaces, and chandeliers everywhere they looked were impressive, creating an upscale but cozy atmosphere. It was early in the day but there were already so many hotel guests crowding the café area, which made Santana more annoyed as she lined up with Rachel.

“What should we do?” Rachel asked, looking over at Santana expectantly when she was halfway through her ridiculously expensive coffee drink. Everything the place offered was extremely pricey, taking advantage of the rich tourists who stayed there. The siblings had been sitting in silence for the past five minutes.

Santana sipped her own drink disinterestedly, rubbing the tip of her finger distractedly over the rim of the cup and staring off into the distance with a bored expression on her face. The shorter brunette sister was already getting a little anxious about them not having any set plan for their vacation.

They had never been to this kind of resort before. She didn’t know what guests were expected to do at a ski resort other than the obvious, which she didn’t want to do, and Santana wasn’t being very helpful.

“Who says I want to hang out with you, Tweety ?” Santana muttered, eyeing the girl’s bright outfit disdainfully. Rachel groaned slightly, rolling her eyes.

“What else would you do? Dad says we have to stay together so you can’t just run off and abandon me this time, Santana.”

“I don’t want to hang out with you,” Santana stuck out her tongue childishly and Rachel just huffed, ignoring her. Then Santana’s face adopted a scary expression, a mischievous look in her dark eyes that Rachel really didn’t like because she knew what that look usually meant. “Fine, whatever. If it’s so important for you to do everything at once today… let’s go skiing.”

“Skiing? Already? I - I don’t know, Santana. I’m not prepared. I haven’t even -”

“C’mon, Rachel, don’t get your big girl Barbie underwear in a twist. You’re seriously gonna come all the way here and not even try it once? It’ll be easy as fuck, you’ll see. I know everything about this.”

Rachel just nodded skeptically, narrowing her eyes. She knew this was going to be a bad idea but Santana seemed so confident about it. Maybe Santana knew something about ski resorts after all.

“Aren’t you going to finish that? I just paid like a million bucks for your stupid, fancy, fairy drink, so you better.”

“It was only what, like thirty dollars? That can’t be that expensive for one drink, right?”

“Just drink the damn thing so we can get out of here, Paris Hilton.”

Rachel rolled her eyes again, ignoring her quip but did as Santana said and followed her out of the café after Santana finished her own black coffee. They began walking towards some hills at the back of the resort where many other guests were heading. Rachel trembled, moving closer to Santana, who had her arms crossed over her chest. It was cold enough that they could see their breaths.

“Why do we have to do what you want?” Rachel complained, pouting as Santana came out of a rental shop and shoved a pair of skis at her, along with some ski boots while keeping the others for herself. Rachel struggled to carry them and barely kept up with Santana’s fast pace as they hobbled through thick, powdery snow. “I seriously have to wear these? They’re… they’re not very attractive!”

“I’m older so that means whatever I say goes. Put on the stupid, ugly boots.” Santana just shrugged, ignoring Rachel’s grumpy expression and whiny tone as they trekked along through the blanket of snow.

“These boots are too big for me!” Rachel added, still struggling to keep up with the taller girl when she had finally got them on. “We don’t even have a map!”

The short brunette gulped, her face turning pale as she looked around at the mountainous, rugged terrain, covered in pine trees. Rachel and Santana weren’t exactly outdoorsy people and this was all so uncomfortable for the shorter girl.

There were a bunch of different symbols on the ski marker up ahead and the two stopped to stare at them for a moment, deciding which trail they should go on first. It was completely confusing and the brunette didn’t know where to start. Rachel became more flustered, hastily pulling out her phone and looking up information about skiing.

“I- I don’t know. Will I be okay?”

“Don’t panic just yet. Of course you’ll be fine, Rachel. You have the coolest big sister on the face of the planet with you.” Santana told her confidently with a smug grin.

“No. This is silly. I’m not skiing with you!” Rachel finally shook her head after a while, annoyed with Santana’s ego and nonchalance. “And you’re not cool!”

“Fine, whatever. Your loss. You can just watch me, if you’re going to be such a scaredy cat about it.”

“We’re not even dressed properly for this activity! This guide says you need a helmet, winter pants, goggles…”

“As if I need all that lame stuff. I’m the Santana Lopez, and those rules are for losers. It’ll be fine,” Santana declared, ignoring Rachel as she pointed at a black diamond on the ski map. “Let’s do this one.”

“I- I don’t know! That’s way too advanced, Santana are you sure-”

Santana just walked ahead, ignoring Rachel then finally looked over her shoulder when she realized the other girl was still sitting in the snow cross-legged, in silence, looking rather pathetic and pouting up at her with her skis lying next to her.

“Fine, I’ll help you with your stupid skis.”

She grunted in irritation, realizing that the brunette didn’t know how to get her skis on and just crouched down to help her put them on so that they wouldn’t waste anymore time.

“Come along, Big Bird. We haven’t got all day.” Santana muttered, marching ahead to the ski lift as Rachel continued to throw her hands up and her panicked voice got louder.

“Don’t boss me around! I’m - you know that I’m very small and I can’t do anything that requires excessive muscular strength or hand eye coordination!“

“Yeah, yeah everyone knows you suck at sports. Don’t worry, a pro will teach you how.” Santana boasted, getting into the lift and Rachel reluctantly took a seat next to her at the glare Santana was giving her.

“Last time I checked, you weren’t exactly the best at athletics either and from what I’m reading here, the black diamond will be highly difficult for a beginner…”

Santana pointedly ignored her, saying nothing as Rachel rambled on.

She jabbed Rachel lightly with the ski pole and Rachel was outraged. Her jaw dropped and she jabbed the black-haired girl back in response. They continued to jab each other until Rachel got bored and crossed her arms.

“This is highly immature.” She sniffed as Santana laughed at her.

When they finally made it to the trail, Santana jumped down from the lift brashly, not even looking behind her. Rachel was scared to even get off of the lift so Santana had to practically pull her off of it with force. As they lined up behind other skiers, Rachel gulped, her eyes widening in fear and her hands went up to cover her mouth as she realized just how high up they were.

The massive, steep slope seemed so treacherous and there were all these ramps. The shorter brunette fell back on her butt on the top of the slope, earning some glares from fellow skiers lined up behind her while Santana just sped past her.

“Watch this!” She yelled at Rachel with a cocky grin. “Meet me at the bottom!”

Everything went well at first and Rachel was somewhat impressed by how Santana was managing to keep up with the others. Then Rachel watched in horror as Santana began to slip halfway down the slope and didn’t stop, falling face first and rolling the rest of the way down on her side as her skis flew off. At one point, she hit into a tree. She heard Santana yelp loudly as this all happened.

“Oh my God! She’s not even wearing a helmet! What am I going to tell Mom and Dad?!” The tiny brown-haired girl gasped, not knowing how to handle this situation.

She tried her best to walk down the slope while wearing the skis but it was immensely difficult as she had never learned how. Eventually she sort of side stepped slowly like a crab and the other skiers kept giving her strange looks, shaking their heads at the girl who was very slowly and cautiously stepping down the slope.

These contraptions she had strapped to her legs were making it such a challenge and she didn’t know how to get them off either. Rachel eventually slipped, falling on her butt and screamed as she rolled down the hill. It was painful but at least it got her to where Santana was much faster.

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Rachel gasped at the sight of the snow turning red beside Santana as the girl kept groaning quietly. One of her legs was twisted and there were cuts and scrapes all over her. They were in what seemed like a deserted area to the side of the trail, surrounded by a dense covering of pine trees.

Santana wasn’t moving, just lying on her side and Rachel yelled a few times with her powerful lungs for help from anyone who might be nearby but so far, no one had come to them. Santana winced at Rachel’s voice.

“You okay?” She rasped in a weak voice, opening one eye as Rachel skidded down beside her.

The shorter girl nodded, wincing. Santana would have teased her for the dramatic, scared look on her face if it weren’t for the fact that okay… maybe she too was a little shaken up by her ordeal.

“Guess your feathers must have cushioned the fall,” Santana chuckled at her joke and then groaned at the discomfort caused by her laughter. Her entire body was in pain. “At least I’ll get you back to Will and Emma in one piece.”

Rachel was outraged at how irresponsible Santana was being.

“Am I okay? Look at you! Look at the state you’re in! What were you thinking?! You just - I knew this was a terrible idea Santana, we should have never even attempted this! You could have - I don’t even want to say it.”

“Aww Rachie’s scared. You were worried about me?”

“No, I was not!” The brunette insisted but looked like she was on the verge of crying, her face turning a shade of red. Santana sighed.

“Alright, fine, fine. Maybe I… miscalculated a little. Don’t blow your top. I just couldn’t see anything and all that falling snow blinded me.”

As the minutes wore on, Rachel debated somehow making her way back up to the top and maybe flagging someone down for help but she could barely move and she didn’t want to leave Santana on her own.

“You clearly need medical assistance, Santana.”

“It’s no big deal,” Santana grumbled but yelped when Rachel tried to touch her leg, asking her if it hurt.

This was totally embarrassing. She had just fallen in such a ridiculous way while trying to look all impressive in front of the pretty tourist girls at the ski resort. A bunch of slim, attractive young women wearing ski masks who were gracefully zipping down the slope had all screamed when they witnessed Santana’s dramatic fall and she was pretty certain she had eaten about ten mouthfuls of snow.

“I don’t need a fucking doctor, okay? Just leave me alone.” She hissed as her sister continued to make a big deal out of her injuries.

Rachel crossed her arms in annoyance. It was becoming clear that they would be stuck out here for a while unless by some miraculous chance someone found them.

“This is so lame.” Santana grumbled.

“Hey, what was that?” Rachel whispered in a panicky tone as they heard heavy footsteps and rustling. Santana rolled her eyes.

“It’s probably just the Yeti.”

“It is not the - the Yeti! You’re making that up to scare me!”

“Oh, I think it is, Rachel. Or maybe it’s a bear.”

“It is not a bear!”

“How do you know? Maybe it’s a bear looking for a snack. You might be looking pretty tasty to it, Rachie.”

Rachel threw a snowball at her lightly, scoffing at the nickname.

“Ow, okay what the fuck? You’re attacking an injured person?”

“Well I’m cold, you need to go to a hospital, I broke three nails, and I lost my phone on the way down that mountain, I really have to go to the bathroom and I’m scared we’re going to be eaten by bears!” Rachel whimpered. “Not to mention my outfit is completely ruined now. This day is a complete disaster!”

“Rachel Berry, do not start crying right now.” Santana held up her hands warningly with the last of her strength as she saw the telltale signs of Rachel’s scrunched up crying face, tears already sliding down her cheeks as her lip wobbled.

“You’re crying too!”

“I’m not… it’s just snow in my eye.” Santana sniffled, wiping away a tear.

The two huddled together reluctantly, thinking about how awful it felt to be so cold with snow falling heavily now, all alone in this deserted area. They probably made a pathetic sight, Santana thought, weeping and whimpering about their injuries every so often. Soon, they heard footsteps again and looked up hopefully.

“Hi girls!” A friendly, booming male voice could be heard. They both jumped, thinking about the Yeti. Santana frowned when what could only be described as a Sasquatch came into view. Or maybe a big, gray abominable snowman. He was gigantic, especially from their view lying on the ground, and he was covered almost completely in snow, his body protected by furry, gray layers and wearing skis, along with all the recommended equipment. He shook himself off like one of those massive huskies.

“Told ya it was Yeti.” Santana mumbled tauntingly in Rachel’s direction.

“Hi!” Rachel squeaked at the man shyly, wringing her hands. Santana narrowed her eyes. She knew that tone of voice and that look. Of course boy crazy Rachel would be practically fainting over the first guy who talked to her.

He pushed back the hood on his jacket and all Rachel could focus on was his boyishly handsome looks from what she could see of them. He looked young to her, maybe in his mid-twenties if she had to guess with messy, short brown hair along with some stubble and he was smiling gently at Rachel. Santana groaned, completely uninterested and beyond grossed out.

“What are you two girls doing all the way out here?” He tilted his head to the side in confusion then he saw the blood all over Santana and pointed to her. “Hey, are you okay? I heard screaming out here and some girls told me someone may have got hurt… ”

“Well you see, Kind Sir, I’m so sorry but my sister and I just accidentally fell and I think she broke her leg. If you could kindly help us get back, we would appreciate that.” Rachel told him, fluttering her eyelashes while the guy just blinked at her.

Santana could not be less interested in any of this and listening to her sister attempt to flirt with Bigfoot while she was lying there freezing to death was the last thing she wanted. She nudged Rachel with her uninjured shoulder, grumbling under her breath.

“You’re seriously making big googly eyes at the first sasquatch who comes our way?”

“The girl who had every Victoria’s Secret catalogue saved since she was twelve should be the last one to talk!” Rachel hissed back at her savagely, “I know you were thinking inappropriate things when you looked at them!”

Santana felt heat rise to her face. Rachel definitely had some embarrassing secrets she could blackmail her with and the black-haired girl hated that. The guy just blinked at them again in confusion.

“Um, should I call for medical attention?” He asked while Rachel just gazed up at him in adoration, clutching her chest.

“I don’t need any help, you know. Wasn’t really a big fall,” Santana mumbled, rolling her eyes at Rachel acting like she was seeing one of her favourite Disney princes come to life. “No big deal at all.”

“Really?” A soft, girlish voice answered in a teasing tone. Santana instantly perked up as the figure of a woman came into view. She was wearing shades of bright pink all over and a fuzzy, lilac pom-pom hat.

Santana almost forgot how to speak when the woman took off her goggles and all she saw were the prettiest, crystal clear blue eyes and petal pink lips as the woman giggled softly. Her skin was so pale white and stunning. With the snow falling around her, the girl was mesmerizing. She was like some kind of angel. Santana felt better already in the presence of this Nordic goddess. She sure was a sight for sore eyes.

“Yeah,” Santana lied, trying to act casual even though she was inwardly groaning at how sore her back and arms and everything else felt. “It- it was nothing. Just a little trip and I can totally handle it. Really.”

“Really, really?” The woman tilted her head to the side playfully and gave her a goofy smile. Santana’s scowl slipped and she found herself smiling back at her because she couldn’t help it.

Brittany thought it was amusing how arrogant this scrawny woman in the leather jacket was acting, though it was nothing she hadn’t seen before from beginner skiers. When the woman leaned in to inspect her, Santana yelped in pain and surprise. She touched her arm, then her leg, making Santana jerk each time.

“Um, not that we aren’t grateful for the assistance and you certainly look prepared for this subzero weather but who exactly are you two?” Rachel piped up. “Father always says it isn’t a good idea to trust strangers.”

The woman and man just chuckled at the innocent, slightly odd way Rachel spoke.

“Oh yeah, I forgot… we work here. I’m Brittany. That’s Brittany S. Pierce - not Britney Spears - and this big gray guy is Finn Hudson. We’re ski instructors here at the resort.”

That explained a lot… Brittany S. Pierce…why did that name sound so familiar? Oh yeah…

Santana felt herself blushing deeply, remembering pictures of an insanely hot, tall blonde woman in the snow wearing nothing but ski boots and panties. And when she said nothing else she literally meant nothing else. The February edition of Sports Illustrated. Santana had been way too obsessed with that particular photoshoot and it had maybe awakened something in her.

Now that she was standing in front of her, Santana could only think of the fact that she had seen Brittany virtually naked. May God forgive me for these indecent thoughts…

It didn’t help that Brittany winked at her when Santana got flustered, as if she knew exactly where the black-haired girl’s mind was going and she didn’t seem to object.

Wait a minute… that meant… this was Brittany S. Pierce, as in the sort of famous skier who won all those competitions.

“Oh, that makes sense and it explains why you’re out here. I’m Rachel Berry and that’s my sister, Santana Lopez. It’s very nice to meet you, Finn and Brittany.” Rachel said politely to both of them, accepting this explanation.

Santana just stared at Brittany, awestruck and desperately trying to keep her cool. She was right next to a woman who could only be described as every teenage boy’s wet dream come to life and okay, maybe Santana’s as well.

“Same,” Finn nodded and continued to speak in a calm, professional voice, shaking Rachel’s hand. “We spend most of our days out on the slopes helping people learn. Um, did you two realize that you were on one of the most dangerous trails despite being total beginners? It also really isn’t a good idea for you to not wear helmets. In fact, it looks like you’re not wearing any of the proper gear today, you guys. Today just wasn’t your day.”

“I’m not some loser beginner. I know what to do.” Santana insisted, her scowl returning as she argued. Finn narrowed his eyes skeptically at this while Brittany kneeled down and leaned in closer, making Santana shiver but not from the cold.

“Um, I’m just saying… it doesn’t look that way because you could have killed yourself and your sister as well,” Finn responded in a serious tone, annoyed with Santana’s cockiness. “No offence but you two are incredibly lucky that nothing worse happened to you today when you wiped out, especially in this not so great weather. I’ve seen this happen to new people a lot out here.”

“That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to tell her. She’s so stubborn!” Rachel added in agreement.

Santana used the last of her strength to sit up, about to argue but the frown slipped away again and she was completely flustered as Brittany kneeled over in the snow and cupped her cheek, looking directly into her eyes with those searing blues. She examined the scrapes Santana had on her face with concern then glanced over at Rachel, who was also visibly upset and shaken.

“Aw, have you two been crying? You’re really cold and hurting, huh?” Brittany whispered in her gentle, comforting voice, wiping a tear from Santana’s cheek with the tip of her thumb. “You’re like little crying baby kittens. Don’t you two worry, we’ll help you get back home.”

Santana’s heart skipped a beat and her stomach fluttered, even though she was furious at herself for acting so pathetically. She felt comforted but at the same time, so very shy and bashful at this gorgeous ice maiden talking to her.

“Oh thank you, thank you! We’ve been out here for a million years.” Rachel whined, oblivious to Santana’s internal struggle. Santana groaned at how desperate and uncool Rachel was making them sound, giving her a sharp look. “We’ve never faced anything like this before. We’re hot weather, indoor people.”

Brittany and Finn giggled. Santana’s pride was bruised and she didn’t want the gorgeous, tall viking goddess to think she was helpless. She attempted to stand up on shaky legs and nearly toppled over after two steps.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you.” Santana shuddered as Brittany moved easily through the powdery snow and effortlessly lifted her, supporting her weight against her body. She was a few inches taller than Santana and seemingly very strong. Santana would normally protest at being carried by anyone but for some reason, it was different with this girl.

It was like Brittany read her like a book and knew Santana wouldn’t put up with being carried so she just supported as much of the black-haired girl’s weight as she would allow her to.

Santana clung to her slim body, wrapping her arms around Brittany’s shoulders and the blonde held her up so her feet didn’t touch the ground. Her heart was beating wildly at being pressed up so close to Brittany. “Good. You’re able to use your legs and arms pretty normally. At least it doesn’t seem like any of your bones are broken.”

“It- it’s okay you don’t need to -” Brittany gave Santana a knowing look with those calm, sweet blue eyes and she forgot what she was trying to argue. Instead, she just held on to the blonde, relishing the warmth and softness as Brittany’s other arm was wrapped around her thighs just under her butt, squeaking as the tall girl hoisted her up a little higher. “I - nevermind.”

“Which part of you hurts the most?” The blonde woman asked quietly. Santana forced herself to look away from her lips and tried to remember how to speak.

“Um, my arm…my back, and my face…and…my lips even… “

“Maybe I should kiss it better?” Brittany batted her eyelashes and then laughed softly, adjusting her hold on her in her arms. Santana blinked, her cheeks flaming and her heart skipped a beat again as Brittany’s arm circled her waist. She wondered if she was imagining this gorgeous creature flirting with her. Brittany was so smooth.

“Can you walk?” Finn asked Rachel, noticing that the small brunette wasn’t attempting to move. The small girl shook her head with a blush and Santana inwardly groaned, realizing Rachel just wanted to get carried by Finn. The boy bent over and took Rachel into his arms, easily holding her in a bridal style carry with one arm under her thighs.

Rachel began to panic as he lifted her and grabbed onto his jacket tightly as Finn just gave her a half smile she found so charming. She glanced up at Finn shyly, not knowing how to respond to being carried by a boy, especially in such a romantic style. This was one of her secret fantasies but she never thought it would ever happen to her.

“We can’t thank you enough, really. We wouldn’t have survived without you.” Rachel spoke dramatically.

“It’s no trouble at all,” Finn responded, glancing at Rachel nervously. She kept staring at him so interestedly and this never usually happened to him. He knew Rachel and Santana’s types - incredibly rich girls who would spend weeks at the resort without ever so much as looking at ordinary workers like Finn, far less making conversation with them. “Santana, if it’s alright I’m going to take your sister back to her hotel room, if she doesn’t have any major injuries.”

“Thanks.” Santana mumbled, still distracted by Brittany and wiping fluffy snow out of her eyes. Finn worked for the resort after all and there was no reason not to trust him with taking care of Rachel. It wasn’t like if Santana was in any shape to look after either of them right now. She tried to make some quip about Finn taking Rachel back to his igloo but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. She could feel all of Brittany’s curves pressed into her and it was making her completely tongue tied.

“I know how to help you. Finn and I treat injured skiers all the time. I’ll take you back to my cabin, Santana.” Brittany informed her with a cheerful smile.

“Oh…okay.” Santana practically squeaked, not knowing what to say. Being held by Brittany alone was enough to fluster her this much and the thought of Brittany taking her back to her cabin was overwhelming. Her winter vacation was suddenly becoming a lot more interesting…

#Brittana #Santana Lopez #Brittany Pierce #Brittany S. Pierce #Glee #Rachel Berry #Brittana fanfiction #glee fanfiction #Brittana AU #Rachel Berry and Santana Lopez #My fics #Snow Angel #Kind of a Christmas fic I guess

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siderealxmelody · 2 years

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@sankta-alina-s

He'd heard of the fae kingdoms off and on for years. He had never any intention to visit the Courts.

He scowled at his aunt.

"Why are we going to this coronation again?"

Anastasiya paused as they crossed the gates into Day. The palace shown on the hill made of sandstone and marble, all in an effort to keep the lands cool from the hot sun.

"Because Helion invited us Vanya, he said his nieces would he here too. I here the youngest is your age as well isn't that wonderful?"

Anastasiya continued up the path taking Aleksander's hand. Ivan's lips thinned and he caught up with his aunt and uncle.

"So this isn't some roundabout way to find me a match Ana?"

Anastasiya stilled and shook her head. Though Ivan didn't miss the way she smiled.

"Of course not. I thought you'd like to find others witches with a similar mindset Vanya that's all. Though if something were to happen wouldn't that be wonderful? Sasha don't you think -"

Ivan sped up the steps letting them talk. He knew she meant well. He knew she was just trying to get him to branch out more. To find friends his own age to talk to. Though he didn't know what good that would do, his parents probably would have wanted him though. His shoulders slumped he'd forgotten how his parents had looked but he remembered their warmth, their unending encouragement.

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Solaris was always happy to see his granddaughters. Elzear didn't live it at court, as Fae didn't follow the usual rules of succession. The heir would be show with a more powerful Aura. During The Great War Helion his younger brother had shown by the magic to be the next heir of Day.

Elzear hadn't much cared and has happily bowed out of the running. The Great War had been devastating for everyone especially for Witches. Many fae courts had collared them with amplifiers using them as their personal soldiers. The Great War had seen them fight for their freedom.

After the dust had settled and Witches had been free he'd left with his mate for the witch lands. He'd settled in the Tula Valley close to where Ivan's parents had.

The families had been close, though he doubted Ivan would remember. He'd been five when his parents had been killed. Five when his world had irrevocably changed. It would be nice to see the boy again twelve years later. They'd left the valley shortly before it had become the fold. Elzear missed those days but the manor they had in the country still made his family happy - so he'd mind his tongue of it.

He rapped on the door to his daughters sweet moving to kiss his youngest on the cheek.

"What mayhem have you three gotten into? Guests will be arriving we -"

"Papa! Does this look good?"

Elzear turned to see his eldest rush toward them. Auraline wore a beautiful seafoam dress and twirled for their father.

"You look wonderful darling, Alya do you know what you're going to wear?"

Amethya had stopped brushing Alina's hair as her sisters crowded around them. Amethya still wore the collar she'd been given at five. Though now it barely resembled the bone necklace of a wild cat. Elzear had wrote words of his love into it. He had even added a pendant he'd forged of a sun for her. She fiddled with it now watching in amusement as her girls talked over each other.

Amelie the middle one's voice finally cut Auraline off.

"You have to let us at least do you hair Alya! It's your first official debut!"

#new verse #fae verse #sankta alina s

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crossroadsdimension · 2 years

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There were monsters made of light here. Because of course there were in a world that only had day.

And the stranger had a name now, at least. Or a title. “Crystal Exarch.” Better to call him something, at least.

And Cross certainly had a number of names for him, and made sure he knew she wasn’t pleased at his choice of timing. “I was in the middle of a fight with an Ascian when you called me last. You could’ve sent a message and asked BEFORE you started trying to knock down doors! You could’ve killed me if someone hadn’t come to my rescue!”

That got a wince from the Exarch. “Ah...yes. My sincerest apologies. Events here forced my hand to move sooner than I would have liked. If we had had the choice, we would not have called you at all.”

Well. At least that was something.

He led her the rest of the way to the Crystarium, and showed her around the space. No one here knowing of the Source, or her own world, was a bit understandable -- it wasn’t like she’d known, before the Ascian business started. Saying that she could use the Exarch’s “homeland” as an excuse not to be asked questions raised some questions of her own, but she decided not to ask them.

The fact that Miqo’te were called Mystel here was confusing. The fact that Warriors of Light were what caused the Flood of Light, and were now blamed as villains, was even more alarming. Cross couldn’t go by the title “Warrior of Light” here, not at all. And certainly not after a century since the Flood.

Granted, she’d known that the Warriors of Darkness had caused something to upset the balance on their world, but learning that they’d become villains in their world’s narrative, and that the world was barely surviving as it was...Cross had a lot to think about.

(The only other thing to worry about, besides the Warriors of Darkness’ reputation, was that the Exarch had yanked the Crystal Tower from the source at some point. Since it was still there in her present, it had to have happened in the future, so G’raha Tia had to be somewhere around there. Except...he wasn’t. Cross didn’t want to think of what that meant.)

Exarch offered to give her a place to sleep for the night and think about what she’d learned -- after making a pact with a pixie of all things in order to get her materials from the Source. She’d had to make a pact with a voidsent in order to pick up a reaper’s scythe, so she hoped the two wouldn’t have problems....or that she wouldn’t have problems with them both.

A room in the Pendants was hers to rest in...and apparently get visits in.

Cross’ eyes nearly bugged out of her head when she found out that the Warrior of Darkness was a ghost, in her room. A ghost who was equal parts relieved to find he could be seen and heard, and alarmed that Cross was on the First. He told her to be careful, and that the world had had its full share of heroes.

It saddened some part of her, to see that Ardbert was so defeated. The world he’d fought so hard to save, and now it had turned its back on him, blamed him for everything that had happened.

The Exarch gave her more to think about the following morning. The flow of time was different between worlds -- Alisaie and Alphinaud had been here for a year, Y’shtola and Urianger had been here for three, and Thancred had been here for five. Well, that certainly explained why the First had moved forward a century when barely that much time had passed on the Source.

Still -- all this time, trapped on another world, souls wandering around with a physical form but nothing else from home. At least the Scions were finding ways to learn about the world and try to stop the Light-based disaster from overtaking everything.

The Exarch showed Cross a map, pointing out the locations of everyone he knew. Thancred was apparently off wandering the land somewhere, but Cross was able to identify the Source equivalents on the map for the different nations left in the world. (She thought she could hear Ardbert scoff at her geographic mutterings behind him, but the Exarch didn’t seem to notice)

Alphinaud and Alisaie were easier to reach than Y’shtola and Urianger -- somehow, the Ishgard and Gridanian equivalents were just going to be Difficult for some reason -- and the Exarch left it up to Cross who she wanted to find first.

While Alphinaud attempting information gathering and diplomacy in an area where the rich lived lazy, lavish lives made Cross uneasy at the idea, the desert region and Alisaie sounded like a better place to start. Closer to home, for her, since it was Ul’dah’s closest equivalent. Besides, Alisaie was the last to be torn away. She’d want to make sure Cross was all right.

Destination decided, Cross decided to stock up and get more than a cursory glance at the Crystarium.

#cross' rambling #cross sylvan #miqo'te warrior of light #miqo'te oc #miqo'te wol oc #wol oc #warrior of light oc #shadowbringers

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guns and gifts

carl gallagher x fem!reader

request: Hey! I hope I can send you a request for Karl Gallagher of Shameless. Maybe Karl and y / n were a couple before jail, and after leaving jail he came to her to ask her for forgiveness. y / n doesn't forgive him and he starts giving her gifts and apologizing every day. Then everything is at your discretion. Happy ending please💛 from @powerpuffluuvv

genere: fluff + angst

word count: 2.1k

warnings: swearing, ooc carl

posted on april 18, 2021

puppy love. thirteen year-olds holding hands and sharing stolen kisses. it was a sweet relationship that could’ve grown and matured with the two teens as they did. instead carl found himself a job on the corner and when he got caught y/n was done. fiona tried to get through to the boy, asking him to apologize but he brushed her off.

“can i please just talk to him? maybe he’ll listen to me.” y/n pleaded with the lawyer.

fiona stepped in, “it wouldn’t hurt to try it.”

“five minutes.” the lawyer relented.

y/n thanked him and rushed into the room where he sat. he squinted at her through the glasses fiona gave him. “i’m not fuckin’ sorry. i wish i was smarter about it. i wouldn’t have used chuckie as a mule.”

“you know what. if you don’t tell that judge you’re fucking sorry and that you’ve learned from your mistakes i will never speak to you again.” y/n exited the room quickly letting the ultimatum hang in the air as the door slammed behind her.

during the hearing her eyes were trained on the back of his head, hoping she could somehow will him to do the right thing. she kept her arms crossed as she leaned back. kev and v were sat next to her, waiting anxiously to see what he’d say.

“i’m going to make juvie my bitch.” as soon as he said those words, y/n sighed, getting up from her seat, shouldering her back and slipping out of the courtroom as they hauled carl away. he caught her eye before she left, she froze for a moment before shaking her head and making her exit.

time passed and she still spent time with the rest of the gallaghers, she lived across the street so it would have been hard not too. she helped take care of liam when needed and she got a job at patsy’s with fiona’s help.

the day carl came back had been a surprise for everyone, y/n was helping fiona with making dinner after a shift at patsy’s. the front door had slammed shut and, thinking it was debbie, fiona asked if she got a message about hamburger buns. y/n’s eyes shot up when a much deeper voice responded, “nah, it’s just me.”

excited, fiona rushed towards the boy, wrapping him up in a hug. hugging back, he looked up throwing a wave to y/n who was rooted in place, “hey, y/n.”

snapping herself back into reality she lurched forward wiping her hands and grabbing her things, pulling her bag over her shoulder and gripping her keys tightly she looked back at the boy as fiona fussed over his new appearance. “fuck you, carl.” she spat, slamming the back door shut behind her.

y/n managed to avoid carl at school the next day, he was too busy with “his boy” nick and his new white boy carl personality and selling illegal weapons in the bathrooms to bother her anyways. she rushed to patsy’s as soon as school ended and began her shift.

she spent the afternoon rushing from table to table, taking orders, passing out food, and pouring coffee. she was pouring coffee for a couple sitting near the front door when the bell twinkled, signaling a new customer.

her back turned to the door and her focus pointed and the coffee she was pouring she greeted the customer quickly, “take a seat anywhere and i’ll be right with you darling.” she smiled at the couple before turning around, finding herself face to face with white boy carl himself. “get the fuck out.”

y/n rushed away from him, pouring coffee for a man sat at the counter. carl followed, “please just talk to me, y/n.”

“she doesn’t want to talk to you, man.” the customer spoke up as y/n placed the coffee pot on the burner.

“what the fuck did you just say to me?” carl asked the man.

he stood up, “i told you she doesn’t want to talk. so leave.”

y/n stepped in before a physical altercation broke out, “thank so much, sir, but i can fight my own battles.” she pushed carl towards the door, “out.” she kept pushing him despite his protests, “get the fuck out. go.”

the door slammed behind them, and carl began to speak, “no, you’re going to shut your fucking mouth and listen. i don’t want to listen to you. i don’t want to talk to you. and i don’t even want to see you but that last one might be a little fucking impossible since we’re neighbors and i work with your sister so i’m going to be civil towards you but i will only acknowledge your existence when it is absolutely necessary. clear?”

carl began to protest but y/n cut him off, “are we fucking clear?” carl grumbled an agreement and y/n sighed, “good, now get the fuck out if here. i have to go back to work.”

y/n rushed back into the diner, throwing herself back into work. hoping she looked busy enough to keep the nosy man from before to leave her alone, she poured more coffee, took orders, passed out plates. until her shift ended and she could finally take the l back home.

the next run in with carl happened two days later, she was walking home from school, thankful for the day off from work when carl and nick pulled up on a bike. “y/n! wait!”

sighing, y/n whipped around, “i thought i told you i didn’t want to talk to you.”

“i have something for you.” carl explained as he got closer, y/n ignored him and started walking again, the bike quickly catching up with her. “here.”

y/n scoffed, eyeing the bag, “whatever it is i don’t want it.”

“it’s a book, debbie told me you wanted to read it.”

y/n sped up, “no thanks, already read it.” she didn’t care what book it was, she didn’t want anything from him. she took this moment to cross the street, the passing cars making it difficult for the boys on the bike to follow.

she entered the gallagher house hoping carl would be too busy to come home for a few hours while she watched liam. “i get off at nine, if anyone else comes home you’re welcome to leave but i plan on bringing something back for dinner if you want to stick around for that.”

“of course i’ll stay. me and liam are going to have a great time. isn’t that right liam?” y/n asked the toddler who nodded enthusiastically. fiona thanked her and rushed out the door.

y/n put on a movie, which liam fell asleep watching about thirty minutes in. y/n got up and stretched when the movie ended, adjusting the blanket she threw over liam when he fell asleep. she walked in the kitchen, stiff from sitting for so long. she pulled out a can of pop from the fridge and leaned her back against the fridge, using to stretch her body more.

the door swung open and carl walked in, “good you’re hear, i have something else for you.”

“whatever it is, i don’t want it.” y/n sighed into her drink.

“it’s a necklace, here.” he opened the velvet box to show her an expensive looking necklace.

she turned away from him, “no thanks.” walking back into the living room. “go somewhere else please, i have to watch liam.”

carl sighed before exiting the house with nick, who had been hanging back by the door during the exchange. he nodded to nick and the two rolled out to go do god knows what.

that night fiona came home with food, the entire gallagher clan plus kev and v enjoyed. there were enough people that y/n managed to avoid speaking to carl the entire evening. every time he tried to speak to her she’d find someone to talk to, she talked lip about something she had to do for school, ian told her about trevor, and her and debbie talked about anything.

v even pointed out the strange behavior when carl was left looking slightly dejected to fiona, who just shrugged in response.

“thank you fiona, goodnight everyone.” y/n called as she stepped out the back door. she crossed the street quickly and made it home, which as usual was empty, the rest of her family nowhere to be found.

she sighed, grabbing a beer from the fridge and kicking of her shoes as soon as she made it to her room. she threw herself back on her bed yelping when she collided with something hard. she jumped up only to see the jewelry box and book carl had bought her. she set her beer down and pulled the box open, smiling at the necklace. it was gold, with a small tear shaped pendant that held some sort of crystal or diamond.

she set the box next to her beer, which she grabbed and took sip of as she grabbed the book. it was actually something she’d been wanting, she rolled her eyes before opening it to the first page.

the next fee days followed a similar pattern, carl would stop her at school and work and even his own house to offer her gifts, which she would refuse, which would always end up on her bed at the end of the day. on a particularly rough day, y/n had enough. she was walking home from school, carl (who was alone this time) behind her, like clockwork offering another gift.

“carl, please just leave me alone. i don’t have the energy to deal with you.” y/n said not stopping. carl made a comment and y/n snapped, “god i’m not going to forgive you because you chose to go to juvie. you could have just apologized and gotten parole but that didn’t happen. and i’m not going to be your girlfriend again because i don’t even know who you are any more, this thug personality doesn’t look good on you.” y/n sighed rushing away before he could answer.

she was suddenly thankful for the day off, deciding to spend it all alone at home. it was a friday and her weekend was also free so she spent the next few days home alone. her family was gone of course, they only only seemed to show up once a month just to leave again the same day.

sunday evening y/n laid in the couch watching what was on tv when there was a knock on the door. y/n groaned, getting up to answer it freezing when carl was revealed on the other side. he looked small, he was curled into himself and he looked sad. his braids were out, soft curls in the place. “hey, y/n.” he said softly. y/n wordlessly moved out of the way to let him in.

“i’m done. no more sell drugs, guns, anything. something happened, with nick and i don’t want that to be my life anymore.” his voice cracked and y/n instinctively wrapped him into a hug, squeezing protectively. he cried into her shoulder, holding her tightly, scared to let her go.

“hey,” y/n spoke softly, running her fingers through his hair, “you’re okay. i got you.” once carl calmed down, he pulled away but y/n held onto him, hands on his face.

“i really miss you y/n. and i know i was awful before but all i want to do is be with you. i love you.” he sighed, his hands holding her wrists.

y/n pulled him closer, “i love you, too, idiot.” carl gave her a lopsided smiled before surging forward to connect their lips in a hot kiss. y/n stumbled backwards before backing into the wall behind her. carl bit on her lip softly causing her breath to catch in her throat. she tugged on his hair and he squeezed her hips. she pulled away for breath, pressing her forehead to his, “my room?” breathless carl nodded pressing a quick kiss to her lips before they rushed to her room.

the next morning the front door slammed opened, “y/n! i’m going to kill fiona!” debbie stormed through the house bursting into y/n’s room where she was laying next to a topless carl, wearing only his t-shirt, “oh my god! ew!” debbie shielded her eyes from the sight before her.

“hey, debs.” y/n mumbled, sheepishly.

debbie groaned, “just get dressed, we have school.”

#carl gallagher imagine #carl gallagher #shameless x reader #shameless fanfiction #shameless imagine #shameless #lip gallagher #fiona gallagher #debbie gallagher #ian gallagher #kev ball #veronica ball #veronica fisher #2k words

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BO2W Breakdown 2: What we missed

Alright, my post-E3 excitement has calmed down, and I can approach the video with a clear head. For those of you who haven’t seen my first breakdown, click here.

So, right off the bat, when we see the first flash of Link, we get the BRIEFEST glimpse of his equipment:

This part here. This means that, during the cutscene where Link loses his arm to corruption, he has the Master Sword. This is significant for a few reasons.

He keeps at least some of his equipment from BOTW, even if only for cinematic purposes

The MASTER SWORD, which is BUILT to destroy Ganon, DOESN’T HELP HIM

In later shots, he doesn’t have it. He might have lost it, which would explain why he doesn’t have the means to jump after Zel when she falls in the pit. From a gameplay perspective, this allows the Zeldev team to control Link’s starting weapons while being true to the sequel.

Next, let’s take a look at the corruption here:

It looks almost solid. Stronger in color than the Malice we’ve seen before, for sure, but it has distinct outlines.

Compare it to the much wispier possession the Guardians had in the original BOTW.

This matches up with the first trailer from 2019, where we see the corruption smother a rat.

It’s lower quality, presumably due to the designs still being in development, but it confirms the at least solid-LOOKING aspect of the corruption.

Also, I’d like to credit @tashilover for pointing this out:

I went and took a look and, lo and behold:

They’re right! Link’s sleeve IS rolled up, or at least torn off! But the fact that Link normally wears gloves and guards on his hands suggests that it would at least be difficult to force him to go bare-armed.

We have a couple of options we can figure out from this:

1. that the sleeve was simply destroyed, which is possible, either from the corruption we saw earlier or the light power above. The corruption COULD have eaten it up like acid.

2. that he took off his arm guard and rolled up his sleeve, which means that he either

2a: willingly took the power

2b: needed to take the power to counteract whatever the red corruption did to him.

3. The Zeldevs just decided “hey let’s fix that,” but that’s boring and we don’t do boring here

Next up is Ganondorf. Since I was already checking Link against his 2019 appearance, I thought I’d cross-reference Gan’s apparel as well.

Let’s do a side-by-side comparison with this picture:

And here’s some closeups for reference:

Gan’s crown pierces through his head, which is something I NEVER needed to know but

As we can see, the fleur-de-lis-like shape is its own pendant hanging off of the Gerudo charm from the first trailer.

Between the shots of the Triforce Trio, we see the red corruption increasing in size. It’s hard to show in still shots, but it looks like a mass of writhing tentacles, and almost liquid-y.

Now, let’s look at this shot next:

There is a LOT I missed with this one. Starting with the island here.

In Skyloft, this northeastern isle functions as the source of Skyloft’s water supply.

But here, we see something...odd, in the gray and orange. First off, there’s no water here.

Based on the shape of this orange section, it could very easily be the dried up riverbed of Skyloft. But what’s even more interesting is the odd path cutting through it.

It starts up at the well isle, goes down to the main isle, then zigzags through the orange dust, stopping briefly for a circular spot before continuing. But what is it? It could be a road through the dried up riverbed, or a canal to try to encourage a dwindling water supply to keep its course.

We also don’t know why the water, which came from an endless spring during Skyward Sword for as long as the Skyloftians inhabited it, dried up. It could have been from time, disuse, or even Zonai tampering.

Also, what is this?

The shadow falls weirdly; it doesn’t line up the same way the islands do, and it has a border around its top. My original thought was that it was a banged up Goddess Cube:

The border and location would line up, but the lack of detail on the top of the thing makes me think otherwise.

There’s also the question of if this bluish part is a rock or a shadow:

If it’s a shadow, then that indicates that the object is flat and hovering over the isle. But as a third option, this could be one of the Zonai ruins on the isles, hanging precariously off the edge.

Whatever it is, it’s hard to identify from this angle.

Just below the zig-zag path, we have another of these weird shapes, and a hidden route that leads off-screen:

The presence of another banged up cube shape means that the dents on the sides are intentional. Meanwhile, the path covered by clouds indicates that the Zeldevs are either going to use Skyloft as a hub or a tutorial for newer players who aren’t experienced with paragliding.

Now, to Link and his new outfit.

We can see what looks like a lizard tail pattern on his shoulder. In the Zonai ruins we know of, there are three distinct animals:

A boar’s head, with a vaguely Wind Waker-like design on the snout

Owls, which in the original BOTW functioned as a Korok puzzle for placing durians

And dragons, which can be found all around the Spring of Courage. According to the Zeldev team in the BOTW art and development book, the three animals parallel the three parts of the Triforce.

So, a lizard tail, on the outfit of the vessel of courage, who’s walking among Zonai tech. We can fairly safely assume that the other half of the design is a dragon head.

Changing this shot’s position by about a second, we can see something else important. Specifically in the top right.

It’s the corner of the strange building in the next clip!

So, not only is this building important, it’s VERY close to Skyloft.

Jumping ahead a bit, let’s look at this scene, where Link uses the not-stasis to reverse the course of the spikeball being tossed at him.

Notice that his hand is empty.

So when he uses the not-stasis, it looks

Kind of

Familiar.

I started scanning, frame by frame, for any sign of the Triforce, because there’s no way he could use it without it showing itself properly. But instead, I found this:

I’d improperly assumed that whenever Link’s in his Champion tunic, it’s towards the start of the game, because I didn’t think he could fit his arm guard over the Zonai tech. But, lo and behold, Link here has black fingertips.

This is VERY important. Not just because that’s confirmation that not-stasis is a magic arm power, but because that means we can’t place ANY of the clips in the new trailer in chronological order. Meaning this flower monster

Could easily be a later-game enemy or miniboss of some kind.

Speaking of this scene, we can see that Link’s got the corrupted arm here too.

I double checked this one specifically because I’d said that his arm was fine, and @grandpadaruk caught a detail I didn’t and put it in their tags.

Which, they were right!

Next, let’s take a look at the Shield of Arson. Above, we see it right before it unleashes its flames--the eyes glow, and we can see some kind of Zonai green power inside of it.

It pulses, then lights up fully with flames.

After use, it powers down. Here we can see more of the Zonai green designs inside.

And then it goes dormant. No glowing whatsoever.

During this entire time, Link’s corrupted arm doesn’t glow at all. This means that the Shield of Arson either isn’t linked to the arm, or that it uses a separate power source after being summoned or attached.

Also, we get a new leather strap for Link’s sword above, which we don’t see in the original BOTW:

Finally, our last info-heavy scene, is Link overlooking Hyrule after warp-swimming through the ground.

There’s something a bit...off about this place.

This is Thundra Plateau:

Based on the landscape and the positions of some of the mushroom trees

We can estimate pretty closely where he is and what his field of view is.

Granted, some of the mushroom trees are missing, but this is the area that corresponds the best with the landmarks we’re given.

The first thing is that, cleverly, the Zeldevs hid the shrine in the middle of Thundra behind this spot:

So we wouldn’t know if the shrine was still there or not.

However, if my directions are correct, then this area here:

Is the southern edge of Tabantha Frontier. And there’s no sign of either Tabantha Tower OR Tena Ko’sah Shrine, which should normally be here:

BIG emphasis on the “if my directions are correct” part. This is a rough estimate, and my geography isn’t perfect.

So! That’s all the things we missed in my last BO2W breakdown. You can find the first part here, my blog here, the interactive map I used for Link’s location here, and if you have any questions, opinions, or theories you want to share, feel free to send me an ask!

Part 3 is up! We got more evidence!

#botw #breath of the wild #botw2 #breath of the wild 2 #bo2w #the breath just got wilder #breakdown #analysis #theory #zelda #loz #nintendo #e3

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Anklets and Necklaces

Inspired by this tweet.

@5-secondsofcolor I’m not sorry.

Female Reader insert. NSFW Content (18+). My smut writing is hella rusty. So I do apologize, whoops.

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Calum plays at the anklet, spinning it around and around her joint as her legs are crossed and resting in his lap. The gold jewellry is hardly ever taken off since he gave it to her. In return, she gifted him a chain with a tiny pendant with her initial etched into the back of it. The front of it is an arrowhead. He wears it so often now, that when it’s off, he feels a little incomplete. It’s an easy gesture to carry her everywhere with him.

“Okay we gotta decide what to eat for lunch like now or I’m going to get hangry,” she states.

Calum glances up from his phone, to see her still scrolling on hers. “Oh no. Not hangry,” he teases. But he knows she means it. Her warnings have about a thirty minute window, just enough for a delivery if they get something simple. Or if they want something more complicated, they need to find a snack now while the main course is cooking. “What do you want? Thai? Mexican?”

“Would you hate me if I said I really just wanted nuggets from McDonalds?”

The pout on her lips makes him laugh, “No, I could never. Usual then?”

“Yes, please.”

Stretching across the length of her, Calum pushes his lips together, trying to ask for a kiss. She laughs in return and squeezes his cheeks. “Be lucky you’re cute,” she states before lifting up slightly to meet his lips. “And squishy.”

“Ain’t nothing on me squishy,” he huffs, straightening back up to put her order into the app.

She sets her phone down on her stomach, gazing up over the sharp line of his jaw that his plump cheeks sit atop. And while it’d be easy to return with a poke and a verbal jab about his cheeks, she just watches him. His fingers deftly work over the screen. The white tank sits as a stark contrast to the depth and glow of his skin. “I think all the right things on you are squishy.”

“Yeah, what are those?”

“Your cheeks. And as much as you and your trainer kick your ass, I know happy weight when I see it.”

Calum grins, a chuckle shaking through him as he sets his phone down on the arm of the couch--the order completed on his end. He pinches at her thighs. “Take that back.”

She shakes her head. “No, I don’t think I will. I like it--just like I like my cookies. Hard on the edges gooey in the middle.”

Standing for just a moment to let her legs fall onto the couch, Calum kneels onto the cushion, hovering above her. Her eyes glitter just a little as she talks and the soft easy smile on her face lets him know that it’s all out of love--what’s she’s saying. The pads of his fingers run along the side of her thigh. “Be lucky I love you.”

“I am already lucky, so say what you gotta say. Roast me, my love. It’s not like we don’t do that anyways.”

And truth be told, Calum had no response. Not when he looks at her, because God all he sees is the person that’s been with him on his bad mental days. She’s been there when Calum was sure there was no lower low or higher high. And what do you say to that person that’s been there, seen all of you that there is to see? With a gentle and chaste kiss, Calum settles for silence.

“Cat got your tongue now, huh?”

This--this Calum can respond too. It’s all too easy. “I know what else my tongue can have.”

“I know something your tongue can have too.”

“Really now?” Calum asks, dragging his fingers over the top of her thigh and tracing the line of her lounge shorts. “Food will be here in fifteen minutes though. So that’s up to you.”

“Not nearly enough time to savor it. Besides,” she starts and takes a pause. Her lips pull into a side smile and Calum knows what that means. One brow quirks in anticipation and Calum watches her. The silence settles for a little too long.

“Besides what?” he prompts again.

“Besides, I need the mail to be delivered first.”

“What did you buy?”

“You’ll see later. I promise. It’s really not even supposed to be used for lingerie. But I’ve wanted these for a long time and I specifically have a set I’m trying to complete.”

There’s the black mesh set that she’s slowly been building out. The main piece came in weeks ago, at this point it might even be months ago that that came in. He was privy to it then and gave it the christening that it deserved. But there wasn’t any other lingerie set that needed expansion. Not at least to his recalling. “Which one is it?”

“I’m not saying.”

“Oh please,” he whines, dropping his head into her neck. His lips softly and slowly seal kisses into her warm skin.

“No, Calum. I’ve been waiting on this package for weeks. It got held up in customs and I-” she sighs at his lips sucking at her skin. Not hard enough to cause a bruise, but just enough to make her spine tingle. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”

Calum pushes up, with a huff, sitting back down on the opposite end of the couch. “This is killing me, you know?”

“Well, you ain’t dead yet. So I think you can tough it out for a little bit longer.”

“Begrudgingly--I want you to know that.”

She sits up, swinging her feet to the floor. “Your sacrifice will be duly noted. The mail will be here before you know it.” The couch releases her weight and Calum watches her pad into the kitchen. “Do you want anything?” she calls.

“I’m good,” he returns, knowing that he will be counting down the seconds until the mail comes. She returns with a glass of water, sitting back down on the couch, but bringing her feet up underneath her as she motions to the TV. “You watching that?”

Calum answers with a shrug. He wasn’t anymore. He originally turned it on mostly for the weather and some news. He found himself bored and flipping through channels before settling on the sports channel while he took care of Duke in the morning. Noise to fill the space since his brain needed the distraction. He hadn’t slept all that great the last few nights, decent sleep. The closer and closer the band got to putting out music the more his nerves kicked in--sometimes they were sneaky. The nerves come up faster than Calum had anticipated. And right now, they won the first round. But Calum was working hard to combat them so he could get about his daily life.

“Go crazy,” he finally verbally responds. And she picks up the remote, changing channels too fast for Calum to even understand how you could process what was on before decking it was a no. She eventually settles for HGTV--not quite caring what show was on.

The first knock that comes to the door is the food that Calum ordered for the two of them. He answers it, popping up in the hopes it’s the mail. When it’s not, he sighs just a little but places the bag down onto the coffee table. “Your nugs, my queen,” he teases.

“Thank you, my good sir,” she returns with a grin, opening before divvying out what is for who. “You wouldn’t have happened to shot up like a bat outta hell because you wanted that to be the mail?”

Calum feels the heat in his cheeks, but bumps her shoulder gently. “No, why would I ever want that?”

“Oh I don’t know,” she scoffs in return, dunking a nugget into the sweet and sour sauce. They share a soft bout of laughter before turning their gaze back to the TV. Duke’s paws click as he ventures into the kitchen for a drink of water from his bowl. The lapping and splash of his tongue echoing just slightly as the screen goes dark between the show and the commercial break.

Calum lifts his gaze, taking in the soft angle of her jaw. She curls up around the carton of fries, eyes glued to the screen. Does she even have the slightest clue what she does to him? It’s not even the involved things like dressing up for him, or comforting him. It’s just her, when she’s munching on fries. Or when she sleepily walks behind Duke in the mornings. It’s when she hums as she cooks. It’s the dancing she does when she’s cleaning. It’s the pouts when she messes up on something and her brow furrows in as the determination settles onto her face.

It’s when she fucked up a birthday cake for him once--not greasing the sides of the pan enough and then adding a tad too much milk--called him crying about it and then in a minute flat resolved to make him brownies instead. Because she said she’d be damned if she didn’t make him something sweet to nibble on or pass along to the guys. And Calum’s not even that much of a sweets guy, which she knew, so she only settled on giving him half the batch she made. She, of course, saved the other half for her and her friends.

And it’s just the moments that she’s not even trying that makes Calum melt. Like when she paints her nails, she offers to do his first. Or when she lays down next to Duke, and in their shared silence, they seem to communicate everything with each other.

“I love you,” he states.

She turns, eyes widening for a second before grinning around her sip of iced tea. “I love you.” Her brows furrow just a little. “You okay? You’ve hardly touched your food.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”

“If you didn’t want McDonalds, I could’ve done something else. Literally anything else,” she continues on almost as if she hadn’t heard him.

“It’s not the food,” he giggles. Calum reaches out to caress her cheek. “I’m okay.”

She nods. “Okay.”

“I just love you, that’s all. Wanted to share it with you.”

Her grin is soft as it lifts her lips. “Good because you’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

“I wouldn’t dare dream of getting rid of you.”

Another silence envelopes them. Calum finishes his food and takes the empty containers to the trash. Another episode starts up from the speakers and just above it, he hears the chime of his phone. “Do you want me to screen it for you?”

“Yes please!” If it’s one of the guys, they won’t mind her answering. If it’s someone important, he doesn’t want to miss the call.

“Calum’s phone,” she answers but he can already hear her feet shuffling to him in the kitchen. “Okay, Ash. I’ll keep that in mind.” Her voice comes closer and Calum shakes his hands just a little to get rid of the excess water before drying them. “No, I can’t say what it is without taking a look. Did you use the soil I recommended last time?” Another pause comes from her and when Calum turns, he finds her leaning up the kitchen counter, phone halfway pulled down but not fully away from her ear. “Yeah, I definitely think you should consider changing soils. But I can take a better look tomorrow for you. I’m going to pass along the phone now.”

She hands the phone over. “He said it was important.”

“Thank you,” Calum says in a whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then placing the phone to his ear. “Yeah, Ash?”

Calum’s not even sure how long the conversation goes on. At first, it is important information that Ashton’s trying to confirm--a date and time for a meeting that they had later in the week. He says he wrote it down where he writes down all their meetings but it’s not there. And Ashton’s trying to make sure that he doesn’t miss it. So Calum shuffles to his office and verifies in his calendar the time for the meeting.

But then the conversation diverges--they start talking about everything and anything. So much so, they’re laughing. Calum doesn’t even hear the knock at the front door. But he does notice her scurrying off into the bedroom. The door closes with a soft click. Duke comes trailing after her but notices the closer door and then keeps down the hall to the office. Calum reclines back in his seat trying to get another angle at the door. But it’s closed fully.

“You okay, gramps?” Calum asks Duke.

“Oh fuck off, mate!” Ashton laughs.

“Not you, you fucking egg. Duke--I was talking to Duke.”

“Oh!” Ashton giggles. “Sorry, I thought you was trying to talk shit.”

“I don’t have to try and do that to you.”

“Oi, don’t start something bro.” The two of them laugh and Calum bends down to scratch behind Duke’s ears. “Alright, thanks for confirming that meeting. I’ll see you tomorrow in the studio?”

“Yeah--bright and early. Talk to you later.” The call ends and when Calum spins around in his desk chair, his jaw drops as she steps out from the bedroom. It’s not exactly something new--as in something that she’s never worn before. But it doesn’t mean he ever gets tired of seeing her like this.

The white bustier pushes her breasts up and almost over the cups. And he travels the look down, taking in the baby blue skirt, fishnet knee highs. And he goes back up, taking in a black strap wrapping around her thighs. She notes the lustful gaze and steps right on the line of the threshold to the door.

“So,” Calum starts, trailing his gaze down and then back up to her face. “Not the black lingerie I was anticipating.”

“No, I’m waiting for the heels I want for that lingerie to go on sale. Besides, you didn’t like the collar I liked so I’m still searching.”

“It wasn’t that I didn’t like it. It’s just too similar to one we already bought.”

“You’re right, but still.”

Calum cracks a smile at the reluctant confession. “But enough about that. This--this is a cute outfit.”

She nods, smoothing out the pleated mini skirt. “It’s less about the outfit and more about these,” she says, tapping at the thin black band.

“And those are?” Calum asks. It’s one step closer into the room and Calum think he can make out a heart shaped metal loop in the middle of it. She takes a second step closer and Calum can see clearly it’s some sort of thigh garter--leather or something related as the material. “Oh,” he breathes.

She continues slowly to approach Calum and when she’s just in arms reach, she lifts the skirt up. It goes up inch by inch and Calum’s entranced. Watching more of her thighs revealed to him. And soon it’s black panties--mesh and if Calum remembers correctly crotchless. But wrapped around her waist is another band of leather. Two pieces hook to another metal hoop right on her hip bones and then one trip connects the top piece to the bottom.

“A harness garter belt--what do you think?” she asks in a whisper.

Calum exhales, desire stirring in the pit of his stomach. He reaches out, wrapping his fingers around her thighs and pulling her into him. He kisses in the spaces between the leather, gingerly, lips hardly touching her skin. “I think you look beautiful,” he hums, dropping his head on his neck to look up at her.

Her eyes are still closed and Calum softly runs the tips of his fingers up her thigh, tracing the lines of the harness. With a deep exhale, she finally blinks back to reality. “Not too silly?”

His brows meet in the middle of his face. Why would she think it’s too silly? There’s nothing silly about her standing in front of him, clearly excited about her own purchase. “Angel--I’ll be damned if I ever think this is silly.”

Swinging her leg over and settling onto his lap, she grins. “Thank you, love.”

Calum holds onto her hips, rubbing his palms down to her ass. “So you said this technically isn’t lingerie?”

“No--I don’t think so. But I think they could be--a small accessory to something I already have.”

They share a kiss, much too quick for Calum’s liking so he pulls her back in for more. And her arms wind around his neck as he continues to palm her ass. Here, he doesn’t really care what it is technically or not. She looks absolutely amazing. “I like it. In fact,” Calum starts, moving to grip her thighs before housing them both up and then plopping her down on the desk. “I really like them.”

Calum stands between her legs, nose brushing and bumping against hers. Here, she can feel her core aching as Calum’s fingers trail closer and closer to her heat. It’s feather light--his touch, but it makes her feel electric all the same. “Cal,” she hums.

“Yes baby?”

There’s nothing that comes out of her mouth but a small huff, a rushed and harsh exhale at the feeling of his fingers dancing across her skin. He grins pulling back just a little to see the way her face goes slack, almost as if she’s at peace with him between her legs.

“Was there something you wanted to say, darlin’?” Calum tries again, taking just a half step back away from her.

With her eyes still closed, she smiles. “I want to know,” she starts, exhaling softly to counter the thud of her heart in her chest, “if you’d so kindly want to make love to me?”

Calum can’t help his own small tuft of laughter. “Darlin’, I’d do so happily.” They don’t always wind up in bed like this--but it’s nice, to be comfortable even to be this forward with this and this open.

Calum takes her hand as she hops down from the desk. “Give me a twirl,” he asks. She obliges, turning in a circle for Calum, punctuating the back view by lifting her skirt up. “Silly girl,” Calum laughs, giving a firm but playful tap to her ass.

Facing Calum again, she wraps her arms around his torso. “But you love it.”

“I do. I love you.”

They share another kiss and she slowly walks backwards out of the room. They get lost in each other--Calum in the way she fits against him and her in the way Calum holds her, palms spanning across her back and tight enough that she wonders if he thinks she’s going to disappear but gently enough at the same time that she’d love nothing more than staying here forever in his hold.

Calum finds the zipper to the top and slowly drags it down. The material exhales, slowly falling away from her body and when it falls to the floor, he kisses her neck, down to the swell of her breast. Her moans are soft, just above a hum that makes just enough noise for him to hear. And it goes right to his gut.

Here there's very little need for words. When Calum gives, she takes happily. But when she tugs at his hair, Calum knows to step back, lets her give something to him. Her kisses are soft against his skin, but make him feel like it’s being set on fire. One that he’d happily stay in, let the blaze consume every inch of him, if it meant that she was always the one to take him.

His shirt goes to join hers. Her mouth teases his nipples as she descends further down on him. Calum thinks he sighs, all he can do is just shut his eyes and let go into the feeling of her teasing the cut of his hips beneath the sweatpants. She’s always like this, teasing him. At first, it used to annoy him. But now he loves it, loves just how close she’s willing to push him to the edge, push his buttons but always delivering at the end of it.

Her meticulous work, to watch him jump at every scratch of her nails and nip of her teeth, is enjoyable. But Calum blinks open his eyes to cup her jaw, which stops her. When her gaze lifts, Calum motions for her to stand. “Yes?” she grins standing to her full height.

Calum presses their foreheads together. “I missed you.”

“Well how dare I keep a man like you waiting?” With a slow kiss, tongues just barely dancing, Calum walks the two of them to the bed. The back of her knees hit the edge of it and she buckles just a little. Calum catches her from falling. “Turn around,” he whispers into her ear, “please.”

The instruction is obeyed and she spins to face the bed. Calum finds the zipper to the powder blue skirt and almost doesn’t want to take it off her. In the end, he does-- Calum lets the skirt fall onto a pool at their feet. Without even prompting she falls to her hands, ass grinding against his hips. He traces her spine with the pads of his fingers, following all the way down, over the curve of her ass and down to the opening in the panties. His fingers gather a bit of her arousal.

“Oh,” he groans. “So wet for me,” he hums with approval.

“Always for you,” she sighs. Calum teases her clit--a featherlight touch as he dances over her core. She lets herself fall a little bit more into the mattress--another moan leaving her lips when Calum takes one finger down from her clit to teasing her entrance.

Calum pulls away, bring his wet fingers to his lips and sucking them clean. “Taste just like heaven,” he hums. He gingerly guides her back to standing and uses her hips to get her to face him again.

More kisses are shared before they fall onto the mattress. Calum takes hold of one of the straps around her thigh and tugs her down, closer to him and she laughs. It gets caught off and morphed into a moan as Calum’s tongue licks a wide stripe up her. He’s careful of the mesh material of her panties, but knows that carefulness won’t last long. Not when her arousal coats his tongue. Not when her nails scratch over the muscles of his shoulders or tangle into the curls on his head.

She melts under the work of his mouth. The mattress merely becoming the vessel to hold the mess she’s bound to make and become. The room echoes the moans and slurps. Fingers gripping at the sheet, she chants Calum’s name. His tongue working magic over her core and just when she thinks she couldn’t possibly handle anything more, she notices the stretch at the addition of his fingers.

“Fuck,” she whines, lifiting one leg and he slips in even deeper, curling his fingers and hitting just the right spot.

Calum hungers for her pleasure--the high-pitched whine and groan as she releases. Some days it’s just the sound he needs to ground him. She gives short and breathless huffs, and quivers underneath him. “Gonna be a good girl?” Calum asks, fingers still pumping at her.

“Yes, oh yes, I will.”

“Gonna cum for me?”

“I want to, yes I’ll come for you. Make me your good girl.” Her voice sounds far away, as if she’s not fully cognizant of what she’s saying. Not quite babbling, but definitely talking so fast words bump into each other and slur together.

Calum grins, sucking at her clit again and she groans, head throwing back against the pillows. Her toes are curling--her whole body growing warmer with the passing second. The heat coils in her lower gut and she’s pleading. Though, she’s not sure who she is really meaning to plead to, but she wants to cum so badly.

Then it finally happens, one moment she’s sure she’s nearly in tears and the next, the coil snaps. She squeezes, hips raising off the bed and Calum continues to ride out her orgasm, gently pressing her back down into the bed. She hisses and starts to push at his shoulders, the signal that it’s too much. So Calum places one last kiss to her clit before pulling away from her glistening core.

Beneath him, eyes fluttering close, she looks angelic. Calum holds himself up above her and just watches the way she tries to collect her breath. “You’re beautiful, you know?” he whispers, not wanting to shatter the silence.

“No kidding?” she teases, winding her arms around his neck. The necklace dangles just a little in her face and she takes one hand to trace the chain. Hooking her fingers into it, she tugs Calum down to her. The taste of her arousal on Calum’s tongue makes her head spin. Calum caresses her side and stomach as the kiss deepens. Here is all they need--the soft and deep kisses, the moans that they swallow from each other.

Her hands leave from around his neck and begin to push down his sweatpants and underwear. And he lets her, even pulls back to kneel on his knees as she sits up. Their kiss hardly breaks and she’s quick to tug the cotton material down, hands wrapping around his length.

He groans at the squeeze--nothing too hard just enough pressure to make his whole body ignite. Her hand pumps him, once, then twice slowly and teasing him. “Baby,” he sighs, relishing the feeling of her hands working over him. The stay like that only for a minute or two before Calum pauses her to step down and full disrobe.

When he climbs back onto the bed, he crawls over her. “Welcome back, handsome,” she greets.

“Oh, it’s so good to be back,” he returns, grinning.

She runs her fingers over the tattoos decorating his chest, out of habit, out of something to ground her for a moment. There’s no way he’s real and it shouldn’t ever shock her like this. But sometimes it sneaks up on her and the realization of how madly in love she is with his man hits her all over again.

“What are you thinking about?” Calum asks.

“How much I love you,” she answers softly.

“I love you too,” he returns, bending down to kiss her. It’s soft and sweet--the kiss. For a moment, they just inhale the breaths of the other. It’s a tender moment, one that neither one wants to interrupt, so they let it linger, smiling at each other. She stretches up to kiss him, one hand trailing between their bodies and Calum catches the hint all too quickly when she traces along his length.

“I haven’t forgotten, love,” he exhales in a breathy laugh. “Trust me, I could never forget.” Once lined up, Calum’s slow to sink into her. One, he wants to drag this out, enjoy every inch of him that she grips of him. And two, because he wants to make sure that even in the lull that she’s ready to take him.

Her head falls back, hair pushing into the pillow and neck exposing itself to him. A tempting sight but Calum loses himself in the feeling of her wetness. He’s slow, pulling out just a bit before sinking further back into her. Her sighs and words of encouragement are soft from beneath him but they fuel him.

The pace quickens and both of them groan at the ecstasy. Out of reflex, she lifts one leg to readjust her hip flexor and Calum brings it up, resting her ankle on his shoulder. He kisses over the joint and the anklet, savoring just how much of her he can feel like this.

The chain dangles in her face, brushing in the valley of her breast and she revels in the feeling of Calum reaching the full depths of her body. She digs her nails into his flesh, more curses falling from her lip. But some of them get lost in the groans that win out. “God,” she huffs. “You’re everywhere.” And though it’s a bit of strain to get the words out because Calum’s pace is relentless as he snaps his hips into hers, she pushes the words out.

“You always take me so well,” he praises, watching the way her face contorts. “Oh, so soon, love? You’re going to cum again for me so fucking soon, like a good girl.”

Her whine slips out first but she nods, feeling the coil tightening yet again in her lower abdomen. Her body is hot, and she can already feel the prickle of sweat on her forehead. “Please, baby, please,” she begs.

“As you wish,” he hums, his own orgasm approaching faster than he anticipated. His body humming as the warmth spreads. The bed rocks just a little, hitting the wall and the sounds echo around them as they sigh and moan to each other. But the only thing that really matters to them, is each other.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, voice straining as she orgasms. No noise comes from her, but her mouth opens like if she had the breath she’d definitely be screaming his name. This time the quakes last longer, her whole body shaking. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” he hums, bumping his nose against her jaw, still riding through her orgasm.

“Shit, oh my god,” she shudders, wrapping her arms around his neck.

There’s a slight hiss when Calum moves again, and he kisses over her face, starting with her nose and then moving to her cheeks. Another quake takes her and Calum, not anticipating it, groans-- his orgasm now right on the edge. It won’t be much longer, but she nibbles at his earlobe. “Thank you,” she whispers. “Made me feel so fucking good. I want you to cum in me. So fucking deep,” she hums.

And while Calum’s trying to get his own rebuttal to the tip of his tongue, she squeezes around him. “Fuck,” he yelps just a little, his body erupting with his orgasm. His body shudders and he’s so blindsided by the feeling, his slips just a little, more of his weight settling onto her than usual.

She doesn’t say anything, just hums at the feeling of him succumbing to the pleasure. “Oh, that’s what I wanted,” she encourages. It leaves her throat like a purr and Calum shivers again at the sound.

They lay together, for a moment, her nails scratching lightly at the muscles in his back. Calum sinks into her, body going heavy. Her slight shift squeezes around him and he groans, sensitive. “Don’t--I can’t,” he laughs.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to.” Even her own voice sounds heavy and slurred. She kisses his temple and Calum pushes up. He’s slow to pull out, enjoying the drips that follow of his own release spilling out of her. With one finger he gently scopes it back up and into her. The familiar twinge of desire pulls at his lower gut and it’s almost enough. She even shivers, but Calum watches the way her eyes stay closed.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Sleepy now,” she returns.

“Let’s get cleaned up first and then we can nap.” His voice sounds farther away towards the end of the sentence and she assumes he went to the attached bathroom. The rush of water from the sink confirms it. Something wet and warm presses against her--no doubt Calum with a warm washcloth.

The clean up is swift as both of them share a shower and then under the sheets, they curl up around each other. Calum kisses the top of her head as she nuzzles in closely. “I want pancakes after our nap,” she mutters.

“I think we still have some blueberries.”

She pops up onto her elbow and grins a little. “It’s like you can read my mind.”

Calum laughs. “Maybe just a little bit.”

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Mine Again - Harry Styles

a/n: this is something i just thought about after my nap today lol, so enjoy this treat, a classic exlovers to lovers fic!

pairing: Harry x Famous!Reader

word count: 3.4k

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Seeing an ex is never easy. Whether it’s by your choice or not. Working together with an ex is even harder and now you brought a situation on yourself where this is your reality.

Arriving to the studio of The Late Late show you immediately get escorted to your designated dressing room where a hair and makeup artist are already waiting for you. Today you are here to promote your new movie, Don’t Worry Darling with your onscreen lover, Harry Styles, however, what no one else in the building knows is that once the two of you were real life lovers.

Your romance blossomed during filming, having spent so much time together on set, it didn’t take long for a relationship to form between you and him, the chemistry you shared was immense and undeniable, anyone could see that and you felt like you were burning in a bonfire of the most intense feelings you’ve felt for any man. It was passionate and intoxicating, it felt like something that could only happen in movies, but it was your reality.

However filming ended and you were forced to go your separate ways, you both tried hard to keep what you had and though your feelings never changed, distance brought the worst out of the both of you. Six months after you became an item, you mutually agreed to break it off.

You haven’t seen him since then, meaning that it’s been five torturous months without having any contact with him and now that promo has officially kicked in, you are forced to travel around and make appearances with the man you love, yes, still love more than anyone on this Earth. Not even five months and absolutely no contact could change your feelings for him, however he might already be over you at this point, having forgotten about feelings and memories you still hold close to your heart.

How has he been doing? What is he like now? Has he been thinking about you? Does he miss you? What is it going to be like to see him for the first time?

The questions flood your mind as you sit in the chair and let the professionals work their magic on you, covering up the dark circles under your eyes that formed due to the sleepless night you had the day before, nonstop thinking about Harry and what it’ll be like to see him for the first time again.

After careful elimination, you choose a dress for the appearance, it’s tight and short, the fabric is covered in glittering sequins down your body and the long sleeves as well and while the dress covers a lot up from the waist, it makes up in the lack of length on your legs as the end of it barely reaches the upper part of your thighs, ending it black feathers that tickle your freshly shaven legs. The nude heels add even more to them, making you appear like you could hit the runway any moment when in reality you are not high enough to be a model.

There’s still some time until the taping starts, James drops by to say hello and tell you how excited he is to have you and Harry on tonight and you chit-chat for a little before you go to take a quick business call outside. When you’re done with that, you head back to your dressing room to take a few quick photos to post later, but right as you near your destination, a door swings open down the hallway and Harry steps out, wearing a black suit, of course, head to toe Gucci. The crispy grey shirt’s first few buttons are left undone, allowing you a glimpse of his toned chest and his necklace with the tiny cross pendant on it.

He looks good. No, he looks absolutely stunning, just like he always does and just the sight of him takes your breath away, forcing you to stop in your tracks when you lay your eyes at him. He spots you as well, stopping to take a look at you before you see a small smile on his perfect pink lips.

“Y/N, hi! You look… gorgeous,” he speaks up lowly, his eyes raking your body up and down.

“I, uhh—Thanks!” you breathe out, feeling already flustered. How are you gonna survive the interview, sitting next to him, talking about what it was like to play a married couple?!

His hand moves a bit and there’s a moment of awkwardness, neither of you really knowing what to do, last time you saw each other you kissed as your hellos, but now it’s not an option, obviously. At last, he moves forward and goes for a hug.

He envelopes you in his arms as you wrap yours around his neck, the warmth of his body bringing you a sense of home and it hits you hard how much you’ve missed him in these five months.

You swear he holds you just a second longer than what would be appropriate before his arms fall from around your frame and you force yourself to let go of him, though every fiber in you is protesting against it.

“How—How have you been?” he asks, his beautiful green eyes finding yours.

“I’m good. I’m good,” you nod. “What about you?”

“Same. Just the… usual stuff.”

“Writing music?” you ask with a soft smile. You still vividly remember those nights you spent together after a long day of filming, crashing at either his or your place and you often found him strumming his guitar in a corner, scribbling words down into his notebook. Sometimes he sang you the songs he came up with, sometimes he kept them to himself.

“Yeah, I’ve been writing a lot lately,” he admits with a shy smile.

Someone calls his name down the hallway and his head snaps up before looking back at you.

“I gotta go, but I’ll see you soon, right?”

“Yeah,” you nod, stepping aside so he can walk past.

“And you really look amazing, Y/N,” he calls after you one last time before jogging down the hallway.

You walk into your dressing room and shutting the door you lean your back against it, huffing heavily as you try to recollect yourself. Somehow, this encounter went really well, because the two of you were civil and respectful, but it was also a painful shock to see him in the flesh again. It was one thing to see pictures of him here and there, but actually meeting him, hugging him, talking to him… you need time to process it all.

Unfortunately, you don’t have much of that. Twenty minutes later you are walked to your spot behind the curtains from where you’ll walk out when James calls your name. Just as you arrive Harry appears as well, casually talking with one of the camera guys, having a laugh and just as he sees you, his eyes fall down your body again and you swear you see him gulp hard before turning his attention back to the man.

“Ready?” he asks upon walking up to you, a hand coming to rest on your lower back. Glancing over your shoulder you look down at his hand, lips parted at the feeling of his welcoming touch. He sees your glance and pulls his hand back quickly. “Sorry, it’s a habit, I guess,” he mumbles, blushing softly.

“It’s fine,” you smile. Of course it’s fine, for what you care, he could throw you over his shoulder like a cave man and run out of the building, you wouldn’t say a word. You want his touch on your body, you’ve been craving it since the moment you last saw him, but are you even allowed to admit it? You have no idea what he is thinking or feeling, you can’t just come right at him like that.

Harry fixes the lapels of his suit jacket, but what he doesn’t see is that the collar of his shirt is kind of stuck under the jacket.

“Your shirt is… let me fix it,” you breathe out and he turns to face you, letting your delicate hands fix his outfit, perfecting the look to the tiniest bit. “There, you look great,” you smile, your hands sliding down his chest before they fall to your sides again.

“Thank you,” he nods smiling back at you before offering an arm that you take gladly. He knows how much you hate high heels and that you are always scared of tripping and falling and being the gentleman that he is, he’ll be the support you need.

The taping soon starts and the two of you stand patiently behind the curtain as James introduces you.

“And now, please welcome the stars of the upcoming hit movie, Don’t Worry Darling! Ladies and gentlemen, Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles!”

The crowd starts clapping and cheering as the curtain moves and the two of you walk in, arms linked and Harry makes sure to slow down when you walk down the few little stairs. James welcomes the both of you with two kisses before everyone takes their place, James behind his desk, you and Harry sitting on the couch.

“Thank you so much for dropping by tonight, guys!” James smiles at the two of you.

“Thank you for having us,” Harry nods with a soft smile.

“You both have been guests on the show separately, but tonight you are here as a pair, since your latest movie, Don’t Worry Darling is hitting the theaters this weekend. How are you feeling about that, excited to see the film finally?”

“Very excited,” you nod with a smile. “I can’t wait to see the final version, because obviously we only know the version we envisioned while filming, but the actual movie is going to be something else.”

“Y/N, your role in the movie was originally handed to Florence Pugh who had to step back because she broke her arm,” James points out and you nod.

“Yes, I stepped in her place just about a week before production started and if I’m being honest I was scared that people would prefer to see her in the role, but I had a talk with her actually and she said she helped Olivia, the director to pick out the person to take her place and she said she instantly knew I would be perfect for it, so I trust her.”

“That’s amazing to hear, that the two of you didn’t have any rivalry going on,” James enthuses.

“She actually visited set a few times,” Harry chimes in and you nod.

“Yeah, we had a great time together.”

“Sounds like a lot of fun, the three of you together,” James chuckles. “So, the two of you play a married couple in the film and if I’m not mistaken you didn’t know each other beforehand. Was it hard to get into the roles with not much background on each other?”

“We met up a few times before filming started to get to know each other more and I think we hit it off right away, so it wasn’t hard for me,” Harry speaks up and you nod along.

“It was obviously a little different situation than when you meet someone and become friends, because as we got to know each other more, we had to go through scenes that were meant for a couple that was already years into their relationship, but I think it strengthened our friendship,” you answer, hands laid flat on your bare thighs.

No lie has been told, everything you said was the truth. You just left out the part where you become real life lovers and started dating a month into production.

“Y/N, you’ve been acting for a while now, have quite a few roles under your belt, what did you think of Harry’s acting?”

“I think that he is a wonderful actor and I hope people will give him his much deserved credit for it. He is often still seen as just a silly singer from a former boy band and they don’t take him seriously when he really is a very talented man. You’ll see in the movie as well, his role was a tough one, needed a lot of work and a wide range of emotions, but I think he did an amazing job.”

You dare to glance at him at the end of your little speech and for a moment you forget about the audience, James and the cameras. He is looking at you with so much gratitude and thankfulness. You remember every talk you had where he opened up to you about wanting to be taken seriously in the acting business, that he is not trying to be just a joke and another failed attempt of a singer to try himself out in movies. He told you how scared he is of not being good enough when you saw him every day on set and you were blown by his eternal talent and special take on his role. He deserves to be praised, he deserves every bit of it.

“It was easy, I had a great partner to learn from,” he smiles softly and you feel the heat crawling up your neck.

“You two really have the chemistry we’ve heard so much about, I can’t wait to see it on the big screen!” James sighs. “Tell me a little about what it was like to film? You guys spent a lot of time together, must have made a lot of memories.”

You take a deep breath as all those memories mentioned flood your mind. You had the best time of your life not just with Harry, but with the whole crew. Leaving after production was wrapped really broke your heart.

“It didn’t even feel like working,” Harry starts. “We always joked around, had lunch or dinner together, we were like a big family. It was so nice to have so many amazing, talented and hard-working people around you all day.”

“The jokes never stopped,” you add chuckling.

“I wish I could have been on set!” James laughs wholeheartedly. “That didn’t happen, but we have a little something. The crew has put together a short BTS video of the filming, so let’s have a look at that,” he announces and the video starts playing on every screen in the studio.

It’s a short little montage, but it captures the vibes of filming just perfectly. Clips shown from set are not just of you and Harry, but all the other cast and crew members. Goofing around, having lots and lots of laughs, dancing on set, which happened quite often and just all of you having a great time. Some of the slips however pain your chest, the ones of you and Harry.

This was very early into your relationship, no one on set even knew you were together, but seeing yourself on the screen you can’t deny the sparkles in your eyes every time you were around him.

A clip shows the two of you between two takes, doing a goofy dance in the kitchen of the home that was used as the set of the house of your characters, you are both wearing your costumes, Harry looks great in his suit and your long retro dress is flowing around you with every movement you make. He grabs you by your waist and spins you before you end up in his arms laughing crazily, you were so happy, so carefree. You wish you could go back to that moment…

Another footage was taken in your trailer when Harry took the place of Clare, your makeup artist and tried to do your eyeliner but miserably failed. In the video, he is gently clasping your chin, angling your face for himself as his other hand is working on the line, but it’s wobbly and way too thick, so you both end up just laughing when you check yourself in the mirror.

And there are some small moments of the two of you, moving around on set, lying in bed between takes, sitting in your chairs while eating, just tiny memories you still cherish so much and wish to live through again, but it’s the past. And it wouldn’t hurt this much if you knew Harry from the video was still yours.

When the video ends you need to blink a few times as your eyes have watered a little. You catch Harry’s gaze and he looks worried, he clearly wants to ask if you’re okay, make sure it was just the sentimentality of the moment, but he doesn’t have the chance, the cameras are still rolling.

“That looked like so much fun! Next time make sure to invite me on set too!” James jokes and you force a laugh out of yourself.

A few questions are asked about future plans and just generally about your careers before the taping finally ends. You thank James for the invite again and a photo is taken of the three of you, you standing in the middle with the two men on your sides. When everything is settled, you head to your dressing room, using the chance to slip away silently while Harry is still chit-chatting on the set.

In the comfort and silence of the dressing room, you lean onto the vanity, staring at yourself in the mirror, finding it ironic that on the outside, you look perfectly fine, healthy and pretty, but on the inside… you could scream. You miss Harry so much, you hoped that your feelings for him have toned down a little over these five months, but it was just the same if not even worse.

A faint knock is heard on the door and you quickly fix yourself before calling out to the person outside. The door opens and for your surprise, Harry steps inside, closing the door behind him.

“Hey, you disappeared so fast,” he softly says.

“Yeah, I’m just… a little tired,” you lie, though you know exactly he can see right through you.

“Y/N, I saw that look in your eyes after the video…”

“What look?” you ask with a huff. “What do you want me to say, Harry?”

“The truth,” he answers. “I’m not James, don’t bullshit me.”

“You want the truth? I’ll give it to you, but don’t blame me if it’s uncomfortable for you,” you chuckle bitterly, throwing your hands into the air. “I’ve been miserable, Harry. I miss you so fucking much, seeing you today was like Hell. I really thought it would be easier, but now I’m stuck with going from one interview to the other with red carpet events all around the world, seeing you every day when I terribly miss you and it fucking sucks, because you might not even feel the sa—“

You don’t get to finish, because Harry crosses the distance between the two of you, his hands grab your face and pulls you into a hard and passionate kiss. His lips move perfectly against yours and it feels like he is trying to squeeze every missed moment from the past five months into the kiss, making you melt into his arms completely.

He is everywhere. He is all you can taste, you breathe him in, his hands are everywhere on your body and your chest is pressed tight against his as you wrap your arms around his neck, locking him into your embrace. Your tongues dance, teeth tugging and pulling on lips, it’s a whole mess, but it’s the most perfect mess you’ve ever been. He takes your breath away completely and you don’t even want it back if it means you can’t have him.

Harry pulls away first, both your chests heaving wildly from the heavy make-out session and he looks down at you with hooded eyes.

“If you think I haven’t missed you like crazy… you can’t be more wrong, baby. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, I wanted to call you a thousand times and beg for you to come back to me, but I thought you already moved on.”

“Moving on?!” you huff with a tired smile. “Harry, I could never…”

“Alright, then I’m not letting you go again. No way you are walking out of this building without being mine again.”

A shiver runs down your spine at his words as you pull him down for another kiss, needing to feel his lips on yours.

“I never stopped being yours,” you whisper against his lips and he moans weakly before crashing his lips against yours again.

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leetotters · 3 years

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Hi! Can I ask for a long sugardaddy mob Tom fic? You’re first like blurb kinda did it for me ☺️☺️

mobsugardaddy!tom holland x reader

warning: daddy kink(he's a sugardaddy here lmao), curse words, oral (male recieving)

summary: basically request just short😔

"Don't you fucking come near her again" Tom spat on the man's bloody face colliding his fist to his swollen eye one last time, he gripped the man's jaw making him let out a groan at the mob boss firm hold. "Don't go touching things that don't belong to you" Tom gritted through clenched teeth as the image of the man in front of him attempting to grope your ass played in his mind once more. Tom roughly drew his hand back, pushing the man's face to the mucky floor, he instructed his right hand man Harrison to finish up for him, knowing you would be fretting why he was taking so long.

Tom exited the back door of the pub, pulling out a handkerchief from his suite wiping the blood from his fists and knuckle, mumbling profanity words when he noticed his knuckles were bruised red. Tom made his way to his car, where he was met with the sight of you laid back in the car seat scrolling through your phone, your dress hiked up displaying your red thong that was surely doing a poor job covering your cunt.

Tom opened his door, sliding in his seat as he pulled his seatbelt over his chest, pressing the start button. "Hey babydoll, sorry for taking so long daddy had.. some business to deal with" Tom knew better than to tell you what he was doing, he knew you didn't mind his choice of work but he was smart enough not to get you involved.

You nodded your head acknowledging Tom, you kept your eyes on your phone screen skimming through dresses and jewelry you wanted Tom to purchase for you. "Ohh look at this Daddy" you gasped at the ivory satin dress with corseted details that exposed a fair amount of cleavage to Tom, he only smiled at you resting his hand on your thigh pecking your plump lips, "Looks lovely doll, you should add it to your cart" You beamed saying a soft thank you as he clicked the plus icon.

"So where are we going now" You inquired setting your phone on your lap, pulling Tom's hand from your thigh interlocking your fingers together, twisting the silver rings that adorned his fingers. "I was thinking that Italian restaurant you wanted to try" Tom answered pulling your hand to the steering wheel as he circled around the road.

"Yes let's go there, the menu is a bit pricey though" You stated earning a hearty laugh from Tom, "M'sure I can manage the bill darling" you rolled your eyes at his cheeky response but broke out grinning knowing he wouldn't give a damn about the cost.

After your extravagant dinner you went home your stomach full with the delicious full course dinner and your favorite dessert. "Tommy I think you're trying to get me fat" you whined poking your belly, pouting at Tom, he looked at you shaking his head placing his hand on your stomach giving it a gentle pat. "Course not doll", he pecked your lips focusing his eyes on the road as the light turned green.

When you arrived at Tom's mansion you got out of the car, handing your coat to the maid as Tom did the same telling her to expect Harrison to stop in later to collect some important documents, you made your way to Tom's room which was practically yours since he insisted that you had your own personal closet, the reason being you spent most of your nights here instead at the luxurious apartment he bought you.

"Doll I have to finish up some work so don't wait for me" Tom spoke walking up to his bed undressing himself leaving him in his button up shirt and his boxers. "No Tom it's a Friday night" you whined out like a child, wrapping your arms around his torso resting your head on his clothed back, your fingers fiddling with his pendant.

Tom turned around latching his lips to your pouty ones, "As much as I want to spend my night with you doll, I have some stuff to get finish up" You huffed pulling your lips from his as he tried to deepen the kiss as if he was going to finish what he started. "Well go ahead, m'not stopping you" You went to the bathroom taking your dress off leaving you with your thong and bra on, you thought Tom already left to go to his office so you began wiping your makeup off.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror making sure you got all your makeup off, exiting the bathroom ready to dress yourself for a lonely night with Netflix. Before you could bend to pick up Tom's trousers from the ground you were hoisted up in the air, your legs instantly wrapping around the middle of person as you let out a loud scream. "Sh doll" Tom quieted you, his hand holding the back of your thigh while his other stretched the fabric of your thong letting it go to slap against your skin making you yelp at slight sting.

"What the fuck Tom" you jeered pretty sure he should be in his office doing his work or killing a man for all you knew. "What doll did you not want to spend the night with daddy" he smirked seeing you attempting to clench your thighs together, he knew how much you loved the daddy title.

"Put me down Tom" You uttered trying to come down from Tom's sturdy hold. "What did I tell you about calling me doll" Tom quipped through gritted teeth not liking your tone and name you just used, giving you the chance to correct yourself, his free hand unclasping the hooks of your bra revealing your perky breasts.

You gulped answering him like the good girl you are for him, knowing tomorrow he was suppose to take you out for your daily shopping spree because of your good behavior. "Sorry Daddy" you mumbled eyes trained on Tom's shirt not daring to meet his gaze.

"Much better" Tom rest you down on the floor patting your ass as a little approval, you smiled up at him happy that he wasn't using his mean tone and you probably still had the chance to buy latest Chanel handbag you saw earlier. "Since you behaved bratty today why don't you show daddy how sorry you are" Tom spoke his hands tweaking your hardened nipple.

"Yes daddy, I really am sorry" you sunk to your knees, internally cheering that your grumpy self got him to give you his cock, you pulled his boxers down his legs, your finger tracing over the cross tattoo on his ankle. Tom's cock stood high and proud slapping his stomach breaking free from it's prison, you grasped his length your hand pumping his brick hard cock, vaguely dipping your tongue on his tip tasting his moreish precum.

"C'mon doll better start sucking or else I'll not buy that cute little handbag you so badly wanted" Tom lifted your hair pushing his cock in your mouth making you gag, but wasted no time suckling his length, your hands playing with his balls as Tom kept his hand in your hair pushing you deeper so you were now deepthroating him. "Just like that babydoll" he groaned thrusting forward inches away from his end.

You looked up at Tom through your lashes, your eyes glossy blurring your vision of his beautiful face as he came in your mouth, his hold of your head tightening eager to come all over the tip of your tongue, that was more than gladly to collect his come. "Yes doll swallow Daddy's come" He ordered, you didn't need to be told twice immediately swallowing the warm liquid.

"Open up babydoll" You opened your mouth showing him you swallowed just like he asked you to. "Good girl" he praised softly patting your cheek prompting you to close your mouth, Tom pulled his boxers up his legs tucking his now wormy looking cock in.

You were about to speak but was cut off by the ringing of Tom's phone which made you roll your eyes but you stayed quiet knowing better than to upset him. Tom answered his phone giving you his winsome smile before entering the bathroom to continue his call.

You changed slipping in to your satin ruffled two piece pajama set waiting for Tom to come cuddle, you clicked on Netflix playing Gilmore Girls once again even though you finished the series. You laughed at one of Lorelai jokes twisting the rose gold tiffany and co bracelet Tom bought for you a while back at the first three months in your 'arrangement'.

Tom exited the bathroom his smile long gone and replaced with a miffed expression throwing his phone carelessly on his dresser running his hand through his curls. "What happened To- Daddy" you asked softly not sure if he would want to reply to you or not. "Nothing doll just someone fucked up again" He groaned slamming his fists against the wall letting out an annoyed huffed.

You jerked up at the sound, standing from your spot on the bed making your way to him, gently pulling him in a hug kissing his forehead, his whole mood changing embracing you in his muscular arms pecking your nose snuggling closer. "What happened" you asked a few minutes after.

"Just this new guy fucked up, lost me thousands of dollars too, big dumbass" Tom scowled pulling away grabbing his coat from the leather chair, clasping his Rolex on his wrists, combing his locks. "I have to go see about this babydoll" Tom kissed your lips, "But tomorrow I'm yours for the entire day, me and my credit card" He laughed seeing the way your eyes widened at his last words.

"Yes okay daddy don't be long" You pecked him waving him out the bed room door, jumping on the king sized bed pulling out your phone scrolling through yet another site.

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knifewieldingenby · 3 years

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You shine, a Jaskel fic

This prompt comes from the lovely @kueble who always helps me when I’m dealing with writers block, thank you dear friend.

Summary: Jaskier keeps giving Eskel jewelry and he can’t fathom who someone like Jaskier would be courting him.

Content: Jaskel, courting jewelry, insecure Eskel, very mild mentions of sex (but nothing explicit), T

*written and pasted from my phone, I apologize if the format ends up being weird*

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“What a performance!” Jaskier flopped down on his bed and sighed deeply. Eskel sat across from him on his own bed and smiled.

“You certainly had them eating out of your hands,” he said as he worked his armor off piece by piece. Normally he’d go up to the room first and take it off, but he wanted to see Jaskier perform tonight. The bard had been bursting with energy all day and Eskel knew it was going to be a good one. Besides, he could never resist the beauty that was Jaskier performing for a crowd. His face lit up, fire in his eyes, and every so often he threw a smile Eskel’s way that somehow felt different than the smile he reserved for his audience. It felt personal. Eskel wasn’t stupid enough to think it meant anything, but he was allowed to dream, even if it never came true.

“Easy crowd to please, I suppose.”

“Since when are you modest?”

Jaskier laughed and pushed himself up on his elbows. “You’re right, it was all me.”

Eskel rolled his eyes fondly. He watched out of the corner of his eyes as Jaskier got up and crossed the room, fiddled with his pack a bit before coming to sit next to him.

“I got you a gift.”

Eskel cocked an eyebrow. “A gift?”

“Mm-hmm.” He opened his palm and Eskel’s eyes widened. It was a ring, a simple gold band that glistened in the dim candle-lit room. He was too shocked to respond. A gift was one thing, but this...jewelry was different. Maybe in another life it would mean something different, but in this lifetime no one gave jewelry unless they were courting someone, and that just couldn’t be right.

“You’re giving me a ring?”

“Yup!” He smiled brightly. Eskel didn’t know what to say. Surely Jaskier couldn’t mean...he couldn’t want Eskel. But it would be rude to turn it down and Eskel didn’t want to be that person. He mumbled out a thank you and hastily shoved the ring in his pocket. He caught a glimpse of something shift in Jaskier’s face.

“You don’t want it,” Jaskier said.

“What? No, of course I - I just thought-“

“Give it to me.”

Eskel cringed. This was the moment he’d feared, the moment Jaskier realized that he didn’t actually want to court Eskel. He pulled the ring back out and dropped it in Jaskier’s outstretched hand. To his surprise, Jaskier took his hand in his own. He carefully slid the ring on Eskel’s index finger and then squeezed his hand gently.

“I want you to have it,” Jaskier said softly, their eyes meeting, and Eskel couldn’t look away from that intense gaze. He swallowed through his tight throat and nodded.

Jaskier tilted his head. “Unless of course, you really don’t want it.”

“I want it,” Eskel said far too quickly, and he tried to ignore the way his cheeks burned from the admission. Jaskier smiled and squeezed his hand again.

They retired to their beds not long afterward, and Jaskier, as always, fell asleep quickly. Eskel on the other hand tossed and turned restlessly. He twisted the ring over and over, tracing the gold band with his finger, and wondered how Jaskier knew it would fit. It was true that he would occasionally take Eskel’s hand when they were settled at camp, play with his fingers lightly, but that was...just Jaskier. It was how he was with everyone he was close to.

...Right?

Eskel closed his eyes and attempted to quiet his mind. This was a one off thing, he was sure. Jaskier would quickly realize that Eskel was not the kind of man he wanted to be with, not safe enough, not handsome enough, and move on. Once the novelty of courting a Witcher wore off he would be off courting beautiful maidens and attractive blacksmiths like he did before Eskel showed up. That thought hurt more than he cared to admit to himself, but it was the truth.

With that in mind he settled and fell into a fitful slumber.

Two weeks went by and Jaskier didn’t say anything about the ring, though Eskel never took it off. He was waiting for the day when Jaskier asked him to take it off. The bard’s behavior hadn’t changed much. Sure, maybe it was true that he winked and threw smiles at Eskel more often during his performances than he had before, and maybe he’d bought Eskel sweet treats from the market without prompting, and maybe he’d played his favorite song just for him, and maybe…

He still didn’t say anything about the jewelry and Eskel wasn’t going to bring it up, for fear of reminding Jaskier what he’d done and making him regret it.

On a cool early Autumn evening they were sitting around camp after dinner, Jaskier strumming his lute idly while Eskel organized his potions, when Jaskier suddenly jumped up and rushed to his pack. He came back with something in his hands and knelt next to Eskel.

“Got you something,” he said. Eskel’s eyebrows raised as Jaskier opened his hands and revealed a long gold chain with a buttercup pendant. “You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, I know it’s a little more delicate than Witchers typically prefer, but-“

“I’ll wear it.” Eskel pulled what little hair he had along his neck away and dipped his head slightly. He hoped Jaskier would get the message.

He heard a soft chuckle and moments later felt the warmth of Jaskier’s hands ghosting his neck as the bard fastened the chain around him. He raised his head but his eyes were on the chain. The gold brought out warm tones in his skin.

“I- thank you.”

“Thank you for wearing it. If you decide you don’t want...this, you can take it off. I won’t- I’ll understand.”

“What is this exactly?” Eskel asked before his brain could stop him.

“What do you want it to be?”

And there was that intense look in Jaskier’s eyes again, a look that warmed Eskel just as much as it confused him. He knew what it meant when other people gave each other jewelry out of the blue but this was different. Nobody in their right mind courted a Witcher. Well, apart from other Witchers. He thought briefly of Lambert, who had been courted by a Cat, pretending he hated it but getting defensive if anyone so much as suggested he take the jewelry off. They all knew he secretly loved it.

“I want what I can’t have.” Perhaps that was a bit too honest, too vulnerable, but he didn’t care. Jaskier was so close. With their faces mere inches apart at this point he could feel the pull to lean forward, press their lips together, get lost in the softness that was the bard.

Jaskier’s eyes flicked to his lips and back as if he was thinking the same thing. “If you want me, dear, I’m yours.”

“But-“

“No buts. I’m yours.”

“Can I…” His eyes traveled to the bard’s lips again, and his heart softened at the gentle smile he received in response.

“Yes.”

He slowly reached up and took Jaskier’s face between his hands, hesitating as if giving him a chance to change his mind. But Jaskier didn’t; he made the first move, leaning forward and capturing Eskel’s lips in the softest of kisses. It didn’t last long but when they parted Eskel felt light-headed and Jaskier was smiling dreamily at him.

“Um…” Eskel shifted awkwardly and pointed to their bedrolls. “We should…”

“Do that again?” Jaskier said hopefully. His eyes were hungry and Eskel wanted to drown in them, memorize that look forever. This time he moved, and when they kissed again it wasn’t soft - it was fierce and consuming, and definitely something Eskel could get used to.

A week later they lay in bed, sheets tangled around their sweaty bodies, limbs intertwined. Jaskier was on his back and Eskel was draped half over him, head leaning on his shoulder. He traced Jaskier’s stomach with his fingers and noted how pretty the gold from his rings looked against Jaskier’s skin. Rings, plural, because Jaskier had given him another one earlier that night. It had an inscription in Elder that meant beloved, and Eskel had to bite back uncharacteristic tears when he first saw it.

“Why gold?”

“Hmm?” Jaskier’s voice was soft and still somewhat dazed from their love making.

“You always get me gold jewelry. Why is that?”

A silence stretched out between them. Jaskier reached down and intertwined their fingers. “Because silver is for monsters, right?”

Eskel startled at that, his throat constricting, and he buried his face in Jaskier’s neck so that the man couldn’t see the way his eyes watered. He’d always thought of himself as a monster, much as he wouldn’t admit it to the other Witchers. He thought himself monstrous in a way he would never see his brothers. But here was Jaskier, saying the exact opposite. It felt so wrong and so right at the same time.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he mumbled into Jaskier’s neck.

“I know. But I wanted to.” He placed a kiss on Eskel’s forehead.

Eskel never thought he’d get this, never thought he deserved it. But maybe, just maybe, he did

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This is my first time writing Jaskel so please let me know how I did! Thank you for reading! :D

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akvtsuki-ari · 4 years

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Around Your Neck

Warning: smut, unprotected sex/creampie, post!prison reid, fingering, oral both recieving, throatfucking, slapping, bruises idk??

Length: 4.8k

Authors note: you know that tiktok audio that goes “whats wrong with you?,” over and over again. thats how writing this fic made me feel. based loosely after a conversation me and my wife @pastanest had sdkjhjkef and that gifset of spencer with that gold chain on that has me so tight. so disrespectful...

Edit: heres the gifset!!!

Plot Summary: Prison changed Spencer. That damn chain around his neck made sure you remembered.

Spencer Reid was… different after prison. It was something about him when he left, like a part of him was always far away somewhere when you spoke to him. He was fractured it seemed like - even though he was saving lives everyday there always seemed to be something on his mind. He was still Spencer of course, still sweet-talking and soothing when he needed to be. He never lost that odd charm about him and after those first few months he grew back to be more comfortable in his own skin but there was just something there. Something on the back of his mind that he seemed to be handling alone.

You’d been with Spencer for a while before he went to jail, a few years and other traumatic events later - you had an idea of how Spencer dealt with pain and difficulty. He liked to let things sit and stir inside of him for a long time before he lets it show - then he gets snappy and mean for a bit after that till he sorta just breaks. In many ways, when something bad happened to Spencer you sorta just knew what things would be like for a bit, but no matter how many times he slipped you caught him. When he got shot and nearly died twice, you were there right next to him - making sure that he was going to be okay. That's just what you did, to say you were Spencers ride-or-die would be an understatement. You gave him whatever he needed, whether that be some tough love or being pampered for a few days straight.

Spencer knew that about you, and even before prison he had this affinity for you that always made sure you knew how much he adored you. He wanted you to know that he only ever had eyes for you and that he was beyond grateful for how patient you seemed and how loving you were to him. Spencer made sure he never stopped chasing you before he went to prsion. He bought you flowers, supported you when you switched careers, and generally made sure he returned the favor in loving you but he was always chasing you still. Part of it was out of disbelief that someone could love him like that, but the other part was out of insecurity. You always told him you were always his, but he never seemed to believe you.

Prison changed a lot of things for Spencer, but that thing about him chasing you was what changed most. Spencer was always possessive in his own right, but he wasn’t jealous necessarily. He just wanted to make sure you were okay and that no one was fucking with you or bothering you. It didn’t bother him before if you talked and flirted with Luke, or if some guy was hitting on you because you were normally so adamantly rejecting it. He wasn’t someone who was particularly upset about not having claimed you as his - before he didn’t really care.

For the longest time you didn’t really notice just how much Spencer had actually changed how he acted towards you - mostly because he was still really sweet to you. It wasn’t like he was treating you any worse, or necessarily any better. It was honest to God, just different, more.. something. You don’t wanna use the word aggressive because Spencer isn’t the aggressive type. Spencer was calculated, and he could be angry sometimes but not often. He didn’t have a shorter fuse - hell, you could argue that prison made him more patient since he was often just lying in wait.

The best way to describe it is probably just more confident, really. He was assertive about you being his and his tolerance for crude jokes that came your way was a lot lower. Most of the time, at least before, he’d let shit slide if it was too small. Nowadays though, if he even catches something bothering you he steps in - always finding the small of your back and pulling you closer to him like he was keeping you close to protect you. He doesn’t curse them out or get angry, just stares at them with a blank expression that's arguably more intimidating.

You were a flirt by nature, too. You were never trying to flirt with people, but you’re one for flattery and compliments so it sure can be read that way. You loved receiving the same energy so when you did your jokes and compliments would increase ten-fold. It doesn’t bother Spencer because he knows you’re just being silly but before, he didn’t mind if the other person was serious because he knew that you’d never continue like that. Now though, when someones dropping any lines your way he’ll tell them to leave you alone no question, unconcerned about any consequence or even if that person could beat Spencer's ass. Spencer wasn’t concerned about strength like he used to be - and when you asked him about why that was he simply shrugs.

“I’ll play dirty if it gets there,”

Those were all small details but there were so many of them that it was starting to pile up and draw you to interesting conclusions. Sex was also a clear example of change. The first time the two of you had sex when he came back from prison was relatively the same, but you could tell he was holding something back. For the longest time, you didn’t really know what until it was the heat of the moment and Spencer wrapped his hands around your throat and ask if he could choke you - something that you’d ask for previously that he was rather unsure about doing. It was the way Spencer's eyes looked into your eyes when he did it, the way his fingers curled almost carelessly around your delicate neck - so instinctively as if the whole endeavor was so natural. When he lets you go and kisses you - you’re more than into it but you can’t help but wonder where his desire came from. You didn’t really mind how Spencer got when he was like that but damn, you couldn’t say you saw it coming.

The more you thought about it, the more it became clear to you that Spencer has changed a whole lot more than you understood initially, but maybe the last straw was when you made a sorta silly joke about the necklace worn around his neck after prison. It was a thin gold chain, for the most part tucked underneath his clothes when he went to work. He said in many cultures gold is a symbol for blessing and spirituality and he wanted to keep that with him, and that a lot of other people in prison wore gold chains. You made some stupid joke that if he were gonna wear it all the time - he should at least have your name around his neck. You knew stuff like that wasn’t really Spencer thing so when you’d said it, even though it was pretty hot, you were mostly just joking.

It’d been a few weeks since then. Spencer had a case that needed his attention and you were at the bullpen with Penelope waiting for everyone's arrival. You were nearly bursting from anticipation, a busy case that made you particularly clingy and had you missing Spencer more than you can explain. There everyone was, walking through the doors when Spencer walks through and wraps you up in his arms. Spencer picks you up and spins you around for a few seconds before giving you a small smile. You just hug him again, noticing the cool metal on your skin when you do. You pull back before Spencer speaks and look down - his chains never had a pendant before

There it was. Your name, hangin around his neck like it was nothing. Spencer was sporting it with a more casual version of what he normally wears, which was basically just no tie. A white shirt and blazer, and your name around his neck. You try your very best to ignore the heartbeat in your jeans while your fingers went up carefully to touch it. Spencer gives a coy smile, watching the way your eyes look at it so hazy. Just like he wanted. He places his hand on top of yours, seeing your pretty eyes flick up to meet his. You can barely contain yourself - the chain around his neck always brought you to some interesting places but to see your name - your fucking name, around his neck so casually brought you somewhere rather interesting.

“Um - nice necklace,” you squeak out. Spencer laughs brightly, his arms circling around your waist as you bury your face in his chest instinctively . You can feel the way his laugh reverberates and you just whine in annoyance.

“I’m glad you liked it, might be a little awkward otherwise,” Spencer jokes. It was your turn to giggle, Spencer left terribly endeared by the sound.

“You ready to head home, doctor?,” you say softly. Spencer nods, taking your hand as you lead the way and feeling his heart burst out of his chest, grateful to have you on him always.

You guess that Spencer buying your name as a pendant on his chain was really what set you off in realizing just how possessive he was. He didn’t take it off around the house, walking around your shared apartment shirtless with it on at all times. He’d play with it constantly, fingers brushing the smooth metal while he was doing something a little mindless or that required his focused attention. It was driving you nuts, the image of Spencers chain hanging in your face was already one you returned to a lot but - now that your name was there it made the stakes of such a situation so much higher.

Spencers just sitting and reading the paper when you finally are fed up. He always liked reading the actual newspaper, claims there's nothing quite as good but you’re tired of… well, you’re not sure what you were tired of but you knew you needed his attention asap before you lost your marbles for good. You walk over to him, moving the newspaper carefully out of his hands and folding it before sitting across his lap and crossing your arms. Spencer laughs loudly, especially as you take his arms and wrap them around your waist. Spencer just gives you a quirked eyebrow, a questioning look. You shake your head, because you’re honestly kind of unsure for what you’re asking for - you just wanted something. Dick, maybe.

You give Spencer a look as you take his chain around your fingers again and play with it’s pendant. He already knows why you’re here, but he decides to let you figure it out. He knew before that you were the submissive type, but his response to that changed in prison. He carried that picture of you with him everyday, looked at it for hours sometimes so he could sleep - and it pissed him off when people would see it and talk about you. Spencer missed a lot of things outside of jail but you were number one - your love and affection of course, but there were other things too. Prison made Spencer particular about his possessions, that picture of you was one of the few things that was his and his alone. He didn’t let anyone go as far as touch that picture, so when he saw you again that possession just carried over. He didn’t really care, especially since it didn’t seem to bother you. Prison made Spencer realize how much he really cared for his possessions, books, chess boards, you - all things he already cared about but became a lot more particular after the fact.

Spencer just knows. When you sit on his lap, all he can picture is him out in the yard but instead of isolated and paranoid, he’s with you by his side giving him all the restraint in the world. He’d be damned if he let anyone take that from him. You give Spencer a look he can’t explain, there's a certain innocence written on your face that makes Spencer's chest hot. His hand sits between your bare thigh as you sit on his lap, and the second you look down on it, you seem to get the clue. Spencer grips your thigh, eyes following the way yours move to try and make sense of what's happening. Your eyes are fluttery, as your head twists to meet Spencers, the two of you nose to nose. Spencer just gives you a smile, before looking down at your lips then right back up to you. You blush.

“You’re close,” you say, not knowing what else to do. Spencer chuckles.

“Would you like me to move?,” Spencer asks politely. You shake your head.

“No,” you say stubbornly. Spencer licks his lips for a second before smiling again.

“Okay. Then, what would you like me to do?,” Spencer says, holding back a laugh. Your eyes fixate on his lips when he talks, and you scrunch your face up.

“Kiss me,” you mumble. Spencer grins ear to ear.

“Say please,” Spencer replies, leaning in as his lips brush onto yours. He pulls away before you can kiss and you sigh.

“Please,” you manage out meekly.

Spencer pushes air out of his nose before he does just that. His lips are smooth, stubble touching your smooth skin as your hand moves to one side of his face. Spencer smiles into the kiss, feeling the way you melt into him. The moments before things get heated is fast, Spencer's hands underneath your shirt as his tongue slides between your lips. He kisses you slowly, patiently but that’s not quite what you want. You give him a whine, but he shows the same attitude. You keep kissing like that for a while, moving yourself to straddling Spencer's lap before using your teeth to lightly tug on Spencer's bottom lip. He gives you a small groan and you return it with a noise of approval. Spencer pulls back to look at you, his eyes telling you to be careful but his body language betraying him. You can feel the tent in Spencer pants as you weigh yourself down on his lap.

“Don’t hold back,” you ask, hoping it’s the right thing. Spencer gives you a weary look.

“Are you sure?'' Spencer asks. You nod, eyes looking into his.

“Red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for go,” you say repeating your safewords to him. Spencer gives you a kiss on the forehead, both for remembering your safeword but as an assurance. He’d never really been rough with you - he was a soft dom at heart and wouldn’t go as far as hurting you. You just give him a pleading look - you wanted him to be rough with you, bruise and mark you, just for a little while. The idea made your skin flush, but who was Spencer to deny you of such a request. Spencer nods softly, leading you to the bedroom.

Spencers the first to close the door, pushing you up against as he lifts one of your legs up and kisses you slowly - fingers pressing into your thighs as Spencers tongue toys with yours. He always kisses you like that, slowly but surely introducing as much of himself to you as possible - his erections pressed against you when he does. The sound that leaves your mouth is a cross between a whimper and a moan - a broken sound that makes Spencer a little more eager. He smiles when you make, giving you a look of surprise but you don’t have anything to say. Spencer smiles down at you.

“Go lay down for me,” Spencer requests. You just nod as you get comfortable on the bed - watching Spencer take off his grey sweatpants and boxers, the chain still around his neck. Your eyes follow his figure, landing on his erection before widening. Spencer just chuckles at you - signalling for you to take your shirt off which you do with no question. You watch his eyes as the rack themselves over your figure, panties forbidding the rest of you from being on display. Spencer walks towards the bed, pulling your legs over the edge as he kneels between them. You yelp at the sudden move, but quickly settle up again.

One thing is for certain, Spencer always wants to make you feel good first. It didn’t really matter what headspace he was in - whether or not he was super dominant like he was today or if he was super submissive like he was when he was stressed. His touch is careful, your legs over his shoulders pull him closer instinctively but he doesn’t seem to mind. He merely pushes your panties to the side before he eats you out, kissing your clit to be gentlemanly. His tongue is careful at first, experimental lickes before he lays his tongue flat - with a soft rhythm, slowly increasing his pace to your pleasure. He gets you close like that, pausing for a few seconds on moving before sucking softly on you, making you twitch your legs. Spencers careful about this part, his speed only testament to how much he can push you, the knot in your stomach carefully being undone as Spencer continues.

“Can I cum, please?,” your voice scrapes the surface as you ask. Spencer is busied with his mouth but he hums - feeling you unravel as your orgasm hits you with astonishing impact. Spencer feels the way you pulsate on his tongue, humming again so you feel that little vibration that sends your hands in Spencer's hair to pull you off. You’re trying to catch your breath as you finish, Spencer still adamantly eating you - making your body shiver with pleasure. He holds your hips down for a few minutes like that. You don’t really want to argue with him but you’re unsure how much you can handle as he makes you cum for the second time, a small wave of pleasure brushing against your spine as cum for the second time. When Spencer pulls away from you, orgasm covers his lips and manages to get onto his stubble. He gives you a light smile as he leans up to kiss you, hands holding your thighs as he does. You can taste yourself on his tongue.

“Do you think you can handle letting me fuck your throat?,Spencer asks. You give him a look of surprise, trying to remember if you still had any cough drops before nodding - more than eager to let him do that if that's what he wanted to do. You just nod, ready to get on your knees before Spencer stops you in your tracks.

“I wanted to do it while you were laying down, you know,” Spencer says, voice unsure. You’re surprised but you just shrug, laying down, your head back on the edge of the bed. It weird to see everything upside down like this, so you just shut your eyes and open your mouth up. Spencers cock twitches at the site of you laid back for him like this, pushing past your lips a lips a bit, feeling your tongue along his tip. You pat Spencers leg, letting him know you were comfortable to let him go further, feeling his length push past your throat. You let your throat relax, gripping your thumb as Spencer buries himself nearly fully in you. His fingers find the column of your neck, brushing the bulge in your throat which makes it hard for him to contain himself. Spencers fucks your throat slowly, carefully not to push you too hard even though you were more than ready for it. You steadied yourself, the other hand in your underwear rubbing your clit to the feeling Spencer fucking you like this.

“You’re so pretty with me down your throat like this,” Spencer comments. You moan around his length, letting him know he’s free to continue.

“Prison made me think of all the things I could be doing to you, fucking you like you were the only thing I thought about all day. Maybe because you were,” Spencer laughs when he speaks, his hands reaching down to toy with your nipples, his fingers carefully twisting them, relishing the way you writhe under his touch. You tighten your throat around Spencers length causing him to jerk into your throat - sorta how you planned for this to go anyway. Spencers expression changes as he watches you take all of him in, his hand lightly around your neck, maybe too turned on by how the air leaves your lungs. When you pull out, spit covers your face and chin - but you just give Spencer a thumbs up and a smile, not phased at all. Spencer didn’t think he could be anymore in love with a person, yet here he was.

Spencer helps you sit back up, sitting for a few moments to readjust to the world around you. Spencer cups your jaw, pulling your face to look at him - giving you the most adoring eyes like you didn’t just take his dick all the way down your throat, well that may be the reason why. Spencer leans down to kiss your forehead, hands around the base of your neck as he does.

“Good girl,” Spencers use of that phrase is spare, only using it when he really meant it. It fills you with a certain intensity you weren’t expecting, your throat already a little sore from the endeavor. You give Spencer a small hum of approval.

“Thank you, Sir,” The honorific makes Spencer's heart ache. Spencer was a soft dom, which mostly meant that in bed you called him by his name. Sir was a sometimes thing, like when he got rough on the occasion. Sir was earned, just liked good girl was.

“Get on your hands and knees for me, pretty girl,” Spencer asks. You do as you're told, arching your back completely for Spencer without questions. Spencer admires you, running your hands over the curves of your body, admiring the little wet spot that forms on your slit for him, cum running down your legs. Spencer wanted to fuck the shit out of you, wanted to see his cum spill out of you - as filthy as the thought was. You’d always talked about letting him go raw but Spencer was normally too cautious. You getting pregnant was much less of a consequence these days, like if anyone were to carry his baby into the world it’d be you and no one else.

If anyone got to fuck you like that, it needed to be him and no one else. That was one thing Spencer knew was so different. Spencer needed to fuck you like that, raw and shameless just like only he could. Spencers fingers are too curious for his own good, one hand around your waist to play with your clit, and the other posing two fingers inside of you - brushing up against your gspot with ease. You shudder under Spencers touch, getting fingered from the back like this wasn’t what you were expecting but you weren’t upset about it. Spencers voice is warm in your ear.

“You’re gonna have to cum one more time before I even think about fucking you,” Spencer warns. You just nod, chewing your lip as Spencer pads his fingers along you, curling them up for you to feel. He stretches you out comfortably like that, and you’re unable to really think clearly. His mouth works on your neck, biting hickies onto your throat as he does. The bruises are red and pulsating, the dark marks only bound to get darker and more visible as the days pass. Not that Spencer minded, though you did. It was a worry for later though, of course. You cum around Spencer's fingers again, unable to comprehend the level of exhaustion that seemed to come over. Still, you’d be damned if Spencer didn’t fuck you senseless. You tighten around Spencers fingers.

“Spencer, fuck - please, please,” the begging has no particulars. It’s never for anything, instead a mindless response to Spencer and his ability to turn you on this much, to the point it was all you thought about. You were exhausted but all you wanted was for him to cum inside you and make you feel so pliable. You always were, for him anyways.

“Sir - fuck me raw, please,” that last plea was a demand. Spencer groaned into your neck, nodding lightly, no response to your request. His fingers burned bruises into your waist, gripping on to you like he was gonna lose you if he didn’t. That feeling comes at you so quickly you can barely make sense of it, Spencers hands rhythmic in their ability as you convulse, cumming around Spencers calloused fingers and feeling every inch of them in you. You whine in disappointment when he pulls out. He just chuckles, taking his fingers and slipping them between your lips and down the back of your throat. You don’t choke, unsurprising to Spencer really. Saliva coats his fingers which he smears across your lips, just degrading enough for you to giggle.

“Lay on your back from me, I wanna see you,” Spencer doesn’t need to finish his sentence to say that he wants to see how his cum fills you up, such a pretty sight it doesn’t need any words for description.

You lay down, waiting for Spencer who doesn’t wait to get on top of you. That’s when you catch it again - his fucking chain. His name around your neck, hickies from you around his neck just like your name was. Spencer gets on top of you, chain hanging from around neck and all you can think is how fucking badly you needed this man inside of you. The way he had you, feeling this possessive over him made you fucking insane. You knew he’d always keep that chain on, like you were always hanging around his neck anyways but you needed to do more. You wanted to scratch his back up, steal his soul when you gave him head - everything, you wanted to do everything for that man. When he fucks you and you feel all 7inches, stretching you out - cumming inside you like he owned you because he did. So carelessly fucking you, making you cry out his name and now he had your name hanging around his neck. You’d be damned if another person even got near him.

“Say my name when you fuck me,” you request. Spencer groans, slowly doing just as he promised, hitting your cervix before bringing his hips up - ready to fuck the daylights out of you with no question. Your eyes fixated on the jewelry that adorned him as he pounded into you, your voice totally lost to you as you feel his cock pulsate inside of you. He was relentless, the sound of his hips making contact with your backside filling the room with such a filthy sound. It was filthy the way Spencer fucked you. He leans down to you, his chain resting on your chest as he hands move to the side of your face. He wants to hit you, call you his pretty slut before he fills you with his cum. You just flutter your lashes and before he can ask.

“Green,”

Spencer's hands hit the side of your face roughly, the stinging sensation rather pleasing in all reality. Spencer's voice is low, an octave lower and hoarse as he pounds you out like it was nothing.

“You’re such a good slut for me, aren’t you baby? Taking all of me in, like it’s easy. What were you doing while I was gone? Bet you were getting ready for me do this to you, weren’t you. Did any of those toys you used feel as good as me,” Spencers words are callous, and degrading but you loved every second of it. You shake your head.

“Nothing was as good as you,” your response was forced out. Spencer laughs, voice tinged with something dark.

“Nothing,” Spencer pushes his hips as far as he can, making you cry out as he reached the edge “Nothing ever will be,” Spencer finished

You tighten yourself around Spencer, looping your legs around his waist to make sure all of him shoots inside you. He finishes with a loud groan, fucking the cum into you a last few times before pulling out. You’re more turned on than you know what to do with so you loop your fingers in Spencer's chain and kiss him, wet and sloppy as he finishes. He presses his forehead to yours as he kisses you, eyes locking with yours as the both you stare at eachother in euphoric post sex glow. Spencer breaks out into a giggle as he comes down, falling into you when he pulls out and you do the same.

“All this because of a chain?,Spencer asks. You just nod, placing a kiss in Spencers messy hair before sighing.

“If you ever date anyone else, I’ll be the person in prison,” you say stubbornly. Spencer just laughs a little bit more, the two of you lying comfortably as Spencer places kisses over some of the hickies he left.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, love,”

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Wicked Desires

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Word Count: 5.9k

Tags: pussyeating, unprotected sex, rough sex, rope bondage, degradation kink, loki is the god of mischief, multiple orgasms

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Wicked Desires, Chapter 1

You pace in front of the throne room, Odin’s boisterous laughter filters through the walls. You try to work up the courage to enter the room and approach the king of Asgard about his little secret. You just need to calm your heart rate first, you can’t let yourself be outsmarted by a perceived dead man. The doors opening pull you from your thoughts, you bow to the two Asgardian nobles leaving and slip into the room before the doors can close again.

The eyes of the Asgardian King immediately land on you, you freeze, your feet refusing to move further. You decide you can play this one of two ways, you can carry yourself with an air of confidence, play a cocky, elusive bar maiden who’s just too observant, or you could play a timid, innocent Asgardian looking for answers. The second option would likely keep you from being banished or possibly killed, but the first option could get you what you want. You made a decision the same moment Odin spoke.

“You must be lost, there is no worship going on tonight. And I am not taking company.” A small smile forms on your lips as you straighten your spine, you take small confident steps across the large room as you speak.

“Of course your highness, but I have news of your son that will definitely make you reconsider taking company to hear.” You stop 10 paces away from the throne, the royal guards shift, ready to protect against any threat. You didn’t consider yourself a threat, if anything the person sitting on the throne was more of a threat than you, a simple bar maiden for the palace.

“Thor? He’s still on Midgard, you have no news to tell.”

“Not Thor your Highness, Loki, the God of Mischief.” You let the word mischief roll off your tongue in such a way he has to know that you are privy to a little secret.

“Guards.” The guards shift again ready to strike, the breath stops in your throat, how foolish of you to think you could out trick the master. “Leave me and the beautiful woman be so we may discuss whatever news she thinks she has about my deceased son.” The guards hesitate but ultimately follow the order of their King. They shuffle out of the room leaving you alone with the man who’s secret lies on the tip of your tongue. Odin’s form stands from his throne slowly, the sound of his footsteps echo loudly in the now empty room, he steps closer to you, looking you over. His eyes settle on the pendant that lay between your breasts. He steps around you carefully as he speaks.

“What news do you have to tell, bar wench.” Your title falls off his tongue with so much disdain you have to suppress a shiver, you can’t show any weakness now.

“Your majesty, I would never bring dishonor to Asgard, but sometimes vicious rumors spread quicker than the fires of Surtur. It would be a shame if your claim to the throne was questioned.” Odin stops pacing behind you, the hairs of your neck stand up, he’s closer than you’re comfortable with. You refuse to move, his trickery may be frigid wind, but you are a mountain, you will not bow and succumb to his power under pressure.

“I am Odin Allfather, my claim to the throne can not be questioned, little girl.” Your eyes stay forward as his breath fans the back of your neck, a small smirk forms on your lips, his resolve is faltering now. You have him right where you want him, you spin quickly to meet his eyes.

“Is that true, Loki Odinson, God of Mischief? Or do you prefer Loki Laufeyson now?” Odin’s hand raises as if he’s going to strike you, you flinch, closing your eyes preparing for the impact. A soft green glow filters through your eyelids, you open your eyes when the strike never comes and you're face to face with Loki. His black hair lying perfectly around his shoulders, you’re forced to tilt your head up to look at his face, he’s much taller than you ever remember. He offers you his signature smile.

“It seems we have a clever fox in our Palace, tell me darling, what gave me away?” You're taken back by how quickly his demeanor changed in the matter of seconds.

“You may be the god of mischief but you’re quite loose handed with the stealth of your identity, and to be completely honest, your Odin impression could use some work. Consider yourself lucky I discovered your secret and not one of your warriors. — Your Highness.” You add the title hoping it’ll lessen the blow of your insult.

“Clever and brave, under any other circumstances I would be thrilled to have your company, if what you say is true and you’re the only one who holds onto my secret, what would stop me from killing you and assuring my dirty little secret dies on your pretty lips.” Your chest tightens at his threat, you need to think quickly, you know he won’t hesitate to follow through. You roll your shoulders as you take a step back, trying to get away from his intoxicating spell. You clasp your hands in front of the skirts of your dress, and square your jaw to hold his chilling eye contact.

“I may be the only one with the knowledge currently, but who’s to say I haven’t written your dirty secret down, sealed it, and gave copies to multiple of the staff at the bar with the instructions to open it when they notice my absence from my duties. What would you do then Loki? Pretend to be both your father and me?” The lie falls easily from your lips, of course you haven’t done this, although now looking back on it perhaps it would have been a good idea.

“Clever little fox indeed. What is that you want? You didn’t just come here to gloat about the secret you hold over me, I’m assuming you want — What? Money, fame, a seat on the throne next to me? Or perhaps you just want someone to show you a good time.” Loki takes another step closer to you, his hand reaching out to touch your pendant, his fingers wrap around the silver, he twirls it slowly between his pointer finger and thumb. You can feel your heart beating heavily, you’re sure he can hear it trying to beat out of your chest. The soft green glow reappears wrapping itself around his hand and your pendant, the glow covers your chest and neck, you expect it to sting, but it’s just a faint tingle, close to the soft touch of a lover. He drops the pendant back to your chest, when you look down you see he’s changed the silver to a soft gold, a small green stone now lies where a ruby once was.

“Fame, and a seat on the throne are not what I’m after in the slightest, neither is whatever you consider a good time, and I am not asking for riches to rival yours, all I ask is for enough to care for my friend’s sick child. Access to the Palace healers and enough for my friend to survive so she can take time away from her work to care for him. In exchange your secret will be quietly sealed on my lips, I will never speak of it again.” Loki places his hands behind his back, he walks around you once more. Your fingers flex towards the small knife you have strapped under your skirt.

“How noble of you darling. Consider it done, guards!” You see the faint green glow again, his voice shifting from Loki to Odin, you know he’s replaced his glamour when guards begin to shuffle back into the throne room, you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. Loki—Odin? Begins to walk towards the throne again.

“This little fox has asked for my help with a sick child, I have so graciously agreed, get the information of the child and his mother from her and then have her escorted to my chambers so I may speak to her about another subject.” Your eyes narrow at him at his orders, what other subject was there to handle? You promised your silence in return for his help.

Two guards herd you out of the throne room, they ask for the information needed as they walk you in the directions of the King’s chambers. The two guards stop outside of the door.

“Go on Miss, we are not allowed inside his Majesty's chambers, he will meet you here shortly.” You wipe your hands down the bodice of your dress and pull open the elaborately decorated doors. You step in and jump a bit when the doors close loudly behind you. You move to open them again but they won’t budge, obviously some kind of Loki magic. You let out a loud sigh and decide to explore his rooms before he returns. His sitting room is larger than your entire chambers, which you share with 2 other people. There’s bookcases that span an entire wall, floor to ceiling, his bathing room is large and luxurious with a soaking tub that could arguably just be called a pool.

You crane your neck to look into his bed chambers but refuse to step a foot in there, you see a large desk and a bed that is bigger than your entire room. You sigh again and walk back to the bookcase, picking up a book about the history of Asgardian metals and settle into the large sitting area’s couch. You set the book down on your lap once you hear the large doors open and close, Loki walks through the large room to stand in front of you.

“Sorry about that darling, being Odin is terribly boring, it seems like you made good use of your time though, real page turner you have there.”

“It was the first book I grabbed, why am I here Loki? I promised you my silence for your help.” You stood up, feeling strange to sit while he stands over you, Loki refuses to take a step back, causing your chest to brush against his briefly. Loki’s finger works it’s way underneath the chain of your pendant, his touch on your collarbone brings a familiar warm feeling to your stomach, you can feel the path of the skin rising with goosebumps. He smirks, obviously aware of the reaction he’s getting from a simple touch.

“That’s just it, little fox, when you’re in here, I don’t want your silence, I want you to be as loud as you want.” Loki’s touch lingers on the stone of your necklace, the back of his hand brushing against the top of breasts. Your breath catches in your throat.

“I’m not interested Loki, I’m sure your conquests have been few and far inbetween since you decided to take it upon yourself to impersonate your father, but I will not fall victim to your charm.” Loki’s smirk turns into a full blown smile, he lets out a soft laugh as his hand drops back to his side.

“My darling, don’t you find it curious that you are the only one who has seen my glamour falter? I’ve seen you around the palace, you piqued my curiosity earlier on, watching you interact with everyone. You’re feisty with the handsy men at the bar, yet you give so much kindness to every person, I’ve never seen you stop to enjoy anything for yourself in my time watching you.” You furrow your eyebrows at his insinuation.

“Are you saying you allowed me to catch onto your ploy? Why would you do that?” You take a step closer to him as he pours himself a glass of deep red wine, he holds the bottle out to you, you nod your head, may as well have a drink if you’re forced to deal with this mess. He pours a second glass and slides it into your hand, before walking past you to sit on the couch.

“I told you, you piqued my interest, I will admit, I expected you to hold more over my head, ask for gold and riches, but alas you only asked for help for your friend, very in character for you little fox. So I’m here to offer you pleasure for yourself, and myself as well of course.” You take a rather large sip from your glass, the wine is sweet and rich on your tongue, you take two more sips before you reply.

“And if I decline?” Loki takes another sip, letting his tongue run over his lip as he sets the glass down, he beckons you over to him and for some reason your feet obey, you set your glass next to his and stand between his legs waiting for his response.

“You’ll lose nothing, I’ll still help the boy, and you’ll gain the knowledge that you’ve greatly bruised my ego. But I don’t think you want to decline, I think you want to accept but you’ve never allowed yourself to be selfish. Let me show how delicious selfishness can taste darling.” Loki grabs your hand and places an open mouthed kiss to the back of it, his green eyes never looking away from yours. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to relieve some of the ache that started to form the second your eyes landed on him in the throne room. His lips trail up your arm and he places another kiss to the crook inside your forearm.

“If I say yes to this, what will it mean? I do not want people to get the impression that I’m in bed with the king, how would you keep those rumors from forming?” Loki presses another kiss to your wrist, his other hand wrapping around your waist pulling you flush to him. His lips turn their attention to the skin of your chest, you feel him lick a line up the top of your right breast. He blows cool air on it, earning a soft whimper to escape your throat.

“Little fox, you will be in bed with the king. But do not worry about pesky rumors, I’m the god of mischief, trickery and deception. Our secret will be held between our lips and no one else’s.” His hands move to the back of your thighs, yanking you down, causing you to fall and straddle his lap. He buries his face in your neck. Loki kisses and teases the skin of your throat. You can’t help your hips from bucking slightly, grinding your clothed bodies together.

“And you won’t be upset if my experience is not on par with what you’re used to.” Loki pauses his hands and mouth, tilting his head to meet your eyes, you feel your skin heating under his gaze.

“Are you a virgin?” You shake your head, you weren’t, but your partners were few and far in between, you may as well be one.

“I’ve been told I’m an excellent teacher, we can learn your likes and dislikes together darling, so does this mean I have your consent for this arrangement?” You hold his eye contact a moment before nodding your head, saying the words out loud makes it feel too real, but you wanted— no — needed this man to tear you apart.

“Words darling, I won’t touch you unless I hear those words tumble from your beautiful lips.” Loki removes his hands from your thighs, placing them on the couch to emphasize his statement. You glare at him as he smirks, of course he’s going to force you to say it, maybe this wasn’t a good idea. You could still back out, but your body is aching for him, and he was right. When was the last time you were selfish? Your mouth speaks before your mind is even done contemplating. “Teach me how to be selfish, Loki.”

Loki’s hands move to the back of your neck, crushing your lips to his. He claims your mouth like he’s returned from a battle he was worried he’d lose. His fingers tangle in your hair. Loki’s teeth graze over your lip, you part them and he pushes his tongue inside your mouth. He hums as his tongue dances over yours, licking, exploring. His hand drifts down to your lower back, bringing your hips closer to his, his large hand splays out covering most of your lower back. He urges you to grind your hips and you oblige, the hand on your back goes lower and grips your ass as he continues to kiss you with fever. Loki stands, surprising you, you squeal as you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He carries you through the door you refused to walk through earlier, his hands grip your ass, his lips still attached to your own. He sets you down on the foot of the bed and kneels between your knees.

“Lay back darling, let me indulge your wicked desires.” Your eyes meet his for a split second before he presses a hand to your sternum encouraging you to lay back. He flips your skirts onto your chest, bunching them up over your hips, your lower half fully exposed to him now.

“No undergarments? Naughty little fox.” You feel your body heat at his words. “Now what is this?” His fingers brush against the small knife you concealed under your dress, he undoes your makeshift sheath and twirls the knife between his fingers.

“They’re useless, the dress hits my ankles, why should I wear them? Also that’s a knife, a woman has to stay safe in this palace somehow, wouldn't you agree?” Loki tosses the knife across the room and bites your inner thigh, you whimper at how close he is to your center. Another bite, a small kiss, and another bite before he responds.

“I will never chastise you for wearing less darling, if anything, I encourage it.” He presses another kiss to your thigh, so close to your center. “And thank you for your clarification, I was worried the knife was perhaps to be used against me.” You prop yourself up on your elbows, he meets your eyes and smirks before his mouth latches onto your wet cunt. Anything you were about to say was lost to the bliss, you drop back onto the bed and moan loudly as his tongue expertly works to push you closer to absolute pleasure. His fingers wrap around your thighs, bringing them to rest on his shoulders, your legs dangling against his back, your hips buck when his tongue circles your clit again, he sucks on it lightly as he peels his fingers away from one of your thighs. You feel the tip of his finger teasing your entrance, you moan again in approval, needing any part of him inside of you. He presses his long finger in slowly and curls it to hit a sensitive part of your walls, you whine as the pace of both his tongue and finger increase, you grind your hips down on his face long forgetting politeness while chasing your orgasm. One of your hands holds on the sheets while the other one slides down your body to grip his dark hair to hold him to your cunt.

“That’s it little fox, grind yourself against my face, take what is yours. Take your pleasure.” His tongue is back on you, but he’s actively avoiding your clit, you tug on his hair roughly and grind your hips down again trying to guide him to the right spot, you can feel his chuckle as he continues to tease you. You feel another finger press against your entrance before it slips in with ease. He works you open with his two fingers while his mouth continues to dangle your orgasm in front of you. Your second hand lets go of the sheets to tangle in his hair as well. You wrap your fingers around the soft dark hair and pull his head harshly against your cunt, moving your hips to force his mouth to go where you need. He finally stops the teasing and presses his tongue flat against your clit, your back arches off the bed at the contact, your hands still gripping his hair in a death grip. He leaves his tongue press flat against your clit but ceases his movements. You huff angrily at him before realizing what he’s doing, he wants you to use his mouth to cum, he wants you to grind your hips on his face and take your orgasm.

You begin to roll your hips against his tongue. His hand holding your thigh tightens, you feel him groan against your cunt as he curls his fingers against your walls. You roll your hips faster on his tongue, holding his head in place with an iron grip, you feel a thin sheen of sweat forming on your chest and neck as you work your way closer to orgasm. His fingers start to move in pace with your hips, allowing you to control your own pleasure fully. Your eyes screw shut and you moan loudly as you feel your orgasm building, you use your hands to move his head up and down with your hips to create more friction. Your chest is rising and falling erratically now, you turn your head to watch him between your thighs, his eyes already focused on you, Loki winks at you, his gaze is enough to send you over the edge, Your skin ignites with fire, your heart beating wildly, you hold his eye contact as you moan and whimper, your hips slowing as the aftershocks of your orgasm finish rolling through you. Loki’s fingers continue to move for a few moments after, before he slowly pulls them out of you. He removes your thighs from his shoulders, placing a kiss to each one. He pulls your shoes off your feet before standing to his full height again. Loki takes a step back, to admire how blissed out you look. He sticks his fingers into his mouth and licks them clean.

“Get up.” You shuffle off the end of the bed and stand in front of him, he twirls the finger that was just inside of you, your face heats as you turn around. Loki moves forward, pushing your hair over one of your shoulders, he places a soft kiss where your shoulder meets your neck. You hear a loud ripping noise, and watch as your dress falls off your shoulders and chest to pool at your feet on the ground.

“Loki! You can’t just rip my dress, what will I wear out of here?” Loki chuckles as he rips your corset off as well.

“Don’t worry darling, I have another dress for you to wear.” He pulls you flush against his chest, you feel his erection pressing into your lower back, his large hand fans out across your stomach, inching its way up to cup your breast, Loki leans over again to kiss the same spot as before, this time biting softly at the tense muscles there. His fingers tweak your nipple, you relax against his chest and allow him to explore your body further.

“You’re absolutely beautiful, my little fox, now lay against the headboard for me.” He pinches your nipple before stepping back. You stumble for a second at the loss of him supporting your weight. You crawl up the bed giving him a good look at your ass and glistening, wet cunt before laying down at the head of the bed like he asked.

“We’re going to play a little game. For me and you too I suppose, to get to know your interests better, spread your legs and arms.” You want to argue but he’s so intoxicating you can’t help but to obey his orders. You spread your legs and arms, the cool air hits your aching center and you try to bring your knees together but Loki wraps a hand around each of your ankles to spread your legs further. “You need to trust me for this game to work darling. Do you trust me?” Your gut instinct reaction says no, but he hasn’t given you any reason to not trust him yet so you nod your head. He smiles as he lets your legs go. The soft green glow reappears along with some soft looking black rope. Your eyes widen, you watch your own chest rising and falling wildly. Loki cocks an eyebrow and smirks.

“It seems you’re intrigued, we’ll start slow, I’ll tie your hands up above your head, and see how you like that.” You pout at his words, you want to touch him, you refuse to say this though, he does not need the ego boost and you were also very intrigued by the ropes. Loki kneels on the bed by your head, he grasps both your hands in his and wraps the soft rope around your wrists, tight enough so you can’t wiggle out but loose enough to be comfortable. He attaches the rope to the head of the bed leaving your arms completely immobile. “You look stunning like this, my naughty vixen.” Loki’s hands roam your body for a moment before he gets off the bed and moves to stand at the end of it. The familiar green glow and then he is holding some type of paddle, you frown and furrow your brow, the paddle disappears before you can even speak.

“Perhaps for another time.” Green glow, a small flogging device is held in his hand, similar to one an equestrian would carry for their animal. You glare this time and the flogger disappears, Loki smirks “Impact play may still be too new, we’ll come back to it.”

“I don’t want you to hit me Loki. I don’t see how anyone could find pleasure in that.” Loki’s hand trails up your calf in a reassuring way. “Darling, I’ll show you there is pleasure in everything, but for now we will move on.” The green glow reappears and now Loki is holding some kind of smooth instrument, you cock your head to the side and bite your lip. “Your interest is piqued isn’t it.” Loki spins the instrument in his hand, letting you get a better look at it. “It is, but what is that? What does it do?” Loki gives you a mischievous smile that makes your breath stop. Whatever the instrument was, it was bound to bring you pleasure.

“Why don’t I show you.” Loki kneels on the bed between your legs, you’re painfully aware that he’s still completely clothed while you’re stripped bare, spread and tied. The scene he’s unfolded should bring you shame, but you feel more liberated now than you ever have before. He places the smooth tip against your still wet entrance and slowly pushes it into you. The air is forced from your lungs when you realize this smooth object is some sort of dildo, you’ve never seen one like this before. He buries it inside of you, slowly moving it while his free hand rubs against your inner thigh, the motion gives you a burst of confidence, you grind your hips down to meet the shallow thrusts of his hand. Loki groans as he watches your cunt stretch around the toy. “You’re an eager little thing.” He removes it from you, leading you to whimper at the sudden empty feeling. He chuckles at your desperation. The green glow appears again, making the dildo and Loki’s clothes disappear.

You get the first glance at Loki’s naked body, his lean chest and body, the perfectly toned muscles. Your eyes lower to see the thick length between his thighs. You gasp at the size, “How in the realms is that cock supposed to fit inside me?” You can’t stop the words from tumbling from your lips. Loki pauses for a moment, his deep loud laugh rings throughout the room. “Little fox I’ve worked you open with my fingers and a toy, you’re more than ready to take my cock.” Your muscles clench at his words, he leans over you and places soft kisses against your stomach and chest, working his way closer to your neck. He pauses over your breast, biting sharply into the soft flesh there. You whimper loudly at the pain but Loki continues to kiss up your chest and neck until his lips are on yours again.

“Now darling, I’m going to fuck you like a dirty little whore. I want to hear you scream for me.” You’re prepared to hurl an insult at him for saying such degrading things but Loki’s cock teases against your entrance for a moment before he presses his hips forward, bottoming out in the first stroke. The air is forced from you once again as you feel him stretching you open. Your hands struggle against your bindings, wanting more than anything to sink your nails into the skin of Loki’s back. He pulls out of you and slams his hips forward again, he groans loudly and buries his head in the crook of your neck, his forearms on either side of your face to hold his weight off you. The sounds of your combined moans and his hips slapping against yours fills the room. Loki presses another sloppy open mouthed kiss to your lips. He pushes himself back up to his knees, grabbing your calves and bringing them over his shoulders, changing the angle that his cock is impaling you. You clench around him bringing another delicious groan from his lips.

He brings your calf to his lips and bites the soft skin there while thrusting himself into you. You tug on the rope again, arching your back off the bed needing more contact with him, he brings his hand down to your chest pressing firmly until your back meets the bed. His hand grips the skin of your stomach. “So selfish, you’ve already had one orgasm and you're chasing another, my little fox is a quick learner” His hand on your stomach moves lower so his thumb can rub achingly slow circles around your clit.

“It seems like you are in fact an excellent teacher Loki, I’ve rather enjoyed this lesson.” Your voice is breathy, filled with lust and bliss. Loki gives you another smile as he slams his hips against you rougher, creating a deliciously unforgiving pace. You were sure you’d feel this lesson tomorrow morning. You feel the way his cock drags against that extra sensitive spot inside of you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, pressing your head further into the bed, you screw your eyes shut to get a grip on the intense pleasure Loki is giving you. His hand shoots out to hold onto your jaw, angling your head down against your chest. “Open your eyes darling, I want you to watch me fuck you like the selfish slut I know you are.” Your eyes shoot open at his degrading words, you glare at him but don’t say anything, his dirty words send another shock of pleasure through you. Your mouth forms a small ‘o’ when he increases the speed and pressure of his thumb on your sensitive clit.

Loki’s hand on your jaw moves down to your throat squeezing lightly, he watches your reaction for a moment, you lock eyes with him, you moan, his eyes widen in excitement. He increases the pressure on your throat as he fucks himself into you, your legs still dangling over his shoulders. You curl your toes feeling your orgasm begin to build.

“Loki, please Loki” your mind isn’t able to form coherent sentences as you choke out the beg, he feels you clench around him further knowing you’re tiptoeing the edge of bliss, the fingers around your throat flexes as he buries his cock inside of you, speeding up his movements on your clit again. You feel the familiar pull in your lower stomach as he fucks you into your second orgasm of the night.

“Cum for me darling, come undone for your God.” His words push you over the edge, your body ignites again, you’re unable to keep your eyes open as it rips through you, at one point you’re certain you glow just like Loki has throughout the night. He fucks you through your orgasm, continuing with his unrelenting pace, his hips begin to stutter and his fingers flex around your neck, you open your eyes lazily just in time to see him come undone. His loud moan tears through your post orgasm haze as he pumps ropes of hot cum inside of you. His hips slow to a stop, but he doesn’t remove himself from you. He pulls your legs off his shoulders, wrapping them around his hips, Loki falls against your chest, burying his face in your neck once again. You can hear his labored breathing. He raises one hand and suddenly your wrists are free from their restraints. Your fingers find his hair quickly and you pull his head up to press a feverish kiss to his mouth. His forearms prop his weight up. His hips grinding his still half hard length inside of you as his tongue explores your mouth.

“My selfish vixen, you did wonderful, stay the night with me.” He mumbles the words against yours lips while his hips continue to grind into you, sparking another round of desire for him.

“What would the guards think if I were to stay Loki? I told you I don’t want rumors.” He moves his lips to your neck, your rational thoughts jumble as he presses hot kisses against your jugular vein.

“The guards saw you leave my chambers 20 minutes ago, little fox. Do you forget I am the God of Trickery? I have endless illusions and tricks to keep you hidden from prying eyes.” His hips move again and you instinctively wrap your legs around him tighter to keep him inside of you.

“You swear it?” Loki pulls away from your neck to look into your eyes, you see the depth of sincerity in them, his fingers move to rub at your scalp, you let out a small moan of delight as his fingers massage your head.

“I swear it on my soul, you will stay safe with me always.” He presses a small kiss to your lips before pulling away completely, you both hiss as he pulls out of your aching cunt, Loki places a soft kiss to your sternum before he stands from the bed, the green glow reappears and he holds a silky, lush green robe between his fingers. He motions you to stand with him. It takes you a few moments before you’re able to stand properly, your legs shaking, you glare at Loki again as he tries to hide a victorious smirk from you. He places the soft robe over your body.

“I’ll stay Loki, but only for the night.” You wrap the robe around you, letting your fingers trail over the soft material. “Yes of course darling, how about a bath to relax?” You smile at him as you walk on shaky legs towards the bathing room.

“Perhaps we can have our second lesson of the night in the tub.” The loud groan behind you makes you giggle, maybe having Loki teach you about your wicked desires wasn’t a bad arrangement after all.

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Valentione’s Day Chocolate

Emet-Selch x WoL (AFAB) smut Tags: Valentione's Day ; No Spoilers ; AFAB Warrior of Light ;They/Them Pronouns for Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV) ; Gender-Neutral Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV) ; Fluff and Smut

A/N:Emet smut! Finally posting my FFXIV fics on tumblr. Cuz I want to do headcanons and requests and stuff...... Anyways! This is just fluff and smut. No warnings just pure bastard ascian thirst quenching material.

You were resting in your room in the Pendants, sitting down at the dining table when Emet-Selch waltzed in. You were over trying to get him to leave at this point, the recurring encounters made you more accustomed to his insufferable personality.

"Hey! Stop it, this isn't for you!" You pulled the box of chocolates away from the Ascian, who already held one in his hand.

"Oh, please, you have dozens more on you little pile there, Hero, selfishness is not a good look for you." He said unbothered by your reaction. Emet-Selch gestured towards your stack of heart-shaped boxes, they were gifted to you by the people of the Crystarium all of them very eager to show their appreciation for the Warrior of Darkness.

"This one's different. This one…. It's from the Exarch." You mutter, tracing your fingers along the container.

"And? Is the chocolate any sweeter when it's handed to you by our friendly neighborhood hooded freak?"

"He's not-" you don't know why you feel the urge to defend the Crystal Exarch, but you feel very close to him, his devotion and wisdom are admirable and you felt a growing sense of fondness towards the anonymous Crystarium ruler. "I don't know why I'd even bother explaining these things to you." You shake your head, telling yourself not to waste your breath. "Looking at you Ascians I scarcely believe your kind would understand feelings."

Emet-Selch popped the round bonbon into his mouth before saying. "How cruel, Hero. I will have you know I feel as much as you do." He sighs disappointed "Perhaps even more, I'd argue." He muttered under his breath.

"Well then understand that this box is full of feelings, fondness, appreciation…"

"Strange, those don't translate that well into taste." He mused and crossed his legs "I must say I find your day of courtship is severely lacking. Is this all you do to show you care for another?"

You rolled your eyes "Well excuse us mortals for letting you down yet again." You close the violated box, sealing it back by tying the red ribbon over it. "Here you can have this one if you want candy that badly." You push a random package, pink and sparkly, towards Emet-Selch.

“Oh, Warrior, you shouldn’t have!” he feigned bashfulness and you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “I am very flattered, oh look you even wrote me a letter, let me see.” There was indeed a small piece of paper attached to the present, Emet-Selch unfolded the card before reciting “Dear Emet-Selch,” You huff in amusement, curious as to what the Ascian would make up “I pale in comparison to you and your kind, I am so grateful for your selflessness and your assistance during my meaningless quests.” You crossed your arms, not surprised by his antics, but then you weren’t expecting him to continue. “We are sworn enemies and yet I cannot quell the flames burning inside of me whenever I see you. I want nothing more than be ravished by you, every night I touch myself to the thought of y-”

“G-gods! That’s it your Valentione’s candy rights have been revoked.” You grab the box he held in his hands, taking it away from him, your face burning up at his shameless smirk. “Do you have nothing else to do besides teasing me for your own amusement? Just walk into your creepy portal and get a hobby already.” You get up from the table, pretending to be cleaning things up.

“Ah, you’d be surprised at how enjoyable it is to watch you squirm.” But he got up right behind you. “So much passion, Hero. Who would’ve thought you garnered such feelings for me.”

“Pff, you wish. And there is no passion or feelings in that letter, who’s to say I didn’t just want you to fuck me and that’s it.” You turned around to face him. He was way closer than you expected him to be and you stumble backward a bit, yet he steps right back into your personal space.

“If I were to fuck you, Hero, it'd most certainly be with passion, I can assure you." He smiled and reached to caress your hair.

“You’re the worst.” You averted your gaze, embarrassed by the closeness and his gentle touch, yet you didn’t move away. Of course you didn’t, you were attracted to that bastard for some reason and you cursed yourself endlessly for it. “Don’t say shit you don’t mean just to get a reaction out of me.”

He grabbed your face by your chin, his touch now rough, forcing you to look at him. “I’ve told you before, Hero. I do not lie.” His tone is now low and he delights himself seeing you get goosebumps on your skin as he caresses your arm with his free hand. “Though I cannot deny how much I enjoy your reactions.”

It annoyed you how readable you were to him, every part of your body seemed to betray you and clearly show him exactly how much you were affected by his presence. You couldn’t even process the fact he started closing the gap between you until you felt his lips press against yours. You let out a tiny gasp in surprise, parting your lips slightly, he pressed himself closer deepening the kiss and pushing his tongue into your mouth. You started kissing him back and you could feel him smile against your lips, his mouth growing hungrier as he guided you back against the table you were just talking on.

You sat on the table, glad you managed to put away the gifts giving you some space to rest on. Emet nudged himself in between your legs, you spread them wider unconsciously giving him more space, welcoming him closer. “So pliant to my touch, dear hero.” He murmurs, his hands gripping your waist as he starts kissing your neck. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“Please… Touch me…” You plead softly before you can get too self-conscious about sounding needy. You’re instantly rewarded with the feeling of his gloved hand slipping under your top, reaching to play with one of your breasts. His other hand slowly unbuttoning said blouse, while he peppered your revealed skin with kisses. Once your torso was fully exposed you fought the urge to cover yourself as Emet-Selch’s persistent gaze never left your upper body.

“You’ve tempted me for far too long, Warrior of Light…” he spoke more to himself than to you, shaking his head before diving to kiss one of your nipples while his hand tugged at the other. You bit your lips to try and stifle your groans, but Emet tsked at you. “Don’t hide your voice from me, I wish to hear it.” He smiled devilishly. “The more pathetic you sound the happier I get.” To punctuate his phrase he blew on your slickened pink bud, making your breath hitch.

“Y-you really are the worse.” You shook your head, cheeks flushed at the way he played with your body as a practiced musician did with their instrument.

“Maybe so…” He mused, gripping your bottoms to undress you further. “But will I find you dripping for the awful being before you? How come my virtuous hero finds themselves in this predicament? Submissive, pliant, needy, beneath their villain’s touch…” He smirked and kissed his way down your body as your garments were pulled down, leaving you completely bare while the Ascian was fully clothed. The contrast made you shiver with anticipation, his words were going straight to your core, the sheer wrongness of this whole setting was infuriatingly arousing. Emet was on his knees between your legs, you could feel his hot breath on your skin. He looked at you straight in the eyes as he pulled his glove off with his teeth, right before using his now bare fingers to spread your lips open. “Maybe you’re not such a good warrior to your Goddess after all, are you? From here all I see is a depraved, needy little thing.”

“Emet, p-please…” His touches were fleeting and his mouth left wet kisses on her inner thigh.

“Hm?” He looked up, feigning innocence.

“Please I need you…”

“You are so greedy with your words, pray share them with me. What do you need of me?” His fingers gently rubbed your entrance, you moan still trying to sort your words out while he teased you. He sighed. “What is it, do you want my fingers deep inside your cunt? Want me to spread you open with my fingers and make you come on them?” You nodded profusely at his suggestions and he plunged a digit into your entrance with no warning pulling a gasp from your lips before he kept talking. “You want my mouth on you? Want me to use my tongue to bring you to completion while you whine and try to grind against my mouth?”

“Yes! Gods yes.” With that his lips were on you.

He kissed your pussy still stretching it with his finger, he added a second digit as he started licking and teasing your clit. You couldn’t help but gasp and moan under his ministrations, his hands reached everywhere inside of you and his mouth was absolutely sinful. You softly begged him not to stop, as his fingers curled inside you and his warm tongue circled your sensitive nub. You cried out coming around him, you didn’t even notice you had you hand gripping his hair until you were coming down from the high. You were aching still, you were pretty sure you’d go insane if you didn’t get filled with the Ascian’s cock in the next few minutes.

“M-more…”

“Insatiable little thing, aren’t you?” his usual condescending tone was betrayed by his visible erection. “Want your pretty little cunt filled with my cum? Broken little thing, you are…” Your vision was hazy, you were lost in both the afterglow and the arousal that was building up again inside you. You weren’t watching his movements, all you could focus on was his amber eyes blown out with lust and the filthy words he spoke into your ear, soon enough you felt his tip tease your entrance, rubbing it up and down against your slit.

“Don- Don’t do this… ah… to me.” you were tired of his teasing, it was bordering on cruelty at this point. “Need you inside me…”

That seemed to persuade him enough because he started pressing into your warm entrance at once. His lips went back to kissing yours as he bottomed out inside, the kiss was desperate and passionate, the way his mouth consumed you arousing you further as you felt his dick stretching your walls.

“All the way in…” he announced and kissed your forehead gently, giving you a moment to adjust. You nodded violently giving him permission to move already and he smiled at your eagerness. His thrusts started deep and steady, your moans filling the room each time he hit just the right spot inside of you. “Is this what you need, Hero? You need to be filled, hm? Only I can make you feel complete, my dear warrior.” He pulled your hair and looked into your eyes, as you struggled to keep your eyes open. “I see you. I know what you need and only I can give it to you.”

You cried out for him as his pace quickened, you could feel your second orgasm approaching quickly but you wanted to come to his voice speaking more filthy things to you. He noticed it too, smirking at you before continuing to speak. “Come around my cock, my needy broken little hero. Do it and I’ll give you my cum, I’ll fill you up like you need to be filled. I will ruin you for anyone else.” You moaned and scratched his clothed back as he fucked you through your climax. He didn’t stop pounding you. “That’s it, that’s my good little hero… Fuck…” He groaned feeling you clenching around him, his pace faltering until he came inside you.

The both of you breathe heavily before Emet kissed your forehead. You close your eyes still catching your breath as you hear the familiar ‘snap’ of the Ascians fingers, you open your eyes to find you both in bed.

“Didn’t take you for a cuddler.” you teased him as you felt his arms holding you from behind. “You’ll find I am full of surprises.” You can hear the smirk on his voice, you huffed before nudging closer to him and closing your eyes, sinking into sleep.

You wake up alone, a red box of chocolates placed on your nightstand addressed to “my good little hero”.

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 3 years

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Kar’taylir Darasuum

AN ESSAY ON LOVE IN MANDALORIAN CULTURE

A/N: This post has been a long time coming and I am SORRY for that. The lovely @darkmist111 wanted to know more about courtship and romance as it pertains to the world of Resol’nare, and well... I sort of got carried away with research and head cannons and... well, you’ll see.

Quick links: Resol’nare // Hokan’yc // Mando’a Dictionary

WC: 2.3k

Warnings: mentions of violence, death - they are a culture of warriors, my friends, it’s unavoidable.

thank you so much for this ask and for your patience while i worked on it! oh boy buckle up here we go:

Courtship

Courtship in Mandalorian culture is often a very short time period. Relationships move quickly from one stage to the next, because Mandalorians know better than many cultures that tomorrow is never promised. That being said, they don’t just pair off indiscriminately, and while physical appearance holds little to no weight in terms of attraction, there are other things that do certainly tip the scales.

For someone like Din, brought up in an extremely strict covert with an adherence to The Way of the Mandalore that leaves very little room for interpretation, the most attractive trait a person can have is skill as a fighter. Knowing that the person they are pledging their soul to is capable of not only watching their six in battle, but protecting themselves and any children that might be in the family (foundlings or otherwise) is extremely important to Mandalorians. As such, many courtships begin while Mandos are in the final stages of training, when they begin to leave the covert to go on missions. (See Hokan’yc for Din’s story of young love at this stage in his life, and meet Aashi Zurn, the Mando who bested him in the sparring chamber and won his heart in the process.)

Trust and loyalty are extremely important to Mandalorians when seeking a partner. Marriage in Mandalorian culture is meant to be forever- eternal- as Mandalorians believe that their souls live on after death, and remain connected to their loved ones until the end of time. Depending on the level of anonymity the individuals in question choose as a lifestyle (i.e. helmets on at all times or removed in front of others, names known or unknown), Mandalorians might show their trust in a partner by telling them something personal about themselves, something that they would normally keep a secret either out of pride or protection. This is usually returned in kind, a sort of exchanging of secrets that begins the binding of their two souls together that will continue throughout their relationship so that if/when they choose to marry, they are speaking the truth when they say that they know one another- in a way that no one else ever will.

Some small ways that Mandalorians will show affection or appreciation for one another during their courtship and long into their relationship (because Mandalorians don’t just fall in love and settle, they keep falling deeper into it, letting it grow stronger) include: helping them clean their armor or weapons, tending to any aches and pains from old injuries- most Mandalorians make their own herbal salves that they use to soothe inflammation or to help heal scarring, and sharing from your own personal blend to provide comfort for your partner goes a long way. (This will come up in more than one way in Resol’nare, so look out for that in the future.) sharing or preparing a favorite meal, and in the event that they really want to emphasize their feelings, they will give a piece of their own armor to their partner, showing that they are ready to view them as a part of themselves, ready to protect them with their own life if necessary.

The tradition of wearing the armor of their beloved comes from ancient times, when a Mandalorian fell in love with another who was a member of an enemy clan and had been captured by her people. To protect her lover from those who would kill them on sight just based on the sigil or coloring of their armor, she traded some of her plates with some of theirs so that they could escape unnoticed. Once two Mandalorians are wed, not even blood feuds between clans can come between them, so the exchanging of armor became seen as a sort of intention to marry for many Mandalorians.

Because Mandalorian culture takes root in various other cultures, some traditions from those other cultures cross over into theirs. For example, while no Mandalorian would ever make the mistake of asking a woman’s father for her hand in marriage and Mandalorian women are seen as complete equals and therefore able to make their own choices when it comes to their partners, some clans will still partake in common practices like introducing their intended to their family or announcing their engagement to their families and loved ones before making it known to others in the community. While jewlery is extremely uncommon in Mandalorian culture (unless it is functional, such as a beskar collar style necklace) engagement tokens like pendants engraved with the two names or rings either without stones, or rings with low profile stones inlaid into the bands- in some cases a gemstone will be embedded within the metal on the underside of the band, where it makes contact with the finger- are considered standard in most other cultures, so they are sometimes still exchanged but are in no way necessary to solidify an engagement or an intent to marry.

Marriage

The actual vows exchanged between Mandalorians are short and to the point, and there is no required ceremony, no officiant or witness needed, no record keeping of any sort, so the actual wedding is usually done just between the two individuals in private. Traditionally they are as follows:

"Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde" which translates to "We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors."

Once the vows are said, the marriage is official and the Riduurok bond is forged and must be acknowledged and respected by all Mandalorians.

Newlyweds will lift the helmet of their spouse once the vows have been sworn so that they may be sealed more intimately. In the case of Mandalorians who keep their faces hidden, this may be the first time that one or both of them sees the other without their helmet. In other cases, the removal of their riduur’s armor is merely symbolic.

Although there are no formalities that need to happen in order to legitimize a marriage, there are of course some traditions and rituals that are completed which Mandalorians believe safeguard and strengthen their bond with their spouse. These include getting specific tattoos, and adding each other’s sigil to armor or weapons.

Riduurok Tattoos

Tattooing is an important part of Mandalorian culture. Regardless of their culture of origin, where they come from, or how they choose to interpret the Creed, it is rare to come across an adult Mandalorian with no tattoos. Even the New Mandalorians under Satine’s pacifist regime continued to carry on tattooing, though not as extensively or ritualistically as the more orthodox communities like the one that Din, Paz and The Armorer come from. For them it was done more for decorative purposes. Though their designs still pay homage to shapes and motifs that are meaningful to all Mandalorians, they also include more aesthetic design elements such as florals, vines or stars.

Typically a Warrior will receive their first tattoo when they complete their training at thirteen; a thick black chevron shaped cuff on their left bicep. This symbolizes that they are part of the larger Tribe of Mandalorians outside of their own clans, and serves to remind them of the duty that they have to protect all Mandalorians. They have to look at it each time they don or remove their armor, and in the abhorrent event that they are stripped of their armor in defeat, the ink serves as symbolic beskar so that they remain protected in the afterlife. Bands and chevrons are added to symbolize achievements in battle or heroic action to protect their covert.(Din has five bands on his left arm, the latest one just below his elbow- his first when he completed mandatory training at 13, his second when he completed additional elite training, his third when helped relocate the covert to Nevarro- see Hokan’yc- his original covert was located on Dantooine- his fourth when he was injured protecting a group of foundlings, and the fifth after claiming the Darksaber. He would absolutely have more bands had he not spent so much time away from the covert. He absolutely will have more bands by the time Resol’nare ends.) For Mandalorians who live a long life or are extremely skilled fighters, it is not uncommon for these bands to cover the entire arm from mid bicep to wrist. If more space is needed, another chain of bands is added to the left thigh ranging downwards. It is said that no Mandalorian has ever completely covered their entire left side, simply because in a war-based culture, life expectancy is cut short.

Mythosaur skulls, clan signets, troop affiliations and words or short phrases in Mando’a are also typical designs that Mandalorians may choose to have done. The Mythosaur is usually tattooed on the back while the right bicep is where Mandalorians will honor their families in their chosen way. Usually it is by adding their clan signet, names of loved ones or parents, or even symbols or patterns that are significant to their culture of origin. ( Navina has a tattoo on her right arm to pay tribute to her mother’s- who was a foundling- culture. It will be revealed in an upcoming chapter so that is all that I can say about that! Din also has the Mythosaur skull inside of a triangle on the right side of his chest, and his Mudhorn signet on his right shoulder.)

Riduurok tattoos are placed on the left side or center of the chest, over the individual’s heart, and are done as soon as possible after marriage vows are sworn. Taking the shape of the Kar'ta Beskar, Mandalorians personalize them by adding their spouse’s name in Mando’a in the empty space in the middle of the design. Like the arm bands, these are also meant to symbolize armor of sorts. They represent the way that married couples remain connected no matter if they are together or apart; that they are one, an integral part of the other, even in death. They also signify the strength gained through marriage, as well as the protection a Mandalorian vows to provide for their partner. Love is seen as something that fortifies, never weakens, and that is represented in this tattoo as well.

(Terrible graphic made with love by me)

This particular tattoo comes directly from a Mandalorian myth predating modern record keeping. Legend has it that long ago, a Mandalorian warrior returned home from battle, eager to see his riduur after so much time away. When he arrived, however, he found only her lifeless form, the soul of the one he had tied himself to no longer inhabiting the flesh and bone of her body. She had been slain, taken from him and from their life together, and it opened in him a new capacity for rage, something far more fierce than fire. It is said that in the moment that the Mandalorian warrior saw what had happened in his absence, vengeance itself was unleashed into existence.

The warrior, fueled by this new urge, this extreme desire to avenge the death of his wife, tracked down the marauders who were responsible for her death and killed them one by one. The last of them, as he watched the Mandalorian take his accomplices’ lives, did not beg or grovel. He could see that it would do no good. Instead, he confessed that he did not think that Mandalorians had the capacity to love so deeply as to inspire such retaliation, that he did not think Mandalorians were open to things that could make them weak, things like love.

“Only fools like you would think that love makes one weak.” he spat at the man. “True love is power, it is strength- it is the joining of two into one and nothing, not even death can diminish it. But you? Death will erase your soul and before long you will be forgotten.”

The Mandalorian warrior killed the final marauder then, and as he did the pure rage that he felt upon discovering the death of his riduur quieted. Instead, he felt her presence, as though she were there to wrap her arms around him. He felt her strength enter his heart, and though he would mourn her loss immensely, he knew that she would never truly be gone, that he would always carry her and that they would reunite when his journey came to an end. As a tribute to his riduur and what she would always mean to him, the warrior etched her name over his heart in ink, encasing it in the oblong diamond shape of the Kar'ta Beskar, symbolizing that she is the source of his strength, a kind of armor that protected him from facing eternity alone. From then on, Mandalorians added the Riduurok Tattoo into their marriage rituals.

Clan Sigils

In the case that both Mandalorians have already been assigned sigils, or if they have sigils that they inherited from their own clans, they will either combine both symbols into one new one, or they will add their spouse’s sigil right beside their own on their armor and/or weapons. (In Resol’nare, Navina’s beskar kal that she inherited from her father- thanks of course to Firo- displayed the sigils of both of her parents, as well as her own name)

If only one of the two can claim a sigil as their own distinct mark, they will extend it to their spouse as they extend every part of themselves through marriage, and if neither one has been assigned a sigil, they will both take the sigil of the first one who is assigned one.

It is completely up to the individuals regarding whether or not they will choose to take their spouse’s name- the important thing is that they are under the same sign, as their sigils are yet another bond that they carry into the afterlife that helps them reunite once both have rejoined the Manda.

THANK YOU AGAIN TO @darkmist111 for this request. I had a lot of fun thinking about and writing this, and it was a great way for me to finally dive back into the world of Resol’nare. :)

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cloudybarnes · 3 years

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Birthday Presents | S.S

Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x reader

Summary: Stefan hasn't seen his two best friends y/n and Lexi for years. Upon his return to Mystic Falls (set in season 1), Lexi and Y/n decide to surprise him for his birthday.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: none

Masterlist

A/N: this will not follow exactly how Lexi met up with Stefan for his birthday!

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You couldn't stop the grin that was eating up your face as you packed your small bag. Lexi stood leaning on the doorway, watching you with a smirk. "I don't see why you're even packing. We could just get new clothes when we get to Mystic Falls."

You shook your head, still smiling, and turned to her. You zipped your bag shut, and sauntered over to her. When you were close enough, you poked her nose. "You silly goose, I'm not packing clothes. These are for Stefan's birthday." You placed your bag down and unzipped it, crouching to open the flap and show her what you packed. "A framed picture of the three of us from 1948, the first letter I wrote to him in the war, a framed photo of him, Damon and I, and this," you pulled out a dangling sword pendant.

Lexi gasped, crouching down next to you. "You didn't." She grabbed the necklace from you and very gently examined it. "There's no way you could have found this. I watched Stefan throw it into the ocean during one of his ripper phases. Is it a dupe?"

You smirked and lifted the matching one you wore out from under your shirt. Grasping the necklace back from Lexi, you held them side by side, and looked at her expectantly. "Come on, put yours here, too."

She grabbed hold on the tiny sword that was dangling around her neck, and brought it closer to the other two. When placed together, the tips of the swords linked from a magnetic pull, and changed colors. Lexi laughed, "Oh my god, this is amazing. How did you ever find it?"

You shrugged, zipping your bag and standing up to leave. "After Stefan threw it into the ocean, I just swam down for it. Honestly, I forgot I had put it in my box for when he was back to normal, so now his lost friendship necklace is a birthday present."

Lexi shook her head a grinned, slinging her arm over my shoulder. "You're amazing, you know that?"

You chuckled, "Yes, but keep reminding me; it inflates my ego."

She cackled, and shoved your shoulder away from her. In a flash, the two of you started on your run to Mystic Falls.

Once you arrived in Mystic Falls, your first place to look was the old Salvatore Boarding House. At the front door, you turned to Lexi. "We aren't actually going to knock, are we?"

She chuckled, "Hell no. I say we give Stefan a scare. Nothing like lurking vampires to get your blood pumping, right?"

You smirked. Lexi and you together were a devilishly good combination. You get into trouble, pull pranks, and just have a load of fun. "Let's do it."

You silently opened the door of the boarding house, and used your vampire hearing to locate those inside. You could hear Stefan talking, and after waiting a few seconds, you heard the sounds of his brother Damon arguing with him.

You snickered, and Lexi rolled her eyes at the sounds of them bickering. You set your bag down in the living room, and motioned up the stairs for Lexi and you to get up with the Salvatores.

You used my super speed to get up the steps and into Stefan's room where the brothers stood. Lexi trailed behind you. Without them seeing, you sped in between them so they could just make out the flash of someone running by. Then, you hid behind a dresser waiting for your time to come out again.

"Looks like we have company, brother." Damon stated, looking around the room wide-eyed. "Guess your rant will have to wait."

Lexi sped behind Damon, causing him to spin around, trying to see her.

Stefan growled, "Show yourself! Quit playing games and come out."

His eyes scanned the room, as Damon not-so-stealthily grabbed a wooden stake and threw it to Stefan.

You rolled your eyes and super sped up to Stefan, pushing him back against the wall, pinning the hand of his that held the stake against the wall. You grinned as he took in the sight of me, "Hello, Stefan."

His eyes were wide, but his smile was even wider. "Y/n," he breathed out.

Next to him on the wall, Lexi pinned Damon, hitting his head in the process. "Ugh," Damon groaned in pain, "and Lexi."

You giggled, releasing Stefan from the wall so you could give him a hug. "Happy Birthday, Stefan! Lexi and I missed you and wanted to celebrate together."

Lexi released Damon, and you stepped out of Stefan's hug so he could greet her as well.

Damon came up to you and lightly punched your shoulder. "Finally decided to come pay us a visit, Y/n?"

You grinned, and jokingly slapped him upside the head before pulling him into a hug as well. "Yeah, yeah. A girl's got a life, Damon. I've been really busy these last few years."

Damon chuckled as you pulled back and walked over to Stefan to give him a light punch in the shoulder. "I missed you, dude. It's been too long since I've actually been able to come with Lexi and celebrate with you."

Stefan grinned, "Yeah, finally you decide to pay your best friend a visit."

Damon shook his head, "Are we sure Y/n is really here to see you, Stefan? I mean, we all know she likes me more than she likes you."

You rolled your eyes, "Sure, Damon. That's why in 1942 I pushed you off that cliff; cause you're my favorite Salvatore." You teased with a light smile.

Damon chuckled, "knew it."

"Anyway," Lexi grinned, "Stefan, because it is your birthday, we're spending the entire day together!"

You perked up, "Oh! I also got some things for you for your birthday."

Stefan groaned, smiling. "You didn't have to get anything for me, Y/n/n. Just you two being here is good enough."

Lexi scoffed, "Yeah, right. Y/n, go get the presents."

You giggled and super sped out to the living room and back, returning with your bag in hand. "Okay, I didn't have time to wrap anything, so just close your eyes and I'll place things in your hand one at a time."

Stefan rolled his eyes, but complied. Once his eyes were shut, and his hands were outstretched, you placed the first gift in his hands.

Opening his eyes, he saw the framed photo of him, Lexi, and you. Stefan stood in the middle of you two with his tailored suit. You and Lexi stood wearing old dresses, and matching hats. Your hair was perfectly curled to the style of the 40s.

"Wow," Stefan gasped. "I can't believe you have this picture, thank you so much, Y/n."

Lexi peered over his shoulder to look at it. "Wow, we looked so posh in the 40s, Y/n."

You smiled, "Yeah we did. And you're welcome, Stefan. Now close your eyes again; I have a few more gifts for you."

He closed his eyes once more, and you put the framed photo of you, him, and Damon in his hands. This peeked Damon's interest, because he was now the one to look over Stefan's shoulder.

"Well would you look at that." Damon sighed.

Stefan looked at the picture and smiled sadly. Things must not be going so well with Damon, especially after that arguing you walked in on. "This is great, Y/n. It's nice to look back and see us all when things were simpler."

You nodded, "I'm glad you like them, but I have two more gifts for you, which I think you'll like more than the photos."

You giddily handed him the first letter you wrote to him before he even had the chance to close his eyes.

"The first letter you wrote to me when I went off to war." Stefan stated, amazed. "How do you even have this? I thought it got burned up in battle."

You grinned, "Have more faith in me, Stefan. You know I never lose important things."

"Brother, read it to us. I want to know what Y/n said while you were away." Damon said, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall.

Stefan looked at me, seemingly remembering what you had written on that sheet of paper. "Are you all right with me sharing this?"

You nodded, "Of course. It's your letter, you can do what you like with it." You smiled. Lexi came over and wrapped her arm around your shoulder, placing her head on yours. Seems like she remembers what you wrote on this as well.

"Okay then," Stefan cleared his throat and began reading.

"My Dearest Stefan,

We have not been a part from one another since before our initial meet, so you may be able to see how this is effecting me. I truly miss your presence more than anything the world has to offer. Your smile, your laugh, your wit, and your charm are all missing from my life, and I do not wish for it to be that way. I do not want to ever see another time we are not with each other. Alas, I sided with Lexi on the decision to send you off in search of finding your self, or I would be right beside you.

Lexi and I are taking care of Damon for you. (More so me; you know how Lexi feels of him). I will do my best to make sure he is someone you can depend on for when you return. If I am unsuccessful, and Damon is still Damon, you will at least have Lexi and I for the rest of eternity. (While I do think the time I am spending with Damon is helping, he is still ruthless. I will do my best to show him humanity and kindness before your return).

Though I do thoroughly enjoy my time spent with Damon, I tremendously miss my favorite Salvatore man. Lexi is great company as well, but she does not make me feel the way you do, Stefan. My heart aches to be with you again, and maybe when that day comes I will be able to confess how I feel. I am counting down the days til we meet again. For now, I leave you with this letter, and a piece of my love.

Yours,

Y/n Y/l/n"

A faded lipstick mark is left on the bottom of the stained paper.

Damon hummed, "Intense. I like the talk of me, though I thought you were spending time with me because you liked me."

You giggled, "I do like you Damon. You're a good friend when you want to be, and the time I spent with you while Stefan was away made my days more fun. I was never forced to spend time with you, Damon. You were my friend, not my experiment."

He smirked, "I know, I was messing with you. Now how about we talk about that little love confession at the end of your letter? I take it Stefan didn't feel the same? I don't recall you two ever getting together."

You rolled your eyes, "We just never brought it up when he came back."

Stefan lightly smiled at you, "we can talk about the letter later. Let's see my last present, yeah?"

You grinned and looked to Lexi who smiled back at you. "Okay, but you actually have to close your eyes this time. This is the one I've been waiting to give to you."

Stefan playfully rolled his eyes, but still shut them and held his hands out.

You giggled as you placed the sword necklace into his hands. When he opened his eyes and saw what it was, Stefan gasped.

He started slowly shaking his head, looking from the necklace, to you, to Lexi, then back to the necklace. "There's no way. There is literally no way this is my necklace from 1874. I, I threw it into the ocean. How did you get this?"

You smirked, and grabbed it from him. You walked over and stood behind him to fastened it around his neck. "I told you Stefan, I never lose things that are important."

Taking out your necklace that dangled under your shirt, you motioned Lexi to come over. She grinned and pranced over to us so we stood in a close triangle. You stretched yours out and touched tips with both of theirs. The metal sword tips stuck together, and the necklaces started to glow different colors.

Pulling yours back, you looked at Stefan who couldn't stop the grin from eating up his face.

You giggled, "I take it you like your birthday gifts?"

Stefan didn't respond. He instead pulled you into a tight hug and whispered in your ear. "These are amazing, Y/n. You're amazing; I can't believe you're here and you brought all of this back for me."

He pulled away and stared into your eyes. With your super hearing, you noticed Lexi and Damon leaving the room.

"I never did get to address your letter. I was scared to talk about it when I got back home in fear of your mind being changed." Stefan lightly smiled.

You stared up at him, your heart beating. Stefan definitely heard your heart rate pick up because he chuckled. "I still have feelings for you, Stefan. I know not seeing each other for a little while may have put a strain on our relationship, but I feel as if we never parted."

He grinned, "I feel the same way. I've loved you since you first said hello to me, Y/n, and I'd be a fool to turn you away now that I finally have my chance to be with you."

You giggled, "Technically you had a chance back when you came home from war, but I'll let it slide."

Stefan playfully rolled his eyes and cradled your cheeks in his warm hands, "Good. That means I can do this."

Stefan confidently closed the distance between your lips. You eyes fluttered shut as you felt the soft touch of Stefan's lips. You trailed your fingers up to his hair and got lost in the moment. Kissing Stefan was like riding on top of clouds. He was soft and light with his kiss. It was confident but not overbearing.

Out of breath, you pulled back from him, but kept your faces close by resting your forehead on his. Your eyes slowly opened and saw his already staring back at you.

He grinned, "I think that was my favorite present of them all."

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