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eremiie · 3 years

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pretty for the camera

❥ nsfw | 4.8k words | camboy!eren x reader

❥ content - breeding kink, exhibitionism, choking, dumbification

❥ you had no problem just being behind the scenes of eren’s little livestreams until you catch a glimpse of his comment section. maybe it was time he needed to bring on a guest.

based on this ask here!

ty to @murmikaa @arlerted for beta reading, ily guys!

ewrose: wanna replace ur hand w mine

min1103: fuck u look so good

yasminab: holding my phone with one hand rn

lyssa1997: if only i was there to help you out<3

you made a disgruntled sound as you scrolled through the comment section of eren's live. it was comment after comment, and even though your face would scrunch up in displeasure at each lewd remark, you continued to let your finger drag across the screen to see more.

you didn't know why it made your stomach turn, you were the one who told eren it was okay. you told him you were fine with him recording videos of himself for the internet to see, you told him you were okay with him live streaming while you twisted in a chair in the corner of the room.

you had no reason to be upset when he was the one who repeatedly said, "are you sure, baby? i don't have to do this." and you repeatedly brushed him off and said it was fine. on the plus side, it put a few extra bucks in his pockets for the both of you.

you weren't the jealous type. if you were you probably wouldn't even be able to sit in the same room with him as his hand worked himself in front of a camera in front of hundreds of people. but it was something about the way they talked so explicitly about what belonged to you that made you pout, that made you sink into the chair and glance eren's way one too many times.

but what good would come out of you complaining? watching eren with envy as if he didn't fuck you good every other night— as if that couldn't be you beside him, showing his stream what belonged to you, or better yet having him show his stream what belonged to him.

your legs falls from the seat of the chair until your toes touch the carpet. your hand slips under eren's shirt that you wore, unclasping your flimsy bra and letting it fall around your waist. grabbing the hem of the shirt, you scrunch it between your hands and pull it over the top of your head. once you're in nothing but your panties, you stand up from the chair, making as little noise as possible and toeing over to stand next to the camera.

catching sight of him again almost left you awestruck. the imagery of his head being thrown back and him grunting while his attention lied on the tip of his cock. he must've felt you staring at him because he pulls forward again, half-lidded green eyes meeting yours, making you blink a few times and snap out of the trance he put you in.

a warm smile was thrown his way and his gaze trails down your body, taking every inch of you in before he looks to the camera. It's amusing how he quirked his brow when his eyes met yours again.

you didn't blame him. you had never done this before, never had the courage to do this. but once again, it needed to be known that you were an actual person, that there was someone behind the camera that got eren's attention when it was off.

he doesn't speak and doesn't even try to, he just lets his eyes tell you all about it so subtly. you were interrupting his stream but he couldn't let the people watching know that.

your finger points to the camera while your other hand trails from the curve of your breasts to the soft skin of your stomach, passing the hem of your underwear and rubbing at the fabric, a silent message to eren that you hope he'd understand.

eren's hand slows in his strokes and his tongue smoothed over his bottom lip, eyes meeting yours again. a raise of his eyebrow asks you if you were sure. you've never joined one of his streams before; this is a first and he wanted you to be certain.

miathesl4t: what is he doing

mochibts: ??? the show must go on

you nod your head and step one foot forward, pausing for a moment until eren scoots back on the bed. he lets go of himself and watches you saunter over until you stop between his legs.

you're aware that hundreds of eyes were on you now. they're probably studying the curve and dimples of your back, the cotton fabric of your underwear, and the soft skin that only eren got to feel under his hands.

the light highlighted every dip of your body and every inch of you while the camera stared at you so dauntingly. it made your body tense. you want to shy away, but this was a decision that you made. you get as close to eren as possible, wanting to feel his skin up against yours to feel that comfort that he brought to you, help you ease up.

yasminab: wait who's that

mayle.e: omg um???

your leg swings over one side of him, then the other, straddling his lap. warm hands settle on your hips while his cock sat taut against his stomach between you both.

"what's up?" he murmurs, only low enough for you to hear.

your hands come up to cup his jaw, tan skin hot in your grasp. he turns his head to press his lips to your hand,softening up at the feel of you. he almost completely forgets he's recording because that's the effect you alone have on him.

his reputation precedes him— someone who has never met him before, who only knows him from his streams, his filthy videos, and pictures would say something completely different about him than you would.

you, however, knew how tender he could be, how loving he could be. you also knew what he put up for the camera wasn't completely a sham because well... you've experienced it first hand, and you reckoned if you asked kindly you could experience it again.

"want you to fuck me." your nearly whispering to him as you spoke.

"on camera?" he's not taken aback, he knew that you knew what you were getting into the second you stepped foot in front of the camera. if you wanted to back out now he wouldn't mind. he'd never force you to do something you didn't want— even if it would disappoint the watchers, even if it would disturb his live.

"on camera." you roll your hips forward, his hands on either side of you tightening as he hums. pink lips press against your shoulder before he rests his head on it, verdigris eyes meeting the camera again with a small smirk.

"we have a guest guys." his voice is sing-song, eren failing to hide his excitement because he was excited. excited to show you off, excited for his followers to see you in all your glory, to see what was his like you wanted them to, to see who fucked you dumb every chance he got.

erenwhore21: i did not sign up for this

you turn your head to the side so your profile is showing, fluttering your eyes at the camera as if you were a natural-born star that was made for it, and you give a shy smile as you lean forward into eren. his body on yours was a haven. "hi."

erenwhore21: but i am not complaining

lillilyx: HE GOT A GF omg

erenwhore21: he didn't say that

"she wants me to fuck her on camera." eren's hand comes up to turn your head towards him, pulling you closer by your jaw and pressing a kiss to your bottom lip while his other hand moves down to squeeze at your ass— an abrupt slap making you yelp. "isn't that nasty?"

your eyes roll at the irony of his words— as if not moments ago he was getting off for the eyes of strangers.

"so what do you want, baby? tell them what you told me."

your hands slip over his shoulders and your arms dangle behind them. you lean forward to peck eren's lips as his hand slides underneath your underwear to grip the flesh of your cheeks. "i said, i want you to fuck me."

he reciprocates your kiss and his lips upturn as he does, happy with your compliance. your arousal pools in your stomach, not only because you're about to give yourself to eren, but because you're going to let him have you on camera for everyone to see.

"you hear that?" he's not talking to you although his eyes are on you. he's searching for a sign of hesitation in them, a sign that you don't want to do this anymore, but you're too giddy. so when he finds none he pats your side, "turn around."

and with that same lack of hesitation, you listen, pulling your legs from over him and turning to face the camera.

the light felt brighter than it was when it could only see your backside, the camera felt farther than it was before you were facing it, and you press back on eren as much as possible. your eyes dart around his set up while you get comfortable in his lap, sitting pretty— a doll on display. "this is my girlfriend, she wants me to slut her out for you guys."

lillilyx: eren shes HOT

yasminab: thought he was single :((

b3li3v3: bI pANIC BC WHEW

eren's hands travel to your breasts, kneading both of them while pressing soft, wet kisses to your neck. you can't help but squirm in his lap— you wanted to feel something down below, you were already ready for him from the moment you stepped foot in front of the camera.

"she wants to show you guys how i fuck her when no one is around. she's dirty; my little whore, right?" the way his voice vibrates through your body from where he speaks against your neck sends a shiver through it, your back unintentionally arching and your hips trying to gain friction from your position on top of him.

one of his hands drops from your chest to your clit, giving it a few taps over top of your underwear. "right?" and only then did you realize he was speaking to you.

your eyes were focused on the camera, the thought of what was to come racking your nerves delightfully. "right... yours, no one else."

he nods his head, rewarding you by slipping his hand down past your underwear. your lips part in surprise as his warm fingers brush against your clit before dipping down further to your folds. "then show them."

eren draws a small whine from you and your hands scramble to tug at your panties, begging eren to take them off without opening your mouth. and he listens, helping you pull them off with his other hand while you lift your hips.

he slips them down far enough so that you're able to get them down your legs and let them fall to your feet. sliding out of them you open your legs further while his hand covers your cunt as if he was hiding it from his— your audience.

"you guys wanna see?" he taunts, and your head falls back onto his shoulder. you ached for him to really touch you, to really make you feel good. the camera moves into your subconscious and it almost feels like every other time when it's just you and eren.

his palm cups your heat while his fingers dance across your slit, and you find yourself trying to grind against him, trying to get more from him.

"she's so wet... don't even think i need to prep her," and as if he was testing his theory, his two fingers plunge into you making you moan at the feeling. his fingers always stretched you open so nicely, even if it was in the slightest bit.

your pleasure was short-lived. as fast as he buries his digits into you he pulls them out, and your eyebrows furrow in discontent, muscles in your leg tensing beside eren.

"eren," you whine his name, chest jutting out— god was he such a tease, you could hear him chuckle from over your shoulder before bringing his fingers up to his lips to taste you.

he made a noise of satisfaction, another small peck to your shoulder, reassuring you you'd get what you wanted. his hands come down to massage the skin of your stomach as he looked up to the camera. "i should just fuck her, yeah?"

lillilyx: YES

mira928: please do

it was funny— it didn't matter what the chat said; eren wouldn't be able to read the comments from the distance away he was from his set up. it was his decision to make. it was always his decision to make.

you found yourself nodding your head, jaw brushing against the side of eren's with every up and down motion before he pats your side, signaling you to stand.

"all fours," and you stand, the camera getting a clear view of your backside while you crawl onto the bed. eren stands up as well, positioning himself behind you, as his hand follows the curve of your spine before giving your ass a firm spank that made you wince from below him.

his eyes flit to the camera for a minute, and you reckon he was trying to make sure you were centered enough for them to see you well before his hand presses down on your back making you rest on your forearms.

his dick slides against your folds and you shudder with anticipation, letting your head rest against the sheet and pushing back on eren as he teases you.

it was teasing for him too. as much as he wanted to fuck you he had to take his time, let his viewers indulge in everything, let the camera pick up everything from the sounds of your slick coating his cock to the soft impatient whimpers that would fall from your lips.

"ready?" you can't tell if he's talking to you or the camera, but you nod your head faster than expected anyway, pressing back on him before he adjusts your hips. "gonna fuck you so good."

your mouth can't help but drop open when eren's tip meets your cunt and your breathing stutters as he slides into you. although you were slightly aware so many faces could see you, this time felt no different from the rest.

he grips your hips and sheathes himself fully inside of you, a low groan emitting from his throat as he bottoms out completely.

you feel so tight, so good, better than you usually do— and eren isn't sure if it's a trick of the camera or not. either way, he indulges in the feeling of you sucking him in, slicked up and ready for his cock.

you bury your head into the sheets to smother your moan, the way every inch of eren settles inside of you making your body quiver and your eyes roll.

eren doesn't seem to like this, his hand reaching forward to grab a handful of your hair and exposing your face again. he angles his grip facing you towards the camera, the red light winking at you, taunting you; almost like it was telling you to smile.

"look up, they can't see your face."

this is what you wanted. if you were gonna disrupt his stream the least you could do was listen to him. so you stable yourself on your elbows and keep your head up. his hand falls from your hair and onto your shoulder to keep himself steady as he begins to move.

the way he moves his hips back and forth 'til they're flush with your ass is enough to make you shudder. you can feel every movement of him sliding in and out of you through your whole body— and it feels better than ever. you're sure the attention on you has something to do with it.

"god, eren,"

eren speeds up his pace and the smack of his hips can be heard throughout the whole room alongside the sound of your juices getting pushed around every time he fucked into you. it was lewd— disgusting, but what was even nastier was the comments.

they were enjoying this, much to eren's satisfaction and possibly yours too.

jjjohn21: fuck she's hot

cumslxt0: turn her more to the camera ;p

itachiwife: need to see more tits!!!

guest37657: i wanna fuck someone like this

"god," as if eren could read what they were saying he adjusts your body by pulling you up by your neck, hands warm around your throat while your back presses up against his chest. he's radiating heat, it makes you even more warm and gushy than before, and a small whimper leaves your mouth. "you like this?"

another whimper and your eyes slide sideways so you can see the camera in your peripheral, the image of it jumping every time eren slammed into you.

"yes, yes, yeah," you gasp, your words choked.

"you like everyone watching you?"

your eyes flutter for a few seconds, mouth open to speak but only small croaks slip from your lips.

you did like everyone watching you. you liked them seeing how eren fucked you; how his cock slid in and out of you swiftly. deep strokes that made you dazed, unable to utter anything but quick confirmations to his words, and even then— barely that.

if it wasn't for the pleasure that swallowed you whole you would've felt embarrassed, would've been trying to sink into eren because of the eyes on you, because of the way you stupidly stumbled when trying to be coherent. and it was all at the hands of eren.

you didn't feel embarrassed, you felt hedonistic. felt devoted to this way of pleasure, like this was the only way you'd ever feel so euphoric— on top of the world. you could do this a million times over.

the vulgar comments no longer bothered you because you were sure they were about you. you were sure people's free hands were typing away trying to appraise how hot you looked. from your chest moved with each forceful thrust, to your ass clapping every time eren reached your cervix, small uncomfortable cries tumbling from your mouth that were a blend of pain and pleasure.

you'd try to speak again. "shit—" maybe hearing your sultry voice would help the image of you that they all had burned into their heads by now. "eren,"

maybe it would help the mirage they'd form at night from here on out. it'd be them fucking you, running their hands over your soft curves and helping you bounce over the top of them while you whispered obscenities in their ears. "hah,"

you could see why eren liked the camera so much now.

despite your hokum, you felt like a star, and you played the role so well. eren must've been long forgotten the minute you stepped foot into his spotlight.

but he couldn't have that either.

first and foremost, the only reason they were able to see you in this state was because of him. he's the one who fucked you so stupid, so dumb that you couldn't speak. you were his and as if he knew what you were thinking he'd let it be known.

"you can't speak baby?" he hums condescendingly ashis fingers crawl up from your neck, the tips prodding at your lips, slipping into your mouth to make sure of it.

your tongue lolls out so gracefully, the sloppy surface of it wetting eren's fingers and making him push up in your mouth so he could get a better grip. "fucked you so dumb?"

you nod your head, his fingertips grazing the back of your throat and eren's chuckle turns into a guttural sound when you clench around him at his words. "shit— you like that? like showing everyone how well i can fuck you?"

another nod, another whimper.

"and i'm the only one who can fuck you like this, yeah?" he slows his strokes and when he's buried inside you his hips grind against yours as if he's trying to get as deep as possible. trying to reach your stomach— hell, you can feel him in your stomach.

your yes is so mumbly, but eren can understand it all too well— you're not sure about his viewers though. "that's my girl." he lets his fingers fall from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting his index to the tip of your tongue. your spittle is smeared onto your nipple by him before he lets go of you completely, letting your body fall to the bed with a plop.

you don't even realize how you're circling your hips against his until eren pulls out of you, falling onto his knees and shuffling to the edge of the bed to pull you into his lap. you're straddling him, cunt searching for his dick— fluttering at the empty feeling.

eren couldn't have taken any longer to position you, you wanted to be full again. "let's show them how your slutty pussy takes my cum too."

lillilyx: they r so hot im crying

nbhdluvr: bestie THIS is so hot

laur7n: (s)CREAMING /s

eren's dick is coated in your slick and it glistens as light reflects off of it. eren's thankful for his setup, it makes the sheen of sweat coating the both of you look like an intended glow, accentuating your best parts and making you camera ready.

he pumps himself a few times before lining himself up and pushing into you again with a sound that's near titillating.

your moan is so breathy as you accommodate his length so easily. eren hisses at the feeling of your squishy walls squeezing him again. it's like he's fucked you so many times that you're molded to him, a perfect fit for him— cinderella's glass slipper.

"oh god— eren," you're becoming spent, leaning almost all your weight against eren, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face into the crevice of his neck.

you mouth at his skin, hot open-mouthed kisses being planted on the tan of his neck, and he reciprocates the gesture by smoothing his thumb over your ear, holding you by your nape as he leans back.

he presses a small subtle kiss to the side of your head that may have gone unnoticed by the camera but not by him and you squeeze your eyes shut relaxing against him.

"fuck me." you mutter. it's so quiet that you're not sure if eren begins moving because of you or because he would've anyway.

eren's movements are steady, bucking up into you so you don't have to do much work— only taking him and taking him so well. he's proud of your performance and he's a little sad the two of you were already in the last act of it.

he speeds up a bit when you tense up, back arching and you putting in a little work as your orgasm creeps up on you. your head lifts from eren's neck slightly and you begin to let out small pants of breath. "eren..."

"yeah?" his voice is shaky and his pace begins to falter. he's just as close as you are.

"almost there," now your meeting eren's thrusts, slamming down onto him as he bucks up into you. your hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing small circles into it to the best of your ability, squeezing around eren and your mouth dropping open to let out larger pants, let out moans. "'m almost there, 'mma cum,"

"me too, me too." stray brown strands stick to the sweat coating eren's forehead. his hand on your nape falls down to the small of your back pushing you as close to him as possible. there's a furrow in his brow as he stares straight at the camera. the heat bubbles in his stomach, that familiar build-up, and it doesn't matter that he's looking at the camera— he can barely see it, eyes half-lidded and his mind blanking as all he's focused on is you and him. his high and yours.

"come," your tone pleading, you wanna be filled to the brim with his cum. want it to leak out of you for everyone and have him push as much in because you can't waste a single drop! you want eren to claim you on camera for your last act and your body shivers at the thought. "please!"

eren groans at your voice, the tremble of it is almost enough to send him over the edge. he leans back even further so you're more on display and his breathing gets heavier. "shit— want me to.. to cum inside you? fill you up?"

"yes, eren, please!"

his body tingles, that same pleasurable sensation spreads. "breed that pretty pussy, like the little slut you are, yeah?"

"yes!" you're practically sobbing for him, sobbing for it.

"fuck, baby take my cum..." and eren shoots inside of you, warmth filling you up. you cream all over him at the same time, your cunt clenching him so tightly. an unintelligible cry of his name escapes your lips. you sound so consumed, so weary, and eren loves it.

he tenses up underneath you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he fills you up like you wanted, like he wanted.

yasminab: omg

guest11923: ughhh sexy

it was no doubt you belonged to him now.

your body still twitches, and eren has yet to pull out. the two of you are calming down, it's only your heavy breathing that fills the room.

after a moment eren finally speaks, tapping your side. "come on, get up." and as much as you didn't want to you do, lifting yourself up slightly on weak knees— eren's cum following his cock out of you and dripping onto his leg. he sighs at the sight and you sigh at the feel. what a finishing touch to your performance.

your skin gets prickly and cool albeit the warmth of the room, and you're hyper aware that the camera's on you once more. the exterior you built up begins to fade, and as if eren can read your mind he stands up to shut it off and end the live as he usually does.

you relax, watching as he turns off some of the extra lights, and heads to the bathroom, coming back to clean you and him up before sinking into the bed with you wrapped in his arms.

you're tired, your eyes are droopy, and you know eren's holding off the few more things he needs to do to cuddle with you, to lull you to sleep.

he's peppering kisses along your cheek, massaging the fat of your stomach, and holding you so close to him. "you did so good," is what he mumbles between every kiss.

the softness in his voice is what makes you feel tender, feel loved.

your envy was absurd. it's the way he gently kisses your skin that makes you realize that on or off camera eren belonged to you. you didn't need to show out for his viewers (not that you regret it), or prove anything to them. sitting behind a camera was fine as long as it was you who had eren in his entirety at the end of the day.

even after your realization, you're not so sure if this would be the last time you'd step foot in front of a camera, with or without eren.

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cheekygreenty · 3 years

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Little Witch - Part 8

The Darkling x Reader

'Are you busy?' You had taken to looking for Aleksander to entertain yourself. You had already done the usual routine for the day and were bored. You had been intending to speak with him for a while but he always seemed to be busy when you asked for him. You had an inkling he knew what you wanted but was scared to approach the topic. Your wandering around the Palace and acting like a leader surely hadn't gone unnoticed by him.

You finally found him in the courtyard hopping off of his horse, looking as regal and handsome as always. The way he stood while talking to his stable boy gave you a clear view of the embroidery on the back of his kefta. The weaves of black shadows seemed to have grown since the last time you had such a close look. Magnificent

'I think I can find a moment out of my day for you' He briefly took your hand in his and lightly traced your knuckles with his thumb in a soothing manner. He always does this.

'Fantastic, I've been meaning to thank you for welcoming me back into the Palace, I feel I owe you big time.' Butter him up first.

'Nonsense, this is as much your home as it is mine' He said and started to walk towards the entrance.

'Well, in that case, is it possible for me to take up my old position?'

You studied his face while a knowing smile replaced his emotionless expression. He didn't look in the least surprised.

'How long have you been waiting to ask me that?' You couldn't help but laugh. I knew he knew.

'I have nothing else to do. I can't just sit and pamper myself for the rest of my life as lovely as that sounds.'

'Do you think you're up for it? It has been a while since you commanded an army.'

You'd be surprised. You were about to give him all the reasons you were even more suited now but he abruptly stopped and looked deep into your eyes, catching you off guard. He looked at you with longing and love. It suddenly rendered you speechless.

'So?' he quirked his head and wore that boyish smile that you loved so much.

'As a matter of fact, yes. If you wish, I'll even take over those boring council meetings with the King to prove myself.' He raised his eyebrows and let out a short hum.

'That does sound like a very advantageous proposition.'

'So I'm assuming that's a yes?'

'I shall think about it.' He looked away, away from your addicting stare and those beautiful eyes.

'Thank- what?'

Did I hear that right?

'You're going to think about giving me my own position back? I made it in the first place! It was made for me!' If anybody walked past the two of your right now, they would surely think you were about to rip his head off.

'A lot has changed since then Y/N' He attempted to walk away but you had other plans.

'Where do you think you're going? We're not done here!' You ran in front of him.

'Y/N I have business to attend to'

'So do I, and it's this' He let out an exasperated sigh.

'I said I'll think about it, I never said no'

'But you never said yes'

'I'll have to run it by the King and the rest of the council. How do you think they'll respond to me appointing a brand new Grisha as Deputy-General? A Grisha like you nonetheless, they’ve never heard of your kind'

There it was. A Grisha like me. He was scared.

'I'll talk to them myself then, maybe even tell him a story or two.' You were so enraged you considered going to the King right then and there. With a little pressure on his old heart, you would be sure to get his approval.

His demeanor suddenly changed. You were talking to the General now. Great, you thought he's talking to the Deputy-General.

'Don't you even dare.'

'You're not leaving me with much of a choice. I'll reduce this place to ash if you're not careful with your words, Aleksander' You went to turn and leave but he gripped your arm and he pulled you closer to him.

'You are so sure of yourself. Did all those years alone make you so arrogant, or were you always like this?' His words were like venom to your heart but fuel for your rage. You shook his hand off.

'That is very rich of you to say don't you think?' Your hands suddenly felt very fidgety and hot.

'Y/N I suggest you calm down before making threats to your General. You should be glad I haven't chained you thus far.' His own hands balled into fists as he restrained himself.

This was your last straw, with a loud whoosh, you sent a stream of fire his way to distract him while a nice gust of wind knocked him to his knees in front of you. You grasped his hands in yours and slowed his heartbeat, relaxing him. His eyes swirled with fear.

'Go on, send the shadows, I'll gladly take them' you said through your teeth.

Suddenly you saw movement out of the corner of your eye, oprichniki. Aleksander looked at them and shook his head. Ivan looked livid. Good for him.

You roughly let go and took a step back, disappointed that he didn't make a move.

'You better think quickly' You warned and walked off.

Suits him right.

******

Your chambers were trashed, the mirrors smashed and the bed overturned. Screams and shouts still echoed over the walls yet nobody came to check on you. The whole reason for your return was to take back your title, to be yourself again, and leave your nasty past behind you.

You swore you were better now, that you could control your impulses, that power wasn't a temptation anymore, but you were wrong. You undermined Aleksander today, embarrassed the General in front of his soldiers. But he didn't punish you. You always knew that wherever Aleksander was involved, your loss of control followed. You never understood why.

He got one thing right though, you needed to calm down. Your mind couldn't get over the feeling right before the guards came, the feeling of almost having his glorious shadows. Of almost having that part of him again. There it is again, the temptation of power. You shook your head to rid of the thought.

You had momentarily thought about taking Alina and some of her power, but quite frankly you didn't feel the need anymore. Shadows were your thing, you always had an air of darkness. So does he. You didn't fit the light, but she did.

Sleep wouldn't come to you, not even briefly. You stared at the damage of the room in the moonlight and thought back to the image of him on his knees in front of you, fearing evident in his eyes. He looked so good on his knees.

You shot up from the bed and yanked the door open, walking with a purpose, your rage having a strange effect on you. You needed him.

******

Aleksander sat at his desk, halfway through a bottle of whiskey. He couldn't stop thinking of what you did. How such a small thing had affected you and made you snap. Your eyes held darkness he had never seen before, not even in himself.

He hoped your intentions were pure, it was better than the reality he imagined in his head as you held an iron grip on his hands and slowed his heart. You looked hungry; ravenous for more.

There was a time when your power made him more attracted to you, you were his equal in his eyes. Together the two of you were unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with. But all of it changed when he seen how little you understood the power you had. Your powers were always ruled by your emotions and not by you. Today just proved to him that even after 98 years of practice, you were still a loose cannon.

He couldn't bring himself to use the shadows on you, not because you would've taken them, but because he didn't want to hurt you. For a split second, he was scared you would do something to him, but it was overpowered by the fear of what you could do to his life; turn it upside down and inside out. And he would let you.

He couldn't decide if he hated you for undermining him or whether he wanted you even more than he ever did. The tension between you two was always thick, but when he was on his knees in front of you, he couldn't help but think back to all the times he'd done it willingly, worshipping you at your feet. Rightfully so. You were a goddess in his eyes.

A door opening and shutting tore him away from his thoughts. He looked up and there you were, in nothing but a nightgown, flushed and breathing hard.

Part 9

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sirenascales · 3 years

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-> double black [part five] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

The killer is revealed! What surprises are in store? [Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai]

2,420 words

warning: mentions of domestic violence and rape, violence and straight up murder

note: here we go... this is the second to last chapter :) hope you all enjoy reading! no smut again lol

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Final || masterlist

"This place... is creepy as hell," I mumbled under my breath, glancing curiously over at Dazai as we climbed out of the car and started walking towards the large abandoned factory. "Are you sure this is where Ranpo told us to go?"

"Yep~ He's usually never wrong, so there must be something here we can find~" Dazai sang, nonchalantly walking inside the factory. I sighed deeply and quickly followed him, shivering at the creepy aura it gave off.

"Ugh, does somebody really hide out here? It's giving me the creeps," I whined, hugging myself and rubbing my hands up and down my arms.

"What if there are ghosts here?" Dazai wondered and I shuddered deeply, fear striking my heart at the mere thought.

"Don't say that!"

"Will you two shut up?" A third voice spoke up and my eyes widened in surprise.

"Chuuya? What are you doing here? And... who's that?"

In the middle of the factory, Chuuya stood before a man tied up to a single chair, a linen bag over his head. Chuuya had a deep frown on his face, obviously extremely irritated with something.

"Wh-who is that?! Please, help me!" The man begged, howling in pain when Chuuya kicked him in the stomach.

"Shut the hell up!"

"Is that the one?" Dazai asked and Chuuya nodded. I looked at them in confusion.

"The one... what?"

"This," Chuuya started. "Is the one that's been stealing from the Port Mafia for well over a year. Along with that bastard Taichi."

My jaw fell open in shock, not expecting that at all. "Wh-what do you mean stealing?"

"Exactly what it sounds like. Taichi was in charge of moving product and bringing back the cash from the Northern area of the city. He's been getting his hands in the product, selling them little by little on the side to line his pockets." Chuuya seemed to grow angrier and angrier by the second as he explained. "We've been investigating that thief for three months and we finally pieced it together. Thanks to you." Chuuya's angry gaze is now on me and I feel my heart drop to the ground.

"What do you mean? Me?" I stuttered, looking over to the man as he began to struggle in his chair. He rocked from side to side, pleading loudly for his life.

"Please, let me go!"

There was a large bang! followed by a scream as Chuuya swiftly brought out a handgun, shooting the man right in the head. I was the one who screamed.

"I hate disloyalty," Chuuya spat, his voice cold. His equally icy glare narrowed on Dazai, who didn't even react to the man being killed, unlike myself. My now shaking hands were clamped over my mouth, in shock by what I've just witnessed.

"So tell me," Chuuya began, now turning to face me. "How is it that you knew that Taichi was meeting a drug dealer... the dead man at your feet specifically?" He didn't even give me a chance to answer before he continued. "How did you know that? Were you there?"

I rapidly shook my head, heart thudding in my chest. "No!" I exclaimed, taking a step back.

"Really? Taichi was killed in the South. That wasn't his area, and he wasn't even assigned to move the product. Hasn't been for months since the investigation started." Chuuya's voice was even, and it sent shivers down my spine. I took another step back. "Well? Explain yourself."

I gulped, absolute fear coursing through my body. I could feel the sweat slide down my temple and. "W-well, I overheard him talking about what he does for you. So! I just assumed..."

Chuuya scoffed, laughing dryly. "Plausible, yes." He dug into his coat's inner pocket and I gasped sharply when he held up my knife. I was stunned, thinking I had lost it, but Chuuya had it all along. Suddenly, that day I went to visit him in his office ran through my head, and I realized that was when I last saw my knife. Fuck.

I felt a sense of dread wash over me.

"I know you take excellent care of this knife, clean it regularly. Except for the blood in the hilt."

"And the bloody clothes I found under the sink in your bathroom," Dazai finally spoke up and I gasped sharply. "You probably should have thrown those clothes away before you had me sleep over. You know I like to snoop," He continued on as I clenched my shaking fists. Dazai circled around so he and Chuuya now stood before me, tall and intimidating. "You're the killer, aren't you? Actually, you don't have to answer that. We already know that you are."

I didn't say anything, my lips pulled in a thin line as I stared at the ground. I started to breathe a bit heavily, heart pounding and my blood boiling with the anger and rage I tried to keep at bay from the moments I wake up in the morning to the time I go to sleep at night.

"Well?" Chuuya yelled, growling. "Aren't you gonna say anything?! You killed him!"

I lifted my head up, and the two men looked genuinely surprised at the look in my face, eyes dark and narrow and full of anger. I was seething, but I couldn't help the sick, twisted smile that grew on my face. "And what if I did?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. "Hell hath no fury, right?"

Suddenly, there was an almost inhuman shriek as a figure jumped out from behind the men, knife brandished and slicing right at Dazai. Dazai luckily dodged it, the figure landing on its feet before standing tall. Dazai and Chuuya are both shocked, as they now stared at the perfect clone of myself. The clone didn't give Dazai any time to process, running towards him again and slicing almost wildly with the knife in hand.

"My, what a turn of events!" Dazai exclaimed a bit excitedly, taking in my clone's features. She looked exactly like me, except she looked more wild, her face contorted into one full of rage, anger and anguish with a seemingly endless stream of tears pouring down her face. Her movements were erratic, cries leaving her mouth as she lunged for the attack.

Meanwhile, I had engaged in a fight with Chuuya, but even I could immediately tell just how outmatched I was and that I had no hopes of beating him. Still, I threw a punch at him, able to get him right in his cheek, but he quickly retaliated with a harsh kick to my side. I cried out in pain, clutching my side.

"Are you crazy," Chuuya hissed. "Ability user or not, I'm one of the best martial artists in the Port Mafia! You're not beating me!" He dodged yet another of my punches, jumping back before he kicked me again right on my torso. I grunted in pain, falling on one knee.

"I'm afraid I don't like you," Dazai told my clone as he ducked down to dodge a wild swing. He quickly shot up, successfully headbutting the clone. She cried out in pain, covering her face with her hands as she fell back, Dazai reaching out to grab one of her wrists. As soon as he did so, she disappeared, his ability coming into effect. He let out a tired whew! dusting his hands off before turning to the fight between Chuuya and I.

Even if Chuuya did outmatch me, I tried to keep fighting him, until he suddenly grabbed me and threw me hard on the ground. I gasped, the wind knocked out of me. "Fuck!" I cursed, struggling to breathe as I tried to stand up. I am forced right back on my knees, a hand pressing on my neck. My anger disappeared, and by then, I knew that it was Dazai.

Now that all my anger, and fury was gone, all I had left was the immeasurable despair that settled in my chest, tears now freely sliding down my cheeks. I couldn't stop my sobbing, feeling the two men's wide eyes on me.

"He was beating her!" I cried out, just desperate for them to hear me out before they passed their judgements on me. "Taichi... was beating Keiko and... I never knew! She's been my best friend ever since I moved here and I never had a clue! Not one! Until that day she called me.. when I was at your place," I glanced at Dazai, lip quivering as I struggled to continue. "I went home and when she came over... I knew something was wrong I... then she took off her clothes and there wasn't an inch of her skin below her neck that wasn't covered in bruises I-"

I choked up, covering my face as I started to sob uncontrollably, the pain of once seeing my friend who was so full of life, looking like a scared, beaten animal as she stood before me. As I cried, Dazai and Chuuya looked at each other, just stunned beyond words.

"I knew..." I spoke up after a moment. "That one of these days, he would actually kill her. That's why she was so afraid to leave him. He was already beating her, and raping her, what would stop him from killing her if she defied him?! Huh?!" Even with Dazai still holding onto the back of my neck, I started to grow angry. "So, I killed him. I killed him before he could have a chance to kill her!" I then stared at Chuuya in his blue eyes. "And I'll do it again."

"After Taichi dropped Keiko off at my apartment, I snuck out through the emergency stairwell and back exit to follow him. The building is old, so I knew there were no cameras."

I carefully kept the hood of my hoodie over my head as I followed Taichi from a distance, a determined look on my face, one that said that I will not stop.

I soon followed him into the alleyway, where I hid behind a dumpster and watched him do his drug deal. He was grinning and laughing, acting smug and it was honestly fucking disgusting.

"I waited until he was completely alone before confronting him. He didn't expect to see me at all."

"What the hell are you doing here?" Taichi demanded, glaring at me. He wasn't that nice, friendly guy he played himself to be anymore. "What the fuck are you doing in Port Mafia business?"

"I honestly don't give a fuck about the Port Mafia. I do give a fuck about Keiko, and you're going to stay the fuck away from her."

He just stared at me, before he threw his head back and laughed loudly. "Okay... okay, stupid bitch. That was kind of funny. Just go back home before--"

"And before he could finish his sentence, my clone stabbed him right in his back."

I watched Taichi fall to the ground, my clone falling on top of him, shrieking as she stabbed him over and over again in a rage filled flurry. There was blood everywhere, some even spraying on my clothes as I watched.

Then, I stepped closer, pulling out my knife and landing one more final blow right in his chest, killing him.

"And he was as good as dead."

"... was Keiko in on this?"

Keiko opened the door to my apartment, letting me rush inside before closing and locking the door. She turned to look at me, eyes wide as she took in the blood on my clothes.

"Did... did you..." she stuttered softly, and I nodded.

"He's dead."

Keiko burst into tears.

"You know the answer to that already."

I was sitting on the ground now, head hung low as I stared at my hands. "I killed someone," I said softly, eyes burning with tears as I clenched my fists. "But when it comes to the people I love... I will do it again. So," I turned to Dazai. "Turn me into the police." I then turned to Chuuya. "Or just shoot me in the fucking head. I'm not strong enough against either of you... I just ask that you keep Keiko out of this. She has suffered far too much already."

I kept my head down, Chuuya and Dazai standing above me. Chuuya had a displeased look on his face, though Dazai's expression looked a bit forlorn.

"You'd do anything to protect your friends," Dazai stated and I looked up at him, looking broken, and small. Dazai gritted his teeth, frowning deeply.

"This is so fucked up," Chuuya grumbled, his mind moving at a mile a second as he rubbed his temples. Taichi was as good as dead anyways, seeing as him stealing from the Port Mafia was punishable by death. So what the hell is he supposed to do now? Chuuya growled in frustration.

"Did you guys..." I started, voice small as a thought plagued my mind. "...know all along...?" I bit my lip, keeping my gaze on the floor. "And when we-"

"It's not what you think," Dazai spoke up, knowing exactly what I was thinking. "You were just sloppy. But I don't blame you for panicking, bella."

"I knew as soon as you brought up the drug deal," Chuuya spoke up and I scoffed, laughing at my own stupidity. "I just wanted to fuck you 'cause of that dress."

Dazai snorted while I couldn't help the short laugh that escaped my mouth despite the situation. I shook my head, sighing deeply. I just decided to accept their answer, as this wasn't the right time to dwell upon my insecurities. I glanced over to the dead body of Taichi's accomplice, thinking he was probably going to die by the Port Mafia's hand anyway.

Dazai followed my gaze, tilting his head a bit as he tapped his chin. "There is no DNA evidence," Dazai recalled and Chuuya narrowed his eyes at him.

"Yeah, so?" he replied, stuffing his hands in his pocket.

"So," Dazai started, glancing over at me still on the ground. "There is no proof of her involvement. Man, just what will I tell the Boss now?!" Dazai threw his hands up dramatically, Chuuya's eye twitching in annoyance.

Still, the Executive kept his mouth shut, taking in the meaning of Dazai's words. Then, he looked over at me, blue eyes staring me down before his lips twitched upwards a bit.

"Oh yeah... I won the race."

-End

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#bsd x reader #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya smut #dazai smut #yeehaw!!!

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bumblebear30 · 3 years

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Oops

Rita Calhoun x Casey Novak, Established Calvak

A wee comfort fic for these two as I totally love them.

Warnings: mentions of Casey's office attack, migraine / mild medical concern. Side effects of getting older. No smut but alluded to. Happy ending.

Please let me know if you have any other prompts or requests for these two. Happy to try write more for them.

Oops

"You did it again."

The accusing tone made Casey's head snap up from where she was nestled on the couch. She could feel the light crust of dried drool on her cheek where she'd pretty much passed out into the pillow and rubbed at it with the cuff the sweater she was wearing in the hopes that her always immaculately dressed girlfriend wouldn't notice,

"Did what again?" she finally mumbled in response, a heavy pout in place as she scrunched her eyes against the bright light streaming in the apartment windows.

Rita sighed huffily as she perched on the back of the couch and busied herself with finishing taking off her earrings for the day. From there she finally caught sight of the sleep befuddled Casey - the creases of the pillow evidently pressed into her cheek, hair all mussed and cocooned in softest of old sweaters that Rita owned as the redhead obviously tried to drag her lagging brain through what it was she had done wrong this time.

Her expression immediately switched from frustration to concern as she reached out to card her fingers through Casey's hair, the younger woman automatically leaning into it and shifting closer to where Rita was sat,

"You left files that I shouldn't see on the breakfast bar again. We got a place with room for two separate offices for a reason darling."

Casey winced and opened one eye to finally look up at Rita as she apologised,

"Oops, m'sorry babe, I genuinely didn't mean to. I just needed different light. "

Rita tilted her head and gave a small sympathic noise as Casey burrowed her head against the back of the couch,

"Migraine again sweetheart?" Casey nodded groggily where she lay, loathe to commit to any movements that required further effort. Seeing her so forlorn pulled at Rita's heartstrings and she quickly got up and shed her shoes and jacket onto a nearby chair as she came round to the front of the couch to join Casey, "That's the third bad one this month..."

Hearing the familiar sound of Rita settling next to her Casey shifted to lay her head in her girlfriend's lap, wordlessly requesting for the attorney's always slightly cool hand to run across her forehead and circle at her temple as she'd done before by simply tipping her chin just so.

Of course Rita automatically took up the action, also using her free hand to run her nails in soothing circles across Casey's lower back.

The redhead let herself just bask in the attention and comfort. She'd felt instantly a bit better as soon as the scent of Rita's expensive perfume had reached her - always accompanied by the faint smell of coffee, ink and paper, a lawyerly smell if ever there was such a thing. That and the almost pavlovian way her body responded to Rita's touch, practically commanding her to relax with the lightest of pressures, also helped ease the residual pulsating ache at the front of her brain.

Afterwards she'd been sulky for days, which had drawn further unimpressed looks and rolled eyes from Rita. Eventually she'd pulled her head out of her ass and apologised with a gorgeous bouquet and an evening of pampering - cooking Rita's favourites for dinner, making the effort to use the good china and having candles on the table followed by a super indulgent bubble bath for the brunette (the rose petals may have been overboard but she knew Rita secretly adored them.)

She knew where Rita's comment was leading though. They'd had this argument discussion the last time too and she was not wanting a repeat of that general fiasco and to ultimately wallow in her own grumpiness yet again. It was worse because she knew Rita was right, and was only concerned and fussing simply because she loved her. But she had still been in residual pain and exhaustion from the migraine in question as well as licking her wounds from losing the most recent case to her lover too.

All that had only been a week ago, meaning it was less than fourteen days since she'd last had to abandon her work to lie in a darkened room with a cold compress across her eyes and an ice pack wrapped up at the base of her neck. It wasn't sustainable, and she hated being sick all the more because she knew Rita was always more worried than she let on.

She sighed lightly and wriggled her head back so she was pressed more closely into Rita's ridiculously soft silk blouse. The brunette had lifted her hands away as Casey moved but seeing her settle let them resume the gentle caresses. Noting that Casey hadn't immediately started arguing with her Rita decided to press her case once more,

"I just think given that you have such a bad head injury in your past, " Casey couldn't suppress the fearful shiver that ran down her spine at the memories - and lack of them - of her office attack, "that it would be sensible to get a doctor to run some tests and check what is going on."

At still receiving no response from Casey Rita tried to push just that little bit more. She gently ran a finger down the elegant slope of Casey's nose, booping the tip of it which made Casey start and turn onto her back to smile softly up at Rita. Holding her gaze Rita matched her with an indulgent look as she tucked some hair back behind Casey's ear,

"It's just that I'm rather fond of that brain of yours sweetheart, I'd hate to think anything might be wrong." She finished her plea by cupping Casey's chin and running the pad of her thumb over her lips as their positioning meant she couldn't reach to kiss them.

Once again Casey closed her eyes and leaned into the touch,

"And here I thought you were with me for my 'cracking bod', " she grinned as she felt Rita's entire body move as she laughed, "But I know. You're right. As usual." Her admission made Rita smile in victory, Casey's quip pulling another knowing chuckle that rumbled through her,

"Good, I have the number of an excellent neurologist, I'm sure he'll be able to see you by the end of the week."

Casey shot her a look that screamed incredulity,

"He wasn't a client was he? I'm not sure how comfortable I would be with that."

The experienced attorney did laugh at that,

"No, no," she continued to play with Casey's hair, "although he has maybe been an expert witness on several occasions but he's only ever been the utmost professional." she paused for a moment as Casey considered her options. "So what do you say darling, let me call and set up an appointment for you?"

With one last resigned sigh Casey nodded,

"Okay," honestly she was prepared to go through nearly anything if she could stop feeling so accutely crappy whenever these migraines came along, or stop them from happening in the first place.

"But," the smallness of her voice and demeanour, so unlike the usual strong confident persona of the prosecutor, brought out Rita's overprotective side even more, "But what if there is something wrong? Like-"

Deciding to quickly end any spiralling Rita pressed her finger over Casey's lip to hush her,

"Shh, then its better to know and we'll deal with whatever it may be together as best we can."

Suitably mollified, Casey rolled once more so her nose was buried against Rita's stomach, so much so her voice was muffled when she finally spoke,

"I'm sorry, I'm just worried."

"I know darling, but it may just be that you need glasses or something like that now, you know?"

The scandalised and affronted noise that escaped Casey made Rita laugh once again,

"I've always thought you'd look very sexy in glasses you know..."

The low purr of her voice drew an instant reaction from Casey, it always did. Like a siren's call she opened her eyes, feeling better enough to shoot a flirtatious look up at her love as she arched her eyebrow as seductively as she could manage in her prone position,

"Is that so?"

"Hmm hmm," Rita's affirmative humm came as she matched Casey's expression with one of her own, "You could totally pull off the sexy librarian look darling."

"Librarian!?!"

In her offense Casey finally sat up to lightly glare at Rita on a more equal footing. She lightly trailed her hand up Rita's thigh, so overly unsubtle Rita knew she was just winding her up. Still she enjoyed the attention nonetheless. "What if I wanted to go for the sexy lawyer in glasses look? Could I pull that one off too?"

Rita tipped her head to the side as she squinted at Casey, umming and awwing for extra effect,

"I'm sorry love but I think Cabot has got that niche locked down tight."

Casey couldn't help but gasp at the teasing and swat at Rita's thigh in retribution,

"Rude!"

Rita kept cackling with laughter, simply relieved to see Casey's usual firey playfulness was returning,

"Well if you get glasses you can work extra hard to prove me wrong, no?"

With a knowing smile Casey leant forward to press an adoring but chaste kiss to Rita's lips,

"Sounds good to me, thank you for helping me feel better."

Reaching up Rita cupped Casey's chin and drew her face back to her for another kiss. Or two. Maybe three. She just loved how they felt against her own.

"I'm glad I could help. Now do you want to go lock those files away whilst I give the doctor a call? We can then get an order from Chengs if you'd like?"

Casey was already making the effort to stand, holding herself still for several moments to ensure her balance was set after feeling so woozy earlier. Finding herself steady she smiled at Rita once more as she started heading for the kitchen,

"As long as there is lo mein I don't mind!"

A couple of days later Rita answered her ringing cell automatically, not even looking away from her inbox as she barked her usual response,

"Calhoun, who's speaking."

"Hey sweet thing," instantly Rita's entire posture melted, Casey's voice and determination to use ridiculous pet names totally always got her,

"Darling, how'd the appointment go." she'd swung her chair away from the computer screen, her entire focus now on Casey,

"Well you were right."

"I usually am, remind me what I was right about this time?"

"Scans and everything came back clear but I've got glasses to wear now... " Casey paused long enough for Rita to both sigh in relief and laugh,

"Oh is that all?"

"Well, he advised I change to a different type fo light bulb where possible, and definitely to wear glasses when looking at screens as they'll filter that blue light thing? But that and some proper rest and it should all help."

"That's great news sweetheart, I'm so relieved." Truly Rita felt like a knot she hadn't known was there had been released in her chest,

"Yeah, so in the spirit of medical necessity, I think we should schedule a trip up to the house in the Hampton's." Sometimes Casey still would catch herself after saying such a thing. A house in the Hampton's. Their house in the Hamptons. Quite ridiculous.

Rita chuckled but instantly swept round to open their shared calendar to look for potential timings,

"An excellent idea darling, I could even ask Danielle to get the boat ready for us? I know you love to play at being Captain."

"Please, you just want to lounge about in your bikini in front of me don't you."

"Well with your new glasses we'll have to test how much better you can see me. I do love putting on a show for you."

The flirtation made Casey gulp, images of Rita enjoying herself nearly overwhelming her,

"You always do have the best ideas, I propose we do lots of testing."

"For medical necessity?" Rita's smirk was clear even though Casey couldn't see her face,

"Exactly, you always know how to take the best care of me baby..."

#Fanfic #My writing #Rita Calhoun #Casey Novak #Rita Calhoun X Casey Novak #Calvak

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mimisempai · 3 years

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I am exactly where I am meant to be

Summary:

After their reunion at Fin and Phoebe's non-marriage, Rafael and Sonny explore their relationship and feelings.Happens right after this story Pick the brush and colour your own sky Can be read independently.

Song used for this story : It feels like home - Chantal Kreviazuk

🌈 Happy Pride month ! 🌈

To celebrate, 1 day, 1 story.Be ready for smiles, laugh, fluff, tooth rotthing fluff, positive vibes and a lot of love!

Awakened by an unfamiliar feeling, Sonny opened his eyes, and gradually became aware of his surroundings.

It was still dark outside.He was not at home, this was not his bed. Most of all, he was not alone.

Little by little his mind, still clouded by sleep, remembered the events of the night before and he couldn't help but smile.

"So, are we finally waking up?" whispered a raspy voice in his hair.

Sonny turned around in the arms that were wrapped around him and his face was only a breath away from Rafael's who was looking at him with a fond smile.

"Hi there." replied Sonny's voice still sleepy before placing a kiss on his lips.

"No regrets?" asked Rafael as he gently tucked a strand behind his ear.

Sonny, moved by the intimacy of the moment, just shook his head as he gazed into Rafael's eyes.

Rafael softly followed Sonny's facial features with his fingertips while returning his gaze and said in a whisper, "You know Sonny, sometimes, there is something in your eyes which makes me want to lose myself in your arms."

As if to emphasize his words, Rafael tightened his embrace around Sonny and buried his face in his neck. They remained like that for a long time in silence. Basking in each other's presence.

Sonny had a little trouble getting used to the way Rafael was honest, he wasn't used to him opening up like that, but he felt like opening his heart in the same way.

"Rafael..."

Rafael lifted his head, a questioning gleam in his eye. "Sonny?"

Moved by Rafael's voice speaking his name as no one else would, Sonny couldn't help but tell him, "Rafael, when you say my name like that, there's something in your voice which makes my heart beat fast and I can't help but hope this feeling lasts the rest of my life"

It was Sonny's turn to bury his face in Rafael's neck, embarrassed by the meaning of what he had just said. They had only been together since last night, had shared a few kisses, had talked a little, had just slept together and Sonny was already talking about the long term. When would he learn not to get carried away?

He raised his head and a little panicked, began to stammer, "I mean... I didn't mean... anyway I know it's only since yesterday that-"

"Hey Sonny, calm down. I wouldn't have come last night if I wasn't serious about our relationship and thinking long term. I think we're both grown up enough to know what we want, right? Don't censor yourself Sonny, you don't need it anymore. Especially not here, when it's just you and me. Okay?"

Sonny simply nodded his head.

Rafael turned onto his back, pulling him along. Sonny snuggled against him, his head on his shoulder as Rafael's fingers ran through his hair. At first hesitating, then remembering the words of Rafael, he did not refrain any more and passed his arm around Rafael intertwining his fingers with his.

As he continued to stroke his hair, Rafael said softly, "Haa Sonny, if you knew how lonely my life has been and how long I've been so alone. How much I wanted someone to come along and change my life the way you've done."

To say that Sonny was surprised would be an understatement. It was as if Rafael was describing exactly how Sonny felt.

"Me? I changed your life?!"

Sonny felt Rafael's chest vibrate as he began to laugh softly.

"Yes you! Imagine me, an experienced ADA and here comes this big detective who starts telling me how to do my job, who questions me, who seeks my approval and who no matter what I throw in his face, comes back again and again, always with the same smile when everyone else had given up long before. I know that I am far from being an easy person.And just when I thought my absence would change everything, you prove me wrong. When I came back, you didn't change your attitude towards me. Believe me Sonny, your biggest victory against me was not this trial. You defeated me because you never gave up on me. Never."

"Wow..." was all Sonny could respond at that moment. Completely baffled by what Rafael had just told him.

He felt guilty for not realizing all this before.

"Don't regret anything Sonny" Rafael added as if he had read his mind. "Things are as they should be. Now is the most important."

"You're right." replied Sonny before lightly kissing Rafael's chest and pressing himself against him. The movement of Rafael's fingers through his hair had a hypnotic effect and Sonny fell asleep, lulled by the sweetness of the moment.

He was awakened with a start by the sound of breaking glass.

"It's nothing, you'll have to get used to it, it's probably a window which broke, it happens often down this long dark street, which is ideal for burglaries. Not to mention the siren which wails in the night because of it."

Sonny had almost only remembered the first few words of Rafael's sentence. That Sonny would have to get used to it.

This confirmed Rafael's words about the meaningfulness of their relationship. Rafael assumed that Sonny would stay or be around a lot.

He turned over on his stomach, kissed Rafael before saying, "I'm alright because I have you here with me and because of you I can almost see… that through the dark there is light." he knew he must have looked a little too sentimental, but the moment was right and Rafael had told him not to censor himself.

So he continued, "Rafael, you have no idea, if you knew how much this moment means to me and how long I've waited for your touch... for you to touch me like this and for me to touch you like this. I didn't know how much I craved this. Everyone's touch never made me feel the way I feel when you touch me now because they weren't you."

Though his throat was tight with emotion, Sonny couldn't stop talking, he had been silent for so many years, it was like trying to put a dam on a flooding stream, so he continued, speaking faster because he wanted to convince Rafael of the sincerity of his feelings.

"You have no idea Rafael, how I feel right now, if you knew how happy you are making me, never...never... I've never thought that I'd love anyone so much."

He stopped abruptly at the enormity of his confession, but didn't withdraw it because that was how he felt at that moment.

Rafael straightened up rather suddenly against the headboard dragging Sonny with him, took hold of his chin to turn his head towards him and planting his gaze in his, he asked him in an urgent tone, "Do you really mean it? Do you really mean it?"

Sonny swallowed before answering in what he hoped was a convincing tone. "Yes, Rafael, I mean it, I love you. I know that-"

"Don't you dare continue that sentence, don't you dare apologize or try to minimize your feelings. " Rafael interrupted, showing how well he knew his lover. Then he continued, his features softened and a tender gleam in his eyes, "Because that's what I think, I know that everything happened quickly, that neither you nor I expected 24 hours ago to this turn of events, but do not doubt the sincerity of what I feel. I've never thought that I'd love anyone so much either. Since I woke up, you in my arms, no, actually since yesterday, since the moment we found each other again, it feels like home to me, like I'm all the way back where I come from. Like I'm all the way back where I belong. And if these words make me sound sappy, I don't care, because that's how I feel. You don't often get a second chance, so I don't intend to waste it Sonny. I love you."

His hand slid from Sonny's chin to his cheek and he brought his face close to his. Lips to lips, he whispered again, "I love you" before sealing his words with a kiss.

They were each other's home, they belonged together and no one could take that away from them.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 4 years

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6. The Wakandan Rainforest

In the dark of night, the lonely and fearsome prince moved soundlessly through ancient and majestic trees, tall and dense. The song of insects was alive with the chirp of crickets. The starlit leaves of vines and bushes reflected the clear blue from the sky peaking through branches stretched like fingers. In a single leap, his heavy body rustled the leaves up high like wind. He was as a bird on the branch, the ghost floating above--haunting the land. His dark sated eyes gazed out at the glowing full moon, concise and set apart from the clouds--lonely and after all these years still beautiful.

After beating the afterlife out of both Julip and Deanna for letting the girl go, he stood still as a statue on his perch until he spotted with his sharp eyes, Dawn tripping over a low branch as she was tiredly trekking through mud and dark soil, trying her hardest to avoid being bitten, stung, mauled, or worse--recaptured. Pissed at the siblings, he'd followed her from the time she first 'escaped' from the castle, running until her energy ran out. The light from outside of the canopy dropped fast making it nearly impossible for her to see which was too dangerous for her. She couldn't be in the woods alone, she'd get lost. She could be hurt. As a human she was fragile. Anything could kill her with a wrong step. He kept his eyes on her, trailing and guessing her path from above until she finally stopped too tired to continue, settling down on the ground with her back slowly against a tree to rest. There was something about her that made it impossible for him to leave her alone. It was as though he'd known her intimately since the day he was born but couldn't figure out how, like she was already a big part of him somehow. It was the same odd feeling that drove him to follow her through the woods right before her friends were murdered, even though he'd never before seen her. He'd then followed the vehicle of men and rescued her, taking her to his castle with no clear plan or motive other than keeping her near to himself to understand the feelings flowing through him, yet he'd been too shy to come close. He'd kept his distance. If anyone knew that, they'd laugh and think it nonsense--the fearsome and wicked Prince N'Jadaka--shy. It was laughable. As the oldest and strongest vampire in his kingdom, he was seen as unshakable. Alas, in all his power he still couldn't bring himself to be near a flimsy human, and now that she was running away trying to find safety he wasn't sure he was willing to stop her.

His lime green parrots flew overhead, watching over her just as he was. It seemed they recognized her somehow as well. Night turned to day and without a need to sleep, he waited patiently for her to wake, only coming down to divert the venomous snakes and spiders that would slither her way. She woke with a start but he was already back in the trees above when she looked around in a panic. After another mile, he watched the joy in her face as she realized she'd finally reached the big tree, a marker for the pathway from the forest. She still had a long way to go on foot as slow as she was. It took her the day to get to the stream which she crossed so painstakingly, soaking the bottom of her dress and even taking a drink. He forgot she needed to eat and drink, she was probably famished. Still, she kept moving and by the time nightfall returned, she was at the meadow clearing. He was impressed. She nestled down in the open field to stay the night and he hung back in the trees, staying put to keep watch.

The flowers claimed her in peace and the music of the night came from a chorus of crickets and frogs until a foreign noise caught his attention. He looked out from his position high in the trees to see a few men with guns walking through his forest about a mile out but the girl's direction. They did not know she was there but there was a high chance they'd find her and he could not bear the thought. Every now and then he'd find humans wandering. Some were threats and some were not, but regardless--they were all blood reserves that could not be wasted. These guys were definite threats that he needed to eradicate.

"Hold on," he pleaded silently hoping the girl would not wake and leave before he could return. He had to be quick. At top speed, he jumped from tree to tree and swooped down knocking the men unconscious and carrying them back to his castle in under 20 minutes. They'd be washed and bled for the banquet. He was back in no time at all having missed nothing.

In the daylight when the girl woke again, she made her way a little more carefully toward the snake pit and he felt nervous watching her tiptoe across a dirt floor of rattlesnakes. He couldn't take it. When she screamed, he swooped down and pulled her out sitting her on safe ground. She seemed more terrified of him than the snakes, stumbling backward and falling in shock. She hadn't known he was following. He took a short walk away from her putting space between himself and her to put her at ease.

"You shouldn't be in these woods alone," he stated watching her step further away. "It's dangerous out here-- for someone like you. Defenseless." He could hear her heart and it was racing. He was still scaring her. He didn't know how not to. "You can't run from me," he told her hoping she would understand. It only seemed to add to her fear and then he noticed that as she backed up, she was walking into a giant web of a poisonous spider.

"Wait! Stop moving!" He reached out but she went faster running into it and freaking out, screaming as she tried to pull off the sticky web. "Stop moving, let me help you," he said steadily with his hands up. He was able to get near and gently remove the large spindly arachnid from her hair, placing it on a nearby tree. He stayed at a distance from her while she calmed and when she caught her breath, she seemed to be a little more stable, staring at him. His nervousness returned and he stood still.

"Thanks," she muttered, her eye contact even. He straightened, not sure how to respond. He gave a stone-faced nod.

"So," she paused to look him over. "How long have you been here? You were gonna let me go," she accused.

"No such thing, I'd have stopped you," he lied trying to be convincing. "I planned to kill you when you reached the border, you know the location of my castle." He regretted saying it when the fear resurfaced within her. What was wrong with him? Luckily her fear lasted only seconds.

"You've had ample time," she combated watching him closely. "I think you're full of shit."

"Oh? I'm KING in these woods, I can do what I want to who I want. You really dare to test me? Pet?" His approach was smooth as it had always been, her words lighting a fire within him. He walked right up to her until he stood inches away, but she didn't move nor did she flinch and he scoffed--shown up. "Don't test me," he smirked until she continued her path away from him. He knew it well and she was planning to walk directly into bear territory.

"Wait," he called effectively halting her steps. She came back but only to pull him by the neck of his tunic to follow her. Of course, she wasn't strong enough to move him. It only worked because he chose it. If his subjects could see him now being led through his forest by the delicate fingers of a human woman, he'd be embarrassed but where no one could see--he didn't mind. She felt like home and being near her felt right.

The walk was good. Peaceful. They didn't talk though he'd wanted to, he didn't know what to say. It took him twenty minutes to decide on the perfect question, ruling out three others. It was the question he wanted answered the most. He waited for what seemed like the perfect moment, she was getting a little tired and needed to stop walking for a bit.

"A week ago," he started watching her sit on the ground in her silk dress. He heard her stomach grumble aggressively and felt bad. "Hold on," he gestured pausing in his escape to look back at her. "Don't move."

He knew of a fruit grove full of plums and he was there and back in mere minutes, offering her the fruits which she held like gold. He waited until she got one in her system to pose his question.

"Why were you in the woods?"

The story of her travel from North America to Africa for the sake of dance intrigued him.

"Is that why your feet," he gestured with his eyes not wishing to insult her. She didn't seem to care.

"These are dancer feet, we suffer for beauty," she countered. Of course this came with a sadness stemming from her missing her performance, she was very upset and he understood why. He hadn't known about it until this moment. No one had said anything, too afraid he gathered.

"I've never seen a ballet," he shared, curiosity bubbling. "I probably never will considering I'm contained to this forest."

"Why is that," she frowned. It was a tough question to answer, not because he didn't know but because of how it affected him. It was part of the blood curse passed from his parents to him, something his father brought on voluntarily without weighing the consequences. He was stuck with said consequences and left on his own, a baby forced to grow himself. The first wanderers he found in the forest, he turned by biting them. He didn't know then what would happen but once they turned they were bound to his side and he was no longer quite so alone though he was still lonely. That was the beginning of his kingdom and his motivation for turning straggling travelers.

"That's why you killed Deanna and Julip, you wanted friends." Her face was full of sympathy and he straightened, not liking the idea of being pathetic in her eyes.

"They're not my friends, they're my subjects. I have no friends."

"Eh, you could," she poked at his arm and he walked away, disappearing from her sight not wanting to appear weak. "Where are you going," she called dryly.

"Away."

"I was just saying if you dropped the holier than thou attitude, you might be a little less bitchy."

"Get your ass back here," she commanded and he turned on his heel incredulous. No one in his life had ever spoke to him an ounce of the way she had. If they had, he'd have tortured them to send a clear message.

"Careful," he warned, but she didn't seem fearful. Any fear she had melted the second she first challenged him.

Bitchy? He scowled baring his teeth.

"I'll show you bitchy," he whispered lunging at her. She screamed tripping over herself to get away but he noticed that her heart was steady. As he chased her in slow motion compared to his possible speed, she wasn't afraid. She was having fun. She screamed again tossing a plum at him which he caught as she giggled running behind a tree. It was when he broke the branch she was hiding behind like a toothpick that she stopped giggling.

Passing him she made her easy back to their spot and though he'd gotten a little bit carried away, he couldn't deny that it was the most fun he'd ever had.

"Uhh. Maybe we should just talk some more, yeah?"

He shrugged.

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crimsonrae · 4 years

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Across the Road, At the Brothel

Chapter Nine

Summary: Jaskier fell in love any day that the sun rose in the East. It was a trifling, pleasurable experience for him. Even when he was jumping out a window to avoid cuckolded husbands. So what happens when his trifles start to become more significant? Jaskier/OC. Some Yennefer/Geralt

A/N: Jaskier is just too adorable not to write about. This is a relationship development story with an OC. There will be smut in later chapters and plenty of angst.

Warning: There is Smut in this Chapter!

Rating: Mature

Bathing Chambers and Horses

The Rose and Pine was in rare form as raucous travelers clambered about the tables eager to exchange news and gossip. Jaskier kept his ears peeled for anything noteworthy as he quietly searched the tavern. He had finished a set of bawdy limericks which were always a crowd pleaser and required little use of his lute, but now it was time for a break. Geralt had spent all of five minutes in the crowded tavern before murmuring something to Lyrra and slipping back out the door. Jaskier had barely held in a knowing scoff at his friend's departure, but now his eyes were scanning for the familiar blue-grey headscarf in the crowd.

He frowned when he didn't find her. While Lyrra wasn't always the easiest to pick out in a crowd, he had become familiar enough with the way she glided around people to be able to find her fairly quickly. A small tendril of unease rippled through his gut as he continued to eye the small dining area. Shades of the last time he hadn't been able to find her in a crowd pricked at his memory. A brief thought of checking the kitchen swooped through his thoughts as he approached the bar, but then he could always just ask the barkeep. Hillard already had a goblet of wine waiting for him when he sidled up to the edge of the bar.

He took it with an acknowledging nod, "My thanks."

Hillard flicked a knowing glance towards the bard. It had been two weeks since the minstrel had arrived in Glynedol and the barkeep didn't think a day had gone by when he hadn't followed his barmaid around like a shadow, "She's o'er at ta whore 'ouse."

Jaskier blinked at the abrupt remark, a multitude of questions poised on his tongue, "Did she tell you to tell me that?"

A sly smile pulled at the old barkeep's mouth; he was well aware of what Lyrra normally told the more lecherous men that came into the tavern. It would be a good joke to tell the bard the same to see if he would go, but in this case, it was true, "No, boy."

"Not a boy." Jaskier stated with a pointed finger, but nodded all the same, "Though again, my thanks."

He downed the rest of his wine in one gulp and Hillard shook his head amused as the bard made a speedy exit for Tyssa's brothel. It never occurred to the minstrel to ask if she had left in the company of another.

Feverish thoughts danced through the bard's head as he crossed the road. Images of Lyrra with one of the skimpily clad women he had witnessed inside was the one most hoped for and prominent, though he had the sneaking suspicion that the former princess was merely dropping off the town drunk again. Still, there was no point in bursting that particular bubble until he set his sights on her.

To his surprise, the town innkeeper stood outside the brothel like some sort of sentry when he arrived. He raised a brow at the portly man as he came to a stop, "I thought Madam Tyssa was the owner of this fine establishment."

"She is, Bard." Owain said quietly as he leaned bored against the doorjamb.

Jaskier forced a smile and nodded as if he knew what exactly was going on, "Right... If you don't mind just stepping to the side so that I may enter."

"Doesn't open for another hour." Owain murmured lowly and much to Jaskier's confusion.

It was well past dark and he had never once heard of a brothel having hours, "I'm sorry, but what? What do you mean it opens in an hour?"

"It opens in an hour." Owain stated again drolly, not budging an inch even as the door was suddenly yanked open.

The innkeeper nearly fell backward as Madam Hatchet's face scowled out into the road, "What's wit all ta noise?"

Jaskier nearly flinched under that woman's glower. She could make Geralt pause with a stare like that, he silently swore, "Your new guard man won't let me in."

Owain rolled his eyes and tipped his head back to meet Tyssa's questioning glance. It was all Jaskier needed to know that there were no hours for the brothel. Even still, he heard the older man grumble to Tyssa under his breath, "He travels wit the witcha."

For fuck's sake, Jaskier groaned quietly.

Tyssa rolled her eyes and murmured something about idiots as she nudged the innkeeper to the side, "He's here ta see his lady, Owain. Let 'im in."

Owain looked baffled as he glanced suspiciously at the bard, "I thought he liked Lyrra."

Jaskier couldn't keep his disbelief from his expression as he tried to find the right words to vent his indignancy on the man. What business was it of his whom he decided to spend his time? Nevermind, if he were here to find Lyrra or not. He didn't have to as Tyssa uttered a pained moan, "She's inside, ya pigheaded fool."

She fairly pushed the portly man away from her door and ushered the bard into her business with all the fuss of a mother hen. It was bewildering. Especially after the narrowed eyed suspicion that he had received the last time he had been in this woman's presence. Tyssa smiled almost fondly at him, an amused twinkle in her hard eyes as if she knew what he was thinking. And wasn't that just disconcerting?

He ignored the distant sounds of debauched fun petering down the hall and stairs to them as he frowned at the Madam, "Where -"

"Down ta stairs to ta left." Tyssa answered before he could finish his question. The knowing look in her eyes was much more devious than Hillard's had been and he suddenly wondered what he would be walking into as the brothel owner pulled open a door to a set of stairs leading down, " 'Bout time tha girl took to someone."

"Wha-" Jaskier began to ask as he stepped inside, but the stairwell door shut in his face, leaving him in a dimly lit corridor, "Rude... There's something wrong with the people in this town."

Thrown by the sudden lack of noise and the sudden oppressive feeling of heat, Jaskier cautiously continued down. He had heard of brothels that offered more specialized services for its clients. Where people would need a password to enter a section such as this – quiet, private, dark … unnecessarily creepy. Yet, he heard nothing as he reached the bottom. There was only a corridor with two doors. He turned to the left and pushed the door open and prayed that the brothel's madam hadn't just sent him into a dungeon.

What on earth could Lyrra possibly be doing down here?

He received his answer seconds later when he was met by the sight of a very naked Lyrra in a steaming pool. It took several minutes for him to process that the brothel had an underground bath as his gaze devoured the expanse of flesh bared to him as she stood from rinsing some sort of soap from her long hair. He breathed out, "By the Gods."

Lyrra's gaze snapped to the door at the low sound of his voice, "Jaskier!" Automatically, her arms crossed over her chest to cover herself from his gaze, a dark blush staining her skin, "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you as it so happens." Jaskier murmured amused and feeling rather grateful to the old madam upstairs as he stepped closer to the pool, "Is this a hot spring?"

"Turn around! Better yet, get out!" Lyrra hissed ignoring his question as she glared darkly at him, "How did you even get down here?"

He smirked, but did as she bid and turned his back, "It seems Madam Hatchet has taken a liking to me. She also seems to think that we're more intimately acquainted than we are."

Lyrra uttered a small oath, making Jaskier snicker. Light splashes of water broke the atmosphere for a moment before she sighed, "Alright, you can turn back."

Jaskier turned to find that she had moved to the edge of the pool barely a foot from him. Her body now obscured by the water and sidewall but there was no getting the image of her splendid naked form from his head. He smiled roguishly at her scowl, "You know, you could have just said you were going for a bath here tonight. I wouldn't have bothered you."

Lyrra shot him a look of pure disbelief.

His smile widened, "No, you're probably right. I would have snuck down here far quicker."

"Was there something you needed?" Lyrra asked drolly an unwilling smile twitched at the corners of her lips, despite her annoyance.

"Just you." Jaskier replied quietly as he bent down on one knee before her, "I wasn't in the mood to carouse with the hoards tonight, thought you might want to turn in early. We've had a long few days."

"Mmm." Lyrra agreed thoughtfully, her gaze softening as she raised a brow, "True. I'm surprised you don't want a break from me. All three of us have been in each other's pockets lately."

Jaskier merely shrugged, "I like being around you."

She stared at him a moment and he could see uncertainty lurking in her grey orbs. What she was uncertain about he wasn't sure, but Jaskier wasn't about to question it when she nodded behind her and quietly requested, "Join me."

He bit his lip as he considered her, despite his teasing he had no desire to force her into anything, "You sure? I can wait upstairs, Lyrra."

"I like being around you too." Lyrra answered softly, "Besides when's the last time you bathed in something other than the cold stream by my cottage?"

"My first night here." Jaskier murmured under his breath as he let his doublet slip to the ground. To his amusement, Lyrra turned to give him privacy as he continued to disrobe as if she wouldn't see all when he joined her in the pool. He had long gotten over any discomfort at being seen naked. Being forced to endure the trauma of the shared bathing chambers with fifty other boys while going through his formative years at Oxenfurt had effectively curbed any sense of modesty he may have possessed.

Soon enough his trousers and small clothes joined the rest of the pile on the ground and Jaskier slid gingerly into the pool. He was pleasantly surprised by how deep the watery pit went as the hot water just reached above his waist. A wooden platform had been anchored to the side walls about four feet down for people to stand on, but he could tell the well went deeper. So, it was a hot spring. Interesting.

He glanced over to see Lyrra still had her back to him, but her posture had become tense. Tense, in the way he recognized from those horrid exercises they did with her back. He stifled a sigh and wondered if he had made a mistake, "Lyrra, turn around."

She hesitated for a minute, peeking shyly over her shoulder at him. He smiled in gentle amusement at her and reached out a hand, "Come here."

Slowly, she linked her fingers with his and lets him tug her into his arms. It took every ounce of willpower he had to keep his eyes on her face and not sneak another peek. Gods, he hoped that she knew how much she tested his resolve. He raised a hand to caress her cheek as he lowly uttered, "We go at your pace, not mine." He brushed a light kiss where his hand had been, "I also don't care if you look. I encourage it even. Now, where are the soaps hidden?"

He felt more than saw the tension leave her as she smiled a little ruefully at him, "How do you do that?"

Jaskier raised a brow at her, "Do what?"

"Know what's bothering me without me saying anything." Lyrra answered as she pulled away. He watched as she moved to the opposite end of the pool where he now saw a slew of bottles. She chose a few and a rag.

Quietly, he moved beside her, "You're not that hard to read. What's that?"

He pointed to the bottle she was shaking, "Softens the hair. Dunk yourself. There's a ledge to sit on over there."

"Going to bathe me?" Jaskier asked mildly amused and more than a little excited at the prospect. A state that wasn't helped as she peered up at him through her lashes. Gods, she was a minx.

"Maybe." Lyrra murmured softly as she nudged him towards the ledge.

He smirked and quickly dipped himself below the surface to wet his hair before following her instruction. He had said they would go at her pace and he was presently very curious to see what that pace was exactly. He slipped onto the ledge and promptly found himself white-knuckling the stone next to his thighs. Lyrra had gotten over her own spell of modesty rather quickly it seemed as she no longer angled herself in just a way to hide her attributes. And what lovely attributes they were... He greedily took in the swell of her breasts and the dusty pink of her nipples that glistened and beckoned from the water to be touched. Arousal slammed through his blood at full force. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He didn't know if he could do this, definitely couldn't hide it.

Jaskier swallowed tightly as she approached and silently coaxed him to lean down. Seconds later her fingers were running through his hair and he had closed his eyes to focus only on that sensation. It had been a long time since someone had bathed him. He didn't remember the practice feeling quite this good. He leaned into her touch as she began to massage the soapy solution through his locks and fairly hummed in contentment as a light honey smell permeated the air.

Lyrra giggled but didn't stop. Suddenly she asked, "Jaskier, are you sitting on your hands?"

"Yes." He mumbled and cautiously looked up at her through one eye as he tried not to let the soap slide in, "You have absolutely no idea how enticing you are."

She had a pretty good idea, judging by the state of his cock. She shook her head at him and wiped a trail of suds from his face, "Why torment yourself like this then?"

He grinned at her, "It's such a delicious torment though and would I to die right now, I'd die fairly happy."

"Dunk." She ordered lightly humor coloring her tone as she stepped back.

When he reclaimed his spot on the ledge, she had a lathered rag ready. To his surprise, she didn't return to her ministrations right away. Lyrra set the rag to the side and stepped into his space. An almost bashful grimace lightened her visage, though he could still very much see her amusement with him. Her slender hands framed his face and he unconsciously leaned towards her as she claimed a kiss. Again, he white-knuckled the stone beneath him, but even as she stoked the fires of his lust, a nervous tendril that curled in his veins began to settle. Kissing had become familiar between the two of them. He hardly missed an opportunity the past week to taste her lips, more than content with the simple show of affection.

A dull whine of protest escaped him when she finally pulled away and Lyrra smirked at him, "Minx."

Her grey eyes danced mischievously and for a moment he likened her to a water nymph, "A reward for being good."

"Oh? And what other rewards do you have planned?" Jaskier questioned teasingly as she took up the rag and began to gently scrub the skin of his throat, "I can be very, very good, Lyrra."

"I know you can be good. It's why I put up with you." Lyrra murmured as she moved the cloth over his shoulders and chest, "Well that and you always seem to be around now."

He snorted, "Are you saying my proximity is the only reason you allow me favor?"

A smile tugged at her lips and she shook her head, "No, I allow you favor because you're good. You surprise me."

"How so?"

She sighed and gently splashed water where she had washed, "You know I find you attractive, but you don't push me for more than what I've already given. You could have had me a week ago at the inn, but you didn't. You leave a flower on the woodpile for me after Geralt pushes me through one of his exercises." He stilled fractionally and she caught his stare, "Didn't think I noticed?"

He shrugged awkwardly, "You never come inside with them."

She smiled, "Look at the cottage side when we go back. They've been tied and hanged to dry. The smell from the petals will last longer that way."

A strange contented warmth filled Jaskier at the knowledge that she was preserving his little gifts. He had started it as an act of comfort. The only way he knew how to fix some of her distress after those damnable sessions, but he hadn't been sure it had even been noticed. She bade him stand and turn as he puzzled over this revelation.

The rough cloth continued on its path across the tops of his shoulders and gradually continued down. Soapy suds slickened his skin, but it wasn't until she reached between his shoulder blades that he was introduced to a new sensation. Her fingers replaced the cloth and she drew light lines into his flesh. Familiar lines... Jaskier grimaced as he remembered the scars, he bore there. It had been a while since anyone had paid attention to those marks, "They don't hurt."

A displeased hum emitted from his enchantress at his words and he risked a glance back to see her glaring darkly at his rented flesh, "You were caned."

He blinked surprised that she recognized the punishment he'd received from just the scars, "Bit of a precocious pupil and the Headmaster had his lessons to impart. It was a long time ago, Lyrra. I promise it doesn't hurt."

Her glare shifted from his back to meet his face, "You were a child."

He was struck by the distress in her eyes as if the caning had taken place hours ago as opposed to years. He loved her at that moment, "Hey, I'm okay. Right as rain, yeah?"

Her hand lingered over his scars and Lyrra shook her head as if to clear away a dark fog, "Sorry... I don't like the idea of you hurt."

"Well, that's something." Jaskier murmured teasingly as he turned his attention back around, "Won't have to worry about you coming at me with a cane then."

The cloth resumed its path, "That's not funny."

"No, I suppose not." He uttered quietly as he sunk into her touch and pushed away from the pained memories of those punishments. She shocked him again when the rag was placed next to him and her hands gripped his hips. Light open-mouthed kisses were pressed into his mutilated skin making small shocks of flame burn across his back and to his extremities.

Gods be damned for this exquisite torture.

He gasped as she pressed fully against him. Her soft breasts molded to his form and her hands trailed a path to his racing heart as she continued to lavish attention to his healed wounds. His hand covered hers as her tongue caressed the underside of his shoulder blade, pulling a muffled moan from his lips. Who knew that such attention could be so overwhelmingly erotic? He was going to cum without her ever touching him where he needed it most.

As if she could read his mind, her other hand slipped down and drew a line over his cock. His hips jerked in reflex as another groan spilled from him. All pretense of a bath was gone now, he clutched at the lip of the pool, "Lyrrana fuck... tell me, luv."

"Shhh..." She breathed out as her touch became more bold, "Let me take care of you."

He wasn't about to stop her. She nipped gently at the nape of his neck just as she tugged upon him and he was sure he was going to die. There was just too much and not enough all at once. Her mouth seemed to be everywhere as her fingers teased and caressed. The rhythm of her strokes was frustrating as it was enticing. His hips bucked unconsciously into her hand for more. Already he could feel the tight coil in his loins, he was so close.

"Lyrrana..." He desperately pleaded.

Her hand tightened around his cock almost painfully, but then she slid down the length of him and pressed the heel of her hand to massage into his balls. He cried out seconds later as the coil was released and he came hard.

Fuck... Just fuck...

He had never – never cum like that from a handjob. His breath was ragged as he came back to his senses and his legs actually felt fucking shaky. Without much thought beyond need, he whipped around startling Lyrra as he yanked her into him. His mouth covered hers before she could form a protest. He needed to touch her, to see her, to hear her.

His, a voice growled possessively in the back of his mind. A voice he had long learned to ignore, but at that moment was more inclined to agree with – she was his for however long she would have him.

He trailed biting kisses down her jaw to her throat, intent on leaving his mark on her. Her moan was music to his ears as he played his own tender ministrations to her supple body.

"Jas...Jaskier." She gasped out laughingly as she tried to gain his attention. He hummed in acknowledgment but didn't stop his lavish kiss to her throat, "You know you don't need to return the favor."

He pulled back affronted as he stared down at her. Did she really think that he was truly the type of man who didn't enjoy giving pleasure as much as taking it?

Lyrra's eyes widened as she seemed to realize how he had taken that comment. Quiet laughter fell from her lips at his outrage as she sought to soothe his bruised ego, "You can if you want-"

"I want. I more than want. I demand, woman." Jaskier rasped firmly, still annoyed that this had even been questioned.

Brimming with amusement, Lyrra cupped his face in her hands, "Jaskier, I only meant, that I wanted to bring you pleasure, I wasn't expecting anything in return. You've given me so much else."

He still wasn't happy with that response as he pressed a bruising kiss to her lips, "And I don't expect such pleasure as payment, Lyrra. I like you...a lot in case you haven't noticed. Returning the favor as you call it, isn't a favor. It's a damn gift."

She stared at him stunned and he wanted to shake her. This shouldn't be a bloody surprise. A frustrated huff left him as he caged her against the side of the pool, "Lyrra, please by the Gods, tell me that your lovers have not all been so egregiously selfish."

He knows there have to be others. The way she had seduced him at the inn, and the way she brought him to completion a few minutes ago spoke to less traumatic sexual experiences.

Her mouth moved silently for a moment before she shrugged, "I've only ever had two."

Jaskier stared at her for a moment, "Tell me that one of those was not... that you're not counting him." He spat the last word distressed and she looked away from him. He knew exactly what that meant. They hadn't talked about him, the man who had abused her. He had been too afraid of opening more old wounds and she seemed more than content to let them rest, but this he would not abide, "He cannot be classified anywhere in the same vicinity as a lover, Lyrra. Not someone like that. And this other idiot you bedded?"

Lyrra sighed a faint frown twisting at her lips, "I was more comfortable giving than receiving."

That was a little more understandable to Jaskier, if still unconscionable, "I have half a mind to rent one of these rooms from Madam Hatchet and lock us both in until you know what it's like to have every kind of carnal pleasure drawn from your bones." Her eyes snapped to his in keen interest and amused protest, "You have a great deal to discover and I'm going to thoroughly enjoy showing you."

"Jaskier." Lyrra huffed lowly with a shake of her head.

He smiled darkly at her disbelief and snaked a hand between them to slip a finger along her most intimate part. She gasped at the sudden contact and he was pleased to find a slickness that betrayed her arousal. Oh yes, he was going to enjoy this. He didn't give her much time to process as he stole another kiss before he gripped her hips and hefted her out of the pool.

"Jaskier!" Lyrra protested when he pulled her legs open to bare her fully to his sight and refused to let her shut them again.

It was a terribly vulnerable position, he knew, but it was also kind of the point. He gazed up at her, eyes almost black with desire, "Trust me?"

A shuddering breath stole through her under that look as she hesitantly nodded.

"Good." He purred as he pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee and drew her leg over his shoulder, "Lean back and relax, Lyrrana... If you want me to stop." He grinned roguishly, "Just pull my hair."

She snorted quietly, "What beast have I awoken?"

"An insatiable one." Jaskier answered as he nipped and licked his way up her thighs. So close to where he wanted to taste, but still so far.

He skillfully teased and caressed every inch before him as he listened to the harmony of her ragged breathes and muffled moans until she was a withering mess. And then he was there. Nuzzling the soft thatch of curls that marked her womanhood as she squirmed in his grasp. To get closer or away he wasn't sure, but he firmed his arm over her hips to keep her still as his hot tongue ran the length of her slit. The faint cry that echoed through the chamber was pure bliss.

He smiled and licked up the juices she was creating and nearly moaned at the taste. Better than any wine. A growl rumbled through his throat and he pushed her legs wider as he searched for the nub that would have her keening. He found it as his teeth grazed over the tender flesh and she jerked violently in his grasp. Jaskier gazed fastened to her face to make sure she was alright but found the most sinfully beautiful sight on the Continent.

Lyrra's head had tipped back, her eyes half-closed in a pleasured torment were framed by the peaks of her breasts as her chest heaved. She was magnificent. His tongue swirled a circle around her clit and she cried out and tried to squirm away. He kept her still as he continued his slow torture, adding a finger, then two, then three as he stretched her entrance.

Sweat now dampened her body as much as steam. She cried out again, "Julian, please!"

He jerked in surprise to hear his given name, but strangely he liked it. He liked it a lot. He crooked a finger inside her and dragged it across the top of her wonderful chasm as he sucked hard on her nub. The result was spectacular as Lyrra cried out once more and her walls spasmed tightly around his still thrusting fingers. Slick coated his hand as he lathed up the mess he had made.

Lyrra had had enough, however as her fingers entwined in his wet locks and she gave an urgent tug. Jaskier froze and turned a questioning glance on her. Wondering if he had inadvertently hurt her or crossed an unspoken line without realizing. She tightened her grip and rasped, "Get up here."

That was a demand he would gladly follow. In a flash, he was out of the pool and hovering over her as their lips met again. Her legs wrapped snuggly around his waist and it was all the encouragement that he needed as he thrust into her. Groans were pulled from both of them and Jaskier swore he blacked out. Gods, he had never been clutched so perfectly, hadn't known it was possible to feel like this. He had been joking when he had called himself insatiable, but he honestly didn't know if he could stop touching her now.

He couldn't help but chuckle as Lyrrana managed to reverse their positions and pinned his hands by his head. She looked as needy as he felt, "What?"

He grinned at her, "If this is what it is to worship at your alter... then I'd be a very religious man indeed."

"You're ridiculous. I'm hardly someone to be worshipped and this is nowhere near close to a church." A shaky laugh tumbled from her throat as she leaned over him. Her hair created a veil around them as she claimed a kiss that was tentative and soft as she began to ride him.

He was absolutely enraptured, "Oh, but you are. You are my goddess. My angel. My muse."

"Jaskier -"

"Julian." He murmured, desperate to hear his given name on her lips again, "Use my name."

Lyrra smiled gently at him, "Julian, shut up and move."

He heartily obliged.

They moved together searching for that crescendo. Their bodies entwined so completely that he was no longer sure where he ended and she began. Then he felt her tremble. It was his only warning before she shattered completely and utterly around him. He was overwhelmed and overcome as he cried out a second later and followed after her.

He felt like he was floating as he basked in the afterglow.

Lyrra had collapsed bonelessly against him and he barely heard her murmur, "It's never been like that before."

It's a statement he can wholly agree with, never had a coupling felt that intense. Suddenly, he felt her shaking again and for a horrible moment, he was sure that she was crying, "Lyrra?"

Only she wasn't, she was laughing as she met his worried gaze, "Well, I think we can safely say you cannot be friends with a woman or at the very least with me."

Jaskier snorted as he recalled that particular conversation, "I much prefer this anyway... We should talk about this."

A sigh left her as she rested her chin on his chest, "We should."

There's a reluctance in her gaze that he was slow to understand. He didn't get a chance to ask as a loud pounding resounded on the door to the chamber, "If youse finished in there, there are otters who be needing ta space."

A red flush suddenly coated Lyrra's cheeks and Jaskier couldn't help but laugh at her mortified expression, "Just a few minutes. We'll be out."

"Do you think she heard all of that?" Lyrra whispered as she rolled off him.

"Probably." He felt bereft at the loss of contact but merely sighed as he followed her back into the pool.

They cleaned themselves quickly, mostly because Lyrra refused to let him within touching distance until they're out of the water again. He didn't take it personally. He knew they would spend another hour in that pool if she would let him.

It isn't until they were dressing that Jaskier felt his good mood slip. He had just pulled on his breeches when he looked over to see Lyrra wringing out her hair. Her back was to him and it was the first time he had seen it bare. He approached her without thought to what he was doing until he was tracing the puckered red flesh that lied in almost the same place as his caning scars. Hers was not a caning scar...it was a damn brand. He was unsurprised when Lyrra automatically jerked from his touch.

Her eyes were wide as she turned to him, "Jaskier."

A cold pit opened in his stomach as he stared at her in horror. A quiet seething rage had begun to build and it terrified him, "Who did this? Tell me his name."

Lyrra sighed tiredly and pulled her dress the rest of the way up, hiding her scar from view, "It doesn't matter now. We need to go."

"Doesn't matter?" He questioned in disbelief, "Doesn't matter? There's a bloody brand on your back."

"I know." Lyrra snapped as she glared up at him. She drew a calming breath and slowly leaned against him, "Not here, Jaskier, please. It's not going away whether I tell you about it or not. Please let's just go. We were both so happy a moment ago."

He didn't move as he tried to gain control of his anger. He had known – had known she had been hurt, had been tormented, but it hadn't truly registered until he saw that fucking burn. He felt sick. Who the fuck branded someone? She seemed to sense his struggle as she leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth, "Please."

There was another kiss and another and before he realized it, he had slipped his hands around her waist and pressed his head to hers, "Alright... alright. But we will have this discussion, Lyrra."

Her lips tightened into a thin line, but she didn't argue. He let her lead him from the bathing chamber and didn't comment on her blush as they passed a very smug-looking brothel owner. They reached the top of the stairs when an unexpected sight caught their attention. Both of them raised their brows in curiosity.

Geralt had stepped out of a room down the hall and was adjusting his shirt when he caught sight of them in turn. Behind him stood a very sated looking woman in a dressing gown which left no allusions as to what he had been up to.

There was a moment of awkward silence and Jaskier was pleasantly surprised when it wasn't him that broke it with a crass comment, but Lyrra, "So, this is what checking on your horse means."

He choked on a laugh as Geralt glowered at them, "I see you got the love bite this time."

Lyrra flushed deeper and Jaskier couldn't stop the wolfish smirk that tugged at his lips. In silent agreement, the trio decided not to say anything further as they exited the brothel and headed for Lyrra's cottage.

Jaskier made it a good five minutes before he asked, "So, how is Roach?"

Geralt didn't even look at him, "Jaskier, shut up."

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imperial-martian · 5 years

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The Secrets You Keep Hidden- Chapter One {Mycroft Holmes x Reader}

A/N: The house that I have described as Mycroft's manor is the actual house that he lives in throughout the BBC Sherlock show. (I have photos if you are interested in seeing it. Leave a comment if so!)

You weren't surprised when it suddenly wasn't raining on you anymore, even if there was still rain coming down around you. Without having to look over at the person who had caused the rain to be shielded from you, you knew who it was.

They hadn't said anything, letting you both stand in silence to grieve for the time being. You knew the silence wouldn't last, it never did, but for now, you let it settle over you like a soft blanket in the midst of winter.

That would have been rather nice right now, to sit on your settee, a blanket wrapped around you with a warm cup of tea in your hands as you watched some old movies. However, that wasn't what was happening, instead, you were standing in front of your best friends grave with raindrops- or maybe those were tears? -streaming down your cheeks.

A year and eight months still hadn't been enough time to stop grieving, and really you didn't know if any amount of time would be.

The silence was broken the next moment when a loud roar of thunder and lightning flashed through the air. It was a surprise to the man standing beside you that you were the first to speak.

He would have rather heard you make a comment as to how he knew you would be there, or that he should be at work, but what he got were all broken words.

"Do you ever think that if we had been there when he jumped that we could have persuaded him not to?" you asked, your words ending in a choked sob that you had covered up with your hand.

Mycroft, the man beside, made a slight rustling sound beside you as he reached into his breast pocket to pull out his pocket square. He held it out to you, bowing his head a little as if he were nodding at it and telling you to take it.

You made a small, soft chuckle between a choked sob and took the cloth from him, whispering a weak thank you before clenching the pocket square in your hand. It would do you no use to wipe your tears at the rate you were crying in, and Mycroft knew that.

He had not a single clue on how to comfort someone when grieving- actually, he had no idea how to comfort someone at all. You knew that he was trying his best and appreciated his efforts even if they weren't the most effective form of comfort. At least he was able to make you laugh, even if it was only in playful pity.

Another roar of lightning and thunder flashed, causing you to jump a bit at the un-expectancy of it. A rustling sound came from beside you before a trench coat was held out in front of you.

Knowing that Mycroft wanted you to take it from him, you looked at him, opening your mouth to protest only to close it again when he gave you a sharp look.

"You've already stood out here long enough to get a cold, I'm trying to lessen the chance of you getting the flu. I won't take any sort of protest." Just by the tone he had said it, you could tell he wasn't in the best of moods.

With a bit of reluctance, you took it from him, murmuring a small thank you yet again as you slipped your arms into the sleeves of the navy blue material. It was still warm from when Mycroft had worn it, the smell of his musky cologne and hints of earl grey tea, and the most prominent smell of cigarette smoke lingered on it.

You felt your heart clench a little at the realization that he was smoking again, even after he had stopped for the bit of time you forced him to. It was three years ago when you were visiting his office that you saw the ashtray that already had two cigarettes burnt out in it, and one in his hand. You threatened to never return back to the office if he continued to smoke, especially in his office.

With time, he began to limit the amount he smoked, but the clear smell on his trench coat was enough to let you know that he certainly had had more than one cigarette that day.

Even with the awful smell, you couldn't help but turn the collar up and find comfort in the warmth of the soft material that was loosely encased around you. The coat was clearly far too large for you, your hands barely making it out of the sleeves, and the bottom of the trench coat padding your knees.

It was larger than the one Sherlock used to wear- which even to this day you still wear it when you grieve at home -but it's much more comfortable than Sherlock's. Maybe it was because Sherlock's coat now only brought sadness and despair whenever you wore it when Mycroft's brought you comfort and hope.

Hope was the only thing that had seemed to be missing from your life now, and it had since the fall, so the sudden surge of it caused a shiver to run down your spine. Mycroft has mistaken it, thinking that you had gotten cold and made a suggestion that you should both head home.

You didn't protest, knowing that it was getting late and you should be heading home, but the thought of going homemade you feel uneasy, uncomfortable knowing that you'd be alone. You froze where you stood for a moment, feeling a tremor rush through you before, as the rain began to pelt down on you as Mycroft continued to walk a few more steps before realizing you weren't beside him.

He stopped himself, turning his head to look back at you before noticing the way your e/c eyes looked almost hollow with no emotion. Mycroft was quick to tell what was wrong, and as he moved towards you he offered his hand in a rare moment of outward affection.

Looking down at his hand, you took it in yours instantly feeling a sudden tightness in your throat as if you were going to cry again. He carefully brought you closer to him so that you weren't standing out in the rain anymore.

"How about we go to my house?" Mycroft suggested although he didn't give you enough time to respond. "I'll have somebody grab your clothes for 221C if you're comfortable with that, or we can go get them together, so you can stay the night in one of my guest rooms."

You couldn't even form words to argue with Mycroft as to why you shouldn't stay at his house, nor did you want to. You just gave a nod of acceptance and let him lead you to the town car that had driven him here.

"I'd prefer if we stopped at Baker Street together before heading to your house if that's alright," you mumbled after getting yourself situated besides Mycroft in the back of the car.

He all but made a sound of acknowledgment before telling his chauffeur where to go. He seemed to Shevardnadze no patience in his tone, and you suddenly felt bad for making him come out in the rain to ensure you wouldn't get sick.

Knowing that it was best to apologize for it, you looked over at him and spoke in a soft voice. "I'm sorry for making you come out in the rain," you started, your words being a filled with guilt. "It wasn't my best choice to visit Sherlock's grave at this time," you concluded.

Feeling a sudden pain in his head before a headache settled in, he groaned before replying in an almost hoarse voice. "Yes, it probably wasn't your best decision." Although he hadn't said it in a harsh way, it still made your stomach turn in an uncomfortable manner before all you did was a nod and look out the window.

Tears once again threatened to spill from your eyes. You hated disappointing Mycroft, but that's all you seemed to be doing after the passing of Sherlock. Nothing was the same, and although you never expected it to be after such an event, you wish it hadn't changed in the way it did.

Everything was different now. Mycroft was even more closed off than he was when you first met. To you, he no longer felt like a friend and more like a babysitter that was constantly watching you. You not only felt his disappointment, but you felt your own which only made the tears harder to keep back before you couldn't anymore.

You couldn't have been more thankful when the car arrived at Baker Street in the next moment. Mentally letting out a sigh of relief, you removed the seatbelt from its position around your shoulder and torso before opening the door.

"I shouldn't be more than five minutes," you informed Mycroft, not looking back at him as you spoke, trying to keep your voice as level as you could.

You heard Mycroft let out a 'hmph' as if to let you know that he heard you before you exited the car and walked into the rain again. Pulling out your key, you unlocked the door and made your way upstairs to 221C where you quickly scouted to find a bag to put all the clothes and other essentials you would need in.

Grabbing some comfortable clothes for the night and the following day, as well as your bathroom needs, you made your way towards the exit of your flat, locking it and walking past 221B. The sight of the closed door and the silence that filled the stairwell made you feel unsettled, and as you wiped the tears from your eyes, you walked back down the steps to enter the car again.

Mycroft has taken the time that you were gathering your things to think to himself. He hadn't seemed to be able to catch a break in a long while, between government cases and his brother's updates, he was constantly focusing on different things. This only added to it.

He wished that you only knew that the suicide was planned. That Sherlock wasn't dead. Boy wouldn't it make his life a whole lot easier.

It was sad to think that he'd only wished that you'd known to make it easier on himself, and had he actually allowed himself to realize how much he truly cared for you he'd see how awful he was thinking what he just did. But he couldn't help it. Caring would always be just a disadvantage to him. It would always be a useless emotional reaction that he wouldn't allow himself to feel.

The sound of a car door opening only to close a few seconds later caused his focus to shift from his thoughts to you. He glanced over at you as you put on the seatbelt again, struggling when you accidentally got it caught on inside of his coat while you weren't paying attention.

"Do you need to make another stop or are we ready to resume our ride to my house?" Mycroft asked, looking at you with his blue eyes that even in the cloudiest of days, reflected some sort of light back to you.

After holding his gaze for a moment, you blinked and nodded, swallowing the embarrassment you began to feel down. "I am," you announced softly, looking down at the coat and fiddling with the bottom of it as if you were smoothing our a wrinkle to distract yourself from the man beside you.

He nodded, one which you didn't see but knew that he had, looking at his driver through the rearview mirror. It didn't take more than a second before the car was going down the road again.

The ride was spent in silence, as you two focused on other things. Mycroft answering a few emails on his laptop which he had pulled out knowing that the ride would be longer than usual due to both the rain and the time of day. You, on the other hand, were focused on the view outside the window.

Mycroft lived outside of London, and although you had been to his house on more than one occasion, it wasn't enough for you to actually take in the sight of the area he lived in. It was just as you had expected it'd be, even if you didn't already know what it looked like.

Houses seemed to be miles apart from one another, each one designed to look like a Victorian house with the architecture being made mostly out of the local bricks that seemed to be around when these houses were made. Each house had a different design, but all together looked as though they were built back in the eighteenth century, even if some had a more modern feel to it.

It wasn't until the car turned into a driveway that you realized you had arrived at Mycroft's house- manor being a better term to use for it. The outside of the manor was made of the same white stones that were smoothed down against each surface. A few stairs with curved stone railings on each side led up to the front door. Flowers were placed on either side of the staircase with a bush located on the right side of the front of the manor that wrapped around it to the other sidewall.

Twenty sets of windows were located at the front of the house, each window having the curtains draped across the top corners off to the side. The lawn was perfectly cut and flower bushes rested near the front of the lawn, towards the street.

To describe the manor in simple terms, it was fit for royalty, and most certainly not for somebody who lived alone.

Entering the house, you walked into the house you were met with another staircase, this one made of wood with a red carpet leading up to the second floor. The ceilings were beautifully designed, the cream color complimenting the wood that was around the entire room. Paintings and sculptures were filled around the room, and most definitely scattered around the house.

To describe everything this manor offered would take hours, and to visit explain every detail inside and out would certainly take up a whole day, if not more.

Even after visiting Mycroft's manor numerous times, you couldn't help to gape at it even now.

The slight chuckle that came from around the opposite side of the room was a welcomed sound to your ears, and as you let it warm your heart for a moment, you looked at who the sound came from.

Mycroft, who was looking back at you with an almost amused smile upon his face, nodding towards the stairs.

"Why don't you go and pick out which room you'd like to sleep in tonight. Neither of us have eaten dinner yet, I'll prepare something for the both of us," he stated, giving you one last glance before he turned his back towards you and walked towards another room. "If you get lost just give me a shout," he added.

Your cheeks flushed a little in color before you did as Mycroft had suggested and made your way upstairs. While you spent the time searching for a room to stay in at for the night- getting a bit distracted while admiring all the paintings -Mycroft was in the kitchen.

He opened a drawer, grabbing out some medicine that he knew would help rid him of the headache he had gained earlier in the car. Mycroft poured himself a glass of water before taking down the pill and closing the drawer again.

Hearing the creek of the floorboards as you moved around upstairs, Mycroft began to gather some ingredients to make a dinner in which he knew that you would both enjoy.

It didn't take long for you to join him either, wrapped up in a warm sweater that you had brought to change into so that you could get out of the wet clothes. You brought down his trench coat, hanging it on the coat rack you had noticed on the way inside the manor.

"Thank you for letting me borrow your coat, I've left it on the coat rack to dry a bit," you informed, cautiously, in case he didn't want you to, taking a seat at the island table.

Mycroft's back was turned to you as he stood by the stove, prepping and cooking whatever food he planned to serve you.

"No need to thank me," he replied. "I should let you know that there is some cough medicine in the bathroom down the hall upstairs should you need it at any point. It's in one of the drawers in the cabinet underneath the sink."

With a bit of a rueful smile, you gave him a small hum. "Thank you, remind me to buy you some more if I need to use it, would you?" you asked, the question clearly rhetorical and in a playful manner.

Mycroft only smiled at you in reply as he set a plate down in front of you before grabbing his own. Placing to glasses down at the table, he filled them with wine that you knew was far too expensive for you to ever afford, before placing them down in front of you both and sitting across from you.

Sitting in comfortable silence with the occasional topic of work or something else thrown in the mix of things, you enjoyed your dinner. Offering to do the dishes after such a delicious meal, you watched as Mycroft places everything away in their designated spots before walking with one another upstairs. Saying a quick goodnight, you both parted and made your way to separate rooms, getting ready for the first good night's rest that you've had in a long while.

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mrsedmercer · 5 years

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Steamy Love (Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Part 5: ~Let Them Find You~

Summary: You watch Crimson Peak with your best friend the night before the move, recieving a call before you get to bed.

Warnings: Light swearing, mention of smut from Crimson Peak, emotional talk.

Read it on my Wattpad: @/HiddlesStar

Word Count: 1'819

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Once you got back home, you spent the last 6 days streaming a bit more, making sure to pack up everything you needed bit by bit every day, packing the streaming equipment last of course. On the night before your flight, you invited your best friend over to watch Crimson Peak together, now that you finally have the time. Your friend had informed you that there apparently was a love scene between Tom and the actress from the live action Alice movies. Oh God. Was it graphic? You didn't ask. You wanted to see it for yourself.

Well-- Okay--

You didn't--

It's not that you WANTED to see it.

It's--It's a scene in the film--

J-Just watch the film.

As the movie went on, you talked with your friend every now again when it seemed like nothing too interesting was happening.

"So, you're all gonna be living in the same neighborhood?" Your friend asked you. "Yeah. It's all being rented out for a set." You replied. "It makes it easier to make it all look realistic. Like, it makes the set appear more natural, or so I'm guessing.." "You're gonna be neighbors with Tom Hiddleston. I swear to God.." Your friend ran their fingers through their hair. They were happy for you. "I know, I still haven't even processed it.." You gave a soft chuckle. "I have to be his love interest, oh my God..."

"You think there's gonna be a kissing scene?" Your friend asked. "Obviously. It's a romantic film." You replied. "I'm pretty sure there's gonna be more than one.." "Oh my God!" Your friend giggled. "You're gonna fuckin' kiss Tom Hiddleston!" "It's purely professional!" You stated, trying to hold back the urge to smile. "It's just acting.." "Your lips get to be on his! That's insane!"

"It's acting!"

"It's a kiss!"

You both started laughing a bit. You didn't want to admit how excited you were for the movie, for more reasons than one. You wanted to act professional about it, but your friend did have a point. While it was acting, it wasn't going to be a stunt double or anything. You'd really have to kiss Tom eventually. What if they make you do multiple takes? Sometimes simple scenes could be taken up to 10 times. Will you get to kiss him 10 times?

Shortly after that conversation was over, you continued to watch the movie with your best friend. Eventually, the love scene showed up. While your friend was a bit of a smiling and giggling mess, you watched with an interested expression. It wasn't lewd or sleazy. It was actually a pretty beautiful scene, especially knowing the context behind the scene. You had to cover your eyes slightly when his...'English Countryside' was shown, your friend just giggling even more.

"Oh my God!" They laughed. "That's actually his ass!" "Stoooppp.." You playfully spoke with a shy smile. "(Y/N), Look! He's got a pretty soft ass.." "Stooooooppppp!.." You giggled, finally able to look at the screen again after a moment, but the scene wasn't over.

"He kinda looks into it, eh?" Your friend smirked at you after calming down. "(BF/N), he's acting.." You gave a shy smile. "He looks into it because he's acting." Your friend clarified, making you give a bit of a shrug. "...Okay, he does look a little bit into it, actually.." You giggled slightly. He's a good actor.

Whenever a ghost or anything creepy would pop up, your friend would curl up and get all nervous, but it didn't bother you as much as you thought it would. The effects were pretty good, but it wasn't really scary. More so interesting.

By the end of the film, you were actually in tears. You didn't expect to get as emotional as you did. Once the film was done, your friend patted your back as you wiped your eyes.

"I didn't expect to cry.." You gave a little chuckle as you sniffled.

"Hit you hard, eh?" Your friend chuckled a bit.

"Yeah, I guess..." You chuckled back, blinking a bit to calm down. You definitely made a mental note to praise Tom's role in the film and the film itself. It was brilliant.

Your friend collected up atheir things once you turned off the TV, following them to the front door.

"Guess I won't be seein' you for a while, eh?" They asked you.

"I'm sure I can fly you down to visit the set eventually.." You smiled. You two would be apart for the first month or so. You'd miss hanging out, but you were still very excited to start your career.

You shared a warm hug before they gave a final little wave, closing the door as they left. You locked it and turned off the outside light, moving into your room to get ready for bed. You brushed your teeth and got into your pajamas, but before you'd get to lay down, your phone went off. You were getting a phone call.

You picked up your phone to check the Caller I.D.

It was Tom.

You immediately answered the call, of course.

"Hi.." You spoke in a soft tone, hearing a slight sigh from the other end before hearing his voice.

"Hi.." He spoke, his voice slightly raspy. Did he sound tired or sad? You weren't sure which.

"H-How are you?" You asked, quietly sitting down at the side of your bed. Another sigh left him.

"N-Not too good, if I'm being honest.." He admitted. "Been a bit of a rough night for me...wanted to talk to someone.."

Awe. You felt a little sad hearing that he wasn't in a good mood. He's always seemed like such a chipper man, as if their wasn't a single thing on this earth that could bring his positivity down.

"Who else have you called? Any family?" You asked curiously. You didn't mean to sound rude asking that. You were just curious.

"No, I called you first, actually.." Tom admitted. That immediately made you blush.

"M-Me?" You blinked, sitting up more.

"Yes, you.." He replied with a slight chuckle. You could practically hear his little smile grow. "I don't know, I just....wanted to hear your voice, I suppose.."

You felt your heart want to jump out of your chest. You had just listened to this man's voice in a movie, and now you're having a personal conversation with him. He's even using that natural charm of his. Maybe he doesn't even realize he's doing that. Either way, he's such a sweetheart.

"I hope that's alright." He spoke again.

"Y-Yeah! That's alright, I'm here.." You admitted with a little smile. He called you first? You almost didn't believe him, but it still warmed your heart.

"What's got you down?" You asked curiously, laying down somewhat with your upper torso still sitting up by leaning back against your pillows.

"I wouldn't say I'm down or sad.." Tom spoke. "More so...tired. Exhausted, even.."

"Exhausted?" You repeated.

"Mhmm.." He hummed. "It's a bit complicated to understand.."

"Try me.." You gave a slight confident smirk, even though he couldn't see it.

You got a little tired chuckle from him. His voice could sound pretty sexy sometimes.

"Ah, well...its just hard moving away from home over and over sometimes.." He admitted. "I had been on a couple dinner dates with a nice girl, but when I told her I'd have to be in America for the film, she didn't want to keep in touch.."

You gave a slight frown. You had heard Tom's public dating life was a bit of a mess, though you didn't believe it was his fault. The media tried to paint Tom as the bad guy, all because he's a man, but you could tell he wasn't like that.

"That's...shitty." You replied, earning another little chuckle from him.

"Yes. Very shitty, though I don't blame her.." He admitted. "Some people cannot handle being away from their partner for long periods of time.."

"Were you two actually together?" You asked.

"We weren't a couple, but I was nearly ready to ask her to go steady.." Tom admitted. That's how it's easy to tell that he's a sweetie. Go steady? That's an old fashioned term.

You loved it, of course. He's such a romantic. It's beautiful.

"You'll find a good girl for you someday, I'm sure." You spoke in an optimistic voice.

"I'm not sure the issue for me is finding a woman. It's keeping her close that I seem to struggle with.." Tom admitted with a slight sad sigh.

"Hey. Every man gets his leading lady.." You reassured with a warm smile.

"I know, I'm just...getting tired of searching, I guess." Tom admitted. "It's exhausting.."

"Then stop searching." You replied with a little shrug. "Maybe you don't need to be the one searching. Let the woman find you this time.."

You had hoped that was good advice. His silence became worrying, making you frown a little.

"...That makes a lot of sense, actually.." He admitted, his voice sounding softer. "Perhaps I'll take up that advice. Thank you.."

You could already hear that he was feeling a little better. That made you happy.

"Anytime." You spoke.

"You ready for tomorrow?"

"Oh definitely! The little neighborhood we get to live in is so quaint and small. I think it's perfect for the film." Tom approved.

"I agree!" You chirped. "You think we're gonna be neighbors?"

"We might." He replied in a positive tone. "I'm very excited to be working with you more."

"The feeling is definitely mutual.." You smiled to yourself. "I'll make sure to bring my best romantic side for the film.."

You got another chuckle from Tom. "Your best romantic side? Do you have multiple romantic sides?" Tom asked curiously. "Yep!" You chirped with a big smile.

"Ahh...perhaps I'd like to see every one of those sides one day.." He gave a little purr. You weren't sure what that meant, but you liked the sound of it. "Sounds pretty good to me.." You gave a slight chuckle, laying back more in bed.

"We've both got to get up rather early, so I guess I should goto sleep.." Tom spoke. You yourself hadn't realised how late it already was. You're not even gonna get 8 hours of sleep at this rate.

"But thank you for talking to me. I really will use that advice. You've really made me feel better."

"You're welcome.." You replied, giving a warmer smile. "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

"Indeed you will.." Tom spoke in a happy, yet tired tone.

"Goodnight, (Y/N).."

"Goodnight, Tom.."

You both hung up.

You plugged in your phone and turned off all of the lights, looking at all of the suitcases you had waiting for you.

Tomorrow, your new life begins.

For now, get some rest. Tomorrow, you're Tom Hiddleston's leading lady.

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Power Style - Chapter Fifteen : The celebration

I turn to him as we step outside.

« What are we doing? »

« Well first we can go have some food, then we'll see. »

I follow him into his car, a beautiful blue Lamborghini. He drove himself today, which I find very cute. At least it will just be the 2 of us.

He opens the passenger door for me, and I settle in while he goes around the car. Once he's in and ready to go, he turns to me.

"How do you handle speed?"

The biggest smile appears on my face. "I love it. I used to ride a motorbike back in the US but haven't had the opportunity to get one here yet."

"Perfect."

He smirks at me as he starts the car. The engine growls sending shivers down my spine. He's speeding through the streets of Seoul, but doesn't seem to care about speed limits. I have no idea where we're going, I'm simply enjoying the feeling sent by the acceleration. My back is against the leather seat, the adrenaline filling my stomach with butterflies.

We drive for about 15 minutes before arriving near Lake Seokchon. He parks the car in front of a building with a small restaurant at the corner and tells me to wait inside the car.

He appears on my side and opens the door for me.

"Milady" He bows a bit and puts out his hand for me to take. I giggle and proceed to lean onto him to step out of the car.

"Where are we?" I ask him.

"This is my favourite restaurant here. It's so good, the chef is amazing, and the boss is really nice. Very handsome too."

"Really? Do you know them well?"

"Yes I do, especially the boss. And I've known the chef since I was a baby." He looks over to me with a smirk seeing how confused I am. He continues "The chef is my brother, this is my restaurant."

I giggle once again at his joke. I hook my hand to his open arm and we enter the restaurant. It's beautiful inside, very well decorated, very cosy. The smell of fresh food makes my stomach go wild. We quickly sit down in the back.

"So, we only serve japanese dishes, is that okay for you?" I nod back anticipatedly. I'm starving. "What do you want? Should we get a few things and share? Or do you want your own dish? What about drinks? Wine? Sake? Or no alcohol?"

I put my hand on his to calm him down. "I trust you to order something good, I'm not picky." He smiles back at me and heads towards the kitchen.

He comes back with a bottle of wine and 2 glasses. I look at him while he opens it. He looks great right now with his jumper and messy hair, soft curls falling down on each side of his concentrated face. He's surprised by the pop when he finally pulls the cork out, causing him to almost drop the bottle. We both start laughing at his clumsiness.

We manage to calm down after a bit, allowing him to pour some wine into our glasses.

"Cheers." He says. We lock eyes as our glasses meet each other. « I'm really glad were doing this. I hope you don't mind me barging into your day.»

« Me too! And don't worry, I don't usually plan things ahead, expect for work, so you didn't disturb me at all. In fact, it was a great surprise. »

« That's good then. I was scared you might have plans with friends to celebrate. » He's looking down at the table and fidgeting with his cutlery.

« Well, I don't really know anyone here apart from my colleagues, and I'm not really close witht hem. I only have one friend and she's back in Philadelphia. So no plans for me. » I nervously laugh.

« Hey! That's not true! You have 7 more friends now! »

« 7? You sure about that number? » I look up to him smiling.

« Yeah, okay, 5. »

We stare at each other for a few seconds before he goes on.

« I wanted to tell you, I'm really glad I met you. You are amazing at what you do, and you are a great person. I love spending time with you. »

His ears turn red as he's speaking.

« I feel the same. » I look down, knowing I'm telling a little white lie. I didn't always feel this good, and the bad feeling is still here in the background, I just block it out.

Our food arrives on the table. He got a lot of small dishes for us to share. We look like we haven't eaten in days given the way we jump on the food. 20 minutes later, we're both leaning back on our chairs, empty plates and full stomachs.

« That was delicous. » I tell him.

« I'm glad you liked it. »

He pours me another glass of wine and we simply sit there talking while we finish the bottle. I feel the alcohol getting to my head but I don't care. It feels good when he takes my hand into his and looks at me as if he could see my soul.

« You're beautiful, Gina. » He tells me, making me look down.

« Thank you » I barely whisper.

« Should we get going? We don't want to be late for tonight. »

« Absolutely, and I have to take a shower and change. »

« I'll drop you home then. »

We walk out of the restaurant to get back in the car, and as he's being a true gentleman by once again opening the door for me, I grow a pair of balls. I pull him by the collar and kiss him. He seems startled at first, but soon leans into the kiss. He grabs my hips to pull me closer while I lock my arms around his neck. My hands start playing with his hair, while his are still holding onto me, although they are getting tighter as the kiss intensifies.

We let go of each other after a few minutes, a bit short of breath.

« Wow. » He lets out. I look up to his eyes and notice the burning desire in them. He wants me, and I want him.

« Shall we go? » I ask. He nods back as he licks his lips.

He's driving way faster than before, not that I mind, I just find it amusing. I adore seeing the effect women have on men.

He parks in front of my building and heads to my door, but I'm already out by the time he gets to it.

« You coming? » I'm definitely a bit drunk.

He looks surprised, but doens't complain and starts following me up.

I attack his lips once again as soon as we enter the lift. This isn't a passionate kiss anymore, it's a lustful kiss. We're both hungry for each other and our bodies can feel it.

We break the kiss long enough for me to open the door, and as soon as we're in my apartment, he lifts me up and wraps my legs around his waist, walking towards my room.

He puts me down on my bed, lying on top of me. I try to intensify the kisses, letting him know how I like things, but it doesn't have the desired effect. I can feel him hard between my legs, and the only thing I want right now is for him to rip off my clothes, but he doesn't. He simply kisses me tenderly. I can feel the desire in his lips, don't get me wrong, but there's too much softness. I decide to take matters in my own hands and manage to turn things around and be on top of him. I don't like topping, but I don't seem to have a choice right now. I start kissing him with more intensity, attacking his neck, letting my body tell him what he needs to know.

« Gina, wait » He moans. I sit back up to look at him. « Not like this, not in a hurry. »

Ok fair point. I'm disappointed but he's not wrong. I really have to get ready. He sits back up and takes my face in his hands, gently kissing my lips.

« I'm going to go back home to get changed, and I'll pick you up, is that ok? »

« No problem. » I walk him back to the door. «See you later. » We kiss yet again, both wanting more.

I get into my shower to freshen up and get rid of the frustration caused by what just happened. My thoughts start to drift away, as do my fingers. I'm imagining what could have happened if we had carried on, and just as I'm about to come, something pops into my head. Well, not something, but someone.

WHAT THE FUCK?!?!

I just came thinking about Namjoon fucking me.

I quickly wash my body, scrubbing harshly. I feel so dirty.

I decide to clear my mind with some music and turn my sound system on. The last played song starts again, and of course it's Namjoon's voice. I shrug and put a generic playlist on, before starting to get ready. Once my makeup and hair is done, I head to my wardrobe and settle for a long dress and black heels.

I'm struggling with the dress, my head is trying to get into a sleeve, when my phone bings. I finally find the collar and check my texts.

« Be there in 5. » from Jin.

I hurry to put my shoes on, not forgetting to check myself one last time, before leaving.

There he is, once again in his Lambo.

« You look beautiful, as always. » he says as I sit down in the passenger seat.

« Thanks! You clean up well too. »

He's wearing a beautiful button up shirt, not too fancy, his hair is up, perfectly shaping his traits.

The now familiar sound of the engine fills up the car and we're gone into the streets of Seoul.

« Hey I hope you're not annoyed about earlier. » He says.

« No don't worry about it. » And it's true, because I took care of myself. Thinking about it brings back the shower situation to my mind making me shiver. I stop the stream of thoughts. « You were right to stop us. »

We drive in silence for a bit before he speaks up again.

« Gina, I meant to say, I don't know what's going on here, or even where it will bring us, but there's one thing... »

« Yes? » My stomach is tight. What is he going to say? Oh please God, don't start with feelings.

« Well you know.. I'm an idol and we can't really.. »

« Oh yeah, of course. Keep it on the low. Got it. » I'm relieved.

« Yeah.. We can totally be seen together, since we work together, but we can't kiss in the street like today. »

« Got it. »

I'm not going to lie, even though I'm glad it's only that, I'm a bit taken aback by the conversation. I feel like it's neither the time or place to have it, and nothing has even happened between us yet.

I don't have time to think about it because he just parked in Taegi's parking lot.

Once we're in the lift, I hook my arm to his. I feel him stiffen.

« What? We're not in the street right? Plus I can't stand straight with these heels. »

He smiles and relaxes.

We get to the door and are greeted by Yoongi.

« Hi guys! Oh...this is new... » He noticed our arms. « Anyway, come on in. »

We walk down the now familiar hall full of pictures to find Tae, Kook, Hobi and Jimin.

« OH MY GOD! » Hobi exclaims « First of all Gina you look AMAZING, secondly, what is this? » He asks, pointing at ours arms. « Why am I even asking it was only a matter of time. » He turns his heels to get some wine.

I shake my head as Jin helps me take my coat off, and my eyes meet Kook's. His face is tense, and his eyes have a worried look to them. All of a sudden, his words come back to mind. I question him with my eyes, but he looks away.

« Here you go, honey. » I turn to the sound of Tae's voice. He's holding up a glass of wine for me. « Sweet wine, right? »

« Perfect. »

I finally notice Jimin staring at me with a smirk on his face. Not a cute one though, a very judgmental one. I give him a death stare before Hobi pulls me to the kitchen.

« So I'm gonna do it.. you know the thing we talked about. »

« Okay, I'll be here for you. Do you want to sit beside me? »

« Yes that would be perfect. Thanks again. » He brings me in for a hug.

« Right, should we just have a drink in the living room while we wait for Joon? » Tae asks. I forgot about him. Do I really have to face him after what happened in my shower?

I sit and talk with Hobi and Tae, while Jin and Kook are messing around behind the couch and Jimin and Yoongi seem to be having a very serious conversation on the other sofa.

We all stop when we hear the doorbell. Tae goes to open and comes back with Namjoon, who walks in as if he owns the place. I forgot how annoying his presence is.

As expected, everything comes back to mind. I bottom my glass to give myself some courage.

I'm guessing he just noticed I was here.

« Oh brilliant, she's here. » he snarks.

« Yeah, well, deal with it. » I answer, standing up to get more wine. I feel his stare on me as I walk to the kitchen, but I also hear Jimin hold in a laugh.

« Fuck off Jimin. I thought you felt the same.» I hear Namjoon tell him off behind me.

« Yeah, but I'm not a dick about it...anymore. Plus, she bites back. I don't want any part of that. » Jimin replies to him. « Lucky Jin, though. »

« What are you on about? »

« Oh yeah, you're late to the party, Jin fucked her. »

« JIMIN » I hear from everyone. I turn around to answer.

« Guys, thanks but it's not your fight. Just FYI, I'm a grown woman and I'll do what I want with my ass. » I'm practically red with anger « And not that it's any of your concern, but no, he did not fuck me. »

« Wow, she is feisty. » says Jimin. « Good luck, Jin. »

« Anywaaaaay... » says Yoongi « Food? »

We all agree and start heading towards the table placed in front of the view of Seoul's skyline. Jin is holding me by my shoulders.

« Don't mind them. »

« Don't worry about that, Jin. »

He pecks my forehead before we sit down.

I have Jin on my right side, Hobi on my left, Tae in front of me, Kook facing Jin and Yoongi across Hobi. Namjoon and Jimin are on each side of the table, far from me.

As we're about to start eating, Hobi whispers in my ear.

« I'm gonna do it now. I'm gonna make a toast. Can I hold your hand? »

I take his hand in mine and squeeze it as a reply.

He proceeds to stand up, his glass in his hand.

« Guys, please, I'd like to make a toast... »

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